okokok so you remember how [SPOILER] almost died to ether corruption? hehe imagine promeia watching her SO or someone else close to her go through the same thinggg
(ZZZ) Promeia's S/O suffering from Ether Corruption
This will be Angst to Fluff because I refuse to let my S/O win seeing as their favorite thing to write is pure angst.
IN THE NAME OF THE VANILLA EMPEROR, I CAST YOU DOWN!
Word Count: 1.2K
'Not again' is the loudest thought running through Promeia's head right now. 'Please, don't make me do this.'
The speed of which she catches up to your body tumbling to the floor was nearly superhuman. Eous, who was already next to you, was shocked at her sudden appearance, but quickly resumed trying to assist.
The entrance to the Hollow flickers every few seconds, making you groan in pain. Every breath felt like it was burning you from the inside out. The only thing you can do is clench your fist in pain, not even registering that Promeia had caught you.
In fact, you didn't even know she was there, but you still couldn't help but weakly call out for her-
"P...ro...meia...!" The pain was so great, you didn't know that she had you in a death grip the moment she heard her name.
"Promeia!-" Belle's voice rings out from the Bangboo. "Get (Y/N) to us! We have medicine on standby!"
Without hesitation, she immediately hauls your body away from the Hollow, booking it to Random Play. There wasn't any crystals forming on you, but that was no time to celebrate. In fact, she didn't have a clue how badly the Ether Corruption took hold, and that worried her more than anything.
It felt like a dark pit was forming in her stomach as she focused solely on getting you to safety. Memories of years past flashed in her mind, something that you helped her try to move past. And now, with your face so pale and all the familiar signs of others she's ended, it hurt Promeia more than possible injury she's sustained.
...
Promeia hasn't left your side the entire time while the Phaethon siblings did their best to tend to the immediate visible injuries, while Eous and your own Bangboo treated the Corruption.
No one in the room had the heart, or the courage, to tell Promeia to step away. She could feel your hand gripping onto her hand as hard as it could as you cried in pain.
Promeia's expression was stern, unmoving. If one didn't know her, they would have assumed she looked ready to kill. Of course, Wise and Belle knew better. This was the most worried they had ever seen the Judge.
She could offer no comforting words or any kind of reassurance for you to hear. In fact, she had said nothing the entire time.
Once the siblings did what they could, they helped you rest on Wise's bed, with Promeia being given a chair so she could remain closeby.
"Call for us if anything happens, we'll be right here," Wise calmly told Promeia, but she could tell he was just as nervous as his sister.
"Y-Yeah, we're grabbing some contacts who can help treat the rest of the potential corruption! Don't worry, we'll do everything in our power to help them!" Belle's hand rested above her heart, to which Promeia gave a simple nod to.
"...Thank you," Promeia quietly muttered. To that, the Siblings went back down the stairs and gave her some privacy.
Your breathing was still heavy and labored, as if the act of doing so was a terrible task. Her hand hovered to hold you, before abruptly stopping.
...Her eyes shut and expression darkened. In what originally only appeared in nightmares before, was now playing out in front of her. In fact, this very scene had played out so many times in front of her, and she remembered the bloody result of each and every one.
Was fate mocking her now? To have the very person to teach her to move on, play out a scene from her past in nearly perfect rendition?
Promeia didn't realize that her hand was beginning to hurt with how tightly they were balling up. But it was nothing to the pain that you were currently enduring. Nor, was it even close to the wounds and scars that suddenly burst back open in her heart.
Would she have to kill you too?
Promeia looks back to you, your face grimacing with each breath. Your hands clenching the mattress in an uneven rhythm while sweat rolled down your forehead.
Her gaze on you is so razor focused-
...That she's genuinely surprised when your Bangboo quietly hops over to her, giving her a towel and a glass of water. Reed-R doesn't say anything, it's worried expression being more than enough to convey its thoughts.
Promeia takes a deep and shaky breath before gently grabbing the towel and wiping the sweat off your head. Another nod of thanks is given to Reed-R and she gratefully takes the cup to drink from it.
