Hermes always delivers

POSEIDON, god of sea

Poseidon’s love would feel like drowning: it’s suffocating and impossible to escape.

He would become obsessed with the idea that you are his calm. The only thing capable of quieting the violent rage inside him. The sea would literally respond to your emotions. If you cry, the tides rise. If you’re calm, the ocean becomes glass-smooth.

Poseidon wouldn’t want you near other people because humans are unpredictable. The ocean, however, is loyal. It obeys him. So he would begin trying to pull you closer and closer to the water. Trips to the coast, walks by the sea, and storms that conveniently trap you near shorelines.

Eventually, you would realize that the sea reacts when you try to leave. Boats break, storms appear suddenly, and urrents drag you back. It seems the ocean refuses to let you go.

Poseidon wouldn’t see this as kidnapping. To him, it’s protection from the cruelty of land. Humans betray. Humans hurt. But the sea? The sea worships you because he does.

And if someone tried to take you away, he wouldn’t even try to hide the destruction. He’d want the world to understand:

If they take you, they drown with you.

HERA, goddess of marriage

Hera’s obsession wouldn’t come from passion, it would come from devotion. Once she decides you’re hers, she treats you like something sacred and pure that the world doesn’t deserve.

Unlike Zeus or Poseidon, she wouldn’t destroy your enemies instantly. She would ruin them with areers collapse, friendships turning toxic, families growing distant… People who get too close to you suddenly become miserable without knowing why.

Hera believes in loyalty above everything else. If you love her back, even just a little, she becomes very gentle. Almost motherly in a dark way.

But if you ever show affection toward someone else?

Hera wouldn’t hurt you. She would hurt the person you loved. She would twist their life into something unbearable until they abandon you on their own.

And the worst part is: she would comfort you afterward. She would hold you gently, whispering that the world always disappoints you, that people are weak, that only she understands you completely. She wouldn’t force you to stay.

She would make you believe leaving her would destroy you.

DEMETER, goddess of agriculture

Demeter would see you as something soft and fragile that the world is constantly trying to steal (as Persephone)l. Every small hardship in your life becomes proof that you cannot survive without her protection.

At first, her love feels warm and comforting. She feeds you, takes care of you, makes sure you’re never lonely. But slowly, that warmth becomes suffocating. She doesn’t want you to grow. Growing means independence, and independence means losing you.

So she starts controlling your life in small ways. Choosing where you go. Who you talk to. What’s “safe” for you. Anyone who encourages you to become stronger becomes her enemy.

If you ever tried to leave her, she wouldn’t scream or rage. The world would simply begin to die.

Plants would wither. Crops would fail. Seasons would stop moving. Winter would stretch endlessly. Not out of cruelty, but because Demeter cannot function without you.

APHRODITE, goddess of love

The moment Aphrodite becomes obsessed, your life changes little by little. People still admire you, they still look at you, but the love never feels real. Relationships crumble for no reason, and the confessions feel hollow. Something is always missing.

That’s because Aphrodite refuses to share what belongs to her.

Every time you try to love someone else, the relationship becomes painful, awkward and empty, like your heart refuses to respond. That’s the work of his loyal Eros.

Meanwhile, she would appear in your life in gentle ways. Dreams, mirrors, reflections… there are some moments where you feel watched, but in a strange comforting way.

Eventually, you would start craving her presence without realizing why.

Aphrodite would want you dependent on her. She wants to be the only one who can make your heart race, the only one who can make you feel desired, the only one who can make you feel loved.

Not because she’s insecure. But because she believes love itself belongs to her, and therefore, so do you.

ATHENA, goddess of wisdom

Athena would study you first. Learn everything. Your fears, your habits, your weaknesses, and the exact type of affection you crave.

Then she would become the perfect person for you.

You would think you fell in love naturally. You would believe it was your choice. But in reality, Athena prepared the entire relationship like a strategy.

Once you’re attached, she becomes possessive. She doesn’t isolate you violently, she just makes everyone else seem unnecessary. No one understands you like she does. No one protects you like she does. No one can predict your needs like she does.

If you ever tried to break away, Athena wouldn’t panic. She would outthink you. Every escape plan would fail before it even begins. Every decision you make would somehow lead you back to her.

Because she predicted you perfectly.

ARTEMIS, goddess of the hunt

Artemis would see you as something she needs to protect from the corruption of the world.

She would become obsessed with the idea that humanity is dangerous, that people will hurt you, betray you, and taint you. So she slowly pulls you away from civilization by forest walks, silent nights, and distance from crowds.

The more time you spend with her, the more peaceful it feels. Until one day you realize you don’t remember the last time you saw another person.

Artemis wouldn’t lock you up physically. She would make the outside world feel threatening. The forest becomes your safe space, and she becomes the only person you trust inside it.

If someone tried to take you away, Artemis would react like a predator protecting its territory.

APOLLO, god of the sun

Apollo would love you the way artists love their greatest masterpiece: obsessively, and selfishly.

He would become fascinated with every detail of you. Your voice, your laugh, your emotions… he would turn you into poetry, music, and art. At first, it feels flattering.

But then you realize something disturbing: Apollo doesn’t want you to change.

He doesn’t want you to grow, mature, or move on. Because the version of you he fell in love with is the version he immortalized. If you change, his “perfect creation” disappears.

So he encourages you to stay the same, to stay dependent and fragile. Because that’s the version of you he worships.

If someone else tries to “improve” you, Apollo sees it as destruction. And he will destroy them in return.

Because to Apollo, you aren’t just someone he loves. You are something he created, and creators don’t share their masterpieces.

ARES, god of war

The moment he becomes attached, you become the one thing that calms his rage. Which means he cannot risk losing you. Ever.

