#He doesnt even have to do anything special

[hannieehaee]

Because I love making my boyfriend handmade little gifts but he never appreciates them :(( I need how svt would react to you making handmade gifts (those silly cute ones from Pinterest yk) for them

their s/o making them handmade gifts

content: implied established relationship, fluff, etc.

wc: 697

a/n: hii anon pls leave ur man and date someone who will love and appreciate ur cute little gestures :(

masterlist

seungcheol -

he's so flustered and touched and happy and and and!!! he's just so in love with you, with insane adoration in his eyes when you give him yet another one of your cute handmade gifts. he already adores you so badly, only falling deeper for you when he sees what a sweet gesture you made him just out of pure love.

jeonghan -

cooing and aw'ing at you endlessly any time you come to him with a cute little gift. carries it around with him as a treasured item for everyone to see. will sometimes stop whatever he's doing to look at the cute gift you made him just to smile to himself as he recalled how adorable you looked giving it to him.

joshua -

he already has such a cute habit of gifting his loved ones little handmade bracelets, so you two would compliment each other perfectly<3 would fill your jewelry box with personalized bracelets any time you gave him a cute little gift.

jun -

he lightheartedly whines at you for being so cute, claiming he's supposed to be the cutest one in the relationship. this would start a tradition of you two making and giving each other gifts every so often to surprise each other. falls in love with you more and more each time you give him a cute personalized gift.

soonyoung -

shows them off to everyone lol. he needs everyone to know that his baby loves him and made him such an adorable present. he'd be so affectionate in showing his gratitude for making him something specifically just for him.

wonwoo -

so bashful in receiving your cute little gifts, thinking its the cutest gesture ever. does not care for the price of anything you give him, he appreciates heartfelt gifts even more and carries them around with him as good luck charms.

jihoon -

chuckles sheepishly the first time you give him one of your gifts, shy in accepting it bc he thinks its such an adorable detail from you. he doesnt really know how to react properly bc he finds it just so cute and lovely, but tries his best to let you know how much he loves such gestures by keeping them displayed in his home and studio.

seokmin -

literally cries the first time you make him a cute little handmade gift. treasures it forever and thanks you endlessly for it. has such an urge to show it off to everyone else, making you a little bashful whenever he'd do it in front of you.

mingyu -

he'll carry around anything you give him either in his wallet, bag, or even phone case. for once you'll make him blush at how cute the gesture is, causing him to lose his composure and let his cuteness aggression take over as he gave you endless affection in return.

minghao -

finds the thought of you making this for him so adorable. thinking of you looking for an idea, making it, putting it all together and giving it to him would make his cheeks hurt from smiling. he'd thank you with a hug and a kiss to your forehead, believing you to be the cutest thing alive.

seungkwan -

groans and whines at you for being so cute and lovely. you know the effect you have on him so why would you amp up your cuteness in such a way!! it's like you want him to melt for you, it's not fair!!! you cause him such heart pains he doesn't even know what to do with himself anymore. kisses you and thanks you for it without holding eye contact, far too touched by these little displays of affection to articulate his feelings properly.

vernon -

so touched by you taking the time of your day to think of him and make him something you'd thought he'd like. would save it or carry it around for years just bc you made it and that alone made it special to him.

chan -

heart eyes the moment you come up to him with the gift and the explanation behind it. his heart literally hurts at how adorable he thinks the gesture is, literally groaning out loud at how cute he finds it.

#seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen #seventeen oneshot #svt #svt oneshot #svt imagines #svt reactions #seventeen reactions

[parrotscopes]

the scene in hell where Edwin forgives Simon

Talking with my friend about the scene where Edwin discovers Simon in Hell, is given a chance to keep punishing him further yet goes back to forgive him lives rent free in my head. It was an incredible take on how sometimes we bring down our own Hell upon ourselves, a Hell of our own making, and how queer people can punish themselves unknowingly.

Ultimately the show makes it very clear Simon was not being punished because of his desire, he was in hell because he brought suffering down upon someone else(the object of his desire) because he did not deal with that desire appropriately. Simon refuses to escape with Edwin, making it clear he truly believes he deserves to sit in Hell for an eternity for what he has done, tearing a book apart, left to cry helplessly as it tears his hands apart, yet the real punishment seems to come from the fact that every torn page is a reminder of what he most desired yet never had(because of what he did). His desire was a punishment in and of itself, it being the 1900's and all. The show seems dead set on making it clear that even though it may seem inescapable, Hell can be run from, as hard as it may be, we even see Maxine just chilling on the steps like 15 feet away from the exit!!! but it is oftentimes the guilt of what they have done or lost that keeps them there.

But if this show wants to say anything, it is about forgiving those who deserve it, Crystal was a horrible person, yet when she reaches clarity of who she was, she uses it as a moment to grow and begin to actively atone for who she was, Edwin is an asshole like 80% of the time, but in his actions we can see he cares and so do the others, so they choose to stay and tear down his walls, Niko fucks up and sets up Jenny with her stalker, and even though the worst case scenario did happen, Jenny says she is willing to forgive her eventually because of her intentions.

My point with all this is that oftentimes as queer people (specially younger ones/ those who live/lived with more active prejudice surrounding them) go through life, we do so in a deliberately isolating or painful ways, maybe to even make the feelings "go away", refusing friendships or relationships out of fear, or wanting to save others from ourselves. And we sit in our own chambers of Hell because being forgiven is unimaginable.

But it doesnt have to be this way, and this shows tells us that, it tells us as Edwin tells Simon he forgives him, and Heaven shows him the blue light because goddamn it he was a kid!!! he didn't know!!! and once he knew and understood, and Edwin did too, he moved on, and allowed himself to be free.

We do not have to live in our Hell for being queer, there is nothing to atone for just for being queer, if life is giving you a chance why refuse it?

Happy pride month.

#pride month #dead boy detective agency #dead boy detectives #edwin payne #simon dead boy detectives #queer

[completeoveranalysis]

[8]

Oh I love Yuuko. 

Evil Wolverine having already gotten what he wanted STILL stoops to insulting and taunting a child who has only just been born, trying to… I don’t know, make the child feel bad? Give him anxieties and insecurities? 

I don’t see anything logical in what he was doing here he’s just a mean fucking person and wanted to yell at a 6/7 year old kid who was only just born.

And you can SEE it working - Watanuki’s face twitches in response. But Yuuko covers his ears and again shields him from Evil Wolverine’s outright and aimless cruelty.

And he does it AGAIN!

