Hi, alexx!!! I hope you are doing as good as it can be ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა I saw your requests are opened and I wanted to make this ask that could be very good to help me keep going with my little personal eldarya fic hehehe... It's focused on Eldarya TO routes!!!
Basically, the context for these headcanons is this: the reader has been gone for a few days, and not because they went on a quest — no one knows where they are. It's been a couple of weeks already and the reader is still missing. How would they react towards us disappearing? How would they deal with it or try to find us?
No rush! Take care of yourself, we love you!
-🥝 anon
ELDARYA TO; when you’re missing
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: individual headcanons, angsty
↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hi! Thanks for your kind words. and I’m sorry I’m so late for this ask, I truly hope you could kept going with your fic and someday you share what is it about hehe (if you want ofc!). I hope you enjoy it!
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EZAREL
The moment people started talking about your absence with more insistence, something flipped inside him. He pulled a little joke trying to calm the environment such as “I bet they just got lost following a pretty squirrel”.
But the truth was that he was extremely anxious. His days felt off without his favorite person besides, and even if he tried to keep a normal life… he just felt off. Something – someone was missing.
He lost his focus on his job constantly, trying to regulate his breath and not to cry. His appetite disappeared, he was exhausted but couldn’t sleep knowing you were out there. Ezarel starts searching for potion recipes that could help him know your current location.
Ezarel needs space from everybody else and can’t really stand the noise anymore, even if that could prevent him from overthinking about you all the time.
Whenever someone mentions your name, he hopes it’s because they have news and not just to bring out the obvious fact that you aren’t there.
Valkyon probably caught him mid panic attack, wondering all the things that could’ve happened to you.
He becomes extremely obsessed with doing stuff on his own to search for you. He packs his stuff, a few potions he created the last nights and food for the time he finds you and can give you energy. Ezarel prefers risking his own life than keep waiting for something that he doesn’t know if will happen.
NEVRA
He tries to keep his composure because people around him are panicking enough and he doesn’t want to worsen it. At first he tries to be relaxed, to be the grounding person under all that chaos.
Nevertheless, he starts getting flashbacks that hurt his heart: those nights on your room, those spots where you both usually met around the HQs, that spot on the dining hall that was yours mainly.
He doesn’t aisle himself nor expresses his fear openly, he just becomes quieter and more thoughtful.
The moment the night arrives, he goes out to search for hints that can tell him where you are. Every night he goes further, sometimes coming back to the HQs by the sunrise.
Karen was truly worried about him and mad by the fact that he went alone on your search. She already had a dear friend missing to lose his brother now. So she offers him to create a searching group that would mainly include her, Chrome, Nevra himself and some other people that could be close to you. You were more important than whatever happened after your disappearance.
Nevra felt guilt for losing you, because he felt responsible of taking care of you and he felt like he had failed completely.
VALKYON
This triggers something on him.
When you go missing he is the one to initiate a search, not even caring what other missions were before. His main priority is to rescue you and make sure that you are alive. He tries to keep his mind cold and be strong until he finds you.
But every day that passes he becomes more scared of the chance of you being dead. He thought for a long while that his brother was dead and that was a pain that he really didn’t know how to cope with – how could he lose you now?
Every negative report about the search for you stabs his heart.
Someone said “maybe they won’t come back” and that was the last straw for him. He couldn’t deal with the idea of you being gone in every aspect of his life. He failed to protect you as much as he promised himself to protect every single one of his friends.
He insists on keep searching, even if he slowly breaks down and becomes more emotional about it. Nevra would be the one grounding him, comforting him when Valkyon can no longer hold his tears.
There are nights in which he goes into your room and sits on the bed, thinking about you being there and comforting him about finding you soon. For his well being, Nevra had to shut firmly the door of your room with the key he had because that would only hurt Valkyon more.
LEIFTAN
When Miiko tells him about your disappearance, all he can hope for is that it is all a nightmare. Did you leave on your own? Did you perhaps get kidnapped? Or what if you got killed? Were you alone and scared? Were you cold and hurt?
His panic makes him overthink and anxious, not really able to focus on anything else than the negative stuff.
He cannot keep the cheerful, calm and responsible facade of his. It burns him to not know what happened, or if something was going on your mind to make you leave them.
However, he felt bad for trying to search the answer on you as if it was your fault to go missing. The easiest thing is to blame himself too, and the guilt only becomes stronger when he sees no result on the searching expeditions that Miiko started after he begged her to take this seriously.
Every time he goes out to search for hints, he asks people kindly about you. But with time his tone gets more desperate, just as he gets desperate to find you.
He avoids looking at your bedroom door, or to sleep on his bed as he will probably think of your warmth and miss it.
Unfortunately his habits don’t change. He keeps making tea for two or waiting for you outside the HQs to go for a walk, hoping that you will come back any of those nights.
Leiftan tried to be positive about the situation to other people, trying to keep up the search, but he was losing hopes himself. His mind was the most negative aspect on the conflict.
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Angst, TO & ANE routes x reader, when they receive the news that you have died or when they see you die, neutral pronouns, not specified the reader’s gender!! Not requested. Warnings: death, no mercy, slightly detailed scenes.
↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I had this idea randomly and couldn’t wait to write for it hehe. I must apologize because I am not the best at writing angst, but I wanted to try to bring some different content. I hope you enjoy it! Have a good week <3.
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EZAREL
You were commanded to go on a mission as he stayed on the quarters, focusing on the creation of new potions. Ezarel wasn’t dumb and was uneasy since the moment that mission came out, knowing it could be lethal for some of his mates. The moment you got selected to go, he argued with Miiko for you to stay, for you to keep yourself safe and not risk it out there. But you were a member of the guard, you had to risk your life just as much as others did. You were capable, you were strong and well-prepared. And Ezarel knew that any creature that tried to fight you, would easily be killed by you. Or that’s what he wanted to believe.
You weren’t immortal, and there were creatures much stronger than you out there. And even more in the place where you have gone.
With a deep breath, Ezarel tried to focus on his work, feeling his chest tighten from the anxiety he was feeling. As long as he didn’t see you come back safely, he wouldn’t feel good. Any creature that talked to him just received a short answer or silence from him. He was zoning out constantly, thinking of you. He rejected Eweleïn’s comforting words, and he didn’t even try to talk to Valkyon since he’d be telling the elf to prepare for the worst.
What would he do without you? It was the first time he dared to imagine his future besides someone else, and wasn’t really prepared to suddenly spend the next days without you. Without having the chance to hold you, to kiss you and to say goodbye one last time. To say goodbye… he couldn’t say goodbye. If you died out there, you wouldn’t have heard how much he loved you one last time. He was very mad at the thought of not having said goodbye properly.
The disgusting scent of intense chemicals filled his nostrils and he realized that the potion he was creating was no longer useful since he gave it more temperature than it needed. He quickly grabbed the crystal with his hands. A mistake. The pain filled his hand from how hot it was, dropping the bottle to the floor and hearing it crack in millions of pieces. The floor was all dirty now. His anxiety, his impatience and his irritation were increasing by how bad things were turning out for him.
He heard a knock on the door, and he sighed in frustration. It could mean a lot of things. Ezarel simply hoped that it wasn’t a fail attempt of comforting him again by any of the creatures. But what if the news were the worst? What if they suddenly told him that you were no longer alive? He felt a burning sensation on his abdomen from the nausea. His intuition barely failed. And he hoped it did fail this time. With sweaty hands, he opened the door, meeting Miiko’s eyes. He was furious with her, and he frowned when he saw her.
