#blue lions imagines

[sothisblessmysoul]

Can I ask for a bouquet of flowers for the blue lions? That sounds so adorable. 🥰

(I never knew if you wanted all of them or selected few so I did all of them)

༓ʚ A Flower's Meaning ɞ༓

Summary: The Blue Lions react to you catching a bouquet at a friend’s wedding

༓Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd He watched you catch it without blinking or flinching, mainly just confused as the realization slowly took over your face as you finally met Dimitri’s gaze. There was something about how the flowers looked in your hands and the look that you gave him that made Dimitri feel so flustered. So pretty, is his single thought as Dimitri’s made his way to you, feet on autopilot.

༓Dedue Molinaro Dedue’s eyes were completely on you, holding the colorful flowers that all mean a term of love in language as everyone else is looking between you and him. He doesn’t flare up in a blush or appear startled but you can see Dedue is feeling embarrassedly flustered by the awkward stiffness of his movement as the tall man makes his way to you.

༓Felix Hugo Fraldarius Felix does not want to be here with unimportant people, if anything he wants to be comfortably at home with you. But he will admit that the other wedding is pretty. Felix wonders if you’ve ever thought about marriage, but any further thought of the subject changes when you catch the flowers that nearly smacked you in the face. The image of what you would look like holding yours flashed quickly in his thoughts as for once Felix quietly watched you.

༓Ashe Ubert A blush marked his freckled face with a happy smile but a shy expression at the teasing that Ashe knows his friends and siblings will give him as you walked over to him. Subconsciously Ashe reached out his hand for you to take, gently pulling you closer to his side as Ashe studied the flowers. The bouquet was pretty but it wasn’t your favorite, he thought to himself. The following thought is how beautiful you would look, holding your favorite flowers while neither Ashe nor you let go of each other’s hands because it felt like two missing puzzle pieces found a place to fit perfectly together.

༓Sylvain Jose Gautier Immediately starts to sweat nervously as the flowers are perfectly in your hand while his hand subconsciously touches his pocket where the ring is that he’s planning to ask your hand for later. He had been carrying it, not having a day or place in mind until right now. This is a sign, he thinks as you lock eyes with him and smile which he returns.

༓Mercedes von Martritz She was standing right beside you when you had caught the flowers, she leaned over to sniffle the flowers with a smile growing on her face as she looked up at you, pulling away from you but not before kissing your cheek. She giggled quietly at your reaction to the flowers and the kisses. She is going to tease you but this will bring up the thought of marriage and the future with her.

༓Annette Fantine Dominic Instantly a crimson blush blooms on her face as endless giggles of excited bundles of nerves, reaching how to touch one of the flowers’ petals. Annette went quiet, wondering what flowers she would pick for her wedding, she subconsciously looked at you. She isn’t going to say anything immediately today or tomorrow but there will be hints of marriage, hoping that you’ll catch on and talk about it with her.

༓Ingrid Brandl Galatea She never really thought deeply about marriage, it was just something that her father wanted for her. But when Ingrid saw your reaction to catching the bouquet to look for her and finally smiling when you found Ingrid, she wondered for a fleeting thought if you would smile like that at the altar. She can’t explain why it made her face blush although Ingrid didn’t hate that idea at all because without question she knows that Ingrid would say yes if you asked her.

[dpsisquared]

"Few knights are truer than you, Ashe. I bade you to keep living, and you have."

Scarlet Blaze, Ashe vs. Dimitri at Arianrhod

[lookninjas]

The last time they won a Division Championship was in 1993, when they took the NFC Central Championships.

[amanitapilz]

A train of unrequited crushes (perhaps not so unrequited later in life who knows)

[legend-of-dorte]

What do the Blue Lions do if you are a target of bullying at the academy?

Note: Reader is Gender Neutral

Dimitri

He observes for a moment, taking stock of the situation. Then he calmly intervenes. Your aggressors look up and freeze the moment they notice Dimitri standing there. How long has he been watching?