And again it hits home! He claims Watanuki’s existence means the universe will always be broken, and that he has to not exist for it to be fixed again. 

BUT YUUKO SHOOTS HIM DOWN. 

And frankly I’d believe Yuuko any day. 

YES HERE WE GO! Yuuko counteracts Evil Wolverine and says no actually Watanuki will have people who love him and that connection will maintain his existence. 

Which I absolutely adore, especially considering Yuuko is only one of those people and there are so many more. Watanuki makes his own connections with people and they choose to love him in return for who he is, and it makes all the difference in the world. 

#OOPS THE WATANUKI FEELINGS ARE BACK #He doesnt even have to do anything special #He just is himself and people LOVE him for it #and its enough to stabilise a hole in the universe #liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 202 #Watanuki #Yuuko Ichihara #Evil Wolverine #Lava Lamp Guy #Evil Wolverine just CANT HELP HIMSELF can he???

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya is rather touch averse, cringing away from casual contact people give him under the guise of being distracted or idle movement. He's used to it, the Ragnvindrs and Adenlinde got him used to frequent affectionate physical contact, but it can still be entirely Uncomfortable if he's touched by someone outside those he is close to or someone he's otherwise Allowed to touch him.

#hc; kaeya #//Mentioned before; but am Elaborating on other aspects since Aven get brain juices flowing for this #//Unlike Aven; he's FAR more tolerable of people who touch him unprompted. & more willing to indulge for himself outside his comfort people #//Unless he himself had actively given the indication he doesn't want it; in that case THEN he's likely to anger & retaliate #//But yeah; his response is usually Discomfort & trying to get away from it one way or another. Can tolerate it to appear friendly; sure #//But would rather not want people to touch him so easily. Is decently okay with brief touches tho; like shoulder pats or the like #//Will actively lean into it & encourage further touching ONLY as a means to an end; adjusting any wandering hands only when going too far #//Esp if he can use that like a carrot on a string–if they concede to what he wants; they can touch him more. Maybe MORE than just that too #//He won't initiate any touch unless he deems it Absolutely Necessary; WILL internally scream if they Immediately reciprocate the contact #//Uses it as a 'reward' sometimes; a little pinch of the cheek; a hug; getting right into their space; if he sees they'll react favorably #//Maybe more if they have connection enough; like Huffman or one of his longer-running liaisons. Is p ok w/ sleeping w/ them as reward #//Sometimes he forgets some people don't like that he does this; like Rosie. Tries the tactic to get a favor then Remembers #//Absolutely apologizes; feels mortified when she scrutinizes him for it. Esp since she'd be one of few ppl who KNOWS just how Averse he is #to it in the first place. Him slipping up like that in front of HER is smth he'd STRESS over. She could hold over his head for all he knows #//How can he even joke abt it? Worse if she asks abt his way of doing things or indicate she doesnt Like that he uses himself as bait #//Has absolutely accidentally tried to seduce/bait sb like that who he absolutely should Not have. Like Jean. Ended up playing it off like #a joke between friends; but damn near had a panic attack from the guilt the moment he was safely in his office. bc Jean is SPECIAL to him #could he treat her like THAT? How could he almost let her SEE that side of him? His casual charm and facade are ONE thing #//But him actively doing something like THAT; esp for Jean of all people; is COMPLETELY off-limits; no matter his feelings #//Actually; especially BC he harbors feelings for her. Ppl like Lisa on the other hand; he is VERY comfortable doing this with/to #//She GETS the flirty habit & dishes it back without losing image of him in the way someone he regards at Jean's level possibly could #//And as far as Lisa knows; it's Only a playful habit; not a means to an end. The ones who prolly Know might be certain folks in the church #//But that's just bc he gets frequent checkups after every lil Rendezvous of his. Which is why he's got dirt on Every Single Person There #//Except Barbara; but he absolutely makes SURE she's not the one he's dealing with whenever he goes. Wants to spare her his messes #//Damn; veered a little but it's alright. 'A little'; HA. Nah; my tags are but the cluttered corkboard of my thoughts jhdbfjdf #//Diluc; Addie & Jean are the people he most Fears finding out abt his methods. Doesnt wanna THINK abt how they'd feel/regard him after tha #//Knows for SURE it'd be painful if the way they treat him changes even a SLIGHT. ESP Addie; he can bear the other two; but Addie??? #//Nah; he'd be fucken DEVASTATED. That's the ONE person he knows hold true unwavering unconditional love for him; no matter what #//To do anything to damage that? He'd be so fucken GUTTED. He expects everyone to get fed up with/disdain him at some point. But not HER #//Keeps this shit on the down low by always having dirt on the people he gets Involved with; if not using keeping it up as an incentive

[qqchurch]

isekai slavery trending again and all I can comment on it is this kitty is peak

fuck that "do as the Romans do" baby shit, what's the point of the power fantasy if you can't even leverage that power to break the system's kneecaps

#and also like #fran is a native AND was a slave but the sword was the typical japanese guy and he necksnapped a slaver #how tf have things gone downhill when its apparently 'political correctness' to consider slavery is evil aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA #sucks that it's so prevalent in isekai adjacent stuff to just have slavery and its such a strong institution that #even the super special OP MC cant do anything about it #or worse: doesnt even care #which is a Look depending on what archtype the MC is #great if you want to make then assholish but if theyre any shade of heroic then youve fucked up #especially if youre setting up a story to 'redeem' the character

[golforoosh]

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#p #i know it passes like it always does but time has never been so slow #im so exhausted from feeling this way and not being able to do anything or even talk about it. i want to fix it but he doesnt.. im so stuck #my heart hurts my head hurts i want this to end #i want the floor to open up and swallow me whole. why did i have to agree to this #why couldnt god just give me smtg easy #smtg easy to test me with. why did he have to test me with my emotions. why do i have to suffer so much at the hands of a man #who doesnt know how to treat a woman so that when shit happens. im always the one that is at fault #ive never felt so alone #someone talk to me so that i can break this silence #make me laugh so that i can forget about my problems even if it be a few minutes #i miss when i used to actually feel like i was a somebody on twitter when people would like and retweet my tweets #why cant those days come back. days where small things would make me happy #days where i had people in my life that made me feel special #what am i doing here #what happened to me

[hecksupremechips]

