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[serenpedac]

Thank you to the amazing @crownleys for this gorgeous art of Adam, Yael and Nate! I am so in love with how Emma brought this moment between the three of them to life 💖

Below the cut is a snippet from my fic touching, tangling, intertwined that fits with this art ^^

In a not-quite-steady step, she closes the distance to Nate. Tiptoeing, she leans in to kiss his cheek. Stubble brushes her lips when she stays there for a heartbeat, his hands coming to a rest on her waist. His eyes closed, he tilts his head towards her when she draws away, his nose brushing her cheek, lips ghosting across the corner of her mouth. Fleeting touches that leave her wanting for more, but when she turns her head, eyes green like sea glass catch hers, sending a thrill down her spine, and Nate’s hands fall away as she turns to Adam.

He doesn’t hold her, but doesn’t draw away either. Her lips find his cheek and the world tilts sideways. Her body presses against his, just for a second, before she falls away. He doesn’t chase her, doesn’t move at all, his gaze transfixed on her lips as she moves back, towards her bedroom.

[turtleybeachin]

Once More, with More Feeling

rating: M word count: ~2.2k pairing: Nate/Noelle

He's beautiful. That's not news. She knew he was before, too, but now--! Now it's like the difference between having seen a picture of a painting in a book, and you know that painting is clearly well-done and it's nice to look at and all. But then you actually go to the museum and you stand in front of the painting yourself and you can see every brush stroke, can see the way the paint is layered on the canvas, can see the richness of the undertones and the brilliance of every highlight. All of those little parts that made the whole are so much more obvious now, so loud and so clear and she could stand before him for hours just soaking in the sight of him.

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Or, a soft and sweet and a little smutty exploration of Noelle's first time seeing Nate after becoming a vampire. All these new senses and superior senses leave her in awe of him anew, and thankfully he is more than happy to let her take her time exploring him thoroughly.

Read it on AO3 here, or for anyone not registered there, below the cut.

She stands on the other side of Nate's open door and stares at him quietly. Usually her attention is flighty and brief, darting around spaces and faces to find something of interest that becomes boring soon after and away her focus goes. But now? Now she stares at Nate and she's utterly captivated. Did his hair always have all those colors to it, did the light always catch in it so golden honey warm? Every single strand so shiny and stupid-model-perfect, the way they can swoop and curl and tumble around his face like that.

And his face! She steps closer and reaches up her hands, and he's still the same perfectly polite and obliging Nate of course so he bends to meet her request. His skin is-- soft isn't quite right anymore, she used to say that, but it's-- she grins and breathes a quiet laugh to herself. Nate probably has the words for it. She could ask him, he's right here, but it doesn't feel important enough to know right now. Later, maybe. It's soft but she can feel the subtle landscape of his pores, of fine hairs 'soft' and bending under her touch across his brow, swooping down to follow the curve of his cheekbones and feeling the shifting of muscles as he smiles, as his eyes study her like she studies him. Her fingers slip down over his lips, a different soft, and she presses against them gently as she drags her touch down to his chin and the different hairs there and prickling-scratching-scraping-tickling-itching against her palms as she moves along his jaw to cradle his face in her hands.

He's beautiful. That's not news. She knew he was before, too, but now--! Now it's like the difference between having seen a picture of a painting in a book, and you know that painting is clearly well-done and it's nice to look at and all. But then you actually go to the museum and you stand in front of the painting yourself and you can see every brush stroke, can see the way the paint is layered on the canvas, can see the richness of the undertones and the brilliance of every highlight. All of those little parts that made the whole are so much more obvious now, so loud and so clear and she could stand before him for hours just soaking in the sight of him.

He smells good, too. He usually does. She gets that more now though, and maybe later she'll laughingly apologize for every time she kept insisting her cheap body sprays were a delight. (She tried spritzing one earlier and nearly retched; what used to be a sweet and fruity scent is now overwhelmingly chemical and plasticky in a way that had coated the back of her throat and had Felix howling that she looked like a funny cat video he'd seen last week.) But Nate! He smells tantalizing. She recognizes some of it, though it's all so Different now in her head, but she knows some of those things to be his moisturizer, and his fancy soap he specialty-orders, and that shampoo and conditioner with the foreign name she always makes up new ways to mispronounce, and the laundry detergent on his clothes...