“Where are they?” he asked in a husky tone. He had spent the whole day without consuming any water, any food, and less with some sort of company. Miiko looked surprisingly calm. No, not calm. She looked vulnerable, regretful. A gaze he knew so much. A gaze she always had whenever the news were bad. Truly bad. “Fuck, no…” He shook his head, “tell me they’re just injured.”
Miiko shook her head, her eyes dropping to the floor with some tears threatening to escape. “It was quick. They had no time to suffer, I swear…”
Ezarel’s eyes were wide open, as if he was hearing the truth after the biggest lie, as if it was a betrayal. “You have nothing to swear! You all should’ve protected them. Or I should’ve been the one to go there in the first place!” he raised his voice in frustration, gripping his hair with resentment.
“We did our best to protect them, Ezarel. Some of our other friends have also been injured or killed by those monsters. We did our best. Yet we weren’t enough to kill all of them, to keep our eye in each other,” her voice cracked when she was about to talk about the worst. About how she saw you getting killed in front of her eyes. “And when we least expected it, a monster grabbed them, as if they were… a snack. And bit their head off… they had no time to even yell. They were shocked, they…”
Ezarel started losing the way on the conversation, the voice fading as his vision started to blurry. It was as if time just stopped for him. As if everything was done and there was no more purpose for him. He couldn’t say goodbye, he didn’t say goodbye or that he loved you enough. Many regrets appeared on his mind and that was truly overwhelming.
They didn’t even have your body to give you a proper funeral. He was furious with everyone, even himself. Ezarel did not only lose you, but also lost his hopes and motivations. Every source of genuine happiness and genuine affection. Everything was done.
He stayed for some months in the quarters, helping others around automatically. He didn’t have the ability to turn on his mind, not even a single joke escaped him for so long. The sight of him like that was also painful for Nevra and Valkyon.
And the moment he lost Valkyon as well… he felt really lonely, really lost in life. Nevra was still there, but Ezarel didn’t want to stay somewhere his memories became blurry from the many lost lives. He never forgot about you. Never.
And I’m sorry, but Ezarel is the type of guy who rather not do anything that brings him back old memories. He’d remember your favorite meals but might try to avoid them, he’d remember your favorite colors and wish he was blind, he’d smell something similar to your scent and almost break down. Even having a relationship with another person was a big no. He couldn’t get to love someone as deeply as he loved you.
With time he’d unconsciously use some of your quirks, or use some words you used to say. He’d even dress up with a uniform with your favorite color, as it was strangely comforting. And whenever he missed you, he looked up at the sky and mumbled how much he still loved you. And how much he will love you forever.
NEVRA
Bandits were always ones to barely care about the damage they did. If they already inflicted the law to do some evil, what would they care about injuring anyone to get what they want? Nothing.
You, Nevra, Karenn and their team got called to protect one of the harbors in a village, which was constantly threatened by groups of delinquents. They dared to hurt the elder and whoever got in their way. And as you got there, you all hid to prepare a trap to that group of bandits.
They weren’t the usual bandits, the usual thieves and murderers you’ve faced before. Yes, they were creatures, but they held long, customized weapons that looked pretty dangerous. The sounds of metallic steps made you all aware that they arrived, and the mischievous giggles from them made it even more clear.
You all got out from your positions to fight that big group of bandits. They were easy enemies, yet they had the bad ability of thinking at the same level as your team did, so it wasn’t really easy to injure them. Your goal was to trap them, not to kill them- but they needed to be defenseless first.
You and another creature were busy with a single bandit. It almost seemed like a choreography how you both attacked him to make the enemy release the weapon, and how he moved in a strategic way to protect himself. You felt some drops of sweat in your forehead because he was too precise with his moves, until you finally did a quick move that achieved to rip the weapon from their hands, hitting him on the nape to leave him unconscious. You looked around, searching for a mate to help and joined others.
As you finished tying a rope around a girl’s wrist, you looked around to see Nevra easily get rid of the amount of delinquents who were surrounding him. He easily cleaned his surroundings, it was impressive and clear why he was so named a leader. From far you could see one delinquent who was hidden and seemed to be aiming at Nevra. How did anyone not notice that girl being there? She seemed to be waiting for the perfect moment, and a smirk on her face was the sign that it was the moment. You saw her finger on the trigger, and you quickly ran towards Nevra, “guys, there’s a sniper!” you yelled as you ran, finally pushing Nevra to the side. He fell to the floor and looked towards you confused, and it all happened too quick, and you suddenly fell to the floor violently. Some of your mates went towards the sniper, defeating her, but it was already too late.
The bullet perforated a neat hole in your chest, the pain making you release an alarming yell for the vampire. The intense scent of blood twisted his stomach in fear. “No, no, no,” he mumbled in repeat, pressing his hand over the bound as he saw you breathing heavily. That place was lethal, and you were too far to get immediate aid. “Please, no! Stay with me, please, stay here.”
Wow, you didn’t imagine it wouldn’t be just as in shows, where the character gets shot and spends 3 minutes talking with their beloved. You were currently feeling lightheaded, with an immense pain and a great difficulty to breath. Your shaky, weak hand reached his wrist, attempting to give a squeeze but failing. “...ove you…” you whispered, making him press his forehead against yours.
“Don’t say that as if you’re dying,” he says in a desperate tone, caressing your hair with his free hand. “I love you too. I need you to keep your eyes opened, please,” he whispered, his lips kissing a few times your forehead.
But a soft and calm sighed escaped you. The last one. You’re last breath. He started to sob as he held you, embracing you firmly as he repeated your name. His stained hand caressed your cheek, leaving a trail of your own blood over there.
He spent a few minutes crying, not caring that all the job was done and they could successfully leave. There were others injured, but no one other have died. Only you. It made his own heart burn from the pain that view gave him.
Karenn had to make him get away from the scene. They had to leave with the bandits, and some others wrapped your dead body to send it back to Eldarya and give it a proper funeral. Karenn was also affected for seeing you like that, but she had to act strong because the most affected was Nevra.
Nevra cried for the whole night, letting Karenn hold him. Holding someone only reminded him of how he held you during your last minutes, if those were even minutes.
But he had to act as a leader, trying to keep himself focused on his tasks. But his mind always went back to that day. He was rude towards others’ unconsciously, just because he was overstimulated with his feelings to let others bother him more. He seemed present but was on his own world of negativity instead. He started behaving like a teen, and he hated that, but he was frustrated for not having protected you from that bullet. For not having done enough.
He gave the girl who shot you a proper punishment. One that he isn’t proud of and never spoke about to anyone. But he sought some sort of revenge towards the woman that killed who he loved the most.
The moment Valkyon died and Ezarel left he was even madder. He lost almost everyone. The only one he trusted the most and stayed with him was his sister, the only one he showed more trust.
He tried to reconstruct his life, going back to old habits to keep his mind busy in the bed of different creatures every night. Yet the simple act of holding them on his arms provoked him to wake up in the middle of the night, panting softly as he remembered about you. But when he sees you aren’t the one in his arms, he quickly gets dressed and leaves the bedroom without any explanations. Or he reached a point in which he accidentally moaned your name, reason why some girl got mad at him for that. But he couldn’t help it. He felt guilty for seeking the pleasure and affection only you knew how to give him in other people.
Nothing could replace you ever. And he didn’t know how to properly cope with it, asking Karenn for help. With time, he learnt to accept that, but he took a few years to finally learn to live without any of his friends and partner on his life.
VALKYON
It was the last day on that expedition, and as far as things were, everything was going perfectly fine. The nights with your team were comforting and warm after a whole day of sweating and wishing no one got seriously injured. Every day you all got closer to the cave where the actual enemy was. Valkyon was beside you all the time, not only being a great leader but also being a good support for everyone. And sleeping in his arms was the most energizing thing ever, those last nights of the expedition where he made sure you knew how honest his heart was.
