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one day when visiting the yans loved family darling just excuses to go to the bathroom and are in there for awhile Yan comes to check and finds them quietly crying. Darling admits that they genuinely don't want to die, that they haven't had a thought in weeks, they are happy, that its going to be alright. for once in over a decade they are free. Darling apologies c while its happy they dont want to alarm yans family with all of it. They ask yan if their family would want to know about it.
(Gonna keep this to just Ata and Noelle because Vivien has no family :( )
Hell yes, the Montclairs want to know about this. Atalanta would gladly bring you out to speak to her parents, or she can do the talking if you want. Nevertheless, everyone is so happy for you. No one is happier than Jamie. He loves his daughter, but he doesn't want another innocent person to suffer the way he did at the beginning of his marriage. Hearing that you are truly happy and content with Ata kind of makes all of his worries since Ata hit puberty fizzle out. And Asteria is happy her daughter is happy and happy she has another daughter as well. Enjoy spending the evening in the Montclair cuddle pile.
Noelle would keep all this shit to herself. Not that she doesn't trust her sisters, she does, she's just not the kind of person to say things like that. But still, you can tell she has an enlightened countenance as she returns to the party. Noelle seems happier, she's smiling more, she seems relaxed. She just seems... content. Noelle was worried at first, that you wouldn't be happy with her. She has a lot of insecurities deep down, ones she'll never speak to anyone about. But knowing you're happier, happy with her... it settles something within her.
NSFW: Noelle with a darling who’s sexually pent up but is too scared to act on it or ask Noelle for help because theyve never done it with another person, they’ve just masturbated. So basically theyre a virgin. Ever since they started to live at Noelle’s place they never wanted to masturbate because they were too embarrassed but no they’re getting desperate.
How would the yanderes react to a scenario where Darling tells them that they changed something with their appearance and asks them to guess what’s the difference, only that there isn’t anything that Darling has changed in their appearance and is just trying to test and see the yans’ reactions. And when they can’t figure it out, Darling will just play pretend and sulk and pout all day. Darling’s like “No… It’s okay, I guess.. I just thought you would notice because I spent all day doing it just to surprise you.. Maybe I should just try harder next time.. 😔” Instead of telling them what changed in their appearance just to add more fuel to fire.
Atalanta, straight-faced, scans you, looking for something different. She doesn't find anything, so she opts for the best answer, saying she can't quite identify it, but she could tell because you look even lovelier than ever. Whatever it was, Ata will finance it tenfold.
Noelle constantly watches you, so she knows what you're doing. She knows this is an elaborate joke you're playing, so she would pick something like your hair and go with it. Noelle would give you the most outrageous compliments she could, telling you all kinds of crazy things, like she can obviously tell that you used the sea moss gel she gave you. It's all bullshit she's making up, but she gaslights you with a twinkle in her pretty blue eyes.
Vivien has no idea what you're talking about and feels so, so bad about it. He apologizes profusely and brings home flowers and makes dinner for you. What kind of an oaf wouldn't notice if his boyfriend changed something? He's so sorry.
And just for fun, I'll throw in Asteria and Jamie.
Asteria will apologize and promise to take you on a shopping spree so you can get more of whatever makes her precious daughter-in-law so beautiful. She doesn't know you nearly enough, you both could use some mother-daughter bonding time (Atalanta not invited).
Jamie feels awful, he might even tear up. He would bake you a cake to apologize. Why would you do this to him?
Ah, Donna already getting attached. After only a week. I am looking forward to her reaction to Lais inevitably getting hurt by her father one last time. If that's the direction you decide to go. It seems a likely way for her to learn about it given that Lais seems unlikely to mention anything herself (even once they get to the point of talking) so she'll keep being in the situation where it could happen again until it does. Also looking forward to Lais completely flummoxing Donna by complimenting her appearance. And just in general being like "you're so nice though??? And pretty??? I'm supposed to be the one serving you, but you keep making me food!" in contrast with Donna's view of herself. There are many almost instances of learning more about each other building. I imagine they shall swap books or read together once they get to the point of actually being in physical proximity and direct communication
Donna/Lais is currently the only thing I feel like writing so I hope yall like it, haha.
