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[Image source linked at the end!] So I envisioned this scene idea because #1, I feel uncomfortable when I don't wear my glasses, and #2, I daydreamed about Hajime wearing glasses and I thought it was so cute so I decided to write about it! I hope you like the scene! :D

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It was late at night, nearly half-past eight pm. I just got out of the shower after a long day. Exhausted, I look around for my glasses halfheartedly, wanting to finish up a few tasks with Hajime before snuggling to bed. After a few short moments of scanning the room, I realized that I did not seem to find them anywhere.

If it's alright, may I request headcanons for Nagito and Hajime with a short s/o? I'm fine with either poly or separate!

Of course! <3 I'll do a separate version of this request! Here's the separate version! Hope you like it! :D

Hajime Hinata:

He would tease you about it (not in a disregarding manner, but in a way that you would laugh along).

If you're ever subconscious of your height, he'd reassure you that regardless of how tall you are, he loves you no matter what.

At times, he would take items you need and hand you them or wait for you to jump on your tip-toes to get them before helping you.

Sure he's a bit timid about admitting this but, he finds your height cute. Hajime knowing that you're small enough for him to wrap you in his arms and cuddle makes him happy. It makes him feel like he's protecting you in a sense.

Nagito Komaeda:

I feel like he wouldn't seem to touch the subject at first, but he would toss in some jokes here and there whenever it's needed to lighten the mood.

He thinks it's a tad cute that you're smaller in height compared to him.

Of course, he would never insult you! He seems to view everyone around him in a higher manner, so there's no way he would ever intentionally hurt you!

I'm not sure if he's quite the type to cuddle or hug his significant others, but if he doesn't, he uses words of affirmation to comfort you.

More Vale/Hallendrest Lore: fluff edition

I was so mean to Aila I thought it might be fitting to give her another good love story.

Halvar opened his eyes in the darkness and rolled over with a groan. His arm fell on the bed where his wife had fallen asleep beside him but was no longer laying. With a sigh he rolled onto his back understanding why he had woken up. He never could sleep when Aila wasn't beside him.

He peeled the blankets off and climbed out of bed. After clothing himself in a warm robe, he made his way out of their chambers and down the hall where the guards stood.

“Your highness.” The man bowed. Halvar hesitated, but decided against demanding he not be called highness. Despite the thousands of years that he had been husband to the one the people lovingly referred to as their Eternal Queen, he was not the king of Vale.

“How long ago?” He asked.

The guard’s face scrunched in thought, “Maybe…half an hour?”

Halvar nodded and patted the man’s shoulder as he passed. The guard started to fall in behind him before Halvar waved him off. “I’m immortal. The room needs more of a guard than I do.”

He heard the guard hesitate before returning to his post. Halvar chuckled to himself as he continued on. He inquired after Aila of the few servants and guards he came across as he moved through the palace. No one knew where she had gone though he did work out that she had left the palace.

By the time he reached the entry hall, he was annoyed.

“Where-“ he began to ask the guard when her voice filled his mind.

I’m in the temple, love.

The guard frowned as Halvar stood before him, mouth still open, the rest of the question unasked. Halvar shook his head. “Never mind.”

He made his way down the street on foot in the cold, dark night. His annoyance faded as he approached the temple which was lit with several orbs of nymph light, making a silhouette of the statue that stood before the doors. A warrior with emerald eyes and a sword whose tip rested on the stone base, looking as one would after winning a difficult battle; exhausted but triumphant. The life-like expression rendered with perfection by his wife lifetimes ago.

Halvar glanced at the statue as he made his way into the temple following Aila’s lights until he found her where he had expected once she’d told him where she was. He came behind her as she sat on the stone bench before the large stone mural of her wedding to Zuriel. Faint nymphlight lingered on select stones ornamenting her hair. He rested a hand on her shoulder and she reached up to lay hers on top of his as she turned to look at him.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, love.”

Halvar smiled and threw a leg over the bench to sit straddling it to face her. “You didn’t exactly wake me. You crept out quietly enough, I just can’t sleep if you aren’t there.”

She smiled at him and he leaned forward and pulled her closer to him, draping her legs over his and hugging her to his chest.

“I don’t remember our wedding.” She said wistfully.

Halvar laughed and released his grip allowing her to sit up with his arm resting behind her. “We’ve been married almost five thousand years, dear. No one remembers our wedding.”

“I know,” she said, still studying the mural. “But it would have been such a significant thing to wed myself to another immortal, you’d think we’d remember that.”

Halvar followed her gaze to the mural. “Are we talking about our wedding?”

“Mostly.” She said and studied the image she had long since memorized a moment longer before turning to face her husband. “He just seemed so significant in the histories…”

“I don’t remember him any better than you do.”

“But I was his wife.” She said with exasperation.

“I was his guardian.” He said with a shrug. “There is just no way we can remember out entire lives. What would that do to us if we knew every moment of the past six thousand years?”

Aila huffed and turned back to the mural. “I don’t understand why it doesn’t bother you more.” She said after a moment.

“I just accept that I am immortal and as such I will have to know things without remembering them.” He took her hand in his and studied her fingers as he laced his with hers. He looked up at her as he saw her turn. “I know that you were my best friend’s wife. I was married to his sister. I had one daughter and I don’t remember any of it.” He released her hand and traced her cheek. “All I know is all long as I can remember, I have loved you and been loved by you. I have been happy, and I just can’t care about a past I can’t remember when my heart is so full of what I have now.” He leaned in and kissed her, lingering in the kiss before pulling back. “Any other questions?”

Aila sighed and leaned her head against his, taking his hand in both of hers. “Does it bother you that it bothers me.”

“Yes, it does, but that’s only because I know it makes you unhappy to not remember.”

