#so i think! this is a fair exchange hehe

[hoonieyun]

words that leave wounds .‸.

an argument leads to an exchange of words that leave wounds heeseung 𐐪♡𐑂 jongseong 𐐪♡𐑂 jaeyun 𐐪♡𐑂 sunghoon genre: angst, heat of the moment, drama, established relationship warnings: profanity, arguing, miscommunication?, 18+

hoonieyun notes: i have just been in such an angsty mood... im sorry- but there will be a part two hehe im also trying to get some ideas flowing for my angst series coming for febuary lol

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heeseung ⋆˚ʚɞ

“can you stop? you’re being so annoying right now.” after those words left heeseung’s mouth, the silence that filled the room became suffocating. all you could hear was your heart beating and it felt like it was going to explode out of your chest. heeseung knew what he said was rude but his pride prevented him from apologizing in that moment, choosing to stand behind what he said even if he felt bad for saying it.  “annoying? i’m trying to ask you to clean up after yourself because you made our room a mess… and i’m being annoying? do you think i want to come home to such a messy bedroom and have to clean up after my grown ass boyfriend who clearly doesn’t give a fuck?” you had tried to remain calm and believe that heeseung didn’t mean it but in the time of silence and his apology being absent within that time, you decided that you’d let him know how you felt if that was what he was doing too.  heeseung sighs at your words and tries to hide his eyes rolling as he wipes his face with his hand but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, causing you to roll your own eyes as you watch him, waiting for a response.  he stands up from his desk, pausing his game and tearing his headphones off, “no one asked you to clean up after me” heeseung says, slightly throwing his hands in the air.  you scoff at his reaction, “alright, then you can deal with this mess because i certainly won’t.” and with that you grabbed your phone and purse, making your way to your front door to slip on your shoes and leave.  “where are you going??” heeseung says, running after you as he watches you put your shoes on. “why do you care? it’s not like you’d listen to me anways.” you say, bitterness in your tone and before heeseung could even respond, you’re slipping through the front door and his voice gets caught in his throat as the door slamming echoes throughout your shared apartment.  you had waited outside the front door for a few minutes, waiting to see if heeseung would follow you and when he doesn’t, you wipe away the single tear falling from your eye as you make your way to your car, unsure of where to go.

jongseong ⋆˚ʚɞ

“when did you get so overbearing?” jay sighs, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as he stares at your standing figure in front of him. the two of you had been arguing about his whereabouts ever since he started going out late and drinking with his friends. this wasn’t a new behavior of his but lately, it’s been happening every day opposed to just the weekends.  you weren’t sure what was happening with him but his words were now becoming pointed as the argument goes on.  “overbearing?” you ask and in jay’s current drunken state, he rolls his eyes; already knowing that this argument was just going in circles.  “sorry that i care and worry about you? is it so hard to send me a text every now and then to say where you are or when you’re coming home?  you’ve been out drinking every fucking night and i have to sit here worried about where the fuck you are until i receive a text from one of your friends that you’re too fucking drunk to drive home or when you stumble into the apartment at 3 in the morning drunk off your ass!” you had been holding this in for a while now, your emotions eating at you as you bottle it up because you didn’t think it was fair to dump your emotions on your boyfriend but clearly he didn’t have that same consideration for you.  you took care of jay whenever he came home drunk, aiding him in his drunken state and the next day when he’d wake up hungover and each time there was no consideration for you and how you’d feel having to spend hours at night worrying about him and then having to take care of him as if he wasn’t a grown adult.  “i don’t need you to do all of that! if worrying about me so much is causing you stress then stop? i don’t need you to worry about me, i don’t need you!” jay says, voice now way above a whisper and you could tell he was genuinely upset because his eyes would shut as he said those hurtful words and the veins in his neck would become prominent.  “you don’t need me?” you ask and although it comes out as a question, you weren’t looking for an answer.  his words hurt but those set of words wounded you. like each word was a stab into your heart.  you don’t let jay respond and when he does try to, everything comes out as a stutter.  everything happens so fast and before jay could fully process what he had even said, you were already leaving your shared apartment and driving away.  jay tries to call you several times and each time it goes to voicemail, choosing to leave you multiple texts.  from: jay <3 where are you going?? its late come back and lets talk this out stop being dramatic, just come back yn?? where are you? baby come on…

jaeyun ⋆˚ʚɞ

“chill the fuck out okay? fuck, get off my back!” jake says with a huff and although the two of you rarely got into arguments, this was the worst one. you had spent all day running errands, groceries, laundry, dishes, picking up and dropping layla off at the groomers, and all the while you were on your period and weren’t feeling the best.  all you asked of jake was to transfer the laundry into the drier but to make sure to take out the knit blanket so it could be air dried instead. the blanket was made by your grandmother before she passed and you cherished that blanket dearly and putting it into the dryer would cause the crochet to come undone and potentially get ruined. although jake did transfer the clothes into the dryer, he forgot to take out the blanket and when you had gotten home, the blanket was mishapen and distorted. a gasp rips through the air and you stomp over to jake who was lounging on the couch in the living room, the argument erupting because he just seemed to not care that it was a big deal to you even if it wasn’t to him.  “don’t talk to me like that, jake.. i don’t care if you’re upset or feel a certain way but don’t you ever speak to me that way.” setting boundaries was a big thing for you in every relationship you’ve been in and with jake it seemed like your boundaries were never overstepped as he was very mindful of you– but right now it seems like he doesn’t necessarily care.  the fight escalated very quickly and as you and jake argue back and forth and round and round, it wasn’t going anywhere as you continued to voice your frustrations while jake just seemed to deflect and act like they weren’t a big deal.  “i wouldn’t yell at you if you didn’t rile me up! it’s just a blanket, you can get another one.” jake retorts and you sigh because clearly he hadn’t been listening to anything you’ve said in the last 20 minutes.  you had explained multiple times that it wasn’t just a blanket and that it meant a lot to you and you simply couldn’t just get another one because it was crocheted by your grandmother who is no longer with you.  “you know what, i’m not dealing with this.” you say while grabbing your phone off the counter alongside your car keys. you bundle up the blanket in your arms and when jake notices that you’re about to leave, he gently grabs your wrist to stop you. “where are you going? we’re not done talking..” he says, voice now gentle.  “jake, please let me go. i need some space to clear my head.” you explain, not even bothering to look at him as his grasp loosens.  “tell me where you’re going at least, so i know you’re safe…” jake says, guilt clear in his voice.  “i don’t know where i’m going but i’ll text you later.” you explain and with that you’re walking through the front door, leaving jake to his own thoughts and reflect on the image of you walking away from him that would replay constantly in his mind for the rest of the day.

sunghoon ⋆˚ʚɞ

“stop being so sensitive!”  your sensitivity was always something you struggled with… and sunghoon knew that. the two of you had been arguing all night because of something one of his coworkers said about you during a work dinner and because sunghoon was afraid that if he defended you it would result in him not getting the promotion, he chose to stay silent.  your mood instantly changed at the dinner and you became more quiet and closed off than you would originally be around new people. sunghoon had invited you to this work dinner because all of the execs at his job would be bringing their wives so he thought it would be a good idea to bring his lovely girlfriend but it resulted in the men sharing laughs at your expense.  even the wives of some of the men would send glares at them for the off hand comments about you being so shy and timid and if you had known you would be the talk of the dinner, you wouldn’t have shown up, but you did… because you wanted to support your boyfriend; something he clearly didn’t care to do.  “i’m not being sensitive, they were making comments about me throughout the whole dinner and you didn’t defend me once!  you laughed with them like i was just some joke… even the wives were uncomfortable and were looking at me so pitiful.” you said, voice trembling as you changed out of your clothes from the dinner.  “it was just a joke, lighten up. you know that these guys are higher ups and i needed to make a good impression on them so i can get the promotion.  do you not want me to get promoted?” and there it was. sunghoon’s specialty; switching the blame onto you and making it seem like your sensitivity was the root of all of the problems.  “of course i want you to get promoted, i’ve supported you every step of the way since you got hired at this company but how is it supposed to make me feel when these strangers are making fun of me?  is it worth it to make a good impression on them at the expense of my well-being? you know what– don’t even answer that because i know you wouldn’t understand.” you say, choosing to slip into a hoodie and head back to the front door.  “where are you going?” sunghoon says, clearly annoyed with you even if you hadn’t done anything wrong.  “you know– maybe if you stopped thinking i was too senstive and started to realize that maybe you were being insensitive, you’d understand how i’m feeling.” you say as you open the front door and close it behind you, not allowing sunghoon to get another word in.  you’re starting up the car and backing out of your driveway when you see sunghoon running out, waving his hands in the air to get your attention. you don’t bother rolling down the windows to hear him out because he hadn’t given you that grace. fighting the urge to let the tears fall and cloud your vision as you drive to god knows where.  sunghoon lets his head fall back in frustration as he watches the car drive away. you two weren’t unfamiliar to arguments but you had never walked away… and this time you did. 

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[yuzujjn]

◟ IT'S THAT ME EXPRESSO ⟡ BEOMGYU

𝗢𝗥────────𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇' '𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗈𝗁, 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍?

【 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 】 𖹭 boyfriend!beomgyu & fem!rea 5OO established relationship fluff oneshot 𝒊 skinship kissing bickering 。click

다니 ⠀⦂ happy birthday anna (@hoonquette) remaking this old fic since you wanted it back hehe. maybe i'll write more txt > <

you should’ve known better than to make a deal with choi beomgyu.

because now, he’s sitting across from you on his bed, guitar in hand, a stupid grin on his face as he taps his fingers against the wooden body. the deal was simple—he teaches you how to play, and in exchange, he gets a kiss per lesson. one kiss. per lesson.

but this menace of a boyfriend is acting like he’s running a whole business, and you're his number one paying customer.

"alright, sweetheart, pay up," he says smugly, fingers plucking at a random note, his foot bouncing slightly as he watches you expectantly.

you narrow your eyes, lips twitching. "you literally just made me press down on a string. that's not even a chord, gyu."

he grins, "wow. so now you're backing out of the deal? after everything i've done for you?"

"you haven't done anything," you deadpan.

"i literally just enlightened your mind—"

"you made me press on one string."

"—and this is the thanks i get? unbelievable," he sighs, shaking his head. "you know, some people would kill to have a teacher like me."

"some people would kill you if they had a teacher like you."

he laughs at your comment. he’s lucky you love that laugh, otherwise you would’ve shoved him off the bed by now.

he leans forward, resting his chin on the guitar. "c'mon, baby. don't be stingy."

"you're not getting a kiss for that," you say firmly. "the deal was one per lesson, not one per every piece of useless information you dump on me."

"first of all, disrespectful," he says, sitting up straight again. "second of all, i think this is a fair exchange. you get knowledge, i get a kiss. the world stays in balance."

"you just want an excuse to kiss me."