The next day, the awaited fight arrived. You all were very prepared to face the giant creature that was hidden at the tip of that snowy mountain. You had a good breakfast, filled with vitamins and giving you the energy for the fight. Entering the cave made you all freeze from how cold it was in there. But it would be a quick fight, and then you all could go back home safely. It was known there was just one creature who lived alone, and whenever it went out in the mountains it was always to destroy villages for food, which were the innocent creatures on those villages.
With a great teamwork, you all achieved to dodge its attacks. Some took charge of tying its limbs as others made sure to end with its life. It wasn’t too quick, but quicker than Valkyon expected. You all happily celebrated the dead of the creature and saved some of the prisoners from there. But a loud thump echoed through the walls of the cave, causing some stone grains to fall from them. The cave was deeper than you all wanted to realize, as the darkness covered its length. But a pair of shiny, green eyes, looked at you all through that darkness. Then three red eyes, then some other eyes from various colors. Those eyes seemed to be getting closer, accompanied by the big bang that appeared to be coordinated footsteps. The darkness seemed infinite as the creature, or the creatures, got closer and there was no sight of it yet.
The fear settled on everyone’s bodies. Even Valkyon was paralized. You all expected one creature, which was already big. But there were more.
And another bang was heard, and finally the sight of a giant paw that crushed over one of your mate's body without any compassion. That paw was the size of the creature you previously killed. It was so close to you that you could feel the air moving your hair and clothes from the raw movement, even the scent of blood and the bitter scent of the creature. The silence lasted for a while until the panic got the best of the prisoners and some of your mates, which ran away while they yelled.
Valkyon started yelling orders to retreat towards the base, staying on the entrance of the cave to make sure everyone exited. You and some others were paralyzed from the panic. The whole cave was trembling. And the thump of the steps was covered by the cave starting to collapse.
Valkyon tried to look out for you, seeing that you were left behind as the rocks fell. He yelled your name as loud as he could. And you heard him, but you were completely blocked. Even more when a rock fell right on the only path to get towards the exit. Valkyon started punching the rock, then using his sword for it… he could still see you through a small gape, “Darling, please! Get here quickly, run! Run right now!” he kept yelling.
Just when your brain started to proceed stuff, you started to run towards there. But what could you do? Climb the rock? It was pretty useless. Valkyon’s tears started dropping at the impatience. He ordered the others to help him, “please, help me break this! Darling, try to be safe in there!”
And Valkyon, along with some mates, tried to break the rock. He looked once again into the gap, seeing you run towards him. His breath was very heavy, his heartbeat quick, and just when you were about to reach the blocked entrance, everything started to slow down. A wall started to collapse, and he saw your body slowly getting trapped under all those heavy rocks.
Valkyon had to get dragged back towards the base to escape. But he was very shocked. You were crushed by all those rocks without any mercy.
From this moment, his nights were spent overworked to avoid his thoughts or drinking beer along Ezarel and Nevra as he cried about everything that happened. His chest was constantly heavy and whenever his mind got random thoughts of you, he had to go cry in an empty spot.
The day he died, he laid down on the floor with a little smile on his face. His eyes looked at the blurry ceiling, as he thought that since that moment he could go with you and spend the rest of your time in heaven with you.
After you both were resting god-knows-where, the residents of Eldarya made a sculpture of you both together. It showed Valkyon holding you as you held the crystal from Eldarya, both with that sweet smile you both had.
LEIFTAN
You got ill. Very ill. It was one of the things you didn’t really think about when you got there. What kind of virus would they have? What kind of deadly poisonous stuff could you accidentally touch? And you certainly find out when you went to such a wonderful, exotic place in an expedition. The amount of vegetables, fruits and plants on the area were beautiful.
One of those plants was pink, purple and blue, a cute mix that called your attention. And it was strange for you to see. You crouched, touching it and getting disappointed when the touch wasn’t as soft as you expected. Instead, the tip of your fingers were numb after touching it. It was strange, maybe it was poisonous, you wondered. But you kept the healthy collection of fruits and vegetables and went back to the quarters, forgetting about that plant.
You washed your hands, hoping your fingers felt better, but you were in a rush and didn’t pay much attention to the fact that your hands did hurt.
Days went by, and your body showed random symptoms that you didn’t really like. So one night, before going to sleep, you talked with Leiftan about it. “Leif, three days ago I touched a precious plant. It was very pretty,” you started, calling his attention. He had that sweet, kind smile of his. “Oh, yes? How was it?”
“It was purple, pink and… blue,” and his smile started fading when you said that. He quickly looked at your hands, gently touching them. “My goodness… darling, I thought those plants…- shit, let’s go with Ewelein, now.”
You started to panic as he carried you to the infirmary, where Ewelein was calmly reading some papers. When Ewelein saw you both, Leiftan said a strange name you never heard — the name of the plant. And by the elf’s expression you could guess it wasn’t a good sign at all.
“See… this plant was supposed to be extinct years ago. It brings a certain illness no one can cure,” she explained to you. She started looking through your body, finding symptoms that made you three lose the hope when seeing that it was more advanced than you’d think. Leiftan held his tears, but couldn’t be compared to how scared you felt. You were going to die and it was a countdown.
You stayed the next days on the infirmary rather than on your own since your skin started showing pinkish bulges and scales you’ve never seen before. You felt weaker, and you lost your appetite and thirst as days went by. Leiftan was almost always there, searching ways to make you feel better, both physically and mentally. He stayed there all the night, awake, holding you on his arms. He tried everything. He tried to make you drink a potion of healing, he tried to place a warm towel on your skin to make those symptoms fade away…. But it was completely useless.
During those days, you both cried together, shared your last good conversations and lovely words. You both drew together, did some creative things he definitely would keep for himself to remember you.
One specific night you asked him to sing to you, as you were sleepy and wanted to fall asleep to an angelic melody. And who else could it be other than Leiftan to be angelic? No one. So he gladly started singing, his hand caressing your scalp. You closed your eyes and smiled weakly, yet affectionately, his voice massaging your ears with the best melody ever.
But you started to hear that sound fading away, your body feeling suddenly light and how you finally could sleep. A soft, content sigh left your lips unconsciously. His hand no longer massaged your scalp as he kept singing, his fingers pressing your neck gently to take your pulse. His melody became shaky as he slowly started to break down. That was what he feared the most. “Sweetheart, no…” he whispers, embracing you with such delicacy as if you were made of crystal, his tears falling on your face. It was going to happen at some point that week, but it was hard to accept it.
He filled his room with some details he had with you to remember you. He spent some nights looking at those details with a sad smile, caressing them. He was glad, though, that you were no longer in pain.
During the first nights, he had a very hard time finding some kind of comfort, placing his not-dominant hand over the spots you caressed on his body when you were cuddling. He lost his soulmate.
He was more vulnerable than usual, constantly zoning out and not being too careful with his work, as he usually was. Leiftan got a strange behavior from that moment, feeling very melancholic and shutting down the moment he saw something that reminded him of you. And whenever there was an event in the streets of Eldarya, his sad smile appeared, looking at the sky at some point and mumbling “are you enjoying this too, sweetie?”
You’d be his angel, proclaimed by him. An angel who’s always watching to protect him and fill his heart. He didn’t know if it was true, but it was the only way to fill the loneliness he felt.
LANCE
Everything was in peace since the day you returned from the crystal and Lance had no longer the intentions to hurt anyone else. Instead, he regretted everything he had done and wanted to show that he changed, that he didn’t want to hurt anyone at all.
