#self insert ask

[sunflawyer]

💬🥰🎂 for the ask game please!!! (❁´◡`❁)

ask game here!!!

"I'm back and ready to roll!"

💬You have any pet names for S/I?

"Abby loves pet names. I mean, one look at her and you want to shower her with all kinds of petnames, y'know.

It's, uh, it's kinda embarrassing if I say it out loud, but, well, 'honey' and 'caramel pie' are... my favourite.

Just a normal 'sweetheart' is fine, too!"

🥰What is S/I’s love language?

"Abby loves to give presents. Not just for me, but for her friends as well. She's like a little santa all year long, heh.

And also a little bit of a psychical touch, maybe? She does loves hugs and kisses.

.... I do, too."

🎂It’s S/I’s birthday! What gift do you get them?

"Well, now that I think about it... Maybe a plushie of a dog holding a flower? That seems to catch her eye.

And.. Well, anything sunflowers, really."

[riverdale-retread]

if FP and Archie saw you across the bar and liked your vibe, would you join them?

Oh, this would be such a fun prompt, but I don't do self insert imaginings, so this will have to go to someone else. I'm not against the genre or anything, it's that I get way too bogged down in the particulars such as - Did Archie and FP travel together to Seoul somehow? And if so WHY? Is Archie an American soldier stationed here? But then he wouldn't be in Seoul, those guys are all in Pyeongtaek, so then why would *I* be in Pyeongtaek?.... and I just can't get started. But I'd like to see a USAmerican do this one lol. Good luck!

[croisstime-gf]

doing this for my silly kinsona Ginger Candy Cookie. she’s like if coffee candy was a silly cat.

ask game under read more (I know you’re supposed to like let people ask you things in your inbox but snuh uh)

🏳️‍🌈: Lesbian, like me, and also Girl+. Like. I’m a girl. But also more things above girl. Like 100% girl + more percents. this will be on the test.

🐣: idk I think the whole being stuck in a time rift for so long she began changing would be pretty unique

🧜‍♀️: see above. She also has minor chronokinesis. Nothing near Timekeeper’s abilities in the slightest, but she’s able to make little time rifts sometimes. She’s working on making cookie-sized ones.

🤷: Ginger’s most mundane hobby is probably something nice like sewing. She likes to sew and make little plushies.

‼️: Her most extreme hobby? Honestly just so much. She likes pushing herself to the limit. Also she really likes rollercoasters so I guess rollercoaster riding.

🏃‍➡️: She’s definitely a risk taker. Kit’s had multiple moments where kit has done some stupid shit like put 30 marshmallows in her mouth at once and eat. The floor. She has canonically eaten the walls of the TBD. I am serious.

👑: She’s mischievous towards her friends. I am so. Silly. With friends. sometimes during vcs I randomly begin growling and going feral. for like no reason. I might be going insane.

💞: Saying Coffee Candy would be cheating, so I’ll say Timekeeper. In fact, Ginger Candy Cookie is in the process of becoming a time god like Timekeeper.

🌻: Baguette. She still admires Baguette, even if this isn’t her timeline.

⭐️: If she feels awkward, her ears will go airplane and her eyes will go all big (and get swirly like normal Coffee Candy). She also has a tendency to scamper away like an actual fuckin kitty.

❤️: Purring! So much purring! She will also curl up on peoples’ stuff. She most commonly does it with Croissant and Timekeeper but sometimes she will curl up on String Gummy’s gun while he’s not using it and prevent him from taking it haha loser dumb fuck nananabooboo.

❓: A random fact about Ginger Candy that was somewhat said before, but she likes to eat “non-edible” things. This is in quotes, because everything is technically edible in the Cookie Run world. Since the cookies both use and eat food items (like chocolate being used for the walls but also several characters being seen eating chocolate bars), it’s possible to eat the walls and floors. She has done this. Multiple times. She started doing this after seeing a timeline with humans and thinking that they could do it before realizing she could as well.

Also, her and actual Coffee Candy are really awkward towards one another because like wtf that’s just the same person twice. This has never ever happened in the TBD ever before and is entirely new and different and has never happened before, and the Director definitely isn’t an alternate timeline version of one of the Tech Development Division employees no siree. Nuh uh.

Self-Insert Ask Game:

🏳️‍🌈: What is your self-insert’s gender identity? What’s their sexuality? Are they the same as yours irl?

🐣: What are some unique experiences that your self-insert has had that you have not?

