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OTHER FANDOMS

MULTIFANDOM & ETC.

random thought

loser gamer boyfriend headcannons

SITETAMPO

sitetampo fic

playing with sitetampo's hair

rivals to lovers (sitetampo)

cuddling sitetampo

soft spot (sitetampo)

sitetampo x college student reader

sitetampo's cheeks

tickle and tease sitetampo

kissing sitetampo

peppering sitetampo's face with kissies

LINK CLICK

comforting you after a hard time

THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY

what andrew's kinks are

yandere andrew

husband + daddy andrew

losing virginity with andrew

yandere andrew pt.2

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

sylus's favourite things to do

JUJUTSU KAISEN

gojo with insecure reader

WINDBREAKER

taking care of sakura

motivation to study?? (suo, sakura)

letting you ride sakura

courting stages (suo, sakura)

sakura takes care of you

overwhelmed reader (suo, sakura)

fixing suo's hair

the weird kid in school (suo, sakura)

big brother sakura

WUTHERING WAVES

xiangli yao headcanons

it slipped out, i'm sorry / xiangli yao

xiangli yao nsfw alphabet

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Let's bully Phainon cuz he hasn't gone through enough yet (°-°)

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cr arts (on X): @nineeeeeeeeo | @SaiprinSK

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had a thought. acc idk if this is good jump me

edit: holy shit i edited this but it didnt save so re-edited hi guys

"anaxagoras?"

his hand had barely made contact with the cold metal of the doorknob, stuck in place the moment he caught your voice. the flamechaser turned to face you, his face conflicted. "where are you going?"

your hair is a mess, likely in a rush to get out of bed the moment you got up. his words feel stuck in his throat, his fingertips still lingering on the knob. "dove."

the seriousness in his tone makes you worry, but also understand. there's always been something special between you two, the gift to understand one another with just a few words.

but it killed him to think you were so quick to accept it.

that he was leaving—and this time, he's not sure he can promise that he can come home.

"...it's not too late, you know that?"

in just a few steps, you're standing infront of your husband, taking his left hand into yours and playing with the ring on his finger. "i can keep you here, hide you away from the world burning down around us." your breathing is uneven, and it kills him to feel just how much your shaking. "all you have to do is choose it."

bringing his hand to your lips, you press a trembling kiss to his knuckles, a last ditch effort to change everything.

to make him stay.

"any other time i would've let you talk me out of it." anaxagoras moves his hand to cup your cheek, bringing you close with a single deep breath. "but not this time, you know i can't." he whispered, forcing those words out of his lips, because he knows he'd mean it if he said he would've.

and he knows he shouldn't. "i love you, dove. i really, really do. live a good life, a long one. fulfill the dreams we vowed to achieve together, because i'll still be here. you just won't see me anymore."

"i love you, anaxa."

"you'll forever be the first and last to ever hold my heart, dove."

the door clicks shut behind him, and the tears he's held in for too long has already begun to blind him. he wants to go home, and it's behind a door that he knows he won't go through again after tonight.

through his blurry vision, the glint of his ring catches his attention. slowly, yearningly, he kisses his knuckles with a forced sob.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

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crazy to me how anaxa is so easily ready to sacrifice parts of himself for the sake of his alchemical research to the truth, whereas su absolutely hates sacrifice. however, they are Much more similar than one may think.

MEI had offered for su to take the lead of project stigma, aka their most dangerous project, yet also the one with the highest success rate outcome. su accepted even though he hoped it would never have to be initiated - because he hates sacrifice. project stigma would wipe out everyone who wasn't immune to the honkai, effectively killing off a ginormous majority of the human population.

su hates sacrifices, but he has such a savior complex to the point where he's Also entirely willing to be self-sacrificial.

when him and kevin fought within the seed of sumeru, he was willing to put his life on the line to stop kevin. he KNEW he was so much weaker than kevin yet still made an attempt to try to fight him to stop him from initiating project stigma. su did it out of love for humanity and love for kevin and MEI.

they trusted and loved him too - had they not, then MEI would have never placed her trust in him to carry out protect valuka and project regulator. to trust him to bring kevin back to his senses if he ever strayed from the right path. because they both knew kevin would become so much more distraught and tired of everything than he already was, after MEI's passing. had they not, then kevin would have killed him during their fight within the seed of sumeru. he would not have thrown su out of the seed and told him to continue with valuka, letting himself sink into the sea of quanta.

