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March, Fields of Mistria | reader insert
Headlock | Fluff | Complete
Summery | Anxiety on an all time high, you confront March during his work. Taking the step forward to make him yours, you request for him to join you to attend the Shoot Star Festival with you. Will he accept? or will he turn you down as he has with any other attempt to bond?
Sunkissed | Fluff | Complete
Summery | A flustered March get's accused of earning his fair share of sunburns, in reality, it may be a mixture of minor burns along with his inevitable embarrassment.
Winter Nights Smile | Fluff | Complete
Summery | Out of all the familiar faces, March would notice somebody important missing. That being you, of course. Only to find you left alone freezing your ass off outside.
Content & Warnings: Mermaid trafficking (sorta?), imprisonment, description of fish and eating, flustered March, awkward conversation about mermaid anatomy but no particular descriptions, in my au mermaids don’t need to wear tops
Summary: As March comes to visit you again, you notice him reacting strangely whenever he looks at you
You take back what you said about the tank not being too small; it was absolutely cramped. Just a few days of sitting in it was enough to make you ache for a change of space. The walls began to feel like they were closing in around you, and you started to get this itch under your skin. To try and break up the feeling, you attempted all sorts of positions; some partially in the water and some fully in it; limbs in all directions. It placated you for a time.
But you had so much of it.
When the warm boy returned below deck, you were immediately at the edge of your tank to greet him. He didn’t seem surprised anymore. In fact, he seemed more… shy? You weren’t sure how to explain it, but his behavior looked more docile.
Rising further out of the water to squint at him, you saw his eyes go down and then shift away. His cheeks turned a shade similar to coral.
You brought your chin to your collarbone to try and see what he was seeing. There was just smooth skin all the way from your throat to your scales. Bringing your head back up, you took the sea star color of his face as an indicator of hitting the mark.
“You know our anatomy is different from humans, right?”
Nodding and grabbing a fresh fish, he continued to look flustered.
Huffing out some air, you crossed your arms and rested your chin on them. “I’m aware that your species has some… discrepancies about how certain people should dress, but it’s different for us.”
The soft words seemed to ease him a bit, and he looked up at you before gently setting a fish in the water. Now that you had his attention, you brushed your hair back over your shoulders. Your bare chest looked like it could have belonged to any male human, with the exception of it being completely skin; nothing else.
“We lay eggs.” You told him. “We are part mammal but our physiology is different, so some of our human half takes after the fish half. Just like with our fins and gills.” You flared and flapped the aforementioned appendages for extra effect. He seemed to get the gist of it.
“I-I know.” He stuttered. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” You were quick to respond. “Just tell me your name.”
That caught him off-guard.
“What?”
You grabbed the fish from his limp hand. “You can tell me your name since you’re sorry.” You garbled through a mouthful of food. He relaxed, and turned back to his task of putting the food in your tank. It seemed to distract him, or make him lost in thought. The water reflected back in his eyes as he stared at it with wonder.
“March.” He said softly, resting his hands on the rim.
“Hmm?” You drew closer.
“March.” He repeated, testing the sound in his mouth. “That’s my name.”
What a lovely name.
“And yours?” He asked, leaning close into you. It drew you in.
“Well,” you began slowly. “It’s kind of hard to say in your common tongue, but it’s-“
A gargle of wet, congested noises came out of your mouth. He blanched, mouth agape, as he struggled to process what you had just said.
“I’m sorry?” He squeaked. You laughed; pure and alight.
“It’s okay.” You sweetly reassured, waving backwards to stretch your arms out. “You can just call me-“
A more intelligible answer strew out between your lips, and March smiled. It was much easier than the first one.
“Right,” he rested a palm on his forehead. “You live underwater. Of course things sound different under there.”
“Yeah.” You nodded, briefly dunking under the water to do a tiny backwards flip before breaching the surface again. “They look different as well. Colors are a lot more vibrant up here.”
“Like what?”
You eyed his not-purple hair.
“Well, like-“
“Silversmith!” A voice barked through the entrance that had just been yanked open. “The deck needs swabbin’, so get to swabbin’!” The hatch closed.
“I thought ‘March’ was your name.”
“It is.” He said hurriedly, raising his hands. “‘Silversmith’ is my last name.”
“How does that make sense?” You asked him, completely aware of the current limited time you had.
“It-“
“Silversmith!”
“I have to go.”
You hung your head. He seemed to be just as dismal about it as you.
“Promise you’ll explain tomorrow?” You asked, drawing close to him again. He stuck his hand out with the tiny finger extended.
“I promise, as long as you do the same.” He said, and you wrapped your two farthest fingers around the one and shook.
“I will.”
“Alright then,” he pulled away, and you ached to go with him. “Wait for me.”
You made a pained smile as you submerged most of your body. He left the room. You were alone once again. It was just you, the fresh fish carcasses, and the insurmountable passage of time.
Content & Warnings: guards being creepy like in canon, some things and phrases are rewritten due to poor memory and to make this a new experience, slight pining, flirting from Balor, “sweetheart” and “my dear” are used
Summary: While traveling through the alleyways, two creepy guards get in your way. What happens when an infamous wizard-merchant shows up and saves you?
Music for mood
The two guards leered in front of you.
“Look at that, I think she’s scared.” One grinned widely, nudging the other with his elbow.
“Such a cute little mouse.” The second chuckled as he leaned farther into your space. His mustache twitched like the whiskers of a cat. The first one’s pupils widened as if he was about to pounce. You quailed under the way their predatory demeanor imposed upon your individual.
They encroached further, and you shut your eyes, but before either of them could do anything, a voice appeared behind you.
“There you are Sweetheart.”
It was deep and smooth. Handsome, if you were being bold. But most importantly, it sounded safe.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The voice cooed. A warm hand placed itself on your right shoulder. The weight was comforting, but not overbearing. As you peered over to the left, you saw blue hair frame a charming face. A dark, slightly blue cloak covered the body belonging to it.
The guards didn’t seem the slightest bit happy about this man ruining their game of cat and mouse. The one with the mustache opened his mouth.
“Hey,” he barked “we were-“
The mysterious stranger flicked a finger up. The guard’s mouth immediately shut itself.
“And I thought all the guards in this area were supposed to be at the parade.” The man said suavely, propping his hand against his hip. The curve of his mouth indicated amusement, but as you examined his eyes, you could see the indignation behind them. Almost subconsciously, you leaned into him. His warmth seeped into your side.
“W-we were just patrolling the alleyways to make sure they were safe!” The clean-shaven one told him in an attempt to save face. All your rescuer did was smirk.
“Well if irony equalled money, I’d be rich!” He said, giving you a smile. It was sweeter than the ones he gave them. More genuine. “Are you ready to get out of here, my dear?”