🧜: Are there any important parts of your self-insert’s life that can’t be recreated irl? What’s the most interesting one?

🤷: What is your self-insert’s most mundane hobby?

‼️: What is your self-insert’s most extreme hobby?

🏃‍➡️: Is your self-insert cautious, or are they a risk-taker? Does this match how you are irl?

👑: What’s something about your self-insert that completely matches up with you irl?

💞: What canon character has the most in common with your self-insert?

🌻: Who would your self-insert say that their biggest role model is?

⭐️: What does your self-insert do when they feel awkward?

❤️: What does your self-insert do when they feel happy?

❓: What’s a random fact about your self-insert that you want to share?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Sebek Zigvolt: Cold-Blooded

Peeled Cucumbek... ... Why does the groovy look like Trey's... They're not beating that crack theory about them being cousins anytime soon.

afihlaeoyvfafaefi ALSO I THOUGHT I WAS BUGGIN' OUT WHEN I SAW WHAT HIS HEADBAND SAID 😭 LIKE WDYM IT SAYS GoooИ... (I assume as in, "underling" but... ugggggh OTL)

Rise and Shine!

“Erm… Is that you, Sebek?”

You almost couldn’t recognize him when you walked into his room. Tall, imposing, strong—these were all far from the words that came to mind at the blanket burrito before you.

Sebek was curled into himself and cocooned in his comforter. Without the copious amounts of hair gel to tame his unruly hair, it stuck up as if he had been fried by his lord's lightning. He was not a fearsome warrior, but a shivering mass in the brisk morning, some poor creature rudely awoken from its hibernation.

"D-Do not cast your eyes upon me, HUMAN!" Sebek gritted out, pulling his blanket over himself. "I have not yet made myself presentable!!"

Your eyebrows jutted up.

He's acting like a shy school girl...

You tutted as you approached, gingerly taking a corner of the blanket. The mound moved away, as if embarrassed. "It's okay. Whether it's hair up or hair down, full uniform or pajamas, you look good either way."

"WH-WHAT!!?!" Sebek's booming voice cut through the cloth that hid him. He emerged from behind it like a crocodile's head poking out from the waters. His complexion had been left terribly pink with embarrassment. "You do not know what you speak of! T-To utter such intimate words with such ease... HOW BRAZEN CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE?!"

"I just call it like I see it. It's not so difficult." You shrugged. "By the way, are you cold? You haven't taken off that blanket since I came in to check on you."

"Absolutely not!! Something as insignificant as the temperature could never affect my... m-m-my... m- AH-CHOO!!"

A sneeze punctuated the end of his sentence. An awkward silence descended.

"... What was that you were saying?"

Sebek sniffed. He quickly glanced away, attempting to salvage his tattered pride. "... Perhaps I am. What of it? I am descended from a cold-blooded species of nocturnal fae, so this is a trait that naturally comes to us!"

"It's nothing to be ashamed, of, Sebek." You stifled an amused laugh. "But as it so happens, I know the perfect way to pass on body heat and to help you properly wake up."

"You know of such a useful technique?" He straightened, suddenly alert--like a guard dog that sensed a trespassing squirrel. "Well, what is it? OUT WITH IT, HUMAN!"

"It's... this!"

Sneak attack...!

You lunged at Sebek from behind, wrapping your arms around him. An embrace, ensnaring. Your torso and face pressed into his back--the warmth radiating off of him mixing with yours. You could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest, picking up the pace like a war drum signaling a charge.

Sebek immediately launched out of bed, shedding his blanket like a second skin. He gaped at you, back hugging the far wall, eyes wide with alarm. Heat flooded his cheeks and ears, turning them as red as the painted roses in Heartslabyul.

"I-I-AM-SUFFICIENTLY-WARM-NOW!!" Sebek stiffly thundered. "I-IF YOU WILL E-EXCUSE ME, I MUST MAKE HASTE TO THE WASHROOM TO PREPARE FOR CLASS!!"

"Alright," you replied nonchalantly. "I'll wait here for you to get ready. No rush."

Oh, he rushed.

Sebek barged right past you and into the hallway. Stomp, stomp, stomp. He stormed into the Diasomnia washroom and immediately found an avaliable sink.

Twisting a knob (and nearly snapping it off in the process), he summoned running water. Cupping his hands under the faucet, he thoroughly splashed himself. Once, twice, thrice.

As icy as the water was, he still he burned, skin itching, as though there was a flame dancing in his veins. His blood, no longer cold.

