#somewhere in some universe he's getting chocolate and flowers and his heart is racing and he dont know what to say

[yappacadaver]

Most of my lore-related Zevlor headcanons are going into the *glances at draft* uh...stupidly long fic.

But I'm in the "Zevlor had deep camaraderie and all kinds of wild sex in the Hellriders, but not a lot of relationship experience" camp. Stuff happens after battle, or when drunk, or in the barracks, but once he climbed the ranks, he wasn't going to abuse his position or fraternize. There wasn't time for him to be a good life partner outside of his duties.

So he is an absolute sucker for all the cute romantic things he missed out on earlier in life. Public displays of affection, flowers, courting rituals, he thinks he's too old for those things and claims he doesn't need the trappings. But then he gets so flustered when his partner makes the effort.

I'm of so many different minds when it comes to Zevlor's prior experience idek if I'm gonna be able to get all this down

So I totally agree that sex definitely happened amongst the Hellriders. I mean damn it's a military branch. I'm sure individuals found ways to get dirty in the barracks, the showers, in the field, in the stables, using equipment you'd likely find in a stable, using magic, if you can think it it probably happened.

I'm not sure that it's something Zevlor (even as a younger man) would've pursued? maybe it found him anyways, who knows. But he strikes me as someone who was (WAS) an idealist, and a proud one. Maybe he was saving himself for the perfect courtship, maybe he was too devoted to his religious education and martial training, maybe he's always been the kind of man to hold himself back (like at the tiefling party).

Now this is not me saying I think Zevlor's a virgin, I honestly think he's had both romantic and sexual experience. But I'm trying to hold in my mind the image of a young devout tiefling who is so proud to serve his city and his god, who wears practically the most respected uniform in that city, and have to imagine he thought he had HUGE ass boots to fill and no time to dally.

So ig what I'm saying is my personal hc is yours in reverse xD I think Zevlor would feel much more at home in the formal, formulaic space of romantic courtship, and completely out of sorts when it comes to experiencing desire or being desired in turn. He's old, he's a victim of extreme prejudice, he's of a race whose physical traits are associated with everything he's learned through his faith to despise, I feel like this man would have a hard HARD time with physical intimacy. Taking the metaphorical armor off could feel like self-ruin to a man who was practically raised in it. An aegis is meant to be struck not caressed, etc etc.

[the-kr8tor]

I love how your writing manages to move me to the point of near tears because I swear nothing else can do that (or im going soft). The end sentence of the opin chapter squeezed my heart.

Daily Hobie HC(??) Honestly this is just me rambling about my (personal?) hobie hcs so maybe it counts? - Starting off with one of the anon's asks earlier, I highly do not believe that Gwen liked Hobie or vice versa. For sure he had definitely taken Gwen in, but thats probably because she was homeless and literally had nowhere to go. Hobie had taken her under his wing instead of trying to initiate anything romantic with her.

And there is no way Hobie didn't already know about Miles- you can tell that Gwen definitely could not shut up about him to Hobie from day to night as soon as she was in earshot of him, by the way he immediately recognizes Miles and his jealousy, prompting Hobie to be the massive big brother shit-stirrer he is and mention his sneakers being taken, plus the jumper being left at his place. (I have a feeling Gwen didn't actually, and Hobie was just playing around by saying that) - A personal headcanon of mine is that Hobie's numb in a way, especially emotionally. It shows when they're talking about the canon events in the movie, to which Hobie just replies 'eh, what of it?', and brushes it off with a neutral expression on his face, while everyone's pained. I feel like he's already lost many family members, friends, etc due to the government that it feels as if nothing hurts anymore, when in reality it builds up to overflow one day. - Trust me aftercare is god tier with his man. Even if he's tired he'll always make sure that you're alright before he decides to rest, cleaning you up himself, getting you water and some snacks if it isn't too late at night. Once you two are fine, it's cuddles galore afterwards, with Hobie making sure you're asleep first before letting himself fall asleep. - A personal headcanon of mine which I'm usually very nervous to talk about is the fact which I think that he's somewhere on the ace spectrum. Of course he doesn't seem to really label himself on gender/sexuality, feeling comfortable with whatever people perceive him as, but going back on topic; I really don't visualize him being all that sex-hungry.

Sure he'll make the most vile jokes which leads you to question what his braincells do, but overall he's just happy to be there with you, whether its cuddles or causing havoc everywhere in his universe. - Adores Hobat Brown. Hobie and Hobat would get along so well, there's no possible way they couldn't. While Hobie's holding your hand, Hobat's found his way into one of Hobie's vest pockets. Or perhaps Hobie would DIY chest pockets onto some funny matching Halloween shirts you bought just for the little bat. Including you-bat too. Human versions and bat versions in opposite pockets- Hobat in yours, you-bat in Hobie's. - I feel like his favourite flowers are snapdragons. Not because im self-projecting, but if he had to pick he'd probably say snapdragons cus they just look cool. I can see Hobie randomly just squeezing them to watch them 'snap'. -He owns 4 cats, minus the strays. They're all oriental shorthairs, with the original being 'Mama Tea'N'Crumpets', or Mama TNC for short. Hobie adopted her after seeing her among the strays and looking very pregnant. After a few weeks, Mama TNC gave birth to three kittens; Bottol'o'Wo'ah (Bow - Brown like Mama TNC), Fish'N'Chips (Fish - Lighter brown/creme) and Theft (All black).

All four of them love sleeping in his bed, and in the middle of you two when you guys try to cuddle. Or on top, whatever happens first. They're the reason you two have to race to bed and immediately get comfy because Mama TNC knows how to open doors and all kittens follow. - Is weird and tries different icecream flavors (Loves chocolate though) - Has made a customized plushie for the two of you before you moved in properly with magnets in them so whenever you came over, you put the matching plush next to him and they held hands, or vice versa. When you moved in, the plushies hands stayed connected forever on the shelf. -🐦‍⬛

Awww thank you so much!! Fun fact abt that last part in opin: it was supposed to be a placeholder! Bc I finished writing so late at night my brain wasn't using all its power so i just came up with it until i could think of something better but by the time i was editing it I saw it and went "hey that's not too bad! This is pretty good!" So i kept it in lol

Thank you again!! Opin was really hard to write after writing for bdas bc in my mind (and own expectation) i need opin to be better or just as good as bdas. And i think I did well even though I struggled at the emotional parts and I loved writing every bit of it so it's a success methinks

Daily Hobie HC!!!

