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[xincerely-yours]

✿︎☾︎ "𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬, & 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬" (𝑉𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠! 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟) | 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 | 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 | 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙

❦︎sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐀 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ -pairing: 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬,𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚, 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧, 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐬, 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦/𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚, 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢 (𝐅𝐆𝐎)

❥︎ not proof-read; fluff; possible errors and ooc; gender-neutral reader; established relationship; late halloween special; inspired off that one fgo okita comic where she tries to spook master by putting on a blanket and act like a little cute ghost; there goes my writing streaks, once again ww; still needa progress through Amphoreus aaack; reader looks like a little medjed; reader is the master in Kondo's part; written before Phantom Alter/Tragodia EN release(and Act or Die event release so take note of any possible spoiler, in case!); might consider a part two with few more characters (initially had two more but alas, there's an image limit. I'll think about continuing it. (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠))

🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨

It's finally Halloween! The season of trick-and-treats, ghostly frights, pumpking carving, chilly vibes and scare-athon has come once again.

You sat on a chair in your room, boredly waiting the time away as you stared at the window to your side, your eyes darting over to the outside world beyond it, and you would watch, as you saw kids clad in their halloween costumes hop around in merriment while carrying their little pumpkin-carved baskets by their handles, filled with candies and chocolates they have received by kind passersby and from doors they have knocked on.

You hummed to yourself, elbows leaning over the windowsill, as you meet the gentle blow of the wind brush at your skin. It was quiet, not until a certain idea came to your mind—

Why don't you spook your beloved as a little ghost?

A look of mischief gets written all over your face. Your lips curve up to a smirk and your eyes glinted with mirth, as you rose to your feet, scrambled to the cabinets to take out a clean piece of white blanket. Yes, this is perfect. You'll just get it washed later, as you then decide to doodle ghostly eyes and mouth on it with a marker. You marveled at your creation, right before peeking out the door, scanning your surroundings. You'll wait behind your corner, right until your beloved would walk by.

Hearing the gentle creak of the door, followed by the clicking of shoes and footsteps, you sensed someone was walking by, and caught a brief glimpse of your beloved as they had arrived at your shared space, placing their coat onto the racks at the side. Perfect timing.

You slip on the blanket, letting it cover you from head to your legs, showing only your ankles and feet. You were snuggly covered in it, as you waited in lay, until he finally reached your corner and—

"Boo!"

You hopped out from where you hid, imitating a ghostly sound as you blocked his way. Now, how does he react?

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬

❥︎ Before he even reached your corner, Flins had already heard the light shuffling of sheet and the light giggling that emanated just nearby. Flins is not one to ruin the fun, even if he may have caught you already from afar.

❥︎ When you jumped out with the attempt to adorably spook him, Flins stills in his place, smile curving up his lips, after a small gasp escapes past his lips to humor your cuteness— er, spookiness.

❥︎ "Ah, my love, you've certainly surprised me...with your adorable ghostly form, I must say." He would comment, eyes scanning you from head to toe, taking note of how smaller you appeared in front of him, almost like a little chibi. He could never not be fond of you, in such a state.

❥︎ As you waved your hands, and is just about to pry the blanket up to have a better look at Flins, he nimbly takes the initiative and reached for the soft fabric with his gloved hands, lifts it up as if he were lifting the veil of his bride, locks eyes with you with his smile still present on his lips.

❥︎ He leans down, and as if to match your spooky cuteness, before you could even react, you felt the soft brush of his lips against yours and the world stops for a moment or two. Flins closes his eyes, wraps his arms around your waist as you slowly eased into his affection after your momentary shock at his affectionate reaction as he deepened the kiss— which was sweeter than any candy.

❥︎ When he pulls away, his face still lingered inches from yours, and rather than marvel at a ghost— he marveled at his beloved, whose makeshift costume slowly slipped off of their head. Oh, how the tables have turned. No matter what you do, this beloved Fae of yours will always find a way to outspook your affections ♡

ꨄ︎ "𝑯𝒆𝒉𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓... 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆... 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒉𝒎?"

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒂

❥︎ At seeing you pop out of nowhere, clad in the makeshift ghost attire, Varka does look slightly taken aback, taking a step back before wrapping his arms around you mid-hop, causing you to land not on your feet, but on the blonde knight instead, who recomposed himself to form a cheerful smile on his face.

❥︎ "Whoa there, darling! Dressing up to match the spooky vibes of the season, are you?" He'd muse, holding you and then up into his arms, cradling you like a marshmallow. Varka had just returned from a mission that he took his knights out with him for, so having you surprise him in such a way eased the weariness in his heart, replaced with warmth.

❥︎ As if feeling you pout beneath the blanket sheet, Varka chuckled aloud, his face of mirth before deciding to spook you in return, but in a form of affection. He presses his face against the fabric, and uses his free hand to trace over your head, and finding your cheek, he props your head to face his direction and he leans forward for a sweet kiss on your lips, right exactly on it, even with the cover of the white sheet separating you both from direct contact.

❥︎ When he pulls back a bit, he clutched you even tighter and effortlessly against his chest, still up in his arms with no hassle, feeling immense affection with a grin on his lips as he could imagine you heating up beneath the cover.

❥︎ "Heh, I can only imagine the sparks of pink covering your cheeks right now, love. Spooked your sweet heart now, didn't I?" He mused aloud, before pressing his scarred cheek up against your still-covered head, nuzzling you like a pillow rather than a ghost.

❥︎ At that, he walks away, back to your shared room, still holding you close, with glee etched in his features. You're up for one cuddly night, you can already tell.

ꨄ︎ "𝑯𝒂𝒉, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕—𝑰'𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❥︎ Wriothesley is perceptive. But also is the kind to humor the flow of a plan hatched, that which he catches wind of— like your small giggles behind the corner of the room instantly gave the idea of a surprise waiting for him. The Duke remained unmoved however, played along, suppressing the slight smirk that has appeared on his lips. With a click of his boots, he makes his way forward.

❥︎ And when you popped out with that cute little 'boo', Wriothesley raises one eyebrow, now unable to suppress a smile. Now, that's indeed quite the pleasant surprise for the only person capable of pouring buckets of childish cuteness and getting away with it, unscathed.

❥︎ "What do we have here? Playing ghost for Halloween, love?" He remarks, eyeing you up and down, suppressing his urge to let out a chuckle when he thought how you looked like a child in such a state.

❥︎ Reaching out his arms, Wriothesley then pulls you closer and up against him after he wraps his arms around you, letting you feel his warmth even through the cloth.

❥︎ "You know, you can easily be arrested for adorably sneaking up on an unsuspecting person." Wriothesley teases and he feels you pout beneath the cover, and thus, he slowly snuck his way down to the edges of the blanket, pulling it up bit by bit as if he were opening a carefully decorated package.

❥︎ At seeing your flustered face, he lets the blanket slip off of your head, as your eyes locked on to each other, with Wriothesley leaning ever so closely, just inches away from your lips, with a softened expression on his face, and in just a split second, he steals a kiss off your lips— perhaps as a fine to how you spooked him for today.

ꨄ︎ "𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑺𝒐, 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆... 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒉. 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧

❥︎ Phainon innocently called you out from the door, the moment he got home, in his enthusiastic tone as if he were some dog that had been waiting for his owner's return instead of the other way around. His work took quite awhile to accomplish, and the entire time, he could not think of anything else but to return to your warm embrace for the night.

❥︎ His boots tapped lightly on the floor, as he approached in calm strides, reached your corner, not noticing anything out of the ordinary within the comfort of you two's shared space, that is until— you hopped out of nowhere, arms raised to the front for a 'frightening look' as you led out a cute ghostly shriek.

❥︎ Phainon looked surprised, stumbled slightly before chuckling aloud, raising a hand to the back of his head, scratching it as tints of pink appeared on his cheeks. Well, now that's quite adorable rather than a spooky surprise. It reminded him that it was the Halloween season.

❥︎ "Haha, starlight, I must admit you surprised me there a little bit!" He exclaims, before turning to look back at you, still smiling, his heart fluttering as Phainon watched you marvel at your own victory just beneath the covers. He took one good look at your doodle, finding your jumpscare attempt all the more adorable.

❥︎ "Quite the setup that you have here, love. I suppose, I see this more as a treat rather than a trick." He comments, his eyes gleaming with newfound joy before it was his turn to pick you up in his arms as if you were some cat, draped the blanket off of you and in a slow motion, as the blanket remained afloat midair for several seconds, blurring out the light that seeped through the windows, you saw his blue eyes shimmer with great fondness.

❥︎ He leans in, and you closed your eyes as you relented for a reciprocated treat on the lips in the form of a sweet kiss. A romantic scene that mutually sent palpitations to your heart.

ꨄ︎ "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔...𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔. 𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔... 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒉𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆? 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓!"

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧

❥︎ Afternoons make the General feel the most drowsy. He walked through the courtyards of his home, having snuck himself away from his Secretaries' eyes to return back home for a good rest to take his mind off the piles of work to do on his desk. Jing Yuan walked in graceful motions, feeling the soft breeze of the afternoon air and of the birds who greeted him off the trees with light chirpings of their own.

❥︎ He walked around for a bit, yawning here and there before making his routinely afternoon visit to your shared home, to check on his beloved whom he's always found himself more than eager to be with, all the time while away at work. You're usually at home during this hour. It won't be so bad to reinvigorate his energy just by seeing his Sweetheart on a daily basis, off the mornings and evenings.

❥︎ He walked through the front door, steps inside, and in calm strides, scanned his surroundings and that's when he picks up the distant sound of giggles. Jing Yuan's ears perk up with interest at the sound, and he sped up his movements a bit, following the source that led to a corner of a wall.

❥︎ It was dead quiet not until— hop! And there came the adorable ghostly shriek that came out of the ghost-dressed figure in front of him. Jing Yuan paused, raising his eyebrows at the sight, before his lips curve up to an amused smile and his drowsy eyes soon were relit to light with amusement. Now that just made his afternoon already eventful.

❥︎ "Ah, quite the adorably fearsome ghost we have here. Already expecting me at this hour, I see. You've certainly filled my weary heart with energy, my dear." Jing Yuan comments, face still in amusement, all the while he marveled at the victorious face that albeit covered by a sheet of white, he could imagine the grin and blush plastered over your face. He had known and has been with you for a long time already to be able to memorize your beauty that he found himself admiring, most of the time.

❥︎ Reaching out, Jing Yuan snuck a hand beneath the white sheet, takes your hand and leads you along down the hallways, reached your shared room, carried you up in his arms as if you were some princess, as he then sets you down on the bed, and he follows shortly after, gently drapes off the blanket that was draped over your face, easing it out as if he were draping away the red veil of a bride on a wedding night. Then, he lays both himself and you down, with the same said blanket tucking you both in comfortably for a nice cuddle.

❥︎ Jing Yuan could just get used, indeed, for afternoons like this one. You gave him quite the trick, and in turn, you earned yourself a special treat from the beloved General.

ꨄ︎ "𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆... 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑨𝒉, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏. 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆, 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔. 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆...𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔? 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

❥︎ Ever since Sunday had boarded the Astral Express, his days are nothing short of eventful. From his days that he's usually only spent in quietness, turned into one of the merry group works. He's not complaining, however. He learned to see the joys that companionship and of venturing out into the universe has to offer.

❥︎ Sunday looked rather relaxed for the moment, sighing in relief as he clutched at his back after a day of work with some of the other Crew members, stepped into his shared living space with yours. He looked rather peaceful, ethereal even. Had you had no cover on, you would've stepped back to simply admire this beautiful angel— that is, your boyfriend.

❥︎ Sunday slowly approached the corner, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. You waited, taking his shadow and footsteps as a clue, and right exactly on time— you bounced out from where you hid, shrieked an adorable ghostly sound which caused for the Halovian to actually gasp aloud, taken aback with his small wings stiffening in place at the sight of the little ghost that have come to surprise him.

❥︎ Sunday slowly composes himself, his wings covering the lower half of his face in a bashful manner, covering up his flustered cheeks all the while his heart beat in tandem of your strings of giggles at his reaction, even though you could not see his current expression, you can imagine it well in your mind.

❥︎ "A-Ah, dearest... You've... certainly caught me off-guard. I must say, you did a good job scaring me." Sunday comments softly upon recomposing himself as his small wings fluttered back at the sides, straightened himself up before marveling at your adorable ghostly figure. He smiled even at focusing on the doodle of an attempt for a ghostly face.

❥︎ When you had started taking the blanket off of your face, Sunday reached his own hands out, interrupted your movements and turned to take it off himself, with his softened look in full view before he then carefully draped it over your shoulders, as if to keep you warm from your own chills that you have emanated before he leans down, his free hand clutching at his heart, to give you a soft kiss on the forehead.

ꨄ︎ "𝑨𝒉, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂...𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒐... 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉-𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅?"

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐬

❥︎ The piles of work that he has finished for the day, has left Logos feeling rather weary in the heart. Such are the duties that he must face as an Elite Operator, for Rhodes Island. There were his responsibilities too, as the Banshee Prince/Lord, that still finds a way to take up bits of his time in his own desk here.

❥︎ Logos walked by the merry hops of Operators and staffs alike, and of the children who giggled down the hallways, carrying baskets of treats— that even Logos himself played a part into filling, when they have come to ask for some treats. His heart feels moved alone at the sight of such merry gathering during this season. Still, his soul yearned for the comfort of his other half— you.

❥︎ He passed along the hallways that led to the dormitories and over to his shared space with his lover. You. He comes in, comfortably removes his Rhodes Island coat as the auras of the incantations emanated from it as the owner parts with it momentarily, steps inside, hands raised to remove his gloves before heading in further. He hears the light ruffling of fabric, just near where he is, causing his ears to perk up at the sound.

❥︎ He turns the corner, careful in his steps and there— he steps aback, blinking, surprised as he sees your ghostly figure hop out from where you hid and mustered a 'boo', in imitation of a howling ghost, in front of the young Banshee Lord. He was rendered speechless for a moment or two, until his lips curve to a smile, and he tilts his head away charmingly, able to blind someone with light should they stare at his ethereal expression at the moment, thanks to his beloved who did little as to spook him for fun but sent great palpitations his way in the name of love.

❥︎ "Dearest, you've certainly...gave me quite the fright, I must admit." Logos softly commented, his eyes trailing over your figure all the while you marveled at your own victory with how your hands swayed in merry movements. A sight that he took delight in watching. You always could get a reaction out of him, which he did not mind one bit. He feels alive whenever he basks in your warm presence.

❥︎ To match your playfulness however, Logos does recover himself, stepped closer with a click on the floor, reached his hands out in a careful manner, moved the blanket not to remove it but surprised you when he instead lifted it up and draped it over himself— stuffing him inside the covers with you, covering both of your figures regardless of height, and the next thing you felt, in a slow blurring motion was his lips on yours.

ꨄ︎ "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏... 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑺𝒐... 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕?"

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 (𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫)/ 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚

❥︎ Lucian is not usually one to entertain the normal motions of human life. For most of his life in the past, he had mostly been content to stay within the limelights of the shadows, and be part of the swallowing tides of darkness. But after his transition into a new person, as Tragodia, he has come to accept integration within society in slow but fulfilling steps. And that includes, acknowledging your love to its entirety, with little doubt nor reservation about whether he truly is deserving to be the object of your affections.

❥︎ Lucian still lingers betwixt the darkness he once thought himself to be a puzzle piece of, and of the newfound light in his days in the form of acceptance and interactions aboard the Rhodes Island Landship. He remained reluctant, yet, he does not take another step back. He picked up this new mantle to be the successor to the Tragodia name, with the promise of freedom and spring— a large contradiction to the life that he once possessed, when he was still within the confines of the Crimson Troupe. He is in the process of learning how to love— but he is already showing all that he's learned, in the days you remained by his side.

❥︎ Lucian had just returned from an off-R.I duty, his coat trailing from behind him, only to find himself first greeted by the sights of merry children, hopping around, baskets in hand, filled with treats and of the Operators and staff around that greeted one another the dawn of the spooky holiday spirit. It was one of those days again, he thought to himself. Halloween. A season for myths and for the departed.

❥︎ He made his way into his shared space with you, his beloved. During his absence, Lucian did make sure to exchange letters here and there with you to ensure that you stay updated with what goes on with his life so far, away from you. He gently opens the door, steps inside with care as Miss Christine then hops off his shoulder, her twin-tails swishing side by side, purring as she wanders off to who knows where. Whereas, he, with great care, took off his cloak for a more comfortable pacing in mobility, and stepped in, letting the warm lights in the room envelop his figure. He no longer feels so blinded to the spotlights, compared to before, though, with all that has happened in his life— his heart did turn weary but comparably relaxed unlike before.

❥︎ That is, until, he was about to turn a corner, only to lean backwards in surprise when you hopped up, clad only in that white blanket sheet, with an adorable doodle of a ghostly face with your hands posed for a frightening stance. Lucian's eyes were wide, in surprise, that all strings of previous thought had dissipated into nothingness at the sight of you. Yes, who else would it be, but you? He can already tell. Within the confines of his mind that are haunted by illusions of his past— you alone remained with a form of clarity. He looked speechless, stunned even that he is still registering a response within his mind.

❥︎ Then, his lips slowly curves up into a small smile. Your jumpscare certainly did relit the flames of his mind and heart, to radiate positive recollections rather than of negativity. "My starlight... You certainly do have the airs of the Halloween season in you. I must say... You make a fine actor for a ghost. Even you surprised me." He tells you, making comments as if he were a scripwriter who offered encouraging remarks about your masterpiece, to which you responded with quite the prideful pose that caused his smile to grow larger. He's completely changed.

❥︎ Hearing you giggle were like melodies to his ears, one he'd consider even finer than his own singing voice. Lucian recovers, steps closer towards you, with his spirits lifted, thanks to your spooky welcome, he reaches for the edges of your white cloak, pulls it up carefully, and drapes it around your shoulders instead with a tie to the front securing it as a makeshift coat. Then, to your surprise, Lucian, out of nowhere, responds in kind to your spooky act with a romantic one of his own. He positions both yours and his body in the posture for a dance of waltz, held your hands, and you're instantly whisked away to a small magical dance, as his response to your welcome. Lucian has flipped the script. A well disguised trick in the form of a treat. Now that he has found his will of change and life— he will show you, the depths of his feelings, for you.

ꨄ︎ "𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭... 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐮 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞... 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮...𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞- 𝐧𝐨, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨̄ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢

❥︎ Life in Chaldea, for Kondo, is largely a different experience compared to his past life. He had once lived through an era of war and bloodshed, with little room for the mundane joys in life that only the commonfolk can afford as a form of luxury. The Commander is no cold person, he is too warm, even, for the old world where only the fittest may survive. When he had met his end, he passed with lingering regrets and of the thought that even if he may have died, bearing still the dignity of the Commander of the Shinsengumi, he thought to have found himself unworthy of any form of love for the failures that he has committed in his life. But it's with you, and with the reunion of himself and his comrades that Kondo found himself more willing to accept life once again, with honor restored and willingness to accept the turns of affection that you and everyone else would give him.

❥︎ Kondo amused himself with the traditions of the Halloween season, with the sights of the child servants running around to all they'd encounter, asking for a trick or treat. He had great curiosity for the new world, and so delighted himself with observations, gifting of a candy or two to the kids who came by and even would surprise some of his unsuspecting comrades like Heisuke with a treat or two, in the form of a candy. It's not like Heisuke can turn him away with that innocent smile on Kondo's face, anyways.

❥︎ Late into the evening, after much wandering around amongst his fellow servants in the spirits of the spooky holiday, Kondō had not seen you the entire day due to your duties out, though he hoped that he'd be seeing you once he arrives back into his shared room with yours. You had him move in, after months of relationship with him, enough to be considered as close to let him stay as your beloved companion in the same living space.