if su did not love, he would not have cried with MEI when he made the promise to her. if su did not love, he would have never regularly checked on kevin while the man was in the sea of quanta. if he never loved, he would have died without holding the memory of him and kevin from their high school days close to his heart.

anaxa has sacrificed his left eye, his heart, his blood, and probably much more for the sake of his objectives. from trying to see his deceased sister one last time, to carving his own heart out to be able to guide castorice on her own path, to reveal the truth of the world's fundamentals to be able to leave behind answers for phainon who is destined to bear the weight of the new world, for his teachings to leave such an impact on hyacine and phainon, as if he were still guiding them despite not being alive anymore. everything was out of love and the belief he had put in humanity.

if anaxa did not love and believe, he would have never tried to rush back to his sister. if he did not love and believe, he would have never told families of the passing of their loved ones after we arrived back to okhema from the grove. if he did not love and believe, he would not have put his faith into castorice and pushed her to find the truth. if he did not love and believe, he would not have trusted phainon to be able to remind him of his past life in the next life, in case he himself couldn't retrieve his own memories.

when we see the flashback of empedocles and anaxa talking in the 3.2 quest, empedocles tells anaxa to promise to never harm himself again, to not do anything taboo again such as sacrifice parts of himself for his research. and yet, as we clearly know, that promise did not stand, and it is because he loves too much.

su was against project stigma, never kevin himself. anaxa was against the flame-chase journey, not hyacine, or castorice, or phainon, or any of the other heirs (not even aglaea, whom he didn't see eye to eye with because of differing beliefs).

both su and anaxa love so much, and yet one of the only ways they know how to show it is through sacrifice

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raising a family with him

(cw: brief mention of pregnancy, but gender-neutral reader)

-anaxagoras is not exactly someone who would be described as "good with kids," but he treats them well in his own way. he respects their intelligence and agency and speaks to them like adults while keeping in mind that their brains are still developing; there's no need for him to be overly harsh with them, they are simply learning. he too was once a curious child scorned and ridiculed by adults. when he thinks back to those memories, he scoffs and tells himself that he would never be so cold-hearted.

-so this is my pitch that he would be a great father. he's very well-informed from the day you tell him you're expecting or when the two of you decide to adopt a child. as a naturally curious person, he reads all the books he can get his hands on about the process of child development and rearing; hell, he might even start writing his own books if he's not satisfied with the current knowledge. if something is to be done right then it obviously has to be done by himself!

-anaxagoras is already used to running on odd hours and little sleep, so it doesn't particularly bother him that having a baby in the house means that neither of you will be sleeping much for a while. when you wake up dazed in the middle of the night to the sound of crying, he's already out of bed and telling you to go back to sleep while he goes to check on your little one. you ask if the noise bothers him, and he just chuckles and shakes his head.

"a vigorous child is something to be cherished. who am i to say that they cannot assert their opinions at such a young age?"

-he is so cute. it goes without saying that your child's bedroom is filled with soft dromas toys of many kinds, from plushies to board books, and they grow up with an appreciation for amphoreus' humble creatures. being a teacher means that anaxagoras is always trying to enrich his kid's mind and teach them new things, but he also knows that having fun is important too; he follows whatever your child is interested in and indulges those interests wherever possible. he probably crafts a few toys himself just because he can.

-he hasn't forgotten the warmth of his big sister and the hospitality of his hometown, and he's just as kind and selfless to his child as he remembers how he was cared for. this new family is an invaluable gift that he never takes for granted. as long as you are happy and your child is raised well and safely, he'll drink more coffee, excuse himself from lectures, and endure the trials of parenthood with his usual nonchalance and lunacy.

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hiii!! i love ur writing its so cute ohgggggh☹️☹️ can i request for phainon with a reader that has so much love for him that they get cute aggression on him? like them squeezing the hell out of him n squishing n pulling his cheeks😞

hi anonnie, thank u sm :3 <3 sorry this is very simple!!! i hope u still like it (@￣□￣@;)！！

"you're so pretty, it isn't fair."

phainon is a happy boy, having you sat on his lap—as you dote on him for being pretty. and it's not like he doesn't know that, there's a reason he has such an intricate skincare routine.

your hands cup both sides of his face, playing around with angles as you tilt his head here and there. so all he has to do is give you the sweetest smile and you're weak, pressing those kisses that get him all soft. "thannkkk you, angel." his voice drips with nothing but love, with a hint of need.

best believe he whines when you pull away, though he catches that you've got some weird look in your eyes—like you're studying him—as if he hasn't told you everything you could ever know about him.

