Frederick’s Elsewhere Palace

Going out with Shenhe, whether it's for a date or a simple grocery run, is like walking with a bulldog. The only difference is how they warn others to stay away from their human—dogs typically growl and bare their teeth, while Shenhe uses her menacing glare and icy frown. You may not even suspect it's happening at first, with how soft she gets the moment your attention's on her.

You did notice her habit of hovering behind you, but naively, you assumed it was nothing more than just that: a habit. In reality, it's another manifestation of her protectiveness towards you. Being a skilled fighter, she's hyperaware of how vulnerable your backside is to attacks, and subconsciously slots her body between you and any potential danger. The body heat's an added bonus. And her ability to cling to your sides whenever a stranger's been staring at you for too long.

Due to her scare tactics, you rarely have to deal with any trouble from others. If anything, many of their demeanors have become friendlier. As soon as you stroll over to the bakery, for example, they always seem to frantically offer you free samples...? The first time, you tried to reject the offer politely, but Shenhe encouraged you to accept them.

One day, someone got a little too close.

Your date was going rather smoothly prior, actually. Both of your meals came out on time and the seasonings were perfectly balanced. The only issue was your server, who had a strange demeanor towards you. When they brought out Shenhe's meal nothing was amiss, but when it was your turn, she had to watch as their fingers conveniently bumped into yours. She grit her teeth. Maybe it was just a coincidence. You did tell her before to stop worrying about little interactions like this.

But then it kept happening. By the end of the night, the server wouldn't even face Shenhe since their body was turned so drastically to your seat. The "accidental" hand bumps got bolder each time, and worst of all—you were uncomfortable. Unforgivable. Still, she understood why you were hesitant to express your emotions. The date was nearly over, and she assumed you'd rather wait it out to get the check than make a scene.

So she took matters into her own hands. Not when you were there, of course. Shenhe waited until the meal was already paid and you were positioned comfortably in a spot where she could see you, but not the other way around. After walking around the backside of the vicinity, she quickly ran into the worker from before, hunched over and slacking off. They didn't even notice her at first, too focused on whatever was in their hands. An easy target.

*

After nearly dozing off, you heard familiar footsteps behind you. Your eyes widened as you turned around to spot Shenhe, barely containing your joy. Still, you weren't exactly sure why she made you wait in the first place. You cleared your throat.

"There you are. I'm falling asleep over here. What were you doing anyway?"

She snaked her hands onto your shoulders, beginning to massage them the way you liked.

Yoimiya

You didn’t know many other people that were as attentive towards anniversaries as Yoimiya, especially when it came towards those other than your big one. From time to time, you couldn’t help but feel as if not a single week could pass by without the girl announcing it was some kind of anniversary for the two of you. Whether it was your first date, first kiss, first time you assembled a firework all by yourself or any other occasion she seemed to hold dear.

Speaking of fireworks – no anniversary was complete without one or two fireworks shot into the night sky. There had been a time you tried convincing her to cut it back with her very public shows of appreciation – a simple hug or kiss would have been enough to get that message across to you, and wouldn’t risk receiving noise complaints from the neighbours – but as the years passed by, you slowly realized that trying to separate the anniversaries and fireworks was futile in nature. Despite, you were 90% sure they were just a welcome excuse for Yoimiya to light some in the first place.

Not that you minded all too much anymore. There were worse ways to end your day than with your own firework-show.

Suddenly, you were awake. Having been in deep sleep just the prior moment, before a pair of hands had grabbed onto your shoulders and started pulling and pushing them excitedly, your eyelids gave enough way to allow you to get a glance at your ceiling. For a brief moment at least, before a familiar face popped into your view, smiling at you with the same enthusiasm your brain had long since linked to one single word.

“Do you know what day it is today?” Her voice filled your ears.

“Give me a moment… What’s the date?” You asked in a groggy voice, your brain still reeling from its sudden departure from Dreamland as it surely would have had a difficult time recollecting your name if pressed for it.