"do i need an excuse?"

and just like that, you're caught. because no, he doesn’t need an excuse, and he knows it. because the moment his voice drops just slightly, you know you’re done for.

he grins, watching the way your resolve weakens. "you know you wanna."

you groan, grabbing his hoodie to pull him closer, but beomgyu beats you to it, one hand cupping your cheek as he kisses you like he has all the time in the world. and maybe he does, because he takes his sweet time with you, lips brushing against yours before deepening the kiss, fingers tracing along your jaw like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

his guitar is forgotten, pushed to the side as he leans in, pressing you further into the bed. your hands slip into his hair, tugging slightly before pulling away just enough to murmur, "see? that wasn't so bad."

you roll your eyes, trying to fight the warmth in your cheeks. "you're insufferable."

"and yet you're still here, willingly kissing me."

you shove at his shoulder, and he laughs, finally sitting back up, reaching for his guitar again. "alright, alright. since you were so generous, i'll give you a discount."

you squint at him. "...what kind of discount?"

he smirks, plucking a few strings. "one kiss for two chords."

you groan, flopping back onto the bed dramatically. "i hate you."

he grins, nudging your leg with his knee. "no you don't."

...yeah, you really don’t.

[rueclfer]

okay waitttt cause you said two ruequests per personnnn i kinda wanted to do one more cause that’s how we became moots. going back to our rue-ts if u will hehe (i love rue puns)

if ur comfy i would love the whole au that started our tumblerinaship; patient touya x forensic psychiatrist me!!! (very joker harley quinn esque but more silly and less toxiccc ofcc)

anywayyyy ilyyy leaving the choice up to you but i fear smau would prob not be doable in this context but whichever u see fit i know will be amazingggg

revisting some ideas we came up with when we first mooted up HEHEH <3 the silly exchange of notes... the nosyness... the tennnssssiiiioooonnnnnnnnnn RRAAHHH hi kenny ily

patient!touya // job fair

event m.list

touya blankly stares at you for another minute and you think you might lose your mind.

“you have another forty-five minutes here, touya. i suggest you make it productive,” you say through a sigh, trying to not mind the constant knee bouncing.

“get me out of these cuffs and i’ll make it worth your while.”

the smirk on touya’s face never leaves, and another sigh leaves your lips. your reactions are usually sharp and unwavering, but you couldn’t hold back the eye roll this time.

“we have goals to meet,” you remind, scribbling circles in your notepad, “my supervisor isn’t going to be happy with me if you keep dodging my questions.”

“and how is that my problem?” he folds a leg up against his chest, slightly cocking his head to the side to fake a sense of innocence.

you drop your notepad to your lap and slump back in your seat with a pout, “well, who are you going to start sending love notes to when i get fired? the new psychiatrist? am i that easy to replace, touya?”

his facade starts to crack the second the embarrassment makes itself visible on his cheeks.

“shut up.” he darts his gaze away, “i told you to not talk about those.”

“then talk to me!”

touya scoots his chair up to your desk and drops his cuffed hands onto the cold surface, leaning forward towards you. with any other inmate, you’d have a finger resting over the red button under your desk, but with touya, you matched his movements and leaned in.

“answer my question first,” he says through a smirk.

your lips press into a tight line and you’re back to your staring contest.

“over ice- but not iced,” you begin, “one pump of vanilla. milk depending on the day. earl grey cold foam on top. with a straw,”  you say in a flat tone.

“with a straw?” touya repeats, almost grinning now, “wouldn't have pegged you as a straw person.”

you shrug, “the more you know.”

touya releases a sigh of content before leaning back in his seat, dropping his hands to his lap.

there's a brief moment of silence as he replays your coffee order in his head- wrapping his mind around how you could enjoy a lukewarm drink with a straw.

“you're cute,” he finally says. 

“and you're nosy.”

“can’t help that you're so much more interesting than i am.”

you snort. you grew up in the typical nuclear family. average life. average student. went off to university. got your degree. and another degree. and another. and now you’re here- no notable stories, no exciting experiences, nothing.

“shut up.” you rest your cheek against the heel of your palm, “you’ve done a lot more with your life than i did.”

“yeah clearly,” he scoffs, lightly jingling the shackles arounds his wrists.

you two share a laugh, and for a moment you forget where you are and the notepad in your lap had been long forgotten about.

“i’m serious. my life is boring. work, eat, sleep, and repeat.”

“you want a piece of advice?” he leans in, “a way to spice up your life a bit?”

touya’s voice lowers when he speaks closely to you. he slides his wrist forward on your desk, gauging to see how close you’d let him get to you. his scarred fingertips barely grazes against your elbow before his eyes flicker back up to yours.

“sure. let’s hear it,” you match his volume, leaning in closer, careful to not flinch at the ghost of his touch against your skin.

his gaze lingers on yours for a second longer. a moment of silence passes and he wets his lips before his mouth opens.

“take more risks,” he whispers.

touya has no feeling left in his fingertips, but he swears he can almost feel the heat emanating off of you. he’s almost tempted to grab you, let his palm lay flush against your outer bicep and finally feel you.

“risks?”

“yeah. risks. i can teach you a thing or two about those.”

[perseephoneee]

you always did like clint eastwood [kol mikaelson x f!reader]

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synopsis: you and kol get stuck in 1800's western america

cw: era typical violence, surface level wild west research

authors note: this fic is for my friend (who wishes to remain anonymous) as a delayed birthday gift hehe. love you darling.

Understanding Kol Mikaelson was like a rainbow; sometimes it happened, but rarely ever. And when you really saw him, you found a sort of beauty people would never see. Today was not a rainbow day. Today was actually a really, really bad day. 

You're tired of being the Mikaelson's go-to witch. All it does is ruin your day and cause you too many bumps and bruises. And then there's Kol…Kol, who enjoys teasing you but will never let you get close enough to see what's going on beneath. It makes it hard to trust him. But you really need to trust him, especially right now. Because the latest spell in Klaus' hair-brained schemes has caused both you and Kol to end up in 1800s western America. Right in cowboy country. 

You really could kill him. 

If he hadn't distracted you, this portal spell wouldn't have sent you here. Instead, it would've brought something useful to you. But now you're stuck in an era where they really hate women, and they really hate witches. 

"I'm going to kill you," you hiss out. You're blinking back at the sun shining high above you. You're standing under the entrance of 'Willowbrooks'– a western town from Kol's understanding. The dust swirls around your feet and gets in your throat, not helping your sour mood. It didn't help that the name sounded familiar; you were trying to think about why.

"It could be worse," Kol laughed. He put a hand over his eyes as he observed a vulture flying overhead. "I never had the chance to be a proper cowboy."

"Probably for the best. You'd be a nightmare."

"I take offense to that," Kol smirked. "C'mon."

"To where?"

"This sign might be here, but that town is still a while away. We should get there before nightfall," Kol started walking without you, and you groaned as you ran to keep up. He would occasionally whistle, which would only aggravate your mood. Sometimes, he shared a joke that would make you wish for a quick death from wherever you were heading. Your walk took the rest of the day into the evening until you eventually entered an old western town. You both stuck out like sore thumbs. Kol, ever the lover of breaking the rules, immediately went toward a clothesline at the back of a building. He tossed you some articles of clothing haphazardly, with you barely catching them. 

"What are you doing?" you whisper, afraid to raise your voice. Kol starts undressing before you, and you quickly avert your gaze. 

"Blending in," he replies. You catch a glance at his body, abdomen toned in a way that wasn't entirely fair. Your cheeks burn as you look away. Standing around waiting for him to be done seemed foolish, so you find another place to hide as you quickly dress. The clothes didn't exactly fit, but you made it work. It was just a simple blue blouse with a long tiered skirt. You kept your combat boots, hoping that no one would notice. You didn't want to worry about locating your shoe size as well. By the time you went back to Kol, he was also clothed. Between the dark blue tunic and the black vest, he looked like the kinda devilish character that you'd want to avoid in one of these old Western movies. But to you, he was the safest thing around. 

"If anyone asks, darling," he gives you a look. "You're my wife, and we're visiting on our way to see family."

"If I'm your wife, don't expect me to be too nice about it," you smile. He just grins, fangs flashing. 

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Going to a saloon seemed stupid and cliche, but the only inn in Willowbrooks happened to be a saloon. You followed behind Kol, and despite his cavalier attitude about your adventure, he kept close to you and seemed to be observing everything that moved. He didn't feel safe here either. 

Unlike the movies, the saloon didn't come to a grinding halt when you both entered. A few stares were thrown your way, but fortunately, it wasn't as dramatic. You forgot that Kol lived in this time, which you guess was helpful because you probably would've gotten yourself killed if you were alone. He sidled up to the bar with no problem and requested a room, slipping into a western drawl that you didn't realize he had in him. You tried to observe your surroundings without being suspicious. Above the bar, a piece of paper advertised the special as a drink called "coffin varnish," which sounded as appetizing as one could imagine. The smell of the establishment left a lot to be desired and made you miss the glory of modern plumbing. But the thing that caught your eye was the glittering sheriff badge on a man sitting at the other end of the counter. He was in hushed conversation with another, maybe a deputy or just a friend, but you still managed to overhear some of it. 

"That damn Foley coven is getting on my nerves," the sheriff sighed, taking a swig of dark liquid. "Especially Elizabeth. It's bad for business."

"Lincoln already freed the damn slaves; what else do they want from us?" the other man shook his head, looking at his cup. 

"Easy. They want our heads," the sheriff chuckled, but it was an empty laugh of a tired man. 

"Whatcha going to do?"

"What I always do," the sheriff finished off his drink. "Take care of it."

You jolted as Kol wrapped an arm around your waist, distracting you from your eavesdropping. He raised a brow but didn't say anything, and you gave him a look that you'd tell him later. He took the hint and nodded towards the stairs that led to the rooms, with you following behind. The floor creaked beneath your feet as you ascended to your room, a tiny thing at the end of the hall with a washroom across from it. You sighed as you saw the one bed, but didn't have the mental capacity to deal with it. 

"This must be like one of your romance novels," Kol snorts as he takes in your tiny room. You sat down at the edge, undoing your shoes and ignoring him. "What, no witty comeback?"

"What if we're here for a reason?" you question, the thought circling your brain since leaving the bar. 

"What reason, this was a spell gone wrong," Kol leaned against the wall, looking at you inquisitively. 

"The sheriff down there wants to take out a coven of witches in the area, the Foley coven," you sat forward, hands on your knees. "I thought the name of this town sounded familiar, and now I remember why. The Foleys wanted to free the rest of the slaves on the western frontier, in addition to giving women more opportunities to work. But the town of Willowbrooks didn't want that. They ended up burning the head of the coven and set the two parties into a civil war. No one knew what happened to the Foley witches, and even today, if you visit the town, it's a ghost town. Literally."

"And this concerns us…?" 

"What if we're here to stop the fight from happening, to save a witch?" you looked at him, hope and fury in your eyes. "What if that's how we get home? By righting a past wrong?"

"You read too many stories," Kol sighed, running a hand over his face. 

