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New Selendox Headcanon I just thought of
-Selene hates the smell of cigarette smoke. Arias does occasionally smoke, but he never does it around Selene. Whenever Arias does smoke he'll change clothes afterwards so Selene won't smell the leftover cigarette smoke when he visits her.
Happy Valentine's Day from Selendox (Arias got her a small bouquet of peonies since they are low in pollen and also took her out to her favorite cafe downtown)
Someone PLEASE make more fanart of this ship I BEG OF YOU
Dr. Glass: Is this your plan B?
Dr. Paradox: Technically, this is plan P.
Dr. Glass: Plan P? Is there a plan M?
Dr. Paradox: Yes, but I marry Dr. Kazan in plan M.
Dr. Kazan: I like plan M.
A kiss in the park 💚🩵
I love how this turned out
༻𓊈𒆜First Steps 𒆜𓊉༺
(A Selendox first date scenario)
The evening had a soft chill to it, the kind of crisp air that made the streetlamps glimmer against the wet pavement from an earlier drizzle. Selene adjusted the scarf around her neck, muttering quietly to herself about forgetting an umbrella again, when she heard a familiar voice call her name.
“Aγαπη μου,” Arias said warmly, stepping out from behind a corner with a small, lopsided grin that immediately made her heart skip. “You look… stunning.”
Selene blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the words in her native tongue, and felt the faintest blush creep up her neck. “I—thanks,” she muttered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Arias extended his hand, a playful twinkle in his eye. “Shall we?”
They walked side by side, their steps naturally falling into rhythm. Arias led her to a quaint little cafe tucked away on a quiet street, the warm glow spilling through the windows and painting golden rectangles on the wet pavement. Inside, the air was fragrant with freshly baked bread and coffee; cozy jazz music played softly in the background.
Arias had already reserved a small corner table. Selene couldn’t help but notice how thoughtfully he had planned even this—the perfect spot away from most of the chatter, yet close enough to feel the life of the cafe around them. She felt… safe, in a way she didn’t often allow herself to.
They ordered simple things—her a warm chai latte, him a cappuccino, and a shared slice of chocolate cake. For a few minutes, neither spoke much, instead savoring the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. Selene traced the rim of her cup with a finger, feeling Arias’ gaze lingering on her.
“So,” he said finally, breaking the comfortable silence. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.”
Selene looked at him, wary at first, but the earnest curiosity in his eyes softened her defenses. She took a slow sip of her latte before saying, “I… I have a habit of scribbling random thoughts in a notebook when I can’t sleep. Sometimes it’s just nonsense, sometimes… it’s memories I’d rather forget.”
Arias reached across the table, his hand brushing hers lightly. “And do you write them to forget, or to remember?”
Selene paused, thinking. “A bit of both, I suppose.”
He smiled, squeezing her hand gently. “I like that. It means you’re brave enough to face yourself.”
The conversation flowed naturally after that—shifting from favorite books to childhood memories, to silly hypotheticals about traveling the world together. Arias made her laugh so much that her chest ached; she tried to scold him for teasing her, but her laughter undercut any words.
After dessert, Arias suggested a walk. The rain had stopped, leaving the streets slick and shiny. They wandered through the city quietly, sometimes talking, sometimes just walking, their shoulders brushing. At one point, Selene shivered, and Arias immediately draped his coat around her shoulders.
“You look ridiculous,” she said, half teasing, half grateful.
“You look adorable,” he countered with a wink.
They stopped at a small park, the lamps casting long, soft shadows. Arias turned to her, his expression gentle. “Selene…”
Her heart skipped. “Yes?”
“I know this is… first-date cliché territory, but I’ve been wanting to tell you this: being with you feels… right. Like, I don’t need to pretend, and I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
Selene’s breath caught. She searched his eyes, finding nothing but sincerity. “I… I feel the same,” she admitted softly, her hands trembling slightly in his.
He leaned closer, and she leaned in instinctively. The kiss was brief, soft, tentative—but it sent warmth rushing through her chest. When they pulled back, both were smiling shyly.
“You really are something else, Ωραιότατος,” she whispered, using one of her favorite pet names for him.
“And you, μέλι μου, are exactly the kind of trouble I want to get into,” he replied with a grin.
As they walked back toward the city streets, side by side, Selene realized that first dates didn’t always have to be nerve-wracking. Sometimes, they were the beginning of something real, something worth leaning into. And with Arias, she didn’t just want to lean in—she wanted to stay there forever.
