I’m Not Sure If You Already Answered This But Why Is Lorne Disliked? You Mention That His Coloring

Omg, I love your angel oc! Could you perhaps write a drabble about him and an s/o who bakes and makes sweets, that also has an equally sweet personality? Thanks a bunch!

thank!!

He wouldn't really understand your hobby. He gets the basic concept of cooking, but the more complex process of gathering different ingredients, prepping them, and then coagulating them until they've forfeited most of their original properties is lost on him. He would rather just eat your neighbor, but if you really insisted he'd try something you make.

𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

yandere!angel(?)oc x gn.reader

cw: animal death

Heat was drifting throughout your home. A modest fire crackled pleasantly, the ceaseless sound carrying with it the scent of warm sugar and vanilla. One look at the pastries told you they were goldening nicely in the flames, crisp dough rising until it was bloated from the hot air inside of it. Only a few minutes; then they would be ready.

Clicking on glass stole your attention from the dishes in your hands. The window, left uncovered to the vast woodland bordering it, was the source of the interruption. Without turning your head to look, a smile drew across your face. You knew who your visitor was.

Shuffling out of your humble kitchen and towards the window, you spied flashes of white feathers and an inhumanly tall form bending down to peer inside. Your heart beat increased, not out of fear, but excitement to present your gift for the creature- the angel.

The window creaks open as you unlock it, letting the cool evening breeze whistle through your hair and drag the sugary scent out with it.

"Hello!" you chirped, a giddy tone resonating in your greeting. The being looked down at you with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You turned towards the kitchen again, "One moment!" you called, hurrying to fetch the baked sweets before the fire chars them. They came out steaming, sweet light whiffs that had been permeating your home hit you at full force once they came out.

It was a simple treat, sugary cookies that you had perfected. No one had ever said they disliked them.

There you were at the window again, hot tray in hand. The angel waited patiently beyond your walls for your return. Long ivory hair draped over his eyes and cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, so pale it seemed to reflect light even in the presence of the falling sun. He seemed to only ever visit you at night, when the light fades into nothing but the soft glow of the moon.

You presented the cookies to him, placing the tray on your window sill.

"An offering?" He quietly asked, smooth voice tinged with the hint of an accent you couldn't quite place. Though you nodded at his inquiry, he made no effort to take one.

You picked one up off the tray, taking a nibble of it in what you hoped to be a reassuring way. "They're sweet, see? I made them myself."

You practically shoved one towards him, wide doe eyes encompassing the look of a kicked puppy. "I wanted to find a small way to thank you," you mumbled genuinely. It was true- ever since you met him, life had started looking up for you. It was little things, you were rarely ever harassed anymore and people you disliked never came upon you again. You had no doubt it was the work of your guardian angel.

He stared at you through the wisps of white hair covering his eyes for a few moments longer. Then, slowly, he reached to pick one up, two long fingers pinching the treat between them.

You caught a glance of spired, bladelike teeth before he swallowed. You never questioned why an angel would have such a trait.

"How was it?" you inquired, beaming for a reaction.

His face, as far as you could tell, was blank. However, the magnificent pair of bone white wings behind him shuddered ever so slightly.

"Different."

You would take that.

The next morning, you awoke to the thick, metallic scent of rot. You searched for the origin of the putrid fumes, worried that you had left something out, when you had found it. A present was left for you on your doorstep; the corpse of a freshly deceased fawn, its head snapped to look in your direction. The wide eyed stare frozen onto its face held an unspoken warning.

An offering, for an offering.

i like fishy that look like... little freak ♡

THE LORE IS COMING I PROMISE I GOT HUNG UP ON THINGS BUT IT'S COMING TRUST

Ira ꈊ⁠ the vessel [oc]

there's an entity in his skin. it likes your skin better though, maybe a bit... too much.

You can do it, even with blood, sweat, and tears. Us Lorne simps will be cheering you on to finish the drabble RAAAAAH!! 🫡🫡

IT'S DONE RAHHHHHH

I thought I accidentally deleted it bc I refreshed my drafts and I couldn't find it but by some miracle it showed up on like the 5th refresh!

I'm not even gonna touch it anymore I'm scared I'll delete it fr

Ira ꈊ⁠ the vessel [oc]

there's an entity in his skin. it likes your skin better though, maybe a bit... too much.

Hiiii! Hope you have a great week!

I just want to say that Tumblr recommend me your Lorne and I immediately feel in love lol

Can't wait to see what else you'll cook up in that brain of yours❤️

(Also, the size difference makes me go feral 🤯)

hi!! welcome!!! I'm so happy to know you've been intrigued ୨ৎ

I've definitely got more stuff to share! i just need to find the time to make posts. my life has been unfortunately busy lately (lowkey beginning life crisis is upon me) which is why Im a little slow at updating, but it makes my week to read messages like this ♡

surprisingly, no one's asked how tall he is yet (cough 275cm for anyone wondering cough)

I mean what is lorne's reaction of him becoming a father and pregnant MC telling him it as a suprise.

i salute you for getting that far tbh you'd have to be a very brave soul!

honestly I don't think lorne's thought that far ahead. he pretty much believes you're going to discover the lie one day and it's all going to go up in flames. considering the fact that he has a very complicated relationship with his own family, it might make him a little hesitant to start one himself (there's also the deep rooted self hatred that he would probably end up projecting on his kid if they were to take after him), but he's not opposed to the idea per say.

If you just up and told him you were pregnant out of the blue he'd probably panic a little, but he'd eventually warm up to it. Lorne would spoil you throughout the pregnancy and provide for you... in his own way (lots and lots of meat).

congrats on your new creature ⁠♡

happy new year mon!! love ur beautiful ocs and ur amazing writingg !!! ヽ(´ω｀)ﾉ

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL

remember to start the year off strong (12 hours of screentime and 5 cups of caffeine)

let’s all bffr Lorne would probably kill his child SOMEHOW I just don’t see him having more room in his heart for anyone other than his darling (ó﹏ò。)

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Would Lorne feel any envy towards a reader with black hair?

Not exactly envious; he knows you're a human and such standards don't apply to you. You're a different species, it doesn't grant you the same advantages as it does a hunter who relies on stealth. Those details are trivial when you're still soft, small, and blunt. It's like being envious of a cat for having pretty eyes.

He might admire that trait though and find comfort in its familiarity.

If you have light hair, he may find you more relatable in that sense, like an unspoken understanding. His preference ends up being whatever you have.