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[nightferns]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Day Two: Masquerade

Felix didn’t think he’d ever be a fan of parties such as this. They were loud, and it was far too easy for someone to sneak in when everyone got so lax. But, well.

For Dimitri he somehow always ended up doing things he wouldn’t normally do.

[piltover-sharpshooter]

◯ - Rescuing them ll Could be Canon or AU's ; your pick, Deary ~♥

Symbol Meme - Affectionate/Nice Edition ◯ - Rescuing them

The explosion had sent her flying off the building, that already was bad enough as she felt two of her ribs break and stab into her organs, but the worse was yet to come as she was now falling into Zaun. With how deep it was, Caitlyn assumed she’d have ten seconds tops.

Taking out a small token with a black rose, she put it close to her face and closed her eyes. “My Matron, please if I’ve ever meant anything to you, please save me, save me--” She was inches away now, she braced herself for the impact and...

Nothing.

She opened her eyes and she found herself in the middle of her wardens, who seemed surprised to see her. Vi rushed to her side, as did the paramedics.

“I don’t get it!” Vi exclaimed, looking at Cait then at the steep hole of Zaun. “I saw you fall! How did you do that?”

Caitlyn opened her mouth to talk, but suddenly noticed something in her pouch. The token she held in her hands moments prior, and... a black rose with red lipstick marks on it.

She smirked as she pulled out the flower, and gave it a kiss.

“Would you believe me if I said it’s all smokes and mirrors?”

@regina-tenebris

[itsybitsyparker]

Adjusting to this was difficult. There was the burning in his throat, the way sunlight blinded him and left his skin red and blistered, sounds were too loud now, smells were too strong and sometimes he felt he was going to explode with all the sensory overload. But then there was Ioan, gentle, comforting Ioan who was always patient with him. Always there to walk him through the tougher parts of being a vampire.

God he loved him. He loved him as much as he’d ever loved his mother, his uncle, his aunt. And maybe more though he’d never dare to admit it to himself. Ioan was solid. He was someone Peter felt he could never lose.

“Mama.” He whispered, mostly to himself as he curled into Ioan’s side. “I love you.”

@drasiediau

[pathoscleaved]

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WESKER LAYS THERE, BASKING IN THE WEEKEND'S LAZY PULL. Alpha team was off, having swapped with Bravo for their mandatory shift change. Chris was over, spending the weekend with him, and for once, Albert let a sense of calm engulf him. The virologist let himself relax, be vulnerable, and had let his guard down completely.

He had fallen asleep on his stomach, a rarity for the man (who often was so alert and wanting to watch the door should any intruders attempt to break in), and he even hugged the expensive pillow as he slept. The crimson sheets pooled around his hips, revealing the small of his back and the patchwork of scars near his spine from his upbringing. Healed lash marks that crawl up to his shoulder blades and down to his pelvis. Albert's skin is clear, more clear than most, save for a single mole at the top of his back, and one that lies underneath his chin. Both hands are tucked under the pillow, arms crossed at the elbows, and he hides his scarred right hand under his left arm. The healed burn is why he wears gloves, as it cuts through his entire palm, a pink patch of skin that is too soft and too sensitive for his liking.

His back lightly rises and falls as he sleeps, face smooshed into the pillow. Spun-gold locks jut out at different angles from the way he thrashed earlier in his rest. No hair gel to keep it in place, Bert's hair is much longer and wavy than it first appears, and falls into his face.

Wesker is protectively protecting his stomach, where the most precious of scars remain: the one he had gotten to save Chris during their time in the Armed Forces.

Most of his body is pushed against Chris's. Albert is almost entirely naked, save for his boxers, and his skin is hot to the touch. Unknowingly, in the middle of the night, Wesker had sought out Chris from across the bed and had pulled him closer, so their bodies met at every intersection they could.

And now, he feels fingers running through his hair, slow and steady, and Bert gives a soft moan in his sleep at the feeling. He chases the touch greedily and only wakes when he feels Chris lean down to kiss his hair, and another kiss to the back of his neck.

"Chris," he hisses, heat sparking low inside of him as goosebumps ripple across his skin, but there's no anger, just a slight shiver from the affection. The captain stares at him for one long moment, and then glacial eyes soften to a sky-blue hue as sunlight filters in through the curtains. "Mornin'," he drawls, accent thicker than usual from grogginess. Unable to keep it so perfect and in-line as he usually does, because he's let all his walls collapse like he's under siege.

Bert rolls into his best man, tucks himself into the other's side, and lays there, listening to his heart beat. One hand moves to swipe across Chris's chest slowly, as if Bert is mapping out his skin.

"How long have you been awake? What time is it?"

[soleillunne]

Alyssa emotionally where we at rn 😞

[spectralscathath]

Elmwood headcanons? :3c

Have some Date Night headcanons!

Listen, cooking together is absolutely by far the biggest date night they have, the two of them working together in the kitchen to make something delicious. It’s great for them, James particularly likes grilling things. He doesn’t need a spatula to flip things (he wears a glove don’t worry, he’s not a heathen)

Also: stargazing. James loves stars, it’s canon you’ve seen his office. Their ideal date is probably going on a hike together, camping out and watching the sky light up with the auroras and the starlight, huddled together by a fire as James tells Elm stories while she roasts marshmallows. Little hard to find safe hiking places in Literal Antarctica, but they’re both very tough and have good supplies, they’ll be fine.

Elm has a picture of James being surrounded by penguins on one of these trips, trying to beg his breakfast off him. 

If they’re out together on the rare occasions when they aren’t busy and Elm sees a new restaurant with something interesting advertised, she will use her semblance and plant herself there until James agrees to go in and try it with her. She does this particularly if they advertise milkshakes, because while James runs on vitamin shakes and coffee (peppermint mocha, three shot, four sugars, extra whip), he has a sweet tooth and she wants to make sure that he can get something nice as well.

Elm is really graceful, a lot more than people think at first glance. James is graceful in his own way, but he has occasionally got some minor problems with weight distribution. What I’m saying is, one time they decided it’d be romantic to go to the ice skating rink and do all that cute couple stuff. 

They are now banned from the ice skating rink 

Mainly James

a floor of solid ice vs one absolute unit of a man who’s made of probably titanium on one side who will win 

(it wasn’t the floor)

Elm took a solidarity ban

If they weren’t both workaholics who were constantly busy, they’d definitely be visiting every animal shelter in Atlas and Mantle, trying to find a pet to give a proper home to. Still, sometimes in the aftermath of a Grimm attack, Elm will find a stray and James will graciously let it live in his office until they can rehome it. 

Elm would one day love to drag James on a vacation to the beaches of Southern Vale. It’s an ongoing campaign because James ‘I’ll vacation when I’m dead’ Ironwood is a stubborn bastard. 

Late night walks in the park are one of their few constant date staples, if only because James tries to be romantic and walk her home after a long day. She appreciates it a lot. Invites him in because she knows he'd probably try pull an all-nighter and go back to work if she didn't.

[notafossil]

three word starters || accepting || @dissolvedshadows​

“you’re my favorite.”

      He feels a small smile pull the edges of his lips upwards as he reaches forward, fingers curling around her hips to pull her closer.  ❝ Oh yeah? That’s quite the title, Ana. ❞ He tilts his head forward, kissing her softly.  ❝ You’re my favorite too, you know. ❞