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jealousy anon here to resubmit!! along with gray saber kamui and conrad can i ask you to do jealous lukas forsyth and python too?? ALSO DONT STRESS CHELL YOURE DOING GREAT WITH YOUR HEADCANONS!!

AHH BLESS YOU DARLING ANON!!! ; u ; You are so kind and ilu!!!

As mentioned in my initial post, I shall add Berkut here as well~

ALSO I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THE HECK THIS TURNED INTO BASICALLY 8 MINI ONE-SHOTS BUT ALAS I DO HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

Wondering what he must have done to have Lady Luck frown so deeply upon him, Gray would only be seeing green as he watches you and Alm train–and no, he is not referring to the color of his childhood friend’s hair. Priding himself on his swordsmanship–which he feels could rival with, or even surpass the aforementioned leader of the Deliverance by a few notches–he would feel a deep, burning jealousy over you not only spending time with Alm, but looking so awed by the technique that he demonstrates to you.

Before he knows it, he’s storming off to the designated training grounds at camp, dragging Tobin and/or Kliff along, thinking it would be better to work out his frustration this way–certainly better than approaching you or Alm and saying/doing something out of stupid impulse. Besides, if anything, seeing you and Alm train would offer plenty of encouragement for him to hone his swordsmanship. Though, if Tobin and/or Kliff are there, he would find a peace of mind once either of the two inevitably confront him over his sour mood, which would most likely occur after a particularly aggressive training session.

When he’s completely alone and exhausted from spending nearly the entire day giving it his all, his body would stiffen when he hears the curious tone of your voice calling out to him. Immediately, he would straighten out his posture, puffing out his chest while sporting a cocky grin as he waves you over. “Hey babe! How’s it goin’? You should’ve been here earlier ‘cause you missed some a-ma-zing sword handling–hell even Alm couldn’t have pulled some of these tricks off” However, when he sees your apologetic expression, matched by the way you would say “I heard you were upset.”

Expect immediate denial, an overcompensated jovial smugness that attempts to ease your worries and cover his wounded pride. However, considering how much he insists that you come to him whenever you’re feeling down and to be as open as possible, he definitely didn’t want to be a hypocrite. Letting out a sigh as his shoulders slump down, he would look at you with a sheepish grin as he remarks, “…Well, not that you mention it…”

Upon coming clean, he would confess, “–so just looking at Alm, seeing how happy you looked being with him, I just thought ‘Well, what more can this guy have? I mean, isn’t hero of Zofia enough?’ But I know that ain’t the way to look at things, especially when it comes to you.” Letting out a bittersweet chuckle, he would joke, “Maybe I should’ve worked on my attitude instead of my swordsmanship. I’m sorry, babe. You’re way too good to me and Alm’s my friend, not my enemy.” His arms parting open for an embrace, he would look at you with a genuinely apologetic eye as he asks, “Can ya’ forgive this handsome fool of yours?”

For Saber, the tavern is a sanctuary in which he may seek comforting pleasure in the form of a frothy mug of ale. On this day, however, he only found a pestering jealousy that gnawed at him throughout the night. Gulping down drink after drink, he cast a wary eye towards where Jesse had led you off to strike up conversation, flirting with you heavily while not-so-subtly hinting at joining him in his room later tonight. As it stands between both you and him, your relationship was still up in the air–remaining on the more casual and physical side–and he knew it wouldn’t be right to put some sort of claim on you. However, the more he sees what looks to be you falling susceptible to Jessie’s charming advances, the more he simply cannot stand, which prompts the following to occur.

As Jesse was about to go on about the dexterity of his fingers, he would be interrupted by an amused Saber pressing a firm hand upon his shoulder. “What’s this now about dexterity? This before or after you fumbled and dropped your sword while we were fending off those damn Terrors yesterday?” While Jesse would huff and immediately try to fluff up the truth, you would notice Saber lingering close by your side, a dominative air exuding off of him.

