#it really seems like a matter of preference?? listening to either first will affect the listening experience of listening to the other??

[xalygatorx]

A Case of the Slumps | Alastor x Depressed!GN!Reader

Summary: It seems you've brought your brain chemistry down to Hell with you. Figures.

Warnings/Tags: Hurt/Comfort, depression and related symptoms/thoughts (obvi), cinnamon roll Charlie, Angel gives you a Xanax but you don't take it, platonic Alastor with a hint of possible unspoken romantic feelings, unexplained cause of death, present tense for some reason, reader is gender neutral

A/N: Crosspost of a recent oneshot from my AO3 because I figured if I'm in a slump, someone else probably is too. x

Sometimes it was a thought. Sometimes it was the time of year or the weather, when Hell's crimson sky was kept dark for long periods of time by an uptick of brimstone in the atmosphere or the lingering storm clouds after an acidic downpour. Sometimes it was a memory. A song. A smell.

Sometimes it was seemingly nothing at all.

Just like when you were alive, your now-dead brain hasn't lost its particular quality of liking to work against itself. It's impossible to say whether it's a continued chemical imbalance—that'd be likely right? If demons can do drugs, then clearly there's still something to brain chemistry in Hell—or if death took a snapshot of your self and your mind as they were in life.

It doesn't really matter what it is either because it still affects you just the same. And because you haven't had a depressive episode yet post-mortem, you haven't done any of the legwork you had to do in life on your own to figure out what's "wrong" with you, who might hear you and listen, and what medication(s) works.

So when it does hit, it hits like a tidal wave no one else can see. The wave itself, anyway—everyone can see you drowning.

That first slump isn't kind enough to hit in the morning when you can sleep in—or rather stare with dead eyes at the wall, bundled under your duvet and blankets as you put off the day passing by around you. No, that first slump hits in the middle of one of Charlie's exercises, one that you were enthusiastic about participating in just an hour ago. What happened?

You know. This feeling is an old friend you'd hoped to never meet again.

Charlie doesn't though, not right away. After you excuse yourself by means of referencing a stomachache you only kind of have—and only from the emptiness pooling in your gut and humming in your chest—she catches up to you in the hallway.

"Hey!" she chirps, leaning around to look at you when you stop but don't turn around. If anything, you curl further into yourself. She doesn't notice though—the only ones who would notice your change are the ones who know to look for it. Charlie, bless her heart, doesn't have that earthly world experience yet. "Do you want us to wait up for you or…?"

"Oh, uh, no," you stammer out, yearning for a big hoodie to comfortably drown in or a cup of tea, the idea of which sounds lovely but you don't even like tea. Everything that would normally feel like a treat sounds stressful or unappetizing, leaving you uncertain about what exactly you're meant to be doing. That's when the lethargy hits hardest. "I don't feel well, so I'm just gonna rest for a while."

Charlie's brow scrunches. You can tell she's about to argue that you'll never get into Heaven if you don't stick to the exercises and something akin to a sudden flash of anger roils in your chest, kicking the dead gray weight of apathy in the teeth. Because how dare she question your commitment, your hopes, your dreams, because you're walking away this one time?

But if this is like life, if this can happen again now, how many more times will it happen? Is it over for you?

Something clicks behind her eyes though as she watches your face. You don't know this, of course, but she's seen the same look on Vaggie's face before. Primarily right after they found each other—Vaggie also fell into a pit of her own pain and trauma, a victim of her new normal until the new normal became preferable.

And, on those days, Vaggie didn't always want to be with Charlie. At some point, Charlie had to learn that it often had nothing to do with her when that happened, too. It helped her understand her father better, too, in the end. She'd needed to reach out to him, but she'd had to let Vaggie come to her when she was ready. Both were valid approaches for different people.

She decides to trust that you'll make it clear to her what you need when you're ready.

"Okay," she says and her kind voice spears your anger with guilt, killing it instantly. You were always good at that, weren't you? Pushing away the people who care. "You have my number. You have everyone's number—well, everyone with a phone anyway. Just let us know if you need something. Anything. Okay?"

You clench your teeth to hold back the burn of tears working its way up your throat. "Okay. Thanks, Charlie," you say and it comes out as sincerely as you mean it, which is good. At least something's gone right today.

"Would you like a hug?" Charlie offers, starting to hold out her arms and then hesitating when she wonders if that could feel like she was pressuring you.

You think about it and decide it's worth a try. "Sure," you say and you step into her arms. She runs even hotter than the other sinners you've met, being Hellborn. It's like cozying up just a couple inches too close to a fireplace, but it doesn't burn. She just feels like the hearth in the place that's swiftly become your home.

She doesn't let go before you're ready, but the second she feels you shift to step back, she lets her arms drop. She gives you a little wave before scampering back down the hall to resume the exercise in the lobby, leaving you to resume your trek to the elevator.

Once you're in the elevator and you've tapped the button for your floor, you fall back against the wall of the lift and run your hands down your face, sighing into your palms.

What you wouldn't give for an on-paper, calculable test that you could fill out and hand to a doctor or psychologist or someone who could tell you with complete certainty what's wrong with your brain and how to fix or endure it. Not only so you could feel better, but so you wouldn't be such a burden to your new friends, your found family. What good were you like this?

(The reality is that the group downstairs is mildly concerned, but otherwise just fine. Charlie can manage the exercise through sheer optimism alone and she has enough bandwidth to do that and be available to you as your friend whenever you need something.

A couple of the others noticed your deflated exit, perhaps because they've once been through similar episodes, and are either just hoping you feel better or trying to come up with some nice gesture to make whenever they see you next. Everything you're worried about or sure you've messed up is a product of your dopamine-deficient brain.)

You pass Angel in the hall on your way to your room as he's heading out for work and he, of course, knows that look. He just hasn't seen it on you before. He offers you a many-armed hug and what he tells you is a Xanax, telling you to text him if you need anything or just want to talk and he'll check on you whenever he's freed from the studio next.

You appreciate his offers and agree to all of it, except the unwrapped, unlabeled pill, which you get rid of once you're in your room. You trust Angel, but you're too paranoid about making whatever you're feeling worse. You barely knew how to deal with it in life, what's it going to be like in Hell?

A stretched-out old hoodie is procured from your closet and you tug it on, smoothing your hair back down as you amble toward the bed. You burrow under the blankets and try to sleep, but of course it doesn't come. You're not tired, after all. You're not even sad. There's just nothing where there's meant to be something, anything in your chest.

Hours pass and, even though you're not helping yourself by lying curled on your side and staring at the wall, you're listless. You can't talk yourself into getting up or getting something to eat. It's even hard to convince yourself to look at your phone, maybe because you've heard it buzz a few times with texts likely asking how you're doing. You don't want to answer them until it's a good answer. Until you can say you're doing better. Anything else is a disappointment, surely, for all involved.

Someone's knuckles rapping against your door makes you jolt, but you sink back into that unsteady feeling of mentally treading water instead of answering. They'll go away if they think you're sleeping. It's probably Charlie anyway, maybe checking on you ahead of dinner. Was it really almost dinnertime?

That was enough to motivate you to extract one arm from beneath the duvet, extend your hand to your phone, and tap the screen to wake it up. It was after dinner. Time was a construct and someone was still at the door, knocking more sharply now.

You bundle your arm back under the bedding, keeping your back to the door. Charlie wasn't that hard of a knocker, so maybe she'd sent Vaggie up to check on you? Husk tended to pound on doors with the side of his fist (and not come near any potentially weepy situation with a ten-foot pole), so it probably wasn't him. It might be Angel, you supposed. Short studio session, if so. Perhaps Pen, but the source of the noise was too high up to be Niffty. She'd barge on in anyway…

"My dear, I can hear you moving around in there, you know," the Radio Demon's voice informs you through the door and your heart nearly stops a second time.

Not Alastor, you sigh inwardly, covering your face in your hands again and trying not to groan lest he hear that, too.

It wasn't that you disliked Alastor. In fact, that wasn't the case at all. You'd been a bit scared of him at first, sure, when you'd initially crossed the threshold of the Hazbin Hotel and who could blame you? He was an imposing figure, someone you'd heard of within days of falling into Hell despite his seven-year sabbatical from the Pentagram.

He was also a prominent public figure from his radio show. That was how you'd first tried to get to know him a little better—you'd started tuning into his broadcasts, getting better at predicting the shrill screams of the souls he tore apart just before they blared through your speakers. You still missed them on occasion and would violently jolt upward from wherever you were sitting or lying while listening, floundering for the volume dial and usually finding it well after you needed it.

Alastor had spotted you do exactly that once during a prerecorded broadcast and, after he'd run the gambit of jokes he could make at your expense, the barrier that had existed between you two since your arrival started to come down. And while the jarring screams hadn't stopped, your radio's volume would inexplicably drop on its own ahead of them from then on. You couldn't come up with any explanation for this that didn't include Alastor's influence, but what may have been a kindness on the Radio Demon's part was directly rivaled by his then-new penchant for bursting out of the speakers in a swirl of shadow to scare you, himself, and ask you for feedback on the day's stories.

Those interruptions had become short bouts of small talk in the hall, a couple of cooperative efforts to cook the crew a delicious dinner, him holding doors for you whenever you happened to be traversing the hotel in the same direction… Little things. Lots of little things that had ended up with you considering him a friend, but who knew how he felt. He probably just thought you were amusing. What made it even worse was that you were beginning to suspect the extra pitter-patter of your heart whenever he showed up was no longer adrenaline anticipating him scaring you, but butterflies.

You poor thing. You weren't sure you could've picked a more surefire way to make a fool of yourself.

"I'm not decent," you finally say in an attempt to deter him, wincing a little at the hoarse quality of your voice. You'd only cried a little during your time in your room that day, but you'd cried hard. Partially in an effort to exorcise some of the bad feelings you were harboring, but it hadn't helped much.

"Well! Under all those blankets, I wouldn't even know, now would I!"

You squeak as you startle so much from hearing his staticky voice right behind your head that you end up in a heap on the floor between the wall and your bed.

By the time you untangle yourself from the duvet and pop your head out of the heap, he's maneuvered himself to the edge of the mattress and is peering over it while lying on his barely existent stomach. A thin, but amused smile curls his lips as his legs idly kick behind him like he's a high school girl at a sleepover.

"Was that necessary?" you ask, any amount of riling up he'd done with his sudden entrance falling away from you as your slump saps it of its vigor in one go.

Alastor's brows rise into his fringe, clearly a little caught off-guard. You can understand why—you usually either laugh or, if he gets you badly enough, clutch your chest and scold him for nearly causing your second death via a heart attack.

He tilts his head at you as his eyes narrow and you can't tell if he's confused or zeroing in on his prey. Honestly, in your current condition, you can't get yourself to care. Maybe he'll put you out of your misery for your cheek.

"Mm, I deemed it so," Alastor says, his luminous red eyes blinking down at you as he leans forward ever-so slightly. He's clearly on edge and you digest this as a display of annoyance, but he's concerned (and doesn't like that he's concerned). He's never seen you like this. "Are you ill, cher? It's quite unlike you to miss dinner."

"In a matter of speaking," you allow as you stand up, brush yourself off, and gather up your duvet into a large wad in your arms. You maneuver it back onto the bed and into a sort of nest you can return to, careful not to jostle or accidentally touch Alastor as he remains partially prone across the foot of the bed and watches you work. Mindful of how little he likely knows about mental health, given his time period, you explain in a few words, "My brain is sick."

He blinks, not sure what to make of what you've said. "Your…brain?" he repeats uncertainly. "How so?" Alastor also deems himself "sick in the head," but he's fairly certain that his brand of insanity isn't what you're referring to in yourself.

You nestle into the duvet, missing how his eyes soften a touch at how small you look right now. You take a deep breath and let it huff out as you force yourself to look at him. If he just wants to torment you a bit, this will expedite him getting it out of his system so you can go back to your staring contest with the wall. If he's not just here to make fun of you…well, then that would be surprising.

"I have depression," you finally admit and you wonder when the last time was that you said those words out loud. Even in life, it was a rare moment when you'd be met with someone who was worth explaining yourself to—most people either didn't understand because they'd never been through it themselves or because they didn't want to understand. Over time, you'd just given up trying to be honest about your struggles because being demeaned or invalidated for them just made you feel worse.

"A what now?" Alastor asks, cocking one brow as he turns to lie on his side with his head propped against one hand. His fluffy ears twitch a little but stay upright, alert, and turned in your direction.

