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bhaalbaaby · 7 months

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Title: Star Stained Eyes Like Flames (2434 words) Pairing: gale/reader Warnings: nsfw, magic sex, gn!reader A/N: was thinking about mage hands and enchanted underwear and got carried away. tried to make the reader more gender-neutral :")

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Gale is particular about his undergarments and won't let you wash them. You don't ask questions as it's one less thing for you to take care of during your rest. Blood is hard to get out of armor, but you try your damnedest. You don't want to walk around with the blood of your enemies stinking on your skin. People in the wilderness probably wouldn't care, but you do.

As you gather everyone's clothes, you approach Gale's tent. He's reading a book, his regular clothes already on, and himself already bathed. You see his mage hand is at work washing his other clothes, among them his special purple underwear.

"No need for your assistance today, my friend," Gale says as he closes his book. "I do appreciate your hard work, however."

You smile as you nod, "Good to know. I do have a question." You let your curiosity get the best of you, the question on your mind anyway. Gale smiles back, putting his book away as he leans forward, eagerly waiting. "Always here for you."

You wonder if he thinks you're going to ask about his magical ability to do his chores and if he could teach you. How mistaken he is. "Why won't you let me wash your underwear?"

His eyebrow raises as he rapidly blinks, his mouth suddenly dry. His tongue swipes his lips quickly as he shakes his head. "It is not a slight at your handiwork, (Y/N). Quite the opposite." He raises his hand, a shy smile coming to his lips. "Let's just say old habits die hard. Used to do my own back at my Tower in Waterdeep."

Old habits, eh? You don't believe him, examining his posture. "Did you enchant them?" The question leaves your mouth before you realize what you're asking.

Was Gale that lonely? Did he really do that? You know Wizards were crafty with their magic but for pleasure? It never crosses your mind until he acts so weird about them. The others let you wash their clothes without a question, with nothing to hide. It's the only thing you can think of that he'd be embarrassed about. What if you washed the magic away accidentally and he, Gods forbid, has to wear underwear without being aroused?

The idea amuses you as you see his cheeks immediately turn red. "(Y/N)! Why would you even think that?!"

You don't have to answer, his reply giving it away. "Would you enchant mine?" You ask with a cheeky smile, thinking about phantom touches between your thighs, coaxing you closer and closer, the messes you would need to clean later.

Gale clears his throat as he shakes his head. "No! I will not. That is forbidden magic." It's a lie, but you don't press him, seeing the slight tenting in his pants. His tunic covers the majority as he shifts. "I see," you say, nodding, lifting the basket higher. "Well, if you need any help with your... Enchantments... I may be willing to assist." You tease as you walk away, imagining the underwear activates, helping relieve himself.

When nighttime comes, Gale comes to your tent. You're outside of it tonight, mostly watching the sky. The stars are bright tonight, and everything feels like it will be okay. The tadpole in your mind is quiet, no calls for the Absolute. You stand when he approaches, his hands behind his back. "Hello, (Y/N). I've been thinking."

The corners of your mouth perk up, a smirk on your lips. He's always thinking, but you wonder if your comments spark something more carnal that even his enchantments can't handle. "Go on," You say, crossing your arms.

He clears his throat. "I can enchant your undergarments, but I do not wish for the others to know."

Your eyes dance, "I won't tell. I just want to know how it feels is all. It must make things more intense." You muse as you let your eyes drop to his groin.

He steps away, taking a deep breath. "It's on command. It's not random." Gale explains, his voice lowering. "I can explain more, not here. Not with eavesdropping ears." He offers his hand to you.

You glance around at your companions who have either disappeared into their tents or are busy with their things. You take his hand, wondering where he'll take you. "Lead the way then."

In the clearing, he relaxes. "It's a simple spell. I learned it back in school from older kids when the teacher wasn't looking." Gale starts and waves his hands as he talks. You rest against a tree, listening. "Juvenile, but comes in handy when you're alone and need something more than your... hands."

In the darkness, you can make out that he's nervous speaking about this. "You don't have to tell me Gale." You say, not wanting him to do it just because you teased him.

He scoffs, "I want to tell you. You and I will be on this journey to defeat the Absolute for a little while and I know it can get frustrating being so pent up and no relief."

You smile, shrugging. "There's Lae'zel... And maybe even Astarion." You tease again standing with your legs more apart.

His eyes drop to between your thighs and he whispers something you can't make out. It's soft touches at first on your inner thighs, gently caressing to your pelvis, ignoring the parts of you that need it most. You gasp as you keep your legs apart, your feet planted in the ground.

"And there's Gale." He adds out loud, stepping closer as his enchantment goes over your groin, your heart skipping beats. You curse under your breath as you nod, looking over at him.

"Shall I continue or do you wish for it to stop?" He asks, still not physically touching you.

"C-can I control yours?" You ask, rolling your hips with his phantom touch, swelling in the magic.

Gale chuckles as he continues, rubbing you off. Your legs tremble as you close your eyes, feeling him getting closer. "I much rather have the real thing," He whispers in your ear. You close your eyes, letting your hands rub against his cock. He groans in your ear as his enchantment intensifies, the touch feeling so real. Your legs squeeze together as you start to pant, breathing quickening. You lean up, pressing your lips against his. His kiss is quick as he pulls again, grinding against your thigh. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, adjusting to have him pressed against the magic between your thighs.

You rest your head on your hand as you try to quiet your moans, the caresses bringing you so close, but you need a release. There is only so much the underwear can do. You let go of him, peeling your pants down.

You get on your knees, tugging his pants down. His enchantment stops momentarily as if short-circuiting as you slowly pull his cock out. You smile up at him as you see his chest rise and fall faster. Your tongue runs along his thick length, lapping at the extra skin around his tip that peeks out. You open your mouth, slowly taking his cock down as far as you can. He grunts, as you feel the enchantment massage your ass, the fingers finding your hole and gently prodding.

Your eyes open as your moans are muffled around him. You didn't think they could do that, but you welcome the change as you rock your hips trying to match your mouth pace to his thrusts. He holds on to the tree behind you, his hair falling forward over his face.

"(Y/N)..." He moans as he watches your mouth around his stiff member. You pull your mouth off, stroking him as you squirm, the enchanted fingers thrusting so quickly inside and vibrating. "Yes, Gale?" You ask, whimpering, bringing his cock back to your hungry lips. He groans as he tosses his head back, his hand slipping to your hair, pressing his cock deeper.

You gag slightly as his thrusts feel thicker between your thighs, leaving you slick, pooling in the underwear. "I want to fuck you hard. Now." His voice cracks as he continues to fuck your mouth.