The water soothes her mind, at least a little. The thought from before still hangs over her like a dark cloud, knowing what your death would mean-
Reed-R's stubby little arm gently pokes her knee, bringing her attention once again to the present.
...No. The last thing you'd want for her, is to succumb to despair and revert to how she was before. That would make all of the time she's spent until now completely in vain.
But thankfully, she would never have to seriously entertain those horrfiic thoughts.
"Promeia...?" You weakly called out for her again, causing both Promeia and Reed-R to turn toward you. "Is...that you...?"
This time, you could see her through the tears and the pain. You weren't sure if what you saw was a dream, but it'd certainly explain the sight. You had never seen Promeia look so visibly worried in the time you've been together.
You attempted to sit up, but the sharp pain shooting through your entire body made you realize that you weren't dreaming. As you grit your teeth, you could feel Promeia's hand grab your back. You could feel her try to adjust her forearm so that her cuff wouldn't make it awkward to lay back down.
That little gesture made you laugh, albeit quietly. Your arm stretched for her, to which she immediately grabbed your hand with both of hers.
"(Y/N)...!" And this was the most concerned you've ever heard Promeia's voice.
If it didn't absolutely hurt like hell, you'd be tempted to accidentally get in danger to hear this side of Promeia. But you didn't need much convicing to not try. And seeing as you're hearing this new side, you knew better than to crack a joke right now.
"I'm...s-sorry to...worry you..."
Promeia shook her head, bringing your hand closer to her chest.
"I'm just relieved you're speaking. How bad are you hurting?" Promeia gives a nod to your Bangboo, who quickly hops away to inform the others.
"Hah...R-Really badly..." You couldn't even pretend to sound tough. "But...I'm breathing, I guess...?"
"You are," Promeia smiled, that alone surprising you more than anything. "I don't think I've been more relieved to hear that than now."
...
Despite your poor state, Promeia still had her...missions to attend. But she took every chance she could to visit and help you and Reed-R out. Something you've been wanting to thank your loved one for, but the chance to do so had yet to come.
It took a few weeks for you to finally reliably move out of bed without your entire body protesting in agony. You shuffled down the hallway at a sloth's pace, with Reed-R jumping in joy.
"Hah, remind me to get you some good batteries, Reeder. You've earned it."
And as you moved to the bathroom, you heard Reed-R move down the stairs for...some reason, you were too focused on trying to get to the mirror. And once you got there-
"...Wow. I look like shit," You sighed out. Your hair was all over the place, but at least color was coming back to your face.
"You look as charming as ever," Promeia retorted, scaring the absolute hell out of you.
Your eyes panned down to her feet, where Reed-R was seemingly laughing at your reaction.
"My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you. Reeder let me in-"
"I-It's fine. I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly, is all," You cleared your throat, attempting to look cool in front of her. Which of course was a stupid thing to do.
Especially when she quickly closed the gap, hugging you close to her all of a sudden. An embrace that took you no time to return, the two of you just hugging each other silently. After a few minutes passed, she quietly spoke up.
"...I was ordered to use my mandatory vacation time for the next two days. I'll stay by your side."
You smiled at the last part. Especially with how much conviction she said it.
S/O bringing Zhu yuan home cooked lunch during her lunch break
(ZZZ) Bringing Lunch to Zhu Yuan
"YuanYuan!~" Your voice echoes throughout the office, catching the attention of every officer present.
Zhu Yuan's pen slips right out of her hand the moment she hears her nickname, face flushing red. Ignoring some of the looks of her fellow officers, she turns to greet you.
"(Y/N)? What is it?" Her attempts to appear professional were being undermined by the fact that the tips of her ears were burning, not that you seemed to mind.
"Qingyi let me know that you were here for lunch, so I brought you this!" You held out a bag that contained a to-go box. "I made something to help get back some energy, make sure to eat it!"
Zhu Yuan's hand trembled for only a second before grabbing the bag and clearing her throat.