She leans in and closes her eyes so she doesn't get distracted staring at his skin more as she bumps her nose against the side of his throat. Her hands drop to his shoulders to steady herself and she inhales deep, big, like a little Noelle-vacuum trying to get all his good smells inside her immediately. She hears and feels him exhale as she does, a shuddering little sigh, and his big warm hands are at her waist in the same delicate careful hold she's so used to from him. Always holding but Not Too Tight, Not Too Hard, Not Too Much. It feels featherlight now and she can't tell if he's being extra-extra careful or if she's the one Different.

Not currently important.

She inhales again, her nose against his pulse, and she can feel the beat of his heart in the rush of his blood. It's faster than it was a minute ago, and she smiles and steps in to press herself even closer to him. Every spot they touch-- even spots they don't-- feels so hot and alive and energized. The warmth of his body isn't new, but the way she can feel how alive he is? The blood moving through every little vein and artery, a little busy interstate of blood coming and going, the way she can track the ever-quickening pace of his pulse from it? The shifting of every individual muscle against her and the little prickle of something she hasn't defined yet but she's pretty sure it's something to do with emotions or-- or some sciencey shit related to them or-- whatever. He's prickly like when there's a static buildup and you know the moment you Fully Touch it's going to zap you but in that pre-touch space it's just zippy and sparky and crackly and kinda exciting.

She takes another greedy breath of him and something curls warm in her belly at the smell of him. Describing smells or tastes was never her thing, she tried doing that fancy wine tasting shit once and was just making up things because what do you MEAN it has an oak-essence from the aged barrel and oh yes I can get a hint of cardamom under my tongue and that's such bullshit it was winey and tasted winelike you morons. So she's not sure what Nate smells like, except that he's delicious. Under all the fancy shit he uses he just smells so-- so--

She makes a noise in her throat that makes Nate let out a little groan from his and the next deep breath has something more to it, and it's not exactly the same but some little animal instinct in her brain lights up with a blinking marquee that screams AROUSAL and yeah, that just feels correct. It's all instinct that has her tipping her head and pressing against him tight and parting her lips so she can drag her tongue over his racing thumping pulse and god it's like curling up in a Bubble Of Nate every single sense just so full of every part of him and it's perfect and not enough at once. She can taste that same unnamed Nate-ness with that thick syrupy tang of arousal and she presses teeth and lips to his throat and when she breathes him in it's like a haze in her nose and throat and mouth and oh that's her making that low growling noise, not him.

He's clutching at her waist, fingers pressing hard into her back to hold her close (and that's much better, she likes that, likes that he can stop being delicate with her now, can hold her as tight as he wants), and he's breathing out her name shakily. She gives another swipe of her tongue over that tempting thumping hot delicious pounding of his carotid before she pulls back enough to look up at him and demand, "Again" in a voice she hardly recognizes as her own, rough and low and hungry. "Say my name again."

He smiles, and she is almost distracted in watching how his lips stretch and shift, the twitch of muscles lifting one side playfully higher. "Noelle," he whispers, and she watches how his lips and tongue form her name.

She slides her hands from his shoulders down to press to his chest. Along the way she looks again at his throat and she is briefly distracted that where it's wet from her kisses, his skin almost seems to sparkle. She grins. "Again," she remembers, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breaths. Loud, he breathes so loud. It's nice though, like-- like the sound of the ocean, steady and whisper-soft and surrounding.

"Noelle," he obliges, his voice a little louder, not a whisper anymore, real. She presses her palms harder to his chest as she feels the vibrations there and closes her eyes. "Noelle," he purrs, and she shivers and turns her head fully so she can press her ear beside her hands, and he slides his arms around her fully. “Noelle, ya rouhi, I will say whatever you wish to hear for as long as you wish to listen,” he promises, and she can feel the way her hair shifts against her scalp, his breath on the top of her head as he must be looking down at her.