There’s so much I love about Jack Stauber’s Opal but one thing that hits really hard is the depiction of the father, and the way emotional abuse and neglect is portrayed. He’s got the most abstract design, being constantly surrounded by mirrors as a way of showing how he’s so insecure about how he looks and behaves that he’s become insanely self absorbed and can’t see anything other than himself. And as he talks to Claire he’s really just monologging while constantly tripping over his own words and projecting his insecurities onto her absolutely unprompted. You can also see the way he views himself as a savior, the way he pats himself on the back for taking time to talk to his daughter, the way the man he sees in the mirror looks much prettier than the real thing, the fact he says god is in his skin and he’s granting the world its next new savior. All while not letting Claire talk, all while spending the whole conversation invested in himself, all while doing nothing to stop the grandfather from harming her and even getting upset when she runs away, asking if she knows how it makes him feel. It’s too damn real

#the klock keeps ticking #opal #jack stauber #the way hes just so insanely insecure and has clearly been abused before too but doesnt really unpack it reminds me so much of my mom #and the way he just forces claire to listen to his monologue and calls himself a savior just for like #talking to her even though he doesnt pay an ounce of attention to whats happening in her life #just like my dad #and he just like. knows hes the ‘good’ one in the house like he knows claire trusts him most #and he thinks that just makes him so special that he doesnt have to do anything #and in claires fantasy her dad is for once just looking at her and not himself #its a depiction of abuse i never see even though its like very common and its done in such a cool clever way #feels validating as hell and also like fuck that guy and everyone else in that house i hate them 👺 #give claire a better home and a burger #godddd ive seen opal so many times i am eating it its so good and so catered to me #but god its hits really hard too i get chills every time

[cloneslugs]

i think brock just being "brock" and not "uncle brock" is very sweet. uncles are like team venture & sgt hatred which just feels like honorary family more than anything, the twins barely know the original TV and Hatred kind of only gets it at his own insistence and only really from Dean & i think it's kind of a default title to people who feel some sense of familial obligation but in a more official sense than anything, closer people to the family like Orpheus (+ triad) & White & Billy don't get it (but they also get a more formal "Mr/Dr" title, which i think is a middle ground for respect between Uncle or nothing" but Brock has no title but he's also the one person who is officially Venture family to all the Ventures & just the closest person to the Ventures bc he is inarguably family . he's raised the boys for 20 years/til they were 16 + together w their dad since they were babies & i think it makes sense Rusty wouldn't push for them to call him uncle brock & i dont think the boys would think it would fit either & i dont think brock would really take to it but ultimately wouldnt care if they wanted to, but he is the second dad in every way & he's not a part of the family the same way every uncle whoever is "part of the family" but they cant call him dad or anything bc they call their dad every available word for dad & i think rusty would get annoyed with alternating/differentiating but theres no other real word for what his place in the family is so he's just brock

#text tag #do think the boys would refer to him as their (dad's) bodyguard but also well hes more than that they do family plans all together after #all. but sometimes just B doesnt cut it so i think there would be instances of like. yeah hes our other [dad] of sorts #just bc i think the lame s4 'he was my best friend' is so lame i understand he's the bestie and family but like. idk feels so cheap of a #descrip. bc all of s3 finale was family family family . and even if they dont have an exact word for it i dont think best friend cuts it #not cheapening the relation of a best friend vs family as some sort of comparative competition thing. its just that while H + B had a very #close and special relationship & H admired him especially . everything before s4 . my takeaway would not ever be that H sees B as his best #friend. if anything it would be D . just does not feel like what H would go for . not even like he doesnt know what other word to use so #that was the best one he could come up w .like it just feels illfitting from everything shown before #even understanding that H seeks out B to hang out and etc when he can idk idk i know its something special to H & im not even really against #it it was just the placement of it in S4 and how it came across was like. mediocre

[slocumjoe]

It's so funny to think how we both have the incredible specific scenario of 'my sole survivor was stuck somewhere while serving in the military and had to eat his fellow soldiers and now he's a Cannibal'. Its like that Doofinshmirtz meme. Its weird that this happened twice. Here I was thinking I had galaxy brained when I did this a month ago and bam!! You did it too!!

8 END is both a blessing and in the right wrong circumstances, a curse

#i write my characters around the perk chart jahajshslhshsls #so gus has always been perceptive and durable and agile (all special stats relating to sniping w/ vats hits and vats accuracy and AP usage) #so those perks informed his character #he sometimes goes behind backs. he has a quick eye and picks up on things easily #he has a chem tolerance. he has an iron stomach #and he is a survivalist even if that means he has to eat people sometimes #and Isadora is a builder. So her stats are STR and INT. she uses power armor and heavy weapons. #she does the literal and metaphorical heavy lifting being a combat engineer. she needs to be able to carry the heavy parts and tools #and she needs the brains to do anything with them #so like...shes both brains and brawn but Gus is the heart and people person #and hes the one with the personal reason to be bothering #like Isadora just wants to shoot the guy that shot her (kellogg) but Gus had his whole ass baby stolen #so its like. Isadora is very competent and qualified to do the plot but she doesnt have the reason. Gus does. #and the /need/ to do this. because hes so guilt ridden over everything in his life he feels like this is his final chance to redeem himself #so he throws himself into the Minutemen and Brotherhood trying to fix the world bit by bit #and he does! but it takes so long that when he finds Shaun finally #Shaun has only a week or so to live #so he redeemed himself but at the cost of finding his son #he spent so much time making a better world for the baby he was looking for and instead all he got was a child's bedroom never to be used #meanwhile Isadora is watching the legacy of the old world terrorize this new one #The Institute was founded by rich white men who thought they knew what was best for the world #the same thing with America. and look how that ended #so shes seeing this continued cycle and shes furious that even after all this time. these fucking people are still oppressing Massachusetts #when Shaun dies Gus gives up and relapses and throws himself in a ditch somewhere to die #and Isadora has to find him and be like *i know this sucks but we are not done. we are not leaving it like this.* #*Shaun was okay. he wasnt in danger. your son was okay. you know who does need you? the Commonwealth.* #*they need you because you are the only person who can look at this wasteland and see something good. we're all here to help you.* #WOW LOOK AT ALL THOSE TAGS. THIS IS WHY U CANT SAFELY TALK OCS W ME. JESUS. #ss; alter #ss; ivy

[lonelymoongirl]

"i'm probably way smarter than you" boy you completely lack emotional intelligence and have no comprehension of even the most basic psychology so i really doubt that but sure whatever makes you feel better