"It's a mood, uh…ailment," you explain, thinking he might not know what a "disorder" is either. You're not familiar enough with what terms people would've used to refer to mental health in his time, so you're overcareful with the words you choose. "My brain chemistry wasn't right in life—my body didn't produce enough of the chemicals that make us feel happy, so I'd get into really bad slumps. Exhausted, sad, sometimes just numb slumps. Apparently that came down here with me, too."

"So…you're in a 'slump'?" he repeats slowly, testing the word you'd used on his tongue.

In moments like this, you find him unbearably cute—from his twitchy ears made restless by the rate of his thoughts to his wide, considering eyes as he tries to absorb what you're telling him. He's a very good listener when he's not in the middle of a bit.

"Yes," you tell him and he relaxes slightly at the confirmation. "I feel dead inside, honestly. Which is funny to say now that I'm actually dead, but it's just… I just don't feel much of anything. Or I do and it just feels empty and hollow. That's kind of worse than feeling sad."

He hums and offers, "A smile is our greatest weapon, dear. We've discussed this."

"Not against this, it's not," you sigh, just waiting now for him to get frustrated or bored with you. "I'm not trying to be difficult, Al, I swear. It's just… I can't fake what I'm feeling. I've tried! I wish I could mask half as well as you can, but it's hard. It takes energy I just don't have in times like this."

Alastor evaluates you with a glance and asks, "Then what is your weapon of choice against these…slumps?"

You tug against the seam of the duvet wrapped around you, all nervous fidgeting. "I never really figured anything out," you admit and it feels like a failure. It feels like because you can't offer him a solution to your problem, your problem must not be a problem. You remember so many exasperated faces looking back at you at times you'd admit the very same. He just looks at you though, clearly thinking. "Sometimes just waiting for it to pass was the answer. I was on medication for it at one point, but it never helped very much. I know I need to eat, but I just feel a bit nauseous when I think about food."

"Then food should be on the docket, certainly, but perhaps not just yet," he muses, sitting up as he continues to regard you. "What else?"

You throw your hands up helplessly. "I'm not sure. I'm sorry," you say. "Maybe I need to go hug Charlie again or something, that didn't fix anything earlier, but it didn't hurt."

Alastor scoffs. "Is my comfort not up to your standards, dear?" he needles you, his tone confident even as his smile wavers slightly.

You blink and shake your head even as you scramble to try and understand what he's implying. "Of course not," you quickly say. "I just… You don't have to do that kind of stuff, you know? I know it's uncomfortable for you and I'd never want to make you uncomfortable."

He chuckles and a mischievous smirk overtakes his features as he leans in and pulls you toward him via the duvet, taking an indulgent look at the blush reddening your face before he tightens the blanket cocoon around you and adds his arms to the equation after. You get the hint not to take your arms out and touch him and you're not even sure you could if you wanted to. You're frozen in place, comically close to a deer in headlights, and you can feel the heat inflaming your cheeks.

It's nice to feel something for the moment.

"Um… Alastor?" you ask, stopped from looking up at him when his pointed chin settles against the crown of your head. "You… Why?"

"Why, what?" he asks, but it's just to put off answering and you have some inkling that this might be the case despite his casual tone.

"Why are you doing this?" you ask, embarrassed by how vulnerable you sound to yourself.

"I can't have you sat here in one of your 'slumps' by yourself, darling," he mused, one of his hands absently tracing over your back.

It takes a lot for you to not lean into the touch, but you're terrified of scaring him off. You're also terrified of overthinking this though, especially as he settles in around you, his larger body usually used to intimidate and tower over others making you feel oddly safe. Then again, even in his most antagonistic moments with you, have you ever felt in danger?

"Why not?" you ask softly.

"You ask a surprising number of questions over something so simple as this," Alastor notes and his words cause a puff of warm breath to stir your hair. You shiver a little and he chuckles.

"But it's not simple for you," you murmur, letting yourself relax a bit as he impatiently tugs you closer to fit you against his chest. He's certainly not as gentle as Charlie, but you imagine he's far less practiced in this sort of thing than she is. It hits you harder because you know he's trying. And perhaps because you—silly, silly you—have a tragic little crush on the Radio Demon. "And… Well, I appreciate it. That's all."

Alastor hums and admits, "It's simpler than expected. And not unwelcome." You feel his chin shift against your crown, like he might be looking down at you, as he asks, "Is it helpful? Or is dear Charlotte's attention still preferable?"

You have to bite your lips a little to keep from smirking—that sort of tone can only indicate that he's jealous. Once again, you find him unbearably cute and it'll likely one day lead to your second untimely demise once he realizes how you feel.

"Yes, it's helpful. And preferable," you confess and you can almost feel his chest puff with pride. "This is really nice. Thank you."

"You're most welcome, dear," he says, glancing down and watching you cave to fatigue and fall asleep as he feels your weight settle further into his chest.

Alastor chuckles and gives you time to fully settle into a more restful state before he shifts your body around and situates you on your bed. He'd first considered staying, but figures having something for you to eat at the ready when you wake is a better use of his time. At least that's the reason he gives himself to go.

The truth is he can't remember the last time he honest to goodness comforted someone. There's a tickle in the back of his brain, a voice asking if he's losing his edge. Asking if you'll see him now as less than he is, which (in his mind) is a sadistic, cannibalistic overlord and nothing more.

He can't deny though that he's savoring the lingering warmth from your body on his coat. And, as much as he doesn't understand these "slumps" or the depression you referenced, he didn't like seeing you look so sad.

And he supposes if he must occasionally soften his sharp edges a bit to help keep his favorite guest present and smiling, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

[fox-guardian]

I have looked everywhere and I can’t get a simple answer. What is the relationship between The Magnus Archive and The Magnus Protocol. Are they set in the same universe? Does the Magnus Protocol contain TMA spoilers? Which should I listen to first?

the magnus protocol is a sequel/side-quel to the magnus archives. tma came first and the events of it did also, but it's not. super relevant?? thus far?? you could go in not having listened to tma and it'd be a different experience, but you'd still understand what's going on. it seems like everything referencing tma would just be another part of the greater mystery within protocol. iirc the creators were like "yeah listening to archives first might hinder the experience" so there's that

ultimately they're part of the same "cinematic" universe, but take place in separate universes.

as far as spoilers go. hm. i would assume (unless they throw a curveball at us) that the end of s1 onwards might be a bit. spoilery. for tma. it is uncertain. but likely. but since the creators said you could go either way in terms of which to listen to first.... ehhhh?? use your own judgement i guess??

protocol is less of a commitment rn since it's only on s1 with 30.1 episodes while archives is completed at 200, so there's that as well

(but if you do end up listening to protocol first do share your thoughts and theories with the world since a non-tma listener's perspective is rare around these parts)

[unoislazy]

BES College Au Headcanons

Characters included: Mizu, Taigen, Ringo, Akemi, Madame Kaji

There are some Mizu x Reader hints shoved in here

A/N: I’m just gonna stop saying what I plan to write next cause every time I do I suddenly either can’t write anymore or something ruins my plans entirely

Also there was an ask that went with this but It got lost in my inbox so I’m sorry to whoever asked but here you go!

Cutie Patootie

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Mizu In College

-mizu barely does her homework

-why write things when train?

-she practically lives at the gym

-just cause it’s modern doesn’t mean she has to stop training

-you’d meet her through class

-you had to sit next to her and she was incredibly intimidating at first

-eventually, thanks to certain professors incessant need to give group work, you had to talk to her and realized she’s not as scary as she first seemed

-she’s not a huge party goer

-the one and only time she’d go to a party is because you invited her to go with you after you were invited by Taigen

-Taigen would essentially be a frat boy

-I know you saw how he was with those women who WERENT AKEMI in the first episode

-mizu wouldn’t be able to stand him

-despite not sticking around you the entire time Mizu would literally watch you like a hawk

-she doesn’t have many friends so she doesn’t really have any other reason to be there

-she’s just being a “good friend”

-she’s not a huge drinker either, but if she gets bored she’d take a few sips

-then a few more

-and maybe just a few more

-Taigen would invite you to a party and probably try and hit on you despite it being well known that him and akemi are together

-mizu, of course would’ve seen this, and swooped in no matter how far past tipsy she might’ve been

-she’s good at faking being sober

-100% would “fake” being your partner if it meant getting people to leave you alone

-Mizu is often still seen as a guy but given the time period I’d honestly think she’d go by any pronouns

-I don’t think she would necessarily care if people use he/him for her, but I think she’d prefer she/her

How they get food

-Ringo would complain about dining hall food, but in a very constructive way

-he’d stand in the hall talking at the lunch people (they wouldn’t be listening) about how to improve the meals

-he’d have to be dragged out before he’d talk their ears off

-mizu literally could care less, food is food, she doesn’t eat much anyways

-akemi door dashes, with the money she has? She can afford it

-Taigen probably leeches off akemi

Work Habits

-Mizu’s a HEAVY procrastinator

-Akemi does her work and often gets very good grades

-she has to make her dad proud

-Ringo studies but he gets lost VERY easily

-Taigen does his work but, much like Mizu, he practically lives at the gym so sometimes some things slide under his radar and affect his grade

-he’s scramble to make it up last minute and somehow still get credit

Professor Kaji?

-Madame Kaji as a professor is a funny thought to me

-she wouldn’t be, if anything she’d just work at a club considering that would’ve probably have been the modern day equivalent to a tea house such as hers

-but if she was she would’ve been super strict

-especially on the students who couldn’t give two shits about her class and make it obvious

-she’s have a very rigorous course

-but if she saw a student failing who she knew was actively trying, she’d lighten up a bit and offer actual help (unlike almost every real life professor ever)

[genshin-scenarios]

meetings, memories, just for you (lyney x gn!reader)

Summary: You’re a Fatui agent who works under Childe, accompanying him on his visit to Fontaine. There you meet Lyney under the guise of your civilian personas, and it’s not until later when he finds out you’re also part of the Snezhnayan group. However… what he’s more worried about is how to win your affections, as he aggravates (feat. Aether and Paimon’s company) about how to court you.

A/N: Many thoughts and head empty… I got this idea while I was doing chores and really wanted to write it out, so hope you’ll enjoy! 

Content warnings: Spoilers regarding context for Childe’s appearance/presence in Fontaine!

Wordcount: 3801

All things considered, your job as an agent under Childe’s authority was less stressful than that of other Fatui you’ve met. Much of your work involved assisting him with diplomatic paperworks, arranging travel plans, and the occasional combat.

While you’d like to say he’d taken an interest in your talents (a hydro vision bearer with a ‘life-stealing’ fighting style), the truth lies in how he’d found you at his family home while delivering something from Pulcinella. You were a regular recruit, and so was weak to his siblings' demands to join them in the snow and help build a gargantuan snowman. (We need more hands! Could you spare a few minutes?—it seemed like they took one look at you and you’d passed some sort of vibe test.)

To be honest, you didn’t have anything important to do save for returning to your base and waiting for other small commands, thus you ended up joining them. What a surprise it was for Childe then, to return home for a visit and see you there; he’d asked if you were working under anyone in particular, recognising your uniform, and asked you to go hunting with him (also for his family’s dinner, so how could you refuse after they’d given you snacks for the road?) And after witnessing your potential in combat, he offered you a place as his subordinate.

It wasn’t a prestigious role, but you made your way up the ranks with enough practice, and his younger siblings much preferred having a familiar face be the point of correspondence between him and themselves when Childe was in other nations - so here you were. An odd inbetween of subordinate, assistant, and friend (loosely termed, seeing as you did your best to not overstep despite how down-to-earth he was).

When he’d told you to arrange a visit to Fontaine, you could tell that Childe was in a low spirited period. His vision started to refuse his commands, and with every battle he’d leave with an even worse mood - all you could do was wordlessly heal his wounds. Your specialty involved trapping targets and healing your allies based on the damage done to enemies, which your peers used to say was akin to ‘balancing the scales’, whatever that’d meant.

Childe was feeling better after you’d first entered Fontaine, yet when he mentioned giving you his vision for safekeeping you were quick to rebuff that you weren’t going to be able to guard it safely. 

“Why not pay a visit to Aether, since he’s here?” You’d suggested. Frankly speaking, you were just hoping his usual cheeriness when it came to the Traveler would occur. “In the meantime, I will investigate the matter you assigned to me, Sir.”

That was what you were doing, going around Fontaine in hopes to learn more about the nation’s prophecy. Childe felt drawn here after his bad moods began, and so you hoped to find more clues regarding his dreams of a whale’s shadow.

It was easy to introduce yourself as the assistant of an important noble (not particularly false, since Childe had the mora to show for it). From your questions came responses that either thought the prophecy was farce, or divulged whatever ‘insider information’ they could. Some were quite the gossips, so you at least had an entertaining time listening to them.