She always knew he had a pretty voice, but there’s no way to define how much— how it’s More now. A recording on a casette from a radio show versus a live concert. And it's not just that her hearing is better now, because she has heard other voices more clearly to compare against him, and his is just better in every way. Smoother but with this rumble to it that is felt more than heard, and the cadence so steady and lyrical, and—

And God, she laughs against his absurdly fancy shirt that she now properly can appreciate (even if he is a ridiculous spoiled dork with stupid fancy foreign things) because how fucking smitten is she?! Much as she’s stared at anyone or anything else since waking, she knows she’s not studied and been fascinated the way she is with Nate, and she’s definitely going to need...

To...

She lifts her head and tilts back to look up at Nate, who is watching her with the same gentle adoration he always has. She looks between his eyes, taking in exactly how the light around them reflects off the warm rich brown of them, the slope of them, the size of his pupils, every single eyelash, the little minute twitches as he looks between her eyes just the same….

“Hi,” she breathes.

His eyes crinkle with his smile. “Hi,” he replies.

She feels his voice from her fingertips to her toes. And there is nowhere else she needs to be than right here with him. Certainly not on a road. Just trying to think how coarse and filthy and stinky and hard asphalt is probably going to be against her face now, she thinks she'd much rather just stay right here and lose herself in Nate.

Can he tell what she's thinking even now? Will she learn to tell what he's thinking? He smells so good, but she can tell if she tries to really focus on it that it's... shifting. Not changing, not different, just--

He leans down further and tilts his head so that he can slot their mouths together, and she stops thinking about how he smells. All she can focus on is the press of their lips together, and the whisper-soft sound of skin-on-skin as she shifts a little to deepen the kiss. Then it's another good bubble of him, the slick curl of his tongue against hers, hot and wet and the faint but so loud feeling of bumps and texture and who cares about that honestly because the taste of him is so much more important. Similar but not exactly the same as the taste of his skin, completely indescribable except Rich and Smooth and Good, and there's this earthy almost dirt-like thing happening that she thinks must be from tea and she doesn't really like it but also she isn't hating it, at least not like this. And there's something else, too, something that pulls another little rumbly something from her throat as she chases it, focuses on it, something a little sharp and distinctly coppery.

She gives a shove against his chest and he stumbles back-- genuinely stumbles, she notices, and the sparky unnamed staticky feeling comes back as his scent gets that musky syrupy layer to it again and that makes something hot and pleasant wriggle in her belly. Her grin is wider than she meant it to be as she steps inside and closes his door behind her, stalking after him. "You know, snookums," she drawls, and it's not as light as she meant it to come out, but that's okay because his pupils are blowing out and she can hear his heartrate picking up again. "I should probably take my time really getting fully reacquainted with you and figuring out all these new signals I'm getting from you."

His smile is familiar, the one when he's in his element and he knows he's got her complete attention. She wonders if he's the inventor of Bedroom Eyes, if that sly seductive heavily lidded look over his cocky sweet smile is like patented somewhere or something. "Oh, most definitely," he agrees. "You know I am always happy to help you study. I'm yours for as long as you need."

"It's a very good thing neither of us need to worry about sleep," she realizes, pulling him close with a yank to his belt, "or exhaustion, or water breaks," she lists as she curls her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, "or snack breaks, or paperwork, or leaving marks, or--"

And she laughs into his mouth as she promptly follows her own advice and doesn't worry about anything else. For a while.

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tagging my lovely lineup (and please remember you can always ask anytime to be add or removed): @lovetriangleroute @blu-ewraith @agentnatesewell @mornynge @thee-morrigan @kurczakmarty @xx-toto-xx @ohmypawsandwhiskers @nevira-names @orianaquinn @loreofyore @lalizah

[turtleybeachin]

okay but no i may write it out proper at some point in the meantime it's important you all know.

noelle shrinks One Inch when becoming a vampire.

she goes into it SUPER counting on and confident she'll have a growth spurt. she's so pumped up. she's doing the "i got my eyes on you" gesture at everyone she sees in the agency like NEXT TIME YOU SEE ME MAYBE YOU'LL BE THE PIPSQUEAK. she's already got a new Tall Person wardrobe planned.