"hm?" "nothing just.."

your hands squish his face, and he makes a noise about it. oh gods.

"cute.." now you may look like an ethereal being but now it feels like you're trying to sculpt his body into one, treating his face like clay as you squeeze and pull on it over and over. "amgh— anghl— angel!"

he's put his hands over yours, effectively stopping you from basically ripping his skin off. "phainon?"

"my face hurts.." he mumbled, pressing feather light kisses to the palm of your hand. "make me feel better."

he's puckering his lips like an idiot now.

and you fall for it every time.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

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this would go so hard lowk

may i suggest: a soulmate au with anaxa, specifically the one where the partners can see what happens on the other’s skin (e.g. if you doodle on your arm, it appears on your soulmate’s, too)

imagine: you’re minding your own business one day when half of your vision suddenly goes dark. the sensation in your eye is cold and tingling, like nothing you have ever experienced before. panicked, wondering whether something harmful entered your eye, you hurry to the mirror. you are shocked to see a blue chasm, dotted with starlight, in the place where your left eye used to be.

a few years later, something similar occurs. you’re writing a letter to your family when you feel a sharp burning sensation in your right hand. you glance down and see a red, winding mark slowly forming on your skin until it settles into twin threads intertwining around some sort of red gemstone. 

the last straw is when you wake up one day to find your heart missing, a starry void similar to the one in your eye gaping in the centre of your torso. you’ve had enough of this; these strange transformations, the mysterious equations you notice appearing on your skin from time to time. if you don’t figure out what’s going on, you suspect it’s only a matter of time until you’re no longer human. you decide to seek your soulmate out. 

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shutting up anaxa with a kiss must be so satisfying. he probably doesn't think much of it the first time, but if you do it repeatedly, he probably gets really flustered.

"will you let me finish?" he'll ask. anaxa will have trouble looking at you after the fifth kiss, his gaze drifting elsewhere.

"you're more than welcome to," you'll giggle, "don't let me distract you."

to that, he'll have no response. he knows there's no point in arguing, especially when he's enjoying the attention and your mischievous smile. he really wanted to finish what he was saying earlier, but once he realizes that he's anticipating your kiss more than finishing his sentences, he knows it's over for him.

if you stop kissing him mid-sentence, he might take it upon himself to initiate it or outright ask why you stopped kissing him. "you seemed to be enjoying yourself," he'd say without meeting your eyes. "i was just wondering if you were feeling alright."

(you think it's hilarious that he'd try to maintain his image in a moment like this. even though he's not meeting your eyes, you can see him looking at your lips every so often. he's so cute.)

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based on your most recent anaxa post... would he be sad if he found reader's journal entries, full of their misery but unwilling love for him, and in the last one they just write: "he is the knife i turn inside myself." and stop there

(anaxa mental breakdown?)

love mail — 🍒 ⨾ IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY WHEN PEOPLE READ THAT HC POST AND ASK ME TO ELABORATE FURTHER ON IT! not exactly the request but i still feel like it's gut wrenching,, this was acc v personal to me cause that diary entry came from my own poetry lol

after another late night, anaxagoras is finally walking out of the jail cell that is his lab. he wasn't doing anything interesting either, just grading a couple of papers, which brings more dread as he comes to a conclusion that some of his students will definitely be seeing him over the summer break.

but nevermind that, he just wants to be in bed, and by your side. because if he stands for any longer or has to think about another grammatical error, he's going to start pulling his hair out. and at this rate he really doesn't want to die young, and also bald.

as he opens the door, he calls out to you. "dove?" he also just wants to see if you're awake, and considering the fact it's 3am, he's glad to not get a response. quietly walking into the room and towards the closet, he passes by your desk that still has the lamp on and an open notebook. noting that it's probably research or something personal, he makes sure to close it after changing.

when he had already slipped into much comfier clothing, anaxa walks back to flip off the light, when a page from the notebook caught his attention.

the handwriting is messier, seemingly written during an unfocused state of mind. but then he notices his name, and how it seems to be a diary entry written about him.

the date of entry catches his eye and makes him shiver, this was written three years ago. and to sugarcoat it with a bucket of sucrose, anaxa was not a good man. hell, he could barely consider himself one for how he treated you. he was immature, cruel, and worst of all—undeserving. he didn't deserve your kindness or patience with him, for all the nights he knew you cried as you slept alone in a cold, empty bed.

the curiosity is eating away at him, you had forgiven him for his horrible attitude and he had learned to forgive himself, but he just.. he can't explain it. to understand just how much he hurt you will feel like the punishment he deserves, and so he brings the diary close and begins to read.