"I don't know if we can save the witch that burns, maybe we aren't meant to. But I can't shake the feeling that we're here for a reason, and my witch's sense hasn't led me wrong yet." Kol continues to look at you with hesitation and tiredness. As you know, it wasn't in his nature to help. You were going to make him do it anyway. "Please?"

The internal battle waging war in Kol's mind made his eyes cloudy as he thought about what you said. He swore under his breath and ran a hand through his hair. 

"We can…talk to the witches tomorrow," Kol said. "But we might not be able to change anything. Okay, darling?"

"Okay," you smiled, without malice for once since landing in this shitty town. "And Kol?" He looked at you. "Don't get handsy in the bed, or I'll cut them off." 

He grinned. 

~

Kol didn't touch you during the night, although he snored, which was fairly annoying. You woke up to the sight of him curled into a tight ball on the other side as if he was stopping himself from intruding on your personal space. It was the most respectful thing you've ever seen him do. 

By the time he woke, you had gotten dressed in some clothes you had stolen from another room (sorry, unsuspecting patron) and used the wash basin across the hall. You still felt dirty, and the heat from outside wasn't helpful, but it was better than nothing. You wish you could have a toothbrush, though. You also ventured downstairs to the main saloon. You tried to be inconspicuous when asking where the closest food place was. Fortunately, they had a kitchen right in the establishment, and you were able to eat some eggs, beef, and beans. You even had coffee, even if it tasted like dirt water. You debated saving something for Kol but remembered he wouldn't want any. 

You came back up the stairs to him, still lounging in bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

"Planning to stay here all day?" you inquired, leaning against the doorframe. He smiled at you, not as flirtatious as usual. "What's wrong?" you narrowed your eyes. Kol wasn't usually this silent. 

"It's…strange," he shrugged as best he could while lying down. 

"Strange?"

"Being in the past," Kol sat up a little bit. He had taken the vest off before bed, and the blue shirt underneath was crumpled with sleep. "I've forgotten so much of it."

You take pause at that statement. "Do you remember much of your life?"

"Bits and pieces, like anyone looking back on childhood, I suppose," Kol played with the bedsheets between his fingers. "I… don't think I was very nice during this era."

He sounds so sad about it, and the feeling leaves an uncomfortable ache in your chest. Was it regret in his voice? Or just commentary about who he was. Sometimes, you couldn't understand whether Kol was warning you away from him or explaining his actions. His statement also came with the startling realization that of the Mikaelsons, he was the one you feared the least. Strange considering his reputation, but it was knowledge you tucked deep inside for later. 

"I think you're nice," you shrugged. Kol looked at you with barely veiled surprise. "I mean, you kept to yourself while we were sleeping. That was pretty nice."

Kol grinned at that, and it made you smile. There was the devilish vampire you remember. 

You departed quickly after that, making your way to the outskirts of town. Relying on your own sixth sense, you allowed yourself to be drawn to the magic farther past the confines of Willowbrooks. Kol made up for his somber morning mood by singing 'Cotton-Eyed Joe.' It was the first time on the trip you wished for a white oak stake so you could stab him. 

You stopped atop a hill and narrowed your eyes at a dilapidated building below. 

"That's where the witches are," you pointed. Kol put his hands on his hips. 

"Well, darling," he sighed. "Let's meet your brethren."

You walked up to the building, the sun beating against you. You felt sweat beading on your forehead, rolling down your cheeks and not helping your already disgusting appearance. When you approached the door, you did what any sensible person would do– you knocked. 

"Very polite," Kol murmured. 

"Shut up."

The door opened, but no one stood behind it. You cautiously entered, taking in the darkness. You gasped as all at once, hundreds of candles flickered to life. A small group of women huddled in the corner, their faces illuminated by the flames. The one closest to the door, an older woman with braided long white hair and eyes the color of storms, stepped forward

"We've been expecting you," she smiled. 

~

The woman was revealed to be Elizabeth Foley, the one the sheriff (who you learned to be named Sheriff Dunn) had complained about the day before. Apparently, one of the witches foretold the two of you showing up that day. You should really be less surprised. 

"There has to be a way to stop this before too many innocent lives are lost," you said, sitting at a wooden table with Elizabeth. She ground a mix of herbs with a mortar and pestle. 

"Innocent lives will always be lost as long as men are involved," Elizabeth said, glancing at Kol. He stood by the wall, watching the other witches work around him. He seemed uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry for bringing a vampire into your home," you apologized. Elizabeth grabbed your hand, squeezing lightly. 

"I do not fear him, neither should you."

You didn't know how to respond to that. 

"I will go into the town tomorrow and talk with the Sheriff," Elizabeth returned to grinding her herbs. 

"He'll kill you."

"Perhaps," Elizabeth shrugged. You found her to be rather calm despite the circumstances. "But this town isn't lost yet. Perhaps it will take someone like you and your friend to convince them of that."

You went back to the inn by nightfall, finding yourself staring up at the ceiling instead of Kol this time. Maybe you both had issues with dissociating. Kol flopped on the bed next to you a second later. 

"What do you think she meant by 'convincing the town?'" you turned to look at him. His hands were tucked behind his head, causing his shirt to slide up a bit. You ignored the sight. 

"Get them to stop the sheriff? Who knows" Kol quirked a brow. 

"But it might not stop a witch from dying."

Kol had nothing to say to that, and you didn't expect him to. You chewed your lip in thought. Eventually, you turned on your side to face him. 

"Thank you," you murmured. He glanced at you.

"For what?"

"For helping me."

"I just want to get home," Kol snorted.

"I don't believe that," you replied, shaking your head. Kol looked at you, warmth in his otherwise dark gaze. 

"You always see the best in people, don't you?"

"I have to," you glanced away. "Otherwise, no one else will."

Kol turned to face you, brows furrowed in thought. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen across your face, tucking it delicately behind your ear. The warmth from his fingers made you close your eyes. His hand went to your neck, grazing the collarbone before dancing over your shoulder. You tried to keep your breathing even as he lightly touched you.

"Do you see any good in me?" he whispered as if afraid to ask the question. You opened your eyes, looking at the furrow of his brow to heavy lashes as he refused to make eye contact. 

"I do," you hummed. "When you let me."

That seemed to settle something within Kol, who leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. It was barely anything, but you leaned into it, and that was enough to let him get rid of his reservations. His hand cupped your face, disrupting the hair he had been so gentle to tuck away. Your hand went to his waist, feeling the skin you had pretended not to eye earlier. You let out a gasp as his teeth nipped your lower lip, deepening what was already becoming something you knew you wouldn't want to run away from. Kissing Kol felt like a slow fire burning within you, growing in size until the only thing you could feel was his touch and his tongue on your body. His lips traveled along your jaw, kissing the delicate skin of your neck. Your mouth parted as blunt fangs dragged along the skin, nipping at your collarbone. You wished he would leave a mark. 

Kol couldn't stay away from your lips for long and returned to them with a fervor that insinuated that he'd been waiting to do this for some time. You let yourself be pulled on top of him as he rolled onto his back, his lips never leaving yours. You parted to breathe, nose nudging his and safety flooding your body as his arms wrapped securely around you. 

"Kol," you whispered. He hummed thoughtfully. Your hands brushed through his hair. "I've always seen you."

He grinned, kissing your cheek. "I know, darling. I know."

~

Unlike the night before, you let Kol hold you that night. You woke in warmth and a sense of belonging you'd been hoping for for a while. You didn't know what to expect today about the town of Willowbrooks, but you knew you wouldn't be alone through its trials. 

When you stepped outside, the town was already waiting with bated breath. Elizabeth stood facing down Sheriff Dunn, her skirt billowing around her ankles and her gaze steely. Sheriff Dunn glared. 

"Let this go, William," Elizabeth said. She seemed unhurried in her approach. "This town has suffered enough."

"Suffered because of creatures like you."

"No," she smiled, a faint thing. "Because of people like you."

The town shuffled uncomfortably on their feet, unsure what to do. You and Kol circled closer. 

"Elizabeth Foley, I charge you with crimes of disrupting the peace, and punishment must be served," Dunn announced, reverberating across the desert. Elizabeth didn't look shocked by this at all. You watched as Dunn removed his belt, wrapping it around his hands. Elizabeth got down on her knees, and you started forward. Kol grabbed your arm, yanking you back. 

"What are you doing?" you hissed, his grip a vice.

"You can't stop this, not by running forward."

"She's going to be tortured."

"It'll be worse if you intervene," Kol looked around at the people around you. You looked as well and took in the faces of horror and fear flickering across everyone's expressions. A half-baked idea started to form in your head just as the first whip sounded. Elizabeth didn't scream, even as the blood started to show on her shirt. Not even as Sheriff Dunn hit a second and third time. You watched the townspeople flinch, people of different backgrounds and colors watching with a tension that only came with disagreement. You wrenched your arm out of Kol's grip and approached the citizens. 

"Are you really going to stand by and watch as this man continues to hold your freedom hostage?" you exclaimed, voice loud. People looked at you in shock, Kol included. "When this woman is fighting for all men and women, regardless of circumstance, to have the same rights as the white man?"

"She is ready to take the belt if it means protecting people like you, people who never protected her," Kol yelled, joining you in your protest. He sent you a wink as he faced the other side of the town. 

"You have the power to do something! You have the power to put your foot down!" You walked closer, making a point to look at each person individually. You saw a few nods, and you let your voice get louder. Each exclamation between you and Kol drowned out the held-in whimpers of Elizabeth and the sound of the cracking skin. You watched the light ignite within more and more people and, for once, started feeling actual hope. 

It wasn't until Elizabeth was a heap on the ground, barely holding herself up, that the sound of a rifle being cocked reverberated throughout the courtyard. One of the men was aiming at the sheriff, who looked at him in shock. 

"That's enough, William. Let her go."

"Let us go," another man said, his own belt off and wrapped in his hands. More people kept joining in, saying similar sentiments. Sheriff Dunn hissed, stepping away from the approaching mob. He reached for his own gun, but the sound of several others being pointed his way was enough to set him running instead. As dozens of townspeople chased after him, you watched in satisfaction as metaphorical pitchforks arose. You spent only a second in that feeling before rushing towards Elizabeth. You slumped on the ground, pulling her into your arms. 

"Elizabeth," you gasped, your hands covered in the blood seeping through her clothes. She looked up at you with dazed eyes, her hand coming up to cup your cheek. 

"You did it, sweet girl."

"I-I didn't do anything," you stammered. 

"You brought hope," she coughed. "The most precious gift of them all."

Kol ran up next to you, biting into his wrist as he skidded to a stop next to Elizabeth.

"Drink," he demanded. "Let us help you."

"I don't need your blood, Mikaelson," she chuckled. You don't remember telling her his name. "My coven can heal me just fine. It's time for you two to go."

"Go? How?" you inquired, looking at Kol. He shrugged. 

"Take care of her," Elizabeth said to Kol, nodding. 

