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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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Hello!

Could I request some hc's for platonic Alastor and Reader where he treats Reader like a little sister?

Y E S! LET’S GOOOOOO! I LOVE ALASTOR! MY DEEREST— sorry. Sorry… I am so excited to finally have a Hazbin Hotel request. Thank you soooooo much, infinite amount of love and support to you, darling! Thank you!

Platonic! Alastor- Hopping Little Heart

“Al… can you just stop it”

You grumble out loud enough to be heard with sharp eyes glaring over your shoulder, annoyed by the constant babying and half-condescending treatment the Radio Demon himself gives you

Alastor, ever since he met you and managed to trick you into giving up your soul to him, treats you like you’re a child under his care. Like you’re an incompetent incapable little girl that he has to take care of as your older brother. It’s annoying, you’re 25 and been in Hell since 1985. Yeah, he’s 33 and been in Hell since 1933 but still. These whole behaviours of his is driving you more crazy than you already are

“Hmm… Let me think over it… I don’t think I will stop brushing your hair, my dear” Alastor hums out in a snarky yet dapper fashion, his transatlantic-accented voice echoey and menacing with the usual radio lace as he continues to brush your hair humming out a old-timey tune under his breath, long sharp fingers holding nice silky strands over his palm. You’re getting ready for a special party Princess Charlie Morningstar is arranging as a celebration for the first client, Sir Pentious, being redeemed. Here is Alastor behaving like you can’t doll yourself up on your own

Sometimes, you seriously think Alastor views you as an eight year old and he’s adopted you as to act like your surrogate older brother-caretaker. He’s overprotective, he shoves you away from arguments as to ‘protect your little ears’, he is quite favouritistic over you that it’s obvious, he gives you all kinds of cute gifts, he lets you touch him when nobody else can. As compared to how he treats Husk and Niffty, the overpowered Overlord treats you much more civil. He does act like a clingy loving boundary-stepping brother, it’s weird…

Even Charlie notices it but nobody really wants to point out, other than Vaggie, how weird it is to see Alastor baby and babytalk you in the Hotel Lobby, with no shame, like you’re five years old. Who would ever think a narcissistic, violent but yet charismatic demon like Alastor could express genuine affection to anybody else? Alastor, in a rather impressively fast pace, ties up your hair in a cute fluffy bun for this upcoming party. As if he’s tied up women’s hair many times over

How about himself? Will he attend this party? No but he’ll go to watch over you, that’s it. He isn’t going to participate in the event, he isn’t on the side of redemption. He’s here for his own amusement and he especially isn’t a fan of get-togethers, even if he behaves and dresses like he attends the most lavish rich parties all the time. He isn’t much of a party man and he just wants to make sure his surrogate little sister isn’t being creeped on

“Look at that, darling. Simple magnificent” You can’t help but roll your eyes at Alastor’s half-praise whilst putting in a nice pair of diamond earrings, himself readjusting your dress so it’s comfortably hugging your body. Hearing the Radio Demon speak in usual half-talking down, babying manner to you, he always does it. On his end, he was admiring how pretty you look when he finished fixing you up. You’re the most pretty girl in this shitty Hotel and he’d love to rub into Vaggie’s face, he is still very annoyed at the Hotel Manager insulting his relationship with you. However, this is too risky, getting into a fight with Vaggie at the party will cause his murderous itch bubble over

And he doesn’t want to be violent or monstrous around his little sister

“Thank you, Al… you know, you can go now. I can walk to the Lobby on my own, I am not five” You’re not very good at expressing your desire for space with this demon, nobody has the confidence to tell Alastor what to do or to fuck off, and Alastor himself has absolutely no grasp on personal space so even when you spell it out for him, he just ignores it. Picking you up from your chair in front of the makeup mirror with zero effort and placing you down before him

All ready, pampered and sparkly to a degree he thought you were outshining the Hotel room’s light, Alastor’s wide sharp toothy grin almost feels less of power and dominance, and more genuine and prideful over… what? Over you?

“My dear. I can’t just let such a precious princess go out there all on her own. Allow me to escort you, as a family member. It’s the least a brother can do” Your suspicions over this Overlord’s intentions towards his brotherly-like affections to you has been confirmed. He does view you as a little sister and whilst his treatment of you, though trying his best to be affectionate and caring that comes off as belittling and bothersome, he doesn’t just view you as another soul to be exploited as to serve him and the Hotel he’s investing in

It’s kinda flattering and you just think for a bit whilst Alastor offers out his arm for you with patient silence and his grin never dying out, blood red eyes still locked on you like a proud older brother. Maybe, you’ve been a bit too harsh to this possibly really lonely deer-featured sinner. Maybe, you can just give him a chance and let this whole surrogate older brother-younger sister bond he is trying to develop with you actually blossom

“Careful of your heels. Don’t want you slipping on the floor. Niffty just waxed them”

A/N: Lmao. Fuck, didn’t read the HCs until after I finished writing. Sorry, hope this is okay!

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roosterforme · 4 days

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Covering the Classics Part 8 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Now that Anna knows what Bob's hands feel like when he's holding her close, she doesn't know how to stop herself from going back for more. But she's unwilling to even humor Bob when it comes to what he wants the most.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, masturbation, eventually 18+

Length: 5300 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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"I'm waiting for you to thank me."

Bob looked up to see Nat in front of him with a little smirk painted on her lips. He'd been spending the last twenty minutes trying to act normal, something he forgot how to do after Anna kissed him in the kitchen. Because it wasn't just a kiss, it was everything. It felt like she really wanted him.

"Thank you for what?" he asked cautiously.

Nat laughed heartily like he'd just told a very amusing joke. "For pushing you and Anna together. Bradley told me the situation, and that woman was jealous of me touching you. Her face was all pinched, and her lips were pressed into a tight line. Jealous. She wants you. And my god, she's hot. What the fuck do they do at San Diego State? Only interview you if you've got your PhD and a modeling contract?"

Bob knew he was blushing, and he was happy she wasn't calling him out on it. His friends were all talking about him and Anna behind his back at this point, trying to figure out what was going on. "We kind of just made out in the kitchen," he muttered, glancing across the yard at Anna who was talking to Jess and still holding the can of ginger ale he gave her.

"Yes!" Nat said with absolutely no subtlety, slapping Bob's shoulder. "Oh fuck, the two of you will have the cutest kids! Freckles and strawberry blonde hair!"

He had to close his eyes against the idea of it, willing the flush in his cheeks to subside. When he opened them again, Anna was looking right at him. Her gaze was a little unsure, and he was starting to get afraid she wouldn't let him drive her home later. But he wanted to walk her up to her door. He had been thinking about it since the very first time he drove her home.

"It's not like we're together or anything," he muttered.

"Yet," Nat told him, looking so certain. "Not yet."

It was getting late, the sun dipping lower in the sky. The temperatures would start cooling down once it was dark, and Anna was only wearing shorts. Bob's eyes easily found those freckles on her thighs once again. Her skin looked so damn soft. He wondered if he would feel goosebumps beneath his fingers if he traced that pretty pattern, gently connecting her freckles with an imaginary line. He had to swallow hard as she started heading his way.

Nat squeezed his wrist and muttered something about work, and then she vanished into the house. With Anna standing right in front of him, Bob wished he could just lean in and kiss her the way Jake always did with Jess, and the way Bradley always did with his wife. He wanted it. With Anna.

"I'm getting a little chilly," she told him. "I guess I overestimated how warm autumn was going to be in San Diego. It's still better than New Jersey though." She was talking to him like she hadn't been rubbing the front of those little shorts against the fly of his jeans barely an hour ago, and now he was sweating.

"You should wear jeans next time," he replied before realizing how stupid he sounded. "Not that you should be covering your legs or anything like that! You have very nice legs. Nice freckles? I just don't want you to be cold."

He cradled his forehead in his hand while Anna laughed softly. "I'll wear jeans next time. Do you think you could give me a ride home soon?"

"Sure," he promised immediately. "Absolutely."

"Great." Then she turned, and Bob heard her saying goodbye to Jessica. Why was he so awkward? Why was that exchange so weird? How was he supposed to make Anna want to kiss him again when he could barely string two normal sentences together?

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Anna was trying to make a quick getaway, craving another few minutes alone with Bob. His truck was cozy, and she knew it would feel warm. His voice was sexy, and so was the way he moved. She wanted to kiss him again, even though she knew it was a terrible idea.

"Take some leftovers!"

"No, I'm fine," Anna told the hosts as Bradley tried to talk her into taking some of the extra burgers home. "But thank you." She was terrified that Jess may have said something about how sad Anna's lunches were; she had been doing her best to hide her current financial state from her friends, but she must have slipped up somehow.

"Well, will you come over for dinner one night? I love cooking for Sugar, but I always end up making way too much food."

Anna looked down at her feet. "Sure. I could do that. Jake invited me over there, too. I know he always cooks for Jess."

"Okay," Bradley said, his voice a little rough and his face annoyed when Anna looked up. "I'm a lot better at cooking than Jake is, first of all. Second of all, why don't you have dinner at his lame ass condo, and then let me know what he cooked. Then I'll cook a much better version of it for you and Sugar one night."

She was trying not to laugh; she knew they were competitive, but she didn't know it was quite this bad. "That sounds great, Bradley. Thanks for inviting me over today."

He just waved her off. "You're always welcome. You're one of us." He said it so casually before he started scraping the grill and cleaning it up, Anna just stared at the pattern of his tie dye shirt for a few seconds. He considered her part of this group now? This ridiculously cool friend group? If she thought about it for too long, she knew she would start crying.

"Thanks," she whispered, turning and running directly into Bob's solid chest.

When she looked up at him as her fingers grazed along his shirt, he asked, "You ready to head out?"

"Yeah." Anna felt the slight pressure of Bob's hand at her lower back, guiding her toward the door.

"After you," he said softly.

Anna had to walk inside the house and past Natasha, who she had clearly embarrassed herself in front of before. But the brunette just waved goodbye like she was completely unfazed by the events from earlier. Like it was totally normal for Bob and Anna to be together, heading out front to his truck as the setting sunset turned the sky orange.

Bob pulled the door open and helped her into his truck, and Anna thought maybe it was okay for this to be normal? To get a ride home from Bob after kissing him in her friend's kitchen? To have a painfully unrelenting crush on him that made her feel like perhaps love was a choice that you made for yourself?

She watched him walk around the font of the truck, his glasses catching the last rays of sunlight as the streetlights started to warm up. He was beautiful. He climbed into the truck gracefully and looked at her bashfully. She was the reason he wasn't more confident right now; she knew it, and she was annoyed with herself for it.

He cleared his throat quietly and said, "Before I forget, I have your copy of Papillon." Then he reached for the glovebox, his knuckles brushing her bare knee. "Sorry," he whispered, pulling his hand away immediately.

Anna's heart was in her throat. How was she supposed to tell him that she liked it when he touched her, even by accident. He reached for the glovebox again, this time making sure his movements kept him clear of her leg. "It's okay," she told him, breathing deep. "I didn't mind it."

The only answer she got was Bob carefully handing her worn out book back to her. There was another little note folded up inside which made her remember she never read the one that was in Wuthering Heights before she left it in her office at work. He started the engine. The drive back to her place was too long, and too short at the same time. She was surprised to find that he was heading in the right direction without a reminder about her address. As the sky darkened, Anna tried to listen to the music playing on the radio, but all she could really hear was the sound of her own heart pounding.

