I'm more autistic than artistic

I’m not really a shipper in fandoms — I just kinda exist, lol.🫣

However, I do love making OCs, and I’ve got a ton of them, so I’ll be writing about them too.

Fandoms I’m in:

•Twisted Wonderland

°LADS

•MLQC

°Tears of Themis

•Genshin Impact

°Honkai Impact 3rd

•Honkai: Star Rail

°Zenless Zone Zero

•Wuthering Waves

°FFXV

•Reverse: 1999

°Onmyoji

• Good pizza great pizza

°Stardew Valley

•Fire Emblem

°Ananta

•Silver Palace

°Fields of Mistra

•Punishing: Gray Raven

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•Slam Dunk

°Sailor Moon

•Ghibli movies

°JJBA

etc.

And honestly, a lot more.

About me:

~. I'm a girl and I like writing, drawing, crocheting and making an alpha keychains, sometimes I watch anime, and I play gacha games — but I’m not a hardcore gamer, I just pull for my favorite characters (I swear I know what showers and grass are, lol).

I also play RPGs, shooters, and puzzle games. Ex kpop fan

Still a student and loser~

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You moved from the bustling city center to a small town on Sixth Street, taking a modest job at a grocery store near the arcade and a cozy Coff café. Although the charming, robotic Bangboos had replaced most human workers, the store owner still needed someone to manage the endless clutter and deliveries. Your first day on the job seemed calm enough. You carried boxes from the truck to the storage room or shopping zone, occasionally glancing down at the cute Bangboo that followed you around like a loyal puppy, chirping cheerfully in its own peculiar language. When you lifted another large box that completely blocked your view, you walked carefully toward the entrance—only to collide with someone and send the cartons crashing to the floor with soft bang. "Great"

You sighed in irritation, not even sparing the stranger a glance as you crouched to gather the scattered boxes. The young man you had bumped into let out a quiet breath and knelt to help.

“Sorry… I wasn’t paying attention,” he muttered, running a hand through his tousled silver hair. After checking that neither the boxes nor their contents were damaged, he studied you with open curiosity. “You’re new around here, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you replied curtly. Without another word, you carried the box inside the store.

He blinked, momentarily thrown off, but followed after you.

“Uh, I’m Wise, the owner of Random Play at the end of the street,” he said, clearly seizing an opportunity to advertise. “We’re offering a fifteen percent discount for new customers—and if you sign up for a loyalty card, it’s twenty-five!”

“No, thank you. I don’t watch movies.”

You sliced open the boxes with a pocketknife and began stocking the shelves, scanning items with a handheld device. After a moment, you realized he still hadn’t left. He stood there wearing an awkward, hopeful smile. With a heavy sigh, you finally looked at him.

“I’m y/n, if you really need to know.”

“Mhm… that’s a nice name,” he said softly, fidgeting with his fingers as he searched for the right words. “Maybe you could still stop by my store and—”

“Wise! There you are!”

A bright, cheerful voice called from behind him. Even without turning around, he recognized it instantly—Belle, his younger sister. She hurried over, and when she noticed her brother talking to someone new, a mischievous grin spread across her face.

“Oh! I haven’t seen you here before. I’m Belle! The second and better owner” She grabbed your hand and shook it enthusiastically. “I hope we can be friends. We could show you around the neighborhood sometime…”

“y/n,” you repeated. “And no, thank you. I have a lot of work to do.”

With that, you ended the conversation and returned to your duties, effectively dismissing them. Belle sighed, realizing they weren’t getting anywhere. After a brief goodbye, she tugged her brother by the arm and led him back toward their shop. They walked in silence for a moment before Wise leaned closer and whispered:

“I don’t understand women. I just wanted to say hello, and she’s shooting daggers at me because we accidentally bumped into each other.”

“Well, maybe she moved here because she really needs the job and doesn’t want to mess it up,” Belle replied, patting his shoulder and narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. “It’s probably her first day. Hm. Do you like her?”

“What? No! Of course not. I barely even saw her, Belle.”

He laughed and shook his head, yet somewhere deep in his subconscious, a strange warmth lingered from the moment their eyes first met. He had never believed in love at first sight and didn’t know what to call the feeling. Perhaps he was simply intrigued by a new face in town. His sister, noticing the quiet conflict written all over his expression, only laughed.

“I know what’ll cheer you up! Let’s go get ramen. I’m buying today—with my own money!”

“You know we share a budget, right?”

“Yeah, but part of it is mine,” she said with a playful chuckle, dragging him toward the ramen stand. “And besides, you look like you could use a good meal and a better mood.”

(...)While they were slurping ramen on the other side of the street, you were still working. The store had grown quieter by then. The last delivery was done, the shelves were mostly stocked, and the soft hum of the cooling systems filled the air. You slowed your pace, exhaustion finally catching up to you. With a quiet sigh, you slid down the wall and sat on the floor between the shelves, resting your elbows on your knees.

Your gaze drifted to nothing in particular.

Did I treat them too harshly?

You frowned slightly, staring at the tiled floor. …No. It was his fault for not watching where he was going. And he was being annoying. Pushy, even.

Still, the memory of his awkward dorky smile and the way he’d nervously played with his fingers crept back into your thoughts, uninvited. You clicked your tongue under your breath.

Idiot, you told yourself—though you weren’t entirely sure who that was directed at.

Before you could finish your internal argument, a soft mechanical shuffle broke the silence. Something brushed against your knee.

“Ehn—ah?”

You looked up to see the store’s Bangboo wobbling toward you, nearly tripping over its own stubby legs. It flailed for balance, ears flickering, round digital green eyes blinking in mild panic before finally stabilizing itself in front of you. It tilted its head to the side, emitting a curious beep. You stared at it for a moment in silence, then shook your head, a small, tired smile finally tugging at your lips. Compared to people, Bangboo were… easier. No expectations. No awkward conversations. No strange looks that lingered a second too long. And also, they were cute like plushies.

“I don’t need help,” you said softly. “But... thanks, I guess..”

The Bangboo blinked again, processing, then straightened up proudly as if it had accomplished something important. It let out a satisfied little sound before toddling off down the aisle, almost crashing into a stack of boxes on the way. You watched it go, the smile lingering just a bit longer than you expected—before fading as you leaned your head back against the wall.

•••

The next day arrived wrapped in a pale, hazy morning light that slowly gave way to the neon glow of Sixth Street. Your shift had ended hours ago, and for the first time since moving here, you found yourself wandering without a strict destination. The air smelled faintly of coffee, ramen from open stand and rain-washed pavement.

You told yourself you were just exploring.

Your steps slowed as a familiar storefront came into view. A sleek sign flickered above the entrance: Random Play. Through the glass display window, you could see rows of neatly arranged films and retro styled shop. For a moment, you hesitated on the sidewalk, your reflection staring back at you.

I’m just looking, you reasoned. That’s all.

The soft chime of the door announced your arrival as you stepped inside. The shop was warmer than outside, filled with a gentle jazz music and the faint scent of old plastic cases, which scent you remember from visits to your grandparents. In those days, a few people liked watching movies, or rather, no one wanted to legally rent or buy them when they could pirate them on the internet for free.

You wandered deeper into the store, fingers brushing lightly over the edges of film cases. Some covers were vibrant and chaotic with famous celebrities faces, others quiet and artistic. A small Bangboo with orange scarf zipped past your feet carrying a stack of discs twice its size, wobbling dangerously before disappearing behind the counter.

Behind that very counter also stood Wise. Who would have thought...

He was in the middle of organizing a pile of old vintage movies when the door chimed. Out of habit, he glanced up and froze. His hands stopped mid-motion, a filming tape slipping slightly in his grip.

It was you.

For a split second, his mind went completely blank. A dozen thoughts collided at once: She came here? Did she change her mind? Should I say something? Don’t stare. Stop staring.

Trying to look casual and failing miserably, Wise set everything down and wiped his palms on his jacket. His heart thumped louder than he cared to admit as he stepped out from behind the counter. Each stride felt oddly deliberate, like he was walking onto a stage without a script. He cough into his fist and his cheeks started to heat up.

“Hey,” he said, and immediately winced internally at how simple it sounded. He cleared his throat, offering a small, nervous smile. “Uh… welcome to Random Play.”

His blue eyes flicked briefly to your hands, as if checking whether you were holding anything, before returning to your face. It would be easier if she chose the movie, then he could talk about it like a nerd who has seen everything in his store.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he added, softer this time. “Not that you’re not welcome. You are. Very welcome. I just mean—” He stopped himself, exhaling a quiet, embarrassed laugh. “Sorry. I’m rambling.”

You chuckled at his embarrassment and then sighed with calm smile.

"Just breath, otherwise you'll have a heart attack here...and I will have to do CPR"

Wise blushed at that teasing joke and cough louder this time, as if he wanted to summon Belle, who, as usual, doesn't show up when needed. A comfortable silence settled for a beat, and neither of you knew what to say, just like stupid teenagers before their first love.

Wise rubbed the back of his neck.

“Are you… looking for something specific?” he asked. “Or just browsing? I can recommend a few things. No discounts speech this time, I promise.”

There was a sincerity in his tone now, stripped of yesterday’s awkward sales pitch. He gestured lightly toward the shelves around you but then:

“Or...if you still insist you don't like movies, maybe...let me ask you out on a date?" The moment of realization "I mean, if you don't want this to be a date, then going to a coffee shop as friends will do!"

You blinked at him uncertainly. You literally just moved here and suddenly some guy asks you out on a date...Well, you'd be lying if you said he wasn't adorable in his own loser way.

"Sure! We can go" you said it too quickly for hesitation that you even cringed at yourself. Calm down y/n. "Yeah...cafe date will do."

"Really?"

Wise blinked at you, unable to believe it was that simple and he didn't completly embarrass himself. After a moment, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Great...So, would you like to come with me now? Belle will take care of the shop while I'm gone, so don't worry about distracting me from my duties"

He joked weakly at which you nod. The gray haired man let his sister know and when everything was agreed, he gently took you by the arm and opened the door for you, acting like gentleman he saw on rom coms movies, because yeah, he watched them with Belle with great interest.

Well, if the date goes well, he'll invite you to a movie night too and who knows, maybe there will be something between you for a long long time.

Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my language 😅 Just a short one shot because I started getting obsessed with Wise lol.

• Katya is geo because she likes gold digging men lol. She is from Snezhnaya and is geo catalyst which is similar in shape to a Molotov cocktail.

•Her friend and companion is a bear who can change size and is named Misiek. If anyone ever asks her why him, she replies, "He knows how to read maps, so he's useful."

•She loves cold baths. The cold doesn't bother her; she's gotten used to it since she was a child and her father was throwing her into lakes to increase her immunity, so maybe that's why she often walks around with her coat open and doesn't see the problem.

•She knows how to use her looks to her advantage, and men and women are often fooled by her innocent eyes and body. Whether it was a place to stay, a free meal, or a small loan, she always got what she wanted.

•Katya would like to be the richest in the world, even richer than the gods themselves, so that she could buy everything she want and also help others.

•She met Varka in Nod Krai, where she was taking a cold bath in her clothes in a lake, it was there that Capitan rushed to rescue her, but when he pulled her out of the water, thinking she was drowning, she blamed him for preventing her from washing and taking care of herself. It was then that Varka thought she was a sick woman, but took her and Misiek to his camp.