"T-Thank you. I'll make sure to." Zhu Yuan could smell how good the food was, making it even harder to remain neutral.
And now she noticed you looked a little dejected with how unenthusiastic she appeared, though that couldn't be far from the truth.
Ignoring the gaze of everyone she leaned down to whisper to your ear.
"Thank you, dear. I'll see you at home."
Your expression beamed at that, and even more so the moment she gave you a quick peck to the cheek. Though it was short, you could feel every ounce of affection behind it. Once you greeted Jane and Seth who were watching from a distance with a smile, you finally departed.
Zhu Yuan sighed as she sat back down and unwrapped the bag. She didn't bother to look behind herself, knowing who the feetsteps approaching belonged to.
"They've already brought you flowers in a similar manner. Why are you insisting on trying to maintain your image?"
She honestly had nothing to retort that, instead just chowing down on your lunch with closed eyes.
...And then she opened them back up, practically sparkling with how good it was-
Zhu Yuan stopped the moment she saw a sticky note with a little doodle of herself within a heart. At this rate, she was starting to wonder if you were trying to embarrass her on purpose!
...Of course, she wouldn't have the heart to ever tell you to not do things like this. Not when it was from a place of genuine love.
...
"Welcome home!" You gave Zhu Yuan a tight hug, one she returned with equal warmth. "How was lunch today?"
Zhu Yuan just smiled at first, leaning down to kiss you and gently caress your shoulder.
What about a Yanagi and S/O taking care of Sokaku together?
(ZZZ) Your life with Yanagi and Soukaku
This is the third time I've had a very energetic blue gremlin daughter.
(Millium, Twin Turbo, and now this hungry Oni)
Yanagi was very thankful to have you in her life. On top of all the work from Section Six, Yanagi had to also care for Soukaku with homeschooling. Given the circumstances, you were quite amazed she could juggle being a mom for Soukaku and the rest of Section Six.
But, you still didn't hesitate to jump in and give your girlfriend a helping hand. That being said, being her lover meant that you knew how strict she is, and you couldn't help but be a liitle bit of a bad influence for Soukaku. It was something she found cute, and sometimes vexing, given that you were supposed to be working.
One of the more infamous examples that caught around Section Six...
...
Yanagi neatly and efficiently organized the stack of paperwork she had finished signing off on, and was about to move onto the next stack-
"Rocket Punch!-" Your voice half-heartedly yelled as the sound of a rolling chair and Soukaku's laughter quickly accompanied it.
Yanagi felt her arm slightly shift from a bump, and she turned to see Soukaku with her fist outstretched, being pushed on a chair by you. The small oni girl was laughing, with you smiling right behind her. That sight was quite difficult to remain annoyed at, with Yanagi just sighing and adjusting her glasses, failing to hide the smile that you gave her as well.
"I trust you two have finished the paperwork I've assigned?"
Your girlfriend's smile suddenly felt a lot more intimidating. You stammered out a response as quickly as you could-
"W-Well...it's almost finished, but Soukaku is getting hungry!"
"Uh-huh! (Y/N) said it was okay for us to get lunch right now!"
Yanagi turned her head to you. The smile was present, but a chill ran down your back.
"Is that right?"
...
Needless to say, you definitely spoiled Soukaku in comparison to Yanagi. She was far from a terrible guardian, but you definitely let things slide a little more than you should.
A secret trip to the arcade here, an extra ice cream after a day of spelling practice there. Yanagi would catch you some of those times and you were definitely getting punished, but all three of you would cherish these moments shared together. it bonded Soukaku as close to you as much as Yanagi.
Just as often, Soukaku would be so happy that Yanagi had you here, and make drawings of the three of you together.
It now reached the point on Mother's Day when Yanagi's desk was filled with flowers, many of the members Section Six would also tease you by saying how great of a kid you two had. Even Miyabi and Harumasa joined in, calling you a great parent.
It was pretty hard to refute them, given how Soukaku sometimes liked to hold both yours and Yanagi's hands, as you all walked down the streets.