Donna is absolutely attached, and Lais is too. I intentionally keep Tumblr chapters a bit behind what I'm currently writing so I'm writing chapter 11 right now. Chapter 10 has A LOT of bonding moments and everything past 11 will too.
I'm so glad you love my story! I really appreciated the ask, I get so few Dollmaker asks.
Mother Miranda decrees that the state of the most fragile of her lords, Donna Beneviento, has deteriorated far too much.
She appoints a carefully-picked girl to care for her.
Lais didn’t dream. She never had.
Her mother called it a quirk. Her father never said anything. She wasn’t even certain if he knew about it or not. He sure as hells never asked about her dreams. The other kids at school compared dreams sometimes. Even back in nursery school, other children would describe dramatic tales of adventure, battling lycans and samca as a champion of Mother Miranda. The tales usually ended with the child waking up from the screaming nightmare, running across the home in urine-soaked pajamas to crawl into bed with kind parents, or else the false Mother Miranda and the Black God commending the child for their heroic efforts. When asked, Lais just mumbled something similar and tried to change the subject. Was the teacher going to read a story today, or was it writing practice?
But Lais didn’t dream. She never had.
So what did this all mean then?
Lais was comfortable, and that’s how she knew something was off. She was lying on something soft on her stomach, shirt off. She still had something on her lower half, probably her skirt, but she was completely topless. Something sticky and herbal coated her skin, packed onto the welts Father dealt her sometime before. Even so, she wasn’t cold. The room was warm, and there was a fire crackling across the room as well as a blanket draped over Lais’s lower half, tucked in so securely that it was clear she wasn’t supposed to move. When Lais tried to move anyway, a blinding pain sharp enough to bring tears shot through her skull, stopping that attempt immediately. She would have gasped if she had more awareness.
Lais kept her eyes closed, mitigating the overstimulation as the pain dissipated just the slightest bit. She breathed slowly, taking stock of her surroundings with her other senses. As uncomfortable as her pervasive hunger was, she was used to it. Wherever she was, Lais truly had no idea, she was comfortable.
She was warm, lying on what was probably a bed, wrapped in a blanket. Even the stinging, aching pain on her back as the skin tried to knit itself back together was dulled by whatever mystery concoction was smeared on her skin. Was she still in Father’s house? Had she made it back to Lady Beneviento’s manor, and the Lady had brought her to a doctor? Had some good Samaritan overlooked Lais’s abysmal status in the village and taken it upon themselves to save her life? Lais might not have any money, but she would certainly appreciate it. Maybe she could draw them something or clean for them on her off time from Lady Beneviento. It’s not like she was good at anything else.
Whoever was taking care of her, Lais was truly grateful.
It would have been the perfect environment to drift back into sleep, if not for the voices.
Lais’s head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, and her mouth was uncomfortably dry, but she could faintly make out two voices nearby. They seemed to be outside the door, perhaps in the hallway. Both voices were female and familiar, but Lais’s head was far too muddied to be able to identify either of them. Instead, she just listened.
“Do you not understand why I brought her to you?” The first voice, regal and sophisticated, clipped at all the consonants, hissed.
“Mother, I had no idea of any of this,” The second voice, husky and soft, pleaded with the first, “A-As soon as Angie found her, I called for you immediately. I don’t know what happened to her; she came through the door and just… collapsed. I didn’t know what to do. She is covered in marks. From a blunt instrument, most like. I applied the salve, I just don’t-”
“Cease your incessant ramblings.”
The first voice cut the second off with an irritated snarl that made Lais want to hide under the blanket. Were they talking about her? They must have been, speaking outside the door of her sickbed like this. Lais tried to focus harder.