she's so confident she demands elidor measure her height against the doorframe and make a mark so after her change he can measure her again and she can see how big she got and have that proof and that like visual evidence she can be like wow i was THAT small.

insert whatever the process is here however long or painful or whatever.

next time she gets up she skips over to the doorframe again she has felix there as Her Witness she's SO arrogant you guys. she doesn't feel taller but she KNOWS it's gonna be at LEAST a few inches maybe she's just already adapted but this will be SO GOOD be ready with the camera felix.

she stands there all big and proud and elidor measures her and makes a mark and huffs a little not-quite-laugh and she's like HOW MUCH?! and he's like "one inch."

and she's like FUCK THAT'S IT? ONLY AN INCH TALLER?!

and elidor goes "☝ Shorter actually."

Felix has the whole thing on video her crash out is iconic the doorframe becomes a Unit Bravo photo op everyone in the agency gets in on the bit and there are high chairs and baby-proofing fences and potty-training toddler toilets and stepladders all over the facility.

[serenpedac]

happy yael birthday!!!!

i hope she has a very nice day ^^

Thank you and she definitely had! What better way to spend a birthday than being surrounded by people she cares about?

[serenpedac]

happy birthday to my beloved, darling yael!! how is she celebrating her birthday this year? if she could be anywhere doing anything with anyone(s), what would she do? 💕 🎉 (~agentnatesewell)

Thank you for asking, darling Mar!

I'm going to more or less stick with the fic, so she will have a picnic with her friends, including Unit Bravo. Before that, Tina and Nate come over to help her with preparations. Nothing fancy, just some fruit salad and homemade lemonade and such. Haley joins them with delicious pastries. She also usually makes a birthday cake, but this year, Farah surprises her by popping up at the bakery to help and she suggests decorated cupcakes. Many coloured sprinkles and heaps of edible glitter are involved.

Rebecca will also make an appearance, but it's anyone's guess whether she will show up while the preparations are ongoing, or will join the picnic itself. Yael is just happy she drops by.

Later, Nate will suggest they go on a walk through the forest, while the others take care of cleaning up. They will end at the Warehouse, where a romantic dinner is waiting for the two of them, thanks to the rest of UB for setting it up according to Nate's instructions (the food was prepared beforehand).

If she could be doing anything, she would like to spend a weekend doing a city trip with Nate. They stay at a fancy historical hotel and visit interesting museums and admire architecture. And, most importantly, they will enjoy getting to spend time together <3

[serenpedac]

stages of intimacy [7] for nate x yael or [29] for nate x yael x morgan, please 🥰 (no pressure at all! 💕) (~agentnatesewell)

Thank you so much for sending, wonderful Mar! ❤️ I went for [07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left. for Yael and Nate.

This was written on my phone, so please ignore any spelling issues or weird phrasing. (Also, let's not think too hard about the melting rate or logistics of loose ice cubes in a cooler. I just wanted them to have some fun with ice cubes)

From these prompts (still open for prompts, though it will take me a while to get to it)

Rating: mature (minors dni)

Pairing: Yael/Nate

Words: ~800

Warnings: none

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Yael takes one of the few remaining bottles of soda from the cooler to press it against her cheek. The water clinging to it---a combination of condensation and the layer of water left by ice cubes that have mostly melted by now---is cool against her heated skin. Remnants of the day's heat linger, even after the sun has set, and the effort of tidying the picnic place left her flushed. A few rivulets run down her neck and she lets out a content sigh.

"Did you enjoy your birthday, rouhi?" Nate joins her, placing a couple of folded picnic blankets on the table.

"Very much so."

"I'm glad..." His voice trails off as his eyes wander to her neck and lower, where droplets of water continue to roll down to the low-cut neckline of her dress.

It's not the first time she has felt his gaze cling to her this evening, far from it. It's not even the first time he has leaned down to brush his lips to the corner of her mouth, the hinge of her jaw in a whisper of a kiss. It is the first time that there's no Tina to wiggle her eyebrows suggestively, or Morgan to roll her eyes and make a lewd comment.