Eventually, it comes down to Saber and Jesse agreeing to settle things in a friendly yet competitive spar. Considering that the latter would have been waiting on his sword to have been forged into a much more fortified weapon, he would have left you and Saber alone, but not before winking at you with the flirtatious remark of “Your handsome rogue will show you what he’s made of, sweetness~”

“Thought he’d never leave,” Saber would mumble under his breath, shaking his head with slight exasperation. At your amused quip of him looking quite pleased, he would only smirk in return, his eye half-lidded while he looks your way. “What can I say? I may be too old to tolerate a lot of bullshit that youths get up to, but what won’t change is once I have my sights on something, I don’t let go so easily–money be damned.” Seeing your astonished expression, he would chuckle, bringing a hand to cup your chin as he would then purr, “And you can damn well bet that I’d fight any man who would even consider having you.”

Leon may have eyes only for Valbar, but nothing else ever goes unseen by him, especially with how watchful his vision is. For instance, on this particular afternoon at camp, he could tell that Kamui was feeling some sort of way, if only because the sellsword’s eyes were open wide. As opposed to being shut, his eyes were practically bulging by how he was boring holes into the back of Atlas’s head. The behemoth of a villager was currently standing behind you, his hands secure over yours while he taught you the proper way to chop wood–oh, and wielding an axe correctly, should a dire situation call for it

Noting the tense, rigidness of Kamui’s form, an amused grin would slide onto Leon’s features–it was clear that he was seeing green, considering he had a not so hidden crush on you. Though, knowing his friend’s laidback, almost non-confrontational–until money was involved of course–personality, Leon knew that Kamui would just be wallowing in his own frustration and not doing anything about this situation. Which, in that case, would make for an utterly boring spectacle. Chuckling to himself, Leon would proceed to fetch a feather and paper in hopes of spicing things up.

As for you, your arms would be feeling weary from repeated use of the ax. However, you can’t help but smile over Atlas looking so happy as he picked up and marveled over every chopped log of wood you cut together, just before he carried them away to bring to Mae and Boey, with the two wanting to practice their fire magic. Though, whatever sense of ease you felt would quickly turn to alarm by Leon’s cry of “Look out!”. You would barely fathom the arrow that whizzes right for you, especially by how quickly you hear the panicked grunt of your name before you’re suddenly pushed to the ground, warmth enveloping around you protectively as you’re drawn close to Kamui’s chest.

You would feel heat rush to your own face as you feel his hand rest upon your back, his voice worried and his eyes gazing down at you with concern. “H-Hey, you good? You’re not hurt, right?” Though you assure that you’re well, he wouldn’t feel inclined to let you go just yet, holding onto you for a few more minutes before he lets go to help you up, all the while he chews out a sheepish looking Leon. As this occurs, however, your eyes are drawn to the nearby pile of chopped wood, with one of the blocks sporting the arrow that had been lodged into it. Though, most curiously of all is the note that seems to be attached to the arrowhead.

While Kamui was ready to go approach Leon and scold him upfront, he is stopped by sound of your voice. “Yeah? What’s up?” he would query while spinning around to face you, only to pale when he sees you holding up a note that contains the message of “Kamui looks to be down~ Maybe you could do something about it? I think you’re the only one who can cheer him up!” that is written in Leon’s stylistic cursive handwriting. Hearing the archer practically cackle with glee from afar, he would feel his face grow hot and red from embarrassment. Though he would feel anger towards Leon, he would find it impossible to do with you standing right in front of him. Thus, it would be his turn to express sheepishness while he scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah…about that…”

Save for his family and befriending Valbar and Leon, this is the first time in a while since he has felt some form of romantic attachment, he would confess after leading you to a more secluded area in camp. As for his jealousy–not just between you and the cheerful tenderness of Atlas, but with the flirtatious mannerisms of Jesse, the rouge charm of Saber, the elegant sweetness of Conrad–he would mention how he felt inadequate by comparison. “Being a nomad ‘nd everything, I’ve gotten used to just moving around aimlessly. But then you came around, and suddenly…” Slowly, his eyes would peer right into yours, his gaze shy yet affectionate. “…all I wanna do is just stay wherever you are, even if–hell, especially if it’s just the two of us.”