"Forgive my intrusion. It looks to me as though there is some sort of quarrel going on here," he remarks with usual politeness. Then he crosses his arms, narrowing his gaze on your tormentors. "I would be happy to mediate, if needed."

For all his courtesy and friendly demeanor, there is a sudden intensity in his stare. A power in his presence that commands all the attention and respect befitting of a future king. One who would someday be tasked to deliver judgment on all wrongdoing.

But there is something else in those eyes. Something unyielding. Something that promises much worse than simple punishment should these misdeeds continue.

The grip on your collar loosens. Your bullies waste no time with apologies or excuses as they flee to escape Dimitri's wrath.

Dimitri helps you onto your feet and offers assistance as you straighten out your uniform. Your belongings are scattered on the floor in the midst of the commotion. He gathers them up for you in spite of your protests.

"I'm so sorry that you have to endure this," he says remorsefully. "If it would help, I could accompany you between classes. Only if you allowed it, of course."

Dedue

He interposes without uttering a word, planting himself between you and those who would do you harm. Like a shield, he endures their insults, their jeers - all the things that he is used to hearing - but does not entertain their demands for him to move aside.

Facing the sheer iron in his stance and on his face, your tormentors are reluctant to retaliate by physical means. Only once are they out of sight does Dedue turn to face you.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, looking you over. When you shake your head, his shoulders sink with relief. "I'm glad."

The conversation tapers off into an awkward sort of quiet. Your nerves are still frayed, and you have trouble calming down. Of course, he notices.

"...Have you eaten yet? The dining hall is not far from here. Allow me to prepare you something."

The meal he serves you is delicious, of course. Grateful for the distraction, you fretfully stuff your face as Dedue takes a seat across the table. The two of you sit in silence as he attends you with an expression that is unreadable, but not unfriendly. There are no words - only unspoken empathy and understanding.

Sylvain

The moment it seems like there is nowhere for you to run, you feel a firm hand on your shoulder.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you!" Sylvain is at your side, wearing his most infectious smile.  "Don't tell me you've forgotten our plans to visit town today."

You stammer in response, unable to recall any such plan.

His eyes drift towards your aggressors. "By the way, who are these friends of yours? It sounded like you were having a juicy conversation." The air plunges to sub-zero temperature as his voice suddenly turns hostile. "...Any room for me to join in?"

With his arm slung firmly around your shoulder, you have no idea what kind of face he is making at your bullies. But it is enough to make them slink back with terror in their eyes.

"Was it something I said? Ah, well." Sylvain claps your shoulder cheerfully as he leads you away. "Remember that place I've been bothering you about all week? Let's grab a bite to eat and you can tell me how your day has been."

After everything he had suffered at the hands of his older brother, the least he can do is let you know in his own little way - you will never have to face your tormentors alone.

Felix

At first he does nothing, merely watching from a distance to see if you're capable of growing a spine. As the confrontation escalates, so does his dissatisfaction, until he can stand idle no longer.

Just as your aggressors are about to turn violent, Felix finally announces his presence - by loudly kicking over some nearby piece of furniture.

"What a pathetic bunch, ganging up on someone weaker than you," he sneers. He points with his practice blade, issuing a challenge. "Why don't we settle this by finding out just how strong you clowns are in a fair fight?"

The resulting scuffle is no contest. The vandals are sent fleeing, covered in fresh cuts and bruises. You are left with the task of having to physically restrain Felix before he outright runs them down.

"Don't think for a second that I'm going to make a habit of this," Felix chastises you once the dust settles. "Next time they corner you like that, you need to stand up and fight for yourself."

In fact, he drags you to the training grounds and finds you a practice sword to call your own. By the time he is done drilling you on the basics of armed and unarmed self-defense, you are more than ready should your aggressors return.

Ashe

On impulse, he steps out into the open and calls out your name. When all eyes are on him, his face goes red with panic. Even so, he musters courage and acts on the first idea that pops into his head.

"The Professor wanted to see you! They said it was an urgent matter and asked me take you to them. Hurry!" Grabbing your hand, he pulls you into a run. Your tormentors are slow to react as the two of you make your frantic escape.

