Hey Can I Ask How Y/N Or Reader Would Take A Nice Horse Back Ride With Bi Han , Kuai Liang And Tomas

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!

AVATAR 2009 with a Human ! S/O who adores Christmas

Characters included: Jake Sully, Neytiri, Tsu'Tey

Pronouns: They / Them

Relationship: Romantic

When text is in bold that means it's spoken in Na'vi, I have no clue if Na'vi have gender neutral language so sorry if this isn't accurate.

Jake Sully

Jake never understood about Christmas, he wasn't one of the lucky few on Earth who had a rich family nor did his family particularly show an overabundance of affection.

He and his brother weren't to close, it hurt when he died of course, but at the end of the day he wouldn't see him for years when he went to Pandora anyway.

So, your sadness over not being able to celebrate it was confusing, but Jake cared for you and tried to comfort you despite this.

"You don't look so good." Jake mumbled and sat down next to you, his eyes stared into you intently as he waited for a response.

"I just miss my family, we use to celebrate Christmas and..." You trailed off, your ears down and tail curling on your thigh. A whimper escaped you as tears began welling in your eyes.

"Oh." He paused, sucking in a large breath "I'm sorry. Maybe we could make last minute presents for each other?" Jake quietly suggested, pulling a shy smile that showed off his sharp teeth.

"That'd be nice..." You quietly whispered, smiling back softly at him while you tried wiping away your tears as calming your breaths.

And so you made whatever you thought would be best for Jake, I could imagine him getting you a weapon or maybe some type of neckwear that would give you a sense of pride.

He doesn't really try to expand it to Neytiri given the cultural differences, but I see Norm getting into the holiday spirit, maybe Grace if her present is a cigarette.

Neytiri

Neytiri taught you and Jake the ways of the Na'vi, to which you both listened, adapted and overcame the differences in your cultures.

However, you still missed your old life. As horrible, polluted and poor Earth became, you still missed family. Apart of family was Christmas, giving to others even outside of who you considered family just to see their smiles, it was something you hadn't experienced in years. You missed that. And you'd never get it back.

"There is something on your mind." Neytiri plainly stated, her words catching you off guard, looking you up and down as she handed food to Jake on her right.

"It's a time of year at home." He replied, looking to me in pity. "Where you can participate in a tradition on Earth, I'll let them explain the details if they want." Jake awkwardly looked away, munching on an unnaturally large amount of teylu. Neytiri turned to me expectantly.

"It's one about family and giving, cherishing those you love, those and even the things around you." You nodded as you spoke even if there was no reason to, awkwardly smiling while Neytiri smiled sweetly.

"It sounds like a wonderful tradition. What is it called?" Her stare bore into your eyes, her own were soft.

"Christmas." You sighed, continuing only because the silence would be unbearable. "We hurt our great mother and caused a lot of pain, it became harder and harder to celebrate as time continued. Now almost nobody truly celebrates it as it was intented, instead a shallow reminder of what it originally was." Neytiri held your hand and nodded.

"I am understanding of your pain, I hope all sky people learn to see as you and Jake have."

She doesn't go out of her way to celebrate it, but notes the general time it happens around and maybe gives you little trinkets that would be meaningless to most.

I can definetly imagine Neytiri showing you in depth Na'vi culture, as she already does, but with more pride as she realises how important you can take cultural and traditional events. But, most of all I imagine you'd be spending time with each other, even if she personally doesn't believe in Christmas, she believes in you. Neytiri sees you.

Tsu'Tey

He mainly made fun of you and Jake for being 'demons', so getting to know you was a lengthy process and required patience on both ends.

Given you were already learning of Na'vi culture from Neytiri, he didn't find the need to teach you anything other than fighting and flying, so when you asked him about something the explanation was very short and simple.

Tsu'tey couldn't say he was too interested in sky people or their traditions, but he noticed you weren't doing too well for the past few weeks. Your sour mood showed in your training and pushed you back, so it was garunteed he would speak on it eventually.

"Why are you sitting here? The ikrans are-" He was momentarily stopped in his words by your tear stained face. Not only was your face uncanny for him with your features unlike natural Na'vi, but beyond that, you were hurt.

"What... What is bothering you?" You noticed his switch to English as hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder, lowering into a kneel as he stared deep into your eyes.

