#;; ooc - i got super carried away... you do not have to respond lol

[aethercore-seeker]

Nymeria stared at the black card for a moment, her dark blue eyes narrowing slightly, as if she were considering how far she could push this whole "being selfish" thing. The shiny card practically glowed in her hands, a tempting symbol of the freedom it promised. She glanced back at Sylus, a smirk curling her lips as she leaned back in her chair, one eyebrow raised.

"Alright, alright," she muttered, rolling her eyes, but the mischievous glint in her gaze didn’t leave. "Give me thirty minutes, and I’ll make it worth your while."

With that, she practically bolted out of the cafe, her boots clacking on the floor.

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Exactly thirty minutes later, Nymeria burst back into the café, her hands full of plants. A big one, clearly too large for her tiny apartment, was awkwardly balanced in one hand, its thick pot nestled carefully against her side. The other hand was filled with smaller potted plants, all wrapped in cheap, garish covers. She also had a bag slung over her shoulder, bulging with plant-related accessories—planters, soil, small tools, and probably some thing she didn’t really need.

She dropped everything onto the table with a thud, rearranging them so she could give Sylus a full view of her haul. "Alright," she said, her voice almost too pleased with herself, "this one here is Lord Fernsworth V." She pointed to the largest one, its dark green leaves sprawling out in a way that made it look regal. "Perfect for a space like the base. It does well in low light, so no complaints there."

She moved on to the smaller plants, naming each one with a ridiculous title, "This one’s Sir Wiggles McLeaf, that one's Professor Sproutington, and over here, this is Madame Squishypants."

She paused, running a hand through her messy ponytail, a slight grin tugging at her lips. "And, uh, these are all super low-maintenance, so no worries. Even in the chaos of Onychinus life, they’ll survive. But don’t go touching 'em too much—they don’t like being moved around too often." She leaned in closer to Sylus, her enthusiasm bubbling up. "You’re welcome for turning your base into a mini jungle. Don’t even think about asking me to take care of them, though. They’re your responsibility now."

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.” - @aethercore-seeker

"It's true I don't have to, but I want to." Sylus said as he produced his black card for Nymeria. "Go ahead, get whatever else you need." He wasn't about to accept no for an answer.

He then stood back to observe her, watching what else she might do while she was in possession of his card. Watching her be selfish for a moment is all he wanted right then and there.

[emmyrosee]

Morning Sickness (fluff)

@anxiousamandapanda said “Ever see that episode of Friends...” 

honestly that’s all i need for motivation😂

But the rest of the request was “Ever see the episode of Friends where Monica is trying to convince Chandler she isn't sick? Chandler just responds to her all snarky and sarcastic every time she hits on him. Eventually she ends up seducing him by putting vaporub on herself. Idk why but I can picture Roman being Chandler in that situation. Yus, take that and run with it. Silly fluff with a smutty end? lol”

I had no intentions of turning this into a full piece, but I could not, for the life of me, resist. Your prompts always have that effect on me! I also changed it slightly because this got very self indulgent, please forgive me!

WARNINGS: language, sexual themes, sick!reader, Roman’s pretty OOC

Roman Godfrey x Reader; when you fall sick, you’d rather die than give in to Roman. Despite his desires to get you better, you know Roman’s true desires.

This was super cute and I loved it so much. 

“Darling, if you don’t get back in bed in five seconds, I’m carrying you there,” Roman sings at you, his stupid, clear voice mocking you. How he even saw you was a mystery, he was on the chair facing away from the goddamned bedroom.

“I’m not going and you can’t make me,” you retort nasally. In truth, you would love nothing more than to curl up in you nice warm bed and sleep the pounding in your head and face off, but you couldn’t. Things had to be done around the house, Nadia would have to be fed and changed, and it would be a cold day in Hell when you let Roman say ‘I told you so’ in regards to you being sick.

He flips the page in his newpaper, not looking up at you. “One...”

You scoff, “don’t be ridiculous.”

“Two...”

“I am not a child, Roman!”

“Three...” he slowly starts to fold his newspaper.

