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Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

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I Guess It’s A Date?

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The sun trembled as it cast its weak rays through a bleak winter sky, frost smothering what little grass dared to grow. Nohrian winters were harsh and unforgiving, even on this relatively warm day. Lakche wasn’t quite sure why Soleil had been eager to meet outdoors for lunch. Surely whatever meal she had planned, it could be enjoyed wherever they pleased. Drawing her cloak more tightly around her, Lakche marched towards the pink hair she could see on the horizon. At the very least, it made Soleil easy to pick out in a crowd.

“Well, I’m here,” Lakche grumbled, trying her best to pretend she wasn’t suffering in the cold. “I didn’t mean to make you wait for me.” Admittedly, she had lingered a bit longer than necessary on her way out the door, relishing those last moments of warmth before she would expose herself to the elements. Even bundled up as she was, she still shivered as a cold wind cut straight through every layer of clothing she wore. Why hadn’t she objected to this when she’d had the chance?

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The force of the next kiss sent Soleil’s heart soaring, but it was over much too fast. Eyes fluttering open, she glances up to try and gauge the situation-

Oh.

OH.

They’re…not doing their job very well, are they? Woops.

Soleil clears her throat a bit, a nervous smile forming on her lips; contrary to what everyone thinks, she did indeed inherit some of her father’s anxiety about having everyone’s eyes on her.

“Of course,” she replies, immediately straightening herself out and smoothing her hair where it had been pressed against the stone. “Tomorrow, over lunch?”

Lakche hesitated, entirely surprised by Soleil’s suggestion. When she had said later, she hadn’t anticipated Soleil actually naming a time and place, nor had she expected Soleil to be quite so eager. Later was supposed to refer to the concept of an unknown later to be revealed only at the time Lakche chose, wasn’t it? Perhaps Soleil hadn’t quite understood.

“Sure, fine, whatever,” Lakche huffed, eager to end the conversation and get everyone’s eyes off of her. “Tomorrow. Lunch. Got it.” Well, if they were to be working together, they ought to spend a bit of time getting to know each other, right? Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. It couldn’t be any worse than getting caught doing something so humiliating by an entire party filled with people who could and would use it as leverage against your charge. Nothing would be quite as bad as that, really.

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First kiss, huh? Soleil does, admittedly, feel a little bad about that. If she’d known, she’d never have done all this, really. She makes a mental note to apologize later. Right now, however…

Soleil isn’t afraid to admit that it was no contest on her side - she lets herself melt against Lakche this time, fingers digging into the other retainer’s arms and maybe, just maybe, pulling her a little…closer.

She’s losing this fight completely willingly, Soleil decides. 

Eyes shut tight as she pressed into the kiss, Lakche genuinely didn’t realize Soleil had begun to lean against her until she had broken away from the kiss for a brief, desperate gulp of air. It seemed so strange that she failed to notice the increased weight pressing against her, the fingernails digging hard into her skin, searching for anything to hold onto lest Soleil melt away entirely. Had she-- and Lakche shuddered at the thought-- actually been enjoying herself so much that she lost herself in the kiss, even if only for a moment?

She didn’t allow herself time to find the answer to that question. Instead, she dove back in, this time using the force of the kiss to pin Soleil back against the door frame again. Her eyes fluttered open and, as she happened to glance around, she stopped pressing into the kiss, horror dawning upon her. While Soleil and Lakche had been absorbed in their own little world, the remainder of the party certainly had not. All around the room, eyes were trained on the pair, murmurs floating around the crowd, coupled with cheers and enthusiastic cries Lakche couldn’t quite make out. Sheepishly, she pulled quickly away from Soleil, all thoughts of a challenge vanished into the air.

“Don’t,” Lakche cut Soleil off before she could even begin to talk. “Don’t. We’ll discuss this later.”

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Soleil splutters.

“I- I’m not scared!” What a silly thing to even suggest! And- wow, Lakche’s muscles felt amazing underneath her hands, and-

Oh, she was in too deep. Oh well.

“Listen, if you want me to keep kissing you, all you have to do is say something. I don’t mind.” Soleil even stands up a little straighter, and gently rests her forehead against Lakche’s a knowing smirk on her face. “After all, you’re not one to back down, are you, Lakche?”