He wouldn’t try to control you, he would control the world around you through violence. Anyone who insults you, touches you, or even looks at you wrong becomes a target.

At first, it feels powerful and safe. Like nothing in the world could hurt you.

But then you realize something horrifying: Ares isn’t protecting you from danger, he’s also creating danger just to defend you from it.

Fights start because he wants an excuse to prove his devotion. Wars feel personal and violence becomes proof of love.

If you tried to leave him, he wouldn’t beg. He would become destructive. Not toward you, but toward everything else. Which of course makes you feel guilty: would you sacrifice so many innocent people only for your sake, mmh?

But the scariest part? He would never apologize.

HEPHAESTUS, god of blacksmithing

Hephaestus wouldn’t chase you aggressively. He would simply… build things for you. Small gifts at first, objects and tools that solve your problems.

Then the gifts start becoming more personal. Things only someone who watches you closely would know you need.

He would never admit he’s obsessed. But you would feel it. The way he looks at you like you’re something delicate that could break at any moment, and the way he hates anyone who hurts you.

If you ever tried to leave, he wouldn’t threaten you. He would simply remind you of everything he built for you. Everything he fixed. Everything he sacrificed.

And slowly, you would start feeling guilty for wanting freedom.

He would trap you by making you feel like leaving him would destroy someone who loves you more than anyone ever could.

HERMES, god of messengers

Hermes would be one of the most unsettling because his obsession would feel playful, until it suddenly isn’t.

He would appear everywhere in your life. Random coincidences, messages arriving at the perfect moment and someone always helping you when you’re lost. You’d think you’re lucky.

But eventually, you realize something: Hermes knows everything you do. Every secret, every thought, every place you go.

He wouldn’t isolate you violently. He would just make sure you can’t escape him. Even if you run, he’ll find you faster. Even if you hide, he’ll know where you are.

The scariest part is that he never looks angry. He just smiles gently and says things like, “You don’t have to run from me.”

It’s inescapable.

DIONYSUS, god of wine

Dionysus’s love would feel intoxicating at first. It would be exciting and freeing.

He would make you feel alive in a way no one else ever has. There are no rules or guilt, just passion.

But slowly, that freedom turns into dependency.

You start needing him to feel happy. Needing him to feel brave. Needing him to feel alive. And Dionysus knows it. He doesn’t force it, he only encourages it, like he’s helping you discover your “true self.”

But your “true self” only exists when he’s there.

If you ever tried to leave, Dionysus wouldn’t stop you. He would let you go, and then the world would feel empty again, grey and lifeless, like joy itself disappeared.

Because it did.

Dionysus doesn’t want to cage you.

He wants you to choose the cage yourself.

HADES, god of the Underworld

Hade’s love would feel eternal.

He wouldn’t rush anything. He would simply wait. And slowly, he would become the only person who truly understands your loneliness.

You would feel safe with him in a way you never have with anyone else. You would feel seen and calm.

And then one day, you realize something horrifying: You don’t want to leave him anymore.

Hades wouldn’t trap you with chains. He would trap you with comfort and understanding. A love that feels deeper than anything on the surface world.

And even if you tried to leave, he would never chase you. He would wait.

Because he knows something you don’t:

Mel presses her thumbs just beneath his shoulder blades with a slow pressure and Jayce freezes for half a second before completely collapsing again, every muscle in his back giving up all at once like a fortress lowering its gates.

There it is. That reaction.

It never gets old.

Jayce Talis, the man who can stand in front of the Council without flinching, who can argue with nobles twice his age, who can carry a war hammer like it weighs nothing at all, cannot handle a back massage without dissolving into something soft and helpless.

Mel noticed it first.

It had been accidental. It was a late evening in the academy with papers scattered everywhere, Viktor stubbornly refusing to leave despite the tremor in his hands and Jayce hunched over a desk as if he intended to fuse himself permanently with his work.

He’d rolled his shoulders once, twice, and Mel, without thinking, had stepped behind him and pressed her fingers lightly into the tension there.

The result had been immediate. Jayce had gone completely still.

Then he’d exhaled, that long, broken sound like he’d been holding that breath for hours, and leaned back into her hands with such unconscious trust that something in Mel’s chest had shifted.

Now, months later, the reaction is even stronger.

“Jayce,” Viktor murmurs, not unkind, “if you fall asleep again, you will wake up with a crick in your neck and blame me.”

“I won’t,” Jayce mutters. “I’ll blame the universe.”

“You always blame the universe,” Viktor replies.

Mel smiles faintly and shifts her hands higher, fingers gliding slowly over the tight line of Jayce’s shoulders. He’s warm (almost too warm) with the skin flushed from exhaustion and tension and the constant pressure he puts on himself to be perfect.

Piltover’s golden boy.

Their golden boy.

And right now, he looks like he might melt directly into the couch if she presses even slightly harder.

Jayce lets out another quiet sound, softer this time, almost embarrassed by how good it feels. His fingers curl into the fabric beneath him, not even consciously. Every time her thumbs find the worst knots, his entire body reacts like it’s been shocked, then relaxes deeper, deeper, and deeper.

“Why,” he says slowly, voice drifting, “does this feel like magic.”

“Because you are made almost entirely of tension,” Viktor answers calmly. “Removing it gives the illusion of supernatural intervention.”

Jayce lifts his head just enough to glare weakly over his shoulder.

“You’re jealous because nobody massages you.”

Viktor arches an eyebrow.

“I am jealous,” he says with a dry tone, “because you behave like a spoiled cat every time someone touches your back.”

Mel laughs again, but this time Jayce reaches back blindly until his fingers brush her wrist, not to stop her (never that), but just to make sure she’s still there.

It’s unconscious and protective. And Mel feels the smallest flicker of something warm and fierce in her chest.