“W-w-wait!” You stop him. “Why don’t you come to bed with me?” You quickly stride over to his chair. He nods as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, making him suddenly tense up. 

“Come on daddy,” you croon, only being cut off by a cough to clear your pained throat. He quickly shrugs you off and stands up, letting out a nervous chuckle, clearly avoiding you and your illness.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay?” He wraps and arm around your shoulder and slowly marches you to the bedroom, fighting his natural instinct to embrace the little suckles you place along his neck.

“Sure thing, Doctor Godfrey,” you groan, using your free hand to smack his ass. He jumps in the air with a yelp, glaring at you. “Let’s play doctor.”

“Let’s play ‘going to bed willingly so my boyfriend doesn’t have to tie me to it,’” Roman scoffs, bringing you to the soft mattress you both shared.

You sniff loudly, “oh, you wanna tie me down?” You purr, crawling on your hands and knees towards him.

Roman sighs, pressing his thumb and forefinger against his eyes. “I guess I really walked into that one.”

“Yes,” you answer. “Yes you did.”

“You stay right here,” Roman commands, completely ignoring the last interaction. “I’m going to make you some tea.”

“I’ll come help you,” you offer, swinging your legs over the bed. Roman huffs, “no, you stay here. Would you like a sweatshirt?”

“I don’t need one,” you grumble. You stand up but quickly are sat back down by Roman, unable to fight back because of the spinning room.

“Please, do not fight me on this,” Roman practically begs, his hands squeezing your shoulders to stabilize you. You can tell his patience was wearing thin, but you were not about to let him win.

“Fine,” you say in annoyance. He sighs in relief and gently lays the covers back over you before walking to the closet and tossing you one of his hoodies.

“Better?” He asks. You nod, plan brewing in your fever-ridden, spinning head. He plants a gentle kiss to your hair before walking to the door. “Other than tea, what can I get you?”

“Don’t care,” you mumble. He rolls his eyes before leaving you alone, and you quickly jump up, ignoring the hard pounding in your head from moving so fast to put your plan into action.

Moments later, Roman’s loud boot steps roar over the finished wooden floor. “Okay, I’ve got some tea with honey and lem-” he stops himself as he enters, looking up from the teacup. You stand on your side of the bed, a lacy bra and panties on. Your visibly shivering and swaying, unable to focus on Roman, but your hair is tossed over one of your shoulders, knowing the exposure to your neck makes him crazy. There’s a glossy substance on your fingers and on your chest, and you know he knows it’s vapor rub, just by the smell.

“This is cheating,” Roman says, swallowing thickly. You tilt your head, “well, I wasn’t going to get it on your hoodie.”

“So you took off your pants too?”

“I have a fever, I was hot.” Your hand dips gently into the valley between your breasts, letting out a raspy, hushed moan. you smile softly as Roman’s Adam’s apple bobs with each hungry, desired swallow.

“Come on, Doctor Godfrey,” you sigh blissfully. “I need you to rub Vapor Rub on my chest. Please?”

“No,” he murmurs, fighting as hard as he can against looking back down his body. He sounds unsure of his answer, and you smile wider. “You should be in bed.”

“And I told you I wasn’t going without you,” you say, hushed. slowly, you stumble over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Come on, Romeo... bring me to the bed.. I’m so dreadfully hot...”

His eye twitches as he fights to keep his composure, teacup shaking in his hand.

“You’re a devil woman, you are aware of this, correct?”

“Eyup,” you answer, popping the ‘p.’ He sets the cup down on his bureau, finally letting his warm hands caress your body. It gives you goosebumps, but there’s no better feeling than having Roman in the palm of your hand.

“Why don’t I go check on Nadia while you get in bed? I’ll be back shortly.” He pushes his hips flush to yours, and you moan so quietly you barely hear it. You nod and release him, crawling on the bed to wait for him to ravage you.

Except.

It doesn’t happen.

Roman descended the stairs and entered the shared room, snickering as your mouth releases quiet snores. Half of your body is on his side, and he can’t fight the fondness in his heart. A gently covers you with what he can of the sheets and his hoodie, before leaving you sleep.