He was currently happy with the life he had there. Even though he had that inner guilt of what happened with his brother that you perfectly were aware of. Lance compromised himself to protect you at all costs. He was terrified of losing you and felt like you were the only one who genuine forgave and understood him.
One night, you went out with some of the other guardians to do guard in the forest and the beach, having fun through that time. Lance was doing guard on the quarters meanwhile, not quite worried of anything happening because most of the nights until now have been safe.
Everything has been fine for you all, but an ambush changed everything. Shadowy creatures, specters from another dimension, appeared out of nowhere. And they weren’t simple enemies. They didn’t seek to fight, only to devour the life essence of those who stood in their way.
You fought with everything you had. You stood your ground as your companions fought as they could. But the enemy was relentless, so the easiest way was to escape. When you tried to flee to warn the others, one of those shadows slipped between your ribs like an icy edge, stealing your breath. Your energy was slowly drained, your skin lost its color, and your body fell limply to the damp grass of the forest. It was a direct and painless death. You didn’t even realize what happened the moment the shadow crossed your body as if it was used to it. Your open eyes reflected the moonlight, but could no longer see anything.
The guardians went towards the quarters, warning about the incident. Lance heard hustle and quickly went towards the main spot of the quarters, seeing your team but not you. “What happened to them!?” he grabbed one of the guardians from the shoulders, shaking him with impatience.
“T-they… they weren’t too fast to escape…” he mumbled, looking at Lance with regret and sadness. Lance said nothing, he merely stood, jaw clenched and knuckles white from the force with which he clenched his fists. His eyes burned in rage, in denial and devastation. He must be lying. You couldn’t be dead.
There was no way he could express the guilt that was burning him alive. After losing you, he got drowned by himself into that darkness of constant guilt, of constant self-destruction. He failed you and wasn’t going to forgive himself for that. He didn’t openly talk about that, instead, he got distant from everyone. Mathieu was there to try to comfort him, but Lance was so cold during the first days that accidentally hurt the young man’s feelings. His answers were colder, his impatience shorte.
Whenever he heard your name, his heartbeat raised to the point he had to leave or practice the deep breathing skills to not break down there. His heart was weak to you, and more now that he didn’t protect you. He never mentioned your name even if you were always present on his mind. He saved that memory as a testimony of his failure.
If he had goals before, now he just followed orders without questioning them. Not because he believed in them, but because he didn't care. Life became a succession of empty days, in which he did what he had to do, but without emotion.
And sleeping… sleeping became a punishment. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw you. He remembered you, smiling, on his arms… until the moment of the news returned. Until he found himself crying and apologizing all loud to your ghost, if you ever watched him.
Was he able to continue with a normal life? No. Or at least, not in the same way as before. He went on living, because death was not an option. But living ceased to be meaningful. He never loved again. Not because he couldn't, but because deep down he felt he didn't deserve it. Over time, he learned to carry the guilt without it consuming him completely. He learned to breathe, to move on without letting the pain paralyze him. But there always remained in him that emptiness, that shadow that would accompany him until the end of his life.
MATHIEU
You both decided to take a night walk where you’d be talking and having fun until you both were tired enough to keep your path. Eldarya was certainly a curious and gorgeous place. But it was also very scary how many creatures lived there, which humans’ didn’t believe in, were normal species in Eldarya.
And it was terrifying how many species you both didn’t know.
The walk went well until something, a shadow, ripped you from his side, making him get suddenly surprised. When he heard your scream he ran after you, his heart drumming in his chest. His breath turned to mist in the night air. Following you until you were still, standing at the edge of the black lake, your clothes damaged from the creature’s claws. The creature was with you. It had no face, only a throbbing void where its eyes should be. Its bony fingers dug into your arm, making you squirm in pain, the fear not allowing you to scream.
“No!” he yelled and lunged forwards, but it was as if time just stopped around him. His steps became heavy, his prosthetic leg failing and his other leg feeling truly heavy. The creature bowed its head, as if studying him with amusement. Then, with a slow, cruel gesture, it brought its other hand to your chest. You gasped. Your back arched as if an invisible force was tearing at you from inside. Your lips parted in a soundless whisper, and then, your body turned to ashes. You didn’t even fall. Your body was no longer a material on this world. You simply vanished, as if you never existed. Mathieu screamed until his throat did hurt, running towards the creature and taking out his sword to attack it. But the creature faded in the shadows, disappearing into the whispers of the forest. And he was left alone, with the echo of your name on his lips and emptiness in his soul.
Even explaining it to someone else felt so unreal, so strange. What if no one believed him? But when he told the others about what happened, they were truly aware of the existence of this creature. He was slightly mad. Why didn’t you both know about it? Due to the lack of knowledge you ended up dead. Worse. Turned into ashes!
That was one of the most cruel deaths he has ever seen. And he spent nights wondering why would that creature do that. You didn’t deserve that, and he wanted to seek revenge for you. He missed you at every painful second that he could stand.
He spent so many nights waiting in the forest to see if there was a miracle and you came back. He had very tiny hopes of you appearing once again. But he saw you fade into ashes… you weren't coming back. He was in denial.
He forced himself to be happy for his friends and the children that constantly asked him to play games with them. But there was a notorious trail of sadness in his eyes. There was no brightness as before. It was all forced.
He was constantly around Lance so he could distract himself, but nothing could save him from those thoughts.
What hurt him the most is that you didn’t complete most of your life goals. You were so young. That’s why he decided to complete them for you, except those who were too personal or those which included him. He couldn’t marry you, have children… but he’d be loyal to you until his death. He is mentally married to you, and his children would be your favorite pets. He’d take care of them, talk to them, sometimes ranting about how beautiful their other parent was, and how you'd be taking care of them since up there.
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Alex!! I will cut my hair for the first time in years this year (probably in april or may, for a wedding..) and I'm nervous and insecure about it. Could you do a reaction of the Eldarya TO routes when their partner gets a haircut without telling them? Short hcs, no need for longer ones! Thank you so much and take care of yourself, we love you<33
ELDARYA TO; the routes when reader gets a haircut!
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Fluff, TO routes x reader who has gotten a new haircut without telling them! sfw, short headcanons.
↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hii! I get your fear, but trust me, it is only because you're not used to it. I am sure that you will be stunning, my dear! Also, sorry for posting this late on Sunday, I am dying from how sleepy I am, but I didn't want to go to sleep without posting something. Next Sunday I will post earlier hopefully (I lost the track of time by studying lol) Love you, guys!!
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Ezarel
Something is different with you, but he doesn't know how to identify exactly what it is. So he stares. He stares until you're slightly uncomfortable.
“What is it, Ez..?” You ask awkwardly as you see him scanning your appearance constantly.
“Is it usual for humans to suddenly lose hair?” He raises an eyebrow. You doubt whether to laugh or face-palm. Meh... what about both?
The moment you said that you cut your hair, he'd react normally, as if it happened every day. And then proceeds to play with your hair.
He probably won't say anything about it out loud, but if he disliked it, he'd say it directly to your face. Which he didn't! So that's a good sign. In fact, he developed this habit of playing with the tips of your strands, curling your strands around his finger. This made you believe he liked it even if he didn't say it.
He loves it, my dear. He absolutely does. And he might stare at you from far away with a normal expression, but he is currently generating lots of compliments for you.
Luckily you don't read minds.
He sometimes plays with your hair by slapping it just to see it move. Of course, always being careful to not hitting you!
Nevra
Oh. My. GODD.
If you want it to be a secret or to be discreet about it, spoiler: you can't. The moment he sees you appear with that new haircut he's gonna gasp loudly and approach you quickly.