•She knows Ajax and is curious about where he earns so much money, but when she accidentally discovers his secret, she keeps quiet about it in front of his family and decides to find another way to earn money. For example, adventures and finding chests.

•Her new bestie is Yelan, whom she often visited in Liyue, and also took information from her about where she could easily get rich. He also knows some other female characters like Ninnguang, Faruzan and Noelle.

• She managed to meet Zhongli once, but she didn't know that he was an archon and said in front of him "That I will be richer than the archon of mora himself, sir!" To which he just chuckled as if he saw a cute kid who thought he would get candy by being proud.

•Whenever a woman from Shneznaya asked her for love advice she always replied something like: "Is he paying for you on dates? No? Oh, no, no, no, that's impossible, he doesn't deserve you, honey. How is that possible, it's unthinkable. Come here, sweetie, have a drink of my ma's vodka. If he doesn't yearn, he doesn't earn. Did he give you at least 101 roses? No. Pffttt 🙄"

• Her signature meal would be pierogi with cottage cheese, onion and cracklings.

• Her constellation would be in the shape of a bear's paw with mora symbol on it.

• Simp for Varka

Kala was never meant to end up at NRC. It was the biggest accident Crowley had ever failed to explain, so she remained at the academy until graduation. She discovered her signature spell on her own at the age of ten — the ability to turn people into foam bubbles for a few minutes. Even such unusual magic was enough to secure her a place at the school.

Her personality and demeanor pointed more toward a girls’ academy — NCC (Night Crows College), the female counterpart of NRC. To this day, no one knows how such a mix-up even happened, but the teachers didn’t panic and treated her like any other student (though they were noticeably more attentive for safety reasons).

Although Crowley tried to transfer her, NCC claimed they had no vacant spots and cut off communication halfway through the process. And so, she began her studies in her second year — unfortunately ending up in the same class as Floyd, who nicknamed her “Shrimp” and followed her everywhere, demanding hugs and attention.

As if that weren’t enough, she could constantly feel Rook’s strange gaze on her. He, too, seemed fascinated — likely intrigued by the life and habits of a mermaid living on land. While most students were curious about why she was there, it was those two who stayed in her mind forever.

Floyd sat next to her during lessons and sometimes during breaks, whenever he was free from Jade and his duties at the Mostro Lounge. Rook, meanwhile, observed her both from the shadows and openly during extracurricular activities, since she attended the Alchemy Club alongside him and Trey. Life, truly, was not easy.

Her years at the academy passed relatively peacefully, spent building as many connections as possible — though no matter how hard she tried, she still managed to grow to despise a few students:

- Vil, because he claimed he sang better and looked better than a siren

- Leona, for being lazy and irritating

- Sebek, for being far too loud

- Jamil, for being a fake bastard who tried to make life harder for her best friend, Kalim

Petty reasons, perhaps — but she had her justifications.

Kala comes from the Coral Sea, like most members of Octavinelle, though she spent her life in a region populated by more sirens than other merfolk, learning to live on land at her own pace.

It was there she practiced her second gift: the ability to change her voice and steal the voices of others through her necklace shaped like a golden seashell (the real necklace from Disney’s The Little Mermaid). She never liked her own voice, so she borrowed prettier ones and sang at various gatherings in her kingdom. However, when she overused this power, the necklace would turn against her — stealing her voice until sunset.

Though she rarely showed it, she was always troubled by the fact that she was the only girl at NRC and unable to study at NCC. Most of the girls she once considered friends mocked her for it on Magicam, leaving her alone — her only comfort being Grim, the cat, who seemed to prefer tuna over her.

After graduating, she returned home and took up small jobs. She believed she would live a quiet life — until Floyd found her there and squeezed her like a long-lost friend. They met several more times: dates, small encounters… and at the age of twenty-nine, they married.

Kala didn’t know she had married into a mafia family, but she tried not to dwell on it. As long as he didn’t come home with bloodstains, she chose to ignore it.

She often attended tea gatherings with Georgina, whom she feared slightly, though the woman treated her like her own daughter. Her father-in-law was kind as well, but she rarely saw him due to his constant work. Floyd and Jade inherited the family business and helped their parents, still keeping in touch with Azul, who continued to request their services.

Floyd would be a good husband. He would often give you flowers and little gifts — though he much preferred physical affection: hugging, kissing, and biting just enough to leave a mark, as eels tend to do by instinct.

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• Most of your dates would take place on the hills, where you could set up a picnic. There would always be a cake Lisa baked and other snacks. Purple ones, of course.

• You were 100% her test rabbit for her safe experiments, ending up with a terrible stomachache by the end. Barbara has no rest and constantly tries to heal you.

• Frequent evening chats over wine would be the norm, so much so that even Diluc keeps a spare bottle hidden for you two so alcoholic Kaeya and Venti don’t drink it first. Every romantic word from Lisa ends with “darling,” “sweetheart,” or “cutie,” nothing else. Even though she says it in a normal tone, you can never tell if she’s flirting, being friendly, or hinting that you won’t be able to walk tonight—only to hand you roses the next morning.

• An adorable couple, so adorable that you’re Razor’s unofficial moms, trying to “tame” him.

• You’d get jealous of Jean and how close she and Lisa seem, but Lisa always reassures you, saying that “this old witch only has eyes for you… and naps… and tea.”

• Though a lot happens in your lives, the best moments are when the two of you sit in silence and you let Lisa sleep on your lap while you play with her hair.💜

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Jean Gunnhildr

• Most residents assumed she would end up in a relationship with Diluc—they thought there was some chemistry between them, but the truth was they only saw each other as complicated friends divided by passion. No one knew Jean was taken and dating you, but when it came to light, no one knew how to react. There was often a telling silence or strange remarks like, “Oh, how is poor Jean handling it? She has all of Mondstadt on her shoulders and now she’s gotten into a relationship with y/n. That girl isn’t even from aristocracy.” And with every such comment, you didn’t know how to feel—maybe you really were just an obstacle? But Jean always reassured you, telling you that you were very important to her.

• She often initiated hangouts in her free time with you and Barbara, wanting the two people in her life to be friends and love each other like family.

• She often asked you for help taking care of Klee, thanking you with small kisses no one ever saw. Although she was serious day-to-day, whenever she was alone with you, her heart softened.

• Dates in her office would be an everyday thing, always over shared mushroom pizza. You’d scold her for not sleeping and overworking herself, and she always tried to hide her exhaustion behind a smile. But when she fell asleep in her office, you took the chance to steal a few trivial tasks and complete them yourself.

• Jean struggled greatly to talk about her past and family, but when she did, you always listened carefully, wanting to ease her burden. You both knew meeting her parents wasn’t the best idea, so you kept putting it off. You were both waiting for Varka to return home so Jean could finally feel at ease, have more time, and go on more serious dates with you without fearing the city would explode in her absence.🩵

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Eula Lawrence

• The second-biggest girlkisser right after Lisa. One of the last aristocrats, trying to change the history and laws of her clan. A beautiful, wealthy woman from a good lineage and… well, just you. Nothing about this should have worked. You were too simple and without a proper family name, and yet the two of you were together. People often made unpleasant comments, saying that Eula shouldn’t be with a woman but with a man so she could produce an heir to carry on the name. No one asked her what she wanted… she was simply expected to fulfill it. That’s why you dated in secret, sometimes bringing each other lunch or just meeting to see each other and share a kiss after a long day apart. Only Mika and Kaeya knew about your relationship, and that was also by accident—when they caught you two… well, that day isn’t worth remembering.

• Eula often taught you how to use a sword, claiming it was for your own safety, because she wouldn’t always be by your side.

• She loves giving private performances just for you, dancing with graceful, ballet-like movements. You usually just applauded in awe, unless she forced you to join her, refusing to accept your excuses.

• You would often spend time outside the city in nature, picking flowers to make wreaths.💙

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Rosaria

• The most laid-back person you know. Although she initially fell into the wrong crowd, once she joined the Church she immediately became a better person. You met her in the cathedral when she was singing hymns in the choir with the others—you were probably the only one who actually listened to what she was singing and noticed how many times she mispronounced Barbatos’s name. But instead of calling her out for it, you just joked about it, which brought you two closer right away. After a few meetings you started dating, not really hiding it.

• Your tavern outings were almost a daily routine, always ordering a bottle of wine and chatting for as long as possible—until Diluc kicked you out.

• You often visited Rosaria in the cathedral while she was working, where Barbara always insisted you stay for tea, but you often declined, embarrassed.

• You and Rosaria often worked as a duo when it came to distracting Barbara’s fanclub and explaining to them that they shouldn’t follow her around. You were probably the only rational one trying to stop your girlfriend from resorting to violence.

• Your favorite place was Dragonspine, where you would start snowball fights and then warm up by the fire afterward, cuddled together.

• you would be jealous of how much time she spends with Kaeya, but she would reassure you that they are just friends for wine and life's problems.🩶

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Liyue

Ningguang

• If you’re dating the richest woman in Teyvat, you’ll 100% be on everyone’s lips. Although most people would support your relationship, there would be a few jealous comments claiming you’re only with her for the money.

• Ningguang is a good woman whose life turned out well, so if you came from a poor family, she’d show you wealth and luxury — but if you came from a rich one, she’d show you what it’s like to be poor and work for your meals.

• You would often meet at her “estate,” and she would explain how it’s possible that it floats. Or you’d stroll through Liyue Harbor, spending time with cheerful children, drinking tea. Of course, she’d take you to the quieter areas where she grew up and cook fish for the two of you.

• She would be very loving, but she’s someone who leads more with reason than with her heart. You could also say she’s almost too caring — she won’t let you smoke her pipes or drink large amounts of alcohol, insisting that tea is better for your health.

• Her employees would recognize you instantly, and even without instructions, the moment you arrive at the Jade Chamber, a full VIP-level service would already be waiting for you.

• Candlelit dinners would be a frequent norm, with the best chefs in Teyvat preparing your meals. That’s when Ningguang shows off her new dresses with a smile that says she knows she’s beautiful.🧡

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Beidou

• Honestly, no one would care that you’re dating the captain — well, maybe except for her crew, Kazuha, and the men trying to win your favor for business reasons.

• It would be the most relaxed relationship, but often long-distance, considering her ship sails across various regions. Sometimes she’s gone for weeks, but when she returns, she always gives you deep kisses and tight hugs, like an apology for being away. Of course, she brings you gifts too — from hairpins from Inazuma to water from Fontaine.

• Most of your dates would be on her ship, or simply in taverns drinking alcohol and competing to see who can drink more.

• Beidou also had a turbulent childhood she preferred not to talk about, but when she did, she spoke honestly and openly, not leaving anything out.

• If not for her, you wouldn’t know so many creative pirate curses — you heard them so often from her that they’ve stuck in your head and now you use them too.

• You’re reluctant to let your girlfriend go on her voyages, not wanting to wait for her again like a desperate Victorian maiden, but you know this is what she loves and what gives her freedom, so you support her in her passion and way of life.

• Her crew likes you as one of their own, often asking Beidou how you’re doing and wishing you two luck. Thanks to them, you received the largest stash of beer and sake.❤️

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Yelan

• No one knows about your relationship. Besides, who would bother with the private life of an agent who’s supposed to work incognito?