#i hate when people don't comprehend stuff like disorders mental illness and behavior #and how like i can be aware of a behavior that comes from my disorder and still be unable to do anything about it #and i'm allowed to complain (to MYSELF and not AT other people) about other people behaving the same way i do #yes im avoidant....... i know i am #im still allowed to cry when someone im in love with avoids me #even if i do the same to others #and maybeeee if you didn't ignore 90% of the things i say #or TELL me im stupid #i would wanna talk to you but i dont wanna talk to you #anyway like i know it serves no purpose to get upset about it #he's attached to me (again i have no idea why because like im not even attractive #plus when im like displaying loyal devoted dog thoughts is for him i love because he has earned me being a dog for him 😃) #ok im yapping again i know he doesnt even use his brain because he's just not even thinking rationally #it's just annoying because i wanna exist in peace on tumblr im not even special or interesting leave me alone 😭😭😭😭 #i think im just also irritated that he doesnt seem to understand #that im in love with the man im in love with because he treats me with respect and makes me feel warm and fuzzy and good #and all he does is make me feel stupid bc he doesnt even listen to me or care about what i say plus he calls me dumb #im prettyyyy sure most ppl i talk with have similar thoughts but idc until they tell me about it lol #like have whatever thoughts you have about me as long as you're nice to me and it's cool #why is he angry that i dont want to be with him when he treats me like trash lol #there's not even any point in wondering i know. he's entitled and angry and it's like he's just mad at his vacuum cleaner for not wanting to #suck up all the dirt 💀 #so ig im answering my own question.. he doesnt see it that we bc he doesnt think of me as a human being #only a vessel to do what he wants and when i dont wanna he gets mad #he can be mad just let me post whatever i want on my blog goddammit 😔

[ourlordapollo]

And if I told you I finally came up with a fucking framing device for my Twinkfred von Karma origin story series thing

#it's really crazy how things can influence you without you ever realizing like. i was really into Kung Fu Panda after it first came out #like REALLY into Kung Fu Panda #2008??? damn i would have been like 11/12 #anyway i read this fic called Memoirs of a Master written by someone obviously a lot older and smarter than me and i just loved it #it was about Tigress and Po discovering Shifu's diaries (he was on a trip i think) #and so that was the framing device like it was Tigress and Po kinda guiltily reading this diary and learning about Tai Lung and all that #and i read a LOT of Kung Fu Panda fic so it wasnt like this one was particularly special to me *at the time* #(again i was like 12 i just liked anything that made my brain go brrrr. i read a lot of fic about rhe cast of KFP getting magically #transported into the KFP universe like i wasnt a literature connoisseur by any means) #but over the years i just never stopped thinking about Memoirs of a Master #and this isnt even the same framing device it's just similar but i cant even describe to you how much of this fic simply *is* #Memoirs of a Master #like obviously it's not. you could read that and then read this once i finish and notice maybe loke 3 superficial similarities #but at the same this fic would simply not exist without it #not to quote kamala harris of all people but you really do exist in the context of all that came before you #anyway. #the warped maniacal mind of wizard glick at work #oh yes also idk other ppl's hesdcanons for the other von karma daughter but i went with Verena because #1) i thought it was pretty #2) it means 'truth' or 'verity' #3) it doesnt make sense with the surname— 'truth from karma' is meaningless and i have her as kind of distant from the family #4) it showed up on random list of 'german names that were popular in the 80s' i found. didnt bother to do the math or even pick an age #for her but it really doesnt matter #okay. i think that's all.

[ajarofpickledtears]

was feeling somewhat better and not quite as much like crying over money and obviously dad chose this specific point to come by and talk about money lol

#cylas speaks #cylas vents #wish i could channel my sisters confrontational energy and just. point out to him how he bought a tablet for like 180 euro last month and l #a lego crane for 400 the month before and he has like 1100 euro to pay for his credit card #(so he spent 1100 euro even though he doesnt have money yknow) #and I'm supposed to be over here with literally just about enough money to pay my bus/train ticket; insurance #and phone ahahahahhahaha #like yeah sure please leave me exactly 120.10 €. no more lieferando no spotify premium (which tbh isn't that necessary but neither is a #tablet yknow) or anything #though tbf i do still get 10 euro to my savings account so i could get spotify lol #or like 1 special food a month. maybe bk every two or three lol. #i mean i used to only live off pocket money when i was in school so #hah #ive just grown spoiled and entitled i guess

[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: robin notices her brother's little (huge) crush on you. ❀ ˎˊ- sunday x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 829 ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: maybe ??? ooc sunday idk sunday doesnt exactly have smitten moments ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: wrote this to calm the voices because this man is rotating in my brain rent free during exam week (i wrote this before finishing the 2.2 quest please dont attack me i am just a girl) ❀ ˎˊ- img credits

They're quivering again.

The first time, Robin convinces herself that she must’ve imagined it. She brushes it off and continues her conversation with her brother - detailing all of the things she’d seen during her tour throughout the cosmos while he listens patiently, as he always has.

But then comes a second, and a third, and then a fourth time, and Robin knows that she isn’t hallucinating from a lack of sleep.

It doesn’t help that Sunday’s eyes aren’t exactly focused either. Usually, they’re soft and attentive, reflecting how eagerly he listens to her stories. But today, they’re distracted - honed in on something in the distance as if caught in a daze. And those wings of his - fluttering ever so slightly, a tell-tale sign that has Robin smiling knowingly.

“Brother?” she says softly. When that doesn’t work, she gently snaps her fingers before his face.

Instantly Sunday startles, blinking rapidly before his attention returns to Robin and he settles back into his serene state. Robin giggles at him, and Sunday merely rolls his eyes playfully in return.

“Sorry about that,” Sunday says sheepishly, coughing into his fist. “With the Charmony Festival approaching, I’m afraid my mind has been rather… preoccupied.”

Ah, yes, the Charmony Festival - a convenient excuse, Robin thinks amusedly. But for her brother’s sake, she plays along.

“You really should rest, brother,” she lightly chides him, “even if you are the Oak Family head, all this stress isn’t good for you.”

Sunday smiles warmly. “Yes, of course.”

They both know he isn’t going to listen (stubbornness runs in the family), but at least Robin can’t say she didn’t try.

Her brother’s gaze wanders again, and his wings follow suit. Robin almost sighs in exasperation at how obvious Sunday is being. Suddenly, she’s grateful that they were the only Halovians in Penacony with wings - Xipe knows the embarrassment they’d face if someone caught on.

As discreetly as possible, she sneaks a peak behind her to follow Sunday’s gaze and pinpoint the source of his distraction.

