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[ourlittleforever]

f/o who doesn’t know they’re touchstarved until they meet you.

the heavy want grows in their chest and is absolutely undeniably there whenever you two even just briefly touch. when you’re so close that they’re so desperate have you closer, wanting to feel their body pressed against yours in a tight embrace, that the thought of your hand in theirs is barely enough. when you two finally hug, or whenever you do, they sink into your embrace almost immediately, a deep sigh of content heard as they wrap their arms around you to return the tender hug. it’s a little hard to get their arms off you afterward, with those small mumbles of “just a little longer” and “i don’t want to let go yet.”

maybe they’re super embarrassed about feeling so at first and are so glad whenever you indulge in their desire to have you, to feel your warmth. or they’re incredibly stubborn about it but their actions always say otherwise, finding every little chance to have their skin touch yours, to quietly tug on your sleeve or any other sign that you immediately know what they want with it.

eitherway they’re forever thankful that you’re so understanding. with the little touches you guys end up doing like from simply pushing a strand of hair behind an ear or running fingers through each other’s hair, they’re absolutely addicted. smitten, even, so incredibly much that they can’t put their love for this, for you into words.

#SOBBING

[ourlittleforever]

collection of my boyfriend being angry about my meals

#my knight in shining armor #the shadow and the light

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^ kissy kissy I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

#gush #the shadow and the light

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I love Lazav so much I love him SO MUCH!!!!! 💘🤍🤍💝🩷🩵💛💙💛💖💘💗🧡💜💛💖🩷💗💛💙🩷💝💛💗🧡💙💘💖💗💘💗💘💗💘💜🩷💜💘💖💘💙💘💜♥️💗💘💗💗

#gush #the shadow and the light

[ourlittleforever]

sorry to everyone who must experience me being sappy and weird in their notifs unfortunately I am unwell about that old man

#txt

[ourlittleforever]

Ravnica would take care of itself. It always had.

Still sick. Have Etrata and Lazav for Waldosia, taking place between March of the Machine and Murders at Karlov Manor. I'm going to take a nap until my head stops pounding now.

#also rbing here bc etrata is like a cool big sister to me. you know. #familials tag #etrata tag

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(You're A) Strange Animal

The girl returned to the kitchen and began to prepare something to eat. Lazav relaxed as best he could. He’d eat whatever the girl brought him and then leave. He had more important things to do than entertain the whims of a Selesnyan, no matter how much they helped him. A year and a half later, Lazav was entertaining the whims of a Selesnyan.

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Lazav leaned against the brick wall, clutching his side. Boiling hot blood seeped out from under his fingers. He winced. Part of him wondered if faking his own death would be worth it, considering how close he was to dying at that moment. He slunk down the brick and groaned in pain, fingers digging into his ribs. His life couldn’t be over now.

Somewhere close, a door slammed closed, and he could vaguely register the pitter-patter of footsteps.

A member of the Conclave appeared in his vision, kneeling before him. They had pointed elf ears, but a rounded face and short stature belied a human heritage. “Hey,” they whispered, reaching out to Lazav with a freezing cold wash rag. They pressed the rag against his side and he snarled. “This will stop the inflammation and bleeding. Hold it tight,” they instructed. The half-elf knelt down beside him and gingerly touched his cheek. For a brief moment, Lazav was confused as to why he felt facial hair bristle under their fingers; then, he remembered he’d taken Merret’s form upon escaping the cave troll. 

His thoughts were interrupted by the half-elf girl shouldering under his arm and helping pull him up from the ground. “Come with me,” they urged. “My house isn’t far from here. You can heal up.” Lazav could no longer feel blood dripping from his wound, so the girl’s ice-cold rag had helped after all. So strange, for a Selesnyan to help the Dimir.

And this girl could clearly see he was dressed like Dimir agent. Yet they were pulling Lazav along, allowing him to enter their abode without a second thought. They guided him to the couch and set him down before running off to their kitchen, mumbling something about a salve. 

Two cats circled the girl’s feet before the orange-and-white feline – a clear bruiser of a tom – cautiously approached Lazav’s wounded form. The other cat, an older white female, skittered away and hid under a chair. 

The girl returned to Lazav with the salve and gently moved the bloodied rag so they could clean the wound properly.

“Why are you helping me?” he asked, if anything to distract himself from the stinging in his side. He should’ve healed by now on his own, yet the wound still seeped. “You are Selesnya. I am Dimir. We’re enemies.”

“We have bigger enemies right now,” they replied mildly, and Lazav couldn’t argue. “Besides, you needed help. We’re supposed to help people.” The girl applied the salve as tenderly as they could. “I couldn’t just leave you there to die.”