You couldn't get another word in as you felt your body dissipate into sparkling atoms. By the time you re-materialized, you were back in the Mikaelson compound. Rebekah startled from her place on the couch, glancing at the two of you, hand-in-hand on the ground. She took in both of your outfits and snorted. 

"Well, Kol," she drawled. "You always did like Clint Eastwood."

[hazymoonlinh]

ye ask and ye shall receive *pulls an idea out of my random box*

ok picture this the reader is mydei soulmate who just so happens to be of the many researchers at herta's space station,known to be distant and cold a woman of pure intellect and cool headed the opposite of mydei.

who occasionally accompanies the astral express crew sometimes on missions,she happens to accompany them to amphoreus and even after finding out that she and mydei are soulmates she still goes back to herta space station to which infuriates mydei who somehow with the trailblazer help goes to the space station to drag her back.

sorry if it's so long I got really excited writing this tehe

Hehe…thanks for requesting again, you have really great ideas btw <3

Someone please save me from Tet, I’m so frickin busy…

Anyway, I had fun writing this lol.

The scientific way of falling in love

(Against your will)

“A Cold-Blooded Soulmate? Unacceptable.”(Mydei x Researcher!Reader | Soulmate AU)

Mydei too in love to let you go.

I think Mydei is a bit ooc…

Also this takes place when everything is over, Amphoreus is saved, March is too.

The revelation should have meant everything.

Soulmates—an undeniable, unshakable truth woven into the fabric of fate itself. It was supposed to be a moment of clarity, of absolute certainty. And yet, when she—the brilliant, cold researcher from Herta’s Space Station—discovered her bond with Mydei, she did something unfathomable.

She left.

Without hesitation, without the emotional theatrics most would expect, she simply turned her back on him and returned to her work, as if destiny itself was nothing more than an inconvenient hypothesis that had yet to be proven useful.

And Mydei? He was furious.

“She left,” he growled, pacing inside the Astral Express. “She looked me in the eye—looked her own soulmate in the eye—and just walked away.”

Trailblazer and March exchanged nervous glances while Dan Heng remained as impassive as ever, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. Welt, however, simply sighed. “She has her duties,” he reasoned. “Not everyone reacts the same way to soulmates.”

“Hah! Duties?” Mydei sneered. “What’s more important than fate itself? What’s more important than me?” He slammed his hand on a nearby table, the sheer force rattling the surface. “She’s supposed to be mine, but instead, she just—” He clenched his jaw, fuming. “Left.”

“I mean, to be fair, she is kinda known for being a bit… emotionless?” March offered hesitantly. “She’s super smart, but not really the sentimental type, y’know?”

“She must be absolutely fascinating to talk to,” Dan Heng remarked dryly.

Mydei shot him a glare before turning his sharp eyes back to the group. “It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t get to ignore this. Ignore me.” He straightened, his golden armor gleaming under the train’s light. “If she won’t come to me, then I’ll bring her back myself.”

March blinked. “You… you’re just gonna go there and kidnap her?”

“Not kidnap,” Mydei corrected with a smirk. “Retrieve.”

Trailblazer, ever the agent of chaos, grinned. “I’ll help.”

—

Herta’s Space Station was a place of knowledge, of logic. And, most importantly, a place that had absolutely no patience for Mydei’s dramatics.

Yet that did not stop him from storming through its pristine halls, his presence utterly alien amidst the quiet, sterile environment. Researchers and staff gave him a wide berth, whispering about the golden warrior whose very aura reeked of dominance and battle.

“I’m looking for her,” he declared to the nearest assistant, practically vibrating with indignation.

“W-We don’t disclose personnel locations to random visitors,” the researcher stammered.

“She is my soulmate.” Mydei’s sharp grin was anything but friendly. “I’m not a random visitor. Now, where is she?”

The assistant pointed immediately. “L-Laboratory 3B—”

“Good.” He turned to Trailblazer, who had accompanied him. “See? Cooperation. Very simple.”

Trailblazer just shook their head, hiding a smirk as Mydei marched toward his goal.

—

She was exactly as he remembered her—poised, collected, exuding an air of absolute intelligence as she focused on the holographic schematics before her. Not once did she glance up, not even as Mydei stepped into her space, a presence impossible to ignore.

“You left,” he said, voice low and sharp.

“I had work to do,” she replied simply, fingers gliding over the display.

He scoffed, stepping closer. “We are soulmates, and your first instinct was to return to your research? Not even a second thought?”

“I did give it a second thought,” she corrected. “I just found it irrelevant to my immediate objectives.”

Mydei narrowed his eyes. “You found fate irrelevant?”

She finally looked at him then, her cold, calculating gaze meeting his fiery one. “Fate is an unproven theory. A biological response due to specific resonance frequencies between individuals. I fail to see why I should let it dictate my decisions.”

Mydei stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.

“…Are you serious?”

“Completely.”

For the first time in his life, Mydei was at a loss for words. He had faced countless warriors, led armies, and commanded battles with ease—but this woman, his supposed soulmate, was treating their bond like a research paper to be reviewed.

His eye twitched. “You’re coming with me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes. You are.”

She gave him a mildly exasperated look. “I have no reason to.”

Mydei exhaled sharply, placing his hands on the edge of her desk and leaning in, voice dropping to a near growl. “Listen to me, you stubborn little researcher. I don’t lose. I don’t get rejected. And I certainly do not let my soulmate ignore me in favor of—of data analysis.”

She arched a delicate brow. “And what exactly do you intend to do about it?”

Oh, she shouldn’t have asked that.

Mydei grinned.

—

The entire space station was in chaos as Mydei carried his soulmate—over his shoulder—marching toward the docking bay with utter confidence.

“Put me down,” she ordered, expression still remarkably neutral despite the absurdity of the situation.

“No.”

Trailblazer, following behind, was barely holding in their laughter.

“You are behaving irrationally,” she informed him.

“No, you are,” Mydei shot back. “Running away from me? Denying fate? Tsk, tsk. How shameful.”

“Fate is a construct built on—”

“—Irrelevant.” He smirked, tightening his grip. “You belong with me.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You do realize this is effectively an abduction?”

“Retrieval,” he corrected.

A long pause. Then, with a soft sigh, she murmured, “I suppose I can finish my current project remotely.”

Mydei stopped mid-step, blinking. “…What?”

She looked at him, entirely unaffected by their position. “I will accompany you. Temporarily. To observe this ‘fate’ you seem so adamant about.”

Mydei’s grin returned, victorious. “A trial run, then?”

“If you must label it as such.”

“Fine.” He smirked. “But you’ll see, dear soulmate—there is no escaping me.”

Trailblazer snickered. “I give it a week before she starts liking it.”

She adjusted her glasses. “Unlikely.”

Mydei just laughed, carrying her onto the ship. “We’ll see about that.”

And so, the game began.

[wonfilms]

enhypen & the ways they say "i love you" (without actually saying it) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

warnings : n/a : gen: fluff a/n: im back?!? after almost 6 mths .. but yes i'm back, (finally..) school has been HELL, BUT yrhome is back in action, i hope this is alright even though i feel a little rusty hehe, reblogs & comments are very much appreciated

heeseung -> "this song reminded me of you." - heeseung's love is constant, never once wavering. he sees you in every little part of his life.. he thinks about you constantly never once do you leave his mind he discovers a melody that seems to capture you within mere musical notes... so he shares it with you.. each song that make his heart swell just like you do.

jay -> "you wanted this right? i saw you looking at it at the store last weekend?" - jay's love is bold yet gentle, almost like a first love and a last kiss paired in one. jay remembers everything about you, your favourite colour, which perfume you use, what shoe size you are, what makes you tick and what comforts you after a long day? so it's no surprise that when he caught you eyeing that lipstick at the store he just had to buy it for you, whatever makes you happy is all he wants.

jake -> "give me one more kiss, please babe just one more..??" - jake's love is exhilerating and yet comfortable all at once, like the fond nostalgia of a childhood fair-ground ride. he should be out of bed right now, rushing to get ready for work but he can't help himself.. not when you look that damn beautiful laid in his arms , he kisses you softly letting the feeling linger. just one more kiss, he pleads.. but you both know that's never the case

sunghoon -> "have you eaten yet baby?" - sunghoon's love is soft, sweet and it feels warm like a bowl of soup. he never fails to ask you whether you'd eaten yet, always. he takes comfort in knowing you're still safe and healthy. he shows his love through words, whispered confessions against your neck and gentle squeezes of your hip as he kisses you to sleep at night.

sunoo -> "i wish i could see you all the damn time" - sunoo's love tastes like oranges and frozen grapes. he didn't think he'd ever want someone's company like he wants yours.. he needs you he wants you by his side even more with every passing minute. it feels almost natural to see your smile and your pretty eyes every minute of the day, it's like a second nature to him to admire you. jungwon -> "i wanna grow old with you one day" - jungwon's love is like rainy days spent cuddling next to the fire. he's never been one to shy away from the words 'i love you', but that's probably just because it's you. hell, love is terrifying but he knows you're the one for him. his other half the last little missing puzzle piece in his life, you're perfect for him. niki -> "you make me wanna try." - niki's love is like a gentle studio ghibli movie. it's not perfect but yet it still it. his love is encouragement, soft words of affection exchanged in private and heart-wrenching embraces that make you feel like melting. you're both young, and maybe thats completely okay, love is also helping the person you love most grow and change and still staying by each other's side.

[hoiststowline]

could i perhaps request a first kiss scenario with hoist please 🥹 he’s such a sweetheart i love him hehe

_hoist x reader

[a/n: i am so normal ab him i swear.]

Hoist is overly familiar with your tendency to ‘blow him kisses’, a gesture that never gets any easier to accept, whilst taking into account how often you use it. this is the first instance where he realizes he can’t suppress his abounding feelings for you, try as he may ever since he first recognized such affections. 

he’s too afraid to ruin something that means so much to him. it’s a desire but he’s convinced himself that it’s not a necessary one, a friendship he can force himself to be content with. Hoist settles, because he’s not accustomed to having something to settle for. the bottom line in any rationalization of the situation was that as long as you were pleased, Hoist had no reason to disagree with his original course of action. 

but you’re so enchanting, and suddenly in your presence he finds it arduous to keep his nonchalant demeanor from slipping. you look for conversation with him, discover that words arrive effortlessly when shared together. Hoist seldom finds himself alone anymore, delighted that the both of you are guilty of being at each other's side many hours of the day. there’s always something to talk about, he’s somewhat taken aback when you insist to hear about his day first. 

he’d tried to greet you as normal, hoping to have drawn up a facade that was stable enough to make it through the exchange. immediately, your brow furrows upon seeing him, even from your position on his desk your eyes study him from his helm to the ground. Hoist is lucky if he can hide anything from you, so he’s truthfully dumbfounded how you hadn’t discovered his true feelings for you yet. 

“Is everything okay?” you inquire, gentle as always and never one to pry. 

far too hastily, he nods. “Just fine.”