And especially on Children's Day, the entirety of Section Six gazed at you and Yanagi expectantly, something that was a little embarrassing.
Of course, you'd have this absolutely no other way.
...
It was evening by the time you three had left HQ. It was just a small stroll to the car and the trip back home, but you noticed Soukaku stopped walking.
Soukaku stared longingly at the Teamilk sign the three of you passed by, and of course the first person she gave puppy eyes was you. Feeling the death glare of Yanagi behind you, you nervously smiled and ruffled her hair.
"N-Not today, Soukaku. We have food at home!"
"Aaawww, alright..." She pouted and adjusted her schoolbag.
"Buuut-" You quickly chimed in, squeezing Yanagi's hand in hopes that it'd charm her. "...Maybe this Friday, the three of us can have some together? What do you think, Nagi?"
Thankfully, you knew when to jab at her weakspot, seeing as she relented and chuckled, though still giving that look to you.
"Though I'd be opposed due to how much sugar they have...If it's the weekend, it shouldn't be an issue."
"Really?! AWESOME!"
When Soukaku walked a bit ahead of you two, you did your best to innocently whistle a tune-
And to that, Yanagi can't help but let out a small laugh.
"We are talking about this later, (Y/N)," Thankfully, Yanagi was more amused than annoyed. At the very least, you only got this kind of wiggle room for the three of you than anything work related.
Something Harumasa would constantly lament and try to bribe you with constantly to abuse.
Of course, you knew better than to try to shirk any work duties around Yanagi. You'd be sentencing yourself and Soukaku to probably a month of forced overtime at minimum.
I know I said she'd get her proper introduction but the bias is REAL.
I love this woman like you wouldn't believe
You and Promeia were taking this first date together very seriously. Though, the exact method you two were treating this diferred slightly.
You were sweating bullets, desperately thinking of what to do or where to go for Promeia to be the most comfortable.
Meanwhile, Promeia had accepted your request with all the severity of a mission, and so treated this date as such.
And so when you two finally met up: a realization washed over you both.
Neither of you have ANY idea what to do.
Your finger taps against your chin in contemplation, sitting with Promeia on your couch. Ideas popped into your head, but you shot them down quickly, knowing that Promeia would not like it.
Promeia, for her part, just quietly watches your face turn into a new expression every five seconds as you desperately tried to think of something.
"...I am fine with whatever you'd like to do," Promeia finally speaks up, making you turn to her. "This is your request, after all."
You couldn't help but frown at that.
"Well, I want you to be happy as well."
Promeia's eyes widen a little at your response. Of course, you already knew what she was thinking the moment you actually processesed what you said.
"It's not really a date if only one side is enjoying themselves, you know? It goes both ways!"
"I see."
She contemplates saying something as her eyes drift down to the floor, but you scoot in just a bit closer and playfully nudge the side of her cloak with your shoulder.
Your heart skipped a beat when she looked back to you, her expression still that of the surprise from earlier. Promeia had no idea how cute she could be.
"Is there anything you'd like to do? Grab a bite to eat or watch a movie?" You had an inkling of what her response would be, but-
"I've been told by an...associate of mine that I should take someone out for dinner." Her voice isn't shaky, but after being with her for so long, you know she's just as unsure how to approach this as you are.
That comforts you in an odd way.
"Food it is!" You get up from the couch and offer a hand to her.
After the first time you held her hand, you've gotten a lot more confident in doing so now. Especially after she accepted your proposal for a date.
Promeia stares at your hand for a moment, and you see her cuffed arm emerge from the cloak and gently puts hers into your palm.
You lift her up and give her hand a squeeze before motioning with your head.
"I think I might know a good place!"
...
One of the first places you took her to was a hole in the wall restaurant. They didn't have the most diverse menu, but what they did have tasted great. More importantly for this date, it was a quiet place for Promeia to relax and not get overwhelmed with people.
You internally sighed in relief watching as her shoulders dropped as she tried the food you ordered, her guard lowering just enough for her to enjoy herself.