[v-sansings]

ITS TIME ONCE AGAIN SONGBIRDS!!! GIMME YA ASKS!!!!

💖 F/O Ask Game 💖

[I've been having to much fun doing these, that I decided to make my own!]

Send an f/o and an emoji, and my f/o's will answer. Feel free to reblog to use for your own f/os!

✨ - Favorite personality trait about your s/I?

💕 - What made you first fall for your s/I?

🥺 - Were you ever shy with your feelings about your s/I? Are you still shy now?

💖 - Favorite physical trait about your s/I?

💌 - How would a love letter to your s/I look like?

❤️ - How do you comfort your s/I when they're sad?

😍 - What does you 'heart eyes' reaction look like?

💝 - Are you a gift giver? What type of gifts do you give to your s/I?

💋 - Favorite place to kiss your s/I?

💞 - Does your s/I do anything in particular that makes you swoon?

💗 - How do you say 'I love you' to your s/I?

💍- What are your thoughts on marrying your s/I?

😘 - Are you a flirt? How do you react to when your s/I flirts back?

[sillyselfshippy]

Shoutout to the selfshippers who don't feel seen by the community.

Maybe your f/o is from a series with a fandom that's gone dormant. Maybe you don't feel "heard" by the greater community no matter how you reach out. Perhaps you struggle to interact and connect with others. Or you don't create things of your ship like art or writing. Or maybe you have difficulty opening up. You may not even have f/o's in the romantic or queerplatonic sense, or prefer to focus on writing lore for your self insert.

Regardless of the reason, I see you. And your f/o(s) do too. ♥

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a skater! yandere with a beginner skater darling.

you’ve been learning for a while yet you still can’t get the gist.

the sun’s setting and the skatepark is empty, save for you and him. you haven’t noticed him yet, with headphones around your ears and your phone shoved inside your back pocket. you look so easy, so like the good man he thinks himself to be, he lingers by a bench to watch and make sure you don’t get too hurt.

you don’t have the waddles of a beginner and yet you don’t glide as easily as someone with experience should. each time you fall it takes you a few moments more than necessary to get up, and rather than falling backwards be watched you take a nasty fall that consisted of awkward scrabbling around to save yourself.

he appreciates the thought behind it though. you’re probably here at such a late time to avoid yourself from being seen. it’d be embarrassing if you were spotted so uneasy on your feet, he muses.

but it’s okay! he’ll watch you fall for a while longer before he offers you help, placing a palm against your back with an assuring smile that you’re doing well. (you’re not.)

[yeosin-n]

👀 do you have any relationship hcs for Killer? Since he's been on your mind lately? :o

Gets you matching pajamies of a character or whatever you like (in my case, it’s chiikawa anshfhg)

Likes to stick close to you, almost never more than a foot away when you’re around- if he can help it

Touchiest out of all of them, always draping himself over you and wrapping his arms around your waist

Likes to kiss the back of your shoulder and the side of your head

Very stubborn, won’t let you go to bed upset and reluctant to give you space when you ask for it

Calls you pookie… bc he thinks it’s cute ..mostly funny

Never will you feel unloved!! You’re always on his mind and he’s always showing it somehow; sending you videos he comes across that reminds him of you, shooting heart hands at you whenever you spare him a glance, etc ♡

Tries to keep you a secret from Nightmare and Nightmare a secret from you, there’s a lot of things that he won’t share with you and sometimes you get the feeling that he’s lying to you about things- like where he’s been and what he’s been up to. Trying to pry it out of him will cause him to shut down, not wanting to say something he’ll regret- leaving you by yourself. When he appears before you again, he’ll try and act like it never happened, pulling you into his arms.

[goofygubegubler]

hi hi

reader gets period during sex (yes i know im a freak 🥲) and is very embarrassed but spencer is super sweet and cute… 😔

𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒖𝒖𝒖 (𝑺.𝑹)

wc: 1.2k | F!Reader (Established Relationship) | cw: Period Sex, Blood Mentions, Bodily Fluids, Explicit Sexual Content, Embarrassment/Shame (Resolved), Tender Aftercare, Bath Scene, Late-Season Spencer Reid Softness.

Spencer had been giving you exactly what you needed—those sharp, deep thrusts laced with the confidence and precision that only experience could bring. He moaned low in his throat, the sound rumbling against your skin as he leaned over you, holding one of your legs high against his chest to open you up just right. That angle. God, that angle. Your vision blurred at the edges, your thoughts flickering into static, your skull knocking lightly against the headboard with each powerful stroke.