Wrapping your arm under his and placing a hand on his bicep, you shyly nodded. The two guards sneered, but as you started walking, the man formed a barrier between you and them. Resisting the urge to look behind you out of fear, you squeezed his arm a little tighter.
“Don’t worry,” he said softly but confidently, bringing his face closer. “I won’t leave you until I get you to your destination safely.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you focused on your steps to make sure they didn’t falter.
“I have to let you know though,” he continued. A pretty green earring dangled in your peripheral vision. “I’m being followed.”
You froze up. It was only thanks to your hold on him that you kept moving forward. Quickly glancing back, you saw dark shapes that vaguely resembled humans trailing not too far behind.
“Don’t look back.” He told you, and you listened immediately. The walls beside you closed in a little. Your breathing started to pick up as you tightened your grip around him. “No need to be scared.” He comforted, quickening the pace you were walking at. “I’m an expert in these things.”
You sacrificed the focus of your feet in front of you to look up at him. All he did in turn was reassure you with a charismatic smile. He seemed confident. He seemed he knew what he was talking about. And even on the off-chance he was lying, he chose to save you from those guards, and that counted for something. So, you decided to trust him.
“Okay.” You whispered, turning back in front of you to the narrowing path. There were shadow men there now too. You froze up again.
“This way.” He ushered, and you sharply turned right into an even tighter alleyway. You didn’t look back this time, but you could sense the strange beings squeezing in behind you. They were getting closer. Yet, when you glanced at the stranger’s pleasant face, he didn’t seem fazed at all. His eyes glittered like the pretty emerald gems he wore on his ears, but he acted as if he weren’t in some form of mortal danger right now.
More dark figures blocked your path straight ahead. They approached quickly. There was nowhere to go. You were trapped. It took all your willpower to not become completely paralyzed.
“Hold on tight.”
You barely did it in time.
“Wha-“
You ascended directly into the air.
Up, up, up you went. The ground disappeared beneath you, leaving a river of shadows to grasp at the echoes of your presence. A drawn out gasp of wonder breathed out of you as surrounding buildings came into view. The bright colors and loud music of the parade appeared, and it took the rest of your breath away.
Wind continued to brush down against you, but slowed into a gentle caress as you reach the height of your journey. Two hands expertly grabbed your own.
“Spread your arms out.” He told you, and you did. For just a moment, you seemed frozen midair. “Now walk.” He guided, already making the motions with his legs.
Swallowing your fears and replacing them entirely with amazement, you tried to do as he told and swung one foot in front of the other. If felt like walking, but at the same time it felt like gliding through air. Even from high up, you could tell your path trailed swiftly behind you. As the main street came closer and closer, you slowly descended to the ground. The delightful sounds of the crowd became clear, and it was almost like a piano playing you a lovely melody.
A warm chest pressed up against your shoulder and brought your head down from the clouds. The voice that belonged to it allowed itself to take residence beside your ear.
“You’re a natural.” He praised, loosening his hold on your hands until only his fingers were curled over your own. “You’re doing such a good job.”
Heat flooded your cheeks, and you were glad he was partially behind you. Feeling the need to say something overcame you, but your nerves trumped it and shut your mouth closed.
Finally lowering to one side of the street, you came down beside the building of your destination and gracefully stepped onto the railing and into the second story balcony. The hand in yours gently held on a little longer while you turned around and looked up at him. His dark cloak draped over his figure and he raised your knuckles near his face.
“Don’t worry about my assailants.” He told you, hunching over like a bird on a fence. “I’ll draw them off. You head inside and stay in there for a while, okay?”
Mesmerized by the enchanting look in his eyes, you let out a soft “okay” while his hand slipped out of yours.
Flicking his arm out, he gave you a wink.
“That’s my girl.” He appraised in adoration, flying backwards with the aid of magical wind. The flash of his necklace was the last thing your eyes saw before he descended out of view.
A light feeling filled your chest and you inclined over the edge to catch sight of him. It was of no use, however. He was gone.
Taking in a deep breath, the air felt mystical in its stillness around you. It felt surreal. Or like that same magic you just experienced made up all its parts. That strange sensation coursed through your limbs and into your lungs. It was a calling for more. To feel more. To experience more.
To experience him more.
You already had a fairly good idea of who he was. Every person in town spoke of the magical merchant who, whenever he came across a beautiful girl, would take her heart to sell it. For some reason, those stories never scared you. Maybe because you knew they were just that; stories. Regardless, the thrill of your tiny adventure was just a taste of something greater, and you knew that was part of the essence of who Balor really was, among many other things. He was as charming as they say, but he was also compassionate and reassuring. He was kind. He promised journeys untold and mysteries unbound.
Ugh, "There you are sweetheart" is such a sweet line. Acting not as a stranger, but as someone far more significant to tell others off. I loved that line in the movie. "The voice cooed" ugh… Balor… though you may not have a voice- I always heard something similar to Howl for you in my head- this scene is perfect. The reader leaning into him is so subtle, n' sweet too.
“You’re a natural.” He praised, loosening his hold on your hands until only his fingers were curled over your own. “You’re doing such a good job.” <- This? Perfection.
"he was also compassionate and reassuring. He was kind." He sure is, and I'll die for it. Ugh.
"That's my girl" <- has me swooning, reading it from Balor??? Please. Your writing never fails to get me all excited!! I anticipate your next fic!! I'm afraid to say you're making me fall further for Balor than anticipated. I adore march, but, ugh... Balor is so smooth. Love a man good with his words.
Contents & Warnings: Love letters, pickpocketing, Balor teases reader a bit, nervous reader, lots and lots of blushing, incredibly flustered Balor, fluffy and romantic, love confessions, kissing
Summary: After heading into town on Valentine’s Day with a love letter in your pocket, a certain merchant shows up with the mischievous intent of making you flustered
Balor’s sleight of hand abilities were inspired by the screenshot from this post!
Your heart pitter-pattered as you folded the cream-colored paper and pressed it into three folds. Two creases marked the sheet and delicately closed it in a manner you could only hope appeared formal. You debated illustrating tiny hearts on the fragile paper, but thought better of it. The heart inside your chest was already racing from the effort to eloquently construct the letter. It didn’t need some frivolous thing added to make it burst.
Placing your hand below your collarbone, you willed the organ to calm itself and slow the hot rush of blood to your cheeks. In fact, your entire body felt hot. The date was Spring 14, your second year in Mistria, but despite the dewy weather it was today’s holiday that made you flush all over at the merest thought of heading into town. You could picture it already.