“Today’s the Anniversary of…”, you opened your mouth again just a short moment after having finished your last sentence, not even giving Yoimiya enough time to answer your question, only for your eyes to suddenly shoot wide open as you remembered how you’ve been shopping for this day just past week, a smile to rival her’s appearing on your face, your voices to ring out almost in unison.

“Our Wedding.”

With how loud that day’s fireworks had been it was a wonder the guards didn’t come knocking at your door the next morning.

Robin

Being the artist that she was, Robin had written dozens of Songs over the years. Some of them she felt a deeper connection to than others, and yet there was one that she would always hold dearest.

A song you couldn’t find in any playlist or sold at any store, nor was it a song anyone but her had ever heard in completion, not even you. And yet, sometimes, when she was having a stressful week and trying to calm herself or those around her down, you could hear her hum little snippets of it to herself. Once or twice, you were even lucky enough to hear her quietly sing parts of the lyrics, although her voice was meant for nobody’s ears but her own. And while it was certainly possible that you were just interpreting too much into it, you could have sworn you’ve heard your own name among those lyrics at least once.

So whether it was out of embarrassment that she kept it to herself or out of a desire to retain what little of her private life was still private, whenever you heard the familiar tune, the corners of your lips would inevitably creep upwards.

There was little that had a more calming effect on you then sitting by the fireplace and hearing the crackling of the fire. Aeons knew you needed it, considering how… eventful the past few days turned out to be. Closing your eyes, as you leaned back even further in your chair, you began hearing the woman by your side start humming to herself. 

Usually, you’d have little trouble pinpointing the exact tune she was quietly singing to herself, having listened to each of her songs so often you had learned them by heart. And yet this one took a bit longer for you to recognize. It had no name, but it was still beautiful. Maybe even more so than any of her others, even if you didn’t know all of it.

But then, you recognized the part she was at. Among the bits and pieces you had gotten to hear, this one was the one that always stuck with you the most, and so, you instinctively began humming along. And although the tones coming out of your throat were far from as beautiful as hers, before long, it was the only one filling the room.

Noticing Robin had stopped humming, your own slowly trailed off as well, as you looked at her with a look of confusion and mild amusement, a comment along the lines of “was my singing that breathtaking?” almost escaping your lips although you managed to contain it just barely. For the better, as the girl was staring at you with wide eyes, her surprise all too apparent.

“You know that one?” Her voice rang out once again, sounding almost a bit embarrassed before you answered her with a big nod, smile plastered across your face as you opened your mouth.

“Only bits and pieces. I heard you hum or sing it to yourself from time to time. Did you write it yourself?”

Her cheeks now suddenly a couple of shades redder, she gave you a small nod before turning to look back at the fireplace, feeling unusually shy about it before putting on a small smile and turning back to face you.

If not giving a fuck was a game, Blade would instantly lose. He’s the type to snap his full attention to whoever gets the idea of flirting with you, mouth pressed in a thin line and his eyes narrowed.

He already speaks in a cold tone most of the time— but now, there’s restrained anger lying in his voice. He doesn’t hesitate to tell them off until the person finally leaves you alone. He’s not one to publicly display his affection toward you, not the type to wrap an arm around you or declare you as his lover. What he does, however, is throw around disgruntled comments to shoo away those that wanted to pursue you. And even then, he’ll insist he definitely wasn’t jealous, all while he’s nearly fuming.