Jayce doesn’t talk about being tired.

He doesn’t talk about how heavy the expectations feel, how the Council watches him like he’s something fragile and dangerous at the same time, how every invention carries the weight of progress and disaster in equal measure.

But his body talks.

The stiffness in his shoulders. The way his neck locks when he’s stressed. The way he forgets to move until Viktor physically pushes his chair back from the workbench. The way his hands tremble slightly after too many hours without sleep.

And the way he melts like this, complete and helpless, is the moment someone he trusts touches him gently.

Mel presses her palm flat between his shoulder blades and leans just a little closer.

“You work too much,” she murmurs.

Jayce doesn’t answer right away.

For a moment, the room is filled only with the soft rustle of fabric and Viktor turning a page of notes that he isn’t really reading anymore.

“I just—” Jayce stops, then exhales. “If I stop, everything feels like it might fall apart.”

There is some quiet until Viktor closes the notebook and sets it aside. When he speaks again, his voice is softer than usual, not being sharp or sarcastic.

“It will not,” he says. “Because you are not holding it alone.”

Jayce goes still.

Mel’s hands don’t stop moving, they are always there steady and grounding, but she feels the change in him instantly. The tension that returns for a moment isn’t physical this time. It’s vulnerable, almost uncertain.

“Yeah,” Jayce says eventually, very low. “I know.”

He doesn’t say thank you out loud. Jayce never does, not when it’s something emotional. But the way he leans back into Mel’s hands, the way his shoulders relax completely instead of only halfway, says everything.

And when Viktor shifts closer to the couch and rests his hand lightly on Jayce’s hair, brushing a few loose strands away from his forehead, Jayce doesn’t even open his eyes.

He just exhales again, long and soft, and somehow relaxes even more.

“You are impossible,” Viktor murmurs.

Jayce smiles faintly against the pillow.

“You love me anyway.”

Viktor snorts quietly. “Unfortunately.”

Mel presses her thumb into one last knot near the base of his neck and Jayce makes a startled sound, the kind that only escapes him when he forgets anyone is listening.

Both of them freeze.

Jayce’s face immediately turns red.

“I didn’t—” he starts.

“You absolutely did,” Viktor replies.

Mel bites her lip, trying not to laugh again.

Jayce groans and hides his face completely in the pillow.

“I hate both of you.”

“You adore us,” Mel corrects.

JULIAN

—Julian does not question it. Not even for a second.

—You tell him: “Sit down. You’re bleeding again” and he just sits.

—Then he realizes what happened and starts laughing because he finds it adorable and hot at the same time.

—The size difference makes it even better for him. You’re tiny, and yet you’re the one controlling the situation while he is a six-foot-tall disaster, and he is just following instructions.

—He absolutely calls you things like: “My little commander”, “Tiny tyrant” or “Boss of my heart”

—What really gets him is that your bossiness isn’t mean, it’s protective. You tell him what to do because you don’t want him hurt, not because you want power.

—The moment he realizes that, his teasing softens a lot. He becomes extremely affectionate whenever you take control.

—He also deliberately misbehaves sometimes just so you’ll scold him.

“Julian, don’t touch that.”

Je touches it anyway

“Julian.”

“Yes, yes, I deserve this.”

—When you’re tired and stop being bossy, he notices immediately. That’s when he switches roles and takes care of you.

—But most of the time? He’s perfectly happy being managed by someone half his size!

NADIA

—Nadia notices that you don’t hesitate.

—Most people become nervous around her. You don’t. You correct someone in the palace, reorganize something that’s inefficient, or step in when a conversation is going nowhere.

—And you do it without arrogance.

—The fact that you’re petite only makes it more impressive. It gives you this unexpected authority that makes people underestimate you at first, until you speak.

—Nadia absolutely admires competence, and you radiate it.

—The first time you boss her around accidentally, she raises an eyebrow in surprise… then smiles.

“You realize you just gave a duchess an order?”

“Did I?”

“… Yes. And I listened, dear.”

—What she loves most is that you don’t try to dominate her. You just step forward when something needs to be done.

—In public settings, she lets you take the lead sometimes because she enjoys watching people realize too late that you’re the one in control.

—In private, your bossiness becomes softer: reminding her to rest, telling her she’s overworking, fixing her posture, or taking documents out of her hands.

—She finds it strangely comforting to have someone who doesn’t treat her like something fragile or unreachable.

—She commands Vesuvia, you command her, and she’s completely fine with that.

MURIEL

—Muriel is used to being the biggest person in the room. People usually either fear him or expect him to take charge.

—You don’t do either.

—Instead, you step in and organize things before he even realizes something needs to be done.

—You tell him things like:

“Sit. I’ll handle it.”

“You’re overthinking again.”

“Give me the knife, you’re doing it wrong.”

—At first he just blinks because he’s not used to someone smaller than him telling him what to do so confidently.

—But instead of feeling offended, he feels relieved.

—Your bossiness isn’t aggressive. It’s calm. You just want things to go smoothly.

—Over time, he starts trusting you more than Asra with practical things because you never make him feel clumsy or stupid when you correct him.

—The first time someone mocks you for being small and bossy, Muriel shuts it down instantly with that green stare he has.

—His favorite thing is when you boss him around while fixing his hair or brushing dirt off him. It makes him feel cared for in a way he never expected.

—Eventually, he doesn’t even question it anymore. If you say something needs to be done, he just nods and does it.

PORTIA

—Portia notices it immediately and finds it adorable.

—You’re tiny (as her) but walk around like you’re in charge of everything. You correct people without realizing it. You tell her what to do without meaning to.

—Instead of getting annoyed, she starts playing along.

“Yes, boss.”

“Portia, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Too late! I work for you now.”

