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Unfair Competition (Izou x Reader)

One Piece | Izou | 2.5k | Masterlist

You braced a foot against the front of the training dummy and pulled. The blade tore free and you stumbled half a step back before you caught your balance. You sheathed the weapon and tilted the dummy to the side so you could examine the damage.

The cut ran deep into the wooden core which meant it was probably useless now…

“Another one?”

You shot an apologetic look toward Vista and tried to stand the dummy back onto its feet. “It’ll still be useable.”

“As kindling, maybe. What’s bothering you?”

You looked over your shoulder toward your division commander and gave a small, unconvincing shrug. “Nothing.”

He didn’t bother pretending to accept that answer. He just stared and waited.

“It’s really stupid,” you warned.

“I guessed it was.”

You sighed through your nose, considering the best possible way to phrase this without sounding completely ridiculous. You dropped onto one of the hay-stuffed bags in the training room and kicked out your legs in front of you.

“Okay so… I might be a little upset,” you acknowledged. “Because we’ll be heading to shore tonight. And every time we go out together, Izou gets so many drinks bought for him.”

Vista’s expression softened with mild sympathy. “I’d wager most of those men have mistaken him for a woman.”

“Well, yes,” you acknowledged. “But that’s not the problem. I don’t care about him getting drinks.”

“No?”

“I care that he gets more than I do.”

The amused smile returned almost immediately. “Come again?”

You rolled your eyes and nodded as though your problem made perfect sense. “I don’t care about other people hitting on him. I’m annoyed that he gets more drinks than I do. Do you know how many people hit on me when we’re out? None. Before I started going out with him, I could at least get one free drink a night.”

“So, you’re not jealous the man you’re seeing is being hit on. You’re jealous that he’s being hit on more than you? Because other men think he’s a woman?”

“Apparently, a prettier woman than me.”

Vista chuckled. “Of all the grievances you might have brought me, this was not the one I expected.”

You sat forward and rested your elbows against your knees. “Trust me, I know he’s attractive, right? I mean I have eyes. But like, I think I could get at least one or two drinks. Not everybody’s taste is divinity, right?”

“If anybody ever wonders where Izou gets his insufferable levels of confidence, I’m going to direct them straight to you.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not trying to boost his ego.”

“You called him divinity.”

“He’s beautiful enough to be,” you said with a shrug. “Anyway, I told you it was a stupid problem to begin with.”

“And you weren’t lying,” Vista agreed. “I think the obvious solution is to tell Izou that you’re jealous although I do hope you know he will never let you live it down. But he might reject the drinks.”

“That doesn’t help,” you complained. “Besides, do you have any idea how crazy this sounds?”

“Yes. I just heard it. Otherwise, I can tell him and he’ll probably buy you drinks himself while teasing you about it.”

“Or I can try to get myself a drink tonight.”

“That’s the worst of your options.”

You stared at him, offended. “Are you saying there’s no way I could get one drink bought for me?”

“Izou will be with you the whole time.”

“I’m with him when he gets drinks so clearly a relationship isn’t a deterrent.”

Vista smiled in a way that made you far too suspicious. “No,” he said. “But you will be with your apparent competition so it might make things harder.”

“Are you saying Izou is prettier than me?”

“That is not a conversation I’m having with you,” he said firmly.

“So, he is?”

“There is no right way for me to answer this question.”

You sighed and tapped your boot against the ground. Fine then. It sounded mildly ridiculous to want to compete with Izou so you insisted, in your own mind, that you were merely soothing an anxiety. An insecurity, you reasoned, brought about by people reasonably having eyes and choosing to use them.

And then you would stop worrying about it.

Which is why when you got ready to go out that evening, you purposefully tried on at least three different outfits while Izou looked far too amused in the corner of the room.

“It’s a tavern,” he said. “You hardly need to put this much effort in. I think most people are wearing what they were this morning.”

“I can’t look too plain next to you,” you protested.

“Then choose a better fabric. That shirt moves strangely when you stand up.”

You groaned and pulled it off, folding it back into the discard pile. At this point, you were going to go through your entire wardrobe and not find anything that struck a balance. You had a few pieces that were very attention-catching and you caught your eyes drifting to them.

“No,” Izou said, plucking the garment from your hands before you could choose it. “You’re not wearing anything I’ve made or gotten for you to a place like this. It’ll be a waste.”

“Imagine you didn’t know me,” you said. “What could I wear that you would find prettiest?”

He raised an eyebrow at you as he replaced the items in your chest. “Whose attention are you hoping to catch?”

“Nobody’s,” you hurried to reassure. “I just… want to know what you find me prettiest in.”

“What I find you prettiest in is not something I would like you wearing outside of our room.”

You picked up a seafoam green dress and examined it carefully. It was simple enough for a tavern but the colour suited you, and perhaps it would stand out beneath the dim lights. You stepped into it and pulled the fabric into place, smoothing your hands over your waist before turning toward the mirror.

Izou rose from his seat without being asked. His gaze travelled over you slowly enough to warm your skin, lingering where the dress settled against your figure before he moved behind you. You gathered your hair over one shoulder and felt his fingers brush the bare line of your back as he caught the zip.

He drew it upward with deliberate care. The fabric closed inch by inch beneath his hand, followed by the light drag of his knuckles along your spine. You shivered before you could stop yourself.

Izou paused near the top. His eyes met yours through the mirror, amusement softening the sharpness of his expression.

“Cold?” he asked.

“You know I’m not.”

“I thought I should give you the opportunity to lie.”

His fingers remained against the nape of your neck after he finished with the zip. He smoothed the collar into place, then traced the edge of it with his thumb as though checking his own work. The touch was too gentle to justify the way your breath caught.

Izou leaned closer until the warmth of him settled against your back. His lips brushed the place just beneath your hair, the first kiss so light you almost thought he meant only to tease you. The second lingered. You tilted your head without thinking, giving him more room, and his quiet laugh stirred against your skin.

“You look beautiful,” he said. “Don’t fuss yourself so much. Nobody will be watching you but me.”

You sighed and wondered if you should just tell him that that was the problem. Because you did love knowing he was looking but also… you leaned closer to the mirror and considered if you should redo your makeup to be a little more noticeable.

Izou leaned around you and caught your jaw, his eyes sharp where he stared at you through the mirror. “Would you prefer not to go out tonight? If you’re feeling concerned.”

“No, I want to spend some time with you.”

“We can spend time together here,” he offered. He tightened one of the straps over your shoulder, touch running over the fabric as he straightened it where it wrinkled over your hips. “Seeing as you’re worried about the attention.”

You smiled. “I do want to go out. Don’t mind me, I’m just being silly.”

“What about?”

“I just want to look nice.”

“You always look nice,” he said. “That’s not in question.”

“Extra nice.”

“If you’re trying to make me less suspicious, you’re doing a very poor job,” he warned.

You sighed and tried to smile. You did look nice. You were sure it would be fine. You could get a drink from at least one person.

Over your shoulder, Izou remained breathtaking. For a second, you were so distracted by his perfect makeup, expertly pinned clothing, and his hair that you forgot to worry about how you looked in comparison.

“At least that’s more normal,” he said. “But you still haven’t given me an answer.”

“What’s more normal?” you asked. “I was just looking at you.”

“You were silent while staring at me. I don’t even need you to speak to hear the admiration in your thoughts.”

“You distract me.”

“I know.”

You sighed and stepped away from the mirror, making your way toward the door. “Let’s go,” you said. “We’re going to be late.”

He stared at you for a lingering second, suspicion deep in his gaze. You knew you would struggle to hide anything from him but thankfully, he seemed willing to grant you a little reprieve for now because he moved to follow you without any further questions.

“If you’re concerned about how you look, you should pay more attention to where you’re walking,” he said. “A large bump on the forehead won’t suit your outfit well.”

“I rarely walk into something.”

“You almost fell over the railing two weeks ago because you were staring.”

“You had the top of your kimono off,” you complained. “That doesn’t count. You almost never do that on deck.”

He smiled. “Not around you because it’s a hazard. I don’t need you to plummet over the side of the ship.”

“That’s not why.”

“It contributes.”

Your improved mood soured slightly when you made your way to the tavern and realised another large flaw in your plan. The Moby Dick had a very big crew so when they went out together, they occupied almost all the available space. And every single one of them knew whose side you were attached to.

And yet somehow, within the hour, Izou had a drink sent over to the table from one of the, maybe five people in there who didn’t know the crew.

He rolled his eyes and handed it over to Thatch who didn’t think twice about accepting it.

“This is why everybody wants to sit next to you,” Thatch told him.

“I’ve never understood why anyone thinks an unsolicited drink is persuasive,” Izou said.

“They know you’re pretty,” you said, struggling to hide your grumpiness. “So they’re trying to woo you over.”

“With cheap alcohol? They must think very little of the women they mean to impress.”

You laughed and Izou’s hand fell naturally around your hip, drawing you closer into the booth instead of letting you linger at the edge where you could be more seen. You couldn’t reasonably protest (and admittedly, it wasn’t worth exchanging Izou’s touch) but still, you were already accepting the lost cause.

“You don’t buy me any drinks,” Izou hummed. “Should I take it as a sign that you’re uninterested in me?”

“I don’t think I could afford to buy anything worthy of you,” you admitted.

He smiled. “Then why are you looking at that drink as though it said something personally insulting. Thatch has already disposed of it.”

Oh, he had noticed that look. You tried to smile as innocently as you could and thankfully found yourself saved when you were asked what you’d like to drink by the waitress. You took the opportunity quickly, ordering something small you could finish fast so you would not have a full glass in front of you all night.

Not that it mattered if Izou had ordered something for himself. People got him drinks regardless of how full his glass was.

Even when the next round was brought out, it came with a shot for him. Jozu ended up having it which once again confirmed why Izou was everybody’s favourite to join on nights out.

Izou chuckled and pressed a small kiss against the side of your head. “Did you want it instead?”

“Oh, no,” you reassured. “I’m alright.”

“What would you like?”

“I have something,” you said.

His attention flicked down to the glass in your hand that you hadn’t touched. “I do expect an answer by the end of the night.”

“It’s not that important,” you huffed.

“Mm. Then it won’t be hard to explain.”

You sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder on instinct before remembering that definitely wasn’t a good way to get drinks. Was that the reason why? Were you too obviously attached to Izou?

Although the problem, remained that you really didn’t want to move away from him.

And he got drinks regardless of being obviously taken.

“The guy at the bar thinks you two are best friends by the way,” Thatch said when he rejoined the table an hour later. “Asked whether either of you was single. You should’ve seen his face when I told him.”

“Best friends?” Izou repeated. “You must be joking.”

“It’s because they think you’re a woman,” Jozu commented. “Which naturally means you two have to be friends instead of anything more.”

Thatch chuckled. “Yeah. Still sent Izou another drink, though.”

Izou swapped your drink for his own so you very clearly had a glass in front of you. Admittedly one with a drink you far preferred. You sighed and took a sip from it, mourning the further loss of your chances.

The plan might as well have been thrown from the window.

“I had hoped that would improve your mood,” he said. “Now that you’re not pretending to drink something you despise for appearance’s sake.”

He knew you far too well. And when you met his eyes, you took a sip.

“It helps.”

“Good.”

You sighed dramatically and ran your finger along the rim of your glass. The liquid inside seemed to taunt you.

“This is going to sound ridiculous.”

Izou’s eyes glinted with barely concealed interest, his expression carefully measured. It was unfair how well even the smugness suited him. The dim light caught the edges of his features as he looked over the room.

“Plenty of things do,” he said. “You’re rarely one of them.”

“Do you mind if I preserve my dignity and lie?”

He hummed. “I’m sure it’s not so bad.”

“I’m jealous,” you said.

“Of?”

You looked toward the drink at his elbow and then back at him and he smiled fondly.

“I don’t plan to drink it.”

“Yes, but I’m jealous you got it,” you admitted with a small, exasperated sigh. “I think I’m pretty enough to get some drinks bought for me.”

Izou looked toward the drink before he laughed, a soft and quiet sound. He caught the underside of your chin and tilted your face toward him. You smiled despite the embarrassment burning across your cheeks.

“Silly, right?”

“A little,” he said. “Do you know why you haven’t received anything tonight? Or, for that matter, on any other night I join you?”

“Because you’re too beautiful for me to compete with?”

“No,” he said smoothly. “Maybe that’s a very small part of it. But any man who looks at you with intention finds me looking back. I make very sure he knows you’re taken. And that I won’t miss a shot.”

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Can I request a fic for Loki x ancient giant reader? (or regular giant reader) I barely see any fics of Loki with reader who's a giant :')

even if the end comes (stand by me) | Loki x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre/Tags: Manga Spoilers, Arranged Marriage, Ancient Giant Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Feminine language like Queen is used, as well as mentions of birthing capabilities that require being afab at least:?? but it's a fantasy world so i said fck it we ball

A/n: It's been a week since your request anon but since you gave me so much space to work with, I really got into it lmaoo;; I love the arranged marriage trope so I went a little overboard. I hope you enjoy this!! if this wasn't your thing, pls go ahead and drop another request ^^

also available on ao3!

The council should really stop meddling, in your opinion.

Being born with Ancient Giant traces in your lineage, you knew the perceptions of your kind better than anyone else. The idea of being 'pure-blooded' for the royal line was quite an outdated idea, really. You did not want any part of it, but when Prince Loki proposed marriage to Big Mom's child of all people, the council panicked and immediately put pressure on King Harald to set his marriage up with a Giant having Ancient Giant blood in them.

King Harald did not want to engage his son to anyone, knowing full well himself what such a marriage could lead to, and yet he could not completely overthrow the council's… 'kind advice.' And though you had no respect for the council's whims and demands, you did have great respect for King Harald. In an attempt to retain some power over the decision making, King Harald had gone through all the possible candidates (a measly three) and chosen you, for you were the only one actually around Loki's age.

Not to mention, you supported King Harald's views on Elbaph's future. When he had learnt that, there was unmistakeable relief on his features, and you couldn't help but wonder if he truly thought you could make a difference. Prince Loki was well-known for his bigoted and elitist views, claiming Giant supremacy. And yet, he has proposed to Charlotte Lola, who was notably not a Giant—which made you wonder.

It had been two years since she had run away from the marriage, but to Giants, that wasn't as long. He could still be nursing a broken heart, and you did not want to impose yourself on him in any case. An arranged marriage for the purity of maintaining the royal bloodline was the last thing he needed after such a rejection, you thought.

But King Harald had requested you personally, and you were unable to refuse.

So here you were now, waiting with the King and the council to meet the man you were going to be betrothed to. The throne room was filled with the incoherent whispers of those old meddlers, and you could not bring yourself to look at King Harald. He did not want this any more than you did, but between the two of you, there was still this sense of awkwardness brought forth by the fact that you were only agreeing to this for the sake of the respect you held for him.

After all, Loki was truly your opposite. It was impossible for him to agree to marry you, who was so different to him.

The doors to the throne room banged open, startling you out of your thoughts, and the Prince finally barged in. You were already irritated by how long he had made you wait, having no respect for your time, and it only compounded upon seeing the glare he immediately sent you as if you had planned all of this.

"I refuse!" He announced immediately. You couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes in time, and decided to commit to it by folding your arms over your chest. Let him know you were not begging to marry him either; it was the last thing you wanted.

"Loki," King Harald immediately tried to placate him, but the council, ignorant and arrogant as they were, interrupted him to regale all of you once again with the speech on how it was important to maintain the sanctity of the royal bloodline. When they started talking about how you must marry and bear children for this great honour, your mouth twisted into a look of disgust even Loki's couldn't match. The two of you were only 45, in your Giant equivalent of what the humans called 'teens.' You were both impressed and disgusted by how clinical they could be about uttering such garbage, but if King Harald couldn't throw them out, then you were even more powerless.

"Why are you acting like you don't know the end result of this insanity?" Loki roared, glaring at his father but pointing at you. You swallowed the urge to speak up, because the adults had all warned you to let them deal with him first.

Everyone knew how Queen Estrid had denounced her own son for he was born with demonic eyes. You never liked her, or the fact that she could so easily abandon her own child over something so inconsequential. How unfeeling and selfish does a person have to be to do that?

Loki's claims had basis. You could have been just like her, like one of those other Giants who only care about the title and the power. But the truth was you did not care for that—you only wanted to live a peaceful and happy life on Elbaph, learning and teaching and shaping this land into one where knowledge, culture, history and love bound people.

"Prince Loki, argument is futile," one of the council spoke up, unfazed by his anger. "This is your duty, the one you have been bound to since before your birth."

"And you want my future child to be bound to this ridiculous notion as well?" He hissed, and you could truly understand his anger in that. Honestly though, if you became Queen, you would try your level best to abolish the council first and foremost; they were far too meddlesome and powerful for your liking.

"Enough!" King Harald boomed, shutting up both sides. "Loki, the blood you claim to take so much pride in was the result of my marriage with Estrid. Our beliefs aside, there are certain duties we are bound to for the sake of Warland. And because I did not want you to suffer as I did, I chose the one you are going to marry. You will not be disappointed, of that I can assure you."

You laughed mirthlessly and soundlessly at the words; there was nothing harder than to please Prince Loki. For him to be not disappointed, for him to be okay with you, was a pipe dream at best.