Out of breath, you both take refuge within the greenhouse where plenty of school staff are present. It's uncomfortably warm and muggy, but there is no shortage of tall plants to hide behind.

"That was close! Are you alright?" he pants. "Oh... The Professor? That was something I made up." He laughs weakly. "Sorry that I couldn't be of any more help..."

Though your bullies are nowhere to be seen, you elect to hide in the greenhouse for a while. Ashe is determined to stay by your side for as long as is needed.

"...Do you want to tell someone?" he offers quietly. "Surely the Professor will understand. I can come with you to help explain what happened."

It's clear that he wishes he could do more instead of just running, but even true justice comes in small steps.

Mercedes

Though she is aghast at your plight, her solution is both simple and effective. The moment she sees you being menaced, she drops everything she is holding to cup her hands around her mouth and shout at the top of her lungs.

"Oh, Professor! Someone! Please come help, quick! There's a student in trouble!"

Mercedes is well-loved in Garreg Mach for her benevolent nature. As such, heads turn at the sound of her voice. Knights, the school staff, and even the clergy emerge from the woodwork to investigate the commotion.

Your tormentors immediately panic and turn tail, fleeing the scene.

Your savior rushes to your side and immediately sets to work mending your scrapes and bruises.

"You needn't worry. Everything is going to be alright now." She gives you a reassuring smile. "You should always yell out for help if you're in trouble. That's what I always do!"

Annette

Her face nearly as red as her hair as she rushes to your defense, confronting your tormentors with clenched fists.

"Jerks! You leave my friend alone right now!" she snaps at them with a ferocity that shocks even you. "You think I won't fight you? Is that it? Why don't you try me!"

Her hands suddenly flare with magical energy as the winds pick up, threatening a storm. Her face, ordinarily cheerful and sunny, suddenly goes dark. "Ooooh, you're all gonna be in big trouble if you keep this up!"

Your aggressors stammer excuses. This isn't worth it, they mutter in agreement, before quickly vacating the scene.

The winds settle, and Annette takes a deep breath to calm herself down. You've seen her get all worked up before, but never like this.

"Whew! That was a little too exciting, even for me! They didn't hurt you, did they?"

Her face brightens when you reassure her that you're fine. "Don't worry about those creeps from now on. The next time they show up, I'll handle it myself!"

Ingrid

The moment she clues into what is going on, she is filled with righteous fury. Oh, hell no. This is not happening. No way, absolutely not on her watch.

Your bullies know that they are in deep trouble the moment Ingrid marches over, crossing her arms with a look of reproach.

"Excuse me, but what gives you the right to take part in such shameful behavior?" she chides them. "You won't cut it as knights if you keep wasting everyone's time like this. If you would call yourselves students of the honored Officers' Academy, then start acting like it or pack your things!"

By the time she is done verbally tearing into your aggressors, they are begging her to relent, profuse with apologies. She continues to stare them down coldly as they make themselves scarce.

As you murmur your thanks, she gives you an encouraging smile.

"Think nothing of it - I can't stand bullies either. Lucky for us, they're all cowards. So, don't hesitate to call on me if you help, alright?"

[majinbangus]

I usually see him portrayed as a dog or a wolf, but may I suggest a lion?

He's a courageous man. Willing to step up and do what's right without fear or hesitation. He is able to lead others, he's a sergeant (but also a captain in the og). And he's strong. Powerful. He's capable of holding his own and defending his comrades. He's not afraid to 'roar' about something he believes in and he won't hold back his snarls and distaste for those he fights against.

Soap's got a lionheart, and I think it matches him. Captain MacTavish especially, considering lions are also considered majestic, but I can imagine Sergeant MacTavish growing into these traits until he's refined them into something even deadlier.

[amymarchapologist03]

ronan lynch is a little bitch boy for that peanut allergy

[mortyvongola2-0]

hi could I request some first time with dedue headcanons? maybe touching on any kinks of his as well? this man needs more love </3

I agree, he does need more love! He's such a sweet man, he deserves the world.

Thank you for asking, I hope its not too short for you.