Hoist is enamored, trying to follow your story about a humorous interaction with a co-worker, but he’s gotten lost about halfway through. you had tried to get him to enter the discourse, even poking at his hand that had landed just beside you once he had sunk himself into his desk chair. there was nothing to discuss, he hadn’t been productive the past eight hours since he saw you last, so any recollection of his day would be boring. as always, he reminds you, he’d much rather hear about what you’ve been up to. 

yet, every time his gaze locks with yours, he feels sheepish, unable to focus. instead his optics then shift downward to your lips, and once that occurs, there’s little that will set him back on the rails. 

briefly, he wonders if you notice how often he stares at you. Hoist hopes it never comes across as insincere if he has been caught, not ever wishing to offend you. Primus knows he’s received enough elbows to the gut from Trailbreaker, especially when he’s been found out by the mech. 

“Again?” a fair blow to his side as he snaps his jaw shut, embarrassment flooding him temporarily. 

groaning, Hoist recalls rubbing his side before turning to his friend. “It’s not as easy as you think it is.”

Trailbreaker had actually mulled his response over before agreeing. “Nah, it's not, but ya don’t know that for sure. Not unless you actually try, H.” 

instantly, he’s snapped out of his reminiscence when your palm lands atop his servo. “Hoist? Are you sure you’re alright?”

a cursory ‘yes’ almost leaves him, but for once he actually gives pause. 

what would he gain from turning this opportunity down? if he dismisses your worries once more, he’d only be shelving this confession only to talk himself out of it once more. 

Hoist is hyper aware of how warm your palm is, daring to steal a glance. your hand is so small, it almost feels impossibly so, but he’s tugged back to reality when your fingers brush over his knuckles. 

then, you repeat the same motion, meaning you’re searching to comfort him, genuinely troubled by his unusual behavior. you’re patiently awaiting his answer, not being pushy or unfair, only forcing another admirable trait of yours to the forefront, your seemingly never ending patience. 

“No,” Hoist can’t move, all his joints feel like they are locked. somewhat aware that he has to continue so as to not appear unhinged, he hastily adds: “I mean, I’m fine. But there is something I have to tell you, y/n.” 

“Okay.” you extend, going to pull your hand back but Hoist is just that much faster, successfully but benignly taking your retreating hand between two of his digits. 

Hoist wouldn’t call it pouring his spark out, but he definitely added far too much additional information than called for. once he started, he couldn’t stop, rambling from how happy you make him feel, to the immense loneliness he experiences whenever the two of you are apart. it’s an offer, he’s proposing the idea of moving the friendship to something with a more definitive label, a romantic one. 

he’s expecting you to say no. his shoulders deflate amongst his chaotic nonsense, but it isn’t relief that claims it. it’s the anticipation that you don’t feel the same, the awaited rejection that has him wondering how he even gathered the courage to do this in the first place. 

somewhere in the middle, that envision changes, watching as your entire face alights. your smile is of a familiar compassion, but there’s a look in your eyes that has him stumbling over his words at times. listening to every word, you forbearingly wait until he’s concluded before trying to return the favor. 

yet, your mouth opens, and nothing comes to fruition. still all smiles, you’re entirely too stunned to try and conjure up anything like what Hoist just presented to you. 

“That was so sweet,” you whisper, voice breathy and hardly audible. unsure if that was meant more for you or for Hoist, the green mech above you goes rigid once more. 

“I didn’t quite catch that.” he treads, uncertainty seizing him like a vice.

instead of repeating yourself, you beckon him closer with your free hand. 

Hoist lowers himself, ungraceful his middle name. “Hm?” 

the servo that wasn’t holding yours grips the edge of his desk, almost bending under his weight as you leave a kiss atop his face-shield, tiny fingers ghosting under his chin in the most benevolent and loving touch he’s ever experienced. 

“You’re perfect.” you hum, unwilling to withdraw early. “I love you too, Hoist.”

[contentloadingandstuff]

Nilou x Veteran!Warrior!Male!Reader

A/N: Here's something light and hopefully fun to read. Enjoy! CW: None.

When Nilou’s fans come up to her for autographs, they can’t help but cast worried glances at the man next to her. Despite officially being only a bodyguard, the warm smiles and kind looks you exchange with each other have made your love obvious to the people of Sumeru. Nobody mentions it in her, let alone your presence though - they know you’re not someone to be messed with. 

Nobody really knows where you fought, but your more-than-professional demeanor, your grizzled eyes, speaking of experience, make it more than obvious that you’ve seen your share. Your handling of weapons makes you a commanding presence - you hardly ever have to speak to make sure Nilou has as much space as she needs to feel comfortable. 

For your adorable lover, however, your presence is quite the opposite - you’re a guarantee of comfort and safety, and such a cute one at that! She finds it positively heartwarming how you compare to her. You’re a big, strong and scary guy while she’s a tiny and innocent girl. 

Nilou: Hey sweetie, can you… pick me up, please? Y/N: Hm? Oh, of course.  Nilou: W-whoah! Hehe~ It’s like in those fairytales, isn’t it?

You’re her knight in shining armor, and she’s your princess in need of keeping safe and sound. It always gets her heart racing when you remind her just how fragile and gentle she is - as a flower, needing strong hands to protect her from the cold winds. 

Speaking of digits, she really enjoys holding hands with you. Your hands, just like your whole person, are the precise opposites of her. They are big, rough, full of little scratches, scars and other wear-and-tear from your days of campaigns and fighting. They were and still are capable of feats of great strength and violence - she saw how tightly you grip the sword, just as she saw your enemies staggering under your blows. And yet, despite that, you are as gentle with her as can be when you stroke her hair or touch her cheek. 

With your body being as it is, you make for a very safe shelter for her. Nilou would like nothing else than to curl up in your strong, masculine arms, safely away from the threats and dangers of the world. Your body is also very good at heating her up on cold days with how big it is. A perfect pillow, a perfect ladder, a perfect vehicle, a perfect jar opener - she enjoys it thoroughly, and isn’t afraid to show her appreciation of you. 

Whenever you’re shirtless, expect Nilou to always show respect to your scars. They are marks of a warrior, a courageous man who endured wounds and stood tall through adversity. She’ll kiss them gently, and if you allow her, trace her fingers along them with featherlight touches. Nilou would love to learn their stories, but will understand when you don’t want to share them. She knows that these particular ones might have scarred more than your body. 

Nilou enjoys taking care of her big, strong man. She will cook for you whenever there’s a chance, even if you insist otherwise. 

Nilou: Here you go honey! Enjoy~ Y/N: This is wonderful… But you didn’t have to go all this way, you know? I have a pair of hands… Nilou: Hey, don’t mention it. It’s my obligation and my pleasure as your woman to keep you just as healthy and happy as you keep me, right? I think it's just fair, sweetie.

Nilou is very aware that her anxiety regarding leaving Sumeru City is a result of her sheltered life. She’s never really left it - the wilderness is teeming with bandits, Fatui and monsters who would all gladly have a piece of her if the opportunity came. She might have a Vision, but Nilou’s no warrior - she never practiced using it for combat, never had the need to fight, nor is she a very strong girl. With you by her side, however, she feels safe. She knows you’ll keep her way out of danger - she saw you fight, so trust isn’t the sole thing backing up her belief in your capabilities. Nilou truly enjoys walks out in the forest without a care in the world as well as picnics with you. Still, she insists on getting back before it gets dark, and if evening catches you by surprise, you’ll find her gripping your hand and sticking very close to you. 

Kindness speaks through your eyes, but they also betray years of experience and proficiency at fighting. This is the exact reason that Nilou’s manager decided that you’d make a perfect bodyguard for Nilou. Sure, Sumeru wasn’t really known for violent incidents, but you never know. The simple fact that you happen to be her husband is an added benefit as well. Nilou is more motivated, feels safer and is generally happier when you’re nearby. Besides, she only agrees to leave for Port Ormos if you accompany her, which by itself is a big step up from before when she was confined to Sumeru City. Still, other locations are for the future only for the time being.

Y/N: I’m sorry miss, but this is a staff only area. Woman: I am allowed to pass. Nilou: Is everything alright?  Y/N: Yes, Nilou. Turns back May I see proof of this then? Woman: I don’t need to show a grunt like you anything. Do you know who I am? Y/N: No and, frankly, I do not care. Please step back. Woman: I have my methods for types like you! Y/N: leans in And I have my methods of making you into a headstone or a vegetable. You may take your pick.

Due to the nature of your past job, some may see a killer in you, but Nilou doesn’t share their outlook. She might be young, optimistic and innocent by nature, but it doesn’t mean she’s oblivious to what war is. Your stories, as dark and upsetting as they are, only furthered her disdain towards conflict, but not towards you. 

Nilou knows that you cannot expect someone to act humane in an inhuman situation. She knows that the people and creatures you had killed were not killed for your own amusement, but because it was a simple choice between you and them. She does not hate you - she never will. You are just like the thousands of other young men, sent to the frontlines and made to kill monsters or their fellow man without much choice in the matter. 

She does appreciate that the war made you the man of today - a rugged, attractive beast of a fearless man - but she won't ever as much as think of suggesting that the war had a positive effect on you. Saying this wouldn't only be insensitive, but also, sadly, untrue. 

Your experiences left a permanent mark on you. They scarred both your body and your mind. She can see it in your eyes. You haven't fully left the battlefield, left the army, and it is plain to see. You have a set daily schedule, for example. You also keep a sword by your bedside and a dagger under your pillow. “Just in case” you promise, but she knows better than that. 

You have dreams about your past that might come and go, as you reassure her, but seeing you in distress breaks her heart. Nilou was always waking you up whenever a nightmare haunted you, calmly reassuring you that it's okay, that it's all a dream. She grounds you with gentle touches and soft words, expertly bringing you back to reality. At home, you dislike talking about the war, just as you dislike noise, especially metallic in nature. Nilou understands that, and makes sure to avoid rattling kitchen equipment and the like when she's preparing you food, for example. 

Speaking of cooking, and taking care of you in general, it doesn’t bother her at all, partly because of what you experienced. In the last, you have been forced out of your home and into a life of violence and approved murder where every day could be your last. But now you're home - with her. She is your wife, your home, your safe refuge. It's only natural for her to find fulfillment and pleasure in creating a loving retreat for you to rest your weary soul in. 

She is thrilled to help you and care for you, for just one, simple reason. She loves you. 

Thanks for reading!

[vulpixisananimal]

[A:4 C:66.5] (Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| +Rosmarinus+ [Loop] [(Saffron)] 

(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you felt so sooooooore.)

(It was late evening, and you, Isa, and Alex just got back from visiting Ark at her watchtower. She offered to help you train, and Null really wanted to. And he went hard with it! Pushed yourself to learn every little thing you could! Unfortunately, he dipped out right as the pains and aches kicked in.)