You wonder if he's using the enchantment to fuck you with his pseudo cock as your whines are muffled. It's too thick to be fingers, filling you just like you imagine he would. You pull your mouth off again, nodding, "Please."

The enchantments suddenly end as he conjures up a small bed next to the tree. You hope he's not overextending himself with the magic as you pull your top off, tossing your ruined underwear to the side. He does the same as you lie back on the bed. It feels real, you think as he climbs on top of you.

"Thank you for indulging me (Y/N)," He whispers, resting his forehead against yours. You feel his cock resting on your belly, hot and stiff. "No, thank you," You whisper back, as he rests back on his knees. His cock feels much better than the imitation, stretching you again, but a thousand times better. You writhe under him as he slowly thrusts in.

He grunts as he leans back down, holding your chin between his fingers, forcing eye contact. You gaze into his dark brown eyes as your brows knit together, your mind growing blank as you clench around him. He moans, picking up his pace. "Gods, you're perfect (Y/N)."

You close your eyes, wrapping your legs around him as he pounds you into the mattress. You're already close to overstimulation from the enchantment as the way he rolls his hips only drives you more insane. You pant as your arms wrap around his shoulders, bringing him close again. He kisses you, this time with more passion, his tongue running along your bottom lip. His beard scratches your chin as you adjust, until you open your mouth a bit more, letting your tongue intertwine with his own.

He pulls away after a moment, staring down at you. "I-I'm sorry if that was..."

You shut him up bringing him closer as he picks up his speed. "Like that, Gale. Please... Like that." You moan, your fingers playing with the ends of his wavy hair. He doesn't say anything more about his kisses, paying attention to what your body says.

"I'm getting so close, (Y/N)... I don't think I can for much longer."

You mewl as you reach behind you, gripping the pillow behind your head. He watches your face as you try to make yourself cum with him. His tip feels so engorged inside of you as he continues to pound into you, sending waves of pleasure to your brain. He says something under his breath again, phantom touches come to your chest, hands and mouths on your nipples. Your breathing hitches as you wrap your legs around him tighter.

Cheater, you think as the phantom's tongue rolls around your sensitive nipple, the hand massaging the other. You feel another hand as Gales sits up, still keeping his pace, rubbing against your sensitive button.

"Fuck, Gale!" You cry out as you hide your face in the crook of your elbow, your stomach tensing.

"Come with me, please." He begs, feeling so overstimulated from all the touches everywhere. He doesn't have to ask twice as you gush around his cock, shuddering as your legs try to close him out. He pulls out just in time, his groan so loud as he lets his magic rub him off, finishing on your stomach and thighs. The mouth and fingers don't stop on your chest, keeping your nerves heightened.

You whimper as you close your eyes, slowly coming down from your high, the phantoms disappearing slowly. He lies beside you, his breathing hard. You turn to him, kissing him passionately, your hands resting on his stubbled cheek as you pull him closer. He smiles as you pull away, his pupils blown.

"That was... Amazing," He whispers. You nod as you wrap your leg around his waist. He rests his hand on your thigh, gently rubbing your skin.

"Yes, it was... You can enchant my underwear whenever, Gale." You say softly, watching his face.

"Oh?" His brows raise and you can tell he's blushing. "It wasn't weird?"

You shake your head as you prop yourself up on your elbow. "I loved it. It was very erotic." You say, imagining him enchanting your underwear when you're alone in your tent, making you cum over and over again while you try to stay quiet.

He clears his throat as he turns to face you, "Maybe another night, but I think I still prefer when I give you pleasure with my actual form." He states.

You nod as you scoot closer, "I do too. Real Gale is very fun and very sexy."

His blush travels to his neck at your teasing as he gently pats your thigh. "Fun I am. Sexy... You flatter me much, (Y/N)..." He sits up, quickly pecking your lips. "And as much fun this was, we better return to camp before anyone comes looking for us."

You grimace as you move your leg off him. He's right, unfortunately. "We'll have plenty of times in the future." You say with a warm smile as you reach for your clothes.

Gale pauses a look of shock on his face. "Are you sure you want to continue with me?" You raise your eyebrow as you pull your shirt back on, getting off the magical bed. It poofs as soon as you stand.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

He gestures towards the camp as he frowns. "What about the others?" You laugh lightly as you decide not to wear your ruined underwear.

"What about them?" You retort, pulling your pants on.

His face is serious as he steps closer to you, his hands resting on your waist. "If you choose me, I want to be your only lover. I'm quite fond of you, (Y/N). I want to get to know you better."

Your eyes sparkle as you nod, "I'd like that a lot, Gale." He blinks as if expecting you to choose someone else over him. "I want to be with you, Gale." You repeat, gazing into his dumbfounded eyes.

He slowly smiles as he bows his head, trying to contain his excitement. "(Y/N)... You are full of surprises. There is nothing that I wanted more than to hear you say that, my love," He pulls you closer, the kiss full of promise.

#a gale fic whattt #tav x gale #gale #gale x reader #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #writing #smut #esha wouldn't do this so this is not with a tav ;-;#just reader #reader insert #x reader

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theshinazugawaslut · 12 days

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Heyyyy, I didn't know you liked MHA, do you plan on writing stories for any characters once you're done with exams? Will there still be Sanemi content?

Hi, anonnie!

I love MHA, it's the very first anime I watched, and still my favourite next to Demon Slayer! I watched MHA because of how hot I thought Bakugo and Dabi were, especially due to the craze during 2020! My top favourite characters are: Katsuki, Touya, Shoto, Shigaraki, and Keigo!

I plan on writing lots of MHA stories, mainly for Katsuki and Touya. And do not fear, I have lots of Sanemi content to post!

Here's my to-do list for after exams:

Finish the twenty-four Sanemi asks first, which means twenty-four Sanemi one-shots.

Write the following Sanemi AU ideas: Beauty and the Beast AU, dark fantasy witch AU, boxer AU, nerd!Sanemi AU, multiple romance stories for Sanemi in the canon-verse (including scary!reader, dumb!reader ect.), Pirate!Sanemi, NSFW Sanemi Shinazugawa alphabet, mafia!Sanemi, gangster!Sanemi, monster!Sanemi, fae prince!Sanemi, princess!reader x prince!sanemi, samurai!Sanemi x oiran!reader, nursery teacher!reader x big bro!Sanemi, mad hatter!Sanemi, and a few more philosophical or secret works with my boy.

As you can tell, I will be sure to feed you guys with Sanemi content so please don't worry.

