#since I'm feeling v sentimental today I wanted to tell you that I really love this plot and all the development they've had

[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.2) NSFW

W/C: 3.2k #NSFW, THEY FUCKIN', bottom!reader, top!sukuna, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna ignores feelings through the force of sheer willpower, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, blood as lube (SORRY), Sukuna unhinged horknee, ABO elements

A/N: I wanted to make this include more parts, but I am so flabbergasted and in awe of the response to this fic that I feel the need to feed y'all feral creatures LMAO. JKJK but 👀 Thank you for all the feedback and support! It really gives me the motivation to continue writing and to interact with the JJK community. I'm having a lot of fun!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah

“What the fuck is this?” Sukuna drawled, an intense fury simmering through his being. His gaze couldn't tear free from you, not even to size up the blindfolded weirdo watching him intently. 

He shattered the coffin, freeing you from the makeshift cursed bath some freak had forced you into. He smoothed damp hair from your sickly face and searched for sparks of life somewhere in the cold stillness that'd overtaken you. And there was something. He found it, a little glimmer of vitality in the smallest, shakiest inhale. 

“Good,” he praised, brushing your hair back more and more to get a better look at your face. You looked like the frail little thing he saved all those decades ago.

“You know,” Gojo interrupted, but Sukuna paid him no mind, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about that kitsune.” 

“Then you don't know what this is,” Sukuna decided blandly. “Figures.” Kenjaku kept him off the record, huh? Guess that's a bonus.

“Oh? Do you wanna enlighten me before Yuuji comes back?” Gojo smiled, as if he really expected Sukuna to play nice and be honest with him. “Come on, come on, it's your chance to be vulnerable~” 

“Tch. Pretty damn sure the fox'll be the one to tell you.” His hand smoothed over your stomach and rubbed slow, gentle circles against your skin as reverse technique sought to bring you all back to him. “He yaps about as much as your insufferable ass does. Granted, he talks a lot nicer.” 

“Wow, rude.” Gojo sighed and clapped twice as if clapping on a light. “Okay! I've had enough bullying. Yuuji–” 

“Brat, don't you fucking dare–” 

Yuuji inhaled sharply. He blinked owlishly at your calmed expression, your eyes now closed and breathing now steadied thanks to Sukuna's aid. 

Aid. That wasn't something the king did. 

“Sensei,” Yuuji managed, voice quivering under the weight of memories’ emotion. “Can you fix this?”

Somehow, you were stuck in the throes of flirtation with the malevolent king of curses. 

“It may be courtship,” Uraume guessed, soft smile brightening their cold exterior. 

(They'd been smiling more recently, actually, ever since you completed that overcoat and presented it to them. Nary a day went by when they did not don the sentimental garb.)

But you weren't so sure; the event of courtship was serious business across all lucid creatures. Animals and creatures of primal existence sought out partners with favorable genes and strong constitution, whereas humans and the like yearned for merit or love in their coupling. You didn't quite grasp the way humans thought. Not yet. 

Well, save for flirting. You decided it was a sort of pre-courtship where nothing became serious and nothing was on the line, but frivolous touches and haughty words of praise ran rampant when those concerned crossed paths. 

Much like today.

(Much like the days before and after.)

You walked along the stone-paved path most mornings, lost in thoughts and mumbling to yourself bits and pieces of poems. Most were unfinished, but in their own time, verses would find one another and complete the incomplete. 

A groggy yawn hummed from the palace entrance. And moments later, Ryoumen Sukuna fell into step with you, grumbling and mumbling complaints about the nippy Spring morning while he tucked his arms away into his sleeves. 

He followed you, idly looking around the expansive space you'd helped curate and maintain when you weren't busying yourself with the girls or decorating clothing. The gardens weren't a mess before, not at all, but now they had a certain taste–trees and flowers were planted with specificity, stones were moved, paths reworked. You took the outside over completely. The king didn't mind. 

“Sukuna-sama,” you said, voice melting in kind with the morning frost. “I'll need to leave for a short while.” 

Sukuna quirked a brow and looked at you. You gazed upon the large, thick koi flashing their beautiful scales and ornate patterns of orange and white as they swam and followed you. Tch. How come even the fish were drawn to you? 

“And how do you think you'll accomplish that?” Sukuna tossed a rock into the koi pond, making the fish scatter. “Getting away from me isn't something you can do.”

You huffed and looked at him. “I understand. I simply seek your permission.” 

“Denied.”

“Ah.” You deadpanned. “Why?”

“You're mine; I decide where you go, how you breathe, if you eat. Or are you forgetting that?” 

You sighed and let your ears droop sadly with your tails. “Surely you jest.” 

“Are you laughing?”

You whined like a sad, sad street pup before cozying up to him, slipping your hands up his stomach and chest like you were supposed to. “Please?” 

“No.” 

You chittered and pressed your face against him, but didn't protest and complain much more. 

Sukuna’s thoughts whirled. The show was amusing, sure, but you didn't do anything without reason, especially when it had to do with breaking character and acting out like this out of–

Oh? 

Sukuna leaned down and sniffed you, searching for the intriguing coil of flowery citrus he nearly missed on the warming breeze. It was so, so faint, but decadent and alluring in a way that made the master of toxins cautious–most poisons tasted sweet, after all. 

You pulled your head back, shrinking down the slightest bit with your ears flattened against your skull. Your eyes, wide as a full moon, stared up at him, expectant. The touch of your hands on him never left, though.

“Brassavola nadosa.” Sukuna tilted his head. “You smell like it.” 

You blinked curiously, relaxing. “Is that so?” 

We don't have that orchid in the garden. Sukuna hummed and lifted a lock of your hair, catching another weak waft of the flower's faint scent. 

It's coming from him, then. Hm. 

“Tell me again why you want to leave the palace?” Sukuna asked on a hunch.

And that hunch doubled down when you fidgeted with the cloth of his haori and looked aside. 

“I wish to bear children," you admitted, shy and quiet. "To try, at the very least. Perhaps find a mate, too.” 

Children. You wanted children. After everything those sorcerers put you through for who knows how many years, you still wanted to mother a runt of your own. And you were willing to run off into the wild to, what, let some random man knock you up? Fill you with seed of unknown origin, unknown value, unknown potential?

Sukuna's ego flared. He leaned down to you, tilting your chin up to make you look him in the eyes regardless how small you felt in that moment. He deserved to witness you. You deserved to witness him. 

“You're not leaving,” he breathed, and he swore he could hear your heart break. “If you want a brat, you'll get a brat–only if you stay here 'n give up on those shitty thoughts of finding a sire out there.”

Your eyes scanned his face, tracing over serious lines and honest creases. Clearly, you searched for an answer–

“How?” 

–one that Sukuna didn’t have. Or maybe he did. Perhaps he just couldn't find the words for it. 

He scoffed and ruffled up your hair, unable to answer you. “You're not leaving. Not unless I say so.” 

The first time he let you go, he left scars. 

He found you in your chambers come early evening. Your tails swished and flicked as you sat amidst a nest of his robes and the missing linens from his chambers while you futzed over the embroidery of another haori, this time adorning the plain thing with the darkest scarlet one could find. Sukuna could already guess why. 