The second voice sounded pitiful and pained as she spoke up again, whispering so quietly that Lais had to strain her ears to really hear, “I have tried to do as you asked, Mother, but… You know how difficult it is for me. I’m not like the others-”
“That is very clear.” The first voice spoke up again. The voice hesitated, as though pinching the bridge of its nose with impatience, “She is supposed to be a gift. Do you know how long I have spent creating her, molding her to be exactly as you needed? You don't know how far back this runs.”
The second voice was much more unsure and tentative this time, “She-she has been good. She cleans well, and she is so kind to Angie.”
“And yet you actively avoid her.”
“I’m just… I’m not comfortable around her yet. What if she believes me a monster?”
“Oh, my dear daughter,” The angry, frustrated tone had disappeared from the first voice’s tone. Lais heard fabric rustling, and the sound of a tender kiss to a soft cheek, “You are no monster. You are a Lord of this village, a daughter of mine, and a disciple of the Black God. Do not forget that.”
Voice 2 went quiet, huffing a few choked breaths as though the user was struggling to keep from bursting into tears. Whoever they were, Lais felt a sorry sense of camaraderie for them. According to the village she was born in, the place where she had taken her first steps, she was also considered a useless parasite sponging off the charity and goodwill of Mother Miranda and disturbing the peace with her wretched, useless family.
“You will fix this, Donna,” The first voice was kind now, understanding. “She will heal. It is not too late. You must be the one to take this step.’
“Y-Yes, Mother. I will… I will try.” The second voice was clearly still upset, but close to pulling itself together.
“You will do. It is for your own good-”
Lais didn’t mean to. She really, really didn’t mean to. Her throat was so incredibly dry that when she was swallowing, something went down the wrong pipe. Lais erupted in dramatic, exploding, extremely interrupting coughs and hacks. She jackknifed at the waist, hunching over as the coughs tore through her thin frame. The still-healing welts on her back split, sending waves of slicing pain radiating throughout her body. Drops of blood welled from the injuries, and in the back of her mind, Lais gave a dim thought to how difficult it would be to scrub so many small droplets of blood out of the sheets later.
Even as it hurt, Lais still couldn’t stop coughing. Her throat was painfully dry, tearing her throat to shreds, and that only made her cough even more. She moaned in pain, praying to the Black God that she would be good and virtuous and obedient for the rest of her life if only she could be granted a glass of water. She struggled to breathe, her lungs shriveling up and seeming to dry out in her chest.
“Calm down,” A voice suddenly right in front of Lais spoke to her in a soft, commanding tone, “You’ll hurt yourself.”
Lais whimpered, confused and certainly a bit scared. Whoever was in front of her didn’t seem to be any voice she recognized. The gentle hoarseness spoke to her kindly, but not harshly, and Lais was grateful for it.
Strong hands lifted Lais up, cradling and supporting her neck like she was a newborn. They turned her on her side, exposing her bare chest to the room and whoever was in it. Lais was too far gone to care; she still spasmed and jerked in suppressed hacks, barely able to breathe. She let out a whimper, praying that whoever was handling her would grant her some water.
When Lais tried to open her eyes, one of the hands quickly left her shoulder, resting her fingertips over Lais’s eyes. Still, for half a second, Lais caught a glimpse of black cloth and pale, creamy skin.
“Do not.” The voice ordered, and Lais detected a bit of agitation in the tone.
Lais obeyed with a small nod, obeying the voice’s orders to keep her eyes firmly closed. Once the person was certain Lais’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, they removed their hand, instead moving it somewhere else. A bottle was held to Lais’s dry, cracked lips, and when she obediently opened, she was rewarded with the cool, clear taste of sweet water flowing into her mouth and throat.
Lais moaned. She really did. It was just so, so good, quenching her thirst in that particular way only crisp, cold water could do. She tried to quickly guzzle down as much of it as she could to fill her empty stomach before her good fortune ended.
The voice chuckled, seemingly amused with Lais’s life-or-death struggles, “Slower, please. You’ll be sick.”
After a few more mouthfuls, the bottle was pulled away from Lais. She tried to chase it, but the hands gently lowered her back down to the mattress, one hand on her shoulder to keep her in place as she wiggled.