“And so, it was said the Hydro Archon would be the only one left on her throne, weeping a sea of tears.” The man dramatically said, eyes shut for a moment of silence. “...Though of course, it’s nothing to worry about with the Chief Justice here. He’s very reliable, and would surely find a solution if it was really true.”

“It seems that not many people believe in its warnings,” you reflect.

“Well, there are better things to focus on if you were living here.” He boasts. “You should try watching one of the court proceedings when you have the time. Once you immerse yourself in the drama of it all, surely you will understand.”

“I will remember that.” A smile graces your lips, preparing to part ways now that you’ve gotten his input on the topic. “Now, if you would excuse me—”

“Pardon me, but I couldn’t help but overhear your discussion of the prophecy?” A voice interrupts your conversation, belonging to a young man with violet eyes and a tear-shaped mark on his cheek. 

“We were indeed.” Your expression easily melts into welcome. “Does the topic catch your interest, Mister…?”

“Just Lyney is fine.” He gives you a wink, picking up your hand to kiss your knuckles in greeting. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Checking his pocket watch, the man you’d been speaking to earlier bids you both farewell after exchanging pleasantries with Lyney, mentioning that he was looking forward to the ashen-blonde’s next show.

“A show?” You couldn’t help but ask, curiosity pulling you away from your mission just slightly. “Should I be addressing you more formally, as a celebrity of Fontaine?”

“Just hearing my name from your lips is lovelier than any title.” Lyney laughs, and you wonder for a second if saying such words is second-nature to him. He’s quick to take a proper look at you however, and refocuses the topic. “So, you’re a visitor interested in the prophecy of Fontaine - may I ask where this interest comes from?”

You start to walk alongside one another as you converse, the picturesque city passing with your words. “Well… if I have to be honest, it is because of my employer.” You’re well-versed with twisting the truth into a pretty facade. Not many people are accepting of the Fatui. Your exasperated gestures are perfectly authentic however, when you think about the paperwork you had to do for Childe back at Liyue. “I work as an assistant of sorts for him, and take care of menial tasks or passing interests that come to mind.”

“Sounds like a taxing job.” Lyney pauses, contemplating. “Say… If I had a way to alleviate your stress, would you want to try it?”

“So long as it’s not hypnosis,” you joke, but are leaning towards him nonetheless. Seeing it as a sign to continue, Lyney puts on an easy smile and picks up his hat, flourishing and tossing it into the air.

“Keep your eyes on my hat, or you might just miss it.” Deft fingers catch its brim, before presenting it to you with the inside exposed. “Could you check if there’s anything inside?”

Not sure if you were supposed to touch it or not, you instead give it a careful once-over, lowering your head to look closely. “Nope, nothing’s there.”

“Ah, but what’s this?” He moves his hands in wide arcs, flourishing props in the air like a dancer. Taps the hat twice, and a flurry of playing cards rush out and dive towards the ground. In feigned surprise, Lyney moves his hands to catch them. “Oops—”

Only for the cards to catch fire, and out came a pair of doves that flew into the air, up and away.

You don’t think you’ve blinked since Lyney started his trick, which only left you more flabbergasted at the sudden turn of events. When he finally bows and places his hat back on his head, you fight the urge to inspect it once more for some magic pocket.

Collecting yourself, you clap for him, lips pulled into a true smile this time. Lyney’s gaze lingers on the way your eyes crinkle, and he crosses his arms behind his back as he peers at you expectantly.

“How was that?” Eager for your praise, Lyney blinks up at you with the ghost of a smirk. “Did I manage to steal your attention?”

“You certainly did.” Shaking your head, you bow with a hand atop your heart, playing along with his theatrics as you expressed defeat. “With a miracle right in front of me, it’d take a lot not to be in awe.”

A miracle, huh? There’s a twinkle in Lyney’s eyes that you can’t quite decipher. “If you enjoyed that, I’d be happy to perform for you again one day. Or if you’d like to attend one of my shows, I’ll be sure to reserve you a front row seat.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose.” While you’re very much interested in watching his performances, you didn’t want to feel like you were taking advantage of this encounter. Plus, you were technically here for work. “...But if I manage to get a ticket amongst your other fans, I’ll make sure to cheer the loudest so you’d know I was there.”

There’s a moment where Lyney seems like he’s about to laugh, but holds it back gracefully and nods at your proposal. “I’m sure that even without that, my eyes would be drawn to you all the same.”

What a flirt. “We never did talk about the prophecy, in the end.”

“I didn’t want to be just another passing survey to you.” Lyney shrugs, giving you a mischievous smile. “But if you’d like to meet up another time, I can certainly divulge what knowledge I have.”

“Was this part of your plan, too?” You joke. “Are all magicians the scheming type?”

“I was simply thinking on my feet.” You didn’t say no, which was enough to keep his spirits high. 

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Suffice to say, when you returned to your room that night and finished writing up a report to give to Childe, the Harbinger was quick to ask you about the flower tucked into your hair.

A flower that you did not realize was there until Childe had pointed it out, asking if you met someone today.

Cheeks burning at the realization you’d not only walked around the entire city with this, but also that it was a Rainbow Rose associated with passion and romance. There was only one person that could’ve gotten close enough for this; Lyney.

So of course, in a very mature fashion, you swore to yourself to not let this go the next time you meet him. You wore the same rainbow rose as a brooch when you attended his show, which seemed to delight the magician greatly. After a few more encounters, you could say that the both of you were friends.

…Well, somewhere between all of that, you became aware that Lyney and his sister also belonged to the House of the Hearth, which functioned under the Knave. Your superior had an obvious dislike for his colleague, but you put that little fact behind you. (It wasn’t like a person’s superior defined who they were. If that were the case, were you supposed to be as battle-forward as Childe?)

But whether or not Lyney was aware you were also a Fatuus leaves room for guesswork, until one day, without your knowledge, he’d seen you in the distance - about to call out to you in his usual manner until he noticed your company.

It was part of his job to at least be aware of who the harbingers were, even if he didn’t have to know their histories down to a tee. And seeing you, obviously quite familiar with Childe, made a number of conflicting theories jumble in his head.

What was your relationship with the Harbinger? Did you know Childe’s true identity? Were you and him…

Thankfully, Aether was quick to clear up his worries when they ran into each other a few hours later, after noticing that Lyney seemed more distracted than usual. At their explanation of how you were Childe’s subordinate, your explanation of your job finally fell into place.

With one concern dealt with, another arose; if you worked closely with a harbinger feared on the battlefield, were you truly impressed by Lyney’s own tricks?

A part of Lyney’s pride sunk as he overcomplicates the matter in his head, covering his eyes as if to fight off a headache. “Aether, what do I do?”

“What do you mean?” Paimon asks in confusion. “Isn’t this a good thing? Since you’re both Fatui, you don’t have to worry about them being afraid of your history!”

“How can I impress a person that’s seen much more in their life than the average audience?” His words make little sense, but Aether fights back a laugh; this was simply Lyney’s slow acceptance of this newfound information. He must truly hold you in high regard to worry about impressing you. 

“Your magic tricks impressed us,” Aether reminds him. “And we’ve fought a lot of enemies, and gods, including Y/N’s superior.”

Paimon agrees. “Mmhm! And Y/N even apologized to us afterwards, telling us to go easy on Childe after he… ah… The point is, they're nice despite working for that troublesome guy. So… cheer up?”

“I saw them wearing a rainbow rose in their hair the other day.” Aether adds. “That was yours, wasn’t it?”

As if conjuring the image straight into his mind, Lyney’s now covering his face for an entirely different reason. “They’re wearing it?” God, his cheeks are burning.

Why is it that every time he thinks of you, just the memory of your smile is enough to make his brain malfunction?

‘Brother, you know I care about you, but aren’t you worried you’ll never get anywhere if you’re not straightforward about your intentions?’

Perhaps it was time to take Lynette’s advice… and as she’s told him before, there are some things that they don’t have to handle alone, so long as they involve the right people.

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When you’re assigned to do an errand with another Fatuus in Fontaine, you didn’t think much of it. While you were capable of fighting and exploring on your own, diving underwater in a foreign nation was probably not a good idea for you to tackle by yourself.

What you didn’t expect however, was for Lyney to be said Fatuus; and your brain immediately makes the link back to Childe’s unusual tone earlier, telling you to take your time while investigating the underwater ruins. (And also to get a cool souvenir for his siblings, if you saw one.)

You’re understandably nervous after Lyney explained how to breathe underwater, saying that once you get used to it, diving in is easy. He’s quick to notice your apprehension even as you steel yourself to jump, repeating to yourself that this was for work.

“...But for now, it would be discourteous of me to just throw you into the deep end.” Lyney’s gaze grows soft, offering you his hand. You take it, trying not to look too relieved that he’s simply leading you in by walking from the shore. “Close your eyes, hold on to me… Alright. You can open them now.”

It’s beautiful underwater, is the first thing that comes to mind.

Lyney watches you fondly as you take in the sea around you; colorful plants, sea creatures roaming, and the wonderful sparkle of sunlight sifting in from the sky.

“It’s breathtaking,” he voices your thoughts, though his gaze is on something else closer to him. Lyney clears his throat, swimming forward, still holding your hand. “While I can’t take credit for this, it is quite a magical sight, no?”

Now that you’ve calmed down, you notice the faint elemental energy emanating from the both of you. The way his hat still manages to stay intact makes the corner of your lips tug. “It is. Thank you for your help.”

You’re about to release his hand now that you’ve found your balance, but Lyney is quick to pout. “You don’t want to keep holding on to me?”

“I don’t want to be a burden.” You laugh, untangling your fingers for the sake of practicality, then nudging his shoulder playfully before swimming off to explore. You can hear his chuckle from behind you as Lyney matches your speed, leading the way to the ruins which may hold clues about Fontaine’s fall.

It feels more like a rendezvous than a mission, to be honest. Lyney tells you stories about the times he and his siblings would come down here, and how Freminet was more familiar with diving, though he’s happy to be chosen to be here with you instead (at your poking, Lyney does admit that this might’ve been arranged with the help of one golden-haired traveler. You’ll have to thank Aether and Childe later on, you suppose.)

Your conversation falls short when your eyes land on an otter, immediately captivated by its cute form and the seashell between its paws. You try your best to maintain some professionalism, but it’s clear in the way you keep glancing back that you’d give anything to get closer and say hi.

With a gesture to get your attention, Lyney leads the way towards the otter, offering it a present to enter its good graces. It tilts its head at the romaritime flower in Lyney’s palm, which then begins to glow a warm amber from the inside with a gentle application of pyro.

Effectively charmed, the otter swims over curiously, making little noises as it flips around in excitement at the sight of the flower’s changing hues. It looked like a shifting sunrise, and you took the opportunity to perform a trick of your own using your vision, manipulating hydro to form tiny fishes that swam around the three of you.

How can Lyney put it… If it was possible to extend this period of time for an eternity, he’d be more than happy to live in this moment forever.

Underwater, there is no one to perform or keep facades for. And with you, a part of himself has always felt more at ease; as if it was fine to spend a moment not as the mystical magician he’s known and adored for. 

While he does enjoy seeing your eyes widen with awe at his magic, Lyney thinks it’s more dangerous for himself to become so relaxed in your presence. Just what would he do if he forgot to put his mask back on once you resurfaced, and the weight of water became too much for him to bear?

Maybe he can figure out a better way to memorialize this excursion; he’s heard quite a bit about preserving flowers in resin, so perhaps there’s also a way to add colors to the ornament to replicate underwater hues.

A few hours pass as you explore together, darting between shipwrecks and ruins, and the occasional battles with mechas or aggressive creatures. Somewhere along the fourth wave of mechanical enemies you were starting to wonder if Childe sent you to a dangerous spot on purpose to - as he might put it - ‘bond over battle’ and impress your crush.

While you certainly didn’t want Lyney to think you were useless in combat, every time you spearheaded an attack felt slightly performative as you destroyed the mechas. You felt like there was a gaze burning into your back. Not one of hidden assassins, but the magician who’d been oddly silent compared to his usual self; as if contemplating something. 

(It would take much provocation for Lyney to admit it was because you looked very cool, and he doesn’t know why he’s starting to get bashful about the way you expertly disposed of the enemies, vision singing with a wonderful glow. It’s almost like a dance - more graceful than violence was allowed to be.)

(In other words, he was trying not to speak unless he was sure his voice wouldn’t come off as unsteady, seeing as his mind was starting to blank at how attractively reliable you are.)