"Spence," you whimpered, voice cracking with need. He was so deep you could barely think. So deep it felt like your bones had liquefied. You clenched around him involuntarily, and he gasped against your throat.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, lips dragging along your jaw. "Feels like you’re made for me."

You could only nod, trembling, nails digging into his back. Your body burned, a slow spiral of heat in your belly. His hips snapped forward again, and the pressure inside you swelled—

—and then he froze.

His brow furrowed. Not in discomfort. In concern.

"Wait—hold on," he whispered, voice tender now. He slowed his thrusts and eased back slightly, and your stomach plummeted at the change in his expression.

"What?" you asked, breathless. You tried to hide the panic in your voice, but your gut already twisted with embarrassment.

Spencer sat back on his heels, still inside you but gentle now. He looked down—

—and you saw it too. Red. A smear of it across your thighs. On him. On the sheets beneath you.

Your heart seized. You bolted upright with a strangled gasp, pulling the sheet around yourself like it could rewind the moment.

"Oh my God," you choked, horror flooding your system. "Oh my God, Spencer, I—I didn’t know, I didn’t feel—"

"Hey. Hey," he interrupted quickly, reaching for you with those steady hands, the same ones that had just been gripping you like lifelines. "Look at me."

You didn’t want to. You kept your face buried in your hands, burning with shame, but he wouldn’t let you disapp, notNot like this.

"Look at me, sweetheart. Please."

You finally glanced up through your fingers, and what you found in his eyes wasn’t disgust. It wasn’t revulsion. It was softness. Concern. Love.

"It’s okay," he said quietly, brushing your hair from your face. "You didn’t do anything wrong."

You tried to speak, but your throat locked. All you could do was shake your head, whispering, "I’m so sorry. That’s so gross—"

"Stop," he said, gently but firmly. "Don’t say that. It’s not gross. It’s just... your body. It’s natural. It happens. Actually—statistically—about 30% of people with periods have reported unexpected onset during intercourse due to a variety of physiological triggers."

You blinked, stunned into silence as he adjusted the sheet around your waist with the same care he used handling case files and fragile crime scene evidence. "Also, menstrual blood isn't harmful in any way. It’s composed of roughly 50% blood and 50% other natural bodily components, like cervical mucus and uterine tissue."

"Spencer," you said weakly, but there was a smile threatening the corners of your mouth now. "Are you... giving me a period TED Talk right now?"

He shrugged, a bashful grin touching his lips. "I have three PhDs. One of them includes human physiology. It's hard to turn it off."

You snorted, the embarrassment slowly starting to burn off into something else. Relief. Affection. Love.

And he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your shoulder, and whispered, "But we can stop if you're uncomfortable. Or..."

You looked at him, your heartbeat steadying. His eyes were still so full of want—tempered now with care.

"I want you to keep going," you whispered. "If you're okay with it."

He kissed your shoulder again, lower this time. Slower. More reverent.

"I'm more than okay with it," he murmured against your skin. "Let me make you feel good again."

And when he eased you back against the pillows and touched you like you were precious—still precious—every ounce of self-consciousness bled away.

He moved with care now, slow and deep, every thrust more of a caress than a claim. His hand held your cheek like he was grounding you, his mouth whispering soft nothings between kisses—your name, his name, stars, science, everything blurring together.

"You know, during arousal, the cervix actually elevates, which—" He groaned when you clenched around him, interrupting his own monologue with a breathless laugh. "Okay. Okay. No more stats right now. Just—God, you feel incredible."

You were trembling again, this time not from embarrassment but from how deeply he adored you. His lips found yours, and you melted into him, rocking together in that slow, aching rhythm that said this wasn't just about sex—it was about trust. About knowing you'd shown him a vulnerable part of you, and he had only drawn you closer.

You came with his name on your tongue, gasping into his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you like he wanted to shield you from the world. And he followed seconds later, groaning low, pressing deep before stilling, resting his forehead against yours.

Neither of you moved for a long moment. Just the soft sound of breathing, your heartbeat in your ears.

Eventually, he slipped out gently, kissed your knee, and murmured something soft against your skin. Then he was gone, padding quietly into the bathroom. You heard water running—first the faucet, then the tub.

A moment later, he returned with a warm, damp towel and knelt between your legs. His touch was gentle, reverent, as he cleaned you up, murmuring little apologies even though there was nothing to apologize for. You watched him, heart aching with something deep and fragile.