“I wasn’t jealous,” Blade shakes his head, leaning against the wall. He stood beside the vending machine oh-so-casually, as if he wasn’t a wanted criminal in the streets you loiter in. You take a sip from the can of soda and after a satisfied ‘ah’, you raise your eyebrows in skepticism. “Really?” Blade crosses his arms and replies, “Really.” “Really sure?” “Yes.” “Totally, a hundred percent sure?” At this point, Blade rolls his eyes and breathes out in exasperation. “Yes–” he suddenly grabs your can. “–And enough of that. You’ve had three of those the past two hours.” “You were keeping track?” You say as you try to snatch your drink from Blade’s hands, only for him to childishly extend his hand in another direction, away from your hand. “This can was bought for you by that thing a while ago, remember?” You stifle a laugh at the spite loaded in the word ‘thing.’ You tease, “So you were keeping track.” He doesn’t reply as you two move through the street and journey toward the designated alley that Silver Wolf uses as a teleporter. Blade keeps the soda away from you and you keep on reaching for it, moving from one side to another— then, you grab his arm, ready to seize the can, when he simply lowers his hand and gulps all the remaining contents in one go. He crushes the empty can in his hand and mindlessly tosses it to the side as you turn into the empty alley. You complain as you watch the crushed can clatter onto the street. “Wha– excuse me, that was mine!” He belches in response, then pauses to savor the taste, only for his expression to turn into one of displeasure. Right as you were about to complain even more, he grabs your wrist, catching you off-guard and making you stumble right into his body.  Another complaint was about to make itself out of your mouth when Blade cups your face and pulls you in for a kiss. You could still taste some of the soda left on his lips. He pulls away and licks his lips as he looks at you. Then, he comments, “That drink doesn’t even taste all that good.”

Kafka was not afraid to let people know you were unavailable. Sure, she does try to keep it on the down low— being romantically involved with a Stellaron Hunter was not, by any means, safe. People could use you as a bargaining chip, maybe even worse.

But ‘try’ is the keyword. Kafka is not one to shy away from threats or from being passive-aggressive when others try to push the limits of what seems to be friendly conversation. She’d sling an arm around you, call you all sorts of pet names, and even whisper some sweet things to your ear, making your heart race. And later, when she gets you all alone, you know that she’d also… remind you of who’s the only one who can easily get you bothered with a few words. After all, they’re nothing compared to her, right?

You’re pressed against the bed as she traces a finger down your chest. She smiles as you look at her with an expression that spelled shame. Then, finally, she gives you a kiss. She tilts her head to deepen it, and you groan as her hand makes its way to your throat, lightly gripping the column of your skin. When she pulls away, her lipstick is smudged. She looks beautiful nevertheless, you think. “You’re staring a little too hard, [name].” “Sorry…?” She nods, “Mhm, you should be sorry. You should be sorry you look so good that everyone wants a piece of you.” Embarrassment rushes to your stomach at quick speeds. You try to stammer out a reply, but Kafka only chuckles and says, “No matter. Because this pretty thing–” her thumb swipes across your bottom lip, cleaning the lipstick she had transferred onto you. “–is mine.” And she goes back in for another kiss, hands wandering as she does. She seemed to know all the right buttons to press, you think as her lips wander lower and lower. Kafka kisses a particularly sensitive spot, marking you as she goes. You jolt as you stammer out, “Ka– ah– Kafka…” You quickly grew conscious of the volume of your voice. You put a hand to your mouth, only for Kafka to grab ahold of your wrist.She smiles, and you know it spelled trouble for you. “Ah, ah. Let’s remind them who you belong to, hm?”

Jing Yuan wasn’t the type to be easily jealous— in fact, he’s very laid back. He thinks others are fools for trying to flirt with you, even. He found that it was nothing to worry about; he knew for sure that you love him and only him. There were times when you’d tell him about corny pick-up lines that others use on you, you two would poke fun at it and laugh about it together.

However, when push comes to shove and a really pushy person tries their hand at flirting with you with some implications behind it, he puts on airs of intimidation. He looks down at the stubborn person stupid enough to flirt with his lover right before his eyes. Then, when it’s just the two of you, he’s back to his usual self: mushy, loving, and sweet… except a little clingy.