When Bob parked the truck in front of her building, she watched him squeeze the steering wheel with both hands while he stared out the windshield. "Anna...when you say you didn't mind it when I touched you...what does that mean? And what happened back at the cookout? Am I allowed to kiss you now? Or am I supposed to just figure out how to get over you?"

She fumbled with her seatbelt, heart thundering at the sound of his unsure voice. She wanted to ask him why he even liked her, because she had literally nothing to offer someone like Bob Floyd. But instead she said, "I meant I like it when you touch me. Even if it's by accident."

He turned to look at her, and when he saw she was crawling across the seat, his eyes went wide, and his hands slid from the steering wheel. "Anna." He inhaled a sharp breath when she planted one hand between his thighs, brushing his jeans with her fingers. She couldn't stand him thinking she didn't want him for another second. He was all she wanted. Somehow moving to San Diego got her some actual friends and a job she liked, and now a decent man with only green flags was into her, and she just couldn't make him think she felt otherwise. Even if they couldn't be together.

Bob's hands were planted on the seat at his sides, and he wasn't moving an inch as Anna straddled his legs. It was dark out, but she could see his gaze dip down to her cleavage before he met her eyes. When he spoke, his voice was deep with need. "Is it okay if I touch you now?"

"Please."

Anna's little cry of delight echoed through the cab of the truck as soon as Bob's hands settled on her bare thighs. His touch was light yet intentional, and it just left her wanting more. He was running his thumb along the frayed edge of her denim shorts, teasing her as he whispered, "I want to kiss you."

She didn't answer. Instead she reached for him, letting her fingers sink into his silky hair, leaning closer until her lips met his again. The kisses in the kitchen had been a little frantic, forcing her to get over the fact that Bob didn't want Natasha. He wanted Anna. But this was something different. Languid and slow. Needy yet decisive. She wanted to touch the rough stubble of his cheek, so she did. She wanted to feel his bottom lip tugged gently between hers, so she did. Then she parted her lips and tasted him.

The scrape of her nails along his jaw had his fingers sliding up inside the bottom of her shorts, and she wished she wasn't wearing them at all. She wanted to know the feel of his hands everywhere. "Anna," he murmured against her lips. She tugged on his hair and kissed him a little rougher, but she gasped and gave up control as soon as his big hands found their way over her shorts to her hips and yanked her snug against him. There was no more polite distance. No more breathing room. Just his hard body pressed to her soft one.

Bob's glasses were cool against her cheek, keeping her grounded as his fingers met the skin of her lower back while he tasted her tongue. His touch tickled her, and she rolled her hips forward, earning a grunt of pleasure from him. "Please," Anna whined, like it was the only word she even knew. Then her mouth was back on his. Bob's fingers traveled an inch higher, and she ground against him, but this time he broke the kiss.

When he tipped his head back, he looked bashful in the glow from the streetlights. She could feel him. He was getting hard for her, and it was delicious. Her brain supplied every suggestive line of poetry it had ever absorbed in her lifetime, and all she wanted was to make him get harder.

She was ready to start unzipping his jeans when he eased his hands away from her body and whispered, "Will you let me walk you to your door? I've been wanting to do that for weeks."

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It was slow going, trying to get to Anna's apartment door. They kept stopping to kiss, even going so far as to end up with her body pinned between his and the wall in the stairwell. Her soft laughter as he kissed the side of her neck echoed through the enclosed space, and then she said his name.

"Bob."

Actually, it was more like a whine, and it reverberated off of the walls beautifully. "Yes, Anna?" he whispered, letting her lace their fingers together. He wanted to do this all the time. He wanted to be her boyfriend.

She just made a strangled sound as he kissed as many of her freckles as he could get his lips on before pulling her away from the wall. Then they finally made it upstairs to her door. If she invited him inside, he wasn't sure what she would expect. As much as he was ready to skip all of the pleasantries, he knew he needed to do this just right.

"Oh," she whispered, seemingly to herself as she unlocked her door. But she didn't turn the knob as she looked back at him over her shoulder. Her pretty brown eyes flashed with concern, so he took a step away, but then she just looked sad.

"Everything okay?" he asked. She nodded. "Will I get to see you this week? I'd love to buy you a ginger ale at the Hard Deck. Or Chippy's."

She bit her lip before abandoning the door and wrapping her arms around his neck. She was all rough kisses on her tiptoes, and Bob was ready to turn the knob, head inside and deal with the consequences later. But she ran her tongue along his bottom lip before pulling away from him just as quickly. "I need to...I'll see you later, Bob."

In a flash, she squeezed herself in through the smallest gap imaginable, and then she gently closed her apartment door behind her. Bob stood there for a minute, his cock still half hard in his jeans as he stared at the spot where Anna had just been standing. She was giving him whiplash at this point, but maybe he sort of liked that kind of thing.

He quickly adjusted himself in his jeans before heading back downstairs and out into the cool night. He was going to have to ask Jake or Bradley how long he needed to wait before asking Anna out. They would know what to do. And he had Nat back now as well. He had enough resources that he would figure it out.

But the next day after work, they all seemed to make everything more confusing for him.

"So did you finally fuck her then?" Bradley asked casually as he put deodorant on in the locker room.

"Well, no," Bob muttered. "We just made out for a bit."

"Kids these days," Bradley muttered, shaking his head. "Well, did you at least thank Nat? For coming to your rescue?"

Bob sighed, knowing this man was going to be no help after all. "I already talked to Nat," Bob replied as they walked out of the locker room.

Of course Natasha was in the hallway and did a double take. "Did I just hear my name? I've been so popular since I got home yesterday." Her smile slipped into a look of excitement. "Did you fuck the redhead?"

Bob cradled his forehead in his hand. "Her name is Anna. And no, because I'm actually trying to date her."

"Why not both?" Nat asked, leading the way out to the parking lot. "Give that girl what she so desperately wants."

Bob was scared Anna was going to pull away again. He hadn't heard from her at all since last night when she disappeared into her apartment. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be texting her or not today. It was like he was living in a choose your own adventure story, but somehow none of the options were correct.

He turned right toward his truck while Bradley and Nat both turned left, but then he realized that Jake had parked next to him and was already in his own truck talking on the phone. Bob tried to sneak past, but Jake put his window down and said, "Jess wants to know what's up with you and Anna."

"Is she on the phone?" Bob asked, tossing his bag into his own truck.

"Hi!" came Jessica's voice through Jake's bluetooth. "What did you do to Anna? She was practically singing when she showed up at lunch today."

Bob immediately scrambled toward Jake's truck and stuck his head in the window. "She was?"

"Yes. And she was having a hard time paying attention. You know how she gets when her head is in the clouds."

Jake met Bob's wide eyed gaze and smiled. "You should go to her office hours," the other man drawled. "That's like a green light for fucking on her desk."

"Hey!" Jessica complained through the phone while Bob grimaced. "Jake, keep your mouth shut about it. But yes, Bob, you should go to her office hours. She'd probably really like that. It shows you're thinking about her."

Well Bob was almost never not thinking about Anna, so maybe it wasn't a bad idea. "Take her some flowers," Jake added. "Seriously, man, she'll be handing you her panties within a minute."

"Hey!" came Jessica's voice again, and this time Bob ducked into his own truck, not wanting to hear any more of that conversation.

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Monday was a bit of a blur. The first thing Anna did when she got to her office was grab her copy of Wuthering Heights from her shelf. The note she forgot to read from Bob made her smile right away.

This book made me feel like it's okay to be completely caught up in another person to the point where you forget where you are or what you're doing. Also, I'm going to think of you every time I see a dog eared page for the rest of my life.

She whimpered softly. There had been a similar, slightly more intimate note tucked inside Papillon when she checked it last night after she squeezed herself into her depressingly tiny apartment in embarrassment. She would never be able to invite Bob inside for anything. Not for a cup of tea, and not for a sleepover.

After that, Anna spent the entire night on Sunday reading her favorite poems and touching herself. Sky Writing seemed to have fallen in love, based on his new post. That idea wasn't surprising at all. Anna was convinced he was the perfect man, so it was just a matter of time. But the thing that did surprise her was the way he wrote about a certain woman with red hair. Late into the night, she was laying in her tiny bed with her fingers inside the font of her underwear, picturing Bob as she read the words to herself.

It was almost too much. Her lips were still a little bit puffy on Monday from all the making out, and she felt sated if only by her own touch. She knew Bob's beautiful hands would be so much better, and she was still thinking about them when she went to find her friends at lunchtime.

Tuesday wasn't much better. The only damper was that she hadn't heard a single word from Bob. Nothing. She hadn't texted him either, because what was she supposed to say? Hi, I think I could fall in love with you, but I'm not allowed. Can we still make out? That would be the worst idea in the world.

"She's got her head in the clouds again."

Anna blinked a few times and realized she was sitting by the weird tree with the warm sunlight on her face. Her uneaten sandwich was in her hand, hovering halfway to her mouth, and she had been staring off into the distance. "Sorry," she muttered, finally taking a bite. Her lunch didn't even seem as sad today as she thought about Bob's hands on her thighs.

"Can you blame her?" Jessica asked. "She kissed Bob."

"Not one bit," the other woman said with a grin, as if Anna wasn't even there. "He's a damn catch. Sweetest man ever."

Anna rolled her eyes and said, "As if you aren't married to the human equivalent of a golden retriever."

"Oh, so she is paying attention," Jessica said with a laugh. "We thought you'd blasted off for planet Bob with no return ticket."

"Your astrophysics jokes are the worst," the other woman said, and Jessica pretended to pout.

"Listen. All I know is that he's a great kisser, and that his hands fit really nicely right here," Anna said pointing to her back and her hips. Both women squealed in delight. "But I can't take things any further with him."

"Why not?" Jessica demanded. "The two of you have been playing this game since you met at the bookstore. And also since you met again at the Hard Deck."

Anna thought about Kevin and all of her money that she'd never see again. She thought about her manuscripts she'd put on hold to work three jobs. She thought about how she'd willingly given up Princeton for him.

"I don't want to drag him down to where I am," she whispered, running her finger along the condensation on her can of ginger ale. "I can't be in a relationship." That's all she wanted to say about Bob and Kevin right now, still too afraid to tell her friends everything. So she cleared her throat and asked, "What's with the cooking rivalry between Bradley and Jake? It's like an episode of Chopped." That seemed to open a very controversial can of worms, but at least the focus shifted away from her personal life.

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Bob didn't even know what kind of flowers were the right ones to get, and once again, everyone else gave him useless information.

"I rarely get flowers for Sugar. I usually just grab some good beers on my way to pick her up from school, and that's enough to seal the deal. Then I get to drink the beer I like while my hot wife goes dow-"

"We get the picture, Bradshaw," Jake said loudly. "Bob, just get some cheap flowers and save the money to make her dinner one night."

"Do not get her cheap flowers!" Natasha chimed in. "If the two of you weren't attractive looking," she said, pointing to Bradley and Jake, "Sugar and Jessica would have bailed before they bothered to uncover actual brain cells underneath the pretty hair." Both men looked startled before eventually nodding in agreement. "You need to get good flowers and plan to invite her for dinner. Not one or the other," Nat finished, pounding her fist into her other palm. "No wonder Bob never gets laid when I'm not around to straighten everything out."