"Us human- uh, sky people, have a tradition." You began, Tsu'tey was interested in your words and the curious look he had told you to continue "This time we begin giving gifts, we spend more time with family, friends and... Significant others." You coughed shyly, unsure of the word in Na'vi before remembering "Mates." You clarified.

"It sounds like a prosperous time for your people." He nodded respectfully, holding your hand and looking comfortingly into your eyes. "I see your pain, and I am sorry brother/sister."

He, like Neytiri, doesn't go out of his way to celebrate. Mainly taking part in spending time and showing how much he loves you. Sometimes it can be awkward and stiff, but Tsu'tsy is quite literally an alien who viewed all humans as demons. Unless you explain to him how you view Christmas, he's unsure of how important it is to you and doesn't want to come off as offensive.

In turn, I can imagine him pointing out things similar to his own culture, feeling like a part of him was always with you even before you met.

HEYYYYY.. so like ive become a recent angst addict and like. . Bucky x reader angst?? Maybe they're recently engaged and reader is unsure because of things like not being included in a lot of pivotal moments in his life and that he looks at natalia just a little too long for readers liking?? And just this big dialogue of them two arguing.. and NO comfort at the end, make that shit HURT. He's begging, sobbing and like hiccuping on his knees it's that bad, reader is crying too, but they hand bucky the ring

Man idk i just need more gut wrenching angst rn it evokes such a mmmmmm emotion

MARVEL RIVALS - Bucky's Relationship Troubles

NOTES

I'm literally awful at writing angst and relationships are hard to understand, especially when it comes to jealousy and all that, and I guess both Bucky and Reader are meant to be in the wrong for this one? I don't know, I find his character hard, so... (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

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The moment that your heart felt so warm and happy tears fell from your eyes finds itself in your brain whenever you laid eyes on him, and it always used to beat so hard every morning after morning that it almost felt like a regular side effect of waking up. It doesn't feel like that anymore, no. But even then, the moment he knelt down on one knee and popped open that ring box replays in your mind every morning, every evening, every night. Ever since it happened, it's been all you could think about.

That's why it became so noticeable when those happy, excited feelings began to sour and churn inside of you, when that warmth burned into a deep, aching jealousy that consumed every single happy memory of yours together. Now, you can't feel happy when you look at him. Because you hardly ever look at him.

You understand he has duties, responsibilities, and he can't just drop them for you at a lazy request, but his actions don't exactly speak 'loyal future husband' to you. The constant missions, which you swear were never this bad, the fact he always spends his time around Natasha, his gaze warm and his tone friendly, it makes you so, so unnecessarily angry. Instead of fluttering butterflies in your stomach, all you find yourself feeling is a pain in your palm from clenching your fist too hard.

Far louder, far more aggressive even, than usual, you tap your foot against the ground. Sat on the couch, your shared couch, from your shared apartment, you feel like a stranger to Bucky. Because he, your soon to be husband, isn't home at the right time. Again.

The paranoia about what could even be happening drives you crazy, your eyes flicking between the clock on the wall, ticking, ticking, always ticking, and the door that never seems to open without your interference. It's never him coming home if you're not there to open the door for him first, only him leaving for days, weeks, months on end.

Doesn't the thought of leaving you eat him up inside of you, too? Doesn't the thought of you all alone make him want to take a damn break, for once? To just lay down, to feel your skin against his, however damn rough and weathered it may be. Or, are you the one in the wrong? The paranoid spouse? The jealous spouse? Overthinking every interaction with any friends he may have, overthinking every second he isn't in your arms?

Maybe you are.

But maybe Bucky isn't the one for you, not if the promise of commitment and marriage won't make him sit next to you for dinner for longer than a week at a time.

When you hear those heavy boots, that weathered sigh, you know that he's home. In a weird way, it makes you feel comfortable, it makes your body relax slightly, but your mind is still racing, even if that itch for him to be in your presence is satiated. Then comes the soft jingling of metal as he slides the apartment key in, turning it right and creaking the door open.

Bucky always looks slightly uncomfortable, and you suppose he has a reason to, even without the trauma of H.Y.D.R.A, he's grown older, he's been through more eras than any human should, and he'll always feel out of place. His shaggy hair falls in front of his face, his tired eyes downcast until they flick up, noticing you. For a moment, for a swift, fleeting moment, you think he looks almost happy.

"You're up late." Bucky comments lightly, his throat rasped as he turns his back to you to shut the door and lock it, pocketing the key afterwards.