"Talk amongst yourselves before you refuse," King Harald growled. He promptly stood up and left, leaving the throne room. Loki sent you one last glare before stomping out himself. You wondered if it would be okay for you to ignore the king's order and tried to make your way to the door.

The council stopped you in your tracks, and you tried not to let your disdain of them show, but their words made it all quite too difficult.

"You would do well to remember what is at stake, child."

A threat to your family, to your village, to all those you held close—all simply because they happened to be subjects of Warland, and these old jerks happened to hold sway over them all.

You were against violence, and you did not believe in the crap that Giants have inherently violent tendencies. But these people, they made you wish that you didn't advocate for peace—just so you could punch them to the next century. No, next millenium. May mother nature swallow their flesh and bone before they could wake up.

"Prince Loki, wait!" You called out after him. He had already walked quite a distance, the palace left far behind as he made his way to the underworld. Loki ignored you in favour of slipping down to the snow covered hellscape. You ran after him, cursing under your breath as you found yourself in the snow covered underworld.

And yet all you could do in your position was nod and not let any of your thoughts show on your face. They filed out, leaving you standing in the empty throne room, reminding you that even at your best, you were going to be all alone in this.

•

"Stop following me," Loki snarled, finally stopping in his tracks. You huffed out a breath as you finally stood across him, hands on your hips.

"I do not desire this marriage any more than you do, Prince Loki," you offered him a plain smile. He stilled at those words, and you briefly wondered how his expression must have changed beneath the bandages. "I cannot imagine how difficult this must be for you, so soon after…"

You trailed off, unsure how to word it. Loki tensed, his body dropping into a defensive posture.

"Do not speak of things you do not know," he warned, and you decided to switch tracks.

"But we are duty bound," you whispered, looking down at your own palms. "I cannot fight against the council, and neither can you. Though we share no love, I believe it would be in our best interests to play our parts. I will not bind you to the duties of a spouse, so long as you do not beholden me to the same. We can be engaged in name alone, until we can figure out a way to circumvent–"

"Or," Loki interrupted, a smirk on his face, "I could beat you up, and then no one would insist we marry."

You paused, taking a second to scrutinise if this was a terrible attempt at a joke, or if he was being serious. You didn't have the luxury to truly wonder though, because Loki pounced on you the very next moment, and your instincts kicked in to dodge his attacks.

With every punch and kick that you dodged, Loki's expression changed. He had thought that you, who advocated for that peaceful nonsense crap, would not know how to fight. It wasn't his brightest idea, but Loki had thought that if he just managed to hurt you a bit, you would not stand to be married to him and the council and his father would have to change their minds.

He hadn't expected you to know how to fight, though you were refusing to fight back. You were carefully only dodging his blows, on your defence. And that sent a thrill up his spine, as he wondered how he could make you fight back.

"Stop holding back," he said, unable to hide the excitement in his voice as you once again dodged him with the kind of ease that spoke of consistent training. "Fight me back!"

"Prince Loki, I do not wish to fight you," you replied, barely ducking in time to avoid the swipe he attempted. "You know I have no interest in violence for the sake of violence!"

"And yet you are unexpectedly good at fighting," he pointed out, not toning down his advances in the least. You scowled at his relentless pursuit.

"Knowing how to defend yourself is a skill I believe every Giant should know regardless of who and where they are."

"And this doesn't go against your no violence nonsense?" He asked, finally slowing down to challenge you in a verbal argument. You huffed, straightening out your hair and clothing before you answered.

"I believe that Giants are not inherently violent," you explained. "However, what I truly advocate is the freedom of choice. I do not want our future generations to grow up believing that fighting is in their blood and so that is the only end they can have. I want an Elbaph full of Giants who are learned, who are strong enough to defend themselves, and who have the knowledge to make a choice about what they truly want to do. I do not agree with all of King Harald's changes such as completely erasing fighting skills from the children's curriculum, but I still admire him for at least taking a step in that direction. Not everything is black and white, Prince Loki."

"So that's your grand plan for when you become Queen?" Loki's voice was strange, and not for the first time, you wished you could see his eyes, if only so that his face would tell what he was truly thinking.

"No, that is my wish as a citizen of Warland, as a Giant of Elbaph," you corrected him. "If you would stop fighting me, and agree to this arrangement, I might become the Queen. But that is not for a long time. Even if I do not become the Queen, I want to do my best for this wonderful land we have been fortunate to be born on."

Loki was silent for a few seconds, then snorted. "You speak a bunch of fancy crap. Whatever. I guess I can tolerate this… arrangement, as you put it."

You blinked, staring after him as the prince walked off. The words took a few seconds to click, but when you finally understood, you gave a sigh of relief.

Somehow, your betrothal turns into an excuse for Loki to spar with you. Eventually he wears you down and you start fighting back, treating it as good training for the both of you. It becomes your thing, with the two of you ignoring the topic of marriage and simply engaging in fighting. Although Loki was still the brash, violent, and crude prince you knew him as, there was a shift in how you saw him.

"You better be back here tomorrow to fight me for real," Loki called out from the distance. "If I don't find you here for a spar, I can't say if I would be able to tolerate the arrangement anymore."

•

Maybe because of the difference in distance, maybe because there was this strange satisfaction in outsmarting him, or maybe because you got to see his cocky smirk from up close so often—you found your heart beating a little faster than normal.

And though Loki would never say it, he found himself enjoying the time spent around you too. You didn't seem to care about his reputation as the problem prince, and… surprisingly, you didn't seem to care about his eyes either. In fact, you seemed to even like them.

It started off innocently enough.

In one of your sparring sessions, you had nicked his bandages, causing them to tear. Loki's hands automatically came up to hold them in place, but that was all the gap you needed to topple him down, and then you were bracketing his waist, with your sword pointed at his throat; and Loki's face was fully visible, his eyes widened in surprise. Your own eyes had widened for a brief second in shock, but your smug smile did not drop.

"It's my win, handsome," you teased him. You had figured out that Loki could get surprisingly flustered with certain compliments. Although he was arrogant enough to not blink at compliments about his strength, he was weirdly cagey about compliments to his looks and to his personality. You had seen his eyes and yet teased him like that, and Loki frowned, thinking that your words must hold no weight. Empty praises to get a rise out of him, that's all they were.

And so he had averted his gaze until you clambered off and held out your hand to help him get up. He ignored it in favour of retying his bandages. You pouted and walked off, murmuring, "What a shame."

Loki paused at the words, unsure why your behaviour seemed to jab something inside him. He did not care for others' opinions of him, and you were no different. Right? If you found his eyes as disgusting as his mother had, as everyone else did, you would be no different.

But the next day, you nicked his bandages off again, and the smile on your face was somehow brighter than before. It did not seem like his eyes mattered to you. The way you saw him, the way you acted around him, none of it changed. If anything, you seemed to smile at him more when his eyes were exposed.

Still, he kept them covered. Somehow, his eyes remaining open made him feel vulnerable. Like you could read him, and see through to his soul whenever your eyes met.

He was more careful with his bandages from then on, and the sparring sessions seemed to build up a different kind of tension from before, the distance between you two diminishing so that you were pressed up against each other more often than not. Yet both of you hesitated to act on anything, and Loki would end up speaking harshly afterwards, as if to balance it out.

You never seemed to be hurt by his words, but one day, his words must have been particularly harsh because you had this expression that he never wished to see again. You had thrown your sword at him, and by the time he got up from dodging it, you had walked off faster than ever before. Loki found himself following you quietly, and was surprised to find you at Ida's empty, closed bar.

"Oh no, sweetheart, what's wrong?" The older Giant was always sweet and kind to you, and you sought her comfort and advice when things became tough. Your family and village had some outdated ideas about how to deal with the engagement (re: seducing the young prince), but Ida seemed to be on the same page as you.

"'S nothing," you mumbled, asking her for a drink. "Loki is being an ass again."

"Ah," Ida smiled knowingly, not speaking anything more as she wiped down a glass for you.

"How are you?" You asked, hoping to change the topic. Ida seemed to be slightly sick these days, and you worried for her health. She returned an exhausted smile.

"Same old, same old," she tried to reassure you, but seeing you frown, she tried to change tactics. "Think I could see a marriage anytime before I get well?"

You snorted, joking, "If you set me up with Hajruddin maybe."

Loki, who was totally not eavesdropping on you two from the window, froze at the words.

"Then I can finally be your daughter-in-law and you will let me take care of you whenever you get sick," you teased her.

"Nope, not even then," she whacked you lightly on your head with her towel. "And between us two, you know I know that you wouldn't really be happy with my eldest son."

"I don't know what you are talking about," you grumbled, looking out the window. "Liking Loki sounds more like a painful experience than however love is supposed to be. Nothing like what you and King Harald have."

Loki decided that he had heard enough; for some reason, his chest felt funny at your words, and there was an uneasy pit in his stomach at the thought of you marrying Hajruddin. It didn't make sense because he hadn't really wanted to marry you, but at this point, it felt more foolish to deny it.

Somewhere along the two some years he had gotten to know you, he had started liking you. And the truth was that Prince Loki of Elbaph, who had given up on love right after his birth, knew all too well that love was not something he was worthy of. A pure love was not something he would ever receive. Not when his own mother could not love him.

So how could you? Maybe you would really be happier with Hajruddin. And wasn't that an ugly thought?

Even if you would be happier with him, Loki didn't want to give you up. So what if you like Hajruddin better? So did everybody else on Elbaph. And yet you were betrothed to him, to Loki. So he just had to make you stay.

You never figured out what changed, or why, but Loki stopped saying mean and harsh things to you. Instead he would awkwardly break off the tension to escape conversation. You were left watching him in confusion every time, wondering if this was some weird truce he was trying at. Then you thought, nah, that can't be.

Prince Loki was not worthy of love, in his own eyes. But he could try to become worthy to one Giant. To you.

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But you noticed the changes more and more as time passed. The way Loki was relaxed around you. The way he would hold back in the spars to never let anything even accidentally hurt you. The way he let you touch him, sometimes even initiating contact. The way he asked questions and listened to you talk about your ideas.

And you didn't understand what was going on, but you couldn't say you disliked it. He was still gruff and rough and said things he didn't quite mean, because he would always do the opposite—but he was trying to be nicer, and if you pointed it out, he would just get angry and stop, so you didn't.

You just tried to show your support through your actions. Smiling more at him, bringing him food sometimes, leaning into his side when he let you, and once even telling him that you really liked his eyes so if he wanted to remove the bandages just around you, he could do it.

The silence at your words had been deafening, as you wondered if you had crossed a line you shouldn't have, but then he removed the bandages, and you noticed the pink in his cheeks and realised—Loki was shy. And his eyes looked a little scared and a little disbelieving, but you just gave him a soft smile and said, "They suit you well, my prince."

Things were going so well, you thought that within a few years, you might actually get married. And the impending marriage didn't feel that damning anymore, not when you found yourself falling in love, not when you felt Loki reciprocating in his own actions.

Though you both ignored talking about it, you dreamed about a future where you could be married and happy. Where he might be king, and you might be queen, and you shaped Elbaph into the greatness King Harald had kick-started.

And you thought that it would be nice to go out and explore what is out there for yourself so you could do more good as a Queen someday. So you requested to get on a cargo ship that conducted trade with some of the neighbouring and allied islands. The council wasn't happy but Loki agreed and so did King Harald and so you set sail, thrumming with excitement to learn and come home with enough courage to let Loki know how you really felt.

But good things never last. You should have known that.

When you returned to Elbaph 3 years later, you had lost too much. You lost Ida. Loki destroyed Brewers village, and your village immediately retracted the marriage arrangement because they feared they would be next. And then King Harald died, and everyone said it was Loki who killed him, calling him the shame of Elbaph, while you watched everything you had dreamed about crumble one after the other.

Nothing made sense. It was difficult to even look at Hajruddin, when you could feel his anger and grief, and you couldn't agree with him. It was difficult to stand in front of Ida and Harald's graves, not knowing what to say. It was difficult to face your village without feeling like you were living different lives, with very different priorities and goals.

Time doesn't heal much when you are burdened with questions and no answers. It only taught you to make peace with having the questions unanswered, especially since Loki had long left Elbaph and you doubted he would ever come back.

But he was brought back eventually. The Red-haired Emperor of the Sea brought him back and Chief Jarul had him chained up in the Underworld. You wanted to see him, but the decision to not execute him struck you as odd, and you decided to confront the oldest Giant in Elbaph first before you went down.

Chief Jarul had denied answering you before when you had questioned him, but this time he finally relented and told you the truth of what had happened. And everything fell into place once more, because yeah, that sounded more like the Loki you knew.

So you went down to the Underworld to face the prince who had left Elbaph to go destroy the World Government. Seeing him chained and bruised up, you couldn't help the small gasp that left you. Loki had always held such an imposing figure in front of you, full of strength and power, that it was jarring to see him defeated and wounded.

He tensed upon seeing you and smiled derisively.

"Come to mock me, have you?" He asked, and it was like the first time you had met all over again. You ignored him in favour of running your fingers over his bruises. Loki flinched at the featherlight touch, the sea-stone chains jangling from the movement. "No? Ah, then you must be here because of that stupid arrangement."

You paused in your ministrations to raise an eyebrow at him.

"Maybe you are a little out of touch," he hissed, his mocking smile never waning. "You are free now. This sham marriage they tried to push on you is done with, so you don't have to keep trying. You got what you want, so go and live out your life however you wanted to!"

And really, did he think he was a good actor? You really weren't very impressed with his attempts. Tilting your head at him, you smiled back at him in the same way you had before you had left Elbaph. The sight made him freeze, as always.

"I'm afraid that what I want," you said carefully, bringing a hand up to undo the bandages covering his eyes, "is chained up in the Underworld at the moment."

Loki's breath hitched, and you saw him open his mouth to probably barrage you with insults and mean taunts that had once upon a time hurt your young heart. But you knew better now, and you knew what he was truly like, what he truly meant to say beneath crude words.

"You cannot be rid of me, Prince Loki," you said sweetly, your own smile taking an edge as you finally slipped off the bandages. Loki's eyes were wide in shock and disbelief. You brushed your thumb over his left cheek, right under his eye, and continued, "So what if they had arranged this marriage first? There's no rule saying that I can't marry you of my own accord. If anything, their arrangement shows how perfect I am; they cannot deny me on the basis of my status or who I am."

"You…" Loki seemed to be stunned speechless, and the sight of him like that made you laugh softly. "I don't want you. You give yourself too much credit. You have no place in my ambitions. I am Prince Loki, the Sun God, and I will destroy the world!"

"Okay," you agreed, still giving him a loving smile. "Let's destroy the world together. I know what happened 7 years ago. I have a score to settle with those World Government people too."

"You, you hate violence." Loki tried to say it like a statement but it came out as a question.

"I do," you replied. "I just hate them a little more."

Loki was looking so bewildered and baffled by every word out of your mouth that you decided to take pity on him. Backing away from where he was chained, you tucked your hands behind your back and said with all seriousness,

"I love you, Prince Loki of Elbaph. I will get you out of these chains so you can stand next to me on the altar of life to swear your soul unto me. And when we are married, we will leave this island to 'destroy the world' and set it free. So I won't ask you if you will marry me. You have a tendency to lie about your feelings, and it seems you haven't changed in the years we have spent apart."

"When did I lie?!" Loki sounded outraged, but you just smirked.

"If you think I didn't recognise your ploy to get me away from you so that I don't get involved with the World Government, then you must think me stupider than I am."

Loki paused at that, and then finally let out a huff of laughter.

"Fine, you win," he murmured. "You want to marry me so bad, you look stupid."

You barked out a laugh at his sad attempt.

"No, silly," you said, just a bit sweeter than usual. "You love me so bad, you look stupid trying to be the hero you are not."

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All likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

A/n: also, just as a fyi, I was doing giant age math for this fic and realised that since Loki was (human age) 17 when he had to kill Harald (which is insanity to me, he was so young TT) the Lola marriage proposal must have happened after Harald's death during his marine hunting phase. I really wanna know the details of how and why he proposed to Lola lmao,, I hc he asked Lola's hand when she was 20 and he was 19-ish (in human equivalence).

[sovereigntyangel]

──── ASLEEP ALREADY?

request： wha men falling asleep before you do

starring： Qifrey, Easthies, Beldaruit,

──── QIFREY (1,050 wc)

The stars above were mesmerizing to watch from the lush grass below where your hand met his as you two shared time together when the girls were getting ready for bed if not asleep already in their cozy beds. It was a calm night to say the least.

Light winds passed by every now and then, and the dim lantern beside Qifrey’s leg shined just enough to see the creeping smile that starts to show whenever you speak to him about a certain star in the sky.

Noticing how you seemed to like stargazing more than usual. At least when it's with him in all honesty, while he voiced his opinions about the star-freckled sky.

"Look at that star! Doesn’t it look pretty with the moon accompanying them? I always wondered what's beyond it sometimes, don’t you think?" You turned your head towards Qifrey.

Your eyes eagerly searched for him as they met him when he turned his head slowly towards you. Stars light years away finding each other in the middle within it all. My goodness was he pretty? It would be an understatement to say he looked almost if not ethereal under the sky that was a pale river of shimmer.