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Poisons, Psychology, and Pillow Talk
The dimly lit rooftop bar hummed with the low murmur of conversations and clinking glasses. A faint scent of citrus and night jasmine lingered in the air, blending with the subtle tang of alcohol. Selene sat in the corner, her posture rigid, shoulders almost unwillingly relaxed against the plush velvet chair. In front of her, two of her closest colleagues—Dr. Agatha Rights and Dr. Sophia Light—had already commandeered a small table, littered with half-empty wine glasses and a plate of charcuterie.
“Selene, you have to loosen up tonight,” Agatha said, her tone both teasing and sharp. She leaned in, resting her elbows on the table, eyes gleaming. “You’ve been coiled tighter than one of your own vials of neurotoxin lately.”
“I assure you, I am perfectly relaxed,” Selene replied smoothly, but the slight twitch in her fingers as she lifted her glass betrayed her.
Sophia snorted. “Relaxed? You’ve been messaging Arias three times in the last hour just to see if he’s responded. And don’t give me the whole ‘professional check-in’ excuse. I know that text pattern.” She wagged a manicured finger.
Selene blinked slowly, one eyebrow arching. “I—” she started, then stopped. Instead, she picked up a piece of aged cheddar and considered it thoughtfully. “I’m simply…ensuring the efficiency of our communication channels.”
Agatha and Sophia exchanged a glance, both suppressing laughter. “Channel efficiency is code for he hasn’t texted me back and now I’m going to die,” Agatha said flatly.
Selene ignored them, though the corner of her mouth twitched.
Sophia leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Look, we’re your friends. And friends tell each other the truth. You like him. Like…like like him.”
The words hung in the air, and Selene felt her carefully cultivated calm teeter. She allowed herself a slow sip of wine, watching her reflection in the darkened glass. “I—interest is a liability,” she murmured.
“Interest is what keeps you human, Selene,” Agatha countered, reaching over to lightly touch Selene’s hand. Selene didn’t pull away. Not immediately.
“Besides,” Sophia added, grinning mischievously, “he’s Arias. You’ve spent the last six months teasing him, poisoning him in the most metaphorical sense, and then pretending it’s all professional. You cannot tell me you don’t want something more.”
Selene tilted her head, considering. “Something more,” she repeated, the words unfamiliar but not unpleasant on her tongue.
Agatha leaned back, spinning her wine glass. “Okay. Step one: You have to let him know you care. Subtlety works for lab experiments, not emotions. He’s smart—he’ll catch a hint, but he can’t read your mind. Not yet.”
Sophia chimed in, “Step two: Let him see your softer side. He already knows how brilliant and intimidating you are, and he loves that. But the rest of him—he wants the person behind the poison bottles. Even if it’s just a small thing. A shared coffee, a glance that lasts too long, hell—let him see you laugh at one of his stupid psychology jokes.”
Selene frowned, though her expression softened imperceptibly. “Laughing at him… voluntarily?”
“Yes!” Sophia clapped her hands. “Not as a researcher evaluating a subject, as Selene Kazan, the woman Arias secretly thinks is completely untouchable.”
Agatha grinned. “Step three: Don’t overthink it. You analyze chemicals down to the atom, but emotions? They’re messy. Let him handle some of the risk.”
“I am…uncomfortable with messiness,” Selene admitted quietly.
“Good,” Sophia said, nudging her. “Because this is going to be a mess. A fun, frustrating, heart-pounding mess. You’re allowed to admit that.”
Selene exhaled, a little of her usual rigidity slipping. “And if I fail?” she asked softly.
“You won’t,” Agatha said. “He’s Arias. He already notices everything about you. Every small gesture, every coded text, every vial left on his desk. He’s been waiting for you to drop the pretense and show him you’re… human.”
Selene let the silence settle, tasting the words. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted her glass again. “Very well. I will…consider…human interaction.”
Sophia snorted. “Consider? That’s the best you can do?”
“For now,” Selene said, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips.
Agatha and Sophia exchanged triumphant looks. “Progress,” Agatha murmured, raising her glass. “One tiny, terrifying step at a time.”
Selene clinked her glass against theirs. “Tiny. Terrifying. Human. Noted.”
The three women leaned back, laughter spilling into the night as the city lights flickered around them. For the first time in months, Selene allowed herself to enjoy the chaos—not the controlled chaos of lab work, but the messy, intoxicating chaos of possibility.
And somewhere deep in her chest, the thought lingered, unspoken: Maybe Arias wouldn’t mind the mess at all.