“Only a little longer,” The person soothed, thumb rubbing a small strip of undamaged skin on the nape of Lais’s neck.
She held something under Lais’s nose. At first sniff, Lais wanted to tear herself away. It smelled aromatic and herbal, something forcibly calming. It made Lais’s head swim, made her want to close her eyes, relax, and go back down into blissful slumber. Lais tried to move away from it, to keep herself awake and alert to figure out what in the name of the Black God was happening to her.
“No,” The voice scolded, albeit gently, “Breathe deeply, please.”
The small, stinky container was moved closer to Lais’s nose, and her head was gently held in place, leaving her unable to move. Lais had no choice but to breathe deeply and let whatever concoction was held below her take her away. Still, Lais let out an irritated grumble at being defeated. It wasn’t fair, fighting her when she was in such a weakened state. The voice barely held back a quiet laugh, uncaring at their lack of sportsmanship.
“Sleep, Lais.” The voice directed, tentatively patting her unruly black curls.
Lais was somewhere in the abyss. Her consciousness drifted in the murky muck, but something was pulling her up. A familiar voice drifted into her ears, caressing Lais’s mind with a gentle touch. She wasn’t awake, not really, but she was somewhat aware. Who was talking to her? Where was she? To whom belonged the hands that touched her, the hands that slathered some sticky herbal substance on her stinging back?
It really was aching, those awful welts, and the salve provided a strange cooling effect that was both pleasant and unpleasant. Lais whined, or at least she attempted to make sound, she wasn’t sure which. When she tried to move, she couldn’t manage more than a twitch. Her brain was probably more awake than her limbs.
Well then. Lais would simply have to wake herself up… which was easier said than done.
“I didn’t ask for you,” The voice continued, independent of Lais’s struggles, “I never said I wanted you here. I’m not a child, I can take care of myself. I have been, ever since…”
The voice trailed off, and Lais wondered if she would continue. It was nice, waking up to such a soft, sweet voice speaking kindly to her. Lais waited until the person turned away, until the hands were off her, and attempted to wiggle her fingers. To her astonishment, she was able to do that and more. Lais flexed her hands, curling her wrists from side to side as she tried to extend the feeling up to her arms. But when Lais heard fabric swish next to her, she abruptly stopped, freezing in place as though she expected to be discovered instantly.
“I wasn’t prepared when you came. I didn’t…” The voice trailed off, now dripping something liquid onto Lais’s back that faintly burned, “This is my home. This is my family’s home. I didn’t want someone else to come in and mess that up, ruin everything I’ve spent years maintaining. You must understand that.”
Lais did. Even in her Father’s house, as dirty and small and empty as it was, it was still theirs. If you had next to nothing, that only made what little you did have more precious.
“Not that I think you’ve ruined things,” The voice hurried to say, “You’ve done a great job. The house looks better than I’ve seen in years, and Angie raves about you. Truly, you would not know the things she says. Do you know she has been begging me to make her another sword so you both can have sword fights? I don’t know if you’re prepared for that. It’s not exactly in your job description.”
A sudden touch gracing Lais’s face, cold fingertips trailing across the bubble of her cheek. The touch was gentle, practically tentative, like the offered hand was afraid of its own power, afraid of breaking Lais’s cheekbone beneath their strength. Lais fought the urge to flinch back, using all her strength not to open her eyes. Surely the person was looking right at her, right? Surely they would notice if she snuck a peek?
The voice sucked in a breath as if pained, and continued with a hitch, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of it. I should have never let Mother bring you to this cursed house, bring you to me. It’s cruel of you to enter my home, toy with me, and leave so suddenly. You should go, depart and abandon me before it hurts any worse than it already does. Pack up your stuff and run, save yourself. Leave me to my exile so I can at least suffer in peace.”
Dark words, dark sentiment. In a way, Lais understood. There was nothing equal to the pain of being abandoned, of opening your heart to being known and being rejected. Perhaps it was easier to have had no joy at all than to have tasted one mote of happiness and been cast off. Lais had done the same, many times. It was far, far easier to busy oneself with chores and books and drawing than it was to risk angering one’s father or risk taunts from other children in the village. The dull, hollow ache of loneliness was almost bearable compared to the sharpness of ridicule.
