#truly such a sweetie like absolute cuddle bug

[causticsunshine]

in other news feeling slightly less fucking awful today and maybe it’s because we got my dad a new dog yesterday

her name is freddie and she’s the biggest dork i have ever met in my life 🤧

[twstedstoryshop]

Shaking the rust off with writing fluffy headcanons. This is a very self-indulgent piece for me as I’m a rather touchy person who will hug and cling onto my close friends. -Shopkeep

Heartslabyul With A Super Affectionate MC

“Prefect, I was just looking for you.” “Oh, hey! What do ya need, sweetheart?”

Never had Riddle gone bug-eyed and slack-jawed so fast. His cheeks immediately go red, rivaling the freshly painted roses the freshmen had just finished. He tries to find his words, failing for a good five seconds before he barks out, “Wha-what did you just call me…!?”

“Sweetheart?” “Yes, that!” You tilt your head. “I call everyone pet names, do you not like it?” “O-of course I don’t like it! I’m not some little child to coo over!”

You feel a little disheartened, but you understand where Riddle is coming from. You agree to stop calling him pet names, but the Dorm Leader feels a bit guilty seeing you look a little bummed.

Riddle wouldn’t lie to himself that he felt annoying knots form in the pit of his stomach when you’re openly affectionate with others, but immediately get a bit formal when he steps into the room.

It gets to the point where when the two of you are alone, he sighs, and admits, “I apologize for the way I yelled at you that one time… I actually don’t mind it when you, ahem, call me pet names… Only in private though!”

Physical affection is something Riddle has to work the nerve for. When you asked to merely lean against his shoulder in private, he said yes, but it was so uncomfortable by how stiff the poor guy was.

But in due time, he’ll ease into it, truly enjoying the contact. Especially when you two hug. You can feel him nuzzle against you when you embrace and you do the same, burying yourself in his clothes as you cling to one another.

“Could you pass me that jar of sugar, Prefect?” “Oh yeah, honey, I gotchu.”

Trey would perk up at the little name and a small smirk curls on his lips. He’d playfully reply back, “Thank you, sweetie~” just to see your reaction. Be it flustered or pleasantly surprised, it would amuse him greatly.

Seeing the positive reaction to the pet names, you would edge into more bold moves where you gently bump your forehead against his shoulder or ask to lay your head in his lap.

Naturally, he would still poke a little fun at you, saying you remind him of his baby siblings. But he doesn’t stop you though! He even goes as far as to pat your head as you lean against him. You’d either lay your hand on top of his, grasping it gently or taking it to admire it.

Definitely one of the big candidates to cling onto his arm if you feel like you need security walking anywhere or need physical contact.

“Heya, Prefect~!” “Hiya, Cay-bb!!!”

Takes to your affections like a duck to water. Is more than happy to envelope you in his arms, swing you around if he could, and is all smiles.

Doesn’t bat an eye if you wordlessly lean against his shoulder and clutch on his shirt or you press your face against his stomach as you lay in his lap. He either has an arm around your shoulders or lays a hand on your side, thumb idly tapping a beat stuck in his head while he scrolls through his phone.

Sometimes he lets you stare at his scrolling if you’re cuddling up against him. You both chuckle at any funny posts or you make some side comments of any of his posts.

You get to see a glimpse of his more observant side. Like: “I really like the lighting in this one.” “You think so? I felt like I could have gone for something more eye-catching.” “Nah dude, it looks pretty as hell.”

Another candidate to cling onto his arm if you need security. Will even allow you to interlock fingers as you hold hands.

“Oi, Prefect, come sit with us over here!” “Ahh, thank you so much. You’re an absolute doll~”

Nearly chokes without fail every time that you grace him with a pet name. He sheepishly tries to brush it off like it’s nothing, but his blush and flustered expression say otherwise.

Another boy that turns into a plank of wood at sudden physical affection. He doesn’t stop it though as he will awkwardly return the affection. Please be patient with him as he adjusts.

The affection is more natural though during times where he feels a little downhearted. Be it after flunking a test or he’s just feeling generally homesick. He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder and slump against you. He just wants to be held and feel a comforting hand rub at the back of his head.

“It’s gonna be okay, Deuce… You’re gonna be fine babe…” He buries his face in your shoulder and can only give a little, “Mmm…” in response.

“Yo, Prefect, wanna swing by Sam’s to get some snacks? Heard a deal is happening today.” “Would absolutely love to do that with ya, babe.”

Immediately clocks the pet name and his signature smirk dances across his features. Will tease instantly, asking if you have feelings for him or not. How you respond is all up to you.

Either way, it won’t stop the fact that you two are like glue to each other. You’re very much the obnoxious two that are constantly having some sort of physical contact with one another, unless someone physically gets in between you two.

You are each other’s respite during busy days. You take turns hiding your faces against each other, tuning out the world, and only focusing on each other’s warmth and scent. Ace particularly likes to keep his hand on your back almost in a protective manner if anyone tries to come over and bother you two.

Nap and cuddle homies. It’s so easy for the both of you to immediately relax and fall asleep in each other’s arms. Ace likes to curl up into a ball sometimes with you just so close to him, smothered right up against his chest.

[luciferloser]

Brothers reacting to an insecure MC

Lucifer

Hearing a knock at your door, you quickly pulled your shirt down from where you were scrutinising yourself in front of your mirror. Turning around, you saw Lucifer leaning against your doorframe, with his arms folded. For a brief moment, neither of you said anything. You began to shift slightly under his intense gaze as he strolled into your room to where he was standing right in front of you. “MC, I don’t care how much you weigh, or where your weight is more prominent, you’re beautiful both inside and out.” You opened your mouth to argue with him, but he quickly pressed his index finger to your lips.

“Don’t interrupt me, I’m not finished. As I was saying, you must be beautiful both physically and personality-wise if you managed to make me fall for you.” It wasn’t often Lucifer expressed his feelings for you, which is why his confession meant that much more to you. Burying your face into his chest, you whispered softly, “thank you.”

Mammon

Mammon was lounging in the living room on his DDD when you walked in. Feeling particularly bold, because none of his brother’s were around to torment him, he pulled you onto his lap just as you went to sit down beside him. You yelped as you crash landed on him, immediately going to stand up again. “Oi oi, where are you going? You should be grateful I wanted you to sit on MY lap!” he whined, wrapping his arms around you to keep you in place.

“I’m too heavy Mammon...” you murmured, gently trying to pry his arms off you.

“Huh? No you ain’t, remember I’m a demon. Besides, who told you you’re too heavy to sit on their lap? I’ll give ‘em a piece of my mind!” he muttered angrily, pushing his nose into your neck gently. “Anyways, let’s make the most of having the room to ourselves before one of my brothers comes in, you’re fine where you are.” he mumbled, his cheeks heating up; not that he would ever tell you that.

Leviathan

Sitting in Levi’s room playing a multiplayer game, both your DDD’s buzzed with a text alert. Waiting until the round was over, you unlocked your device to see it was this week’s popularity contest results. “Good afternoon everybody. We decided to mix things up this week by changing the criteria to attractiveness. In tenth place, Leviathan, ninth place, Barbatos...” Levi trailed off as he continues to read the rest of the results in his head.

“I didn’t even make the list...” You signed, locking the phone and moving to stand up.

“Hey where are you going? MC, wait! Don’t let that stupid list upset you, you should know you’re worth way more than what those stupid normies think anyways.” Levi declared, not being able to meet your eyes towards the end of his confession.

“You really think so?” you murmured, taking a seat next to him once more.

“Duh. I don’t just let anybody hang out with me. Especially in my own room.” He smiled gently, handing you your controller once more.

Satan

You and Satan were reading in his room, quietly enjoying each other’s company when you managed to spill tea down your shirt. Muttering curse words, you leapt to your feet.

“Not to sound like a pervert, but you should take your shirt off before you burn yourself.” Satan suggested, moving to help you take it off.

Hugging yourself, you began to back away as Satan reached out to you. “No it’s okay, I’ll go and get changed in my room.” You whispered, turning to leave.

Eyes lighting up in understanding, Satan headed to his closet, returning with one of his sweaters. “I apologise if I made you uncomfortable, MC. However, if it’s any help to you, I think you look absolutely stunning all the time. I’ll let you get changed.” His eyes crinkled as rubbed your arm gently. Feeling your cheeks heat up as he left, you mumbled “damnit Satan.”

Asmodeus

Sighing to yourself, you knocked on Asmo’s door, shuffling from foot to foot. Tilting his head, Asmo took in the sight of you in front of his door. “MC, my dear, you know you don’t have to knock! You are always welcome.” he reassured softly; sensing something was bugging you. “Come in, I was just about to try out some new skin care products!”

“Actually, that’s what I came here for. I just haven’t been feeling that great about my skin lately and-” you began to ramble as Asmo pulled you to him.