Then, with that same calm tenderness, he cleaned himself, tugged on a pair of boxers, and reached for your hand.

"Come on," he whispered. "I ran you a bath. Let’s get you comfortable."

The bathroom was filled with soft steam, the tub nearly full. He helped you in with both hands, steadying you like you were something sacred. The warm water enveloped you, and your muscles sighed with relief.

He brushed your hair back, tucked it behind your ears, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I’ll be right back," he said gently. "I’m just going to strip the bed, rinse the sheets, see if the stain will come out. Shouldn’t be too bad if I get to it quickly—oxidization is the real enemy with blood, you know."

You gave a small laugh through your exhaustion. Of course, Spencer Reid would think of everything.

But as he turned to go, you reached for his wrist with water-slick fingers.

"Spence," you mumbled, head tilted back against the porcelain. "Fuck the damn sheets. We can buy new ones. Just... get in with me. Please."

He blinked, halfway to the door, caught off guard by your voice—so soft and tired and raw. His shoulders relaxed, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips.

"Yeah?" he asked, toeing off his boxers again.

"Yeah," you breathed, watching the steam curl around his silhouette.

Spencer stepped into the tub behind you, easing down with a quiet groan of comfort. The water shifted, rising around your bodies, and then his arms were around you, tugging you back against his chest.

You exhaled, sinking into him completely.

"This okay?" he asked, lips brushing your temple.

"Perfect," you whispered.

He kissed your damp shoulder, then rested his chin in the crook of your neck. "Sheets can wait. Holding you can’t."

[sunflawyer]

🎶😘👌 - pitchandaj

ask game here!!!! ⚖️

"You know the drill! Keep 'em coming!"

🎶Do you two have a theme song aka a song that describes your relationship?

"Oh, there's a lot!!! Well, for starters,"

"But you can check out our playlist here!"

💋Who initiated the first kiss? What was it like?

"It was... It was when I confessed to her. She was speechless when I told her my feelings. Both of us were nervous and didn't know what to do when she suddenly lunged at me and kissed my lips. I know, I know. It sounds like a fairytale. But hey, a guy can be sappy for his girlfriend too, y'know?"

👌Do you like teasing each other?

"Seeing her squirm and protest is worth every teasing! What makes Abby special is that she can act like a weeny puppy and changes into her professional therapist attitude in just a second. Sometimes it's a bit scary, though.

But she's kinda cute, don't you think?"

[arn359]

Hii, I really loved your Papyrus (and his fingers) art. May I request something similar with yn and fell sans?

Your artstyle is awesomee!

How is your day going? :)

I hope this is ok. I think he likes to be the one biting than being bite so y/n get to lick him instead (?)

((ผมแซงคิวอิพี่มันนี่ น้องรัสส์ และน้องคอฟฟี่ให้คุณเลยนะ เพราะพี่เรดมันอร่อย🔥))

The previous one. Hope im correct

[fima11]

Hii! I hope you are well!!! Please remember to rest and drink water! Oky? 😊💗🫂💗

Your art style is beautiful and wonderful, I love your sketches too! Can i ask one thing? You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but can you sketch Ruggie again? Pls pls 🥺

My baby boy Ruggie. I love him so much I actually tend to hate him (affectionately)

Played self-insert with him because he is my mean bestie and he reminds me of my cousin. Yes, I am delusional enough to believe we'd get along.

And thank you very much for your wishes! <3333333

Drinking water is the only option because its 38°C with no AC at my place due to blackouts (thabks to russian missile shellings for destroying our electrical infrastructure.)

[outer-andromeda]

Hey for your Big Bro & Kids Shenanigans AU, can your Doey split into the three kids? And if so what was Gab’s reaction?

To be completely honest, I never really thought about it :')) But I don't think that's a thing they do often. Or atleast they don't do it in my AU.

HOWEVER.

Raph is definitely aware of the "three kids in one body" situation going on with Doey. He's "prepared". Sort of. And overtime, he does develop a skill at recognizing who's in control in the moment.

[leafwateraddict]

Couldn’t stop thinking about Dust being able to pass as Classic. So I had an idea where Dust replaces Classic in a timeline and steals(?) his partner.

He gets conflicted when he starts actually caring about you… But denial is an easy road to take when there’s seemingly no consequences to your actions.

The reveal i guess. Most normal reaction to learning your partners been replaced for god knows how long and you have no clue where he is.