Saber may have an eye patch, but Conrad dons a mask fitting for a gallant knight, especially the one who is fully and utterly devoted to you as your lover. Still, he cannot help but feel antsy whenever he sees you eagerly listen in one Saber’s countless tales from his mercenary days right by the fire set up for tonight’s camp, of which are peppered in with excessive profanities and the casually uttered yet filthy recollections of previous one night stands. Your boyfriend would be aghast how you could stand to listen in on every sordid detail, let alone look entertained by it all. Alas, he would begin to compare himself to the likes of Saber, wondering if cool ruggedness exuded by the mercenary is somehow more appealing than the valor and heroism showcased by the one knight you could always rely on.

However, as self-conscious as he become, he wouldn’t allow himself to wallow in pity. Instead, he would spring to action–literally, by the way he hurries over to where you and Saber are, right as the latter was stroking his chin fondly while recounting a wild night at a Mila. You would feel alarmed at first when he announces that he must speak with you, urgently. Considering that he would be wearing his mask as he does this, you assume that something serious is at hand and are quick to follow him–but not before bidding Saber farewell, who only waves with an all too-knowing grin on his face as he sees Conrad immediately reach for your hand with a firm grip.

Your lover would lead you to the furthest part of camp–or even beyond to a nearby forest clearing/flower garden. Your questions about what was so urgent would be met with responses that–while vague–are spoken with assurance, even if you could catch glimpse of his face reddening, with a blushing, flustered face being his tell-tale sign for whenever he was fibbing. At last, once the two of you are completely alone, he reveals what he was in such dire need of your attention: his hands cupping your cheeks so he may eagerly capture your lips with his.

The neediness he would express is unlike the mindful delicacy he often showcased to you, if just to abide by his role as prince and night. However, when your lips part, there would be a small yet satisfied smile on his face as he hums, “My apologies, my darling. I simply couldn’t resist from stealing a kiss. It is rather scandalous for a knight of my caliber to do so, but still quite alluring, no? Especially compared to that of a mercena–! A-Ahh my mask!” The air of confidence surrounding him would immediately falter as he take off his mask, thereby exposing the deep scarlet hue that has swept over his face. Unable to hide his expression or his insecurities regarding this matter, he would come clean about and apologize for his jealousy, all the while his arms wrap tightly around you in a needy cling.

Upon your forgiveness, he would be overjoyed and relieved. Though, should you decide to keep his mask for yourself, he would do his utmost best to remain dignified as he requests it back while refraining from letting out childish whines. Admittedly, this does give you the upper hand for when the two of you prepare to turn in for bed tonight~

Composure. Composure. Composure. While Lukas often lamented over being seen as calm and collected to the fault of seeming cold, seeing his older half-brother attempt to court you would be the one time he would be in desperation to gain hold of his bearings–especially knowing that his brother is only doing so to show him up while trying to seize some of his post-war glory. The thought of companionship never seemed to be of crucial importance to him, especially before heading to war. But that all changed when his association with the Deliverance led him to you, a close friend of Clair’s. As you initially joined to ensure the safety of your dear friend and the well-being of your fellow Zofians, the passion you exude would just be so irresistible to Lukas, believing that the two of you complement one another perfectly.

Though, the conflict between his views on romance would have caused him to refrain from speaking up on his feelings. Until Forsyth, Clive, and Clair catch wind of this and do everything in their power to match the two of you together. Even Python makes an effort to play Cupid–literally, by the way he shoots love letters forged by Clair at either you or Lukas. The interventions of your friends aside however, the two of you eventually fall for one another–feelings revealed after an exhaustive, vicious battle against a Rigelian squadron with you and him desperately seeking out one another in hopes of the other’s survival, culminated in a needy relieved kiss.