“Oh sweetie, why didn’t you say so sooner! I have just the products for you! You’ll be feeling like the god/goddess you are in no time!” Asmo exclaimed, taking your face in his palms tenderly. “I know I talk about being beautiful a lot all the time but when I say you are one of the most stunning people I have ever met, I truly do mean it.”

Beelzebub

Beel was busy raiding the kitchen as you sat on the counter with your DDD in hand. “Hey MC do you want some of this scream cheese chowder?”

“Ah, no thank you Beel. Keep it for yourself.” you uttered, briefly glancing up at him.

“Is it poisonous? I could’ve sworn this one wasn’t, what about this seaweed soup? This one’s delicious! You won’t be disappointed.” he grinned enthusiastically.

“No no, I’m okay, watching you enjoy your food is enough for me.” you said, hopping off the counter.

“But MC, you barely touched your dinner.” Beel frowned, stepping in front of the doorway to stop you leaving the kitchen. “Maybe I’m reading this all wrong and you just don’t have much of an appetite today, but I think you look great as you are.” He confessed, glancing down at you with what can only be described as pure adoration.

Throwing yourself at the soft redhead, you whispered into his chest “Thank you Beel, I really needed to hear that.”

Belphegor

You woke up to find yourself curled up with Belphie in his bed. Glancing down, you noticed that your shirt had risen up in your sleep. In your haste to pull it back down, you threw Belphie’s arm off from where it had rested across your waist. Sitting up in indignation, Belphie asked as he yawned, “What’s up with you?”

Seeing as you were both awake, there was no point in going back to sleep; it was already gone 10am anyways. Peeling back the covers, you also sat up. “Nothing, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Hm, well anyways, your shirt rode up last night, I thought you looked quite cute.” he stayed nonchalantly.

“You noticed, and thought it was cute?” you quizzed, genuine shock flitting across your face.

“Well why wouldn’t I? To me you’ll always be cute, knowing how different we are in strength. I guess what I’m trying to say is, if you feel embarrassed about your tummy; you have no reason to. Just means there’s more of you to cuddle.” Belphie announced, curling back up with his pillow. “Now come back to bed for a bit, I’m still tired.”

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I think i’ll make a second part for this, with the undateables responses. Feel free to send in requests or just to chat to me!

[hufflesmonsters]

New Beginnings

A/N: hi, just dropping in to say I’m writing again >:D enjoy this slow burn. Also, surprise, it’s not a lizard man story though I do have one in the works so there is that.

~*~*~*~

Torren swung the ax down, splitting the log in two. Sweat beaded his brow as the sun bore down on him. He stuck the ax down in the wood stump and stood, wiping away the sweat with the back of his hand as he looked up at the sky. Just past noon, he’d have to get a move on if he was going to be on time for the kings summon. If he even wanted to take the job, whatever it was. If King Richard the second wished to hire a mercenary, it surely couldn’t be for anything fun. He clearly didn’t want to waste his own men for this, which meant that Torren was likely going to die during his job. 

And yet… the money he would get if he lived. He could retire, and finally live his dream of being the towns hermit to its fullest potential. As in, he only ever comes into town on stormy nights to buy ten kegs of ale and disappear for another three months. He grew his own food, hunted his own meat. Of course he kept messing up his tomato plants which meant he had to go into town to get those, but once he can figure it out then mission Hermit was a go. 

Stepping back, he grabbed the shirt he had draped over a nearby branch and walked towards his home. It was a nice little shack, one he’d built from scratch back when he was just a young boy. He had found the location by accident really, one minute he was being chased by his elder brothers, the next he was standing in a clearing with a pond and no one in sight for miles. At first it was just a cool hideout, somewhere he could go to get away from his crazy family and village bullies. But over the years he spent more and more time here, fixing it up and expanding the facilities. Next thing he knew he had completely moved in and claimed the land officially as his. 

Tossing the shirt on the couch, he walked into his bedroom and opened his dresser. He wasn’t sure what he’d need really, if this was a quick trip, and he hoped it was, he’d only really need two shirts, pants and his washing supplies. He already had his armor on, his swords were already by the door, polished and ready to go. He grabbed the shirts, extra pants, and his bag of supplies and stuffed them into a bag that he could tack onto his horses saddle. He’d grab a small coin purse for food and drink, which should cover him for his trip if he was careful. If he ran out of coin he’d only have to offer to chop wood for inns or something like that. 

As he turned to leave, bag in hand, he stopped by the kitchen and grabbed the oat bag for Sweetie. Most of the time she was content to just chew on grass, or even break into gardens and devour everything in sight. But oats, how she loved oats. 

The sun glared at him as he exited the house, he stopped briefly to lock it up before continuing down the path to the pasture. He could already see the giant grazing peacefully, black tail flicking away bugs as her dappled gray coat shone silver in the sunlight. She was truly a magnificent horse, holding a presence without even trying. She was a draft horse, one of the few capable of holding a full grown orc. And she was an absolute sweetie, hence, her name.��

“Got something for you, Sweetie,” Torren called as he entered the stall part of the pasture, grinning as her large head shot up, ears pointed forward and nostrils flaring. She smelled the oats like sharks smell blood in the water. With a graceful trot, she soon stood in front of him, towering over him by two feet. She bent down and nuzzled his cheek lovingly, snorting into his ear as he tried to shove her away. “We don’t have time to cuddle, girl. The King wants us at the castle by midday tomorrow.”

Sweetie snorted and stood upright again, flank twitching as she moved past him and into the tacking area. She was smart, smarter than most horses he’d met. She waited patiently as he began to saddle her, taking his time to secure the bag and oats in a place where she couldn’t get to it. She was tricksy, especially when it came to oats. But she also knew that those were a night time snack, something that he wouldn’t just give out unless they narrowly avoided death and allowed her to have something to chew on while he fought off a panic attack. 

He slid the reins over her head, patting her cheek as she opened her mouth to allow the rod to go in. Once she was fully outfitted, he lead her out of the stalls and closed the doors behind her. He swung up onto her back, and settled in. Gathering the reins, he clicked his tongue and set off down the dirt path that lead into town. The castle wasn’t too far, if he traveled nonstop today he’d be able to make it before midday tomorrow. Talk to the king, get the job done, and they’d be home before they knew it. 

~*~*~*~

Reaching the castle, Torren almost turned back around. He’d heard the rumors, how King Richard the second seemed to… overcompensate. The walls around the kingdom were large, but not as large as the damn castle. It towered over everything, almost as if it was a direct challenge to the gods. It was also very, very ugly with its pale brown coloring and lack of windows.

Showing his summons slip to the guards at the gate, he slowly made his way into the kingdom. It was another thing that irked him about King Richard, he was a man with “purist” beliefs. No race other than human was allowed past the walls without a proper invite. There was no trading, or apprenticeship allowed between humans and others. Which raised another red flag about this job offer, why would a king who hates his kind specifically ask him to complete a task for him. 

Torren tightened his fist on the reins as he watched the crowd wearily. He was going to die, either here or on this job if he wasn’t careful enough. The townsfolk weren’t bad, they looked more open to him than the guards did, but he didn’t dare interact with them. Not even to the young children who waved at him for the guards were watching him just as closely as he was watching them. 

Reaching the palace, he climbed off of Sweetie’s back and handed the reins over to the stable boy, a warning look in his eyes. If they mistreated her, he would rip all of their spines from their backs and beat them to death with it. Torren turned to look at the guards that approached him, back stiff as he towered over them. It was almost laughable, how they escorted him into the palace. 

The inside of the castle was just as ugly as the outside, the same beige walls, no decorations whatsoever. Whoever helped the king design this deserved to be publicly executed. Knights stood at every corner, some seemed to be standing at random places the further they got in. It was almost as if someone had just told them to pick a window and stand. The guards increased as they drew closer to the throne room, all of them standing at attention as they stopped in the middle. The guards beside him stood at attention, hands over heart and back straight. 

One of the guards announced the arrival of the king, everyone else following in salute. Torren looked up in expectation for the infamous King Richard the Second. Looking, looking, out of confusion, his gaze drew down to the floor when an irritated cough sounded. 

Oh, oh gods… 

Torren had to physically bite his tongue as he took in the sight of King Richard the second. No wonder the castle was so large and hideous, this man barely stood past a humans waist. He recalled an old nickname for the king, one that was immediately outlawed in the towns surrounding his kingdom. Little Dick Jr, the bane of all of Pufort. 

Torren knelt in front of the tiny king before any more offense could be given. And he had a lot to give at this moment in time. “Your grace,” he said stiffly. 

“Rise,” came the nasally response. “Do you know why I've called you here, orc?” Dick Jr asked once Torren towered over him again. 

“No, m'lord.” 