Approaching Louis’ stall and passing by countless others, you would spot that lustrous blue hair. As Balor turned to look at you with his jewel eyes and flirtatious smile he always gave you-
Well, let’s just say your heart would surely give out. Although, maybe if you were lucky, you would faint into his arms. And, ah- it seemed your face felt even hotter than before at that thought. Thinking about Balor was the one sure fire way to do that to you, no matter what it was. Still, you had a goal in mind. A goal you were going to see through.
Lightly slapping your cheeks to stifle your nerves, you left your cabin to enter your beloved town. Immediately, decorations of pink, red and white crept into your vision. Garlands were strewn over posts and beams, strung across walls and vendor tables. As if the Priestess herself was smiling down upon the town and gracing it, perfect pink petals danced through the air and twirled around your feet.
Crossing through the first level of shops and townsfolk, you shyly waved to a few select people and tentatively walked up the hard, stone steps. They clacked underneath your shoes; sending tremors of terror up your spine. It froze you up and made your muscles stiffen as you approached Louis’ familiar stall.
Balor wasn’t there.
Swiveling like a slow ballroom dancer, your eyes scanned the town center and sought out the blue hair that enraptured your soul.
An echo of a step came from behind you and the whisper of a touch caressed your waist. It swept you around and brought you to the face your heart ached to see. Wind swirled around you and lifted up Balor’s cloak in a picture-perfect scene; framing everything in the beautiful morning light and making his eyes twinkle like gems as he looked at you.
Your heart immediately soared and leapt out of your chest; landing in his gorgeous jeweled hands to keep forever. He stood so close to you and yet not close enough. He drew you in like a magnet and yet felt like he was a thousand miles away. He looked at you like you were the only sight to behold for a millennium, and yet broke his entrancing eye contact to glance upon something else.
Your breath hitched.
His right hand was gracefully resting on the side of his hip, flashing his elegant rings, but it was the state of his left hand that froze your senses and stopped the air from coursing through your lungs. In his slender fingers he held a small, folded, cream-colored piece of paper, which he looked at rather fondly.
“My my,” his charming voice blessed your ears. “a letter on this special day? Whatever could it be for?”
He was teasing you as he said it. You knew he was. He could see the way your face flushed and your fingers twiddled when you saw it in his hand. The way your gaze casted downwards and your knees awkwardly bent inward. It made his smile grow delightfully mischievous and increased his intrigue about the little thing he nicked from your pocket.
Taking to holding it with both hands now, Balor flipped open the letter just to see your eyes widen at the action. “Let’s see what eloquent words of romance our darling farmer has fabricated, hmm?” he winked while he said it, and your voice utterly failed you as you tried to verbalize a protest. All that came out was a nervous squeak, and it flamed the fire in your face even further at his reaction.
Yes, you wrote that letter for him to read, but not like this. Not in front of you.
“‘Your eyes bewitched me upon the day we first met’.” Balor began reading, relishing in the way you squeezed your eyes shut. “‘and since then I have not known another feeling as this that plagues me. It snakes around my heart and squeezes it tight, much like the way I wish you to hold me in your arms and claim me yours forever’.” His eyes flicked towards yours in a moment of amusement. Much like in the flowery poetry, you felt that same pressure in your chest threaten to constrict you. “‘I hold the deepest affections for you. My soul aches when I am without you’.” His eyebrows twitched, and the confidence in his voice wavered. Then, as if shaking it off, he continued normally. “‘I am set alight when I see you on those wonderful mornings, like we are the only two people in the world. When it rains, I sorrow you are not there’.” You gripped the fabric at your legs. He gave another wink. “‘And most of all, when you smile at me, when you wave at me and call my name from your cart’-“ his voice cut off. The letter crumpled a tad in his grasp and a pink tinge sprouted on his cheeks. As if he had just witnessed a ghost, Balor finished the line in a whisper of whispers. “‘I concede to the fact that you’ve stolen my heart, though it was always yours to begin with’.”
At last, the letter fell, baring its words for all to behold, the final part reading out clearly to you.
‘I love you’.
Haggardly taking a step back, Balor covered his mouth. A gorgeous red blush graced his face all the way up to the tips of his ears. He seemed to be utterly undone at the prose of your writing; indicated by the quiver in his hand and the furrow of his brow. It overcame his charm and turned him into a shy young man who could barely look you in the eyes as he realized that every word, every line, was an undying confession of how deeply you felt for him. How deeply you needed him and his embrace. How deeply you profoundly craved to be his.
A deep silence draped over the two of you. Neither wanted to be the one to say something and break the loud quiet, for you were both impossibly flustered at that point. You, for him reading the letter aloud in front of you. Him, for realizing how much you loved him.
“Balor?” You timidly spoke.
When you uttered his name with your tongue, he gasped; palm falling from his face. It revealed more of that lovely scarlet complexion. Fingers twitching, he clutched his cloak and attempted to hide his face again with an arm.
Braving the emotions spiraling within you, you took a step forward and gently moved the limb down. He submitted, allowing the action to once again reveal his reddening features. Taking his hand in yours, you interlaced your fingers and looked at him with hope. It was an endless hope that this all meant something. That something might come out of this.
When he eagerly clenched your hand in his, it sparked elation inside your chest.
“Balor…” you breathed. This time, it wasn’t a question. It was an answer.
Eyelashes brushing his ruby cheeks, he dipped his head down and brought your knuckles up to meet his lips. Sweetly, tenderly, he kissed them before turning your hand around and gracing your palm with the same fervor; still blushing immensely as he did so. His breath ghosted over the callused skin and sent pleasant shivers down your spine. The desire overcame you to know what his lips tasted like. It was an inconceivable necessity.
Holding your hand to his rosy face, Balor sighed in contentment and opened his eyes. Looking at them absolutely melted you. Still, it was nothing compared to that previous pull. Balor seemed to notice. At least, that’s what you thought, what with the way he leaned in close and grazed his thumb across your lower lip. You subconsciously parted them. He drew in closer, drinking in your scent.
“Is it true?” He asked quietly, eyes searching for answers. It wasn’t out of doubt. No, he just needed the precious assurance only you could provide him that this wasn’t all some big mistake. “Do you really mean all those things you said in your letter?”
Some of his beautiful blue hair cascaded across the side of your face. Jubilant, you tucked it back behind his ear and trailed your fingers over the flushed skin there. With both of your hands now holding him so near to you, you started to fill the gap.
“Every word.” You whispered, sealing your words with a kiss. Balor wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in unfathomably closer. It was as if he was trying to meld your body into his; intertwining you as one entity. His affectionate lips secured against yours as he passionately kissed you. Every deep connection conveyed nothing but a dizzying devotion to you, and you alone. You felt faint from it all. It turned your brain foggy and dragged you under, but the rich spices of his aroma revived you and brought you back to the surface.