"ask me about anaxagoras and i'll tell you that the very same lips that kiss my head goodnight would argue with me for hours, that his hatred for the world ran deeper than the love he had for me—that the person he chose, he wouldn't dare to lay in the same bed with.

ask me about anaxagoras and i'll tell you that I know he can be good, that I can see the love he tries to bury so deep inside. but then he'll blow up, his anger gets the better of him, and suddenly we are strangers again. that our time together, our progress, becomes nothing. and his need to be right consumes the caring, loving part of him. even if he doesn't think it's there, i see it. but i'm starting to think that our conversations don't work because he's just a nicer person in my head.

but if you asked me to truly be honest about him, i would say he is the knife that i turn inside myself. i deeply crave his love, but the closer i try to get, the further the blade pierces through my heart.

i admit that i'm soft, but i don't want to have to bleed in order to love you. i need you to admit that you're too rough."

the room is quiet, and anaxa turns to your sleeping form with tears in his eyes. you were always so much stronger than him, and would say you are more deserving of the flamechaser title but he would never want you to suffer the fate he will.

to think that he could have died making you feel so unloved, it makes him sick. though he knows that you, in all your kindness, had forgiven him completely.

but how many nights have you cried for arms that never held you? how many conversations became simple exchanges of hello because you could never speak to him?

how much guilt must he carry for it to purify him?

and so he walks to the bed, quietly. he can't wake you now, not after he's done enough wrongdoings.

"my sweet dove." he mumbles, barely above a whisper. "please do not wake, don't stir. just sleep and let me carry the weight of the world for you for once."

he cups your face into his hands and press gentle kisses to your temple, your nose, your cheeks, the corners of your lips—muttering promises and apologies that you deserve to hear, but have also heard a thousand times.

he must reassure himself quietly, that his hatred will not last forever. that he is above the high that comes in indulging in these bad habits.

and that you will still be there when he comes back down.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

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some slop from my twitter account........... i just talk to the wall there im ngl

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i love anaxagoras from hit gacha game honkai: star rail

ty @parsapuff for making his hair i actually crashed out when i saw it

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kissing the back of anaxa's marked hand and watching him actively try not to appear as bashful as he feels... yeah turn me up actually

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stealin’ sweet kisses- various hsr characters x reader 

synopsis: playing the pocky game with your boyfriend! that’s it, send tweet. part 2! 

warnings: uh, none? other than that, idk if my beginner/novice writing counts as a warning. 

word count: 1.4k (oh lord, it’s longer than part 1!)

author’s note: part 1 did pretty well, so here's part 2 no one asked for! i’ll link part 1 here! no beta, we die like my favorite side characters in books! posting this after having a mental breakdown sure is the way to go, huh! disclaimer in part 1 that i'll include here: i genuinely don't know how to write kiss scenes at all! other than like a peck on the lips, but hey, it’s the thought that counts, right… right? title was a suggestion from a mootie of mine for part 1, credits to them for the title (credits to you, Sage, lol!)! hope you enjoy! <3

tagging: @axolotsofluv, @sqgeism, @vyyper, @your-sleeparalysisdem0n, @cmiru, @unriding, @sheyfu, @threnodians. @strwbrydreamz, @chokifandom, @sillyseraphie, @riaruu, + @m1ckeyb3rry! lmk if you’d like to be added to the taglist! 

Anaxa: 

how you managed to get your lover to agree to this is beyond you. you just slid the box across his desk, then retreated to the cute reading nook in the home office. Anaxa gave you a skeptical look before sighing and making his way over to you. he sits on the ottoman your legs were resting on and he hands you a stick of pocky. 