“What’s gotten into you?” You tilt your head as Jing Yuan refuses to lift his head from your lap. The situation was strange to you. Here you were in Jing Yuan’s office, sitting down. …And your lover was on your lap, feigning being asleep, not moving a muscle— not even when his dear retainer suddenly barged in mere moments ago, talking and talking uninterrupted until the boy huffs, “General, I know you’re awake, don’t ignore me…!” When Jing Yuan still remains unbothered as he rests on your lap, Yangqing’s shoulders sag and he turns around, slamming the door behind him. You click your tongue— not at Yanqing, but at Jing Yuan. “Give it up. We both know you’re awake.” Jing Yuan remains unresponsive and all you could do is sigh. That is, until he takes your hand and places it on his chest, mumbling, “Let me stay here a little longer. Tired.” Tired...? After that afternoon nap you just took merely two hours ago? You thought. You narrow your eyes— then, realization struck you like lightning. “Were you… jealous a while ago?” Silence greets you, accompanied by him gripping your hand tighter. An amused smile only spreads across your face. You say, “I see.” He still refuses to answer or move. That is, until your fingers card through his bangs, pushing them back, and he opens his eyes. You take your hand away from his chest and move it up to touch his cheek as you lean down and give him a quick peck. When you pull away, a small smile is on his lips. You ask, “Better?” “Maybe a little more…” Jing Yuan says, beckoning you closer, his hand on the back of your neck.

Fu Xuan does not ever feel jealous.

That’s what she claims, anyway. She says that jealousy wasn’t what she felt when someone was getting a tad bit too friendly with you— it was just annoyance. Pure, unbridled annoyance. Maybe even irritation if we push it. She mutters something about having decorum, that to flirt in the presence of others was not polite, so and so.

But the way she glares at the person narrowly beats the glare she sends in Jing Yuan’s direction; to be someone that Fu Xuan glares at harder than she does at the Loufu General… well, it was a rare honor of some kind. She turns away from the person and mutters all sorts of comments under her breath as she works.

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hu tao -`✮´-

• the door creaked open, and you stepped inside, your shoulders heavy with the weight of the day

• you barely had the energy to kick off your shoes before collapsing onto the couch, burying your face in your hands

• hu tao, who had been scribbling a poem in her notebook at the table, looked up immediately. her usual mischievous grin fading as she took in your slumped posture and the weariness etched into your face

• without a word, she set down her pen and crossed the room, her movements uncharacteristically quiet

• at first, hu tao tried to lighten the mood with some of her signature tricks, but when you barely react, her smile faltered, realizing this isn't the time for her usual antics

"hey," she said softly, her voice a gentle contrast to her usual playful tone. she sat beside you, her hand reaching out to brush against yours. "rough day, huh?"

• you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. hu tao didn’t press. instead, she stood up and disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with a steaming cup of tea.

"drink," she said, her tone light but firm. "it’s my special blend—guaranteed to chase away the gloom. or at least make it a little less gloomy."

• you took a sip, the warmth spreading through you as hu tao draped a blanket over your shoulders. she sat close, her head resting lightly against your arm, her presence a quiet comfort

• eventually, you started to talk, the words spilling out in a rush as hu tao listened intently

"you know," she said, her voice steady, "you’re stronger than you think. you’ve got this whole ‘facing the world’ thing down better than most of the ghosts i deal with."

• her attempt at humor drew a small laugh from you, and hu tao’s eyes lit up at the sound.

"there we go," she said, her usual mischief creeping back into her tone. "that’s the smile i like to see. now, how about we order some takeout and watch something ridiculous? my treat!"

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fu xuan -`✮´-

• fu xuan is not one to sugarcoat-her words are often sharp, her demeanor cool and collected

• but even she can’t ignore the way you drag yourself home after a grueling day, your shoulders slumped and your expression weary

"you look like you’ve been battling the aeons themselves," she says, her tone as blunt as ever, but there’s a flicker of something softer in her eyes

• she strides over to you, and without asking, she takes your bag from your hands and sets it aside

"sit," she commands, pointing to a chair.

• you sit, too tired to argue, and fu xuan disappears into her room, carrying a small, neatly wrapped box when she returns

• without a word, she places the box in front of you with a gentle thump, and when you peek inside, your eyes widen in surprise-it's filled with your favorite chocolates

"how did you-?" you begin, looking up at her, startled that she remembers all of your preferences

• fu xuan huffs, crossing her arms tighter over her chest as she quickly looks away

"tsk...it's not that impressive. you're painfully predictable you know?"

