#falk beloved

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Chalk is Canon💍💐

...On my island! At last

I finally made enough miis on my island and Falk wanted to propose immediately🥹

We ignore the fact I made him fumble the first time because this time I completed the mini proposal game first try🙂‍↕️

(I changed up Cherise's look a little and I'm still experimenting but I'm happy with how she looks! I got Falk pretty much perfect the first time and nobody knows how)

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And Love

Pairing: Falk x Fem!Detective

Summary: A soft morning shared and filled with sunlight that's been a long needed reprieve

Prompt: Honey / Teeth from @wayhavenvalentines prompt list !

Tags: fluff and pining

Disclaimers: none!

Word count: 1,212

A/N: I didn't have time to make a banner for this fic but I'm proud of it nonetheless <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Golden sunlight spilled in through glass panes, all it touched set aglow. 

Spring had yet to commence, the ground frosted over late in the night into early morning.

Cherry's fingers oftenmore fell victim to the cold. 

The air held a chill, any breath expelled beyond indoors a plume of condensation.

Daylight grew stronger as winter faded but the crisp weather was unforgiving all the same.

High or low, frigid weather found a way.

Soon the icy ground would be no more and grass would retain it's vibrant green.

Not for some time, though.

For now, the windows were drawn closed and locked, no flowing breeze to grace her face, unless she dared step outside.

Which was no fret, until only the cold kissed her fingertips, until her cheeks went a shade of unnatural pink and shivers threatened to seize her body.

Cherise would rather not face discolored skin and freezing air in her lungs.

Just the steady warmth of indoors, under blankets and accompanied by steaming cups of tea. 

Honey and sugar swirled in until it melted to the bottom of the decorative cup. 

Heat billowed from the vents in an attempt to warm the space, a soft sound that kicked in.

It disturbed the once idle and poise state of her dress.

The nightgown was over the top, draping well past her feet, loose enough to breathe, ruffled at the top and the color of blush.

It captured her attention long enough for Falk to drift back over.

With ease, he slinked back to his rightful place at her side.

The pastries on the kitchen island long forgotten, of which she had him try, even just a bite.

Ever reluctantly, he did so for her.

It still made her smile, dimples and all, over how the simplest things were abnormal, unusual, strange to him, purely human, as he dated one.

Things that were foreign concepts to him, while to her it was merely everyday life.

Introducing them to him one by one wasn't growing old.

No matter what she concocted, there was never a time he could bring himself to say no to her, it seemed.

The present beckoned her, nothing new to ambush him with in sight.

With a refilled cup of tea, he leaned back against the wall, a pillow at his back.

His long legs outstretched while hers were curled aside her, tucked away under fabric.

He was the moon wrapped in shades of a midnight sky, grey dappled in color. 

The inner sleeves colored the morning rise with silver embroidery lining. 

Even his sleep clothes held a certain mystique, the style too romantic (in her eyes) to be considered remotely casual.

His hair splayed out in all it's glory, no braid in sight and silky in the frames of light.

The morning was lazy, filled with whispers and kisses interchangeably. 

A rare dawn where she didn't have to rush off, where she could linger.

Much to his delight instead of dismay of her being stolen away.

The rest of Wayhaven still slumbered as the sun shone.

The sheer curtains splayed open to let the light spill in just enough, lest they catch sight of Falk. 

Explaining that away to some poor couple wouldn't bode well.

Risk was something they had come to toe the line of, experiment with how far they could go without being caught. Skipping on slippery stepping stones, mishap or not, they'd bound through or fall together.

It was a steep hill, whether it was them lounging near an open window or Falk surprising her during work and kissing her senseless.

It had been so since the beginning of their relationship.

"You look like a dream wrapped in gossamer."

The fairytale like words crept up on her, dragging her gaze to meet his.

Just to find he was already staring, so many indescribable things in the depths of inky black encased in gold.

"And you're a vision in sunlight."

Throwing compliments at each other until the other gave in seemed to be another game of theirs.

There was an urge to be closer, to feel his warmth, go lax under his touch, hear the beat of his heart.

And so the only rational next step was to cast aside her teacup and settle herself on his lap.

It took him by faint and fleeting surprise, setting aside the glass occupying his hand to welcome her into his arms.

Usually it was him inspiring color in her cheeks but she caught the way it spread across his skin.