“I am a king without a queen, I'm basically a laughing stock in all the kingdoms!” Torren was willing to put money on it, that wasn't the reason why, but he knew better than to say that. “But there's a princess, locked away in a tower due east. And she will be my bride.” 

“And you wish me to retrieve her?” Torren asked for clarification. That didn't sound so hard at all. 

“Yes, it's a week’s journey all together, the roads are treacherous, but I'm sure you're no stranger to that,” again, nothing dangerous. “And then of course there's the active volcano and lava surrounding the castle and the dragon guarding it.” Ah, there it is. 

“I see, that doesn't sound too difficult for me,” Torren said, lying through his teeth. He could handle bandits, he could even sneak past a fucking dragon. But lava? An active volcano? That was something he'd never experienced before and wasn't too keen on the idea. 

“Perfect, we will discuss your payment when you get back. Godspeed, I wish to be married by the end of the month!” Little Dick Jr clapped his hands twice, alerting the guards that he was done talking to the half orc. 

Torren bowed his head and turned to make his leave. If he walked fast enough, he could get out of this city by the time the king reached the stairs. The guards had attempted to follow him out, but after they had to literally run to keep up they quit. It wasn't like he was going to do anything anyways. 

He eyed the gods awful bust of Dick jr. and contemplated tripping into it…

No, no. Not yet. 

~*~*~*~

If there were small miracles, Torren may have found one. Sweetie was in perfect condition when he had retrieved her, granted she had been touched by the stable hands and she made sure to voice her displeasure by biting his shirt and nearly throwing him into a mud pile. Sweetie was a sweetheart up until she had the wrath of the gods placed upon her. 

They had made their way out of the kingdom as fast as they could, and Torren was grateful that the guards didn’t give him an official escort out of the kingdom. Though, he had noticed several guards watching him carefully if he lingered too long in an area. Sure, there was traffic, but he was an orc, that was an unforgivable crime don’t you know? He half expected to get harassed when he passed by the front gate guards, but he was uncomfortably surprised to find that they did not. 

Oh, he was going to die on this mission. He should have gotten his affairs in order, who was going to take after Sweetie when he was gone? His brothers were half a kingdom away and his neighbors didn’t know he existed. Now, he was realizing as he traversed the hills, it was a bad time to be a hermit. Sweetie was smart though, maybe she’d find a new hermit to adopt and go about her life. 

Okay, maybe he should focus on traveling and not his soon to be untimely demise. 

Torren had just crested the hill overlooking the neighboring village when a shout came from his right. Looking over, he was wary to see an elf making his way over on his own sturdy steed. The elf seemed friendly enough, though most elves he met rarely stayed friendly. He paused and waited for the elf to approach, keeping a hand on his dagger just in case. 

The elf wasn’t bad looking, kind of handsome really if Torren was being honest with himself. Tall, a bit taller than most of the elves he met, golden skin that would make King Midas jealous. Long brown hair braided back in practicality rather than aesthetic, though it was a tad too ornate for pure practicality. He was dressed in simple leathers, with elven embroidery up around the shoulders, partially obscured by the cloak he wore. 

  “Hail, friend! I see you came from Pufort, a fine accomplishment for those of us considered too “unpure”,” the elf gave a laugh as he settled beside Sweetie. “Gavril, merc for hire,” he introduced himself as he put his hand out.

“Torren,” Torren said as he took the hand and shook it once. A mutual respect was given to the elf, some mercs stuck together, especially those around Pufort. The land wasn’t known for tolerance, mostly the guards fault, and so it wasn’t common to see many mercs who weren’t human. “What brings you to Pufort?”

“Ah, but the king, of course!” Gavril gave the man a bright smile before his smile dropped. “Better to talk here than in the village. Less ears.”

Torren felt his heart drop at the comment, dear gods was this the end? He hadn’t even made it out of Pufort yet! Gods, the amount of fun his brothers would have when they find out that he died in Pufort of all places… 

“I can see you’re freaking out, fear not, I am not going to say “long live Dickie”,” Gavril let out a laugh, and Torren didn’t appreciate it, like, at all. “He hired me a month back, and when I disappeared he chose to hire you.”

“And I should believe you, why?” Torren actually did believe him, it was just the dick move that Dickie would pull. But he was a distrustful man by nature, and so grilling the elf it was. 

“Why would I lie? Being here in of itself is a death sentence for me if one of his guards spots me,” Gavril shrugged. “No, I felt as if the job was far too… strange for me to complete without the full story.”

“And that story was?” Torren raised a brow as he shifted on Sweetie, who snorted in warning as she grazed. 

“The princess, she’s apparently the daughter of the neighboring kingdom, Aster. I did my research and went to them with the information on Richard. They don’t like the idea of an unsavory man such as him “rescuing” their daughter in such an unhonorable way,” Gavril leaned a bit as his voice dropped. “I was riding by, coming back from another business that I had to attend,  when I happened to have heard he had another summons, I thought it was only fair to let you know about it all.”

“And what, exactly, are you hoping to inform me of other than the princesses misfortunes?” Torren leaned slightly in despite himself. 

“I’m to meet another fellow, a minotaur by the name of Jardor. He was the princess's guard before she was imprisoned so she’d be more trusting of us. Her parents hired me to take her Aster instead of Pufort, and their offer is extended to any other mercenary hired by Richard.”

“And this is legitimate? How do you know they won’t cast you off to Richards' wrath once they have their daughter?” 

Gavril nodded as he sat upright. “A fair question, I, myself, found myself doubting it. However, I asked around their former employers and found that they were actually credible. I understand that you have no reason to believe me, but if you are curious you are more than welcome to come with me to meet up with Jardor.”

“And where is he?” Surely a minotaur would be noticeable around a place like Pufort.

“He was smart enough not to come to the welcoming land of Pufort,” Gavril said with a grin. “He’s in Halder’s Rest in the neighboring village, Stonewall, I believe.” 

“And you just happened to be riding by Pufort and saw me?” Torren raised a brow as he leaned back. 

Gavril let out a soft laugh. “Fair enough, I might have been lingering around to see what the little man’s reaction would have been.”

“How? You couldn’t have been allowed in the city.”

“It’s actually fairly easy to sneak in if you find the really dumb guards,” Gavril said with a smirk. “If you talk fast and use big words to explain away things, they simply just let you in.”

Torren shook his head, “very well. I’ll come with you to this Jardor, but I make no promises that I will join you.”

“Of course,” Gavril gave a bow to his head. “Now, what do you think are the odds that these kind folk will allow us to rest in their undoubtedly comfortable inn?”

“‘Us’?” Torren looked at the elf with furrowed brows. Surely he didn’t think they were going to travel to Halder’s Rest together, did he?

“Yes, ‘us’,” Gavril said with a raised brow. “Surely you didn’t think I’d just abandon you to these unwashed masses, did you?”

“Yes?” Torren wasn’t sure who he pissed off up there, but he was fairly sure he didn’t deserve this kind of forced upon companionship here. 

“Oh, my friend,” Gavril gave a sympathetic pout before clapping Torren on the shoulder. “You’re stuck with me.”

Gods help him.

~*~*~*~

Turns out, the good folk were not willing to rent out their plentiful rooms to two distinguished gentlemen like them. So, seeing as the guards started gathering around them once they exited, the duo had opted to camp out on the spacious planes outside of the village. Pro: it was a nice night out with the stars shining bright; con: there were wolves and they very much were eyeing them as a snack.

Luckily for them, the wolves found a rather unfortunate deer and left them alone for the rest of the night. After that, the sleeping got easier, though Torren still kept a hand on his dagger under his pillow. And if he noticed that Gavril did the same with his staff, well, he wasn’t going to be one to talk. 

The morning was a tense affair, Gavril had cooked and while it smelt delicious Torren wasn’t one for accepting food from strangers. But his mother also raised a gentleman with manners so he ate anyway. And it pissed him off more that it was, indeed, delicious in all honesty.

They set off not long afterwards, mounting their steeds and making their way to Stonewall, a village that was a good two hours away. Both Sweetie and Torren did their best to ride ahead of Gavril and his steed, Farren, however the two seemed to be professionals Thorn in his Side, for they stayed right on his heels, humming a stupid little song.

Torren really pissed off some of the gods. 

But, by the Grace of the gods, they finally made it to Halder's Rest with minimal spats. Or, "character building" in Gavril's mind. The vast difference between Aster's civilians and Pufort's was easily spotted. Where an inhuman was hard to see even just passing through in Pufort, it was hard to not see them in Aster. From vendors, to guards, to just a milk maiden lizard girl. 

It felt… welcoming. 

"Halder's Rest is just down the road,'' Gavril said as he led Farren though the bustling roads. 