A sharp intake of breath at Soleil’s words created a soft hissing sound, Lakche’s eyes narrowing. Her face remained just as red, the blush perhaps even spreading-- in the low light, it was a little hard to tell. Her every sensibility screamed at her that it was a trap, but it was too late; Soleil had targeted Lakche’s weak point. Lakche wasn’t about to let Soleil make a comment like that without teaching her a lesson.

“...This isn’t how I imagined my first kiss going,” Lakche grumbled, barely loud enough for Soleil to hear. She did not verbally answer Soleil’s comment, but it was certainly apparent enough that the other girl’s ploy had worked. Reservations aside, Lakche was still caught up in the wonder of how soft Soleil’s lips were, of the strangely sweet taste they carried. She knew she had lost the upper hand, especially now that Soleil was pushing her back, but she would fight on, lips valiantly pressed against Soleil’s, locked in their continuing battle.

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This is…

…certainly not what Soleil expects.

Soleil stumbles backwards, her shoulders and back hitting the doorframe. “Wh-” she starts, but her protest is cut off, and… Soleil has to use everything she can in her power to not melt against Lakche.

Gently, Soleil’s hands find her partner’s biceps and pushes her away - there’s a slightly wild look in her eyes, past the confusion. “You- you know you didn’t have to do that, right? I mean, I’m not complaining about kissing you, especially since you’re so pretty, and I like you! But you…you didn’t need to do that just because it’s “right”, I promise.”

Lakche’s determination did not falter, even despite Soleil’s unexpected resistance. From what little she knew about the other girl, Lakche had never thought her the type to turn down anything like that. Not that it particularly mattered-- this was, after all, a battle, and Lakche was going to win. She even flexed her arms a little to make sure Soleil got a good feel of her muscles, just to make sure she knew who was in charge.

“What, are you scared?” Lakche’s words were a clear challenge, made only more obvious by the way she stepped back in towards Soleil, closing the distance between them once again. “I know what I’m doing. This is the only time this is going to happen, so I’m damn well going to make the most of it.” ...Wait. That wasn’t what she had wanted to say. Just like that, her confident demeanor had vanished like smoke, a bright red blush standing out against her otherwise pale skin. Violet eyes wide, she did not speak, keeping her mouth tightly shut for fear it would betray her again.

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Whether she wanted this to happen or not, Lakche wasn’t about to do anything halfheartedly. Soleil had presented a challenge to her, and she simply could not back down. Lakche scowled, arms crossed, as she looked Soleil up and down, gauging what kind of an opponent she would be. Lakche was fairly confident she could win this fight, if only because Soleil wouldn’t be difficult at all to disarm.

“That was not a kiss,” Lakche huffed. “If we’re going to do this, we have to do it right.” And then, without any further warning, she stepped in, pushing Soleil back against the doorframe. Lakche’s lips crashed into Soleil’s in a deep, albeit clumsy, kiss. She didn’t have the heart to admit it, but Soleil had accidentally stolen her first kiss; perhaps, in some strange way, this was her revenge, or simply fulfilling her idea of what a first kiss should be like.

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Lakche is very pretty - so, so pretty, and when Soleil sees her, she can’t help but tease her a little, and get her riled up. The perfect way to do that? have someone else set up mistletoe above her before she approaches, of course!

Her dad will be so proud.

She’s already grinning in delight at how flustered her fellow retainer is, eyes sparkling with unshed tears of mirth and laughter. “Don’t worry!” she assures, and swoops in easily to press a soft kiss against the other’s mouth, gone as quick as it came.

“That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”

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What this strange boy was doing in the market square was beyond Lakche, but he couldn’t stand out more even if he tried. From the full-body cloak he wore with the hood pulled up, to his brilliant red hair, to the awe and bewilderment in his eyes, to the fact that he was easily the youngest person there unsupervised, it was clear that he did not belong there. Was he lost? He was probably lost. Lakche herself wasn’t exactly supposed to be there either, but they were supposed to help people in need, right?

“Are you lost?” Lakche asked a little too firmly. Combined with the scowl she had plastered across her face, the sentence might have seemed like a threat. She really hadn’t intended to come across as hostile; it was purely an accident, and she hadn’t even realized how hostile she seemed.

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Fake relationship

“I’ll buy you coffee if you hold my hand for five minutes.”

“Please just pretend you know me.”

“I thought you’d never show up!”

“One date to meet the family. Would you really say no to free food?”