"Can we not talk about that?" he mumbled, adjusting his glasses. "And it's not like I just want to...get laid. By just anybody."

"Yeah, yeah," Natasha said, tapping away on her phone. "You're a romantic. Go get her flowers like these ones."

Bob examined her screen when she held it up for him. He memorized the red and orange blooms the best he could, and soon they started to remind him of Anna's hair. "Got it," he told her, turning toward his truck before anyone else could tell him something that may or may not end up being useful. He'd get the flowers and then invite her over. He wasn't as good at cooking as Jake or Bradley, but he'd try anyway. He was mostly out of practice since he didn't have anyone to cook for, really, but they both offered to send him their favorite recipes.

The florist was nice and listened to him ramble about orange and red flowers for a minute before putting together something that was even prettier than he could have imagined. The sixty dollar price tag shocked him, but it didn't stop him from also grabbing a book from the front window of the shop next door. It was a new one he'd been wanting to read himself, not quite one of the classics that Anna seemed to favor, but he figured she wouldn't have read it yet. He'd let her borrow it and dog ear all the pages up, and then he'd read it and think about her the whole time.

But when he got to the San Diego State University campus, he sat in his truck and stared at the clock on his dashboard. It was 6:32. She had office hours until 7:00, so he really needed to head in there. Doubt was creeping in now, because they left things off at a weird place. He had no idea what Anna really wanted from him, if anything. If she told him no or hesitated today, he was going to have to start sorting out his feelings for her and dismantling them bit by bit.

It was 6:47 by the time he finally made his way through the academic building on his way to Anna's office. Several people turned and looked at him in his khaki uniform with the huge bouquet of flowers in his hand, and this would have been a lot less stressful if Anna was actually his girlfriend and not a woman he thought might never be that. When he reached the hallway that smelled like freshly baked bread, he found her small office right away where it was tucked back from the main walkway. The door was ajar, and he could hear her voice, so he stood there in the hallway a little awkwardly, trying to fight the urge to run back to his truck.

The door opened another inch, and Bob could see Anna's fingers and her burgundy painted nails peeking out as her voice got louder. "Here's a copy of the extra study guide. Don't forget there's a quiz on Monday. If you can ace that, then I think you'll be in better shape for the final. And try not to be too hard on yourself, Hemingway can be a bit of a challenge for anyone."

"Thanks, Dr. Webber."

The door opened all the way, and a young man filed out with a frown on his face, and then Anna was just standing there right in front of Bob. Her hair was in a loose braid, her lips had some sort of purple-ish gloss on them, and she was wearing some snug jeans and an SDSU sweatshirt. "Bob," she breathed, and it sounded like music. Her gaze raked over his uniform and the vibrant flowers before returning to his face, brown eyes more vulnerable than he ever thought they should be.

"Hi, Anna." He couldn't think of anything better to say as she backed up a step into her small office and nodded her head once for him to join her. After two of his long strides, Bob was practically bumping into her desk. Then she closed the door and leaned against it, hands tucked behind her back.

She cleared her throat, but her voice was still soft as she said, "You look nice in your uniform."

"Thanks," he replied automatically. She could have said anything, and he would have thanked her.

"Those are beautiful. Are they for me?" she whispered, eyes falling to the flowers again.

"Of course they are."

Bob watched her eyelashes brush her cheeks as her eyes fluttered closed. "You didn't have to do that. Flowers are so expensive."

"I got you a book, too," he said, sliding it out from behind the bouquet. Her eyes snapped open so she could read the title, and he said, "It's a new release, so I was hoping you didn't preorder it or anything."

Anna's cheeks were growing pinker by the second, making her freckles look more prominent. He was about to ask if she wanted to come over for dinner one night when she launched herself across the three feet of empty space, colliding softly with his body. Bob dropped the flowers and the book onto her desk just as she kissed him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

She kissed him like they did this all the time, and his hands went right to her waist where they fit perfectly. "Thank you," she murmured against his lips. "Nobody ever got me books before you."

The words before you echoed in his brain. He didn't want there to be an after. He wanted this to be the real deal where neither of them had to be in a relationship where they weren't constantly trading books back and forth with someone.

Anna kissed him until his glasses were crooked, and she raked her fingers through his hair until he was sure it was a mess. And somehow she ended up pushing him back until he was sitting on the edge of her desk with his long legs splayed apart. He knew he was in trouble; he could feel himself slipping already. She let her hands trail down the back of his neck, over his shoulders, and down the front of his shirt. She adjusted all of his pins and touched his name tag along the way as her lips barely brushed his. Her fingers moved so slowly, he thought maybe he could get himself under control, but it was no use. He was hard in his pants, and her exploratory hands weren't stopping.

"Anna."

All that did was make her kiss him harder again.

"Please."

All that did was have her pressing the font of her jeans to his khakis with a little gasp. Maybe the guys had been right about this kind of thing after all. Maybe visiting her during office hours was all it was going to take to get to the next level. Her fingers made it all the way down to his thighs, scraping along just inches from his erection, and Bob was afraid he was going to embarrass himself. He thought about icebergs and refrigerators and the Arctic Circle, but nothing alleviated the aching heat under his skin as Anna licked his lip and almost nudged the tip of his cock.

But then she said the most devastating sentence he could think of. "Bob, I really like you. But we're just friends, okay?" Then she kissed him again like she hadn't spoken something so harsh, and he thought maybe he imagined it. "Just really good friends who make out with each other."

"Fuck," he grunted, trying to get control even as his hands kneaded the bare skin of her lower back. "Anna." He swallowed hard and pulled his mouth away from hers, examining her wide eyes. Her teeth sank into her pouty bottom lip when he said, "I was going to invite you over for dinner later this week."

"As friends?" she whispered, her hands still planted on his thighs.

Bob nodded like an idiot, because once again, he was going to agree to anything she said right then. "Sure."

She kissed him softly and said, "Okay."

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But is it okay? Is it really? Next up, let's see how this dinner goes. We might need Nat to fully step in and take care of business again. Also, I love Bradley and Jake in this chapter so so so much! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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♡ " The side effect "

Suitor: William Rex x Kate (MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

CW: none!! Just fluff and chaos lol ♡

Prompt: Dressed in love

Note: My entry for @judejazza 's event!! I hope everyone likes this. Divider and header made by the lovely @natimiles <3

No one was expecting that the medicine Roger gave her would have this effect on her. He had first wanted to give it to Liam, but he wasn't present. Roger's second option was Ellis... who was also not in the castle.

It was something he had created himself. Roger had full faith that the medicine had the ability to heal a person quicker. A flu, migraine, anything else? You were gonna feel fine in no time (okay, somewhat of an exaggeration). That's when he heard that Kate was feeling unwell and... yes.

"Oh? Who is this beautiful young man...?" Kate's eyes were fixed on William as soon as he entered the infirmary.

He smiled at his lover and gave Roger a look.

"Ah, right. She will be fine in a day. Seems like I made a mistake with the medicine."

William nodded his head, the smile still on his face, and he went closer to Kate.

"Hello, Kate. How are you feeling?"

She giggled. "Great! Now that I have seen such a handsome guy. What's your name?"

He laughed, realizing that she was having troubling remembering him. Ah, it was somewhat sad. They were meant to go on a date but...

"William Rex at your service. So, Kate..."

Her big eyes were staring at him the entire time, and a goofy smile was on her face.

"Your eyes are telling me that you like me. Will you give me your time and spend the day with me?"

She gasped and quickly stood up, moving towards the stairs. "YES! What are you waiting for, pretty guy? Let's go! This feels like a dream - it must be - but I won't let my chance slip."

William laughed again and went after her. Roger cleared his throat. Well, that was interesting...

In the parlour:

Kate stared at everyone present in the room. Her face showed it clearly that she didn't remember any of them. Harrison and Liam were sitting and having a talk when they stopped to look at Kate.

"Woah, Katie! What happened?" Liam asked.

"Katie?" She asked, "You know me?"

"Will! What's wrong with her?" Liam looked crestfallen.

The red-eyed man laughed and shook his head. "She will be fine in a day, Liam. Don't worry."

Harrison chuckled. "You look like you are in a trance."

Kate nodded her head, suddenly very serious. "There are too many pretty boys here," she looked at William, "but I think you are the only one for me."

Harrison's eyes went wide, and Liam choked on his own spit.

"HUH?!" Liam let out.

"Damn... she's still in love with you despite her 'temporary case of amnesia'". Harry's voice was full of amusement.

William was biting back a laugh as he followed behind Kate, who was running towards the kitchen. She looked like a little child on a sugar rush.

In the kitchen:

"Oh! Pretty guy with long hair!" Her first instinct was to touch Victor's hair. The Queen's Aide was beaming at her.

"Aww! You flatter me, Miss Kate!"

William raised an eyebrow at his old friend, smile not faltering. "She's still mine, Victor."

"Aww, shucks. Kate you are just so cute!!! Would you like this fresh scone I made?"

"Ooooh! Yes, please."

And Kate was given a plate full of scones by Victor...

In the dining hall:

"Oh, hello, Kate!" Ellis warmly smiled at her. "Is there something wrong?"

"Ohhhh, pretty boy number four. I am fine. It's a weird medicine, and I think I have a memory loss, and I feel weird. But I am fine." She looked at Jude, "You look like a gang boss."

"Tch. Yeah, gon' make your ass go bankrupt."

"Haha, okay." Kate laughed.

Jude's brows were furrowed. He didn't even want to ask any questions.

"Come on, Will! Let's go outside!" She smiled at him. A smile that always had him weak.

"After you, my lady."

In the garden:

"You look really beautiful." Kate told Elbert.

"Oh... thank you. Al, am I beautiful?"

"Yes, of course... what kind of ideas are you having?"

"... nothing."

Kate took William's hand. "Hey... I am feeling dizzy."

He carried his lover to her room.

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"Hmm... I still don't remember much." She told him. "My heart starts beating super fast when I look at you, though."

"Hmm? Really?"

"Yes. You have such pretty eyes... your hair looks so smooth, and you smell divine. Hmm, Will?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Can I borrow your cape...? It's cold."

He laughed. "Of course."

It looked better on her than it did on him. William wondered how she would look if she wore his clothes. Hmm, adorable. But first, he had to make sure his lover would feel normal again.

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Sometimes I enjoy the thought of Graves being a big flirt because it amuses him to see the reactions to it (He flirts with Rudy because it annoys Alejandro. Rudy jokingly flirts back because he knows Graves doesn't mean anything by it. He also loves when Ale gets clingy after because the sex is fantastic), but when someone actually flirts back his brain just screeches to a halt because he has no idea how to respond when someone is actually interested in him.

Price's Man

Graves centric, NikGraves, PriceNik

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A lot of people would consider Graves to be a flirt. He always had some pick up line in his back pocket, ready to spring it on some randomly selected individual on 141 base. Graves normally avoided flirting with certain people, such as Ghost.

He didn't feel like getting stabbed over playful, harmless flirting.