Perhaps if you were on land, Lyney might be quick to join in this little game of impressing one-another. But here, his arrows could only do so much. And while effective, pyro could not travel as far underwater compared to your element. 

He’s slowly realizing that without borrowing the abilities of hydro constructs around the ocean floor, he might’ve been fully assigned as the rescuable maiden in this situation.

While disenchanting, the thought also makes an idea spring into his mind. Before you could turn and tell him you were done gathering samples (and thus you could finally go back to the surface), Lyney casually tells you to hold on for a second, as there was something in your hair.

“Huh? But I didn’t feel anything—”

Surrounded by nothing but open space and marine treasures, Lyney steals your breath away with a kiss that ties a promise from his heart to your fingertips. He decided that so long as you were gracious enough to welcome his presence, he would fold to you like a flower opening its petals, enveloping you in his warmth whenever he could. 

Even with nothing to threaten you here, his hands snake around your waist and shoulder, pulling you closer as if to hide you from the light filtering from above; as if that would take you away from the illusions of magic that he so expertly crafts, for something more ‘real’.

It’s a kiss to tell you that this is real. This moment, the reasons behind his touch and glance, and the fact that he’d very willingly spend hours and hours at the bottom of the sea with you, no strings attached, without a complaint from his lips.

In fact, was it a little selfish for Lyney to enjoy monopolizing your attention in this way? Not having to fight against the bright colors and sounds of the beautiful court of Fontaine, with honest-but-lengthy endearments falling from his tongue as if stopping would mean one less second under your gaze?

You’d never once complained about his lack of talkativeness today, compared to his usual demeanor which presents himself like a spell to dazzle the senses. Never commented on his gestures that feel more gentle than luring; and though both parallels are true aspects of himself, he was starting to think you understood the grandiosity of his character. Lyney the Magician, who steals hearts and does the impossible.

Both statements were true, though perhaps in a more meaningful way now than in the eyes of the public. He can scarcely believe it himself whenever you return his affection, alert but not evasive of his approach.

A week later, a parcel arrives for you. It’s a glass orb with a rainbow rose at its center, with smaller pieces of romaritime petals surrounding it, like glitter falling on an angelic stage.

There are layered traces of pigment in the resin, reminding you of the day you spent underwater. Suppose it was largely successful of Lyney then, for your first thought to be that the rose reminded you of his charm. Not as a motif of allurement, but echoing the kind wishes behind his actions.

You always liked how the roses he’s made you associate with himself were not red, but pink. The latter suits him a lot more, in your humble opinion.

[the-traveling-poet]

hello there!

alright, hc...what do you think about Levi with a partner that has adhd? as in inattentive adhd?

like...very forgetful, can't focus to save their life, careless mistakes that they don't even notice, short attention span, "smart but lazy", impulsive, very emotional and literally just jumping from one topic to another while talking, withdrawing suddenly and this intensely mood swings man, they're the worst (I have adhd, lol).

basically the whole thing...how do you think Levi would handle that?

and thank you, I absolutely love your work🫂❤️

Headcannon no. 11

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A/N: anon I FEEL you. for me it’s disassociation so I’mma add that to the HC list here :)

I hope I did this justice for your preferences!

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

(If you’d like added to the taglist, just DM me :) )

Enjoy~

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At first, he really couldn’t understand what qualified you as a reliable soldier to humanity.

But after working near you; both fresh out of boot camp, and then later outside the walls, he started to understand.

While your attentjon seemed to come and go on matters both huge and small, in the best and the worst of timing, he saw how close of attention you paid to every little detail. Even if it was forgotten for a short time until it became useful to you.

He grew to admire these attributes, slowly but surly growing accustomed to your mannerisms and the charm that came with your accidental inattentiveness. This eventually sparked a friendship, and after some time, feelings.

When he proposed the idea of his growing affections to you after some time to think, he’d have expected your reaction to be simple; either shocked or joyed.

He wasn’t at all expecting your distracted response.

“Well yeah, I knew that. I just figured I’d wait till you said something. But also it’s cause I forgot to tell you that I knew.”

You were refreshing to him, in some way.

He realized he could tell you the same story twice and watch your face light up in amusement if you had forgotten the tale.

Though he might see it as incompetent from others, he appreciated the way you’d sometimes forget to lace a strap on your uniform, or simply became too distracted to finish the job. This always enabled him to fix it for you with the excuse to double check your safety and be nearest to you.

The times your emotions got the better of you, regardless your reaction, helped remind him that it was okay for him to feel things, too. And in this way, he could talk it out with you and vise versa. After some time of this, it drastically reduced his stress.

Whenever you would disassociate or zone out, it gave him the opportunity to really study and admire you; as well as to have a moment’s break from how long you’d been going over the topic at hand. He’d never admit it if you ever zoned back into reality and caught him, but he adored examining your side profile when you’d cut yourself off from a conversation you’d been having. It was endearing, really.

Your occasional mood swings gave him entertainment at times, as well. Not that he would ever laugh at your expense, but watching you go from bouncing off the walls with excitement to kicking your feet through the grass with a scowl always kept him on his toes. Something he really appreciated, as being complacent in any way bothered him.

Your relationship with Levi constantly kept him curious and observant. He was never bored, never forced into a repetitive loop of events. With you, every day had a new adventure.

Whether that adventure was ensuring your saftey and reminding you to maintain your health on a daily basis, or listening to you ramble on over one of your hyper-fixations in the earliest hours of the morning when you decided sleep could wait. And decided for him that he could do the same.

He would always pretend to be disgruntled by it all, but the way he stared into your eyes with such adoration and excitment rimming his irises behind closed doors told you all you needed to know.

You made him worry about things he’s never considered before, opening his mind to new topics and ways of doing things. And he wouldn’t change that for anything.

His fellow veteran associates would catch him with his hand on the small of your back to protectively walk you from one side of the room towards the other, or tying up your hair for you on the field when you’d forgotten a band for yourself.

He was always prepared, but now that he was with you he took many more precautions. And it made him feel useful to you, no matter how big or small his gestures were.

Levi was always an attentive man, but your ADHD now had him conditioned to be even more so.

He saw it as a challenge some days, always watching and guarding your six. But he loved a good challenge, and always rose to the occasion without any prompt.

ADHD and all, Levi’s devotion to you would grow stronger than any attachment he had to anything else. You made his protective side come out, yet softened him all the same with your adorable antics. Through every struggle, he was there to support and help.

You were his favorite challenge; his favorite investment.

[yanderes-galore]

Is it possible to ask for concept of Frank + Julie (DBD) sharing a darling???

Sure! Here's the couple that sucks equally :)

Yandere! Frank + Julie Concept

(The Legion)

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Controlling behavior, Alcohol mention/Underaged drinking, Coercion, Fear mongering, Forced companionship/relationship (Not specified).

The best pairing I can come up with is before The Fog.

You're in a similar situation to the rest of The Legion.

You find Ormund boring and wish there was something fun to do.

You wanted more friends and things to do.

So you went to one of Julie's parties after being invited, wanting something to pass the time.

That's when you met your new friend group.

At that party you met Julie, Susie, Joey, and Frank.

At first they seemed like your typical teenage rebel group.

Which, of course, made you feel at home when talking to them.

Most of you were around the age of nineteen, fed up with the world.

Although, your angst was certainly much different than the rest.

While you vented your frustrations in small ways like graffiti and maybe petty theft...

People like Frank and Julie preferred things like arson and murder.

Another thing to know about the two...

They're skilled in the art of manipulation.

Something you end up learning relatively soon as you get to know them.

So, I imagine you being part of The Legion is a good way to get you to know the two of them.

Now, while I originally thought Frank would be the worst in this pairing... That isn't entirely true.

While Frank himself enjoys causing trouble and messing with others...

Julie is just as bad of a manipulator as Frank, if not worse if we take her tome into account.

The dynamic I'm getting is this... The two would be so controlling.

It takes peer pressure to a whole other level.

After all, compared to them, you're quite innocent.

More akin to Susie than anything.

But that's okay...

They'll enjoy molding you into the person they want to be.

I do think they'd enjoy an impressionable obsession.

If you aren't, they'll make you.

You may not be into doing vandalism, arson, or even larger theft yet...

But you'll learn with them.

Not like you have much of a choice, right?

Peer pressure is such a dangerous thing.

I feel their pairing/intentions here don't matter much.

In canon the two definitely seem to be dating.

Although, when it comes to their obsession, their intentions with you could go either way.

Maybe they're just really close friends with you... doing everything they can to make you crave their companionship and approval.

You're bored, aren't you?

Don't you want to do something cool?

You want a group to hang out with, right?

So listen to them.

They'd be a similar way if they were trying to drag you into a relationship with them.

The two are so toxic.

Dangling attention and affection over your head like a dog with a treat.

They seem like the type of yanderes that would slowly make you begin to rely on them.

It's small things... just to make you ache for approval.

After all, to join The Legion, you must be having some troubles of your own.

Be that at home or socially...

You're vulnerable.

They prey on that.

It starts with cutting off others around you.

So even if you had good connections...

They'll make you crave them.

The two are possessive, treating you like a toy.

Two cats... one mouse... all in their little game.

You feel so small compared to them.

This friend circle feels more like a trap than anything.

Even more so when they drag you into more dangerous tasks.

By the time you're committing arson and doing robberies... You're in too deep.

After all, how can you leave?

The two no doubt make you feel dependent on them.

What happens if you leave?

Will they follow you?

Will they hurt you?

Will they hurt who you're close to?

These two do horrible things...

Only to act all friendly with you right after.

You could witness them kill a man or rob a store...

Only for Julie to invite you to another party...

Or Frank to suggest you discuss killers with them.

If that doesn't tempt you enough... Frank brings alcohol like a bribe.

To them, there's no way you can leave them by now.

Within months they'll have you dependent on them.

They'll know your biggest secrets, or maybe even frame you for something.

You'll be so scared of what they could do...

You'd follow through with anything they said.

If they told you to help them, you help them.

If they coax you into drinking, you're drinking.

Hell... If they had romantic intentions and invited you to more... intense activities.

You already know the answer.

The two would have you wrapped around their fingers.

Even to the point of when they rob Joey's job he was fired at and they kill a man?

You're right there with them.

The two would make a blood pact with you.

Anything to prevent you from leaving.

If you try to run, they'll give chase and keep their grip firm.

Honestly, you should've turned back when you could.

You should've never gone to that party or skipped school when they asked.

Such thoughts flicker in your mind as you help them bury the body.

The blood is still coating your clothes.

They praised you, said you did well to follow them.

Even as The Fog begins to envelop you, The Entity beckoning...

You don't think you could ever escape them.

When you enter a new realm, you expect to be alone.

But no... Even now, the two are right beside you... and you become a pawn.

Suddenly it isn't just peer pressure anymore...

Perhaps you were always in too deep.

[zoeykallus]

heya! I'm not sure if your requests are closed, and by no means do I hope to overwhelm you further with more requests :'D feel free to ignore this especially bc it's more of a negative request aaa

so as context: sometimes I zone out and due to my childhood I will flinch if I see a movement coming at me which at the time I thought was understandable/normal but my bf has already expressed his disappointment every time I flinched or denied physical affection and left me being the one who apologizes for a reflex and I was wondering how the batch (platonically) would react to the reader (preferably female) telling them that story if the reader was the batch's bffs or smth? :'D (plus Cody if that's okay!) I'd be curious to know if they would just try to calm me down or if they would try to encourage me to get that specific thing fixed maybe?

argh I'm so sorry for the long ass text cRIES

again no pressure whatsoever with this waaah

Aloha! 😊

Interesting question. Personally, I think personal space should always be respected, no matter how close we are with someone. In a relationship, most people tend to loving physical contact in many different forms, and I see how this reaction can be surprising or off-putting for some. But with a little empathy and patience, that really shouldn't be a problem for a partner to get used to and accept. If my partner is jumpy with such reflex reactions, I should be able to adjust. There is a reason for this reaction and I think you shouldn't be, or feel pressured to apologize for it. All in all, communication (and an understanding, open mind) is key, as it almost always is. Then there is also the option to try and get that out of your system, so to speak. Therapy might help, it's worth a try or two. After all, it would possibly make things easier for you as well, giving you more comfort in everyday life. Easier said than done, I know. But that's just my two cents. Either way, I'm wishing you all the best 😊 Let's see...

The Bad Batch/Cody x Reader HCs - The Flinch

Warnings: Implied Trauma / Traumatic Reflex Reaction

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Masterlist<

Hunter

It can happen casually, maybe he doesn't really think about it, just wants your attention for a moment, but you are busy, and your mind is elsewhere. A brief touch on the shoulder, innocent, gentle, without ulterior motives. Still, you flinch and turn around so quickly, startled, that he flinches briefly himself.