• Yelan would be a very romantic person, often telling you she loves you and showering you with compliments and gifts. She would often take you on trips to Fontaine, where she’d dress in her most beautiful gown just to impress you. She’d immediately take you to the theatre to watch a play — she’d be the biggest connoisseur of such performances, all while quietly observing her target to eliminate.

• Yelan would be a mysterious person who loved to tease you romantically in her own seductive way.

• You know Yelan is beautiful and appealing to everyone, so sometimes you worry she might leave you for someone else. You never say it directly, of course, but Yelan catches on quickly and tries her best to calm your thoughts.

• Sometimes she’d want to take you along on her missions so you could see Teyvat, but she knows it’s dangerous, so during your time apart she sends countless letters with photographs.

• If anyone disliked your relationship, she’d immediately eliminate them and erase their existence.🩵

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Shenhe

• She probably has never been in a relationship, so Ganyu and the others would be shocked if she brought you to a family dinner. Xianyun would immediately start questioning you about your intentions with Shenhe and your background like overprotective parent, all while piling more food onto your plate. If she didnt like you, she will chase you away in her bird form.

• Shenhe would be a bit dense when it comes to human and romantic interactions, so whenever she gets the idea to give you a gift, she acts on it instantly. She’d probably show up at your place at five in the morning with chocolates, walking into your home like it’s her own with a puppy-eyed look.

• Despite her uncertainty, she’s wise and understands the basics of relationships, but she still asks others for advice and reads romance novels recommended by Xingqiu.

• She 100% tried to feed you plants in their natural, freshly picked form, but you always refused, saying you’d make tea out of them instead. Deep down you wondered whether she was trying to poison you or did she not understand that your stomach does not digest such things.

• You would often spend time with the other adepti, who apparently adopted you and ignored the fact that you have no powers.

• You always helped Shenhe take care of Yaoyao, and you would fly kites together, or help her at Wanmin restaurant when her schedule was full.

• Your relationship would be innocently romantic, with both of you being shy. Only when Shenhe does something blunt do you both end up with huge blushes on your faces.♥️

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Xianyun

• Your beginnings were quite difficult. Despite the chemistry between you, she wasn’t sure whether it made sense. Sure, she had been in love before and had a few fleeting romances, but you were something different to her. If you were a mortal, she would be extremely hesitant about the relationship, but if she pushed past that, the two of you would have a bond full of intense emotions and frequent spontaneous dates. You would live a short life, so for her those 80 years would feel like a split second. But if you were long-lived, she’d be less stubborn and the relationship would progress more slowly.

• Xianyun would constantly mother you and criticize your clothes — unless you wore something truly pretty and stylish. According to her, you should only wear light blue and red so you two could match. Of course, she’d also recommend blue cosmetics. Xianyun has blue lipstick and eyeshadow she adores, so you know exactly what to buy her for her birthday.

• She would take your relationship seriously, all the more because she has her “four daughters” under her care. You would have to be worthy of being their second mother.

• She would often tell you old stories of Teyvat and what it used to be like, and you would teasingly ask, “Do you know dinosaurs?” after which you’d get a smack on the head.

• Xianyun is a complete diva — no one knows how you managed to be with her, but everyone wishes you the best. Even Zhongli and Madame Ping congratulated you.

• She would often pretend to be unreachable, trying to hide her blush behind adjusting her glasses, and you would insist on doing her hair.🤎

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Inazuma

Raiden Ei

• She wouldn’t be very inclined toward romance. An Archon should focus on her region and its people, not her own feelings. That’s why she strongly disagreed with Zhongli’s decision to take a break. I suspect you’d be in an unofficial relationship — not an open one, just something she wouldn’t know how to name. Historians would call you “friends.”

• She would spend time with you walking through the city, enjoying the changes in time, history, and the new era. You’d probably show her a few new things that would leave a strong impression on her f.e. camera.

• She would buy out all the flavored milk and dango, and you’d look at her in disbelief as she devoured everything. Once you asked for a portion, but lightning appeared around her, and from that moment you knew she didn’t want to share her food.

• When it comes to cooking, Raiden would try to make something for you, but it always ended in disaster — a disaster you were forced to eat so as not to hurt her feelings. It usually ended with a doctor’s visit and you throwing up behind a bush.

• Once she took you to another dimension where she wanted you to meditate with her, but you were too fidgety and she threw you out. Although Raiden doesn’t say it openly, she regrets her old decisions about ruling and isolating the region; now she has clearly changed her mindset and tries to fix her mistakes.

• She tries to cherish the time she spends with you, because life is fleeting. I don't want you to leave her like her sister and friends.💜

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Yae Miko

• She wouldn’t make a big scene about you dating, but she would often write books dedicated to you, where anyone could read your name and make their own assumptions.

• You would often visit her at the shrine just to spend time together, and maybe sometimes make a wish. Even though you didn’t have much luck with fortunes, Yae always cheered you on.

• Yae would be quite cunning in the relationship — maybe it’s her fox nature — but she knew exactly how to manipulate you and convince you that you said something in the past when you never actually did. For example, you never mentioned engagement, but Yae convinced you that you had, and you ended up buying matching rings with pink diamonds.

• You like touching her ears and tail, but if you touch them too hard, you’re in for a serious tickling session.

• Despite all the teasing, you’d be a successful couple that sincerely loves each other and would be a model pair.

• You try to stop her from spying on Gorou, telling her it’s not nice and that she’ll get herself into trouble… but well, she doesn’t listen to anyone and keeps doing it, using him as inspiration.🤍

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Kujou Sara

• Too busy to have time for romance and too devoted to the Archon to love someone else. And yet, when you appeared, she felt something she couldn’t explain.

• She tried to talk to you casually, pretending to be serious and composed to impress you with her competence. As the adopted daughter of the Kujou Clan, she has the skills and wealth to catch your attention.

• The beginning of your dating would be rather uncomfortable — neither of you would really know how to react to kisses and hugs. Because of her work, Sara would often be absent and come home late; if you lived together, she would always come to you in the evening and cuddle up to you like you were her favorite teddy bear.

• She would often complain to you about Itto and about Gorou from the rival faction, but she wasn’t looking for comfort — she was just looking for someone who hated them as much as she did.

• She would be a very petty person, finding it hard to forgive mistakes and offenses. If you stayed together for a long time, she would definitely want to adopt a child and give them a home.💛

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Sumeru

Dehya

• Even though she’s busy with her duties and protecting Dunyarzad, her heart finds time to fall in love with you the moment she saw you at the market. She shyly approached you and offered to help carry your groceries home. It was a pretext to find out where you lived, so she could bring you desert flowers, hoping you’d never seen ones like them before.

• You’d probably never visited the desert before, so she’d take you there and show you the places she loves most, protecting you from danger and other Eremites. You once accidentally got stuck in one of the catacombs, and Candace and Cyno had to rescue you.

• She would befriend you with Dunyarzad, whom she treats like a sister or best friend.

• She probably wouldn’t have much time for you, and would apologize with small gifts and sweets if you like them.

• She’d invite you on a date to a tavern and show you how fast she can drink beer, winning prizes with that and outdrinking Kaveh in his alcohol challenges.♥️

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Candace

• She spends her whole life in the desert protecting Aaru Village, and that’s probably where she had to meet you — protecting you from fungi or other threats. You were so stunned that instead of thanking her, you immediately asked her out on a date with red cheeks, and... that’s how you started dating.

• The village reacted positively to your relationship, and the grandmothers always commented that you’re both beautiful women and wished you the best.

• You would help Candace teach local children and also help the elderly with their daily tasks. That’s what most of your dates were like and that's the only way you managed to spend your time.

• In the evenings, you’d eat candlelit dinners, cuddled up together because it got colder at night.💙

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Fontaine

Navia

• She often gets what she wants, and this time it’s you. As the leader of Spina di Rosula, she has connections everywhere, easily learning your schedule and interests from her people. So it’s no surprise she manages to charm you.

• She very often bakes sweets for you, especially her famous macarons that everyone loves.

• She takes you fishing with her and often forgets to use hooks, which is why she never manages to catch anything.

• Even though she’s busy and all, she always tries to find time for you and gives you a few kisses and energetic hugs.

• It’s hard for her to talk about her past, but she lets you in because she trusts you and believes you’ll stay with her forever.

• She takes you to board game nights with others so you can meet her friends and integrate with them. She wants you in every part of her life — even in her home, when she suggested living together and adopting a cat as your “child.”🧡

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Clorinde

• • Too serious and too busy to get involved in relationships, so she would resist dating you and deny any feelings for you. But deep down, she was a big softie....

• She would take you on dates to restaurants to learn as much about you as possible, or take you to various board game enthusiast meetings that she organized herself.

• Even though she would seem distant, she loved you very much and showed it through letters, bringing meals to your workplace, or taking you out of the city so she could be herself. Every one of your dates ended with catching some kind of criminal — either by accident or because it was planned from the start.

• She loves her job, so she would often be absent, which you understood — everyone has their passions and duties. Still, you missed her, and whenever you could, you’d hug her tightly with a little pout.💜

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Natlan

Mavuika

• She’d be calm and perceptive, the kind of person who notices your feelings before you ever say them out loud. You’d feel seen around her in a quiet, almost spiritual way.

• Your relationship would start slow and soft — long talks under the night sky, shared silence that never feels awkward, and gentle touches that mean more than words.

• She’d teach you about Natlan’s philosophy, balance, and the weight of strength, often telling you that true power is choosing kindness even when it’s hard.

• When people doubt your place beside her, she doesn’t argue loudly — she just stands closer to you, protective without being possessive.

• She’d braid or fix your hair when you’re tired, saying little, but showing love through actions.

• Even if she acts composed, she’d quietly enjoy your playful side and small jokes, pretending to be serious while secretly smiling.

• She’d be the type to hold your hand during dangerous moments, not because she thinks you’re weak, but because she wants you grounded and safe.♥️

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Xilonen

• Extremely confident and magnetic — when she decided she liked you, she didn’t second-guess it. You were “hers” in a natural, warm way, not possessive.

• She’d be very touchy in a casual way: resting her chin on your shoulder, wrapping an arm around your waist, leaning into you when tired.

• She’d love gifting you handmade accessories or small things she crafted herself, acting like it’s “no big deal” but secretly watching your reaction closely.

• You’d get dragged into lively Natlan events with her — music, dancing, street food — and she’d always make sure your hand never left hers in crowds.

• When you’re overwhelmed, she becomes quieter and softer, pulling you aside and helping you breathe through it.

• She’d tease you lightly, calling you cute nicknames in public just to see you get flustered.

• At the end of the day, she’d be super physically affectionate — forehead kisses, hugs from behind, resting her head on your lap and wanting ear pats.🖤

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Chasca

• At first, she’d act like she doesn’t need anyone — very guarded, very blunt — but once she lets you in, you become her safe place.

• She’d be awkward with romance, not knowing how to respond to compliments, getting visibly flustered but refusing to admit it.

• She’d teach you survival skills, insisting it’s “practical,” but really just wanting to spend time together.

• Your dates would be unconventional: watching sunsets on cliffs, quiet patrols, sitting side by side without talking much but feeling completely at peace.