“you wanted me to indulge in a game? fine. but make it quick, i have things to do.” he says as he rubs shapes on your thighs near your knees. yeah, he totally does not have the time to indulge you. what a loser (lovingly). but upon seeing the smile appear on your face after his confirmation, he thinks he’ll be sparing more time with you than he should. (he brought the whole box when he made his way over to you, by the way. he’s definitely whipped.)

 so you sat up in your chair, took the stick of pocky from his hand, and waited for him to be ready. he looked… nervous? the great Anaxagoras, reduced to a slightly blushing mess and slightly fidgety. the whole time you had been watching him, he was fidgeting with the box of pocky, and clearly avoiding eye contact with you. no matter, it’s whatever. you gesture him with a wave of your hand to come closer, and he sets the box of sweet treats next to him. part of the sweet treat he’s able to taste and as you lean closer, Anaxa cannot bring himself to look at you at all. you’d think for all his bravado he’d be able to do something as simple as holding eye contact but no. and as the stick breaks right in the middle, before either one of you can pull away, he cradles the back of your head with a hand and initiates a kiss. short and sweet before pulling away. now both of you look rather flustered. 

best to play the game again, no? 

Argenti: 

your lover agreed with no resistance and no questions asked... mostly! he seems rather excited to play this silly game with you, bless him. so here you both are, sitting in the living room of your home. a rare moment for Argenti to be with you given how often he travels. he leaves tomorrow, unfortunately, but you thought playing pocky with him could be a fun ritual you start doing the night before he leaves. granted, it makes it harder for Argenti to leave you in the morning, but seeing how giddy and happy it makes you both makes it worth it. so here you were on your sofa, a box of pocky in your hand as you explain (again, it’s been a while!) the rules of the game. 

“so the point is to get as close to the middle of the stick and not break it. we're supposed to kiss, i think,” you explained.

“so what happens if i break it?” he questions.

“you eat it, and we try again!” you reply excitedly. 

let the game begin. 

dear aeons, you never realized how good Argenti was at this game. he’s locked in, keeping eye contact, and being very sweet. if he senses you getting nervous, he breaks the stick off and waits for you to compose yourself before returning. and bless him, he’s so sweet and patient, that’s gotta mean something, right? 

so after you break the stick for the first time, before you lean back and can escape, he kisses you. nothing rough or mean, almost as light as a peck, but it’s just a bit more. right as you begin to reciprocate, he pulls away, leaving you wanting more. 

you know the game he’s playing, and you can see the slightly mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks at you. 

“one more time, beloved?”

Boothill:

always on the run, you both are. always getting into some kind of trouble. except this time, the trouble in question is a game of pocky and doesn’t seemingly have any consequences. which is good, you both need a break from the run and chase you’re constantly on. now that you think about it, maybe being in an alleyway in penacony wasn’t your brightest move. anyone could see you both and report you. not that common folk would, but people who know about you and Boothill might. just a hunch. but you were in a dark alleyway, Boothill leaning against the wall, his legs spread just a bit, and you were standing in between his legs, just chatting. and Boothill was trying so hard to pay attention, but he noticed the box of pocky in your pocket. 

“what’s the box for, sweetheart?”

“boredom, mostly… also i need sugar.”

“don’t know how ya’d need it if we’re on the run. and i'll give ya some sugar,” he winked. you rolled your eyes at the latter comment. 

“i mean for after the adrenaline wears off…” you mutter. your lover chuckles at the faux pout you started making after your previous statement. he places a hand on your hip and fishes through your pocket and gets the box of pocky out. 

“up for a little game?”

“Boothill, we're literally supposed to be running right now,” you deadpan. he laughs.

“you don’t know how to have fun, sweetheart! just one round, i promise,” he replies. 

and so the game begun. he pulls a stick out of the pack and places one part in his mouth and you place the other part in your mouth. as you inch closer, one of Boothill’s hands remains at your hip while the other one rests on the back of your neck. the cool metal of his arm makes you tilt your head up impossibly more. you reach the middle of the stick and instead of a quick peck, it’s a passionate kiss. he cradles your head so you can’t let go just yet, and he notices you’re quite ready to let go either. give or take a few seconds, you tap his robotic chest with your finger, a sign to let you breathe. you both part. the tips of his ears are a bit pink and you look a bit flushed. you’re just about to get comfortable in the silence you both have before hearing a loud  “freeze!” which makes you both turn your heads.

guess you’re back on the run.