Your being burns as wildfires do. Lively. Emphatically. Devouring more and more so long as the earth lets you. Yet where you do not lay ruin, you grant warmth and light in a divine way. Wildfires are not such horrible things if one stays a respectable ways away. 

Your poetic nonsense irritated him to no end, but he fell enamored all the same; you spoke to honor him with every utterance of his name. You didn't try to kiss his feet nor did you bask him in compliments–you only spoke into existence that which hummed through your mind, unprovoked. It just so happened to be everything Sukuna liked to hear. 

So when he found you secluded away, beckoning so sweetly with intoxicating scents of citrus and gardenia, what choice did he have but to lay claim, to give you the brat you so sorely yearned for?  

You sensed him. Your gaze flicked to him, stoic and unmoved as ever, as the energy in the room built into suffocating silence, something like tectonic plates caught in deadlock, holding their disastrous energy, waiting for the right moment to devastate the world with a single, cataclysmic shift.

And of course, it was the impatient predator that moved first, setting a catastrophe into motion. 

The hours blurred together. 

Every minute of the chase was thrilling, invigorating, surprising–you were filled with tricks and traps, never slowing down for a second to think or doubt as the beast of a sorcerer pursued you through his palace, through the city below, and now into the looming forest in the mountains. 

Admittedly, he'd gotten carried away. He lost himself in the rush of it all, the adrenaline and pure, destructive desire pushed his self-control into unraveling just the slightest bit; honest attacks tore through space and time, hoping to maim and cripple you if they were to hit. And, honestly, the way you avoided his attempts to strike you down enthralled him as much as it enraged him–he was seconds away from unleashing his domain until a less-than-satisfying ripple of cursed energy tore across your thigh and put you down.

It was then, walking up to you, to his prey, that Sukuna remembered you weren't a sorcerer. Most would be able to stand and walk it off, maybe even heal with reverse technique, but you could only grasp at your weeping wound and grimace. Because you were not a sorcerer, you were a kitsune: a trickster, a creature full of mischief and void of cursed energy. 

Yokai. Not a human. Not a curse. Not like the rest of the boring souls wandering his earth. 

Sukuna pinned you the second you tried to make a break for it. Fangs and claws gnashed and tore into him while his hands strained to keep you down and rip those damn clothes free from your burning skin. 

Mating's never a pretty thing when it comes to nature. Humans like you made it something more.

Sukuna clasped a hand over your mouth and forced his weight onto you, ripping reedy yowls from your core as you twisted and turned, primal mind urging you to run, run, run, don't make this easy, make him prove his worth–

Rip.

Ribbons of what were once your robes fluttered to the ground, useless and unsalvageable. They were plain black, so unlike what you usually wore. You wouldn't miss them. 

“Make this as difficult as you want, pet,” Sukuna whispered as he loomed over you. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat when you stilled.  

“You know how this ends.” 

His pants were pulled down while another hand wiped slippery blood against your pliant entrance–and that was the only warning you got before he pushed into you. 

Where you should have screamed, you instead sighed. Your back arched off the ground like a work of art. Two hands gave up on holding you down in favour of gripping your waist and hips, pulling you closer to him, forcing you flush against his body. 

He noticed it then: a litany of old scars and discoloured marks shining against your skin. Marks left by those who did not deserve to taste such a delicacy. 

Unsightly.

Blood painted the grass. Cleaves and slashes ate away at those tainted scars, painting over the ugliness left hidden for too long–now, his marks would decorate you. Now, those hidden scars would mean something. They’d mean everything. 

Yet Sukuna's selfish maiming wasn't fitting the bill, and your antsy-ness was proof of it. You tried for the last time to pull from him, but his grip tightened around your throat. You gazed at him, then, eyes so wide and hungry, eager to fight or fuck–whichever came first. 

He braced over you and nearly winced as he dragged out of your suffocating heat. A sharp snap back inside loosened you, the glide of blood and slick aiding him. 

“I'll take you the way you need it,” he drawled as he built the pace quickly, already feeling his own obsession and excitement reverberating through his body, filling every fibre of muscle with electricity.

“Then,” he growled, leaning closer to your face. “I'll fuck you the way you want it.”

“More,” you sighed, digging your nails into the pillow you had your face buried in while the beast fucked you from behind. Sukuna groaned in compliance and lanced into your guts deeper, harder, faster than before–you were the only one that could handle the brutal way he let loose, and he was more than willing to indulge in that privilege. 

The hands all over you rose to the occasion, too; one had your tails fisted in his ruthless grasp, rudely holding you still and pulling you back against his hips; another rested on the curve of your ass, only moving to give a sharp slap or to knead your soft, perfect skin; the last two held your hips in a crushing force, his calloused fingers digging into your plush sides and sharp hip bones like you might disappear at any second. 

A sharp, sweet whine signaled the beginning of the end, as did the restless fidgeting and shifting in the king's grasp. Seeing you, a poised, powerful, mischievous being, come undone beneath him came to be one of Sukuna’s favourite sights, especially knowing it could only be because of him--only him. 

He leaned over you, his heavy chest pressing into your back as one hand released your waist in favour of fisting in your hair and tugging your head back and out of the futon you so desperately clung to. 

“Ah-ah,” he scolded breathily. “No hiding.” It was a familiar sentiment, one he had no problem reminding you of now and again. You had a horrible habit of trying to vanish when overwhelmed, after all. 

“Terrible beast,” you snapped back, scoffing indignantly when the deep bassy laugh of the man rolled through your body. “Horrible.” 

“You love it,” Sukuna growled back, grinning through every word. 

Something about it clearly struck a chord with you, judging by how fast you choked on your voice and came undone, legs trembling and body tightening around the too-big intrusion. The king groaned and bit at your neck, licking whatever blood beaded at the surface in between rushed, hushed words of praise for you and your efforts–most, if they heard the things he said, would call it out of character for the beast. Most didn't get to see beyond his raw power and crippling cruelty, however. 

Sukuna grunted and spilled inside you, pulling you back by your hair, hips and tail to ensure he forced every bit of his offerings deep into your core. Your body rocked and twitched against his, accepting all he had to offer you at the end of yet another coupling, before he let go of your locks and let you collapse face-first into the futon. 

He pulled out slowly, watching as every inch slipped from your abused hole before popping free and uncorking a dribble of whiteness from inside. He tutted and scooped it up with two fingers before stuffing it back in. 

“Oi, oi, are you even trying to keep it in?” He teased, smirking as you huffed. 

“You've exhausted me. I have no energy to attempt the impossible,” you lamented, nuzzling your nose further into the soft sheets smelling of cedar and fresh blooms–something so uniquely Sukuna. 

Your king sighed and gave your ass a firm few pats. “Guess I'll have to spoil you even more.” He settled onto his back and easily pulled you onto him, yanking you up to straddle his waist right where that second mouth laid open and eager to taste you. 

“This is uncouth,” you sighed. But you rocked back against the thick, heavy tongue pressing into your pliant heat, licking deep into you with a mind and hunger of its own. 

“Seems couth enough for you,” he commented, watching you ride his centre with rapt attention. “Little harlot's getting off on this, hey? Such a needy little brat.” 

His hands smoothed up and down your legs and sides as you shamelessly chased a second high. Your hands clasped over his as he took you into his hand and stroked you back to ample stiffness, the soreness of too many rounds of fucking making you far too sensitive to touch. 