Afterwards, you had grabbed some cool drinks for her to try out, that mainly being some Teamilk.
The way she held the drink closely and sipped on it repeatedly was enough for you to chuckle, catching her attention.
"Is something amusing?"
Well, yes. But you wanted to be polite and not tease her, especially since she was seemingly enjoying herself.
"Do you like your drink?"
"...I do."
To that, you just smile and continue enjoying your relatively quiet date. Truth be told, the two of you hadn't said too much throughout the course of this date.
But, it wasn't an awkward silence. If anything it was quite the opposite. This was probably one of the calmest days you've had. And judging from Promeia's gentle expression, she probably felt the same.
...
The day was finally coming to a close, with you and Promeia standing outside your home. She gave a single nod to you, her voice the softest you've ever heard it.
"I recognize that you've made a conscious effort for me with all the stores we've visited today...Thank you."
Her thanks made your ears burn and face flush with heat, but you managed to not stutter like a complete dork for her.
"I'm glad you were able to enjoy yourself, Promeia. Text me when you're free?"
She nods quietly and begins to leave.
You manage to get your heartbeat under control as she took a few steps away. And then, she spoke again.
cw. fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader, chubby reader
The old radio in your apartment is playing a soft tune. It kept you company while you cooked breakfast. You hummed along to the song that was playing, taking a small break from your cooking to take a long sip of your coffee before getting back into it. You did your best to be quiet, not wishing to disturb your partner as he slept in, but you didn’t doubt that he’d wake up soon to the smell of crispy bacon sizzling in the pan.
Soft rays of sunshine filtered through the kitchen window, bathing your plump skin in its warm glow as a new day dawned over New Eridu. Thankfully, your apartment wasn’t close to the main street so the sound of car engines and screaming school children was but a distant murmur, easily tuned out by the radio as it kicked over to the next song. You perked up when the radio announcer called the title of the next song and you scooted closer to it just to turn up the volume dial a smidge.
Your head immediately started bopping to the tune, your voice soft as you sang along to the familiar lyrics. Your kitchen turned into your stage as you sang along, soft strands of hair fluttering over your shoulder as you twisted your wide hips and tapped your fingers against your thick thighs to the beat. At one point, you pretended the spoon in your mug of coffee was a microphone as you sang along to the catchy beat. The sound of your slippers scuffling along the floorboards was drowned out by your passionate, off key singing as you continued to sway from side to side. You added a little spin to your dance just for some extra flair and you couldn’t help but giggle as the spin made your head feel a little dizzy. You spun once more to go fish for some clean utensils out of the drawer, your movements coming to a complete halt as you gasped sharply. Your eyes went wide, your long lashes fluttering over the round swell of your hot cheeks as your singing died in your throat.
“Hugo!”
Hugo sat on the other side of the kitchen counter, elbow against the top and cheek pressed into the palm of his hand. A slow smile spread across his face, his heterochromatic eyes sparkling like gems in the morning light as one of his fangs peeked from the top of his lips. Dark circles lingered under his eyes, his long blond hair untied and golden strands haphazardly falling across his forehead. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed.
“Good morning dear” he chimed, voice still thick with sleep when he greeted you.
Heat continued to consume your face, the plush seam of your lips pressed into a wobbly line as you swallowed the flustered noise that wanted to crawl out of your throat. Embarrassment twisted in the pit of your stomach, the tip of your tongue timidly licking your lips as you swallowed the uncomfortable lump in your parched throat.
“How-How long have you been sitting there?” you asked.
You sounded a little hopeful. Hopeful that he didn’t see you making a complete fool of yourself. Hugo smiled back at you, pressing more of his cheek into his hand and long fingers curling over his face as he looked at you with dazed eyes. He hummed softly in thought, the sound stirring in his chest and making you wring your fingers together as you silently fretted.
“Long enough to enjoy your performance.”