"Yes, I think it looks beautiful. You have quite the catching eye, my dear girl." The lantern brightened up his smile more visibly as he scooted closer to you. Taking your hand in his did he press a kiss of longing to your hand. His lips moving down to kiss your knuckles.

Afterwards when he lowered yours and his hand, his head tilted more than usual until it hit your shoulder with a featherlight touch. Turning your head did his white hair tickle your chin. You could feel his light exhale near your collarbone while your eyes found the sky again.

A few minutes passed and you two shared your space together as you watched the sky and stars from below. It was a pinprick of cold light the way the night was seen from his eyes. You didn’t notice it really, but a near silent yawn came out from Qifrey’s mouth.

To really think about it, it was getting kind of late. Sleep was important for a witch. Especially those who are in charge of teaching the future generation of witches. Therefore, it was no surprise why Qifrey was getting a bit sleepy. However, a moment like this was too intimate to just miss it and fall asleep.

Not to mention, but you may have to take the responsibility and carry him to bed－ or at least assist him in getting back inside the atelier without waking the girls or Olruggio up.

While you were too busy looking up at the night sky, Qifrey continuously blinked slowly. Nuzzling his head into you for a moment as you spoke once more that reached his ears. His eyes attempted to look for yours as you pointed out another star. Although, it was already caught before he could tweak it to see better.

"Doesn’t that look like－ can you see? Come. It’s easier when you tilt your head more upward." You pointed out, but when you felt the former warmth of Qifrey on your shoulder.

The light air you felt when he exhaled was soon extinguished when you felt him shuffle over to rest his head on your lap.

Your eyes followed your head as you looked down to see him look at the sky where you pointed out. Blinking slowly before his eyes found yours again.

Blush coming up to your face faster than you could realize. Goodness how he loved when you struggled to hold back how pink your face could get with him. Only to focus from the situation was to look back up again.

"It does look better from this view…" Qifrey responded in a slow manner before getting cut off by his own yawn. You shook your head with a smile as you witnessed your love starting to struggle to not fall asleep.

"Is that so? You seem sleepy there, my love?"

"No, no, please let us keep stargazing. I love spending time with you. Most beautiful girl…" Qifrey shook his head slowly before his hand came up to reach your cheek while you looked back down to see him again.

"If you say so, but don’t let me catch you yawning and struggling to eat tomorrow morning with the others." You chuckled as he followed soon after. Your head leaning down and your lips finding him to share a loving kiss.

By now you were starting to notice how different stars were smaller or bigger than others, and how some weren’t all white but other colors that didn’t stray too far from it. The way the clouds took their time passing by while the ones below slept underneath the moon's watch aside from them.

The way the silence was almost better than continuous chatter and only the shared company of your dearest and love. You couldn’t imagine where you’d be or at least aside from Qifrey.

Was it perfect? No, but it was a relationship you had no plan on straying away from. Especially not times like this. Not now, not ever.

When you felt another light breeze run through you, you closed your eyes temporarily to feel the cool air kissing your skin before opening them again. Watching how the stars twinkled more as time passed by.

"Qifrey, look at them now. How coruscant they look from down here. See－" You moved your head in a downward motion to get his attention only to realize his eyes were closed and his breathing calm.

He was sleeping. Sleeping? Oh was that not a surprise. Though you couldn’t say it wasn’t adorable.

You blinked before shaking your head. How silly. Perhaps he really needed this after all. It’ll be okay though. You’ll take him back to the atelier, put him to bed, and blow the candle out as you two would sleep beside each other. Just how you sat beside each other now.

"I see…goodnight my love." You whispered as your head lowered to kiss Qifrey’s forehead with care and love you two shared with each other with every passing moment your eyes met. Finding each other within the fog no matter what happens

──── EASTHIES (1,020 wc)

The door creaked open in a hesitant way before opening fully for Easthies to walk through. Curious to see if you were napping or working on something since you two did live together after all. Soon finding you near the drawer looking for clothes.

You had just returned from showering and already put on a fresh pair of clothes. The smell of fresh lavender lingering on your body as you close the drawer. You already heard the door creak open a moment ago. Knowing it was Easthies coming back from his duties which he made sure were met before returning back.

He was always a man who put work first before other things. You knew that and so did he. After all, you guys wouldn’t be together for so long if you had a problem with Easthies returning home late, staying over, and being head over heels when it comes with the Pact.

But it was okay. He promised he’ll always return home to you with your warm, loving embrace. That was one of the best parts of the day. Where he would press his forehead against yours and stay like that while exchanging a few words there. His hands wrapping around your waist as you observed his tranquil expression.

After placing his winged cap down on the table, Easthies made his way over to you to rest his head on top of your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist sluggishly as he hugged you from behind.

Feeling his warmth from his clothes yet the cold touch of his pale, long fingers dangerously close below.

"Long day?"

"Unfortunately so."

"I see."

You responded lightly before turning your head a bit to see his black silky hair tickling your neck. You could tell he was tired. His hair was a bit disheveled, shoulders down more than usual, and movements slower than how he should be.

It wasn’t the first time Easthies came home tired. Eager to find you just to put his body weight onto you and stay hip to hip for a while until he either falls asleep or simply be near you without talking much. Sometimes silence was better than a full blown conversation.

"Come now, you seem too tired to even stand much longer. The bed is more suitable." You watch him lift his head back up before turning your own body.

Assisting him in getting his scarlet cloak off his body. Unbuttoning it for him even though he was much more capable of doing so.

As you took off his cloak and walked over to place it over the chair neatly beside his cap. Easthies following behind you as you made your way to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed did he sit beside you. His head tilting close near your shoulder before lifting it back up.

"You should get some rest, you look weary after today."

"Perhaps I should…would you care to accompany me then? Just for this moment." Easthies eyes found yours, and it was simply too much to deny.

"Of course." You replied back before leaning back onto the bed. Adjusting yourself nicely while Easthies took off his boots and joined you.

Was it a bit odd that he didn’t change into more comfortable clothes, but the moment you felt his body weight onto your body, was it so easy to ask him to change after such a hard day?

Your hand then lifted before it found its place in Easthies hair. Running your fingers through the silky strands slowly. The combing gesture of your fingers resulted in a low, satisfying hum coming deep from his throat. His head just below your chin as you stared at the ceiling above.

It was late out, and the room you two were in was dimly lit. Almost if not the perfect moment to share with each other as even you struggled a bit to keep your eyes open. Watching and feeling how Easthies shoulders relaxed along with his other muscles.

From your guess they were probably aching after using them a lot during the day, and even yesterday.

Usually you agreed and didn’t mind easing Easthies muscles when he came home by massaging them so he wouldn’t feel so sore by the next morning. It was beneficial to him after all, and you could spend time with him during those moments. Especially tonight with him in your arms.

A few minutes were passing by ever so slowly. As if they could move any slower with the clock passing by with each second. Your eyes moved from the ceiling, to the window, and down at your love’s resting figure. You were unsure if he was still awake by now since he still had to get ready for bed fully.

"Easthies? Are you awake…?" You whispered softly as you tilted your head. Trying to find his face while his head rested on top of your chest, and when you did, you noticed his eyes closed. A relaxed expression with the rise and fall of his body.

Carefully, you looked over to the candle on the night stand then towards him. Easthies was not a heavy sleeper and it was grateful enough that he actually fell asleep instead of being awake for hours on end.

Doing whatever he could－ which was most likely work he planned on doing overnight and ignoring the yawns that came through.

"Goodnight, my dearest." You kissed the top of his head before blowing out the candle beside you. Your head lying back on the pillow as you moved your fingers from hiding in his hair to his back. Nails slowly dragging from the top to how far your arm could extend.

Perhaps the next morning if he does wake up you should pamper him instead of letting him take seconds before leaving out again to do the same thing over and over again.

Imagining his flushed face as you walked over with a balanced plate of food for him. Not too much nor too little. However, you’ll just focus on the present for now. Just this sweet moment together.

──── BELDARUIT (1,038 wc)

Opening those large doors once more, you made your way into Beldaruits room. Stars were always so beautiful to see. Anything that relates to your one and only love makes you smile and think of him so dearly, but could you blame yourself or anyone else that looks at you with certain thoughts?

You were Beldaruits love and love till the heavens above decided to let him take his last breath, and when that happens, you will be right beside him. Dare not to let go.

No matter what anyone could say to make you move on. Even if you had to admit it was your last goodbyes.

But that wasn’t the case in this situation. No, no, not at all! If anything, The conflict and your objective was Beldaruit completely exhausted; Completely out of energy after the day he’s had.

Being around kids and elders who have their own set of egos can be quite a hustle for poor old Beldaruit. Back in his prime days would’ve been different than how today went.

"You look quite beat after today, my love. Had enough amusement from the kids you spend your time with? Or is it the other Wise like Vinanna who make you sigh for hours?" You turned your head to him sitting upright in bed after walking over to pour some tea for the both of you.

It was nice to sip on some tea before bed. Beldaruit enjoyed it and you quickly picked up such a habit you’ve gotten from your man.

Although, it was pretty nice when you didn’t go to bed with such a dry, icky mouth instead of a hydrated one to say the least.

"Oh my sweet, you couldn’t imagine what kind of day I had." Beldaruit responded as he took the tea cup you passed him as you sat on the edge of the bed for now.

"It would be different if you were beside me the whole day, however, wouldn’t you agree, my magic?" Turning your head after taking a satisfying sip of the fresh tea in your cup did you look over your shoulder to him. His hand soon came up to cup one side of your cheek.

Eager for a kiss perhaps? That wouldn’t be a surprise at all. Not at all from your one and only love that you share a bed with. Sharing your vulnerability and secrets you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else but him.

"I would always spend time with you if I could." You turned back around to take a few sips after your lips were back onto the edge of the tea cup.

You loved whenever Beldaruit called you "my magic" since he also had his own love for magic itself.

Before you guys even got together, you walked into his spotlight because the way he presented magic was basically pulled out of a fairytale for everyone to witness.

The way your eyes met him when he took in the reactions of everyone else － yet you caught his eye the moment you were in his eye of sight. Think of yourself as diamonds among regular pebbles. That's how he thought of you and it never went away. Even when you bore the ring on your finger.

When the two of you were done, you took the two cups over to the side before joining him in bed. Getting closer to him as he welcomed your figure in his personal space.

Watching as you rested your head on his shoulders as he rested his on the top of your head. A sweet moment for such a sweet couple others would say if they saw them together.

You could feel how Beldaruits muscles and body basically melted beside you. It was like he was a candle and simply melting beside a ball of fire. Melting into liquid wax.

He knew the consequences, but there were miles upon miles on how far others would go for their love. Beldaruit was more than just miles upon miles away. Across sea, sky, and stars he’ll say.

"Did you visit Qifrey and his apprentices again?" You sparked up small talk as Beldaruit lifted his head.

Taking a moment to release a large yawn before replying. His hand covering his mouth before lowering back down and his eyes angled downward to the covers that covered his legs.

"Not for a while now. Those kids are truly special I’ll say. Each one of them. I hope they don’t lose their spark as they learn magic and soon become fully fledged witches just like their Master." Beldaruit explained before his eyes went up to turn to you.

"And how’s my sweet girl been doing, hm? I hope she's doing well, for I couldn’t bear to hear you say how today’s morning through evening was quite troublesome." He pressed a sweet kiss close to your eye. Your eyes closing for a moment before opening them again. Your faces inches away from each other.

"It was a peaceful day, I’ll say. I even went out to see if I could pick up some pastries for us. You do have a little sweet tooth, my love." You spoke with a chuckle while Beldaruit’s face was turning a light shade of red.

"You make my heart fill with love, my heart."

"And I will each day." You leaned closer than usual before both of your lips met each other. Sharing a sweet, short kiss.

By the time the room was dimly lit and only a candle was lit in the large room, you and Beldaruit continued your conversation. Although, the more you heard your love's voice, you noticed more than usual yawns.

When your voice stopped its usual chatter, you turned to look at your love once again only to realize his head on top of your shoulder. Eyes closed and his breathing calm and relaxed. You blinked before shaking your head. Of course.

You then turned your head towards the candle. Grabbing the handle before blowing it lightly. Watching the small flame extinguish and placing it back down.

Thank the stars for the large pillow in the back. It was easier to get comfortable with Beldaruit leaning towards you.

"Sweet dreams, my dearest."

a/n： may this happen to me some day

── ˙🪽 ̟ !! 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 ⸝⸝ please do not modify, plagiarize, or translate my work

[sovereigntyangel]

Could I request more Beldaruit romantic comfort headcanons,been stressed with so many academic related work. Maybe some fluffy comfort headcanons with our dear Beldaruit.

━━━━ 𝐖𝐇𝐀 ，COMFORT PRINCESS

SYNOPSIS. Beldaruit comforting/romantic headcanons

AUTHORS NOTE． we need to see this man the moment season 2 starts

STARRING ， Beldaruit x gn!reader

Beldaruit would always greet you whenever he sees you with a kiss. Its gentle but holds so much relevance towards his mornings, afternoons, and evenings. He believes it’s a quick way to calm down but also a way to see your lovely face.

Whenever the kids would come to play near him, he always wanted you to join. Kids bring a joy of laughter when they’re not in a sour or bratty mood. Furthermore, sharing stories and other adventures he comes up with. Some are true and just a fairytale, but when he brings the magic to life with a drop of ink, is it really a fairytale come true?

During the evenings and mornings, Beldaruit would share a moment of tea with you. It wakes you two up and quite a splendid time to enjoy the day together alone but in a comforting, loving silence.

When you were feeling down of the sorts or under the weather, Beldaruit would do everything in his power to make you feel better. Need a warm embrace? He’ll be happy to take that role and feel you melt into his embrace. Kissing the top of your head in the process.

If you were tired from the day, Beldaruit would let you rest in his chambers. Watching over you as he gave endless praises for how well you did, how important you are, and how he’s endlessly proud of you.

If you were ever to feel sick of some sort, Beldaruit would not only get a doctor but once that doctor leaves, he wants you all to himself. In sickness and in health, right? Overall he was the best care taker.

Beldaruit would buy your favorite flowers every week. If you had multiple, he would change it up a bit. Maybe a bouquet of tulips first then the next week a mixed bouquet with tulips and lillies. Then the next week would be peonies. He never shares his secrets on how he obtained such flora but it was always for you.

Whenever you were stressed with being a witch as per usual. Maybe your calluses on your fingers ached more than usual, Beldaruit would kiss your fingers in an apologetic way before begging for you to take a break and accept his request for you to join him. Sometimes it takes away all the stress being close to him.

Beldaruit always tries to prioritize you before himself sometimes. It’s a habit he recognizes but never really does anything to change it. Whenever he sees you, he feels happy. So when you ask something of him, he’ll be happy to do so.

@/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL ໒꒱ ，please do not modify, plagiarize, or translate my work

━━ divider source. @/dollywons @/cafe-kitsune

[dawnsarchive]

Is it ok to request Izou x Reader content, maybe first meeting and falling in love or any relationship headcanons? I think his so underrated . Thank you so much and have a good day

One Piece | Izou | 3.4k | Masterlist

“You should watch your step rather than me. It’s quite slippery.”

You breathed out gently, watching the air mist in front of your face. “I’m trying,” you defended yourself. “But you suit this kind of place so well.”

Izou glanced toward you with a faint smile. Small, delicate snowflakes had settled over his hair, resting like glitter amongst the dark strands. “Why? Because it’s cold?”

“No,” you laughed. You reached for him and he leaned closer, allowing you to brush a stray flake from his cheek. “Because it’s elegant, beautiful, and just the slightest bit dangerous.”

He pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, one that would certainly leave a small red smudge. “I’m glad you think so.”

You still thought so even now… although maybe it wasn’t the best thing to mention anymore. Would the lipstick smudge still be on your lips now that it was mostly gone from his own? Red had always been a good colour on him. It suited the snow too, all bright against the white.

You only wished it wasn’t your own blood.

You could enjoy it more then.

Your step stumbled and you held his arm tighter. His gaze flicked to you immediately and you tried to smile and reassure as best as you could. There was nothing to worry about. You would be fine.

You barely felt it.

“It’s not much further,” Izou said and though you knew he meant to reassure, you didn’t like how forced the words sounded.

Looking over your shoulder, the path down the mountain was clearly marked in red. “I didn’t know I had that much blood to spare,” you commented. “It looks like a painting.”

Izou didn’t look. “Most paintings aren’t quite so deadly.”

“I know but I’m just imagining it like that,” you said. “Makes it feel less dangerous.”

“Try not to waste your energy on thoughts about it.” He tightened the pressure he had against your side and that made it hurt – a burning ache pushing through the frigid temperature of your skin. “Focus on your steps. We’ll be close enough soon.”

Walking was getting hard. The snow was thick and you had to drag your legs through it like heavy logs. Even with Izou’s coat tight around your shoulders, you were only getting colder the more you moved. You tried to lean closer to him but each time he nudged you back onto your feet, refusing to let you shift your weight into his chest.

“It might be worth carrying you,” he said. “Though I think it may worsen it, if you feel you cannot walk anymore, I’ll do so.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you connected that he wasn’t stopping you from leaning against him; he was righting you when you began to tip unsteadily. Honestly, walking wasn’t going very well with that in mind.

But Izou would be much slower if he had to carry you and you didn’t want that.

“I can sit,” you said. “Then you can go and call somebody. I’ll stay put.”