“S-Sukuna-sama,” you stammered. “I can't–”

Sukuna's head tilted with a pleased smirk. “Ho? I thought you wanted to bear children? Are my offerings not enough for you?” 

You scrunched your face up into something of a prissy glare, but the shine clinging to your lashes and the shuddering of your body against his betrayed your crumbling demeanor. Of course, he was impressed with how his fox was fairing considering everything he put you through. 

He maneuvered you onto your back, grinning as you growled and weakly struggled against him. You looked perfect–stomach swollen, hair fanned out behind you, eyes teary but unable to tear away from the creature that’d tormented you for hours upon hours with no desire to give you a break. 

“Greedy god,” Sukuna lamented. One hand came to rest on your bruised neck again, fitting around so perfectly. “Nothing’s ever fucking good enough for you.” 

“You are.” 

That gave Sukuna pause. He stared down at you, all eyes looking over you with rapt attention as he tried to think. Tried to understand. Tried to parse those words and uncover what exactly you tried to convey. 

But it didn't click. 

“Tch. You're lucky I'm a generous god,” he scolded, releasing you from your torment in favour of collapsing down beside you for some much-needed rest. Not only did your beautiful body wear him out (not that he'd admit it), but your whimsical words wore his sanity thin. The worst part was you didn't even intend to damage him so. 

“I am truly honoured to merely be in your presence,” Your voice, light and dreamy as petals fluttering, laughed, and Sukuna's soul did something odd. 

He stared at the ceiling as you shuffled beside him, quickly returning to his side, donned in one of his haori and determined to make a comfortable nest of blankets and clothes around you both for the rest of the night–ah, morning? Huh. What an ordeal. 

You curled up next to him, shoving your back firmly against his side the way you often did when resting as a fox, and Sukuna huffed. 

“Turn to me,” he commanded, and you obeyed. 

He, too, turned to face you to envelope your lithe form with invincible arms and divine protection. Your soft purrs rolled through him, settling his wild spirit into a lazy tempo of an early morning stroll through a garden filled with one sort of white orchid: 

Brassavola nadosa. “Lady of the Night.” Your calling card. Your divine essence.

"Brassavola nodosa (Lady of the Night) is a medium-sized epiphytic or lithophytic orchid species boasting extremely fragrant flowers throughout the year. The blossoms, 4 in. across (10 cm), emit a citrus fragrance at night. Each flower features long, slender, pale green or creamy-white sepals and petals and a large, heart-shaped lip sometimes adorned with purple or dark red spotting." - gardenia.net

[saviormysticmeme]

So my dog got put down a few days ago and just today my cat was hit by a car. I was wondering how RFA + Unknown + V would react to an MC mourning over that kind of situation? If you're too busy, or you don't want to, I'm sorry for taking up that time for you. Thank you for reading my request and taking the time to think about it

I’m late to answering but I’m so sorry for your lossI love my fur babies to bit so I understand your pain for what it’s worth, and just know you have someone here who feels for you and knows you can get through this hard time. Hope your days have been brighter.And I’m bad at saying comforting things, but I just wanna say I’m sure both of them knew you loved them a lot and you gave them great lives. 

Yoosung-You told him and he cries too-He apologizes profusely no matter how many times you tell him it’s obviously not his fault-”I k-know. It’s just, they were really sweet and I hate that you’re going through this”-He pulls you into a tight hug and you just give in-You’d been trying to hold the tears in since you felt like you spent most of the day crying already, but his assurance and hug just broke you and you started crying again. But it was fine, Yoosung just pulled you into a tighter hug and sobbed with you-Oddly enough it was nice having someone to cry with, and while you knew you were still going to hurt for a while, it was nice having him there. Jaehee-You walked into her apartment in tears, immediately sending her into mild panic-”MC???” She led you to the couch and gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder “MC what’s wrong? Are you ok??”-Through the sobs you managed to tell her and watched her face twist to sadness for not only you but your pets-”Oh MC….” her voice died off and she wasn’t entirely sure what to say.-”I’m sorry Jaehee, I’m sure you’re busy. I’m sorry for bothering you I just…ugh” You started wiping your tears off on your sleeves and prepared to leave, but she held you in place.-”MC! Don’t be ridiculous you’re going through a very rough time right now! Sit down, please, I’ll get you some tea.”-”Are you sure?” You asked, feeling guilty, but her affirmative nod and business-like pace to the kitchen assured you she meant it.-Within minutes she was back with tea and even a couple cookies.-She sat there listening to you reminisce about your babies, occasionally even coaxing a laugh out of you pointing out silly things she remembered about them.-Eventually she decided the best thing was to take your mind off of it and you two threw on some movies and had a nice night.

Zen-You knew he wasn’t a huge fan of animals, but regaurdless you needed someone to talk to and over time you realized Zen would always be there for you.-Sure enough, the second you texted him asking if you could come over because you were having a bad week, he replied instantly with ‘Of course! I’ll get some snacks ready’-Once you got there he had some upbeat music playing and a small platter of snacks from the convenience store down the block spread out on his coffee table. -”So what’s bothering you babe?” He asked, taking your hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. His crimson eyes were soft, like the small smile on his lips, reminding you of your original idea that no matter what he’d be sympathetic.-And he was. -The second you told him, the smile fell off his face and he pulled you into a bear hug.-”Darling that’s awful! I’m so sorry you’ve been going through all this, you should have said something sooner”-”I didn’t want to bother you,” You said softly in his ear due to your head resting on his shoulder. In an even lower voice, you added “I know you’re not super crazy about animals”-He pulled away from the hug a bit so he could look you in the eyes.-”Hun, just because I’m not crazy about them doesn’t mean you aren’t. I know how much they meant to you.” He pulled you back into the embrace. “And I know they loved you and they knew you did nothing but the best for them”-”A couple tears suddenly began streaming from your eyes and little squeaks escaped your throught.”-”Oh Darling,” Zen grabbed a tissue off the side table and started wiping your face “It’s alright, cry as much as you need. I’ll be here for you.” 