Torren let him take the reins, not sure if he should run or not. He had no idea really what sort of situation he was walking into. One kingdom was going to be pissed off, that was for sure. Either Pufort or Aster, and he wasn’t sure which one was better. Aster wasn’t known for its military, sure it had it, but no one had seen it in action in well over a hundred years. They preferred to stay diplomatic in negotiations, and somehow it’s worked so far. And yet, he feared what Aster would do if King Richard the Seconded got his grubby little hands on their daughter. 

But another part feared what the King would do to him if he failed to deliver the princess. He wasn’t the first mercenary, and even Gavril admitted he was cheating death when he hung around Pufort waiting for Torren to leave. Pufort was well known for their military power. King Richard was always willing to fling a fleet at a neighboring kingdom, or hell, even his own people, if he felt there was even a hint of offense at him and his legitimacy of his rule. 

He should run, Torren realized. Like now, right now-

“Hey, there he is!” Gavril said as he pointed at the minotaur guard that stood outside the inn with his arms crossed.  “Jardor!”

Jardor looked up with irritation on his face. He was big, even for a minotaur and just as uniquely colored. Most minotaurs that Torren had come across were either brown or black with white colorations. But Jardor was a multi-colored minotaur, white based but he had russet, black, brown and gray mottled on the skin that was exposed through his armor. His horns were wide and angled high, making him more imposing.

“Stop calling attention to us,” the guard hissed as they drew closer. “You could jeopardize the mission.”

“Oh, please,” Gavril rolled his eyes. “There’s only milkmaids here, it’s not that dangerous.”

“The king could find out and send his fleet,” Torren hissed at the elf. 

“Exactly,” Jardor snorted as he shifted his stance. “Our success depends heavily on stealth. Until we deliver the princess back to the capital of Aster, we are not out of the weeds yet.”

Gavril sighed heavily but nodded. “So, are we heading out or is there other business we need to attend to first here?”

“We’ll head out, most of the pleasantries can be exchanged on the road,” Jardor said as he led them to the guards stables and pulled his draft horse out of the stall. As he mounted, Torren surveyed the town. It was a nice place to be, he supposed. But he still preferred his privacy.

“I don’t believe we met,” Jardor said to him as they set out. “I’m the Princesses’ guard, Jardor Stoneskin. And you?”

“Torren Azorrn,” Torren said finally. “Just got hired from the King-”

“-and poached from me once he left,” Gavril interjected with a cheerful grin.

“Yes,” Torren agreed with a heavy sighed. 

Jardor snorted and shook his head. “Of course,” he sighed. “I apologize for him, he was supposed to go home and then make his way back here. Though I am glad he did make the detour, I doubt I would have survived the trip with just the two of us.”

Torren found himself smiling as Gavril let out a gasp of mock hurt. “It is nice to have a more level headed company,” he agreed as Gavril mumbled to himself as the two men snickered. 

“I will have you two know, I am pleasant company!” Gavril said as he steered his horse next to Sweetie. 

“Of course, my friend,” Jardor said evenly with a placating smile. “Of course.”

“Why did you have to return home, anyways?” Torren asked with a raised brow at the elf. He had only mentioned business arrangements, but going home was an entirely different thing “Was that the other business you mentioned earlier?” 

“It was,” Gavril said defensively. “I have people at home who were waiting on me, had to let them know I’d be back for good later than anticipated.” 

Torren nodded and left it at that, he wasn’t going to judge people for their personal affairs, he knew that if he was still in contact with his own brothers he’d be doing the same. They lapsed into a silence after that, save for the occasional direction change from Jardor the other two were content with just following him. Finally, Torren found himself speaking up. “Jardor, if you’re the princesses’ guard, then why aren’t you with her?”

“Ah, there are two princesses in Aster, the one who is heir to the throne and the second in line should anything happen to the eldest sibling,” Jardor said. “The princess I served was the second in line, though she loathed the whole thing,” he added with a soft smile. “When she was...cursed, I was ordered to stay behind and help protect her sister.”

“So she’s cursed?” Gavril asked with a frown. “You didn’t mention that.”

Jardor shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I, yes, she’s cursed,” he said stiffly. “The sooner she comes home, I’m sure she’ll be closer to breaking that curse.”

“Isn’t true love usually the factor in those curses?” Gavril asked with a furrowed brow as Torren studied the minotaur. 

“Yes, but that is not the case here,” Jardor said with such confidence neither mercenary knew what to do with that. 

“So what is this curse?” Torren asked. “Why was she moved to such a remote location, surrounded by lava and a dragon?”

“It was considered necessary by the Throne, it was not my place to question it,” Jardor said stiffly. 

“So you did disagree,” Gavril noted. “Which means it likely isn’t a curse, and that makes me so much more intrigued, don’t you feel the same, Torren?” 

Torren didn’t comment. But he did note that the minotaur was clearly hiding something, and that made him all the more wary of this job. He should have just stayed home. 

“Must you grate on my nerves, elf-boy?” Jardor snapped as he looked at the elven mercenary. 

“Ah, elf-boy is actually my younger brother, a cute lad but not nearly as annoying as me, elf-man,” Gavril said with a grin, but it dropped quickly in the wake of a grim expression on his face. “Look, we can deal with a dragon, and even the lava. But if she’s cursed, we need to know exactly what we’re walking into.”

“Nothing dangerous,” Jardor promised, and the two men relaxed just a bit at that. The situation was weird, but Jardor radiated a trusting aura that it was hard to suspect they were walking into a trap. At least for Gavril, Torren always assumed there would be a trap involved when he traveled with others. “Just let me take the lead when we get to the tower, a familiar face will help her.”

“How long has she been locked away?” Torren asked finally. 

“Seven years,” Jardor said with a weary look in his eyes, and deeper down, pain. “It’s high time for her to come home.” He nudged his horse, kicking her into a faster gait as they made their way out of Aster and into the wildlands. “That said, we’re a three day journey away from the tower, it’s in a remote part of the country that few travel by. We shouldn’t face any resistance before the volcano.”

“Well then, let’s get ourselves a princess,” Gavril said with a smirk at Torren as he sent Farren barreling after Jardor. 

Torren sighed heavily and patted Sweetie’s neck, “let’s get this over with,” he said to her as he nudged her side gently, a gentle permission to run with the other horses, a permission that she gladly took as she galloped next to their two companions. In just three days, he’ll be fighting off a dragon surrounded by molten lava just to rescue a princess. That was the only certain thing he knew about this mission, if there was a curse, if they could get her to Aster before the King found out, if he still was getting paid.

Gods, was he still getting paid?

~*~*~*~

[eye of the tiger blasting]

Jardor kept the lead, forging ahead when Gavril decided that bickering with Torren was a Lovely Idea. Both men, both adult men, were constantly five seconds away from getting into a slapping fight that escalated when Gavril, a four year old apparently trapped in a twenty eight year old's body, claimed that Torren had hit him. 

Jardor just let it happen when Torren really did hit him. 

Setting up camp was a horrid affair, all three of them were skilled in camping, but those skills had varying degrees. Jardor could put up an excellent tent, but the sleeping cot kept getting tangled and eventually he just laid out on the mess with a stoic resolve. Torren was an expert in putting out his sleeping cot, but his tent kept falling out on one side and eventually he just moved Sweetie over to help keep it propped up with the promises of getting her an extra big bag of oats. And Gavril would put his tent up, but in the process of laying out his sleeping cot the tent would fall. When he’d try to put the cot up first, the tent would fall and he’d have to find his way back out again. And so, in a moment where his remaining two brain cells bumped together, he tied his tent up to the branches of the tree keeping it up and elevated while Torren glared at him from the inside of his lopsided tent that was beginning to smell of horse.

The morning didn’t help anything either. 

Torren, used to years of cooking and traveling by himself, had woken up early and made himself, and only himself, a nice breakfast. The other two, woken by the pleasant smell of bacon and the heavenly sizzle of fresh eggs being cooked, came out of their tents with growling stomachs and crushing disappointment when they spotted Torren eating it all by himself. Jardor was disappointed, Gavril was dismayed. The two had to fend for themselves, Jardor splitting a piece of jerky with the elf as they glared subtly in Jardor’s case, and blatantly in Gavril’s. 

When they finally set back out again, it was in lesser spirits than the day before. They were less than a day away, according to the smell of sulfur that got increasingly heavier as they traveled on. Gavril could see why no one had rescued the princess prior till now, the lands around the volcano were barren, the roads treacherous by hungry wolves. It was dangerous even for the three of them, he couldn’t imagine a merchant or a lone adventurer braving this land.

Well, maybe Torren.

But everyone else would be fucked.

Jardor let out a soft laugh up ahead and slowed to a stop at the crest of the hill. He glanced back at the two catching up, a light shining in his eyes as he grinned at them. “We’re here,” he announced as the tower, tall and magnificent, loomed below. It wasn’t exactly just a remote tower, Gavril could make out some crumbling structures of a once beautiful palace. He wondered, hoped really, that it was still stable and safe for the princess, surely her parent’s wouldn’t have dumped her into this hell hole if it was unstable. He paused, actually, he’s met some gods awful parent’s. It was a high possibility. But that was neither here nor there, the tower was still far enough away, but they would arrive there within the hour if they paced themselves. They still couldn’t spot the dragon, and none of them were willing to go head on against a fucking dragon.

