holiday drabbles 3/9
can't stop thinking about winter kisses with levi.
like imagine how rosy his cheeks would be, the slight hint of red on the tip of his nose, and how your exhales would be visible in the cold winter air.
how warm and soft his lips would feel when compared to how cold it was outside. you'd both be bundled up, feeling warm and cozy despite the weather around you, just by being next to each other, and especially once he pulled you in and planted his lips against yours.
the whiteness of the snow would contrast with his raven black hair, and his eyes would have a hint of softness to them that indicated affection instead of the tired and passively irritated look that usually accompanies his gaze.
levi's never a fan of pda so kissing outside was a rare occurrence, and when it did occur, it was fleeting at best. however, your time outside during winter was different, although this was at least partially due to the fact that there were less people outside in general.
but a larger part was just how warm you felt both internally and externally when you felt his soft lips gently pressing up against yours, with his hands cupping your cheeks as he held you close.
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I think it's perfectly reasonable for Halsin to be adamantly against being in the same camp as Minthara. God forbid a man who had a horrible experience with drow in the past (and still doesn't project it on all other drow, which is pretty telling given how being wary of drow is acceptable in Faerun) not to be able to trust someone who imprisoned him, tortured him and was very vocal on invading his home and killing his entire family.
So no, Halsin isn't "ruined" by that development. He has his boundaries too. When it's only he who is attacked physically or emotionally, he may brush it off and endure. But when it's people he feels responsible for, he won't back down.
Kind people aren't all-forgiving. They have their limits - and having the lives of people they care about threatened by an invader is such a limit.
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Passar o dia com seu melhor amigo Armin é tão perfeito... dar risadas, jogar um game no PC dele, ver novelas da tarde comendo bolo recém assado enquanto toma café (isso é muito costume brasileiro mas o headcanon é meu umnn... eu estou morrendo. Então como se já não bastasse, subir para o quarto para compartilhar segredos, fofocar, estudar, ler livros juntos, rir como quem não quer nada com nada. E para finalizar a tarde, depois quando o o soninho bater.... deitar juntos em sua cama macia e cheirosa e tirarmos um cochilo juntos. A casa está limpa e a tarefa da faculdade está feita então?? Vamos dormir kkkkk. ((este cara paga de sério na frente das outras pessoas. Armin se faz de sério, estudioso e responsável, mas para você, ele é extremamente doce, carinhoso e moleque!!??? Ele ama rir, é um cringe ambulante e age feito um chiclete que não desgruda. Quando à sós, principalmente em seu quarto ou no dele, Armin ama dar abraços e cheiros no pescoço. Beijos na bochecha, carinhos no cabelo, apertar as mãos e damnn ele é tão gay para isso... Juras de amor e "eu te amo" saem da boca dele com frequência. Armin diz que é platônico mas não acredite nas mentiras dele!!!!!!!
((I still don't know if I'm going to create professional art profile here on tumblr, so I left my twt and Instagram profiles where I'll be posting this art. Here on tumblr I only have nsfw profile and not sfw so I'll be posting right here even unintentionally 🥲🥲))
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(Before Y'all Read: HEAVILY SUGGESTIVE CONTENT AHEAD)
The jolts of electricity running through his organic tissue were the only thing keeping him fully conscious at this point.
Very painfully, of course; but he'd take that over drowning.
It burned terribly, maddeningly, and his muscles tensed and jerked without him having any say over it. To admit the excitement the sensation stirred in him would have been mortifying, once, many years ago; but everybody had gotten their turn at it, and he could read in their faces the truth of the matter, and while a hilarious sense of decor still dictated nobody mention a word of it he knew his pleasured reaction was not an exception, but the rule.
Just enough time to get a gasp of air, and water was again washing over his face.
The voice came garbled near his head, strange and distorted by the liquid. The muffled sound couldn't hide the desperate snarling want within it, and the lack of air against his neck couldn't hide the intensity of those groans and pants.
One could have almost said it was nuzzling, what Ehlek was doing against his chin; one could have almost said there was something amorous about all of this.
One could have said his sharp teeth itching to bite his throat was a sign of love.
Clearly, one had never met the Barraki before.
He grasped the water dweller's wrist as tight as he could the very moment his lungs began burning from lack of air, hastily requesting to break through the surface before he passed out - which would have certainly caused the encounter to take on a disturbing necrophilic tone he wasn't particularly keen on allowing.
A clawed hand grasped the back of his neck as its twin did the same for his hip: just as the cold air met the creases in his armor again and his mouth opened wide to greedily take in as much of that sweet venom as he could, a lightning bolt lurched through him with a loud guttural shriek, tearing any last remnants of oxygen from his body as he let out a strangled sound nothing short of absolutely obscene.
He remained held up like that, by that trembling hand that so easily could have crushed his throat, dazed and stunned by the terrifyingly effective concoction brewed from electricity and coital bliss like a Gukko hit by a rock, for an amount of time that would have certainly put his life at risk.
But nothing struck to kill him.
He was laid down gently by that trembling limb on a thinner torso, face ever so slightly out of the water, just enough to be submerged, and allowed to slowly regain his breath. His entire body ached; warmth pooled inside him.
Claws sank into his flesh.
"The sea," Ehlek murmured, exhausted.
He gave a questioning grunt, still incapable of properly speaking beyond a hiss.
Ehlek rubbed his nose against the strong neck, submerged just enough so that he wouldn't need to leave any part of his face above the water; his fangs scraped against the exposed muscle, opening ever so slightly as though he were still looking to leave a mark, to tear him into submission, to taste his blood, the blood of a peer, the blood of a conqueror, the blood of a being perfect enough to deserve near total control over the known universe.
"I want the sea," he whispered; his gills gurgled lightly as he breathed deeply through them. "I want the seas, and everything within them... All mine... All mine..."
The claws digging deeper into his leg made his partner hiss in a pain close enough to ecstasy. An equally bloodthirsty hand reached to cup the water dweller's nape within it - pressing enough to pierce through what little flesh it could find to repay him with the same delectable anguish, making the other shudder and growl and hold onto the body in his arms tighter.
It might have been a surprise, that to convince a warlord into joining a revolution to seize power over everything they'd had to resort to a frankly astronomical dosage of such delightful torture; but then again, what else could sway a creature as anxious as him? And what else could make him lightheaded enough to request such a vast yet barren thing as his prize, one that barely amounted to anything to his allies in such an enormous playground only theirs for the taking...
"It can be arranged," he panted quietly, satisfied.
Ehlek gave a grumbling sound and nuzzled against him in a grotesque parody of affection.
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