"You're out late." You mutter, words almost somber, far meeker than you had meant for them to come out, hardly audible to you over the sound of your racing heartbeat. Is this the day you do it? The day you confront him? You shouldn't be so nervous then. You should be firm in your decision.

In response he lets out a heavy sigh, his back turned to you, his shoulders rising and falling. He knows where this is going. This conversation has happened before, after all. The late night arguments over Natasha, the glares when she calls to inform him of a mission, the unbridled fury you feel whenever she steps foot in your house, it's never been resolved. Only silenced.

"I was on a mission." Bucky says, looking back at you, the mask he wears hiding half of his face, but you know that he's frowning, the slight furrow in his brows gives that way. "I told you about it."

"You told me it would be quick." You firmly say, leaning back on the couch and crossing your arms. He was with Natasha. The beautiful, strong, intelligent woman who you can't help but envy. He was with her. Not you. All night.

"You can't plan these things." He snaps back, turning around fully and taking steps towards you, crossing his own arms. For a moment, you think he'll actually argue back, give a full defense, but instead his eyes soften and he motions towards your phone sat idly on the coffee table. "Are we getting takeout tonight?"

"Are you kidding?" You huff, a smile of disbelief growing on your lips, your nose scrunching as a snarl threatens to unveil itself. "You were out all night with her and you're asking about takeout?"

Immediately, Bucky gives you a look. It's not cold, it's not anger, no, it's more so just disappointment. The two of you have had conversations about this before, what couple hasn't? He spends time with a woman who has fiery red hair and a body to die for, what person wouldn't get jealous? Bucky's always assured you that him and Natasha have never and will never be together, that he doesn't love her, but you're having second thoughts.

"I thought we settled this..." He gruffly murmurs, his brows furrowing as his hand comes up to his nose, pinching the bridge.

"Well, clearly we didn't!" You rise from the couch, planting your feet into the hard wood of your apartment floor, your hands resting on your hips. "I've already had dinner, considering that it's almost one in the morning." Every word is accentuated, pointed, driving home your ever building fury, brows furrowed as your lips curl. It's not his fault, it's not his fault, you're sick of saying that to yourself. Bucky needs to hear what you have to say. "That nice chicken you like? I made it for you tonight, I thought we could've had a date, but instead you spent almost twice as long as you said you would."

Almost yelling now, your voice rising, your face veins burning, he still looks tired. He doesn't look guilty, he doesn't even look sorry. "It's in the microwave." You add, hoping to try and get him to just feel something, to say something.

"I'm sorry, I'm busy, I know. I'm not here as often as I'd- as you'd like, but you knew what you were getting into when we started this relationship. I told you-" Bucky begins, his arm falling to his side as his brown eyes flick up to meet yours, those soft, aching eyes you've always loved to stare into. Today, looking at his eyes just makes you feel sick. Every word, every excuse, it makes your head spin, your hands trembling.

"You didn't tell me you'd spend all day around her and leave me alone!" You blurt out loudly, your voice breaking from the sheer emotion. "You said you'd be busy with work, not with Natasha!"

Bucky's face twists slightly, taken aback at your accusation of cheating. Even if it's not outright, it's pretty obvious what your words mean, and he isn't angry, no, he seems almost like he pities you. The thought only enrages you more. "It's not like that, she's helped me through a lot-"

"And I haven't?" You hiss, his heavy boots thump against the floor as he takes a step closer to you.

"You're not even letting me speak." He sighs, holding out a hand, a peace offering, something you can choose to take.

You don't.

Instead, your own hand comes crashing down onto his, slapping it away.

"So speak. Defend yourself." You cross your arms, winding them tightly around your body as if a shield against anything he could say or do, any protests, any promises, any lies. They won't get to you. Not today. It only takes a moment for you to grow impatient. "Go on!"

Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, sucking in a deep breath before he even thinks of speaking, his voice quieter, more hushed. It's as if he's telling you a secret. "In this business, you don't know when your closest allies will die. It's best to either not get attached, or to make damn sure you spend as much time as possible with them. We're not together, we don't have feelings for one another, we never will. Natasha is an ally, a trusted one, but she'll never be you."

His words are almost enough to comfort you. Almost. Fury still burns bright, and you can't help but pick apart every single vowel that tumbles out of his mouth. "She'll never be me but you spend all of your time with her? None with me?" You scoff, shaking your head sharply. "Maybe you'd be better off with Natasha. She's clearly doing something I'm not to make you care about her."