That's alright! I love general HCs!

I agree! Especially the part that hobie was just being a lil shit at that part in the movie lol he was like: imma make this dude so jealous

I think that he's desensitized in a way bc according to the comics he had a rough life before and even after becoming spiderman

Bro is a god in aftercare source: me and 🐦‍⬛ anon bc we said so

I love that! 😍

That's the most adorable thing ever!!!!

I bet he likes them bc they look gnarly and very punk!

THE CAT NAMES HAHAHHAHAHAHHAH AWWW TEA N CRUMPETS lmao i can imagine hobie introducing them like: this is my son fish n chips and theft 🔪😈

Hobie seeing jalapeño ice cream: I want that

THE PLUSHIE WONSWISJNQJNSJSN SO CUTEEEEE

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trouvaille (k.nj)

(n.) something lovely, discovered completely by accident.

↳ Pairing: kim namjoon x reader

↳ Warnings: small amount of fluff in the beginning, maybe a smidge of angst,,,, maybe a whole lot of angst

↳ Word Count: 2.42k+

↳ NOTE: I though of this little best friends to eventual lovers au while sitting outside while it rains. I thought it was going to be sweet and all but the ending kinda flunked. It took me a lil minute to think it up but tada!

You’re not quite sure when, exactly, you started falling in love with your best friend.

It surely wasn’t when you first met each other. Both only seven years old, pulling on the pretty bows in your hair that your mother had said looked so cute as she tied them in that morning. You retaliating by breaking the blue crayon he was using to color a dinosaur in with (because dinosaurs are supposed to be green, everybody knows that). You both ended up in time-out after he started crying.

Or when you were just turning eight and he pushed from the top of the slide. He’d always claimed it was an accident, but you knew you’d felt a pair of hands on your shoulders as you fell from the top and broke your pinky.

By the time grade school came around, he was the most popular eight year old and he loved to rub that in your face. He’d push you to your knees during recess at the playground, causing your favorite pair of tights to become ripped as he dirtied up you uniform skirt in the gravel.

One day, during lunch, he sat away from his friends. You’d noticed during this last week or two, your daily trips through the dirt had lessened and he’d seemed to leave you be.

Though his face always looked sad. He barely spoke out in class and he didn’t good off with his groups of friends.

So during lunch, instead of sitting with your two friends at the table you’d all claimed as yours, you grabbed your purple lunch bag and moved to sit in front of him.

He’d glanced up at you, light brown eyes catching yours before they glanced away.

“What are you doing here,” he grumbled. “Go back to your friends.”

You, being the best type of eight year old, and not one to leave someone, anyone, alone and sad, said nothing. You simply opened up your lunch bag and pulled out the extra chocolate bar that your mom always packed you for the bus ride home and slid it across the table at him.

“You don’t have lunch so here.” Your words were rushed before you quickly got up and went back to your friends, who both grilled over you as you sat back down.

Namjoon looked down at the crisp bar, his cheeks dusted with a light blush as he glanced back to where you huddled with your friends. He noticed his usual group of friends were also whispering together, sending furtive glances between him and you.

So he forced his blush away and picked the bar up before sliding the bar in his pocket.

He didn’t seem to notice the sad look you shot him as you looked at him over your friends head.

His weird behavior was gone the next day and his cocky attitude returned again at recess as you were, once again, pushed from your place of waiting for your turn on the swing as Namjoon rushed to claim your spot.

Though every couple days, he would come to school looking especially tired. His uniform shirt was always wrinkled (well more wrinkled than usual). And he’d never have a lunch on those days.

So you always made it a point to slide the extra snack across the table to him before going back to your table. And he always made it a point to not eat it and put it in his pocket.

It wasn’t until a month later that he didn’t show up for a whole week.

You knew something must have happened as all of the teachers hid their whispers behind their hands during lunch and gave a sad sigh and a long stare towards his desk when calling role in the mornings.

On that Friday, you’d been walking the last little bit to your house from the bus stop when you passed the park that was just down the street. And there, sitting alone on the swings, was Namjoon.

He was wearing a thin jacket and some shorts and his face was huddled down into his arms as his shoulders shook. He was crying.

That day, when you sat down next to him as he quickly wiped the tears from his cheeks and silently handed him his chocolate bar, you’d found out that his mom had been really sick and wouldn’t be getting any better.

The doctors had surmised that she had approximately a year and a half to live as the disease was slowly taking over her body, causing her to shut down. She had been in the hospital that week and that’s why he hadn’t been to school.

Namjoon started crying again when you stood up and pulled him into a hug. You’ll always remember that day as the one where you gave Namjoon a dandelion and told him to ‘make a wish’. That’s when your friendship kicked off.

From then on, you stay just a little longer at his table, talking about his mom and what you’d both done on the weekend before you moved back.

When he stopped being the one to push you down at recess, the other boys in the class had decided to pick up on his slack and do it for him. One day Namjoon had seen it happen and didn’t say a word. Only scowled and nodded silently to himself, his face one of determination. The next day, the same boy who had pulled on your ribbons came to school with a bruised eye and a skinned elbow and you were never bothered again.

Starting off in high school, you were both still close, though not as much as in your younger years.

Namjoon had made himself a new set of friends.

By sophomore year, he’d befriended the flirty drama club president, Kim Seokjin. Whenever he showed up to pull Namjoon away from your locker, he’d always send you a sly wink and a dazzling smile that had your cheeks heating up in a blush.

Then there was Jung Hoseok, or Hobi, as you had fondly taken to calling him. A junior who was part of the dance team, and it was no secret that that was what he wanted to go into after high school. He was really close with another junior, Min Yoongi, who wasn’t apart of any clubs. He was quiet and kept to himself and always had a pair of earbuds in blasting music. It was a wonder how the two ever really became friends with such different personalities.

Towards the end of first semester, the group had gotten really close with three freshman. Jeon Jungkook, who had hopes to join some type of sport team was the youngest. Then the two brothers, Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. They weren’t really brothers, they’d just known each other since preschool so they were as close as a pair.

Taehyung was in the photography club, which you’d always thought was crazy because he was absolutely beautiful. You and most of the school thought he should’ve been the one getting his picture taken instead of taking them himself. And then Jimin, who was literally always smiling. He wasn’t really in one club, but he seemed to be friends with everyone in the school. Nobody could say no when he pulled out his closed-eyed smile.