Dedue is a very patient man. He's steadfast and kind, as long as it doesn't go against his position as His Highnesses vassal, he'd be willing to do whatever it takes. He is an excellent man to be with for someone's first time.

He'd prefer to be told beforehand about whether or not it is his partner's first time. It would help him understand exactly what needed to be done so that he and his lover could both have the most enjoyable experience possible.

He's not a super kinky man, but he does have a few things that he really enjoys.

He's definitely the type to enjoy taking his time, to go slowly, whether its the first time or not. He likes the buildup, the subtle sounds. He likes to know that his partner is getting the most out of the experience as well. His patience and want to pleasure leads a lot into overstimulation.

He'd rather over perform than underperform.

Dedue also enjoys oral sex, he prefers to be on the receiving end. It makes him feel accepted and so attractive. He doesn't like to finish in his partners mouth though, he'd prefer to see it somewhere else. Like on his lover's chest of thighs. He's not totally into marking but he enjoys the view every once in awhile.

He likes to hear the sounds of his partners. A lot. He may not make much noise but he loves to hear them make it. Especially during a first encounter, it tells him that he's doing a good job and depending on the sound it can also let him know if they're in any pain or not.

He's a sweetheart so there's a lot of kissing involved. Soft kisses, pecks of reassurance and a mumble of "you're doing so well," every so often. Dedue is large, and he knows he's large, so he feels the need to give as much reassurance and reciprocation as he possibly can.

He'd distract from pain with those loving kisses, with tender touches along the sides and waists of his partner, and pay special attention to where he knew they loved to be touched after his entry.

First times with Dedue are slow, tender, and loving. He makes sure to be as delicate as he would be with the many flowers he loves to care for. Its a wonderful time.

tagged list: @therantingfangirl @skydaddy01

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

hey!!!! I love ur blog!! please would I be able to have some enemies-to-lovers headcanons for Felix, Sylvain, dimitri and Ingrid? Post time skip. Thank you

{Hello! Uhm, so...I was going through my unfinished drafts and saw that I had begun this but never finished it. I completed Felix's but never got past! It's a l s o more of an imagine than a headcannon. Apparently younger me saw an opportunity and went ham. I don't know when i'll ever get around to sylvain/dimitri/ingrid...but I hope this little Felix offering is something you'll like!}

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers

Master List: Here

"A Lack of Feeling" {Felix x Reader}

Everyone is this man's enemy. End of story.

……

Alright, maybe not everyone but there are more on the list than not. If Felix was an NPC in an RPG, then his affection meter towards anyone he meets beyond childhood begins at -50 points. No exceptions. (at least this is what he wants people to believe)

Normally if someone spends enough time with him they can earn his good graces, you know? At the very least get him on neutral ground, it's only natural after all that time investment

This applies to most cases with Felix

"Most" being a key word here

There are three special cases: the Prince of Fargeus, his loyal pet, and one other emotionally constipated hindrance

Deep down Felix knew that he truly did not detest the first two. The situation involving them was more complicated than his mind could handle during his youth, so until he aged and saw proof of Dimitri's willpower his feelings remained sour. Throughout it all he still had a definite idea of how to view them both and could predict their moves like a book.

The third? Not so much. It seemed like the more time Felix spent observing them, the more he grew unsettled. Nothing they did let any insight to their own emotions or thoughts. All he could learn through the grape vine were blatant facts: their birthday, hometown, etc. Nothing personal. Everything felt…fake? Staged? As if their personality was being written up off the top of someone's head in a book.

Felix couldn't trust them, no matter how much the professor, Sylvain, or anyone else tried to convince him. Rather than antagonize them like he did with Dimitri, Felix chose to flat out ignore their presence.

"My name is Felix, and if you're wise then you won't ever need to use it"- he spoke upon meeting, and that was it.

What he found the most odd was that they simply ignored his hostility. Not in a way to challenge him, or in disinterest, but with acceptance. Any attempt on being friends was made by others on their behalf.

They weren't pushy, he'd give them that. He didn't feel guilty since they clearly had no interest in him either.