Your words seem to ignite something in Bucky, his eyes sharpening slightly. "I do care about you". He firmly spits out, clenching his metal fist. "Don't try to say I haven't done everything I can for you."

"You evidently haven't!" You throw your hands up in the air exasperatedly, your breaths coming out in short huffs as you try to collect yourself. But, it's impossible when he's standing here, trying to act like he's completely innocent.

Confidence hits you like a semi-truck, and you find yourself finally putting your foot down. "You know what, I can't do this. Get out."

"Excuse me?" He grunts, taken aback.

"You heard me. This is my apartment, I just let you move in. You have the avengers, just go to them." Every word is said like a simple suggestion, almost like you're an amused colleague giving work advice, not a scorned spouse.

"No, you're not kicking me out just because you want to avoid-"

"Get out!" With a sudden burst of energy, you slam both hands forward, trying to push him out of your apartment. It doesn't get him far, and he primarily stumbles from the shock that you'd even push him in the first place, but he realises quickly that you're serious. Dead serious. "Just leave!" And to prove that you are, you do the unthinkable. Fingers grasping the wedding ring around your finger, you slip it off and throw it full force at his chest. It bounces pathetically to the floor.

Bucky seems to be frozen for a moment, his eyes desperate, then cold, then afraid, then angry, then... Hopeless. He seems stuck, alone, unsure, and it takes the clattering of metal for him to be thrust out of that state of mind. "You know what." He mutters, voice a low croak. "Fine." His own hand reaches for his keys, evidently not around the ring on his finger, and he turns around sharply, shoving the key in and twisting it with so much force that you're surprised it doesn't break in two. "I know where I'm not wanted." With one last thump of his boots, the keys land sharply on the ground and the door is slammed shut.

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Why Ethari cut his hair headcanons

Ethari grew out his hair because he looks in the mirror and closes his eyes, imagining the soft strands that drape over his neck to be Runaan's, his eyes already wet with tears. If he cut his hair, it would be cutting the connection between Runaan and himself.

Hello! Can i request some Mavel Rivals Psylocke x male reader? (Romantic hcs, please)

MARVEL RIVALS - SAI / PSYLOCKE Romantic Headcanons

Note(s): I didn't really know how to make the reader male in a headcanon format. I tried, but I felt it came across as awkward and forced so the reader is gender neutral, sorry.

Sai is incredibly disciplined and fierce, yes, but she's also empathetic and kind. Her love is controlled and it's subtle, but you always feel it, the warmth and gentleness. Even when she isn't present.

One thing that Sai can't stand is people who use kindness for granted, and one thing Sai loves is people who give kindness willingly. Of course, if you're a more jaded or even rude person I don't think this would completely disqualify a relationship between the two of you, but I imagine you'd need to just not be cruel about it. You don't need to take care of a garden or animals, you just need to not stomp over that garden or try to hurt animals. If that makes sense.

Despite being of few words in public, when it comes to your love at least, it seems that every word she does speak is deliberately intended to have a double meaning. Her eyes find yours, full of devotion and softness, and yet when speaking to others they're typically distant unless she has a fondness for them. Mostly like the little yokai shark, but occasionally other beings are granted her adoration. Her respect seems to be easier to earn than her love.

I don't believe she's a fan of public affection. While Sai can sing your praises and speak near poetic speeches of you in private, she prefers to keep them private. Her love isn't for everybody, it's for you. So, why should she share those acts of devotion? She won't, even if given an answer. Of course that doesn't mean she's distant, she will praise you when you do something impressive in her eyes, even if ordinary. It's not like she becomes particularly cold to you, just not so lovey dovey.

Physical affection is a whole other story. She doesn't like being physically affectionate in public at all, and while you can maybe convince her to be loving with words, you can never convince her to be loving physically while in others view. Her hand may brush against yours, but that's typically reserved for either of your comforts in a distressing situation.

How Sai shows her love physically, both in private and in public, is by protecting you. Even if you can handle yourself. She will keep you behind her in confrontation or battle, and she will become silently enraged at a hint of harm your way. This doesn't mean she believes you to be weak or helpless, far from it, she just knows that she's powerful and plans to use her power to keep you safe. After all, she loves you. She can't have you getting hurt while she's there and could've done something about it.