• She’d show love by small, practical actions: fixing things for you, standing on the side of the street closer to danger, giving you her jacket without asking.

• Jealousy would be silent with her — tighter jaw, sharper glances — but she’d never blame you, only try to be “better” in her own way.

• When she finally opens up emotionally, it’s very real and very deep. You’d be the only person who gets to see that soft, fragile side of her.🩷

Varesa

• Loud, chaotic energy, but completely soft for you. The type who laughs with her whole chest and then goes quiet the moment she notices you’re tired.

• Fell for you fast and hard — no subtlety, no hesitation. One day you’re just “someone,” the next she’s introducing you as “my favorite person.”

• Loves physical affection in the most natural way: slinging an arm over your shoulders, tugging you closer, resting her forehead against yours when she’s overwhelmed.

• She’d drag you into everything — races, competitions, training sessions, random challenges she makes up on the spot — just because she loves hearing you laugh.

• Surprisingly great at taking care of you when you’re sick or exhausted. Clumsy, maybe, but very serious about it. Brings you water, fixes your blanket, sits by your side until you fall asleep.

• Gets territorial in a very quiet way — standing a little closer, hand on your back, eyes sharp when someone talks to you too long. Not controlling, just protective.

• Would absolutely show off for you: fighting a little harder, running a little faster, acting a little bolder just to hear you praise her.

• When she feels vulnerable, she doesn’t know what to say — so she just leans into you and stays there, holding on like you’re the only stable thing in the world.🩷

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Nod Krai

Lauma

• Very nature-bound and gentle, the kind of person who feels like a quiet forest clearing. Being around her would feel calming, like the world finally softened.

• She’d show affection through shared routines — braiding your hair, tending to small plants with you, teaching you how to care for flowers and herbs.

• She’d be incredibly patient with you, never rushing you to understand things, always explaining slowly and kindly.

• When you’re tired or overwhelmed, she’d just sit with you in silence, letting you rest your head on her shoulder without questions.

• She believes love is something sacred and slow-growing, so your relationship would feel very steady and safe.

• She’d collect little natural trinkets for you — smooth stones, interesting leaves, pressed flowers — and gift them like treasures.

• She’d hum soft melodies while you fall asleep beside her, pretending she doesn’t notice when you drift off to the sound of her voice.💚

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Nefer

• Sharp-tongued on the outside, observant and calculating, always reading a room two steps ahead. With you, she’d slowly drop the mask.

• Your relationship would feel like a secret alliance — whispered conversations, meaningful looks, shared understanding without words.

• She’d be extremely protective but subtle about it, positioning herself between you and potential threats without making a scene.

• She’d test trust slowly, never all at once, and each step closer would feel earned and real.

• She’s not overly physical with affection, but when she is, it’s intense and deliberate — hands on your waist, fingers laced tightly with yours.

• She’d love strategy games and debates, enjoying how your mind works more than anything else.

• When she finally says “I love you,” it wouldn’t be dramatic — it’d be quiet, serious, and completely sincere.🤍

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Other

Arlecchino

• Everyone assumes she’s incapable of real affection, but with you she’s impossibly gentle in private. No audience, no masks — just quiet, careful touches.

• She’d call you “pet” or “dear” in that dangerous-sounding tone that somehow only feels safe when it’s aimed at you.

• Your relationship would be built on trust more than words — she watches how you breathe, how your shoulders tense, how your eyes move, and adjusts herself to protect you instinctively.

• Publicly, she keeps distance. Privately, she’s always close — sitting beside you, brushing your knuckles with her fingers, resting her forehead to yours in silence.

• She’d test you at first — not to hurt you, but to see your limits, your loyalty, your honesty. Once you pass, she never doubts you again.

• She’s not the type to shower you in compliments, but when she praises you, it feels like being chosen by something ancient and dangerous.

• Soft moments look like this: you fixing her gloves, her letting you clean blood from her hands in silence, her standing just a little behind you so you’re always shielded.💔

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Skirk

• Distant, unreadable, like standing at the edge of a deep ocean. Being close to her feels like stepping into cold, clear water — shocking at first, then strangely peaceful.

• She doesn’t understand “normal” relationships, so she learns by watching you — your reactions, your needs, your silences.

• Affection from her is rare but powerful: a hand on your back to guide you, her coat draped over your shoulders, her fingers brushing your temple when you’re tired.

• She’d train with you not to change you, but to keep you alive in a world she knows is far more dangerous than anyone admits.

• Jealousy wouldn’t be dramatic — it would be quiet, lethal, and controlled. A stare that stops conversations, a subtle shift in stance that warns people away.

• When she speaks softly to you, it feels like a secret. Her voice would never rise, never rush — only you get to hear it that way.

• Guilt, embarrassment, and worry flooded him all at once. Artem didn’t want what happened between you to be just a one-night thing. He loved you — had loved you for two long years before he finally found the courage to confess. Now what? Awkward glances and avoidance seemed inevitable, especially since the two of you worked together at Themis.

• With a heavy sigh, he dragged himself into the shower, as if cold water could wash away the ache in his chest. His heart burned painfully, and though he wanted to cry, he clenched his jaw to hold it back. In less than an hour, he’d have to face you again — as Mr. Wing and Ms. Y/N. No more.

• After dressing up in his usual suit and getting ready to leave, he suddenly heard noises from the kitchen. His brows furrowed — was someone there? Moving quietly, he followed the sound, only to freeze in place when he saw you. There you were, standing by his stove, muttering curses under your breath as you wrestled with a frying pan. Cooking clearly wasn’t your strongest skill...

• Artem stared, speechless. Just moments ago, he’d been spiraling in self-doubt, replaying every word from last night in his head — only to find you in his kitchen, trying to make him breakfast.

• He couldn’t help himself — he rushed over, eyes shining with tears, and pulled you into his arms. His voice trembled slightly as he whispered against your ear,

“Don’t ever do that again, silly. You could’ve just woken me up.”

• You both laughed softly, and he insisted on helping you finish the meal. The breakfast turned out simple but warm, shared between quiet smiles and shy glances — a small moment of peace before heading off to work to continue the orphanage case together.

• Deep down, Artem felt a wave of relief wash over him. You hadn’t left him after all — and more than that, you truly cared.💙

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Marius von Hagen

• Marius was never an early riser, so when he finally stirred awake and reached for you — only to find the bed empty — his first thought was that you’d gone to work early. That would’ve been fine... except you would’ve said goodbye, right? After everything that happened last night — after such an intimate, precious moment — wouldn’t you have at least left a few soft kisses before leaving?

• As his sleepy haze faded, he noticed that none of your things were around. That’s when his easygoing smile fell. A deep frown tugged at his lips, and a thought — one he didn’t want to believe — crept in.

Had you... used him?

Had you realized who he really was — the heir to Pax Group — and decided to play along until he fell for you and took his money?

• “Idiot,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. He’d been so stupid to open up, to tell you the truth about himself, to let his guard down... and to let his heart get involved. Was that it, then? Would you just stop talking to him, act like strangers the next time you met?

• But Marius von Hagen wasn’t the type to give up quietly. Within minutes, his phone was in his hand — and the screen lit up with message after message he wrote:

“Where are you?”

“Did you leave?”

“Hey—answer me, dummy.”

No reply. Just silence.

• Sighing, he finally got dressed for his morning lecture, trying to brush off the unease that clung to his chest. Just as he was about to leave, the apartment door clicked open — and there you were, smiling brightly, holding a small paper bag from the bakery.

“Oh, you’re already up? I thought we could have breakfast togeth—”

• You didn’t get to finish. Marius crossed the room in an instant, wrapping his arms around you with a deep, shaky breath. His usual teasing tone was gone; instead, there was quiet relief, raw and unfiltered, in the way he held you — like he never wanted to let go again.

• “You scared me, you know?” he murmured against your hair, voice low and warm. “Next time, at least leave a note. Or I might just paint a portrait of you — so I can keep you here even when you’re gone.” 💜

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Luke Pearce

• Normally, Luke was an early riser — years of detective work had trained him to wake up before the sun.

But after last night’s... activities, even he couldn’t fight off the exhaustion. When he finally stirred and blinked himself awake, the first thing he noticed was that the other side of the bed was empty — neatly made, even.

“Y/n?” he mumbled groggily, rubbing his eyes before dragging himself to the kitchen for coffee.

• It wasn’t until he took his first sip of the warm drink that the realization hit him.

You weren’t there. You’d left without saying goodbye.

“Did she go to work?” he muttered to himself, heart sinking. “Or... did she just feel awkward after what happened?”

The two of you had been childhood friends, slowly tiptoeing into something deeper. But now, with the quiet stillness of the morning pressing down on him, he couldn’t help but wonder — did she regret it?

• At first, Luke tried to keep calm. He told himself not to overthink, not to jump to conclusions — but within minutes, his anxiety won.

He was pacing the apartment like a lost puppy, hands on his head, muttering half-formed thoughts and worst-case scenarios under his breath.

• His old colleague’s words echoed in his mind — “Don’t get attached, Pearce. This job isn’t for people who have something to lose.”

He’d ignored that advice, of course. He thought you were worth every risk.

But now, sitting on the edge of the chair with his chest tight and his heart sinking, he couldn’t help but wonder if that had been a mistake.

• And then — the sound of a door opening.

Luke looked up, and there you were — stepping out of the bathroom, towel in hand, drying your hair with a sleepy smile.

“Oh, you’re awake already?” you said softly, as if nothing was wrong.

• For a moment, he just stared, eyes wide, as if seeing a ghost. Then, all at once, relief flooded through him.

He shot up so fast the chair behind him toppled over, and before you could react, his hands were on your shoulders, his voice breaking just a little:

“Next time... wake me up, okay?”

• You blinked at him, surprised, before smiling gently — that same smile that had always calmed him down since you were kids. And just like that, the tension melted away.

• The two of you made breakfast together — something simple and warm — chatting about the past with quiet laughter and shy glances.

Luke kept his secret to himself that morning, swallowing the words that burned at the back of his throat — that his time was running out.

For now, he decided to just live in the moment — and cherish the way you looked in his kitchen, bathed in the soft morning light.🧡

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Vyn Richter

• Composed as ever, Vyn woke to an empty space beside him.

His brow arched slightly — not out of panic, but quiet curiosity. The sheets beside him were smooth and cold, the faint scent of your perfume still lingering in the air.

He sighed softly, ran a hand through his hair, and continued with his morning routine as if nothing were amiss: a warm shower, brushing his teeth, moisturizing, choosing a crisp white shirt and vest. Everything, as always, in perfect order.

• It wasn’t until he began preparing breakfast that the first flicker of unease appeared. His movements remained precise and graceful, but his thoughts wandered. "Was what happened yesterday a mistake for her, Nah..."

He plated two servings of food — one for himself, one for you — and as he set the table, the silence of the house began to bother him.

Pulling out his phone, he decided to call you, only to hear your ringtone faintly echoing somewhere beyond the window.

• With a faint exhale, Vyn followed the sound out to the garden. There, beneath the gentle morning light, he spotted you — halfway up a tree, reaching for a fluffy white cat stuck between the branches.

For the first time that morning, a small chuckle escaped him. Of course. You hadn’t left. You were simply being... you.