(Luckily Isa helped you home, and by helping you meant you had to beg him not to pick you up for the whole trip. This was not helped by Alex, who had very, very quickly learned the best ways to tease you, and was quickly rising in the ranks of “who’s the best at bullying Siffrin.”)

“Tea for you!” (You open your eye, Isa’s placing a cup next to you.)

“Mmm thanks, Stardrop. . .” (You giggle softly as Isabeaus face turns a deep shade at the nickname.)

“Y-you’rewelcome-!” (He sits down next to you.) “L-love you, Sif.”

“I love you too, Isa.” (You take a sip from the cup.) “Mmmmm. . . What kinda tea?”

“An herbal tea, I strained it and everything!”

“Hehe, thought so.” (You stuck your tongue out.) “It’s really helping with my muscle strain.”

“HAHA! HAHA! YES!!”

+. . . PFFTHehehehe.+

(??? Who- Oh! Rosmarinus? I-is, that you? Taking a peek at the favor tree, there’s another person here. A bit like you, but not really, dark clothes, a loop-like star chest, and stary hair.)

+O-oh! Uh, right! We haven’t met! Yeah I’m, Rosmarinus. I showed up. . . I think a few days ago?+

(Seems about right. You take another sip, then put the tea to the side so you could lean on Isabeau. Uh, well, welcome!)

(Isa leans down and kisses your head, speaking softly.) “Oh cute little wish, what’s going on in that cheeky head of yours.”

(You smile up at him.) “Meeting the new not-guy-”

+not-girl+

“-Not-girl.” (You correct. Right, they/she, right?)

+Mmhm! It felt, more right?+

(Haha, that’s fair. Isabeau strokes your hair as he talks.) “Oooh! Right, you told me about that the other day. Hi Rosmarinus!”

+Hi Isabeau!+

“They say hi.” (You stick out your tongue.) “It looks like you have more eyepatches to make, Stardrop~”

“F-for you all? I’d do anything.” (He kisses your head again, and you blush.) “. . I-is Rose okay with that ki-”

“Yes! Isabeau.” +You roll your eye, reaching up to pull him down for another kiss, and holding it for just a second.+

(You shudder, then let him go, you felt very, very hot. S-stars. .) 

(Isabeau covers his face with a hand, before mumbling out,) “Y-you’re all, so, cute. . .”

“H-hey!” (You reply.) +You reply.+ “Y-you are too!”

“Sorry, you guys out number me. So you win!” 

“That’s not how that-”

“Hey, lovebirds.” (Alex interrupts, poking their head from around the corner.) “Do you k-”

“Odile’s out with Nille Bonnie and Mira.” (You give them a Look.) “You’ll have to wait, lovebird.”

“I wasn’t-” (She starts, before huffing and heading upstairs.)

(You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Altiare had spilled the beans a day or two ago and you were STILL riding high off of it- oh stars you forgot to ask them about the cloak again.)

+It’s alright, Asterion asked them the other day.+

(Oh thank stars. Isabeau kissed your head again.) “Someone’s gotten their teeth back!”

“Maybe~” +You sit up and stretch.+ “A taciturn I am; no longer!”

“Huh?” +Isa scoots next to you.+ “Taciturn?”

“Someone who doesn’t speak up very often.” +You say almost automatically.+ “First floor, right side, second door on the left. Openphrase is “stostorage roomoom.” there's an open dictionary on the table.”

“Oh! You remember the specific room?” +He chuckles.+ “I’m always surprised you can remember specifics like that.”

“I can do better than that, ahem.” +You wink, and speak in an exaggerated rendition of your family's voices.+ ““Taciturn, What does "taciturn" mean?” “It's someone who doesn't speak up very often, Boniface.” “Oh, like Frin, okay.” “Yes, just like Siffrin.””

“YOU REMEMBER THE WHOLE EXCHANGE?!?”

+You do a sitting bow.+ “I’m here all week! Or until someone else takes over.”

(Stars, showoff. How do you remember that?)

+I just. . . Do?+

(That’s weird. Isabeau looks at you, amazed.) “Wow that’s, amazing!”

(You smile softly at him, and rub your neck.) “W-well, actually uh, Mari remembered most of it. It was really weird actually!”

“Because you remembered something?” (He’s smiling smugly at you)

“Shut uuuup.” (You whine.)

+Speaking of, Journal!+

(Oh right! You sit up and dig around your endless pockets for your journal.) “Whaaaat day of the week is it again?”

“It’s friday!” (Isabeau hands you a pen as you find your journal.) “Has that been helping? Writing stuff down?”

“Mmhm!” (You open the journal and flip to today.) “I-it really has! It’s really hard to keep track of how fast everything goes by b-but, but I think I’ve been remembering a lot beeee. . .”

+You’re staring at the entry from the other day. Oh, I didn’t tell you?+

(NO!?!!?? You squint at the entry from the other day. It was just one line, short, and a bit messy. “VERY GOOD DAY!” - Socks.) “. . . Who, uh, who’s Socks?”

“Socks?” (Isabeau leans over your shoulder.) “. . . Oh! That explains it.”

“Explains what?” (You turn and give him a suspicious expression.) 

“W-well uh, the other day, you were, uh. . .” (He sinks down into his shoulders.) “R-really, really, really cuddly.”

“H-HUH?!?!?” (HUH?!? WHAT?!?!?)

+Hehe, alright alright g-gimmie a second. You shake your head and close your eye for a second, drift to your room, step inside. . .+

+You walk across your room, a stage, and to the rows and rows of plays. Drifting to one, you pluck it out. Ah yes, here's the memory. With a motion, it was shared. Oh don’t worry, Sif, it’s not THAT embarrassing.+

(You shake your head again, that was- WH- Memory, you, cuddling Isa, being pat, no cloak, wrapped in blankets, puh-PURRING?!?!? a-and- o-oh stARS ABOVE--)

“. . . U-uh, you, alright Sif?” (Isa asks, putting a hand on your shoulder.) 

(Your face feels so hot.) “I-I, just, R-rosmarinus just shared the m-memory a-a-and.”

“Awww.” (Hair pat.) “W-well I guess you got a kitty in there now!”

“Hhhhhhh. . .” (You rub your face, and take a deeeeep breath in, and, out.)

(Looking through the rest of the entries, there weren’t any other surprises. But there was one entry from Saffron from a few days ago. Saffron never writes in the journal, never wants to be seen, never wants to talk, even. He’s a persecutor, an embodiment of all the pain you’ve gone through. But that entry. . .)

(“PLEASE DON’T LET THEM FORGET ME.”)

(Loop refused to talk about it, but they saw it too. Whatever ‘it’ was. You and Null talked about it, that maybe Saffron finally snapped. Or maybe Loop had someone new. Or Saffron just had a nightmare.)

(The front door opened as Mira, Odile, Nille and Bonnie came in from visiting the old Wolworth keep. You smile and wave.) “Welcome home!”

“Heya Isa, Siffy!” 

“Hello!! Did the training go well?”

“Very!!” (Isabeau beams.) “Ark knows her stuff!”

“Oh good!!”

“Excuse me,” (Odile interrupts.) “Do you kn-”

“Upstairs~” (You stick your tongue out, but Odile was already heading up.) “And there she goes.”

“Off to do some very important research I imagine.” (Isabeau pulls you back into a hug.) 

“Oh very important.” (You chuckle.) “How was the keep?”

“It looked so cool!!” (Mirabelle beamed.) “Ooooh I want to go back as soon as I visit here again!!”

“Yeah it was alright.” (Nille shrugged, she had a bag over her shoulder that she took to the kitchen.)

(You were turning to ask something else before Bonnie interrupted.) “Hey.”

(You turn back.) “Yeah-?” 

(Bonnie shoved a tiny, lightless, toy crown into your hand. It was a novelty thing, meant to be pinned in your hair, if worn at all. You look at it, then back up at Bonnie.)

“. . . Still don’t wanna talk to him, but he’s. . .” (They grumbled.) “. . . He’s ok. I just, ‘snot his fault, ‘m just, being. . .”

(. . . You tilt your head, curious.) “Y-yeah?”

“YEAH!” (They yelled, and started running off to the kitchen.) “JUST GIVE HIM THE STUPID CROWN! STUPIDFACE!!”

(You watch them go, Mirabelle sits down, she and Isabeau start talking about winter clothes. You look down at the tiny crown in your hands. Cute, harmless, a copy of the original. You close your eye. . .)

(A copy of your greatest enemy, a shadow of yourself, a copy from a play, a guide, and the person they used to be. A part of you who remembered, a cat, and now, maybe, a sadness. . .)

(And. . . You.)

(Who even are you, anymore. Are you still Siffrin? You are, and you’re sure you’ve been the same Siffrin for a long time, but. . . But who were you before that? Who were you before meeting your family? Who were you before washing up on Vaugarde? You don’t even remember that anymore, you just, know that it happened.)

(. . . You flip back a few pages. A few weeks ago. An entry marked with a star. You made sure to mark important entries with a star. This entry was a rare day where you remembered something, remembered running away.)

(. . . Who was that little Siffrin who wouldn’t eat their veggies? Who took a boat and ran from home? Who memorized each star and constellation and where they were? Who slept in the day and looked to the stars at night. Who wanted to. . . . .)

(. . . You hurriedly flip back to today's date and scribble that down. Stardust, that’s what you are. What’s left, a piece of a whole.)

(Or, maybe. . . Maybe you’re just one of the many pieces that formed this protostar named Siffrin. . . Will you still be here in a few years time? Or will it be another Siffrin holding Isabeaus hand. Eating Bonnie's food. Listening to Mirabelles rambles. Going on secret trips with Odile. Will it be another Siffrin going fishing with Nille? Or another Siffrin teaching Ramos and the other Groundskeepers about the stars?)

(. . .)

(That’s a problem for future you. But for now, you close the book, and put your head in Isabeau’s lap.)

[callsign-rogueone]

This is my reminder to you to Hydrate or Die-drate. The summer is hot in America, as someone in the medical field I have seen one too many people faint from lack of fluids.

On a stupid side to make you smile at a scenario while you drink a glass. After reading the bonus Xaden Scenes from FW; Garrick knew from the start that Xaden had a thing for Violet even back to the first time they sparred together. Very observant; do you think that he and a select few other Marked ones had a betting ring of if they would in the very least hook up? It made me laugh thinking about this at work cause like imagine:

Xaden and Violet first hook up, there is lightning everywhere; Garrick and Liam had to change the Armoire the next day, when they meet for the next dagger exchange a few of them exchange coins and Xaden is just like "Really guys? Couldn't do it when I wasn't looking and wouldn't know."

Or Alternatively where he just says "guys she's special to me." And Imogen sarcastically says "omg that's so surprising."