You groaned softly, nose crinkling and shoulders sagging when you realised he had witnessed the whole thing. When he first woke up to the music pouring from the radio, he crept down the hallways like a wraith, staying completely silent the entire time before you broke out into song and dance. He didn’t have the heart to stop you. You looked like you had been enjoying yourself. Instead, he simply slipped into a chair and waited for you to notice him. He didn’t expect to be treated by an entire performance. He had enjoyed how carefree you were, a merry tune falling from your lips and a natural rhythm as you swayed your sumptuous body along to the music. He thought it was quite cute, watching you scoot around the kitchen in your sleepwear, fuzzy socks and slippers included, like you were some sort of pop idol on stage. It warmed his heart to see you with your guard completely down and how you acted when you thought no one was watching. He adored this quirky, unique side of you.
A flustered noise suddenly crawled out of your throat, tapering off into a whine of embarrassment. You covered your face with your hands, cupping your chubby cheeks as your skin burned under your touch. You peeked at Hugo through the gaps of your fingers.
“I’m so embarrassed” you whined. “Please, forget you saw anything.”
Without waiting for his response you turned your back on him, completely forgetting why you had turned around in the first place as you stalked back over to the stove top. Luckily, none of your food had been burnt. You tried to preoccupy yourself with finishing breakfast, nerves still eating away at you as you tried to expel the embarrassing thoughts from your mind. You must have looked like such a fool. You heard the chair legs scraping softly against the floor as Hugo stood up and approached. He called your name. You did not answer.
“Darling?” he asked as he got closer.
You still ignored him. You gasped softly as you felt his presence behind you. He wrapped his arms around your plump waist, hands resting on your soft stomach as he hooked his chin on your shoulder. You could feel his warm breath caress the shell of your ear, making the hairs on the nape of your neck stand to attention as a shiver ran down the notches of your spine.
“Darling?” he cooed.
“What?” you grumbled as you flipped a rash of bacon.
Hugo tried to get a peek of your face, but judging by how hot your skin was pressed against his cheek, he knew that you were still flustered. He brushed a lock of your hair behind the curve of your ear before his fingers hooked around your chin and tipped your head in his direction.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed” he mumbled, brushing his thumb under your eye. “I found it quite endearing.”
A deep frown still tugged at the plush seam of your lips. A frown that turned into a soft pout when Hugo pinched your chubby cheek between his fingers and tugged until your frown was gone.
“It is embarrassing” you argued. “I probably looked like an idiot.”
“No, you didn’t” Hugo reassured.
He hugged you around your plush waist tighter, moving you away from the stove so he had more room to encourage you to turn around. You immediately buried your face into his chest with a soft groan, embarrassment still lingering in your system as you were folded further into Hugo’s arms. A warm chuckle breezed past his lips as he rubbed his hand along your back, trying to coax you into relaxing.
“You have nothing to worry about” Hugo said. “You looked quite cute sliding around in your fuzzy slippers.”
You raised your head, resting your chin on Hugo’s chest as you peaked up at him beneath your thick lashes. Being called cute lightened your mood a little.
“Really?”
“Really” Hugo reassured.
You were now preening a little under his attention. You weren’t so embarrassed now. Hugo had a way with his words and you were always so easily charmed by them, or flustered, depending on his mood. You were glad that he chose the former, rather than the latter after witnessing your morning show. You hugged him for a little longer, enjoying the scent of vanilla that still clung to his clothes. You tried to return to the stove to finish making breakfast but with a little encouragement, Hugo made you hand over the utensils to him.
“Let me finish making breakfast” he said, words whispered into your hair as he kissed the top of your head. “You go sit down and enjoy your coffee.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but all that came out was a delighted squeal as Hugo spun you in a circle, pulling you back briefly to plant another kiss on the swell of your cheek before letting you go. You giggled as you trotted over to the chair, swapping positions with Hugo as he finished making the rest of breakfast.
characters: vivian banshee, asaba harumasa, seth lowell, astra yao
notes: gn reader, established relationship, reader is not phaethon
a/n: i've been so zzz pilled this past month or so and there's a severe lack of vivian content so.. im delivering!! plus other characters i like! getting back to requests after this i swear
— dating vivian banshee is a relationship filled with nothing but admiration for you! she loves you dearly, her love for you is very real and pure. she never thought it was possible that she would find someone she loved like phaethon, let alone so intensely! she's dedicated herself to you in the purest ways <3
— vivian's main love languages are gift giving and acts of service, so best believe she does everything she can to make sure you feel the most loved you've ever felt! of course, you reciprocate this, but she goes all out! constantly finding excuses to praise you and do things for you, such as bringing you things without you asking or finding unique gifts to shower you with!
