#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ loveletters — primordial husbands 164 ꒱

[valentine-cafe]

Hello, have a lovely day! Can i ask for a key lime pie and a rhubarb and strawberry crumble? I want to ask for the primordial husbands with a reader that first came across them some time ago but they are maybe too naive/friendly, and don't know they should be scared, so at first reader just gave both of them a little wave when they saw them, then came the smiles, then the "hey i was passing by, do you need anything?i was going to the market!"

Till one day when others do confront the reader for the "bad company" the husbands are, only for the reader to become teary eyed, with a heartbroken "but.. they're my friends"

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 164 talisen & alessio ⊹ ۪ ࣪

. ˚◞꒰ 🍵 corrupt god x reader, siren x reader, sorcerer x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

it was on quite odd times that you’d see the two that many referred to as husbands around your town. their aura alone was admittedly a little weird — but you are not one to judge such. no, not darling you.

it is what eventually caught their eye. especially when they realised that you work at a bakery they repeatedly frequent.

you were always so friendly. greeting them. asking how their day was. once you even complimented talisen’s robes and alessio’s jewellery - needless to say, they may or may not have gotten just a bit smitten.

well on their way to visit your bakery once more after discovering that they were low on some of their favourite goods - they halted not too far from your figure stood outside of the fluttering flannels and cream-painted building.

“those two are a strange bunch, don’t you know?”

“mhhm. you should be careful. one rotten apple and all, y’know -”

“but. . .” you murmur, brows furrowing as gloss takes over your poor eyes.

oh, they both felt their hearts clench. and then came your little quivering voice.

“they’re my friends. . .”

that was it. both were behind the small group in seconds. alessio with his arms folded over his chest and talisen peering down with a less than decent look yet a smile.

“my, one would think the gossiper is worse than the rumour, would they not?” his voice spun the trio around immediately. sweatdrops evident on their brows at the mere sight of the aforementioned ‘strange bunch’.

all while alessio stepped around them and came up to you. reaching to brush your tears away delicately and giving a small shake of his head.

“don’t listen to the townsfolk. superstitious, is what they are.”

and once talisen was done scaring the ever-living soul out of the group that scattered not too long after, he steps closer as well. brushing some dust off of your shoulder and raising a basket in his hand.

“as promised, the homemade bread for sampling.”

a bright smile finds your lips. how could these two ever be considered odd?

well, your precious eyes hadn’t quite caught sight of sharp teeth.

[valentine-cafe]

Thinking about a reader who can't speak a lot due to anxiety...but they still feel brave enough to go to Alessio and Talisen 164, and give them handmade bookmark, bookcases and jewellery, and signing as they blush that they wanted to give those to them. And if reader think the husbands don't know sign language, the reader also starts to sign all the things they find pretty about the husbands. does that make sense? ///

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 164 talisen & alessio ⊹ ۪ ࣪

. ˚◞꒰ 🍵 corrupt god x reader, siren x reader, sorcerer x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

the taller of the two, talisen, immediately picks up on the signs through your fingers. his brows raising. it’s the first thing that catches his eye - followed by alessio. with both primordial’s attention on you, you could not help the swells of anxiety growing.

yet still, you persist. uncertain if they understand. for they do not respond.

emerald eyes lower to the gifts that you bring them once more. jewellery, this time. the sorcerer grins. the gold chain slides between his fingers and he holds it to the sun to examine.

“beautiful, stellina. a job well done.”

you have assumed that through the numerous occasions in which you have brought them trinkets and gifts - they have grown accustomed to the idea. you create and give. they accept. at times even bringing you their own trinkets and baked goods.

“indeed.” the other hums and your vision flickers over to talisen who takes an opaline ring between his fingers. examining the expertly crafted accessory. “how did you know that this is my favourite?”

you smile, hesitate, then proceed to sign on about how it pairs well with his eyes. his hair. how you think it will create a shine to compliment his ethereal glow.

you then glance to alessio who looks at you with an almost expectant look. not that you processed. and like clockwork, you sign once more. telling him that the chains were created for his horns. to compliment his skin tone. gold suits you a lot, you profess. and ramble a bit about how you would love to see him in silver too, as it would match with his pretty nails.

just as you bow your head and are about to scamper off. something catches your eye - the motion of talisen’s fingers.

wait - is he?

you flush bright red at the realisation. you are most beautiful as well. a stunning songbird that blesses the skies. he signs.

your eyes dart to a second movement. alessio’s hands. oh no - indeed. you are brighter than all the stars in the sky. oh - are you flustered now?

you let out an audible squeal. an attempt to turn away stopped dead in your tracks when warm laughter fills the air and cold hands gently find your waist, turning you back.

“now now, do not get shy on us,” talisen muses. his head tilting with a fond smile. alessio finds place behind you and you think that surely, their affection will be your end.

your hands reach up to cover your face, earning another round of chuckles from them.

“we speak no lies, however.” alessio speaks softly to your ear.

talisen will soon sign at you. thanking you for the gifts - and asking if you would like a warm cup of tea with them. even if it means brewing in silence and the enjoying the simple company of one another.

how can you do anything else but nod your head in agreement?