Torren opened his mouth to speak, to ask what the plan was in case the dragon reared its head. But before he could utter a single word, a horn sounded from behind them. The three turned on their steeds to watch as a troop of soldiers made their way towards the tower, banners flying high, and armor glittering in the sunlight. 

Pufort. 

"Fuck," Gavril said with pursed lips. 

Fuck was right. 

~*~*~*~

Princess Amirah was absolutely, and positively bored. She had nothing else to paint, unless Harold suddenly changed their mind about her painting his scales. She’s run dramatically through the hallways a dozen times this morning, and really she wasn’t feeling it for a thirteenth time. All the books have been read, a countless amount of times. At this point she could quote the books and she did, constantly, to Harold as they cleaned their teeth from their meal each night. Harold never spoke as to whether or not they enjoyed it, but she assumed they would have put an end to it by now if they didn’t. 

She sighed heavily as she paced her room, paint brush in hand as she tried to figure out a new canvas. There was still some room on the window sill, maybe even the dresser if she painted small enough. She paused by the open window, the smell of sulfur no longer bothered her as she breathed it in. She barely remembered the smell of fresh, clean air. Or the sound of bustling streets, the maids coming in with sweet hushed words, her mothers hugs…

Amirah shook her head and smacked her cheek chastisingly with her paint brush. No, no thoughts like that, she’s survived seven years without those things, she can survive many more. In all honesty, she probably could leave. It wasn’t like anyone was going to come looking for her of all the princesses in this unholy tower. They were more likely to go for the skinny blonde overlooking the ocean than her. Which was fine, she was the second born princess of Aster, her sister was always considered the prettiest, the fairest, the princess that all should aspire to be. 

Amirah made it her mission to defy that expectation. She hated the princess duties that her mother and sister had forced her to attend. She hated the expectations that were expected of her as the second in line to the throne. To marry a neighboring kingdom, to secure an alliance between the two. To have their heirs and continue the bloodline. It all made her squeamish honestly. In a perfect life, she wouldn’t mind marrying and settling down on her own terms with someone that she truly loved. But she didn’t have the perfect life, she had her mothers expectations and her sister's legacy. 

She was honestly safer in the tower than back home. 

A strange sound filled the air, and a frown pulled at her lips as she looked off outside. She adjusted her glasses as another horn sounded, a horn of all things. Why would a horn be here, who was blowing the damned thing. They were going to wake Harold up!

Leaning out the window, Amirah let out a gasp as banners crested over the hill. Banners that belonged to Pufort, the kingdom ruled by King Richard. In the distance, she spotted three men charging ahead of the group, and hope glittered in her heart as she spied familiar horns. Was Jardor really here? She didn't know who the other men were, or what she assumed were male honestly she knew some beefy female knights, oh gods was Clarissa here? That would truly make her day. 

Before she could speculate, however, a loud roar filled the air and shook the ground. Clinging to the wall, Amirah looked up in slight fear. She knew that roar, and what it meant. A challenge, anyone who wanted her, had to go through them.

May the Divines bless their poor souls.

[simplyotometrash]

Fluff Alphabet- Asmodues

Full Alphabet (because I’m weak)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your personality! Asmo adores everything about you, but your personality is what truly draws him in. You fascinate him. You aren’t like the demons or witches who only show interest in him for pacts or for sex. You genuinely love him. And he finds it curious. The little facets of your personality draw him in, he finds himself learning new things about you every single day you’re together. In turn, he learns new things about himself, too.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Ask me what ISN’T his favorite part, it’s a harder question. He encapsulates love for you, he loves your whole body. If he has to pick something, he would choose your eyes. They truly are the windows to the soul. Your beautiful soul (I beg you, listen to the song Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney). Your eyes have so much light and life, they reflect your feelings so well. They’re something he finds himself getting lost in. 

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Asmo can be a real cuddle bug. He likes holding you and being held. He’s only like this if he’s actually in a committed relationship with someone. His ideal way to cuddle is you both laying face to face, your leg draped over his hip and one of his legs between yours. His arm is draped over your waist, fingers able to trace against your back. He can see your stunning face and give you kisses and watch as you fall asleep. And think every day how lucky he is.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Shopping dates! Asmo likes to make full days out of your dates. A date with him includes shopping to both your favorite stores, eating at a cafe for a nice break, more shopping if you’re feeling up to it. Getting massages or manicures together. He likes wrapping things up at home, though, with a nice bubble bath together after you put your things down. It’s dimly lit, smells soft and floral, and the hot water is relaxing for your muscles. His perfect way to end an ideal date.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He has to learn to be open with certain emotions. He’s been treated like his sin for so long that sex and flirting is how he knows to communicate. But he has so much to express, he just isn’t given the chance to. In a relationship with you, he learns other ways of expression that he likes. He loves to give you gifts. He loves sitting in the same room, not even doing anything together. He becomes very open with outright telling you how he feels about things because he doesn’t want to keep you guessing. If he needs comfort, he asks for it. If he is happy, he shows it.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I’m not sure if Asmo is really a kid person. That’s not to say he dislikes kids, I don’t think he really wants them for himself. He can’t see himself as a dad. He prefers the freedom of not having children. But he does want to marry you. He wants you to be his. If he does change his mind about children, he would express it to you outright. If he changes his mind, it would be quite a few years into your relationship. I do think he’d love kid’s clothing and baby clothes.

“Look at how small and cute they are!” 

He’d actually be a really good father if he decides he wants children with you. But that’s for the distant future to decide.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Asmo gives you gifts constantly. 

“Oh, my darling star, I saw this in the shop and thought of you!”

He will do this a lot. He sees things that make him think of you or that he thinks you will like and buys them to give to you. His two love languages are gifts and touch. You will just get presents regularly. He does enjoy getting gifts, too! He is always thankful and appreciative. 

“Why, of course you bought me a gift. I am the dazzling Asmodeus after all~!”

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He didn’t think he liked holding hands much until you. He thought it felt sweaty and gross. And then you two held hands for the first time while shopping. You weren’t even dating at the time. His heart skipped and he knew he was done for. Now, he takes any chance he can to hold your hand. He likes to swing your hands, too. It’s childish and cute, very playful.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Asmo himself has enough self control that he would never hurt you. He’s like Mammon in that he would not even use his demon form against you, ever. But if he did accidentally hurt you, this demon boy would feel so horrible. 

If another demon hurt you, he would use his power to force them to leave before taking care of you. He is protective of his sweet honey. You will be catered to until you are healed again.

If you get hurt because you’re clumsy, he’ll laugh as he helps you up. He’s clearly checking you over for serious injury and taking you to get cleaned up if needed. He reminds himself to catch you next time you trip or stop you from running into things.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

His jokes are usually about himself. He loves himself, he is a king of self love after all. I think he plays up being a “narcissist” and uses it for joke material. I personally hate the whole “Asmo is a narcissist” thing because that isn’t what a narcissistic personality is. Loving oneself like he does is vanity but not narcissism and we need to stop calling vain people narcissists. 

Anyway!

He does like to pull pranks on and with you. You two can get engaged in prank wars a lot. Usually little things. Never, ever, mess with Asmo’s products though. If you do something that temporarily dyes his hair, he will come at you full force with his next prank. Don’t fucking do it.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He loves kisses! All the smooches for Asmodeus! But he has a fondness for kissing your neck. Maybe the thought of marking your neck makes it more appealing. Maybe it’s the fact that the throat has a pulse point that he can feel under his lips. He just loves trailing kisses up the column of your neck and to your jaw and lips. His kisses get real sensual real fast. Not necessarily sexual. 