Until one late evening a few dawns after Edelgard's betrayal, he had found flowers on every grave within the monestary. It was a chance sight since he'd accidentally spend too long in the sauna, but walking through the Cemetery showed even the most ancient stones with offerings. With dates older than any person in the castle, they likely hadn't been visited in years.

And at the end of it all sat his one-sided enemy. The supposedly empty shell laid a bouquet on another grave and for the first time he saw them cry.

"I didn't know you had the ability to cry," He approached them cautiously and against his better judgement. He instantly regretted too.

"I didn’t know you had the ability to care," they said back, much more brash than he'd ever heard before

Felix said nothing else in response…what do you say to someone after openly despising them for months on end? Did he even want to apologize?

"I don't, but you look more suspicious than usual" he gestured to the graves surrounding them

"It's unlikely they'll be getting any visitors anytime soon…they deserve at least one last honoring,"

That night was when Felix first felt their personality, and it was scarily similar to his own

Perhaps he would have noticed it sooner if he'd tried

Perhaps the similarity is why he never did. One of him was enough

Or…was it? The drop in his chest as they began to become acquainted implied that he may have been missing out on something he'd hadn't planned to ever find

[scattered-winter]

Hey, if all of the Paladins were captured/incapacitated, who do you think would be the best candidates to pilot each of the lions until the Paladins were rescued/healed?

OOOOH this was a fun one to think about hehe

so in the event that all 5 paladins were somehow unable to pilot, the lions Could still have pilots but there wouldn't really be much of a bond there and forming voltron would be extremely difficult (because, if you remember, one of the reasons why voltron works is because all 5 quintessence colors are present in equal amounts. without that balance, it would be very very hard to make the connections fit. of course it's possible, but the temporary team wouldn't be able to have the cohesiveness that the paladins do even as voltron.) the temporary pilots would still need to be a pure/almost pure color of quintessence in order for it to work (the rules can be bent a little bit for short-term temporary pilots, especially if there's A Situation that requires it, but for actual paladins that the lions are bonded to the situation is. a lot more delicate. so a good number of people with mostly black quintessence probably COULD pilot the black lion in a pinch but they would never be able to actually connect with her the way a black paladin could.)

so, that SAID, here's the tentative lineup for if this ever happened:

black: allura (she could actually conceivably pilot any of the lions; her quintessence colors are largely black and red, but she's connected to all 5 so she Could pilot any of them. but black and red are the best matches.)

red: allura would also be a good candidate for red, but in a situation where all five lions needed piloting, she would probably pilot black, and thus can't pilot red so it'd have to be someone else. but i DO think renee could pilot red in a pinch (she's red and blue with juuuuuust a few touches of green)

green: matt. he has some blue and black mixed in there, but he has enough green and he embodies green traits well enough that it could work fairly well

yellow: coran. he's actually mostly yellow with a good amount of blue, so honestly he could do either, but I think yellow would be his most likely candidate

blue: renee could also be blue, potentially, since she has about equal amounts of red and blue. but if she's piloting red, then someone else would need to be blue and that would probably be denny. he hasn't had very many scenes Yet but he's very, very blue. with a streak of yellow and maybe a few spots of red

[team-hot-wheels-imaginators]

From the outside looking in, the friendship between Brandon and Wyatt can seem...unbalanced. Almost like the relationship between the two boys resembles more of a hero/sidekick dynamic more than an equal dynamic.

Unfortunately, those observations are absolutely correct, we're not about to argue that.

However, the origins of the two's friendship may gave a bit of leeway to any who doubt the legitimacy of the boys' bond.

Straight from Gammy's scrapbook, there's a picture with a much younger version of both boys. Underneath, words written by none other than Gammy Gram herself, telling the whole story:

Wyatt made a new friend today.

While I was trying to make my good ol' fashioned buttermilk pancakes for breakfast, I remembered halfway through that we'd run out of eggs! I sent Wyatt out to go see if we could borrow some from the neighbors. Much to my surprise, the boy came home with bumps, bruises, and a left eye bluer than the noon sky. Not an egg to to be seen anywhere, but in his arms, he was carrying an unfamiliar bag.