I’ve got my emotional support Starbucks cold cup on deck, not to worry 🫡 it’s an iridescent dark blue that reminds me of dragon scales. I have a matching red one too hehe

oh I believe they absolutely have a betting ring on that, and on several other things.

in my little au, I’m gonna have them use a devalued Tyrrish currency for betting and favors since cadets don’t get paid. the idea being that it’s like Monopoly money as far as Navarre is concerned, since they no longer accept it outside of Tyrrendor post-revolution. it only has value within the marked group because they agree that it does.

a little peek of that from an upcoming chapter:

“Tyrrish Krown,” he explains before Violet can ask. “A defunct currency that has no value against Navarrian coin. We just use them to settle bets and call in favors.”

“If it doesn’t have exchange value, then…”

“They bankrupted us. All we had left was our gold, and whatever they didn’t burn.”

so they’d use that as betting chips. anyway, I got off the trail and into the weeds here, back to the original question:

Garrick was absolutely on the side of “they’re gonna do it”. Liam too after he started spending more time with Vi / became her bodyguard. idk who would be on the opposite side. maybe Imogen, because she really didn’t want Vi in the group at first. she’d be extra pissed having to fork the money over to Garrick of all people.

Xaden would be deeply unamused. definitely like you said… “really. you had to do this in front of me.”

to which Garrick would come back with something like… “you are singlehandedly responsible for a lightning storm that we all had to witness.”

cue some brotherly bickering.

also I don’t remember who I saw post it first, but I agree with the theory that they just swapped the armoires — Xaden ended up with the broken one, since it was either that or having to ask the school for a new one… and he’s not going to explain the circumstances of it breaking to anyone else, no thank you. (and assuming that the wingleaders have specific rooms like college RAs… that means Dain ended up with it the year after, lmao)

Liam and Garrick were laughing about it the whole time. but they’d also constantly remind him for the rest of the year how much he owes them for making them haul a bigass cabinet up and down two flights of stairs.

the details of her window being repaired remain unclear. they’ve caused a fair amount of property damage with their love… 😅

[nymeriian]

hiii, i’m hoping to get the first chapter of ‘interwoven’ written and posted by this sunday, i have a very busy week and i haven’t written in such a long time that i’m over thinking everything -i just want to do my ideas for these characters justice and make sure i include everything i want to and get the timeline right.

so as a little treat in the meantime, gaze upon my beautiful half-elf barbarian tav, arwen, and her beloved time bomb. during their exchanges, she is usually half dead and blood spattered whilst gale is as fresh and unscathed as the day he was born, which is how she likes it. nobody except her touches the magic man.

just to note, this is not the mc of interwoven, just the tav i’m currently playing in game hehe

she was supposed to be my first evil play through but i literally can’t bring myself to do it, controlling the mindless masses quite frankly sounds DULL. she gets to do her fair share of murdering whilst fighting for the right cause, thank you very much. but i will do an evil run next time…hopefully.

and yes, they do have matching circlets, i’m so glad you noticed ♥︎ Arwens buffs her intelligence because unfortunately she is a nat dummy and wouldn’t understand gale’s ‘babbling brook of romantic verbiage’ if she didn’t wear it.

come on, she’s gorgeous but that’s a face that doesn’t know what the fuck ‘betwixt’ means.

[imjustabeanie]

Matchup Exchange

For @macsimagines

After much more consideration, I finally picked Draken! Nearly picked mitsuya but boy can legit fit everyone lmao. I hesitated with Mikey too for a very short moment.

You met Draken in his shop. You recently came town and decided to check the locals when you saw his bike shop. Despite his aloof and somewhat cold exterior, he’s still a gentleman and gave you some good advices about the neighborhood.  He dealt with people who aren’t that good at reading queues so he doesn’t take anything you say to heart about it. Now you two started to talk to each other once you compared his job to…legos. I mean he’s repairing bikes and putting together bike parts. It’s like legos in my head and you’re welcome to argue you’re case if you think I’m wrong. A friendly feud started, you two can often be found bickering in his shop at the end of the day before you go to your apartment. With time, he even challenged you to fix bikes yourself (once he knows he can fix them and they’re not client bikes). Of course you’re gonna fail at the start but he will guide you and then walk you home. He will insist on walking you home once gang activities pick up again. Yes this is the pre bonten era but he won’t get shot unless his old friend has something to say about this hehe.

Anyways, all of this to say is that Draken is a very good and loyal friend albeit a bit protective and secretive due to his past. He likes how you make him laugh, it always brighten his day. He likes how honest you are and how nice it is to watch anime with you…He often chides you when you procrastinate and learned a new way to help you focus. You finish your task and he buys you a pastry. Draken knows he’s gonne soft and mushy once he finds himself looking at plushies for you…His way of asking you out was wholesome. You see the lego bouquet of flowers? He bought one, build it (you pestered him for ages to finally build a lego set) and put a paper asking you out on it. Then he left it in the shop for you to discover first. That was a very nice and sweet moment that’s hopefully put any trashy romance novel to shame.

Draken is a man healing from his scars. His first love died and his closest friend turned dark and disappeared. This shows in the relationship as he’s very overprotective. He’d like to know where you’re headed to in case he needs to come and help. This will spark some arguments as at first you see it as controlling and overbearing. That’s probably the biggest argument you’ll have as he’ll be frustrated with the situation and will end up telling you what he’s afraid of before picking up his bike for a drive. He comes back with dinner, flowers and a plushy and apologizes. That night, between cuddles he will unravel his past to you. It’s easier to understand that way and he knows you’ll never use it against him.

Now besides this sad moment let’s look at the positive ones shall we? Draken is a sweet guy who wants what’s good for you. He’s also observant to social mood and will help you out if he notices you’re unaware of them at a bad moments. It’s rather cute because he just tugs your pinky and whispers into your ear. Draken also made it his thing to put a calendar just for you in his shop with the important events. He put it near the snacks drawer how clever. He enjoys going on hikes and exploring with you. As long as he’s with you, urbex is possible and safer. Plus with his bike he has access to more places. Draken lock screen is either you two on a date while hiking, at the fair with you holding a big plushy he won or at the bike where you were attempting to fix a bike under his directives. He enjoys your interest in craft and likes teaching you about his own craft, bike repairing and moding. It’s his specialty, he’s not much of an academic guy but in street and craft smart he’s really good. Once your relationship has been here for long enough, you two will eventually move in together. It could be in the apartment in the upper floor of his shop or another apartment you two rent, depends on how safe the environment is. His biggest fear is that you get dragged into his past. He knows how fatal gang life is, his first love died from it and now Draken just wants to live happy and with no regret. After meeting you, he stopped thinking of the what ifs with her and instead focused on giving you all he could. Even an animal as he knows you love them.

Meanwhile on the other side of the town, Mikey was growing very jealous of his old friend. You two met online and he’s had a crush for a while. You gave him an escape from his dark like. His goal was to get his ducks in a row before asking you out. While he was happy for his old friend, he found it unfair how he won you right under his nose. Let’s hope he doesn’t take drastic decisions shall we?

[envcry]

( forgive me if my assumption is wrong ) but if clottcier happens in the same universe as herrenclotted, does their relationship work out? like are they able to get married or even be together publicly? it seems rather difficult considering their positions

I'm assuming the marriage refers to Clotted and Financier and yes I believe they can! Clotted will not be Consul forever but I still think he will still be heavily involved with politics since it's his passion. After his term as consul and there's no longer every single eye on him as head of state, that's when he and Financier will get married. I have a lot of ramblings about this actually hehe

I do agree that their positions would. raise some eyebrows LMAO but the fantasy element of a paladin/knight being dedicated to someone kind of alleviates it a little for me. I try not to look at it through a modern bodyguard lens because she's a knight above all. and Clotted is like her princess but in a roman-city-state-council-run-government sense.

I do think they date while Clotted is Consul though. I think they both fall in love and eventually one finds out and they're happy abt it but they still have to be cautious. I think it could go either way where people don't view it as weird or they're just really secretive about it since they're both really good at hiding their emotions already.

Regardless, they don't seem the types to be very open about their relationship details or be affectionate in public. Maybe a couple pictures of them spotted at a nice restaurant together here and there but nothing news worthy. Even after his term as consul is over, I still think it's rare for them to be spotted being affectionate in public.

And I don't think this ask was about Herren but in case it was: yes it did raise some eyebrows. This was the relationship that had gossip going. Because really, Herren is Just Some Guy. And it was exciting to see Clotted Cream, son of House Custard, to be with Some Guy. But tbh his relationships have always had press. I think the Republic does know Light Cream is Clotted's biological mother based on the way the Madeleine Aunties were gossiping about her attempt to reach Custard. So everyone's already interested in Clotted bc of his status under House Custard and the former House Scone. It eventually dies down though.

Custard especially did not like their relationship but he hesitantly let it "slide" (I'm being generous with that word) because Herren knows how to talk to people better than Clotted does. That is the only good thing he contributes because Clotted still hasn't perfected his speech and is still recovering from his years of being sheltered. He didn't really see it as a relationship in like a love sense but an exchange. He's a "good influence" for that trait however if Clotted did not break up with him first he would've never approved of anything further. He never expected it to last and felt very right when it in fact, did not. He doesn't like Financier either though so he still lost 🎉

I think either could've been married to Clotted as long as it was outside him being consul. There have been US presidents who have gotten married while in office but for Herren, I don't think it would've been fair for them to be married then bc Clotted would've been too focused on his work. Same with Financier + the added element of her being his bodyguard.

[maehwajuuuu-chu]

What was Rai and Kaeya’s first valentine day like?

Hmm, honestly it was actually both of them planning stuff beforehand and trying to be subtle about it so they could surprise each other (DKJHDH it was very much them also trying to make sure nothing would clash and also be something their partner would like — which would lead to some interesting interactions,,, for example, Kaeya mentioning cake and Rai showing up at an assassination job with the Darknight Hero (Diluc) with a baking book in hand. He'd be flipping through the pages and asking Diluc: "I did find one recipe that uses alcohol — would that be a bad idea though, he's definitely going to be drinking wine. Oh, don't mind me, you can keep strangling that agent, I'm just asking for a brother's opinion. Perhaps I should ask Adelinde instead, hm." Or it's Kaeya attempting to sneakily lower Rai's workload for the month so nothing would happen on Valentines — on a couple of days, Rai would be doing his job like usual, but would find the treasure hoarders already tied up and he'd come to visit Kaeya's office later, only to see him snoozing at his desk). On the actual day, Rai woke up quite early (4am - he actually managed to sleep early the day before) so he could manage to put the icing on the cake before Kaeya woke up. However, he'd walk into Kaeya staring back at him with a slightly sheepish grin and a bowl of chillies in his hands. While, Rai had decided to bake a cake at 4am, Kaeya had planned to cook breakfast for him at that time,, which would lead to an unfortunate clash. However, they'd just laugh it off and start helping each other out — Rai would help chopping the chillis (100% because these were the chillis that Miuna had grown and while Kaeya was prepared to make his sacrifice, Rai had decided that he would just help out — "It would be insanely hilarious to see you in a pair of goggles and a scarf, but, I think I'll just spare you today.")