That thumb rubbed its way across Lais’s cheekbone so tenderly, “I speak plainly, too plainly to one on their sickbed. I apologize. I haven’t been… feeling well, since you came. It’s too much, all at once, and I usually… I used to go weeks without seeing a face save my wretched own. I’m not used to this. People… nearby. Not anymore.”
The person calmed down, releasing Lais’s face so they could turn. Lais heard a bit of rustling as the person knelt beside the bed. Cool fingertips stroked Lais’s back, both making her want to flinch from the chill and relax into the soothing strokes. No one had certainly touched her so gently before. Not in many years.
“Your back is a mess, fresh bruises on top of marks and scars that look far older.” The voice whispered, barely a foot from Lais’s face; she could feel the warmth of the person’s breath on her skin, all tea and almond pastries and the faintest hint of mint, “I don’t know what happened to you. If the lycans got you, I’ll be having words with my brother, but it doesn’t look like their work. Your brooch should have protected you from anyone with ill intent, so I don’t know who would dare to…”
The voice sighed, interrupting themselves in an anguished tone, “I wonder, who has hurt you so?”
Lais could stand it no longer. Her eyes opened.
Granted, Lais had been unconscious for a long while. The room, while dimly lit in the nearly-set evening sun, was still far too bright for her convalescent eyes. It burned, her pupils dramatically contracting, making already blurry vision even blurrier. With a pained hiss, Lais flinched, aggravating her already aching back. She snapped her eyes closed, but not before catching sight of smooth, pale skin and an expensive silk dress.
Ah. So now it all made sense.
Lady Beneviento gasped and reeled back as dramatically as if Lais had split in her face, jumping to her feet so fast that the back of her chair banged on the ground. Lais coughed, blinking her eyes to try and get them to adjust to the sudden light. When she finally recalibrated, Lais realized she was in her room at Beneviento Manor. Lady Beneviento, for it was Lady Beneviento saying all those things, she knew that now, stood stiff-backed in front of the bed, hands clasped in front of her, veil back in place. Lais noticed they were pretty hands, wrinkle-less and a lot younger than expected, with nails painted black. Lais also noticed that they were trembling.
“What… what did you see?” Lady Beneviento asked, voice shaking.
Lais tried to answer, but her throat was so dry and inflamed that all she could do was explode into painful coughs that wracked her frame and tugged at her wounds. Lady Beneviento hurried forward, bringing again the cup that she held to Lais’s lips in the same manner as last night. Had that been her, too?
Lais sipped slowly, remembering the way she was gently scolded the last time she was awake, “T-Thank you.”
“I will ask again.” Lady Beneviento set the cup down, pulling her chair back to it’s proper place at Lais’s bedside and sitting on it, “What did you see?”
The careful control in the woman’s voice made Lais wary of answering, “I-I didn’t see anything… My eyes hadn’t adjusted.”
“Is that the truth?”
“Of course!” Lais meant to jump up but immediately thought better of it when her wounds protested, “I would never lie to you, Lady Beneviento. I swear."
Lady Beneviento made a noncommittal sound. It was awkward for a while, them staring at each other in silence. Lady Beneviento sat rigidly in her chair, perfect posture as expected of a Lord of the village. Lais could never achieve such stillness, not even under threat of the most severe punishment.
“What happened to you?”
“What?” Lais, quickly thrown out of her distracting thoughts, said.
“I asked, what happened to you? You collapsed on the front step yesterday morning, and your back is seriously wounded. I treated you myself, but there will still be some scarring.”
“Oh… I went to The Duke, but I got… caught up with something.” Lais couldn’t stop thinking about Lady Beneviento treating her. Was she… worried? “I’m so sorry for all of this, I never intended to interrupt your work. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again-”
“See that it doesn’t.” Lady Beneviento said softly. Lais winced, even though the words were not unkind.