• but the slight pink dusting her cheeks betrays her, and you catch the way she shifts uncomfortably under your gaze

"you know," she says after a moment, her tone still haughty but with a hint of something warmer, "even the most brilliant stars need to rest. you're no exception"

"d-don’t misunderstand," she adds quickly, her voice regaining its usual edge. "i’m only saying this because your inefficiency reflects poorly on me"

• despite her harsh words, she stays by your side while your favorite sweets begin to lift your spirits, the tension in your body slowly easing away

• as you thank her, fu xuan huffs again, turning her head away to hide the faint smile tugging at her lips

"j-just don't make a habit out of this," she grumbles, but the way she lingers, arms still crossed but posture more relaxed tells you everything her words don't

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Himeko

She’s no stranger to love

She knows this feeling brewing up inside when she sees or hears about you

It’s just…

She’s hesitant? For a lack of better words?

She wants to make sure that the two of you are at equal ground before she decides to spill it out…

In the way that the both of you are comfortable enough so that you can lay your head on her shoulder

Casually hanging out

Talking to each other about things

Secrets

Promises

All of that!

But that would construct a more… friendly dynamic between the two of you…

Can she just throw it at you? Hoping you’ll catch it?

Or maybe Welt and the others can steer you into the right direction…?

So that these simple actions can say more than one thing?

…you know what? Let’s just brew coffee.

The marriage can wait…

“To hug them… to smother them with kisses… that’s all I’ll ever need in life… coffee as well…”

March

The new Member of the Astral Express has been making her feel… weird

Why is she so shy around you?! She isn’t like this when she’s with anyone else!

Oh Aeons she’s shaking your hands!

She’s shaking your hand!

Why does it feel so weird!

And comfy…

You proceeded to meet the rest of the crew, leaving a flustered March 7th

Surely… surely Miss Himeko knows a thing or two about this, right?

Or maybe Dan Heng!

———

As expected, Himeko is still awake…

Seriously, how does she do it? Still able to work a full day and then there’s her!

Taking all of her willpower just to wake up after sleeping for an hour or two!

Well… there is the coffee she makes…

…

Do you even call that coffee by that point, though?

Focus, March! This could be your only chance!

Ahem

“M-miss Himeko?”

“Yes?”

She sets the book down, her head slightly tilted while she faces March

“I um… have a question…”

“Do tell… it’s a rare case for you to be awake at this time of the day…”

She gulps

“What’s this… feeling I get when I’m with [Name]?”

“Hmm… what do you mean?”

March takes a deep breath

“I… I got a weird feeling on my chest whenever I look at them and- and… when they shook my hand I… stood like a statue…”

Himeko slowly smiles

“It’s… love, dear.”

“Love? But don’t you and Mister Welt say that as well?”

March tilts her head

“See… that’s where we love you all as a family…! But there’s different kinds of love in life. Like the one you’re experiencing!”

“Well what is it?”

Himeko takes a moment to prepare herself

“It’s… when you love someone for who and what they are. Seeing the beauty despite their flaws. Giving them the affirmation that they deserve. Handing them the power to break your heart but hope that they don’t. That… is what I would say when you fall for someone.”

Himeko grabs the coaster and takes a sip of her coffee.

That is in a teacup.

…

“So… how should I do it then? To tell them that… I love them?”

She reaches out to March’s hair before ruffling it.

“Just get some beauty rest, March. We have a busy day tomorrow…”

March groans

“Oh fine… but you better give me advice okay? I… I don’t want to fail!”

“I can try… you hopeless romantic…”

March didn’t get to hear the last part as she heads to her room, plopping to the bed head first.

“You can do this March! You will get to know them! And love them!”

Caelus & Stelle

One knows what it is. And the other doesn’t and has a bulletin board with notes and pictures surprisingly in chronological order which leads up to the point where you made her feel that way!