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Physical affection and gift giving! As stated before, these are his primary love languages. Holding your hand or linking arms or hugs or cuddles. He loves touch. He craves physical affection and giving it to you is one way he shows his love. Giving you gifts is the other. It shows how often you are on his mind, how much he thinks of you when he’s doing things.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

That first time you ever held his hand. You two weren’t dating at the time. You were out shopping and got excited. It was crowded, though, and you didn’t want to get separated from him. You grabbed his hand, fingers linking together to strengthen the hold, and it was like his heart stopped beating for a moment. Everything seemed to slow down. That was when he knew he was in love. No one’s touch had ever made him feel like that before. He has photobooth pictures from that day in his wallet.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His worst fear is that you will tell him that you’ve been using him for sex the entire time. That you don’t really love him. He doesn’t want to be reduced down to his sin by you. You, the person he loves so much. The person who proved that he was more than his sin. If you came out with that, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself. He’s expressed this fear openly to you, to which he needed to be held because he was beginning to cry while telling you. Reassure him that your love goes far beyond sex. Please, don’t just be using him. He’s far more fragile than one might think.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

He is very particular about matching colors. With everything. If things don’t match, Asmo will not be happy. Even coordinating outfits with you is important. He doesn’t want to wear colors that clash with what you’re wearing. It’s important for things to look good together. That includes you two as a couple.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Oh he has a whole fucking list of pet names. He rotates through them routinely, it never gets boring. Sweetie, sweetheart, my dove, my darling, honey, my sweet honey, darling star. sunshine, starlight, darling love, love. It never gets old with Asmo. He loves cute pet names. Please call him by pet names, too. He doesn’t use babe or baby because he feels they’re overused.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Asmo, while he loves going on dates, enjoys just being in a room with you. You can be doing your own thing while he reads a magazine or paints his nails or scrolls through Devilgram. He doesn’t care what either of you are doing, so long as you are together. You don’t even need to talk. He likes having you in the room. But please, let him paint your nails. He will die if he gets to match your nails with his.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney and I will die on this hill

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Asmo doesn’t keep secrets from you. He doesn’t see much need to. He’s pretty much an open book.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Once he realized he was in love with you, not too long. He slowly pushed his boundaries with you to gauge reactions for the next few weeks before making a very romantic and heartfelt confession to you.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He tries to find out why you’re upset. He wants to help you. If you let him, he’ll give you a full body massage to help you feel better. He’ll run you a bath and let you soak, sitting by the bathtub if you ask. He will do anything he can to help you feel better. And he’s a great listener for when you’re ready to talk.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Oh, Asmo will show you off all the time. He loves getting to flaunt the fact that he has the most perfect partner. If you don’t like being shown off, he will tone it down. But he’s proud of you. Proud to be with you.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Asmo isn’t a fan of the idea of you being in serious fights. Especially with demons. He would fight for you in that case. If it’s a little cat fight, he is totally the boyfriend that would yell “kick her ass, sweetheart!” and hold your stuff for you while cheering you on.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

I feel like emotions are very connected to his sin. He can read you better than anyone. He can tell when pushing things is a bad idea and will leave it be. He can tell when you need space or need to get out of a situation. 

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Asmo would have to make something of it. It needs to be perfect and romantic. But very much a private affair. He doesn’t want to put you on the spot in public, he thinks that’s tacky and crude. He would beg to be able to propose to you in the human world. You go to Japan when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, The area is secluded, no one is around. There are cherry blossom petals dancing in the breeze when he kneels down and pulls out the ring to ask you. He even had Satan’s help writing his proposal like a poem. All for you.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

He feels calm when doing self care routines with you. Sometimes you just need to sit back, relax, and put on a face mask. It’s even more relaxing to do it with someone you care about. It doesn’t have to be a quiet kind of relaxing for him. He feels calm when getting to sit back and giggle with you, showing each other pictures you find while waiting on your masks to dry.

[whats-in-the-canister]

I crave....Jäger relationship headcanon...... 😳

I can absolutely do this. I crave more Jaeger content as well, my dear. （◞‿◟）

I hope this is good enough ;-;

Check out the platonic headcannons here: https://whats-in-the-canister.tumblr.com/post/624579522476589056/would-you-be-willing-to-do-being-platonicbest

SFW Relationship Headcannons - Marius “Jäger” Streicher

Right up front, Marius knew he liked you. However, he didn’t really know how much he liked you.

It took him a while for him to address his feelings. His teammates heard about nothing else but you for a few weeks.

You thought he didn’t like you at first, as he barely talked to you. He avoided you like the plague, but would joke and laugh with everyone else as if they were related. He later on told you he was just afraid, almost intimidated, to talk to you.

“I thought you were too good for me, or something, I don’t know.”

“Marius, sweetie... why?”

“I-, uh, I don’t know?! My head just spinned off my shoulders for a while...”

Dominic was glad he wasn’t talking his work up for once, but was still concerned over his friend’s jumble of confusion.

Elias was the most helpful, listening to him, but he didn’t want to push him towards confrontation. He did help Marius identify what he was feeling, however.

Monika, on the other hand, was the one who locked you and Jaeger in the tech lab together, and was the person who held onto the key that kept him from leaving unless he confessed.

With sweaty palms and weak knees, Jaeger confessed to you that night. He hates when you tell the story, because after you said yes to his “Ugghhmmm, mmm, uhm... I was wondering if you’d like to go out..sometime. Like together. Together. Like we’re together as a couple... together.”, he almost collapsed from relief.

It was a miracle his heart didn’t fail in that moment.

Dating Jäger is truly a unique experience.

Date nights include: watching weird geopolitical documentaries and cuddling at two o’clock in the morning, wheelchair racing in Hereford’s hallways, and of course, the classic ‘pass out on the living room floor before pizza’s delivered because we spent hours up in the tech lab painting the ads systems to look like Wall-E”

While he’s not very affectionate in public, Marius makes up for it with his constant praise. He tends to show off a lot, without realizing it. It’s not that he’s cocky, he’s just extremely proud of his work and his partner’s entire existence. “Mein libeling” is your name now. Good luck.

He has a dream about flying you two somewhere for a break. Outside of work, where you’re not getting shot at, or in immediate danger.

When he’s off in a foreign place on a mission, he likes to bring back little trinkets for you.

If you’re in the same line of work as him, he directs a lot of the attention he gets towards you.

He’s your hypeman 10/10. He’s constantly telling you how good you look, and how great you are. It’s absolutely endearing.

His coworkers are unwillingly subjected to the praise everyday. He has yet to notice.

While he can get in slumps every now and then, he tries his hardest to ignore it. You reminding him that he can’t just avoid his problems helps a lot. You’re his rock most of the time. His pride is hurt easily, but having you there to heal him helps. He’ll do the same for you. Without question.

While he does run cold, he loves cuddles. If you can ignore his algor mortis hands, he’ll be all over you at the end of the day.

He likes being around you. It’s hard for him to focus on one thing at a time, but he wants to be with you always. The problem is: his head won’t let him.

Just let him lay on your chest, or put your legs over his while he looks at his phone/the tv or reads. He loves it.

He still has a few scars (mental and physical) from Operation Chimera. He doesn’t really talk to anyone about the experience, aside from Doc and Harry, when it’s mandatory. Even his team doesn’t know how he’s coping.

Once you guys are together for a while, he opens up about it. He lets you see the scar on his chest first. Later on, he tells about what really bugs him: the mental scarring it caused him. He had trouble piloting for a while. Afraid what happened last time would repeat.

After you two layed down and talked about it, he feels like a weight has been taken off his shoulders. He fell asleep on your lap that night, your hand still running through his hair. He slept well.

[hecohansen31]

Requested by @walkxthexmoon​:

‘Could you pretty please write something with Roman and the prompt „I love you, and I know you never feel the same. But I’m okay with that’

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex, Upir! Roman’s Insticts, Fear of Rejection, Abandonment Issues.

“I love you, and I know you’ll never feel the same. But I’m okay with that” Roman muttered to himself, as he looked at the small gift he had been rolling between his fingers, an elegant pair of ruby earrings, a simple gift for your third year with him and Nadia.

For not having run away and having stuck with him, although you could have had so much more.

Because you deserved so much more.

And because Roman had finally realized he needed to let you know his feelings, to avoid taking advantage of you further up in the whole thing and to finally let you go.

This couldn’t go on till you finally realized that he wanted more from you, almost desperately.

And he knew that no sane woman would have joined him, willingly.

You were doing most of this for Nadia, and not him.

Although you were friends.

Simply friends in your mind.

But he couldn’t help but notice you, the way you’d smile at him so brightly and softly that he just melted and wanted to cuddle you closer to his chest and lay soft kisses on your forehead, just before of ripping any clothes you had on…

But he promised of dong it lovingly, with passion and attention to you.

Solely for you.

His most primal part, the upir in him, desperately wanted you for himself, locking you inside his house and never letting you go, stalking you like an animal whenever you were outside and having you in the most animalistic way, pushing himself so deeply inside of you that he’d have left his mark on you for ever.

But he tried to chase away those dirty thoughts, because he didn’t want to grow mad.

He wanted to be a better man, solely for you.

Although that wouldn’t have changed your thought of him.

He was repeating the words over and over, trying to convince himself of letting you go, fighting the beast inside of himself, rioting at the thought of your rejection.

Gosh, it would have pained less to undergo again all the procedures he had done to keep the upir at bait.

And although his thirst had lowered itself, the instincts didn’t stop coming.

The constant mantra made him less aware of his surroundings, till he heard a sudden noise, something falling down on the ground and turned to take in a very very scared Nadia on the threshold of his door, her heavy truck-toy having fallen from her grip.