❥︎ "Master, are you inside?" Kondo spoke aloud in a gentle tone, his long hair trailing behind him, as he announced his arrival with question of your whereabouts. He steps inside, with careful strides. The same smile remained on his face, as he stepped closer to the corner from where you were hidden.

❥︎ Little by Little, when you felt his presence draw closer, reaching the corner, you jumped out, with a cute imitation of a ghostly shriek which did make Kondo stumble backwards slightly with a low gasp, faltering in his steps momentarily before recovering himself in a split second as per his training, and took a better look at your figure. He blinked, until a chuckle slipped past his lips in great amusement.

❥︎ "Master— or should I refer to you now... My dearest, you certainly do look adorable in your gab. Ah, but of course, give yourself credit for successfully making me falter in my steps." Kondo remarks, a smile plastered over his lips, watching as you make your victory pose. He recalled back to another servant whom he had conversed with, earlier, on the topic of Halloween out of Kondo's great curiosity into learning about the present holiday spirits. You always manage to find a way to reach his heart with such gleeful motions. There's the concept of trick or treat, whom he found the most attractive when he had heard of it. Perhaps, it won't be so bad to apply what he's learned now.

❥︎ Hearing you giggle beneath that cover of yours prompted the Shinsengumi Commander to lean down, nimbly move his hands over to the fabric, tugged it upwards and an easeful motion, he lets it flutter upwards, towering above the two of you like a thin sheet of cloud. As your eyes dart upwards, observing the cloud, Kondo leans in as if he were a caretaker of this particular sunflower right in front of him, pulled in by the beams of sunshine, in a blurry slow-mode motion, he leans in and gives you a kiss on the lips, his hand cupping your cheeks as if nuzzling at the soft petals of a flower all the while the white blanket fluttered towards the side, falling with grace with a thud, but not before momentarily giving the imagery of two lovers sharing a kiss behind a book in a library of memories.

ꨄ︎ "𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅— 𝑵𝒐, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒔, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔... 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐, 𝒃𝒖𝒕... 𝑯𝒆𝒉𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎...𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌? 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆... 𝑰 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚."

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❦︎sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥?

₊˚⊹ ᰔ -pairing: 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐬, 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱-𝐅𝐨𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐱𝐚, 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧

❥︎ (not)proof-read by my cat; fluff; may contain possible errors and ooc; headcannons; domestic dynamic; naxy is a dromas (paradise achieved); logos bnnuy; took awhile to make phew; gender-neutral reader (please excuse any potential pronoun errors in case of any (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)); anyone have guessed who my favorite is yet? <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>; please enjoy another of my fluff offering!; also tysmm for 30+ followers, they're highly appreciated! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠); considering another part for this too.

✿︎☾︎ 𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬

❥︎ You woke up to the sensation of a lingering fluffy presence just close to you. You were comfortably and soundly asleep, not yet completely stirred out of your sleepiness, rolled to the side where you'd normally feel Flins laying down on, and would receive an embrace and yet— rather than be met with his familiar warmth, you felt a small and fluffy warm little thing block your way, prompting you to open your eyes half-liddedly, and your eyes bore back to a pair of yellow eyes and of familiar shades of dark blue merged with light blue tips at around the edges, except in a tinier form.

❥︎ You rolled to your side, groaning softly, having not caught wind of the anomaly right beside you. You stretched out your legs and arms from beneath the blanket, a yawn escaping past your lips before slowly sitting up while rubbing your eyes and then turning to face the other side of the bed, right where you'd usually spot Flins only to take a huge pause when you saw a small feline sitting there instead, with its tail swaying in smooth strides. Why does it strangely look like Flins but in cat version?

❥︎ "... 𝑴𝒆𝒐𝒘." The cat version of Flins meowed as you registered its form, before moving to your side, all the while you're still reeling from the surprise of waking up next to a cat. It walked gracefully with its long fluffy dark blue-colored tail swaying side by side, before then it suddenly leaned its head against your arm, nuzzling up against it with a charming smile. You can't help but adore it for its cuteness.

❥︎ You'd eventually pick it up in your arms, cradle it close to your chest as it purred slightly, as if it were enjoying being held in your arms. You stood up from the bed, and went out in search of your lover. You checked outside, his fishing spot, rounded the gravesites, and even in his private study. You panicked slightly, as since Kyryll never leaves without telling you of where he'll be going off to.

❥︎ The cat, meanwhile, relished in your warmth, its smug happy smile remaining on, as if there's nothing wrong in the world all the while you're already getting worried sick about where Flins might be at. Did he just leave a cat by your side with little to no elaboration?

❥︎ You had already considered heading to Nasha Town to look for him and ask around, not yet considering the absurd idea that he might've turned into this fluffy and adorable feline in your arms, when fortunately, you've come across Lauma on the way. The Moonchanter is also headed for Nasha Town to distribute today's boon with the townsfolk.

❥︎ When you told her of your concern about Flins, the Moonchanter's eyes drifts over to the cat in your arms, stays quiet for a moment or two as if having found the peculiar resemblance to the Ratnik in question. Lauma approached closer, complimented the cat, and you wound up telling her that you found it in bed next to you after waking up. It wasn't entirely present in her face, but Lauma seemed to have been realizing the truth.

❥︎ Lauma turned to look at the cat directly, who meowed in greeting, its tail swaying from side to side, and she goes on greeting it back softly. Her ability to speak with animals came in handy. You were momentarily stunned when she had started asking questions about Flins himself, all the while the cat simply meowed and purred back as responses. Then, afterwards, Lauma reveals to you that the cat in your arms— was in fact, your lover. He turned into a cat.

❥︎ You were still reeling from the surprise of hearing the absurd revelation of your lover turning into a cat, but then again, Nod-Krai is no stranger to peculiarity. Anything could happen. Lauma relays to you that Flins told her that he isn't sure what happened either, and that he woke up to find himself having turned into a cat. He didn't seem to panic one bit, perhaps his curiosity winning him over on what it felt to be a cat. You wondered if it has anything to do with his Fae abilities or anything of the sort going out of hand.

❥︎ Lauma did assist you with Flins's situation, and did assure you that although the circumstances are strange and mysterious, he'll turn back to normal within a few days. For now, you'd have to bear living with an adorable feline companion in place of your beloved. But of course, there came the problem of...how you'll need to explain his brief disappearance to the other Lightkeepers if they were to come by and inquire about his recent inactivity.

❥︎ Flins is well-behaved as a cat. He does disappear out of nowhere here and there but reappears, exactly like a cat, carrying bones or antiques or whatever he gets his hands on when rummaging to who knows where. He goes treasure hunting as if he were some free child in the form of a cat. He'd even form puzzles out of the bones, exactly how he does it in his human form. When taking a nap or sleeping, he'd be staying close to where you're staying.

❥︎ All the while you went convincing the other Lightkeepers who came for a visit out of concern, with you reasoning that Flins is ill and does not wish to be disturbed for the moment, said man in his cat form, is enjoying his feline life as if he's not about to be greeted with an enormous amount of paperwork once he turns back to normal. His colleagues did take on your word, and wished him a steadfast recovery, not knowing a single thing.

❥︎ Flins would react to things exactly like a cat. He'd walk around the cemetery, be attracted to the buzzing fireflies and would end up jumping and playing around, chasing them playfully or even hopping over to his usual fishing spot. As a cat, he seemed anxious about dipping in the water, but despite that, he stays there in his usual fishing spot, seated on the rock formation near the bodies of water, and would lazily paw down at the fishes in the water.

❥︎ Flins would be more than delighted, and didn't seem to mind having to eat differently as a cat. When you would serve him fish, he'd look extra happy, as seen by the sways of his tail when it is served to him. His curiosity sure is fueling his happy cat look. Now that you think about it, in a way, Flins sort of acts like a cat sometimes. He likes to appear and disappear like cats, pick up treasures, and have an appetite for fish.

❥︎ When he finally turns back to his human form however, Flins acted as if nothing much has changed but is visibly sweeter to you, feeling appreciative of your care when he was still stuck as a cat. In bed, he'd snuggle up to your chest, and would hold you close as if he were still a cat and would just blink prettily at you with those mesmerizing eyes of his that makes you forget your thoughts about him feeling unchanged as if being turned into a cat didn't bother him at all, one bit.

❥︎ You're never going to find out that his Fae formkeeping (shapeshifting) power definitely did malfunction mysteriously, rendered him into a cat which felt more rewarding and less of a misfortune for him, due to your affections. Perhaps, he could consider intentionally turning himself to a cat just for that. And maybe to get away from all of his paperwork just a bit longer again.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

❥︎ This one didn't take place in bed, but rather, you woke up early in the morning only to find that your beloved is gone from bed. It wasn't unusual to find him disappearing off in the mornings, for urgent tasks, but at the same time, Neuvillette does at least give you a soft kiss which you'd be able to feel. Strange.

❥︎ You gathered yourself up, stretched yourself after getting up from the bed, pondering about checking for Neuvillette in his office later just to check in on him and ensure that work won't get too much of a hassle for him. You went towards the bathroom, about to turn on the faucet when you noticed movements and slight water splashes beneath the curtain that separated the bathtub from the half of the spacious bathroom.

❥︎ You blinked, equally confused and alarmed. You made slow steady steps towards the curtains, could feel the slight movements in water, and could see a small moving silhouette behind it. Then, nimbly, you drew the curtains to the side, bracing yourself only to find—

❥︎ "... 𝑯𝒖𝒉?" You muttered, flabbergasted. There's an otter swimming inside the bathtub, with such soft almost teary clad eyes as it stared back at you, half submerged in the waters, almost feeling shy. Strange enough, this... leisurely otter, looked a bit different from the ones you've seen before. It resembled your lover's hairdo and... a mini Feather accessory and those peeler-like horns at the back. There's the eyes too. Those poor puppy-eyed mellowed down looking purple-shaded eyes.

❥︎ Noticeably, his cup was also left at the tableside of the bathtub, half-way empty. You exhaled sharply, connecting the dots. The evidence is right in front of you. The Chief Justice had been turned...into an otter.

❥︎ Eventually, when the realization finally washed over your shock, you rushed towards the bathtub, reached for Neuvi-otter, held him in your arms to which he reciprocated with his small otter arms holding up and back onto you, in your arms, cradled like an upset little child. He looked teary-eyed. Adorable he may look right now, you know this would be of great alarm as since... Well, who's going to run things now that he's been turned into an otter?

❥︎ Eventually, you came to the Melusine staff for help, told them of the situation and presented poor Neuvillette in the form of an otter, adorably distressed as well. In the meantime, his secretaries temporarily handled the work, whereas an investigation took place. It surprisingly looked as if it was going to take longer than usual, so you ended up having to spend a few hours away with Neuvillette as they'd go on having the cup and the water examined alongside the water in the bathtub for inspection.

❥︎ You ended up taking him to the waters, gently sets him down while you sat by a rock, observed as Otter! Neuvillette settled into the waters, growing calmer with your presence with the situation going under control. He doesn't stray too far off from you, however, mostly just swam around a bit, in circles and even would just dejectedly stay near you. Wanting to cheer him up, unable to bear seeing his sad yet cute otter look, you ended up proposing for a swim together.

❥︎ Otter! Neuvillette clearly looked taken aback by your considerate offer and watched as you settled into the waters, the waters enveloping your body bit by bit into shallow waters. Then, with a gentle whim of the hand, you went taking Neuvillette on for a diving adventure. In a way, he's getting a bit of hours off from this and what better way than spending it to cheer him up rather than have him sulk about it?

❥︎ The entire way, you would hold his small otter arm into your bigger human hand, swimming together to ensure that none gets lost. You went exploring around the waters outside of the Court of Fontaine. You didn't exactly stray too far away, but went swimming around sufficiently enough just to make exciting discoveries and explorations with your beloved. You'd go point and even follow schools of fishes with him, toured him around corals and other sights that he barely got to see personally now as the Chief Justice.

❥︎ Slowly, you started seeing him in his otter form look a lot better, relieved even. It's working effectively as a distraction from his distress at hand. Eventually, you came across groups of leisurely otters! You could see the innocent soft look on Otter! Neuvillette's face, before he does shyly turn towards you, asking silent permission to join them. Of course, how could you refuse him? He's starting to have fun.

❥︎ You floated there then, watched with a smile as your lover in the form of a little innocent otter play with actual other leisurely otters. He's rather shy in his movements as an otter but does keep up when playing around them, playing catch with shells and even hide and seek altogether like innocent children of the seas. You let him be for awhile, until it was about time to head back to check for the investigation results. Neuvillette seemed a bit exhausted from playing around a lot, but also cheered up and did receive waves of farewell from the other otters. One even gave him a shell as a parting gift, to which Neuvillette held onto as he followed you out of the waters, be cradled back into your arms again and back to Palais Mermonia.

❥︎ Upon return, you were provided with the results, which concluded that the cause was in the water that Neuvillette had been drinking. The water looked relatively normal, crystal clear like the way Neuvillette liked it, but apparently is laced with a mysterious substance that transformed him into an otter. The issue had been forwarded to the Research Institute already, and an antidote was being produced posthaste. Hopefully, it doesn't take too long to create.

❥︎ In the meantime, you settled down in the bathroom again, let him float in the bathtub for sustenance off water, and waited patiently while continuing to look after him. He ended up floating on his back, adorably fast asleep from exhaustion. You had to resist the urge to poke at his stomach from the sheer cuteness as to not disturb his rest. All the swimming around and the play must've worn him out. He didn't exactly do too much physical labor, after all, and even with his identity that proved of a better physique than expected. Guess he does still have normal expendable energy.

❥︎ Fortunately, the antidote arrived, and albeit concocted in hurry and with little trial runs, you made Neuvillette take a sip off of the vial and thankfully—

❥︎ His otter body glowed and in just seconds, your lover is back to normal, seated inside the bathtub, completely drenched from head to toe, in his inner robes. He probably found a way to fall into the water earlier when he turned into an otter.

❥︎ With the issue at hand finally resolved, Neuvillette could attend back to his duties now even with the great delay. Though, you could catch him smiling a lot more today. Eventually, you'd start hearing about musings on visiting the otters more oftenly together and about going out on casual swims later on from him. What started as an unfortunate incident turned into a lovely memory for him.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒔

❥︎ There was no day when you do not dream of waking up next to your beloved Banshee lover. His smiles and sweet greetings are always more than enough to make your day, and helped you get through the day a lot more easier. His voice and soft face just had that special charming effect on you, intensified right after you two got together officially and even started sharing the same room.

❥︎ Though, unfortunately, it wasn't his face that you were greeted with, the moment you woke up. Instead—

❥︎ There sat a dazed looking little grey-colored bunny with small dark twinned wings from the back of its tall ears with two legs, blinking, amidst a pile of large clothes that you deemed to belong to Logos himself. The moment you and the bunny locked eyes, you could see its little round red-colored eyes water slightly with cuteness, amidst confusion.

❥︎ It didn't take long for you to put two and two together as you sat up, for you to realize, that this little grey bunny that currently is clinging onto you, is none other than Logos himself. You scooped him up into your arms, didn't bother checking yourself in the mirror, worriedly hurried towards the medical department and told the medic staff about Logos. The poor small bunny looked slightly disoriented and understandably confused about the situation, but with your comforting hands and arms, they got through the inspection with breeze.

❥︎ Logos' case is a peculiar one, rendering the Medical Department unsure of what to be done as it looked like his situation involved usage of complex spellcasting. But they ensured not to leave you and Logos off alone, of course. Amiya caught wind of the situation, came over, had Logos checked with few other Sarkaz operators that are versed in spells (since Logos can't muster any good word at the moment nor even pick up his bone pen to be able to say something). It certainly is a spell, perhaps could be a rune spell that Logos was mysteriously inflicted on with.

❥︎ They said he'll turn back to normal within a few, thankfully, but for the time-being, you had to look after him. You went to work, cradling Logos along in your arms. You'd sit by your desk, handling paperwork all the while he's seated on his favorite stool chair, just to keep him content, though rendered unable to spin around or move around in it like he usually would want to do.

❥︎ To keep him company, you'd go on petting and even scratching the back of his bunny ears for comfort. You would even settle him down on your lap, caress him lovingly as he leaned into your touch, squeaking the cutest of sounds, as you worked away.

❥︎ When news reached the other Elite Operators of Logos' current bunny predicament, it was Blaze who headed over in a rush with great excitement and proceeded to gush about Logos' cuteness alongside others. At the end, Logos ended up slightly dazed and a bit pouty with aching cheeks from all the pinching and squeezing done. He's just too adorable not to be pampered.

❥︎ Logos could barely do anything functional in his bunny form, and so could only sit quietly in one spot or act bored. You bring him his bone pen to fidget around with, but seems like, he can't hold it properly with his own hands too. So, in your leisure, you'd just bring him over to Lena's garden, taking him out for a walk while in your arms, a clean handkerchief wrapped around his little fluffy body, even settled down on a bench to read him stories off a book just to keep your beloved company.

❥︎ Forehead kisses! Logos seemed more vulnerable to kisses in his current state. He's handsomely cute, you can't stop stressing it inside your mind, even as a bunny. He'd look and act flustered with his two dark little wings twitching from bashfulness but appreciative of your forehead kisses, and whenever you're lying down, he'd surprise you with one too. A fair exchange of affection.

❥︎ One of the Operators around found him too cute that they even sewed him a quick yet nicely done mini-jacket, reminiscent of his own bigger one! Logos seemed to take pride in it, even standing by your bedside mirror on top of the table, admiring the handiwork of the patches and sew of the Rhodes Island jacket that he usually wore outside.

❥︎ Eventually, Logos had gotten used into being picked up and hugged by you as you walked around. He relied less on walking by himself, and is treated like some sort of Princess in your arms. He's like an adorable plushie, especially in bed where you would cuddle him close.

❥︎ When he turns back to normal, Logos returns the favor of your previous affections, doubled his charming efforts of making your heart swoon over him like usual. Though, he still would act rather spoiled, having gotten used to cuddling up so close, he started doing it too a lot even more, snuggling up to your chest, even sometimes, just to tease you, he'd ask to be picked up, dragged gently or even be carried by you like you once did when he was still in the bunny form. Oh, and he did keep the mini jacket <3 perhaps he could consider getting the two of you a baby bunny to take care of, soon.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑬𝒙𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒙-𝑭𝒐𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆/𝑭𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝑮𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐

❥︎ Another bnuuy— I mean, bunny shifter. You woke up in the morning, rested after such heavy duty work the previous day. You would sit up, stretching your arms up with a low grunt. Staying in bed had never felt so attractive of an idea for you, oh, to just laze around and sleep all day. That'll be quite the dream for you right now.

❥︎ You were about to get off of bed, expecting Federico to be outside already, perhaps preparing himself for the day already, when the flying black cube that normally accompanied him halts you in your tracks, stopping right in front of you, making such worried pixelated expressions that you didn't even know it was capable of doing, it made panicked hand gestures, prompting you to raise an eyebrow and be on alert. The flying black cube then heads off on its way, guided you outside into the small mini kitchen of your shared living space and there—

❥︎ The Black Cube flew over your head and then pointed underneath the table. You saw Federico's coat and uniform scattered in a pile altogether onto the floor, making you feel immediate concern, as if he had vanished into thin air and left only his clothes behind as a trace.

❥︎ Swiftly, you knelt and ducked your head to take a look at what the cube is pointing at with its small mechanical arms. And there—

❥︎ To your surprise, you saw a small little white bunny, with long extended draped down bunny ears, its back turned, leaving you to see its small little round tail. You held back your breath, when said bunny on two feet, turned around and you saw a pair of pale blue round eyes staring back to yours alongside a familiar blank look (he closely resembles cinnamoroll (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))

❥︎ Right beside it was a small cleaning cloth, with drops of scattered vanilla ice cream drops extending to the back of the table by a half, and the small bunny seemed to be busying itself with picking it up to clean up the mess but miserably failing so, due to its small fingerless hands.