You were close with the group, much the chagrin of most of the other girls in the school. But you knew you’d always be the closest to Namjoon.

He’d been there through thick and thin, from schoolyard bullies to teachers who had it out for you in middle school.

So it was only right for you to return the favor when his mom died when you were both in senior year.

A couple months away from graduation, she passed peacefully in her sleep and it had been Namjoon who’d found her the next morning when he was taking her medicine to her.

You held his hand the entire time during the funeral and was his shoulder to cry on for the next month. You went with him every other week after to clean her grave and place a new bunch of flowers on her gravestone.

When you both graduated, he was sad to know that she never got see him walk to get his diploma.

It was when you saw a girl from your english class walk up to him and congratulate him did you really ever feel the beginnings of a stir of feelings.

She was pretty and Namjoon smiled back at her, dimples in view, as she blushed and giggled and placed her hand on his arm.

Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi had all taken a day from their university to come watch the two of you graduate. And it was Jin who stood next to you and watched the myriad of emotions flicker across your face as you both watched the encounter.

He’d only laughed and playfully punched your shoulder. “You two are still dancing around one another? I would’ve thought you’d hooked up at least once by now,” he’d joked as your mouth twisted into a frown.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you’d told him stiffly. But your eyes never left Namjoon’s form as he glanced past the girl at you.

Noticing your frown, he raised his eyebrows in a silent question, sending a small grin that had your heart racing when you only shrugged in return.

Jin laughed even louder when he saw the light blush that formed that had you pushing him away from you.

“Don’t you have places to be? Where are the others,” you asked him in hopes to distract him while you tried to force the redness away. Jin gave you a knowing look before shaking his head.

“They’re somewhere around. Let’s go find them.” And then he’s pulling you away from watching as Namjoon gives the girl a particularly loud laugh.

It’s after your first heartbreak that you think you may feel a little more for your best friend than you should.

Your ex had cheated on you with a girl from your psych class and you’d run to Namjoon crying. He, of course, opened his arms and allowed you a place to stay and cry for a week before you got over it.

But it wasn’t anything special. You’d cried with him before. But this time, it was the way he held you close after first finding your sobbing form at his door, his scent invading your senses as you buried your face into the neck of the green hoodie he was wearing. And the cuddles on the couch while watching a funny movie with empty bowls of ice cream on his coffee table with your head on his chest and a soft blanket over both your feet. Instead of watching the movie, you were listening to his heart beating softly beneath you. And the way he would joke with you and goofily dance around in the kitchen with no music playing while your pizzas cooked in the conventional oven.

After that week, you’d distanced yourself from him for a few days. When he called you put your phone on silent and muted the notifications to his messages so you couldn’t see the texts he’d sent you as not to feel so guilty for leaving him in the dust.

Unsure of your feelings, you’d ran to Jin.

Sitting in his apartment on his couch, the conversation you had was a real eye opener.

It took another week for you to finally talk to Namjoon, though not by your own volition.

Hard knocking on your door woke you from your nap, which you’d taken by accident as you fell asleep studying. Still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you opened the door to an angry looking Namjoon.

“Why have you been ignoring me for two weeks y/n,” he asked you, chest heaving in the same green hoodie you’d cried on said two weeks ago.

You’d spluttered, not quite knowing what to say as he pushed past you into your apartment.

“Did that prick have something to do with this? He cheated on you. Is he threatening you or something? Do I need to kick his ass,” he said angrily, standing in the middle of your living room.

“N-no. What are you doing here Namjoon?” You pulled your sleeves down over your hands, a nervous habit, as you tried to look at everything but him in an attempt to not meet his eyes. You knew that if you did, you’d spill everything and that was the last thing you wanted.

“I’m here because my best friend is ignoring me and I want to know why.” It’s the hurt in his voice as it softens that finally makes you look at him.

“It doesn’t matter.” The lie bounces off of him easily. Namjoon’s known you long enough to know when you’re lying.

“Yes, it does matter. I know you’ve been doing rough because of Jisung, but I don’t understand why you're putting me out. You know you can come to me for anything right?”

And you know that. For sure. You’d been able to come to him for anything for years. And you also know that you should just come out and say it. But the words stay stuck in your throat as you look to the ground, eyes burning as tears form.

“I don’t- I can’t Namjoon. It’s something I have to deal with myself.” Those words come easily enough. Even though there is no way you think you’d be able to get rid of your feelings for him. And there was no way you’d be putting your heart and friendship in the line for a one-sided emotion.

These feelings that you have for him, you know that they can’t go past anything but friendship. You were always supposed to be the best friend. Just the best friend. You can’t be anything else other than friends otherwise that would be crossing the line. Best friends aren’t supposed to catch feelings for each other. It was an unspoken rule.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Just promise me you’ll tell me eventually. Okay? I don’t like just standing by while you’re hurting.”

And as he holds out his pinkey to you, face exhausted from either school or just the back-and-forth feelings he gets from being friends with you, you can’t help but let just one more lie slip past your lips as you lock your pinkey with his.

“Promise.”

Thoughts on a Part 2? This is my first full fic on here so,,,?

[myotomespace]

Ikerev Uni AU! inspired snippets:

WELL HEWWO AGAIN!! I certainly did NOT think i’ll be posting these here anytime soon but...yeah :) someone pls kill me...

Anyway, these are some little shitty ideas inspired by @emeraldtawny‘s University AU (which i love so very much zfnqllksf)

Characters : Sirius, Jonah, Luka, Fenrir, Kyle and Edgar.

note?: Fenrir’s and Kyle’s are basically me roasting them (probably?? i don’t do writing so maybe not...still got Tawny’s seal of approval for Kyle tho :3 yay!). Also i tried making Edgar’s as spicy as i could (which is probably not...*shrug*)

***Sirius***

You made your way towards the greenhouse hoping you find the one you’re looking for there. You needed a few plants for your research assignment and he was the only one who came to your mind when you thought about asking for help. Stepping inside, you were first greeted with the scent of nature. It never fails to make you stop for a moment and just breathe it in.

Hearing the faint sound of water, you return to your sense and glance around. There he is. Just like you thought. Sirius was watering the plants at the back. You walk slowly toward him, taking the time to observe him. He always looked calm and relaxed here, like he left all his problems behind and is simply a man enjoying the beauty of nature.

I love it when you’re like this. And you can’t stop staring…

But before your thoughts could get any more tainted, you call out to him.