—What she really loves is that your bossiness comes from competence, not ego. You just step in when something needs fixing.

—She also loves the contrast: you’re small and bossy, she’s energetic and chaotic. It balances perfectly.

—When you try to apologize for being “too bossy,” she shuts that down instantly.

“Nope. Don’t apologize. It’s cute. Also useful.”

—She also thinks it’s extremely attractive when you get serious and start giving instructions during stressful moments.

—The more comfortable you get with her, the softer your bossiness becomes, as reminding her to eat, telling her not to overwork, or correcting her when she forgets things.

—She melts every time.

LUCIO

—Lucio is used to being the loudest, most dominant person in the room.

—So when you, a tiny person, tell him: “No. That’s a bad idea. Sit down.” He just stares.

—Nobody talks to him like that. Nobody.

—And the weird thing is… he doesn’t get angry. He gets intrigued.

—You don’t sound afraid. You don’t sound arrogant as him neither. You just sound certain.

—Over time he starts testing it, as doing things wrong just to see if you’ll correct him.

—You always do.

—And somehow, instead of feeling insulted, he feels… kind of respected? It’s weird, but he doesn’t feel you treat him as Morga did.

—He eventually starts calling you things like “Tiny ruler” or “Boss gremlin”

—But the biggest shift happens when he realizes your bossiness it’s about care. You tell him what to do because you want him safe, not because you want control.

—After that, he becomes double loyal to you.

—He still acts dramatic, still complains loudly when you boss him around… but he listens every single time.

MIRA

—Oh she LOVES this.

—Mira instantly switches into “tease mode.”

—If you flirt, she doubles it:

“Mira… you’re gorgeous…”

“I know, babe. But say it again. Slower.”

—She will absolutely record you being flirty and send it to the group chat so everyone suffers.

—Calls you “lover girl” the entire night.

—If you cling to her arm, she drags you around proudly like she’s showing off her drunken princess.

—But if you go from flirty to dizzy, she becomes surprisingly responsible, offering her jacket and making sure you drink water.

—She smirks the next day.

“So. About that little speech you gave me about my lips…”

ZOEY

—Zoey tries to act normal, but you calling her “my cute sunshine” genuinely breaks her brain.

—She giggles nervously every time you look at her too long.

—If you flirt with her, “Zoeeey, you’re so cute, I could just eat you up”, she literally blushes and hides her face behind her hands.

—She gets extremely soft and affectionate back, but in a shy way.

—She forbids anyone else from teasing you.

“Don’t tease her! She’s in her adorable mode.”

—If you try to hold her hand, she gasps like you proposed marriage.

—Her biggest weakness is when you hold her face with both hands. She freezes, goes red, and quietly: “Please don’t do that or I’ll pass out.”

—Mira will tuck a blanket around you like you’re a burrito.

JINU

—Jinu tries soooo hard to be composed.

—He tries to act cool but it crumbles immediately.

—When you slur, “Jinu… you’re handsome… and cute… and I like your face…”

—He makes an inhuman noise, turns away, and tries to breathe.

—He tries to correct you: “You’re drunk, okay? You don’t mean that—”

—But when you giggle at him or hold his arm, he melts.

—He becomes your bodyguard for the night. As pulling you back when you wander, holding your elbow when you wobble, or offering you water every five minutes.

—He also gets teased relentlessly by the others for how flustered he seems.

—The next day you can’t look him in the eyes for five hours.

MYSTERY

—Silent staring (but amused)

—If you get bold and call him “handsome,” he smirks like you gave him the greatest gift.

—He tilts your chin just to watch you squeal or blush.

—But he also makes sure you don’t wander off, keeping you within arm’s reach.

—If you touch his hair, though? He’s done.

—He just picks you up and carries you somewhere safe like you weigh nothing.

—When you get sleepy, he lets you curl up against him and rests his chin on your head, totally unbothered.

—The next day he acts like nothing happened.

ABBY

—Goes FULL mom mode.

—Tries to keep you from burning the house down, tripping over your shoes, or confessing your love to a lamp.

—You compliment his muscles? He looks away aggressively.

—You lean on him? He stares into the camera like he’s on The Office.

—If you cup his face and say something bold, he literally removes your hands with the softest touch possible, as if you’re made of glass, and says “You’re drunk.”

—Gets teased by Zoey and Baby for how red his ears get.

—He carries you around like a sack of potatoes when you refuse, but he tucks you in like a princess.

—Secretly stands guard by your bed until you fall asleep (not in a creepy way).

ROMANCE

—He thrives on this.

—Romance treats your flirtiness like his long-awaited victory.

—When you flirt, he responds like you’re giving him oxygen: “Continue, darling. My heart needs this.”

—He makes dramatic reactions to every compliment.

—He keeps feeding you lines to see how far your drunk confidence goes.

—Might even flirt back harder until someone physically separates you two.

—But he’s also the one who sits next to you on the floor when you start giggling uncontrollably and pats your head.

—If you tell him he’s pretty, he almost cries.

—The next day he brings up every line you said to him.

BABY

—Oh, he loves drunk you.

—This demon is living his best life.

—He thinks you’re hilarious, cute, and the highlight of his entire existence. But his face won’t reveal that.

—He takes selfies and videos with you while you’re clinging to him like a koala.

—Also tries to get you to repeat your pick-up lines for the others.

—But when you get really loopy, he becomes super gentle (in his way), and if he’s drunk enough he offers you a piggyback ride.

—Already late in the party, if you get sleepy, he pulls you onto his side so you don’t fall over.

VI

—Vi notices immediately. She grew up taking care of Powder, Mylo, Claggor… so she’s hyper-aware of signs of distress.

—She starts with gentle checking-in: “You’ve barely eaten today… wanna talk about it?”