❥︎ You took a pause, utterly confused until the black cube flashed a small recording and showed you that Federico had eaten a small scoop of a small portion of Vanilla Ice Cream he took off from the fridge as early morning dessert, when he started showing signs of discomfort with a confused look on his face, and there, his clothes dropped down with a low thud on the floor, with the spoon clanking off of the table, and left a bit of a mess on the floor. The Saint of Laterano had just turned into a little bunny, caught on cam.

❥︎ It was a lot to take in, and when you recovered yourself, you eventually took the cloth off Bunny Federico's side and wiped the floor clean, with spray to ensure that it doesn't stick. Once done, you scooted down again, tapped Federico's small bunny shoulder and held out your arms to pick him up. Even as a bunny, he remained unchanged with his expressions, though he looked extra cuter looking like a lost bunny. With the small pitter-patter of his feet, he then allowed himself to be picked up into your arms, with his clothes picked up from the floor by the cube, exerting greater effort than usual, and is neatly placing them over the chair whereas you already planned on having his case inspected by the medical department.

❥︎ You took him to the Medical Department for inspection, with some of the other chemists taking a look at said suspected Ice Cream to be the source of the switch. Federico cooperated with any body inspection, face adorably blanked as he moved his small body exactly like that of an innocently oblivious bunny. He looked like a teddy bear.

❥︎ Federico is pretty much well-behaved, it's not like he had any order choice anyways. He can't work with such a small fluffy body. Once confirmed that his Ice Cream is laced with another substance that could turn people into small fluffy companions, you were then told that Federico should return back to normal, at best, in 24 hours.

❥︎ You ended up bringing him to work with you, just snuggly fitted into your arms with the cube also following you around, hovering in the air, all the while its owner was settled there, still with an adorably blank expression, as if having resigned himself to his present state of being a little bunny.

❥︎ As you work by your desk, you kept Federico by the side of the desk, letting him sit or walk around. He even would adorably take papers off the stack, pull them out with little bunny squeaky sounds with strength just to bring them over to you as a little secretary. As a reward, you happily would treat him to spoonful scoops of Vanilla Ice Cream<3 he could totally eat them, no issue.

❥︎ You'd handfeed it to him, and he would happily reach out with his small arms, and look like an adorable sated child with his pleased bunny look after he's fed with Ice Cream. Almost every hour or two, Federico would be tugging at your sleeve, asking for more scoops. He's gone spoiled as a bunny, and you could even notice the faint color on his bunny cheeks.

❥︎ Little Bunny Fedie still tries to be helpful in other ways, aside from helping you gather up your documents and paperworks, even proof-reading your reports to you even in his small form and would just quietly point with his small arms at any mistakes done. When sleepily tired, you'd just take him into your lap as to not disturb him with the shuffling of papers. He'd be in a sitting position, having dozed off in such a manner even up onto your lap as you kept working.

❥︎ Tickles! You figured doing it for fun, considered poking at his stomach and back which would startle him. You'd wound up rubbing a finger, and he'd make a look of discomfort and blush in his bunny state. He could barely refuse you, however, but would be pouty afterwards and turn away from you like a child facing the corner of a wall, plopping down with his ears still bundled to the side.

❥︎ When it's time for bed, you'd tuck him next to you, over his side of the pillows, and with a handkerchief covering his small body as a makeshift blanket with his cube settling down on the bedside table, going into offline mode after an entire day of following you and Bunny Federico around.

❥︎ By the next day, you ended up waking up next to your fine boyfriend already back to normal the small handkerchief still on him. He remained blank about the entire experience, simply taking it as a strange experience to know the perspective of a bunny's. He doesn't show it but he does show a tint of pink on his cheeks whenever it's brought up. And, here's keeping the handkerchief wherever he goes now <3

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒙𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒔

❥︎ Rather than wake up to the bright morning rays, you stirred awake from an enormous weight right beside you on the bed. It was as if you were sleeping next to a giant rock. You groaned, wondering if Anaxa had brought his research or whatever of the sort to your bedroom and decided if it'll be a good idea to surprise you with it, if he's that enthusiastic to show it to you.

❥︎ You sat up, turned to the side, rubbing your eyes only to slowly halt, and comically looked up to a singular twinkling red colored eye gazing down at you with an eyepatch on the other. Then you trailed your gaze downwards in a comical manner, slowly registering the sight of a baby dromas sitting right beside you. You inhaled sharply, letting it settle down inside your mind so early in the morning.

❥︎ ".... 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒙𝒂?" You called out softly, entertaining the rather absurd yet characteristic idea that your lover could wound up with such an idea, considering his great fondness for Dromases. In response, the green-colored baby Dromas beside you wagged its tail happily, causing the bed to shake slightly. It also uttered a cute low 'Grumph!'. You winced at the shaking, as the baby dromas in front of you hops out of the bed, causing a huge creaking sound to be emitted, before it waddles happily out of the bedroom, its tail still wagging side by side.

❥︎ By instinct, you immediately stood up from the bed, albeit mentally shaken, followed the dromas version of your lover down the hallways only for you to happen to step down on a paper, strewn up with drawings and diagrams. It had Anaxa's handwriting, prompting you to pick it up and it was just as you thought. His research involved turning...humans into Dromases. You can't help but fear the thought behind it, even though you knew of his ardent love for Dromases. Is he planning for world domination or something? Does he want to convert everyone into Dromases or something? The thought made shivers run down your spine.

❥︎ With haste, you ran after the eyepatched baby Dromas, who wagged its tail happily as it heads off from the entrance of your shared home and into the outside world, as if it were some sheltered child being freed from the confines of its parents. You ended up contacting Hyacine over for help, when Anaxa proved far too enthusiastic to be stopped even as a Baby Dromas.

❥︎ When she arrived, with you having explained the situation to her, Hyacine is equally flabbergasted as you are but figures that the Professor seemed incredibly happy like a child playing off into the fields, as you two stood there, talking and staring while seeing him hop and prance around in his Dromas body.

❥︎ When you both managed to get him settled down (which took immense effort as he tried to run and hop around near the Dromas station) with Hyacine, with her help, you went confirming that it was indeed one of his experiments that turned out to be successful. When asked about the antidote, Anaxa wagged his Dromas tail, indicating he did create a draft (thankfully) about it but didn't seem to have actually created itself. Based on his notes that Hyacine managed to gather in his office, Anaxa seemed to be experimenting on the idea, as he hoped to know personal accounts of living in a dromas body.

❥︎ He truly wanted to promote the idea of adoring how the Dromases have lived and truly understand them better. There's even an extra note about he'd need to turn back into a human, so he could at least note down his experience then do it again should it turn successful but also considered it as heaven should he just stay as a happy little Dromas.

❥︎ Hyacine went off to concoct the reversal antidote, following the Professor's notes, all the while you're left having to babysit your lover in the form of a baby dromas. He's incredibly energetic compared to his usual self. Anaxa liked to prance around, and enthusiastically would prattle towards other Dromases even the larger ones like a little baby chick, conversing back and forth with only 'grumph's. You've never seen such a huge twinkle in his eye, when he conversed with other dromases. He even went off to play race with other baby dromases.

❥︎ .... He even willingly ate red soil too. Your eye twitched slightly, gulped all the while Anaxa ate it little by little, munching on it and you still saw that same spark in his eye. He even started eating enormous amounts of red soil like other Dromases without wincing one bit. He ate and left no crumbs. Quite miraculous how his eyepatch stayed on even as a baby dromas. You can already tell he's going to lock himself in his office once he turns back to normal, and obsess over his Dromas research.

❥︎ Then, afterwards, he just plops down, tilted his head down and sleeps on the spot, looking tired as if he didn't just digest red soil and ran around to tire you out a lot. It gave you breathing room at least.

❥︎ At night, you made a makeshift bed for Anaxa, as since the bed might not survive his dromas weight even as a baby. He ends up prattling over and even nuzzles his head in an appreciative manner against you before settling down, feeling spoiled all the while you plopped down in bed, alone this time. He's in a good mood, most definitely.

❥︎ The next day, Hyacine arrives back with the concocted antidote, and feeds it to a reluctant Anaxa who then turns back into his human form. The first thing he did upon morphing back? Look like a gleeful child in the form of a mad scientist who hurried over to his laboratory, as if having made such a huge discovery that could shape the world so greatly. He locked himself in there for days, but does spring out here and there, and did appreciatively give you gifts afterwards for your help in his 'research' as a babysitter and of course, for your care ♡

❥︎ He'd definitely do it again.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑷𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒏

❥︎ You were having the nicest of dreams. You'd toss and turn in your bed, feeling comfortable. Having been made a habit out of cuddling your lover in bed, you would turn to his side of the bed, only to feel yourself hugging something warm and fluffy. You slowly opened your eyes, stirring awake from the situation, having felt it breathing over your arms.

❥︎ Surprise, surprise. You woke up next to a white-furred fluffy samoyed dog, with a glint in its blue colored eyes, tongue out into an adorable smile. It even had a similar brown leather choker as a collar and had that familiar sun mark around its neck area. You blinked. The dog wagged its tail, in a sitting position. It looked so adorable, but still, strange. Why is there a dog in your bed? And why does it look strangely just like Phainon?

❥︎ As you call out for your lover, about to get off of the bed when the dog leaned up against you, and even barked adorably, wagging its tail. Then, it hit you. You spoke Phainon's name again, and it kept wagging, barking towards you with its adorably innocent look.

❥︎ .... You can't be too sure. You didn't want to acknowledge the absurd possibility yet that the dog could've been Phainon. You tried messaging his contact, and you heard his phone/teleslate buzz on the bedside table. It was just right there.

❥︎ You gulped, and there, you decided to pry an answer out of it before you could start panicking. You told it to bark twice for a yes as an answer to a question, and bark once for a no. You first asked if it could understand you, which made the dog bark twice in swift succession, followed by the wild question of asking if it was Phainon. The dog barked twice, and there went your sanity. Your boyfriend turned into this adorable fluffy creature.

❥︎ You ended up taking him out that day to the twilight courtyard to be checked on by Hyacine. You recollected having woken up to it, and how it responded to your commands questions. And there, Hyacine told you that Professor Anaxa coincidentally had been looking for an experimental potion of his, that could turn people into animals, (totally) not for his Dromas research, which went missing last night. You remembered that Phainon went to the Grove last night on official business, and dread crawled at your skin.

❥︎ You and Hyacine asked whether it had drank something in the Grove, and the dog barked twice. Professor Anaxa is going to be pissed, that's for sure. He probably already is, but will be moreso when he finds out.

❥︎ You ended up presenting Phainon to him in the end. Phainon acted like some poor little puppy with its ears folded down when Anaxa scolded him, frustrated, but did go on creating the antidote for him anyways. Aglaea has been informed of the situation at hand, and so, you became your lovely boyfriend who had turned into a dog's...special babysitter for the day.

❥︎ Phainon is incredibly cheerful for a dog. He'd ask frequently for kisses, and would whine if you don't give him any. He always wags his tail with you. He can't seem to help his dog instincts either and wound up playing with the butterflies just around the garden but would end up bumping straight into the wall. He ended up sitting in a corner, embarrassed with ears folded down afterwards.

❥︎ Phainon happily even goes out playing with other dogs and even chimeras, even happily playing fetch. Even passersby at town marveled at the sight of the adorable dog. Tribbie even patted him a lot too! None could resist his tempting fluffiness.

❥︎ When you took him home for a bath, as since Anaxa is still busying himself with the antidote, being the fluffy little creature he is, he floofed all over the place. That is to say, he shed loads of fur and looked like a soulless yet adorable dog when he got wet. He looked like a fluffy little cloud when he got dried up, looking fresh.

❥︎ For night time, Phainon still gets to sleep beside you, satisfied with cuddling up next to you with his fluffy body. He'd whine anyways if he sleeps elsewhere without you.

❥︎ It took a few days before Anaxa had you and Phainon come over at the Grove, receive the antidote and reversed his form into that of a human again, scratching the back of his head with a grin all the while Anaxa scolded him again for stupidly drinking a random drink off of a table, just because it looked delicious to taste and looked like a normal drink. Phainon had fun anyways as a dog. He was oggled at so greatly, and had a break from his responsibilities even as a dog.

❥︎ Even in his human form now, Phainon still acts like a dog, anyways. He remained incredibly affectionate, even frequently pointing to his cheeks and forehead for kisses, all the while his invisible tail wagged at you. He barely changed at all, and still had the same lovestruck puppy eyes whenever he looked at you.

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© XINCERELY-YOURS. plagiarism of any form and type, stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms is NOT permitted.

[xincerely-yours]

✿︎☾︎ "𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ" (𝑉𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠! 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟) | 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

❦︎sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs: 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬? (𝑝𝑡.1 (?))

₊˚⊹ ᰔ -pairing: 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱-𝐅𝐨𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢, 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐣𝐢 (𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅! ❤︎)

❥︎ not-proofread; gender-neutral reader; established relationship; fluff; headcannons; possible errors and ooc; domestic dynamic; this took so long to make but worth it hehe; just got into SL recently because of a lovely oomf, hopefully this'll water out the drought for ryuji content for you and other side character appreciators (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡; will consider writing bits of SL maybe soon or when I feel like it/or when requested; might make a part two when specially requested or feel like it.

✿︎☾︎ 𝑲𝒚𝒓𝒚𝒍𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑭𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔

❥︎ Flins had busied himself in his private study, when you happened to come into your shared quarters and stumbles upon his coat and capelet, slumped over a chair together in a neat fashion. You considered not touching it or minding it at first, until, the more you caught it at the corner of your eye as you lingered to rest in the room, the more it started to look... captivating. Curious. Would it feel so warm and snuggly like his arms? Would it smell like him?

❥︎ You looked around. No signs of your lover appearing just yet anytime soon. Besides... It's just a small try-on, right...? He left it over here, leaving it vulnerable to your curiosity. Just a few seconds later, your hands reached out to it, carefully slipped the coat off the chair, marveled at its long length, comparing it to your own height before deciding to put on his outer robe.

❥︎ Carefully, you slipped his coat on, followed by his capelet, letting the weight settle onto your shoulders and its ends flow down freely by your ankles. The clothing certainly is warm, but a bit heavy in a way. No wonder Flins is always more than warm enough regardless of the intensity within the cold landscapes of Nod-Krai.

❥︎ After putting both on, you turned to the large mirror on the side of the wall, stared at yourself into the mirror, turned around and marveled at it. You could barely even feel the air in the room neither a chill or two. It's snuggly indeed. It smelled just like him too. A soothing scent that you found exclusive only with Flins filled your lungs, scents of small molten ash and a fine mix of sweet berries fills your nostrils as you find yourself slowly lulled to relaxation as you inhale the scent. You could just sleep it in, and consider it as a good substitute for a blanket— No, even better than blankets. Everything of Flins felt incredibly comfy.

❥︎ You fancied yourself in it for a good while, until you get startled out of your senses the moment you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you could feel the familiar sensation of soft lips brushing against the bare skin of your neck.

❥︎ "𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡?," a low and gentle whisper tickled at the tip of your ear and you turned your head to the side and glanced towards the owner of the voice, and met the familiar pair of yellow colored eyes that formed an amused glint in them, as your cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment. Before you could move away, Flins spun you around in a careful manner, as if he were swaying you for a dance, and he stood there, his hands holding your own with a smile present on his lips.

❥︎ "𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑧𝑧𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑?," he whispered into your ear, as he holds you closer into his arms, clearly feeling affectionate upon seeing you clad in his robes. Flins didn't seem offended in the slightest. In fact, he looked pleased at the sight. He didn't seem to mind it.

❥︎Maybe he should start leaving his robes in chairs and other more visible areas enough to tempt you into taking them again. The thought alone of seeing you in his clothes, all snuggly and gleeful, is enough to bring a smile to his face.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚

❥︎ Melodies spurred its way inside the confines of your room. Calm, and steady Piano beats filled the peaceful atmosphere of the Astral Express, late into the night. Sunday fancied himself a tune or two in nights when he could barely sleep, or to destress after being left occupied with special work for too long. The Conductor and everyone agreed to allow him to play the piano within the night, out of consideration for the hardwork that he's been putting ever since joining onboard, and as long as he does not do it on a daily basis to disturb those that are resting. Pom-Pom has already considerably set up sound-proof installments inside everyone's room too so that they are less likely to be disturbed by unwanted sounds, and at the same time, give Sunday his own moment to spare too.

❥︎ You were feeling restless for the night, and although the melodies do sometimes help you get some good sleep like a lullaby, for some reason, tonight, you're not feeling like it. Rather than pace back and forth until you'd tire yourself out in rhythm with the beats, you decided to step out and perhaps join Sunday for a company.

❥︎ On your way down the stairway leading to the common room, with Sunday's back turned as he focused on the piano keys, you, however took notice of the absence of his scarf that he normally had kept wrapped around his shoulders the entire time when up and about.

❥︎ Scanning the area, you eventually spotted it a few meters away from Sunday, behind him, folded neatly on an empty coffee table, just behind a small screen that separated it by few meters of the piano and Sunday himself. Your legs moved before you knew it, and rather than approach your lover, you took interest in his scarf instead. You just felt a magnetic force draw you to it.

❥︎ You've held Sunday close a number of times already, nuzzled your face against his shoulder, pressed your lips onto the bare skin of his neck, had inhaled his soft dreamy scent, and snuggled into his arms with your cheek against the cloth of his scarf numerous times already. Yet, the thought of having to feel his own scarf wrapped around you, wondering how it'll feel like snugged around you. Without another thought, you reached for it, held it gently into your hands, and carefully wrapped it around your shoulders like a shawl.

❥︎ You leaned your face onto it, sniffed at it, inhaling the warm scent of perfume and you momentarily closed your eyes, feeling as if it were Sunday that was wrapping his arms around you, imagined him embracing you from behind, while swaying your bodies in slow motions as the melodies drowned out inside your mind. There's no day when you do not think of Sunday without great affection.

❥︎ Slowly, as the piano melodies continued to wrap around the air, you found yourself swaying alongside the rhythm, imagining yourself into dancing waltz with your beloved, even almost removing his scarf off your shoulders, slipping it off gracefully as you spun around and imagined it as Sunday, unable to help but let your feet dictate the flow of your steps. You were greatly at ease to have found yourself shifting away to great heights of imagination of your beloved, in a ballroom setting. Perhaps it was your grown addiction lately for romance fanfictions doing the work.

❥︎ You didn't even notice the melody dying out little by little, still stuck in your own world, swaying your body gently, side to side, like a maiden trapped in their own daydreams. Then, like a gentle brush of wind— you opened your eyes, eyelashes fluttering dazedly, and then your mind slowly registers the familiar warmth of Sunday's hands on yours, the scarf held together between in your tightly held right hands, his body leaning ever so closely to yours, and a smile is present on his lips with his wings fluttering slightly. He takes the scarf wholly onto his hand, with it draped over his palm before then gently wrapping it around your shoulders, his eyes twinkling in adoration at his masterpiece after he's done. Afterwards, he takes both of your hands into his own once more, he started swaying, dancing with you, this time, with him as the partner present in reality in a waltz, to music that only the two of you could hear.

❥︎ "... 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆... 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒇... 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒏𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆..." He whispered into your ear, in a sweet and gentle tone as he guided your steps to match his, his eyes never once bit leaving your face. He looked almost smitten, even.