She's definitely a good cook. Maybe not the best, but I bet Sai can make a mean meal at the end of the day, her soups and teas are the best and practically to die for. Given that she grows her own ingredients they're always fresh, never processed, and her teas can make even the most stressful day calm. Being in a relationship with her means you'll get food and drink whenever you ask, of course only when she's home, though.

I think she would maybe settle down in a small house in Japan somewhere, I'd see her near a mountain or mountains. Obviously not completely settled, but enough so that you two can live in peace if that's something you'd enjoy doing with her. It's isolated, it's quiet, and it's perfect for keeping in touch with nature whilst having a place to train. Besides, now you two can garden together and feed animals. It's one of her favourite down time activities.

Sai will take you out on dates occasionally, if you express a desire to go on them, usually to some homey small restaurant or a walk in a serene, nature area. Whether it's the mountains, a forest, or the beach, she'll pack some food with her and you'll have a sort of picnic midway through the walk, or afterwards depending on what you prefer. The public restaurant dates are never too fancy, and they only become fancy if that's how you prefer your dates.

Even though she's not always home, she tries to do as much as she can before she leaves. Waking up at an unholy early time of the morning, she makes the bed neat somehow while you're in it, does basic cleaning so things are in the right place and at least decent to look at, makes sure you have enough food, and sets up a small breakfast. Put on a low heat, as she doesn't want to burn the house or the food, the food tends to be something filling but light.

The morning had started out normal. Sai woke up early as usual, she left her bed, she put on her clothes, and yet when she went into the kitchen her whole routine slowed down. She would always make a quick hot meal and drink before training outside, even in and especially in the colder months, which she would chalk up to helping with discipline and strength. Yet, she didn't. When you wake up, most likely at least an hour or more later, she's on her knees, kneeling by the chabudai with her eyes firmly shut.

So, without a word, you decide to make tea for the both of you. Her eyes flicking open the moment you begin.

That always calms her down, and if you know anything about your girlfriend, you know that whenever she doesn't stick to her schedule she just isn't calm. So, you begin preparation. The cold wood underneath your feet doesn't distract you nearly as much as her eyes do, peeking out from the large scarf draped over her neck, seemingly hyper-focused on your hand.

What the near suspicious gaze is for, and why it's on your hand of all things, you just don't realise until she speaks.

"You seem cold." She mutters, a very plain lie given that her usual training in the winter consists of going out in her usual get up with no protection at all. Sometimes she even travels more North. It becomes obvious what she wants when her hand outstretches to rest on the table, her fingers twitching slightly under the pressure of your look. At whatever comment you make, even if snarky, Sai can't help but feel as if she's melting into the floorboards.

Are you taking request for young justice still?

if you are could I request the OG young justice team, if not all then just, Kaldur'ahm with a (gn) Ninja Reader. They grew up in the Ninja clan and are highly skilled. Because the Ninja clan their from specializes in stealth attacks, reader usually doesn't realize people have no idea when they enter a room because they're natural sneaky and quite.

Characters included: Kaldur'ahm / Aqualad , M'Gann M'Orzz / Miss Martian , Conner Kent / Superboy

Pronouns used: None

Relationship: Platonic or romantic, up to you to decide

Note(s) : Yes of course, I wasn't able to do all because I haven't watched it in a while, so have Kaldur, Conner and M'Gann. Sorry it took so long 😭 I procrastinate a lot

Kaldur'ahm / Aqualad

He's so tired man

Bro was trying to chill when you fucking appeared out of nowhere and made him regret being on land

You probably couldn't even tell cause his just eyes widened for a moment before sighing

He doesn't mind too much as long as you try to make him aware

But honestly it's kinda funny so you'll probably continue being sneaky on purpose this time

Kaldur loves your skills as a ninja and appreciates your stealth in missions, but God if he didn't feel his entire body shudder with complete and utter shock

It's rare you're paired with him because stealth tends to be better alone or only talking through coms

M'Gann M'Orzz / Miss Martian

The first time you appeared behind her she screamed and then walked away in complete embarrassment

Now she always has her mind link on with you

But even then, its not enough

Literally cried once after a horror movie marathon, nobody talks about it

You and her go on stealth missions a lot due to her being able to sneak around invisible and you basically being stealthy enough to be considered invisible

Sometimes when you two are feeling funny you'll spook people on your missions before moving away, you get scolded afterwards but it's worth it

Honestly she doesn't mind too much, I think she'd get use to it after a while.