• “My dear,” he called out, amusement softening his voice, “do you actually know how to get down from there?”

You turned your head, laughing breathlessly as you cradled the rescued cat in your arms and carefully climbed down.

Once you were safely on the ground, Vyn offered his hand — cool and steady — and helped guide you back inside.

• “I was beginning to think you’d left me to eat alone,” he teased lightly as he gestured toward the breakfast table. “Fortunately, I prepared a feast worthy of your return.”

• Throughout the meal, Vyn’s composure returned in full — though the glint in his eyes betrayed something softer. His hand occasionally brushed along your back, tracing idle patterns through the fabric of your shirt — a wordless reminder of last night’s closeness.

There was no need for grand speeches or reassurances; for Vyn, your presence there — laughing over coffee with a rescued kitten curled between you — was all the confirmation he needed.💚

• He’s also on high alert for any slip-ups from his debtors during this busy season — after all, there’s no such thing as too many free employees.

Bonus:

• Azul would invite Yuu to the Mostro Lounge to test out his new Halloween-themed menu. He’d take their feedback very seriously — even jotting down notes. If Yuu made a particularly clever suggestion, he might even name a drink after them… perhaps The Yuu-tini or Phantom Delight. 🐙🫖

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Jade Leech

• Where he comes from, Halloween wasn’t something people celebrated — it was only after arriving on land that Jade learned about it. Still, that didn’t stop a quiet spark of excitement from forming in him. Outwardly, he acts calm and composed, pretending it’s just another day, but those who know him well can tell he’s secretly looking forward to it.

• His greatest (and oddly endearing) wish is to dress up as a mushroom — together with his brother and the rest of Octavinelle. Unfortunately, the moment he suggested that idea, the entire dorm collectively said “no.”

• During Halloween, Jade spends most of his time working at the Mostro Lounge. With so many students visiting to enjoy Azul’s themed menu and unwind after decorating the school, he’s constantly busy, moving gracefully between tables with that ever-present polite smile.

Bonus:

• If he managed to find a rare free moment, Jade would gladly invite Yuu beyond the school grounds — to the forest, where he’d enthusiastically share facts about his favorite mushrooms. He’d even try to recruit them for his after-school club, his tone pleasant but his gaze... just a little too intent. 🍄

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Floyd Leech

• Floyd loves Halloween — the chaos, the costumes, the candy, everything. If he could, he’d make it a year-round event, just so he could keep dressing up and scaring people for fun.

• Still as unpredictable and mischievous as ever, his idea of “fun” doesn’t always align with everyone else’s. Ideally, he’d spend the entire night startling first-years and chasing them around the halls — but unfortunately, duty calls. He’s stuck working shifts at the Mostro Lounge, serving customers with a dramatically grumpy pout. “Ugh, this isn’t fun at all… Azul, let me goooo!” he’d whine in his drawling tone — and of course, Azul would refuse.

• As for decorating NRC? Floyd couldn’t care less. “Too much work, not enough screaming,” he’d shrug.

Bonus:

• If he somehow managed to slip away from work, Floyd would hunt down his little shrimpy (Yuu) and drag them to a quiet spot. Without warning, he’d wrap them up in one of his bone-crushing hugs, whining about how tired he is. “Ahhh, poor me… everything hurts. You’ll let me crash here, right?” he’d grin, already making himself at home. Grim, trembling with fear, would promptly grab his blanket and sleep outside for the night. 🦈

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Malleus Draconia

• Malleus only knows of Halloween from the stories his Father once told him and from the books he reads. He never actually celebrated it himself — not until arriving at NRC. There, for the first time, he witnessed the magic and liveliness of the holiday… and realized just how much he’d missed out on. Yet, despite the cheerful atmosphere, not much had changed — people still tended to avoid him, even when he wore a costume.

• Crowley likely didn’t assign him any official duties, mostly because Malleus never appeared at the meeting — and no one dared to mention that the Housewarden of Diasomnia wasn’t present. So, left out once again, he quietly decorated his own room and dorm by himself.

• Though he spent the evening with a few close companions, a faint sadness lingered in his heart. Sitting on the dorm’s rooftop beside the silent gargoyle statues, he gazed down at the lantern-lit campus — its soft glow reflecting in his eyes. Sometimes he wondered… what would life have been like if he had been born an ordinary human?

Bonus:

• Malleus would be delighted to spend Halloween with Yuu. He’d invite them for tea in his elegantly decorated room, where he could show off his violin skills under the gentle candlelight. Ever thoughtful, he’d also share the special ice cream he had created — a delicate flavor he secretly named in Yuu’s honor. 🍨🎻

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Lilia Vanrouge

• He’s old enough to remember the very first Halloween ever celebrated. To him, it’s a delightful holiday — a time to laugh, reminisce, and enjoy the company of friends.

• Ever the optimist, Lilia is far too cheerful to openly dwell on Malleus’s loneliness. Of course he’s aware of it — he’s always aware — but he also understands the fear and reverence people feel toward the mighty fae prince, and why they don't want to spend holidays with him. There isn’t much he can do to change that, so instead he simply speaks of Malleus in the brightest, most affectionate light possible.

• Every year, he loves to “dress up” as a vampire and dramatically sip tomato juice in the most terrifying way imaginable — nearly giving poor Sebek a heart attack each time. Outside of that, he usually spends Halloween with his bandmates, performing spooky tunes and laughing over old memories. It pains him that this time will soon come to an end and the history at NRC will also be another memory.

• He doesn’t help much with the heavy lifting, but as a responsible adult, he insists on “baking cakes for the Halloween party” — which sends everyone into a quiet panic for their lives.

Bonus:

• Lilia would spend a calm, cozy evening with Yuu, perhaps sitting under a tree while sharing eerie old stories. Of course, he’d claim to have read them somewhere — not that he had actually lived through them. 🦇🍷

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Sebek Zigvolt

• Loud as ever — and somehow even louder during Halloween — Sebek takes it upon himself to create the most magnificent celebration possible for his beloved liege. He doesn’t particularly enjoy the holiday itself, but he’ll do anything if it makes Lord Malleus happy. He assists with the decorations at Diasomnia, often going above and beyond to ensure every detail is perfect. It’s technically his first Halloween at NRC, but he approaches it with the intensity of a lifelong veteran.

• If he catches anyone slacking off or ignoring the Headmaster’s assigned duties, he’ll immediately start shouting and tattle without hesitation. Poor Ace thought he’d get away with a quiet afternoon — until the overzealous lizard came after him.

• Ever the devoted knight, Sebek rushes to Mostro Lounge to buy cold drinks and ice cream for Malleus, sprinting back to Diasomnia with terrifying determination. At this point, everyone’s so used to his obsession that no one even bats an eye anymore.

Bonus:

• Sebek would hardly have time to spend with Yuu — his priorities lie entirely with guarding his master. Still, if “that human” insists, he’ll begrudgingly invite them to Diasomnia for tea… and then spend the whole visit talking about himself and Malleus. ☕🐉

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Silver

• He means well, he truly does — but effort alone can’t fight his constant drowsiness. Silver tries his best to help with Halloween decorations around NRC, yet keeps falling asleep mid-task. Each time he wakes up, he feels guilty and apologizes to everyone for having to finish his work.

• At one point, Kalim found him fast asleep beneath a tree, holding a small pumpkin while forest animals nibbled away at his decorations. Amused, he gently covered him with a sweater and went on his way, leaving Silver to dream in peace.

• He doesn’t really have an opinion on Halloween — he doesn’t dislike it, but it’s not something he gets excited about either. He’ll happily accept a candy or two if offered, hoping the sugar might keep him awake. Most of all, he enjoys spending quiet moments with his horse, feeding it extra carrots and softly saying, “It’s a holiday — you deserve a treat too.”

Bonus:

• Silver would spend Halloween with Yuu somewhere peaceful on campus, chatting idly about simple joys until his eyelids grow heavy. Before long, he’d fall asleep beside them under a tree, surrounded by chirping birds and gentle autumn air — a serene little moment shared in silence. 🍂

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Bonus:

• I can totally see Leona wandering over to the Ramshackle dorm on Halloween — not to hang out with Yuu, but simply because it’s quiet there. Of course, that peace doesn’t last long: Grim would probably end up drawing a mustache on his face with a marker and then blame the whole thing on Yuu. 🦁

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Ruggie Bucchi

• Ruggie gets irritated the moment someone mentions Halloween. He can’t wrap his head around the idea of people just giving away candy for free and expecting nothing in return. Growing up in poverty, where everyone fought for every scrap of food, he learned early that nothing in life comes without effort — so the whole concept feels absurd to him.

• Now that he’s at NRC, he’s become a bit more greedy — stuffing himself with as much food from the buffet as he can, like he’s stocking up for a rainy day. The good stuff he secretly packs up and sends home to his family, along with some sweets and the little money he manages to earn on the side. Even though going back home means returning to hard work and meager living, he still looks forward to seeing his "family" and the familiar faces of his neighborhood.

• As Leona’s so-called “assistant,” Ruggie ends up doing most of the dirty work — or, more accurately, delegating it to someone else. If Leona dumps the task of decorating NRC on him, Ruggie’s quick to pass it off to the first-years. He’s not one to work for free, after all — and luckily, he’s got Jack around to help out.

Bonus:

• Since money’s always tight and Ruggie isn’t the type to go for anything fancy, he’d probably invite Yuu on a casual walk around campus. He’d chat away the whole time — sharing funny school stories, gossip, and little snippets from his life back home. Something simple, but real. 🐾

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Jack Howl

• Where Jack comes from, Halloween is celebrated in full swing — but he’s not exactly enthusiastic about it himself. His attitude is more like, “If it’s here, it’s here. If not, no big deal.”

• Because of his strong sense of responsibility and his constant drive to prove himself, Ruggie often dumps extra work on him — like handling decorations or taking care of serious tasks. Jack never complains, though. He just gets it done dutifully, like a good boy, which of course gives Ace plenty of material to tease him about.

• He’s not a fan of the sugary Halloween desserts served in the cafeteria, so he usually gives them away to whoever will take them — usually Grim. Jack prefers high-protein meals since he’s always training and needs real fuel for his running workouts, not empty calories.

• When he was younger, he used to go trick-or-treating with his siblings. Sometimes they’d run into Vil along the way, but Jack never had the courage to ask if they could join him.

Bonus:

• Being the good boy and model student that he is, Jack would insist on helping Yuu with their Halloween preparations — maybe a little too insistently. Grim would get annoyed at first, but eventually shrug it off, happy to let someone else do all the work for once. 🐺

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Vil Schoenheit

• As a child, Vil loved Halloween. He saw it as the perfect chance to outshine Neige in a friendly — well, deadly serious — competition to see who could collect the most candy. Of course, sweet little Neige never realized he was even in a competition… while Vil was plotting victory like it was a matter of life and death.

• Now that he’s grown and no longer indulges in sweets the way he used to, Halloween means something entirely different. For him, it’s both a fashion opportunity and one of the busiest times of the year. He’s flooded with invitations to appear in Halloween-themed commercials and fashion shows, but since he still has school responsibilities, he’ll only choose one — the best one — to maintain his image and meet fan expectations.