Yes… Caelus knows what love is… he was unfortunately subjected to March’s horrors…

But hey! At least he isn’t scrambling out of his mind figuring it out!

Only thing he needs to do is-

Ah…

Confess

…

Now that’s not an easy task…

Wait… there’s also competition if they keep up!

His sister!

“Aha! I got it! It’s-

Bonk!

“Sorry Stelle…

She falls face first on the bed

“They’re mine.”

It was an inflatable bat don’t worry…

In another timeline…

Holding hands with you… makes her turn to a robot

When you’re bridal carrying her to bed… it turns her into a tomato

And when the both of you are alone…

She can hear her own heart beat

Ever since that day Stelle has poured blood sweat and tears into solving these feelings you bring out, even going as far as searching in every trash can amidst the cosmos!

And even visiting the Stellaron Hunters as well!

She’s certain Kafka has answers to this…

Though this search would abruptly come to a halt when her curiosity got the best of her.

Caelus’ notebook. Sprawled around his bed.

Thinking it’d be alright adding a couple of doodles she opens a random page.

Only to reveal the detailed descriptions of how he wants to be ruined by your hands.

The sounds coming out of his throat as yo-

Okay that’s enough.

Closing that thing.

Throwing it away.

She’s… she’s seen everything.

But…

Hmm…

How would it feel?

Dan Heng

There’s hesitation on his lips when you’re around

Struggling to find the words to spill out

Blanky staring at the new databank page

Stumped on what to write

Laying on the bed

Wide awake

No thoughts in his mind other than…

You

He doesn’t really recall when he started acting like this

Nor is he refusing to let it consume him

…It just feels weird

And perplexing

It gives him the need to solve this

To decipher these feelings

The reasons on why you bring out this side of him

…but maybe he should let is pass

See where it would go

And once the stars align…

Would he see it all so clear

“You’ve given me quite a thing to keep myself busy… I wonder if I’ll even get to finish it…”

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It took me half a week on Dan Heng’s part I hope it’s enough 😭

Also I’m sure anyone would at least understand/know why Welt isn’t here (he radiates old man energy i cant-)

And that I kind of derailed a lot on march but lmk if it was alright 🤧

It’s either stellaron hunters next or the xianzho

See you all and have a jolly Christmas 🎄

I WAS SUPPOSED TO SAVE FOR FIREFLY OKAY BUT I WANTED ACHERON TO HAVE MORE DAMAGE RAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH

Their voice barely went above a whisper, with 15's deep voice matching their tone. At least to make the environment to sleep in more comfortable, since she didn't really need it like a regular human did.

(AK-15) "If I may ask...why do you want me to hold you? It is quite dangerous for a human to remain this close to me."

She felt their chuckle throughout her body, seeing that S/O was only an inch or so away. Regardless, before answering her question, S/O nuzzled even closer.

(S/O) "As strange as it sounds...I feel safe whenever I'm with you, Fifteen. Your arms really strong so, it kinda feels like nothing can get to me but you."

15 remained silent at that, trying her best to conceptualize their reply in her head to the best of her understanding.

Slightly frustrating her that she couldn't, 15 instead sighs but obliges S/O anyway.

(AK-15) "If you insist, then I will not object."

Her eyes glanced down and saw them smiling, eyes full of love and staring straight at her.

(S/O) "Plus, your reactions are cute.~"

Though the attention didn't make her outwardly show any reaction, internally she didn't know how to respond.

Yet another thing that frustrated her. She sighed, more out of habit than anything despite the fact she physically didn't need to, asking another question.

(AK-15) "You say that you find my reactions cute yet...You know I have trouble conveying them properly like you do."

15 felt S/O snake their arms away from her waist and toward her face, gently brushing a strand of her hair out of her face.

(S/O) "With facial features? Sure, that doesn't really change. But I think what you're doing right now counts."

With that came a playful tap on her nose, causing 15 to blink as a reaction, the gesture confusing her even more.

(S/O) "You could say it's part of your charm, so to speak. I know you always have your actions speak for you, even if you struggle showing it with words or whatever."