Here's a list of works in store for other characters:

Heian-Era Muzan arranged marriage AU

Seven Deadly Sin KNY AU

Yandere Todoroki Shoto

Yandere Bakugo Katsuki

Childhood friend!Dabi

Villain!Reader x Dabi (multiple of these, four in the works so far)

A Dance In Hell With Your Brother (platonic shoto and touya AU)

Househusband!Dabi AU

Multiple Bakugo fics (he's going to get the Sanemi treatment), mainly barbarian/dragon king!Bakugo (which means arranged marriage, runaway princesses, balls, sword fights, magic you name it, one will be Katsuki finding princess!reader trying to hide a body), gangster!Bakugo x wife!Reader, and just cute school scenarios (helping you study, listening to music together ect.)

Underground wife!Reader x Lost husband!Levi

Post-war Levi

Few more Levi one-shots

#esha blabbers #please forgive this list #there's more but i don't wanna spoil #the sanemi bakugo dabi shoto levi hawks shiggy fics that will be dropped throughout the summer #i'll also be writing some todobaku and dabihawks if anyone is interested

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eluvisen · 2 months

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Who Dreamt of the Black

Fandom: Star Wars KOTOR

Characters: Female Revan/Juhani

Rating: T

Summary: The aftermath of the Leviathan.

Written for Femslash February 2024. Prompt: love is devotion.

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Juhani never thought she would sit helpless beside another loved one’s deathbed. And it was love, she realised, too futile and too late. Esha lay in the medbay bed, bruised and bloodied and stinking of fear, surrounded by medical equipment droning their endless reports that she had not yet perished. When Juhani turned her head, the faint whiff of burnt hair trailed across her nose.

Watching Esha’s dear face, Juhani gripped her hand all the tighter. In another time and another, grimier bed, her mother withered. Their apartment had not been so much larger than one of the Ebon Hawk’s dormitories, dark and dank with mould blooms crawling up the walls. A rattling ventilation system had released air that was either muggy or frigid, with no temperature in-between. Beside that bed, Juhani had spent countless hours watching her mother’s face, with her so-familiar stripes and green eyes that were blank with delirium by the end.

Never again.

This time, there was no doctor refusing treatment without upfront payment. Jolee tended Esha with nothing but complete attention, yet something dark and possessive stirred in Juhani’s chest as he smoothed out a kolto patch on Esha’s shoulder. Throat tight, Juhani forced herself to straighten in her seat, attempting a meditative pose to the protest of muscles that had since gone stiff. Her back may as well have been a wall of hurt, her calves crying out at the slightest movement. It had been a difficult fight through the Sith defences to reach the impounded Ebon Hawk. But Juhani only wished she had insisted on accompanying Esha, even if that meant facing Darth Malak himself in combat.

Anything would have been better than this.

Now she could do nothing but watch Jolee fuss over Esha. Despite the grumbles under his breath, Juhani did not miss the unusual tenderness as he brushed a lock of black hair out of Esha’s face.

“Why did you say nothing?” Juhani blurted. “If you knew all this time—”

Jolee paused. His gaze slid past her, to something unseen beyond the medbay wall. “Sometimes the truth in the wrong circumstances can do more harm than good. It wasn’t my place to meddle.”

“Meddle,” Juhani repeated. He would hardly be the first, and her blood pulsed in her ears at the mere thought of Bastila. Juhani knew she should be grateful for Esha’s life, but pain made her uncharitable.

She rounded on Jolee. “How convenient that your apathy allows you to evade all responsibility and pretend it is nobility—!”

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#writing #fanfic #star wars #kotor #juhani #female revan #revani #esha nayahuri #femslash february #femslashfeb2024

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poetnamedesha · 3 months

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About Love

Photo by How Far From Home on Pexels.com It’s messy Interesting Strange Powerful Invisible Hard to prove But, oh so real It’s not something that you think It’s something that you feel That’s the miraculous thing about love Love always, Esha <3

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#creative writing #Esha Montgomery #feeling #hard #Interesting #invisible #love #messy #poem #poetry #powerful #strange

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oraliefathdon4eternalia · 1 year

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Rayni: Little Miss Neverseen - Chapter 1 (March 19 2023)

Rayni Aria threw a curdleroot out the window, hoping it would land on some snooty passersby's head - like one of the members of the Heks family. Or better yet, a Councillor! Off with their sparkly circlets!

It was the least they deserved after banishing her parents, Esha and Behnam Aria, redacting Rayni's acceptance to the Elite levels, and leaving her stuck hiding in a tiny rented apartment in Mysterium with a curdleroot-related job for the Talentless.

Not that her parents were much better. Behnam made ONE tweak to his questionnaire to make himself and Esha a good match, then went on dooming other bad matches for forty years. Then when he was caught, it turned out that oh, maybe matchmaking wasn't that great after all! Then they both disappeared with nothing but a note telling Rayni they loved her too much to let her throw her life away - her life that totally wasn't already trashed!

That was how Rayni became the 'problem' none of her relatives or friends wanted to deal with.

Leaving her all alone in this cramped apartment whose curdleroot smell was driving her up the wall.

It was driving her so crazy she hallucinated a knock on her balcony door. And another. And another. Until the hammering series of knocks also began to drive her crazy.

She loaded her arms up with curdleroots and walked toward her balcony, ready to chuck one of the stinky plants at a moment's notice.

Having endless curdleroot ammo was the only perk of being a curdleroot farmer. (They were currently one gnome short in that department, so they had needed a Talentless to replace the gnome in that slot temporarily.)

Rayni braced herself, hand on the doorknob, before swinging the door forwards, summoning a yelp from a figure on the other side.

"Ow," the cloaked figure grumbled, rubbing what Rayni assumed was her nose. "That was completely unnecessary! All I've done is come to recruit you to a secret rebel organization. Opening doors in people's faces, really! Today's youth better start showing some respect."

"Secret rebel organization?" Those were the only words Rayni processed. Her curdleroot-loaded arms went limp, even though they'd just been prepared for launch.

The figure threw back her hood to reveal a woman with a bun so tight it looked like it was stretching her face. "Listen closely," she said. "I've been looking for you ever since the verdict that banished your parents. I figured that if anyone had a problem with matchmaking, it would be the Aria girl. Don't you want to fix that, so you could live a normal life instead of being hidden away in some smelly little apartment? That and all the other injustices the Council has created: the scorn against multiple births and the Talentless, the outlawing of pyrokinesis?"

