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I love thinking about how at some point, purely on instinct, Sylus would start building a nest. Like—he doesn’t even think about it, he just starts collecting all the little things you like and arranging them super carefully in the corner of the living room. You stared too long at a pendant in a store but said no when he offered to buy it? Yeah, he definitely went back for it and put it right in the center of the table. Left a hoodie or some other piece of clothing at his place? It’s already sitting in that same corner on the softest pillow he owns. Every tiny thing that ever caught your attention ends up there.

What does frustrate him, though, is that most of the stuff you like is… kind of cheap. He wants to give you the whole world, his entire hoard of treasures—and yet you’re out here looking at little trinkets, bottles with cute prints, and random shiny bits. So he tries to balance it out. Adds a couple rare gems. Some rare weapons. And definitely a lot more soft, cozy things.

He’d never come out and say, “this is a nest I made for you,” but he’s absolutely hoping you’ll go there on your own. He wants you to get it. It feels ridiculous to him, but he literally can’t help it—it’s pure instinct. And he will get upset if you ignore it. He won’t say anything, but he’ll get quiet and broody. You hurt his feelings. That’s serious.

But if you do notice your hoodie and walk over there, he’ll watch your reaction so closely. And once you’re there? He’s not letting you leave. He’s going to point at every single item and tell you exactly why it’s there.

He tried really hard to make it not seem weird, okay? And honestly, if you ignore the mountain of pillows and blankets, the clothes, weapons, jewelry, and all the random stuff you like—it’s actually a pretty cozy corner. There’s a soft chair. Warm lights. It’s a vibe. Please sit there. He’d be so, so happy.

part 2 🌸

I think Infinite cries in private when thinking in his family of mercenaries... If he even remembers them 🤔

Andrew’s breathing stays even. his fingers rest loosely at Neil’s elbow, at his waist, grounding him as Neil tries his hardest to leave a mark. If hickeys are just burst blood vessels, then his job should be simple — just enough pressure to make them surface. what’s so hard about it, if Andrew can leave a whole constellation of them on him overnight? but… Neil pulls back slightly, blinking in surprise at the bright red mark blooming against Andrew’s skin. It almost slips out, it worked, but the moment he looks away for even a second, the color fades right before his eyes. A quiet, disappointed sigh. “It’s gone…” Andrew’s palm slides lazily over his thigh as he says, completely casual, “You’re not sucking enough.” (a joke? a hint?)

Neil knows he’s doing something wrong, he must be, but then the second meaning settles in, slow and heavy, and he pauses. he lifts his head from studying Andrew’s skin and looks straight into those unreadable eyes. “…Really?” he blurts. “Should I try again?” there’s a slight raise of an eyebrow in response. and oh.. Andrew forgets that Neil takes things like this seriously. and yes, his competitive nature will drive him to prove the opposite. and it’s best not to even think about exactly where. Andrew’s hand slips under Neil’s t-shirt, tracing along the scarred line of his waist, and Neil arches instinctively, settling more comfortably against Andrew’s thighs.

Hello Chaos!! <)

I've got some notes for a Style headcanon. It's fluff. Not finished, but you get the idea.

For Stenny, I might do something similar too.

Plot: You're new to school. You're trying to turn over a new leaf in your life. However, the school bully Drake decides to become a part of your life. He's obsessed with you. You're his only one and no one will come between you.

Warning: violence, blood, bullying, Yandere, unhealthy love, obsessionobsession

P.S Drake is a character in my book The Angel of Death. (I don't speak English, I'm sorry for the mistakes.)

In the cramped school corridors, there was only one whispered warning: avoid Drake. Don't look his way. Don't let him catch your eye. Drake Russell was the resident bully. He kept the entire school in a state of fear. Students tried to avoid crossing paths with Drake and his gang, and even teachers turned a blind eye to his antics. His name was whispered with a tremor in their knees. Drake possessed a captivating beauty, a scorching audacity, and an undeniable power that everyone bowed to. A single glance from his dark eyes seemed capable of piercing one's very soul…

Y/N had only moved here a week ago, tired of the noisy metropolis and wanting to find some peace. You were a quiet, slightly shy, but very kind and open girl who tried not to attract too much attention to herself. The new school turned out to be the same as all the others. You started your life with a clean slate: a new home, a new school, new friends… However, like everyone else, you avoided Drake and his company. Just one look from him and an unpleasant shiver would instantly run down your body. You wanted to sink through the floor, just to hide from him… But no matter how hard you tried not to attract his attention, no matter how low you lowered your gaze, just to become invisible to him, you always felt his piercing gaze on you.

Monday morning. You realize with horror that you are slightly late for school. You quickly get dressed, grab your backpack and, refusing your mom's breakfast, run to the front door. Only you didn't expect to meet Drake near your house. He was standing by his black motorcycle, smoking a cigarette. At that moment, you wanted to open your eyes and realize that it was all nothing more than a dream. A figment of your imagination. — "Gonna keep undressing me with your eyes all day? Get on and let's go," — the dark-haired hooligan ordered, exhaling a cloud of smoke. — "Where?" — you nervously asked Drake, cursing yourself for the tremor in your voice. — "To school, where else?" — Drake replied. — "You shouldn't have… I… I can get there myself…" — as gently as possible, to avoid incurring the wrath of the hooligan, you tried to decline his offer. — "Did I ask if you wanted a ride or not? I said: 'Get on and let's go!'" — Drake said, throwing his cigarette butt on the ground and stomping it out. A chill ran down your spine at his tone. You slowly walked towards the motorcycle, Drake handed you a helmet. Settling in behind the dark-haired guy, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him. Drake started the engine, and you sharply pulled away from the spot in the direction of the school. When you arrived and Drake stopped the motorcycle, you hurriedly got off and, taking off the helmet, returned it to Drake.

— "Thank you," — you quietly thanked the dark-haired guy. — "You're welcome… From today on, I'm driving you to and from school… And I won't tolerate any objections, doll," — Drake stated as a fact, adjusting his black leather jacket. You looked at him with wide eyes, as if he had just grown a second head, unable to believe what you were hearing. Your whole world, so calm and predictable just a week ago, was now crumbling under this guy's pressure. You ran out of Drake's sight as quickly as you could, but your nightmare was only just beginning… This week became hell for you… In just one instant, all your friends distanced themselves from you. Everyone you used to talk to walked past you with their heads down, as if they didn't know you. As if you didn't exist. Your friends, with whom you always had lunch, talked during breaks, now ran away from you, excusing themselves with lots of business and promises to talk later… lies… You didn't understand the reason for the change in Drake's behavior. His gaze, his dark eyes, was always focused only on you. He didn't look at any other girl that way. It was as if you were the only person in the whole world. The way his hands unusually gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, the way he grabbed your hands, ordering you to hold on tighter, the way he left gifts for you on your desk and in your school locker… insignificant, but which made your heart skip a beat. You remember discovering a velvet black box, inside which was a silver chain with a heart pendant, where Drake's and your initials were engraved. An ordinary piece of jewelry, but it was a symbol that you belonged to him and only him. Flashes of memories were still flashing in your memory… There was a new guy in your class, he was so friendly to you… You were lonely. You forgot about Drake and everything else. You quickly found common ground. It seemed to you that he was your soulmate… your salvation. You started talking, had lunch together, spent time together, exchanged phone numbers… For a moment, Drake disappeared from your sight. It seemed to you that he had left you alone… played enough and thrown you away like an unwanted toy. He was the school bully. His style was to bully, to make people afraid…

Or how Alastor grabs Vox by the collar and he reacts as if it's completely normal