#imamwolf

always a fan of lazy good morning kisses and one of em just tucking up against the others bare body. intimacy in nakedness that isnt inherently sexual, just blissful closeness and security

clumsy sleep-addled morning routine? breakfast together? the Domesticity of bk knowing how dk likes his meal cooked?

it is DEEPLY funny to me that both asks i got responding to this are ESSENTIALLY THE SAME CONCEPT... i Am supposedly making a cinder/em/merc/neo Fuck Around And Find Out fic because it IS my niche and it must be done but also i didn’t ask for ppl to Say It dsfhgsdghjfksdf

SO BASICALLY DEAD ON... in fact. have a snippet! of SAID FIC:

Another thud echoes from the back of the truck, the whole thing wobbling slightly, and it takes all of Cinder’s strength not to headbutt the horn. “Is that fucker trying to kick out my lights? Swear to the gods—”

“Person behind us is texting and idling,” Emerald reports cheerfully after a quick glance back. “She’s not paying attention.”

It’s a small blessing, which becomes a bigger blessing when the truck can roll forwards a few metres. The next person at the intercom is gesticulating wildly, and Cinder’s not sure how they have so much energy at two-eleven in the morning. “What do you want again, Em?”

Emerald doesn’t even have to think about it. “Half-pound chicken burger with curly fries and a strawberry shake. And their special recipe hot sauce.”

Both Cinder and Mercury make a disgusted noise at that, and Emerald ducks her head as Cinder grimaces. “Seriously? That hot sauce tastes like shit and you know it! It’s so bad!”

“It’s bad! I know! But it works so well with the fries!”

“Horseshit,” Mercury spits with real venom, halfway through sitting up just to whap at Emerald’s bare shoulder. “If I want the flavour sensation of pain and nothing else I’d just go lick the devil’s fuckin’ asscrack—”

“I don’t need flavour, shithead—” Emerald swats them back, and from the trunk comes the same bang bang bang, Cinder pressing on the accelerator with an exhausted sigh. “Don’t need flavour when we got curly fries—”

“Children. Children!” Cinder barks when Emerald fully turns in her seat to try and grapple with Mercury’s legs, and they yelp, reaching forwards to shove at her. “Children, I swear to the gods if you don’t sit straight right now I am turning this truck around—”

“Hi, welcome to O’Donnell’s Burger Shack, home of the double-pounder beef bonanza, can I take your order?”

Cinder’s emergency slam on the brake causes everything to jostle forwards, Emerald nearly flying right into the airbag, but before either of her companions can offer up a variety of swears, Cinder lowers the window all the way down and hangs out of it with a smile, as if there was an actual person stood in front of her. “Hey, good morning! Nice night for a midnight snack, huh?”

There’s a little pause. “Sure is, ma’am. What can I get for you today?”

Mercury’s Scroll is shoved through the gap between Cinder’s headrest and the open window, and Cinder squints at the overly bright screen before looking down to a group of highlighted selections. “Alright, gonna be a big one. Got a pen and paper ready?”

Especially when it came to the case of a certain cat Faunus. They’d been dating for a few years now, only a couple of years since their graduation from Beacon, but it still felt like a lifetime ago to her. Things were much different then, the therapy session bills are proof of that much. 2/3

But the scars and tattoos that decorate her skin make her feel alive and loved, they are a reminder that she has lived and danced and breathed and loved under the warmth of the sun and the gentle glow of the moon. Things aren’t perfect, they probably will never be but that’s okay, because she’s trying her best, and that’s all she can ask for. 3/3