Thus is Lukas’s tight shoulders and strained smile upon bringing you to meet his family, both out of his own desire and out of formality between nobles that were to wed. While thankful that the callousness of his brother brought him to the Deliverance–and therefore, you–he simply would not stand for the shameless pursuit of his older sibling. Watching his brother ask to “hold and inspect the hands of a gorgeous war hero”, insist on giving you a personal tour around town alone, boast how he could spoil you far more than his ‘ruffian of a younger brother’ could ever do and more are what picks apart at this patience piece by piece.

It isn’t until his brother–having grown tired of you skirting around and denying his pursuit of you–becomes so so bod propose to see the finer points of your physique up close over tea is what pushes him far past his limit, especially when he sees your appalled expression. Standing abruptly from his seat, his voice would be eerily calm yet sharp, his tone lower than usual as he rebukes, “I do believe that is no way to speak to someone who risked everything just to protect you, brother–nor will I–the true betrothed–sit idly by and watch you disgrace my fiance, regardless of your seniority over me.” Turning to you, he would offer his hand and a gentle gaze as he smiles sweetly. “Come, darling. I have a far more enjoyable way to spend this afternoon.” Ignoring the hissy outburst that would surely come about from his brother, he would lead you out the room.

Dinner would prove to be quite interesting, as no one in his household–whether family, friend, or servant–would not have seen either of you for the rest of the day, up until when the both of you show up. What would be notable is how…unstable you appear to be as you walk to the table, with a calm and tranquil Lukas happily guiding you to your seat, not to mention how attentive you seem to be with making sure your hair obscures your neck as best as you can~

As opposed to the serious, no nonsense mentality shared by the veteran members of the Deliverance, Python continued to carry himself in a more laidback yet approachable manner–something that you made you drawn closer to him. While this did earn the ire of his fellow soldiers–especially Forsyth–it at least helped the new and younger recruits to feel more at ease while they gave it their all to protect Zofia from Rigel. Still, even his apathy knows limit.

This especially holds true when–after a rigorous battle–he was attempting to mend some strain in his side with a few firm pats of his fist. Though you were a healer, he couldn’t resist the grin tugging on his lips at the thought of some ‘special’ treatments you could administer beyond just magic. However, as he made his way over to the medical tent at camp, his smile faltered and his eyebrow raised over you fussing over the injuries of Gray and Tobin. While his eyes tend to be half-lidded out of laziness, his perception as an archer cannot be fooled. By the way Gray is dramatically lamenting over the excruciating pain on his chest and thighs while Tobin is…trying to do the same, he can tell that the two are hamming it up for your attention, for your touch. A touch that–as an annoyed look etches on his face–is meant for him.

Knowing you, you wouldn’t doubt the both of them, especially since you doted on them as the young new recruits. And they–seeing you as a pretty nurse to receive tenderness that both craved–were eager to make the most of receiving your attention. While flattering on your end, he supposed to himself, it needed to be made clear that your healing touch was not to be taken advantage of. By them at least.

Thus is why Tobin and Gray’s wanton call for your touch immediately stifled upon Python slinking up behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder while his arm wrapped around you protectively. Eyeing the two with a knowing glare, his gaze only became amused once it shifted over to you. “Hey nurse, once you’re done with the kids, mind patching me up– Ahh shit…!” With a wince, he would immediately release his hold on you to instead clutch his side. Seeing your alarmed expression, he would resist from looking smug as you quickly give him your full attention–but not before giving Tobin and Gray one last look over until you sent them off.

Once the two were gone, he would waste no time to shrug off his armor and shirt, all the while eyeing at you mischievously as he would drawl huskily, “Finally. Now then–how’s about you come kiss me better, darlin’? I got some wounds that only those pretty lips of yours can heal.”

There appears to be a disturbance in the Forsyth. Particularly when he overhears you offering praise to the new Deliverance recruits from Ram Village as you help them train. At first, his heart is touched while he sees you–the love of his life–dote on Kliff, Gray, and Tobin, in the sense of watching these youths adapt to being part of the army and, perhaps, seeing you do the same to the family you would build together. However, that tender feeling is extinguished when he sees a smirking Gray exclaim “Hey, watch what I can do…!” before cleaving a target dummy in one swift and smooth motion, followed by your genuinely awed expression and surprised “Wow Gray, I’ve never seen anything like that before!”