Pulling him closer with her free hand, she drops the bottle back in the cooler. "But it's not over yet, is it?" She smiles as she curves against him.

The sound of his throaty laugh has heat coursing through her. And really, she thought she would have had enough of that by now, after a hot and summery day like today, but this heat is nothing like the sun's scalding rays. No, this is something that curls in her stomach, sultry and slow, languorous like a summer evening.

"It is not," he agrees and she's already tilting her head up for another kiss when he reaches beyond her for the... the cooler?

Nate's nose wrinkles a little as he moves his hand through the sludge, but the expression turns into one of triumph when he emerges with a half-melted ice cube. He flicks the water from his hand and, holding the ice cube between his fingers, brings it to her neck.

Yael shivers in anticipation.

She shivers again when the ice touches her neck. Cold, cold, cold. The heat low in her stomach burns all the hotter in response. She tilts her head and the trail continues down, following the rivulets of water from before. Smooth, cold ice and the tips of Nate's long fingers leave her a mess of goosebumps and coiling heat. He brushes the dip of her clavicle, where her heart beats. (He likes that point, she has found, likes to linger there with kisses and caresses, leaving love bites that she barely tries to hide the next morning.)

She grinds against his thigh, wedged so solidly between her legs, the fabric of her dress shifting up and---

A sudden slide of cold down her sternum has her gasp.

Nate is looking at her cleavage with a sheepish expression. "Sorry, it... slipped."

"And you're usually so good with wetness and your fingers, like, you know..." She shakes her head, unable to express the joke that must be in there, somewhere.

Despite her fumbled words that really aren't all that funny, Nate laughs and she does too, fishing between her breasts to find the ice cube she can feel being trapped between fabric and skin. It slithers around, evading capture by melting rapidly.

"I believe it's gone," she declares in a grave voice. In the moonlight, she can just make out the damp spots on the front of her dress.

"A tragedy," Nate says, his voice equally grave, though his lips quirk with a smile. "Allow me to try again?" He lets his forefinger drift over the swell of her breasts. It's not all that hard to guess what he has in mind and, leaning against the table, she hums her approval.

The cord at the top of her dress is undone with a quick pull and then his hands are on her breasts, the bodice pulled down. The sensation of warm skin against warm skin lasts only a breath or two before he withdraws to take another ice cube.

A low noise escapes her when he uses it to circle a nipple, the sound turning to a full moan when he rolls her other nipple between his fingers. Sparks skitter down her spine, hot and cold melting together until all she feels is want, want, want.

By the time they leave the picnic place, there's not a single ice cube left.

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Note: The dress I imagine for Yael is kind of like this one

[sosolenoo]

Artfight n°4 for @crownleys

Kira and Nat 🥰

[thee-morrigan]

5, 8 and 22 for Leila and Morgan? But no pressure 💕

(ship asks)

thank you, Seren! 🥰

5. what visions or hopes do they have for their relationship

while I don't think either of them is necessarily thinking intentionally in the long-term as such quite yet, I think leila can imagine a future for them much more readily than morgan can, mostly centered on a relationship (however they might choose to define it) that's secure enough that she never has to wonder whether morgan is truly choosing her. morgan’s hopes are much less clearly articulated (including to herself lol); for a long time, they amount mostly to wanting there to keep being more time with leila.

8. are they naturally compatible or do they make an effort to try and understand the other

hmm…I think this one is both a yes and a no. while especially at first, they both had to make a Concerted Effort (and only one of them—ahem, leila—actually *cared* about trying to understand the other at first lmao), I do think they are fairly compatible in maybe more subtle ways? at the very least, I think their general personalities and outlooks are *complementary* and—as trite as it probably sounds—bring out some of the best in each other.

22. what is the one thing they would change about their partner and the one thing they would keep

okay, this feels a bit like a cop-out of an answer, but leila would obviously love to change how much morgan's hypersenses affect her. other than that...the smoking, probably. as for keeping: morgan's fierce loyalty, no question. that was one of the qualities that stood out to leila earliest on, and is one of the things that intrigued her enough to make her reconsider her initial (less admiring) perceptions of morgan. I feel like morgan's answers are a bit two sides of the same coin. she thinks leila should prioritize herself/her own happiness over constantly putting everyone else's needs/wants above her own (and she's not wrong tbh). but on the other hand, I do think she admires how deeply leila cares for others (even if she doesn't always understand it or think it's warranted in some cases).