Jumin-He had been there when you had to put your dog down, despite being a cat person you knew he’d be a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on at the vets office. -Of course he had been, and he insisted on the nicest Vet he knew, assuring you the procedure would be smooth and as easy as possible, well as easy as it could be. -Through the next couple days he occasionally would remind you that the moment you decided you wanted another pup he would love to accompany you to the shelter. -As much as you appreciated the offer, you just weren’t ready yet.-And you certainly weren’t ready for what happened next.-The second you lost your cat you called him, sobbing violently into the phone.-He broke records with how fast he got to your house, quickly jumping out of the limo and pulling you into his arms as you cried-He tried calling the local animal hospital to get them to try helping, but you just cried and told him it was too late.-He stayed with you late into the evening, just trying his best to comfort you in whatever ways he could.-Over the next few days you’d go visit him, playing with Elizabeth and feeling bittersweet about your own pets.-None the less you were grateful for having Jumin-In the future, when you were ready, he’d go with you for sureSeven-You know for a fact he loves your animals almost as much as you do, and it almost hurts just to tell him.-He tells you to hold on and he’ll be over soon.-He gets there and you both run into each others arms and start crying a little together.-You go over all the good times you had with your pets and it hurts but is nice at the same time.-After you’ve settled a bit, he goes to the backyard, grabs a shovel out of the shed, and begins digging two holes. Once he finished, he collected your kitty in a box and put it in one, and asked you for your pups collar and put it in the other. -You two had a little makeshift funeral, drinking some soju, pouring a couple shots out (well Seven did despite you insisting your cat and dog wouldn’t understand the sentiment but none the less, he did) You recalled some of the silly stuff the babies did, revisited old pictures of them, and mixed tears and laughter. -It wasn’t more than a few days later he started sending you pictures of adoptable pets in the area insisting that your babies would want someone to take care of these homeless animals just as they had been taken care of.Unknown-You…actually didn’t tell him. I mean, you didn’t even really know him.-But he mentioned it in the chat one day.-”I saw you crying”-”Excuse me?”-”The other day, you came in from outside and where crying” -You looked around the room, remembering the cameras all of a sudden. You had thought only Seven had access to those, but this isn’t the first weird message from Unknown. -”Well?”-”I lost both my pets recently…”-”What happened?”-”I..really don’t want to talk about it”-There was no response for a while. “Alright. Well…I’m sorry.”-Did…did he just express….a kind emotion? You weren’t very familiar with this strange texter, but you noticed that he was never particularly nice. If anything he was polite, but in a very cold way that wasn’t very welcoming.-As forced as the sympathetic apology was, you just sorta “Thanks”-You did appreciate the sentiment after all.V-You called him after the most of your sobbing was over and he came to your call immediately.-He got out of his car and jogged up to you, pulling you into a big embrace.-It was fairly silent, aside from his soft coos as he tried to soothe you in the midst of your misery.-You felt bad sobbing into his shirt but he insisted it was nothing and refused to let go of you.-”I just hope you know MC….they loved you, and they knew you loved them”-”But..I…It feels like it’s my fault somehow”-”Don’t be silly, there is reasons beyond our comprehension that things like this happen, but they are not your fault.”-”….Thank you, Jihyun.”-”Of course” And he pulled you into a side hug as he walked you inside, ready to listen to your cries and try helping you relax.-Eventually you were cried out, and he sat on the couch with you, running his fingers through your hair as you two chatted the night away-Even in the worst situations, something about his demeanor just made the world feel more calm, more peaceful. And right now that’s what you needed.

[lizzybeth1986]

Quick Thoughts on TRR Book 3, Chapter 17

• I'm basically sitting here and thinking "jeez, these guys really want us to know FOR SURE that they don't give a shit about their lone female LI, do they". Like, you gotta admire the dedication this team has to the cause. Like, the audacity of them to put out an entire extra Drake scene while not speaking a word about Hana's sexuality in canon, esp if she isn't your fiancée. That probably takes guts. Or maybe not. Maybe all it really takes is actually giving a damn (or not) about your characters.

• Title: Save the Date. Alternative Title: Proof That Team TRR Has Excellent Memory, Unless Your Name Is Hana Lee.

• The TRR team everytime they need to do their homework on Liam or Drake:

The TRR team everytime they need to do their homework on Maxwell or Hana (but especially Hana):

• So I assumed based on the description and the title (Save the Date), that this would include a RoE-esque selection of dress, decor, cake, all free except for a few choices. So far all we've been able to select for our wedding is food. Today we choose cake via a diamond option, our maids of honor, the kids who will carry the ring down the aisle and our officiant. And gifts for the LIs.

• Madeleine thinks Gladys has "risen" to her "level". Madeleine has a level???

• Okay so we're doing a publicity run of our wedding preps. Are we that desperate to show the rest of the country how much last-minute-wedding-planning we can cram in two hours??

•

Terrence, is this your summer job?? Also, Tina, girl, I saved your ass last book after you screwed me over. The least you could do is say "thank you, O Great One and Saviour of Us All" Jeez, what do I have to do to be worshipped around here these days 🙄

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PURPLE 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 (Sorry I love that colour it's my favouritest). But wait why am I paying for a dress if I'm going to the bridal boutique to pick out my wedding gown...right? Right?? (Orrr am I going to get a lovely fancy wedding gown for free??? 😀 Who woulda thunk!) (...oh. I have to wait till next week to see my gown. Okay. Okay. 😑)

• So we're now here in this boutique with half the court and Ana de Luca. First on our agenda: the maid of honour. If you're marrying Liam or Drake, you get to choose between Hana, Kiara, Olivia, Penelope and Maxwell. All good options xD If you're marrying Maxwell you get those four. If you're marrying Hana, you get three: Olivia, Penelope and Maxwell. Kiara isn't available because by default Hana picks her to be her MOH. Hana is clearly very, very close to Kiara and values her. Way more than the rest of us in the group seem to do, anyway.

The choices I want for Esther are Hana or Kiara. I love both. I'm so glad they included Maxwell, I like Penelope, Olivia is amazing, and all their reactions are wonderful, but these two are my favourites. (Though I'd say Esther would definitely pick Hana. She's closest to her, even calling herself "the Elizabeth to Hana's Jane").

• Once that's done, the LI gets to choose their Best Man/MOH 2. Liam chooses Drake, and he mostly behaves a little surprised and afraid that he might embarrass Liam on his wedding, which is quite the sweet sentiment and a little sad. Drake chooses Liam and from what I see, the narrative makes it a point to mention that Liam has to force his happiness because he's still not over the MC. He shows this even if the MC has not had romance points with him. Maxwell chooses Drake, specifying that even if they weren't related by marriage, he'd still consider Drake family. Drake is surprised and a little touched by the sentiment. Hana, as I mentioned before, chooses Kiara.

• Time for our ring bearers! The number of choices you have depends on whether you bought the corgi in Book 2 or not. If you do, he shows up as an extra option. The other choices are:

1. Bartie, who will be carried along the aisle via Savannah. I'm getting nightmares of the few times we took my daughter V to church and...nope. Sorry Bartie.

2. Cordonian children. Bertrand tells us that using Cordonian kids, as ring bearers and flower girls, would count as "a sign of commitment to the common people". My headcanon for Esther was that she wanted a mix of both Cordonian and New Orleans traditions (she grew up in the French Quarter), so she took every possible chance she could to highlight how Cordonian a wedding it was so the NOLA elements wouldn't completely alienate people. So she obviously chose this option.

• We now move to the last bit. If you're marrying Maxwell or Hana, Liam automatically becomes an option for the role of officiant, since it is mandatory to have a royal officiate the ceremony. If you're marrying Drake, Liam's not included because he is already Drake's best man by default. The other two options are Leo and Regina. If you choose Regina, the MC views it as fitting, given that Constantine would have been the officiant were he still alive. Regina in that sense would be a fitting stand-in. If you choose Leo, the MC maintains that he would lend "humour and levity to the ceremony" and that's something they all need at the moment.

•

This man and his "my love"s slay me every time.

• BAKLAVA REFERENCE FOR LIAM. ALL THE WAY BACK FROM ROE BOOK 2.

• Esther Noelle DuPont would NEVER leave wedding gown stuff for the last minute. Nor would she wind up on the eve of her wedding not knowing who was designing her dress until the day before. She would be badgering Liam about the cake way before. She would be badgering him about the decor. She'd be badgering him about every little detail. She'd be bridezilla. No way would she be chilling the day before her wedding, ice tea in hand.