Rayni listened in awe at every word. She'd never heard anyone say - outright say, out loud - that matchmaking was a problem. Sure, there were all those sympathetic stares at her from people that knew Rayni's family had been wronged but wouldn't say it out loud. But this was outright denouncement of the system that had gotten Rayni shoveling curdleroots, so she was getting emotional.

"You're really against it?" Rayni asked, blinking back tears and dropping her curdleroots to the ground.

The black-cloaked woman smiled and nodded, and for the first time Rayni noticed a white patch with an eye on the sleeve.

She pointed to it. "What's that?"

"It's the official symbol of the Neverseen," the woman explained. "The secret rebel organization I want to recruit you to."

Neverseen.

For a moment Rayni let that sink in. Then she asked, "What do you need me for?"

"You can help us build a world free of silly biases, without the incorrect methods of the Council. But of course, change doesn't come without a little bit of sacrifice."

Rayni shivered. "What do you mean?"

The woman shrugged. "People could get hurt. But isn't that worth a brand new world full of opportunities?"

Rayni bit her lip. "Just... will you promise me you'll never ask me to do anything that would hurt someone?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "Sure. I promise. So, are you joining the Neverseen or not?" She held up a cloak identical to hers, with an eye patch on the sleeve.

Rayni weighed her options.

On one hand, she could assist an organization that hurt people - but she'd also help change the world!

And on the other, she could rot in an apartment with her curdleroots until her ears grew points.

The latter was a rather unappealing option, so after another moment of consideration, she stepped forward to take the cloak.

"I'll join," Rayni said.

The woman smiled. "Good. My name is Lady Gisela Minnette Sencen, and I am one of the leaders of the Neverseen. Put on your cloak and leap with me." She grabbed Rayni's wrist and held a Pathfinder up to the light.

Before Rayni had a chance to put on the cloak, they had glimmered away.

Glimmer.

That was the first word Rayni thought of when they landed.

"We have arrived at a Neverseen hideout," Lady Gisela was saying. "Put on your cloak now. It is vital that all members keep their identities a secret."

Rayni put on the cloak, then exclaimed: "It's smelly and stuffy!"

"Well, too bad," Lady Gisela said unsympathetically. "You'll have to wear it at all times."

Rayni groaned. Great. So there was no getting out of the curdleroot-apartment situation.

"You'll also have to make up a code name to hide your identity," Gisela continued. "Any ideas?"

"Glimmer," said Rayni. The word had been tugging at her mind since she and Gisela had glimmered off her balcony.

Gisela raised an eyebrow. "Glimmer, huh. Didn't think it would be so... girly. Well, Glimmer it is then." She led Glimmer down a hallway that opened out onto a room.

"This is the Neverseen common room. Meet your Neverseen-mates, Glimmer. But one last thing."

"What?" Glimmer asked.

"You have to promise two things: You agree about the problems our world is facing, and you'll find a way to pay me back for any kindness I show to you."

"I promise," Glimmer said, and Gisela stepped aside to let her into the common room.

@winterfireice@rayniiariaa@you-have-been-frizzled@official-kenralie-fanbase

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captainhowlreportingforduty · 2 years

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A summer’s day

((AN: My contribution for day 4 (Character Spotlight) of the lineage challenge! The character in the spotlight today is Forsythia Félice ferch Helyg, local Herbology nerd and pottery lover. Join her on her wedding day in June 1930!

And I do think there are some shoutouts due:

Thank you @magicallymalted for letting me mention your oc Noelle Brenton as the designated tailor for the wedding ensembles!

And Eli Fawcett of course belongs to the wonderful @carewyncromwell! I’m glad he could make it to the wedding!

Writing this piece was honestly so much fun I might consider writing a sequel.))

The sun was shining down on the meadow of the clearing, tinting everything in warm and soft light, on this day, the 11th of June 1930.

The wooden benches, decorated with flowers, were already packed with the few selected people, buzzing with excitement and anticipation.

The place were the brides would consume their marriage was framed by branches of soft pink, Myrtle flowers braided in between.

A path made of rose petals lead to the back of the meadow, towards two white tents, so the brides could get ready without seeing each other’s wedding gowns before the ceremony.

It was in one of these tents Forsythia was standing in front of a mirror, fixing some last details of her ensemble.

Her crème white wedding dress was reminiscent of a 1870s or 1880s gown, off the shoulders with puffed sleeves down to her elbows, continuing to be tightly fitted around her lower arms and ending in a v-shape on the back of her hands, fastened to her middle fingers.

The skirt was gathered up in the back, creating rippling folds resembling, pinned into place with pearl studded brooches. Forsythia had requested the train to be of medium length, long enough to have some dramatic flair, but short enough to not turn into a tripping hazard.

She had comissioned the dress in the shop “Debonaire Modiste” and the tailor, Noelle Brenton, had brought every aspect of Forsythia’s dream wedding dress to life. Noelle had even added her own creative input, which had made the dress only more magnificent.

Tamara, after hearing her fiancée’s high praises of the shop and its tailor, had chosen to go to “Debonair Modiste” for her wedding ensemble as well.

Forsythia couldn’t wait to see her in it.

Humming along to a tube stick into her head that sounded suspiciously like a bridal march, she fastened teal shaped pearl earrings to her ears.

The dress had been Forsythia’s 'something new', the pearl earrings together with the matching pearl necklace around her neck her 'something old', a family heirloom gifted to her on her 17th birthday.

'Something borrowed' was the pin on her dress, curtesy of Esha. Forsythia has briefly wondered whether it could still be considered as 'borrowed' and not as 'gifted' if Esha would most likely never see the pin again, but had soon pushed the thought aside. She was too busy wrapping her head around the fact that she was actually getting married.

Besides, Esha had borrowed her the comb fastening her veil to her neatly pulled back red hair as well, so she had another 'something borrowed', just in case.

For 'something blue', she had chosen some blue ribbons to keep her knee high stockings from falling down to her ankles, and the sixpence in her heeled white shoe was barely noticeable.

Fulfilling the 'something' tradition had been Tamara’s wish, the only tradition she had requested while the rest of the wedding would follow the Welsh traditions Forsythia was used and accustomed to.

She gave herself one last once over in the mirror.

The dress sat perfectly, as did the jewellery. Not a hair was out of place, Esha had made sure of that.

The bouquet, consisting of tiger lilies and, as per tradition, a fair share of Myrtle as well, was only waiting to be picked up by her.

Everything was as it should be.

And that’s when Forsythia started getting jittery.

Having nothing left to fix also meant having nothing left to distract herself with from the fact that she was about to get married to the love of her life.