—If you brush her off, she doesn’t get mad, but she becomes watchful. She’s protective by nature, and this hits her guilt triggers.

—Vi offers to cook with you, not for you. She knows control is important when food is stressful.

—She cracks jokes while cooking to keep the mood light. “If this comes out burnt, you’re not allowed to complain.”

—She’ll sit with you, not staring at your plate, just chatting to keep you company.

—Vi always eats with you. She’ll sit beside you, not across, because across can feel too much like someone watching.

—When you skip meals, she doesn’t get angry. She gets worried. She touches your cheek and says softly: “Talk to me. Please.”

—When things get really bad, she holds your face in her hands, forehead against yours.

“You don’t have to fight this alone, alright? I got you.”

CAITLYN

—Caitlyn takes a very methodical but loving approach.

—She offers support, but she also subtly adjusts the environment around you so you’re not stressed during meals.

—She’ll say things like:

“Would it help if we ate something light together?”

“We can take it slow. Tell me what feels manageable today.”

—She never pressures. Instead she makes sure you feel respected, and not watched.

—Caitlyn reads up on how to support someone with disordered eating. It’s private research because she doesn’t want you to feel studied or analyzed.

—She never draws attention to how much you’re eating. She changes the topic whenever someone else comments.

—She encourages routines so you don’t feel lost in the day.

—When you feel ashamed, she cups your face and kisses your forehead. “You have nothing to apologize for. Not to me.”

—Caitlyn surprises you with small pastries or teas she knows you like but never expects you to eat or drink them.

JAYCE

—Jayce reacts with deep concern and guilt, thinking he should have noticed sooner.

—He tries too hard at first, suggesting meal plans, doctors and solutions, which can overwhelm you.

—When he realizes he’s pushing, he softens.

“I’m sorry. I just… I care about you more than you know. Tell me how to help.”

—Jayce becomes incredibly gentle: small snack plates, warm drinks, sitting beside you while working so meals feel less intimidating. He likes having his warm hands rubbing your back to reassure you.

“Would a few bites feel okay?” He would ask, with a gentle demeanor and sweet stare.

—He rearranges his work schedule to eat with you more often.

—He sets up little recharging places with water, snacks and vitamin gummies. Of course all optional.

—He praises every small step in a heartfelt way.

“Thank you for trying. I’m so proud of you.”

VIKTOR

—Viktor understands struggle and bodily discomfort more than almost anyone.

—He approaches it with empathy, never judgment.

“You are not a burden,” he says when you apologize or minimize it.

—He encourages you to sit with him while he eats, not to pressure you, but because companionship makes it easier.

“I am getting tea. Will you join me?”

“I am going to eat something small. Stay with me, hm?”

—He talks softly about the body’s fragility and strength, how healing takes time.

—He sits close enough that your shoulders brush, and Viktor’s voice becomes more tender when you’re struggling, his accent softening: “You matter to me. Your well-being is not negotiable.”

—He will not show it so much, but he is really happy if you propose to eat.

“If you might be able to try something small, I would be honoured to share it with you.”

SILCO

Silco notices faster than anyone else because… well, nothing slips past him.

—His reaction is controlled, but beneath that he feels fear, that fear of losing another person he cares about.

—He doesn’t coddle, but he’s not cruel. He speaks in these low tones:

“You are harming yourself. That concerns me.”

—He won’t force you, but he will anchor you as sitting beside you in silence, pouring you a glass of water, keeping you company.

—If you can only manage a sip or a bite, he praises you softly.

“Good. That is enough.”

—When you struggle, he places a steady hand over yours: “You are stronger than this pain. I will stay with you. You are not alone.”

—Silco makes sure you’re never shamed, never judged or never feel guilty by anyone. His support is unwavering, almost fierce.

EKKO

—Ekko is incredibly emotionally intelligent. He spots the signs early.

—His first reaction is heartbreak. He hates seeing someone he loves in pain.

—He doesn’t treat it like a crisis; he treats it like a team effort.

“We can figure this out together, okay?”

—Ekko makes food feel less like food. He makes moothies, soups, shared bites, whatever feels safe for you. He’ll sit cross-legged on the floor with you, sharing some of these from two spoons.

—He distracts you with conversation, music or gadgets he’s tinkering with. He talks about new inventions, funny stories, or plans for the Firelights.

—If you shut down, he sits beside you, without pressure.

—Ekko always reminds you: “Your worth isn’t tied to this. You matter. You matter so much.”

—He never fails to make you feel safe, loved, and un-judged.

SEVIKA

—Sevika is blunt, but not unkind. She confronts it directly.

“You haven’t eaten all day. That’s not nothing. What’s going on?”

—But once she sees it’s not a simple issue, she becomes remarkably gentle in her own rough way.

—She’ll cook hearty Zaun meals and sit with you while you take even the smallest bite.

—She doesn’t make a big deal out of it. She only keeps things unembarrassing.

—Sevika stands behind you like a shield, glaring at anyone who comments or judges.

“They say one thing and I’ll break their jaw.”

—If you get dizzy, she picks you up effortlessly, sits you in her lap, and says: “Breathe. You’re safe.”

—Sevika checks in without making it awkward.

“You eaten today? No? Come on. Let’s handle that.”

—She’s your rock when you feel weak.

MEL

—Mel approaches the situation with compassion.

—She immediately recognizes it as something deeper than appetite and refuses to reduce it to something simple.

—Mel creates an environment of comfort with private spaces and meals at your pace.

“Your body has been through much. Let us nurture it together.”

—She eats with grace and patience, taking slow bites to make you feel less pressured.

—She also encourages being open. “Tell me what it feels like. I will not judge you.”

—Mel sees your struggle and still sees you as worthy of care.