“Works every time,” he mutters to himself, turning out the light and gently shutting the door.

Tagging (new tag list! yay!)💕

@peachesandfern @anxiousamandapanda @rosegoldrichie @hecohansen31 @blakewaterxx @w0nder-marie @babyboy-cody

[zombiequincy]

THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all had witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

MUN NAME: Hela     AGE: 21       CONTACT: IM

CHARACTER(S): Giselle Gewelle, Yumichika Ayasegawa (inactive)

CURRENT FANDOM(S): Bleach

BLEACH FANDOM(S) YOU HAVE AN AU FOR:  I have gory Bloodborne au but that one just exists in my head on my lonesome.

MY LANGUAGE(S): English and one very specific Middle Eastern dialect.

THEMES I’M INTERESTED IN FOR RP: FANTASY / Science fiction / Horror / WESTERN / ROMANCE / Thriller / MYSTERY / DYSTOPIA / ADVENTURE / MODERN / Erotic / Crime / MYTHOLOGY / Classic / HISTORY / RENAISSANCE / MEDIEVAL / Ancient / WAR / FAMILY / POLITICS / RELIGION / SCHOOL / ADULTHOOD / CHILDHOOD / APOCALYPTIC / GODS / Sport / MUSIC / Science / FIGHTS / ANGST / Smut / DRAMA / etc. 

PREFERRED THREAD LENGTH: one-liner / 1 para / 2 PARA / 3+ / NOVELLA.

ASKS CAN BE SEND BY: MUTUALS / NON-MUTUALS / PERSONALS / ANONS.

CAN ASKS BE CONTINUED?:   YES / NO    only by Mutuals?:  YES / NO.

PREFERRED THREAD TYPE: CRACK / casual nothing too deep / SERIOUS / DEEP AS HECK. (i love it all sorry I am quite the mixed bag lmao)

IS REALISM / RESEARCH IMPORTANT FOR YOU IN CERTAIN THEMES?:   YES / NO. i gotta know what certain human body parts taste like u know

ARE YOU ATM OPEN FOR NEW PLOTS?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS.

DO YOU HANDLE YOUR DRAFT / ASK - COUNT WELL?:  YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. it’s SO BAD FOR ME RN ASGLDKJDJKA i’m very inconsistent i’m so sorry.

HOW LONG DO YOU USUALLY TAKE TO REPLY?: 24H / 1 WEEK / 2 WEEKS / 3+ / months / years. / a lot of it has more to do w my general writing mood and if the thread im writing catches my interest, and rn im writing a TON of really wonderful and fascinating threads so they’re all super captivating for me and i try to reply asap

I’M OKAY WITH INTERACTING: ORIGINAL CHARACTERS / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / MY FANDOM / CROSSOVERS / MULTI-MUSES / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / CANON-DIVERGENT PORTRAYALS / AU-VERSIONS.

DO YOU POST MORE IC OR OOC?: IC / OOC. (i have a lot of stupid shit sorry) 

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WITH FOLLOWING OTHERS?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.  

BEST WAYS TO APPROACH YOU FOR RP/PLOTTING: just send me a tumblr instant message, i know it sucks shit but im not comfy releasing my discord w everyone just yet cause i use it for personal use as well. i check tumblr on the daily so if you send me a message chances are i’ll see it and respond!

WHAT EXPECTATIONS DO YOU HOLD TOWARDS YOUR PLOTTING PARTNER:  i guess just be able to put up with my rambling and stopping and starting, a lot of characterisation choices i do go through various stages and its pretty messy so when i communicate that with others it usually ends up equally messy. just be patient with me please.

WHEN YOU NOTICE THE PLOTTING IS RATHER ONE-SIDED, WHAT DO YOU DO?:  i don’t mind! sometimes ppl have more ideas that they want to share first and i’m always super happy to listen to those ideas !! sometimes its nice to have someone with a clear guide or structure and be able to work around that rather than trying to fumble through a plot together.