Graves would also flirt with people that he knew would flirt back in the same joking manner. Such as Rodolfo Parra. Graves originally started flirting with him to piss off Alejandro, and he was delighted to discover that Rudy also wanted to piss him off. After several months of this, Graves felt like he had a weird bond with Rudy that was built on with harmless flirting and making Alejandro's face red with rage.

"Hey, cactus blossom. Still in bloom I see~"

Rudy snorts as Graves slides into the chair next to him. Rudy was nursing a cup of coffee while scrolling on his phone. Graves has noticed Rudy doesn't eat in the mess hall in the morning like everyone else and normally only comes in to get some coffee. Unlike Graves who grabs breakfast with everyone else.

"Alejandro is in a foul mood this morning, muñeco. Might wanna tone it down today."

"Oh? Still feeling it from last week?"

It wasn't a mystery what Alejandro did to keep Rudy's eyes on him. It was a big reason why Rudy continued to go along with Graves flirting.

"More like from last night."

"Don't remember seeing you yesterday."

"I might have mentioned you last night and it sent Ale into a... frenzy."

Graves laughs, "God, keep that up and he's going to have an interesting reaction hearing my name!"

Rudy snorts while sipping his coffee, lowering his mug to cover his mouth. Graves grins and takes a bite of french toast, noticing a man walk into the mess. He didn't recognize him and by this point Graves pretty much knew all the faces in 141.

"Who's that?"

Rudy looks over his shoulder, "Him? Nikolai, leader of Chimera. He's with 141 but flies out to deal with his own people."

Graves' eyes widened and stared, "Oh, boss man, huh?"

"As much as I love when you torment everyone with your flirtations, I recommend not trying with him. He's Price's man."

That did nothing to deter Graves. Price was one of Graves' favorites to fuck with, even if the man never had much of a reaction. Flirting with his partner sounds like nothing but a good time. Rudy notices Graves taking a swig of his orange juice, groaning when he sees the man stand.

"Phil, don't-"

"Just going to introduce myself!"

Rudy groans again, louder this time but Graves doesn't pay him any mind. Graves struts over to Nikolai, the man making two cups of coffee, one no doubt being for Price. For some reason Graves was very excited to 'introduce himself'. The man puts a lid on the travel cups and turns, surprised to see Graves.

"Ah, hello."

"Hey, handsome. Don't recall ever seeing you around here."

Nikolai's brows lift in surprise, "I also don't recall seeing you here before, either..."

"Ah, how rude of me. Must've forgotten my manners when I saw you across the room. Phillip Graves, CEO of Shadow Company."

Nikolai looks him up and down, a small smile on his lips. Graves took this as permission to keep going.

"You look like you like sweets."

"Oh?"

"You have a sweet face, have to be fueling it with something. Or is it natural?"

Graves loved trying to be as cringey as possible when flirting, all to get the best reactions out of people. But Nikolai wasn't looking annoyed by his flirting and actually looked very amused. The man set the cups of coffee down and smirks, Graves feeling his heart flutter at the sight.

"Not sweet myself, I have sweet enough company," Graves blinks as Nikolai leans forward, "I prefer them sweet. They need to taste good."

Graves' mind went blank, unable to say anything as Nikolai picked up the coffee cups and walked past him.

"Be seeing you around, Phillip."

Graves turns and watches Nikolai leave, unable to say anything. Graves stumbles back to where Rudy was sitting, dropping back into his seat and staring at his breakfast. He finally looks up and Rudy is staring at him with wide eyes full of disbelief. Neither said anything for a moment, both stunned by the experience. Finally, Graves’ clears his throat and picks up a strip of bacon.

“So, uh… What’s your plans for today?”

“We are not about to ignore what just happened.”

“Really? I am. I was going to head to the gun range and get some rounds in.”

“Phil-”

“Maybe head to the auto shop. Heard one of the Challengers got fucked up and no one can figure out what’s wrong with it.”

“Phil!”

Graves shoves french toast into his mouth and Rudy scoffs. He takes his time chewing, all to avoid talking about what just happened. That did not sound like joking.

“Can you at least swallow instead of sitting there with your mouth full? You look like a chipmunk!”

Graves swallows, taking a moment to breathe before he looks up, “Is it too early to start drinking?”

Rudy blinks, “Yes it is. It’s 0800.”

“Five o’clock somewhere in the world.”

Graves stands and starts to leave, ignoring Rudy calling after him. As he walked through the halls, he couldn't stop thinking about Nikolai and his very genuine flirting.

Fuck, Price is going to kill me.

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k1ngdom-of-thieves · 2 years

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Hi there! can you do headcanons for the housewardens of Night Raven College finding out MC is a girl?

MC has short boyish looking hair (for example 👇)

And MC is always wearing a boy uniform around the school, so everyone there though MC was a boy. Except for Grim and Crowley.

Until one day, all of MC's other clothes were dirty, so she had to wear the out she was wearing when she got teleported to NRC.

Then Crowley asked MC to deliver something to one of the dorms. And when MC sees the surprise look on the housewardens' faces, she's just like "Yeah I'm a girl, but what's with that look? You and everyone else already knew that."

I’m so sorry you had to wait so long for this, my twst OC has a similar story to this lol

Dorm leaders + finding out reader is a girl

Riddle Rosehearts (chapter 1 spoilers, just wanna cover my tracks)

Riddle was completely blindsided. He had no idea that the NRC allowed girls to be in the school, but then realized that your case was a very special one.

He was a bit ashamed about having you witness his overblot. Not that he wasn’t before but his mother taught him to be nothing if not respectful to a girl. One of the only things she did right.

He started acting a bit more “gentlemanly” to make up for his previous blunder. He held the door open for you, offered to carry the items for you, it was kinda weird to say the least.

You had to tell him to dial it back and that you liked him the way he was before. That’s when he gets it through his mind that he was over exaggerating quite a bit.

“I apologize for my prior behavior. I-I mean, I’m sorry for assuming that you were a male. It was very crude of me.”

Leona Kingscholar

Leona had a bit of an idea that you weren’t a man but it wasn’t his place to comment, nor did he care all that much anyway. When you appeared in Savanaclaw, he was more amused than anything else.

He was glad his suspicions were confirmed, though he thought it amusing how you assumed it was common knowledge. Although just seeing how everyone treated you like one of the guys should’ve shown you otherwise.

He has Ruggie take whatever you were delivering, his family would kill him if they thought he was letting a woman do the heavy lifting. Ruggie is more than pissed.

Asks you if you plan to wear anymore “feminine” clothing after this. He doesn’t mind if you do or don’t, he just feels that it would be a very unique change of pace for an “all boys” college.

“Do you want to wear stuff like this more often? It’d be pretty funny seeing your friends react to your getup.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was definitely caught off guard. He’s not gonna show it though, he pretends that everything’s fine even though he’s beyond confused.

He takes the updated menus from you and makes small talk with you while sorting them. Little things like how your day was, the weather, if you were always a girl or if he’s losing his mind.

Asks if being in the NRC has been a comfortable experience. It must be quite isolating being the only person in a dorm, the only magicless person and the only girl in this school. If you need anything, he’d be more than happy to make a deal with you.

Wonders if there’s anyone else that knows about you being a girl. When you tell him that you’ve only had to tell Crowley and Grim because you thought it was obvious he feels a small sense of pride being one of the few.

“Well then, please remember that if you need anything to make your life here easier, we at the Monstro Lounge are more than happy to assist.”

Kalim Al Asim

Kalim was taken by complete surprise when you showed up to Scarabia in that outfit. It’s hot as balls there so I don’t blame you tbh. He does the dramatic “WHAAAT” thing and everything.

Bombards you with questions. He doesn’t mean anything bad by it, he’s just confused about how this was right in front of him the whole time.

He has a bunch of sisters so he has a slight understanding on how girls differ from guys but he’s never had to use that info in his day-to-day life. He makes up for his lack of understanding the same way he deals with other things he has a hard time with; with pure enthusiasm.

Kalim asks if there’s anything you need, anything at all. From practical things like new clothes and food, to less normal requests like new pets or entertainment. Jamil overheard at this point and told him to relax.

“I can’t believe you’ve been a girl this whole time!! You definitely fooled me ya know!”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil had no idea you were a woman but he wasn’t going to let that change how he treated you. He still spoke to you like it was a normal day and and even insulted talked shit about Crowley not getting you enough clothing.

He’s honestly more offended about your lack of a closet. He refuses to let it go. He also offers to let you have some skincare products that didn’t work that well with him. He won’t be offended if you don’t accept his offer, if you were Epel that would be a different story however.

The rest of your visit is mostly him offering to help you in different ways, like going shopping for clothes with you or picking out different accessories for you to borrow. You’re lucky he likes you so much.

Like I said before, he doesn’t change much of how he treats you; you’re still the prefect of ramshackle after all. He knows you can handle his harsher demeanor.

“While you’re here, would you like to have some moisturizer that was sent for me to review? It’s unused and I despise letting things go to waste.”

Idia Shroud

Idia was completely surprised when you showed up to his dorm with a package. First of all, you were IN his dorm and secondly, YOU WERENT A DUDE??

Ortho had to come in and check up on his brother because he was staring into space for so long. Ortho knew you were a girl but that’s another can of worms. He’s fine physically but mentally will be something else for a while.

Your gonna have to talk to Ortho about whatever it is you needed to deliver, it’s pretty funny seeing the difference in their reactions.

Will not be able to form a coherent sentence for a while, he still needs to process that what he thought was true was actually a lie. He’s so dramatic

“There’s nothing wrong with you being a girl, but it’s just surprising seeing that it’s an all boys school. Not-that-there’s-anything-wrong-with-you-being-here-someone-please-shut-me-up.”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus also had absolutely no idea that you were a girl, but he doesn’t seem to be too shocked. Human fashions change very rapidly so he just assumed it was that.

Takes whatever you were delivering and offers for you to stay at the dorm for a little while longer. Lilia’s on cooking duty tonight and was really excited about you tasting his food. Run while you still can

The words he uses doesn’t change but the tone he uses is a little softer than before. He was raised to always treat a lady with respect. Even if he’s watched you deal with several overblots and have already earned his respect.

He wonders if all of the other students did know that you were a girl and this was just another thing he was left out on. You have to snap him out of his negative thoughts before he gets all grouchy for the rest of the day.

“Oh! My apologies, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just unaware that I was the only one that didn’t know this about you.”

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blues824 · 11 months

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♡.•° To Dearest Blues824 :

Heya! My Brain Was Going Places And Was Thinking About The Dorm Head's With An Alastor (From Hazbin Hotel) Like Reader? :D

☆.•° - You Can Call Me Stardust Anon If Ya Want!

I see what you did there, Stardust Anon!

Gender-neutral reader, supposed to be platonic since Alastor is aromantic, but can be interpreted as romantic. Cursing, 1920’s slang because I’m good at it.

Riddle Rosehearts

You were definitely very loud and boisterous, but he just chalked it up to your radio personality that was typically required of you. Aside from that, the two of you got along quite well with each other. You both used the same sort of formal language, but you did not know how to use a phone. You actually hated it a lot, and the Housewarden found it rather amusing.