Tail between he legs, he started apologizing to me, but I knew a story when I saw one, and WOO NELLY, did he have a story to tell...

Apparently, on the way to the neighbors, Wyatt spotted a kid getting robbed of his backpack in the middle of the road.

Now I know my grandson... he ain't the type to spot something like that and keep moseying along. I raised him better than that.

He roughed up the thieves good, but by the time he had chased 'em off, the owner of the bag was long gone.

He had come home to ask me if I'd seen a scrawny boy with blonde hair go by, and while I hadn't, I had a hunch about he kid he was talking about.

His name was Brandon Skye, and I had met his parents when they were movin' into the neighborhood just a week ago. Poor boy was so fragile lookin', a faint breeze could've tipped him over.

I knew what I had to do. Putting the pancakes on hold, I drove my grandson right over to the boy's house, and we promptly returned the pack. We even invited the family over for breakfast, which they happily obliged. Ended up spending the whole day together... I hadn't seen Wyatt have so much fun since Willy moved away.

At the very end, just as we were about to go our separate ways, the Skye boy (who had been very cautious to approach me), suddenly gathered the courage to scoot up to me and ask if Wyatt could come over next week. I took this picture right after I said yes.

[sothisblessmysoul]

༓ʚ All Fun and Games ɞ༓

Summary: Dimitri having a mischief and playful partner who can’t handle it when Dimitri flirt or is playful back.

It is mainly at the beginning of the relationship when he gets flustered often and cheeks forever in a red hue blush whenever Dimitri is with you. There is no issue with having a playful lover. It’s a welcome trait as he is too serious, especially in the pre-skip where it was stressful for him. He won’t pick up on some things you will do so you might have to be more direct, making him have no choice but to realize what you are doing. But one who is mischievous can be worrisome depending on how far they will go to be mischievous. It’s not that Dimitri dislikes it, it’s more so the time and place.

Dimitri might get flustered when you react smugly to his reactions, tripping over himself to respond. Now whenever he can get you flustered Dimitri will become more proud - less smug yet doesn’t stop to not take the chance to tease you about it. However, in post-skip is when he is more direct, more smug, and playful although there is still a boyish shyness to Dimitri whenever you take him off-guard. Despite the somewhat difference in personalities, yours is a breath of fresh air.

[lion-buddy]

more notability bs

[fictional-addiction]

hello my little creme soda cans,

I JUST HAD TO HOP ON HERE AND SAY that im watching voltron and im so obsessed and immediately agree that we need more voltron moots to revive the fandom

so yeah if you have voltron requests... send em through 🧚‍♂️💛

AHH OMG I LOVE THEM<3

okay cool have a good day/night xx

-hufflepuffhaze

[legend-of-dorte]

What do the Blue Lions do if they receive an anonymous love letter from you?

Note: Reader is Gender-Neutral

Dimitri Well, whoever wrote this letter certainly had a way with words! He cannot help but admire your eloquence while wondering what he could have possibly done to receive such praise. Had he missed a special occasion? Or did someone send him this nice letter for the sake of niceness? Baffling to be sure, which is why he starts asking around in search of the original sender.

His more astute classmates are quick to point out that it is not just an ordinary greeting card, but in fact - a love letter. The moment he realizes, his face goes red.

Oh. Well now he absolutely has to know who you are, if only to convince you that he is in no way worthy of such admiration. Surely there is someone more deserving of your affection, that such words should not be wasted on him. ...Or so he tries to convince himself as he re-reads the letter every quiet moment he has alone.

Dedue There must be some kind of mistake, he thinks to himself as he quietly folds up the letter. Or a joke. Who in their right mind at Garreg Mach would hold such admiration for him, let alone emotion? He elicits no reaction and tells no one, not even Dimitri. Life seemingly goes on as normal.

What no one knows is that on some days of the week, he sits down at his desk with a quill and parchment, mulling over how to reply and struggling to choose the right words.