HOW DO YOU USUALLY PLOT WITH OTHERS, DO YOU GIVE INPUT OR LEAVE MOST WORK TOWARDS YOUR PARTNER?:  i try to map out some basic info abt their characters that i otherwise don’t know from their bio or verses and try to pick out points of confrontation or similarities to expand on with giselle that can be used as points for like a starter to happen. its either that or sometimes i have really stupid ideas i just toss out there like ‘LMAO THEYRE BREAKING SHIT AT DISNEYLAND’ and go buck wild from there if the other person is down. i also always try to warn people or get a gauge for what subjects to avoid and steer clear of considering that giselle is a bit of a Freak(tm) and will say and do bad things.

WHEN A PARTNER DROPS THE THREAD, DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: if there’s something giselle did or said that upset you, i would love to know not to repeat it again (since i do still feel pretty new to the rp game, theres still plenty of time for me to make stupid mistakes). if its just a general lack of interest or uncertainty of where the plot should go, then you dont have to tell me i wont take it personally i promise ! 

WHAT COULD POSSIBLY LEAD YOU TO DROP A THREAD?: sometimes i can be made uncomfortable by certain things mentioned... it happens but its rare 

- WILL YOU TELL YOUR PARTNER?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS. i don’t want to upset anyone personally and sometimes explaining the ins and outs of my discomfort make things ten times worse so i just. would rather not.

IS COMMUNICATION IN THE RPC IMPORTANT TO YOU? YES / NO.

- AND WHY?: i am the most nervous person you can meet and my brain is always giving me misinfo abt paranoia and random shit so i having clear concrete communication between two parties abt if something is going wrong or is being received poorly means the world to me.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH ABSOLUTE HONESTY, EVEN IF IT MAY MEANS HEARING SOMETHING NEGA1TIVE ABOUT YOU AND/OR PORTRAYAL?: i need it !! i still feel relatively new to all this and i need to know whats going wrong to improve !! 

DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE SUCH SITUATION IN A MATURE WAY? YES / NO.

WHY DO YOU RP AGAIN, IS THERE A GOAL?: to help with my confidence in writing! i have v bad anxiety when it comes to sharing my works and i write a lot of other pieces alongside this blog on ao3 and i want to develop my writing skills just in general. when it comes to like the nuts and bolts of why i rp giselle specifically, its mainly to just have fun and have a laugh w my friends who are really awesome quincy writers

WISHLIST, BE IT PLOTS OR SCENARIOS:  OH SO MANY! ive managed to fulfil a lot of my wishlist threads with like, giselle talking to characters she’s already zombified and i love all that angst but i want to do more stupid shit. i want to make it my personal goal to bully every quincy man and woman on sight. although a REAL dream would be if i got to write a thread zombifying a character who managed to escape giselle’s clutches. and more fighting! i want to get better at describing action and fights and i love to write giselle getting beat up and beating people up! more more more!! 

THEMES I WON’T EVER RP / EXPLORE:   hohoho theres a LOT... uh r*pe/dubcon threads for one, even if yeah i know writing it doesnt condone it, it makes me intensely uncomfortable to put my muse in that scenario, i feel like i have an obligation to like, protect her from that shit you know? racism is one i don’t want to transgress, even though i’m a poc, its not really cathartic or groundbreaking to write abt racism in threads its just... really fucking upsetting. also i know the quincy’s have this very close parallel to the whole n*zi imagery and ideology thing going on and i am not about to start even daring to thread that into my writing or bring those allusions and references of real life tragedies into giselle’s threads. i’ve already talked at length abt exploring giselles trans identity in rp and why im not comfortable doing so, so.... yeah! all those i guess.

WHAT TYPE OF STARTERS DO YOU PREFER / DISLIKE, CAN’T WORK WITH?: i like starters where giselle can just immediately get right into being a piece of shit. mise en scene and all that! cut out the build up and just get to the intense horror !! i don’t like starters where its not immediately clear where the characters are standing and what they’re doing and what’s happening around them. those really disorientate me and leave me kinda floundering because i always need some allusion or mention of a setting to ground giselle in a time and place other wise i cant tell what her response should be

WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE MOST?:  EVIL WOMEN EVIL WOMEN EVIL WOMEN. also just characters i can wholeheartedly clown on, or also characters who have hidden depths to them and have a single panel of screentime. honestly it’s just all over the place!

WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE LEAST?:  angry old men GSADJDKSJA i could never rp yhwach for example or yamamoto because idk. theyre just so crummy and boring to me. i also couldnt rp characters who always have an upper hand in battle like aizen. i like my dumbasses and i like them stupid and adaptive not just, ‘yes i know this because i Know this.’

WHAT ARE YOUR STRONG ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: i think im nice...? FKSJDKDJSA idk i hate trying to toot my own horn. sometimes i also think i make funny jokes and im pretty chill and laid back

WHAT ARE YOUR WEAK ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: my writing style is inconsistent and adapts to whatever i’m reading so sometimes it’ll be really good and i love it and other times it reads like really bad fanfic and i get carried away far too easily and write novella lengths for threads which should be much shorter. i also get shy a lot and dont think i communicate very effectively but HEYO we’re working on it!

DO YOU RP SMUT?:  YES / NO/ DEPENDS. haven’t had anybody brave enough to try yet lol

DO YOU PREFER TO GO INTO DETAIL?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH BLACK CURTAIN?: YES / NO.

- WHEN DO YOU RP SMUT? MORE OUT OF FUN OR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?: more for fun i’d imagine because that’s just giselles own attitude to sex and relationships where she doesnt want anything deep. it might show character development in one way of just showing how she regards others in a romantic sense to be used rather than actually appreciated as their own person and show how selfish she is but yeah, more out of fun

- ANYTHING YOU WOULD NOT WANT TO RP THERE?:  theres a few kinks and such but i dont think they’d ever really come up. again, just mainly no r*pe/dubcon.

ARE SHIPS IMPORTANT TO YOU?:   YES / NO lets hope this doesn’t make me sound like an asshole, but its more like a fun little side thing than anything important to giselle’s actual development and characterisation. 

WOULD YOU SAY YOUR BLOG IS SHIP-FOCUSED?: YES / NO. again, hardly anyone is brave enough to try to romance this evil cannibal.

DO YOU USE READ MORE?:  YES / NO / SOMETIMES WHEN I WRITE LONG STUFF.

ARE YOU:  MULTI-SHIP / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship  —  MULTIVERSE / Singleverse.

- WHAT DO YOU LOVE TO EXPLORE THE MOST IN YOUR SHIPS?: more how giselle likes to give over her power or dominate in different circumstances depending on who she’s with and what’s being done. BUT AGAIN, not a whole lot to explore yet.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS?: YES / NO. - i mean im down for p much anything if it vibes w giselle.

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- WHAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE YOUR MUSE INTERESTING TOWARDS OTHERS, WHY SHOULD THEY RP WITH THIS PARTICULAR CHARACTER OF YOURS NOW, WHAT POSSIBLE PLOTS DO THEY OFFER?: if you want an evil woman to taunt and mock and hurt your muse, she’s your gal. you want her to zombify and ruin your muse, shes also your gal. you want her to insult and maim and injure, she’s also YOUR GAL. basically, if you want to do anything fucked up or sad or scary, she can help with that.

- WITH WHAT TYPE OF MUSES DO YOU USUALLY STRUGGLE TO RP WITH?:  uh muses who get really angry quickly or don’t rise or respond to her jabs and are just kinda like a flatline. theres only so much pestering and annoying she can do until realises its not working and just wanders off

- WHAT DO THEY DESIRE, IS THEIR GOAL?:  to find a goal worth living for.

- WHAT CATCHES THEIR INTEREST FIRST WHEN MEETING SOMEONE NEW?:  appearance she always takes an interest in girls almost right away. age as well because she judges old people. 

- WHAT DO THEY VALUE IN A PERSON?:  a good set of guts to ruin and strong muscles.

- WHAT THEMES DO THEY LIKE TALKING ABOUT?:  women, gore, murder, herself, music, stupid memes, gossip.

- WHICH THEMES BORE THEM?:  politics, history, quincy ideology, soul reaper ideology, hollow physiology.