“You only have to wear the ring until they notice.”

“What’s the harm if we’re never going to see each other again?”

“But I don’t even know your name!”

“I’m not sure we can pull this off.”

“They’re going to be furious if they find out.”

“I get to have a sexy partner for a day, and you get to have a story to tell your grandchildren.”

“Just kiss me and act like you do it every day.”

“If you keep staring at me like that, everyone’s going to see right through us.”

“Well, darling? Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

“I know we’re strangers, but can you at least hug me back?”

“I’ll do all the talking, you just stand there and look pretty.”

“I can’t do this! I’m the worst liar ever!”

“I’ll do it, but only if we get to go on a real date later.”

“Look, I only hacked into your account to change your relationship status.”

“You look terrified. Please smile before someone thinks I threatened you.”

“This is temporary, I promise!”

“This is only temporary, right?”

“So how long do you need me to be your secret spouse?”

“I think you’re mistaking me for someone charming.”

“Of all the people here, why me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, you just happened to be closest.”

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Send 🎄 for our characters under a mistletoe!

She was only at this party for Siegbert. As retainer to the prince, it was Lakche’s duty to ensure he was safe at all times, and there was no better time for an assassin to sneak up on him than at a party. Unlike certain other retainers, she took her duty quite seriously. Siegbert rarely ever escaped her watchful eye, and that was just the way it should be.

Unfortunately, that meant attending parties.

Lakche had never particularly enjoyed the clamor of such gatherings, whatever the occasion might be. All the people pushing past each other made things downright claustrophobic, and she could barely even find room to breathe. On top of that, she couldn’t hear anyone trying to actually talk to her because of how loud everything was. How was she supposed to protect her prince if she had to fight through such a crowd just to reach him, and she wouldn’t be able to get his attention no matter how loud she yelled?

Lakche had taken her place on the outskirts of the party as quickly as possible, standing there and nursing a drink she couldn’t quite identify as her eyes scanned the crowd. The coast seemed to be clear, unfortunately. She actually rather wished someone would try to pull something stupid. At least then she’d get some entertainment.

When the pink-haired girl approached her, Lakche was, admittedly, rather confused. She knew who Soleil was-- they did both serve the same lord, after all-- but had never really spoken to the other. Lakche had gone the entire night without realizing she had been standing underneath mistletoe; the first person to call her attention to it was Soleil.

“Y-you,” Lakche hissed, eyes wide with shock at the revelation. “You must’ve planted this! I-- I have no obligation to... oh, fine. Whatever. Just... let’s make this quick, alright?”

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Just a quick heads up, I do have a page for Lakche’s different verses, although right now it’s just Fates verse and Persona 5. If anyone wants to rp either of those, I’d be more than happy to!

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caraidean:

“Mind if you…oh!” Ced blinked, pausing. His grip on his book tightened for a moment as he finally processed what the woman was asking him, and then he cleared his throat and sat up straight - shuffling to the side to make some more room as he gave her a weak smile.

“Sure.” He said quietly, keeping his arms close to his lap - book shut and put aside. The last thing he needed was for her to start screaming anything should he touch something by mistake.

Why was she even here? Sure, they’d been marching together - and, well, the ambush had caught their part of theline. Maybe Lakche felt responsible for the hammer that had damn near crushed his thigh, he thought idly. He’d missed one foe while using Holsety’s wind to protect them all from arrows, blindly assuming that Lakche had had his back.

Which she had, and done admirably, but…she was only one woman. She couldn’t be everywhere. He waited for her to sit next to him, an even more awkward silence filling the room before he coughed. “Ah, thank you. For the blanket, I mean.”

With a quick murmur of “thanks”, Lakche slid in alongside Ced, casting her eyes down towards her lap. She desperately tried to ignore the way her cheeks were getting uncomfortably hot, the way her heart was beating even faster than before and threatening to burst from her chest, the way her lips suddenly felt uncomfortably dry for no apparent reason. She didn’t know why it was so hard to just be around Ced, and she certainly couldn’t figure out why this all made her want to be around him more than normal.

“It’s nothing,” Lakche mumbled, flashing Ced a quick, nervous smile, entirely uncharacteristic of the hostile demeanor she usually put forth. It was strange, but now that she was sitting there with Ced, she was acutely of the fact that there was nowhere to place her hands that felt natural. Should she fold them in her lap? Should she place them at her sides? No, definitely not that-- she might bump one of Ced’s hands. She wouldn’t want him to think she was trying to hold his hand or something like that. That would just be weird.