Mydei: 

a rough mission kinda brought you down. and sometimes when you’re down, you’ll head to the marketplace in Okhema just to see if anything interesting is there. and wouldn’t you know it, a seller was giving out a box of pocky with every purchase! you bought a couple of baking ingredients and got your free box of pocky, and honestly? made your bad day a lot better, which was really nice. so when you got home and saw Mydei on the couch in the living room on his teleslate (literally it’s a phone, why do they call it that, ew), you thought nothing of it. you head to the kitchen and unload the few baking supplies you purchased: sugar and flour. it wasn’t a lot, and you didn’t need help putting it away. you knew that Mydei would come and help you put the couple of groceries away anyway (he always did, it was an unspoken agreement between the two of you for whatever reason.). so after you unload the flour and sugar, you sit on the counter and open the box of pocky you got. it was your favorite flavor too, how nice! as you do, Mydei comes in between your legs and watches as you fiddle with the box and bag inside. he wordlessly takes the bag from your hands, opens it, and pulls a stick out.

“what is this for?” he looks skeptically at the flavored treat, which makes you laugh slightly. 

“you take one portion of the stick in your mouth, your partner does the same. then you essentially get as close as you can without breaking the stick. the goal is to kiss, i think. but i also eat this by myself,” you reply after a moment’s hesitation. 

and without instruction, Mydei places part of the stick he took out into his mouth and gestures for you to do the same. so you do, you’re not an idiot to refuse him, especially if he’s offering! you both lean in and while the stick breaks pretty close to the middle, Mydei doesn’t pull away. he kisses you briefly before pulling away. he looks at you and smirks a bit.

“wanna try again, or are you going to quit? i thought the goal was to not break it.”

oh it’s SO on now. 

©2025 strawbairicake. do not repost, copy, translate, modify, or use for AI.

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two hearts that beat as one.

-anaxagoras is... most definitely a very lonely person. there are very few people who understand him or can be considered close to him, and he feels that he's destined to a solitary search for knowledge. when he contemplates, he does it alone in the shade of the forest, far from others. his nights are cold and lacking the warmth of another person.

-which is to say that when he notices your habit, your search for a heart that isn't yours, he gets where the impulse comes from. physical touch and companionship is important to human beings, he understands--just not him, the martyr for progress. however, seeing you look so lonely reminds him of the lack within his own heart. he grows introspective, pondering the nature of humans to seek out each other and snuggle up for company. such a world has never been his to belong to.

-when you are close to him and touch becomes a regular part of your relationship, he becomes fond of taking your hand and pressing it to his chest. the first time he does it, his pulse starts to race uncomfortably, and he hopes you don't notice the shake in his breath as he feels the exquisite warmth of your hand. "if a heartbeat is what you seek, i am right here. for as long as this frail body of mine walks this earth, my heart is yours." he takes it in stride during subsequent interactions, but there's a softness in his gaze that even he doesn't notice when he sees how his heartbeat soothes you and makes you grow still. if even someone considered so strange and unkind by others can bring you comfort, he thinks, perhaps that's also a kind of magic.

-in the evening after a long day, he lets you rest your head on his chest to hear the sounds of his body. it's a comfort to hear the blood rushing through his heart, and it reminds you that your lover is really and truly here with you. if you haven't seen each other all day, the chill of loneliness melts away once you feel him near. for all he lectures about the soul, sometimes it is really quite simple: the two of you pressed together, alive and filling the spaces in each others' hearts.

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"hey bro pass me the salt"

"...bro? you're not getting the salt"

yup, it was a bad idea, you knew it but the idea seemed hilarious! you never really call him anything other than his name or love, honey or sweetheart. but bro? or even dude? yeah no, never.

he seemed genuinely offended, he was casually eating and savouring every bite of his favourite meal that you cooked and instead of intimately asking him "how's the food honey?" you go for "pass me the salt bro" ? criminal offense you should be jailed.

and he is so damn dramatic that he too refused to call you anything but bro. at first you passed it off as like him getting back at you but it's been 2 WEEKS FOR GOD'S SAKE! if pettiness was a human then it would be them, literally.

"okay fine! I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you bro even though it sounded silly!"

you cling to his arm, out of frustration, and touch-starved as creases between your brows and a frown adorns your face. you nuzzle your face and rub it on his biceps in an attempt to break down that wall. "please baby please?" you make puppy eyes at him. this one's gotta work...

he hesitates for a moment before sighing and dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your lips. "anything but bro dear... please... I would want nothing but endearments and my name falling from your lips" and another kiss.

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