- DID THEY EVER WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC?:  her family tried to force the burden of upholding the quincy lineage onto her shoulders, she was thrown into the wrong prison and held in isolation, then pressured to become an undying monster in service of a god and then was nearly killed by that same man and left wandering without guidance or purpose. so, yeah?

- WHAT COULD LEAD TO AN INSTANT KILL?:  transphobia. even a whiff of it in her direction and she’ll gut you like a fish.

- IS THERE SOMEONE /-THING THEY HATE?:  the twink soul reaper who outted her.

IS YOUR MUSE EASY TO APPROACH?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?:  if you’re smart, you’ll bring a big bone for her to chew on and distract her while you ask whatever you want.

SOMETHING YOU MAY STILL WANT TO POINT OUT ABOUT YOUR MUSE?: i love my evil queen!

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

Tagged by:  @bazzardburner​ cheers chicken boy !!

Tagging: @hyouketsu​ @blooming5th​ @viciousvizard​ @glacies-tempestatem​ and whoever else wishes to do this!!

[the-alpahaca]

14 days of Valentine’s Day (Laegjarn x reader for Cupid’s Arrow event)

*Kicks down door* Howdy y'all, so this is my writing entry for the Cupid’s Arrow event. This is dedicated to the lovely @femme-blem !!! I’ve actually read some of your writing before so I was super excited but also scared to write for you uwu, hopefully you’ll like this fic. I chose Laegjarn because I wasn’t sure if Azura was your favorite character because you were similar to her (I remember mentioning that in your blog once so I also took this into account while writing this, omg that sounds so creepy I’m so sorry) or because you prefer her romantically. If it’s the latter I’m so sorry but hopefully, you’ll still be able to enjoy the fic since I honestly worked very hard on it. I’ve only written one other fic before this and it was so Danganronpa so I’m sorry if the fic is in any way bad or the characters are OOC, etc. If this fic is not to your liking I can totally make another one for you, I wouldn’t mind! I also really really wanted to upload this during Valentine’s Day, it still is where I am at and hopefully it’s also still the 14th wherever you are too lol. 

The people behind the event: @fire-emblem-drabbles @imaginesforfe

Word count: 2,194

Today marked the start of February, and when you think of February what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Valentine’s Day of course! Before pondering any further, you’d decided to ask the Order of the Heroes if they celebrated Valentine’s Day in Askr or any of the realms and to your not so big surprise, they had no idea what you were talking about.

Though you weren’t exactly the most popular back in your world, you’d always have at least one friend to celebrate Valentine's Day and maybe even exchange presents with, but you ultimately figured that this wouldn’t be the case this year. Nevertheless, you still decided you’d give out presents to the heroes, as a thank you gift for the friendship they’d shared with you.

Just as you were about to start writing down a list of what to get each hero, you heard a knock at the door of your study. When you told them to come in, you noticed it was Laegjarn, who carried a tray with two cups of tea and some biscuits.

“I saw you were still awake and so figured I should bring you some tea, hope you don’t mind?” She asked with a small smile on her face as she entered the room. She placed the tray on your desk while she sat across from you. “You’ve been exceeding yourself these past few days ‘y/n’, so it would only be fair that I express a small token of my gratitude, hope it’s of your liking.” She said as you took a sip from your cup of tea.

“It is, thanks.” You responded. You sat there in silence for a bit enjoying your tea before Laegjarn finally spoke again.

“If it’s alright of me to ask, why are you doing up so late at night? I thought your council meeting had ended a few hours ago, you can’t possibly be developing strategic plans at this hour.” She frowned, you quickly shook your head.

“It’s nothing like that, I’m creating a list of presents for all of the heroes, that’s all.” You said. “Oh? But I thought you said Christmas was celebrated in December.” She mentioned with a confused look on her face, her reaction made you giggle a bit.

“No, this is for another holiday, it’s called Valentine’s Day that's celebrated on February 14th. You basically celebrate the love you have for your friends and significant others. Though it’s not necessary to give gifts to others, it’s common to give out things like chocolates, flowers or anything to signify the special bond you have with them.” You finished.