Lazav digested that in silence as the girl bandaged the wound and adjusted his clothes for him. “Thank you,” he said after a moment.

“Yeah, no problem.” The girl smiled warmly, and Lazav was taken aback by their sincerity. He scanned their thoughts for any kind of ulterior motive, anything they could use against him – but instead, the only thought related to him was He’s kind of cute. Unfortunately for this poor half-elf, Merret was married, and was as useless a lackey as they came. 

The girl returned to the kitchen and began to prepare something to eat. Lazav relaxed as best he could. He’d eat whatever the girl brought him and then leave. He had more important things to do than entertain the whims of a Selesnyan, no matter how much they helped him.

—

A year and a half later, Lazav was entertaining the whims of a Selesnyan.

He appeared in Millie’s dreams at first, watching their passing fancies at a distance, but that was not nearly close enough for his tastes. He arrived at their door as a haggard old tom cat, and was quite pleased whenever they held him against their warm, plush chest and scratched behind his ears. However, their other cats became jealous, and Millie became tearful whenever Vasiliy and Murka were upset, so Lazav stopped coming around as a cat. 

He returned to their dreams but actively sought out interaction. Millie was skeptical at first, but a bit of sweet coaxing and teasing of romance brought them around quickly. They were practically putty in his hands.

Lazav was an expert in using any sort of charm to get what he wanted. Mind tricks, shapeshifting, a single whispered word, and anyone would fall to their knees before him. But he found that he didn’t want to manipulate Millie. Not like that. He desired… connection from them. Genuine connection. So he simply behaved as a gentleman and convinced them to come see him.

And there they were, sitting before him at a coffee shop, sipping on a drink so loaded with flavored syrup it couldn’t be called coffee anymore. They grinned at him, offering him the straw. “Here. Try some.”

Lazav sighed, but took a sip, and cringed at how overwhelmingly sweet the drink was. Millie sat the drink down on the table, and Lazav took the opportunity to take their little hand and examine their nails. “You need them redone,” he commented casually. “I’ll take you to have them repainted this afternoon.”

“You don’t have to,” Millie mumbled, their face reddening slightly. “I could pay for it.”

“I enjoy spoiling you. Hush, now, kisa.” He ran his thumb over their smooth knuckles. Millie’s skin was miraculously soft; for a former member of the Conclave, they were averse to labor, so their hands remained callous-free and gentle. He smiled at them, and Millie smiled back. He wore a charmed cloak that allowed Millie to see his “true” face while the rest of Ravnica saw another man entirely. His poor little half-elf had been quite upset that they weren’t able to see their partner when they went out, so Lazav had this cloak charmed all for them. Spoiled rotten girl, he thought fondly. That was his fault. Another smile formed on his lips.

“Thank you,” Millie said, squeezing Lazav’s hand. “Can we go walk around the Second District today?”

“Of course, kukolka. Anything for you.” He watched Millie’s bright green eyes light up, and Lazav wanted nothing more than to snatch them away and hide them from the rest of Ravnica. Such a pretty little thing should be reserved for him alone! 

But… Millie would be unhappy, and his heart broke at the thought.

So instead, he took their hand and led them from the cafe, to give them another night of their dreams.

—

Millie and Lazav returned to the half-elf’s apartment sometime after four in the morning. Nails, shopping, a play, drinks, capping off with the Broken Toybox – Millie had a sleepy yet pleased expression on their face from a risqué night on the town as they unlocked the door to their home, with Lazav following close behind. He thought of how he was covertly rebuilding Duskmantle, and considered broaching the subject of moving Millie to the Undercity with him. He needed them closer. Beside him, always.

A strange feeling tugged at his heart as he watched Millie set their keys down and greet Vasiliy and Murka. The cats still regarded Lazav warily, but tripped over each other greeting Millie, who cooed sweetly to each. “My babies! My sweet babies, I missed you, too…”

Their naivete both endeared and frustrated Lazav. How could Millie have lived through two invasions, been exiled from their guild, and remain so kind? Didn’t they know that Ravnica, nay, the Multiverse was cruel? That Lazav was part of why Ravnica could be such a cruel place?

Surely they had to know. Maybe they denied it. Maybe they didn’t care. 

“Millichika,” Lazav said, swallowing hard.

“Mhm?” Millie turned to him with sleepy gray-green eyes, their tight black dress wrinkled around their waist.

“You know who I am,” he said. “Guildmaster of the lost guild. Master of secrets, assassins, and thieves.” Embarrassment crept up his neck, followed by annoyance at himself. The great Dimir mastermind couldn’t feel embarrassment! It was shameful! Still, he felt unbearably warm as he spoke. “Why… Why do you remain with me?”