She doesn’t find much, just a few Dreamchasers talking amongst themselves - a common sight in Golden Hour. They aren’t doing anything out of the ordinary, simply eating and enjoying the sights as any normal tourist would. Just as she’s about to question Sunday, her gaze lands on you.

You weren’t doing anything special, no, but something about the way you carried yourself and talked with the people around you made you stand out, as if a ring of light had enshrouded you like a halo. There was no hostility nor malice that Robin could discern in your features, only pure joy and warmth that reminded her of a fireplace.

If she had to describe you in one word, it would be freedom.

“Who are they?” she whispers, leaning closer to Sunday so that he can hear her. Sunday flinches, heat rising to his face as he realizes he’s been caught.

“N-No one, really,” he hastens to deter her. “Just another Dreamchaser, one of the Nameless who came to Penacony on vacation.”

“Really?” Robin teases, fully facing him now. “They don’t look like ‘just another Dreamschaser’ to me.”

She’s never seen her brother so nervous. “…And what makes you say that?”

Robin daintily points to one of her wings, fighting back her laughter as the realization slowly dawns on Sunday. “You were fluttering, brother.”

Within the blink of an eye, Sunday’s skin burns bright red. He buries his face in his hand with a groan, and Robin bursts out laughing, soft giggles escaping her as Sunday’s wings, his traitors, come to shield his face from the embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” she finally manages out. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you like that much.”

“That’s not-” Sunday sighs in defeat, realizing that any argument was futile. Pinching his nose, he tries to salvage the situation with a deep breath. “Putting that aside, what were you saying about Asdana?”

Robin plants her hands on her hips, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Don’t try to change the subject, Sunday.”

“No, I’m sure you’ve more interesting stories -” Sunday tries to prattle on - anything to escape this conversation. Robin has half a mind to pinch his cheek until he caves, but she doesn’t have to.

In the midst of his pitiful attempts to turn the conversation topic elsewhere, Sunday’s gaze betrays him and wanders to you again - only this time, you’re looking at him first. Your eyes meet for a second, and you offer him a friendly smile and wave.

And that’s all it takes for him to melt.

Robin watches, entertained, as Sunday waves back, his wings now flapping in delight at the brief interaction. His smile is relaxed now, and his eyes are drowning in something that Robin can only describe as lovesickness.

She lets out a loud sigh, fondly shaking her head as she looks at her brother.

There’s no doubt in her heart now - he’s smitten.

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Bruh... Discussing anything with Oliver is so fucking juicy. The diffrent perspectives im getting man

#miranda talking shit #We talked about a lot of shit but one being compliments. And how i love them #I don't fully accept them but i appriciate getting them and i think highly of everyone and id love to give everyone that #Meanwhile hes like... No. People can call me nice bc i want to be nice... But otherwise no #Someone call me cute? Great our whole relationship is ruined and i cant talk to them again bc they think about me in another way #'i only want someone i am interested in to call me cute bc i also think they are' #I completely understand the logic its not weird? But my mind is like ????? What #I think its bc i have like no big differences between romantic and friendship love. If i love you i love you? #So anyone i like... Being friends... Call me anything positive... Id be happy #Even if i dont think the same about them? Might be bc i dont buy into what thet are saying so i dont completely #Think they see me in that way? But i also never can imagine someone liking me romantically ... So.... #For me all compliments are friendly and platonic and without SPECIAL meaning #I guess i dont make the connection that... The othet person feels this way about me? Which is ... Maybe odd but #I dont think id ever .... Drop a friendship on my end voluntarily even if i got an confession i cant return? #Bc to me ... An friendship is the most important thing... And romantic feelings do fade? Unless someone is REALLY into you #But yeah... Nah. Then again compliments do weight more from people i like more? Thats logical #I find it interesting how we both fear people caring about us but we have complete diffrent ways to deal with it etc #I care easily and like caring for people... But its hard for me to accept them caring about me more than a standard friend #Meanwhile he doesn't like caring about people and doesnt want others to care about him. Except that one special person? #He push away people so no one gets close and i do have people around me who i love but i also have myself convinced that i am the #One that cares 'more'. I do it subconsciously and i think its part of my self worth issue. I still cant say im worth love truly #Im worth a smaller amount. Friends can care for me thats okay... But not the same way i care for others. Thats not realistic or allowed #Think its another thing set in place by my brain to not get hurt. If i cant believe others love me... I dont get disappointed when they dot #Anything involving feelings is so fun to talk about bc he'll say the opposite of me and im likr huh... Yeah thats another angle #I think i have actively worked on my... Survival tactic from childhood to get rid of it or well make it smaller #So i can definitely see some points of his views? I pushed people away and never opened up to anyone truly until i got into my late teens

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Hi friend! I had an idea that perhaps you could bring to life. Its an azriel x reader. Where shes a seamstress for Rhys, she makes all his suits and all the beautiful gowns and dresses for the girls to wear. She even makes their leathers for fighting. I imagine one of them or maybe a few of them make a comment on how she's no one important and kinda belittles her work cuz shes just a seamstress. Rhys brings all 3 males to be measured for suits and azriel is getting flushed as readers kneeling to measure the length of his pants and the slit for his wings. Rhys sees Azriel blush and gives him a stern look shaking his head like "not this one." She doesnt look them in they eye, and rhys doesnt tell azriel anything about her. Like shes rhys best kept secret. Reader feels like the IC is so much better than her and thats why they sometimes say mean things (maybe someone asks elain where her dress is from and she just scoffs like "this old thing") but its actually a protective rhys trying to keep her safe cuz she reminds him so much of his deceased sister. Bond snaps but readers so insecure she wants to decline. Sorry this was so long. Lol. Just trying to get the jist of it out. Non important seamstress reader, flushed azriel, brother like rhys. The end. 🤣🤣🤣

a/n: I really hope that I did your request justice! It was so cute writing a shy Azriel

Unnoticed

You sat at the front desk of the shop to place your order for your inventory, sighing to yourself as your eyes momentarily moved around the small store that you owned. It wasn’t anything special and was small compared to the many others in the city. There were so many other places that would be preferred by the citizens but this was your passion and refused to give up on it. The bell on the door rang and you looked up with a hopeful smile that turned into a grin when you saw who was striding in.

“Hey!” you started happily, thankful to see such a familiar face. “It feels like forever since I’ve seen you.”

“I will make it a top priority to come visit when it isn’t just for your services,” he chuckled.

“And what is it that I can do for the all mighty High Lord?” A giggle at his playful frown escaped you. “I’ve been looking forward to the new things that you always request.”