“Sirius!”

“Hey there, little one.” Ugh, don’t call me that...You have no idea how it makes me feel...

“Could you perhaps help me getting samples of plants i need. You spend more time here than me so it’d be quicker.”

“Of course. What do you need?” While he puts the watering can down, you dig through your pocket “Here. I have a list.” You hand him the piece of paper, your hands brushing slightly and bringing a blush to your cheeks. You froze. Natural reaction. You love him after all.

“Hmm, most of those are over there. Come with me.” You don’t know if he noticed your reaction or not, but, you were grateful he didn’t ask.

You two spend a fair amount of time moving around and gathering plants. You were most certainly not focused on that though…Being close to him for extended periods made your mind drift to thoughts about him. His scent, his posture, his hands...GOD his hands...You love the feel of his hand in your hair. It’s soothing.

You shift slightly to take a closer look at the plant’s leafs, your shoulders brush together. At this almost non-existent distance, you become really aware of his presence, it starts driving you mad with all the things you’re thinking of.

I want you...so much...I wonder if i’ll manage to taste you later, after this. You’re a patient man, but i know how you look when you let go. It’s not the first time anyway...

***Jonah***

You've been stressing over this part you have to perform for the last week. Your friends tell you that you're doing fine, that you practiced well, yet it didn't ease your mind. 

And here you are now, in the class, murmuring your lines in the script -when you should be paying attention to the lecture- completely unaware of the glare your haughty classmate has been giving you for the past 30 minutes.

Just as you reach the part you are the least confident in, Jonah coughs loudly, unnecessarily so, and points his perfectly manicured finger at you, “Would you keep quiet, and pay attention. You're distracting us!“

Really? Look at him. The teacher's pet. And definitely the student you are least compatible with in situations like these. How is he your boyfriend, you'll never know.

I'm here stressing myself out and all the support you could think to give me is a lecture about attention during a lecture…“You think i give a damn about it? I have a performance tomorrow. If the teacher himself is not stopping me, than i don't care.“ you huff. He's frustrating, sometimes.

The rest of the day passes peacefully…probably not a good sign. With your courses over, you gather your stuff quickly, trying to flee the classroom before your intuition proves right, but…“Where do you think you're going?“ darn it, not fast enough.

“Home?“ you answer warily. Please, Jonah. I'm just anxious, don't make it worse.

“You're going nowhere…not till i apologize.“

“Huh?!“ Ok, this was not what you were expecting. Jonah puts his studies before anything else usually. Even if you ARE his girlfriend, this is your fault anyway and you know it. He was right.

So why is he apologizing.

“I'm your boyfriend, i should have known how you're feeling and helped you, but i didn't.“ Oh. It was bothering him.

The look in his eyes held so much worry and frustration. I'm sorry too, Jonah. You get closer to him, bringing your hands up to hold his cheeks, and just as he starts muttering your name, you kiss him, drinking the rest of the sound. Not enough… i want more. More of you.

Perhaps a deeper apology is needed.

***Luka***

“Is this good, Luka?“ you ask, placing it on your palm, you show him the small delicate sugar flower you were working on. He nods

The assignment you were given was about making a chocolate cake in pairs. Since you were about the only one Luka spent most of his time with in the class lately, you two got paired.

It was fun for the both of you. The most fun you ever had in the kitchen. Simply working, spending your time together, quietly, was enough to fill you with warmth and happiness. You can't fully explain why you feel so at ease with him yet, but you like it. And you hope he feels the same.

Shifting your concentration back to your task, you start working on the next flower, shaping it carefully, making sure it looks decent enough to be worthy as a decoration to one of Luka's delicious cakes.

He kept watching you…observing your expression. How it changes when you work on a detail, how you smile to yourself faintly when you do it right.

How your tongue sticks out slightly when you concentrate on the delicate shape…

His cheeks gain color, red and bright. What is this feeling? He feels like he's been acting strange lately...Ever since he started spending time with you.

He gets easily distracted with, simply, your presence, yet he can't focus on his work when your not there, next to him. It's like he can't bear staying without seeing you anymore, sitting there, beside him, sharing with him what was supposed to be his private, comfort bubble.

What is this feeling?

His burning cheeks heat even more, and he tears his gaze away from you, back to the cake in front of him, hoping his racing heart would calm soon.

“Luka? Is something wrong?“ your voice brings him back to reality. Apparently he's been staring at the cake for a good while.

You put the nearly finished sugary decoration on the tray, and step near him, worried.

Close!

His heart starts racing again, its beat so fast he can heart it, blush covering his cheeks and working its way up to his ears.

You're too close, and i feel this weird heat again. What is this?

He can't put a name on it yet. But it makes him happier than he's ever been.

***Fenrir***

“Fenrir...wake up!” you shake the sleeping idiot, but still no signs of him waking up.

“WAKE UP FENRIR,DAMMIT!” fed up, you smack his head with the book you were holding. He yelps, jumping from his seat. “Yo, What was that for?”

“The class is over. You slept the whole time.” him saying ‘Oh cool!’ Made you want to smack him again, but instead, you just sighed exasperatedly.

“Are we eating lunch or not? We don’t have much time left, come on.”

Walking together to your favorite place, you talk about all sorts of things. Fenrir mentions a party that he wants to take you to tomorrow. He was at a party YESTERDAY, and he's already going to another one?

The timing is not the best though when you think about it.

“Hey, Fenrir… have you finished the assignment due tomorrow?“

“Wait, we have one?! since when?!“ you felt about ready to slam your head on a table, and you thank the gods that there is none here.

“It was given last week!“

“Well, no sweatin’, ain't like i'll fail cause of it.“

“This one is important, and it'll definitely matter in that ‘fail or pass’ scenario.“

His studying habits constantly make you wonder how in the hells is he able to get decent grades. He sleeps in class, ALWAYS at a party somewhere, and plays around too much.

You remember the time you watched him train. how he looked so hot, it turned you on. How his playful teasing, made you want to let go and lose yourself in him more, want to--

You shake your head furiously hoping the blush coloring your cheeks would magically disappear.

“What are you going to do now? The tasks for those assignment do require a week to be done. And you only have a few hours.“ If you say you won't do them, i'll throw you down.

“Nah, i'll manage. I've always said that diamo--“

You cut him to finish his catch phrase for him, sighing all the while, “Diamonds are made under pressure. That's why you leave things to the last minute. I know…“ you give up… there is no way you can keep up with his method of sliding through trouble like nothing.

