Rules: Use this generator to generate a quote for your characters and share as many as you like! Tag whoever you want to.
Tagging: @gisellasmoonflower @amlovelies @ninanirina @sosolenoo (no pressure!) and anyone else who wants to join 🥰
Emma x Li x Sebastian (speaker)
Li: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.
Emma, blushing: Okay.
Sebastian: It's fucking summer.
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Emma: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Sebastian's birthday invitations.
Li: Well, what are they supposed to say?
Emma: "Sebastian's birthday".
Li: So, what do they say instead?
Emma: "Sebastian’s bi".
Li:
Li: Works out either way
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Li: Sebastian isn’t answering my messages.
Emma: Allow me.
Li: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-
Sebastian: *replying to message* Hello.
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Emma x Cerise (@gisellasmoonflower oc <3)
Emma: Are you a cuddler?
Cerise: I'm a machine of death and destruction.
Emma:
Cerise: ...Yeah, I'm a cuddler.
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Emma: Help! I’m drowning!
Cerise: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!
Emma: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!
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Emma: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.
Cerise: That's great, Emma. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.
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Luca x Ed (blood moon)
Ed: I’m in love with you.
Luca: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.
Ed: I know.
Luca: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-
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Luca: So you like cats?
Ed: Yeah.
Luca: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*
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Evan x Marco (blood moon)
Evan: Do you want to know your gay name?
Marco: My... my gay name?
Evan: Yeah, it's your first name-
Marco: Haha. Very funny Evan-
Evan: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.
Marco: Oh- oh my god.
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Evan: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!
Marco: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.
Evan: Stop.
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Dilovan x Carrie (blood moon)
Carrie: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?
Dilovan: Aww-
Carrie: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!
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Dilovan: My hands are cold.
Carrie: Here, let me hold them.
Dilovan: My lips are cold too.
Carrie: *covers Dilovan's mouth with their hand*
Prompt: secret kiss
Pairing: Dilovan x Chani ( @sosolenoo oc, thanks for letting me borrow her!!💕)
Rating: G
Words: 1321
Summary: Dilovan and Chani share a tranquil moment under the moon (here’s a link to their beautiful art 🥰)
Bright lights, warm laughs, and cheerful music. It was the kind of scene Dilovan enjoyed being in the most. His group of friends gathered near the pool, beer cans in hand and smiles on their faces, and Dilovan strolled happily towards them, head bagging at the music, fingers cracking absent-minded at the tempo.
The evening was surprisingly chilly even on that spring’s night and Dilovan hugged his denim jacket tightly, his long brown hair caressing his face with the wind, his friend laughed a bit louder when a few locks ended up inside his mouth.
Dilovan bumped shoulders with them as retaliation, their glass of alcohol dangerously close to spilling but they saved at the last second with their other hand.
“Be more careful, man.”
“You deserved it,” both of them laughed. The easy jokes continued for a bit until his eyes drifted off to the scene.
He started scanning the backyard discovering some familiar faces and others not so much. There’s one in particular he didn’t seem to find, though.
Chani, the one he was most excited to see tonight.
After his friend gave him an unhelpful shrug as to where her whereabouts were, Dilovan decided to look after her himself. She has promised she would be here and Chani has never lied to him, not once.
Not long after he found her on the terrace, – or actually the roof, there was hardly any distinction between the two – blond and pink messy braids dancing in the wind, a secret smile gracing her face. And Dilovan just stood there, admiring her profile, how the light of the crescent moon shone around her small frame.
Such a strange thing, seeing her alone at a party – being someone who enjoyed social gatherings as much as him – although Dilovan was almost grateful if only because he got to see her like this. Chani could create a place of her own whatever she went, her own little bubble as warm and comforting as a hearth in the cold winter, Dilovan hoped she’d allow him to accompany her.
He took a few steps forward but before he could clear his throat, Chani’s gray eyes were on him, a beaming smile blinding him. Werewolf hearing, of course.
“You came.”
“I didn’t find you downstairs. What, too many people?”
Chani laughed easily, shaking her head, “Music’s too loud. The smell of everybody too.”
“Ah, of course.”
The majority of the time enhanced senses had their benefits, but other times, for example, if you felt especially sensitive, they were more of a downside.
Chani looked up at him, craning her head, her hands resting on the floor while smirking.
“You know you can sit, right?
Dilovan blinked then laughed. He was distracted that night, too many thoughts, feelings swarming through his head.
He took a seat next to her, feet dangling over the edge, the breeze even chillier up there and Dilovan idly wondered if that was why goosebumps raised over his skin instead of Chani’s warm arm brushing over his. He was not a fool though and it was becoming more and more difficult to pretend his feelings for her were merely platonic.
Chani sighed, raising her hand to her face. “I didn’t even have time to paint my nails.” The chipped, pink nail polish partially decorated her nails greeted him, and his mouth spoke before he could even think about it.
“I have nail polish on my bag, you know? I did my nails when I arrived.”