“We have a visit to the Day Court and it would be nice to have some new attire for the ball that Helion will be hosting.”

“That sounds so nice,” you sighed dreamily. “The same sizes as last time?”

“The females, yes.” He gave you a smile that was full of love and admiration that nearly brought tears to your eyes. “However, Azriel and Cassian will need to be measured since they usually do not wear this particular form of attire.”

“Just let me know when you’re ready and I’ll have everything set up.” You searched through the files under your desk to pull out the Inner Circles information. “I can go ahead and get what you have in mind so I can get it done in time.”

Rhysand gave you a small smile, the adoration still shining in his eyes. You were never sure why he looked at you in such a way but you appreciated it anyway. He was the only thing that came close to a friend since there were times where he would stay with you and talk for hours before departing again. You had no family since they were lost in the war but you were thankful that you had been able to take refuge in Velaris.

There were times when the High Lord would try to offer to move you into a larger store in a better part of the city. It was a sweet offer but you felt as if it was charity and you didn’t want any pity. The Night Court black that was used was always beautiful to you and your friend seemed to like the little details that you added to make it stand out a bit more while still fitting his court. 

Your store stayed in business simply because of Rhysand’s orders for his family because you made everything for them. He always assured you that they loved their dresses and gowns but there was always an emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t place when he did so. Despite that, you always put everything that you had into it. His family was important and special. All of them were nothing like you. Just a little nobody that had nothing but your little shop to keep you busy.

It wasn’t until three hours later that the High Lord left did you realize just how alone that you truly were. You wished that you had a family like he did but you forced your mind to remember how happy that you were for him. There were so many that you had come across in your life that only had half of what he did and even then, there wasn’t much happiness in it.

The next day, you made your way out to begin your search for the things that you would be able to find in town when you saw someone you recognized. It was one of the High Lady’s sisters but you weren’t sure which one it was. You did your best to not be noticed as the female spoke to another one but you were pretty sure that you wouldn’t be. 

“Where did you get your dress, Elain?” the female asked.

“This old thing?” Elain looked down at her dress, one that you had made, with her nose scrunched in distaste. “It came from some nobody seamstress. Rhys has never told us anything else.”

“Well, I think it’s beautiful.” The female’s head tilted slightly with a raised eyebrow. “It seems like you don’t like it.”

“It’s definitely not my favorite,” Elain huffed, scrunching her nose in the process.

Unable to hear anymore of the conversation, you turned and darted back to your shop. So many feelings had hit you all at once and you weren’t sure where to start as you began sobbing once you were in the safety of the building that you also lived in. You began doubting yourself and the work that you loved while also wondering if the male that you considered your friend has been lying to you all of this time. 

Even though you had cried yourself to sleep in the early afternoon, you were still unable to pull yourself out of bed the next morning. You could barely hear the knock on the front door but you ignored it. You had already felt like no one of any importance but the words that you had overheard only proved it. Not only was it from a customer but also from someone who would be able to destroy what tiny bit of name that you had for yourself in the city within an instant. Facing Rhysand again would be one of the hardest things that you had to do in a long time but you refused to let him down.

You allowed yourself to mope in bed for the remainder of the day in hopes that you would feel a bit better the next day. No sooner than you opened your store, the bell rang and you felt the High Lord’s power throughout the entirety of the small building.

Azriel had felt a bit frustrated when his brother dragged him out of bed and rushed him through his breakfast. He wasn’t sure what the hurry was, not seeing the big deal in getting fitted for new suits and leathers. In truth, he did need them but he felt as if it could’ve waited until a bit later in the day. His High Lord had a hint of eagerness to him that wasn’t so present unless it came to his mate or son.

He was only annoyed further when they arrived at what he could swear was the smallest shop in the entire city and there was no answer even after Rhysand had all but beat the door down. The store couldn’t even be considered to be in the district where most of the stores were but he was somewhat relieved because he was able to spend the rest of his day as he wanted.

Rhysand did the same thing the following day which had both him and Cassian grumbling about doing the same thing two days in a row. Thankfully, the store was open and his brother walked in as if he owned the place with a small smile on his face.

“Is everything alright?” Rhys asked the female at the front desk hesitantly, a hint of worry in his voice. “We came by as planned but there was no answer.”

“I had some business to take care of,” you muttered, causing him and Cassian to glance at each other in confusion. 

Neither of them knew who you were nor even knew of the business that was being run here. He watched carefully as you gathered what was needed and even though you carried yourself in a confident manner, you kept your eyes downcast. It was as if you didn’t have it in you to look them in the eyes. You had obviously done so with his brother but it appeared as if it wasn’t the case today.

From what he could see, he could tell that you were beautiful but what would confirm it the most would be some form of eye contact. He watched you carefully as you started with Cassian, fully committed to doing your job to perfection. You started with his other brother’s legs for his height and he only saw a smirk pulling on Cassian’s lips that he was trying to hold back. For reasons unknown to Azriel, it had him frowning and almost bristling at the sight.

You continued on with your work in silence except for a hum here or there when the High Lord asked you questions as if you didn’t want to speak to any of them. It wasn’t until you moved to him did he truly pay attention to you. He wasn’t sure why but the sight of you on your knees in front of him, with your notebook in hand, had heat creeping onto his face. The quietest snicker came from Cassian who had moved behind him. When he turned to glare at him, he noticed a stern look on Rhysand’s face that had his eyebrows furrowing.

Azriel’s body stiffened when your fingers brushed lightly against him to take other measures. He sucked in a quiet breath when you moved behind him to measure the slits for his wings and your fingers just barely grazed them. It sent a jolt of what felt like electricity through him. He cursed himself silently because it wasn’t the first time that his wings had been touched but there was something about yours that nearly had him wanting more of the contact.

He was slightly disappointed when you were finished too quickly for his liking and moved to Rhysand. You still kept your eyes downcast from all of them and it seemed to have the slightest frown tugging at the High Lord’s lips. Cassian continued to watch as if he too was wondering what was going on. 

“Everything should be ready in three weeks if that’s alright,” you said, giving Rhysand the briefest glance before returning to your desk.

Rhys ushered them out quickly and was unusually quiet. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that he was brooding. Neither Cassian nor himself knew anything about you so they weren’t sure what to say but his own curiosity got the better of him.

“Who is she?”

“No one for you to be concerned about,” the High Lord answered. “And you will stay away from her.”

He was given a stern glance but he could note the protective fondness in his eyes. It only caused him to wonder more but he kept quiet on the matter.