He places his hands on your shoulders and looks at the beauty you hold on yourself. A great smile appears on his face, “you didn't tell me about this! You look great, hun,” he honestly speaks.
Plants a kiss on your forehead and lets you walk away.
Then he might comment to his closest mates that you've gotten your haircut, and you look absolutely adorable. Makes sense why are YOU his partner.
And during the first week he'll randomly compliment your appearance by reminding you that you are very cute.
Kisses your hair occasionally, probably when you're focused on something or about to sleep.
Valkyon
When you first approached him to rant about a future mission, he clearly noticed. He is very observant but quiet about it.
His eyes fell to your hair sporadically, but casually, as he always does. Valkyon takes his time to admire your features whenever you're close to him. To memorize them. To think about them at some other moment he needs to think about you.
You were slightly disappointed at him not saying anything about it. But the moment your conversation reaches an end, he grabs a strand of your hair and says “your hair looks good like this, by the way.”
You left the room like :3.
And you can’t feel it, but his heartbeats are faster than usual. His heart needs to get used to that new view of you, which he has surprisingly fallen in love with.
Valkyon doesn’t fill you up with compliments like Nevra would do, but he'd randomly spit a few compliments in those moments where you are alone.
He’d never thought he’d like the idea of you with short hair so much, since he was used to seeing it longer. But he learnt that whatever the physical change is, you only surprise him by being prettier than before.
Leiftan
Probably the one who cuts… kidding, but he’s more than glad to do it if you trust him enough.
He got completely flustered when he saw your new haircut, looking at you in awe as if you were a mythological creature. He reaches to cup your chin gently, moving your head to see the angles of your hair. “I never thought you could be more perfect… but now... Wow.”
He’s a simp, not a surprise.
Helps you to style it if you’ve got no idea for it! Also offers himself to wash your hair because he loves to see the change of length, and to see how short it is when he clears your hair! It is so cute.
Leiftan will recommend you some products from Eldarya to make your hair more fluffy, which will make it very soft to touch and even cuter.
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Long scenarios, individual character x reader, fluff, slightly tiny little bit suggestive on leiftan’s part??, sfw and fluff in general :)
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EZAREL – First snow
The elf had spent several days on a mission, which would result in a nice nap in your room. Because, yes, when Ezarel is tired your bed is much more appetizing than his. While you read to keep yourself awake, Ezarel cuddled one of the many pillows on your bed. You could hear his breathing steady and calm, finally resting after the exhaustion away from you. Time had passed quickly, both for you and for him, and the sun had hid in the horizon. The room was getting darker and darker and for the sake of your eyes you had to turn on the lamp in the bedside table. You closed the book and set it aside, curling up under the comforter next to Ezarel. You felt sorry for him, and how his face had troubling dark circles under his eyes. Taking enough courage to face the cold winter atmosphere, you left the bed and your room, heading to the kitchen. You wanted to spoil Ezarel when he woke up from his not-so-little nap, and that concluded in giving him hot chocolate with marshmallows. You had a hard time convincing Karuto, but he allowed you the luxury of taking two cups since it was, after all, that time of the year in Eldarya.
Once you returned to the room, the aroma of chocolate was enough to rouse Ezarel from his precious sleep. You heard a grunt coming from the elf, who was hiding his head under the pillow he was hugging, as a sign of his awakening. “Oh, I thought you were dead,” you said jokingly, moving towards him. He pushed the pillow away from his arms and rubbed his face wearily, trying to look as awake as possible. “Are you okay?”
With a sigh he uncovered his face and turned his gaze to you, still coming out of his trance. Slowly he nodded. You could see that his hair was quite messy, which was adorable. “The temperatures have dropped...” his voice was hoarse from exhaustion. “What have you brought? It smells too good” He asked as he continued to lie down. He didn't seem to have much desire to get up. Seeing Ezarel so comfortable filled your heart with warmth. You walked over and finally sat down on the edge of the bed, showing him the cups. That was enough to make him sit up.
“I brought a gift,” you mused with a soft smile. The elf redid his ponytail and hugged you by the shoulders, causing you to almost throw the chocolate onto the bed.
“Ooooh, thank you so much!” He said to you in a firmer, more awake voice. To help you settle in, he made a space in the bed for you, holding his own mug in his lap. You settled in next to him and both of you began to consume the sweet contents of the cup. “That's amazing, thanks for the thoughtfulness, hun.”
The sweet and savory combination of hot chocolate and marshmallows invaded your mouth, you wanted to melt from how good something hot felt with the temperature so low that day. “Yes it's true that it's quite cold today...” You muttered, covering your lap with the blanket. You got a playful look back from him. And without having time enough to think about what he was up to, you felt something icy on your leg. His foot. With a jump you jumped up, letting out a small squeak, “Ezarel!” Your reaction was all he needed to burst out laughing. “My God, nasty!” you felt a shiver, not only from the cold, but from the fact that a foot had touched your leg.
“Just know that my foot is clean,” he said with a chuckle, watching your body go numb with disgust. “I think if you pull the blind down it will be less cold,” his suggestion didn’t sound that bad. With your free hand, you pulled aside the curtain to lower the blind. But you saw how the streetlights allowed you to see the faint fall of a few white flakes. The ground still retained its orange autumn color, hinting that it was just beginning to snow.
“Ezarel, it's snowing!” You exclaimed instantly, causing some interest in the elf. Somewhat lazily he threw off the blanket and walked to your back, looking out the window.
“Oh, that explains why it was so cold today.” He murmurs and you notice how his hand rests on your waist. His smile widened with affection as you watched the snow fall steadily. “How cute.” He whispered to himself. As the snow continued to fall, slowly accumulating on the ground, you were able to feel his lips press carefully to your head. Ezarel settled small kisses on your head as you continued to admire the snow. “I hope you're not thinking of going outside. You'll get sick.”
“But you have to enjoy life a little, Ez...” You glanced in his direction and watched how he frowned slightly.
“If you couldn't stand my freezing foot, you'll be less able to stand the temperature outside.” He genuinely mocked you, giving your hip a little squeeze. “Let's go back to bed, come on.”
As much as you wanted to complain about the elf's decision, you knew the most logical and cozy option was to snuggle up next to your boyfriend as you watched the snow fall. Both empty mugs rested on the nightstand, your back resting against his chest while the blanket shielded you from the surrounding coldness. It was certainly peaceful, and the open call of winter. Ezarel's slow, rhythmic breathing against the back of your neck lulled you into sleep. You knew that when you awoke you would find the Eldaryan streets covered in snow.
NEVRA – Under the mistletoe
It was lovely how all Eldaryans had cooperated to decorate the streets with Christmas decorations. Even the headquarters had been decorated and in the center of the hall of doors there was a big Christmas tree. But still you had not had enough time to admire all the decorations. The work had you stifled, the reports kept coming in, and you questioned whether the work would ever be finished even at this time of year. You wanted to spend it like in your childhood, without school, in bed resting and having fun with your family and friends. Instead, you were there, working in the library without a break. What it was like being an adult now... A soft grunt escaped your tired lips. You were sure that chair was shaped like your butt at this point from the time you had spent sitting there. You stretched your limbs, causing your foot to push the table a little and, as a result, a pen fell to the floor. “Shit...”
“Didn't they tell you to keep quiet in the library?” You heard a whisper from behind you. You looked up to meet Nevra, who was holding a small smile on his face, showing some sympathy for you. His hand rested on the back of the chair. “You look like you need a break.”
“Of course I do...” You sighed, picking up the pen from the floor and looking at the papers you had left to review. Nevra sighed with you, not too convinced to leave you there, exploiting yourself with work.