Eventually he gives up, deciding that silence is preferable to a clumsy response. Instead, he visits the greenhouse to select some freshly bloomed potted flowers. He arranges your letter amongst the blossoms and together they decorate his window sill where the sun lands gently every morning.

Sylvain By the time he is finished reading it, there is a big goofy grin on his face. He is no stranger to receiving such letters, having written a few of his own. In fact, he keeps a small stack of them in his room. The noteworthy ones, at least. Eventually, such letters all end up in the fireplace in a matter of days.

Yours though? It just makes him really happy for some reason. There's no way he'll let it get lost in the paperwork or toss it in the hearth. Instead, he keeps it on his person like a lucky charm.

In fact, he really wants to show it off and brag about it to everyone until they get absolutely sick of him. They do, but this is the first time he has ever truly not cared about how other people think about him (...well, maybe except for you, O mysterious admirer) and it is the best feeling ever.

Felix At first he scoffs and crumples it up after reading, tossing it into the paper bin by his desk. What a ridiculous letter, and a waste of time. So, why couldn't he get it out of his head?

Against his better judgment, he digs through his own trash to rescue it, even taking the time to smooth it out and clean it up a little. Someone clearly put far too much work into writing this silly note for it to be tossed aside.

He considers interrogating his classmates to find out who sent it, and if it was some sort of prank. But he also knows that certain friends would never let him hear the end of it if they found out. So he keeps it to himself and doesn't tell a soul. If you were brave enough to write him something so frivolous, then he hopes believes that you'll probably approach him in person on your own accord one day.

Ashe He leaps to the conclusion that the letter is meant for someone else, delivered to him by mistake. Naturally, when he goes looking for the intended recipient, people are quick to point out that his name is in fact written on the letter. That can't be right, he thinks as he rereads the heart-pounding letter for the hundredth time. And yet there it was, plain as day.

Thanks to his inquiries, word gets around campus such that people are congratulating him for having a secret admirer. The sudden attention leaves him incredibly flustered, but not terribly embarrassed. Maybe in a handful of days, he thinks with a red-faced grin, he'll write a response of his own. The only problem is whether he could write half as eloquently as you did, and how to figure out who you really are.

Mercedes She has received letters of gratitude for her service at the church before, but this is quite different. Your flowery words have captivated her, and with each re-read, she notices all the small details you included in the letter. Your elegant handwriting, the various anecdotes of all her deeds and merits, the pressed flowers, and even the faint perfume of lavender - her favorite.

It leaves her quite giggly and rosy-cheeked for the rest of the day, to the point where she has trouble concentrating in class. Even as her peers call her name and try to get her attention, she simply stares off into space with a giddy sigh and a dreamy smile. Her classmates are quick to suspect that she is lovestruck, and they might not be far from the truth.

Annette How curious, she thinks to herself cheekily as she opens the note. Could it be a love letter? Haha, no way. Unless...?

To her surprise, it is - in fact - a love letter. The moment it hits her, she panics. Freaks out, even. Burning red from cheek-to-cheek, her first impulse is to squeal out loud. Naturally, her outburst sends passers-by running over to investigate, and the cat is out of the bag before she can keep it a secret.

For the rest of the week, she is even clumsier than usual, causing a surfeit of accidents in both the kitchen and in magic class. By the end of each day, she is flustered and mortified. If only she could find out who you are, just to give you a piece of her mind for getting her riled up like this! But if she did end up meeting you face-to-face, she'd probably blush even harder then.

Ingrid She sighs, and tears it up. Except she doesn't, and the letter remains whole in her hands as she reads it again. Maybe a few more times for good measure. By the time she comes to her senses, it is too late. She has memorized your words from start to finish and still can't bring herself to get rid of the letter.

But what is the point in keeping it? She wonders. Between her dreams of knighthood and her father's designs at arranging a suitable marriage for her, there is no room in her life for a secret admirer.

And yet, whenever she feels down, your letter is a source of solace - even hope. She feels a little guilty that she would tear up her own father's letters yet keep yours. But reading your letter is like listening to a dear friend who knows the real her, even if she has no idea who you are.

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