You were thankful for the time being that you didn’t have a lot of customers. The work of making suits and gowns for seven people would take a while but you were thankful that it gave you a break from your thoughts. You didn’t waste any waking hour, putting your greatest effort into it all in hopes that the gowns would be appreciated more.

A week had passed faster than you had originally imagined that it would and the only break in your concentration was the bell to your shop opening for the second time during the time. You shouldn’t have been surprised to see Rhysand before you, a small frown on his face as he looked down at you.

“As promised, I have come to spend some quality time with the most beautiful seamstress that I know,” he said with a grin that contradicted the caution in his eyes.

“You come to visit or check on my progress?” you asked, eyeing him for a moment before returning your work.

“As I said, I’ve come to visit,” he repeated gently. “Are you alright? You’re acting differently.”

“Fine,” you answered a bit too quickly to be believable. 

“I apologize when I say that I do not believe you.” There was a worried frown on his face that made your heart clench and tears almost formed in your eyes. “Talk to me.”

“I just..” You trailed off, unsure what to say or how to say it. “Why does it matter? I’m just trying to balance everything.”

It was a lie and they both knew it. There was worried determination on his face and you knew that he wouldn’t let it go but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what happened. It could possibly cause a divide or rift between the family that you thought so highly of and you couldn’t have that.

“You’re evading,” he replied flatly before his face softened when he gripped your chin lightly to keep your attention on him. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“Your family is very important,” you muttered. “I just want to be sure that I make everything perfectly. There’s so many ideas going through my head and I’m just trying to be sure to keep it all together.”

“You are no less important than any of us.” His matter of fact words paired with his gentle smile had a small one forming on your face as well. “As a matter of fact, you are just as important if not more so than my entire family combines.”

“Why?” You moved out of his grip and stared at him flatly. “Look at m-”

“I do see you. Every single time I come in here.” Rhysand continued with a charming smile that caused you to huff. “There is nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why-” You stopped short, reminding yourself to not give into your emotions. “I have Feyre’s gown completed and this one that I’m almost finished with is for Nesta. Do you want to see?”

He nodded with a grin and followed you to a separate room in the back where you kept the outfits that you made. You watched him carefully for his reaction as he stared at the gown and then blew out a silent breath of relief at the genuine smile on his face.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, turning to grin brightly at you. “She will love it and this just may become her new preferred gown.”

“Promise?” you asked tentatively while you tried to decipher if he was lying or not.

“On my mate’s life,” he answered as a look of adoration etched into his features once again. 

“Is there anything that I should change about Amren’s, Mor’s, Nesta’s or..” You swallowed hard, the action not going unnoticed by the High Lord. “Elain’s? I want everything to be absolutely perfect for everyone for such an important event.”

“No.” He shook his head but the certainty in his eyes was answer enough. “I look forward to seeing what the rest look like.”

“I’ve made these my top priority so the leathers-”

“Can wait until you’re finished with these,” he replied. “What they have now will work until later.”

“Okay,” you whispered, gripping onto the kind reassurances to push you through your self deprecating thoughts before he pulled you into a tight embrace.

“I wish there was a way to make you realize just how special you are,” he muttered, squeezing tighter to emphasize it. “You remind me so much of my sister.”

Your eyes filled with tears immediately because it was no secret about what happened to his mother and sister. The fact that had such a high opinion of you that he would compare you to someone so important to him had you sobbing. He simply held you until your tears finally ceased and stayed with you for a few hours before returning to his court duties.

By the time that the door shut behind him, you felt a bit better but knew that you would never compare to any of them.

Azriel wasn’t able to keep his mind off of you while they waited for their new suits and gowns for the upcoming ball. He wasn’t sure why but despite his High Lord’s orders, he walked past your shop every so often to simply get a glimpse of you. Only once did he get a full view of your face and it took his breath away as he saw you smile at the only customer that he had noted that you had.

It was reaching the three week mark that you had given his brother and he was itching to ask the High Lord if he would let him retrieve the order. His gut told him that Rhysand wouldn’t allow it. He wasn’t sure why you were kept such a tight secret from all of them but Azriel knew that his brother meant it when he had given the order to stay away from you. 

“I can’t go with you today.” Azriel stopped just outside of the study, listening to Rhys as he spoke to Cassian. “I have to leave in a couple of hours to pick up our outfits for our trip to Day Court.”

“I don’t understand why none of us-”

“As I’ve said,” the High Lord growled, his voice low and almost deadly. “You need not worry about her.”

“Yea but she-”

“Is not a topic of discussion.”

The snappy tone of their brother had Cassion falling quiet on the topic but Azriel’s curiosity about you wouldn’t let him sit idly by. It was almost as if he was being pulled towards you and he couldn’t ignore it. He slipped out as silently as he had come in and disobeyed Rhysand’s orders. Even though the plan had already been arranged, Azriel wasn’t bothered with the anger that would surely ensue about him taking the initiative that was purely personal.

The bell on your store’s door sounded as he entered but you were so focused on your work that you didn’t notice his presence until he cleared his throat. You jumped from your stool, startled from the noise before you finally looked at him. It felt like the entire world stopped when you both made eye contact and he felt the one thing that he was beginning to believe that he would never have.

Your eyes went wide and you stumbled backwards, tripping over your stool and fell to the ground in surprise as the golden thread connected the two of you. He rushed as fast as he could through the small area, his wings knocking some items over even though his wings were tucked in tightly behind him. A breath of relief escaped him when you didn’t recoil from him when he reached to help you up.

“I- I don’t- What?” you gasped through heavy breaths as you stood.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” he stuttered, unsure what to say since he didn’t know what you were thinking. 

“No. Don’t be. I just..” You took a deep breath before fully looking at him again. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Your words barely registered in his mind as he stared back at you, your beauty captivating him the longer that he did so. There were so many things that he wanted to say but at the same time being unsure since he didn’t know you. No sooner than he could open his mouth to reassure you, the front door opened and he felt the High Lord’s power filling the store. His brother was angry beyond belief with him.

“Y/N, would you mind stepping outside for a moment while I have a word with my spymaster.”

Azriel could feel the uncertainty and anger flowing off of you but you nodded after swallowing audibly. Once you were out in the streets, Rhysand had him by the collar of his shirt and shoved him harshly into the wall. There was nothing but pure, unadulterated anger on his brother’s face.

“Did I or did I not tell you to stay away from her?” Rhys growled.

“Yes but-”

“But what, Azriel?” he snapped at him. “Are you simply attracted to females that I insist on you staying away from?”