“Hey, uh, I’m sorry about your leg,” Lakche piped up, desperate for something to talk about, some way to break the heavy silence that was threatening to suffocate her. “I should’ve been looking your way. I should’ve seen that guy. It’s my fault for not being as aware of my surroundings as I should have.”

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“It’s alright. Just promise that you’ll tell me if I really am being a jerk to ou as well.” Ced said quietly, not quite removing his hand from her shoulder yet. He stood there for a moment as she wiped her eyes, removing his hand once the swordswoman had composed herself a little more. He offered a smile, extending a hand to shake.

“Truce?” He asked, waiting for her to take his hand. “I look forward to marching with you…ah, that was what you were trying to tell me, yes?”

Lakche simply stared at Ced for a moment, wracking her brain to try and remember why she’d come to him at all. In truth, she couldn’t quite remember if she had a reason, let alone what it was. Unless... oh, right. She hadn’t had a reason. She’d just wanted his attention, and look where it had gotten her. The march was the excuse she’d come up with, but she didn’t actually know who she was supposed to be marching with.

Well, guess it was time to go beg Seliph to let her march with Ced.

“Oh, right,” Lakche stammered, completely failing to notice Ced’s extended hand. “The march. I forgot about that. You, uh.... are you sure you want to march with me? I can ask Seliph if he can-- I mean, it wouldn’t be a big deal for him to put me somewhere else.”

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Lakche had told herself a thousand excuses on her way to Ced’s tent. It had nothing to do with wanting to see him in particular, it wasn’t about that. She was visiting an injured comrade. She was doing her job. She had nothing better to do. That was what she had told herself. No matter how many times she repeated that in her mind, however, she couldn’t help but find herself getting nervous as she approached his tent. He wouldn’t be upset to see her, would she?

She swallowed hard, trying to ignore her pounding heart as she made her way into his tent and walked firmly over to his bedside. She had gone into battle many times and been calmer than she was at that moment. It simply didn’t make sense. Why on earth was this so much more difficult than fighting for her life? Why didn’t this come to her quite as naturally as wielding a sword?

“You, uh, don’t mind if I...,” She said, trailing off awkwardly. In lieu of words, she simply gestured to the bed, trying her best to ask if she could sit with him. Lakche had double checked to make sure nobody saw her enter Ced’s tent for this exact reason; whether she left after a few moments, her offer to spend time with him denied, or whether she stayed in there far too long, she didn’t want anyone wondering what she’d been doing.

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“Well you did a fine job of that.” Ced snapped, before finally managing to get his temper back under control. He pinched his nose, breathing heavily and trying not to keep yelling at the woman. He’d never seen Lakche so…well, delicate-seeming, he supposed was the term he was looking for. It almost seemed like all of a sudden she’d turned into someone else entirely, an approach he hadn’t been expecting.

“How was it not going to bother me?” He said eventually, still not quite in a state where he could placate her. Was she seriously about to cry? Oh, gods above, that was something he had been expecting. Another breath and he relaxed some more, slowly and gingerly putting a hand on the shoulder he’d just poked.

“Lakche, please.” He said quietly, squeezing it a little. “Look at me. I’m not - okay, I’m a little angry. But…well, you need to understand, there’s only so much anyone can take. I’d be happy to march with you - perhaps we’d get to know each other better beyond how you’ve been treating me. Just promise you won’t go straight for my throat again, okay?”

Deep breaths, Lakche. She had to get control of herself before the tears started, before Ced saw her actually cry. If she wanted to be like her mother, she couldn’t let people see her so vulnerable. She didn’t have time to be emotional, she had to be constantly getting stronger. Acting like this only meant that she wasn’t strong enough.

Ced placing his hand on her shoulder tore her from her thoughts, wide violet eyes turning up to meet emerald ones. That was right-- he was his own person with thoughts and feelings, and she’d been kind of taking that for granted. Of course she’d upset him. Anyone would be upset after going through the abuse she’d put him through.

“Right,” Lakche sighed, straightening up a little and wiping her eyes. “Sorry. I’ll... I’ll do my best. Look, if I start being... you know, too much, just tell me, alright? I promise I’ll cut it out as long as you let me know.”