Hunter in no way intended to scare you or offend you, he would never do that consciously. Of course, he apologizes, you are close friends, he knows your past that you confided in him.

"I should have known better, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

He is patient, gentle and forgiving. Hunter tries his best to be sensitive to you and respect your boundaries. He is careful in his interactions with you, considerate.

Echo

The first time it happens, he is so startled by your reaction that he backs away and looks at his hand as if he expects to see it red-hot, or spiked. He blinks a few times, then says, "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Whether you confide in him or not, Echo will never hold it against you. He can understand that your reaction has a background, and he can respect that you don't want to share it with him. This does not change the fact that he will take it into consideration.

He sometimes seems strict and so serious, but he has an antenna for the sensitivities of others. It is in his nature to be considerate.

Wrecker

He is a bit impetuous and very affectionate. Scaring you or triggering a reaction is never his intention, but it can still happen quite a few times. You can speak openly with Wrecker, he is happy to listen to you, he is understanding even if you don't tell him everything.

He will always apologize if it still happens accidentally, and he will never blame you for these reactions. He will rather make sure that others around you respect your personal space as well.

Tech

He is not a particularly physical guy. On the contrary, Tech values his personal space and usually respects that of others around him. In combat, this may not be possible at times, but in general everyday life, Tech tends to keep a polite distance.

If he does trigger that automatic flight or defensive reaction, he apologizes immediately, and you can assume it won't happen again. He himself is not a fan of surprising touches, which is why he doesn't like Wreckers' little nudges at all and usually lets them pass with rolling eyes or critically furrowed brows.

Crosshair

As almost always, his first reaction is a bit grumpy. He doesn't immediately understand what's going on, but he's a good observer and a bright guy. Of course, he notices that you have these reactions more often, even with other people.

Crosshair reads your body language and realizes that this is a learned, habitual reflex reaction. He understands that there is a real, possibly deep-seated reason behind it. Of course, he adapts, even if he doesn't like to admit it, he can be considerate and very understanding.

So you don't have to worry about him. He certainly doesn't respect or appreciate you less than before because of that. In fact, it awakens a certain protective instinct in him.

Cody

At first, he is surprised, but he is neither offended nor annoyed. But he is attentive. As a soldier, he's learned to read body language, to interpret reactions, and even though you might not say anything about it, Cody understands pretty quickly what makes you tick.

You can count on him to pay attention to that in the future. You don't have to apologize to him, you can just be yourself and relax. Cody is always a safe haven.

He also won't let other people maybe cause you problems because of it. Anyone who teases you about it or makes fun of you should be prepared to get in trouble.

[jiminiepabo]

Jungkook as your boyfriend

I was going to make this for all the members but I want to go in depth with each of them so I'll be posting them separately, enjoy 💗

When you meet-

He's such a smiley boy when he meets you

He's very interested by your life and asks a lot of questions

He seems more traditional so I think he might take things a bit slower than some of the others

taking you on lots of dates whenever he's available

He's the type to want to pay for everything 100% of the time

He's also the type to memorize the little things

Oh, you liked the shoes in the window of the store? Or the type of chocolate you prefer? Or your favorite flower? Or the names of your family he's never met?

He will remember it all

And I think he's also realized that about himself

Like when he starts memorizing things about someone specific and really thinking about their words, that's like his obvious sign for himself that he likes someone

So when he realizes he actually likes you, he Will. Not. Stop. Thinking. About. You.

Seriously.

Though he might wait for you to make the first move, because he's worried you don't return his feelings

So when you ask him to be your boyfriend, he cannot contain his joy, like he's just the happiest boy on earth and he feels so damn lucky

When you start dating-

Hes very hesitant to touch you, he always asks your permission first

He LOVES kissing you

He also likes looking into your eyes

He's a bit of a hopeless romantic so he genuinely thinks your perfect even though no one is anyways

I think he'd prefer to stay in and watch a movie with you rather than going out.

I don't think he needs physical affection all the time, but he sure does love a good cuddle under the blankets

He's also extremely prone to boners when he likes someone

They just pop up outta no where, probably bc he's constantly think abt you

After a few weeks to a month, kook usually realizes he's in love

And I really think he's a passionate lover

Extremely loyal, will do anything to make you day better, to see you smile at him

And if you return the favor, he'll be over the moon in love with you

In general, I think his mood would just be ten times better and the members would notice it too.

But they already know who put that smile on his face bc he for sure talks about you to his hyungs 🥺

And then things start to blossom into a beautiful relationship, the kind you see in movies and dramas that everyone wants to experience

He cannot describe in words how you make him feel

And I know I said he's traditional but you're probably going to move in with each other before marriage because you seriously can't keep your hands off of each other

And hes love doesn't fade due to any circumstance either

Like even when he's across the world on tour, he will call or FaceTime you every single day and listen to you all night no matter how tired he is

He just wants to give you the whole wide world because you deserve it

He's a total softie for your love and affection

Reqs are open!!

[idv-sweethearts]

Ithaqua Relationship Headcanons 🧁!

Notes: TW for vague implications of SH and vague implications of an ED (But it's vague enough that you could interpret it as either one).

♥︎ So the first thing I think you need to know is that he'd really prefer to start out as friends. To get to know you. To learn about you. He wants to know what your intentions are and what kind of person you are before he even considers allowing you that kind of role in his life.

♥︎ I think he'd most admire a person who is gentle towards others (Especially animals), treats others with a sense of understanding, and has a sense of humor. He'd also find people who insist with complete seriousness that they are superior to everyone around them to be a bit annoying. He believes there is no one right way to be and that insisting that everyone must act the way you do is just plain wrong.

♥︎ Speaking of gifts, expect for him to bring you random small things he finds like he's some kind of odd bird. If you also start bringing him random things you find, he will be ecstatic that you both have your little collections and he'll consider it to be a silly little competition to see who can get the other more tiny objects.

♥︎ The second thing you need to know is that when you do end up in a romantic relationship with him, he will talk to you less but spend time with you more. He's not completely silent. He's just a bit quieter now. He's gotten to know you. He's getting more and more comfortable around you. It will take him a few months to get comfortable with physical contact since that's something that feels somewhat foreign to him, but he'll find himself becoming more physically affectionate with time. Early on, though, he's definitely more likely to gravitate towards quality time and gifts.

♥︎ It will be a while before you see his face. He doesn't seem to like removing his mask a whole lot and he isn't too fond of physical contact, so he keeps his skin covered most of the time too.

♥︎ If you want to give him physical affection, I'd recommend just some hand-holding. He'd find the sudden contact to be a pleasant and welcome surprise if you're both at the point where you're comfortable with it. I'd say if he's giving you affection, he's comfortable receiving it.

♥︎ While he doesn't use words much, he's a bit of a giggly bitch when he's in a good mood. And hearing you laugh is a comfort to him. He likes to make you laugh until your sides hurt. He doesn't like to see you suffering or in pain, but he likes knowing that you're having fun.

♥︎ I want to make it extremely fucking clear that too much has happened in the past for him to ever forgive himself if anything happens to you. If anyone ever seriously hurts you, whether it be physically or mentally, comforting you his top priority, but he will at least consider killing whoever caused your pain. If he can do it and not get caught, he will. And he won't let you do it unless you're really insistent. Best to keep the blood off your hands, you know? You shouldn't have to watch the life leave a person. That could hurt you further and he doesn't want that.

♥︎ Speaking of comfort, he's become quite good at it. He'll learn in time to pick up on your body language to figure out what you need at the moment. This will be a time where he does speak to you, to tell you that no-one will hurt you while he's around and that he won't hurt you either. He wouldn't dream of it. You don't have to tell him what happened, though he'll listen to every word if you choose to confide in him. What you ought to tell him, though, is what he can do to help. Because he'll do his god damn best to make you feel better. That being said, he'll usually prioritize what you need over what you want. If you want to do something that's bad for you, he won't entirely deprive you of your choice in the matter and he'll listen to your reasoning, but he will argue with you over it.

♥︎ He has trouble sleeping. He lies awake at night for hours sometimes, just listening to the world around him and waiting for something bad to happen. During this time, it's best to just talk to him. He won't verbally respond much because he just doesn't feel like it, but he will be more okay with physical affection. It's a reminder that you're there and you're not going anywhere.

♥︎ And speaking of sleeping, he's probably the type to make a nest or fort of sorts from the blankets. Something to keep both of you warm, assuming you're both comfortable sleeping in the same bed. His body is quite warm and he prefers the cold most of the time, but while he's resting is one of the few exceptions. The warmth can be overwhelming to him at times, but it's always felt like an embrace to him. He finds it physically uncomfortable, but emotionally soothing.

♥︎ He doesn't like when he's alone and it's quiet. His mother is alive as far as I can tell, but she doesn't speak anymore. For a long while, you won't be allowed around her because she's terrified of you. It's not personal. She's just not entirely there anymore. She's like a prey animal. While she may initally come off as docile, she's nonverbal, scared that everything that moves will harm her, and hardly the same person she used to be. If you want to interact with her, be patient and don't you dare ever insult or harm her. In Ithaqua's mind, you are a delight, but that will change real fucking quick if you hurt his mother, intentionally or unintentionally. He'd be a little more understanding if it was unintentional, but he'd be very upset with you for a few days. If you want to make it up to them, make his mom a gift and let him give it to her. After whatever you may have done, you won't be able to interact with her directly for a long while. He just doesn't want to see her get hurt again and his attachment to her is stronger than his attachment to anyone else. You're very dear to him, but his mother is his mother.

♥︎ If he's upset with you for any reason, he'll mostly be silent and avoid you until he isn't upset anymore, which will probably take two days or so. After that, he'd be open to talking with you about whatever may have upset him. He just doesn't want to confront the situation until he's thought about it and made sure he's calm enough to handle everything rationally. During the conversation about what happened, he won't insult you with malicious intent. He wants you to understand why he's upset and he might accidentally say something hurtful while trying to get his point across. He doesn't mean to and he feels extremely guilty over it. If he sees you're upset, he'll take a deep breath, assess the situation, and try to be a little more gentle with how he handles things like this in the future, though he won't stop trying to talk about these kinds of things with you because you're a person with free will and the ability to make mistakes, and god damn it he's gonna treat you like a person because that's what you deserve.

♥︎ When he's upset but not at you, he'll be even less talkative and even more physically affectionate. You're very dear to him and he finds comfort in just knowing you exist.

♥︎ Overall, he's very gentle and affectionate with those he cares about, but in a way that can come off as cold and uninterested depending on how you interpret social interactions. To him, you are both just living beings and he accepts all of the good and the bad that comes with that. You chose him and he chose you and every day, you continue choosing eachother and he's grateful for that.

[dipolardruid]

This might just be the wlw in me but imagine

What about if yan stepmom never met reader's father Instead he died in a car accident with Y/N inside and she happens to see it and managed to save reader so instead she met bio mom in the hospital. They aren't as trusting of each other but eventually they warm up to each other and shower reader with love.

TW: MENTION OF CAR CRASH

To be honest I struggled with this because it's very hard to see a good ending to their relationship especially because Bio-Mom is not a good person, Betra can sense when someone is up to no good and Bio-Mom gives her that vibe but at the same time Bio-Mom is an amazing actor, however for the sake of the story I'll do the beginning of everything.

You still remember the first day you met Betra how she pulled you out of the burning car by your wrist making sure to get you and herself as far as possible holding you close to her with her left hand while using her right to call the cops that's all you truly remembered before you had completely blacked out not waking up for 3 days.

When you did finally wake up you were alone and confused in a white cold room with a thin blanket over you unable to move because of the pain, you'd be like that for a for a moment before remembering there was a crash and how you never saw your father being pulled out causing you to start panicking and forcing yourself to get up at the commotion a nurse had come in to try to calm you but after failure to do so help came to sedate you as a way to prevent your injuries from reopening and getting worse.

It wouldn't be until the next day that you'd see the woman who saved you and your mother, Despite asking about your dad they remained quiet on that subject but kept you company keeping you updated on other things to keep your mind off of things. They always seemed to visit you everyday no matter what, your mother you could understand the visitations as for betra not so much but as time went on you grew used to her presence.

Throughout that time you did realize they had slowly formed a close relationship that began with a few conversations here and there to spending almost whole days with each other during the times you were with them, it wouldn't take long to realize that their friendship and had formed beyond a simple friendship, you didn't really put too much thought into it since they continued to treat you the same way.