“Put this down, darling,” he grabbed your hand, using his other hand to set the pen down on the table, ”come on, let's unwind.” The icy touch of his skin contrasted the gentleness with which he held your hand. With a tug he lifted you out of the chair.
“Nevra, I must finish this...” You groaned, though you didn't have enough strength to stop your feet, guided by him. You walked out of the library, unrestricted by noise.
“Let Kero handle it, he's been spoiling the kids all day.” Nevra chuckled, looking over his shoulder at you. “Have you seen the Christmas decorations?”
“Yes, from afar” you replied, meeting the peak of the large Christmas tree. You descended the stairs and could see that the tree was indeed huge. There were some children with their mothers looking up at the lights with excitement. It was cute. “It's bigger than I expected...”
“I assure you it was bigger.” Nevra's fingers interlocked with yours. “You'll see, in a few days this area will be full of gifts,” he told you with a certain cheerful tone as he pointed to the free space between the ground and the last leaves of the tree. As he spoke he was drawing you towards him, circling the tree slowly, ”there will also be for you. Christmas was not celebrated in my village. The first year here it was mind-blowing, there was a bigger tree, and Karenn got lots of presents.”
“And you?” you asked, looking up at him. Nevra looked thoughtful, chuckling softly and shaking his head. His footsteps stopped in front of the Pantry, his eyes focusing on yours.
“I received gifts, yes - all from my fans.... I didn't like them very much though.” He mumbled, looking up at the ceiling with a weary sigh. “But I know this year my gifts are going to be better. Even if they're not in great quantity, they're going to be of the best quality.” The assurance in his words made you laugh.
“You're too confident.” You said jokingly, poking his arm lightly. With a soft playful groan he looked back at you, then looked away again.
“To not be, sweetheart, since it seems my beauty has caught your eye,” he giggled even more, nuzzling your chin delicately and making you look up. Oh, the mistletoe... “You hadn't even noticed, huh?”
“You did it on purpose...” You noticed a certain warmth in your cheeks, looking up at Nevra again. You were both just below. His hand slid down to cradle your cheek, using his thumb to gently caress it.
“No, no way.” With some sarcasm he replied to you, taking a few short steps to close the distance between you. “You're going to be my best Christmas present,” he whispered, not even taking a few seconds to consider if he should. What was clearest to Nevra when he was with you was that he wanted to kiss you. His lips soon found yours, waiting for your response before making them dance together. It wasn't a kiss with any other intentions beyond proving that his words were honest. The love he was conveying through his gentle kiss wanted to make you melt. His other hand held your hip to keep you steady on your feet.
The moment was so beautiful that you had forgotten the world around you. Nevra's essence was magical and enchanting, it made you feel unique in the world, like no one else existed.
“Fuck, not again!” You heard a growl next to you. Karuto was sick of couples kissing at the door of the Pantry, and God, you were interrupting the passage! It was normal for him to get angry. However, his reaction got a chuckle out of both of you.
“Well, that didn't work out too well...” Nevra mumbled, looking at you with a playful grin, “I hope my gift isn't over.”
VALKYON – Christmas lights
Your boyfriend had been so busy putting up the streetlights that you had barely been able to see him. You knew that going to see the lights with him would be a problem since he might have hated them by the end of the week from seeing them so much. You were surprised that Eldarya also had a Christmas market, but you were looking forward to going! You decided to shower and get ready for when Valkyon returned from the forge. Maybe insisting once with going would be enough, maybe a few kisses could pay for the tiredness of the last weeks preparing the Christmas decorations. This little dragon has a soft heart for you, so it wouldn't be a matter of minutes before he agreed to go with you. Just to spoil you and see you happy.
You heard the door open, showing Valkyon entering along with a yawn. He was used to finding you in his room when he returned, in fact, he openly lent you a copy of his room keys. “Welcome back!” you said enthusiastically, receiving a kind and warm smile.
Evidently he noticed that you were dressed better than usual. He crawled on the bed until he reached you and kissed your shoulder ever so gently. “You look beautiful,” he whispered, you could smell a certain aroma of metal, fire, wood and light sweat from him, ”what's the occasion?”
“I wanted to go see the Christmas lights,” the softness in your voice showed your hesitation for his answer. Valkyon was silent for a few seconds, looking at you as he nodded his head, waiting for you to continue. “Would you like to come with me?”
“Sure,” his response was instantaneous, and you were relieved to know he was willing to go. “Shall we go now?” What you liked most about Valkyon was how direct he was when he had something on his mind. He didn't even care that he wasn't dressed up enough, he just wished he could go with you. You stood up and waited for Valkyon to get warm. Together you left the headquarters behind. You noticed the change from the inside of the building to the outside, as the night allowed the Christmas lights to shine. The market stalls were also reflecting lights that coordinated each other's colors. Some stalls were red and some green, some red and some white... It made a cheerful vibe, as well as creatures playing instruments in the sweetest and most talented way possible. The lights that hung from lamppost to lamppost had different shapes, but also accompanied the familiarity of the time.
“Wow, you guys did an amazing job,” you expressed, the hanging lights showing some typical gingerbread cookie figures, then creatures with presents, then Christmas balls, snowflakes.... You could see what a great job they had done the last few weeks.
“I'm glad you like it,” Valkyon added with a genuinely pleased expression. You walked through the streets, admiring the details the markets had to offer. From books to handmade pendants, from handmade bags to instant food stalls. “If there's something you like, let me know.”
“No, it's not necessary. I just want to see the lights.” You let him know until you finally reached a bench in a more secluded spot that would allow you to see the visual wonder that was Eldarya during Christmas. You took his warm hands to make him sit with you. “The lights look beautiful. But I think you're the prettiest light here.”
Your heart flipped a little at the cheesy words you said, but it seemed to embarrass Valkyon at how pretty they had been. “I beg to differ, you are the light of my life. I have done nothing. You have improved the lives of many people here.”
“Hush, hush. We are both each other's lights,” you laughed at how he frowned in embarrassment. His heart was beating faster than normal.
“Sounds good to me...” he calmed his posture and merely smiled, ”but just know that you look even better than those lights.” He pointed down the populated street, making you laugh at his insistence. As an affectionate gesture you leaned your head on his shoulder, looking at the Christmas stalls. Valkyon also rested his head over yours, sighing calmly.
“I love you,” you hear him whisper. The instruments played by creatures made the atmosphere more romantic between you. Valkyon always had the most direct way to make you feel loved.
“What did you say?” you teased, earning his neutral stare.
“That I love you. I love you very much.” He affectionately held both of your hands.
“Me too, very very much.”
LEIFTAN – Christmas baking
Leiftan has always been a person who prefers to stay in the background. He prefers to listen rather than talk, he prefers to see rather than do. He thought it was adorable to watch you bake, and he was sure that if he joined in, he would destroy the vibes. But this time you hadn't allowed him to watch and had dragged him into the kitchen to make some Christmas cookies. Before he could complain, you both had your hands full of flour as you kneaded the dough into shape.
“I don't know why you don't do this more often,” you began in an attempt to break the silence, distracting him from the tree shape he was making.
“What? Baking? I don't think I'm very good at it,” he muttered with an uncomfortable smile. You frowned slightly, seeing your partner's insecurity for most things that required some dexterity.
“Well, you're wrong. You're making some very pretty shapes.” You replied as you pointed to the cookies on the counter that he had made. It was very satisfying to see the shapes of little angels, bells and snowflakes. A small, shy, chuckle escaped his lips, shaking his head. “You'll see that when you taste the cookies you'll melt from how well you've done.”