• But they did remember that Ana de Luca was originally introduced as a fashion designer from way back in MW! Madeleine also gives Ana some of Krona's finest lace, which makes me wonder if it's a tradition to have lace from Krona on a royal/aristocratic wedding gown. My theory about this gown for the next chapter is that it might be the same for everyone, but will have additional elements behind a paywall. Or will she have options between two or three gowns? Idk.

• We get to choose how we want to be announced, and then comes the diamond option - choosing our cake with the LI.

(Screenshots - @kennaxval for Hana, and YouTube channels Vika Avey for Maxwell and HIMEME for Drake)

This is the breakdown of what this scene looks like in each playthrough:

Liam

Cake flavours: Vanilla Chantilly (white), Mocha Fudge (chocolate) and Sweetened Cordonian Ruby (pink). Liam loves the vanilla one for its subtle and complex flavours, considers the mocha one "strong, daring...somewhat sensual" and finds the pink one full of surprises (due to the Cordnian Ruby flavouring) and that "there's more to it than meets the eye". If you notice all of these are flavours Liam has an established preference for (vanilla, coffee, apples).

Decorations: The Royal design reminds Liam of his parents, so there is an element of nostalgia still there. He loves the colours of the Fairytale design, finds them "fantastically beautiful" and thinks it would be good inspiration in case they would like to expand the palace quarters.

Cake Filling: The filling options are the same across the LIs. Vanilla buttercream, rich chocolate ganache and strawberry mousse. In Liam's case, you can either feed ganache off of each other, simply try each flavour, or have him surprise you. I love my Kinky King so I knew "surprise me" would involve a blindfold somewhere 😂 (Love that option. It's quite sexy). I've also noticed that only Liam seems to have 3 options for the ganache tasting, while the rest have just two.

You also get to choose between Cordonian Ruby Pie and Baklava for a surprise dessert!

Maxwell:

Cake flavours: Coconut (white), Passionfruit (pink), and Spicy Chocolate (chocolate). He thinks of the coconut one as being "pina colada in cake form", loves the element of surprise in the passionfruit and thinks its "non traditional" flavour describes them as an aristocratic couple perfectly, and just says "wow" about the chocolate. The baker, who remembers Maxwell once trying to surprise Bertrand with cheetah cake on the latter's birthday, even sends one as a bit of an inside joke.

Cake Decorations: Maxwell jokes about the royal design being more decked out than some estates but thinks that "nothing says you're a big deal like gilded flowers, gold and jewels you can eat". He loves the castle in the Fairytale design and likes to imagine there are little cake people walking in there.

Surprise desserts for Maxwell include Cordonian Ruby Pie and Cheetah Cake.

Hana

Cake flavours: Strawberry (pink), Madagascar Vanilla (white), and Devil's Food Cake (chocolate). She thinks strawberry makes her think of it as "something...different. Adventurous". She thinks of the Devil's Food cake as "daring" and loves the vanilla because classic white cakes remind her of storybook weddings, and on cajoling from the MC to tell her honestly what flavours are her favourite Hana speaks of vanilla in a manner similar to Liam's.

Decorations: Hana is wowed by the artistry of the Royal design, confessing that she has always wanted to learn to make icing pearls as perfect as the ones on the cake. There is a tiny conversation about her baking that takes a minute, tops. The fairytale option feels whimsical and reminds her of that saying about "building castles in the clouds".

The surprise options for dessert are Cordonian Ruby Pie and Hot Chocolate.

Drake

Cake flavours: Pink Velvet (pink), Old Fashioned Chocolate Cake (chocolate) and Tahitian Vanilla Cake (white). As we all must know by now, he is okay with the flavour but finds pink "girly", doesn't have much to say about the vanilla cake and the chocolate makes him very nostalgic, because the chocolate cake was similar to the recipe his mother would use for his or Savannah's birthday cakes.

Decorations: Drake has reservations about the grandness of the Royal design but thinks it works since the occasion itself is an elaborate one. He admires the structure and craftsmanship of the Fairytale design and both him and the MC speak about the cake reminding them of the towers in Valtoria.

The surprise options for dessert are Cordonian Ruby Pie and S'mores.

• I've noticed that the story clearly references Liam's love for baklava and Maxwell's love for cheetah cakes in this chapter, but for Hana and Drake, they use desserts from their first scenes in Book 2 (where Hana prepares hot chocolate for the MC, and Drake toasts s'mores for her).

• Hmm so apparently there's some sort of surprise that all four LIs are planning for the MC. I'm guessing we'll find out next chapter.

•

My favourite scene in this chapter. I loved how Kiara immediately got protective of Savannah and made it clear that she cared about making Savannah comfortable. I think it's also pretty cool that they remembered to reference the Savannah/Kiara friendship hinted at in Book 2, and it looks like Penelope was quite fond of her too.

• The MC now needs to run to a gift store, because Madeleine lets her know at the nth moment that Cordonian tradition dictates you get gifts for the bridegroom/bride and your closest attendants. Savannah offers to help, in exchange for a little advice on her love life.

• We first pick up wedding favours at a patisserie (chocolates or macarons). I had Esther pick macarons coz she has a liking for French cuisine and food, and macarons are delicate, delicious and versatile.

• We then pass by a shop called "The Gilded Apple" that sells beautiful and rare antiques. Olivia, who loves weapons and artifacts, and is hoping she will find replicas there, is understandably excited. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to find any (unless she did off-screen and we didn't know? Poor Olivia. Why was it so hard to find Nevrakis artifacts/replicas there?)

• So even if you buy that diamond choice to help Bertrand woo Savannah at the Costume Gala, she confesses there are still barriers. Savannah fangirling over Bertrand's "stern, yet sexy eyebrows" is a Mood™.

• Savannah tells us the entire story of how she fell in love with Bertrand, pointing out that she hero-worshipped him and thought him glamorous, and was amazed that he was so protective of her. The MC has a range of joke replies to suggest to Savannah, before telling her seriously that she should confess to him what is in her heart. But my big question is: why are almost all the BertVannah scenes for free? Why couldn't you use that free scene to...idk...properly develop Hana's character maybe??

• So here are our gifts for the LIs:

A Historical Tome for Liam. This is a hand-written history book with a blank chapter left presumably on purpose. The MC points out that he will appreciate either the rarity of the book, or the empty pages. The second option is my favourite, because the blank chapter seems to signify that Cordonia's story is "far from over" and it is "upto Liam to write this next chapter".

Maxwell will get a statue of his namesake. Savannah speculates that even though he looks like little more than an enthusiastic partygoer on the outside, both he and Bertrand can be fierce in their own ways. The MC gets to joke about what the Beaumonts might do with this statue of their ancestor, including imagining a half-drunk Maxwell using his namesake's spear to pop open champagne from a ladder.

Drake's Marshmallows Inside A Whiskey Box is quite funny and the MC gets to roast him a bit. She jokes about how it symbolizes what a softie he is on the inside even though he looks tough on the outside. It can either be spoken of as an inside joke, or as the MC showing him how well she knows him.

Hana's Telescope...well. It doesn't reflect her actual, genuine interests or personal/family history like the other three do, but instead involves some generic messages about "following your path" or "searching out your passions". Which is...eh. Tbh it sounds more like the MC is buying her a Hallmark card or something. This gift doesn't tell us much about HER, but then again when you don't develop your female LI with enough substance, that's what's bound to happen. You'll just throw over any piece of random bullshit to make do.