“Great! Now, are you going to the party with me?“ Fenrir gets closer to you, eyes shining with amusement and excitement, a look that suits him really well. But, when it's this close to your face, just a few inches apart, it does things to you. The only words you could find to describe him are ’Hot Damn!’.

And you can never resist your boyfriend being right here, next to you. You can't resist your need to feel him, kiss him,and…

You close that final distance between you two, your mouth moving to kiss his gorgeous lips, wanting to taste him, and drown in the feel of him. And it is your answer…All the answer he needs.

***Kyle***

“Kyle? Are you still alive?” You call before slowly opening the door and letting yourself in. Whoa...Is this really the right place?

Kyle’s room was absolutely drowning in haphazardly placed books and paper. There was barely space to properly walk. Moving carefully, you make your way toward the source of this mess. Your helpless boyfriend. More like son…

He's sitting on his desk, focused on his books, unaware of your presence. You raise your hand and grip his ear, yanking it. He yelps, finally noticing you. “Hey!“

His smile irritates you even more. “Don't ‘Hey!’ me. What's with your room, i just arranged it last week!“

“I'm just studying, i guess it happened.“ he admits sheepishly.

What the hell?

You look around the room again. The bed was the only organized place. It's like a hurricane passed by. Really, Kyle…How are you still alive?

Shifting your gaze back to him for another lecture, you see the clear bags under his eyes. He seems pale too.

“When was the last time you got out of here?“ you ask, worried for his health.

“This morning, i think?“ Huh, it's night now!

“You THINK?“ you stare at him. Should you ask more? What if it's worse?...

“Last time you ate?“

“3 days ago, when you gave me that salad.“

“Last time you slept?“

“I don't have time for sleep.“

……dear lord

You just stand there, still trying to process this disaster of a man, mouth opening and closing, yet no words coming out. I have so much i want to say i don't even know from where to start!

“Hey, are you okay?“ he puts his hand on your forehead, as if checking your temperature.

Okay? Me? Are you kidding me? Are YOU okay? How come a Health science student is THIS bad at caring for his own health? ARE YOU REALLY ALIVE?

This…this is hopeless. He is hopeless.

“You're coming with me.“ you grab his hand, dragging him.

“Careful! Those are important documents you're stepping on.“

“You think i give a damn? Just follow me.“

You force him to go with you to the small kitchen and make him sit down on the chair “Stay there. Don't move.“ you warn him, turning around and disappearing to cook some food for him.

Not long after you started, you feel arms wrapping around your waist. You sigh exasperatedly, “Didn't i tell you to stay there?“

“Mhm, i'd rather stay here if i'm not gonna do anything.“ you blush, shivering slightly as you feel his breath against the skin of your neck.

This disaster of a man…What will he do without you…What am i ever gonna do without you.

Smiling sheepishly, you continue cooking, so he could eat and then sleep for a while.

***Edgar***

You agreed to help him review his psychology course, and in turn you get to learn new things.

You should have known it would lead into this kind of situation…

Edgar had you sitting on his lap, facing him, with the excuse that he would be able to see your expressions better this up close.

His hands were all over you, curious and studious, teasing and unrelenting, turning you on to the point of madness, the pleasure they provided you too much and not enough at the same time.

You were addicted to his teasing… to him.

He broke the kiss, lips still touching yours. You whined. You want more of him. You want to get lost in him. You want...

“Hmm…That's an interesting expression. You look unsatisfied, like this is not enough. Are you that turned on already?“ he whispered, voice way too collected for your liking, when you’re breathless and head swimming with all sorts of indecent thoughts.

You turned your gaze away from him, his analytic eyes making you want to escape from them, before he catches on what you were thinking, “I'm n-not.“

“Now, now, don't lie to me. Your eyes went down to the right and you hesitated in your speech. Clear signs of lying. And I know you well enough to tell that even without resorting to psychology.“ you wish you were not this far gone already, because you would certainly like slapping that know-it-all smirk off his gorgeous, beautiful lips.

What were they doing not kissing you...not tasting you… not making you lose yourself in more of him…

[gossamie]

we have one hour left to live.

— summary: The world is ending soon. How will you and Jimin spend your last hour on this earth?

— pairing: park jimin x reader

— genre: angst w/ fluff if you squint hard enough

— word count: 2,839

— warnings: major character deaths, implied + non-explicit smut

— notes: wow this might be the saddest fic i’ve ever written. i love writing angst, but sometimes i cry over my own works and i wonder why i do this to myself. i promise i’ll be writing something more lighthearted soon, but until then, i hope you enjoy!

huge thanks to @fentasies for helping me with this story!

p.s. the research used for the introduction can be found in this article (so, yes, this could actually happen!).

p.p.s. i highly suggest listening to this as you read if you want to get in your feels, especially as you continue further on into the story.

“How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.” - George MacDonald

We interrupt this broadcast to deliver you breaking news.

Scientists believe that the end of the world is imminent.

Throughout the century, the Earth has been experiencing climate change at an increasing pace, but there has been a sudden and rapid increase in the atmosphere’s temperature. Recent data from the Pohang University of Science and Technology shows that global temperatures are now 10℃ warmer than pre-industrial levels, rivalling that of the Palaeocene-Eocene Thermal Maximum, when, fifty-five billion years ago, Earth experienced one of the fastest temperature rises in history.

As we speak, the Earth is overheating in what has been theoretically known as the “runaway greenhouse effect”. Greenhouse gases are being emitted by the planet at an alarming rate and this self-providing mechanism has now become unstoppable. It is expected that the Earth will soon warm by hundreds of degrees, effectively terminating all life as we know it.

Mathematicians have calculated that this devastating process will take place exactly one hour from now.

We understand that this is very distressing information, but we urge you to enjoy this hour to the fullest. Spend time with your loved ones, speak to those that you haven’t, do something you’ve never done before— do whatever you think is necessary to enjoy these last few minutes we have on Earth.

We will now return to your regularly scheduled program. The government will issue a statement on this situation in the following moments.

From all of us here at Channel 17, we thank you for joining us.

[1:00:00] UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD

Today, you and Park Jimin are going to die.

You thought you would be more upset when you heard the broadcast. There are no tears in your eyes nor are your hands starting to shake uncontrollably from the thought of your inevitable demise. Rather, you feel—

Nothing.