Except for Betra who's affection has increased along with her want to be more involved in your life like school and friends, you never complained or said anything since they always seemed happy.

Betra would help your mother with you when she had to go out to work and made sure your bandages were changed and your injuries disinfected, your mother was a little less involved due to her job but made sure to spend her remaining time with you and Betra and always bought you something before you left.

If betra was out of work and your mom not around she'd take you out either to eat or somewhere to just hang around and just have fun, if you just wanted to be home and do your thing she'd respect that and leave you to do your own thing besides a few conversations here and there.

This was how life was when you were with them nothing out of the ordinary besides the elephant in the room, that being your father.

Your mother was there as much as she possibly could be but left you alone when you wanted to be alone, the same for betra. Your mother did not enjoy hearing your cries she hated it and it frustrated her to no end that she couldn't help you all she wanted was for you to feel better but knew there was nothing she could do but be by your side.

The same for betra she was awkward about it since she didn't want to overstep boundaries but did let you know she was there if anything was needed, she would have liked to have done more but preferred you come to her. If you ever did go to her she'd feel glad that you're comfortable enough to do so, whether that's a listening ear, advice or just a shoulder to cry on she'd be more that happy to give you what you need.

While everything wasn't sunshine and rainbows when you were with them, Everything was fine you were very well cared and loved for, So you never thought anything could be going on after all they both were very happy at the end of the day and so were you, that's all that really mattered in the end.

Request are open!

[marsbar17]

Hi again!! :3 Think u could write t4t witchvoid hcs?? Preferably domestic life or what they would do on dates??? Or how they act around their friends after they starting dating??? They’ve been on my mind a lot lately lol!!!! :D (sfw and nsfw is fine!)

The wholesomeness is taking over me >:) Enjoy just nice healthy relationship shit

[Apex Legends]

[Catalyst x Wraith]

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《SFW》

• They definitely enjoy coffee/tea dates at cafes, just sipping drinks and talking about anything and everything

• It's mostly Catalyst talking while Wraith admires her and listens to how her day went

• Occasionally they go to movie theaters to watch cheesy romance movies and laugh at how dumb they are

• Catalyst secretly enjoys the movies but what she enjoys even more is seeing Wraiths face as she laughs

• They share a thing of popcorn just to touch hands :)

• Most of their dates are just hanging out at home

• Cooking together, getting dressed together, eating together, spending free time together

• In front of others, they're kinda low key, they ain't flaunting it, but it's not like they're keeping it super secret

• They just don't show a lot of pda in public and they don't talk about their personal lives

• Wattson was probably the first one to know

• She either walked in on them kissing or saw Wraith with a hickey and they couldn't lie to her, no one can lie to wattson its a crime

• Wattson promised not to tell everyone about it as long as Catslyst now came to the Wraith-Wattson-Mirage-Crypto game night every saturday

• Catalyst beats them all at every game

• Even after they made their relationship public to the other legends they still don't show affection much in public

• But in private they like to just tangle all their limbs together under a blanket and watch movies

• They both seem like the intimidating one in the couple but I like to think that Catalyst is the "excuse me, she said no pickles" while Wraith just stands there

• It's not that Wraith is nervous, she just doesn't care enough to ask the employees to correct it

《NSFW》

• I can see them both domming, but mostly Catalyst

• I feel like, no matter who is the dominant one, Catalyst just really likes the feeling of having someone wrapped around her dick

• Just like in the last post, i still think that their favorite positions are riding and doggy

• All the stuff about the spicy piercings carries over too

• Wraith is especially sensitive and if Catalyst wants to overstimulate her she'll just start jerking her cock while she pounds deep inside

• For someone so sensitive, Wraith has a surprising amount of stamina and can go a couple rounds if she wanted to

• Catalyst is very much the type to mark up her lovers in every way, biting, sucking, digging her nails in, all of it

• Wraith is lucky her outfit is full body and includes a scarf :)

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[tieflingtareon]

My love, are you the devil? (Oh, call me a devil)

Chapter 11 | Words: 4k

Summary: Astarion found himself often surprised by his heroic companion. He had one goal. To become the favoured companion of the group, to earn the Tieflings loyalty, to make Tar'eons strength his own. Yet Tar'eon isn't like the usual target of his manipulations. Despite his naivety, he does not seem gullible. There is something very wrong with their 'leader' to begin with. Astarion isn't sure if he wants to control it or eradicate the threat it posed. But can he really do either when Tar'eon himself seems so...unwaveringly kind?

That devil is getting into his head, while others get into Tar'eons. He doesn't appreciate not having the upperhand after years of being at the disadvantage. He will find a way to make him see.

He is the one he should be listening to. Astarion would make it so, no matter the means.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50668558/chapters/127995079

"It feels like we're being watched - hunted, even - but there's nothing out there, only more darkness." Astarion shuddered, sticking close to Tar'eon, seeing as he held the torch for the both of them, the other needing both hands for his weapon. Astarion kept his dagger close. "I much prefer it when I'm the one prowling in the shadows, about to strike."

"The longer you go on, the more it feels like a threat." Wyll drawled from behind, holding a torch up for Lae'zel. They had assumed any light source may better their chances in the shadows, Moon Lantern or not, but with a limited supply they had to walk in pairs, Halsin holding a torch and looking around at their surroundings with Karlach and Shadowheart on either side of him. Though, Shadowheart was drifting back to Karlach's side instead, looking near wondrous.

The Shadow Curse didn't affect her. She had insisted it was a blessing, but Astarion wasn't one to believe in such things. He just wanted out of the damn place, maybe find a nice spot to camp where he could drop off the dead weight tomorrow while they explored.

"It could be." Astarion smirked as he looked back at Wyll, baring his fangs with delight. Wyll didn't look impressed.

"Knock it off, you two. Getting a bit chilly here, Astar." Astarion chuckled.

"Sorry, dear. I can't help it. Teasing a devil is a once in a lifetime experience."

"Do not make me use my blade-"

"Astarion, you know exactly what you're doing. Behave, or I'll make you walk with Halsin so he can go on and on about the Oak Father to you."

"Oh, you're such a spoilsport." Astarion pouted but held his tongue as they walked. They didn't have to go far before they stumbled upon a group of Harpers. And as per usual, Tar'eon had to save the day, and put their hinds on the line. On a good note, it did get them to an Inn of all places. And towards the very devil he'd been thinking of as of recent.

"Your move, Mol."

"You trapped me. I didn't even want to take this one."

"Calimshan rules, dear. The first piece touched is the first piece moved."

"That's garbage! No matter where the knight goes, I'm gonna lose it." The poor girl sounded beyond frustrated at the prospect of losing.

"Then make the sacrifice useful. Guard your Mystra, or come for my Cyric."

"What's going on here?" Karlach sounded annoyed, glaring at Raphael. Like she could sniff the devil out, even in human form.

"Look who made it!" Mol actually seemed excited to see the large tiefling who gave her a smile. If it weren't for the child, Jahira might not have let them in. "For once, I saved your butt out there, didn't I? We're square now, chief."

As promised, she was giving Tar'eon her very best smile.

"Say, do you play lanceboard by any chance? It's my first time playing." Astarion almost laughed. Of course Raphael decided to play with a child who didn't know the rules. The devil had a motive, no doubt trying to teach the tiefling child some kind of lesson he'd later use to his advantage. The typical manipulative devil. At least Astarion knew his games, unlike the child.

"I'm afraid I haven't, but..." Tar'eon looked over the board with a small frown, getting just a touch too close and knocking the board Mol's way with a small, "Oops. Apologises. It's hard to remember my size sometimes."

Astarion had to bite his lip to hold back a smirk. After being with the man three weeks, he could pick out a lie, and he wasn't even trying to hide that one. While Raphael was casting them a disgruntled look, Mol took the chance to use the magic of her gifted gloves, switching pieces around and grinned as she took Raphael's piece on the board.

"How's that for Calimshan rules?" Mol looked rather proud of herself, and even Astarion found himself respecting the kids little act. She absolutely knew how to play the game, yet she acted dumb because she wanted to win. She used Raphael's superiority against him, and that, that he could respect.

"Brava!" Raphael was gracious in his loss. "Lovely work. I see I was right to make you the offer I did." Tar'eon looked at the devil, his eyes narrowed, and Astarion knew if Mol wasn't present, he'd likely give into the dark urge to skin the man. "You will consider it, won't you?"

Mol's smile finally dropped, looking unsure before she got up from her seat and walked away. Tar'eon scowled at Raphael.

"What a lovely specimen she is. A blushing apple, begging to be plucked." Disgust roiled in Astarion's stomach at the description.

"Please let me smack this creep." Karlach gritted out, the heat of her anger visible on her skin.

"She cheated, of course, but that's half her charm."

"And what's the other kind?" Tar'eon asked, his voice low, almost a growl. He was doing well to put a lid on his temper, even if his tail was whipping wildly behind him, almost hitting Astarion.

"My favourite kind; ambition." Raphael smirked. "But don't you worry about Mol. It goes without saying she still has the unconditional freedom to choose the only option she has left."

Tar'eon looked ready to bare his canines and rip into the man, ever the mother bear when it came to those tiefling children, but Raphael turned his gaze to him.

"Now, let's talk about you. I sense there's something you want to ask me." Astarion glanced at Tar'eon who was still glaring daggers into the devil, the barb at the end of his tail making a scratch in the wood behind him.

"I do." Astarion couldn't contain himself. If this man had the answers, he wanted them. Now. Patience was not his virtue. He had few of those. "I have a...proposal for you."

"Astar." Astarion ignored him.

"A proposal? If you're hoping to taste my blood, little vampling, think again. I burn hotter than Wyvern whiskey."

"This is serious business, devil." Astarion snapped. "And I much prefer a different spice, at this point in time. Apologises to disappoint your expectations, but you're not my type." He huffed and straightened, feeling Tar'eons presence coming to stand at his back, arms crossing. Like he was trying to intimidate the devil himself. Ridiculous. Though, he had once told Mizora to her face that he'd take her head, so it shouldn't surprise him.

"Oh, I doubt that." Raphael stared intently at the tiefling who's cold glare could have frozen all of the Hells.

"Quit it," Astarion hissed, glaring at Tar'eon who huffed, not moving, but relaxing his stance. "My old -" He paused, not wanting to give the man too much information. The less he knew, the better.

"Well, a long time ago, someone carved runes into my back. They are fragments of a contract. I'd like to know what the full contract says." The devil gave it a long hum, no doubt trying to scheme his way into binding Astarion to him. Powerful men seemed to love to break him down. There had to be a reason for it, but he didn't like to think about it.

"Scars? What scars?" Karlach frowned as she spoke up, looking concerned.

"You haven't told them? And you've kept your clothes on this whole time?" Raphael chuckled. "How unlike you."

Astarion's boiled with rage at the slight.

"Though, I doubt that to be true, with your...guard dog." Raphael mused. "Why not let the others see? Don't be shy." With a wave of his hands, Astarion felt rather bare, looking down with a curse.

"Gods damn it." He grumbled, almost knocking Tar'eons hands aside in his frustration when the tiefling took off his cloak - a cloak he never remembered him buying, if he was honest - and wrapped it around him, like he had any modesty to begin with.

"Shit...That looks painful." Karlach winced.

"It was." Astarion gritted his teeth. "Give me my clothes back, devil."

"Ah, ah -"

"I don't think he even knows." Tar'eon said, no doubt just trying to get under his skin.

"Really?" Well, it seemed to work. "It's something very important to your master." Astarion bristled, holding the cloak closed to feel a little less vulnerable. How had he known that? "But is it a love letter, a warning, or a deed of ownership? I could give you all the gory details. But of course, you'll have to do something for me first. Let me think about it and get back to you."

He baulked at the devils audacity. But, he supposed he was a devil.

"You'll 'get back' to me? This is important, devil!" He huffed and worked his jaw. "When?"

"Don't worry - I'm motivated to help you. Scars often tell such wonderful stories. I think yours might be truly exquisite. I'll see you soon."

"My clothes-" He was gone in a puff of ash and Astarion huffed, humiliated and pissed, scowling at the place the devil had been.

"Those carvings...they must have been excruciating." Wyll spoke up, voice full of sympathy. Pity. Astarion glared at him.

"Cazador worked on it from dusk until dawn, all with an ancient blade he called," He gave a laugh, finding it ridiculous even thinking about it. "His 'needle'." But the laughter fell short under the sad stares. He hated this. Hated when people pitied him so openly. Viewing him as something weak, something broken.