• As a housewarden, Vil takes his position very seriously. If Crowley ever assigned him to manage a Halloween event, he’d execute it flawlessly — and wouldn’t hesitate to openly scold Leona for his lack of responsibility.

Bonus:

• Vil would invite Yuu to accompany him to one of his Halloween photoshoots, asking them to keep him company between takes. Even if he teasingly calls them “pumpkin” now and then, he doesn’t mean it — it’s just his way of being playful.

He’d probably receive tons of beauty products from the brand he’s promoting, and without a second thought, he’d hand some to Yuu, saying he simply has too many. 💄

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Epel Felmier

• Epel loves Halloween and all the fun that comes with it. As a kid, he’d always dress up as the coolest characters he could think of to win the village costume contest. Sure, victory mattered to him — but what he loved most were the caramel apples his grandma made, and all the homemade apple treats from their orchard. Those were the real taste of Halloween for him.

• After coming to NRC, he finds himself missing that homey feeling more than anything — especially the food, and the freedom to just be himself instead of trying to live up to Vil’s impossible standards.

• He won’t deny that celebrating Halloween at NRC is exciting and new, but he’s not exactly the most active participant. He’ll probably try to hide somewhere with Ace to avoid extra chores, though of course Vil will find him anyway and make him cut paper decorations. (He’ll do it deliberately messy, just to be petty.)

Bonus:

• On Halloween, Epel would probably borrow Idia’s motorbike and take Yuu for a quick ride into town, where there’s a festive Halloween fair going on. If he buys snacks, they’d definitely be the kind shaped like poisoned apples — because, come on, he’s got a theme to stick to. 🍎🏍️

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Rook Hunt

• Rook has a rather neutral attitude toward Halloween. Ever since he was little, he’s been the quiet observer — always watching others from afar with that eerie, knowing smile. Though he was an energetic and lively child, his peculiar behavior often made others uneasy, so no one ever invited him to go trick-or-treating. Instead, he’d simply watch everyone else having fun in their costumes, analyzing them with that intense, almost detective-like gaze of his.

• Not much has changed since he entered NRC. He’s still the same — only now, he openly “observes” people out of fascination with their origins, mannerisms, and beauty. During Halloween, he’d go around complimenting everyone’s costumes in French, finding art in the simplest details — something that, unsurprisingly, no one else quite understands.

• There’s no doubt he’d cry the moment he saw Vil or Neige dressed up for Halloween — tears of pure admiration, of course. He supports everyone wholeheartedly, and would probably go as far as bribing a few companies just to get early access to their promotional Halloween photos.

Bonus:

• Rook would invite Yuu to have lunch in the school cafeteria — though his real motive would be to learn more about the mysterious “outsider” who arrived in their world. Without even asking, he’d order a meal he’s certain Yuu would enjoy. Grim, sensing something off about the whole situation, would butt in at the last second… and end up devouring the food himself. 🍽️

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Bonus:

• Idia wouldn’t be touchy or overly social with Yuu like the others — instead, he’d invite them to a multiplayer gaming session so they could “celebrate” Halloween together without leaving their dorms. 🎮

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Ortho Shroud

• Ortho absolutely loves Halloween and the whole cozy-spooky vibe that comes with it. Thanks to the intelligent system Idia built into him, he can instantly look up any Halloween-related fact or tradition he wants to know — and he does so enthusiastically, every single year.

• He often begs his brother to make him a mecha-style costume for Halloween, excitedly saying, “Make it the scariest one of all!” But no matter what Idia comes up with, Ortho always ends up looking adorable and harmless — more cute robot than terrifying mech.

• He has a few faint memories from before becoming a robot, but he isn’t sure whether they’re truly his or if he accidentally absorbed them from someone else through his built-in systems. Either way, he chooses to believe they’re real — because they’re memories of his brother, and that’s what matters most to him.

• At NRC, Ortho tries to help everyone he can — whether it’s with decorating, carrying supplies, or simply chatting nonstop about everything he’s learned.

Bonus:

• When spending time with Yuu, he’d probably drop by the Ramshackle dorm just to hang out peacefully… but would end up talking more with the three ghosts than with Yuu, which would drive Grim crazy.

"At least he’s not gonna steal my tuna cans, I guess," Grim would grumble. 👻

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Kalim Al-Asim

• I adore this guy — he’s so oblivious it’s actually endearing. He has no idea how effortlessly adorable he is.

• Kalim loves Halloween! He practically waits all year for it to come around again. His idea of the holiday is a little different, though, since back in his homeland, they didn’t really celebrate Halloween in the traditional way. Instead, his parents would give him and his siblings extravagant gifts that could probably buy someone their own island.

Honestly, knowing Kalim, he might already own a Halloween-themed island somewhere — he just forgot about it. 😭

• It wasn’t until he came to NRC that he experienced what a real Halloween celebration was like — filled with candy, laughter, and the warmth of friendship. He absolutely loves it.

• He’s obsessed with Halloween-themed food — his eyes literally light up when he sees cookies shaped like ghosts or pumpkins. He thinks they’re “too cute to eat,” yet somehow ends up devouring all of them anyway… or at least he would, if Jamil didn’t step in to stop him.

Bonus:

• Kalim would be the first to invite Yuu to his dorm for a grand Scarabia-style Halloween celebration. It would be loud, colorful, and overflowing with food — the kind of party that lasts all night. Grim would, of course, make a beeline for the buffet and try to eat everything in sight. 🎉

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Jamil Viper

• Jamil hates Halloween — and for many reasons.

Reason number one: Kalim.

Reason number two: also Kalim.

The entire holiday is just him running after Kalim, trying to stop him from doing something ridiculous or scolding him for eating too many sweets. It’s not the first time Al Asim’s overindulged and ended up with a stomachache — and, of course, Jamil is the one stuck making herbal tea and cleaning up the chaos.

• He knows what Halloween is, but he never celebrated it. Where he comes from, it simply isn’t a thing — and honestly, he considers it a childish holiday, something for people with too much free time. He has more important things to do.

• If he’s assigned a Halloween-related task — like decorating the dorm or organizing an event — he won’t complain out loud, but he won’t bother hiding his lack of enthusiasm either. Deep down, he’d much rather be practicing his dancing or playing basketball.

Bonus:

• Jamil would rather spend the evening doing nothing with Yuu — something peaceful and quiet — but since they’re visiting Scarabia, he has to put on his vice housewarden face and act like a gracious host, wearing that perfectly polite but clearly fake smile his family trained him to use.

• When it’s all over, Yuu surprises him with a handmade Halloween card. Jamil accepts it, a little stunned, and later places it somewhere in his room — right where he can see it every day. 🎃

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heartslabyul

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• When he arrived at NRC and experienced his first Halloween surrounded by close friends, his eyes were opened to everything he had missed. For the first time, he didn’t know whether to feel grateful for his upbringing—or resentful toward his mother for what she had taken from him.

Bonus:

• If Riddle were close friends with Yuu, he would invite them to a Halloween tea party in his dorm and serve pumpkin tart freshly baked by Trey.

• As for the school celebrations, Riddle would throw himself into them completely. After all, as one of the most distinguished dorm leaders, he must represent Heartslabyul with dignity—and follow through with whatever Crowley comes up with, no matter how ridiculous it may be. 🎃

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Trey Clover

• Trey genuinely enjoys Halloween. It reminds him of his childhood — which, by his own account, was a good and happy one.

• When the season rolls around, he always helps out with his family’s business at Patisserie Clover, knowing full well that it’s their busiest time of year, elbows-deep in dough and pastries. It brings him real joy to see people enjoy what comes out of their hands — and with every tart he sells, he reminds customers to brush their teeth afterward.

• Yes, that’s right — Trey says that to everyone. Even when kids come by for candy, he never refuses them a treat, but he’ll also hand them a small tube of toothpaste along with it. He does the same thing at NRC, claiming that, as a senior, he should look after the underclassmen — in every way possible. Cater teasingly calls him the tooth fairy.

Bonus:

• Trey would bake Yuu their favorite cake and bring it over to the Ramshackle dorm, insisting that he “just made too much and didn’t know what to do with it.”

• He’d stay until they’ve had at least one slice — just to make sure they’ve enjoyed it — and, of course, to remind them to brush their teeth afterward. I feel like he has some kind of tooth fetish, and I guess he should become a dentist. 🪥

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Cater Diamond

• Cater waits for Halloween all year long — not because he’s particularly passionate about the holiday itself, but because it’s the perfect opportunity to take as many pictures as possible for Magicam. His followers love festive aesthetics, and he knows that a themed photoshoot means more likes, more engagement, and maybe a few new followers to top it off.

• He’d honestly rather scroll through his phone all day, but if he’s assigned to help decorate NRC, craft props, or hang up Halloween décor — he’ll do it. Naturally, he documents every step of the process… you know, for memories (and, of course, his feed).

• His family actually used to celebrate Halloween. He still remembers how his sisters would force him to dress up with them — even making him wear a pretty princess costume once. He tries to forget it, but every year, without fail, they send him that picture as a “fun little reminder.”

Bonus:

• The only Halloween-related thing he’d plan with Yuu would be a cozy trip to a themed café or restaurant to try pumpkin lattes and take cute photos together. He’d spend the time smiling and chatting, but deep down, he’d often wonder if Yuu misses their home — and whether every seasonal event reminds them of what they left behind. 🎃

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Ace Trappola

• Ace likes Halloween well enough — he just doesn’t see the point of decorating the entire NRC for one single day. It feels like a waste of effort to him, though he still does his assigned tasks, all while wearing a dramatic grimace. It wasn’t until Riddle scolded him to “at least try smiling” that Ace started walking around with an exaggerated grin plastered on his face.

• His fondest Halloween memories are of going trick-or-treating with his older brother, both of them dressed in spooky costumes. When he was little, he used to get upset that his brother couldn’t come home for Halloween once he entered NRC. Only after Ace enrolled himself did he finally understand — you can’t just leave school whenever you want.

• He most likely got caught sneaking a few of Heartslabyul’s pumpkin tarts before the celebration and earned himself another one of Riddle’s infamous punishments. "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD, YOU DUMBASS"

Bonus:

• Ace prefers to spend a chill Halloween evening hanging out with Yuu in their dorm, casually pretending not to notice the ghosts trying to scare him. Grim grumbles the whole time, complaining that “that red-haired idiot keeps showing up like he’s Yuu’s best friend or something.” 👻

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Deuce Spade

• Deuce remembers Halloween with a smile. When he was a kid, his mom always made the day special — she’d plan fun little activities and take him trick-or-treating around the neighborhood. But after he fell in with the wrong crowd, he started treating Halloween as an excuse to pick on other kids and steal their candy, intimidating them just to look tough. Even now, he feels deeply ashamed of how he used to act, and he’s been working hard to become a better person ever since.

• He actually enjoys helping with the decorations — to him, that’s the best part of the whole holiday.

• He’s… not the biggest fan of pumpkin-flavored treats, though. If someone offers him one, he’ll take a polite bite and say something like, “Mmm, so good! Maybe don’t make it again,” while forcing the most awkward smile.

This is his first Halloween where he rehabilitated himself and made friends with normal people. He is so happy that he’ll definitely mention it in a letter to his mom.