“There’s nowhere here that’s not covered in snow.”

“That’s fine,” you said.

It was cold, true, but you had his coat and the snow wasn’t anywhere near as cold as the surrounding air. It was almost warm even. You wouldn’t mind sitting in it for a bit... perhaps lying down and just –

“Try to stay awake for me.”

“Sorry?”

“Don’t drift off.”

Had you been drifting? You’d only been thinking of resting. The walk up the mountain had been tiring to begin with and then the fight and your injury…

Izou pulled his coat tighter around your shoulders as though that would get more heat into you. His forearm brushed over yours, near burning in temperature. You flinched away on instinct alone though the movement caused a slight ache in your side.

“You’re really hot,” you mumbled. “Like, in a different way to usual. Do you have a fever or something?”

He didn’t meet your eyes no matter how hard you stared at him. “No,” he said. “I don’t.”

You passed beneath a tree, its boughs heavy with untouched snow and you remembered it from earlier in the morning. That was good. It meant the village wasn’t too far and from there, the Moby Dick was out in the water. Marco would be able to deal with this injury quickly.

It hadn’t been that bad when you first saw it. Though it had been difficult to see properly through the churning bubbles and the dark, murky water. You hadn’t even known you were hurt until you saw the blood stream past your face as you swam for the surface. Izou had his coat over your shoulders the second you were out the water, a final shot finishing your opponent.

You tried to move the coat aside and Izou caught your hand before you could.

“Leave it for now,” he said. He tugged off his glove with his teeth and slipped it over your hand. “Try to stay warm.”

He didn’t offer you the other one; drenched in blood and pressed against your injury.

“Once we get to the port, I’ll fire some shots rather than sailing back,” he said. “Marco moves faster than any vessel would.”

You took extra steps to think about his words before you nodded. “Marco doesn’t like you shooting at nothing though. He says it draws unneeded attention.”

“He will understand the situation is a little different to when I usually fire at idiots.”

“Okay. Just don’t get in trouble for me.”

He didn’t respond. He was probably just focusing because the village didn’t seem to be getting much closer.

You were feeling sleepier than ever but the good part about the Moby Dick was that it was always warm. And Marco was always warm too. Which made sense because sometimes he was made of fire. Especially when he was healing you.

“Wake up.”

You startled and looked to Izou, raising your head from where it had drooped toward the ground. You hadn’t been sleeping though. Just thinking.

“I’m not that tired,” you lied to him in hopes it would make him feel better. “And I know I shouldn’t sleep yet.”

“Good. You can rest once we’ve arrived.”

“You should sleep too,” you mumbled. “You also had to walk very far.” You couldn’t remember where he had been during the fight. Most of it felt very blurry in your memories at the moment. “Were you hurt?”

“No.”

“Oh, that’s great.”

The snow turned to cobble beneath your boots and walking got marginally easier after that. You felt almost better. The ground was steady under your shoes. People passing by blurred slightly so you watched your steps instead. One step in front of the other, keeping time with Izou but you quickly got distracted by the red on your left boot.

“Cover your ears.”

“Hm?”

Izou had drawn his pistol and for a second, you looked for a potential threat before you remembered his plan. You lifted your hand to cover your one ear, tucking the other against his shoulder and closing your eyes.

Even with your ears covered, the three he discharged into the ground were blaring loud. You flinched away from each one.

Then he let go of you for a split second before his grip redoubled, his pistol clattering to the ground as he caught your shoulder and dragged you into his chest. No. That hadn’t been what happened. He caught you.

Your legs had given out. You couldn’t even move them, trying to force them back into working like they should be.

 You weren’t home yet. You had to stay fine.

“Can you stand?”

Yes. You could. You obviously knew how to but when you tried to push away from Izou, you found your legs just weren’t cooperating. You shifted your head a little, tilting it back so you could see him again.

His perfect face, hair still decorated by the snowflakes from the storm. You counted them rather than answer, appreciating how the light caught each one.

“Soon,” Izou said, his eyes locked over your head. “He’s flying.”

Oh, that was good. Somebody was on the way and you could get rid of the concern that furrowed his brow. You really didn’t like it when he frowned that way because it meant he was upset with something and you much preferred him happy.

You blinked and he shook your shoulder hard. You startled in confusion at the sudden roughness and snapped your eyes open.

There were blue flames around you now. Those hadn’t been there before you blinked.

“What happened?”

You recognised the voice asking but you didn’t have time to answer.

“I’ll explain later. Take her and go.” Izou pushed you back into somebody else. “Now.”

You’d never heard him sound that angry before. Though maybe angry wasn’t the right word for it. It was an emotion you’d never heard him use before, a rough and desperate one you didn’t recognise but that you wanted to reassure him away from.

But then warmth was wrapping around you, flickering flames that lingered on your stomach and you were being carried away from Izou which meant Marco had arrived.

And that meant you could finally sleep.

So, you did.

When you woke up, you were warm.

The last thing you remembered clearly was snow pressing against your boots and wind biting at every bit of skin left exposed. Now there were blankets over your legs, heavy enough that moving beneath them took effort.

Your throat was dry. Your limbs lagged behind your brain though and instead of grabbing the cup at your bedside, you backhanded it and sent it spinning across the wooden floor of the infirmary.

You watched it for a second, water seeping over the ground and sighed, sitting up to grab it when a bolt of pain erupted through your stomach.

Thick white bandages wrapped tight around your torso where you grabbed for it, palms pressing against the burning pain and breaths coming sharply. For a blissful second, you couldn’t remember what had happened before your brain gracefully flooded you with almost too many memories of the source.

Shit.

The ice had cracked under your feet. You hadn’t even known it was a lake. And that distracted you enough for a blade to slice into your side right as you plunged through.

Everything after that was a blur. You’d swum for the surface but then… then there was just red spilling over the snow and stone.

The door swung open and you looked toward Marco apologetically, still biting your tongue from the ache.

“Sorry,” you said and winced at how rough your voice was. “I missed the cup.”

He picked it up without concern and stepped over the water he’d normally have lectured you for causing. Then again, you supposed this was hardly a usual situation. You were very rarely a patient of his.

“It’s alright, yoi,” he said. “I’m glad you’re awake. Are you feeling cold at all?”

You had to pause and think about it but you didn’t feel cold. Your joints were stiff and there was a slight chill in your legs but it didn’t feel bad.

“Not really.”

“Alright. Move your fingers one at a time.”

You did so and it took a surprising amount of effort. Each one ached as though you had been sitting still for far too long but they still moved. Marco observed clinically before he nodded and called some of his phoenix fire to his palms, pressing it over the top of your knuckles to soothe the ache in your joints.

“You won’t lose anything to frostbite at least,” he said. “That’s very good. I was concerned that the blood loss might have accelerated the danger.”

“Did I lose a lot?” you asked.

“Far more than I would consider healthy, to say the least.” For a second, he looked at you in the same way he did whenever a member of the crew had done something spectacularly stupid. “You gave everybody a hell of a scare, yoi. Can you tell me the name of the island you were on?”

You said it instinctively, more focused on trying to remember the events that occurred between the lake and the infirmary. It was like squinting through water to try and remember anything more than the shock of cold.

Marco picked up the cup. “At least you’re fully conscious this time. I’ll bring you some water and then I’ll fetch Izou for you.”

At the mention of his name, your attention snapped back to Marco, memory racing away from thoughts of injuries and blood to settle on something nicer. How beautiful he had looked with the snowflakes in his hair and the slightest smile on his lips.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s not injured. It is late but… well, I doubt he’s asleep.”

You glanced toward the infirmary’s windows but found them drawn shut and the clock on the mantle was shadowed enough that you couldn’t read it properly. Marco didn’t give you a chance to ask many questions though before he disappeared, returning only for a brief second with water that you gratefully took.

Then he was gone again and the anticipation almost made you forget your thirst. You sipped from the cup and waited, almost buzzing.

Izou stepped through the door with his usual composed elegance – so perfect that you might forget anything was even wrong. His hair had been perfectly pinned back, his outfit as spotless as ever.

You smiled on instinct but he didn’t return the expression, face unmoving as he looked over your half-seated position on the bed.

“Marco says you’re awake properly now,” he said.

“I am,” you said. “And no frostbite.”

Izou nodded, the slightest inclination of his head. He didn’t cross the space between you and you wished you could do it for him but that likely wouldn’t end well. You took another sip from your water and twisted slightly to put it down.

The silence felt loaded. He looked over his shoulder. “I imagined Marco might want to test to make certain you’re alright but it seems he’s vanished.”

You waved your hand. “He’s checked on the important things, I think. No missing limbs and I remember all the important stuff. Though it does get a little muddy after I fell into the lake.”

“That’s unsurprising.”

“But I do know I should thank you. For bringing me back safely.”

The corner of Izou’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “Even though you forced me to climb that mountain to begin with, I was hardly going to leave you to die atop it.”

“I thought you might like it,” you defended.

“And I did until you decided to make the trip more eventful. Next time, I’d prefer you add excitement in a way that features far less blood.”

You laughed softly and even the small movement sent little jabs of pain through your stomach. It was going to be hell to recover from this, to say the least.

“I am sorry for waking you up,” you apologised. “Marco said it was late but he didn’t give me a choice on calling you.”

Though honestly, you didn’t think Izou had been woken. He didn’t exactly sleep in a full-face of makeup to begin with. Nor would he have had time to fully correct himself before coming down here.

“It’s actually early,” he corrected. “I imagine the sun will be rising quite soon. Thatch is already preparing breakfast.”

That did worry you a little. It had been early in the morning when you asked Izou to join you in walking around the village which meant almost a full day was missing from your mind…

“Don’t frown so hard,” he said. “You’ll give yourself a headache on top of the damage already done to your body.”

You smiled at the comment. “It’s not that bad. I’m still breathing.”

“You nearly weren’t.”

The words came out sharper than any blade and hit with the subtlety of a knife to the stomach. You startled at the edge but he didn’t take them back. Not even a flicker of remorse crossed his expression at the snap.

You hesitated, thinking, before you responded. “It was close,” you admitted.

For a second, he didn’t respond. Then he breathed out slowly and walked to your bed, his movements as flawless as ever. He stopped beside you, his façade unreadably perfect except for one tiny detail.

The edges of his lipstick were shaky. Nothing you would notice if you weren’t this close.

But Izou never messed up his makeup.

He took your hand and you tightened your grip tight enough to hurt. If it hadn’t been for the thin bandages, you would have squeezed even tighter.

You could have died.

He wiped away the two tears that managed to escape down your cheeks, fingers cool against your skin. You leaned into the touch and he lingered there, lightly touching your face as though to soothe the realisation from you.

“I don’t remember much of the walk,” you admitted after a second. “Snippets here and there. But one memory that keeps coming back is just how pretty you look with snowflakes in your hair.”

“What a foolish thing to focus on.”

But there was no heat or bite to the comment. You couldn’t help but smile and this time, he returned the expression; amused by what you thought was important while on the edge of death.

“You’re not very cooperative when you’re bleeding out,” he said.

“Unintentionally.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “Freezing, covered in your own blood and barely conscious but instead of worrying over that, you’re more concerned with the snow and if I was hurt.”

Your cheeks warmed. “I’m glad you weren’t though I can see you haven’t slept?”

“Is that truly so obvious?”

“To me? Yes.”

He chuckled. “It’s funny. Most have taken the assumption that I’m entirely unaffected by everything. True, I’ve perhaps allowed them to believe that in my answers to their questions but truthfully, I’ve had too many hours to reflect on things.”

“What were you reflecting on?”

He brushed his thumb over you bandaged knuckles. “Too much. Most pointedly that I would give just about anything to keep you with me.”

You couldn’t help but feel guilty though it was not your fault at all. Izou didn’t panic or worry when things didn’t go according to plan; he was one of the most reliable people on the ship when it came to keeping his head. But your eyes caught on the slight shake in the way he’d applied his lipstick. The faintest fear.

“I’m sorry,” you said, genuinely. “I never wanted to ask you to do something like that.”

“I don’t wish to ever do it again.”

It was a plea, unspoken but heavily implied. You pulled his hand closer to you, pressing a kiss to his knuckles and wishing you could hug him. But for now, this would have to do. It succeeded in making him smile either way.

“I’m also sorry about your clothes,” you said. “I’ll try to get the blood out – ”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“But it was such a pretty fabric on you though. I loved the pattern.”

“I’ll find something new,” he reassured. “I can’t say I’m awfully fond of that kimono anymore.”

You sighed, enjoying how much he’d relaxed. You were drawing the tension away from his shoulders, one comment at a time. “Well, you could wear anything and still put everybody to shame so I suppose new isn’t bad.”

He shook his head. “Recovering from being on death’s door and still you don’t cease with your compliments. At this rate, the others will assume I pay you.”

“I just enjoy feeding your vanity,” you teased.

“Vanity?” he repeated with a soft laugh. “Maybe.” He leaned down to press a small kiss to the top of your head. “I expect you to heal quickly. I can’t say I’m too fond of having to give you to Marco for excessive periods of the day.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the slight possessiveness. “If he bothers you that much, I’m sure I could ask for help from somebody else in his division.”

“That would do very little in fixing the problem that I am not the one able to help you.”

“You already saved my life. What more do you want to do?”

“Ensure you stop giving me reasons to worry.”

You leaned closer to him and silence settled comfortably between you, warm and soft. Izou remained beside your bed, his hand still tight in yours as a faint light crept through the infirmary windows. Barely there at first but gradually growing brighter as you watched.

You leaned back against the pillows, the heaviness slowly returning to your body.

“I think,” you said softly. “I’d like to see the snow with you again someday. It does suit you greatly.”

He looked down at you and smiled. “I can’t say I’ve ever been too fond of snow,” he said. “But as long as you promise not to get stabbed again, I’ll consider indulging you.”

“I’ll try my hardest.”

“I’ll think about whether that’s good enough.”

Tags: @miwn8 ; @aceincase

[cloudluvrrr]

Hello I was just curious but do you write for beldaruit? I really like your WHA x reader stuff,and I was wondering if you can make any Beldaruit x Reader (Romantic) Relationship Headcanons honestly any fluff stuff. You don't have to of course I'm just curious if you write for him. Thank you

a/n: i was waiting for this BELDARUIT IS MY FAVORTIE CHARACTER IN WHA 😭😭😭 WHAT A BEAUTIFUL CHARACTER HE IS !!!!

(I'm writing for him when he was younger so a bit of spoilers for anything past chapter 90!!)

Young! Beldaruit x s/o reader!!

-- now playing: honeyblue - 800 cherries

You meet Beldaruit at the Silver Night Festival, he was seated looking at the fire works and everything the witches had to offer. When he caught a glimpse of you, your kind smile as you pass out treats for the children.

He trots by showing off magic to already excited kids, a gentle smile on his face. "It seems like the kids love you"

"they love me because I give them magical treats"

"And what's so magical about them?"

You hand him a lollipop with engravings on it, he suspiciously took the red candy and popped it into it mouth. It was sweet and felt like it was popping, "it's popping.." he mumbled. His eyes closed in confusion, it wasn't bad.. not at all, in fact it was good- really good.

"Why didn't you present this?"

"It's a dumb and simple idea"

"it's marvelous" he corrected, "you're a witch-?"

"I'm a witch who works at a candy shop"

"ah, it sounds like a dream come true that job" he smiled again. You both fell into a comfortable silence looking at the parade.

--

You were by beldaruit's side almost always, helping him with spells and any other tasks he may have needed. He never stated if you were offically dating, there just became nights where you shared a bed. He beckoned you over for a kiss, fed you dessert first, showing off his entertainment spells, and telling his apprentices about you.

You didn't even know when it started as a position beside him to being his lover. You didn't even know when you started to be by his side.

After the festival he began to visit the shop, almost daily buying sweets and pastries for his "apprentices" and the kids he visited.

Then Beldaruit asked if you wanted to work beside him, a witch of your talent shouldn't be wasted in a shop.

You did accepted the position but you'd always work the weekend at the shop.

He loves kids, he wished for his own but instead fusses over the other witches children.

He also loves sweets.

He secretly likes it when you sit with him in the chair.

He loves it when you bounce ideas off each other.

When hes vulnerable about his role, and you comfort him. So he does the same for you, he makes sure you're never stressed.

Around you he isn't as eccentric, he softens around you.

Once you've grown close enough to share a bedroom, he'll let you aide him in his night routine.

Brushing his hair, tending to any wounds or sores he might have.

It was a intimate routine, the only part of life that always stayed the same.

He'll kiss your temple goodnight while he turned down the lamp.

If you were both unable to sleep, he'd name constellations, or talk about his day- the kids bringing him items they made, the new spell he made, studies. Anything to make sure you fell asleep first.

--

It was night when Beldaruit announced to you he had a new apprentice, the little boy they'd found the night prior.

"Is he even a witch?"

"It doesn't matter" he answered reading a book in bed, as you washed your face near the vanity.

"As long as you know what your doing, it'll be fine"

"I've had many apprentices, I can handle one thats a bit tougher"

You hum settling beside him, "what's he like so far?"

"Quiet, obedient, and eager to learn" he replied putting down the book to hold your hand, admiring your engagement ring. "He'll make a fine witch, he just has to find the path"

"I look forward to seeing him" your lips form a smile at the the thought

"do you think he'd like sweets?" he chuckled at your comment, "trying to buy off my apprentice are you?"