❥︎ ".... 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆," he says, followed by a short pause to lean in for a sweet kiss. A restless evening has turned into quite the magical night.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❥︎ You were having a merry time with your beloved over a peaceful afternoon tea in his office, not until his men had come to interrupt his leisure time, much to the Duke's frustrated sigh and reluctance to leave your side so suddenly, but knew he must attend to his duties. With a brief kiss onto your forehead after he had stood up, Wriothesley hurried off on his way, being urged with haste for work. You didn't bother knowing the details much. Just that it seemed to be an important one.

❥︎ Though with his hurried departure, for quite the rare instance, Wriothesley had left behind his coat on his chair, draped over it, with the absence of its owner. He rarely ever leaves without it. Though, an idea popped into your mind just as you sipped at the remnants of your tea. The chair made a creak as you rose to your feet, stepped towards his chair after rounding the table, with the fresh aroma of his abandoned tea still lingering in the air.

❥︎ You take the coat off the chair, marveled at its designs, patterns and of the black fur that curtailed its top edges. With little thought in mind, you tried it on yourself right in front of his office mirror to the side. The coat suited larger frames, but it fit you nonetheless, making for a good loose coat. You turned side by side, observing yourself in the mirror, admiring your reflection with his coat on. Free of anyone's eyes, just for fun while Wriothesley still isn't around, you even went on clearing your throat and imitated your beloved's demeanor and imposing aura, followed by a small giggle or two or even a grin of your own.

❥︎ Just minutes later however, you kept marveling at his coat, undisturbed not until you paused when you stared at the mirror, and saw the Duke himself standing meters away, leaning against the wall while staring at you with crossed arms. You didn't even get to have a good look at his facial expression, when you immediately turned around to face him, flabbergasted as if you were a thief caught in the act.

❥︎ Wriothesley took no offense,of course, and looked amused instead for your bold behavior. He had arrived just in time to hear and see you imitate him. When you tried apologizing and returning the coat back to him, Wriothesley brings a finger up to your lips to gently hush you up before then leaning his face closer to the point you could feel his breath on yours. A wide smirk was plastered across his lips.

❥︎ "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓? 𝑪𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆." He whispered, his finger lingering over your lips, his eyes still glinting with amusement.

❥︎ "𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉... 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔." A pause. He moved his hand to the side, tracing along your skin teasingly to cup your cheek this time. "—𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑷𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒏

❥︎ After awhile of dating each other, you've settled down in the same place as Phainon. Your domestic life is nothing but sheer bliss. You'd wake up in bed right next to each other, greet each other with a warm welcome and smile as well as kisses, eat breakfast together, do chores together whenever he's off-duty and pretty much anything that depicted of a married couple, except you two aren't just yet, but acted like it. It was you and the home you both have built around your love that gave him a reason to keep persisting on returning, just to be by your side.

❥︎ One time, while Phainon is away on an errand, you busied yourself in the laundry area, with the sun seeping through the shade of the area, as you pranced around to wash and dry at yours and your lover's clothes. You had just finished hanging up the rest of the fabric you've been washing, and opted for a rest until you caught sight of his pristine coat. It was the one that he's always worn when outside. Though, since it's being washed from being dirtied on a mission, he didn't get to wear it for today as part of his attire.

❥︎ You stepped closer towards it, reached your hands out to it, cupped at its fabric in a gentle manner. It was already completely dried up. It was one of the first batches of clothing that you've gone on washing and hanging up. You can't help but pause to stare at it. It felt rather strange seeing it, without its owner wearing it. But it was also at that moment where you could imagine Phainon even with his absence, still wearing his uniform with that cheerful smile of his.

❥︎ Carefully, you took the clips off of it, and you allowed for it to slip into your arms. The fabric felt soft to the touch, with the stench of battle and dirt already gone and replaced with the fresh scent of sun-kissed flowers. Even without him around and with his clothing washed, it still felt as if Phainon was in your arms. The next moment, letting your intrusive thoughts win you over, you slipped his coat on, marveled at how it covered your curves and body so snuggly, as if your beloved was hugging you from behind so merrily, as if he were shielding you from harm with his arms.

❥︎ Warm sun rays poured down on your figure, as you leisurely decided to play along with it for just a short while, careful not to let it be dirtied. You'd spin and dance around, with the hanging mattresses and larger fabrics covering your figure, showing only your silhouette on the outside as you pranced about in your lover's coat, like a dancer attracting a quiet audience behind the screen with only their shadow to show.

❥︎ And just in time, Phainon returns from his errand, having called you from the front door. You didn't hear him, as you were lost inside the small world inside your head, and didn't notice footsteps drawing nearer to the scene before it halted. There, Phainon stood glued in one spot, his hair brushed along with the wind, the white hanging mattress that flowed upwards with the wind gave him a view of your figure, leaving him momentarily dazed and mesmerized by the scene that played out in front of him.

❥︎ During that moment, Phainon can't help but recall back to one of the stories he's heard back home as a child. Of a Flower Fairy that would dance in the fields, to bring their surroundings to life just by lingering within it long enough for wheats and flowers to have a life of their own. Phainon had almost thought that he was standing in the middle of the fields of Aedes Elysiae, just by watching you move around while wearing his coat, with a smile so bright it could make a blind man possess light in his own eyes to be able to see again, and with movements that painted you as that Fairy of Life in his mind.

❥︎ The moment you caught a glimpse of Phainon standing there, his eyes wide, and still in a relapse, you slowed your movements, with pink tinting your cheeks. You felt embarrassed having to be caught in such a manner, only for Phainon to move at last, past the fluttering fabric's opening that slipped down dramatically after he had crossed to your side, his figure towering over yours.

❥︎ "... 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔." He murmured, before letting his eyes trail down to the coat that hugged at your figure, a smile formed at his lips. "... 𝑯𝒂𝒉, 𝑺𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚." He sounded so smitten.

❥︎ "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒔, 𝒉𝒎? 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆." He'd mutter, still admiring you like the adoring boyfriend he is.

❥︎ If there could finally be peace one day with everything restored back to life, Phainon would love to marry you and settle down back in his hometown with you. Perhaps he could relive this moment in his mind, as you both would create a similar memory, this time in the fields. The fairy from the story he's heard long ago could've been you in his life. In a life that saw nothing but bloodshed, and lived for vengeance and deliverance, you sparked life into him just with your warm presence alone.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑬𝒙𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒙-𝑭𝒐𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 / 𝑭𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝑮𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐

❥︎ After a long day of work, you headed back to your shared living space with Federico, already itching and is more than eager to simply plop yourself down on the soft mattress of the bed, huddle up all the pillows around your form and move the blanket up to your face to drift off to slumber. Your muscles ached, and tension filled your face as a sigh escapes your lips before then entering the room, before closing the door behind you.

❥︎Your shoulders were already slumped over, and felt dejected, desperate for rest not until you caught sight of a certain familiar white and red colored cloak hanging on a rack by the side. You blinked, raised a hand and rubbed at your eyes before slowly registering that it was Federico's cloak. He left it hanging there. Strange. You looked around, regaining bits of energy, and found that he's not around even in the bathroom. He rarely ever leaves his coat when going outside. If anything, he always ensures to be in complete uniform, when moving out.

❥︎ As questions swarmed your mind, you found curiosity pinching at the corners of your mind, and before you knew it, you had stepped closer to the rack, with your sleepiness slipping away, reinvigorated at the sight of your lover's cloak. Then, barely stopping your hands, you've already reached for it, grabbed it carefully off on its edges, and smoothed it over in your hands, holding it up in full view. Even his Laterano pin brooch remained on.

❥︎ Nonetheless, you simply allowed for your intrusive thoughts to dictate your movements. What could go wrong, right? It's not like Federico would be around anytime soon to catch you in the act.... hopefully. Surely, he won't be offended if you have touched and slipped it on for a moment of curiosity, yes...? Too late to slip it back on the rack now, anyways. You've already slipped it on your figure.

❥︎ It felt... surprisingly comfortable and light to move around in. The fabric would sway alongside your movements, with breeze as you'd turn around and look at the way the edges fluttered with every movement you've made. You've just adorned yourself with the vestment of a Saint. The gold brooch glinted against the lightning of the room, right before you stepped towards the mirror, staring at your figure, even turning to admire it.

❥︎ The cloak certainly do felt like Federico himself. Warm and with a wave of stillness that swept over your figure, driving your fatigue out in an instant. You were busy admiring his cloak on you, and getting accustomed to its comfort, when suddenly, the door swung open with a creak, someone steps in and then—

❥︎ "... 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈?" a familiar steel voice rang out from the doorway, and you tensed up like a cat caught munching on a box of treats that it shouldn't touch. Slowly, with your body twitching comically, you turned your head towards him, and mustered out an awkward laugh.

❥︎ "... 𝑨-𝑨𝒉, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒖𝒎... 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑭𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆..." You murmured awkwardly as he stepped closer towards you, his icy blue eyes glued on your figure. "𝑺-𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒊𝒕... 𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐...𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕!" You apologized profusely, flustered and your hands reached up to try and take the cloak off of you, until you felt his hands reach out, placed on top of yours and halted you in your movements, prompting you to meet his gaze.

❥︎ Federico remained stoic as ever, his face blank but with a barely noticeable layer of softness in them, reserved only for you. Ever since he became a Saint and had learned a lot from his missions, he's become a bit more expressive than long ago. He's still trying to understand emotions and love, but he's already within good progress in doing so.

❥︎ "... 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆." He murmured, still holding your hands gently in place. "𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆... 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉. 𝑰𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆." He says, his gaze softens as he slowly lowered your hands with his own, but continues to hold it ever so gently.

❥︎ "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆...𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅?" You questioned him hesitantly, blush still present on your cheeks as he kept staring back at you. He shook his head. "𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎...𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓." He says, followed by a brief pause, his eyes darting over to your lips as he continued. "𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕...𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍-𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅."

❥︎ He leans closer, almost pressing his forehead with yours. Federico looked a bit reluctant with his flow in words but remained firm as ever, as he expressed himself in a developed pacing of his own. Federico's doing well, indeed. With how soft he's acting, you find yourself unable to even resist it but reach up and startle the blank-faced Saint with an appreciative kiss on the lips.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝒁𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊

❥︎ It happened while your beloved was inside the bathroom, showering and bathing himself after a long day of work. You had already cleaned up before him, and so, you spent the minutes away, brushing at your hair to ensure it's in good condition. You remained seated on the bed, letting the peaceful ambiance consume you like all the previous days it did do so too. Living with Zhongli is of great comfort to your life. He's one devoted partner, of course, if you wouldn't count his constant splurge in expenses. He adored spoiling you and making fine additions to his collection. One that... Well, needs more work to be properly controlled on his end.

❥︎ Setting the brush away, you sat idly on the bed, bored out of your mind, alone with only your thoughts when your eyes darts over to the clothing rack by his wardrobe. There hangs his coat, pristine as ever and unweathered like its owner, no matter about the ways in how he goes on about his day. Zhongli is rather neat and tidy with his things, even if he were left alone inside a dusty antique shop, he'd come out with little to no speck of dust on his clothes.

❥︎ Though, while bored out of your mind, an idea sprang inside your mind and you stood up, swinging your legs off of the bed, strided towards the rack, observed at the coat, before smiling to yourself. A little bit of playfulness surely won't hurt.

❥︎ You took the coat off from its rack, turned your head from side to side, a smile still present on your lips before slipping the coat on, letting it hugs your curves perfectly, and marveled at yourself in the mirror. You already looked fitting to be a new member of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, with how the coat fits you well.

❥︎ You were observing yourself in the mirror, when Zhongli comes in, about to greet you only to spot you... wearing his coat, right in front of a mirror. The sight placed a smile on his lips. His steps were light as to not alarm you, and there, you nearly stumbled off your feet, when you felt a hand reach for your hair, lifted a handful of locks upwards and when you glanced over your shoulder to look, you saw your beloved press a kiss upon your hair.

❥︎ "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆." Zhongli would speak, in a gentle tone, his eyes gleaming in admiration for the person he loved most. As you turn around to face him, Zhongli takes the initiative to reach his hands over, ease out the creases and carefully straighten the coat up for a more presentable look on your part. He gladly would indulge in whatever fits your fancy, humoring your slight mischief into wearing his coat.

❥︎ "𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏... 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒅. 𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒔𝒏𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈." — and thus, for most of the rest of the evening, you ended up playing dress-up with your beloved.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

❥︎ Rays of sunlight pours in through the parted lines between curtains, as a new day greeted the nation of Fontaine. You woke up first in the morning, with your beloved still heavy within the confines of slumber beside you on the bed. Neuvillette has been up and awake the entire night, tending to his readings and work, with barely any time to rest until a few hours past midnight did he come home and snuck himself beneath the blankets beside you and rested his mind after such a hectic flow of workload. Neuvillette is not one to pass yet another night without having to sleep and wake up next to you. He's missed being in bed with you, after being rendered unable to even return to your side due to work. Sleeping in his office and another room was rather lonesome, when he had gotten used to your company.

❥︎ Neuvillette was fast asleep, perhaps the fatigue having caught up to him, rendering him unable to wake up the same time you did. You became careful in your movements and step then, not wanting to wake him up just to ensure that he gets a longer rest. You walked over to the bathroom, to wash your face, clean yourself up a bit until you noticed eyecatching neatly folded blue colored coat at the side on a table just within the bathroom. You identified it immediately to be Neuvillette's. He must've taken it off when he had come home and left it there.

❥︎ You cleaned yourself up a bit before letting curiosity get ahead of you to step towards the folded clothing, swoops it up into your arms in a careful manner, unfolds it gently before marveling at the full view of his coat. It looked neat and tidy with little marks nor worn-out features. You peeked out from the bathroom, and after confirming that Neuvillette was still fast asleep, you can't help but allow for your mischievous side to take over.

❥︎ You felt thrill rush through you, as you slipped his coat on. You handled it with great care as to not cause any damage or make it heavily creased, a far cry from its neat fold that it was left in, last night. You can't possibly disappoint your lover like that, even if he may indulge in you, most of the time. Neuvillette's stressed out with work already. Even if he may switch out the coat for another copy, you don't want to displease him into ruining it while it's still in a normal condition.

❥︎ You patted at the fabric gently, letting your palms graze along its softness, observing the way it fit you and all. Wearing it made you feel as if you were the tall and mighty Chief Justice instead. You got too occupied with having a feel at his coat, when you failed to notice him having gotten up already, looked for you and there, walked in on you having fun with his coat.

❥︎ You two stood face to face, with you at the center, while he, at the doorway, still fresh out of bed but with widened eyes as he registers the sight before him. You got a bit antsy on your feet, but before you could utter any other word, he spoke first.

❥︎ "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌... 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓." Neuvillette says softly, respectfully eyeing your figure with a smile of his own. "𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈?" He further inquired as he stepped towards you, hands reaching out which you shyly took before he halted to a stop in front of you, looking at you rather sweetly. When you nodded your head, Neuvillette looked a lot even more pleased than before, and uttered no protest to letting you try it on.

❥︎ "𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔... 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒆̀𝒓𝒊𝒆?" — For a Chief Justice, normally described as stern and imposing, he can be quite the lovely and indulgent lover.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒋𝒊 (𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔! ❣︎)

❥︎ Given his status as one of the strongest, and if not, labeled as the strongest in Japan, Ryuji is often riddled with great responsibilities and a heavy workload. It's a miracle that he even still considered letting you stay by his side, as among his only wills and grip on humanity. He acknowledged your strength, and the way it had impacted him greatly starting from first impressions up until a relationship was pursued between the two of you and eventually turning into a full-on committed relationship.

❥︎ You understood the risks and the things that had to come with being a partner to Ryuji. The safety of the people and of maintaining his ranking, and honing his abilities to be stronger and get to the top is his foremost priority. However, of course, as his lover, you do still receive attention whenever he can and whenever he comes back home from work.

❥︎ In most cases however, when the loneliness and separation became too much for you to bear, you wound up with a needy habit of impulsively albeit it nitpicked at your conscience and shyness, you eventually just found yourself rummaging through his wardrobe, take ahold of whatever clothing you could first lay your hand on, embrace it and get a fine whiff out of it. You missed him dearly. Much so.

❥︎ You'd even take it to bed to hug, pretending as if it were your lover that you're hugging, as if he's clad in them and is physically present with you during that moment. Even with the passage of time, and changes that occur with your man, and of his schedule, you still loved him. To you, Goto Ryuji held huge sentimental value to your heart, especially with how his past kindness and determination had charmed your heart. He inspired strength, motivation and bravery within you. Values that up until now, you still chose to uphold to honor him and the changes that his encouragement alone ignited within you. Even though he has drifted farther and farther with distance due to his duties, you remained devoted to him. You never once stopped believing in your man.

❥︎ None could see you anyways. You're undisturbed by the staff whenever you're within the confines of your shared room with Ryuji, to not be caught walking around inside, clad in his coat or even clothes that were far too loose for your frame. Ryuji had a better physique, given that his body is well-honed and attributed to fierce combat. He had a 'buffed' body type, to put it simply.

❥︎ You were an absolute yearner. It's almost embarrassing but can you even blame yourself? You're missing Ryuji dearly. Not even those occasional video calls and phone texts could do anything to alleviate your loneliness. You even started putting photos or even frames with his pictures within the collar of his tops, and would pretend as if you were waking up next to him.

❥︎ Until one time, Ryuji had not informed you of an impromptu visit at home. It's been awhile since he's seen you in person and have rested in the peaceful confines of his home. He was feeling rather fatigued, both mentally and physically. He headed for your shared room with him, his muscles worn down with overloaded schedules for the past months only to—

❥︎ There you stood, seated on your the bed, one of his cloaks huddled, wrapped around your body comfortably like a blanket, relishing in its scent and warmth. It took you a second or two before realizing that the door is open, and there stood a stunned looking Goto Ryuji.

❥︎ Silence. An awkward silence followed afterwards. Goto Ryuji had already blinked twice, his eyes darting and scanning the room. His... Photos are scattered all over the room on top of tables. There's even one on the other side of the bed. And his cloak... You're wearing one of those. If he were being frank right now, he doesn't even know what to say or how to react to the scene before him.

❥︎ Until you moved. You stood up from bed, and unable to help it, you ran towards him, and even with all his great strength and reaction time, you pounced the S-rank Hunter to the floor, topping the poor man who's getting his lungs squeezed thin from your tight embrace, fueled by relentless yearning born out of loneliness.

❥︎ "𝑰-𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉..." you muttered, holding onto him so tightly to the point you no longer even cared that it was Goto himself who had caught you in such a state alongside that of the bedroom's. Seeing your saddened expression, akin to that of a puppy's, Goto Ryuji sighed and gave in, embracing you back with his hands rubbing circular motions onto your back in a gentle caress, and less than that of a heavy grip, like how he usually would handle his weaponry.

❥︎ "𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈." He whispered, words audible only for your ears before mustering enough strength to pull himself up into a sitting position with you on his lap, still in an embrace. "... 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅... 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅?" He says, to which you happily beamed at. It was more than enough to assure you that you'll be receiving back affection that you've been so deprived of.

❥︎ Goto Ryuji can't blame you at all, if you've become that desperate for his presence but at the same time, still wished to be by his side rather than seek out another. You've confirmed it with him, over and over again, that you're absolutely sure about staying as his lover. He didn't bat an eye at all at you wearing his coats or how his clothing, albeit folded neatly and kept in their place, looked... obviously tampered with. He even fixed the coat that you stole off his wardrobe just for you. The Hunter's Association isn't going to knock at his doors anytime soon again, for a threat within the home borders. This time, he'll make some time for you. His beloved. He both has a duty to his nation, and of course— to you, as well. You're the home that he returns to.