Cherise leaned in, intent clear across her face before hovering.

"The only human incapable of resisting supernatural charm and you just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

It was so easy to fall under his spell, be drawn in by his nature.

A heart-devastating grin pulled at his lips. "I think my being equally as besotted with you makes up for it, wouldn't you say?"

Falk closes the gap between them, nose gently bumping hers as they rest together.

A man so eloquent you could never picturing him tripping over his own feet, and on occasion did so in her name.

Unable to draw another breath in his presence, she put them out of their misery with a simple kiss.

The simplicity of it didn't last as he deepened the contact, his tongue delved in to intermingle with hers.

With no second though, she melted into him, not because of any sun but because of his warmth.

It was no secret, how he wished to be the sunshine on her skin, to be the gold always wrapped around her.

Except he was, and with every kiss, they were silver and gold melted. Timeless.

His hand smoothed over her rapid pulse, whether to soothe it or induce it, she didn't know.

There was nothing besides this.

Soft lips, softer whispers, softened hearts.

Time was no object here, not this day.

Lost to what was between them, neither of their grasp on the other faltered.

Breaking free from the kiss, laughter spilled from her lips as he chased after her.

Covering her in his affection, one brush of his lips at a time.

In all their shared time, this was all she had come to know.

Happiness, Understanding, Love.

More like resting then running.

His dipped down head rose up, eyes raking over her and taking in the sight.

Cherise noticed the slight squint to his eyes, readjusting to the light. So she reached past him and drew the heavier drapes closed.

The room was cloaked in shadow, the suns rays warded off, for a time.

While he beamed in sunlight, there was still an endurance to it

Watching on as he blinked a few times, as she came back into focus.

There was a sparkly quality to his eyes, as if stars were laden into them and beholden with such a warmth they couldn't help but melt golden instead of gleaming silver.

Her fingers ran through his hair, drifting through the strands.

Falk's arm snaked around her waist, as if to ensure there was no chance of her flitting away.

Just as the sun rose, they would find themselves this way again as it set.

Under the welcoming gleam of the moon, no space between them in it's glow.

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It feels so good to have a piece done! I haven't posted about them in months but they're always on my mind <3

[hanna-writess]

Be my once in a lifetime

Pairing: Falk x Fem!Detective

Summary: Time is only a concept and they've lost track of it in the space that's only theirs

Prompt: Safe Place / Loneliness from @wayhavenvalentines prompt list !

Tags: fluff, domesticity, banter

Disclaimers: none!

Word count: 564

A/N: This took me all day but I'm here! and I'm happy with this even if it's short because I told myself not everything needs to be incredibly lengthy

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Strong arms were encased around her, unyielding but gentle.

Falk's soft breathing was the only thing she could hear.

Cherise no had idea what time it was, how long it had been.

The show they had mindlessly put on was still playing, and a blanket that hadn't been there before was draped across them.

Sinking further into his embrace, she maneuvered to face him.

Her eyes were still heavy with sleep as she wiped it away.

Stretching out across the expanse of the couch, her limbs entangled with his.

The only light sources the dim kitchen light and flickering scenes from the television.

There was an innate urge to trace his features, his cupids bow, the curve of his brows, the ridge of his nose, the shape of his jaw.

The tension that could be found there, no longer present.

So instead, her eyes traced over him, line by line. Top to bottom.

Her soft puffs of breath that were unsettling wisps of his hair didn't seem to bother him.

The littler details, the rise and fall of his chest, the fluttering of his lashes, the fall of his hair, the ease in his expression.

A hush had blanketed over her apartment complex, no slamming doors, no sound of footsteps, no chirping of birds or chattering voices.

This place had become a safe place to land or fall.

There was a internal struggle, whether to wake him or to let him slumber peacefully.

"I can feel you staring," He mumbled, all without opening his eyes.

"You don't like it?" She teased in a whisper.

"Not what I said." He countered, with a humorous edge to his voice.

A smile tipped her lips, head slightly tilted on his shoulder.

His eyes fluttered open to reveal a kaleidoscope of black and gold.

The welcome sight of her dimples greeted him, of which he couldn't help but reach out and caress her cheek.

Her hair was a mess of disheveled curls, glossy eyes fresh from sleep, her body curled around his. An arm slew over his chest, a leg draped over his lower half, her head resting just by the slope of his neck.

It was home.