Bonus:

• Deuce would probably help Yuu decorate the Ramshackle dorm, wanting to make as many warm memories as possible — just in case Yuu suddenly had to return home one day. He tries not to dwell on that thought, choosing instead to focus on the moment and enjoy every second of it. 🎃

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octavinelle and diasomnia

Bonus:

• If he married the farmer and they had kids, he’d definitely try to change his attitude toward holidays like this and take part in them more willingly.

• He’d dress up as a doctor and his two kids as apples. Unironically, he’d believe his costume is the scariest one of all. 🍎

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Shane 🍺🐔

• Shane, well… he wouldn’t be much of a Halloween enthusiast either. He’d call it stupid and pointless. Still, even though he doesn’t like it, he’d make an effort to take part — for Jas’s sake.

• There was that one time he dressed up in a ridiculous corn costume, and Marnie still won’t let him live it down.

• Honestly, he’d rather spend the evening at Gus’s, drinking beer, or staying home to take care of the animals on the farm.

Bonus:

• If he married the farmer and had kids, he’d also try to join in on the fun — just so his little ones could have plenty of good memories.

• He’d dress up as a blue chicken, and the kids as tiny chicks. And if anyone dared to laugh at him? They’d be dead meat. Yes, Sam, that means you. 🐣

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Elliott 🌊📖

• Elliott actually approves of Halloween. He probably sees it as a charming little holiday for children — but of course, not for everyone.

• As a poet, he’d find beauty in it; even a simple carved pumpkin with silly eyes would be, to him, a true work of art.

• Most of the townsfolk don’t really know him that well, so if it weren’t for Leah inviting him, he might not even realize there was a celebration going on. People probably assume he’s too “refined” or stuck-up for something like that.

• Every Halloween reminds him of The Phantom of the Opera. Naturally.

Bonus:

• If he were married to the farmer and had two kids, his attitude toward Halloween wouldn’t really change.

• This time, though, he’d be bolder — suggesting that he and the farmer dress up as Erik Destler and Christine Daaé. Completely forgetting, of course, that the holiday is meant for “the little ones”… and that their children also need costumes. 🎭

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Alex 🏈

• I’m not entirely sure about Alex, but I feel like he’s got a very different idea of what Halloween is supposed to be. He’s probably still stuck in that Zuzu City high school mindset — thinking Halloween means going to the most popular kid’s house party, drinking cheap alcohol, and dressing up as a bunny or a jock. (Yeah, total American teen movie vibes xD)

• What happens in Pelican Town doesn’t exactly live up to his expectations… but hey, it’s better than nothing.

• He’s actually kind of intrigued by all the decorations, though he’d never admit it — can’t let anyone think he’s a dork, after all.

Bonus:

• After getting married and having kids, he’d probably just “dress as himself” and put his kids in little grindball costumes — and call it a day.

• Haley would absolutely scold him for such pathetic costume choices and offer her deepest condolences to his partner for having to put up with a man like that. 💀

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Sam 🎸🎃

• SAM SAM!!!

• Okay, we need to stay focused. Anyway — Sam loves Halloween. Like, he literally waits all year for it just so he can wear the coolest costumes imaginable. They’re always a little cringe, but hey — he’s a free spirit.

• He often does matching costumes with Vincent, since Sebastian usually refuses, saying, “I’m way too sober for that.”

• Sam adores dressing up as Spider-Man and acting the part. He practically bounces around like a kid when he sees the decorations and candy the town puts out.

• He eats so many sweets he ends up complaining about a stomachache — and probably racks up another bill at Harvey’s clinic.

• Jodi’s absolutely done with her sons, but no matter how many times she scolds them, they never learn.

Bonus:

• If he married the farmer and had kids, he’d somehow be even more hyped for Halloween — just to make sure his little ones have the best time ever.

• He’d totally dress up with them as a giant Joja Cola can, while his partner would be so mortified they’d spend the entire night hiding in the maze.

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Sebastian 🥀

• His emo ass is pretty neutral about Halloween — not exactly excited, but he won’t deny it’s a cool way to spend time with his friends.

• He secretly loves looking at all the creepy decorations, remembering how fun it used to be, going door-to-door for candy as a kid.

• One year, Sam suggested he dress up as a cigarette because of his smoking habit... Let’s just say the blond didn’t walk away without a bruise that night.

• Sebastian lives for telling scary stories over a beer — whether it’s with friends or random townsfolk. Jodi, of course, thinks he’s a terrible influence on her children.

Bonus:

• If he married the farmer and had kids, he’d try to be a bit softer about the holiday — you know, so he doesn’t actually terrify his kids.

Evelyn raised an unimpressed eyebrow just as he kicked off the ground, jumped — and landed almost directly in front of her.

Sam stammered an apology, grabbing his board and glancing up. He froze for a moment, realizing it wasn’t old Mayor Lewis ready to lecture him about public order, but a stranger. Relief mixed with curiosity as he studied her face. Lewis despised “reckless types” like him — those who broke rules and refused to let go of their childhood dreams. And Sam, being the definition of chaos on wheels, was the mayor’s personal headache. Now, though, he was staring at Evelyn like she was some kind of goddess rather than a tired farmer who’d barely survived a day in the countryside.

“Uh— oh, um…” he fumbled, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish but genuine smile. “You must be the Evelyn, right? Everyone in town won’t shut up about you. Feels like we’ve got a celebrity here. Not that I blame them — we don’t get many new faces who actually stay. Usually, visitors drop by for a festival and vanish the next day.”

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, feeling as if his golden retriever energy was about to blind her.

“Seems like my reputation got here before I did,” she said dryly, her half-lidded gaze giving away mild amusement. “I’m just a woman trying to fix up her grandfather’s old farm.”

Sam grinned and he brought up the topic. “So you’re the one who scared my little brother with ghost stories?”

Ah, so that’s who he was. Great. Just what she needed — an older brother ready to chew her out for chasing kids off her own property. Evelyn sighed, preparing to defend herself, but Sam chuckled before she could speak.

“He kind of deserved it,” he admitted. “It was hilarious — he came home shaking, saying ghosts were gonna eat him. Mom had to calm him down.” He laughed softly, his bright green eyes locking with hers which looked more beautiful than any light blue sea — Yesterday, he’d been ready to dislike her. Now, he was acting like a total simp. “Vinnie’s still a kid, though,” he added. “Maybe go easy on him next time.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Evelyn replied, her voice warm but a little embarrassed. “It’s just… a lot to adjust to, you know?”

Before he could respond, another voice interrupted — deep, monotone, and effortlessly cool.

“Sam. How long am I supposed to wait for you? We said we’d meet by the tree, Abby is already waiting there.”

They both turned. Evelyn’s gaze landed on a tall man dressed entirely in black, cigarette balanced between his fingers, his boots scraping the cobblestone as he approached.

Her brain short-circuited. Oh no. He’s hot. (I hear Squidward's voice from SpongeBob...) She felt as if her eyes were blessed by the mere sight of him...

His dark hair framed a face that looked carved from melancholy itself, and when he spoke again, his tone was low and dry.

“You’re the new one, huh? Why’d you move to this place of all towns?”

His voice was gorgeous — velvet laced with exhaustion. And in her head, as if on cue, she heard Ayesha Erotica’s “Hey Emo Boy” start playing on full volume.

Evelyn cleared her throat into her sleeve and gave a bright, slightly awkward smile, ignoring his sarcastic tone.

“Yes, that’s me. Evelyn Hall — new, inexperienced farmer. Nice to meet you.”

She extended a hand, and Sebastian shook it casually, barely acknowledging Sam, who stood between them — watching the handshake with growing, irrational jealousy.

Their hands lingered a moment too long. Sam’s jaw tensed, when he looked at it like a wounded puppy. Then, with a forced laugh, he stepped forward and separated them, pushing Sebastian lightly back.

“Haha, yeah! Super nice meeting you, Evelyn. Anyway, we should, uh— get going. Time’s flying!” He glanced at his empty wrist as if checking a watch he didn’t own. “See you around sometime! Bye!”

And just like that, the two of them disappeared down the path toward the crumbling Community Center. Evelyn sighed, already knowing deep down that this was definitely not the last time their paths would cross.

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Sam lightly shoved Sebastian with a sour look on his face as they walked down the road toward their usual meeting spot.

He looked as if he was seconds away from starting a fight, yet something — their friendship, perhaps — held him back.

“What was that?” he asked with a grimace, tightening his grip on his skateboard, the one covered in stickers — some with band logos, one with Pitbull, and others just random nonsense.

The black-haired man exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at his friend, one brow raised, as if he genuinely didn’t understand what Sam’s problem was this time. They argued often, but this time it felt… different.

“What was what? That handshake? It was just a handshake, dude. You’re acting weird, Samson,” Sebastian muttered, flicking ash from his cigarette onto the ground. “Besides, I don’t get why you’re acting like this. You don’t even know her.”

“That’s true,” Sam admitted quickly, then placed a dramatic hand on his chest, playing the role of a hopeless romantic. “But when our eyes met for the first time, I felt something!

I looked at her and it was as if the night itself paused — just to make room for her. Her hair flowed like dark blue velvet, the kind where all the stars had gone missing. Her eyes… they weren’t just blue, not sky or ocean blue, but the blue of silence after a storm — that fleeting moment when the world forgets to breathe. Her skin was soft as dawn, and yet in the light, it looked like it remembered every ray of sunlight that had ever existed. And her smile — it wasn’t just a smile. It was a spell. Something between mockery and a promise. She looked like a goddess who had lost her way from the heavens… but didn’t seem in any hurry to return.”

Sam went on like that for quite a while — long enough for Sebastian and Abigail, who had caught up to them midway, to exchange looks of pure disbelief, as if someone had replaced their dumbass friend with a lovesick poet. Had he really lost his mind? It was… pathetic.

“Wow…” Sebastian muttered, searching for words as Abigail clapped slowly, mockingly. He glanced around, just to make sure no one else was hearing this nonsense.

“Did you, like, switch minds with that weirdo who lives by the beach? What’s his name again — Elliott?”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” Sam shot them a glare, then sighed deeply. “I don’t know what’s going on, okay? It’s just — I haven’t seen anyone like her around here in ages. She’s like… a breath of fresh air.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic,” Abby replied, rolling her eyes. “She’s just some city girl who probably freaks out at the sight of dirt. I bet she’ll be gone back to the city in a week.”

Abigail laughed, shaking her head before digging into her bag and pulling out a few cans of Joja Cola. With a playful smile, she nudged them toward the old tree, where the trio sat down.

They opened their drinks and started chatting about random, harmless things — small talk, music, gossip — while Sam only sighed dreamily, rolling the can between his hands like a lovesick puppy.

••••

Evelyn adjusted her straw hat, gazing proudly at her handiwork — several neat rows of strawberries, tomatoes, and rhubarb.

Pierre had recommended those crops, saying they were the most profitable and easy to handle for someone just starting out. He had also suggested beans, but Evelyn hated beans — the moment she saw the packet of seeds, she fled from it like the devil from holy water. When everything was watered and glistening under the afternoon sun, she glanced to the side — and saw little Vincent running toward her, beaming, something wrapped in foil clutched tightly in his little hands.

“Oh, hey there, little one.”