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❣︎☾︎ "𝐼𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ" (Various characters! x sick! reader) | Headcannons

❦︎ sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs: 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ -pairing: 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐌𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐢, 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚, 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

❥︎ not proof-read; third attempt (fourth since the first draft got accidentally deleted so had to start from scratch ackk) at keeping a writing streak; fluff; headcannons; possible errors and ooc; established relationship; domestic dynamic; gender-neutral reader

✿︎☾︎ 𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬

❥︎ Nod-Krai's weather takes a while for even one to be accustomed to, it's no easy breeze for one to immediately go out into the cold landscape of the lands without having first gone used to being snuggled up in coats and wraps. Thus, it's of no surprise that even you could still be affected by the weather. First, it was a cold until it developed into a full-blown heavy fever.

❥︎ Before you could even bother hiding it from your beloved, Flins had already caught wind of the minor changes in your demeanor and had already snuffed out of your collapsing senses before you may even realize how heavy this illness of yours proved to be. In just minutes, you had already found yourself tucked in bed, with the warm blankets pulled up on your body and the faint scent of burning calming incense warped your nostrils and you settled back into bed, with your sore muscles losing its tension only for a small bit.

❥︎ Flins attended to you for the day and took some time off from his duties just to nurse you back to health. He can't afford to allow his beloved to be left alone, writhing in bed with only the comfort of the incense, tea at her bedside table and alongside medications. He wished to keep you company to get through such discomfort. A Fae once devoted to a partner, will stay so, for most of shared your life with them.

❥︎ He would rush back to Nasha Town, bought you the necessary medications and even some light snacks that he hoped you could munch on to slowly ease at your temporarily non-existent appetite. He pretty much adhered to every whim and request you would ask of him with no complaint. He'd even set up and switch the damp towels he'd put on your forehead, frequently checking in on your temperature and ensuring that there is progress in your recovery.

❥︎ Being the caring lover he is, Flins spared no hesitation either when assisting you with eating. He didn't even mind cooking you a light yet sufficiently hearty meal enough for your stomach to accept without feeling upset. Seated by your bedside, Flins would then take scoops out from the small bowl of the soup or any food he is to serve you and feed you carefully himself.

❥︎ When the discomfort becomes too much to bear, Flins does lean down and surprise you with a gentle peck on the forehead, his lips brushing at your cooling head. Faes don't appear to be easily vulnerable to illnesses such as this, and so, he'd find no issue in showing you gentle affection if it'll appease you so.

❥︎ When duty calls, Flins would be reluctant to leave your side even with assurance on your side. Protecting Nod-Krai as a Ratnik may be important, but your health currently took precedence. To settle his anxiety in leaving you for a short while, Flins would just ask a trusted colleague of his or even acquaintance, or even Illuga himself to attend to you while he's away. Even just as short visit could do, even a brief company that he'll hear from later that you are doing well. Flins fulfilled his duties with efficiency and haste then, just to be able to return to your side soon.

❥︎ Once you've recovered, Flins becomes more attentive to your health condition. When on strolls outside together, he makes a habit out of removing his coat and would have you wear it just to ensure you can stay warm rather than fall victim to harsh weather that your body has yet to grow accustomed to. Anything for his dearest.

ꨄ︎❣︎ "𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥- 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑴𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒔

❥︎ Ever since you and Mydei have started dating, you took great interest learning about martial arts in the hopes of at least being able to match the pacing of both his and the Kremnoans around and not wanting to rely on Mydei all the time when it came to self-defense in case, he couldn't be there for you. Your desire for growing stronger was not missed on him, and albeit he had initial reservations into exposing you to such hard training, your eagerness did eventually win him over and he provides a time of his daily schedule into helping you learn and train. Mydei made for both a strong and strict teacher but of course, since you are his lover, he is considerate when it comes to pushing you to your limits.

❥︎ Hard it may have been, eventually, you started making a habit out of training at your leisure. It was for both the best, and of course, to impress Mydei with your progress just so that he didn't have to place more energy than he already is, in helping you get stronger. But, one day had proved your routine overdone when you came down with terrible fever.

❥︎ You had woken up with burning fever, sore muscles, a bruning headache and with sweat seeping down your skin, keeping you the chills. You can't even muster uttering any word past your lips without sounding hoarse. You had ended up staying up late into the night, accustoming yourself to the cold night and exerted effort into training yourself further. Except, you strained yourself instead. You feared having to tell your boyfriend, as since you've been working hard just to show him progress.

❥︎ When you had not turned up at the usual meeting time, Mydei marched over to your house in careful strides and the moment he finds you writhing on your bed with burning fever, for the moment, his usually stern expression is replaced with that of softness.

❥︎ Mydei spared no moment, and immediately rushed to your side, shedding away his noble aura and replaced it with that of a humble lover. He forbade you from taking one foot out of your bed, gently scolded you for training up so late last night, reminded you of prioritizing your health as all warriors do to be in good shape, and yet also would arrive back from your kitchen, already carrying a tray of food. You had no other choice but to do as he says then.

❥︎ Mydei didn't give you much of an earful, seeing as you are in such a miserable state. Instead, he shifted his energy into nursing you back to health. He'd switch out your damp towels, checked your temperature from time to time, and stayed by your side just to ensure that you won't defy his order about taking a rest. He didn't let you move a muscle on your own, and every movement you do, even just a small shift on the bed, came with gentle assistance from Mydei.

❥︎ Once your condition is starting to lighten up, and even though you still possess the remaining residues of your illness, unable to help but still appreciate his lover for exerting great effort just to impress him, he'd lean down and press his lips against yours, which was received with both a blush and a protest on your end, fearing infecting him. He simply scoffed, keeping up his usual prideful air once more that Kremnoans, let alone him cannot be so easily deterred by a mere fever such as yours. He's incredibly stronger than how he looks.

ꨄ︎❣︎ "…. 𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑷𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒏

❥︎ Work had been burning you out lately, to the point, it made you remember of your own body's limitations. You've always adored helping others, eager to contribute to the cause of the Chrysos Heirs for the entirety of Amphoreus. You dedicated your life into healing but forgot how a healer won't be able to heal others if they could not even muster a strength to heal themselves in their downtimes.

❥︎ Phainon frequently came to see you on a daily basis, his puppy eyes usually always filled with joy at the sight of you. Exactly like a puppy in the form of a human. Though, the moment he had come to greet you, eager to scoop you up in his arms for an embrace, Phainon does not miss the way your face had lost its color, how your body looked slumped over when standing, and how your smile etched not of your usual look of love and instead of pain.

❥︎ Phainon still did scoop you up into his arms nonetheless, but rather than squeal like a lovebird in joy of seeing his mate, he carried you ever so gently, with a look of concern before bringing you to your bed. Like Mydei, he won't even allow you to move a muscle all by yourself.

❥︎ He'd shuffle into your cabinets, prying them open in search of medicine tabs at your directive and would return to your side with a glass of lukewarm water. He did educate himself on basic medical care, and so, Phainon gladly became your nurse for today instead of the other way around. You've always been the one bandaging up his injuries when he had any, and so, it was time to return the favor and have you see how he could look after both you and your heart too.

❥︎ If he had a tail or even animalistic ears, you're more than sure they'd be twitching and even wagging with every passing second that his eyes remain on your figure. Phainon devotes himself to those he loved the most. As his beloved, he sees you as his most invaluable treasure. Beneath his charming smiles, is a great concern for your well-being. He can't afford to lose you too.

❥︎ Phainon goes high and low for you be arranged. You want to adjust your pillows into a more comfortable position? Let him do it. You wish to go to sleep? He'd tuck you into bed with a forehead kiss or two. Cold be damned. You want him to cook for you? Well... That can be arranged. He'd pour all his love into the light meal he'd cook up, so much it could boil and flow out of the pot. He's trying his best! He does end up giving you his prepped-up soup, with a shrug, light chuckle and a scratch on the back of the head. He looked so silly for the man people looked up to as the Deliverer. But hey, it's the thought that counts. The soup still tasted nice somehow, you could tell he put a lot of careful thought into it.

❥︎ Phainon barely considered leaving your side not until he sees the sprinkle of color return to your cheeks. He feels unsettled about leaving you on a whim and having to think that you're still ill, even with Hyacine around. He knew Hyacine has quite the busy schedule too, and besides, nothing beats having to take care of your ailing lover.

❥︎ Once you've recovered, Phainon became a lot clingier than usual. He made a habit out of resting the back of his hand onto your forehead just to check your temperature and ensure that you are well to set off with the rest of your day. He knew you're a hardworking soul, but he hoped that you could trust in him to share your burdens even just a bit. Seeing you rest easy is more than enough to allow his mind to be at peace.

ꨄ︎❣︎ "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆… 𝑰𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅. 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒂

❥︎ The moment you woke up next to your lover with a burning throat and forehead, it was the same moment that Varka had stirred awake from his slumber as he felt you shift and turn to the side, in attempts of getting your sickness away from him, not wanting for him to get affected by it. Too bad for your considerate heart, however, Varka had an arm wrapped around your waist in just seconds. You're feeling a lot warmer than usual, he notes. His bright grin gets instantly replaced with that of a concerned look the moment his free hand felt your burning forehead temperature. You're sick.

❥︎ Varka tucks you back in bed, his mind prancing back and forth at the thought of you being ill. He stayed outwardly composed, of course, sets you down more comfortably on the bed surrounded by pillows and with the blankets up to your chest. He could delay meeting with his fellow knights for the morning, just to attend to your needs like the lovable partner he is.

❥︎Varka doesn't take too long, returns with a tray of medicine, a glass of water and a light snack. He sets it down on the bedside table, right before excusing himself once more just to retrieve a basin of water from the counter to soak a towel into, the moment he returns to your side, and have it placed on your forehead. He takes you seriously in moments like this.

❥︎When your fever proved far too worser than it looked, Varka decided to stay in for the day and told his colleagues to proceed on for the day without him. You'll be his priority for the day. No excuses. No protests. You knew, the moment Varka sets his mind on something, it'll be difficult to change his mind or even persuade him about it, especially when it came to your safety and well-being as his lover.

❥︎He'd be the type to sit next to you on the bed or even lie down next to you just so that he can have a closer look at your face to see if you're showing signs of distress in your sickness. You can't hide anything from the watchful gaze of a walking bear like him.

❥︎Varka would hand-feed you himself with little complaint and would even praise you as a form of encouragement to gulp the food down. To ensure that you stay clean and cool for comfort, he'd willingly set up either a bath or just clean you with a wet towel for the moment in bed, depending on your mood and what you'd like for him to do. You're sweating all over too, so cleaning had to be done.

❥︎He'd even have you put on his top, as it'll appear loose and may allow more breathing room for you. Varka would even happily do it for you, with little malicious thoughts in mind as he'd slip the shirt on you and gently button it up with an additional irresistible smooch to the crown of your head. Perhaps that could bring the color back to your cheeks a lot faster <3

❥︎Once you recover, Varka takes you out for a hearty meal and accompanies you out for a walk as to stretch your previous sore muscles. His treatment of you won't ever change. In the following nights, like Phainon, started to make a habit of checking for your temperature before going to sleep or even before rising up from bed in the mornings. He's keeping a tighter arm around your waist too, to ensure that you won't be going anywhere else in case you'd try to hide pain from him again.

ꨄ︎❣︎ "𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒂𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

❥︎ You returned home just the previous night to your shared space with your beloved, soaking wet from the unexpected downpour of rain. Neuvillette seemed to have quite the heavy schedule since he didn't return home for the day to rest in with you, you could barely disturb him off his desk. It was an arrangement that does get lonesome but at the same time, content with, given your agreement and eagerness to stay by the Chief Justice's side. A busy man but with enough space in his heart to consider making time to bond with you too.

❥︎Unfortunately, the next day, you wound up waking up with sore muscles and a ticklish nose. Just within seconds of recovering your consciousness from the depths of slumber, you had already gone into sneezing fits, timed with a nearby handkerchief off the bedside table to catch your sneezes. Then, there came the painful coughs, and you could feel your body heating up. Just Great. You're down with fever.

❥︎You were about to ring a nearby staff for assistance with meds, when you suddenly see Neuvillette, looking worn out and tired from poring over texts the entire night, step into the room and slowly he registers your figure within his field of vision when his gaze locks onto the bed. Before he could muster a greeting, Neuvillette is left reeling with slight surprise and tension when he witnesses you sneeze into your handkerchief and attempted to greet him which went poorly given your hoarse voice from your aching throat.

❥︎In just moments, Neuvillette is already standing by the side of the bed, looming over you with a worried expression. You tried to assure him, since he already looked so tired with his own work. It gave him no comfort, of course, only more worry before he then had one of the staff members called over, hastily fetched for the physician before sitting beside you to watch over you as he inquired over your well-being. He looked stressed out, and the skies could cry out his tears any moment now.

❥︎When the physician arrived, prescribed you with much needed rest and medications, Neuvillette took matters into his own hands to clear up your own schedule for a break. Even in your hoarse voice, you went on convincing your man to mellow down for the day and take a rest too. When convinced that it could help with you becoming more willing to stay in bed and rest for days, Neuvillette agreed to have his own break too at your insistence.

❥︎Rather than completely rest however, he went fulfilling the duties of a caring lover and less of the stern Chief Justice persona that he usually appeared in. With assistance from the melusines, he went nursing you back to health. He isn't well versed personally in matters such as this, but he looked eager enough to pick up a thing or two from others to learn how to care for you all by himself.

❥︎He took note of the timetable for your medication and gently rubbed at your back to ease the tension in there, personally would serve you water and keep the glass close to your lips and would keep you company with brief conversations or even comfortable silence. He's trying his best.

❥︎It's the least he could do, after all, for the times you've gone out of your way just to check on him. You taught him the emotion and the feeling of caring for someone he could hold so closely in his heart. He wishes to return the favor. Not wanting for him to be in discomfort, you did insist that he sleep next to you so that he may rest his back.

❥︎Neuvillette reluctantly agreed, unable to refuse your wishes if that'll leave you content. He still pays close attention to you, even in moments of rest and easily responds to your movements when he keeps his eyes closed or drifts off to slumber beside you.

❥︎Neuvillette would caress at your locks idly whenever you're one to sleep off instead of him, even trailing his fingers down just to check if your body heat was returning back to normal. He's spent from work, but of course, he'd dedicate himself all the same with you too.

❥︎Only when do you recover when you finally see the look of relief on his face. Neuvillette had taken good care of you, far better than he thought. Even with having just recovered, your first concern would be of his own well-being. A gesture that'll always be appreciated on his part, this time, with the time left of your mutual break, you'll help him destress fully this time.

❥︎Being human, you were more fragile compared to him. Neuvillette least expected seeing himself nurse a beloved to health, even with a worn out mind, but with your recovery, his energy had replenished alongside yours. But he certainly had picked up a lot of things when it comes to nursing a person, most especially, a loved one back to health. Perhaps, this is one human would call unconditional devotion, he'd thought to himself.

ꨄ︎❣︎ "𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐...𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘... 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓? 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝑨𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆

❥︎ It was during working hours when you had first felt the fever blues. Your body felt strangely chilly at first, followed by that familiar, foreboding ache creeping into your muscles, and the dulling clarity in your throat. You grimaced at the thought of having to go down with fever, when there are still things you must attend to. You dread having to face overtime in the passing of days, if you were to end up leaving your work incomplete due to sickness. The pains of being in such a hectic work environment.

❥︎To your misfortune and perhaps, better phrased, relief, Aventurine had come to visit you during a break in his own duties. He greeted you with the same air of mellow flamboyance, had gone to approach and press a kiss on your head, but it was also the same moment that he had found something odd about your body temperature.

❥︎ Initially, he teased you with linking you as akin to an overheating stove, before placing one of his gloved hands onto your forehead to check his suspicions. In just a second, the smile he usually puts on gets replaced with a thin straight line and a look of concern.

❥︎ You haven't even found any time to protest and speak your piece when Aventurine had already gone off, taking you with him back to your spaced living space. He insisted on taking care of the rest of your work, assisted you into pulling out loose garments off your wardrobe with little of a tease and even guided you into putting them on. Your muscles have started to ache at that moment, prompting him to reach for the medical cabinet, took out the vial of medical pills for situations such as this, and hands it over to you, with his hand reaching for your palm to carefully settle it in place over there.

❥︎ Aventurine's luck surely is great. He had come to see you, just as you're starting to feel under the weather. Having taken medication before the fever could settle in, helped your body's system contain the illness better. You felt a lot lighter than expected, with the occasional tightening of the chest. And of course, Aventurine didn't allow you back to work, insisted that you take a few days off to refresh yourself up from working too hard.

❥︎ Aventurine would time your water intake, to keep you hydrated while in bed. He'd always come over and bring you water to drink, and even a light snack all the while he kept you company to get through the illness better. He ditched the latter half of his work in the office for today, not like he'd care that much with the absurd amount of luck that he has to get away with little punishment, to take care of you. He can't trust you not to walk off and step back to work, given your track record of being a "high performing employee."

❥︎ Being the caring boyfriend he is, behind closed doors, Aventurine would give you massage in every spot that it ached. Just point it out to him, and he'd willingly be the one to serve you for today. A fine reward and great care from your beloved, yes? He'd rub at your arms, trail his fingers with gentle ministrations over your back down your spine and even at your shoulders. His hands felt so good to the touch, you could yearn for it everyday.

❥︎ Your shared space was cool enough to help with lowering your temperature, though, to help ease discomfort when sweat still ran through your skin, Aventurine went and grabbed himself a towel and went wiping at your skin in a gentle manner just to wipe you clean and cool.

❥︎ Once you recover, Aventurine finds himself marveling at you as if you were a fine work of his, whom he had nursed for quite a short while but looked immensely satisfied when you could respond to his light teasing and gentle expressions all the same.

❥︎ Of course, up until when a sneeze escapes past his nose this time around instead. Aventurine nursed you so well, indeed, that the illness passed onto him instead. He's still of fragile health like any other. And fresh out of recovery, you pushed his airy smugness out of the way to take care of him this time. Like he wanted, you took 'responsibility' for having passed your pains onto him.

ꨄ︎❣︎ "𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓? 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕? 𝑨 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒕?"

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© XINCERELY-YOURS. plagiarism of any form and type, stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms is NOT permitted.

[xincerely-yours]

hihi! i love your writing! i can’t stop reading the sick reader one bc it’s so cute! if you don’t mind me asking, can i request a house of the hearth (twins, freminet + arlecchino) headcanon/scenario (?) to you being sent out on a dangerous mission, not coming back at the expected time and they find you barely conscious and trying to heal your own injuries, i’m not sure how much info you want but that’s all i got! if not then it’s okay! i hope you have a great day/night!

✿︎☾︎ "𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕" (𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ (𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦) 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 | 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 | 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠

❦︎sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs: 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞— 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ -pairing: 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭, 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨

❥︎ not proof-read; gender-neutral reader(please excuse any pronoun errors if there are any (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)); possible errors and ooc; mentions of blood/injuries/violence; reader is part of the fatui/house of the hearth; established relationship.

ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs: annnd here's our first request in, for the house of the hearth! Certainly not what I expected but a welcome surprise to have as my very first request! (The first draft got deleted again too so whoopie, I left it sitting in my drafts for a bit but oh well) (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Also apologies for taking long to attend to your request nonnie, and for making updates, I took a small break and went catching up with Amphoreus storyline in HSR, hehe (tysm for the kind compliment too aaack (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡) I was so surprised seeing the downpour of notifications from tumblr (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ tysm for all the support (and wowzers already 60 followers, tysm!). I sure do hope this is worth the wait, anon (and that the writing format is well received haha). (I wrote it with an established relationship in mind (romantic) so I hope it's something to your liking, nonnie! ig you can read this, in case, platonically if you squint?)

🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨

Strings of palpitating heartbeats ringed through your ears, and filled you with great discomfort as your steps— heavy with fatigue, and your eyesight blurry from your sustained blood loss, as evident by the crimson lines that dripped out and past your right palm. You've always prided yourself on being so meticulous in the line of duty, and yet, here you are. With enemy guards hot on your tail, all the while alarms buzzed all around the facility, you tightly clutched the documents that you had taken off the archives of the base in your other hand as you ran and ran, facial expressions contorting into that of wincing.

You turned by a corner, found a pile of stacked huge boxes, and looking over your shoulder, you knew you had no time to waste. You've already run out of decoys to deploy, and so, you can only opt to hide, and hopefully stow away when all hope seems bleak at the moment. You ran towards the boxes, and hid behind it, placing your free hand over your mouth to steady and hide your breathing as the enemy guards fortunately only ran past where you went.

With your back against the wall, you slowly slid down to a sitting position, and as if having been robbed of breath for the longest time, you let out a huge sigh of relief. Then, as fast as the adrenaline rush overtook you in the chase, you felt the pain of your injuries and blood loss came ringing back to you. Crimson, beat by beat, streak your sight, and the surrounding sounds faded into the back of your mind.

Still, even as you slowly grow dazed and mindless, you grab hold onto your remaining consciousness, firmly grasped around you for your emergency kit, shakily fumbled, resisted the blinding pain, as you took out your bandages to still the bleeding for the moment. You used your remaining strength to tug, wrap and pull at it, after you had lifted your sleeve up, to cover and halt the blood loss in your most injured area. You had suffered a gash to your arm, right when you've been taken off-guard mid-run.

It immobilized you, but thankfully, you had the instincts to run and survive. The documents remained by your side, something you could barely pay any attention to, at the moment, as life seeped in and out of you. Dying in the line of duty is a kind of pride, honored by many, including you, even within the Fatui, since regardless of the cause, you've died for one. Giving it at least some meaning.

No, you can't think of that yet. You still had a promise to keep with a certain someone, and people, didn't you?

With the remnants of your slipping mind, you can only hope that someone may come to your rescue. While you could still clutch at your reddening wraps.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐲

❥︎ Tap. Tap. Tap. It had already been a couple of minutes since the normally charming Great Magician, had started to lose his composure. His lips that were normally curved up to a smile, only fell into one thin line as he paced back and forth in the room, with hands clasped at his back. And the only other action he'd do, was to look up at the ticking wall clock, making note of the extended time that you've been away. You're taking longer than expected.

❥︎ A myriad of thoughts filled his head, full of worry, in rhythmic motions that accompanied the fast beating of his heart. Not even Lynette could get to him. Lyney didn't want to think of the worst, for he had faith in your abilities, and yet, you still haven't returned within the expected time frame of your mission. He can't stay still, not until Arlecchino has finally passed down an order to him and a few others to rush to your aid, for she can't lose a capable child. Or, really, father cannot bear the thought of losing another child, in a field of losses, let alone someone with great talent as you.

❥︎ Lyney wasted no time in rushing out through the door, upon receiving the orders, having ran out as fast as he could towards the enemy facility, mentally praying to the archons, and whoever gods above there is, that you are still safe and sound. He can't imagine the thought of losing someone precious to him. If anything, it'll make both his smile and his heart falter for great lengths of time. It was the kind of wound that Lyney didn't know if he could handle, despite how good he is at carrying himself into top shape, in front of others.

❥︎ Lyney ran, full speed ahead, rushing past charging enemy guards whom had shifted their attention from hunting another intruder— probably you, in favor of the larger group that had come in to rescue the fatui agent they've been trying to capture within the base. Lyney is careful, yet filled with great determination of finding you and then bringing you back. He hoped that it's not yet too late.

❥︎ When the group separated to take on different tasks and enemies at once for a safe escape, Lyney went for retrieval of you. He snuck behind every nook and cranny, in search of a trace of you. He walked around, cautious of any impending ambush, and the moment he spots the trails of blood on the floor, was the moment his breathing hitched, his eyebrows furrowed, heart beat faster, as he carefully followed the trail, turning a corner and found the stack of boxes.

❥︎ Slowly, he approached, holding back his breath and then, there— the moment he sees your familiar figure, slumped down on the floor, barely conscious, hand clutching so tightly on the bandages... Lyney's face twitched into that of great horror, and in just seconds, he was already by your side. At that very moment, he faced the greatest fear of his life, of losing you.

❥︎ Lyney wasted no time, holstered you up into his arms, princess carry style, took the documents that are now slightly rusty and bloodied into a safe compartment with a magic trick of his, and ran out into the hallways to meet up with the others and get you back to safety before it's too late.

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

In the first waking moments, hours later, your eyes twitched as it adjusted to the glaring light of the chandelier that hung above the center of the Infirmary, just near your bed. Your head ringed, memories blurred in a flash, as you stirred awake from your unconsciousness. Your chest heaved up and down for breath, as you slowly register your surroundings. Your comfortable hospital gown, the comfortable furnishings are identical yet all the different from your own room, and of the faint scent of medicines from within the shelves.

At first, you winced as you tried to move and muscle and sit up only to halt just within a second short, when you felt something— or someone weighing down heavily upon one hand. Slowly, your eyes drifted towards it, and your lips parted in surprise, as you registered the sight of a certain familiar short ash blonde colored hair. It was another person's head, their warm cheek that was pressed down on your own hand, and it was from the sensation alone that you could already tell who it is.

".... Lyney?," you weakly called out to him, your voice low and hoarse as the young man at your bedside raised his head up, blinked, took in your sight as if having been ridden with restlessness only for his spirits to spring back to life, at seeing you regain consciousness.

"(name)! You're awake, oh, thank the heavens!" He says, as he stands off from his stool, unable to help it, but lean closer and gently take you into an embrace. His arms slid around your waist, careful not to hurt you as he then rests his head upon your shoulder. Lyney could almost shed streams and even a large waterfall of tears right now, out of relief. He waited for hours on end, just so that you may wake up without feeling so lonely within the constricting atmosphere of the Infirmary.

"I thought... I thought I almost lost you, starlight. Oh, thank goodness..."

Lyney mumbled, trembling in your arms, as you then embraced him back, a small smile forming on your lips as you rested your chin on top of his head. Your hands moved in circular motions, massaging his back as to comfort him.

"Ah, come now... People wouldn't wanna see the Great and Charming Magician himself look like a tear stricken little puppy now, yes?"

You jested, in hopes of lightening the mood up, to which in response, Lyney only mustered a weak chuckle out, embracing you tighter, followed by a sigh. His eyes closed, as he could feel his heart and mind that ran on anxiety for hours, be finally at rest.

ꨄ︎ "𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕... 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆... 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉... 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐, 𝒂 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒎 𝑰? 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆— 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅?."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

❥︎ The clock ticked on the wall, indicating yet another hour that has passed in your absence by the tea table, of whose tea had already gone cold. Lynette could not count the amount of tea refills that she already had mindlessly drank, having spiraled down from rational calmness over thoughts of your return onwards to the slipping panic through the cracks of her expression, when you've been gone beyond the expected timeframe.

❥︎ Lynette brings down her cup of tea after a final sip, creating a clinking sound on the small plate, as she quietly stands off of her chair, creating a creaking sound as she turned for the door. She's naturally calm and composed, and can keep her deadpan expression for long periods of time, and yet, her expression is starting to falter when you still haven't returned within the expected time. And timely to her luck, Lyney had come to knock by her door, and informed her that Arlecchino had already passed an order just in time, for a retrieval operation on you and of the intended intel.

❥︎ Lyney can see the slight leaks of fear etched on his sister's face for quite some time now, and does assure her on it after they have set out altogether with few others. Lynette does appreciate his comfort, for she's rarely stricken in such a manner, but it's not enough, deep inside, to calm her beating heart.

❥︎ Upon reaching the enemy facility, with the guards already on alert, seemingly hunting for someone, anxiety crept up Lynette's heart at the thought that it must've been you they've been initially after, not until they've come for their group instead upon detection.

❥︎ As the others fought their way in, Lynette separates from the group, right after ensuring that Lyney would be fine with the others on his own, leaving her twin, for her partner this time. Lyney would understand. Even though she may not visibly show it, it's clear to most, that Lynette values you as much as she does with her own brother. Maybe even slightly more too, in a way.

❥︎ Lynette sneaks in, careful in her steps, scanned her surroundings, and her ears would twitch even at just the faintest of sounds. She turned corners after corners before finally spotting the trail of blood on the ground, used her sense of smell to do a tracking, and followed it. She's getting the familiar scent of your perfume. One that she's bought for you, as a present awhile back. Of course, she'd have it memorized on you.

❥︎ Turning the final corner, Lynette arrives by the stack of boxes, rounded behind it and can't help but retort into a shocked expression and a small gasp at the bloody sight, her heart leaping as she too, leaped to your side, her heels tapping on the ground as she came to your side.

❥︎ You're almost rendered unconscious, and sweat starts to form beams over her forehead as she helps you up to your feet, with calm assurances, stuffed the documents away safely, as she assisted you away from the bloody trails of your own making to safety. For treatment, before it could be too late.

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You awoke to the scented leaves of tea, slowly stirring awake from the depths of your slumber as you turned your head slightly on your pillow instinctively towards the source of the soothing aroma.

Blinking, you felt your muscles ached as you attempted to move once to sit up and register your surroundings more properly only to halt on your side, as you felt a warm hand tap on your shoulder from behind, prompting you to glance over your shoulder.

"The Physician had already instructed me to prevent any tenuous labor on your part. Don't move a muscle. Lie back down."

Lynette's familiar calm and quiet voice rang to your ears, tints of pink came to your cheeks briefly as her other hand went up as well, carefully positioned onto your shoulder to turn you onto your back and return to a laying down position.

"You've lost...huge amounts of blood. Father had already told me to inform you, that you're free from any duties for a while until you can recover. Do you hear that? You're fortunately spared from chores too. So, relish in nothing but your own rest. Don't stubbornly get up."

She dryly says, perfectly masking her inner feelings of relief and slight anxiety in remembrance of the scene that she has stumbled on, of you. After tucking you back in, your eyes followed her movements, as she rounded the bed, and reached your bedside. You watched as she grasped one small cup, and used her other hand to lift the teapot's handle and carefully poured down tea inside it. As she does so, a calming scent emanates from it, filling your nostrils, causing you to heave and sigh in relief.

You sank back down onto the mattress, facing up the ceiling just seconds after, until Lynette sits on the stool situated by your side. You two stayed put in mutual silence, your heart beating slowly, taking glances here and there at Lynette's face that remained still and ahead as she stayed by your side. Guilt gnawed at your heart at the thought of having made Lynette worry greatly.

After a few more minutes of silence, you expressed your worries and apologies to Lynette, which was received with silence for a half a minute, giving you worry that she might view you of great recklessness instead of the usual capable, only to see a sigh out of her. She hadn't even touched her tea on the bedside table, making you even additionally wonder too, if she were even intending to drink it, for it may grow cold.

ꨄ︎ "(𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞), 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭, 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐈'𝐦... 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧... 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚? 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭

❥︎ Oh, his dear heart. Freminet had normally kept his thoughts to himself, even though in most cases, whatever he felt, could be clearly read on his face. And today, is a prime example of that. Though, as an extra, it's within his present demeanor that one can already easily tell what he's feeling.

❥︎ Freminet had been fidgeting in the same seat for almost an hour already, face tilted down, gaze locked down on Pers that sat on his lap, unmoving. The mechanical penguin is normally enough as a substitute for your warm comfort, yet, in your prolonged absence, Freminet could feel no warmth instead from his beloved creation but instead of anxiety. You should've been back already, at this hour. He started fearing that things may have gone wrong on your end, though of course, he wishes not to manifest that ever happening.

❥︎ Sweat was already forming on his forehead even in the cool atmosphere of the house, when he receives orders from Arlecchino to set out with the others to retrieve you and perhaps accomplish the mission too on your behalf. In no time, he swings his legs off his seat, steadies himself with breathings, and takes his claymore with him as he sets out with the others.

❥︎ Freminet was terribly stricken with anxiety, and albeit consoled by Lyney and Lynette that you'll turn out fine and will be discovered in a safe state, he can't stop the foreboding feeling in his heart. When the guards had stormed their way to meet the rescue group, and seeing how ferocious they moved, Freminet gulped, his hands shaky as he started imagining about the hunting you might've gone through. No, you can't fall that easily. You're strong. And he believes in that.

❥︎ Freminet soon finds himself down another hallway, careful and wary in his steps, as he calms his beating heart to be on the lookout for any possible ambush attack up until his heart nearly stopped at the sight of the trails of blood on the ground. He gulped, his hands shaky only for him to curl them into fists at his sides to gain some semblance of himself.

❥︎ Slowly, and with cautiousness, ready to whip out his weaponry any moment now, Freminet followed the trail of blood on the floor, up until he reached a dead-end with the stacked boxes on the side. Freminet steadied himself, and stepped closer towards the back of the boxes, and he froze in his tracks.

❥︎ His breathing hitched, his heart felt as if it had stopped almost completely, fear gnawed at his eyes, and tears unwillingly welled up in his eyes as he ran to your side, almost falling to his knees when he scrambled to your side. Desperate to feel a pulse out of you, and while he did try to compose himself better, Freminet held it in, still anxious, as he then helps you up to your feet, your other arm draped over his shoulders as he lifted you and assisted you into walking to safety, as sweat trickled down his chin.

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A ray of sunlight seeped through the curtains, the indication of another day, but of a new one for you as you had awoken from the depths of your slumber. Your eyelashes fluttered open, consciousness seeped into your being, as your muscles tensed as you greeted the rays of sunshine that bid you a good morning. You grunted softly on your bed, breathed a sigh as you slowly registered where you are and of your present body condition.

Slowly, your face contorting into that of a wince, you sat up, turned towards the side, right where the door remained closed. You rubbed your eyes, and at the same moment, it had swung open, revealing Freminet, head hung low while clutching Pers in the other arm. He looked rather down, in low spirits, not until he had raised his head to look at you after he had closed the door did his eyes widen in shock.

"(name)... you're awake...!"

He stuttered, as he rushed to your bedside, gently sat Pers down on the stool near it, before tending to you. "Please... don't move around much. You're still recovering." Freminet continues, his voice low and gentle as much as possible, as he shakily reaches his hands out to steady you and gently guides you back down for a continued rest. The distress that once etched all over his face for some time now, slowly dissipated at the sight of you up and well.

"Freminet..."

You murmured his name softly, as he turned to tuck you in with the blanket. He paused at the mention of his name. You can tell he's feeling nervous at the moment. You smiled gently at him, as a form of assurance, and appreciation for his caring gesture.

"I'm...sorry. I broke my promise of returning to your side unscathed."

You apologized softly, as he glanced his face away, lips turned into a thin line and his eyes slowly closed.

"(Name)... No. You shouldn't apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. You're... strong enough to have survived that long until help came..."

He reaffirms with you, before slowly looking back at you, already tearing up, as if all the feelings he's held back for some time already, as he awaited for you to wake up, came springing out. In response, you reached your arms out and took him for a gentle embrace to soothe his heart.

"(name)... I'm sorry. I was the one who found you... I... I... I fell to my knees at your side. I found the thought of losing you so...stifling and suffocating. You're the only person, apart from Pers... Apart from anyone else in this house that I ever found myself comfortable to be with. I feel the most comfortable around you."

He whispered, pulling back slightly, wiping at his tears with his own sleeves, and at seeing your unwavering smile, all thoughts of self-doubt vanished from his mind. He mirrored your smile, slowly albeit with struggling effort.

ꨄ︎ "𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭... 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟...𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤... 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬... 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭...𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞. (𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞), 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞... 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭...𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧."

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨

❥︎ Being the observant one she is, Arlecchino had taken note of every minute that flies by, beyond the expected timeframe that she had given for your mission. Even with her outward blank look, worry crept inside her heart. It was a different kind of worry that she feels for you, her partner, than what she feels for her children. Though, by essence, she feels concern all the same whenever a treasured one fails to return to her side sooner than she had hoped.

❥︎ Arlecchino had trust in your abilities. After all, you two had grown up together, back during the times of the former Fatui Harbinger that had led the House of the Hearth. You were an orphan, just like Arlecchino herself. You, Clervie and Her... Were the inseparable trio, back then during those days. Up until discord tore the House apart due to her predecessor's cruelty, to which Arlecchino had ended with her own hands. You were among the fortunate few that have survived. Rather than straying down upon another path, you had chosen to stay by her side. Arlecchino trusts you more than most then, and admittedly, it'll be akin to pricking her hard with the sharpest of thorns should you wound up in the same fate. You swore to stay by her side. And she'll make sure that you keep it.

❥︎ Click. Arlecchino halts to a complete stop, her arms crossed after she had enough recounting of the turns she had made, prancing around in the room, awaiting for your return with great patience. Confident she may have been with your abilities, Arlecchino relented to the ticking clock, chose not to bet her time away on your safety, even with how capable she may think you are, came out with the order of making some of her children assist her in retrieving you. This time, she had chosen to appear in person so that she may personally confirm your status. You're dear to her, after all.

❥︎ Not another minute was wasted in, her cold exterior unwavering, as Arlecchino easily cleared her way out. Arlecchino had instantly figured that you'd run into trouble when she had arrived and found the guards prancing high and low, prattling with their blades and armories over a little Fatui rat that had squirmed its way in, and had yet to be found within the base.

❥︎ The enemy guards barely even took another step towards her direction when Arlecchino had come to approach, when she easily cleared them out of the way, streaks of crimson filling their vision before life gets snuffed out of them in a blink of an eye, bodies landed on the floor— one by one, with quiet thuds, like piles of flicked dominos.

❥︎ Her heels clicked on the flooring, giving a foreboding sense of dread to anyone who might want to reconsider getting anywhere near her. Arlecchino heads down a hallway, tracking where you might've disappeared off to, until she stumbles upon a trail of blood. Guarded, Arlecchino remained stone-faced as ever as she then decided to follow the trail of blood that stretched out corners and pathways until she reached a dead-end, with only a stack of huge boxes situated at the middle was found.

❥︎ Arlecchino can sense a familiar presence just hidden behind the boxes, and with her heels still clicking against the floor, she turned and there— her eyes widened slightly in shock at your current state, it have her brief relapses in memory, unwillingly remembering distant memories that she dared not want to speak of, out loud of the past. You looked like an absolute mess, your hand barely even gripping the bandages perfectly well. Any moment your hand finally gives up, blood will seep out of them.

❥︎ She spared not another moment, scooped you up into her arms, remained quiet on the outside, took the documents with her and carried you off, all the while she silently allowed you to seep into unconsciousness. You still had a pulse in you. You'll live. She'll make sure of that— lest, this entire place will pay more than just their own lives.

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".... You're finally awake."

The moment you stir yourself awake from the confines of sleep, you blink in slow motions, as your senses drift in and out of you. You didn't even get to register in your mind about how your muscles ached terribly, when your eyes immediately landed on the person who sat beside you, looming so tall over your figure that remained laid down on the bed, clad in bandages, tucked to bedrest.

"Arlecchino...?"

You dazedly murmured her name, your fingers twitching, and shakily, your hand moved as if to reach out to confirm if it was truly her, and not an image created by the blinding ceiling lights of the room. Arlecchino receded blankly, reached her clawed hand and clasped it with yours, in a gentle manner before turning her gaze completely back on you once again.

"I had come to your aid, when you were already past the expected timeframe of return. You...were in quite the troublesome state when I found you. It's rather uncharacteristic of you to have been so easily caught. I hope this one is not born out of foolish recklessness, (name).",

She spoke, in her usual deadpan expression, leaning closer all the while you sheepishly looked away. Of course, you can't escape her light scolding for having attained such injuries on you.