• I like the little story Kiara gets with her dad using that telescope, though. The one where he fooled her as a child into thinking she could see all of Europe using a telescope. I like the dynamic of that entire family. Sure they can appear businesslike to some but the love and the closeness is clearly there.

• Okay before I say anything...CONGRATS Drake stans. Nice to see so many of your MCs become Mrs Walkers now.

•

(A huge thank you to VioletFlipFlops for this screenshot)

Okay so if you're a Drake stan, you get an extra scene. The MC wants to give Drake a wedding he will be happy with, and Drake would love it too, so Maxwell suggests they elope and he will be their minister/officiant (apparently he got himself ordained to officiate over a wedding between peacocks). So they go to a nearby cliff, where you can have a lovely view of the sunset. Drake brings with him a horse named Lone Star who came all the way from his mother's Texas ranch. They have their secret country wedding and the screenshots I saw look like the stuff out of every Drake stan's dreams. Story wise, this is important for Drake's arc because it shows that he has found his place and he doesn't have to completely leave behind who he is to be the man the MC wants. Both the duel and this impromptu secret wedding bring his story full-circle beautifully.

I had to leave this scene midway though. I couldn't stomach it, couldn't stand it, and for the first time in forever I left viewing a diamond scene before it got over (or before it got to sex if they weren't my LI). I felt a little sick and quite frustrated tbh. And it really isn't because of Drake. My problem here goes deeper than that.

• From the little that I saw, Maxwell was amazing as well. He set aside the bromance jokes for the day because "this isn't about me, it's about the two of you". Oh Maxwell. You really do shine when the writers allotted for you actually bother, and they didn't do you justice this book.

• It's now almost night and our LIs have returned from whatever surprise thingummy they were planning. Everyone's happy and excited and advising the MC to take rest and Mara is here to lead everyone back to the palace. And then a crowd that first looks like a bunch of excited onlookers closes in on the MC, intimidating her, and from among the lot we see...TERRANCE. WITH A GUN. AND A PAPER FULL OF INFO ON OUR WEDDING PLANNING. WTF.

• YOU SHOULD BE IN SCHOOL DOING YOUR HOMEWORK AND PLAYING CLARINET TERRENCE. YOU'RE GROUNDED.

• The tone of the chapter's end sounds like there will be some level of investigation going on but we can't entirely be sure. In any case, I don't know how they will handle both this and the rest of the wedding prep. Let's see.

General Thoughts:

• We'd better get lingerie. I've been through enough I want the kind of sex where my king rips off my clothes and breaks my bed and makes me scream and Gladys has invest in earplugs next and...yeah. I need the right lingerie for that.

• RoE Book 3 could have been better in certain respects but one of the things they did really well was to spread out the wedding preps. It's tougher to do that here, because of all the subplots, but leaving it until so close to the end wasn't exactly the best idea either.

• I'll be honest: the "girly pink cake" comment irked me but didn't entirely anger me. On one level I hate it when people say stuff like that because I'm a girl who grew up hearing those things and I'm a mum who doesn't want my children to internalize that. It may sound like a small thing, like a casual preference, but stereotyping and forcing people into boxes start out with things we believe are "small"...and whether you think he's that kind of person or not, bottomline is the writers shouldn't have had such a massively popular character say that. It could have been ten times easier to just have him say he doesn't like that colour very much or something. See? Crisis averted.

• However, I didn't have as much of a problem with this scene as I did with, say, that scene where the MC and Drake talk to Kiara in Lythikos. Frankly for me, the fact that Drake's sympathy towards Kiara was conditional and depended solely on the MC's responses was way more disturbing. In one option, it's established that Drake and Kiara both struggled mentally in the aftermath of the attack, and that he understands it's difficult for her to get out of that trauma so easily.

But then...if the MC is insensitive and trauma-minimizing, she gets to question Kiara about not being driven enough, about "what will people say if you spend a crisis hiding away in your home?", and Drake agrees. He doesn't contest what she's saying, he doesn't challenge her, he doesn't seem to even have a mind of his own in this sequence. In this option, the MC and Drake face no repercussions at all for essentially minimizing her experience and not addressing their lack of concern for her safety, after finding out about her PTSD. My expectation when I eventually chose that option was that Drake - as someone who went through something similar - would correct the MC, and Kiara would give her the tongue lashing of a lifetime. But no, in that scene Drake is interested in validating this woman's trauma only on someone else's say-so. If I - personally - were to have a problem with Drake as a character, this scene would highlight why. And even then I know the core of the problem is not Drake. Not really. It's not as much Drake as it is the fact that the writers themselves were only interested in lip-service for this scene, not genuine validation (which is why normally sensitive people like Hana and Liam don't seem to question the group's approach to Kiara much, and nor does Maxwell). The writers possibly didn't think Kiara's experience deserved the level of sympathy that was present by default in Penelope's scene at Portavira (which is why I HIGHLY regret speaking positively about the Lythikos conversation in that chapter's QT now).

• But my biggest problem is not Drake himself. The way he is written wouldn't have been a problem at all, under different circumstances. My biggest problem is the discrepancy in how the LIs are treated in the books, how some get quality content and carefully developed character arcs while others are simply given lazy writing. And right now, the differences are so obvious and so glaring they're impossible to ignore.

• Drake got a whole extra scene today. A whole extra scene, on the logic that unlike the other three, he would be way more comfortable with a private ceremony involving just him and the MC (he says as much in Lythikos, both to Kiara and to the MC). Normally, I would have probably been happy about this. It works for Drake's character and story, and brings it full-circle to that photoshoot they had in Chapter 2 on some levels. From the little I managed to read, I can tell it was written really, really well.

And that's the problem. Over here, we have the team working on AN ENTIRE EXTRA SCENE for this character, after chapters and chapters of well developed scenes that acquire depths and layers if he is marrying the MC. Drake's narrative tends to have extra layers stitched into it - the expectations of being a Duke, the reluctance to let go of who he is while embracing his role as a future noble, the insults he faces from people like Neville and how he manages to rise above them by proving himself. Hell, they even ensure that they reference his bond with Liam and how his relationship with the MC complicates things. In this chapter alone, Liam's pain is highlighted differently in Drake's playthrough compared to the others (he shows some level of heartbreak when Drake asks him to be his best man, compared to when Hana or Maxwell ask him to be their officiant). The group chats, too, highlight Liam being part of the chat in the Hana and Maxwell playthroughs, and completely absent on Drake's:

(Screenshots from (2) @kennaxval (Hana), (3) YouTube Channels Vika Avey (Maxwell) and (4) HIMEME (Drake))

I wouldn't be surprised if they had some kind of a closure scene between Drake and Liam on this account later, while having him be absolutely okie-dokie in the Hana and Maxwell playthroughs. That's the level of attention Drake's story is being given (you can argue that Liam's relationship with Drake is different, and you'd be right, but it just goes to show how much WORK went into building this character).

And this is not restricted just to Drake. Liam has way more in terms of content as well and his scenes are of great quality. He has practically the entire book revolving around him! The book aggressively pushes him as an LI until almost the end of Book 2. The narrative has made an effort to view Liam as someone intimately involved and invested in the history of his country - it shows in most of his individual scenes, and in his cake scene and gift this chapter. Even Maxwell, who normally hasn't been given much attention this book, gets memories and some historical stuff this chapter (such as the ancestor who is his namesake and the story about the cheetah cake).