—Sometimes she paints or reads beside you during meals to make it feel calmer.

SAMWISE

Sam never expects to fall in love with someone completely different from him.

He imagines someone gentle, calm, warm, or at least someone who loves simple things the way he does. So when the person he falls in love with turns out to be very different, his first reaction is also insecurity rather than rejection.

He thinks they deserve someone braver than him. Someone more exciting. Someone who can match their energy.

But what changes everything is the way they treat him. If they admire his loyalty instead of seeing it as boring… if they smile when he worries about them instead of getting annoyed… if they see strength in his kindness… Sam stops seeing the difference as a weakness. He starts seeing it as something that works.

If the partner is very adventurous, he worries constantly about them getting hurt. But instead of trying to stop them, he stays close and supports them quietly.

The more different the partner is from him, the more devoted he becomes. He wants to be the home they can return to.

PEREGRIN

Pippin absolutely expects to fall in love with someone just like him: playful, energetic, and constantly seeking fun.

So when he falls in love with someone who is the complete opposite, he is genuinely confused at first.

He thinks they don’t like him. He thinks his personality annoys them. He thinks he’s too loud, too childish, too much.

But what changes everything is the moment he realizes they are not rejecting him. That realization softens him instantly.

Their calmness grounds him, and he feels safe being vulnerable around them.

Instead of trying to make them louder, he becomes gentler. Instead of dragging them into chaos, he sits beside them in silence. Instead of talking constantly, he listens more. And surprisingly, he likes that version of himself. A quiet partner doesn’t make him less himself.

MERIADOC

Merry adapts faster than most people when his expectations don’t match reality.

If he falls in love with someone completely different from him, he doesn’t panic. He observes first. Merry is intelligent enough to understand that personality differences aren’t problems; they can be solved with a solid communication.

It works because Merry knows how to love someone different without forcing them to become like him. If the partner is quiet, he becomes more patient. If they are intense, he becomes more calming. If they are adventurous, he becomes more daring.

Instead of trying to change them, he changes how he interacts with them. That flexibility makes the relationship feel safe instead of unstable.

He doesn’t fall in love with personality types. He falls in love with people. Once he’s attached, expectations stop mattering entirely.

ARAGORN

Aragorn expects love to feel steady, calm, and grounded.

So when he falls in love with someone who is opposite of him, his first reaction is protectiveness rather than excitement. Someone so different from him feels fragile, even if they are strong. He worries they will get hurt. He worries he will not be able to protect them. He wants them safe, even if it means arguing occasionally.

But what changes everything is realizing they are not fragile.

Instead of trying to make them calmer, he becomes their anchor. If they are reckless, he becomes careful. If they are loud, he becomes grounding. If they are emotional, he becomes steady.

What matters most to him isn’t personality but loyalty. If the partner is loyal, he accepts any personality difference.

LEGOLAS

At first, he’s fascinated more than anything else. Elves rarely meet people who feel that alive, and he finds it strangely beautiful.

He wouldn’t be upset by differences. He’d want to understand what drives you, what excites you, what makes you so different from him

If his partner is constantly chasing excitement, he is fascinated first, overwhelmed second. Elves are calm and controlled while his partner is emotional and unpredictable.

But that difference becomes what draws him closer.

Instead of trying to make them calmer, he begins to admire the intensity. Someone who laughs loudly, loves openly, speaks without fear… it feels alive in a way that elven calmness never fully is. If their partner is all of that, and is also honest and genuine, he accepts any personality difference without hesitation.

GIMLI

Gimli expects love to be passionate and bold, and have someone strong enough to match him in personality.

So when he falls in love with someone quiet, shy, introverted, or gentle, his first reaction is confusion. Not disappointment, confusion. Why would someone so soft choose someone like him?

But the moment he realizes they feel safe around him, everything changes, because he loves the idea that you trust him enough.

Instead of being loud all the time, he becomes gentler. Instead of being overwhelming, he becomes protective. The difference does not weaken his personality, it just reveals a softer side of him he didn’t even know existed.

BOROMIR

Boromir expects someone strong enough to stand beside him without fear. So when he falls in love with someone gentle, introverted, quiet, or very different from him, his first reaction is fear that he will overwhelm them. Boromir loves intensely, and quieter partners make him afraid he’s “too much.”

But the more time he spends with them, the more he realizes that someone gentle makes him softer. Someone quiet makes him more patient. Someone different makes him more honest than he has ever been before.

So instead of pushing them to change, he becomes softer. He lowers his voice, becomes more patient, and gives them space to open up.

The more different the partner is from him, the more he wants to protect them

ELROND

At first, he would be quietly confused rather than openly bothered. He would be trying to understand how someone so different from him ended up becoming important to him.

He might struggle most with unpredictability. He has lived through centuries of loss, so stability feels safe to him. Someone spontaneous could make him feel slightly ungrounded at first.

Opposites can attract for him, but only if the partner respects his need for quiet and emotional stability. If they push too hard, he withdraws. If they balance him gently, he ends up loving the difference deeply.

SAMWISE

He would cook the entire thing himself. He refuses to let you lift a finger because making food for you is how he shows love.

His perfect date is somewhere peaceful: a garden, a field of flowers, or just sitting together near home where everything feels cozy.

Sam is nervous at first because he wants everything to be perfect for you, but once you smile at him, he relaxes completely.

He loves dates where you laugh together over small things, especially if you compliment his cooking. That makes him glow.

His definition of a perfect date is one where you feel safe, comfortable, and genuinely happy with him.

PEREGRIN

He plans something fun first. Maybe exploring somewhere you’re technically not supposed to go, or sneaking snacks somewhere ridiculous.

The date will absolutely involve laughter. If you laugh until you can’t breathe, he thinks he’s succeeded.