".... However, it was not wholly in vain. I had recovered the necessary... Intel off of you, when I discovered you. You've done well. And thus, you earned yourself proper rest. You are not to move another muscle, while still in recovery."

Arlecchino chided you but this time with a slightly softened look on her face, exclusive only to you, as you glanced back and gave her an assuring smile. It's the least you could do to at least assure her that you'll be mindful of your tracks on your next mission. Not now, probably later than sooner. Arlecchino is meticulous when it comes to your own well-being, just as she is, with any sickly child that comes by her doors. Though, she won't nurse you like a child, but in a manner befitting that of a partner.

Rather than move off of her seat, Arlecchino stayed put, quiet afterwards as she stared off into nothingness, you observed. She kept holding your hand, even tracing her fingers in gentle ministrations over it, without saying a thing until you spoke to her, asking if there's something on her mind or if she wished to tell you more. Arlecchino remained quiet, until just seconds later, her gaze drifts back down on you, locks eyes with you and her expression completely softens in a rare instance.

ꨄ︎ "𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒇...𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝒀𝒆𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅... 𝑰 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍... 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑨 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓? 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆... 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅."

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✿︎☾︎ "𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬" {𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫} | 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ❣︎

❦︎sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs: 𝐀 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬.

❥︎ not proof-read; gender-neutral reader (apologies in advance for any pronoun errors! Done this while eepy late into the night lol); fluff; late birthday special for our beloved fae; established relationship; short fic; please enjoy my offering once again, flins nation! ❤︎

Tender. Sweet. Mysterious with a spoonful of sincerity.

That is how you'd describe your beloved in a few words. Flins. The man you've adored for so much in your life— the same man who charmed his way into your heart, claimed of physical coldness akin to the cold reflection of moonlight, and yet his gloveless hands alone showed how the warmth that still burned within the depths of his empty yellow eyes extended to his hands, and onwards to the tips of his fingertips. Contrary to how others or he might describe himself, his embrace is as warm as the embrace of a cozy hearth.

He was a man of many mysteries, that you loved all the same as part of the uniqueness to his character. Your feelings remained unmoved, even when he had revealed that he was no normal mortal but that of a Fae. Creatures usually thought to have existed now only in fables and myths, for seeing one is of great rarity. It is of your fortune to have found one in the place of your beloved. Flins is one lovely Fae, unlike how they are mostly depicted as, in stories. You could go on and on, to anyone, about how you dearly loved this man so much that the listener's ears could bleed from so much love.

Like you are, however, he is just as smitten with you as you are with him.

And now, here you currently stand, right in front of the personal calendar that you kept right at home. Your calendar was flipped over to the tenth month of the year— October. Your eyes drifted off the first day and onto the last, the 31st, which was encircled largely with your pen, when you remember being told by your beloved regarding the date of his birth ever since you both started dating.

For a few hours on end already, you have pondered on what present to give him. Flins had it all. From antiques to valued gemstones, he could easily collect one on a whim, and you won't even know unless he would happily present a newly acquired artifact of his, at his leisure to you. He is a man who'd essentially accept any form of gift, given his kind nature, and appreciate the thought behind it more than the gift itself.

You wanted to impress him. Truly. Surely, his colleagues would give him fanciful gifts too, and alongside his few other friends. As his lover, you thought about standing out. Sure, you could simply present yourself in ribbons and wraps and call yourself the present and he's sure to smile and actually relish in you. That, he would. He appreciates anything that comes his way, including you. But, for once, you wanted to see a genuine pleasant surprise on his face.

Then, that's when a thought occurred to you. Surely, he won't mind accepting some special jewelry, does he? Well, he is rather fond of gemstones and alike. But you hope he could keep something he can keep on his person.

You marched off to the jewelry store in Nasha Town, browsed through collections, keeping note of what Flins had taught you about eyeing works with the finest of details and handicraft. There's a large variety of selection, ranging from pendants to necklaces, and brooches alike. Your eyes darted from piece to piece, blinking as you focused to ensure that you'd pick the right one. You're careful not to get him something that he already has in possession.

You kept looking around, slightly frustrated with your growing indecisiveness as the minutes ticked by, until you halted in place as your eyes spotted a gleaming ring, laid upon a violet cushion, like a crown placed within its comfortable compartment. You observed it a little closer in its casing.

It was a fine thin circular shaped ring, with intricate designs of lines of purple, gold and white. There lay a large circular light purple colored gemstone, looking polished just like the day it had been crafted. It looked slightly like a ring befitting a maiden more, but the schemes and the design, as you could imagine in your mind, could suit Flins. The color motif goes well with his style and clothes.

The longer you stared at it, one of the staff, a kind elderly woman approached, having seen the glint in your eyes as you looked at it. Though, when she first came to you while you were still observing the ring, her words caught you off-guard.

"My, young one, fine taste that you have for an aged yet finely preserved ring as that one. Are you, too, planning on asking for the hand of your partner?"

At her question, your heart nearly leaped out of your chest, blood rushed to your cheeks and you shaked your head side to side, flustered.

"N-no, I'm not.... I-I am just here in search of a proper gift for my partner. It's his birthday, you see. I just thought that this one fits him a lot..."

You retorted bashfully, to which the older woman man hummed at in amusement of your rather gleeful expression at the mention of a beloved.

"Ah, a fine young lad he must be, I reckon? And for a birthday present? Fufu, he must be one lucky man."

The elderly woman mused, and you sheepishly smiled in return, not thinking much of her words. You haven't noticed anything off with the ring. All you know is that it makes for a perfect unique gift for Flins, to which you're sure he's never had in his possession just yet. It looked highly valuable too, you can tell by its gleam too. No bad energy or anything of the sort.

All antiques are just the same. They are prized, regardless of the age and story behind it. It survived wear and tear over the course of many years, and still had beauty to spare for its next owner who may treasure it the same way the first one did. You ended up taking the ring with you, paid quite the sum, but worth it just to bring a smile on Flins' face.

For most of the time, he's the one gifting you with things, even with small trinkets that remind him of you off the roadside or little things he thought you'd be fascinated with, just as he is. This time, you'll be the one who'll do so, this time. Flins is priceless himself. It wouldn't hurt to at least return the favor, yes?

You waited patiently for your beloved's return, seated on his couch outside, facing the view of the twinkling stars right above the skies. At town, it must've already been bustling with children knocking door by door for trick or treats. You felt the soft gush of wind sweep past you, feeling chills run down your spine, not due to the ghostly neighbors of Flins around you, but of the cold night air.

You shivered and hugged yourself for warmth, until, you felt the brush of cloth and of a familiar warmth graze over you. Before you knew it, you were covered in a coat as a makeshift blanket and turned to face the source, whose lips pecked the back of your hand as a greeting.

"I hope I did not make you wait for too long, my love."

You locked eyes with the yellow ones who towered before you, bent down slightly before straightening up, still holding your hand. Blush rushed across your cheeks, as Flins gave you quite the heartwarming entrance once again. You commented once on about how he surprises you with such gestures, and Flins made a habit of lovingly surprising you since then.

You stood up, never withdrawing your hand from his, facing him properly with an affectionate smile of your own. It's time to set the plan in motion.

"I could wait for you all day, birthday boy," you whispered in a soft manner, squeezing his hand in return of his own affections. "So... Trick or Treat?" You asked, making Flins raise an eyebrow and smile in amusement at your question.

"My, it would appear that my beloved is feeling rather youthfully playful tonight... And on a special occasion of all days. But very well, I shall indulge you." Flins replies, brushing your locks with his fingers that traced along your hair, and tucked some behind your ear as his gaze remained glued to yours. "It is my birthday, so why not a treat?."

Your lips curve upwards, filled with renewed mirth, as you then clutch his hand tight with your left hand. "Alright. But on one condition— close your eyes! No peeking!"

Flins blinked, still smiling before he nodded his head, and closed his eyes. You looked rather cheerful today, he mentally notes. You've planned for something, most definitely. He wondered what it could be.

Then, that's when you snuck your right hand into your pockets, pull the small box out from it in a discreet manner. Carefully, you opened his gloved hand, extending it wholly before placing the small box in it and then making him close it again, this time within the confines of his hand.

"Good. You can open your eyes now, Flins." You spoke softly, taking a step back. As instructed, Flins' eyes fluttered open and he tilted his head down, blinking at the sight of the small box, before an expression of curiosity was plastered all over his face. Flins lifted his hand that held the box, and using his free hand, he lifted the lid open, only for his expression to momentarily falter the moment he saw the ring inside it.

You watched, a bit fidgety now, as Flins stared down at the ring, surprise clearly written all over his face until you saw blush slowly form on his cheeks and a sweet smile forms over his lips. "Dearest... You surely gave me quite the surprise." He remarks, now raising his head to look up at you, taking a step closer, still holding the box. After doing so, he moves his right hand and carefully takes the ring out of its cushion, and lifts it up for a closer inspection, marveling at the glint and splendor that the ring emanated. A positive reaction, you thought.

"Hm... A fine choice, my love. You have a keen eye for beauty. You have my thanks." He says, his eyes darting back over to you, as he lowered the ring in his hand to rest against his chest all the while his left hand moved and placed the small box on the nearby table. You mentally marveled at your victory, only for it to dissipate as quickly as it came, at his next words.

"Dearest, I sure do hope you know the meaning behind such a ring for you to be so bold into gifting me one."

And as if time had slowed down, with a gush of wind fanning towards you and him, his coat that was on you fluttered gently alongside the wind and you felt your chills be subdued by his warmth when he had gone to kneel down on one knee, took one of your hands and slips the ring onto one of your fingers instead, and leans down, his breath tickling your skin as he gives your hand a kiss— a scene straight out of a romance fantasy novel, one that you have read.

"... There. It suits you, my dear. A gemstone gleams stronger when it is paired with an equally valuable treasure. You are priceless in my eyes, and thus, any treasure that glints with splendor, suits your radiance."

He says further, as blush creeps up your cheeks as you finally register the scene that played out in front of you. "H-Hey, i-it's a gift for you, Flins! I took it with the thought of seeing you wearing it!" You retorted in a pout, to which he lifted his head up just to stare back at you, amusement written all over his face.

"Ah, for me to wear you say? Well, my dear, I certainly do not mind being proposed to, instead. Even though I most would prefer to be the one kneeling for a proposal in request for your hand."

He replies, slowly standing up to his feet as you ponder over his response, still in shock as Flins leans forward, smile still present over his lips, just inches away from your lips.

"Do you realize it now, my love? This ring... It was designed for a prenuptial proposal. For a moment earlier, I had almost thought that you were to play a trick on me instead. Seeing you look so obliviously innocent with that expectant look on your face... Don't mind if I take you as my actual gift with this ring on you instead."

Flins says, and you pause, recalling the elderly woman's words. It makes sense now. You thought she was only joking with you but now, you realize that she's actually hinting at what the ring is. You simply took it, considering it as beautifully fit for Flins and here you are now, the one being surprised and embarrassed instead. He chuckled at the sight of you attempting to hide your face with the collar of his coat instead. He lifted a gloved hand and slid it beneath your chin, gently turning you back towards him.

"Fret not, dearest. This won't be an actual proposal between us both, if it comforts your heart. Though, perhaps... I should start considering making it real with another ring of my own to give you."

Flins spoke in his soft manner, gentlemanly as ever even though it only set off more sparks inside your heart. He takes your ringed hand up once more into his own, leans back and places it over his cheek to nuzzle against your palm as a form of affection. Your innocent gift-giving certainly is a trick that pleased him beyond just words of gratitude. It made him envision marriage with the one he loves the most— you.

"Perhaps... By my next birthday, I'd wish that I would already have the privilege to call you as my spouse, by the time it comes around again."

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☀︎︎☾︎ "𝖠𝗇 𝖤𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾" (𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs: 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝.

ꨄ︎ not proof-read; fluff; domestic dynamic; second fic; may contain errors and possible ooc (if it happens to be so); established relationship; gender-neutral reader; here's some dessert/fluff after my short angst fic (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

❥︎ Having been raised into an aristocratic upbringing, Flins is more than well-versed in the art of linguistics and had vast knowledge amongst many things. He possesses good etiquette, mannerisms befitting of a gentleman and the airs of a man walking the fine line of being a gentle and enigmatic man, both at the same time. He always knew every whims in expressing his thoughts to others, may it be in speaking of stories or simply to relish in small conversations or two, formal or informal, with other people.

It had been the main thing that had captured your heart in the first place. The way he so soothingly spoke, regardless of the words that have slipped past his lips, felt naturally comforting and if not, pinched gently at your heart. You could easily find yourself slipping into good dreams whenever he would tell you a story or two, at your kind request. Flins is always more than happy to accommodate a good acquaintance, after all.

You have always been most content in simple expressions or even things. You relished in comfortable silence, which is, perhaps what became another factor in drawing you closer to Flins. You least expected it too, when he reciprocated your feelings of attraction, when a confession was made by you. You had handed him a letter, written from hours of great labor and crumpled papers with your attempts to construct a good letter that could express how you felt about him in what you'd deem as eloquently phrased, like how Flins would do so too.

You do read literature and could comprehend writings but when it came to your own writing, you were at a loss. Still, you wanted to impress Flins with great expression and vocabulary.

If anything, when he had come to give you his response— his words had been simple too yet it still rang so beautifully in your ears with how he'd phrase and compose himself. You had been having the time of your life with the enigmatic ratnik, ever since then. He made for a good lover to you, his beloved.

Within the relationship, however, the urge to impress Flins just to match his eloquence in making your heart race miles with reddened cheeks, remained. He would spoil you with gifts and affections. You wanted to look equally as fitting for him too. You wanted to match his good lines rather than relying on same old cheesey pick-up lines all the time just to get a smile out of him.

You wound up using your man as some sort of inspiration, a muse even, just for you to kindle some spark into writing pieces for your beloved. Maybe even use it as a medium to practice your vocabulary and express yourself verbally better to him one day soon, just like how he does it.

"𝖣𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾?," his voice rang out like a gentle bell, prompted you to look up from the pages of the opened book in your hands. His heels tapped onto the flooring of the room, creating small creaks as he approached the couch upon where you sat. It was one of these days that he had come home earlier than usual.

Straightening up, you took the bookmark off that you put down on the table from the side of the couch you were currently sitting on, slips it inside and between the pages before shutting the book close with a soft thud. Gently, you placed the book onto the same table before turning towards Flins who already is peering down at you with an amused glint in his eyes. He may be a Fae, he had told you so, but he is no whimsical nor any mischievous like the ones you'd read off stories about his kind.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒," you commented in response, whereas Flins leaned down to reach your seated height, and your heart almost leaps out from your chest, the moment he reached one of his gloved hands, took your right hand and planted a small peck upon it. His smile became more visible, as he watched the blood rush to your cheeks before withdrawing and turning away to grab himself a chair and sit next to you.

"𝖶𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾?," Kyryll replies, the same moment he had taken a chair off from the other side to the wall by the windows, moved it near the small couch that you were sitting on before sitting on it, keeping his hands still on his lap before gazing back at you.

"o-of course, I like seeing you get home early and safely..." you bashfully retorted, earning a small amused chuckle out of your lover who then gently reached out to caress at your loose locks of hair and nuzzle it in careful strides with the lithe ministrations of his fingers. Flins hummed to himself for a moment or two, before speaking once more.

"𝖠 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀." he spoke, pausing to lock his eyes with yours with the same physically weary yet gentle expression on his face. "𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍."

His words had rendered you speechless for a split second, blinking before then registering that his face had already gone closer to yours.

"... 𝖧𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍?" He says, and you recoil bashfully. Kyryll's gaze remained unwavering, however. "𝖳𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖨 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈."

After hearing him finish his speech, a sigh escapes past your lips, and you end up admitting that his observation had been true. "𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅... 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍... 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽... 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖪𝗒𝗋𝗒𝗅𝗅. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾."

It felt a bit embarrassing to admit it to him, but Flins kindly listened all the same, but with the amused glint never dissipating from his eyes. At your admission, he raised his other gloved hand, and clasped both of your hands safely into both of his own, leaned closer to your face, pressed his forehead against yours, and with his lips curved up to a smile that brought palpitations to your heart at his affectionate gestures.

"𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽s," he paused, whispering lovingly, audible only for your ears. "𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖨𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾."

Your heart skipped a beat, the tips of your ears already tinted pink, when one of his hands drifts up to your chin, caressed at it gently while still locking eyes with yours. "𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅." He added, and then afterwards—

It was only seconds later when you registered the soft brush of his lips on yours.

It certainly is more than enough to calm your soul, yet sped up their beating heart even further but not enough for an overdrive to induce a heart attack. When he pulls away, a smile still lingers on his lips.

"... 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖨'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 through your writing."

And you'd happily deliver on his wishes, with neither the influence of a Fae nor out of his sweet eloquence, but of your devotion to your beloved.

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[xincerely-yours]

Hi Xin! Thank you for writing FGO content! For the sake of FGO content in Tumblr (what) can i request Kondo-san, Harada, Heisuke, and Oberon with first time! master! Reader? You can take the timeline before Chaldea or after Chaldea.

Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

✿︎☾︎ "𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫" (𝐾𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝐼𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑖, 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑒, 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝐻𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑒 & 𝑂𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒! 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟) | 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 |

❦︎sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩? 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞— 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞?

₊˚⊹ ᰔ -pairing: 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞, 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞, 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

❥︎ not proof-read (courting death through writing in tumblr drafts as usual, heh.); possible errors and ooc; fluff; gender-neutral reader; reader is a master; set before chaldea's timeline ig?; apologies in case some details/info look off, my memory of some of the lore has become fuzzy wkwkkw; master and servant relationship; fluff-ity floof! and maybe some slight angst in some parts; kondo is in his third ascension (OG pure Kondo); implications of holy grail wars ig; Oberon written only in his 1st-2nd ascension form w/o Vortigern as it's not specified to include that part of his personality/ascension www; written in the dead of night as if I still haven't returned from dabbling in on Amphoreus content, tears stricken ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠•̥⁠`⁠ʔ (cut me some slack as usual, dearies (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)); I see Heisuke=Neuron Activation; belated Kondo day~! (Nov 9).

ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs: omg hiii! Tysm for the request! I apologize for taking some time to do it, as since I was trying to catch up with HSR content (sobbing about it) (still a long way to go (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)) Anyways, I'm beri beri happy to receive more FGO/Shinsengumi requests in my inbox! 🫶 The numbers are growing 🥹 (I already got quite the queue!) tysm for the support and ofc, cheers to letting FGO fanfics grow here again~! (Goshh my notifs exploded (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*) Teehee.) Also... I initially am not sure about how to do the request but I sure do hope this still sufficed >.< I hope you still like it, though!

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢

❥︎ Kondo Isami has lived an eventful life, yet passed with regrets. At his final moments, with immense remorse for all the mistakes and failures that he had kept so deeply in his heart, Kondo Isami normally would refuse even a normal summoning yet his spiritual heart that lingered in the throne of heroes continues to ache. He thought that he deserved no recognition, acknowledgement even from his past comrades neither honor at all. No. Nothing.

❥︎ And yet in a twist of fate, he finds himself standing in a complete form, and right in front of a bewildered person. He was meant to reject even the idea alone of manifesting as a servant, and is less likely to be disturbed from his slumber that he thought he could be content with— even in the embrace of darkness. But, why me? Is the question he mentally would ask himself at first. Kondo Isami wasn't meant to be summoned as a servant. That's the idea he tried to keep telling himself in the throne of heroes.