Leg between your knees for balance, Balor continued to lean farther into you; bending you backwards as he drew out his kisses. He tasted like honey and nutmeg. He tasted like home. You wanted that taste to be home.
The arch of your bodies was too demanding for gravity, and in more ways than one it sent you crashing back down to Earth. Chuckling lightly to himself, Balor went to lift off of you, but paused to take in your features. He was all warm and soft as he beheld you. It made you feel fuzzy inside and you squirmed underneath him.
Humming to himself, he stood up and offered a hand. Upon taking it, he tugged you right back into his embrace. He never wanted to let you go. You never wanted him to let you go. Unable to even think about escaping the tight trap of his arms, you were compelled to gaze into his gemstone eyes and dazzling smile as he nuzzled his nose against yours and whispered words that you would have given anything to hear.
It's perfect. You made me fall further in love with Balor, sobs. I'm not the best with describing how I feel, but... I feel great. You're always delivering perfection in the most authentic form.
Contents & Warnings: Love letters, pickpocketing, Balor teases reader a bit, nervous reader, lots and lots of blushing, incredibly flustered Balor, fluffy and romantic, love confessions, kissing
Summary: After heading into town on Valentine’s Day with a love letter in your pocket, a certain merchant shows up with the mischievous intent of making you flustered
Balor’s sleight of hand abilities were inspired by the screenshot from this post!
Your heart pitter-pattered as you folded the cream-colored paper and pressed it into three folds. Two creases marked the sheet and delicately closed it in a manner you could only hope appeared formal. You debated illustrating tiny hearts on the fragile paper, but thought better of it. The heart inside your chest was already racing from the effort to eloquently construct the letter. It didn’t need some frivolous thing added to make it burst.
Placing your hand below your collarbone, you willed the organ to calm itself and slow the hot rush of blood to your cheeks. In fact, your entire body felt hot. The date was Spring 14, your second year in Mistria, but despite the dewy weather it was today’s holiday that made you flush all over at the merest thought of heading into town. You could picture it already.
Approaching Louis’ stall and passing by countless others, you would spot that lustrous blue hair. As Balor turned to look at you with his jewel eyes and flirtatious smile he always gave you-
Well, let’s just say your heart would surely give out. Although, maybe if you were lucky, you would faint into his arms. And, ah- it seemed your face felt even hotter than before at that thought. Thinking about Balor was the one sure fire way to do that to you, no matter what it was. Still, you had a goal in mind. A goal you were going to see through.
Lightly slapping your cheeks to stifle your nerves, you left your cabin to enter your beloved town. Immediately, decorations of pink, red and white crept into your vision. Garlands were strewn over posts and beams, strung across walls and vendor tables. As if the Priestess herself was smiling down upon the town and gracing it, perfect pink petals danced through the air and twirled around your feet.
Crossing through the first level of shops and townsfolk, you shyly waved to a few select people and tentatively walked up the hard, stone steps. They clacked underneath your shoes; sending tremors of terror up your spine. It froze you up and made your muscles stiffen as you approached Louis’ familiar stall.
Balor wasn’t there.
Swiveling like a slow ballroom dancer, your eyes scanned the town center and sought out the blue hair that enraptured your soul.
An echo of a step came from behind you and the whisper of a touch caressed your waist. It swept you around and brought you to the face your heart ached to see. Wind swirled around you and lifted up Balor’s cloak in a picture-perfect scene; framing everything in the beautiful morning light and making his eyes twinkle like gems as he looked at you.
Your heart immediately soared and leapt out of your chest; landing in his gorgeous jeweled hands to keep forever. He stood so close to you and yet not close enough. He drew you in like a magnet and yet felt like he was a thousand miles away. He looked at you like you were the only sight to behold for a millennium, and yet broke his entrancing eye contact to glance upon something else.
Your breath hitched.
His right hand was gracefully resting on the side of his hip, flashing his elegant rings, but it was the state of his left hand that froze your senses and stopped the air from coursing through your lungs. In his slender fingers he held a small, folded, cream-colored piece of paper, which he looked at rather fondly.
“My my,” his charming voice blessed your ears. “a letter on this special day? Whatever could it be for?”
He was teasing you as he said it. You knew he was. He could see the way your face flushed and your fingers twiddled when you saw it in his hand. The way your gaze casted downwards and your knees awkwardly bent inward. It made his smile grow delightfully mischievous and increased his intrigue about the little thing he nicked from your pocket.
Taking to holding it with both hands now, Balor flipped open the letter just to see your eyes widen at the action. “Let’s see what eloquent words of romance our darling farmer has fabricated, hmm?” he winked while he said it, and your voice utterly failed you as you tried to verbalize a protest. All that came out was a nervous squeak, and it flamed the fire in your face even further at his reaction.
Yes, you wrote that letter for him to read, but not like this. Not in front of you.
“‘Your eyes bewitched me upon the day we first met’.” Balor began reading, relishing in the way you squeezed your eyes shut. “‘and since then I have not known another feeling as this that plagues me. It snakes around my heart and squeezes it tight, much like the way I wish you to hold me in your arms and claim me yours forever’.” His eyes flicked towards yours in a moment of amusement. Much like in the flowery poetry, you felt that same pressure in your chest threaten to constrict you. “‘I hold the deepest affections for you. My soul aches when I am without you’.” His eyebrows twitched, and the confidence in his voice wavered. Then, as if shaking it off, he continued normally. “‘I am set alight when I see you on those wonderful mornings, like we are the only two people in the world. When it rains, I sorrow you are not there’.” You gripped the fabric at your legs. He gave another wink. “‘And most of all, when you smile at me, when you wave at me and call my name from your cart’-“ his voice cut off. The letter crumpled a tad in his grasp and a pink tinge sprouted on his cheeks. As if he had just witnessed a ghost, Balor finished the line in a whisper of whispers. “‘I concede to the fact that you’ve stolen my heart, though it was always yours to begin with’.”
At last, the letter fell, baring its words for all to behold, the final part reading out clearly to you.
‘I love you’.
Haggardly taking a step back, Balor covered his mouth. A gorgeous red blush graced his face all the way up to the tips of his ears. He seemed to be utterly undone at the prose of your writing; indicated by the quiver in his hand and the furrow of his brow. It overcame his charm and turned him into a shy young man who could barely look you in the eyes as he realized that every word, every line, was an undying confession of how deeply you felt for him. How deeply you needed him and his embrace. How deeply you profoundly craved to be his.
A deep silence draped over the two of you. Neither wanted to be the one to say something and break the loud quiet, for you were both impossibly flustered at that point. You, for him reading the letter aloud in front of you. Him, for realizing how much you loved him.