"Do you-"

"Do you really wish to move?"

For one able to resist her mind being read, he usually finished her sentences, answered her questions before they could fully flee her mouth.

It should have been eerie, how well he knew her. The way he could read her body language, pick up on any of her hints or queues.

Except it wasn't, never would be. Because to be loved was to be known.

Her soul had been long bared, her heart in his hands, her thoughts in his mind, her body long acquainted with his.

A small shake of her head sufficed this time.

The couch was spacious enough, it would do so for now.

It's not like they desired space, when they were almost in each other's skin, when they never passed over the chance to adhere as one.

So, Cherise settled in even impossibly further, hiding with him from the rest of the world, from everyone else.

Falk gently rested his chin on her head, the scent of her shampoo flooding his senses.

This was the sort of comfort neither of them had known, the kind they yearned for, now tightly within grasp, it would never be let go.

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[hanna-writess]

Merry Christmas everyone!!

My bestest friend @crftsr made me art of Falk and Cherise for the Secret Santa we did🥹🩷

The absolute gasp that escaped my body when I first saw this, I'm so obsessed with the pose

I CAN'T EVEN PRETEND TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS LOOK AT THEMM.

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Thank you for the tag @anticupid16 ! This moodboard's for Falk and Cherry (who else) I had some of these saved already and others I had to find, but I feel like this captures themm

To distract from my current dilemma, I'm throwing this out here to cope

Tagging: @l-llavellans @serenpedac @dannydoteggg (I'm not sure who all was tagged already-) and anyone else who wishes to join in! No pressure ofc

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id love to hear about cross your fingers, tell me it’s forever !!

Hi Rian! Thank you for the ask 🩷

The fic that has been in the works probably the longest😭and a favorite of mine even if it escapes me at times

It's bordering on about 5k words (kill me now) and explores the start of something between them, just one night (or so they say) and a lifetimes worth of heart eyes

"Cross your fingers, tell me it's forever" was derived from a song I can't even remember now but these specific lyrics spoke out to me, leaped out as a fic title

Out came this idea, where all the overlapping tension finally settles and the only kind that's left is the one simmering between them

They've worked together, practically debated together, found a middle ground between them and now that's all been said and done, it's just the two of them

Just two people from completely different worlds that have been toeing the line of more without really dipping their feet in uncharted waters

However, without anymore distractions they're left to face the undeniable attraction between them 🙂‍↕️

I've shared so many snippets, it's been shared to death😭and as of right now, there's nothing lengthy enough to count as one but I will give you one of my favorite lines

To his perplexity, nothing deterred her. Not his past, not his touch, not his prickly nature. She prodded about his past, leaned into his touch, and liked his tendency for curiosity.

I've written this in pieces and chunks and not at all in order, so editing this will be so painful💔

BUT CHALK MY BELOVED🩷 they make it all worth it

Hurt/Comfort is a guilty pleasure of mine and for the life of me, I cannot bring myself to fully write angst when it comes to them

ITS BEEN TWO MONTHS SINCE I'VE WORKED ON IT WHAT HAS MY LIFE COME TO

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I keep thinking about an under the weather Cherise and how that would be with Falk

I've seen many people's blurbs about their detectives and UB and obviously, how they can no longer get sick

But I've been so curious about whether or not Falk and his people can actually catch sickness or fall ill

Because they can spread it but does anything affect them? I'm so nosy and I don't have answers

Cherise would be the type to worry about getting the one taking care of her sick and if it's Falk, is there any risk of that?

It might be a no-brainer but it doesn't stop me from wondering

[hanna-writess]

"Please tell me the truth" for Cherry and Falk 🥺💛

Thank you for the ask Ryn!🩷 now @mornynge (sorry it took me so long to get here) From this prompt list!

WC: 1012

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Cherise's head tilted, taking in the sight that was Falk.

They were tangled in sheets, drenched in moonlight. Her head resting upon his shoulder.

Impulse made her lips press against his skin, lingering in how they brushed against him with thinly veiled gentleness.

There was no easy explanation to what this was, they just were.

His chest rose and fell with every shallow breath in the quiet, arm snaked around her waist, caressing the expanse of it.

Words were caught in her throat as it closed in on her.

This was too intimate to be casual, too soon to be a romance.

At least that's what she told herself.

It would be different if he hadn't spent nights with her, spilled his secrets, treated her so tenderly.