— vivian does flustered easily, hence why she wouldn't be the biggest fan of pda. but in private? she melts into all of your affection, finding any excuse to be in your arms or be graced by your touch.
— she loves to find any excuse to be close to you, whether it's standing next to you while discussing things with others, or finding an excuse to partner up with you during important matters, such as entering hollows, or just pretending there's something on your face just so she can touch it.
— despite the fact that she would choose not to associate you with her mockingbird work for your own safety, you still meet her older-brother-but-not-really, hugo! and you'd better hope he approves of you.. hugo keeps very close watch on the people his dear vivian has in her life, and if you cross any invisible boundaries he's personally set best believe he knows how to be irritating towards you. however, if he does approve of you then hooray! you and vivian are as happy as ever!!
— vivian does have her moments where she needs your words the most, especially when she's dwelling on her past. she holds a deep fear that one day she will look into your eye and shed tears, and for that it's imperative that you reassure her everything will be alright and that you're here to stay <3
— asaba harumasa is a professional slacker, but when it comes to you? no slacking allowed! has to give it his all, constantly!
— his main love languages are physical touch and gift giving! he loves to have his hands anywhere on you, usually either your hand in his or an arm wrapped loosely around your waist. it gives him comfort and reinforces the idea that you're there, and you're not going anywhere.
— loves to take naps on your chest and thighs, and loves when you do the same for him! he adore it when you play with his hair and pepper his face with kisses! and of course, he loves to do the same for you.
— when it comes to making up things to get time off, sometimes he likes to use you! "ah, oh no! my beloved just texted me saying that the sugar is too high up! i have to go home and get it for them!" and more. ends in both you and yanagi gently scolding him for using you to get out of working >:(
— he would likely keep your relationship private from the public, only fellow members of section 6 being aware, but in the event your relationship does go public i think it would be funny if his fans had a personal vendetta against you. not enough to genuinely harm you, but enough to seethe with jealousy everytime they see you walk by or everytime they see you near him.
— the type of guy to photograph you any chance he gets, keeps a picture of you in his wallet. you're almost like his good luck charm, since he likes to look at it before entering missions or assignments that are in hollows!
— seth lowell is a bright green flag. he is a very attentive and thoughtful boyfriend, always making sure your needs are met and trying his absolute best to take care of you!
— his main love languages are acts of service and words of affirmation. the type of guy to have breakfast already ready as you're still in bed. he has to leave early for work, so he at the very least wants to make sure you're fed before he leaves.
— very communicative and polite about his needs as well, he trusts you a lot and wants to build the best possible relationship with you. when you first start going out with him, expect him to list all of the things you're comfortable and uncomfortable with and the things he can and can't do.
— another character who's very easy to fluster. he isn't big on pda because of this (however he doesn't mind hand holding or linking arms), but in private he loves laying on your chest and loves it when you gently pet him. he also loves it when you cuddle with his tail.
— is very protective of you, likes to linger near you whenever you're in public and he happens to be patrolling, i feel like the fact that he's a cat thrown would make him a bit more territorial of you.
— his favorite thing to do when he gets off of work is to come home and melt into your arms. It's where he feels the safest and his favorite way to decompress.
— going out with astra yao is such a fun experience! she loves to flaunt you and makes it very obvious that you two are dating. matching outfits, jewelry, accessories.. you name it, she has it for you both!