Forsythia could feel her heartbeat increasing, could feel her heart pounding so hard as if it wanted to jump out of her chest.

Although it want because she was nervous or worried or, Merlin forbid, having second thoughts, no.

Forsythia was always side of what she was doing. It was always all or nothing with her, do or don’t. She would never do anything she wasn’t absolutely convinced of.

This meant she didn’t need to distract herself from worries, but from the urge of jumping out of the tent to grab Tamara and get married then and there, forget traditions and ceremonies.

Forsythia took some deep breaths, walking up and down the tent.

It won’t be long now. Surely, she could get it together for another thirty minutes, five or take.

Unconsciously raising her hand to her mouth, she somehow managed to stop herself from chewing on her nails. Esha had been pretty adamant about that after finishing Forsythia’s manicure.

Maybe taking a look at who of the guests had shown up in the end would make time fo by faster.

Carefully, Forsythia parted the fabric of the tent just enough so she could see the guests, but the guests couldn’t see her.

Tamara and her had decided on a small ceremony, so it was easy for her to know exactly if everyone had managed to make an appearance.

There were some Auror friends of Tamara, Frederic, Helen, Grant and Milena, chatting amongst their small group.

Friends of within the werewolf community, Jocelyn and Pamela, who were deep in conversation with Mrs Brooke, the friendly elderly neighbour living across the street of Forsythia’s and Tamara’s cottage.

The Millers and the Hansens were there as well, their children the designated flower boys and girls for the big day.

Said children were currently running around the clearing, only not tripping over anything by some divine miracle.

Originally, they hadn’t planned to have flower children. But the Miller and the Hansen kids loved to help Forsythia in the garden, and once they had heard of the wedding all five of them had begged her to include them as flower children.

They had been to sweet to refuse, and neither Forsythia nor Tamara regretted this spontaneous decision.

As Forsythia’s eyes fell to the first the Millers and Hansens were conversing with, she had to grind

Eli Fawcett had arrived the day before from America, bringing with him wild stories and a heap of good humour.

He had caused quite the stir throughout the small village.

Someone from America in small Gaitrellynpentre? A well-known actor nonetheless? And another wizard?

Young Timothy Hayfield had had a field day, since everyone had rushed to him with him being the only one in the village keeping up with Hollywood and American filmography.

Eli had soon established himself as a favourite of the village when he had managed to convince local piano hogger Jack Brown that other music genres than church chorals and hymns did exist. He had promptly demonstrated it by playing some Jazz tunes, and had immediately been promised a place at the piano for the wedding.

Thanks to Eli, no one would have to discuss with Jack what exactly qualifies as music one can dance to at a celebration, at least for this event.

Bless Jack, he just could not read a room for the life of him.

Forsythia chuckled to herself before moving on to check on the last guests.

There was her grandfather, Perseus Garrath ap Helyg.

In the Helyg family, weddings usually were the family event of the year. Basically every living relative would come, and the location was always sure to hold masses of people. Formal invitations were often unnecessary, the family kept so close tabs on each other they would usually just instinctively know when to show up.

The one to mess this up for everybody had, of course, been Oberon, Forsythia’s father.

Perseus was one out of two relatives who had shown up.

He had paid Forsythia a visit a week before the wedding, awkwardly asking if he was even welcome to join the wedding.

Forsythia had been hesitant at first, having barely seen him once or twice before in her life, with him moving to a beach in Cornwall before her birth.

But due to his respectful demeanour, his true regret that he hadn’t reached out to her sooner and the fact that he had called her father a “sorry excuse for a human being” and compared her mother to one of the stone figurines he kept in his garden, not in a positive way, Tamara and Forsythia had decided he was safe to join.

Her grand aunt Camilla was the second relative to show up.

Camilla was viewed as the Family elder, even though she was two years younger than her brother, Perseus.

As the elder, Camilla would be the one to officiate the wedding and had been the one to walk the brides to be through the preparations this past month.

She’d even gotten some family heirlooms that Forsythia knew for a fact were kept in her parents’ mansion, only around ten minutes from here.

She supposed that no one dared to to speak against the family elder, not even her mother. Well, she probably had, but apparently unsuccessfully.

Forsythia was still in luck, two family members were more than Tamara had attending the wedding.

Along the way, they had found their own families anyway.

As Forsythia mentally crossed the people in the crowd from the guest list, she found only three people to be missing.

Two of the absences could easily be explained, with Esha probably still helping Tamara get ready and her husband, Chetan, taking his job as a best man way too serious and trying to make sure everything was absolutely perfect.

This only left one person missing...

“Forsythia? I’m coming in now!”

She whipped around, letting go of the tent’s fabric to hide the fact that she had been spying on her guests.

It didn’t matter anyway, since it was just Chetan who was entering the tent.

He was dressed up as well, his black hair carefully parted, his glasses freshly polished, wearing a yellow dhoti kurta with a soft pattern.

His eyes moved to the still moving tent fabric. It would have been foolish of Forsythia to try and deny that she had checked to see if everyone had actually shown up. You don’t spend that many years being best friends with someone without somehow gaining the ability to read each other’s minds.

Chetan sighed. Okay, nevermind. Forsythia knew what was about to come, friendship telepathy and all. But Chetan definitely misread the situation.

“Esha is done with Tamara. Everyone’s ready. It won’t be long now. I don’t-“

He put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Forsythia, he’s not going to show up.”

He was giving her that soft look, that look that let her know that he bought she must be distraught, worried, secretly a mess inside. That that’s why she had spied on the guests, to look out for him.

That concern might have been valid a few years ago, but she had grown up since then, had learned since then.

Forsythia could deflect the subject, but while they were already at it...

“He will show up. Trust me. Je me sais. I just know it.”

Chetan looked at her like that again, eyes full of pity.

“Come on, he hasn’t shown up yet, and on the invitation it had said to be here half an hour ago. If your grand aunt wouldn’t have had to have some last minute talk with you, the ceremony would have already started. Without him.”

Forsythia just shrugged. For some reason, this argument didn’t faze her. She has this feeling deep down, that he would show up.

“He’s a Helyg. We live for the drama and always instinctively show up when we are needed. And I mean always. Toujours.”

Chetan sighed again, clearly regretting he brought up the subject.

“I’m sorry, Forsythia. I don’t want to upset you on your big day-“

“You didn’t. I am not getting upset over him anymore, Chetan. And just listen-“ she cut him off before he could say anything else.

“I’ve grown up. I’m not 18 anymore. So when I say that I know he will show up, it’s not the desperate and naive little girl from then believing he would defend her. Both of us have changed since then.”