There is a strange emptiness in the pit of your stomach and a hollow in your chest where your heart should be. It’s almost as if you had known that today would mark the date of your death but you had only chosen to act upon that information now.

If Jimin is at all scared, he doesn’t show it. You realize that both of you feel this unusual calamity lingering in the air, and when you look at each other after watching the broadcast, you do not think about how you will lose him in the next hour, but instead, you think about how you can spend your last hour with him.

This is the only thing that saddens you about your last hour living on Earth. There are so many things you want to do, so many words you want to say, but so little time. You want to destroy every clock in the world in an attempt to enact revenge on the cruelty that is time.

But you can’t because you’ve already wasted five minutes thinking about what you and Jimin will do first. Jimin suggests visiting the nearby arboretum, to which you quickly agree.

It is unusually hot outside when you arrive, the air much warmer than it had been in the past few years, but you and Jimin had expected this— the planet is, after all, being cooked into oblivion. There are no tourists strolling through the park, nor are there any employees stationed at the ticket booths; everything is extremely quiet— too quiet— as if the world, too, had already accepted that its end was near.

As you and Jimin walk through the conservatory with intertwined hands, you noticed just how bare the gardens are. Most of the vegetation had succumbed to the extreme heat, leaving the trees to shrivel into thin branches and the flowers to droop in defeat. Your eyes are met with patches of beige and umber wherever they look, and you sigh when you remember that your eyes should have met endless fields of emerald and bronze.

You sigh, for what had once been a shrine of cultivating life is now a grave of relentless death.

Jimin suddenly stops. “Look,” he whispers, and you turn towards him in curiosity as he gently pulls you to the side of the path.

From your viewpoint, all you can see is tawny grass and crumbling foliage. “Jimin, what’s so interesting about a pile of dead le—”

You saw the pink carnations.

There were three carnations, the few flowers that had grown amidst the dense, dehydrated bush. The rich, vivid tones of the carnations’ petals captivated you; you could not tear your eyes away from the hues of ruby and amethyst and opal that caught the sunlight like shards of jewels. The blooms were miniscule fireworks, blooming brilliantly, magically against the sepia sky.

What fascinated you the most, though, was how naïve the carnations were. They continued to flourish despite the unforgiving sun, as if they were completely and utterly aware of the fact that their beauty would become nonexistent in a matter of minutes. A small part of you wished that you could take part in the blossoms’ naïvety, wished that they could whisper the secrets of their blissful ignorance.

An iron plaque with engraved letters was positioned next to the pink carnations, and you assumed that it had once detailed the origins and the meaning of the flowers. However, rust had eaten away at the metal, making the writing barely legible. A mysterious aura now surrounded the carnations and it was begging you to solve it, only piquing your curiosity.

But time is precious and you couldn’t afford to throw these sacred seconds away. You raced to Jimin, who had already moved on down the trail, and held his hand once more. It was difficult to ignore the death that surrounded you.

[00:41:23] UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD

Jimin was hungry and he was craving fast food.

By some odd chance, you and Jimin had stumbled upon a small, dated diner. The only occupant in the restaurant was a middle-aged man wearing a checkered uniform. As Jimin ordered, you were tempted to ask the employee why he seemed oblivious of the eerie, unnerving silence, why he was here and not anywhere else.

When you noticed the pained yet empty stare in his eyes, however, all of the questions whirling in your brain died down because you realized he had no one to turn to and nowhere to go.

You tried to enjoy the burger and the fries Jimin had ordered for you, but you were a machine and eating felt mechanical, as if every fry you ate and every sip you drank was merely an action you were programmed to perform. It was so hard to enjoy because it was hard to enjoy anything.

How could you possibly enjoy living if life was ending?

Jimin, on the other hand, was eating his meal heartily, his cheeks growing more plump with each sip of his chocolate milkshake and his smile growing wider with each bite of his burger. You noticed how his happiness seemed to illuminate the dimly-lit building, how his body seemed to fill with a childlike innocence that you haven’t seen in an eternity.

In an instant, you were no longer watching your lover; rather, you were watching the cheerful and bubbly teenager you met in high school all those years ago. You were watching the boy who bought you roses every time he thought about you, who listened to all of your secrets and kept them locked away in his heart, who became your first kiss as you danced on the gymnasium floor during your senior year prom.

It was as if you were watching the boy you fell in love with.

“Earth to Y/N? Are you okay?” Jimin asked, his voice snapping you out of your reverie.

You blinked. “I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“You looked like you were falling in love.”

“Would it be a bad thing if I was?”

“No,” he replied. “You should do it more often.”

“I will.” Because I’ll never get a chance to do it again.

Even though the luminance of Jimin’s smile rivalled that of the sun, there was something wistful behind that beautiful iridescence, as if he heard those thoughts and made them his own. That unspoken truth lingered in the air like a sword hanging from a thread, threatening to sever the red string connecting the two of you.

Rather than confronting the truth, however, you and Jimin decided to spend the next twenty minutes floating in a comfortable silence, enjoying your last meal together.

[00:20:58] UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD

Somewhere in the neighborhood, there was music breaking through the silence.

Intrigued and captivated, you and Jimin followed the haunting melody, the streets leading you to a guitarist idly leaning against a barren tree. She sang with fluttering eyelids and drifting fingers; she, too, was enchanted by her own music.

“Before we say goodbye, let go / But I’m lost in the maze of my heart / From stereo to mono / That’s how the path splits…”

Her words seemed to flow and ebb, intertwining with the breeze that swept through what was left of the flowers at her feet. But, like Jimin’s smile, an otherworldly sorrow stained her voice, a melancholy that no human could ever feel. This sadness suffocated you, crippled you, with such force that breathing became difficult, as if you were trying to hold your head above water.

“If my fate is to disappear like this, then this is my last letter / Penned words, written then erased / Feelings for you, so many to let go / So be it, don’t cry / I’mma let you go and fly…”

You felt wrong; you should be panicking or hyperventilating or crying or something instead of standing here, especially when everything was crumbling to pieces with every passing second. But a larger, irrational part of you wanted you to stay, wanted to savor the world and what little there was left of it, and you listened to it. You felt as if you were a passenger on the Titanic, focusing on the band’s hymn instead of the ship sinking beneath you.