"Cutting and tearing, starting over if I screamed or winced too much." He looked away, unable to control the emotion in his voice, despite his efforts. "It was...a rough night. But what's done is done, so how about we stop talking about it and get on with things?"

He wanted the topic off himself.

"Although, I should...probably get dressed first." He allowed a short laugh, like it was almost hilarious and not embarrassing.

"We're bunking up in the rooms, to save cash. Your stuff will be with mine." Tar'eon said softly, a gentle hand on his back. "I'll show you."

Astarion was half tempted to slap his hand away, but the warmth was actually quite reassuring. He was getting used to it. A dangerous thought.

He couldn't remember the last time he slept on a proper bed, not since before the kidnapping and tadpole. He moaned like he was making love to his own personal incubus when he laid down on the mattress, not caring to cover him when the cloak fell open.

"Gods. I miss having a real bed."

"You don't even sleep, Astarion."

"Shush, I'm imprinting this moment into my memory for when we're back to our bedrolls." He dreaded that time ahead. He rolled over onto his front and hugged the pillow close, burying his face in it. "I could sleep, if I really tried, but I'm not a fan, honestly."

"Nightmares?"

"It's a common affliction amongst our party, I'm afraid."

"Indeed." Tar'eon hummed, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently reaching his hand out to smooth down his back. Even through the cloak, Astarion could feel the heat of his palms, like a hot stone massage. He melted further in the bed.

"I don't think we should trust him. Raphael."

"Gods, don't say his name, he might take that as an invitation." Astarion groaned. "I'm sorry, love, but I'd trust a devil over a vampire any day."

"I wouldn't trust either."

"Well, we don't always get a choice in who to trust when we have no other options." He clicked his tongue and Tar'eon sigh, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his neck, tucking his nose in the space to breath in his scent. Like rosemary and citrus, with a hint of...wine, maybe? Tar'eon wasn't much of a drinker, to be fair.

"I know...I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Cazador will hurt me worse than any devil could, I assure you." Astarion muttered bitterly, allowing the man to blanket him in his heat. He never used to be aware of the chill of his own skin, but know, he found himself noticing it daily. Lounging in the sun to try and chase it away. "If I know what this contract is about, perhaps I can break it. Or use it to my benefit."

Tar'eon held the vampire for a long moment, unsure what to say. He knew why Astarion needed to know. He feared Cazador could still find him, could use the contract against him. Tar'eon wasn't sure if he could even help him, as much as he wanted to. Who would be able to know the full contract, if not a devil who makes them?

He saw what happened to Wyll. The aftermath of Karlach's own autonomy ripped away from her because of devils. Astarion had faced enough pain in his life. He didn't want him to waste the rest of his eternity beneath the heel of a devil after escaping his old master.

"I should get dressed. The others will be expecting us." He didn't sound like he wanted to face them yet though. Tar'eon kissed his shoulder.

"They can wait a little longer."

Astarion didn't put up a fight. Instead, he laid there a while longer, greedily soaking up the warmth he'd been deprived of for two hundred years.

****

Karlach had tried to talk to Mol, but it didn't go well. The kid was stubborn, even when Tar'eon got on her level and told her, "I know I told you to protect them, but you don't need to sell your soul to a devil to do that. I'm here, and I can help you all get to Baldur's Gate from here."

"Well, you won't always be here." Mol scowled. "You weren't there when they attacked us. When they stole Lia and Cal away...This deal has nothing to do with you anyway. I'll choose what to do with the devil, and my life. It's my choice, not yours or Raphael's." She stormed off with that and Tar'eon sighed, hanging his head.

"The hardest thing about seeing kids make the same mistake as you is knowing you can't stop them." Karlach looked on after Mol sadly.

"The girl will pull her head out of the ground eventually and see he's no good. She's smarter than the lot of us." Astarion drawled, and everyone looked at him. "What?"

"I think that's the first time you've ever said something nice about someone we're helping, let alone a child." Wyll mused.

"Fine, she's a brat, are we done with the spectacle of my niceness? I'm practising." Astarion tutted and Karlach grinned.

"I knew you had it in you. You're soft, under all that frowning, those lines."

"Lines? Gods, why do you people always want to talk about my wrinkles?" Astarion squawked, rolling his eyes as he took his leave to get a drink, waving the lot of them off when they tried to follow. The group shared a round of amused looks before dispersing to do their own thing.

Halsin and Wyll had taken to the lanceboard this time, chatting amicably while Lae'zel spoke with a girl with a bow curtly, Shadowheart and Karlach making their way outside to explore.

Tar'eon watched them all disperse and smiled as he joined Astarion at the bar, eyes fond as the the vampire made faces at different labels.

"I miss Baldur's Gate already." He sighed and looked at the tiefling. "Plonk. Nothing vintage." He showed off the bottle in his hands and Tar'eon glanced at it. It looked fancy, from his limited knowledge.

"The bottle must be deceiving me, because it looks old."

"Hardly! It's twenty years old at best."

"This would have been bottled when I was - Hells, a teen? That sounds old enough."

"Darling, I'm over two hundred years old. Rephrase before I take your tongue." Astarion narrowed his eyes and Tar'eon chuckled, stepping forward to place the bottle back, mirthful eyes on the vampire as his other hand rested on his waist.

"Apologises, ph myirz. I know nothing of wine. Why don't you explain the ageing process to me, hm?" Astarion narrowed his eyes at the tiefling before seeming to soften, approving of his topic change.

"I should be scared of how well you know me." Astarion hummed, not willing to admit how much it did scare him, deep down. He slipped out of reach and nicked another bottle, reading the label with an approving sound. "Oh! Now this, this I can stomach. Come, drink with me, love."

Astarion beckoned him as he stole two chalices from a shelf, popping the top of the wine and giving it a sniff. He closed his eyes, relishing in the scent of a good, full bodied red. The taste may have changed since his transformation, but it was still his favourite type of wine. If they expected him to give it up just because he had a proper meal now, they were dead wrong. While Tar'eon was delicious, he liked variety, even in the non-blood form.

Tar'eon eyed the chalice.

"I'm not much of a drinker...I'm not sure it'd be a good idea, honestly."

"Shush now. Have some fun. I don't just share with anybody." Astarion chuckled, playing coy as he offered the cup to him. "Take it, darling."

"So persistent." Tar'eon tutted softly but smiled as he took it, leaning against the counter as he took a sip. It was strong, an intense flavour, and he wasn't sure he really liked it, but he'd admit it was better than the wine Astarion had let him drink at the tiefling party.

"Only a little. One needs to be a little...demanding, to get what they want sometimes."

"And what is it that you want, Astarion?"

"To know what that pretty little phrase was that you used before. What was it again? My-ezr?"

"Myirz." He corrected, a devilish hiss behind the pronunciation, and with a chuckle, he took another sip. He could feel it going to his head much faster than it should. The older it was, the better the taste, but perhaps higher the potency too. He supposed he could consider Astarion to be like a fine wine as well then.

"What language is that? Infernal?"

"I only know two. Common tongue, and Infernal."

"Your tongue is anything but common, darling." Astarion purred, tipping his head back as he finished his chalice, licking the red stain from his lips before he poured himself another cup. "What does it mean then?"

"I'm afraid it cannot be translated." Tar'eon lied. It had been a slip of the tongue, one he hadn't even noticed until Astarion brought it up.

"Bullshit. You just don't want to tell me." Astarion laughed, not seeming to take it to heart. "Fine. Keep your secrets, bard. But I would like that book once your done with it. Even if just to learn all the naughty words."

"I could teach you them myself, to save you the time." Tar'eon offered, only half-joking. The idea of Astarion speaking in his native tongue...it was definitely appealing.

"Oh? Shall I teach you all the dirty words in elvish then?"

"Can you?" Astarion sighed, looking sombre.

"Unfortunately not. I'm afraid over the course of two centuries, only speaking common tongue...It's hard to remember much of anything. The format is quite different. I was raised in the city, where most speak common anyway. The only person who spoke elvish with me was my mother, I imagine. Well, and Cazador, but it was a rarity for him to speak elvish unless other elves visited - he rarely had visitors while I was around. They'd be too distracted to conduct business." The last sentence was laced with bitterness despite the smile on his lips. "I would just go fetch them dinner instead."

"I'm sorry."

"Gods, don't be. I can't stand your pity. I remember the basics of elvish, but not nearly as much as I probably should. I'm afraid I'm not much help when it comes to returning the favour. In this instance at least."

"I'm not pitying you. Truly, I'm not. If anything, I'm angry for you."

"Angry for me?"

"Being under the thumb of a man like Cazador. I'm sure I don't even know the half of it, but from what I do know...He's a massive prick I'd like to stake and put on a spike."

"Oh, don't we both." Astarion mused, sipping his wine and shifting closer, pressing his front to Tar'eons side. The tiefling raised his arm and wrapped it around the other, his nose in his curls. Astarion looked tired, and despite being so unsure where they were at, what they were to each other, he wanted to comfort him. Today had been rough, he could tell, having to tell the others of his past too.

"Astarion...about us-" The doors opened with a crash and Tar'eon nearly dropped his chalice, hand dropping to his sheath to grab the handle of his blade.

"Guys! Guys, I found Dammon! He gave me another upgrade! Look!" Karlach swooped Shadowheart up in a hug and squeezed the cleric tight. She was touching her so freely - Hells, had the upgrade really worked?

Astarion laughed, raising his glass to her from behind the bar.

"Congratulations! Now you may indulge in all the finest things you'd missed out on, my fiery companion. I'm sure you have plenty of pent up energy you'd like to unleash." He winked.

Karlach looked a little embarrassed, placing the cleric down and scratching the back of her neck.

"Well...perhaps. With the right person."

"Karlach! You no longer burn? It's a miracle!" Wyll seemed delighted on her behalf, coming forward with his arms open. The tiefling practically crashed into him, her desire to hold all her friends finally a thing she could do. "Oh, quite the grip. Please remember I am merely human, despite my horns." Wyll gave a laugh, a little strained.

"Right! Sorry." Karlach grinned as she made her way towards them, only pausing when Shadowheart caught her arm and whispered something in her ear. Karlach lit up.

"Astarion!" She pointed at the vampire who quirked a brow.

"That would be I."

"You promised me a hug, so bring it in."

"Oh Gods no." Astarion recoiled as she made quick work around the bar, and like a bull with a target, she rushed at him. The vampire scrambled to haul himself over the bar, still holding his chalice of wine, barely split, as he pointed a finger at the woman.

"I promised nothing! Do not let that Shar worshipper feed you lies!"

Tar'eon laughed as he was targeted next for a tight hug since he was the closest, squeezing Karlach back in turn, his chest warm. Astarion sighed and rolled his eyes, going for a sip of wine before it was plucked from his fingers by Wyll. He made to protest, to tell him to get his own, when he felt hands pull his arms back, holding him tight in a restrictive lock.

"You- Lae'zel?!"

"It's you or me." She said lowly, eyes narrowed at Karlach like she was a beast and Astarion gasped.

"And here I thought we were friends, Lae'zel."

"You fear me. I smell it on you."

"Well, okay then. A little rude, if you ask me, sniffing it out like that." Astarion was so distracted by the githyanki that he didn't notice Karlach's approach until he was released, toned arms wrapping around him and picking him off his feet. "Hells! Put me down!"

"I'm so glad we're friends, you prickly little vamp."

"I will bite you!"

"Still wouldn't suggest that." Karlach laughed and placed him down, the vampire smoothing out his outfit like a cat cleaning itself after being manhandled by an overtly loving owner.

"Gods. I can't even enjoy a spot of wine in peace with you lot." He turned back to get his chalice back from Wyll, but it had been put into Lae'zel's hands, the githyanki giving a sniff before drinking it down. She frowned.

"This is awful. Weak too."

"I prefer ale myself." Wyll agreed.

"You people have no taste!" Astarion cried and huffed back over to Tar'eon who looked nothing short of amused. "You traitor. Letting them manhandle me like that."

"We both know if you really wanted them to leave you alone, you'd make it so." Astarion scoffed.

"You don't know me." He turned his head away from the man, stealing the bottle of wine while he was at it, talking a deep drink from the lip. He shivered when hot air caressed his pointed ear, swallowing the wine down.

"I know you so well it scares you, ph myirz." He could hear the smirk in his voice and kept his mouth shut, taking another drink and licking his stained lips.

Maybe he did. And yes, maybe it did scare him. A lot. But nobody but himself had to know that.

[nogenderbee]

Ok, I'll do your game!

☆ What nickname would you call your lover?

Well, I think I would call smth simple, like, "my love" or smth like "my dove"

☆ What are your hobbies?