Chetan was quiet for a moment.

“Alright. I trust you.”

Forsythia was about to thank him, when another person hushed into the tent.

“We’re ready now! As soon as Chetan is on his position, we can start the ceremony!”

It was Esha, coming to get her husband on his place as best man right at the front.

Her dark hair was braided over her shoulder and decorated with golden hair jewellery, matching the golden embroidery on her soft pink saree.

She shot her husband a look Forsythia couldn’t read.

“Have you asked her?”

Chetan shook his head.

“She said he’ll show up and I trust her. End of discussion.”

Chetan was the bestest friend ever. He kissed Forsythia on the cheek before leaving.

“Enjoy your big day, mon amie.”

Esha stayed behind, fixing some last loose strands of hair in Forsythia’s updo only she could see.

“You know...” she said quietly.

“Chetan obviously didn’t want to offer it, out of respect for your decision. But if you really want someone to walk you down the aisle, he could do it.”

So that was what that had been about. And of course. Chetan instinctively knew what was up with Forsythia, but Esha wasn’t quite as close to her as he was. She couldn’t know.

“I know, Esha. But it isn’t about needing someone to walk me down the aisle. I honestly planned to walk by myself, since my life is kind of missing any parental figures. And Chetan didn’t ask me because he knows that. He is no parental figure, he is more like a twin brother, honestly.”

Esha still didn’t seem convinced.

“Then why him?”

“It’s complicated. I doubt anyone would understand it. I don’t really understand it. It’s an offering of some kind, I think.”

Forsythia shrugged. “Honestly, you probably have to have grown up in that house to understand it.”

Esha let it slide, asking no further.

“Alright, darling. You’re ready. Don’t trip over the kids, they’re all over the place.”

Forsythia mimed a salute. “Yes, ma’am!”

Esha rolled her eyes at her. “Mock me all you want, but Chetan already nearly broke his ankle!”

And with that, Esha was out of the tent.

The chattering of the guests stopped, the tunes of a piano starting to play. It was the villages traditional wedding march, played by none other than Jack Brown himself.

Although Forsythia couldn’t exactly see what was happening, she knew what was going on from the test runs.

First, it was the flower children’s turn, strewing their petals and walking towards the altar where Camilla, Esha and Chetan were already waiting for the couple.

Next, Milena, the senior Auror who had helped Tamara into her job and was the only one in the Auror office knowing of her affliction with lycanthropy, would walk Tamara down the aisle.

And then, it would be Forsythia’s turn.

Bouquet in hand, she took some last deep breaths. This wasn’t the day to repeat some of the stunts she had pulled at the Gryffindor table during her Hogwarts years, spilling ink and tea on accident. She mentally congratulated herself for not going all the way with the length of the train on her dress.

The children’s footsteps had vanished. Right about now, Tamara and Milena must be making their way down the aisle.

And even though Forsythia’s turn was getting closer and closer and he still hadn’t shown up, a weird kind of calm came over her.

The kind of calm you had when you knew that everything would work out.

It all seemed so simple to Forsythia in this moment. She loved Tamara, Tamara loved her.

And wasn’t that all there was to know? Wasn’t that everything? Wasn’t that the hill she would die on, time and time again?

It was her turn to walk now. Any moment. He wasn’t there. He would show up.

The music changed. The tent fabric rustled in the breeze. Distracted by the music, Forsythia didn’t notice the new presence at first.

“Am I late?”

To her right, a man had appeared. He was dressed in dark tailored pants, an equally tailored waistcoat, a white shirt underneath, a soft pink neckerchief being the only pop of colour. His dark hair was slicked back. He had a yellow flower pinned to his waistcoat. Forsythia.

Forsythia greeted him with a warm smile.

“Only fashionably.”

Aquila looked at her, grey eyes all soft and warm like she hadn’t seen them in years.

“Well then, I’m glad I arrived on time for once.”

And it meant so much more than just him saying he was glad he wasn’t too late. There was so much behind the words only Forsythia and Aquila could see.

It was a sorry, an extended apology, a peace offering. It was everything and more.

They didn’t hug, they never did.

Aquila extended his left arm.

“Shall we?”

Forsythia hooked her right arm under.

“We shall.”

Together, they made their way out of the tent.

And there they were, on the petal covered path towards the altar.

Fairy light floating about gave the clearing a whimsical look, the smell of roses in the air only adding

to the atmosphere. Birds were chirping, the piano playing softly in the background.

Forsythia grinned so hard it hurt, so hard her cheeks must surely fall off. She tightened her hold on Aquila’s arm, looking around the clearing at the people she called home.

Frederic, Helen and Grant, smiling and squeezing each other’s hands. Tamara’s work family, who had come over for tea with the wildest stories far more often than Forsythia could count.

Jocelyn and Pamela, holding onto each other in happiness, tears in their eyes.

They had been there from the beginning, when Forsythia had been anonymously interviewing werewolves for the registry, their identity only known to her.

One thing they had always told her was that werewolves could never expect to have a happy fairytale ending, not in this society.

One thing Tamara had always said was that she would prove them all wrong.

And now they all were here, at Tamara’s wedding, her happy ever after. Maybe Jocelyn and Pamela would dare to dream after all.

Mrs Brooke, their neighbour, who had shown up on their doorstep the day Forsythia and Tamara had moved into their cottage, when they hadn’t been in a relationship yet.

Mrs Brooke has pushed a homemade pie as a welcoming gift into Tamara’s arms and had turned her into a spluttering mess when she had inquired whether they were newlyweds.

The day they had told Mrs Brooke they were finally together, she had huffed out a “Took you long enough” and insisted to take them to the dance event in Ffion’s tavern since “happy relationships are built on dancing.” It had become a tradition for the couple ever since.

Now, Mrs Brooke was sitting here on their wedding day, nodding in approval.

Not only at her, Forsythia realised, but at Aquila as well. Of course she must know what had happened between them, it was a small village after all.

The Millers and the Hansens, who had shown them nothing but kindness and support, and their sweet children, who jumped at every opportunity to be near them.

Holly Miller, the youngest one, who was currently trying to eat the petals out of her basket, even called them “Aunt ‘ia” and “Aunt ‘mara.”

Eli Fawcett, a friend by chance, who was now giving her a not-so-subtle thumbs up.

They hadn’t crossed paths at Hogwarts, but fate had decided they deserved to meet anyways, across the sea in America.

If years ago, someone had said Forsythia would befriend a wizard acting in Muggle pictures in America, honestly everyone would have agreed. If someone did that, it would probably be Forsythia.