It was quite a while longer before Lady Beneviento stood up, brushing her hands on her expensive, high-quality skirt. Lais watched as the woman fidgeted with the items on the nightstand, straightening the lamp, the half-filled cup of water, the jar of herbal ointment. Had she been able to see her face, Lais might’ve called the action nervous.
“Now that you’re awake, you should eat.” Lady Beneviento decides, speaking kindly but resolutely, “Do you think you can? I prepared soup earlier today.”
Lais perked up, desperate not to look infirm or ungrateful, “Yes! Please! Your cooking is amazing, my Lady. I meant to offer my praises days ago, but I haven’t had the chance. Honestly, I owe you so much gratitude, both for taking me into your home and for treating me so well. I don’t want to seem unappreciative, I’ve been so incredibly thankful for this opportunity Mother Miranda has granted me. That’s what I meant to do last week before…”
Lady Beneviento cocked her head at Lais’s foolish rambling, looking at her as though she were a fascinating, yet strange, specimen. It was a look The Duke often gave her as well. Had her eyes been visible, Lais was sure she would have wilted under such an intense gaze. For now, she just flushed, a bit embarrassed. Lais meant the words, of course she did, it was just… a bit unsettling being looked at like that. Especially by Lady Beneviento.
“Well then… I will bring you a tray. Please wait here.” Lady Beneviento stood and walked to the door of the room, her heeled boots softly clicking on the wooden floor, “And… you didn’t interrupt me.”
With that, the Lord was gone, and Lais was alone in her bedroom, under a soft blanket, wounds tended to, and good food imminent. Her back still ached, and probably would for days to come, but Lais felt an unexpected joy in her chest. Finally, after nearly a month as the sole caretaker of Beneviento Manor, she was able to have a conversation with Lady Beneviento. She was able to convey how grateful she was for everything here, the bedroom, the food, the kindness. The only thing Lais hasn’t been able to do is swear to work harder in the future.
Still, Lais felt good. As awful as all of this began, this felt like a new beginning for her. Maybe she and Lady Beneviento could be, if not friends, for a pious village girl like her would never deign to think herself equal to a Lord, then perhaps civil. Share a conversation once in a while. Stave off the loneliness that seemed to infect this house as much as the dust and mold did. That was all Lais wanted: good food, a warm bed, and a bit of kindness every now and then.
And if she didn’t deserve it? Well then, she would just have to work harder. Beneviento Manor was her home now, wasn’t it? She ought to make it a home. It was all she had now, since she could never, ever go back to that house. Not anymore. Not if she wanted to live.
What happens if atas and darlings baby come out a boy instead of a girl? Or later on in the kids life they come out as Trans, either a man or nonbinary instead of a gal? If Montclairs empire is woman run how do they handle a boy or non binary heir?
Atalanta would greatly prefer a daughter to continue the female Montclair dynasty, but a son will do. Remember, Atalanta's grandfather was the yandere; the lady-in-charge scheme has only been around for 2 generations.
If there was only one child that also turned out to be a son yandere, Atalanta would raise her son with love and guidance just like she would a daughter. She just likes girls better.
I should be asleep, but instead I'm just. Not. And in my brain's many wanderings I wondered about Noelle with a darling who was really passionate about something she literally could not do at home. Like. A team sport or volunteering or trying various escape rooms. Because we know she's very supportive, but how does that interact with her protectiveness when there's conflict? Especially with say a very physical sport or a mentally taxing role in the community? When being supportive means her darling is at a higher risk.
Noelle doesn't keep Darling inside ALL of the time, just most of the time. She would be (grudgingly) okay with you going out to do these things a few hours 1-2 times a week.
If it was something very taxing, she would try to gently steer you away from it. Perhaps something more calm, like puzzles!
What if Atalanta met her darling fo the first time while she was with Asteria and/or Jamie? How would those three react to that?
I'm imagining in this scenario that Atalanta is on vacation with her parents.