“Really, love...” he continued to laugh as he finished his tree cookie and placed it on the tray next to the others. “Whenever you want, we can put them inside the oven.” He said to you as he washed his hands of the flour. You finished your little snowman cookie and placed it on your tray, then looked at him and nodded your head. Between the two of you, you placed the trays in the oven, and now it was your turn to wait until they were golden brown. In the meantime, Leiftan was in charge of melting chocolate to decorate the cookies later.
He was quite a focused person. Only your playful side would bring him out of that shy side to do crazy things. With the spray can of whipping cream you decided to approach him, “Leif? Open your mouth for a second...” the smile on your face went unnoticed, because the blind trust he had in you was.... well, blind. He opened his lips slightly, and it was enough for you to fill the small space with a mound of whipped cream. He opened his eyes widely and swallowed instinctively, starting to cough from shock.
“Love!” He exclaimed between coughs, making you laugh even harder. But poor guy, he was red and all from embarrassment. It took him a few seconds to pull himself together, looking at you with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. “That's playing dirty...” he muttered and with his thumb he smeared the tip of your nose with chocolate. You made a small gesture of displeasure in jest, reaching for the chocolate with your tongue, which made him laugh. “Ah no, not that,” his thumb sealed your lips so you couldn’t use anything to clean yourself. In a quick gesture you tried to attack him with the whipped cream again, smearing part of his cheek and nose. You stuck out your tongue to tease him, licking his thumb. With a shudder he pulled away.
The kitchen was invaded by your genuine laughter. Moments like that with Leiftan were totally adorable and full of affection.
“You're dirty,” you said as a matter of fact, teasing him and totally ignoring that his hands had left traces of chocolate on your face.
“So are you,” he said in the same tone, taking your jaw carefully and reaching up to wipe the chocolate off your cheeks with little kisses and innocent bites. It made you shiver in a ticklish way.
“Are you trying to eat me?” you teased him, knowing he would be completely embarrassed. But nevertheless he answered you with a little hum, kissing the tip of your nose and finally your lips.
“Maybe,” he answered you with a gentle whisper. This man was going to kill you at any moment. “You'd have to be just as gentle and clean me up.” You couldn't help but get butterflies when he talked to you that way. He still had a trace of cream on his cheek, and there was a long wait until the cookies were ready. You smirked subtly.
“It's my turn to try to eat you then.”
LANCE – Secret santa!
You and Mathieu had decided to revive the Christmas spirit and celebrate a secret Santa the year you came back from the crystal, and it was the best choice ever! It became a tradition to do it every year. This year wasn’t the exception. Many agreed to participate, and you had had a month to get inspired and buy gifts. You were Eweleïn’s Secret Santa and with your budget and all the hints you had obtained from her, you decided to buy her some white earmuffs and a brown scarf. You all gathered at break time in a circle, and all the gifts had been placed in the center with the names of those for whom the gift was intended. The only thing that worried you was that Lance had been too quiet for the last month, and you planned to talk to him if that didn't change during this meeting. However, you could see the anxious and excited faces of some of your mates, even you had a certain adrenaline rush to know Eweleïn's reaction to your gift.
When she held it in her hands you tried to keep your expression as neutral as possible, and a sense of relief came over you when you saw the elf react positively. She realized that it was you who had given her a certain gift because she was giving different hints for her gift to different people.
You were anxious to know what it was that had been given to you and who had given it to you. You watched as Mathieu received gloves from a random girl, as Lance received a coat from Nevra. It was all very friendly, and you were delighted to see that Lance was more cheerful than usual around so many people.
You finally had the gift in your hands. You could tell from the shape that it was a box. You were very impatient to know its contents so you quickly got rid of the paper and, evidently, there was a box. When you opened it you found a box of chocolates, a soft and warm blanket, a book... and another small box? You decided to open the small box only to find a ring and a note that read
“would you like to marry me?”
Your jaw dropped, realizing immediately that it had been your partner, Lance, who had been your Secret Santa that year. “What? Really?” you whispered in shock. Suddenly the whole circle fell silent, spectating your response. Lance was the one who had been the most anxious during the stay. He nodded his head slowly. “My God...” Still in awe you pulled the ring out of the box, looking at it with a big smile and a twinkle in your eyes from the illusion.
“Are you going to say yes or do we need more time for you to say yes?” Karenn asked, snapping you out of your trance.
“Of course I am going to say yes. Of course I want to marry you, Lance!” You exclaimed excitedly and the immediate response from the others was to clap enthusiastically. Lance didn't think twice to get up from his seat and embrace you, lifting you a little off the ground.
“Thank you so much… Thank you so damn much..” He whispered over and over again. He gently set you down on the floor and then knelt down, taking the ring from your hands. “May I?” You immediately nodded with excitement, giving him your hand so he could place the ring on your wedding ring finger.
Once again, the applause began, though Lance ignored it and focused on planting a firm, contented kiss on your lips as a thank you for making that decision.
“Then the next thing we can do is start planning your wedding!” Mathieu exclaimed enthusiastically.
And without a doubt, saying yes was the best decision you could have ever made.
MATHIEU – Making snowmen together!
It had been very spontaneous of you and Mathieu to go out that night to play in the snow. But what could you do? Your boyfriend was like a restless child from time to time and sometimes dragged you into his bad ideas. Your feet sank into the snow with every step you took, which slowed down your running to escape the snowballs raining down on you from Mathieu. Each one of them hit your back, not hard but not gently either. You laughed, trying to counter him with your own balls, but missing half of them.
“You're really bad at this!” Mathieu said with a chuckle, hiding behind a bench.
“Don't hide coward!” You exclaimed as you grabbed a large amount of snow and ran towards him. You heard him let out a rather high-pitched scream as he started to run away from you, but you were quick to drop all that snow on him, making him fall. “Now who's the bad one at this?”
“Okay, I give up...” He said with a chuckle, glancing in your direction as he shook the snow off his coat. It has been like half an hour since you both started that snowball war. “Let me rest...” He muttered dramatically as he lay there in the snow, closing his eyes and sticking out his tongue as if he were dead.
“Have you ever thought about doing theater? Because you'd be bad at it.” You jokingly commented to him, placing both feet on either side of his torso. He frowned a little.
“That's envy, I'd be very good at it.” And with a quick movement he grabbed both your ankles, pulling you to fall on top of him. You grunted a little, your hands on either side of his head for balance. With his playful smile he gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Do you want to try to make a snowman?” he proposed, caressing your waist affectionately.
“That's not a bad idea,” you nodded, standing up even though you had started to settle into that position. You gave him your hand so he could get up, shaking the snow off his coat again. You both began to roll the snow, bundling it together and focusing on making balls satisfactorily large enough for your snowman. The first attempt came out a little... small. He named it Max, your son. You used stones to decorate his head. The mismatch between many of the attempts was honestly hilarious. But Mathieu wanted to make a snowman that would last all winter, if possible.
“Honey, let's make one like the… animal crossing one, you know?,” he told you with a proud smile, ”so that even they will be proud of how well we made them.” Mathieu continued rolling up a ball too big for your liking.
“Ah, right... you know it is not going to come to life, right?” you teased him, adjusting the snow to form a medium-sized ball, which could fit the one Mat was making.
“We're in Eldarya, anything is possible,” and he was absolutely right. But when you put the two balls together, nothing happened. However, it was satisfying to see how well it was coming together. “Only the head is missing. I stole a carrot from Karuto for the nose.”
His happiness reminded you of that of a small child, and it was contagious.
“Is that so? Nice, one more reason for him to hate us,” your comment made him laugh as he helped you to form a smaller ball for the head. “I'm going to take care of getting sticks for his arms,” you let him know. Mathieu nodded, taking charge of forming the face to your snowman. You walked away a bit to get some wooden sticks large enough to fit the medium-sized ball. Mathieu was so focused that he was frowning.