And she did. She found someone to have fun with, someone who loved music as she did, someone to introduce her to the world of the Muggle’s moving pictures. Someone who didn’t ask about past or family, because he understood.

And someone who would make sure that the celebration later on would be filled with laughter and good music.

Perseus, her grandfather, who has seen her for maybe the fifth time in their lives today, but was bawling like a baby as he saw her waking down the aisle, her brother by her side, nonetheless.

He looked at her with pride in his old eyes filled with tears, and it was enough.

Camilla, the family hermit, who regarded her with goodwill. Who had supported her and Tamara in this decision, who had shown up just for them.

Esha, standing up front, tightly grasping Chetan’s arm.

Esha, her first female friend.

Esha, who had made her hate Quidditch slightly less.

Esha, always ready to defend any of the people near and dear to her, and Forsythia could count herself lucky enough to be among them.

Esha, who had, upon hearing what had happened the night Forsythia had run away, asked, dead serious, if she should get out her Beater’s Bat and knock some sense into her so called family.

Chetan now right next to her, crying just a bit, her first and best friend.

Chetan, who had helped her with her English and told her of the muggle world, showing her new perspectives.

Chetan, who had become something of a twin brother to her, whom she had to to be a wingwoman for for over a year before he got the girl.

Chetan, who had given the shovel talk to Tamara when she had gotten together with Forsythia, but had burst into laughter halfway through because that’s who he was.

Chetan, who had let Forsythia live with him when she had nowhere else to go. And that’s why he was the Best Man. Not just at this wedding, but in general.

Aquila at her side now, who loves her and whom she loved.

Aquila, who could never stand up to anyone, especially when it mattered, but who today had somehow made it past their parents.

Aquila, who had failed her then but then didn’t fully cave. Who had kept in contact, wrote cards, sent presents, accepted Tamara.

Aquila, who had tried in the end.

Would it ever redeem him fully? Probably not.

But he had shown up, like Forsythia knew he would, and that had to count for something.

They had arrived at the altar. Aquila kissed her on the forehead, taking her bouquet for the ceremony, before turning to he side to watch.

And there she was. Framed by pink roses. Tamara Ua Addams. The love of Forsythia’s life.

She was dressed in a perfectly tailored greyish suit, adorned with white pearls. Something new.

A brooch pinned to the suit, holding a singular pink rose. Something old.

A bejewelled hair comb holding strand of her short, curly brownish-grey hair out of her face, showing off her deep brown eyes. A clip Forsythia recognised to be Milena’s. Something borrowed.

A soft blue neckerchief around her neck, a pop of colour in the greyish ensemble. Something blue.

And Forsythia just knew for a fact there had to be a sixpence in one of her shoes.

Standing before her like that, Tamara was the most beautiful thing on earth Forsythia had ever seen.

She didn’t know what else she could do but smile. Tamara smiles right back.

“Hey.” Tamara whispered at her, breathless.

“Hey. You look really pretty.”

“You too.”

They giggled. It was as if someone had catapulted them back in time, to the shy beginnings of their relationship.

They were both so caught up in each other, they barely noticed Camilla’s speech.

“We are gathered her today to celebrate the bonding of these two souls. Forsythia Félice ferch Helyg and Tamara Ua Addams have decided to join each other in this journey we call life. In sickness and in health, in gain and in loss, through springs and winters.”

They had agreed to have the majority of the ceremony in English. Tamara may have picked up on Welsh pretty quickly, but they had a lot of guests who didn’t speak the language.

“Forsythia, Tamara. Let us join your hands in marriage.”

Without breaking eye contact, the women extended their right hands, holding them out in front of Camilla, who held two matching rings in her hand.

The rings both resembled a willow branch, a thin golden spiral with small golden leaves attached to it.

“Tamara, will you take Forsythia as your partner for now and forever?”

Tamara nodded.

“I will.”

Her voice was steady, her eyes never leaving Forsythia’s face. Camilla slipped a ring on the ring finger of her right hand before turning to Forsythia.

“Forsythia, will you take Tamara as your partner, for now and forever?”

Forsythia smiled. She’d love nothing more.

“I will.”, she whispered. Camilla slipped a ring onto her finger as well.

“You May now join your hands.”

Tamara’s hand was warm anc calloused from years of hard work, a familiar touch to Forsythia.

“The braid, please.”

Chetan passed Camilla a bundle of green satin, embroidered with golden branches.

Camilla unfolded the satin to reveal a long braid of reddish hair. An artefact that had been in the family for centuries, had seen all the weddings.

Camilla carefully wrapped the braid around their joined hands, laying her hands on top of it.

“Yr wyf fi, Donna, blaenor helyg y tŷ, yn galw at fy hynafiaid i fendithio yr undeb hwn. Rhoddwch hapusrwydd a ffyniant, amynedd a dealltwriaeth i’r ddau eniad hyn ar gyfer en taith gyda’ i gilydd.”

During the blessing, the braid had started to softly glow beneath Camilla’s hands. And when she removed it, a turquoise ribbon had appeared, tying Forsythia’s and Tamara’s right hands together.

It was done. Forsythia knew that somewhere in the Willow Manor, inside a heavy chest, a new addition to the family tree had been made. Tamara’s name would now be written right next to hers. The thought alone made a thousand butterflies whirl through her stomach.

Camilla put her hands on Tamara’s shoulders, formally introducing the new addition to the present family members.

“Garrath, Pryderi. Rwy’n cyflwynt’r aelod mwyaf newydd o’n teulu.”

After the introduction the old woman retracted her hands to regard the newlywed couple with a warm smile.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

And when Tamara lurched forward to dip Forsythia into a deep kiss, one hand on her back, the other still joined to Forsythia’s, time seemed to freeze, everything stuck in that one perfect moment.

#lineage challenge #forsythia ferch helyg #chetan acharya #esha acharya #tamara ua addams #Aquila ap helyg #perseus ap helyg #camilla ferch helyg #noelle brenton #eli fawcett #other people’s ocs #fbawtft #my writing

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ryttu3k · 1 year

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Ilias: "From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Theresa, code name: Been There, Done That. Myca is Currently Doing That. Esha is It Happened Once In A Dream. The Dracon, code name: If I Had To Pick A Methuselah. The Keeper is... Eagle Two."

The Keeper: "Oh thank god."

The Library coterie is going to have a fun dynamic.