“Please don’t think I am not perfectly happy with you.” She said with a plea as she pulled back to meet his gaze.

Halvar smiled and nestled his head against hers again. “I know you love me, Aila. I don’t even ask that you be perfectly happy with me. I’m not perfect.”

Aila reached up and cupped her hand on his neck. “ I do love you. You are my heart. I could not be happier with you.”

“Good.” He sat up, forcing Aila’s hand to slip off back onto her lap where he gathered it up and kissed it. “Now, come back to bed.” Aila extracted herself from her husband’s lap and they made their way back through the temple, hand in hand.

#Hallendrest lore #Vale Lore #fluff scene #Halvar #Aila #Vale stories

Happy Valentine’s Day from the After/Effects crew!

In honor of those celebrating Valentine’s Day, here’s one of the rare fluff scenes from the Day Out of Time universe!

Fahd always felt the countdown to the Day Out of Time as a faint hum in the back of his mind, but for Mia it seemed to buzz in her very bones. She tapped her toes without noticing and drummed on the closest surface with whatever was in her hands.

“Maybe I shouldn't have caffeinated you,” Fahd remarked from his bed. He set his book down and watched Mia's back as she sat at his desk, ostensibly playing an online game but really keeping time with her free hand.

“I'm fine,” she muttered, firing digital arrows at a troll.

“How many raids have you done in the last hour?”

“Psh.” Mia looted the troll's body and moved on. “Four.”

Fahd sank back onto the pillows with a sigh. “You're going to wire yourself up until you never get to sleep.”

“It's therapeutic. I'm a lot calmer than I was an hour ago.”

He was quiet for a minute. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

On screen, a minor boss died. “Kinda.”

“You're with a good group. Opal will take care of you, inshallah.”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”

“I mean—” Fahd took a deep breath and tried again. “They'll help you. If you need it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Come lay down,” he said.

The music changed as Mia entered the final boss's chamber. “In a minute.”

Fahd rolled out of bed and padded over to the desk in just his boxers. Mia's character wasafemale elf in a black metal bikini who was kicking some serious ass.

“I love to find the skankiest armor I can,” she murmured, still absorbed in the colorful slaughter. “It's usuallythe highest ranked anyway.”

“Mm-hm.” Leaning over, Fahd pulled back the collar of the shirt that she wore—his shirt, discarded some hours earlier when they first arrived—and kissed the freckled skin where her shoulder met her neck. Mia inhaled sharply through her nose, and her scantily dressed elf took an unexpected hit.

“You're blowing my concentration,” she whispered as his mouth continued to explore the sensitive areas.

He moved up to her ear, nibbling on the lobe. “Stop me anytime you like.”

Without any further argument, Mia logged out of the game and turned around. She latched onto Fahd's neck and pulled herself up. He responded by lifting her until she could wrap her legs around his waist, never breaking contact with her mouth for more than a split second. Before his hands could settle comfortably under her rear, the puckered scar on his hip twinged.

Mia felt his wince and pulled back immediately. “Put me down,” she said.

“It's fine.”

“No, it's not. Put me down.”

Sighing, Fahd turned and set her down on the bed. She tugged the top of his boxers down over his left hipbone, exposing a puckered white circle the size of a dime. “Did you just move weird?”

“Maybe,” he said, brushing a hand over the top of her thick curls. “Hey—I'm really okay.”

Mia pulled her legs up and rolled over to make room for him on the bed. “You shouldn't pick me up if it's going to hurt you.”

“Mia, my pack weighs more than you do.”

She lifted her arm as he slid in beside her and tucked it against his side. “Much as I always like to hear that, I'm serious.”

“I know,” Fahd said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. The hum faded even further into the back of his mind as he pulled her against his chest with the ease of practice. He breathed in the smell of her hair, and tension that he hadn't even noticed leaked out of his muscles in a rush.

“I love you,” he whispered.

He felt her smile against his chest. “That sounds like a personal problem.”

Fahd reached down and tickled her, and she squirmed away with a laugh. “No,don't, I love you too, I promise. I promise.”She settled back into his embrace, this time with one hand curled in the hair on his chest. “Are youworried about tomorrow?” she asked softly.

Fahd tightened his grip. “Yeah. Anything can happen.”

“Part of me wishes we were on the same team again,” Mia said, brushing her fingers back and forth. “I don't like the idea of you going off without me to watch your back.”

“I don't like it either, but I think it'd be worse if we were together. I wouldn't be able to concentrate.”

Mia reached up and nipped the bottom of his neck. “Me neither.”

Laughing, Fahd ran his hand down her arm and said, “That's not what I meant.”

“I know, I know. You're no fun.”

Fahd pushed her shoulder against the bed and rolled over until he was on top of her. “No fun?” he asked, enjoying the way her breathing quickened.

“Okay,” Mia admitted. “Maybe you're a little fun. Just a little.”

Fahd leaned down and kissed her, inhaling her little moans and sighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck again. He loved this soft time, when they were both safe and pressed close to each other's hearts.

There would be time for worry later.

#aftereffects #my wips #valentine's day #love #fluff scene

not saying La Vie En Rose is gonna come up in the next chapters, but La Vie En Rose is gonna come up in the next chapters.

#fluff scene #atp #ml #mlb #ml fanfiction #across the pond

Glacia hugs my chest and stares up at me. Our eyes close, our lips touch. We’re still wearing the flowery coils the drunken Dalish man threw around our necks, and the fragrant scents engulf us. In a blur, I feel the bed against my arms. Glacia’s hair fans under us, and her hands are on my shoulders. Up my neck. Down my chest. Her head sinks into the pillow. My hands sink in the blankets.

And as we kiss, I can taste the flowers’ nectar.

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