“That...sounds really nice” replied Laegjarn with a soft smile. She quickly realized though that because you were the only one who was really aware of this holiday, you would not be receiving presents this year.

“Laegjarn, is something wrong?” You asked. She seemed bothered by something and you couldn’t bring yourself to understand why.

“It’s nothing.” She quickly answered. She stood up from her seat and walked towards the door. “I should head back to my room, it’s getting really late after all. You should rest as well, you’ve worked plenty today. Good night ‘y/n’”.

“Good night,” you said as she closed the door behind her. She was right, you’d been working nonstop almost all day plus you were really tired. “Guess the list’s gonna have to wait till tomorrow.”

“So, have you decided who it’s gonna be?” Laegjarn sat at the end of her sister's bed, who was having a late night talk with her when both were having trouble sleeping. In one hand she held a small velvet box, while in the other she twirled a single shiny diamond ring. Her royal advisors had been coercing her into choosing a spouse, as she was now at the appropriate age for marriage.  “No, I haven’t”.

Laegjarn sighed deeply, her royal responsibilities weighing down on her. She’d need someone who could be a good ruler, conscientious and thoughtful, level-headed when needed, maybe someone like ‘y/n-’. She quickly cut herself short on that thought. You were already someone burdened by too many duties, it would be of poor judgement on her part to trouble you with more. Besides, you probably wouldn’t return her feelings…

“Huh?” Laevatein moved her head to the side in a confused manner, she’d accidentally voiced that last part out loud. “O-oh, don’t worry about it Laevatein, get yourself some rest.” She said.

She gently ruffled her sister's hair with a motherly smile before standing up. She wished her a good night and closed the door behind her. She kept on thinking, Valentine's Day, huh? Her first and last Valentine’s day with you before she had to marry. With that in mind, she went to sleep for that night.

You woke up the next day just like you would any other day. You finished your normal morning routine and were about to leave for the training grounds when you noticed a neatly wrapped gift sitting right in front of your door. You picked it up and read the tag attached to it ‘For y/n’ it read. You decided to go inside your room once again, but before you, you swear you heard some footsteps swiftly scatter away, though you paid no attention to them.

‘This is... for me?’ you thought to yourself. You unwrapped the gift and opened the long box that was concealed underneath all that decorative paper. You gasped softly as you realized what was inside the box, it was a quill, a beautifully crafted quill, perhaps a bit too beautiful to use regularly. Next to the quill also came a note which said ‘I know you spend much of your time writing, either for battle strategizing or for pleasure, therefore I decided to gift you with this. I hope it’s of your liking’.

You scanned your eyes over the note to see who’s signature it had but were surprised to not find one. ‘A secret admirer’ you speculated. The gift was far too nice to be from anyone, so it definitely had to be a royal. Was it Sharena, maybe Alfonse? That didn’t seem right. Fjorm? Hríd? Gunnthrá? One of the royals you’d summoned? Maybe, just maybe though, it was Laegjarn. No, you thought to yourself, your crush? That seems a bit too idealistic from your part. Whoever it was, you were definitely grateful for the gift they’d given to you, if you ever were to find out who they were, you’d make sure to give them your thanks. Unbeknown to you, there was plenty more from where that came from.

Over the next couple of weeks, you’d find yourself receiving all types of gifts, from expensive chocolates, lavish teas, and books to more elaborate things such as finding out that your duties had been done for the day and even your very own horse! Admittedly, every morning you’d wake up a bit excited, enthusiastic to know what you’d get next, though because you’d been receiving them for about two weeks now, you weren’t expecting this gift giving to last much longer.

Laevatein approached Laegjarn’s room and to her surprise found her pacing around the room in deep thought and panic. “Are you alright, Laegjarn?” Laevatien asked her big sister who she suddenly found herself worried for, it wasn’t that often you’d find Laegjarn in a distressed state.

Laegjarn, surprised by her sister’s sudden appearance, revealed what was troubling her. “As a matter of fact, I am not Laevatien. I had arranged for some fine art utensils to be delivered to someone tomorrow, the 14th, but with the emergence of snowstorms, my package will not able to arrive on time. How could I have not foreseen, I suppose I got ahead of myself.” she said crestfallen.