She smiled warmly, though the boy puffed his cheeks in protest as he came to a stop in front of her.

“I’m not little! I’m a big boy!” he declared, then rised the foil-wrapped tray. “Mom told me to give this to you! She said it’s to welcome you to town. She hopes you’ll be friends!”

Evelyn blinked, slightly taken aback. Wiping her hands on her brown pants, she accepted the gift and opened it — revealing a blueberry tart, her absolute favorite. Her eyes widened with delight, sparkling like she’d just found treasure. Homemade cake, what could be better?

“Thank you — that’s very sweet of you both,” she said, then gestured toward her cottage. “Come inside, I’ll share a slice with you. Don't be afraid, no imaginary ghost will eat you."

Vincent’s face lit up and he followed her, hopping along happily. Inside, he looked around with wide eyes — the small farmhouse already decorated with soft paintings and little ceramic figures that gave it a warm, homey charm. He sat on a wooden chair, legs swinging back and forth, while watching her with childlike curiosity.

The blue-haired woman set the tart down on the small counter beside her portable electric stove and carefully sliced it into generous pieces. Placing two on plates, she returned and handed one to the boy.

“Enjoy,” she said with a soft smile, sitting across from him. “So… since you’re here, I bet you know a few of the town’s secrets you’d like to share, huh?”

Vincent tapped his chin thoughtfully, then took a big bite, humming in satisfaction before speaking with his mouth half-full.

“Hmm… well, Mayor Lewis sneaks out to Miss Marnie’s house at night. I see him through my window sometimes when Mom thinks I’m asleep. And Clint’s in love with Miss Emily — he kinda spies on her, but I don’t think she likes him back. Oh! And my dad’s in the army, but he’s coming home soon! I can't wait to show him how much I've grown!"

He said it so innocently that Evelyn just sat there, eyes wide, listening to all this gossip tumble out of his mouth like confetti. He knew a lot for a kid… but then again, as people say, children always know what they shouldn’t. She took a small bite of her tart, chewing slowly, unsure how to respond to his casual mention of a father at war — but Vincent saved her from awkward silence by jumping into another story.

“Oh! And between us… I heard some ladies saying Abigail isn’t Pierre’s daughter, but the wizard’s!” he said confidently, licking crumbs off his fingers. “Oh, and Abigail totally has a crush on Sebastian. She always tries to be around him and impress him. She even joined my brother and Seb's band.”

Evelyn froze mid-bite, one brow arching sharply. That emo guy? The one she had already found herself thinking about more than she’d like to admit? She didn’t even know who Abigail was, but suddenly… she didn’t like her. Not one bit.

Vincent wiped his mouth on his sleeve, hopped off the chair, and straightened his clothes.

“Just don’t tell anyone you heard that from me, or we’ll be enemies, miss Hill” he warned solemnly, then dashed out of the house — probably because his mom was waiting with lunch.

Evelyn shook her head, chuckling softly. What a little rascal. The boy had a good head for secrets and stories — and honestly, she thought it best not to get on the bad side of the local kids’ network. They could be a valuable source of information. She cleared the plates, humming to herself, and turned on the TV to unwind with her usual post-work cooking show. But just as she began to relax, a knock sounded at the door.

Expecting Vincent again — maybe he’d forgotten something — she opened it, only to find Marnie standing there with a small beige dog by her side.

“I was on my way to visit you and found this little fellow wandering around,” Marnie cooed, giving the dog an affectionate pat. “Looks like he doesn’t have an owner… and I was thinking — maybe you could take him in? He’d be perfect for guarding the farm.”

“A… dog?” Evelyn hesitated, unsure if she had the time or energy for a pet. But as she looked into those sad, soulful eyes, something in her chest melted. She nodded, almost hypnotized. “Sure… why not.”

“Wonderful! He deserves a loving new home.”

The two women watched as the dog ran around the farmyard, barking at butterflies and wagging his tail with pure joy. Evelyn smiled softly, already thinking about names — something short, but unique. After a few minutes, inspiration struck. “Serra,” she whispered to herself. And just like that, Serra became part of her little farm family.

Inside was a sheet of paper written in neat, familiar handwriting — one she instantly recognized as her late grandfather’s. His funeral had taken place only a month ago. So how on earth was this letter just reaching her now?

> “Dear Evelyn,

I’m writing this letter because I know my time is running short. Each day I feel weaker, and it hurts to think I won’t see you again. I don’t know when this letter will reach you — communication here in the village is much slower than in the city.

Do you remember when you were little and came to visit me during the summers? I tried to teach you how to live off the land, but you always preferred fishing over planting seeds. Heh, it warms my heart to think about it now. You’re no longer that little girl, but a grown woman of twenty-three, capable of handling things on your own.

That’s why I want to ask one last favor of you… Come to Pelican Town and take care of my farm. I’m leaving it to you, because I know you’ll do fine. Your father is too busy with his own business, so I’m asking you, my dear granddaughter.

If you agree, call this number — it belongs to Mayor Lewis. He’ll welcome you into the community like family.

Farewell, my dearest grand daughter .”

She froze, her eyes fixed on the inked words as if she couldn’t decide whether it was a cruel joke or the truth. Her? Inheriting a farm she hadn’t seen in years — and running it? That sounded like an absolute disaster. She couldn’t tell soil types apart, nor did she know a single thing about farming tools. Her domain was computers, not crops.

Evelyn sat in silence for a long while before slamming her palm onto the desk — loud enough for the whole office to turn and stare. She stood up proudly, holding the letter high like a banner.

“I quit this damn job! I don’t need to waste my life away just to afford a tiny apartment in this city. I’m going to live how I want! And I wish the same for you — may you all find a way out before it slowly kills you.”

Without waiting for applause, she stuffed her belongings into the cardboard box under her desk and bolted out of that cursed building. A small pang of guilt tugged at her as she thought of the others, but deep down she knew — this was her story now.

And now, here she was, standing before a tiny, weathered cabin in the countryside, holding her suitcases while Mayor Lewis and Robin surveyed the old ruin. The redhead snorted softly, unable to hold back a laugh.

“Damn, it looks even worse than I imagined. This place needs some serious work,” she said, then turned to Evelyn with a grin. “But don’t worry — I can help rebuild it for a fair price. I make furniture and do custom work, so you know where to find me.”

“I hope you can manage,” Lewis added with a weary sigh, twirling his mustache as his gaze swept across the valley. “Your grandfather devoted his whole life to this place. ... When you get the chance, stop by the town and meet your new neighbors.”

When they finally left, Evelyn stood alone — completely unprepared, as if she’d skipped the tutorial and was now praying she’d figure it out as she went. She stepped into the small cabin and looked around the humble room: a bed, a wardrobe, a chair with a tiny table, and a dusty old TV beside the fireplace meant to keep the chill away during winter nights.

She set her bags down and sat on the hard mattress, her gaze wandering across the four walls that were now hers.

“I can do this… I have to,” she whispered, before collapsing back onto the bed with a heavy thud.

•••

The next morning, Evelyn woke at dawn, slipped into the most farmer-like clothes she owned, and stepped out of the cabin with her hands on her hips. The land around her looked as though it had been neglected for decades — overgrown grass, scattered stones, and fallen branches everywhere, making it impossible to start any proper farming work.

Just looking at it made her tired. She stretched her arms above her head and walked toward an old wooden chest that had once belonged to her grandfather. Inside, she found a few tools — a shovel, a rake, a watering can, a scythe, and an axe. She stuffed what she needed into a bag and, without hesitation, started clearing the area. Of course, every step of the way required help from the internet — she spent more time watching YouTube tutorials than actually using the tools.

When she finally cleared the space around the cabin, she stood back to admire her work, wiping the sweat from her forehead. That’s when she noticed the bushes nearby rustling. Someone was hiding there — whispering. She hadn’t noticed it before, too absorbed in her labor, but now that she realized she had a potential stalker, her patience ran thin. Grabbing the axe, she marched over to the bush in long, deliberate strides.

“Come out of there!” she shouted, frowning.

Silence. Then a tiny voice whispered, “Shh, maybe she’ll think we’re not here…”

“Don’t be stupid,” another voice — this one belonging to a girl — hissed back. Evelyn’s eyebrow twitched. Really? Did they think she was that dumb?

“I don’t have time for this. Either come out, or I’m reporting you to Mayor Lewis.”

At that, two small figures crawled out of the bushes — a boy and a girl, both around seven. The boy had messy reddish hair and a round, cheerful face, while the girl wore her dark hair in twin pigtails and looked absolutely unimpressed.

“Who are you two?” Evelyn asked, lowering her axe but crossing her arms sternly.

They hesitated, exchanging nervous glances, before the boy finally nodded and looked up at her.

“I’m Vincent, and this is Jas. We live in Pelican Town,” he said brightly. “We always used to play here — this farm was our secret explorer base! But… I guess it’s not abandoned anymore.”

Evelyn sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Great. Kids. Running around unsupervised while she was out here embarrassing herself, trying to figure out how a hoe even worked.

“That’s right,” she said with a tired smile. “I moved in yesterday. Trying to bring this place back to life. I’m Evelyn — the new farmer around here.”

The kids nodded politely, but Jas placed her hands on her hips and squinted up at the newcomer.

“There’s already an Evelyn in town. She gives us cookies and seems a lot nicer than you,” she huffed.

Evelyn’s smile froze for a second. Bold little brat. Without missing a beat, she ushered them away, threatening that if they didn’t leave immediately, the farm’s ghosts would come out and eat them alive. The kids screamed and bolted down the path. Smirking to herself, Evelyn went back to work, doing as much as her energy (and sanity) allowed.

Meanwhile, in Pelican Town, Vincent burst into his home and slammed the door behind him, eyes wide with fear. Sam, who was lounging on the couch next to their mother, Jodi, raised an eyebrow at his younger brother’s dramatic entrance. Ever since their father had gone off to war, Sam had taken it upon himself to look after the family — a role he didn’t always enjoy but felt responsible for.

“Hey, champ. You’re home early…” he started, but stopped when he saw Vincent’s terrified expression. “What happened?”

“We went to the old farm with Jas to play,” the boy blurted out, climbing onto the couch, “but there was this woman there — she said the place is haunted and that ghosts will eat us if we go back!”

Jodi stifled a laugh while Sam stared at him in disbelief.

“Well, I’m sure she was just joking,” Jodi said gently, pulling Vincent into her arms. “But I told you both not to play there anymore. A new person moved in yesterday. Mayor Lewis helped her settle in. He says she’s a quiet and beautiful young woman — and I have a feeling she’ll bring that old farm back to life.”

Sam shrugged, leaning back with a skeptical look.

“A young woman? Please. What kind of city girl would move out here to play farmer? She’s probably crazy. Or way older than she looks.”

“Sam!” Jodi gave him a sharp look. “That’s no way to talk about someone you haven’t even met. I didn’t raise you to be rude.”

She stood, straightening her clothes as she walked toward the door. “I’m heading to the chapel. Maybe I’ll run into Lewis or Caroline and hear more about her. Behave while I’m gone.”

With that, she left, the door closing softly behind her. Sam rolled his eyes, slumping back on the couch, annoyed that no matter how old he got, his mother still treated him like a kid.

This is the first part of my fic with Sam x OC, I hope you liked it :3