“In order to release your hand right now / I gotta let you know that I need to let you go / Hard to say goodbye / But I can’t run / I’m ready to let go…”

Somewhere, something within you was telling you that you had no other choice but to let go of Jimin’s hand; however, you ignored it, burying those thoughts into the rifts of your mind where you could no longer hear nor think of them. As if in defiance, your grip on Jimin’s hand tightened, a silent reminder to both you and him that you would never truly be ready to let your lover go.

“Life without you is really unbelievable / But even so I still gotta go / To the person I loved so much / To the red thread that got too entangled in itself / I couldn’t reach you, so I’ll walk a separate path / For that reason I’ll say goodbye…”

In response to your tense grasp, Jimin began to softly tap to the beat of the guitar on the back of your hand as if to tell you that, don’t worry, I’m still here. Your eyes trailed up to Jimin, focusing on his porcelain skin and the way the sun seemed to make his ash blonde hair glow like gold. His eyes were closed and his body gently swayed back and forth. He, too, was becoming more enraptured by the guitarist with every note that he sang. He looked beautiful; he looked at peace.

He looked like he forgot that he was dying.

“The color of the sky we saw together / The scent of the path we walked down together / Don’t forget them…”

You struggled to understand how Jimin could be so calm, so undisturbed by the presence of his impending death. When you looked at him, you saw pink carnations blooming underneath his skin and you desperately wanted to know how he could be so innocent, how ignorance could be so euphoric. Patience is no longer a virtue when the world is ending in twenty minutes; you wanted to know, and you wanted to know now.

But, like time or fate, this was something that could not and could never be understood so all you did was rest your head on Jimin’s shoulder and felt the life that emanated from his being.

[00:15:13] UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD

When you asked Jimin if he wanted to watch the sunset during his last moments on Earth, he said no.

When you asked Jimin why, he said, “I’ve seen enough sunsets in my lifetime. Let’s go watch the fireflies,” and you agreed.

The sun set for the last time when the guitarist finished singing, the clouds fading to hues of violet and lapis as you and Jimin arrived at the park. Although dusk had fallen, the heat was becoming unbearable, but you paid no attention to it. There was no need to pay attention to something that would no longer exist.

Amongst the jungle of barren trees, you and Jimin found a secluded, grassy clearing, the moonlight breaking through the clouds as an everlasting lantern. You winced as you laid down on the parched sod; the heat emanating from the earth threatened to burn the skin on your back.

You became numb to the pain when you saw the fireflies.

The fireflies endlessly surrounded you and Jimin, those flecks of gold stretching into infinity. The sight before you was otherworldly, as if you and Jimin and these fireflies were suspended amidst a more beautiful version of reality. You felt almost ashamed to be watching these fireflies; you felt like an intruder, recklessly disturbing the delicacy of their world.

It’s like the stars visited us, you and Jimin thought, and for an eternity, this was how you remained, with the silence and the heat and the raining stars.

Jimin’s hushed whisper cracked the glass of tranquility. “I never told you about the carnations.”

You turned your head towards your lover, your cheek pressed against the scalding soil. “What about them?” you asked.

“The meaning,” he replied. “I never told you about the meaning of the pink carnations.”

“Well, what do they mean?”

“They’re a symbol of gratitude. It’s a silent way of saying, ‘I’ll never forget you.’”

Jimin then pivoted his head towards you, his fingers reaching out and holding yours. “Y/N, I know we don’t have much time left, but if there’s one thing that I have to say to you before we go, it’s that I’m so thankful to you. Thank you for saying ‘yes’ when I got down on one knee. Thank you for making me a better man. Thank you for giving me the honor of loving you for these past seven years. Thank you for giving me a life full of love even when I didn’t deserve it.”

You look at Jimin and, for the first time, you are scared.

It’s not enough. There are still so many mornings left to start with laughter, so many nights left to fill with lust, so many kisses left to give, so many ‘I love you’s’ left to say, so many days left in your future, so many things that you will never get back because you only have fifteen minutes left before you lose Jimin forever.

You look at Jimin, and for the first time, you are truly and terribly scared because these fifteen minutes are all that is left; this is all that will ever be.

You start to cry and Jimin tries to wipe away your tears but it’s useless because crying is the only thing that your body can do. Somehow, you manage to find your voice within your despair and you whisper, “Aren’t you scared? Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

“No,” Jimin replies simply.

“Why?”

“Being with you has shown me how beautiful life is. You gave my life meaning just by being in it. I’m not dying with any regrets. There is nothing more that I want from this world. I’m dying with a smile on my face and you by my side and I can’t be afraid if we’re together.”

His words resonated in your mind, marked its permanence in your heart.

I can’t be afraid if we’re together.

I can’t be afraid if we’re together.

You believed him.

He holds you as your tears start to dry, his arms wrapped around you tightly as if to prove to the universe that no force in the world could ever tear you apart.

You feel at peace in Jimin’s embrace. You, too, are not leaving without any regrets because Jimin has given you a life filled with love; for you, too, there is nothing more that you want from this world.

Jimin kisses your forehead in what will be your final kiss. He whispers, “I love y—”

[00:00:00] UNTIL THE WORLD ENDS

[chocobo-sunshine]

🇮🇹Romance Headcanon for the Chocobros? 😊

There you are! ✨It took two hours and a half to write this, I’m hopeless, so I really hope you like it!I totally loved writing Ignis’s one! Thank you for the request~ ♥

🇮🇹 Romance Headcanons - Chocobros

Prompto• Prompto would be the best loving guy ever. His ever bright personality would let him be able to make his dearest feel at ease and cheerful whenever he is around. His smile is contagious, the sun inside him makes everything shine. He’s not aware of this, though.• He would care so much for you and, although he may result lovingly awkward in his attempts, he would try to never disappoint you. He wants to be your pride, and that let him grow as a person.• Spending time with him would be a whirlwind of laughters and soft kisses. He’d like to take you on dates, he’d love holding your hand and show the world how much he cares for you. It makes people around you smile and say with adoration, “What a cute couple!”.• Dates with him would be sometimes out of the ordinary - like, “Hey!, let’s have a Chocobo race! The winner decides where to go next” -. He wouldn’t mind spending some time with you alone at home, where you can stay in bed cuddling, kissing and hugging, pillow and tickle fights, a film and snacks. Actually, those are his favourite dates! • Selfies, selfies, selfies~! He’s Prompto, after all, and he likes to make memories. His camera would be filled with photos of the two of you together, smiling, laughing, or kissing, but he loves taking photos of you when you’re not expecting it. He has a collection of photos of you while you sleep, or perfectly inserted in every kind of landscape you visited with him.• He would do just anything for you, literally! He would buy you ice-cream and candies, every kind of book, if you like to read, video games to play together, and lots of plushies. He would take you to every place you’d like to visit, and cover you with affection and love every time you feel down. He needs it too, though. There are times in which he feels worthless and useless, but he has you by his side ready to remind him how beautiful his heart is.