“Aha, so you’ve been giving gifts to someone. I figured as much, don’t see why you’d need a horse when you already have a dragon” she finished with a chuckle, then a brilliant plan came to mind. “Worry not sister, I actually have the perfect gift in mind. I’ll leave it at their doorstep for you if you’d like” she said with a small smile.

Laegjarn was a bit hesitant. It’s not that she didn’t trust her sister, but the fact that she didn’t know what you’d actually get. The alternative to this though would be you not receiving anything, and that just wouldn’t do, especially on Valentine’s Day.

“Alright, thank you Laevatein” she said. “It’s no problem, I’m glad to help.” Laevatein was about to leave when Laegjarn spoke “I forgot to mention to you who they are, they’re-” Laevatein cut her off “Y/n, right?” she responded. Laegjarn only nodded, bemused on how her sister knew of this detail, she wasn’t very open about her feelings after all. She could only hope that all would go well.

So, it was finally the 14th, Valentine’s Day. You were pretty excited to give the others their gifts, despite you not getting one in return. There was something you needed to do first, however, which was check if by any chance there was a gift sitting outside your room, just like there had been for the last couple of days. Once you verified there was a small box outside you brought it back inside your room to open it, just like you would every other morning. When you opened it you were completely astonished to find a small diamond ring placed inside a small velvet box. You could only stare at it as you tried to register the situation at hand, someone had proposed to you? As you started contemplating as to whether you would turn down or not your secret admirer, you came to recognize the diamond situated on the ring. Those were diamonds from the kingdom of Múspell.

It took you a moment to find your bearings before you sprinted out of your room towards the training grounds. It made sense, only Laegjarn knew about Valentine’s Day, you had told her yourself. Once you arrived you urgently searched for Laegjarn, finally finding her sparring with some of the other heroes. “Laegjarn!” you called out for her while running, desperately trying to grab her attention. Once you did you arrived in front of her flushed and a bit out of breath.

“Good Morning Y/n, how can I be of service?” she asked you kindly. You tried to catch your breath before speaking to her. “Is this… is this from you?” you questioned her while still panting. Laegjarn’s smile was replaced with a look of pure shock and panic as she came to recognize the ring in your hand. You were still a bit dazed but that couldn’t have stopped you from noticing the intense blush that started to cover Laegjarn’s face. Laegjarn opened and closed her mouth in an attempt to speak. She could spot Laevatein from the corner of her eye with a big smirk on her face. You swear no one had seen Laegjarn this flustered in their life. She simply uttered a small “Yes” immediately followed by her saying “B-but please don’t feel obligated to-”. Once again, Laegjarn was cut short by you holding your hand in front of you as to let you speak.

“Here” you said as you handed her a letter. Laegjarn was confused but nevertheless decided to take the letter you gave her and read it. It was a love poem, from you to her, for Valentine’s Day. She stared back at you with an even deeper blush than before.

“My ‘secret admirer’ inspired me to also anonymously confess to the person I love as well, but I guess that was you all along” you finished with a light blush coating your face.

Laegjarn was next to speak “Yes, it was me all along. When you informed me about Valentine’s Day and you told me you how you planned to give out presents to the rest of the heroes, I felt it unfair that you would not be receiving any, so I only thought it fair that you received the same amount of gifts as the ones you planned to give out.” You were completely amazed at Laegjarn and how thoughtful she had been. You couldn’t help but instantly embrace her from the sheer happiness and love you felt for her at that moment.

“Of course I’ll marry you” you said with a bright smile covering your face. Laegjarn returned your embrace and gave you a shy but tender kiss, all of her love for you expressed in that single act. Afterwards you both gazed into each other's eyes smiling from ear to ear.

Laevatein watched you from afar, smiling to herself and giving herself a pat on the back. Ever since she had seen Laegjarn leave that quill on your doorstep with hopeful eyes she came to realize that you were the one she was talking about that night, who she wanted to marry. After all those years Laegjarn took care of her, she deserved to be happy, and now she would be for the rest of her years to come with you by her side.