One thing he found absolutely infuriating about you was how you thought the Queen’s Rules were absolutely laughable. However, since you were a demon, you were able to memorize each of them and went along with them out of pure boredom. But, when someone was disrespecting the rules, you wouldn’t hesitate to resort to violence. Riddle has had to tell you that the punishment for breaking a rule would simply be a collar rather than a black eye and a bruise about their neck, but you shrugged your shoulders with a smile and went on with your day like normal.

He could tell that you were from a different time period, since you often used slang that was popular in the 1920’s. Even in Twisted Wonderland, it existed. You once caught him while he was doing his makeup and you asked why he was getting ‘all dolled up’. The question caught him by surprise, as he had never heard any of his peers ask it like that before.

Leona Kingscholar

He absolutely despised you. He thought you were too loud, and you often disrupted his naps along with the annoying hunter. Like, you were right next to him. You didn’t need to use your weird-ass microphone to project your voice to the cosmos. He may be sleeping, but he can hear you when you speak normally.

During his overblot, you were not afraid to use your power as a demon and as an Overlord of Hell to put an end to it within seconds. Actually, someone had to stop you so that you didn’t kill Leona. In the infirmary, you apologized and said that old habits die hard. His eyes widened when he asked about and processed what in the actual fuck you just said and you just laughed before leaving the room.

There was one time where you had invited him to walk to your classes with you, but he refused and said that he would much rather be sleeping. You told him to not be such a pill, and he was so confused. Bro looked it up, and was then offended that you called him boring in a 1920’s sort of way. Now he just calls you ‘gramps’ because you’re old.

Azul Ashengrotto

Also despised how loud you were, and thought that the microphone you carried with you was excessive. However, the first time he saw you quiet was when you told him that you were the one that did the deals around here and benefitted from them. Now he prefers your boisterous self more than your quiet self.

He has seen your secretly violent nature when Floyd snuck up behind you to try and squeeze you. A tendril came up from out of the ground and wrapped itself around the tweel’s neck, and it started to suffocate him. Azul was absolutely horrified as he screamed at you to stop, but you just had your big smile on your face. The only way he was able to tell that you weren’t happy was how you said, through gritted teeth, that you did not appreciate the eel’s actions.

One thing about you that always leaves the cecaelia confused was the slang you used. Like, you once compared the Mostro Lounge to a speakeasy, but instead of selling liquor he was selling dreams at the cost of a [most likely illegal] contract. He was about to say something about underage drinking when he remembered that you were a demon who has been alive since before the 30’s. That being said, you were of-age.

Kalim Al-Asim

It was Jamil who told him to stay away from you, but you just looked so friendly. Imagine him as a more ditzy version of Charlie, and Jamil as Vaggie. However, you had no plans to take advantage of him. He had nothing to take advantage of, or nothing that you wanted at least, as you were already the Housewarden of Ramshackle.

Your violent side came out when you saw that the Vice Housewarden of Scarabia was hypnotizing Kalim. You used your magic and held him by the throat (much like Darth Vader) and leaned in close. You made his vision go staticky and said that if he were to do something that you did not agree with, there would be heavy consequences to pay. It was fortunate that Kalim was not there to see your little threat.

The young Al-Asim was always awe-struck by the 1920’s terminology you often used. You told him that Jamil was such a wet blanket and Kalim had no idea what you just said. You explained that a wet blanket was someone who was a killjoy or a ‘party pooper’, to make it a bit more modern for him to understand.

Vil Schoenheit

He could tell that your happy and friendly persona was really a mask. After all, it takes an actor to know an actor. However, you seemed to have even Rook fooled, so he had to give you kudos for your act. He didn’t tip anyone off either, but it’s not like you would have minded being known as the most powerful being within Twisted Wonderland.

You showed your relentless and more sadistic side when Vil made a rather passive-aggressive remark about the way you dressed. Sure, it was a bit older and on the more formal side, but that gave him no right. So you used a tendril from Hell to snatch him off the ground and emphasize your point and say that it was better than the pool of fabric he called an ‘outfit’. You also said that any snide statement about you again and it would result in his untimely death and arrival in Hell.

The only reason why he knew about your slang was the fact that he had to play the role of a mobster in the 1920’s before in a movie. He’s even translated for you when you said that his outfit to match you was swanky. He said something about how he wanted to put on the Ritz for the upcoming photoshoot, and Epel just stared at the two of you, confused as to what the fuck you were saying.

Idia Shroud

You reminded him of a character from a popular show, and you had the microphone, suit, and smile to match. Honestly, he reminded you of a certain god of the underworld, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. That aside, you both were the exact opposite of each other. You were really loud and extroverted, while he was really quiet and introverted. You often liked teasing him and making him flustered and just moving on like it was nothing, and it left him with a whirlwind of emotions.

The one time you showed your aggressive side was during the time where the Phantom Bride kidnapped him. The only one who could torment your dear friend was you, and not some dame dolled up to the Ritz who was already bumped off the Flivver. Now, you typically were one to make some snide remark, but you were past that. There was no reason to bump gums when none of the other Housewardens were helping Idia out of his rather strange predicament.

He was surprised when you had summoned a tentacled monster of some sort and you threatened to have the ‘little’ monster drag them to Hell for interfering with matters in the overworld. Eliza let out a shriek as she hid behind Puffy and Gramps, shaking out of fear upon recognition of your name. You were one of the Overlords of Hell, after all.

Malleus Draconia

You were rather amusing, at least according to the dragon prince. You were also much more powerful than him, a fact that only his retainers found absolutely horrifying. Instead, he was actually very interested in you. You dressed and talked in a much different way than he did, but it was very… snazzy?... as you once said.

The more demonic side that you had made its debut during each of the overblots, and every time someone had a problem that they wanted you to deal with. You made it a point to emphasize time and time again that you were a demon who would do charity work when you wanted to, not when someone asked. After all, you needed some form of entertainment, and this was not it. Malleus often offers to order his knights to stop people from harassing you, but you told him, in a grim and menacing way, that you would love to give them a painful reminder.

One time, as you both were going on a typical nightly walk, he asked if you could show him what your time period was like. So, you being you, broke into a jazzy musical number as you used your magic to bring him into a little scene from the 20’s. He was dressed in a similar suit as you, and you used your mic to sing a song about what exactly happened in the world and to you right up until your death. Honestly, he didn’t really care that you were a cannibal. As a member of the royal family within Briar Valley, nothing phases him anymore.

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lychniis · 1 year

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⚘ — WHY DO I LOVE YOU AGAIN?

i. SYNOPSIS : you love your significant other ; really, you do. sometimes you just want to squish their face and kiss them silly because they're just that awesome. on others? well, given the fact that they're either lowkey or highkey weird...you find yourself questioning your taste in lovers... ( alhaitham / childe x gn ! reader )

ii. WARNING(S) : crack, pure crack, childe doing illegal shit and the chad of manipulate mansplain manwhore, al haitham. NOT PROOFREAD

# masterlist

&& . al haitham · ( a guide to tearing your food apart ; horrifically )

AL HAITHAM WAS USUALLY…quiet. And you’d like to say he was graceful too, with a decent posture and a reading ethic that made you swoon ( and the glasses he wore???? U G H ). Kaveh would protest, would call him a baseless pig, and would beg you to reconsider even dating this man. But you were in love, and four years later, post the nerves of graduation and finding jobs and kisses snuck between routines, you were still in love.

There was always a ‘but’, though.

Always.

You watch Al Haitham pick up his knife. Immaculate. Amazing. What a god of a man.

You watch him hold it like a dagger. Concerning, sure but still hot. Your hot ass boyfriend using his table knife like a murder weapon. The crowd was going wild, you were screeching like a feral beast on the inside.

You watch him tear the poor chicken apart, with the brutality of a bear, his expression impassive, almost terrifyingly stoic in the face of it all.

Then his shoulders relax. He looks at you. You look at him. Something passes over his face, a ghost of an emotion, of amusement. Then he smirks. “Would you like some of mine?” he asks, and he seems to be teasing you. Just a bit, just enough so that he toed the line between his usual meanness. “You were staring.”

Maybe what made it worse was that he knew about your occasional ire, and he gave zero shits about it. But as quick as the feeling came, it was gone and you shrug. You weren’t one to pass over free food.

“Sure.” you smile, taking a spoonful of his shredded chicken. Al Haitham nods, seemingly satisfied before he returns to demolishing his dinner once more.

&& . childe | tartaglia · ( surprise surprise ; your boyfriend partakes in larceny )

YOU JUST WANTED some chocolate —

( — Famous last words, really. )

But the sight of Childe bent over your padlock, with your super hidden, ultra secret stash of very limited edition candies tucked between his legs seemed to have fused every logical thought in your brain. You could only stare. Then stare some more. Then blink and hope to the gods above that he hasn’t eaten any of them…

…it was half empty.

The innocent, near cherubic smile that played on his lips was twisted in a way. Your boyfriend, a criminal in the making, a psychopathic chocolate stealer. You wanted to cy. You wanted to scream. You wanted to demand when, where and why he learned how to pick locks with such precision and what unfathomable shenanigans and trouble had he caused with this horrific power.

“Oh, I just…looked it up.” he replied brightly, popping another sweet into his mouth. “These are delicious, by the way.”

“You looked it up…” you repeat.

Childe shrugs, looking a bit bored now. “Yeah, I found a lock pick….just lying on the floor one day and I learned how to use it. The internet’s got some pretty cool videos…” he chews thoughtfully for a moment, then hands his hal eaten chocolate to you. “Want some?”

You take the chocolate. “This was supposed to be mine…” you mumble miserably. “My mother sent it to me…”

Childe chuckles and pulls you in for a kiss. You taste some of the chocolate he had and when the two of you separated, he was grinning, a bit like a fox who flashed it’s fangs in a cheeky smile before it stole your food.

“You're sleeping on the couch.” you state. His face falls immediately.

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one-more-fangirl · 10 months

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al haitham—confusing man

al haitham confuses the shit out of you. always has, always will.

he has never been one to like the spotlight, his nightly pouts and grumbles about his new charge as the grand master acting grand master only highlight that fact (“why must they call for me at every hour of the day? i mean i can barely leave my office! they are such pests, honestly” he will deny ever whining, by the way). still, it’s a weird combination with how his “zero fucks given” at everyone else’s opinions of him.

the asshole—because he’s an asshole, one you’re in love with, but an asshole nonetheless—has the audacity to scoff at you every time you look over at him with furrowed brows and a concentrated shift in your eyes, as if you’re trying to decipher the most complicated scroll the akademiya has to offer. he scoffs because unlike you, he has no trouble at all understanding you and the things you do. granted, you make sense when this man, doesn’t.

we’ve established that you’re very much in love with haitham. the feeling is incredibly reciprocated. like, incredibly. he’s a bit stoic and he’s also a bit of a grumpy pants and a little shit, but he’s so soft (to your absolute surprise, not that you’re complaining). this is the guy that brushes off every crumb that’s left around your lips and then eats it, the guy that that plays footsie fights with you under the library and cafeteria tables, that opens the doors and pulls out the chairs for you, who glares at whoever makes you uncomfortable until they run away—and isn’t afraid of start verbal passive aggressiveness either—, and the guy that latches on to you every night and late afternoons when he gets out of his office.

this man is putty in your hands.

so why oh why, does he avoid your affection? this is a relationship, a two-way road, he deserves to receive as much as he gives. yet in the month and a half that your relationship has been a thing—after years of pinning, kaveh would like to add—al haitham has refused to accept any other form of affection that wasn’t holding hands, a brush of your hand through his hair or cheek, or a quick hug.