— her main love languages are gift giving and words of affirmation. she loves LOVES to shower you in many gifts and compliments, she wants you to know just how important you are to her and that you have so much worth <3
— she has dedicated a few songs to you, however i feel like she would keep them unreleased. unless you want her to release them, she keeps them private and sings to you when it's just you and her, a token of her love for you and one of many ways she shows her affection.
— she loves resting on you. whether it's been a long day of evading security and song deadlines, or she's just feeling tired that day, your arms are where she loves to retreat to! she also adores it when you retreat into her arms as well, it makes her so happy to see you so calm and relaxed with her.
— you're all in for helping her have impromptu off days, your role is usually to fool security or the higher ups as her partner while she escapes blissfully, and when the time is right you meet up with her and you two spend the day together happily.
— hopefully evelyn approves of you, if not, there will be loads of propaganda being spread to astra by evelyn that you're not good for her. but astra will fight for you and go back and forth with evelyn until she eventually caves and gives you a second chance.
She'll have her proper introduction into the blog soon, but LORD this woman is doing things to my heart. Promeia gets to skip the Character DMV straight to the blog just like The Herta did.
It's always the stoic and cold types that get me man...
Promeia's hand is…warmer than you thought it'd be. They were not soft by any stretch of the imagination. Fitting, considering her position. You glance over to the cuff on her wrist, but you don't focus on it for long. There was something that was catching your eye, Promeia's to be exact.
The purple haired woman watches your reaction, to see if you're surprised. The way she looks at you, it's almost as if she's anticipating you to react in any negative way. If you'd be…afraid.
She won't find any kind of expression like that from you though. Instead, you cup her hand as if she were made from glass, gently holding onto her. And now, you notice the subtle shifts in her body language. The way her eyes widen ever so slightly, her brows raising.
Most people wouldn't notice that, given how incremental her movements were. But, you aren't most people.
"Your hand is very warm," Promeia quietly observes. Her hand hasn't budged an inch since you grabbed it.
"Here, let me-"
Taking the initiative, you slide your hand to properly hold Promeia's. After a brief few seconds, you can feel her fingers hesitate to mimic yours as they almost curl. Giving a little squeeze of reassurance, Promeia finally holds your hand properly.
Her grip is not as strong as yours. You know thats not because she's weak, far from it.
Truth be told, the reason you even held her hand was pure instinct. A reflex to try and anchor her to the present. The way your chest tightened as she spoke with such alarming calmness that she isn't worth worrying about. It was enough for you to throw your logic out the window.
You two weren't even a couple, but that didn't matter. What did, was that she knew that she WAS worth worrying about.
"Is this helping you, Promeia?" You ask softly.
You see her shoulders drop a little when she processes your question. She finally meets your gaze, and has yet to yank her hand away.
"I'm…not used to this," Promeia responds with a softness matching yours.
"I'd be a little surprised if you were," You give her a smile, and squeeze her hand again, though not as hard as before. "But, I'd like to help you do so. You mean a lot to me."
Your mouth moves quicker than your brain. Despite how warm your cheeks and the tips of your ears feel, you don't waver. You see the slightest tinge of red form on her own face, but she glances to your hand again.
And now, you can see the corners of her lips almost form a smile, her voice still remaining quiet, as if she only wants you to hear her thoughts.
"Your opinion of me is unique."
You bite your tongue before you can say something dumb to ruin the mood. Instead, you two silently hold each other's hands, just letting the moment play out.
Though minutes had already passed, she lets go too fast for your liking, and gives you a nod.
"Thank you. I'll remember your words today."
You smile at Promeia.
"Anytime. Next time you want to hang out, I'll be right there."
She nods once again before turning around, her hands resting behind her cloak, cuffed together.
…But somehow, she doesn't look as intimidating as she used to, knowing those hands have held yours.
…
Her hand hovers above her face, remembering how yours felt in it. It was such a strange sensation. But not one that'd she be forgetting anytime soon.
'I mean a lot to them?' Promeia quietly thinks to herself as she lays down in her cold, dark room.
And yet, as the moment replays in her head, her hand isn't as cold as it usually is.