"Perhaps he'd like to learn sweeter magic"

His face got stern thoughts swarming his head, "the other apprentice's don't like him... I-I don't know what to do" he sighed burying his head into his hands.

"It's not like you can do much 'ruit... just give him a support system, he'll make friends soon" you said softly looking into his eyes, and leaning in for a gentle kiss.

"You're always right darling aren't you"

"it's almost like we're getting married"

--

Beldaruit's love is soft and appreciative, you know when to put him in his place when he's too laid back. He loves the way you interact with others, especially Qifrey.

You're so gentle and loving towards the white haired boy.

He loved every bit of you, you've changed his perspective of his limiting life.

He couldn't wait to see you walking down the aisle and promising to grow old together.

--

js some small headcannon might write a one shot 🤔i have a very tragic idea 😂😂

beldaruit my princess

more wha work!

[passarinhw]

qifrey, olruggio, beldaruit ﹠ easthies x reader: how do they apologize after an argument?

꒰ sfw. fem!reader. easthies was somewhat physically and psychologically agressive—it's mentioned he held reader's wrist tightly and gave her silence treatment, that's it. age gap mentions on beldaruit's part. well, I didn't reread…… ꒱

As Qifrey breathed in the essence of dew left in the air, he followed the whimpers that could be heard from the farthest distance.

That somewhat unruffled temperament, to the point of emitting a glacial chill that would tighten one’s throat, had helped Qifrey when it came to keep someone quiet with a single stare. But now he had ministrated it to the wrong person.

“It’s darkening, it'll probably rain too…” he commented, pushing back the flora that surrounded your secret retreat. Blackened ebony tendons formed a living dome over your form—if Qifrey looked too much at those, the ripples on the trees would take the form of mocking smirks, a personification made exclusively to ridicule him.

He merely reached out with his hand, yet it was enough for you to retreat—not in anger, your pupils weren't dilated in that fashion. Actually, you seemed quite unquiet.

“I scared you, didn't I…” Now his usual looks were back. He sat on the grass with you and fixed your messy clothes—you had run away so eagerly just now, so they were crumbled and filled with leaves. He had pondered if it was better to leave you alone, but instead he allowed himself to be selfish and sought to slayer the weight as soon as possible.

“You did scare me, it's just that… you seemed a bit…”

“Off?”

You nodded.

“Well dear, that's quite the understatement.”

“But you didn't do anything, so-”

“Darling… some things are quite hard to let out, aren't they? But truth must be said, I didn't handle the situation like it was fit. Honey, you can tell me…”

You still hugged your knees, although now you were much more relaxed for the thighness in your grip had subsided.

“Oh, dear me.” He clasped his hands together, relishing on how comfortable you were getting. “Are you mad? Are you scared…?”

“Not anymore…”

Qifrey offered you his hand, which now you joyfully accepted. He hugged your arm, resting his face on your shoulder. At the vision of it, you flushed and turned around…

“You’re getting so warm now, hmm…? Dear, from now on that's the only kind of emotion I'll give you… perhaps we could find more overwhelming, yet pleasant ones, for you to savor…” he grinned.

So full of sorrow and mercifulness, and with such a trembling pulse, that his spells seemed to be drawn by somebody else—a much inexperienced person, possibly.

Olruggio rose from his chair, the ebony table before him adorned by crumbled ink smeared papers. His fingers tips went from his forehead to his chin as he massaged the heavy eyelids, messy beard and uncertainty away from his defeated grimace.

The moments passed swiftly and gloriously during the fleeting seconds of victory Olruggio experienced by the morning. But the forming of reddish eyebags on your face and the puffiness of your wet cheeks instantly disrupted his stillborn pride. Perchance he had used a too loud voice or cast an unpleasant remark without noticing.

Either way… it’s needless to say he should've been gentler. After all, he didn't hold himself in the highest position, you were certainly in a much adored location inside his heart. Therefore, it was enough of a reason to stop sweeping it under the mat and finally facing you.

You could only sniff after you had properly used up all your tears—chin resting on your knees as you tilted to see a small, glowing bird turning into tiny sparkles by your side. You turned back as your room’s door was slightly opened. Cleaning your eyes with your knuckles, you begun:

“Is it a new spell? It's very pretty!”

If you had met him with the expected hardness of a broken heart it'd have been much easier to remain on the lie he was dwelling in the past hours. However, you dared to glitter just like usual.

“I was planning on showing it to you, but…” he stepped fully inside—you felt his weight settling down by your side on the mattress.

“I annoyed you…” you uttered.

“No, I ended up hurting you… even though you're so kind to me, you see…” by holding your shoulder, Olruggio gently dragged you closer, turning you to face his form.

He held your hands, settling them so they'd be cupped. You looked up, wondering what was about to happen when he completed the circle of a spell unbeknownst to you—it gingerly took the form of a small hare, hopping onto your hands and oversprinkling into a composition akin to fairy dust once it laid on your nosetip.

Lord, it tickled so bad, but you couldn't help giggling both at the upcoming sneeze and how Olruggio was using fairy magic for such stuff. He was probably still working on it, therefore the terrible results of that dust.

“Why would you make it? It's so silly, certainly not something Olruggio of the Torch would craft with fire magic!”

He moved closer, kissing your cheek so strongly he had to hold onto your waist so you wouldn't crumble—actually he just wanted to squeeze you there.

“Let’s say I made it for a very lovely person…”

Although it was enough for you to understand he was sorry, he couldn't only go with that. Olruggio pulled you into a bone cracking hug, softened by his beard tickling your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You're too special for me to have treated you like that, do you forgive your silly Olruggio? He… I mean, I really want you back…”

You cackled, your face bursting with joyful tears. He was talking in the third person? Well… he must truly be sorry.

Beldaruit's room was the kind that mixed the gloomy with the grandiose: it was home of an exquisite type of decoration. It also had its share of masterful paintings, adorned with pearly arabesques. Either way, today was boring. He could count each glittering joy that he had collected, play with all his usual mirages, but none would satisfy that tingling feeling.

Actually, about those illusions he'd cast… he wasn't very fond of them now for he tried to use one to apologize, but your smile faltered the moment you noticed the glowing ends of his hair and the bubbles surrounding his vests.

He sighed, what a moron of an old man he was!

Wasn't the older side of any form of relationship supposed to be the mature one? The one who the younger partner would look up to and go to in search for any comfort? But it seemed like now you’d avoid his gaze to spare yourself from a trembling chin. Even the children could catch on to his change of behavior… perhaps if he hadn't been a coward.

Now, the great sage Beldaruit couldn't go like that for too long, especially not with the person he was the most fond of! It'd be a chore to find such a sweetheart like you, after all, no one could be his favorite like you were.

He wondered what you were thinking now, perhaps, given how gilt your heart was, you had already forgiven him, but he was too radiant to forgive himself like this.

You walked, circling the same area of that undersea miracle as you connected the fingertips of both of your hands, wondering, dreaming awake about the multiple ways you could go inside his chamber. Suddenly, you felt a tiny tap, a pixie-like touch to your shoulder. As you looked back, a small translucent butterfly fluttered by, following you incessantly.

It didn't lead you anywhere… you already knew where his place was, after all. But its transparent wings gained a cyan glow whenever you headed in a certain direction.

And, finally, when you found yourself a few meters away from him, the bug reached its most saturated hue, heading towards its kin that played around the sage. Beldaruit stayed still, watching a peaceful waterfront attentively.

“Oh, I'm too much of a wuss. You see…” he said, scratching his chin. “That illusion mishap… I suppose I should apologize about that first, it was more heartless than any sarcastic taunt I threw to you, my angel…” he opened his arm. “Come here? Please, don't be way too mean to me. It shows that I'd never bear to be treated like I treated you…”

You trotted towards the sage, throwing yourself onto his arms.

“My, as vivacious as a little goat!”

“Why are you here? I thought you'd be in your room!"

“Oh dear, no… no, I wanted to at least manage to show you something pretty to apologize for what I did…” he pulled you onto his chest, burying his nose on the top of your head.

“It seems like the old Bel was very mean to his favorite person! What a silly old man he is, treating a poor darling like you in such a ruthless manner…” he nodded to himself, pecking you sheepishly.

“That’s fine, Bel, I forgive you!” still, he furrowed.

“Hmm, no! That was too easy. Tell me something you want, anything!”

“Really, there's no reason-”

“Oh, hush! Do you want to fight again? I assure you I'm too old for it, I rather just spoil for the day…”

It is on a morning holiday that Easthies decide to martyr himself, feeling a sudden and unprecedented dedication to self-punishment. It was necessary to rummage through his memories, hunting in its collection for something that would motivate him to not linger in that position—with the hope of perhaps finding within it some trace that would finally prove to his core that that lethargy was not born of a naive daydream, but of a material, tangible form.

He could picture your image onto the flaring candles, you were even to blame for the static on his uncombed hair. Easthies had treated you like an outlaw, one who had stepped far enough not to be punished, but not too much to be properly handled.

His silent treatment hurt you the most. Having him daring only to look at you for an iota of a second whenever he passed by. Trying to simply greet him a good morning and being met with nothing but a quick furrow. It was painful. And he now felt failed for allowing himself to handle you with such an uncaring attitude.

That was he heard a rapping, a shy tapping upon his door. By opening it, he stared at your face for too long.

“I know you don't want to talk to me, but…” you fidgeted. “I’m sorry…”

Sorry, but for what? He was the one who had held your wrist tightly, the one who whispered quite the bitter message of how making amends was not a suitable path. Didn’t he also mention how you were holding him back from work when you stuttered to hold your point?

“I didn't want to annoy you… I won't talk to you ever again if you don't want me to…”

Well, perhaps he was actually very good at victim blaming, you even fall for it. Or maybe you just liked him a lot, didn't you? It hurt him either way, but you were hurt the most.

Easthies let you inside, closing the door behind you. He lingered still, until he allowed himself to crack that outer exterior.

“You shouldn't apologize, darling…” he massaged your face. You had never seen Easthies this bad—the last time he got this messy was during Silver Eve. His hair was still as graceful, but it was the tattle-tale of how much he was falling apart today.

“I was mean to you, wasn't I? Ignoring you like that… such a childish behavior. But I still called you a kid out of bitterness, didn't I?” He held onto your waist, pulling you atop of him as he fell onto the bed. You held yourself by playing your hands on the sides of the bedsheets that framed his neck.

Easthies pulled you further so you’d finally fall upon him. “I’m sorry, dearie… you know, I love you a lot, you're the most darling person in my life… yet I still…” his words tickled your ears, you could only giggle at it.

“Oh, smilling already, are we? I do deserve to be toyed with after that…” he grinned as you rose to then lie by his side.

“I’m not playing with you! You were tickling me by talking so close!” you begin to braid a random lock of his hair, of course he didn't mind.

“But now all I want is to be so close to you, my love…” he caressed your wrist, he still remembered how it seemed to redden when he released his grasp after that…

“That was the worst thing I could've done… now I'll only touch you like porcelain… ”

“You mean my wrist?” He nodded. “It barely hurt!”

“Whether it did or not is not our utmost goal here, love… I should never do that to whom I cherish the most, should I?”

“No…”

“Do you forgive me? Even my silence treatment…? Even you don't, dear, that's completely understandable-” you immediately hugged his neck tightly, he had to tap your back to be released and breath efficiently again.

“Of course I do! I like you lots, Easthies!”

“Oh, my darling girl. As for me, I don't ‘like you lots’, I adore you…”

[passarinhw]

qifrey, olruggio, beldaruit ﹠ easthies x reader: how do they apologize after an argument?

꒰ sfw. fem!reader. easthies was somewhat physically and psychologically agressive—it's mentioned he held reader's wrist tightly and gave her silence treatment, that's it. age gap mentions on beldaruit's part. well, I didn't reread…… ꒱

As Qifrey breathed in the essence of dew left in the air, he followed the whimpers that could be heard from the farthest distance.

That somewhat unruffled temperament, to the point of emitting a glacial chill that would tighten one’s throat, had helped Qifrey when it came to keep someone quiet with a single stare. But now he had ministrated it to the wrong person.

“It’s darkening, it'll probably rain too…” he commented, pushing back the flora that surrounded your secret retreat. Blackened ebony tendons formed a living dome over your form—if Qifrey looked too much at those, the ripples on the trees would take the form of mocking smirks, a personification made exclusively to ridicule him.

He merely reached out with his hand, yet it was enough for you to retreat—not in anger, your pupils weren't dilated in that fashion. Actually, you seemed quite unquiet.

“I scared you, didn't I…” Now his usual looks were back. He sat on the grass with you and fixed your messy clothes—you had run away so eagerly just now, so they were crumbled and filled with leaves. He had pondered if it was better to leave you alone, but instead he allowed himself to be selfish and sought to slayer the weight as soon as possible.

“You did scare me, it's just that… you seemed a bit…”

“Off?”

You nodded.

“Well dear, that's quite the understatement.”

“But you didn't do anything, so-”

“Darling… some things are quite hard to let out, aren't they? But truth must be said, I didn't handle the situation like it was fit. Honey, you can tell me…”

You still hugged your knees, although now you were much more relaxed for the thighness in your grip had subsided.

“Oh, dear me.” He clasped his hands together, relishing on how comfortable you were getting. “Are you mad? Are you scared…?”

“Not anymore…”

Qifrey offered you his hand, which now you joyfully accepted. He hugged your arm, resting his face on your shoulder. At the vision of it, you flushed and turned around…

“You’re getting so warm now, hmm…? Dear, from now on that's the only kind of emotion I'll give you… perhaps we could find more overwhelming, yet pleasant ones, for you to savor…” he grinned.

So full of sorrow and mercifulness, and with such a trembling pulse, that his spells seemed to be drawn by somebody else—a much inexperienced person, possibly.

Olruggio rose from his chair, the ebony table before him adorned by crumbled ink smeared papers. His fingers tips went from his forehead to his chin as he massaged the heavy eyelids, messy beard and uncertainty away from his defeated grimace.

The moments passed swiftly and gloriously during the fleeting seconds of victory Olruggio experienced by the morning. But the forming of reddish eyebags on your face and the puffiness of your wet cheeks instantly disrupted his stillborn pride. Perchance he had used a too loud voice or cast an unpleasant remark without noticing.

Either way… it’s needless to say he should've been gentler. After all, he didn't hold himself in the highest position, you were certainly in a much adored location inside his heart. Therefore, it was enough of a reason to stop sweeping it under the mat and finally facing you.

You could only sniff after you had properly used up all your tears—chin resting on your knees as you tilted to see a small, glowing bird turning into tiny sparkles by your side. You turned back as your room’s door was slightly opened. Cleaning your eyes with your knuckles, you begun:

“Is it a new spell? It's very pretty!”

If you had met him with the expected hardness of a broken heart it'd have been much easier to remain on the lie he was dwelling in the past hours. However, you dared to glitter just like usual.

“I was planning on showing it to you, but…” he stepped fully inside—you felt his weight settling down by your side on the mattress.

“I annoyed you…” you uttered.

“No, I ended up hurting you… even though you're so kind to me, you see…” by holding your shoulder, Olruggio gently dragged you closer, turning you to face his form.

He held your hands, settling them so they'd be cupped. You looked up, wondering what was about to happen when he completed the circle of a spell unbeknownst to you—it gingerly took the form of a small hare, hopping onto your hands and oversprinkling into a composition akin to fairy dust once it laid on your nosetip.

Lord, it tickled so bad, but you couldn't help giggling both at the upcoming sneeze and how Olruggio was using fairy magic for such stuff. He was probably still working on it, therefore the terrible results of that dust.

“Why would you make it? It's so silly, certainly not something Olruggio of the Torch would craft with fire magic!”

He moved closer, kissing your cheek so strongly he had to hold onto your waist so you wouldn't crumble—actually he just wanted to squeeze you there.

“Let’s say I made it for a very lovely person…”

Although it was enough for you to understand he was sorry, he couldn't only go with that. Olruggio pulled you into a bone cracking hug, softened by his beard tickling your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You're too special for me to have treated you like that, do you forgive your silly Olruggio? He… I mean, I really want you back…”

You cackled, your face bursting with joyful tears. He was talking in the third person? Well… he must truly be sorry.

Beldaruit's room was the kind that mixed the gloomy with the grandiose: it was home of an exquisite type of decoration. It also had its share of masterful paintings, adorned with pearly arabesques. Either way, today was boring. He could count each glittering joy that he had collected, play with all his usual mirages, but none would satisfy that tingling feeling.

Actually, about those illusions he'd cast… he wasn't very fond of them now for he tried to use one to apologize, but your smile faltered the moment you noticed the glowing ends of his hair and the bubbles surrounding his vests.

He sighed, what a moron of an old man he was!

Wasn't the older side of any form of relationship supposed to be the mature one? The one who the younger partner would look up to and go to in search for any comfort? But it seemed like now you’d avoid his gaze to spare yourself from a trembling chin. Even the children could catch on to his change of behavior… perhaps if he hadn't been a coward.

Now, the great sage Beldaruit couldn't go like that for too long, especially not with the person he was the most fond of! It'd be a chore to find such a sweetheart like you, after all, no one could be his favorite like you were.