She was no better, inviting him to stay, asking for more of him, cradling his heart.

Lines had been crossed and this dalliance, if you could call it that, had become blurry.

Someone you had come to know like the back of your hand was not just anyone.

A fling didn't run his fingers through your hair, stare into your eyes to meet your soul, connect constellations on your skin.

...For the first time in years for it to be simply nothing.

But what if? A venomous voice whispered in the recesses of her mind.

There was the offhand chance it wasn't serious, that he could do all this and remain unattached.

Bring her flowers and what nots, walks under moonlight, greeting her through glass in mornings if he weren't already in this shared bed.

A shift in his nature brought her attention, looking up through her lashes at him.

There was something in his eyes, something she couldn't make out, through the pool of black and oh so familiar ring of gold.

Hard to read at the best of times, it seemed he had made an exception for her. Falk didn't bother shying away when she would pry, didn't put any effort into a pretense.

Where others saw an emptiness, she saw dimensions. Vast and ceaseless, depths to explore.

A gaze she could see herself getting lost in.

While Cherise scrutinised the look to those eyes, Falk studied her with the ease of a lover, eager to learn her inner-workings.

What her mind was conjuring and spinning with.

"Cherry?"

"Mhm?" It was a noncommittal hum on her behalf, until she realized there was an edge to his voice. Whatever haze she was in bled away, as he came into focus.

There was a pause, his parted lips struggling with words while she held her breath.

It seems composure was lost on both of them.

"This isn't a means to an end for me," he confessed, soft and uncertain, like at any moment he would lose his footing, balancing on only hopes. "I wouldn't know what to do with myself if it ended."

It seemed he couldn't stop since he had started, everything that had weighing on his heart spilling free, with a place to land.

"What I'm trying to say is.. Does what we have mean as much to you as it does me?"

"Could you.. see yourself spending a life with me?"

The question sounded like somewhat of a surrender and his choice words made her heart skip a beat.

Not just endless nights, lazy mornings or anything in between. Something more akin to forever.

This was a chapter to her life she didn't want having a close, to simply turn a page and learn he wasn't on it.

There was no room for some half way answer, not after all that had led to this breath holding moment.

There had been lighthearted moments, joking that they were a peculiar pair, about some untimely ending, how this- them was a bad idea.

None of it ever came to fruition, though. They hadn't let it.

"I.."

The answer was on the tip of her tongue, waiting to be freed. To be heard. I see myself with you everyday, you beautiful fool.

"Please tell me the truth," He whispered.

Like he couldn't bear going another second without knowing.

Falk hadn't untangled himself from her, hadn't ensured any distance between them, hadn't looked away in what might be the face of heartbreak.

Her face.

With faint freckles he had traced, lips he had brushed, eyes that were the silver to his gold.

"You can't tell?"

It was truly a cop out, scrambling to come up with words that had relentlessly tormented her but refused to become even a semblance of a mere sentence.

A soft huff left him in the shape of a laugh, humorless and sardonic.

"For the life of me, I wish I could."

There was a rasp to his voice, breathy and deep. Genuine in it's tone.

There was a sense of disbelief, her heart was on her sleeve, thrumming with no place to hide.

Yet, it wasn't surprising given how they danced around each other.

How could they notice when they were so wrapped up in one another?

"You know I can," She breathed in admittance.

The gloom that once weighed on him lifted, an incredulous and tentative smile tilting his lips as his forehead met hers.

It was relief.

"Meor'dal, you have no idea how much I've wanted to hear that."

Cherise had some inkling about it, seeing as she had nearly combusted before and after, filled with things she didn't dare name and releasing what she now knew.

She still had no idea what that simple endearment meant, what it conveyed, but it felt like love.

It had been spelled out clearly, cursively and in all his actions and on her skin, she had just been reluctant to see it.

How they would figure out this venture, she hadn't a clue.

But it seemed insignificant now, wrapped up in certainty and him.

All that mattered was they were together in it.

Unable to be apart from him any longer, her lips found home in his while his hand cupped her face.

The night was young, and so was this love.

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Okay so what was supposed to be a short prompt turned into 1000 some odd words, and it seems like I'm incapable of writing short things

I haven't done a tag list in ages and have no idea of anyone would want to be tagged (i post so inconsistently sigh💔) but if so lmk <3