"why are you like this?" you all but blurt at the cafeteria.

al haitham looks up from his book, and scoffs.

"don’t scoff at me, i’m serious!" you whine, "you’re looking so pretty there reading whatever book that is and i wanna shower your face with kisses, but i know you won’t let me! you’ve no idea how hard it is to contain myself."

"i would’ve thought you’d have more self-restraint," he comments, returning to his pages.

a huff leaves your lips, and if al haitham didn’t know any better, he’d think you’re going to leave it at that. but he’s smart, and he knows better, so he’s not surprised when not even ten seconds later, you’re back on track.

"it’s just- it’s weird! ‘cause i know you’re not ashamed of me, and i know you don’t like it when others meddle in your life because “it’s not their business”," you rant, adding a little imitation of your boyfriend, who is looking at you again, amusement swirling in his eyes, "but you never give a shit about doing what you want!"

as you ramble on about how weird he is, and how you don’t understand why he’s so against of kisses, al haitham only stares at you. the tips of her ears have started to grow hot, and he’s overly aware of how the heat is probably starting to leave a rosy trail on his neck and cheeks. he fights the urge to hide his face behind his book.

"i mean at this point, i’m starting to think you’re scared!" when you say it, it comes out with a chuckle, a “ridiculous, i know” message behind it. and that’s when al haitham chokes on air and is attacked by a coughing fit.

you blink thrice. one, two, three. three times. boyfriend’s dying next to you, you just stare. by the time he’s done and over—no thanks to your help—your brain cells have finally decided to connect. his book is usually lower than that, his ears and red and it is not because of the coughing, and he’s avoiding your eyes. you soften them in response, reaching a hand to take his.

"you don’t have to be scared, baby. it’s okay," your smile is understanding, and alhaitham hates it.

his other hand runs through his hair and falls on his face, the book forgotten on his lap. whether he’s frustrated or trying to hide his embarrassment, who knows. in the end, he sighs. he seems to have accepted his fate, and coming clean should prove to be the smartest move.

so, he turns to you, and still hesitant, meets your eyes. it’s rare to see this man flustered, the fact that it’s because of something he has to tell you sparks a tiny smugness in your chest, tingling. small smirk tugging, you sink your teeth. keep it in, this is serious.

"so," he starts, "i uh- i’ve never... i wanted to- shit," alhaitham ends up clearing his throat, his ever growing blush taking up most of his face now, "i wanted our first kiss to be special. because i’ve never kissed anyone so i wanted to make sure i did it right."

awe. he’s adorable. i mean look at him, still forcing himself to look you in the eyes, even when it’s painfully obvious he wants to take the book back and hide behind it forever. worse, he’s spotted your small smirk, and he’s already frowning and taking his hand back.

"no, no, no, wait!" you chase him when he speeds away, having to run to catch up to him. this asshole can really get away when he wants to, "haitham, hold on, come back! i’m not making fun of you."

curse his long legs, he’s already out of the place and in the hallways when you finally make him stop. stubborn as ever, and a little bit hurt, he looks ahead. curse his height, too.

"i’m not making fun of you," you repeat, taking his hand again, "it’s just, i can’t help but feel giddy that you’ve never had your first kiss, and that you want it to be me," the small smile shows up once more, "but you don’t have to worry about making it special, because anything with you is."

he doesn’t miss a beat.

"that’s so cheesy," his nose curls back as he looks at you.

you scoff.

"says the guy who’s so worried about kissing me special."

"fuck you."

"no, i want that to be special too."

#al haitam x reader #al haitham #al haitham genshin #al haitham fluff #al haitham x y/n #al haitham x you #genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x reader fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin fluff

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centralperkchenford · 3 months

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Chenford + lie detector scene but written as pre-canon and feelings are exposed/revealed.

I thought of this earlier and I had to write it before I lost it 🤭🤍

Chenford pre-canon + take the lie detector test (6x02 spec)

Chenford + lie detector scene but written as pre-canon and feelings are exposed/revealed.

Anywhere you're gonna be, that's where I wanna be

“This is silly.” Says Lucy as she sits across from Tim who is looking down at the lie detector. She is already hooked up much to her chagrin, she guesses this is what happens when she takes a bet from Tim and then loses it. The bet wasn’t even that big of a deal, she had been riding with him that day and she had bet him that she could hand out more tickets than him. And if she won he would be hooked up to the lie detector. And if he won she would be hooked up and she regretted it.

“This was your idea Lucy.” Tim says a shit eating grin on his face. She glares at him, smug bastard. He had beat her by one ticket.

“Whatever.” She says. “Let’s get this over with.” Tim grins and asks the normal starter questions.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

“Lucy Chen.” She answers. Truth. Tim nods looking down and then up at her. He still had that shit eating expression on his face.

“Where do you live?”

“Los Angeles, California.” She replies. Tim nods and doesn’t look up at her. He’s quiet for more than a few seconds.

“Are you single?” He asks. She winces a little and he still doesn’t look up. The truth was she had broken up with Chris a few days prior and hadn’t told Tim. Not that it was his business, but he probably thought she wasn’t single and things had been weird between them since Vegas.

“Yes.” She says and Tim does look up this time his blue eyes wide as he searches her face and then looks back down at the machine.

“Since when?” He asks and she swears there’s hope in his voice. She swallows a little bit as she glances down at the table. There were a million reasons why she broke up with Chris, he was self centered, he didn’t recognize her trauma. He always made her do stuff she wasn’t particularly comfortable with. And the biggest one of all, her feelings for Tim. She was still trying to work those out.

“A few days ago.” She answers simply still not looking at him. She hears him make a soft noise.

“I’m sorry.” He says.

“I’m not.” Lucy says truth. “Chris was an asshole.” Truth. Tim looks amused and nods his head a little.

“Okay.” He says and he pauses a little as if he’s thinking about what to say next. She watches him as he scrunches his nose a little and then relaxes. He taps his fingers on the table, “When we were in Vegas.” He starts and her heart starts beating fast. “You said it was just basic biology. It didn’t mean anything. Was that true?”

Lucy swallows and she looks up at him, he’s serious now his lips turned down in a small frown waiting for her answer.

“Tim…”

“Answer the question Lucy.” He says. She swallows again pushing a loose piece of hair out of her face.

“I mean it was basic biology.” She says and winces as the machine goes crazy. Lie. Tim frowns at her tapping his fingers on the table.

“Answer the damn question Lucy.” He says and she can tell he’s getting frustrated. She sighs and licks her lips. What was the harm in telling the truth?

“I lied.” She admits. “It wasn’t just basic biology or pretend. It meant something but I was scared. Everything was happening so quickly and you just—caught me off guard.”

Tim looks down at the machine, his lips twitching up into a smile. Truth.

“Okay.” He says. “So you had feelings for me.”

“I have feelings for you Tim. God one of the reasons I broke up with Chris was because of you. You are in my damn head all the time. Your stupid handsome face and your lips against mine and—”

She stops suddenly when she sees the look on Tim’s face and she swallows. Fuck she said too much.

“I’m sorry.” She says trying to backtrack. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—” Tim stops her and reaches out to put his hand on hers.

“Did you mean all that?” He asks. He has emotion in his voice she hasn’t heard for awhile. She swallows once and looks up at the ceiling and then back at the man she would do anything for. The most important relationship in her life, the one person she always wants to be around.

“Yes.” She says fiercely. “I did but if you don’t—” Tim stops her again and stands up coming around to gently unhook her. His hands on her even through her clothing send shivers down her spine.

“Tim…”

“Not here Lucy.” He says softly. She nods and looks around suddenly remembering where they were. At work.

She gets up too once he’s done and her hand touches his. He smiles at her, a soft smile that she loves that he rarely shows but she thinks he should because it makes him glow.

She follows him out of the room and back into the bullpen, and then outside to a small wall. She sits down next to him but there’s still some space between them.

“Lucy.” He says softly. He takes a deep breath and lets it out. “You meant all those things?”

She nods and he scoots closer, there knees touching. “I understand if you are mad at me Tim.” She says. “For lying I just—”

“I’m not.” He says quickly. “Lucy, I have wanted this for longer than I’m willing to admit. And maybe I was frustrated but if you want this.” He gestures between them. She nods and he smiles again.

“Then I want it.” He says his voice determined. And god she’s not sure how she got so lucky to have someone like Tim in her life. And she does what this, she has for awhile and she just has never been able to admit it out loud.

“But if we mess it up.” She starts and he shakes his head at her scooting closer.

“It’s worth the risk.” He says and she blows out a breath. “You are worth the risk.” She feels her whole body relax at his words.

And everything is happening at once, one minute she’s hooked up to a lie detector and the next she’s admitting her feelings for Tim.

“Okay.” She says and she sees his body relax too. “It’s worth the risk.” He nods and glances around before gently kissing her. It’s soft and short but it’s perfect.

“So.” He says sitting back. “Would you like to go out on a date with me?” Lucy nods reaching out for his hand. She laces her fingers through his and squeezes.

“I would love to.”

And maybe this bet wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #chenford fanfic #anon answered #chenford fic #lucy x tim

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mxdarling · 1 year

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[Darling who's stronger than them]

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

ೃ⁀➷: summary: Yan. ruggie, kalim, & rook's darling being stronger than them but stay due to amusement.

ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 915

ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: N/A

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[Warnings:] mentions of unhealthy obsession, reader just messing with them, implied reader getting hurt, yandere behavior, victim blaming, rook being rook, unintentional guilt-tripping, stalking, implied reader is using kalim.

[GN reader.]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Ruggie Bucchi;

➮ RUGGIE BUCCHI would notice very quickly about your intentions of being with him. He's not an idiot and he can definitely see that you're just staying out of amusement. I mean not everyone is willing to stay with someone who has a big obsession about them. Well, I guess you aren't really 'everyone'. He wonders why you stay with him even knowing how he feels about you, and even if you do feel the same his love for you isn't what people consider 'healthy'. Do you find it funny? That you're so much stronger than him physically? Is that why you're staying? It's because you're stronger than him, that you don't have to worry about him hurting you? Oh, how wrong are you to assume our friend here Ruggie won't do anything to you...

➮ What would Ruggie do with this information is hard to determine. Perhaps maybe he'll take advantage of how you are willing to stay with him. I mean it's not everyday someone you're obsessed with willing stays with you despite it being so unhealthy. Ruggie is not gonna sit still and waste such a once in a life opportunity. He'll do everything in his power to keep you amuse by him. I mean that was the reason you stayed with him, right? He wonders how long he can keep you amuse, how far he can go without you trembling in fear by what he would do for you. Will you run away? Will you finally realized that he can do so much worse than just having a weird obsession towards you? It doesn't matter what your reaction might be, doesn't matter what the outcome is. This is your fault, isn't it? You did this to yourself.