On the other hand...you have Hana. Whose canon sexuality - and her larger struggle with it - is hardly addressed in the books. Whose experience with bullying at the hands of Madeleine has been largely forgotten, even as we're constantly expected to protect Penelope from the same person. Who has gotten some of the most lackluster scenes in the series. Whose character arc got the laziest wrap-up you could imagine, who now doesn't even get original lines to describe a cake flavour she likes, or a gift that adequately reflects who she is. Whose story is given lesser focus than secondary characters like Penelope and Madeleine. PENELOPE. AND MADELEINE.

• Forget about every other chapter and take just this one as an example.

Notice how there is very little genuine personalization or memories attached either to Hana's cake scene - she simply echoes what Liam says about the flavour of vanilla when speaking about her love for classic white cake, and briefly mentions baking - or her gift which is a telescope, and which the MC attaches some generic saying/phrase to. The gift assigned for her itself is SO random, has little to no connection to Hana, and is a very odd choice for a gift. Couple that with the Hallmark-esque sayings that the MC wants to push forward, and compare it to her thought process for any one of the other LI gifts. You will see the difference.

(While you're at it, also check out this story by @i-dream-so-i-write called "The Perfect Gift". It's a rewriting of the scene for Hana's gift)

There is no throwback to, say, a time when they all had to bake pies for Queen Regina, and the latter praised Hana. Or to stories narrated to her. Or to things the MC knows she likes to do. No memories connected to Hana's grandmother, who she was obviously close to. Nothing that tells us anything new about her.

This isn't the first time this is happening. And it definitely won't be the last.

• And it's not as if they don't get any money from Hana's scenes. Even when she isn't picked as a final choice on a very large scale, she still manages to make it to the top ten in terms of diamond spending. She may not be making as much bank as Liam and Drake, but she IS clearly making bank. I'm surprised that's possible because a lot of the writing for her since Book 2 isn't worth the money people like me are constantly spending on her scenes. So I can't even buy the excuse that she's written badly because she's not popular. Clearly there are enough people invested enough in her to buy her scenes despite the lack of effort.

I wish I had more to talk about besides these complaints about how Hana is written, but I'm really not left with much of a choice. I'd like to close this QT by mentioning just one thing: the original line up of LIs given to us was Liam, Drake and Hana. One of them has the entire plot of the story revolving around him. The other has consistent and well-written character development, including an extra secret wedding scene and vast differences in his dialogue with the MC based on his relationship with her. The third LI...is given less attention and validation than at least two secondary characters in the book.

All these three were characters meant to be LIs from the very beginning. All of them made a good amount of money and had great potential for growth. So why is it that only one of the original lineup is given only scraps, while the other two get an all-you-can-eat buffet?

[absolutelyxosmittenxo]

Hi, I'm the one who made the teenage parent ask, I guess never mind that one, since it doesn't fit the rules (which I discovered after making that ask) here, sorry about that. Instead, what about headcanons for what Father's Day is like for Qrow and Taiyang? ^^;;

{ notes; i wasn’t certain if it involved a significant other or not, but i came to the conclusion i did not want taiyang to be alone on father’s day ; v ; regardless of your relationship with your father or similar guardian, i hope you all have a lovely day today. hopefully this wasn’t underwhelming. but thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy ❤ }

－ ＱＲＯＷ ＢＲＡＮＷＥＮ ⭐

⭐ Qrow might not have been involved in conceiving an offspring of his own flesh and blood, but he has earned his fair share of celebration on Father’s Day. Since the girls could waddle up onto their two tiny feet, he has pierced the skies, watching over them. And although you haven’t taken the time to bring more of the Branwen line to being, as his significant other, you attempt to spice up the day for him.

⭐ Limitations on alcohol consumption are enforced, much to his displeasure, yet your intentions are well meaning. Why spend his time intoxicated while he can engage in the full experience without having a hangover after?

⭐ After the majority of Team RWBY could reunite, you wrangle his nieces to conspire on your plan further. You and the older Xiao Long - Rose sister decline Ruby’s offer to devise a surprise party herself, considering what mayhem has been elicited from her previous attempts.

⭐ Silly as it is, you and the girls purchase a brand new mug, and inscribe the words, “World’s Best Bird Uncle” on it. To quote Yang, it’ll be something to ruffle his feathers.

⭐ When the commemoration is complete and ready for its showcase, the younger Branwen would be very caught off guard. It isn’t often folks cone around to start a party in his honor, nor was there really much of an uproar in his tribe. But the sentiment holds great value to him.

⭐ “You three set this whole thing up?” he inquires, “Not bad.” Ruby bounces sporadically and shoots to hang from her uncle’s arm, Yang following suit to express her gratitude through a signature smirk. Approaching him, you peck his cheek, telling him thank you for taking care of all of these kids, and promising to repay him.

⭐ Later in the evening, you pay off the debt by having the drunken scythe wielder rest his head in your lap, informing despite how his semblance holds him back from staying near, that none of you would be leaving anytime soon. For that, Qrow is the happiest he has been in years.

－ ＴＡＩＹＡＮＧ ＸＩＡＯ ＬＯＮＧ ⭐

⭐ Time has slipped and as has his wives; a raven who discarded her kin for ambiguous reason from his knowledge, and the loveliest rose in the flower field who was in the clutches of a fateful, unfortunate passing. The fragments Taiyang clings to are his ever growing daughters, and you, who he hopes doesn’t meet a similar fate as his past lovers.

⭐ The girls may be venturing out into the world on their own, but you decide to cherish the doting dragon man for what he is worth.

⭐ Zwei, the delightful corgi, offers to pitch into the effort, and scrounge up all the bones he’s buried in the yard. The front of the quaint and humble home is in shambles, but a least the dog means well. You try and clean it before Mr. Xiao Long can notice.

⭐ Children evolve from small joys to remarkable creations, but the memories remain intact. Flipping through a dusty photo album, you settle on the couch, and he begins edifying you on the adventures of long ago. Little things along the lines of Ruby slaying her first Grimm, Yang’s horrendous haircut as a young girl, the messes made in the kitchen after baking cookies with two toddlers. You both can’t resist the temptation to giggle at the wholesome yet bittersweet recollections.

⭐ Over the years, he’s held onto gifts his daughters have given him, consisting of cards adorned with scribbles, incorrect spelling and a heartfelt message written within. as a surprise, you scatter them across the home in all their glory, and upon seeing them, he breaks into the biggest smile that you swear burns as bright as the sun.

⭐ To top it all off, you set up a dinner for two, a vase of sunflowers decorating the table’s center. It sends a deep sense of glee Tai doesn’t have to rely on himself eating alone anymore, and thankfully your cooking was much more tasty than his.

⭐ At the end of the day, allow yourself to be enveloped in those warm arms, tattoos of dragons aligning his skin as he leans into your neck, feeling his lips curve upward. He wasn’t perfect, however, his efforts wouldn’t be forgotten, as he balanced training and tending to two children. There, you thank him for being one of the best dads to ever exist. With your contribution, Taiyang can finally rest peacefully, knowing someone was willing to help to keep their family together and make it better than before.