[lalizah]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles - Mishka Jenkins Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Female Detective/Mason (The Wayhaven Chronicles), Rebecca/Rook (The Wayhaven Chronicles) Characters: Ava du Mortain, Elizabeth Langford, Mason (The Wayhaven Chronicles), Nathaniel “Nate” Sewell, Farah Hauville, Rebecca (The Wayhaven Chronicles), Rook (The Wayhaven Chronicles), Agent Chana Additional Tags: Necromancy, Reunion, Mother/Daughter angst Summary:

“I can’t hear her.” He swallows. “Can’t hear her heartbeat.”

He rubs his mouth with a shaking hand before raking it through his hair. Unshed tears line his eyes; he turns away from the rest of them without another word, disappearing deep into the forest until the trees swallow him whole.

None of them dare meet each other’s eyes. Ava folds her arms, her fingers digging into her arms until her knuckles turn white. Nate wraps an arm around Farah, but the smile he’d forced onto his face falters beneath the weight of their failure.

Farah turns to Ava, her eyes silently pleading for an answer. Her brows furrow in uncertainty, only giving a defeated shake of her head.

They can do nothing but wait.

[thee-morrigan]

I get along without you very well (except sometimes)

attachment theory, chapter 23 The Wayhaven Chronicles Nate Sewell/Holland Townsend rated M

excerpt:

But now, with the week dragging on, she found herself missing him. The realization had crept up on her slowly, like a shadow inching across a wall. She missed the sound of his laugh, and the way he would hum to himself when he was working. She missed the way he would reach for her without looking up from his book, his fingers finding hers with the unconscious ease of habit.

And that, more than anything, was what had her on edge. She was used to being alone; she had been for the better part of her life, in one way or another. And yet, in the span of a few months, she'd apparently gotten so used to his presence that she was no longer sure, now, how to fill the space without him.

read it on ao3

[serenpedac]

Yesterday, I went to a jazz club for the first time in my life and it was so much fun!

[lilyoffandoms]

Hi! From the cute romance asks, 7, 8 and 18 for Sai and Nate?

Bless you for this ask!!

7. How fast did they get together once they realized their feelings? How long did it take them to realize it?

Sai made mistakes in his past with romance and he’s determined to not make them again. So he says how he feels right away. However, he is hella slow at realizing how it actually feels because he will talk himself out of believe it could possibly be true.

8. What kind of space do you image for them if they’re able to live together?

lol considering their vastly different styles when it comes to living spaces I image it would be weird if Sai actually cared enough to really have an opinion. Sai would not care what the space looked like as long as he was able to keep his workout equipment and weird eclectic art collection he’d not care what else was done. I imagine their place would be very similar to what Nate has done around the warehouse with one or two rooms that are very much Sai’s style.

18. Quick! Their partner(s) birthday is today and they need to get a last minute gift because the actual present got delayed in shipping! What do they get and from where do they get it at?

He would wrap a piece of paper that showed or explained what it is he got Nate and would then plan a quiet night together in the library picking out poetry books they’d take turns reading together (all of his would be rather steamy hehe).

Nate would probably pull strings through the agency to ensure it got there on time but if not, he would do something cheesy and sappy romantic for Sai because Sai secretly eats that shit up (after his immense embarrassment over someone wanting to do that for him lol).

[from this ask game]

[nevira-names]

question: has anyone made id card templates for the wayhaven detectives?

i know i could make one if i just. locked in. but i was curious

[asukatoshipiled]

💕 2, 14 and 36 from the ship asks for Elliana and Morgan?