M'Gann will sometimes try pranking you back, so far it's only worked if you're tired.

Conner Kent / Superboy

Straight up punted the fuck out of you the first time while audibly yelling

Conner probably stomped off before coming back and apologising

Probably cried in his room feeling bad tbh

Now whenever you do it he jumps 5 feet in the air like a cat before angrily walking off

Sometimes he does this with enemies, he gets so awkward after it that he just beats them up. They end up worse than if batman found them

Conner tells you half seriously that he doesn't want you to do it publicly, both out of embarrassment and fear he could hurt you on instinct.

You probably try being less quiet like coughing when you enter a room, but it happens occasionally and he might start an argument over it ngl

With how he was in s1, I imagine it'd be like reasoning with a brick wall

Bro is the opposite of stealth in s1 you'd never be paired with this guy

just wanna say - ur avatar moth fic is amazingggg!

You don't see much fics that include a young oc/reader and I'm soooo glad to find one :D

Remember to drink drink water and stay hydrated!!

That's so sweet, thank you! <333

Hello how are you? I would like to know if you still receive orders. If yes, fantastic. First I apologize for my horrible English, I'm still learning.

Could it be about Hort from School of Good and Evil? Where the reader or y/n has a similar relationship with Gomez and Morticia Addams. Thank you for your attention, kisses from Brazil.(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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Yes of course! And don't worry, your English is really good! <3 apologies for taking so long! Also, this is Hort from the movie, which I haven't watched in awhile so it may be very inaccurate, I know he's a lot different in the book but I haven't read it yet.

Hort X Gn!Reader with a relationship like Morticia and Gomez Addams

If you're an ever, I imagine your darker taste in clothing got him interested in your straight away, especially if you're the beauty standard, if not, the fact you're an ever not as 'beautiful' as the rest with a dislike of what being an ever essentially is got him curious about you.

I imagine him approaching you, if you don't notice him / he doesn't notice you, then I imagine you and Agatha being friends, and so meeting Sophie which ends in meeting Hort.

Your first impression was shaking his hand, which he begrudgingly done given you're an ever, but he jumped when your hand fell off, no, it was thing! He jumped back onto your shoulder while you hid your mouth with your hand and laughed. Hort felt a grin spread across his face while Sophie gagged, he done that with her when they first met.

You complimented him, genuinely, with a menacing smile and flirting of how he's disgusting and filthy, but you like that. It made him blush and fall harder. All thoughts of Sophie are completely gone whenever your wide and unblinking eyes stare into him.

Hort and you 'insult' each other in public, yet still gently kiss eachother and even with your mouth not wide and bright, a gentle smile held a thousand emotions as you nuzzled into one another's chest in happiness.

You, obviously, only say things because you know he likes them, especially when you're dating and vice versa. Although, it would take him a LONG time to say something about your appearance that wasn't a conventional compliment. To him, you're hot no matter if you have warts, deformaties, etc, etc. Anything 'ugly' to regular society is not only useful but essentially the standard for what he's grown up on, you're familiar, and he loves you for it.

If you're a never, you met when everybody was being thrown into the ocean upon first arriving, he somehow saw you perfectly dry by the guards. It caught his eye, so did your appearance. Elegenatly dressed with a teasing smile thrown his way. You noticed him and he immediately swam out, complimenting you and probably coming off a bit too strong.

It's sweet though, he gets pretty dirty a lot and although you may be strange, it's clear you do appreciate a form of hygiene and will wipe his face if it gets too gross.

You gave him a sword on your first week of dating, which he greatly appreciated, especially how you took the time to carve his name and yours. Hort asked how you managed to get it, to which you cut the petals off the roses in your dorm and told him you wouldn't reveal your secrets.

It took him a while to fully realise, simply believing it to be a trick of the light, but your eyes were always illuminated. No matter what a strip of light accompanied you with everything else shrouded in darkness. He even put a hand over your eyes and it was still somehow light.

You were somehow extremely rich, gifting him mass amounts of things and assisting him in class with your devious charm and schemes to get him good grades. Refusing to allow a fail for him.

He's a very insecure guy, and so your constant array of compliments and physical affection had him remembering it late at night blushing and hiding his face in a pillow.

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Credit isn't needed but is appreciated!

Sorry for not being active, I haven't quit I swear! Requests are open for profile pictures but closed for writing :)

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