“Balor?” You timidly spoke.
When you uttered his name with your tongue, he gasped; palm falling from his face. It revealed more of that lovely scarlet complexion. Fingers twitching, he clutched his cloak and attempted to hide his face again with an arm.
Braving the emotions spiraling within you, you took a step forward and gently moved the limb down. He submitted, allowing the action to once again reveal his reddening features. Taking his hand in yours, you interlaced your fingers and looked at him with hope. It was an endless hope that this all meant something. That something might come out of this.
When he eagerly clenched your hand in his, it sparked elation inside your chest.
“Balor…” you breathed. This time, it wasn’t a question. It was an answer.
Eyelashes brushing his ruby cheeks, he dipped his head down and brought your knuckles up to meet his lips. Sweetly, tenderly, he kissed them before turning your hand around and gracing your palm with the same fervor; still blushing immensely as he did so. His breath ghosted over the callused skin and sent pleasant shivers down your spine. The desire overcame you to know what his lips tasted like. It was an inconceivable necessity.
Holding your hand to his rosy face, Balor sighed in contentment and opened his eyes. Looking at them absolutely melted you. Still, it was nothing compared to that previous pull. Balor seemed to notice. At least, that’s what you thought, what with the way he leaned in close and grazed his thumb across your lower lip. You subconsciously parted them. He drew in closer, drinking in your scent.
“Is it true?” He asked quietly, eyes searching for answers. It wasn’t out of doubt. No, he just needed the precious assurance only you could provide him that this wasn’t all some big mistake. “Do you really mean all those things you said in your letter?”
Some of his beautiful blue hair cascaded across the side of your face. Jubilant, you tucked it back behind his ear and trailed your fingers over the flushed skin there. With both of your hands now holding him so near to you, you started to fill the gap.
“Every word.” You whispered, sealing your words with a kiss. Balor wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in unfathomably closer. It was as if he was trying to meld your body into his; intertwining you as one entity. His affectionate lips secured against yours as he passionately kissed you. Every deep connection conveyed nothing but a dizzying devotion to you, and you alone. You felt faint from it all. It turned your brain foggy and dragged you under, but the rich spices of his aroma revived you and brought you back to the surface.
Leg between your knees for balance, Balor continued to lean farther into you; bending you backwards as he drew out his kisses. He tasted like honey and nutmeg. He tasted like home. You wanted that taste to be home.
The arch of your bodies was too demanding for gravity, and in more ways than one it sent you crashing back down to Earth. Chuckling lightly to himself, Balor went to lift off of you, but paused to take in your features. He was all warm and soft as he beheld you. It made you feel fuzzy inside and you squirmed underneath him.
Humming to himself, he stood up and offered a hand. Upon taking it, he tugged you right back into his embrace. He never wanted to let you go. You never wanted him to let you go. Unable to even think about escaping the tight trap of his arms, you were compelled to gaze into his gemstone eyes and dazzling smile as he nuzzled his nose against yours and whispered words that you would have given anything to hear.
Contents & Warnings: Mention of the color “puke green” and a few references to feeling sick in the stomach, Drinking liquid, some vague descriptions of pda, catching feelings, idiots trying to sort out their feelings
Summary: You hate Valentine’s Day. March hates Valentine’s Day. What if you… hated it together?
“How utterly repulsive.” You uttered under your breath, stepping into the town square and seeing heart decorations thrown up everywhere. The pink was such an eyesore. It bombarded your vision and made you want to balance it out with a nice puke green.
What really bothered you, however, was the sickly sight of doe-eyed couples and daydreaming single people wandering about and shopping at the vendors that were set up for this lovely Saturday holiday. Pretty white chairs were set up across pretty white tables that held just enough space for two. With forlorn sighs and people getting lost in each others’ eyes, red roses passed between fingertips and straws passed between lips. You even saw lips passing against lips; much to your disgust.
Mistria had become quite the hotspot for travelers and visitors since last year, thanks to your endless efforts of restoring the town. Adeline took upon the opportunity to offer tourists a lovely place to spend this romantic day and have a chance at viewing the beautiful nature Mistria provided. It worked, as her plans always did.
Maybe too well.
Still trying to keep your breakfast down, you took your time streaming through the spacious crowd and finding something to do that wouldn’t make you gag. After taking a moment to get some fresh, cool air wafting off of the water fountain, you continued around it, walked back down the stairs, and entered the little area that marked Darcy’s shop. Business had been good for her so far. Many people had come and gone; ordering her amorous drinks such as “Two souls Intertwined” and “Love at First Sight”. As much as you despised the holiday, you had to respect the hustle. It paid to theme your drinks and appeal to the gushy customers.
Speaking of customers.
A certain redhead sat in one of the dainty chairs. He leaned back with his arms crossed and an even crosser face. Creases etched in between his eyebrows and the curl of his upper lip was unmistakeable as he observed people in the square. He was a reflection of you.
You’d say you were surprised, but somehow the sight in front of you wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Walking to his spot, you turned your back to the bushes and stone wall and angled the second seat outward like his. Sitting down and stretching your legs forward, you crossed one shoe over the other and took on a similar stance as him.
“You too huh?” You asked, refraining from sneering as a couple ran hand-in-hand past you.
“Huh?” He sounded confused, face out of view. Not bothering to look at him, you made a sigh of distaste and gestured to the unsightly view in front of you.
“This.” You carelessly wagged your hand back and forth. “All of this.”
After a moment of silence, he dryly answered back. “It’s… certainly interesting.”
You were willing to bet he was just afraid of insulting Adeline. Still, a bark of a laugh escaped you at how dismissively he said it.
“‘Interesting’? Try ‘gross’.”
Once the words left your mouth you could practically feel him ease up. Like some thin barrier of ice melted between you two, he inclined towards you; the only barrier now being the mini table.
“More like ‘revolting’.”
The tiniest of smiles broke out on your face. Bringing your arms behind your neck, you leaned farther back and kept the topic flowing.
“Try ‘nauseating’.” You suggested.
“‘Disgusting.’” He posed.
“Sickening and grotesque.”
“I don’t get how anyone could enjoy this.”
“How have their teeth not rotted yet.”
Another moment of silence passed, and you finally looked at each other. A knowing glance was shared, and urges to grin were suppressed as you continued to scoff at ludicrous customers, scrutinize their questionable purchasing decisions, and share your sentiments on how much you undoubtedly, unquestionably, indubitably without any hesitations or reservations, absolutely hated this holiday.
Then it happened.
You weren’t sure what it was. You weren’t sure how it occurred. You thought it seemed impossible. But as you looked at March… as you really looked at him… you saw him.