He loves spontaneity. Halfway through the date he’ll suddenly decide, “We’re going to watch the stars now,” and drag you somewhere completely random.

Pippin also gets unexpectedly soft near the end of the night. When things quiet down, he becomes clingy in the sweetest way, holding your hand, resting his head on your shoulder.

To him, a perfect date is one where you forget about everything except each other.

MERIADOC

He plans everything carefully, not in a stressful way, but in a way that shows he really pays attention to what you like.

There will be good food, good lighting, and a place where you can talk comfortably for hours.

He loves dates that feel like shared memories: watching the sunset together, walking somewhere quiet, laughing over inside jokes.

Merry’s favorite part of the date is when you start teasing him or joking back. That’s when he feels truly close to you.

If you end the night wrapped in a blanket together, he considers it perfect.

ARAGORN

He would choose somewhere quiet in nature: a forest clearing, a hill overlooking the stars, or a place that feels private and safe.

He isn’t flashy, but every detail would feel meaningful. He brings food, makes sure you’re warm, and notices every small thing you need.

He doesn’t talk constantly, instead, he makes the moment feel calm and grounded. When he looks at you, it feels intense in the best way.

The best moment of the date for him is when you trust him enough to relax completely beside him.

LEGOLAS

He would take you somewhere beautiful as a forest glowing with soft light, a lake reflecting the stars, or somewhere quiet where only the Elves know about.

He prefers silence mixed with soft conversation. Walking side by side, occasionally brushing hands, is already perfect to him.

He would absolutely make something for you: a flower crown, a small carving, or something from nature that reminds him of you.

Legolas loves when you admire the world around you. If you stop and say something beautiful about the stars or the trees, he feels completely in love.

GIMLI

He chooses somewhere lively at first: good food, laughter, maybe music. He loves seeing you smile and wants the atmosphere to feel joyful.

But later, he’ll take you somewhere quieter. maybe a place where you can talk honestly and just sit together.

He shows affection openly. Expect big hugs, proud compliments, and him talking about how incredible you are like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

If you laugh at his stories or tease him back, he thinks the date is perfect.

His ideal date ends with you leaning against him, completely comfortable.

BOROMIR

He puts real effort into planning it because he wants to impress you. Not in a show-off way, but in a “I want you to feel important” way.

He prefers something active first: walking somewhere beautiful, exploring a city, or doing something where you can talk naturally.

The emotional part comes later. Once the date quiets down, he becomes softer, more vulnerable, and more focused on you than anything else.

He loves when the conversation turns meaningful, talking about dreams, fears, or things you care deeply about. That’s when he feels closest to you.

His perfect date ends with him not wanting to leave your side.

ELROND

He would plan something private, never something crowded or overwhelming. His perfect date is walking with you through the gardens of Rivendell at sunset.

He loves conversation that feels calm and intimate. You’d talk about memories, dreams, and things you’ve never told anyone else. He listens with complete attention.

He would absolutely bring music into the date. Either soft singing, a harp performance, or simply sitting together while distant songs echo through the valley.

—He studies at the same place every day, usually a quiet corner of the library where nobody bothers him. After a while, it basically becomes “his seat.”

—If someone is being loud near him, he won’t start drama, he’ll just stare at them silently until they leave. It works every time.

—Everyone knows him as “the reliable one.” If a group project includes Nanami, the whole group relaxes because the work will get done properly.

—He’s not popular as Gojo or Sukuna, but he’s deeply respected. Professors trust him and classmates rely on him.

—He has this aura of maturity, of someone who already is an adult while everyone else still is teenager.

—He lives in a small, clean apartment off campus, not a dorm.

—His apartment has a tidy desk, neatly folded clothes, one or two books that are not related to university (probably philosophy).

—His routine is very stable: he wakes up early, attends class, studies and goes home. It looks boring from the outside, but for him it’s comforting.

—Works part-time in a small office internship or a tutoring job for younger students. He treats the job seriously (probably more seriously than the actual employees).

—The people he works with trust him way more than they trust other students because he never shows up late and never makes excuses.

—He doesn’t waste time on drama, gossip, or campus trends. If something doesn’t matter in the long term, he simply ignores it.

—But despite that, don’t forget he’s not cold. He’s just practical!

—He doesn’t have a huge friend group. Instead, he has 2–3 people he genuinely trusts (in them Yu Haibara).

—If one of his friends is struggling academically, he’ll help them without making a big deal out of it.

—He’s the one who reminds people about deadlines, exams, and responsibilities. He’a basically the adult of the group.

—Nanami isn’t the type to flirt casually. If he likes someone, it shows in discreet ways, because his love language is acts of service and reliability. If he says he’ll be there, he will be there. Every time.

—Always arrives 10 minutes early to everything.

—Doesn’t stay at parties longer than 30 minutes unless is cozy. He shows up, do his social job, then disappears.

—When everyone else panics before finals, he’s calm because he prepared weeks ago.

Stephanie leaned over his shoulder. “Ooo, fancy handwriting. Is this a thing-thing or a secret Wayne thing?”

Barbara rolled in with a smile. “This feels illegal somehow.”

Cassandra stood near the window, when Damian entered last, took one look at the table, and scowled. “Why are there envelopes.”

“Because,” Alfred said calmly, “we are sending Christmas cards.”

Jason smirked. “Kid, wait till you see the list.”

Alfred distributed cards like assignments.

“Master Bruce, you will sign the formal correspondences.”

Bruce stared. “How many?”

Alfred gestured vaguely.

“… All of them?”

“Yes, sir.”

Bruce sighed and picked up the pen.

“Master Dick, personal notes for friends and… acquaintances.”

Dick grinned. “I get the fun ones.”