“It isn’t like that,” he tried. “Why are you so insistent on no one knowing about her? None of us even knew that she existed until now.”

“Because I want to protect her.” Azriel was released before Rhysand took a few steps back. “She reminds me too much of my sister and I refuse to let anything happen to her. If that means keeping all of you clueless to her existence then that is what I will do.”

Azriel’s thought began flooding in all at once, making it hard to keep up with what his shadows were whispering and the things that he wanted to say. He understood now what his High Lord’s motivations were but there was no way that he could let his mate go. Not after finally finding it after the centuries that he had waited for it. As he went to explain what had happened, the door opened again and it had your scent filling the room.

“I don’t want to be the reason that there’s trouble,” you mumbled as you looked at your feet.

“You are not-”

“We’re mates,” Azriel said, interrupting Rhys.

The High Lord’s eyes widened when he swirled around to look at him. There was uncertainty in them while he stared at him before looking back at the female that he held in such high regards. For the first time in a long time, his brother was speechless and Azriel was honestly shocked. 

“I don’t deserve it,” you continued, finally looking up with tear filled eyes. “I don’t deserve someone as special and amazing as he is.”

“Why?” he asked in a raspy voice.

“You- All of you-” You paused, taking a deep breath. “You’re all so much better than me to the point that some of my dresses aren’t even liked.”

“What do you mean, Y/N?”

Your eyes switched between Rhysand and himself before stopping on the former. The tears that began flowing down your face made him unable to not go to you, placing his hands on each cheek in hopes of calming you.

“I heard Elain telling someone that she didn’t like-”

“Screw her and her opinion,” he growled before apologizing when your eyes went wide.

“There is a dress in particular that she isn’t the most fond of,” Rhys answered and you looked around him to gaze at the High Lord. “It is the only one and she simply doesn’t care for certain parts of the style. It has nothing to do with you or how amazing that your work is. It is simply a personal problem.”

“She said I was a nobody,” you sniffled, the words causing his body to shake slightly in anger. 

“That’s my fault.” Your brows furrowed at Rhys’s words. “You’re an amazing female and I didn’t want to risk putting you into danger by letting all of them know who you are.”

“But I-”

“Give us a chance,” Azriel whispered, pulling your eyes back to his. “Please.”

“Why don’t we start with the upcoming ball?” Rhys gave you a small smile when you looked at him cautiously. “It’d be a high honor for my shadowsinger to have you by his side.”

“It would,” he agreed.

Your bright smile in return for his words sent his heart fluttering and a rare, genuine smile adorned his face. He knew right then and there that there was nothing that he wouldn’t do to keep that smile on your face. 

It was the start of something new that he couldn’t wait to see unfold.

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Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his shy gn s/o nervously asking if they can kiss him on the lips?

note: going to answer his as if it’s their first kiss together reader is asking for!

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Astarion

tries to downplay how genuinely pleased he is by putting on his typical bravado “oh well I knew you couldn’t keep away, darling”

secretly chuffed because he understands having boundaries over your body and he’s pleased that you’re comfortable enough with him to ask

doesn’t want to make a big deal about it in camp but doesnt hide, either — wraps an arm around your waist and brings you to where he’s standing in the mouth of his tent

wants to make it special. catches your lips with his fangs a little but not too hard.

melts a little when he feels your hand gently run up his chest.

when you break apart, smiling, he feels a little thrill at how happy you look ❤️

Gale

surprised you’re asking! out loud says, “you don’t need permission to kiss me, they’re always gladly accepted.”

but sees how much courage it took for you to ask. Is so happy you trust him.

looks around, “where do you want me…? it has to be perfect…”

that’s enough to break some tension, you laugh and press your lips to his

his hands settle on your waist. not too tight, just enough to anchor you to the moment

you can feel him smile into it 💕

“well I certainly hope that we’re able to repeat that.”

you laugh, and go in for another one…

Wyll

my man is a romantic. this kiss is at a planned event.

not that he’s pressuring you into it! he just wants to have a lovely romantic date and it so happens that that’s where you feel safe enough to ask.

you're sequestered away from the group, little picnic spread out, he wanted to have a nice moment for just the two of you.

you gather up the courage to ask him and he’s surprised for a moment! but then he smiles; hand sliding up your arm to cup your face, his lips meet yours when you lean into it

it’s perfect. soft, gentle, loving. you can feel the emotion behind it.

he’s smiling when he pulls back. for a moment, you want to apologise for not instigating this sooner. but then, as if he’s read your mind:

“you’re worth waiting a lifetime for.”

Halsin

honoured you trust him enough to ask.

he doesn’t care about rushing into anything. he’s an older man, happy to wait to take things at your pace.

not to say he isn’t pleased you asked — he is! he’s wanted to know what your kiss tastes like for a while now.

when we see him kiss in game there’s a ferocity behind it. but this time it’s soft, he lets you take the lead with pace.

uses his body to shield you from the rest of the camp so that the moment isn’t too public.

hands softly wrapping around you, bringing you to his broad chest. keeping you safe against him.

he mutters against your lips. “nature truly look its time with you. you are perfect…”

if he says it enough, maybe you’ll believe it’s true.

Dammon

is so immediately thrown he can’t even answer for a moment.

is the heat in his cheeks from the forge or something else…?

manages to find his words after a moment, “oh… yes! hang on, let me…”

cleans his hands, quickly splashes his face with water to remove the soot, turns to you-

“how should I…”

you reach over and gently press your lips to his, surprising him!

but then he wraps his arms around you, tail swishing in such enthusiasm it takes out a row of tools

he’s a bit nervous to start with but gets super into it

wants to do it again and again… if you’ll let him…

(and you do)

Rolan

you ask if you can kiss him.

an immediate “YES”

he’s so excited. there’s a non-zero chance this is his first kiss.

tries to be soft and careful but can’t hold in how happy he is.

teeth clack together a bit, maybe a bit too eager with tongue… but you find yourself smiling into it anyway 💕

again, another tail swisher. can’t keep his emotions hidden from you. doesn’t want to.

he wants to touch you all over but keeps his hands to your waist to make sure you feel comfortable.

when you pull away he’s blushing, muttering “wow…”

he’s left speechless by you.

Zevlor

my man is the most respectful tiefling around.

honoured to be asked to kiss you. I think he takes you somewhere quiet, secluded. doesn’t want people staring.

slowly brings you against his body before pressing his lips to yours.

you feel… protected by his kiss? it’s hard to explain.

you just know he’d protect you.

and the kiss is perfect.

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