[imagine-zen]

I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of the RFA's + Saeran and V's love languages (words of affirmation, quality time, giving/receiving gifts, acts of service, physical touch) I'm just curious what u think each of theirs would be and maybe like the little things they do and how they react when MC shows love in that way.

Shout out to @thatmysticwriter for helping me out with Jaehee! I really appreciated all the help she gave since I have yet to play Jaehee’s route. You guys should go check out her blog, she’s great ^-^

Jumin

- as mostwould assume, he buys you a lot of gifts

- he also isvery blunt and honest about how he feels about you

- he doesn’tlike touching in a casual way, like hand holding

- he’s eithergoing to have his arm all the way around you while walking or he’s not touchingat all

- go big orgo home

- he’s notone to get something for someone else if they need it, he’d usually get someoneelse to do it

- and heusually sticks to that with you, but if he’s standing up or if you two are athome and he doesn’t want to call anyone in, he’ll get you your earbuds orwhatever you need

- he likesspending time at home with you, but it doesn’t feel very special so going outfor dinner or on trips are common

- normally,he doesn’t spoil or give special treatment to anyone, but with you he’s veryunashamed of the fact that he definitely spoils you

- he seemsreally calm about receiving affection from you

- but itmakes him immensely happy

- he’s notalways sure how to handle how happy he gets so he hugs and kisses you when thathappens

Zen

- he has noshame about being grossly sweet and affectionate to you

- did he tellyou how stunningly perfect you are today? Yes? Well he’s gonna say it again

- lovestouching you in any way

- handholding, arm over your shoulder, piggy back ride, whatever it is he’s down

- he can’tafford to get you tons of gifts, but he also thinks that nothing is too goodfor his MC

- so he doesn’tget you gifts often, but when he does they’re top notch

- he’swilling to do anything for you

- if you askhim to grab something for you he’ll do it right away, if you have anyinconvenience he’ll do everything he can to make it go away

- if it’s rainingoutside and you’re wearing nice shoes he’d carry you in a heartbeat

- his reactionsto your affection differs

- if you’rebeing sweet and nice, he’s flirty in response

- but if you’reflirty or suggestive, he gets flustered and warns you about his beast

Yoosung

- he loves beingsweet and cute with you but he gets nervous so it takes him a while to saythings

- but once hedoes he’s pretty vocal about how he feels about you

- though he’snot nearly as cheesy as Zen

- he’s stillpretty cheesy though

- as far asphysical contact and all that, he loves it

- holdinghands, hugging, cuddling, everything, he loves

- but he canbe nervous about initiating all that until he gets more comfortable

- collegestudents cannot afford much

- he does hisbest though

- alwaystries to get you the best he can and once he gets a stable job he tends tospend a little too much on presents

- he onlygets you presents for holidays or your birthday though so it’s not a problem

- sometimesif he sees something that reminds him of you, he’ll grab that

- he has noproblem getting stuff for you if you’re sitting down or making you a snack/meal

- but hetends to procrastinate on doing those things

- they’ll getdone eventually though

- he gets soflustered and happy when you’re affectionate to him

- he just can’thandle it, it makes him so happy

Jaehee

- while sheloves to say how much she cares about you and all that, she doesn’t really gooverboard

- forexample, every evening she’ll say how well you worked that day and kiss yourcheek

- and she could gush about how great you are

- but sheholds herself back a lot

- bothbecause she doesn’t want to be embarrassing and she’s a little shy

- she’s alsoshy about initiating hand holding and the like

- she doesn’twant to make you uncomfortable, especially in public

- but she’lldo little gestures that might encourage you, like brushing her fingers againstyours

- she likesgetting small gifts for you

- if youmention something you need or like and she sees it while out she’ll grab it foryou

- generally,they’re small things so money isn’t a problem

- expensivegifts are for holidays and birthdays

- she alsohas no problem doing things for you

- shebasically did everything for Jumin after all, your requests are much morereasonable

- she won’tdo everything for you, like grab theremote just out of your reach, but most things she’ll do

- when youget her things though she is so surprised

- just, areyou sure?

- she thinksyou’re being too nice to her but she deservesall the kindness

Seven

- doeseveryone know how much he loves you? They obviously don’t know the updatedinformation, time to tell them again

- literally couldnot be prouder or happier with you

- the amountof “nonsense” conversations you two get into is unending

- he loves picking you up and running around

- he’s yournoble steed

- late nightcuddles with Honey Budha chips and Dr. Pepper, illuminated by computer screens,are also very common

- he getsreally random gifts

- like he’llsay it reminded him of you, but you can’t always see the connection

- it’s stillsweet though and he does put a lot of thought into all of your gifts

- as forgetting you things, he’s creatively lazy

- he’ll tryto figure out some complex way to get whatever you want without having to getup

- it usuallydoesn’t work and one of you just get up

- and forsnacks or a refill someone usually has to move

- he gets soshy when you get anything for him or show anything more than the affection youshow when you’re joking around with him

- he lovesit, don’t get me wrong, it’s one of his favorite things, but are you sure hedeserves it?

- this guyseriously needs to be showered with love

Unknown

- he doesn’tlike you, what are you talking about

- yes, you’reperfect and sweet, but that doesn’t mean anything

- in allseriousness, he’s generally very reserved on saying how he feels about you

- but he canbe really protective

- mostlyshows how he feels through small things

- doesn’t sayhe loves you outright unless no one else is around and he’s feeling sentimental

- at first,he doesn’t initiate any kind of physical stuff like holding hands

- slowly hedoes though, like leaning on you while sitting on the couch, brushing his handagainst yours, walking closer to you, in general

- once hegets completely comfortable he’s actually kind of clingy

- doesn’t likenot holding your hand and loves it when you link arms

- gettingtangled in cuddles is very good

- doesn’t getgifts besides birthdays and holidays

- he’s alwayspretty shy about it and says it’s okay if you don’t like it

- assumes youwon’t like whatever he got you

- if you askhim to do something for he’ll grumble, but do it anyway

- he doesn’tactually mind

- he has noidea how to react when you’re affectionate to him

- he basicallyfreezes up

- neverexpects you to be nice to him so when you’re loving he’s just completelyshocked

- really,really loves it though

- he brushesit off and tries to act like it doesn’t affect him, but you can see his cheeksgetting a shade pinker and the small smile he has

V

- super vocalabout how he feels about you

- but managesto make it feel casual

- he justslips compliments into conversations

- obviously,there are times when he’s blunt and showers you with love

- but thoseare usually when not many people are around

- he holdsyour hand constantly

- generallynever stops touching you in someway

- mostly sohe doesn’t have to use his cane to get around

- he lovessitting on the couch with his arm around you

- gifts arevery random

- since hecan hardly see, he can’t just grab something he sees while out shopping

- so wheneverhe thinks of something you’d like, he orders it right away

- you don’tusually ask him to do things, but he really loves it when you do

- he likesfeeling like you rely on him

- whateveryour request is, he’ll figure out a way to do it

- issurprised for a split second whenever you’re suddenly affectionate towards him,but always recovers quickly and returns your affection

- you’re bothpretty affectionate towards each other most of the time, so he doesn’t oftenget surprised, but if you suddenly say how much you love him or kiss him orsomething like that with no warning, he gets a little flustered