“Master Jason,” Alfred continued, “you may address the envelopes for Crime Alley recipients.”

Jason froze.

“… You kept those?”

Alfred’s gaze was gentle. “Of course.”

Jason swallowed and nodded once.

“Master Tim, international and academic contacts.”

Tim blinked. “You kept my old mentor’s address?”

“Yes.”

“… Thank you.”

“Miss Stephanie and Miss Barbara, general family friends.”

Stephanie saluted. “I will not be normal about this.”

Barbara laughed. “I’ll keep her in check.”

“Miss Cassandra,” Alfred said softly, “would you care to draw?”

Cass’s eyes lit up.

Bruce signed in silence.

Wayne Manor wishes you peace this season.

Warm regards.

Bruce Wayne.

Over and over. His hand cramped.

He paused at one envelope. Leslie Thompkins.

Bruce stared at the name for a long time before writing more slowly.

Thank you for never giving up on this city.

He sealed it carefully.

Dick wrote long messages, short messages, doodles in the margins.

Miss you. Let’s get coffee.

You saved my life once. I didn’t forget.

Hope the snow’s kinder where you are.

He smiled while writing them. He also wiped his eyes once.

Crime Alley addresses were written by Jason in block letters. Soup kitchens, shelters. A few handwritten names, for people who’d helped him once. People he still checked on.

He slipped extra notes into some envelopes.

Stay warm this winter.

—J.

Tim handled his stack with intensity. Old professors, colleagues, and someone who’d once written back when Tim was twelve and lonely.

He hesitated, then added a line to one card:

I’m okay now. I found a family.

He sealed it and smiled faintly. Yeah, he has a family now.

Stephanie’s cards were… creative. Glitter happened.

“So much glitter,” Barbara muttered.

“They need joy,” Stephanie argued.

Barbara added neat notes.

Thinking of you.

They worked well together.

Cassandra drew small bats, snowflakes, and stick figures holding hands. Each card was different.

It was one of the rare times she could be a kid.

When the last card was finished, Alfred gathered them. The stack was thick and heavy.

Bruce stood. “I’ll take them.”

“No, sir,” Alfred said. “We will.”

Alfred Pennyworth was the reason they were here.

Specifically, Alfred Pennyworth had announced over breakfast:

“The weather is atrocious, morale is low, and several of you are behaving like hermits. We are going out for cocoa.”

Bruce had tried to object. Alfred had raised one eyebrow. Now here they were.

The bell over the café door chimed cheerfully as they entered, immediately assaulted by warmth, and the unmistakable sound of purring.

Cats were everywhere.

On shelves. On cushions. Draped over armchairs like scarves. One orange slept directly on the counter next to the register.

Dick gasped. “Oh my GOD.”

Stephanie Brown squealed. “I’M NEVER LEAVING.”

Tim Drake froze just inside the door, eyes wide. “…There are at least twelve cats.”

Barbara Gordon rolled in behind him, smiling softly. “Thirteen. There’s one on your shoe.”

Tim looked down. A black-and-white cat stared up at him.

“… Hi,” Tim whispered.

The cat meowed.

Jason laughed. “You’ve been chosen.”

The barista, an exhausted college student wearing a sweater with paw prints, blinked at the sudden appearance of Gotham’s most powerful family.

“Uh,” she said. “Welcome?”

Alfred stepped forward smoothly. “Good afternoon. We’d like cocoa for the table.”

“How many?” the barista asked.

Alfred smiled. “Yes.”

“Oh.”

They spread out.

Bruce sat stiffly at first, hands folded, coat still on. A large gray cat hopped onto the arm of his chair, sniffed him, and promptly sat on his lap.

Bruce froze. “… I cannot move.”

Dick beamed. “Fatherhood suits you.”

Jason dropped into a couch, immediately claimed by two cats who crawled onto his shoulders like he was furniture.

“Yeah,” Jason muttered, scratching behind one ear. “I get it. I look like a heat source.”

Cassandra Cain knelt on the floor, letting cats approach her at their own pace. They did. All of them.

Stephanie was already on the floor surrounded by kittens. “I love them all equally,” she announced. “And also differently.”

Barbara parked near the window, a fluffy calico settling into her lap like it had always belonged there.

Tim sat cross-legged beside her, the black-and-white cat now curled against his chest.

Damian stood rigid. He loved animals, but this would be seen as a treason for his cat Pennyworth, right?

A tiny white kitten waddled toward him. Damian stared down at it.

“… Do not, I already—” he tried to warn.

But the kitten sneezed, and Damian sat on the floor.

The cocoa arrived in pastel mugs, with the steam curled upward, marshmallows floating, and whipped cream melted into chocolate.

Jason took a sip and paused.

“… Okay,” he admitted. “This shit is really good.”

Bruce finally relaxed enough to wrap both hands around his mug. “It’s… excellent.” (Alfred and Dick almost gasp, betrayed)

Dick sipped, sighed, and leaned back. “This is the opposite of Gotham.”

Alfred sat with them, hands folded around his cup, watching quietly as cats climbed, purred, and sprawled.

“This,” Alfred said softly, “is what a good rest looks like.”

A child entered the café with her mother, eyes lighting up at the cats.

Jason watched her kneel carefully, letting a tabby sniff her fingers.

“… This place is really nice,” Jason murmured.

Bruce nodded in silence.

Damian watched the kitten in his lap knead his coat, ans the kitten purred louder.

Time passed differently inside the Cocoa Cat Café.

Phones stayed in pockets, shoulders loosened, and laughter came easier.

Dick taught a kitten to chase his shoelace.

Stephanie named three cats incorrectly.

Tim and Damian quietly researched adoption requirements.

Bruce closed his eyes while the gray cat slept on his chest.