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[yunwooz]

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[dear-yandere]

In the harbinger shared darling au who do you think would be the first to fall in love and who do you think would take the longest amount of time?

aahhh what an interesting question!!! let’s see...

childe is the first to fall in love. you remind him so much of his siblings, fragile little beings in constant need of his love and protection. he is a man with little interest in romance, so his love for darling is fueled in large part by an existing love he has for his siblings, as he sees them in darling. it’s only when darling’s presence in his life begins making him feel...different does he realize that perhaps this isn’t the type of love he thought he felt. his desire to ruin them, to betray their trust and bind darling to him in a way that the other harbingers can’t, is one that makes him the most dangerous of the harbingers. his morals are so low that it makes you wonder how far he’ll go to make you his.

arlecchino is a close second. she does not let others in easily, but the moment she saw you, all she could feel was pity. as the days turned to weeks, that pity did not fade, because no matter how you’d managed to capture the harbingers’ affections, you are nothing more than a normal, pathetically weak civilian. you remind her so much of the abused and abandoned kids that end up in her orphanage... except you are not afforded the luxuries they are. they are free to grow and to learn, to find family and forge friendships, to go and come as they please so long as they pledge their lives to the tsaritsa. but you... all she can describe you as is a bird trapped in a small, rounded cage. your world is so small, and she wants nothing more than to steal you away to a world where you can be hers, one where you are always under her control and her constant watch.

dottore takes the longest to fall in love because he finds the purpose of love useless. it is an emotion that compels lifeforms to act recklessly and selflessly, and while those parameters do have a place in his research, they disgust him. what dottore feels for you isn’t love, but rather a fond affection like one might have for an amusing pet. losing you wouldn’t damage him too much (he’d miss you of course, but he’d never admit it), and dottore has little willpower to constantly fight for your attentions or affections like the others. his love for darling is more akin to a platonic love, one whose company he can tolerate where he can talk about whatever he sees fit. just.. don’t be fooled. platonic love or not, dottore doesn’t care if his actions come off as anything resembling ‘romantic love’ (which, to your bewilderment, sometimes does). you are something he keeps around for his own curiosity and amusement, nothing more than an experiment for his sick fantasies. the bruises and gauze on your body prove that much.

overall, i think the order would go like this:

childe

arlecchino

columbina

pantalone

scaramouche / pierro *

sandrone

capitano

dottore

outside of childe and arlecchino who fall in “love” with you almost instantly, the harbingers merely feel an intense obsession with darling (columbina, dottore, pierro, childe, scaramouche) or desire to control them (pantalone, sandrone, arlecchino, capitano). the first to truly fall “in love” with darling, at least by the definition of putting darling’s needs above their own, is arlecchino, but even she is a control freak who would slowly descend back into her perfectionism once darling is safely within her control.

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* scaramouche and pierro do fall in love... but their love isn’t love for you.

in scaramouche’s case, his ‘love’ is one of delusion and hatred... paradoxically so. he does not ‘love’ you for any genuine feelings, though it isn’t quite true to say he doesn’t harbor any genuine affections for you either. sometimes, he finds himself feeling... at peace within your arms. as if the outside world fades away and nothing more can harm him again. but even then, he does not love you, because all you are is a vessel through which he can maybe, possibly, come to love himself.

in pierro’s case, he harbors a love that existed long before you did, a love he held so dearly for his family and his lover of a time long past, a love he never thought he could indulge in again. after all, do failures deserve love? he finds that answer in you, because sometimes you remind him of those happier times. it’s almost as if you’re a stand-in for the people he lost, so one couldn’t possibly call this love. more of an infatuation with who he sees you as or who he wants you to be.

[comphersjost]

HEAR ME OUT tyson jost... as your ex... fucking u in the bathroom of a party... calling you a brat (his brat?) xoxo

THE LOML ?? BUT MAKE IT DARK??? IM READY (def ooc tys)

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“fuck, you feel so good, missed this so much.”

a high pitched whine escapes your throat as tyson’s hips meet your ass with a crude smack echoing in the bathroom.

“shh, shh, shh,” he croons mockingly, “wouldn’t want anyone to catch us, would you?”

you gasp and shake your head frantically, reaching up to cover your own mouth with one hand, the other reaching behind you with your fingers splayed out over tyson’s stomach.

the bathroom counter is starting to warm up from where you’re pressed against it, tyson’s hands gripping your hips so tight he left bruises.

“ah ah ah,” he chides, grabbing your wrists and pinning them roughly behind your back. “did i say you could do that?”

“n-ah-no,” you whimper softly, unable to help the moan that escapes you when his cock nudges against your sweet spot.

“oh, right there?” he growls, hips shift back and then forwards again to hit the same spot. he laughs when you keen and arch your back. “fucking brat.”

you whine again, unable to stay quiet on your own, “please, please, let me - i can’t - fuck - i can’t -”

tyson buries his cock to the hilt in your cunt before releasing your wrists. his fingers wind through your hair and yank you up until your back was arched against his chest. the new angle makes you sob, a sneer pulling a tyson’s face when you do.