That impressed look on your face. Immediately, Forsyth would immediately try to recall all the times when you made that expression for something he did, especially when it came to fighting. While many memories come to mind, they don’t have the same impact of your bewilderment just now, which in turn puts him on edge, his fingers twitching for his lance to earn that same awe from you as well. Glancing back at the four of you, he would only become even more anxious when Kliff and Tobin–seemingly riled up from Gray’s showboating–appear to try and impress you as well with their own fighting capabilities.

Despaired at the thought of him even possibly being seen as inadequate in your eyes, he would spring into action, literally by the way his voice–far too loud and squeaky–calls out your name as he sprints onto the training grounds, lance in hand. With every single decibel of volume he could muster, he would declare, “Stand aside, boys! Let me show you the true, ultimate form of a warrior!”

What Tobin saw was some kind of pole vault maneuver. What Gray saw was the ‘How do you do, fellow recruits’ guy flying and flailing through the air. What Kliff saw was that overbearing, loud-mouthed adult tumbling to the ground. What you saw was your lover injuring himself after trying to pull off an intricate version of a maneuver known to lance users as Tempest Lance. What Forsyth saw–even as his body wracked with pain, his muscles strained and swore–was that gorgeously astonished look on your face, even if it was far more worried than he had ever seen it before~

Despite the pain experienced that afternoon, the fact that he got to spend the rest of the night in your care–both to heal his wounds and his pride–with all of your attention focused on him made his embarrassment all the more worth it~

With Fernand’s recruitment into the Rigelian army, Berkut rarely had any disputes with the former member of the Deliverance. The two shared ideals, especially when it came to respecting the rigid class system currently set in place throughout Valentia. Still, it would be inevitable that the two would clash, even if it was mainly one-sided. After all, was it not clear that you belonged to him?

Berkut was ever haughty and pompous when he introduced you to Fernand, of how only one of fine nobility could result in such an exquisite yet fearsome soldier in the Rigelian army. Fernand was immediately drawn to you, if just because you hailed from a noble family as well, among other similarities of being upper-class. Compared to Berkut, who was actual royalty, he found it easier to speak to you, especially since–up until now–he was the very enemy that Rigel was looking forward to defeating.

Fernand being drawn to you certainly did not go unnoticed by Berkut. While he knew you would dare not stray from him–albeit an empty threat that would crumble if because he would be clinging to and begging you to not leave while angry, hot tears stream down his cheeks–he still cannot help but feel threatened. Perhaps this was all merely the behavior of a spoiled prince, but since when did he let the perception of others–especially those below him in status–affect the way he carried himself? Furthermore, it did not help that you were drawn to his stories from his time spent with the Deliverance, along with insights into Zofian culture and how nobles there compared to those of Rigel.

What would be made clear to Berkut is that he needs to set a reminder, an example of who was the prince around here, of who your heart belonged to. However, this couldn’t be done passively–if by Fernand happening to catch sight of a few little red marks adorning your neck and collar bones. No, instead, it would have to be something that would forever imprint itself in his memory.

This all eventually results in Fernand looking to invite you for a friendly chat over tea. He would enter your study, making his presence known as he steps inside, only to become utterly speechless, his voice left a stammer and his face a deep, hot shade of scarlet at what he sees transpiring upon your desk. Immediately, he is stammering out his whole-hearted apologies both to an equally flustered you and a smirking Berkut before he quickly makes his exit, shutting the door behind him. “Victory is truly sweet, no? You would agree, don’t you, my dearest?” He would hum haughtily before turning his attention back towards you, his gaze full of desire as he purrs, “Though, none could even begin to compare to the taste of your lips.” Chuckling darkly, he would proceed to indulge himself further~

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