HII TYSM FOR ASKINGG :))

2- how do they weaken and strengthen each other

after spending more and more time with morgan elliana started seeing herself as worthy more. it’s so cute to me because because of morgan elliana learned to put herself first more and even if she doesn’t realize it, she’s a lot happier this way

because of elliana morgan smiles more i think because in my humble opinion it’s impossible to be around elliana and not smile your ass off lmfaoo

also they both subconsciously think they are each other’s weakness (it is true)

14- did they ever have to sacrifice for their relationship and what was their sacrifice

they both refuse to specify their relationship so im not sure?? maybe that’s the sacrifice LMFAOO,, oh elliana does prioritize her relationship with unit bravo to her relationship with rebecca so maybe that counts as a sacrifice??

36- do they believe they are worthy of the other's love or not and why is that

NOPE lmfao thats like the main reason elliana still hadn’t confessed to morgan properly, she thinks morgan deserves someone who’s a lot more wild and not hesitant and scared as she is

morgan is in deep denial but i also think she thinks elliana deserves better deep down but also doesn’t want to let her go :((

[hopewiseman]

From the ship asks, 6, 33 and 49 for a couple of your choosing?

ty for asking seren!!! i'm going to answer for kent x elle because i miss them and have been thinking about them a lot <3

(questions from here)

6- in what ways do they complement and complete each other

kent and elle both share a very action-focused approach to life: they both believe that impact matters more than intent and that someone should be judged based on the effects of their actions rather than the content of their thoughts. they're both rather self-confident but share a morbid tinge to their humour. they both primarily show their love through action, so when kent struggles with verbally expressing her feelings for her and instead does something for her, elle sees those actions and understands them.

one difference that adds a particularly fun energy to their dynamic is that kent is (almost-)completely shameless, but elle has terminal foot-in-mouth disease the instant she enters a slightly awkward situation and dies of mortification about 5 times a day. kent doesn't laugh at her but he does get that little mouth-corner-twinge and slight smile that shows that he's laughing at her internally.

33- do they give and take from each other almost equally or is there an inequality

i think it's fairly equal. they give and take from each other in different ways and at different times. their partnership is incredibly solid, so they're good at recognizing that there are times when one of them needs more support (and therefore needs to take) than the other (who therefore needs to give more). but it's not a permanent situation.

it looks to others like kent takes more than he gives to elle, but that's just because elle is more verbally expressive than kent, whereas kent is more likely to give in subtle ways that are less obvious to people outside of their relationship. elle is also prone to more obvious physical gestures in the relationship than kent is: kent is more of a subtle hand touch kind of person, whereas elle is more likely to hug him in front of someone else. and, while elle doesn't gloat or brag about what she does for kent, she is more likely to mention to another person what things she does for him, whereas kent just... does the things and then never talks about it again.

so it's not that there isn't equal give-and-take, or that elle feels taken advantage of (like i mentioned earlier, elle understands that kent is this way and she feels incredibly loved by him), but the optics can be different (i think nick in particular is incredibly skeptical in the beginning of their relationship, but even he eventually understands that his first impression was not the truth)

49- what is the most difficult thing they had to go through together and how did that affect them

with regards to canon events, i can't really talk about this in depth because of patreon demo spoilers. they both have their own challenging experiences through the course of the game (and they have to deal with the fallout post-game), but their relationship honestly becomes stronger as they try to support each other through those experiences. you can't always fix what someone else is going through, but you can learn how to best support them through those challenges, and i think they both really try to do that post-game

(i still haven't decided if they have kids, but if they do have kids, then the non-canon answer is the really rough time they go through around the unexpected pregnancy. neither of them is coping well, neither of them is communicating effectively. what elle needs is incompatible with what kent needs. they have to struggle to figure out how to balance those competing needs and their differences in communication - since they rarely fight, honestly, so they've not really had to figure that out before - during an incredibly stressful time, but they do end up pulling through it)

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11, 18 and 47 for Sai and Mason? 💕

waaaah thank you for asking about my boyyyyyyyy~ you're very good to me seren 💕 ask from this meme, still open!

11- is there anything they keep hidden for themselves and refuse to share with the other

I don't think so, not in such a... nefarious and selfish sounding way? Mason has parts of his past he keeps close to his chest, but Sai respects that some things are just very personal in various ways and he doesn't really take Offense. He's honored with anything Mason does open up about and doesn't push on things he doesn't.