Now that I think about it I might’ve gotten some inspiration from that one chapter of IJAG by @htsan (iykyk) only a lil bit tho

(Full rambling of the idea + extra sketch cuz i liked the expression) ↓↓

I originally wanted y/n to notice the differences instantly but i think it would be angstier if they didn’t and only noticed like months later >:3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Malleus Draconia: Made Up

… Why does Malleus continue to have some of the most “hey are u lost bbg” facial expressions + poses ever on his initial birthday card artworks… 💀

He really looks like his mom when his hair is all pinned back like in his alt and Groovy look. xbjsbsjww The makeup products he’s using… They look like Giorgio Armani 💰

Rise and Shine!

Humans were blessed with two hands with which to do all of their work. Malleus Draconia had no need for either of his.

Lipstick, liquid eyeshadow, and finishing powder lifted into the air, glowing an eerie green. They uncapped and began applying themselves, gliding easily across his lips, painting his lids, and patting down his pale skin. Already, a cloth was busy polishing his horns, and a brush ran through his hair. A mirror, magically suspended before him, displayed his regal visage--a work of art slowly coming into its peak form.

You had heard Scarabia's vice dorm leader mention that he used magic to do his hair--a complex, precise process--but had never in your life witnessed a show like this. You clapped for Malleus, as if a spectator that had just seen a most wonderous trick.

He cut you a curious look. "May I ask why the applause, child of man?"

"It's just so cool seeing you use your magic," you replied truthfully. "There's so many things happening at once, it's hard to know where to keep my eyes. You're really amazing!"

There was a sound akin to a stifled chortle. These, you had grown accustomed to.

"You never cease to surprise. This is but a modicum of what I am capable of." He almost seemed to pout as he said it, as if itching to demonstrate the full extent of his powers. Wanting praise for something more.

"Oh, trust me. I know you are--but it's nice to see the Malleus Draconia using his magic to do normal, everyday stuff too." You grinned, ducking behind him to peek into his mirror. Your gazes met in the sparkling glass. "I wish everyone could see this."

"It is hardly a matter of importance to share the details of my morning routine with the masses. Besides, Grandmother would no doubt grant me a thorough scolding for allowing myself to be seen in such an improper state.”

He yawned, and a hand moved to cover his mouth, where you caught a glimpse of pointed canines. A rare moment of cuteness, of vulnerability. A side of himself kept private. Such a mundane thing--it reminded you that he, too, was but a student, preparing to tackle another day.

"Maybe not, but then again… maybe they'd see what I see too."

You quirked a brow. "And what is it that you see?"

"That you're not as scary as whatever scary made-up version of yourself they have in their heads. It's not all doom and gloom, wrath and lightning. You're someone that laughs and cries too."

"... Do they have that impression of me?" Malleus brought a hand to his chin. "Odd. When I last conversed with a peer of mine, they were so elated to be in my presence that they fainted on the spot. Lilia commended me for making such a strong impression on them."

"Erm... Lilia might not be the best judge for that." You poked at the corners of your mouth. "You have a nice smile, so how about showing it more? That might draw people to you."

"Hmmm. Like this, perhaps?"

He attempted to imitate you. The result was an awkward facsimile of your smile. Not quite the same curve, and with the tips of his fangs poking out. His eyes, still ominous.

Clumsy, but a little dangerous.

Your heart sprouted wings and fluttered. “It’s a good start! You’ll get the hang of it with more practice.”

Malleus sighed, and at once, the items that had been hovering around him collapsed along with his breath. “This is a conundrum. As a public figure and representative of my country, it’s imperative that I maintain my reputation.”

The fluttering in your chest settled like a stone sinking into the bottom of a lake. A sudden weight, a sadness, sitting in your stomach. He cut a gallant figure--but without the fairy lights and fire, he was but a pitiful creature trapped within stone walls.

Lonely and misunderstood.

Without a word, you slipped a hand into his. Malleus felt cold to the touch, like some long-forgotten relic dug up from some ruins.

His eyes shot wide open with alarm. "What are you..."

"Let's walk to class like this," you suggested softly. "I know you wouldn't harm me. If everyone else can see that... they'd understand, right?"

Shock flooded Malleus's face. Then, like a flash of lightning and a fleeting bellow of thunder, it was over, replaced by the faintest chuckle.

"... Very well." He squeezed your hand, the motion sending sparks of electricity through you. "I would not be opposed to this. If they are to weave tall tales, then all we must do is flip the script and write a story of our own to combat theirs."

[homkamiro]

Love is in the air! 💘 (comms)