“This is the perfect creation,” he whispered, sticking the carrot in the center of the face and putting a hat on its head. He didn't forget about the scarf detail either, even if it sacrificed his neck to the chilly atmosphere. You applauded him, honestly impressed by how well it had turned out for you. But it hadn't come to life.
“Good job, baby! What are you going to name this one?” You looked at him with amusement. Mathieu was taking the job seriously.
“Eh... When it comes to life, it'll decide that for itself.” His pride was evident to hide his lack of imagination at that moment. You hummed, thinking for a moment.
“Let's call him Valky, I think it suits him perfectly.” You commented, adjusting the hat so it wouldn't fall off. Mathieu's smile softened, agreeing with you. Even if he hadn't met Valkyon, he knew the importance he had in Eldarya.
“I'm sure he would have loved to see this.” He laughed, wiping the snow off your own coat. “Do you feel like going to dinner? All this exercise has left me hungry,” proposed the young man with a sweet expression. Your guts were roaring with hunger, too. You couldn't say no to him.
The next day Mathieu got sick from lending Valky the scarf.
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Since we have Nevra, Ezarel, Valkyon and Leiftan "as your boyfriend" how about Lance next? I know you don't like him much but I love your writing!!
ELDARYA; Lance as your boyfriend
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Even more headcanons of Lance as your boyfriend! fluff, sfw, ANE.
↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It’s alright, I must confess I kinda like him because he is hot and that but I find it difficult to write about him. I hope you enjoy it though!
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Long story short, he is very attentive with you.
He views you as one of his biggest priorities the moment he is aware that he has fallen for you. He puts your needs before his own, but Lance fears to be tiring for you and keeps his distance as much as he can, yet he will always keep an eye on you to check that you are doing good. Whenever he has the occasion he will ask if you are alright, no matter the context.
He doesn’t show too much affection in public other than checking on you.
But in private you will definitely see that he is touch starved. He craves your touch and doesn’t make a big effort to hide it. The moment you put your hands on his hair, he’s going to lean against you and wrap his arms around you. More than once he napped as you gave him gentle caresses because it makes him forget about all the stress from work. You are his comfort and favorite person.
I’ve said this before in a previous post but… Lance is a gentleman, he is always going to be respectful with your decisions and your preferences. He has a great memory and remembers every single detail about you. You are feeling bad? He will make you a tea if you enjoy it, or he will wrap you around a few blankets and cuddle with you, or he will give you your space if that’s what you need. It's your birthday? He will make sure your bday party is done at your expectations.
Mathieu is your adopted child the moment you become Lance’s partner. He is the biggest supporter of you two and has helped Lance several times to organize dates. Mathieu is the evil voice in Lance’s head which cheers him up to buy you useless but cute stuff in the market just to make you happy.
So more than once he would come back home and give you a tiny detail from his meeting with Mathieu.
I mentioned before that he adores taking naps when you caress him, and he will give that affection back, that’s for sure. He’d let you rest over him, he adores to feel you completely on top of him as he holds you close to him. Lance would massage those spots that relax you to help you fall asleep in his arms.
Thanks to you he learnt the meaning of genuine love, of how to accept love and to love back.
His smell is more sensitive due to his dragon instincts, allowing him to know when you are close due to your scent. He is in love with your scent and how it intensifies whenever you are with him or you are feeling certain stuff, it is also a great way for him to know how your health is, to know if you are close to getting sick or if you are fine.
I won’t lie, he gets pretty possessive by his natural instinct and likes to smell the mix of his scent with yours, making sure for him that he belongs to you as much as you belong to him. He’d bury his face in your neck to memorize your smell as if it was the first time. He’d compliment you about how good you smell rather than your looks, but he also compliments your looks gladly.
You are his favorite view. More than once he found himself staring at you with a loving smile on his face. And when you are talking to him he doesn’t even hide the fact that he is staring at your beautiful eyes, getting distracted by your features instead of listening to you.
But don’t worry, even if he gets distracted by your beauty he is willing to listen to your ranting all the times you need. He doesn’t immediately answer, he is rather taking his time to understand you and enjoy your voice.
He is the type of guy who in case he initiates physical contact in public it’s due to ‘practical’ reasons. He’d tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as it ‘might bother your eyes’, he’d fix your clothes subtly and allow himself to rest his hand on your hip, he’d hold you firmly by the waist when the area is crowded to not lose you…
There is no way he is allowing yourself to feel insecure about yourself. The moment he realizes you are looking at yourself in the mirror with such a worried expression, he’d start acting. He’d wrap his arms around your waist and kiss the crook of your neck “It’s normal that you stare at yourself. I would also do that for years seeing how stunning you are.”
He means every single word he says.
And do not worry because his actions do compliment the honesty of his words.
Kiss the scar on his face and he is gonna get all soft and happy.
He gives you goodbye kisses on the tip of your nose.
Good morning and night kisses on your forehead!
Lance is very good at kissing no matter if he seems nervous at first. But once he starts, he has no end. His kisses are slow and extremely romantic, and more than once he had left your legs trembling from how breathtaking his kisses can be. He holds you firmly all the time, as he had the big fear of you disappearing right after kissing him.
I believe he is aware of how his hand placement affects and he is capable of making you feel those butterflies when he casually touches right exactly where he knows he can make you flustered or at least nervous.
He is giving you his jackets and coats whenever you are feeling cold. His body is already cold so he can stand low temperatures longer.
He is completely devoted and loyal to you.
Even if he doesn’t share his thoughts with you, he has already planned how he will propose to you to marry him and he has a whole idea of how he wants his future to be with you.
He is truly patient with you and won’t ever doubt to explain you stuff or facts about dragons or any subject he knows about. Lance likes to see your curious side and feed you with knowledge.
For him, love is a way to grow as a person. With you, he could reach to finally forgive and love himself. He is happy and feels at peace with you.
That doesn’t change the fact that at the beginning of the relationship he felt guilty for being the one your heart chose. Was it a good decision for you? He didn’t trust himself, why would you? You were truly a wonderful mystery for him, and he was scared to take a step on his life such as allowing someone to love him like that.
It took him time to accept your love for him, but he liked the feeling of someone caring for him, someone bringing the emotional support and happiness he needed for so long.
You will get the privilege to ride on a dragon and that’s honestly the coolest thing of dating him.
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"H-hah!" The sounds of steel and fists clashing echoed under the tree Valkyon used to love. Gardienne coughed, but didn't let up as Lance stepped back to defend himself. Her eyes zeroed on a weak spot, but her sword hit his blade as soon as she blinked. He should have gotten this over with already, but very little piqued his interest in the last seven years, and her eyes... They were murderous.
She brought her arm back, jumping from his attack and trying again from a lower angle near his left ribs. He tried to block it, but a sharp pain on his right shoulder made him shudder, falling on the green grass, now stained with a few droplets of blood. Lance watched her, motionless, waiting for her next move. She lifted her sword and he was sure he was going to have to block a blow that would be fatal otherwise, but his steady hand didn't have to lift his blade.
Her eyes, once murderous, stared at the single cherry blossom that fell between them. Her stare wavered, her focus had changed. She looked at Lance and he expected words. Maybe fists. But her eyes, once so full of wrath were now lost. She dropped her sword, turning around with a last pity look sent his way.
He was dumbfounded for a second, enough for her to leave between people and their companions. Since when did he care so much about what other people were thinking? His head spun as he could only grab and look at the blossom, now covered on the blood that dripped down his hands.
In the distance, he could hear wings flapping. But it might've been just on his mind.