You saw his face and his smile. His dark eyes and bright hair. The wrinkles between his brow that were inseparable from his constant annoyance. Only, there weren’t so many wrinkles. Not right now. Not while he was with you. He looked… happy, in a natural way. He looked happy to be here with you. That had never happened before. And- were you blushing? You felt heat creep up your face. It was the unfortunate effect of continuing to stare at March. All the while, he continued to look so effortlessly… him.
And then he turned and saw you.
He saw your face. He saw the look in your eyes as they made contact with his. He saw how perceptively flustered you were. Then, he blushed; a cherry-red color coating his cheeks.
As if you had coordinated it together, you both looked away at the exact same time.
What just happened?
A minute ago, the two of you were bouncing repulsive synonyms off of each other and acting like it was just you two against this world of pink hearts and white clouds. And now? Well, it was hard to say. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint it without the merest thought of March making your mind overheat and spiral down a drain of complicated thoughts.
While you continued to second-guess everything you ever knew, March said something and made your heart jolt.
“I’ll be right back.” He muttered, and stood up to walk towards Darcy. After a minute of standing there talking to her, he headed back and sat down. You picked some lint off your shirt.
“So uh… what’d you talk to Darcy about?” You asked him, staring holes into your knees. If you had been looking at March (which seemed impossible at the moment), you would have seen the way he turned more red and looked away.
“Oh- I…” he coughed. “I was just asking her about the menu to see if she had any… non-romantic drinks for sale. You know, because of how hot it is today.”
A cool breeze passed between you.
“Right.” You nodded absentmindedly, still fixating on your new, consuming thoughts of March. “It is really warm today.”
It wasn’t a total lie. Your body felt like it was on fire. And the worst part was there was no way to put it out.
“Yeah…” he sounded far off as he said it, like he knew you both knew the truth but actually admitting it would melt you into puddles. Or break your skeletons into tiny pieces. It just made things even more difficult to figure out.
Then, you made up your mind.
An instantaneous feeling of bravery surged through you. Just like March, you stood up and went to Darcy’s counter. Your heart was palpitating, threatening to burst.
“Ah! Our dear farmer!” She said cheerily, setting down a couple drinks she just finished making. “What can I get for you?”
Lightly scratching your cheek with a finger, you resisted the urge to look at March. He might notice if you did.
“Well…” you leaned in closer to ensure secrecy. “I wanted- I wanted to order a drink… anonymously.” Gulping once, you tilted your head down. “Is that alright?”
A sweet smile split her face. “Of course it is! I do it all the time, even off of holidays. Romance isn’t bounded to certain days you know.” She said that last part in sing-song manner.
You found yourself nodding at the words. They made complete sense to you. Totally. Completely.
Romance…
“So what will it be?”
“Hmm?” You perked up quickly, a little jumpy. The adrenaline-like rush you had felt wore off now that you were actually faced with what you wanted to do. Her words sank in. Oh, Uhhh…
“The… ‘Golden Heart’?” It came out more like a question than a request. A squeak, perhaps.
“That will be seven-hundred and fifty Tesserae.” She informed you. Still having your head up in the clouds, you went through the movements and paid her the money. You didn’t even realize March had asked you a question once you returned to your seat.
“What?”
He scrunched up his red nose. “I said ‘what were you talking to Darcy for’?” He murmured, getting distracted by something on his pants.
“Oh.” Your brain turned completely blank. “I uh… I was just asking her how much profit she’s earned today. Her business is doing really well.”
“R-right.” He stuttered, propping a leg over his knee and placing his hands on the ankle.
Not even a second later, Darcy showed up and set a drink on your tiny table. It was like someone poured liquid gold into a fancy crystal glass. It shimmered and shined in the early afternoon sun; complete with a fluffy white layer on top that had a pink powdered heart stenciled on it. It was gorgeous.
“One Golden Heart.” Darcy announced, gesturing it towards you. You felt color leave your face.
“I didn’t- I didn’t order-“ I didn’t order it for myself.
“Someone else ordered it for you.” She clarified with a smile before walking back to her shop. But who could have-
March turned red.
He was red before, but this time, he was really, really red. The crimson color was barely beaten by the hue of his dyed hair, but only by a bit. And it was nothing in comparison to the way he looked absolutely abashed. You couldn’t take it anymore and hurriedly changed your attention to your drink. The golden hue was a welcome change. Picking it up, you examined the contents for a moment. It really was pretty. Darcy was a genius.
The moment you took a sip of it and made a “mmm” sound in delight at the delicious taste, March seemed to have absolutely lost it; frantically trying to hide his face with his hands and curl in on himself at how perfect you looked drinking and enjoying the beverage he ordered for you. He carded his fingers through his hair and desperately tried to push out all the thoughts that infested his brain.
You were too busy gulping down the golden liquid to notice his frenzied reaction (though truthfully it was because you were afraid of how your body might respond if you looked at him and his pretty face-). Once you finished the drink, an empty glass stood on the white table. Silence coated you once again. It went on for a little while longer, and it almost seemed like nothing would happen until-
“One Golden Heart.” Darcy announced like the first time. This was the one you ordered. Then, you realized; you had forgotten to tell her who it was even for. And yet, she seemed to know exactly who it was for as she set the drink down next to March. “Courtesy of an anonymous customer.” She finished with a wink. And she was gone again.
March stared at the golden color. He watched as it swirled and glittered. To an onlooker it would seem as if he didn’t even see the beverage, like he knew something was there but couldn’t quite perceive it.
It made you blush. Like, really blush. You weren’t sure if he could even see it, but you certainly felt it. Hot blood coursed through your face and pooled in your cheeks. Flames licked at your ears and you wanted to bury your face into your hands, but you couldn’t pull away. The curiosity was stronger than your need to hide the flustered look on your features. Or the hearts that were surely in your eyes.
Decently pink, March picked the glass up and took a drink. His eyes widened. He started sipping it quicker, tipping his head back, back, back, until his throat was bare to you and that Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with each swallow, and his arm swung down as he gasped for breath.
Then he saw you. His scarlet blush returned and he averted his gaze.
“It’s um… really good.” He said, absentmindedly thumbing the stem of the glass up and down.
“So was mine.” You resisted the urge to grab your empty glass and mirror him. The awkwardness was already thick enough to cut in half with a knife. March grabbed the rim of the cup and slowly swirled it around.
“At least the drinks aren’t so bad.” He continued to talk to you, and yet he refused to look at you. To be fair, you weren’t much different in that regard.
“Yeah.” You turned your head the other way. “At least there’s one thing about this holiday that doesn’t make me sick to my stomach.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah…”
You both looked down at your glasses. Maybe if you stared long enough, they’d refill themselves. At the very least, they provided an escape. Not that you could escape this for long though.