He wondered what you were thinking now, perhaps, given how gilt your heart was, you had already forgiven him, but he was too radiant to forgive himself like this.

You walked, circling the same area of that undersea miracle as you connected the fingertips of both of your hands, wondering, dreaming awake about the multiple ways you could go inside his chamber. Suddenly, you felt a tiny tap, a pixie-like touch to your shoulder. As you looked back, a small translucent butterfly fluttered by, following you incessantly.

It didn't lead you anywhere… you already knew where his place was, after all. But its transparent wings gained a cyan glow whenever you headed in a certain direction.

And, finally, when you found yourself a few meters away from him, the bug reached its most saturated hue, heading towards its kin that played around the sage. Beldaruit stayed still, watching a peaceful waterfront attentively.

“Oh, I'm too much of a wuss. You see…” he said, scratching his chin. “That illusion mishap… I suppose I should apologize about that first, it was more heartless than any sarcastic taunt I threw to you, my angel…” he opened his arm. “Come here? Please, don't be way too mean to me. It shows that I'd never bear to be treated like I treated you…”

You trotted towards the sage, throwing yourself onto his arms.

“My, as vivacious as a little goat!”

“Why are you here? I thought you'd be in your room!"

“Oh dear, no… no, I wanted to at least manage to show you something pretty to apologize for what I did…” he pulled you onto his chest, burying his nose on the top of your head.

“It seems like the old Bel was very mean to his favorite person! What a silly old man he is, treating a poor darling like you in such a ruthless manner…” he nodded to himself, pecking you sheepishly.

“That’s fine, Bel, I forgive you!” still, he furrowed.

“Hmm, no! That was too easy. Tell me something you want, anything!”

“Really, there's no reason-”

“Oh, hush! Do you want to fight again? I assure you I'm too old for it, I rather just spoil for the day…”

It is on a morning holiday that Easthies decide to martyr himself, feeling a sudden and unprecedented dedication to self-punishment. It was necessary to rummage through his memories, hunting in its collection for something that would motivate him to not linger in that position—with the hope of perhaps finding within it some trace that would finally prove to his core that that lethargy was not born of a naive daydream, but of a material, tangible form.

He could picture your image onto the flaring candles, you were even to blame for the static on his uncombed hair. Easthies had treated you like an outlaw, one who had stepped far enough not to be punished, but not too much to be properly handled.

His silent treatment hurt you the most. Having him daring only to look at you for an iota of a second whenever he passed by. Trying to simply greet him a good morning and being met with nothing but a quick furrow. It was painful. And he now felt failed for allowing himself to handle you with such an uncaring attitude.

That was he heard a rapping, a shy tapping upon his door. By opening it, he stared at your face for too long.

“I know you don't want to talk to me, but…” you fidgeted. “I’m sorry…”

Sorry, but for what? He was the one who had held your wrist tightly, the one who whispered quite the bitter message of how making amends was not a suitable path. Didn’t he also mention how you were holding him back from work when you stuttered to hold your point?

“I didn't want to annoy you… I won't talk to you ever again if you don't want me to…”

Well, perhaps he was actually very good at victim blaming, you even fall for it. Or maybe you just liked him a lot, didn't you? It hurt him either way, but you were hurt the most.

Easthies let you inside, closing the door behind you. He lingered still, until he allowed himself to crack that outer exterior.

“You shouldn't apologize, darling…” he massaged your face. You had never seen Easthies this bad—the last time he got this messy was during Silver Eve. His hair was still as graceful, but it was the tattle-tale of how much he was falling apart today.

“I was mean to you, wasn't I? Ignoring you like that… such a childish behavior. But I still called you a kid out of bitterness, didn't I?” He held onto your waist, pulling you atop of him as he fell onto the bed. You held yourself by playing your hands on the sides of the bedsheets that framed his neck.

Easthies pulled you further so you’d finally fall upon him. “I’m sorry, dearie… you know, I love you a lot, you're the most darling person in my life… yet I still…” his words tickled your ears, you could only giggle at it.

“Oh, smilling already, are we? I do deserve to be toyed with after that…” he grinned as you rose to then lie by his side.

“I’m not playing with you! You were tickling me by talking so close!” you begin to braid a random lock of his hair, of course he didn't mind.

“But now all I want is to be so close to you, my love…” he caressed your wrist, he still remembered how it seemed to redden when he released his grasp after that…

“That was the worst thing I could've done… now I'll only touch you like porcelain… ”

“You mean my wrist?” He nodded. “It barely hurt!”

“Whether it did or not is not our utmost goal here, love… I should never do that to whom I cherish the most, should I?”

“No…”

“Do you forgive me? Even my silence treatment…? Even you don't, dear, that's completely understandable-” you immediately hugged his neck tightly, he had to tap your back to be released and breath efficiently again.

“Of course I do! I like you lots, Easthies!”

“Oh, my darling girl. As for me, I don't ‘like you lots’, I adore you…”

[cloudluvrrr]

Hello I was just curious but do you write for beldaruit? I really like your WHA x reader stuff,and I was wondering if you can make any Beldaruit x Reader (Romantic) Relationship Headcanons honestly any fluff stuff. You don't have to of course I'm just curious if you write for him. Thank you

a/n: i was waiting for this BELDARUIT IS MY FAVORTIE CHARACTER IN WHA 😭😭😭 WHAT A BEAUTIFUL CHARACTER HE IS !!!!

(I'm writing for him when he was younger so a bit of spoilers for anything past chapter 90!!)

Young! Beldaruit x s/o reader!!

-- now playing: honeyblue - 800 cherries

You meet Beldaruit at the Silver Night Festival, he was seated looking at the fire works and everything the witches had to offer. When he caught a glimpse of you, your kind smile as you pass out treats for the children.

He trots by showing off magic to already excited kids, a gentle smile on his face. "It seems like the kids love you"

"they love me because I give them magical treats"

"And what's so magical about them?"

You hand him a lollipop with engravings on it, he suspiciously took the red candy and popped it into it mouth. It was sweet and felt like it was popping, "it's popping.." he mumbled. His eyes closed in confusion, it wasn't bad.. not at all, in fact it was good- really good.

"Why didn't you present this?"

"It's a dumb and simple idea"

"it's marvelous" he corrected, "you're a witch-?"

"I'm a witch who works at a candy shop"

"ah, it sounds like a dream come true that job" he smiled again. You both fell into a comfortable silence looking at the parade.

--

You were by beldaruit's side almost always, helping him with spells and any other tasks he may have needed. He never stated if you were offically dating, there just became nights where you shared a bed. He beckoned you over for a kiss, fed you dessert first, showing off his entertainment spells, and telling his apprentices about you.

You didn't even know when it started as a position beside him to being his lover. You didn't even know when you started to be by his side.

After the festival he began to visit the shop, almost daily buying sweets and pastries for his "apprentices" and the kids he visited.

Then Beldaruit asked if you wanted to work beside him, a witch of your talent shouldn't be wasted in a shop.

You did accepted the position but you'd always work the weekend at the shop.

He loves kids, he wished for his own but instead fusses over the other witches children.

He also loves sweets.

He secretly likes it when you sit with him in the chair.

He loves it when you bounce ideas off each other.

When hes vulnerable about his role, and you comfort him. So he does the same for you, he makes sure you're never stressed.

Around you he isn't as eccentric, he softens around you.

Once you've grown close enough to share a bedroom, he'll let you aide him in his night routine.

Brushing his hair, tending to any wounds or sores he might have.

It was a intimate routine, the only part of life that always stayed the same.

He'll kiss your temple goodnight while he turned down the lamp.

If you were both unable to sleep, he'd name constellations, or talk about his day- the kids bringing him items they made, the new spell he made, studies. Anything to make sure you fell asleep first.

--

It was night when Beldaruit announced to you he had a new apprentice, the little boy they'd found the night prior.

"Is he even a witch?"

"It doesn't matter" he answered reading a book in bed, as you washed your face near the vanity.

"As long as you know what your doing, it'll be fine"

"I've had many apprentices, I can handle one thats a bit tougher"

You hum settling beside him, "what's he like so far?"

"Quiet, obedient, and eager to learn" he replied putting down the book to hold your hand, admiring your engagement ring. "He'll make a fine witch, he just has to find the path"

"I look forward to seeing him" your lips form a smile at the the thought

"do you think he'd like sweets?" he chuckled at your comment, "trying to buy off my apprentice are you?"

"Perhaps he'd like to learn sweeter magic"

His face got stern thoughts swarming his head, "the other apprentice's don't like him... I-I don't know what to do" he sighed burying his head into his hands.

"It's not like you can do much 'ruit... just give him a support system, he'll make friends soon" you said softly looking into his eyes, and leaning in for a gentle kiss.

"You're always right darling aren't you"

"it's almost like we're getting married"

--

Beldaruit's love is soft and appreciative, you know when to put him in his place when he's too laid back. He loves the way you interact with others, especially Qifrey.

You're so gentle and loving towards the white haired boy.

He loved every bit of you, you've changed his perspective of his limiting life.

He couldn't wait to see you walking down the aisle and promising to grow old together.

--

js some small headcannon might write a one shot 🤔i have a very tragic idea 😂😂

beldaruit my princess

more wha work!

[sovereigntyangel]

♡ 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐱 𝐆𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

requested by anon

── ໒꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ， basically just tooth rotting fluff headcanons when he fell in love, who confessed, etc. 🪽

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 would always try and be involved whenever you were around. It could be with children you were entertaining, apprentices of your own, or just casually coming across each other. Beldaruit sometimes just for the small chase would look for you. Once that love locket opened it could not be closed.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 would always try and be involved whenever you were around. It could be with children you were entertaining, apprentices of your own, or just casually coming across each other. Beldaruit sometimes just for the small chase would look for you. Once that love locket opened it could not be closed.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 experiencing dreams at night or day dreams about you that would make the hole he dug himself deeper in as days go on. As one of the wise, it’s no surprise when the others see just how bad you’ve got the poor man whipped for you.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 once close enough would court you in light but meaningful ways. One for instance, could be showing off his magic to you. Now it’s obvious Beldaruit was a master at magic, but seeing it to almost its full extent in such an ethereal way was breathtaking. Taking your hands in his as his thumbs gently caressed your hands. Expressing how he’ll show you as much magic as he can. For true love is something to be shared with along with others who hold such a close similarity to.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Growing more confident and bolder towards you. Calling you “dear” or “darling” when addressing you, helping you out if you had a problem, or if you were a witch with apprentices under your wing, he’d treat them like they were his own children. Sooner or later finding the courage to confess to you under the dark but starry moonlight scenery that he’s created for you. Stars flying across moonlit skies and winds carrying on ever so tranquil.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 confessing his love towards you first as he couldn’t contain it for any longer. Eager to express his feelings while being ever so soft like you were made of silk. Once you told him the feeling was mutual; Expressing your feelings aswell, goodness how he felt so light. So light that he couldn’t help but wish he could run and pick you up. Embracing you fully.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Trying his best to make time for you. Since you two were officially a ‘thing’ now, he wants to love bomb you every chance he gets when you’re around. It’s a gentle love bombing though. Proving that he wants this and wants you. He will never regret it in his life.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Seeing you as pure magic. Some were surprised on how he let you in his heart as they thought magic was his love one and only. Although, magic can only go so far to where your hands cannot reach. He needed your voice, your touch, your love to ground himself fully.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Keeping you in the Great Hall as in a way to see you more and make things easier. Of course he can use his own magic if you decide to take trips out of the Great Hall to let you go from one place to another without breaking any rules. He wants to see you a lot. Wouldn’t totally claim that he’s fully independent without you.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Letting you see his vulnerability. Since he goes by with a sealchair, whenever it’s time to rest or when he sits down, he lets you see just how vulnerable he is during that time. Enabling how he trusts you so much more than what you expect. Can you blame him though? He’d never think about you hurting him!

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Loving you endlessly it’s like popping in a sweet in your mouth and that sweet, sugary taste never leaves. Continuing to get stronger the more you taste it. Beldaruit would never get bored of you and would think you’re the embodiment of beauty and pure magic.

▐ @/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL 🪽 ， apologies if they’re any grammar issues! Was gonna post this earlier but omggg im so busy!

♡ 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓇：@/cursed-carmine

[hotaruchoucho]

Hello can I ask but do you know anyone who has canon translated canon lore info on Lamli? 💖 I'm so eager to learn more about him and the akuneko lore further

Hiiiii Sayaka!!! 🥹💖💖💖 thank you for the ask! And for Lamli, I think there are several card stories translated for him 🥹 although there wasn’t a lot but I would definitely recommend his fourth anniversary card translated by Nuljka! This has a big lore drop on Lamli!

Fourth Anni Story translated by Nuljka

And Nuljka also translated other Lamli stories too! Also highly recc to read!

Proof of Happiness by Nuljka

Wine Valentine by Nuljka

Ep. 2 Winter Story by Nuljka

Butler’s Wedding by Nuljka

And I also translated his Butler’s Summer card

Butler’s Summer by Hotaruchoucho

And Selena translated 2024 Birthday card

2024 Birthday Card by Kotegiris

Cheeh0w0 translated Postman’s Gift

Postman’s Gift by Cheeh0w0

And Yesica translated White Worship card

White Worship by a-konakanalee

Hehe and I think there are several event stories to be translated too, I would highly recommend Butler’s Circus if it gets translated because Lamli really has a big spotlight in this and it’s super fun to read too!

[sovereigntyangel]

♡ 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐱 𝐆𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

requested by anon

── ໒꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ， basically just tooth rotting fluff headcanons when he fell in love, who confessed, etc. 🪽

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 would always try and be involved whenever you were around. It could be with children you were entertaining, apprentices of your own, or just casually coming across each other. Beldaruit sometimes just for the small chase would look for you. Once that love locket opened it could not be closed.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 would always try and be involved whenever you were around. It could be with children you were entertaining, apprentices of your own, or just casually coming across each other. Beldaruit sometimes just for the small chase would look for you. Once that love locket opened it could not be closed.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 experiencing dreams at night or day dreams about you that would make the hole he dug himself deeper in as days go on. As one of the wise, it’s no surprise when the others see just how bad you’ve got the poor man whipped for you.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 once close enough would court you in light but meaningful ways. One for instance, could be showing off his magic to you. Now it’s obvious Beldaruit was a master at magic, but seeing it to almost its full extent in such an ethereal way was breathtaking. Taking your hands in his as his thumbs gently caressed your hands. Expressing how he’ll show you as much magic as he can. For true love is something to be shared with along with others who hold such a close similarity to.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Growing more confident and bolder towards you. Calling you “dear” or “darling” when addressing you, helping you out if you had a problem, or if you were a witch with apprentices under your wing, he’d treat them like they were his own children. Sooner or later finding the courage to confess to you under the dark but starry moonlight scenery that he’s created for you. Stars flying across moonlit skies and winds carrying on ever so tranquil.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 confessing his love towards you first as he couldn’t contain it for any longer. Eager to express his feelings while being ever so soft like you were made of silk. Once you told him the feeling was mutual; Expressing your feelings aswell, goodness how he felt so light. So light that he couldn’t help but wish he could run and pick you up. Embracing you fully.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Trying his best to make time for you. Since you two were officially a ‘thing’ now, he wants to love bomb you every chance he gets when you’re around. It’s a gentle love bombing though. Proving that he wants this and wants you. He will never regret it in his life.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Seeing you as pure magic. Some were surprised on how he let you in his heart as they thought magic was his love one and only. Although, magic can only go so far to where your hands cannot reach. He needed your voice, your touch, your love to ground himself fully.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Keeping you in the Great Hall as in a way to see you more and make things easier. Of course he can use his own magic if you decide to take trips out of the Great Hall to let you go from one place to another without breaking any rules. He wants to see you a lot. Wouldn’t totally claim that he’s fully independent without you.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Letting you see his vulnerability. Since he goes by with a sealchair, whenever it’s time to rest or when he sits down, he lets you see just how vulnerable he is during that time. Enabling how he trusts you so much more than what you expect. Can you blame him though? He’d never think about you hurting him!

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 Loving you endlessly it’s like popping in a sweet in your mouth and that sweet, sugary taste never leaves. Continuing to get stronger the more you taste it. Beldaruit would never get bored of you and would think you’re the embodiment of beauty and pure magic.

▐ @/SOVEREIGNTYANGEL 🪽 ， apologies if they’re any grammar issues! Was gonna post this earlier but omggg im so busy!

♡ 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓇：@/cursed-carmine

[hotaruchoucho]

hihihi

if you're taking requests right now, can i request an aruji who relly loves to draw and the butler finds out they are aruji's muse, i dont know what butler would fit this so i let u pick heheh (hope that makes sense uwahhh!!!!)

please and thank you and have an awesome day/night bc ur awesome (*^￢^*)

[Akuneko HC] Aruji who loves to draw with the butlers as their muse

Hiiiiiii and hehe this is such a cute head canon! And thank you so much, Soosy, I hope you have an awesome day too 🥹🫶💖

Berrien

“A-arujisama…you’re drawing me on your canvas…?”