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Kalim Al-Aism;

➮ KALIM AI-AISM probably doesn't even notice you're staying out of interest in his odd obsession for you. He isn't the most perceptive out of the bunch. Actually I don't think he'll ever notice your intentions of staying with him unless, y'know someone else tells him about why you're staying with him despite already knowing how he feels. He'll most likely just brush it off, thinking it isn't much of a big deal. Even with that information revealed I don't think he'd really change his intentions, drastically that is. He still wants to be your friend(lover) that will always be right by your side! He'll be there when you're at your best, he'll be there when you're at your worst. He'll do whatever it takes for him to become that person for you. He doesn't plan on giving up. In the end, you'd do anything for your love right?

➮ Sweet Kalim isn't even trying to keep you by his side, he just somehow always finds time to spend time with you (read: drops everything to spend time with you the moment he finds you). Honestly, it's most of the time, you have the Scarabia's dorm leader, the eldest son of a wealthy and prestigious family, wrapped around your finger. You almost feel bad for him, almost. It's just really nice, know there's someone who could give you the whole world you if say so. He goes out of his day, to please you, to do favors for you, whatever you need him to do, he'll do it in a heartbeat. Though don't be fooled, he's completely aware of your intentions. Don't worry, the more this goes on, the more he'll start to be suffocating for you. His clingy behavior becomes annoying, his constant gifts and praise will start to give you a headache. By the time, you try and get away from him, it's already too late for you.

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Rook Hunt;

➮ ROOK HUNT is hard to predict. Perhaps that's one of the other reasons why you stayed with him, other than knowing his odd obsession towards you. He's not really ashamed to share his love towards you though it may look like rook's usual shenanigans, you know better. You know that this is more than just a mere interest in you and most likely Rook knows you know, but does he do anything about it? Who knows. I think Rook would be a mix of both Ruggie and Kalim. On the outside he'd look like he doesn't mind you staying out of amusement, in fact you staying with him out of amusement makes him amused! On the inside though, how long are you actually willing to stay with him? He does enjoy seeing what makes other tick. Knowing him, he'll do anything to satiate his own curiosity.

➮ I think Rook would take his time with you. To observe and watch what will you do. There's no need to rush with you when he knows you'll stay within his grasps. He'll take his time to unravel you, to understand how you work, inside and out. He's considered changing his tactics in how he approaches you. Maybe his usual techniques are growing rather boring to you. Should he try to be upfront and direct and talk to you? Maybe peppering you with question to see how you'd react? Or should he be more extreme in his usually tactics? Maybe observing from a tree is a little too far to properly observe you (even though he has good eyesight), perhaps your dorm window? That way, he can your expressions when you sleep and the things you do in your night routine! Maybe he'll catch you studying, watching you struggle to understand this week's assignment. Haah.. aren't you an interesting fellow, Trickster~?

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[a/n; So sorry again for doing this late, motivation is hard to come by nowadays ahaha, this may be ooc since I haven't written for twst characters in a while but I tried lol. That was a very close on anon. Good thing I wasn't active when you sent it. But~ if you want I can write riddle's part in a seperate post if you want! Though, you'll have to request again just so I have confirmation that you want me to.]

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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I'm obsessed with your wirting it's so good! Since you mentioned it in that one post, could you please write either aledolfo or Alejandro x Valeria x Rodolfo with touch starved Rodolfo?

Let me see what I can whip up

Rodolfo had always considered himself someone who didn’t like physical touch. Whenever anyone had touched him, before, he’d always felt so uncomfortable. Some had outright made his skin crawl.

So, he’d stated as such when he, Ale, and Val had come to the agreement that... whatever they were was exclusive to each other. They had been talking about boundaries, and Rodolfo had just stated, simply, “I don’t want to be touched, unnecessarily.”

Both Val and Ale seemed surprised but... neither had questioned it. Rodolfo had been grateful at the time, and he’d thought that’d be it.

But then Alejandro and Valeria had started to get more affectionate with each other. Rodolfo would walk in on them cuddling on the couch, or they’d dance with each other while he cooked, and he started to feel left out. This wasn’t a new feeling, Rodolfo was used to it. Especially with Val and Ale.

But, he was very confused. He didn’t like physical touch. Why did he crave it? He didn’t understand this particular feeling of being left out. But, not wanting to be difficult or wishy washy, he never said anything about it.

He didn’t mean to, but eventually he’d just start to leave the room whenever they’d cuddle. He’d ignore their dancing in the kitchen. He’d look away when they hugged or touch each other most of the time.

They definitely picked up on it, too. Rodolfo felt bad about it, but he couldn’t bring himself to knock it off.

However, to say Valeria and Alejandro handled issues lightly would be... a lie. An outright lie. Unless lightly meant direct and aggressive confrontation. However, Rodolfo may not be an expert of social situations but... he wasn’t sure that fit the definition of lightly.

He had been checking his email on his phone, like he tried to do regularly, when suddenly he was being towered over. He frowned and looked up as his phone was taken out of his hand. “Hey, give it back.”

“No. You’ve been acting odd.” Valeria had grabbed it, crossing her arms.

Rodolfo sighed, softly. “No I haven’t been.” He snatched his phone back from under her arm, shoving it in his pocket before she could grab it back.

“Liar.” Valeria huffed.

“Val, we said we wouldn’t do that.” Alejandro sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You said we wouldn’t, I didn’t say shit.” Valeria snorted. “So come on, Rudy, out with it.”

Rodolfo sighed and shook his head. “I’m not being odd.”

“Rudy, you’ve been all but avoiding us. We know something’s up. So what is it?” Alejandro frowned, his tone gentle.

Rodolfo bit his lip. Confronting feelings. He didn’t like doing that. “Nothing is up.” He insisted, turning to walk down the hallway.

Unsurprisingly, they followed. “Stop being difficult.” Val hissed.

“Val!” Alejandro scolded.

Val took a deep breath. “Rodolfo, we would appreciate, very much, if you would... please talk to us about what is wrong.”

Rodolfo, slightly amused at Valeria’s attempt to be empathetic, shook his head.

He gasped as he was suddenly shoved into the wall, expecting to be staring up at Val but instead he was being pinned by Alejandro. He winced and tried to push him off, but Alejandro stayed firm. “Tell us, now.” Alejandro said, firmly.

Rodolfo hesitated. He considered continuing to lie but... he didn’t want to push anyone’s patience more than he already was. He wanted walking to be in his cards the next day. “Fine... But get the fuck off of me.” He shoved Alejandro, who finally let up, off. “I dunno... I just... feel left out.”

“Of what?? Us??” Valeria frowned, crossing her arms again.

“Kind of. I don’t know. It’s weird. And dumb.” Rodolfo winced, fidgeting. “I... I feel left out when you guys... cuddle and touch and stuff.”

Alejandro frowned. “We thought you didn’t like physical touch.”

“Yeah, so did I.” Rodolfo mumbled. “Like I said, it’s dumb.”

“It’s not dumb.” Valeria said, surprising Rodolfo. “I mean, you were dumb for not telling us earlier but... feelings change.”

Even Alejandro looked at her, surprised. “What??” She huffed. “I’m working on being empathetic. Like you two said!”

“You’re doing well,” Rodolfo assured her, smiling. “And I know, I just... didn’t want to be wishy washy.”

“Wishy... washy?” Valeria frowned.

“Back and forth. Gringo phrase.” Alejandro murmured in explanation. “Picked it up from Laswell.”

Valeria ohhed and then sighed. “Even if you were, that would have been better than you ignoring us! We were worried that we’d done something, idiot!”

Rodolfo winced. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to bring it up!”

“Don’t worry, she’s being affectionate. I think.” Alejandro assured, touching Rodolfo’s arm.

Rodolfo found he liked the touch. He didn’t jerk away like he would from anyone else.

“I am.” Valeria confirmed. Then, she held her arms out. Rodolfo hesitated before moving into her arms, melting immediately when they closed around him. Oh, this was nice. Valeria smelled like clean cotton and her warmth could be felt through the shirt she was wearing.

Soon, Rodolfo felt Alejandro hug him from behind and that became too much too fast. He quickly had to duck out, wincing. “Too much.”

“That’s okay.” Alejandro smiled. “We’ll go slow.”

Rodolfo relaxed and nodded. He flushed as Alejandro pulled him to the couch, before pulling him into his arms. Valeria sat beside them, rubbing up and down his arm.

Rodolfo had definitely been missing out. He laid his head on Alejandro’s chest and just melted. This was fantastic.

“Rudy?” Alejandro touched Rodolfo’s chin, making him look at him. Rodolfo flushed. “Just come talk to us, next time.”

“Okay.” Rodolfo relaxed. However, all three knew that wasn’t happening. Rodolfo was predictable.

#Rodolfo Parra #Rodolfo COD #Alejandro Vargas #Alejandro COD #Valeria Garza #Valeria COD #Valeria x Alejandro x Rodolfo #oneshot #queue for dinner again hunny?

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gwynrielsupremacy · 2 years

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hey y'all i'm baaaack... my original plan was to post this later on the week but thought about gracing you lovelies with this new gwynriel piece! it's designed to have 4-5 chapters, but i don't know when I'll post it yet hehehe hope you like it !

He hears her sobbing in his dreams. First it’s faint, distant; but then it gets louder as his sleep borders awakening. Before he knows, he’s standing up, dagger in hand, shadows whispering desperately all the way to her door. Finding it was surprisingly easy, given how little time had been since Gwyn had moved into the House of Wind. Although it didn’t astound him that his shadows were the ones to know; they were always keen observers of the knowledge-seeker priestess.

Azriel stops himself before knocking. The crying had ceased.

He could walk away, for sure, head back to his room and let her come to him, if she thought suited. But the sudden, almost overwhelming urge to make sure she's fine is what makes him wait for her answer. Not to mention his frantic shadows insisting he’d at least check in on her. And he wouldn’t deny them, at least not when it came to Gwyneth Berdara.

“Gwyn?” He murmurs through the door.

“Just one second” He hears her muffled voice in return.

Steps, and then:

“Shadowsinger.”

Puffy-eyed, clutching her robe against her chest, Gwyn greets him. She has a timid smile on her face, but it takes no Spymaster to see she indeed had been crying.

“Is everything ok?”

Seeing the dagger in his hand, Gwyn raises her eyebrows in a shadow of amusement:

“Yes. Is this an invitation for dagger-handling lessons?”

He can’t contain his furrowed eyebrows at her deflection.

“I thought I heard you crying.” Not an accusation, but a statement.

At that, Gwyn sighs and leans her head against the door, her expression immediately changing. Giving space to what he can detect as exhaustion.

“Bad dreams.”

He notices how she says “dreams”, in plural, and is familiar with the feeling as well; still, all he does is nod in return.

"Do you want to come in?"

Not at all what he expects, it catches him by surprise:

"Do you want me to?"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked you."

He's about to decline by politeness, invent some lame excuse, but his shadows sing otherwise. She needs you.

So he comes in.

Her bedroom is simple-looking and comfortable. A large bed takes up most of the space, with cream-colored walls and a wooden bookcase on the left. Near the bed on the right, is a door he can assume leads to her bathroom, and next to it, a single leather chair.

Unsure of what to do, he stands in the middle of the room with his hands in the pockets of his linen pants.

Gwyn chuckles:

"Well don't you just stand there. It makes me feel weird."

She then points to the armchair, and proceeds to sit at the end of her bed.