Atalanta would simply walk away! She can go on vacation with her parents at any time, but this is the first ever time she's meeting her Darling. It will never happen again. Asteria and Jamie will just have to go somewhere else. Perhaps the rest of the vacation will be cancelled. Ata doesn't care, she'll deal with it later.
Asteria and Jamie would be proud. Asteria is glad to gain another daughter. Jamie is a bit worried knowing the Montclair tendencies via their loves... and he will try to offer his daughter some advice. But he is glad for his baby to find love too.
How are the yanderes reacting to a darling who is studying to be a geologist? Like look at all my pretty rocks and let me rant about their scientific names and how they formed and what they are made up of down to the atom. Also what if the picked a career in it with field work? I was scrolling tik tok and saw a geologist that was studying an active volcano on site like during the eruption. (Obviously from a safe distance but still there while it was erupting!). Who do you think would lose their mind the most?
Vivien and the Geologist
Vivien and a geologist is an S-tier pairing.
Just think about it... two autistics living constantly in their special interests.
Your apartment is full of rocks and plants. The giant shelf by the window is Vivien's plants, his watering/soil/food implements, and his plant journals. The giant shelf in the corner is the rock shelf, covered in 1000 different rocks all seperated by method of creation, feel, hardness, and taste.
So much fucking ART on the walls. You have a ton of maps and Vivien has drawings of plants and their medicinal properties.
You both firmly believe in the use of both scientific and common names.
Both of you are extreme Earth lovers. Every weekend includes a stroll in the park where you both try to smuggle back plants and rocks to your apartment. Vivien likes to sprinkle native wildflower seeds and you explain erosion and how it affects sand.
Lots of little outdoor vacations. Camping, hiking, canoeing, stargazing, well interspersed with plant and rock identification.
Because you're a PhD student, you only have to be up early to teach classes a few days a week. You both switch off packing lunches for each other, and whoever gets home first starts dinner.
Vivien is perfect husband to bring to faculty events. Rocks and biology go hand in hand with his plant and ethnobotanical studies.
Maybe you even get into crystals and his shop can expand to healing crystals and herbal remedies.
Both of you love getting your hands dirty in the dirt.
Both of you love chewing on your special interest (literally).
Vivien would be 100% supportive of your field work!
Being a great scientist involves following relevant safety procedures, and Vivien trusts your judgement.
As a geologist, volcanos are obviously the coolest thing in the world. Vivien would never want to keep you from your work, especially when it's so amazing.
He would want 1000x pictures. He would want to come with if he could. He's not good for anything but manual labor but seeing an active volcano and lava is just too good to pass up.
Even if he can't go, Vivien is happy for you to go to work. He will gladly hold down the fort until you get back.
Mute darling finally warming up a bit to Ata, and signing "I will miss you." As she leaves for work, as they are seated on the couch reading a book with some herbal tea.
Domestic heaven for Ata...
Been thinking about this ask for the last month... it's so damn sweet!
Domestic love.
Meeting Ata for lunch at her office.
Going with her to Montclair Manor to spend the weekend with Jamie and Asteria.
Baking for Ata so the house smells like sugar and fruit when she comes home.
Ata brushing your hair after you bathe together.
Reading the same book together and talking about it every night.
Another one with Ata & escape artist darling who is just vibing. Darling does eventually get kidnapped by some people trying to ransom them. Big show about darling being tied up and stuff. Kidnappers think they hit jackpot, except for 1 thing. Darling just wanders off and vanishes with them also. So 20 minutes later they are losing it because their ransom is missing somehow. Darling shows up at atas parents place dirty and no explanation Completely calm and vibing like they just went for a walk.
Every thought ever wishing Darling wasn't such an escape artist goes immediately out the window. Ata was wrong, she is so thankful you are alive and safe and here. She pulls you into her arms, grateful for your very existence.
She's gonna have the kidnappers taken out tonight.