Kaeya would be helping to mix the icing, before attempting to smear some on Rai's face when he's looking away, and would just snicker when his partner finally notices and wipes it off with a snort (he'd try to run off when Rai takes out a scoop and chases Kaeya around with it — safe to say, breakfast did take a while and the cake had less icing than it was supposed to — yes Zhenzhu was napping in her favourite sunspot amongst the chaos hehe). After the whole morning, Rai would take Kaeya to an escape room — specifically the high difficulty one that he had been musing about completing for a couple of months. It would be a challenge, much to Kaeya's delight; moreover, the puzzles and traps reminded him of the past ruins he had gotten trapped in with Rai in their past adventures (to be fair, the escape room was set in an old ruin - they did manage to find some treasure hidden in a secret room they managed to find,, "Say, dear, I do believe perhaps a little bonus to our prize would be delightful."

"And I thought I was the one with a criminal past here...") For dinner, they'd both have a candlelit one at the Angel's Share — with Venti's singing in the background as the sky turned into hues of orange above them before descending into deeper blues with the evening star glinting in the sky.

They'd exchange gifts during this time — with Rai receiving a dagger with an intricate handle and blade shaped into a wing, while Kaeya would receive a pair of earrings that had dangling star shaped crystals. Later on, Kaeya would guide Rai to an abandoned mansion — a place he'd recognise as a Lawrence mansion that had once hosted the masquerade that he had solved his first case with Kaeya, back when they were still enemies and constantly had a knife at each other's throat. In fact, this was the exact place where he had found Kaeya to be his match; the place that would be the start of their game of wits and blood that would continue for the next 2 years.

"This place..." Rai stepped over the broken chandelier, his eyes sweeping over the long tables and shattered ceramics. Something lights up in his expression as he turns around to grin at Kaeya, "Now, isn't this exciting, hm?"

Striding over, Kaeya pulls Rai into a waltz stance, hand eagerly wrapping around his waist. The scratchy melodies of a classical piece drifts into the haunted ballroom, weaving itself through cold air and bringing back the old warmth of memories. Echoes of dancers donned in colourful satin and elaborate masks emerge around them, laughter floating away with the distant memory. "I couldn't find a quartet eager enough to perform in an abandoned house, that was especially once a major crime scene. However, I hope a gramophone and a disc with recordings of some of our favourite albums will suffice." The moonlight shines through the stained glass, illuminating Rai's softened eyes as he presses a kiss against Kaeya's gloved hand before meeting the other's gaze. Awe and something warm seems to have settled on his face, with fond reminisence trickling in his smile. "It will be more than adequate, Star-eyes."

[sincerely-sofie]

I saw your tag about meeting your boyfriend because of posting on Tumblr and I'm very curious as to how that happened. Like, did you find each other's blogs, saw you had stuff in common and met up IRL? What happened? Please give us details (if you're willing to talk about it, no worries if not!)

Also, for a boyfriend tag, may I suggest... Calcium. Cuz you're a skeleton and calcium makes bones stronger... I'll see myself out

(Referencing the tags of this post)

Oh my gosh. Buddy you have just opened up Pandora’s box. Brace yourself for the most adorable couple origin story ever.

He followed me fairly early on into the process of me posting my work on Tumblr. I don’t remember exactly, but I think my TPiaG mini comic “Heart-to-Heartbreak” was the first post he ever reblogged from me. After that, he was super enthusiastic and involved with my blog and engaged with basically every post I ever made. This guy was one of THE followers of my work— if I posted something, he was always there to like it and share super thoughtful commentary or hilarious jokes.

I absolutely adored him even back then, and we had barely exchanged a handful of messages on Tumblr where he thanked me for inspiring him to get back into art and writing, and I blubbered about how meaningful that was to me. We eventually followed each other on Spotify and I think that’s about the point when I really should have realized I had it bad for him. I was CONSTANTLY rambling to my mom about how much I wanted to be this internet stranger’s best friend, but I was super hesitant because our family has been huge on online stranger danger and never really talking to anyone unless you know exactly who they are in real life. I’m an adult and all, yeah, but I was still super anxious about internet strangers at large— though he never once made me uncomfortable or wary :>

Eventually, he made a goofy post about it being his birthday, and I bolted to tell my mom about that and how I didn’t have enough time that day to polish up any content of his favorite characters I’ve written and post it as a gift for him. I was utterly distraught and pretty much full-on monologuing to my ever-so patient mother about how much I wanted to befriend this man and how amazing he was and how shy I felt about the matter, and she looked me dead in the eyes and told me to ask him if he wanted to message each other more and get to know each other better.

I sent him a message over Tumblr, we exchanged Discord usernames, and I’m pretty sure it was just over a week of messaging and getting to know each other more and more every day later when he told me he thought he was in love with me— to which I very eloquently rattled off a bunch of nonsense that ended in “I don’t know how to communicate this other than by saying ‘dude, same’.”

After that, we’ve only gotten more and more mutually obsessed. Thankfully he’s in the same country as me, and we’re even timezone neighbors, so he’s not on the opposite side of the world— and when I realized some of my household were going on a trip to the same state where he lived for a family wedding, I SCRAMBLED to insert myself into that trip last-minute. We had originally thought that we’d meet up when he could drive to my state (a process that would take a long time because of some complicating factors), but when I realized my family were flying down there, I was practically foaming at the mouth with the thought of seeing him so much sooner. We met up not that long ago and were even able to meet some of each other’s family members (my family absolutely adores him, and I think his likes me a fair bit too, hehe). But listen: when I tell you I adored him before, I was absolutely head-over-heels for him when we met in person. I got to hug him and I had this thought come to mind of “Oh. This is the person I want to marry.” And I’ve never once doubted it :>

During the times we met up we mostly sat around and basked in each other’s presence and stared at each other. I ended up breaking eye contact a lot because I kept getting flustered and also because this man is TALL and I had to periodically rest my neck 😂 I was able to give him some pins I had made of our PMD team that represents us, and my boyfriend. My boyfriend, you guys. He had the gall to send me a screenshot of an eBay listing of the world’s most adorable Snorlax plush weeks before while we were on a call together, bought it immediately after I had said I loved the plush’s face as we hung up, and then GAVE ME IT WHEN WE MET UP.

Look at him. That’s my son now. I was trying to think of what to name the little guy when my toddler niece dubbed him Tummy. My boyfriend approves of the monicker— as he should, because it’s the bestest name for the bestest boy.

TL;DR— He followed me on tumblr, I desperately wanted to be friends with him and sent him my Discord username on his birthday, we exchanged “I love you”s a week later, and I was almost sick on a plane because I was so excited to see him during a trip to his state for a family member’s wedding. We are absolutely obsessed with each other and kind of instantly Knew from the get-go that we’re going to be each other’s Person™️.

As for the tag, I'm not sure I’ll go with it but I’m starting to consider “The Boyfriend Bird Feeder”, because it works out to the acronym BFBF which I find funny, I mainly want to make the tag as a way for him to easily find posts where I’m talking about how amazing he is whenever he needs a pick-me-up (and so people can block the tag if they find me raving about my man so much annoying lol), and his persona that we spent all day yesterday cooking up looks like this:

[fatuismooches]

I'M GIGGLING SO HARD LOOKIGN AT WHAT I CAUSED JUST BY SAYING YOU NEED TO WASH DOTTORE😭😭

But this also gave me a brainrot aboit bathing with harbingers

YES PANTALONE IS A RICH BASTARD and uses tons of skin and hair caring products. He enjoys being taken care of and will do the same in return, that's a fair exchange. Just wash his hair and listen to him complaining about his co-workers asking for budget raise for 10th time this month I think he's very stressed and tired by the end of the day, he might even doze off right in bath, since it's warm here and you gently stroke his hair (he looks cute-but wake him up please or he'll end up with sore neck)

Columbina gives me vibe of a person, who uses a lot of silly stuff, like bath bombs or salt. She's playful and will splash you, which will turn into a war with water being all over the floor (poor people who'll have to clean it up..). She's another one to possibly fall asleep in bathtub, so wake her up too. She also sings in shower

We should stop slandering only Dottore, bc Childe is also a type of person to give you a biiig hug, while covered in blood. But, well, he's easier to get to wash himself. Like Bina, he's also playful and will summon small water animals to entertain both of you (he will create a small narval and gently bup it on your nose... Before breaking it, so you'll have water over your face, bc you're so adorable when flushed!! You're allowed to splash him for this)

I think Sandrone forgets about bathing, drowned in her work and if you invite her, Sandrone will say she'll take a quick shower to return to her work. Please convince her to come with you, she needs rest. In bathtub, all of her thoughts are about unfinished projects :(

YEA STINKYTTORE IS SOMETHING ELSE 😭😭💀 AND OMG THANK YOU FOR THESE BRAINROTS💖💖💖

Hehe YES it's obvious Pantalone only uses the most exquisite, high-end products (have you seen his hair? absolutely LUSCIOUS) He probably made a deal with the company to have the stuff delivered to him regularly so he doesn't need to keep buying it lol, but YES he lovesss to pamper you but he also adores being pampered in return. But you gotta make sure you're a pro at it, don't tug or pull on his hair too roughly, be gentle when washing him, you know what I mean. Make sure to sympathize with him and be very soft as he complains to you about how that doctor is using up his funds with no progress. Make sure to give him lots of kisses when he decides the perfect napping place is laying on your chest in the middle of the big af bath tub 😭 (Also get him out of there because a sore Pantalone is a grumpy Pantalone) But he'd also be the kind of guy to be romantic as hell and put candles around the bath and have a book to read in there too :3

AND OMFGG 100% AGREE ON COLUMBINA SHE LOVES TO DO STUFF LIKE THAT. You two always try out new things to put in the bath, I feel like she's really one of those self-care people so your skin is gonna be ultra soft. Though she is extra silly and loves to set you up for literal ATTACKS by her (throw the rubber duckies at her pls) And yea she can fall asleep literally anywhere so try your best to get her out 😭 OMG the singing in the shower😭😭 I love her she definitely gets the best song ideas in there with you... it's brainstorm time

I HATE TO SAY IT BUT YOU'RE 100% RIGHT ON CHILDE...😭😭 Bro comes back after destroying multiple Hilichurl and Treasure Hoarder camps and is ready to hug you to death... baby i love u but CLEAN UP FIRST. But at least he actually loves the baths/the water in general so it's actually quite fun (you're just sad for the person who needs to wash his clothes 💀) He's actually so cute after a shower because his hair is all damp but then you get to see it fluff up back to life with that long ahoge 😭 He's also extra cuddly and won't let go of you <3

SANDRONE BABY NO... get her robots to turn against her. Don't let her leave until she's had a long, warm bath. Her mind will still probably drift to her robots and incomplete puppets... but give her a really good scrub and wash (she won't admit it but she feels way better after working nonstop) (she dives back right into working nonstop again though) Though i feel like she secretly likes to be pampered, lol she doesn't even walk by herself, her robot carries her. So though she doesn't express her gratitude much verbally she is thankful deep down.