You bet he would be blushing, but his smile is so bright (you better put on a pair of sunglasses)

He’s really flattered to be your muse, and he would be curious about the parts that catches your eyes

And he would make the most sophisticated and beautiful pose for you to sketch in, he is very conscious about his poses (not wanting to let Aruji sees his embarrassing sides)

If you ever show/give him your art, he’s going to frame it and put it in his room and look at it every night

He would be like “Fufu…♪ So this is how Arujisama sees me…”

He’s super proud of what you draw and he treasures it a lot

Lono

“Awww, Arujisama…! How should I pose? Do I do this? Should I do this, heh, what do you want me to do!”

He’s so stoked that you’re drawing him on your page, and he wants to make the coolest pose!

He started striking different poses for you, so you can practice sketching all you want!

Of course, he wanted to look at the art, so occasionally he would be sneaking peeks here and there.

If you were to show and give the art to Lono, he would be like “WHOA this is amazing, Arujisama!!!” He’ll put the art somewhere safe in his bedroom and he would make the snacks you enjoy as thanks, and he’ll keep looking at the art whenever he has time.

Bastien

“I see…how should I do this, Arujisama…I’ve never posed for someone before….”

He would feel kind of confused, but interested in what you would be drawing.

As a sculptor himself, he would often look at picture books as his reference, and it’s easy to sculpt them when they don’t move, and that’s what he would do for you (he would freeze right there and stop moving like a statue)

If you tell him to relax, then he would just sit there and eventually he would fall asleep waiting.

When he wakes up and sees your art, he would have the softest smile, holding the art in his hands, “It’s really wonderful, Arujisama…thank you.”

He’ll keep it somewhere safe in his room too, and he would only look at it by himself.

Haures

“Arujisama, how should I do this? Would you want me to do my work as it is, or would you like me to stand here?”

Haures was in the middle of his work when he heard you sketching, and he was surprised to know the subject was him.

He would come near you and ask if he should stay still for easier sketching, but you said he could continue to do his work, so he stepped on the ladder and continue to fix whatever is needed inside the room.

Haures felt kind of nervous when Aruji is looking at him, but he tries to maintain his composure. (You could tell his face began to turn red the longer Aruji stares at him)

When you showed him your art, he would smile like a kind big brother, with eyes are shining and he would be like, “Thank you for the amazing art, Arujisama…” (he would also be more conscious about how he is posing from now on)

Fennesz

“E-eh…would that really be okay…are you sure you want me to be the subject, Arujisama…?”

He would feel nervous about being as Aruji’s muse, because he doesn’t feel confident to take the role.

But when Aruji insisted that it has to be him, he agreed and began to read, but the more he tries to be less conscious, the more he started to think more.

Is my pose alright, is my smile alright, am I natural enough, am I easy to draw for Aruji? What should I do…?

He also felt nervous by Aruji’s gaze (he felt happy that Aruji is looking at him though)

And he couldn’t really read a word and his thoughts are swarming until Aruji is finished.

You can see him beaming when he received your art, “ah…so this is how I look from your eyes, Arujisama…fufu…” he would look at it a lot, and treasure it too.

Ammon

“Heh~? Arujisama, you want me to be your muse~?”

The usually teasing Ammon would come close to Arujisama, wanting to make Arujisama race with the close distance.

He would be staring at Arujisama, making them feel shy, and he would smile charmingly, sticking his tongue out, he wish to see how much he could stop Aruji from drawing.

But when he’s conscious about Aruji’s gaze on him, he couldn’t help but avert his eyes to the side, and blush.

He would try to hold it together, hiding his face behind the rose, and Aruji would ask him to lower the rose, so they can draw his face, and Ammon’s face would eventually grew redder like the rose in his hand.

And when Aruji is finished, he would hold the art as gently as he holds his flowers, he’s really happy that Aruji has been thinking of him this whole time in their mind, and the next time Aruji wish to draw him again, he’ll pose for them anytime~♪ just the two of them.

He’ll be bringing bouquets of flowers as thanks for Arujisama.

Boschi

“Oh? Arujisama, you want to draw me?”

As the interior designer, Boschi has a pair of keen eyes for beauty.

Boschi would close his eyes on the chair, crossing his arms, and let Aruji sketch for as long as they wish.

He would fall asleep to the soft sketching sounds, his shoulders relaxed, and he had a soft smile too.

When he woke up, he saw Aruji was still sketching him, and he would stare back at Aruji with a smirk, which surprised them.

Boschi felt quite happy that Aruji is focused on him, he would support his chin with his hand on the armrest, he looks cool just as he is.

And when Aruji showed him their art, his eyes soften, “heh…so I look this beautiful in your eyes, huh, Arujisama…?” His smile could melt others.

Lucas

“Fufu, Arujisama, it’ll be my pleasure. I’m curious to see how I look in your eyes ♪”

Lucas, who’s also good at making people’s heart race, would be staring at Aruji’s expression while he sits and poses.

Especially this is a good time for him to observe how Aruji usually works, he would stare at their eyebrows, their eyes, their smile, their blush, and he had a lot of fun looking at Aruji’s various expressions.

The moment that he enjoyed the most are when his eyes met Aruji’s, whenever Aruji lifted their head from their book, their eyes would follow Lucas’s figure to his eyes, and he also felt his heart race more too.

When Aruji finished, he would stroll to Aruji’s side and appreciate the art, “fufu…♪ what a gorgeous art you have made, Arujisama…is this how you usually see me?”

He would keep the art framed in his office, and he would feel refreshed looking at the art whenever he felt tired from his work.

Lamli

“YAY, Arujisama wants to draw me!!! Arujisama, Arujisama, should I bring the geko-chans? (Froggies), should I pose coolly? What should I do, what should I do~?”

Lamli jumped up and down at the thought Arujisama would be drawing him!

He has drawn Arujisama a lot on paper and this time, Arujisama wants to draw him??

He would be searching for his box and closet to wear the best outfits for Aruji to draw and if you want him to strike any acrobatic poses, he would be super flexible to do them!

He would even juggle for you too, as long as he could keep your composition interesting~

And he would lean over every time but quickly stand back, looking to the side with a mischievous cat smile, and do it over and over again, because he’s so curious about what you are drawing and he would feel like his face is heating up every time you look at him.

When you finish with the art, he would be running to show it to Lucas, “Lucas-sama!! Lucas-sama!! Look! Arujisama drew me!!!!!!” And he would also show it off to every butler, and at night he would be hugging the art in his sleep because he’s so happy.

Nac

“Ah, it’s the highest honour in the world for someone so beautiful as Arujisama, to capture this Nac, through your shining, mesmerizing eyes!”

As an appreciator for beauty, Nac is over the moon that Aruji wish to capture him on paper.

Especially when Aruji would be focusing their wonderful gaze on him, he felt his heart racing fast.

His posture is proper and clear, with his back straighten and graceful.

He wish that each time Aruji looked up, they would see him striking a beautiful pose each time, he wish to serve as the best muse for you.

When Nac is looking at the finance report, his face seemed more serious, but nevertheless beautiful still.

And when finished the art, you could feel Nac is brewing more beautiful phrases in his mind to praise your work, “ah, Arujisama, your artwork should be placed in the world’s best art gallery, no, it shall be displayed for everyone to appreciate, how beautifully detailed it is, you have captured me in your wonderful strokes of sketches, as if it was a mirror itself, ah, for I wish for more vocabularies to appreciate your art, but I will not run out of words to praise you, Arujisama! Etc…”

Miyaji

“Arujisama…are you sure you want this old man to be your model…?”

He tends to call himself an old man, and he’s not confident to be captured on canvas as well like Fennesz.

Since there are other butlers that he think would be suitable as Aruji’s muse.

But since you wish for him to be your muse, he would smile and agree.

He would start to play the cello for Aruji as a relaxing background music.

He played lightly so that he’s not too distracting for Aruji, but he would glance at Aruji to make sure they’re not too tired.

When the pencil stopped, that was when he released his bow from his strings, the end to the song he played.

And Miyaji smiled warmly, like a proud father, while holding your art in his palms. “Thank you very much, Arujisama…it’s a very beautiful piece that you made of me…”

Flure

“Y-you’re going to draw me, Arujisama?? O-of course, then I can maybe show you some poses…!”

As the tailor of the mansion, he usually is the one designing for others, so it was a rare opportunity for him to be capture on canvas instead.

Flure felt a sense of shyness whenever he meets Aruji’s eyes, and his face would grew more red, like a red tomato, and if you laugh, he would be pouting at you.

He would attempt to do his usual ballet poses, or even carrying his rapier, so he looks like a cool prince.

He wish to look cool for you.

When he finally saw the final piece, his eyes would shine, as much as he saw the most beautiful fabric, he would be really excited to look at the details, especially you capture him and his clothes so well in your style, it felt like it was a dream.

As thanks, you are his muse too for him to design even more outfits for you to wear.

Lato

“Kufufu…I would love to be your muse, Arujisama…please do show me your beautiful work afterwards ♪”

Lato enjoys looking at beautiful things: from nature, flowers, butterflies to picture books and more, if it’s something beautiful, Lato would love to look at them.

And for Arujisama to want to look at Lato, it meant that to Arujisama, he too is someone who is beautiful enough to be captured, and he felt warm inside.

He would wait patiently while humming happily, he would pose in the dance poses he came up with.

His ears listened to the rhythm of your pencil, and he wobbled his head with the beat.

And when you’re done, he would run up to you to look, with his eyes widen in happiness, he carried the canvas happily in his palms and ran to show his basement family.

Hanamaru

“Hoho…I can’t believe Arujisama is going to draw this Hanamaru-sama, I should strike the coolest pose, no, no, that would definitely blind Arujisama…then how about this cute pose? No, no, I’ll be too cute to be captured…! Oh no, Arujisama, what should I do??”

As someone who’s probably be a model for his children before, he likes to joke around a lot, but he’ll make sure to pose properly for Aruji.

You’ll see him make different faces at Aruji to try to distract them, but he’s also happy about how Aruji is looking at him.

Sometimes he wants to grab an alcohol bottle and do a chugging position, but Aruji stopped him.

He would also take a playing card and pose with it.

He would go behind Aruji once in a while to see how it turns out but Aruji would hide it from him and he’s like “Aww, too bad…”

But when he saw the final art, you thought he would be smug about it, but he was smiling gently. “Heh…so this is how I look in your eyes, Arujisama…this is really good, Arujisama, thanks…!”

He’ll stare at the art while he drinks at night, and he felt too happy that he drank too much that Yuuhan and Teddy would scold him the next day.

Yuuhan

“Arujisama, I would be very flattered to be your subject, I shall pose in the most captivating way, so that it’s easier to capture.”

As a someone who’s into traditional tea ceremony, Yuuhan is very aware of how he carries himself.

And when he was in Eastern Land, he also learned how to dance with a fan, he would make poses while carrying props, and pose in a beautiful way.

He would confirm with Aruji if he was doing the poses properly, and if he has the affirmation, he would continue to hold the poses for you.

If you ask him to hold the pose for hours, he would be the type to do so (hard worker)

And when you showed him your art, he would be dazzled, and he could see him smile in such a bright way, almost like a smile from his childhood, “This is beautiful, Arujisama, thank you very much…”

He would keep the art near by his drawer to see it every night.

Teddy

“Lucky ♪ I’m so happy that you want to draw me, Arujisama! I’ve seen cool knight arts that gets drawn by artists, and to have Arujisama draw me?? I’m so lucky!”

Teddy would want to hold his sword on the ground like those cool knights, and even those where the knight got appointed by a king by placing a sword on the shoulder.

Of course, he also didn’t want to cause trouble for Aruji, so he would follow whichever Aruji wishes him to do!

You can see Teddy grinning throughout the whole thing, you could almost contain his shine on the page.

Teddy would also blush because he could feel your gaze on him, and he wondered which part are you currently drawing.

When you finish with the art, Teddy would be exclaiming, “This is such a masterpiece, Arujisama!!” And he’s really happy about how well you drew him, and he will bring strawberry tarts for you as thanks.

Shiro

“Hm…you can do as you please…just tell me where you want me.”

As an artist, he knows that he would give Aruji space and a quiet environment for them to draw.

He would sit down on a chair, also sketching in his page to join Aruji too.

He tries to use minimal movements, but he would glance at Aruji every once in a while.

You hear the room filled with pencil scribbling sounds.

By the time you finish, he’s done too.

You shared sketchbooks with each other, and you would receive an art of you, while he stared at the art you gave him.

“Hm…you’ve captured me quite well. Thank you, I shall treasure this.”

Even though he doesn’t have a lot of expression, you could see a slight curve on his lips, a tender smile when he noticed the details you put in when you draw him.

He will keep looking at your art until other butlers call for him. (He doesn’t want to show it to other butlers because they will tease him)

Beren

“As long as you need Beren-nii, I’ll pose for as long as you wish, Arujisama ♪”

Beren-nii is a really doting big brother who would try his best to pose for Arujisama.

He has pose for the little children at the orphanage before, but when it comes to Aruji, he felt different, almost nervous to be stared at by Aruji.

He tries to pose naturally, and changing it up when needed for Aruji and if Aruji asked for a pose, he would try to fulfil Aruji’s wish.

When he sees Aruji’s serious expression, he couldn’t help but smile, and before he noticed, he would pat Aruji’s head like a big brother after Aruji finished drawing.

“Wow…so this is how I looked like from your perspective, Arujisama…fufu…I look very handsome, thank you Arujisama ♪” you bet he’s going to show it off to Shiro and everyone, because of how proud he is.

Muu

“Fufufu, Arujisama is going to draw me~?”

Muu would be doing his best to make the best poses, stretching, standing on two feet, sleeping like a ball, eating chicken tendies, the cutest poses for you to draw

Afterwards, he would curled up in your laps and purr happily, acting like a support for your sketchbook while you can pat him for more inspiration.

When you sees your art at the end, he would be grinning so happily, “It’s so good, Arujisama!!!” And when you put his paw in ink, he can put his paw prints on the art as a masterpiece made together!

[hotaruchoucho]

📝 Akuneko Writings Masterlist 📝

Akuneko Fics & Drabbles

No Specific Butler + Aruji

When Arujisama Held the Butler’s Hand

Ruler of My Heart Seraphim and Sweet Dreams Butlers

A Skeptical Aruji’s Question

When Butlers know they are in a game

Idol Aruji Teaching Idol Butlers

What If Series

What if #1: What if Cherubim Actually Made a Doll of Aruji

What if #2: The Immortal Butler and The Reincarnated Aruji

What if #3: Hanahaki Butlers

What if #4: After the Angel Fight Ended, what if Aruji had lost their memories of the Butlers

What if #5: What if everything starts over and over again

What if #6: What if the Butler returned back to a regular human, but his memories of Aruji would be erased from his mind?

What if #7: What if Aruji used all of their powers to erase the angels at the Final Battle, at the cost of disappearing from the butlers’ lives, with memories of Aruji erased from the butlers’ mind, but only Muu remembers them?

What if #8: What if after the final battle with the angels, the nobles were afraid of the butlers and ordered to execute them, and Aruji changed the nobles’ mind to take their place instead?

Aruji Reborn Series

Prompt (Choose your route)

Boschi [Short] [Long]

Haures [Short] [Long]

Lato

Nac

Berrien

Beren

Bonus analysis for the first six butlers

Otome AU Series

Part 1

Berrien

I’ll Take Everything Down to the Bottom of the Sea: Berrien’s Hidden Feelings

Endless Love from Vampire Berrien

Polite Aruji

Hanamaru

Hanamaru Kawakami Childhood Drabble

Fennesz

Romantic Novel From Fennesz

4th Anniversary Flower Bouquet Analysis

Beren

Beren Cliane Angst Drabble

Fennesz & Haures

Medalist AU

Yuuhan

The Shinonome Family

Ammon

4th Anniversary Bouquet analysis

Miyaji

Comforting Miyaji

Akuneko Headcanons

Haures & Boschi Late Night Drink

The Way Gacha Works in Akuneko

Twin AU Butlers

Welcome to the Butlers’ World Lyrics interpretation Headcanons

Reverse AU: What if the Butler was in Aruji’s Place?

Reverse AU: What if Aruji has a Gacha?

Past Ghosts of the Butlers

Angel Butlers #1 | Angel Butlers #2

Chiikawa Buters

Jealous Butlers

Berrien & Flure with Chubby MC

If Aruji were to turn into an angel

Parallel between Haures and Fennesz

If Aruji made a deal with the demon and their body no longer contains Aruji’s soul

Aruji who loves to draw and Butler Muse

Affectionate Aruji with Butlers

Vampire Aruji

Cool flirty Aruji vs Flirty butlers

Aruji who thanks the butlers with a kiss

Short Aruji with Butlers

Comforting Arujisama in your dark times

Touch Starved Butlers

Yearner Butlers

First kiss with Butlers

My Little Pony and Butlers

Touch starved Aruji and Butlers

Butlers with Children

Does this butler drive well?

Butlers & Their Origins

When Butlers know someone made Aruji cry

Beautiful Aruji

Butlers as girl dads

Butlers comforting each other

Akuneko Theories

Butler in Wonderland: A Character Analysis

The Butlers’ Backgrounds and Powers

Were there past Arujis?