He does as said, and watches in silence as she fiddles with the hem of her nightgown for a couple of seconds:

"Sometimes I dream of that night" she lets out, copper hair disheveled falling over her shoulders. "But most times, I dream of her."

Catrin. Her twin sister.

The one he couldn't save in time.

Gwyn lifts her stare from her pajamas to the ceiling. "I dream she's here with me, alive and well. But she has almost no time left in this world, and doesn't know it. So I try to find ways to make her stay, to delay the inevitable. To make sure she'll still be here when I wake up. And I talk to her as if I didn’t know she'll be gone soon, but I always do."

She sighs, "These dreams can be even more heartbreaking than the nightmares."

He feels a sharp sting in his chest at her vulnerability. At how honest she's being with him. So he offers some in return,

"When I was young, I lived in the dark." Saying those words doesn't pain him as much as he thought it would, "I'd dream of my mother most nights. In those dreams, I was always with her, under the sun. We had all the time in the world to be together, happy and free, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I woke up. And then I'd be all alone in the dark again."

Gwyn's stare meets his, filled with such understanding it almost breaks him. He braces himself for her answer, for anything.

But not for what it comes next:

"Can you stay here? Just until I fall asleep?" Her voice is so small it's barely a whisper. It makes him want to come closer to her.

He offers her a gentle smile instead:

"Of course."

That turns out to be the very first night they sleep together; even if it takes him a lot more time to fall asleep, slightly uncomfortable in the small armchair. But when he wakes up some hours later, neck craned and wings numb, he’s surprised to see the bed in front of him empty, with nothing but a tiny piece of paper on top of the covers:

"Didn't want to wake you. See you in training.

Thank you, Azriel.

G."

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karumsen · 10 months

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short haino WIP featuring jealous Cyno and smug al-Haitham

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Despite Kaveh and Tighnari earnest attempts to keep his attention, the General's gaze kept going back to the other side of the table. They couldn't for the life of them understand why he kept being a menace since the very beginning of the whole ordeal. As if suddenly he was tied with chains to the Scribe, always sitting next to him, always accompanying him, always mendeling himself into every conversation. Which wouldn't be a problem, to be honest: they were very supportive of Cyno's attempts to connect with different people, it was just that his timing was horrific.

After fulfilling the role of the Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham's reputation definitely went up. Apparently, enough for people to start showing romantic interest in him, but not enough for them to approach him directly. This led to their current predicament where Kaveh decided to help his old acquaintance to persuade his love which, in turn, led to him joining the group on many occasions. And this is where the problem with Cyno began. They were almost sure he did it on purpose, they just couldn't understand why. Would it be so bad for the ever distant Alhaitham to actually have a lover?

Movement catches everyone's eye as the man in question stands up followed by a slightly flustered scholar.

"Already leaving for tonight?" Kaveh laughs and the implication behind this question makes man's cheeks redden even more.

"Haitham said he's getting tired, so..."

"It's Alhaitham for you, I believe." A cold voice intervenes and suddenly Cyno is standing up as well, an equally cold glare directed at the poor scholar. "Or the Grand Scribe, to be precise."

"Don't be like that! Barrak is our friend, it would be weird for him to address us by our titles, right?" The blonde chimes back in, willingly putting himself between the General and his victim. "Right, Alhaitham?"

All four pairs of the eyes snap back to the man, waiting for his reaction. He hums, a thoughtful look on his face, and then nods, crossing his arms above chest. As he answers the question, his gaze is locked on Cyno with hidden amusement. "I suppose that is right. After all, wasn't this exactly your idea, my General?"

"Wait, what? But it was me who introduced Barrak to our evenings!" Kaveh protests, looking back abd forth between the two, feeling as if the true meaning of the words was lost on him.

"I don't think it matters. Since the two of them are leaving, how about another round of TCG?" Peace speaks in Tighnari's voice who already started to prepare his deck.

"Yes! Good luck with the game." Barrak smiles, clearly grateful for the granted exit, and makes a motion to the door before feels metal strong grip on his forearm. He visibly shrinks, not expecting to experience being pressured by the General Mahamatra himself.

"You're not going anywhere." Cyno says, his voice still remarkably calm despite the hidden bite in it. "Not with my boyfriend."

"I thought we decided to keep it a secret?" Clearly, Alhaitham was the only one in the room completely unfazed by this situation. On the opposite, he seemed to quite enjoy it as well as the shocked gaze of others.

"Forgive me for not considering the possibility that you will be entertaning whatever man decides to approach you."

"Wait, wa-... Wait!" Kaveh shakes his hands in front of him as soon as the initial surprise passes. "You two are together? As a couple? And didn't tell us? How dare you?"

"I'm fully with Kaveh on this one, but, on a unrelated note, can you let go? I think he's close to passing out." Tighnari nods to the pale and mortified man, who just realised that he managed to cross General Mahamatra's way in one of the worst case scenarios possible. The latter one simply frowns and releases his arm, moving closer to his newly proclaimed partner. It was silly to think that he would act as unprofessionally as to use his power to get back at someone for flirting with his loved one, but strangely Cyno wasn't in mood to correct any more misunderstandings tonight.

"There is nothing to tell." He manages before Alhaitham puts his hands on tanned shoulders and pushes matra towards the exit.

"On the contrary, I believe we have much to discuss, my dear, General."

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terabyteturtle · 8 months

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Fighter #01 - Mario

- Mario's actually a great cook! He and Luigi make Italian food every Monday, using tons of delicious recipes they've learned over the years. The bros even have a secret four-cheese pizza recipe that's been passed down within their family. Sometimes, Peach and Daisy help them in the kitchen and taste-test everything to make sure it's perfect.

- Don't tell anyone, but Mario secretly uses fireballs to heat up the pans when no one is looking. He knows it's not the safest thing to do, but hey, it gets the job done quicker.

- He and FLUDD are often in charge of watering the gardens. Sometimes, Mario will hide behind a bush and spray Bowser just because he feels like it. This usually prompts the Koopalings to get revenge by stealing FLUDD and turning it against him.

- Tending to the gardens means spending a lot of time outside, which means Mario has a lot of time to think, which unfortunately also means he's come up with a lot of stupid ideas.

- One of these ideas involved him trying to reach the top of the mansion using FLUDD's Rocket Nozzle. And if that wasn't bad enough, he's tried doing it numerous times. Needless to say, it never ends well. Mario would probably be dead by now if not for FLUDD's quick reflexes.

- He keeps his cape tucked beneath his overalls just in case the younger fighters spontaneously want to play Superheroes. If a game begins, Mario will bust out his cape in the most dramatic way possible.

- He has two piggy banks that he keeps out in the open. Bowser may tease him for it, but how else is he supposed to store all those coins?

- Let's be honest, he probably has more hidden somewhere.

- Wario is super jealous of how much money he has.

- Ever since he visited Bowser's oriental palace, Mario has been really intrigued by Japanese culture. He and Ryu talk a lot about Japan's history and customs together. Mario wants to speak to Kazuya about it too, but is afraid he'll get thrown off a cliff.

- He's very grateful that Kazuya didn't try to kill him at any point in the past and he doesn't want that to change.

- The plumber is reluctant to pay his taxes. He has no idea where his hard-earned coins are going and it worries him.

- Cappy and FLUDD were a little tense around each other at first, but over time, they became best buds.

- If someone asks him "What's up?", he'll respond with "The sky, of-a course!" every single time without fail.

- Every Valentine's Day, Mario gives Peach a bouquet of carnations with an adorable note.

- He used to like brussel sprouts when he was younger, but grew to despise them as time went on. He'll tell the kids to eat them even though he won't eat them himself. (Lucas thinks he's a major hypocrite because of this.)

- Mario played a major role in constructing Smash Mansion.

- He still says "It's-a me, Mario!" despite the fact that everyone knows his name.

- Joker taught him how to do slight of hand and now he can't stop.

- This dude has already planned out his whole wedding. He doesn't know whether or not it'll actually happen, but the plans are tucked safely in his desk drawer if the time ever comes.

- He wants to travel to other fighters' universes because he's genuinely interested in their hometowns and cultures. Not to mention the food; Mario is always down to try new food.

- He'll happily give the other fighters mustache grooming tips despite the fact that almost none of them have mustaches.

- He's the first one called whenever there's a plumbing issue. He's happy to help, but wonders why they can't just get Luigi to do it half the time.

- Mario often listens to music while he works, but sometimes gets a little too distracted by it and ends up having a full karaoke session. Some fighters find this amusing, others think it's super annoying.

- His favorite song is "Lasagna" by Weird Al Yankovic.

- He's amazing at every sport aside from football and anything horse related. He's not that into football (he much prefers soccer) and he has a lot of trouble riding horses. Young Link once tried to teach him how to ride Epona, but that ended up being a disaster.

- Mario rarely ever gets sick. Lucas thinks this is interesting considering he doesn't eat his brussel sprouts.

- He has a strong dislike for anything named Spike. The name alone just brings back bad memories for him.

- He's an undefeated Whack-A-Mole champion.

- Mario still has the W and L emblems from an adventure long past. Sometimes, he'll wear them both just to mess with his brother. Luigi strongly disapproves of this.

- Mario's quite the handyman and is often asked to assist with repairing more than just pipes.

- He and Bowser frequently compete for Peach's affection.

- Spoiler alert - both of them always lose.

- Wario, King K. Rool, and King Dedede are betting to see which one will steal her heart first (Wario bets on Mario and K. Rool bets on Bowser).

- King Dedede is betting on nobody and, so far, it seems like he's winning.

- Mario is always in a cheerful mood, even after he loses a match.

- He and Sonic set up obstacle courses outside sometimes. Usually, their competitive edges get the best of them and they compete to see who can clear the course first.

- These competitions often come with dire penalties for losing.

- One time, they agreed that the loser will have to be the winner's personal butler for the day. Mario lost.

- I'm sure most of you figured this already, but Mario has a pretty high pain tolerance. Once, Bowser kicked him down two flights of stairs and he just got up like nothing happened.

- Mario will never wear his hat on the mansion roof. There was a party on the roof once, and he was standing outside on the balcony when, suddenly, a strong gust of wind knocked his hat off. The poor guy nearly fell over the railing trying to retrieve it. Ever since that incident, Mario refrains from bringing his precious cap up there.

- He and Corrin are in charge of pool maintenance during the summer.

- Mario and Luigi tag team it whenever there are wrestling matches in the Boxing Ring (why wrestling matches are occurring in a boxing ring, nobody knows).

- He loves Princess Peach wholeheartedly and admires her for her bravery during countless negative situations; he's so innocent and pure when it comes to her.

- FLUDD has tons of different nozzles, though only a select few (Default Nozzle, Hover Nozzle, Rocket Nozzle, and Turbo Nozzle) actually have a practical use.

- Sometimes, Yoshi teases him by taking stuff he says too literally. For example, if someone tells him something unbelievable:

"Really? You're-a just pulling my-a leg."

*Yoshi suddenly appears*

"Ow, Yoshi! Stop-a pulling my-a leg!"

Note: Wow, I didn't expect this to come out as long as it did, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Next up is everyone's favorite Kremling-bashing, tie-wearing, banana-loving gorilla!

- His favorite song from the Smash soundtrack is "Jump Up, Super Star!" Not only does it give him tons of motivation, but it's always nice to hear the voice of an old friend.

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