She rushed to take it back, as Roman tried to understand whether she had heard much of what he had just said, since her language was already fluent for the upir blood, but he hoped she hadn’t been able to catch his mumble, knowing quite well that the words wouldn’t have been tough only on her, but she wasn’t in the slightest able to keep her cute mouth closed.

Had she understood they were said towards you.

“What are you doing, here, little girl?” he asked softly, moving to stand from the bed as he put the earrings in a drawer of the bedside table to avoid Nadia noticing them and eventually stealing them away.

She didn’t mean any harm, she was only a child, but her fingers were stealthy, and she had learned many hiding places for her ‘small treasures’ since she had been able to run around with her chubby legs.

“… playing” she muttered, shifting her eyes down, something that she had learned from you, knowing that you always used it whenever you were at fault for something and wanted to appear submissive, before reaching out and grabbing whoever was making them feel uncomfortable by the neck.

“Don’t you have a room full of toys?” he commented softly, as he moved to grab her, bringing her in his arms as he raised her off the ground, something that always made her eyes twinkle with excitement and mischievousness.

Something that she had gained from him.

“… I was looking for you” now that was the truth, since she met with her light eyes his “… wanted to play with you, daddy! It’s been so long since we have last played!”.

“Didn’t I play with you, yesterday?” he asked, although there was no true reprimand in his voice,  lightly jiggling her in his arms, making her smirk softly at him “… didn’t we play together this morning?”.

“We did… but…” tried to retort the child, as strong as you to when it comes to complaining “… but I miss you”.

And as with you, Roman couldn’t deny her much.

He soon forgot all about the chant he had been proclaiming, dragging Nadia back in her room, to organize a tea party with her, then moving onto building together a lego castle, which was what you caught them doing, coming back from the small work you had kept.

‘I don’t want to weight on you, Roman’, you had protested to him loudly as he proposed that you just stayed at home and took care of Nadia, although he had a nanny for that and millions of staff members, continuing college with his own money, but you had been stubborn and in the end you had defeated even his inner predator.

“… hey!” you thrilled happily, as Nadia walked over to you, grabbing your legs tight as you laughed at your ‘little bug’, ruffling her hair as she huffed loudly and Roman, the man himself looked at you adoringly, but careful at not being caught “… shouldn’t you be at work?”.

“Had a day off” because he needed a day off to gain the courage to tell you what he had to.

“… oh that’s nice” you always insisted that Roman did take some days off, because although he might be the laziest fucker you had ever known, he was attentive in his job, constantly trying his best to promote the company, and not doing this solely for his own enrichment, but also promoting new ideas to help the least fortunate, knowing quite well how difficult life had been for you and your family “… how are you, little bug?”.

And that’s when the waterworks opened and before Roman could even register it, Nadia had started crying.

You immediately crouched down, worried that she was hurt, as Roman rushed to you both, turning lightly the child to him, as you checked her front, but you exchanged a look, not knowing whether some upir characteristics was waking up in her, and that’d be problematic.

To say the least.

You almost suggested calling Bryce, but then Nadia started talking.

And Roman choked on air.

“Daddy says that you don’t love him!” she shouted, and Roman realized that he hadn’t been careful enough when going over his discourse.

And he hadn’t the courage to look at you in the eyes, as you brought Nadia closer to you, with a interrogative gaze, sending one also to him, but he kept his eyes on the polished shoes.

“What do you mean, sweetie?” you asked, eventually focusing all the attention on you “… I love your dad very very much, that’s why I help him out!”.

You proclaimed, making Roman just feel even more guilty.

“… but you don’t want to be my mommy!” protested loudly Nadia and Roman cursed the little girl’s intelligence.

She must have heard him and linked it to the fact that you had many times corrected the small girl about the use of the word ‘mom’ for you, well aware that you weren’t her mother truly, being simply a friend of Roman.

A friend of Roman who was helping him raise a child, who lived with him and who had slept with him before, although you had kept the things separated for yourself.

“Don’t you love us, (Y/N)?!” you seemed truly shocked by Nadia’s questions, as she loudly thumped her feet down, moving to ask desperately to Roman for an hand, but the man himself didn’t know what to do, because he didn’t know whether he should just fake it or he should have talked about it,

“Of course!” you retorted loudly and proudly, gently kissing her head, as you hugged her tight tight, with the promise of never ever letting her go “… I love you to the moon and back! I love you as much as uncle Peter loves meat and I love you as much as your dad loves you, which is an absolute looooot!”.

And Roman in that moment loved you.

It might have been some fucked up thing, but he saw in you the mother that he had never had, the mother that he wanted for his child, because it would have given Nadia the childhood he had never had, sacrificing yourself selfishly for the child and loving her as fiercely as only a mother could.

Although you refused to be called one.

He loved your respect for Letha, and the way you were careful not to let Nadia forget of her ‘true mother’, but he was sure that although the entire situation was fucked up, Letha would have approved you desperately.

Nadia seemed to be eased up a bit, her moods flaring up as Roman but dissolving in much tamer way, as you promised her ice cream after dinner…

… if she let you speak alone to Roman for a few minutes.

Creating Roman’s worst nightmare.

Being left alone with you, with nowhere to run and the hard truth in front of him, although his eyes didn’t meet yours, ducking softly.

“What … what did she mean?” you asked, once she was out of earshot, better than him at this whole secrecy thing.

“I…” ‘c’mon words get out of my mind’ he muttered loudly to himself, always so arrogant at saying anything and yet so fearful of expressing his feelings.

But could somebody truly blame him?

He had learnt from a young age that feelings were good only to be manipulated and then destroyed.

And he didn’t want you to do that.

Although he knew you were different from Olivia, from Bryce and from whoever had tried to manipulate him.

If there was somebody manipulating someone in this case it was him.

And so, he had to tell you the truth.

“I love you, and I know you never feel the same. But I’m okay with that” he blurted out, as he slowly raised his eyes to meet yours, expecting to find fear, disbelief and irony, laughing at him or running away as you realized what beast Roman truly was.

Although you hadn’t run away when he had come home with blood.

And when he had threatened to eat you.

You had always been so brave and strong.

You had been from the first moment he had met you: the unpopular girl fighting verbally the great Roman Godfrey, not holding back, because you wanted to desperately understand what was happening in the city, whatever supernatural damned thing was happening.

You had always been so brave and Roman had fallen in love with you the night you had shown up at his door, after Peter and Letha had screwed you both over, not afraid of him, never afraid of him, because you were stronger.

And he loved you.

But you didn’t.

It was impossible you did.

And now you looked at him.

You stared at him with a smile that tasted of relief, of a secret long forgotten and now rescued from the deepest corner of your soul and then you smiled softly, before coming slowly and slowly closer to him till he finally was right in front of you, able to smell your earthly perfume of brewed coffee and cinnamon.

And he was gone, as you kissed him.

It was a soft kiss a type he hadn’t had for quite some time, although you had kissed him drunkenly one night, after you had had an easy night since Nadia was over at Peter’s with Destiny.

But then you had tasted of too much wine, and now…

… now you tasted like heaven.

Still soon you moved back, taking in his enamored face as you giggled, lightly poking his chin, to make him open his eyes and making him realize that it wasn’t a beautiful dream.

“Who told you that I don’t also love you, Roman Godfrey?”.

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Fast Forward

Chapter 10

There was another hour left on the clock before your alarm was due to go off, but you were already wide awake and sat in the kitchen nursing a warm cup of tea whilst you attempted to decide what to have for breakfast. It didn’t feel like you’d slept well at all. This time tomorrow your Dad would be going under the knife, and a few hours after that you’d be leaving work and heading straight to the station whether you’d managed to sort things out with Taron or not. As you looked back on how the conversation had gone the night before it didn’t fill you with confidence. The comment you’d made about looking forward to getting time apart hadn’t rattled him in the way you’d hoped. Even telling him you’d be away for a week hadn’t got the reaction you’d expected! His mind was well and truly elsewhere and it was worrying as fuck.

“Morning.” He croaked out, his eyes still sleepy, bed hair messy and boxers sitting so low on his hips that it must have been uncomfortable for him as he walked over to join you.

“What are you doing up?”

“Looking for you. Can I have a sip?” He nodded down to your tea and you handed it over to him before adjusting the waistband of his boxers and pulling them higher up for him. “Thanks.”

“You look so cute in the mornings, it’s not fair.”

“Does that mean you’re not angry with me anymore?” He placed the mug down in front of you before stroking his fingers through your hair and leaving a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Mmmm, depends,” You waited for him to sit down opposite you, “you gonna tell me what’s going on now?” The wait for his reply was agonising and he wasn’t giving anything away as he paused and seemed to double check his own decision.

“I wish I could, I really do. I can promise you that it’s nothing bad though so please don’t worry.” There was a sincerity in his eyes that wasn’t there the night before. He wasn’t being shifty or dishonest about whatever this was, but he was determined to hold back the truth from you.  