And Sai is sort of an open book, so anything he hasn't shared it's just because it hasn't come up or he... doesn't see the purpose? Like he worries about 'bothering' or 'burdening' people with his emotional baggage so anything he does keep to himself it's only because he sees no reason to 'trauma dump'.

In more physical senses, I don't think so. Anything they keep to themselves it's because the other party doesn't want to share in it (likely because of their individual needs. Sai can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke, Mason has his hypersenses that get constantly overstimulated, that sort of limitation.)

18- how do they disturb or challenge each other

Ohhhh. This is stuff I intend to share more in some WIPs that forever haunt my various files and folders.

But Mason really pushes Sai to be both more "selfish" and more honest with people. Sai is a sweetheart but to an unhealthy extreme; he puts everyone else's needs and feelings above his own, always. It doesn't matter if something will hurt or upset him if it will make someone else happy (see Rebecca), he'll keep silent about his own physical ailments if someone else has it worse (book 4 will be a breaking point for this), he will suffer in silence rather than make some else feel unwelcome (see Bobby).

And Mason fucking hates that because he's so hyper-aware OF that discrepancy between the mask he presents and what's happening behind it. He can feel and see all the little micro-expressions or the signals of his body's hormones and nervous system and he KNOWS that Sai is angry or hurting or miserable despite the very convincing smiling calm mask. So he really starts pushing Sai to fucking own it and be honest with himself and everyone else. To say when he's overworked and to tell Bobby to back the fuck up out of his personal space and to tell Rebecca she was a shit mother and they can't just pretend that didn't happen.

On the flip side, I think Sai really pushes Mason to reconnect with softer feelings and his lost optimism. I think he kind of challenges Mason's definition of strength, too; he is physically not very capable, and he's a disaster in most fights. But he also will carry the weight of strangers' grief and fear on his shoulders and push himself beyond his limits to do everything he Can to help and to comfort everyone in need. I think Mason forgets that fragile stupid little humans can be strong in ways that aren't just brute strength.

47- what are their fights like? how intense is it? how do they go on about apologizing

their fights are always initiated by Mason and fueled primarily by him, for the Above Reasons. Sai will not stand up for himself and he won't speak up about things, so if anyone is going to Start Shit it's Mason.

I think they spark up fast and hot and sizzle out very abruptly, because it's hard to fight with someone who just.... shrinks in on himself and apologizes and won't give anything back, you know? Whether Mason apologizes eventually depends on whether he thinks he was in the wrong (see the Bakery Fight in book 3 versus like, a fight I can imagine between them that's about Sai not sticking up for himself that ironically involves Sai still not sticking up for himself).

If he DOES think he was in the wrong, Mason's shown that he tends to realize it within a day or two and will own up to that at the next opportunity. If he doesn't though, like with the "you need to fucking stand up for yourself" probable fight? .... No apologies, though he may try to more calmly argue his point later if Sai is being Weird about the whole thing. (Generally though, Sai is fairly good at working through his shit thanks to therapy, and he's more likely to just sit with the feelings and analyze his behaviors too much and not be Weird so much as just Processing.)

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From the ship asks, 5, 25 and 37 for Pierre and Felix?

what visions or hopes do they have for their relationship

Felix just dreams of forever, in whatever shape that might be. Pierre ... I think Pierre would like to get married. [Which is news to me!] He would be hesitant to bring it up though, unless Felix mentions it. I think he would like to move in together. He wouldn't want to seperate Felix from his family so he would put up with living with Mason. But if Felix was down with living together, Pierre would feel more comfortable with getting a cat. Someone to be home when he's not around. Though, yes, Felix has their own busy schedule but likely not as much during down times.

how would they fill in the blank in the sentence "my partner is my ---" if they are not allowed to use the word 'lover' or anything of sorts

Pierre: Light, Best friend.

Felix: Babe, friend, hero which is funny considering Pierre chose Sanja

what is the base on which their relationship is built on

Humor; having fun together. Mutual trust. A quiet, fierce protectiveness of what they love.

thanks for the ask, pumpkin!

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