Noctis• As former Prince of Lucis, Noctis would have a lot of plans and obligations, so that it would be difficult for you to spend time alone together, but he would eventually make it somehow, and it would be magical.• He would like for your relationship to work perfectly. It could require a little effort, maybe, but it isn’t as difficult as it seems. The two of you love so much the time you manage to spend together that it doesn’t matter if you can’t see him for a day or two.• He’s totally into doing cute things together, like cuddling under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate, trying to cook something sweet together, like cookies or cupcakes, and napping together. He wouldn’t restrain in covering you with kisses and smiles, or hugging you from behind when you don’t expect it. That’s his favourite, actually.• Even though he’s so narcissistic sometimes, he’s so shy when it comes to dating. He’d blush quite for anything: you entwining your hand to his, a kiss on the cheek, a smile too bright and happy. His cool attitude would break at this, and his lips would part in an awkward smile that makes you giggle. He’s trying his best, and you love it.• As he doesn’t want it to be a bother for you, he’ll probably try to hide your relationship from everyone in the castle - his friends the only exceptions -. He has the habit of sneaking out of his duties just to come and kiss you - “I missed you so much, I couldn’t avoid it!” -. You’d scold him, but his heartbroken expression would make your heart ache, and you can’t help but jump at his neck, thank him, and kiss him.• He’s overprotective and extremely jealous, he fails to hide it even if he doesn’t want anyone, especially you, to notice. He would stick around you every time you hang out somewhere, holding your hand tightly and throwing stern and threatening looks to anyone who even tries to glimpse at you. Even if he doesn’t want you to talk about it, that would amuse you, but it makes you happy.

Gladiolus• Being involved in a romantic relationship with Gladiolus Amicitia means: adventure. He’s not a sedentary guy, he loves exploring and going for long excursions in places never seen before. He would take you with him - consider it to be a great honour! - and share with you his most loved locations.• You wouldn’t mind watching him as he trains. You love noting how his muscles tighten up and twitch under the heaviness of his great sword, hearing his voice coming out of his throat husky from the exertion. You would be ready to offer him a towel to get rid of the sweat, wiping the droplets from his face, then laying a little kiss on his forehead, and a flower crown on his dark hair.• Gladio would protect you with his own life, if necessary. You’re his special one, after all, and he would not let anything to touch you, for any reasons. With time, you could decide to start training with him, and learn how you could be a little independent, but no matter what, he’ll stick by your side.• Sometimes the two of you would decide to camp together, in need of some time alone. Any haven is great, all that matters is being together under the stars. You would eat his loved Cup Noodles with him - he would sometimes let you feed him -, talk a bit with you sat on his lap, then going to sleep. If you feel too cold, no problem! Gladio will pull you the closest to him and he is not going to let you free yourself from his embrace.• Just because he’s a big guy doesn’t mean he can’t be romantic. Actually, he’s hopeless. He loves to spoil you beyond every limit, treating you with every kind of gift. Not always ordinary gifts, though. Whenever he goes away with the others, he’ll pick up anything that reminds him of you. A cute flower, a beautiful seashell, an hairpin with an encrusted little butterfly bought in a small shop. Nothing too fancy, really, but it would make you smile every time.• He’d love to show you’re his by holding your hand, caressing your hair and kissing you, at times softly and extremely gently, others with a passion you’d never imagine he’d pull out. He doesn’t care that much if people stare, they have to know how happy he is.• In intimacy, he’d be the best ever. Giving the fact that he’s twice your size, both in height and in muscles, he would be quite afraid to break you whenever he touches you. He’d be the most careful and caring man you’ve ever known. Making you feel comfortable would be his best achievement.

Ignis• As the gentleman he is, Ignis would treat you as a princess. It’s impossible not to fall for him. As he likes you, his good manners and perfect behaviour would try their best to stun you in every situation: is it raining? Ignis’s arm would immediately appear on your shoulders, his jacket over your heads. A puddle on your way? Would you mind jumping in his arms? He would be right there to catch you. - “I am afraid I’m not letting anything bringing you down”, he whispers in you ear, and you just melt.• Living a romantic relationship with him means being involved in an eternal valzer, just the two of you. He’d lead you through every moment spent together with lightness and elegance. It would feel like you both live in your own little piece of universe, your complicity reaching unimaginable levels.• You’d laugh at his puns, and he’d just fall for it. Making you laugh, hearing your giggles makes his heart flutter away, and he has to hug you and dive in your perfume.• He comes up with innumerable utterly cute nicknames, conceived just for you. “Darling” and “Sweetheart” would be his favourite, but it seems there isn’t a brake to his imagination. In special situation he loves to call you “Kitten”, he’d use “Sugar” and “Honey” sometimes, but your absolute favourite has to be “Starlight”. (There’s a precise reason for it, I could write a little something about it if you like.)• Of course, he’d cook for you, and you adore it! He wouldn’t mind going to some restaurant sometimes, but it would make him proud to glimpse at you while you’re eating and see, with a pleased smile, that you like what he prepared for you. He’d like to test new recipes made out with your favourite ingredients, and then let you taste test for him. Useless to say, everything turns you absolutely delicious but, more importantly, you can clearly feel his love emanate from his composition, and you never know how to thank him properly for his efforts.�� When he has to leave earlier than you in the morning, he’ll leave a muffin, a red rose, and a simple message on the nightstand. Your waking up couldn't be sweeter.• Whenever you’re outside with the others, Ignis won’t be as showing as you’d like to. He cares for manners, and even if he doesn’t like to put it between the two of you, he has a duty to fulfil. You understand, but you’d giggle and be so happy when he casually touches your hand, or leave a soft kiss on your hair, or even winks at you. • Nothing makes him feel better that cuddling with you after a long day of work in the Citadel. His job as Royal Advisor can be hard to bear, and he loves “restoring his vitals” keeping you next to him while watching some culinary program or you playing some game. You could even take him to bed, enclose him in your arms at let him fall asleep in the crook of your neck.