Chani grinned, almost catlike. She looked at his fingers, then his face.
“You wouldn’t happen to have pink nail polish, would you?”
Dilovan chuckled, feeling a little self-conscious all of the sudden, a hand going to the back of his neck, cheeks heating up. “I do, actually, I brought one last week.”
He never liked pink that much, not for himself anyway, he favored other colors; the bright orange of a fruit, the deep blue of the ocean, the beautiful petal of an African violet. But pink, now he associated the color with Chani; with her shirts and her hoodies, and her beautiful soft hair, with salmon painted lips and the loveliest smile Dilovan has ever seen. And of course, her hands, small and soft despite the roughness of her calloused, guitar-playing fingers, nails always painted in a fun color and pink was one of them.
He has started liking the color and maybe that’s why he bought it, to think of her when he used it.
Chani beamed at him and he ended up going after his bag, both deciding to stay there, the place allowing them enough light for the task as well as the privacy they sought.
Her palm was small against his, his grip gentle around her hand, tempted to run a thumb across her skin, fair skin in contrast with his golden brown, black nails painting pink ones. He didn’t though, not sure their relationship was in that state yet.
Yet.
He wanted it to be, wanted to be able to caress her knuckles, to kiss her freckles and the tip of her nose, to hear her laughter near his ear on a sunny morning, to have her gray, bright eyes pinning him in place, unable to look away.
She was looking at him, he could feel her gaze, and when his eyes found hers, she immediately looked away, gaze concentrating on their jointed hands, faint red dusting her cheeks.
Chani chuckled and, unless Dilovan’s mind was deceiving him, it sounded a bit strained. “I thought you hated pink.”
“Hey, never said I hated it. It’s just not my color.”
“What made you change your mind then?”
It was obvious, wasn’t it? the quiet tone in Chani’s voice indicated that maybe she already knew the answer.
Dilovan shrugged trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. “Well… there’s this one little person who likes pink very much. It’s not her favorite color but she used it often enough to convince me it doesn’t look that bad.”
Chani laughed, cheeks brighter in the fluorescent light. “Glad to be of service.”
They made eye contact, and for a moment they stayed there without looking away sharing a secret smile, the moment intimate. And maybe Dilovan squeezed her hand and maybe she squeezed back just as softly.
The sudden cheers and louder music from downstairs broke their shared stare, the pair of eyes looking at the sound. Dilovan’s heartbeat running a mile a minute still, and he was praying to no one in particular that his hands didn’t start to shake.
“Looks like they’re having fun without us,” his laugh sounded strained and nervous but before he could kick himself for being so obvious Chani’s mellow voice banished his worries.
“Let them. I prefer to be here with you.”
That got him to look at her again. Reassurance and a soft smile were there as well as another question. “And you? You want to go downstairs?”
“No. No, I… I like being here with you. Love it, actually.”
She gave his hand another squeeze and Dilovan was sure Chani was going to be the death to him, his heart trying to escape his chest to meet her.
Carefully, Chani moved her hand in his, minding the freshly painted nails, and wrapped her fingers around his hand before bringing it to her lips. She pressed a soft kiss to his knuckle, warmth flowed from his cheeks to his ears, breath hitched in his throat.
“Thank you,” a whisper against his skin.
“For what?”
He whispered back, not sure if she could hear him.
“For being here tonight.”
‘I’ll always be with you if you’ll have me’ he wanted to answer but words failed him. Instead, he took her other hand and mirrored her movement, her skin cold in contrast with his lips.
No other words were needed. It’s just the two of them under the crescent moon and stars.
hii !!! if you're taking the oc relationship asks,
1, 12 & 13 for Dilovan & Carrie?
Hii alps thank you so much!!💚
1. What were their first impressions of one another?
Dilovan was immediately sympathetic. She was so scared, and even though she acted aggressive and violent towards them he felt connected, remembering he was in the same place once; alone, packless, close to the moon. He wanted to help her like Alek did with him.
Carrie was, understandably, very wary of him, but I don’t think she had thought so much of him when they first met, given the situation. I imagine was glad Dilovan decided to take her to see their Alpha instead of killing her lol
12. What would they say each other’s worst quality is?
How harsh Carrie can be with her words. Dilovan loves her honesty but sometimes, the way she says whats on her mind can be too aggressive for him. He’s a sensitive guy and wishes Carrie would choose her words more carefully sometimes.
Dilovan’s conflict averse attitude. He’s honest with his feelings but bottle up the things that bother him, which tend to cause arguments later on.
13. What would they say each other’s best quality is?
For Dilovan is Carrie’s honesty (yeah I know it kind of contradict the last question but bear with me lol). It reassures him, he knows Carrie is not pretending to like him (like other people did in the past), she loves him and show him in her own unique way <3
For Carrie is Dilovan’s kindness. He’s gentle, caring and patient, and is willing to help her in whatever she needs. He made her feel like home when she didn’t have anybody else.