Nothing much changed throughout the rest of the day. You both sat there, stealing glances and trading looks of newfound fondness. Your bashfulness mirrored each other perfectly. Nothing came of it. At least not yet. It was maybe, just maybe, a bit to early for that. However, you had a long time to figure it out. And you oh-so-desperately wanted to figure it out. And you would.
Contents & Warnings: Mention of the color “puke green” and a few references to feeling sick in the stomach, Drinking liquid, some vague descriptions of pda, catching feelings, idiots trying to sort out their feelings
Summary: You hate Valentine’s Day. March hates Valentine’s Day. What if you… hated it together?
“How utterly repulsive.” You uttered under your breath, stepping into the town square and seeing heart decorations thrown up everywhere. The pink was such an eyesore. It bombarded your vision and made you want to balance it out with a nice puke green.
What really bothered you, however, was the sickly sight of doe-eyed couples and daydreaming single people wandering about and shopping at the vendors that were set up for this lovely Saturday holiday. Pretty white chairs were set up across pretty white tables that held just enough space for two. With forlorn sighs and people getting lost in each others’ eyes, red roses passed between fingertips and straws passed between lips. You even saw lips passing against lips; much to your disgust.
Mistria had become quite the hotspot for travelers and visitors since last year, thanks to your endless efforts of restoring the town. Adeline took upon the opportunity to offer tourists a lovely place to spend this romantic day and have a chance at viewing the beautiful nature Mistria provided. It worked, as her plans always did.
Maybe too well.
Still trying to keep your breakfast down, you took your time streaming through the spacious crowd and finding something to do that wouldn’t make you gag. After taking a moment to get some fresh, cool air wafting off of the water fountain, you continued around it, walked back down the stairs, and entered the little area that marked Darcy’s shop. Business had been good for her so far. Many people had come and gone; ordering her amorous drinks such as “Two souls Intertwined” and “Love at First Sight”. As much as you despised the holiday, you had to respect the hustle. It paid to theme your drinks and appeal to the gushy customers.
Speaking of customers.
A certain redhead sat in one of the dainty chairs. He leaned back with his arms crossed and an even crosser face. Creases etched in between his eyebrows and the curl of his upper lip was unmistakeable as he observed people in the square. He was a reflection of you.
You’d say you were surprised, but somehow the sight in front of you wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Walking to his spot, you turned your back to the bushes and stone wall and angled the second seat outward like his. Sitting down and stretching your legs forward, you crossed one shoe over the other and took on a similar stance as him.
“You too huh?” You asked, refraining from sneering as a couple ran hand-in-hand past you.
“Huh?” He sounded confused, face out of view. Not bothering to look at him, you made a sigh of distaste and gestured to the unsightly view in front of you.
“This.” You carelessly wagged your hand back and forth. “All of this.”
After a moment of silence, he dryly answered back. “It’s… certainly interesting.”
You were willing to bet he was just afraid of insulting Adeline. Still, a bark of a laugh escaped you at how dismissively he said it.
“‘Interesting’? Try ‘gross’.”
Once the words left your mouth you could practically feel him ease up. Like some thin barrier of ice melted between you two, he inclined towards you; the only barrier now being the mini table.
“More like ‘revolting’.”
The tiniest of smiles broke out on your face. Bringing your arms behind your neck, you leaned farther back and kept the topic flowing.
“Try ‘nauseating’.” You suggested.
“‘Disgusting.’” He posed.
“Sickening and grotesque.”
“I don’t get how anyone could enjoy this.”
“How have their teeth not rotted yet.”
Another moment of silence passed, and you finally looked at each other. A knowing glance was shared, and urges to grin were suppressed as you continued to scoff at ludicrous customers, scrutinize their questionable purchasing decisions, and share your sentiments on how much you undoubtedly, unquestionably, indubitably without any hesitations or reservations, absolutely hated this holiday.
Then it happened.
You weren’t sure what it was. You weren’t sure how it occurred. You thought it seemed impossible. But as you looked at March… as you really looked at him… you saw him.
You saw his face and his smile. His dark eyes and bright hair. The wrinkles between his brow that were inseparable from his constant annoyance. Only, there weren’t so many wrinkles. Not right now. Not while he was with you. He looked… happy, in a natural way. He looked happy to be here with you. That had never happened before. And- were you blushing? You felt heat creep up your face. It was the unfortunate effect of continuing to stare at March. All the while, he continued to look so effortlessly… him.
And then he turned and saw you.
He saw your face. He saw the look in your eyes as they made contact with his. He saw how perceptively flustered you were. Then, he blushed; a cherry-red color coating his cheeks.
As if you had coordinated it together, you both looked away at the exact same time.
What just happened?
A minute ago, the two of you were bouncing repulsive synonyms off of each other and acting like it was just you two against this world of pink hearts and white clouds. And now? Well, it was hard to say. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint it without the merest thought of March making your mind overheat and spiral down a drain of complicated thoughts.
While you continued to second-guess everything you ever knew, March said something and made your heart jolt.
“I’ll be right back.” He muttered, and stood up to walk towards Darcy. After a minute of standing there talking to her, he headed back and sat down. You picked some lint off your shirt.
“So uh… what’d you talk to Darcy about?” You asked him, staring holes into your knees. If you had been looking at March (which seemed impossible at the moment), you would have seen the way he turned more red and looked away.
“Oh- I…” he coughed. “I was just asking her about the menu to see if she had any… non-romantic drinks for sale. You know, because of how hot it is today.”
A cool breeze passed between you.
“Right.” You nodded absentmindedly, still fixating on your new, consuming thoughts of March. “It is really warm today.”
It wasn’t a total lie. Your body felt like it was on fire. And the worst part was there was no way to put it out.
“Yeah…” he sounded far off as he said it, like he knew you both knew the truth but actually admitting it would melt you into puddles. Or break your skeletons into tiny pieces. It just made things even more difficult to figure out.
Then, you made up your mind.
An instantaneous feeling of bravery surged through you. Just like March, you stood up and went to Darcy’s counter. Your heart was palpitating, threatening to burst.
“Ah! Our dear farmer!” She said cheerily, setting down a couple drinks she just finished making. “What can I get for you?”
Lightly scratching your cheek with a finger, you resisted the urge to look at March. He might notice if you did.
“Well…” you leaned in closer to ensure secrecy. “I wanted- I wanted to order a drink… anonymously.” Gulping once, you tilted your head down. “Is that alright?”
A sweet smile split her face. “Of course it is! I do it all the time, even off of holidays. Romance isn’t bounded to certain days you know.” She said that last part in sing-song manner.
You found yourself nodding at the words. They made complete sense to you. Totally. Completely.