With ata and Noelle darling who struggles with constant suicidal thoughts and need for self harm. Like its just a normal thing for them to the point where they forget people usually dont have a near constant desire to die. And sometimes they just make off hand comments that lean on oh good god, ex you think if I down all my anxiety meds in one go it would kill me before you come back from the store. They aren't actively suicidal just constantly passively and ideation. Part1
(Some days are worse than others like no sharp days or they simply don't trust themselves alone so just vibe with yan at work. And they are extremely casual about it, usually the thoughts become background noise and just there for a second or 2, and darling is very good at detecting them and if they are in the serious side of things. They don't try to make jokes about a serious topic its just a demon that they got so used to that they just continue on as normal. Part2)
First of all, both of them are incredibly serious about it.
Both yans get you a (trusted) therapist. While they are glad that you're not actively suicidal, being passive isn't so good either. You need someone to work through your thoughts so you can eventually recover. A bribed therapist (and they will have to be bribed to ignore your rather... unconventional living situation) will meet with you whenever you want, letting you talk things out. This is the one thing the yans won't interfere with. As long as you're safe, your therapy is your own.
They're also both very very nervous about bad days. Even if it's a particularly good day, they would prefer you not stay alone. Ata asks the bodyguards to check on you often and Noelle does the same. Not to mention the cameras. On a bad day, you are escorted to the office and will stay within their sight at all times.
One thing I can see Noelle doing differently is I think that she would want you to have more external hobbies. She loves you to stay inside, but... you can't hurt yourself if you're outside and occupied. Noelle will fund anything, she just needs you to have some passion to occupy you to keep the thoughts quiet.
Darling goes out for a walk and calls the yans, yans cant pick up so darling leaves a message. "Hey baby im going to be late for dinner tonight, there's currently a knife in my chest and the PMs insist that I get it removed by surgery. Also the dude who did so is currently unable to walk bc i snapped his back like a stick, please eat without me bye" some guy attacked darling and darling got stabbed, darling also managed to break the guys back to keep him from proceeding with his murder attempt
This would send all three of them into total hysterics.
Atalanta is going to nearly fucking crucify this guy.
Noelle will keep you inside the entire time you recover and then some.
Vivien is still terrified for your safety but he's still pretty proud of you for breaking the guy's back. He'll still probably blind the guy too though.
Darling is having dinner with ata and her parents. The meal has been made to perfection, with so much work and time spent on it. Darling is fine with the stuff separate but the specific seasonings and base food combo make them feel very sick. Darling keeps quiet and eats everything still and hides the nausea because they don't want to be rude or make a fuss especially with the meals work. Middle of dinner darling leaves to be sick in the bathroom and the servants report it to ata and parents.
This is a failure all around. On everyone's shoulders except yours.
Ata feels awful because she failed to notice you were sick. Jamie and Asteria feel awful because they failed to be welcoming enough as In-Laws so that you felt you could come to them. The servants feel awful because they have to report to their Mistress that her Lady is sick. The chef feels awful because they failed to make a meal that didn't poison you.
You got the whole house falling apart.
First things first, everyone must ensure you're taken care of. Atalanta is in the trenches with you, kneeling on the floor of the bathroom with her sleeves rolled up (it's honestly kind of hot), holding back your hair and wiping your mouth. Carefully, she will help you to bed. Jamie and Asteria bring you some warm tea to settle your stomach, and they all crowd around you, watching you as you drink. Jamie even has tears in his eyes.
They're all lost. It can't be food poisoning because they are not sick themselves. Can't be sudden acid reflux, you're not prone to it. Can't be overeating, you barely touched your food. They all settle on an allergy. Atalanta checked your breathing and skin while you were vomiting so they feel safe that you aren't in immediate danger, they're just worried.
All of them listen intently as you explain. They fall over themselves to comfort you, to tell you that it's not your fault, you did nothing wrong Darling, just rest, they'll fix it.
Atalanta stays with you. She won't leave your side for the rest of the night. Asteria speaks to the chef and the servants, telling them what happens. Everyone feels terrible. The chef isn't to blame, it's not their fault, we just need to ensure this never happens again. Jamie goes to the kitchen, making some light toast and cut fruit for you. You must still be hungry, you barely ate.
You can tell them anything, Darling. Especially if you're sick.