Akuneko Butler Tidbits

Butler Tidbits #1 | Butler Tidbits #2 | Butler Tidbits #3

Butler Tidbits #4 | Butler Tidbits #5 | Butler Tidbits #6

Butler Tidbits #7 | Butler Tidbits #8 | Butler Tidbits #9

Butler Tidbits #10 | Butler Tidbits #11 | Butler Tidbits #12

Butler Tidbits #13 | Butler Tidbits #14 | Butler Tidbits #15

Butler Tidbits #16 | Butler Tidbits #17

Zepal Yuran Facts

Akuneko Yume Writing

It’s only on Fennesz, please avoid if you don’t like yume or if you’re non-sharing of Fennesz 🥹🫶

Trust Fall

Love mail to Fennesz

Happy 700 days

Happy Valentine to my love

Happy 2 years Anni

Happy Birthday and 800 days

[teabunnee]

Okay this ask is different than what I've seen u do before, so you can totally feel free to ignore it, but for afkjourney, could u do Merlin? Like headcannons? General things about them, maybe smth about the Camelossus, how Merlin is in a relationship, really anything? Despite being the main character of the game, I don't see much about them :/ (Still sad the big dino isn't story relevant) anyway, hope u have a great day regardless! Sorry I'm a handful :3

Merlin Headcanons! 

Oh Merlin should not be taken seriously. No one realises they’re Merlin just from their mannerisms. They’re just the slightly eccentric mage with the hamster fixation and the giant camel. If they don’t mention it, or even show off their magic, no one notices. I like to think that there is a legend about how Merlin lives in a constantly moving magical creature, but most people imagine it as a massive dragon or a turtle flying in the sky, not a cozy tavern on a sea-camel. 

In a relationship, I think they’re rather thoughtful. Giving you gifts you like, or telling you stories about their travels. When you talk, you know they are listening and taking you seriously. At the same time, they’re not above having a little fun, or teasing you. It’s like being in love with your best friend. 

I think Merlin appreciates knowing more about you, especially after losing their memories. They probably want to remember everything about you too. Especially since...

Well, it’s likely they’ll live far longer than you will. 

There’s a journal somewhere that contains all of your precious time together, just in case. 

[sovereigntyangel]

── ໒꒱ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥．．．

♡ female reader ． ． ． fluff ▐ romance ▐ headcanons ⸝⸝.ᐟ

── ໒꒱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ， Qifrey， Easthies， Olruggio， Utowin， Beldaruit

𐔌 ʚ ɞ ⋮ 𝓐/𝓝：Another request from one of the angels ♡ This was originally going to be a Beldaruit x Reader one shot but I decided to make my life harder and give attention to everyone. Hope you guys enjoy and stay hydrated .ᐟ

𐔌 ʚ ɞ ⋮ 𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼： While you’re helping everyone else, you forget to give personal attention to yourself. On the other hand, your s/o watches you with adoration and decides to step in.

▐ 𝐐𝐈𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘 🪽

▀ Qifrey can tell how hard you work. It amazes him how you don’t have your own self of apprentices just like him — if not more! So when he notices your posture starting to falter, eyebags slowly making its way under your pretty eyes, and slouching over the table. Even the girls can see the way you yearn for your bedroom chambers but push it away like a desperate ex! Now Qifrey has no choice but to get him and assist you.

▀ To start off, he’ll do the act of silent attention so when you think nobody is really helping you, they actually are. Tiding up the bedroom, making sure your daily tea was always hot and fresh. Nothing was wrong one particular day. Even your clothes were washed not even twenty—four hours when you last used them! You’d find an ice cube on a simple but clean tray in the bathroom for your puffy eyebags. This princess treatment? You swore you were giving it to everyone though. Perhaps kindness does come in natural ways when you give it towards other people, right?

▀ After tiding up the girls room. Making sure not to touch anything that may seem too personal. For instance, their pen and drawings of unfinished spells. Once you walked back down, you noticed Qifrey seemed in a delightful mood. Walking over to you to kiss you so sweet. Did you do something really special to receive such an overloaded amount of affection from him as you two sparked small talk. （small talk because he wouldn’t stop giving you affection）．

▀ Qifrey would give you much praise and massage your fingers whenever you get tired again or when your hands ache. Of course, you’d try and avoid it since you didn’t want to cause him too much trouble or take too much time. He has his own apprentices and life too, but when he insists. Sitting you down and taking your hands in his. You’ve come to the conclusion that you can’t escape him.

▀ Whenever you’d come back from the Great Hall. Perhaps wearing a flower crown or a few love letters in your bag. You could sense Qifreys silent jealousy from afar but he and you both know that your heart lays with his. In terms with the flower crowns, it gives ideas to Tetia and Coco. Insisting for you to come with them to create smaller ones for their heads.

▀ All in all, as much as you love the enough and affection to get from the people you assist to from the kindness of your heart. Qifrey was always there to give that affection back to you. Even if it wasn’t all for him. Hands open to catch you if you fall. Giving sweet kisses to your cheek.

▐ 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐒 🪽

▀ Easthies never fully understood why you went out of your way to help everyone and everything that was wrong. While he knew it was from the kindness of your heart, he respected that dearly to his love, but when he notices you coming back almost the same time as he does when he returns back home. Scolding you for your late arrival despite his （He believes he always has a reason too since he’s the Deputy of the Knights of Moralis）．Even losing focus and to his displeasure, not giving enough affection towards him as much sometimes. He has no reason but to get up and do something about it.

▀ One day when you got up to do your morning routine. Surprisingly he was also in bed with you, getting up at the same time, and preparing breakfast since he didn’t take as much time as you did when getting ready. Creating small talk at the table, he noticed your posture a bit off. You were fighting off sleep once again. Perhaps the light scolding wasn’t enough. Therefore, once you two were done eating. Tiding up the kitchen a bit, you noticed Easthies wrapping his arms around you.

▀ You noticed he wasn’t in his regular Knights of Moralis uniform but it a more casual but fresh look. He insisted on you two staying home for the day. Of course you agreed but the concept of him taking off for the day just for you was one out of a million.

▀ Throughout the day, Easthies was helping you here and there. Sometimes stopping the both of you to receive affection. Giving you kisses and invading both of your personal bubbles. You immediately melted in his arms.

▀ Aside from your love life, recently noticed the “love letters” you received from anonymous strangers within the Great Hall not appearing as per usual. You’d receive them here and there but haven’t got any today. Not to your surprise which Easthies kept from you, burning them in the fireplace or tossing them in the trash. If they were flowers, he’d place them in the vase and throw away the small card attached to it. You were too overworked to notice him making sure no one was shooting their shot to a taken woman.

▀ Easthies knows very well that within the Great Hall you attract many. It’s no coincidence that you got love letters, gifts, flowers — almost everything that any person who admired you from above or worse，had a crush on you would do. Easthies head would hurt every time he thought about it. Although, your beauty was one of the reasons he looked your direction in the first place. Yet it wasn’t just your beauty, but the kindness in your empathetic heart.

▀ When the morning turned into the evening, Easthies invited you to bed already. Turning down the lights till candles were only lit before kissing you slowly. If there was one thing that tangled you into submission, it was his continuous kisses and sweet talk he gave every second to you. Body on top of his, your legs both tangled with each other. There was no other better way you could have it.

▀ That night, Easthies made sure you got more than eight hours of sleep last night. Hoping you returned back to your usual self and not so overworked. It was good to have a day off and enjoy time with your beloved. Kissing your head with an open mouth kiss as he bid you goodnight.

▐ 𝐎𝐋𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐎 🪽

▀ Now being a Watchful Eye was no small feat but that also meant that he was able to sense your overworked body the minute you walked into the same room as him. Back from the Great Hall with adornments from children, letters from whoever as per usual. Olruggio couldn’t help but be startled by your state. You only protesting and stating that it was to help others. Bringing justice to your side even though Olruggio was not going to listen. Not when he picked out one of those silly little cards and found some cheesy poetry that could need some working on.

▀ So when you finally got pushed to sleep while Olruggio stayed awake, he went through the letters. Obviously you won’t see those again. Taking the flower crowns before placing them nicely. He knew how much you liked flowers I mean, the amount you got whenever you both would visit the Great Hall from Children was immense. He was just there following along like some knight in chining armor.

▀ When you awoke from your time asleep which you obviously need so bad. Olruggio was kind enough to help you with breakfast and helping out afterwards. He was kind but firm about you overworking yourself for the sake of others. He loved you, thats true in all shapes and forms, but he couldn’t stand watching his love break branches off herself to give to others to grow.

▀ Giving you plenty of attention since you gave so much to others. Olruggio helped you whenever he was free. Of course it wasn’t all the time but whenever he noticed you in need of a boost of energy or love given back you after helping everyone out all the time. He was glad to help you with anything you needed. Even if it was a moment for just you two to cuddle and soak in each other’s presence.

▀ After all of that, Olruggio would still scold you for overworking yourself in the end. He cares for you more than you’d think. So as long as you’re taking care of yourself while giving to others at the same time. He’ll be just as happy as you are.

▐ 𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍 🪽

▀ Even though he’s apart of the Knights of Moralis, he’ll always notice you giving to others and helping strangers out among the Great Hall. It was from the bottom of your heart, and despite all the love you got back. It was no surprise you’ve gotten burnt out and overworked to the point where your beloved, Utowin were to see — which he did obviously.

▀ Looking back at it now, he wished he could’ve helped you more so you wouldn’t become so overworked. Being a witch was one thing but with the overbearing work you voluntarily put on yourself was something Utowin had to confront you about. So after he finally gotten ahold of you when both of you were off from duties for the day. Nighttime strolling around nicely, Utowin confronted you in a comforting but worrisome tone.

▀ As much as you knew and he knew how much you cared for each other. Kindness acts can even bring burdens on yourself. Making a promise to him that he’ll help you till you get back on your feet from being run dry of what you can do around the Great Hall. You weren’t expecting to get such an overload of attention from him the next day.

▀ From helping you around the house, taking you out to spend time with you, and even buying you a couple of gifts. You were filled with joy like the children that surrounded you with flowers and gifts. Even Utowin was surprised and even slightly overwhelmed by the attention you’ve received. Don’t even get him started with the love letters you got linked to bouquets of flowers from people deemed as strangers that you’ve helped the past week. Obviously throwing those out with or without you noticing. He could give you the world and more!

▀ If your muscles were aching from the labor you’ve done for the past week, Utowin was in no rush to help you knead the sore muscles that made your body ache. Kissing your neck and where the previous sore muscles laid on your body. You always had a smile on your face in the end while thanking him.

▀ All in all, Utowin loves you dearly and while you continue to spread your work and support to others. He’s right behind you, supporting you and making sure you’re getting enough sleep and food. Perhaps even taking you out to eat one of the days that he has more time on his sleeve!

▐ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓 🪽

▀ You’ve been with Beldaruit for quite some time now and while you two both love the attention from children, sharing your love for magic, and living within the Great Hall. He noticed that you’ve always seemed to come back home tired from what you’ve been doing all day out. Whenever that would be helping out with a group of people, talking and spending time with children, or working however you can to contribute. You’d come home and he’d immediately realize your tired state.

▀ However, he was not surprised by how much attention you got in the Great Hall. You were beautiful. Your kindness showing your serene features was something Beldaruit even admired. It was no coincidence that he fell head over heels for you despite being disabled. Yet that didn’t stop him one bit from taking you faster than anyone else can.

▀ With the magic he obtained, he showed you so many wonders and things you could never draw or think about. They were so inspiring, so complex, and magical. You’d stop in your tracks and become tranced in a way that Beldaruit would lead you to bed to rest for the day.

▀ Whenever you two would go out, children would immediately surround you two and who wouldn’t? With one of the Wise and one of the most gorgeous lady they’ve ever seen. Hearts filled with gold. They jumped for joy and excitement whenever you two were around.

▀ Beldaruit would show plenty of attention towards you. Giving you kisses anywhere on your face and praising you for any minor thing. Some would even be a surprise that would get your face totally flushed with a shade of pretty pink across your face from ear to ear. However, when the attention got so much, he’d tease you easily. Letting the rich, honeyed laughter slip from your rosey lips.

▀ On days when you received flowers, gifts, and sometimes letters that can be considered love letters. Beldaruit took those letters from you. While he loved the attention you received, you were his and he was yours. If you wanted love letters, he could make and write love letters from stardust and anything imaginable from the flick of his pen. A spell like that would make your eyes flicker with adoration and happiness. Happiness was something Beldaruit always wanted to see you filled with. There was nothing in he world that could make you gloomy and he wasn’t able to fix.

▀ One blooming day, you two walked around with children giving you flower crowns they made. They were so beautiful you thought before placing one on top of Beldaruits head. Laughing along with the children as he touched the petal of the flower tangled with the others interlocked with each other. Oh how his heart blossomed with love each and everyday you appeared in his vision.

▀ Whenever you felt overworked, overstimulated, or tired. Beldaruit would always come to the rescue. Giving you words of praise and appreciation for all you’ve done. It was well enough to get you to sit right back up. Of course with plenty of water and rest, he made sure of that. He was always there. Ready to catch you if you stumbled even once. Atlas giving you plenty of kisses and cuddles whenever it was just the two of you. That was something that you were always looking forward to after a long day of giving your heart out to others.

▐ apologies if they’re any grammar errors 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

▐ @/𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐓𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 🪽 ， 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓇：@/omi-resources @/cursed-carmine

[gatitties]

Magpie

─ Strawhats, Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates x reader

─ Summary: you like shiny things and you may have a bit of diogenes syndrome, you just like to collect things!

─ Warnings: none

(Whitebeard ver.)

─ Your strange nature was what made Luffy want you on his ship, he probably just saw you doing something crazy just because you saw something shiny and immediately needed it.

─ Nami and Usopp were not in favor at first, the others have already gotten used to their captain's stupidities, but these two are terrified that you could be someone dangerous.

─ They completely forgot when Nami sees you appear with a bunch of jewelry you found lying around as well as relatively good material for Usopp's (or Franky) weapons.

─ You're like an angel from heaven to the orange girl, practically a money maker!

─ And the others just love watching you collect things, even though it's mostly shiny things, you can always end up going astray when you find, for example, nice looking rocks.

─ You and Luffy have a collection of rocks together, they are all named.

─ Chopper always asks you for help collecting medicinal plants because you're just good at finding things, even though you get distracted by other small items along the way.

─ And that's not all, everyone named you Zoro's official partner, not only are you good at finding little things of interest, you also have a radar to find people! as if you were born with the orientation that the swordsman lacks.

─ Although many times you just get distracted following a trail of shiny things and lose Zoro…

─ Sanji asks you for help from time to time, there are many utensils in the kitchen and he has to move fast, if he loses something among the sea of food and utensils you are always there to give it to him because with a simple glance you found it.

─ The same goes for the parts that Franky needs, you could find that needle in a haystack without breaking a sweat.

─ And while they generally love your collector's character, sometimes you keep too much useless stuff, Robin is the one to let you know when to stop, much as she doesn't like to tell you.

─ You probably ran into Shachi and Penguin before Law and they were the ones who saw you chasing a trail of forgotten jewels on the floor.

─ They thought you were adorable, they saw how your face lit up with illusion when you cleaned the earth of those shiny things.

─ And they probably asked you for help to find those mushrooms that their captain had sent them to look for, just a look at the image they held of the mushroom was enough to find a lot of them.

─ Law should definitely have you on the team, at least, that's what these two thought.

─ And indeed you ended up in the Polar Tang thanks to your more than useful little hobbies.

─ Leaving aside that you were usually the one in charge of finding all the rare medical things that Law asked for, Bepo ended up being your faithful collector companion.

─ When you two have a free day you always get lost on any island, although you love shiny things, you also chased little animals; frogs, lizards, butterflies… although all of these without catching them, just to observe them.

─ You have little competitions with Shachi and Penguin to see which one of the three gets the prettiest shell, Ikkaku is always the judge of the competitions, and she definitely has favoritims towards you so she lets you win most of the time.

─ You also help her in the kitchen, because despite the fact that most of the team is quite organized ─Law's fault─ they can always lose something or other inside the submarine.

─ You are a heart attack for Law when you mutter to yourself when you collect things, just adorable, although he will also tell you not to take so many things, you cannot fill the submarine with everything you collect.

─ Oh boy, Kid is so mad, he's been searching for a specific screw for weeks and it just doesn't seem to exist in the world, then one day he bumps into you, pushes you and knocks you down without giving a shit, but then…

─ His eyes widen when he sees that when you fall you drop a bunch of those fucking bolts to the ground, his eye twitches in irritation.

─ For once he decides not to explode against someone, because he uses the gears in his head, if you have so many of those it is because you got them from somewhere, and you will definitely take him there, right?

─ Well, after that he practically kidnapped you because you didn't go to any stores or street vendors, you were just digging in the dirt and you kept pulling out valuable things.

─ Killer just silently watches you as you get on the boat following a handful of coins heading towards the Victoria Punk in a painfully obvious way.

─ Apparently they just needed to keep showing you brilliant stuff for you to stay, they have a lot of that here! so you were good.

─ You have a collection of necklaces that you share with Wire, charms or piercings that match with Heat.

─ Killer scolds you from time to time because you bring a lot of unnecessary things, but he will let you have your little space for some things.

─ Kid sees you as a tracking dog, you once bit his ankles because despite not denying that you were an excellent tracker, you had more honor than being called simply 'dog'.

─ The others also discovered that it was better not to touch your valuables because you would have no problem throwing fists ─or bites─ to defend your precious things.