“I couldn’t get away from you if I tried, Zava,” Millie teased. When he didn’t laugh, Millie tilted their head at him. “You’re serious. Ah.” They stepped closer, and their perfume enveloped Lazav’s senses. “I’ve heard all the rumors. I know what the Dimir do.” You don’t know the half of it. “You’ve always treated me well. And…” Millie placed a dainty hand on his chest, their other hand cupping his cheek. “I love you. That’s all there is to it.”

I love you. The words were like warm sunlight on his very being. It felt… unbelievable, that someone like Millie could love someone like him.

Lazav kissed Millie’s forehead, and that strange tug filled him again. He recognized that feeling now. Love.

“I love you, too,” he murmured. “My strange girl.”

#self ship #selfship #self shipping #yumeship #yumejoshi #f/o #f/o community #milliefic #the shadow and the light

[ourlittleforever]

ooooaghe it's bad brain day again and I just want to be held by Lazav. I wanna lay my little head on his shoulder and just be his. :( 💕

#gush #the shadow and the light

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I'm also crampy and a lil cranky bc I'm tired/in pain and I want Lazav to hold me and comfort me.

I think he'd be pretty awkward at taking care of me when I'm on my period at first. Like, he's trying, but doesn't know how to deal with me. But it's charming and cute in his weird sinister evil way.

I like to imagine him walking into my room and declaring, "I have chocolate for you. I've heard that beings with your anatomy enjoy chocolate when they are menstruating."

"....thanks??"

Then total silence as he leaves. Nothing else to say, he's accomplished his task.

Eventually I come into his office and crawl into his lap for snuggles and comfort and he's like, oh, shit, they also need physical affection and not just for me to run in and give them chocolate and the run off to do evil old man tasks.

i also like to think that eventually he puts a bed beside his desk for me so I can sleep in his office with him while he works :)

#period cw #gush #the shadow and the light

[ourlittleforever]

lazav kissies. i need them so bad

#im so sleepy:(( #need his snugglws #gush #the shadow and the light

[ourlittleforever]

in honor of the mike/rick anniversary, i had to redraw this whitman's ad

#CUTE #others ships

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🌌🏠

For the selfship asks :3

- @sheepie-self-ships

thank you dear!! I'm gonna answer for Lazav 💖

🌌: What was your first date like?

He took me to an opera! He's a very cultured, very smart man. Very fancy and romantic at heart, but with me alone.

🏠: What’s you and your f/o’s dream home?

We'd live in a restored Duskmantle, in our own little secret section, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Lazav would have his office/library, I'd have my craft room...

#gush #ask #self ship #the shadow and the light

[ourlittleforever]

"Your boyfriend is evil!" "Your boyfriend is cruel and horrifying!" Well, he's a joy to me. Maybe it's a you problem.

[ourlittleforever]

feeling your breath on my lips, one last time…

#ohhh this is so delicatw #so pretty #others ships

[ourlittleforever]

Basic ass self-ship asks that make me go feral

😍: Name your three favorite things about your f/o

😘: What’s your f/o’s favorite thing about YOU?

🐶: If you and your f/o were to get a pet, what would it be?

🏠: What’s you and your f/o’s dream home?

🎤: Describe your f/o’s voice

💕: Who’s the clingier one in the relationship?

💚: Who gets jealous?

🎵: What are some song lyrics that make you think of your f/o/your relationship with your f/o?

💤: Do you sleep together? If so, describe your sleeping positions and patterns (E.g. who steals the blankets, are either of you insomniacs, etc.)

💫: Are either of you ticklish? If so, where?

🌟: Who’s the tease in the relationship?

🛩: Where would the two of you go on your honeymoon?

💍: What’s your dream wedding?

🍼: Want kids?

🖋: Who writes the other sappy poetry/cheesy love songs?

💞: How do you both express affection?

💋: Where are your favorite places to kiss your f/o/where are their favorite places to kiss you?

💗: How do you two like to cuddle?

☕: How do you comfort each other on a bad day?

🎡: What are your favorite activities to do together?

🌌: What was your first date like?

💐: How did you two meet?

🛡: Who’s the more protective one?

💔: Is it hard being away from each other?

✅: Freebie! Ask whatever you want!

#ask game

[ourlittleforever]

yes I am fully aware that I’m The Worst™ but I still wanna be like……. loved and stuff

#lazav #the shadow and the light

[ourlittleforever]

favourite selfship dynamic ever has GOT to be "this is an objectively evil character But What If I Was Their Favourite" . literally SO fucking real . and i AM their favourite . they told me so and they would never lie to me. sorry that they lied TO YOU but they wouldnt do that to me. im just built different