❥︎ But that twinkle in your eyes and the look of pure curiosity clouded away even halves of his doubts, self-loathe and pain from his past life. Just as how he's been given form, even if out of nowhere and shouldn't have happened— your eager look breathed life, even just a small piece, for his spiritual heart to beat even in slow motions again. Little did he know, this will be one experience that will completely make his heart whole again.

❥︎ When he finds that you're a first-timer or had little actual knowledge in maintaining neither keeping a servant, that only strengthened his will to actually be dutifully at your side. As unpleasant as he may find being summoned is till now, Kondo can't deny that he has a responsibility to look after you and ensure your well-being as your servant. There must at least be a meaning behind his summoning, right?

❥︎ Contrary to the norms of Masters, you're... Well, less experienced in comparison to what most servants would expect. He's not in any place to complain however, as Kondo never set any expectations in the first place given how unexpected his summoning is, yet he relented into accepting. He doesn't mind whether you're mediocre at best or still have a lot to learn in being a good master. Lean on him, then. Perhaps this stay would indeed be worthwhile for him.

❥︎ Kondo treated you with the utmost of respect, referred to your as his lord, and did declare that as long as his form remains— then he'll be by your side. Not like he had any other choice but to learn about you and the world he's been brought to, anyways.

❥︎ Given how he's summoned in a timeline far from the era he grew up in, Kondo possessed great curiosity in how humanity had advanced. If you wish to bond with him, this is the way to go! Tell him stories, teach him about new technology or even about those "moving pictures" aka movies that he's caught you watching, late at night. The more you spoke to him, even in just the mundane of questions, or things— the more Kondo thought about how you're more of a normal person than a magus. You're human.

❥︎ In return? Kondo doesn't have much to teach you as a servant in the magecraft department, but he could certainly do what he can! Kondo considerably preaches to you about life values, believing it'll help you best in the long run. If you don't mind it either, since this era rarely ever used blades anymore as well (and since you're only likely to borrow his own once he allows it), Kondo will teach you a thing or two about martial arts. It helps to stay prepared so that you're capable of defending yourself too.

❥︎ Kondo will guide you as a teacher and still respectively as if he were your retainer, and an advisor of yours. When you do show progress, he'd be most proud of you, with that smile on his face. It's been awhile since he had ever thought about teaching someone, after all, let alone his own master.

❥︎ If you ever do possess books, especially classic literature— or even better, Chinese Literature, you can bet he'd be interested in getting a look at them. Kondo can absorb knowledge incredibly well like a sponge, and you'd notice it, if he started to talk to you comfortably about what he's been reading and what his thoughts are on it. Bonus points if you're into the Romance of the Three Kingdoms too, hehe. You can bet, as much as he'd try to stay composed, Kondo would be so enthusiastic to chat with a fellow fan. Should you show any interest with swords however, he'd gladly indulge you too, if you're willing to learn about them.

❥︎ As for disguises, especially with how his coat could easily give his identity as part of the Shinsengumi away... Well, you did manage to convince him about wearing casual clothes that you did of course provide considerably for him! (He's thankful, and you do catch him marveling at them with that curious look on his face. It's a far cry from the traditional garb he's worn back in his era, after all.) Whatever Kondo wears, he'll always manage to look so effortlessly handsome.

❥︎ Slowly but surely, Kondo feels more of a living person again in an era of peace rather than be a former Commander of the Shinsengumi. You showed him so much of the new world that most people of the past could only dream of living within. Kondo becomes less stiff, less serious and more open-hearted with you. Perhaps, even from time to time, he'd get wistful about his youth and would relate it to yours. He's never felt this happy before— not when he, Hijikata and Okita were still altogether in their own little world of dojo swordfighting... Right before the Shinsengumi was formed. You were his Master/Lord. But now, you were also his own friend in a way. Rather than simply live by your side as a servant, Kondo starts to feel actually alive— thanks to you. He learns a lot from you too.

❥︎ In battles, Kondo will ensure that your well-being remains top priority. Even just a small cut or scratch would cause him great worry on you. He won't let even a blade, bullet or anything else of the sort that may cause you harm ever get to you. Even if it may ultimately cost him his life, and cut the developing blissful life he's having with you— no matter how surprising it may be to admit.

❥︎ Kondo will willingly sacrifice himself for you, yes, but as it goes on— Deep inside his heart, the desire to live to continue staying by your side, gnawed at him. You've been his first master, after all. And a good one at that. He'd want for you to live, but at the same time, could barely deny that he wanted to be with you longer. He felt alive with you.

❥︎ If you are at least capable in the magecraft department but lacked experience, Kondo will appreciate the headstart but will remain devoted in being an assistant to your cause. It'll even create a good combination of him creating direct attacks whereas you could cast magecraft in tandem with his attacks!

❥︎ Slowly, maybe on an idle day, Kondo may find himself just sitting or standing somewhere while staring up at the skies. It's been awhile since he had been summoned by you. Kondo reflected over the time he has spent with you. Even if it may end up just within a small passage of time in living with you, as since all things do come to an end, Kondo finds himself reminiscing in a good way. He could've just been content in following you as a dutiful servant. And yet, you treated him well.

❥︎ Too well. To the point he sometimes would forget about the fact that he's just your servant, and a ghost of a bygone era. He found no trouble in your initial inexperience, and yet you bloom, and he felt his protection being all the more worth it. Ah. That must be it, then. The reason why he's been brought to your side, maybe.

❥︎ Kondo had passed in life, rejecting the notion of 'Sincerity', of the foundation that which formed the Shinsengumi in the first place. But it's in you, his Master, whom he formed a connection with did he find his crumbling meaning of 'Sincerity' being refined anew. You were sincere in the way you treated him. You stood strong by his side. Perhaps... Deep inside his heart, even a small fragment of his heart still yearned to grasp onto his 'sincerity'. To believe that he still deserved the honor of keeping his oath, even beyond the grave, and even for a new cause. To accept the life he has lived, even though it ended so tragically with losses.

❥︎ With you calling in the distance, Kondo looks back, smiles and with slow steps, he makes his way to you. Time had flown so quickly. You've learned a lot. You grew, and especially with his patience. If only time could be slower... So that he may stay longer with you. If you could even allow it, Kondo would happily stay by your side, as long as you'll have him and without any other force dictating his time. He has opened his heart into acceptance again. A chapter of his life that had brought back meaning, made him wish it would just never conclude.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

❥︎ The Lancer who courts Death. Such is the life that the notable spearmaster and rearguard of the Shinsengumi had lived. His entire life, his purpose had only been for one thing— to die for good. When death finally knocked on his door, he gazed not with fear but with fondness as if he were looking at blue-colored skies. Harada had lived through turbulent times, and with such a hard life after he left the Shinsengumi. A decision he did live to regret, but accepted the label of being a traitor to the cause— and to his comrades whom he had seen as his own friends too.

❥︎ When he first opened his eyes and sees you, his Master, with that curious look on your face— Harada was intrigued. It's not everyday he'd easily respond to a summon, after all. And moreso to a Master whom he already easily can tell is inexperienced with handling one. Not that he's protesting, though when he confirmed that, Harada mentally considered if he had affected you with bad luck or you— of him, for summoning someone as he. But then again, you're not going to be able to get rid of him easily. He'd just see how long you can last with him. Will you be overpowered? Or will he be surprised that you have such an undying will to survive and grow as a Master? Only time will tell.

❥︎ Harada is a serious servant, though is largely distant to you in the first chances of staying with you, off-battle. Best not to get attached— not like you'd get attached to him, anyways, he considered. Whenever you'd call him or look for him, Harada would simply assume that you need something and is always about to turn on his heel, before insisting that he's content simply being used like the servant he is, and does tell you that you should just keep things that way with him.

❥︎ But of course, when Harada does notice your efforts to bond with him— he may relent, but it'll come little by little. He did consider that it might boost team rapport better, between the two of you. You've won him over, but of course, you must handle his attention with care! But if you did directly talk some sense into him about interactions and bonds, Harada might as well hear you out on it too. He does appreciates good convincing and reasoning, after all.

❥︎ Unlike Kondo, Harada is already upfront about not being a good teacher. He isn't ever confident being one, and considered his movements to be just a tap closer to death all the time given how difficult it is to handle a spear, or generally commit to martial arts as an instructor.

❥︎ Harada may claim to be lacking in the etiquette/manners department, or views himself as good-for-nothing-but-for-death, but should you ever find yourself hopeless or lost in your duties to be a Master, Harada knows how to spark you back to your senses. Harada knows full well how bad the human mind will turn out to be, if it started yearning for death. He doesn't want you to turn that way— and as much as possible, he'd talk to you, maybe even gentler, just so that you'd feel encouraged to keep trying your best as a first time Master. Between the two of you, as long as he draws breath— he's the only one dying for your cause. You have a long life ahead of you and so much more to learn, as a Master, after all.

❥︎ Harada, the more you grow closer to him, the more he'd start looking after you. He's turning more "charitable" compared to before. He started having a heart when it comes to doing things for you. Even in just the littlest of things— be it to help you train, run errands or whatsoever, you need only instruct him.

❥︎ During battles, Harada is rather a tough opponent to go against. This man isn't lying one bit about how hard it is for him to simply just die. Thus, even if you may have your concerns about his nonchalance with dancing around death, Harada wants you to rely on him. That he's not falling so easily. He's a rearguard in his life. He can certainly protect you, so be rest assured.

❥︎ Harada is good at scouting or snuffing out information from the enemy. If you ask him to, he'd bring you back intel that he could manage to gather. All for your advantage, and in return for your unwavering faith in someone like him.

❥︎Harada can say much about how you've already surpassed most Masters. You know how to connect with your own. Even with a lack of experience, you're considerate towards your own servants. You know how to establish moral support. That alone made him respect you further, after awhile of knowing you better. Maybe it's with you that he'd think he's still deserving of the desire to live, then?

❥︎ Harada likes you for a Master. You're a good person and he feared them a lot more but you showed him kindness for a servant whose entire life had been fixated only on death. Ironically, you gave him the will to live for you instead. Harada had watched you grow and came to think of how he must continue to become dependable, so that you won't die easily lest it's the kind of death that'll actually make him shed tears in the afterlife.

❥︎ You're never getting rid of him easily, after all. You bonded with him and now that he's grown attached— Death may dance around you, but it'll never stick directly onto you, as long as he's around. Perhaps, if he could be granted a wish, maybe it'll be one where he'll be granted the chance alongside you to live long lives until you both just pass into the passages of time. Harada has found meaning in you. Too good of a thing, but you made him feel deserving of it.

❥︎ An unending story with bliss. Too good to wish for, but something he'd wish to now grasp in his hands.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

❥︎ The star that burned the brightest— yet fell the soonest. That was the life that the Eighth Unit Captain of the Shinsengumi had lived. Heisuke had lived his entire life, lacking most things early into his life. He lacked a complete family, to start with. Yet, that didn't deter him from finding meaning within the blade of which he's been praised for and has left him craving to do more for the land of his birth. Like the stars that shone in the night sky. Though, at his abrupt and unfortunate end, Heisuke had wandered in the afterlife— had he truly burned or brightly or is simply a star that erupted into flames and dust? Maybe he just truly is unfortunate. He died with so many regrets, and with the thought of how unwanted he is. How unnecessary he is— to everything.

❥︎ And yet, when you have summoned him on a whim— Heisuke was surprised to say the least. He's an unconventional servant to own. He passed with his body scattered to pieces, as he says so himself. And yet, here he is— complete with a form. His proper class should have been that of a saber, but for some reason, he was summoned as an Avenger. Could it have been his feelings over his sorrow that strongly caused that manifestation? He could only guess. But it truly is troublesome to be in.

❥︎ The moment he learns that you're an inexperienced Master, well, Heisuke doesn't have much expectations. Harsh it may be, but maybe you've been unfortunate to even summon someone like him. He thought he's definitely not lasting long. But since he's already here, he might as well adhere to your whims and see how long you might actually last with him. Maybe later on, he'd be proven right that death just wants to slap how much of a failure he is, with his life back at him. That even as a servant, all his efforts would be futile and that he's not worthy of even the faintest recognition. That he's to be associated with bad luck.

❥︎ To his surprise, you could actually maintain his form a bit longer than expected. What's more? He thought you're just going to discard him as a pawn and maybe summon a new and better one who's actually of the conventional class once you've known better. But, you didn't. In fact, even, Heisuke found it strange how content you are with him. And instead, the one who'd ask if he's content with you, as a master.

❥︎ Regardless of his answer, when you did show effort into interacting with him, wishing to know him better and bond with him— Well, who is he even to say something about it? Since you're persistent in keeping him around, Heisuke won't deny you of that. It's only up to you whether you'd live to regret or not ever having him as your first servant.

❥︎ If you truly still lacked knowledge to be a proper Master, but showed enthusiasm with living through it... Well, it might prickle into his heart. But he's not one to comment on your lack of inexperience. Heisuke doesn't call himself a suitable teacher either but subconsciously, he might teach you a thing or two about strength training and movements. If you ask, he'd probably decline but should you keep pushing, well don't blame him for it— but he'd teach you about forerunning then, and hone your agility. That's the most he could do for you. But maybe, if you showed enough persistence, Heisuke might finally acknowledge your stubbornness and take kindly to teaching you more about martial arts if you wanted to learn about it.

❥︎ Heisuke did find himself still yearning for an answer behind his summoning, especially in such a class and form. He didn't exactly decline nor accept your summoning. He's just slumbering in darkness, when he is squinted awake by the light. It's worth looking into, since he found himself living longer than expected.

❥︎ The first time he truly had his heart mellow down for you, is when Heisuke finds out that since he told you that his existence is 'more unconventional in comparison to normal servants', you actually took it to heart. And when he's treated by others as such, the more resolve you've been fueled with, into helping Heisuke. You couldn't form it into words, but you found yourself wanting to care for him a lot more than most masters would with their servants. You started researching, and reaching for tomes on about magecraft and magic in general, especially if you're not that familiar with it.

❥︎ You'd make efforts to preserve mana, and even would seek for more possible sources. All just to help him. Heisuke was surprised to say the least, when you truly wanted for him to healthily keep his form with that innocent look on your face, all he could do was turn away, with a tint of pink on the tips of his ears. Well, looks like you trust him a lot. Better not let it go to waste, he considered.

❥︎ Heisuke is used to taking the initiative in battles, moreso if you've been with him longer now, and so, he doesn't mind helping you out with strategizing and all or simply fighting for your sake. He's got his prosthetic limbs to assist, at least too. It was as if you've made him feel much of a shining star again— and for you, he'd even be willing to be a falling meteor. He actually found himself willing to sacrifice himself for you, even in such an unstable form, not because he is a servant that could be easily discarded but because you treated him kindly for a servant.

❥︎ During his time with you, even if may have been filled with hardships, Heisuke found himself looking back. You accepted him, you persisted, you bonded with him... He trusted you slowly, even started to relay some of his past to you and even found himself living the joys of an era that he could only hope to live in. You were human, unlike any other master. Easily exploitable to some, yet, it had been his source of strength.

❥︎ Maybe this is the answer that he's been looking for. He allowed himself to be swallowed by the despair of his death, in the afterlife, so much as that he believed that the skies in his own little world had all fallen into darkness, scattered like dust. But with you... Maybe, it isn't bad to wish and strive to be a star once more. Maybe, even though his life met a premature end to its chapters— he had found himself a good epilogue nonetheless.

❥︎ You always looked ahead too. No matter the situation. But you're more careful in your steps. In a way, you reminded him of himself back during his lifetime. But perhaps, that could be one of the reasons why he started slowly accepting that even the dusts of stars may be used to build a star anew again. You believed in him, no matter what he's been or what he is now. Perhaps, he's actually fortunate to have met you as his Master. You valued him. You looked only at him, and with kindness. You made everything feel so worth it. All that he now did, in return for your grace. He stopped obsessing and drowning himself in sorrow, and mellowed in the warmth of your acceptance.

❥︎ If he could, Heisuke would wish to keep staying by your side. You've bonded with him. Well, he's never leaving your side now. For as long as he breathes. Keep him company until the end. He'll protect you with all his life. Perhaps, next time too... His existence would've been more of the conventional kind.

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✿︎☾︎ 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

❥︎ The Faerie King, is one of, and if not, among the most unconventional of servants to be able to be summoned by a master, let alone one that's barely starting out. Perhaps it may have been the nearby book that made him sprung out of the summoning circle, but alas, wouldn't Shakespeare have been more plausible to be summoned instead of Oberon himself? Oh, well, seeing that curious yet marveling glint in your eyes— who is he to decline? This experience might be worthwhile, perhaps. One second in, he's still in the land of dreams and another, he is already standing, right in front of a Master. A twist of fate. Or maybe, all this could just be a temporal fairytale inside your head.

❥︎ Oberon does wonder aloud how you are able to even summon someone like him, out of nowhere, and with little of any idea. But, since he's already here, he'll be willing to play as your Servant, anyways. Though, he'd most preferably call himself as your willing advisor instead, in that manner, given how you did pronounce yourself as inexperienced. Fret not, the Faerie King knows how to ease away your worries.

❥︎ Oberon is eloquent, and patient. He prides himself in his princely demeanor, and while he does acknowledge you as a Master who managed to summon such as he, he'd still likely keep his guard up at times. Though, of course, he plays his part well. Oberon would look after you, always encouraging that even the slightest of troubles be expressed with him.

❥︎ You lacked knowledge with Magecraft or anything of the sort? Well, he can teach you a thing or two! You're up against a formidable foe? Well, he could snuck them away to a field of dreams. You needed somewhere to stay cooped up in, momentarily? Well... He's a King by name only, but as to not disappoint his dear Master, Oberon can come up with another way in order to ensure that you remain protected by him.

❥︎ Rather than you, Oberon became the one to initiate a form of bonding between the two of you. One reason is that he did figure it could boost morale and connection between the two of you— and the other, of course, is to see if he could figure out the answer of what had brought him to you as a servant, to see if there had been any underlying reason that prompted his wake by your side.

❥︎ Whenever you're feeling stressed out or is struggling with your duties, Oberon is just there, walking or flapping over with a tray of tea. Just sit down for a moment, sip some tea and why not converse about fairytales with him? He'd stay there, for as long as until you can compose yourself. Either way, when you're feeling better, he does urge to also commemorate it with some good tea.

❥︎ During battles, Oberon takes great care into ensuring your safety. He's not one for violence, and wanted to be able to resort to reason first. But if it truly can't be helped, well, just stand back behind him and let him handle it! Should you even get a scratch or two, it'll be tantamount to offending the Faerie King himself too. He'd ensure as much as possible that it does not happen, but of course, should you still sustain any form of injury, Oberon would patch you up himself. Do thank him for his care, he'd most appreciate it~ See? He knows how to take care of an inexperienced master and help you develop!

❥︎ As time flew by, Oberon started to ponder had everything was just a dream— a lie. You, his Master that he can't deny having grown fond of... Could you have just been a lie? No, better yet... Should you have known of what he truly is, would you even still accept all his 'lies' or his 'love'? Oberon can't somehow deny that existing in this reality with you, made him consider his fondness of his Master, someone who blossomed by his side, with his guidance and sugar-coated words, had made him consider if he's ever truly even capable of never spewing hatred at one person. You were innocent. Any other Faerie King could've just exploited you for your innocence already. Yet, admittedly, Oberon became truly fond of you.

❥︎ Would it be selfish of him to wish to keep remaining in this dreamscape that your time have created in the boundaries of reality? Ah, well, perhaps Oberon truly became attached. That matters not. Perhaps it was due to your dreamful state of mind that brought him a physical manifestation to reality. That alone should tie him with you. May it be your dreams or still in reality, the Faerie King will safeguard your thoughts, even if he were to fade away to the whims of fiction and illusions again. His time with you wasn't so bad at all.

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