“Can you at least tell me why you can’t tell me?”

“Because…” He paused and laughed to himself. “No, I know what you’re trying to do here and I’m not budging. I’m not going to say a word. You’ll see though, in time.”

“How much time?”

“A bit.” He laughed again.

“Like, by the time I get back next week, or Christmas, or?” You smirked back as you deliberately started to tease him.

“Just soon!”

“It’s something to do with our anniversary though, right?” The worries you’d felt earlier had been flipped on their head. There was no doubt in your mind that the cheeky grin spread across Taron’s face meant mischief was on the cards, and mischief was exciting.

“Stoooop.” He giggled. “Why weren’t you like this last night? I could have just tickled you to shut you up and then we could have had sex.”

“I’m sorry. I was having a bit of a freak out… Thinking the worst and stuff.”

“I know.” He rolled his eyes at you before dropping all the teasing and switching to a completely serious expression. “You had me properly worried, saying you didn’t think you could trust me. I was really starting to panic… you don’t still think that now do you?”

“No. Well… no, I can tell you’re distracted with whatever else is going on and it was concerning for a bit. My mind is in the habit of jumping to the worst-case scenario right now. But you’ve said it’s nothing bad, and nothing I need to worry about, and I believe you. I trust you. I do. You’re just bad at hiding things!”

“I know, I know. I can’t keep good secrets to save my life. I get too excited and have to tell someone.” He tried to hide his grin behind his hands as he rested his elbows on the table.

“So you told the boys.”

“Yeah.” He blushed. “But they think it’s brilliant too, so it’s all good.”

“Alright, I’ll drop it and stop bugging you. At least now I can go away next week knowing I don’t need to worry about what you’re up to.”

“You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

“Only my Dad, but I know what you’ll say, and I know I’m stuck thinking negatively right now so ignore me.” You shook your head to Taron as you stood up from your chair to stop him from replying. “It’s not your problem.” The kiss you left to his lips was slow and meaningful, hopefully adding to your apology and making up for hurting him with your fears. As he kissed you back you felt the tension drop from your shoulders. Things might not be going as smoothly between you as you’d like, but at the end of it all you knew you both loved each other and wanted each other to be happy. That’s what really counted.

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The first time you noticed the sadness in Taron’s eyes was when you pulled your small suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe and placed it on the end of the bed so you could start packing. He was sat up in bed and had been deeply engrossed in his book until you unzipped the case and flipped open the lid. You paused as you looked back to him, waiting for him to say what was on his mind, but he only cast you a weak smile before returning to the words on the pages of his book. Packing was an easy task as you weren’t going to need anything fancy to wear so you threw a load of jeans, t-shirts and hoodies into the case before lingering at the end of the bed.

“Can I take these to sleep in?” You asked as you held up his favourite pair of boxers and the t-shirt he’d slept in the night before.

“Do you have to?” Taron replied as he placed his book face down on the bed next to him so he didn’t lose his page.

“Well no, but it would be nice.”

“Yeah, for you maybe, but what about me?” He pouted.

“You’ve got the entire rest of my wardrobe to pick from when you get lonely… underwear included!”

“I didn’t mean like that, I meant knowing you’re sleeping in my boxers and t-shirt… it’s only going to make it harder for me. That image alone, those memories, and then you won’t even be here!”

“I’m sorry, love.” You stepped around the bed and cupped his sorrow face between your hands. “What if I take a shirt instead? No memories attached.” You kissed him tenderly until his face softened back to something happier.

“Go on then, take my navy one.” He agreed.

“Maybe I’ll send you some photos when I’m wearing it.”

“Or as you’re taking it off?”

“See, we can still make things exciting.” As you dropped your eyes slowly down his body Taron started to laugh back to you. He watched you continue to pack for a bit longer before returning to his book, but the tension held between his eyebrows was a telling sign that he’d not got everything off his chest yet. You knew you couldn’t push him to speak about it, but time wasn’t on your side.

Taron seemed to follow you around the flat like a lost puppy, not helping you to tidy up or clean the kitchen but lingering a few feet away as he stared into space or let his eyes follow you around the room. He wasn’t settled in the slightest and it left you feeling on edge. You wanted to tell him to spit it out, to hear how much he was going to miss you, or didn’t want you to go, or probably wanted to take the week off work too and come with you. But you had to let him pick his moment else he’d get irritated and you’d end up arguing again. As the late evening hours hit you called it a night and got ready for bed before joining Taron beneath the covers and instantly cuddling yourself in against his chest. It was a conscious decision to keep out of his eyeline in the hope that he’d take the last chance he had on offer to get his feelings off his chest, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he finally did.

“I feel like I miss you already and you’re still here.” His arms tightened around you as you softly drew your fingers up and down his back, deliberately not replying so his train of thought could flow. “I used to worry that we were spending too much time together. I thought it must be unhealthy and that we’d fuck it all up from being too intense, but at the same time it felt so right. When you went away the other weekend it was horrible. Like half of me was missing.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked softly.

“Because you’d had a really shit time and didn’t need me adding to it.”

“I’m sorry I was such a mess. I never want you to feel like you can’t tell me things.”

“Don’t, it wasn’t your fault, and I’m telling you now. I just don’t know how I’m going to cope for a whole week without you this time. It’s worrying me that I don’t know how I’ll be.”

“You’ll be absolutely fine.” You reassured him instantly. “I’ll be glued to my phone. We’ll be texting constantly and can facetime in bed.”

“I’m just gonna miss you so fucking much.”

“As will I.” You lifted your head up so you could kiss him, savouring the feel of his warm lips against yours. The pause after the kiss was just as perfect; both of you taking in the details of each other’s faces before kissing softly again.

“Damn your parents for taking you away from me.”

“Not you as well,” You sighed with a small smile. “It’s all I hear from them, how you’ve stolen me away and they never see me anymore. You’re both going to have to learn to share because I’m sick of being pulled in two directions at once.”

“I know, I’ve been greedy. But it’s hard when I know you’d much rather be with me than with them.”

“Well hold onto that thought for the next week and I’ll be back before you know it.” You took the next kiss Taron had on offer and felt him smile against your lips. “I love you, but I need to be with my parents and make sure they’re alright.”

“I know, if it was my Mum I’d be doing the same. I just wanted you to know how much I’ll miss you.”

“You’re cute.” You mumbled back against his skin as you buried your face into his neck and hugged him as tightly as you could.

“And you’re perfect.”

It wasn’t long before the sweet kisses shared between you started to deepen. Hands gripped tighter and explored lower, legs parted to allow you to fit together seamlessly and Taron started to move in you as you made love for the last time before you’d be apart.

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Can I request a pet names headcanon for RFA+Saeran, please? Thank you!!

Of course you can anonny! I apologize if these are short, this is coming from a person who has never been in a relationship before so I don’t know what couples call each other lol! But thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^

Yoosung

He calls you simple but sweet little pet names but he’s usually nervous to call you anything since your his first girlfriend and he doesn’t want you to be upset with him

Yoosung’s favorite names to call you are sweetheart, cutie, and sunshine

But his favorite name to call you is his cuddle bug because the two of you almost always cuddle when together

Yoosung is basically the king of giving you cute pet names so expect lots from him!

Zen

He like calling you cute yet sexy pet names since he believes that his girlfriend deserves to feel special

Some of Zen’s favorite names to call you are babe, princess, and lovely

His favorite pet name to call you is his precious girl because he thinks that it describes you perfectly

Zen rarely calls you by your real name, he finds pet names adorable and loves coming up with new ones to call you!

Jaehee

She is so shy when is it comes to call you a pet name but tries for your sake

Jaehee likes calling you simple pet names like pretty lady, my everything, and dear

But her favorite pet name to call you is darling since she thinks that it’s simple yet sweet

Jaehee has become obsessed with calling you pet names since she’s slowly but surely finding the entire idea adorable!

Jumin

Jumin has never really called anyone pet names until he met you

But he found a few that he loves calling you such as kitten, gorgeous, and all mine

His favorite pet name to call you is queen because he believes that it’s the only name that is appropriate for you

Jumin is still getting use to calling you pet names so be prepared for a few crazy ones!

Seven

Seven comes up with some of the sweetest yet strangest pet names you could imagine

Some of his most used pet names for you are babylicious, wifey, and love bug

But his favorite pet name to call you is honey since he believes that you’re just as sweet as it

Seven may seem like a big goof all of the time but he truly loves you and wants you to have special pet names from him!

Unknown

Saeran is fairly wary of calling you pet names but over time, he finds a few that he loves calling you

His favorite pet names are sugar, cupcake, and sweetie

But his absolute favorite pet name to call you is angel since he truly believes that you are one for helping him

Saeran won’t look you in the eyes when he calls you a pet name and will blush profusely because he’s so shy but it just makes you love him even more!