#this is for the tremere myca au #theresa kymena is a canon character who myca adopted as their childe #just approaches ilias at one point and is like 'soooo i died a virgin' 'say no more!'#eshmunamash is canonically a brujah but is salubri here and is the dracon's lover #myca and the dracon have a casually intimate relationship #although it's more a fwb thing than romantic #and that continues even after myca meets ilias and the dracon meets esha #sometimes all four at once #everyone's all well aware of everything it's all good #so really the keeper is the only one ilias HASN'T slept with #and that's mostly because she's aroace #diversity win this library staff is a polycule with a vinculum and no less than three methuselah #ry writes stuff #tzinnamon roll

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esha-isboogara · 1 year

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goodbye kisses

i need some soft jason to cure my sadness. have this super short thing i wrote

“okay y/n i’m off for patrol. ill be back before midnight so don’t go to sleep”. jason called up from the bottom of the steps.

his heart warmed when he saw your figure at the landing mere seconds after his remark. “what about my kiss”? the pouty look on your face was just so cute.

“i gave you your goodbye kiss y/n. i have to go now, dick is gonna kill me if i’m late again”.

you huffed. “yeah…but without a second one i will die. you wouldn’t want me to die would you”?

jason couldn’t help but smile at your antics. you’re the reason he went out on patrol every night. he wanted to keep you safe. give you a good life away from this horrible city.

“alright fine”. jason chuckled and opened his arms. he could never say no to those eyes. “come ‘ere”.

suddenly energized you raced down the steps and jumped into his embrace. the warmth his body gave off was comforting.

“you better be carful tonight”. you spoke into his chest.if it was up to you he’d stay home all night with you doing couple things but he had a job and you knew how important it was.

“i’ll be so carful i’ll break the world record for ‘worlds safest man’ “.

it was your turn to softly chuckle at his comment. “i mean it jason todd. come home in one piece”.

placing you back on your feet he placed a quick kiss on your lips. “i always do, love you y/n”.

“i love you more jason”.

#yummy yummy emo boy #my sweet lil murder baby #red hood #red hood x reader #read hood fluff #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #fluff #fluffy blurb #fluffy dialogue #dc x reader #that’s all i have to say #esha writes

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chronic-boogara · 2 years

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𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜/𝚘 𝟷

i love the thought of big bad murder men being baby. and after all the angsty ones i need something to repair my heart. anyways enjoy some fluffy boys

find part 2 right here

jason vorhees

•oh he loves being treated like this! please don’t stop y/n. call him a good boy and help him clean his mask after a particularly brutal night.

•give the baby words of affirmation. hw loves it when you call him your good boy or praise him for doing something correctly. give him kisses and hugs are a reward

•you will never relplce the special place in jason’s heart that he has for pamela but he loves you almost as much. you have your own place in his still heart.

•it really reminds him of when he was a child and it gives him a bittersweet feeling. he’s just glad to have someone who cares for him like pamela did , it gives him that feeling of being human again.

•gets really scared during thunderstorms so you’ll have to hold him through the night. the loud noises make him jittery. it’s no different than every night, he loves to lay on your chest and relax.

•will come to you with injuries. he doesn’t really need you to fix it he just likes it better when you do it. kiss it better when you’re done of course.

•picks flowers and brings dead animals to you as gifts. you convince him to leave the animals outside but the flowers are a sweet gesture

•he feels safe enough to take his mask off around you ! he wants to feel it when you kiss his face

michael myers

•he starts out as cold and indifferent to the entire idea , but he cannot resist being held after a rough night

•wants nothing more than someone to care for him. his childhood wasn’t exactly easy so you being there for him and not resting him like a monster is honestly the best thing in the world for him

•loves it when you cook for him!! just small meals it doesn’t even need to be anything too fancy. the way to this man’s heart is through his stomach. and if you bake don’t plan on having it in the house very long because he will eat them all.

•since he has a major sweet tooth you will probably have to scold him when he has too much sugar

•”michael ! what did i say about eating the entire batch of cookies in one go ? you have to leave some for later or else you’ll get sick”.

•you’ll have to brush his hair and bathe him once in a while since he refuses to do so on his own. he will put up a fight at first but with enough convincing he’ll give in. your hands are so much more gentle than his , he just loves the feeling

•ask him to take off his mask and he will. not for long but he will do it for you. don’t touch him though , he doesn’t like that

•when he’s in a mood he will follow you around everywhere with your hand in his. it makes him feel important protecting someone

thomas hewitt

•yes yes yes. thomas is so into it , he will love you a million times more if that’s even possible

•having someone who will stand up to hoyt when he’s too scared to do so is such a plus. any time he tries to cut slick with thomas you butt in and air him out. ever since you’ve come around he’s a lot quieter

•touch his face please! he will lean into your touch just like a puppy. it’s a good way to get him to calm down after an episode

•he is such a sucker for praise. tell him his mask looks stunning or the patch work on the blankets is exquisite and his heart will just melt. having someone actually appreciate him is a welcome feeling

•doesn’t like to worry you with wounds and things so he will usually try to hide them away from you. when you find out he’ll feel so bad. seeing the worry in your eyes is heartbreaking.

•lays between your thighs a lot. it’s how he prefers to get comfortable before nap time.

•will do his best to make sure any of the harder chores do not go to you. he doesn’t want to see you work harder than you already do

bubba sawyer

•he needs a motherly touch in his life so of course he’s into it. living with a bunch of men can be hard sometimes

•picks lots of flowers for you and makes the cutest bouquets out of them. lots of gift giving (just like the other nonverbal slashers). he always feels so happy when he sees you wearing a necklace he made you

•makes you masks as well !!! don’t worry bubba won’t be offended if you don’t want to wear it , he gets that his lifestyle is not for everyone. but if you do happen to wear it oh my god he will melt.

•when he’s hurt you’re the first person he goes to. your hands are so much gentler than the ones of his or his brothers. just like jason he’s going to want you to kiss it better

•he finds your voice soothing. read to him during bed time or just talk. he loves hearing you ramble on about things you’re passionate about

•good night kisses are a must in this household.

vincent sinclair

•he is now putty in your hands. your wish is his command

•he’s going to want you to stay with him in his special space. he’ll show you his art throughout the day, sketch you and just sort of vibe with you. your presence is just calming for him it helps him stay in the right headspace

•little spoon! he loves it when you hold him in your arms. let him lay his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat and he’s happy

•he has a lot of trouble maintaining his hair some days so of course he’s going to ask you for help. wash it , comb it , braid it do whatever you’re want vince is happy either way

•compliment his art!!! he feels his heart burst with pride when you tell him how amazing his skills are.

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