“little brat can’t do what she’s told, hm? that’s okay, i can keep you quiet, i’ll take care of you.”

his tone is dark, making you shiver, but the underlying promise is obvious.

i’ll take care of you.

the hand in your hair falls to you hip, the other sliding up your sternum to your throat, fingers curling around your neck. you let out a small whine at the pressure, before tyson squeezes and the sound is cut off.

with no warning he resumes his thrusts, the tip of his cock pounding at a spot inside you that was sending you careening towards the edge. you try to tell him, to warn him that you’re almost there, but his hold on your throat makes it so that all you can do is take short gasps of air.

he doesn’t need you to tell him, anyway, tyson knows your body like the back of his hand, sometimes better than you do.

“that’s it, is my little brat gonna come?” he coos, hand snaking around your hip to rub your clit in tight circles. “do you deserve it? brats don’t get to come, do they baby?”

his eyes are piercing yours in the mirror, everything is too much, and you can only hope that your eyes convey to him all the begging you would do if you could afford to be loud.

“fuck,” tyson hisses as you clench around him, just a second away from falling off the edge, “my little fucking brat, hm? you’re lucky i’m feeling so generous, gonna make you cum all over my cock, baby.”

you let out a choked moan and nod frantically, digging your nails into his forearm as your orgasm hits. tyson murmurs filth into your ear as you cum, extending your bliss with ever snap of his hips. low groans and growls leave him as the walls of your cunt tighten impossibly around his cock. he lets go of your neck and pushes you back down on the counter with a hand on your back, thrusting one, two, three more times before burying himself as deep as he can and freezing there, rope after rope of his cum filling your spent pussy.

the heat spreading inside you adds to your daze, a blissed out expression on your face. the feeling of tyson’s warm mouth trailing up your spine and over your shoulders makes you smile despite yourself.

he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth and affectionately murmurs, “together or not, you’re my little brat.”

[artemisocs]

I love Jaesella and Aemarys but I need an oc to ship with Daemon too...

[loveyouhomex]

My love @i--am-ironman asked me to think about the concept of sewis' first date and babe, you obviously get what you ask for (thank you for taking pity on me haha) 🧡

So Lewis was obviously the one asking Seb out. It happened when they stood on the podium together after a close win for Lewis, smiling, laughing, Seb spraying most of the champagne over Lewis' head with that gorgeous bright smile on his face and Lewis didn't even register he was blurting out the words to ask Seb out on a date. Max quickly turned away, the tips of his ears glowing red and Seb was so confused for a moment that he just stared at Lewis for a few seconds, before nodding his head, grinning like an idiot. It still took them about five weeks before they found a day where both of them could do, made only harder because Seb literally never checks his phone and Lewis had to ask Britta for his hotel number to knock and ask Seb if he was free the next night. Sebastian obviously thought it was endearing as hell.

The next evening, Lewis waited in front of Seb's door again, so nervous that he couldn't stay still, fumbling on the seam of his shirt. Sebastian was a bit more calm, but don't make a mistake, he was nervous as well. He's been pining for Lewis for at least three years now and where the Brit was openly nervous, Sebastian’s nervousness shone through his loud and never ending stream of words stumbling out of his mouth. Lewis only smiled at that though and when they finally areived at the restaurant, where Lewis had made sure they had a secluded place, Seb has grown more calm and confident.

They had most of their dinner in silence, not because they didn't know what to talk about, but because they couldn't stop smiling at each other and when Seb ordered dessert for both of them, he nearly jumped when he felt Lewis' hand on his knee. Lewis asked him about his favourite place in Switzerland, Seb asked Lewis about his favourite park in New York and sometime during that his hand found its way on top of Lewis', their fingers intertwining. It madr both their hearts beat so fast that they feared the whole restaurant would be able to hear it, but it stayed between the two of them.

Lewis insisted on paying even though Sebastian gave him an exasperated look and the German made sure he pays for the taxi back to their hotel room. They had to let go of each other once they got out of the cab, but they stayed close, their shoulders brushing when Lewis brought Seb back to his room. They both stood in front of the door for a few seconds, too shy to actually look into each others eyes, before Lewis took a step forward and gave Seb that sweet smile where the dimples in his cheeks get visible. The smile that Seb would love to wake up to every morning. And when Lewis asked him in a low voice if he's allowed to kiss him, Seb could only nod, his hands immediately finding their way into Lewis' hair, his heart nearly stopping when he finally feels Lewis' lips against his own. They didn't go much further that night, however, and when Lewis bade him goodnight and stepped away, the butterflies in Seb's stomach came alive every time Lewis turned around before he entered the lift to get up on his floor. And because Sebastian was not a fan of not texting the other person for three days, he typed a messages to Lewis before he even entered his room, telling him how much he enjoyed the date and that he can't wait for the next one.

[midsumner]

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