My hobbies are reading, playing games, studying, listening to music, singing, etc

☆ What's your perfect date idea?

Well... I think maybe just me and my s/o alone, maybe a picnic and after watching the stars? Or some simple date, at home, like, me and my s/o just sharing quality time. If my S/O likes it, I would like library dates though

☆ What's something you hate in the others?

I don't like people selfish, and people who judge everything. Maybe people who bully others too

☆ What are your main personality traits?

Well, I'm introverted, with the people I like don't, but with the other people I look stoic 😭 (like, someday a kid thought I was mad, but I was just with my normal face </3), I'm airheaded (in the innocence sense), I'm intelligent, I'm quiet, and with affection things I may sound weird </3, oh, and I'm polite with people, I never curse or may be rude (sometimes I look rude, but it's not my intention)

☆ What hobbie/activity you like?

Reading, playing games, studying, listening to music, singing, etc

☆ What hobbie/activity you dislike?

I dislike physical activities 😭 mainly with balls, idk why, I'm bad at it... Idk if I have smth more that I dislike tbh

Is that!

Of course! I noticed you saying that you prefer boys so that's what your pair is!

So I paired you with...

🥁🥁🥁

Toya Aoyagi!

⊱ okey so first, "my love" or "my dove" suit him and you cannot tell me I'm wrong

⊱ and now you literally enjoy every one of your hobbies! You both like playing games, singing, listening to music, reading and even study dates are an option for you!

⊱ he literally enjoys all of your dates idea, he'd gladly watch the nights sky with you or have home date where you just cuddle. He also loves library dates when you enjoy your book and each other's company at once

⊱ you don't really have to worry as he's not selfish or mean so you'll only receive gentleman treatment from him~

⊱ and finally as for your traits, you two kinda match! You're both a bit quiet but it doesn't stop you from spending quality time! People are scared to come up to you even tho you're sweethearts-

⊱ finally, he won't force you into any sports either! If anything, he'll try his best to do it for you if needed and if he would have this option.

You and Toya were right laying on grass, under starry sky. He had his arm wrapped around you to keep you a bit close to him and you two just tried to notice some constellations. And you had fun doing so even if both of you knew very little about stars. But even tho stars were pretty, it seems like he was focused on someone prettier because he immidietly noticed your little shiver even if it wasn't because of chilly temperature.

"Love, you're shivering... Let's get you a blanket."

And so of course he wrapped a blanket around you, he didn't wanted to go yet but if you'd want to, he was ready. But if it's not needed, he'd rather to stay with you and just adore the beauty of this night. Or yours for that matter~

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[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello my Tumblr Peeps😃I have a treat for you, today🎂😁👍That may sound cheesy, however I decided to write about something (and some1) different. So today I will be writing about non other than Rikido Sato, aka, Sugarman (which is his hero name)🎂😃👍

💘🧁Sweethearted🧁💘 ((Adult)Rikido Sato x (any gender reader)

Genres: Fluff (Possible Comfort)

*The first time you met Sato, he would definitely chat with you. He would talk to most people (as long as they're not bullies), however he definitely was more than happy to meet you and he seems to have good vibes about you. Also he will end up blushing from the sight of you and talking to you before your first conversation gets done.

*He seems to be ones of those guys who is very good about respecting boundaries. If there are boundaries, especially specific ones, he will be more than okay about respecting them. He really doesn't mind you having any boundaries at all.

*If you're someone who likes sweets, then good news. Sato, is definitely an amazing baker. He will bake you anything you would like for him to bake for you. So he will spoil you with sweets of your choosing. However if you're not into sweets at all nor into sweets that much, he will be more than happy to spoil you with other things as well and he read you when it comes to your likes as well.

*If Sato, sees you upset and/or that somethings bothering you he will see about asking you about it. If you don't want to talk about it he will wait patiently for you to talk about your problems when the time comes. If you would like to talk about what's going on then he will actually listen to you. If nothing is actually bothering you, then he still will be there for you either way. He's seriously a teddy bear about things no matter what (this includes your answers for him).

*Sato can be a clingy guy, however it depends on how the person is. So, if you're not into clinginess at all he will definitely respect you, until you consent about anything pertaining affection (even if you don't consent to any affection at all he will be good about it). On the other hand, if you don't mind clinginess he will be more than happy about it, however he will still wait, until you ask for affection, however he will likely ask before he does anything (if your answer is yes. If no then he will be patient with you).

* When you and Sato work on plans to go on dates, regardless if it's in public or his place or your place (or if both of you are living together then it's yours and Sato's place), etc... So this means he's not picky at all on how your dates with him are planned. He doesn't mind, if you're the planner. He also doesn't mind if you're not into planning as well, however he does prefer you to atleast pick something for when you and Sato to go on dates together. It can even be watching movies on Netflix or any fast food place or if you prefer expensive restaurants or pretty much anything you prefer for when you go on your dates with him. He still loves to spoil you and when you're happy he's definitely happy, as well😁👍

The End

I really hope you enjoyed the 1st fanfic I've written this year (2023) my Tumblr Peeps😁👍 Anyways, since this is actually my first time writing about Rikido Sato (Sugarman), I will mention a little bit about why I written about while my opinion(s) about him, at the same timen, as well (with other topics that may or not pertain him😅)🎂😃👍It may sound weird and very unusual start of how I started watching My Hero Academia, however I always have been a fan of Rikido Sato, eversince the 1st time I remember noticing him and it was also in that very particular episode of My Hero Academia, which was where most of class 1A got to show most of class 1A the rooms (which he won best room), because it was actually the very first episode of My Hero Academia I got to watch and something about Sato that has made an instant amazing impression and I wasn't 💯% sure why, however not many characters has have me in that kinda of instant impression, especially for mysterious reasons😅😃👍Anyways, after I started to actually write and post fanfics on Tumblr, I actually wanted to write about him since I started doing so, however my mind got occupied alot (still is) and I haven't fully figured out how to go about until after I managed to actually write and post about fanfics again😁👍It may sound crazy and my husby (Ninjaluxray (aka Redlink Johnson) doesn't know the reason yet, however 1 of the nicknames I have for my husby is "sugarcakes", because of 1 of the common things he and Sato have is they're both amazing bakers, especially with baking cakes🎂😁👍 So I gave my husby "sugarcakes" as 1 of his nicknames (atleast) kinda after Sato (for his hero name)😅 Well my Tumblr Peeps, if you enjoy fanfics, like Rikido, and enjoy this fanfic, I truly hope this fanfic will make your day (or night)🎂🌤️🌝😁👍

*Note: As for the name for this fanfic I decided to get extra creative about it...🤔 Even if it's atleast a little cheesy😅

[perplexedflower]

Debito Fluff Alphabet - [C]omfort

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: Fluff Alphabet.

C) Comfort: How he helps you when you feel down.

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Debito's scale of empathy greatly varies from one individual to another, depending on who he is talking to and what the matter discussed is. But one thing that is sure is how much empathy he feels for you and how understanding he is of your problems. As someone who is very perceptive and who reads people easily, he never has any trouble noticing it when you feel low, whatever the reason may be: and whatever it may be, he is always there, by your side, to try and make it all better. He's not the best of listeners, but he is willing to sit down and hear what you have to say for as long as you need it. However, what he is good at is giving advice, providing answers, and offering solutions to solve whichever issue is bothering you: although his speeches may not be as elevated as great, philosophical life lessons, they always help you see the other side of the coin, and his optimism is a huge aid in regaining your spirit and feeling better. But, sometimes, words are never enough to bring you back on your feet, and in those dire moments, Debito's got it all figured out: his body talks for him instead, his arms wrap around you and hold you close in their embrace, his hands explore the surface of your body with tenderness and love, his eye looks down on you with reassurance and protection, and his lips kiss you, with a combination of softness and passion. He enjoys giving others affection, especially those he cares about, and you are the first on his list, the first to receive his comforting words and touches; and during those moments when you feel down, when you feel low, he is even more present for you, ready to set everything else aside to tend to you, to remain by your side until you get better. And when you do start feeling better, when you start smiling again, he always knows how to make it stay on your pretty face, and that is to take you outside, on a romantic journey through town, just the two of you.

Mini Scene

I could not hold it in anymore: as I sat on my bed, I buried my head into my hands, my face pressed against my palms, and I cried all the tears I had to cry, all the tears I had to let out. My sobs echoed throughout the room, throughout the silence, for what seemed like only a brief moment, until I heard a series of gentle knocks at my door. Before I had time to speak up, to even look up, I heard the door open slowly then close; and followed the sound of light footsteps, the sound of shoe heels walking on the parquet, each step sounding closer and closer to me.

Just as they stopped, I felt a weight on the bed, next to me, and as I finally gathered the strength and courage to look up, I saw Debito's hand in front of me, next to my face, holding a white and purple handkerchief; without a word, I turned to look at him and shed a few more tears, which he silently wiped off my cheeks. Once my tears had dried, he folded his handkerchief back and tucked it inside the front pocket of his suit. Then, he leaned closer to me and kissed my lips, a soft and tender kiss, full of warmth and comfort.

As he pulled away afterward, he held my face with love.

"What's wrong, amore?" He asked with concern.

"I... got into a fight with a friend of mine, from the Wands division..." I shyly answered while I rested a hand on his.

"I'm sorry, love... Do you want to talk about it?"

I stared down at his body, not daring to look into his gaze.

"Not really..."

After a moment of silence, his hand presented itself to me once again, but this time its palm was empty and wide open. When I turned back to Debito, his face was shining with a loving and affectionate smile.

"Then, what do you say I take you someplace elsewhere? We can go to Isis Regalo if you wish, or somewhere quieter if you'd prefer. But either way, you shouldn't stay cooped up here, you need to breathe in some fresh air."

I stared at him, at his smile, and cried one more tear as I smiled back.

"I think I'd like that."

[itsohh]

Hello, Can i ask Fuze x reader hc's relationship? I just love this man!! how about you? what's your fav operator in R6s?

Heh I'm a big fan of him too! I think overall my fav operator would be Doc for sure in terms of personality wise. To play I think I used to play and Frost and Kapkan a lot when I started the game but these days I've been playing a lot of Cav and Kali (not that I'm very good at either of them) I don't actually have all the operators and have been slowly been unlocking everyone with renown, I played a bit of R6S a few years ago but stopped playing and only got back into it a few months ago.

Fuze Relationship Headcanons

Okay so bare with me here, getting into a relationship with Shuhrat isn’t as hard as it seems.

Getting into a friendship- which would be most likely needed first- is the hard part

At first, he's not going to really open up, nor respond much at all. Don’t worry, he's like that with most people, just give him patience and eventually he will start to respond.

You will need to take the first step, to push that boundary of friendship into romantic. He's not going to do it.

Even though he's the quiet type, he's not the type to make things one-sided, once in a friendship and eventually a relationship he will put in the effort, just in his own way.

PDA is not something that he prefers, he’s alright with hugging and affection (much to Alexsandr’s teasing) but he instead likes to have privacy where he's free to open up

Shuhrat likes to take his time when it comes to relationship matters, if it's in the bedroom or hanging out, he likes to just sit back and enjoy the moment.

He had that very logical view of work so when it comes to relationships and civilian matters, often at times, he likes to turn it off and relax.

Sometimes you will catch him staring at you, watching you. Not in a weird way, he just likes seeing your smile, memorising the way you look and the small ticks that make you, you. The way you laugh, the way your skin hit the sun.  If he notices you have caught him he gets a little embarrassed about it and will cough looking away. 

It's pretty easy to stun him with affection in public but the second you behind closed doors he knows exactly knows what he wants, and will take the lead.

Actually quite chill in private, happy to just vibe and hang out.

Not always the one to voice it but you can see the frustration in his eyes if you watch tv programs or films with him.

Not a film snob or anything but boy howdy, he does not sit with shitty writing, if he's not enjoying something he will just want to turn it off or change it, has no patience for it. Will only keep it on if you wish to finish it buts not gonna pay much attention, he's going to focus on you. 

He makes this little squinty face whenever something either dumb or inconsistent happens in a show, it's pretty funny.

Shuhrat actually likes being embraced in private and loves to pull you into his chest and hold you there.

One time Timur found you both curled up in the library asleep after a long week. You still have the sketch he did. 

Not overly romantic but has his own way of showing he cares

Shuhrats is amazing at listening and remembering things about you, not the most material but remembers small things you want / need which makes him amazing at giving gifts

He's not going to open up much about his feelings very quickly, he won’t express how he feels until he's 100% certain but when he tells you he loves you, he means it in the strongest of terms.