Romance…
“So what will it be?”
“Hmm?” You perked up quickly, a little jumpy. The adrenaline-like rush you had felt wore off now that you were actually faced with what you wanted to do. Her words sank in. Oh, Uhhh…
“The… ‘Golden Heart’?” It came out more like a question than a request. A squeak, perhaps.
“That will be seven-hundred and fifty Tesserae.” She informed you. Still having your head up in the clouds, you went through the movements and paid her the money. You didn’t even realize March had asked you a question once you returned to your seat.
“What?”
He scrunched up his red nose. “I said ‘what were you talking to Darcy for’?” He murmured, getting distracted by something on his pants.
“Oh.” Your brain turned completely blank. “I uh… I was just asking her how much profit she’s earned today. Her business is doing really well.”
“R-right.” He stuttered, propping a leg over his knee and placing his hands on the ankle.
Not even a second later, Darcy showed up and set a drink on your tiny table. It was like someone poured liquid gold into a fancy crystal glass. It shimmered and shined in the early afternoon sun; complete with a fluffy white layer on top that had a pink powdered heart stenciled on it. It was gorgeous.
“One Golden Heart.” Darcy announced, gesturing it towards you. You felt color leave your face.
“I didn’t- I didn’t order-“ I didn’t order it for myself.
“Someone else ordered it for you.” She clarified with a smile before walking back to her shop. But who could have-
March turned red.
He was red before, but this time, he was really, really red. The crimson color was barely beaten by the hue of his dyed hair, but only by a bit. And it was nothing in comparison to the way he looked absolutely abashed. You couldn’t take it anymore and hurriedly changed your attention to your drink. The golden hue was a welcome change. Picking it up, you examined the contents for a moment. It really was pretty. Darcy was a genius.
The moment you took a sip of it and made a “mmm” sound in delight at the delicious taste, March seemed to have absolutely lost it; frantically trying to hide his face with his hands and curl in on himself at how perfect you looked drinking and enjoying the beverage he ordered for you. He carded his fingers through his hair and desperately tried to push out all the thoughts that infested his brain.
You were too busy gulping down the golden liquid to notice his frenzied reaction (though truthfully it was because you were afraid of how your body might respond if you looked at him and his pretty face-). Once you finished the drink, an empty glass stood on the white table. Silence coated you once again. It went on for a little while longer, and it almost seemed like nothing would happen until-
“One Golden Heart.” Darcy announced like the first time. This was the one you ordered. Then, you realized; you had forgotten to tell her who it was even for. And yet, she seemed to know exactly who it was for as she set the drink down next to March. “Courtesy of an anonymous customer.” She finished with a wink. And she was gone again.
March stared at the golden color. He watched as it swirled and glittered. To an onlooker it would seem as if he didn’t even see the beverage, like he knew something was there but couldn’t quite perceive it.
It made you blush. Like, really blush. You weren’t sure if he could even see it, but you certainly felt it. Hot blood coursed through your face and pooled in your cheeks. Flames licked at your ears and you wanted to bury your face into your hands, but you couldn’t pull away. The curiosity was stronger than your need to hide the flustered look on your features. Or the hearts that were surely in your eyes.
Decently pink, March picked the glass up and took a drink. His eyes widened. He started sipping it quicker, tipping his head back, back, back, until his throat was bare to you and that Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with each swallow, and his arm swung down as he gasped for breath.
Then he saw you. His scarlet blush returned and he averted his gaze.
“It’s um… really good.” He said, absentmindedly thumbing the stem of the glass up and down.
“So was mine.” You resisted the urge to grab your empty glass and mirror him. The awkwardness was already thick enough to cut in half with a knife. March grabbed the rim of the cup and slowly swirled it around.
“At least the drinks aren’t so bad.” He continued to talk to you, and yet he refused to look at you. To be fair, you weren’t much different in that regard.
“Yeah.” You turned your head the other way. “At least there’s one thing about this holiday that doesn’t make me sick to my stomach.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah…”
You both looked down at your glasses. Maybe if you stared long enough, they’d refill themselves. At the very least, they provided an escape. Not that you could escape this for long though.
Nothing much changed throughout the rest of the day. You both sat there, stealing glances and trading looks of newfound fondness. Your bashfulness mirrored each other perfectly. Nothing came of it. At least not yet. It was maybe, just maybe, a bit to early for that. However, you had a long time to figure it out. And you oh-so-desperately wanted to figure it out. And you would.
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@smoochi-march ooooh what kind of fic prompts can I make from this? Him mischievously pickpocketing something from you and making you flustered somehow over it?
He most certainly would use his skills to both impress, and flustered the reader. Light teasing is a must no doubt. A man, or woman— a person— good with their hands got me ‘round their finger. Imagine him doing a “magic trick” with the coin, graceful as ever then making an expression you brush your hair back as he takes the coin from behind your ear. Ugh… cup their cheek why don’t you, Balor 😔💙🫶
I think I’m going to utilize the pickpocketing idea for a Valentines fic (which I wasn’t originally intending to do for Balor </3) where you a love letter for him in your pocket and he pickpockets it
when you notice, you get extremely flustered and to him it’s just the Cutest Thing Ever so he starts reading it aloud but then realizes it’s about him and the turns table and HE becomes the flustered and blushing one
@smoochi-march ooooh what kind of fic prompts can I make from this? Him mischievously pickpocketing something from you and making you flustered somehow over it?
He most certainly would use his skills to both impress, and flustered the reader. Light teasing is a must no doubt. A man, or woman— a person— good with their hands got me ‘round their finger. Imagine him doing a “magic trick” with the coin, graceful as ever then making an excuse to brush your hair back as he takes the coin from behind your ear. Ugh… cup their cheek why don’t you, Balor 😔💙🫶
Here's some artwork of my girl, Iris!! Since I assume you meant our farmers by the term "babies"!! Thought I'd send proper art rather than the in-game sprite, as you said- it can be misinterpreted! <3
Here's some artwork of my girl, Iris!! Since I assume you meant our farmers by the term "babies"!! Thought I'd send proper art rather than the in-game sprite, as you said- it can be misinterpreted! <3
I love that everyone in town is united in an effort to reverse-bully March with kindness. Bro's only wish is to be equal parts hated and feared, and no one is letting him have it, including me. He's coming to every game night at the Inn whether he likes it or not. I'm keeping the enchanted Copper Hoe he gave me in a display stand in the center of my farm, and I will never ever let him forget it. March will tell me, "Get lost, I hate you." And Ryis will immediately chime in, "Wow, Niki, he must really like you! He's usually not this nice to strangers." Like March is a yappy little dog and I just bent down to let him sniff my hand.
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