S/O's eyes traced down to her lips before leaning in for a quick but passionate kiss, 15 shifting closer to close the distance.

When S/O leaned back, their head sunk into the pillow while still facing her.

(S/O) "In the end, I fell for you because of you who are. Everything, good, bad, I don't care. They're still you. If you want to change, I want you to because you want to. Not just because of me, or anyone else."

(AK-15) "...I see."

Her eyes averted meeting their loving gaze, instead pulling them into the hug they asked for in the beginning, this time stronger than before.

(AK-15) "Thank you for your patience, S/O..."

As her hands finally found a comfortable resting spot on their back while pushing their head under her chin, she spoke up again.

(AK-15) "RPK-16 once told me that I should try to smile, if at least to make some of the soldiers at ease."

S/O's eyes were closed, the edges of their consciousness starting to drift off as sleep beckoned them closer.

Despite that, S/O responded, summoning all their strength to listen to 15.

(S/O) "What did you respond with?"

(AK-15) "I rejected her idea as the other members of DEFY could do that for me, RPK included."

Her fists instinctively clenched, still being mindful of her lover and not wanting to accidentally crush their spine, instead wrinkling their shirt.

(AK-15) "But ever since I met you...I've been thinking about that exchange again. I cannot convey well wishes the way others do...And yet you still accept me for that."

She remained silent, unsure of how to properly say what she wanted to.

With a yawn, S/O chuckled and reassured her.

(S/O) "Heh, humans are weird like that, as I'm sure you've noticed. I'd argue that you're more like us than you realize too, Fifteen."

Their voice finally dropped low enough to the point 15 could recognize they were about to fall sleep.

(S/O) "...I'll help you smile from the heart, 15..."

(AK-15) "...I will hold you to that, S/O."

Hearing nothing in response but soft breathing, 15 decided to go into low-power mode herself, all the while holding S/O close to her.

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BONUS:

After stepping into the Commander's office, 15 gave a quick salute before speaking her piece.

(AK-15) "Commander. If I may trouble you, could I show you a smile I've been practicing?"

The Commander's eyes widened slightly, lowering his paperwork as they leaned into their chair.

(Commander) "Practicing? Heh, must be about S/O. Alright, go ahead and show me what you've learned."

15's smile caused his body to stiffen and vitals to quicken.

Though he wasn't flustered by a pretty woman giving him a smile.

He was absolutely terrified by the woman looking like she was about to sadistically tear him limb from limb.

(Commander) "It uh...C-Could use a little more practice. Has...anyone been telling you how to smile?"

15 immediately reverted back to her stoic self, making the situation that much more jarring.

(AK-15) "No, sir. It's something I've been practicing by myself and what recommendations on the internet has provided."

The Commander made a grunt in affirmation before reaching for his receiver, clicking a single button.

[G36's Voice] "Yes, Master? May I help you?"

(Commander) "Please call Springfield up to my office. AK-15 and I require her expertise."

(AK-15) "...The smile is not proficient for S/O, is it?"

Knowing the T-Doll in front of him appreciated honesty more than anything else, he was still hesitant as matters of the heart should be handled a bit more gently.

Angelia saw AN-94's eyes glance over to her for a brief moment. Though her expression didn't change, the T-Doll had been under her command long enough for Angelia to know that was hesitation.

And suddenly, what AN-94 said fully registered in her head.

(Angelia) "...What did you mean, not as severe? Compared to who...?!"

AN-94 stoically turned to her commanding officer, hesitating one last time before fully reporting.

(AN-94) "Thankfully, the squad is still functional, despite our damage. AK-12 has sustained the least damage, only superficial scratches, though her gear is now destroyed, leaving her with only a pistol."

The T-Doll sat Angelia up properly, with Angelia wincing in pain but keeping the grunts relatively quiet. AN-94 took the mask off her face for a moment with a click and hiss, one hand going over her knee as she knelt.

(AN-94) "Myself and RPK-16's vests are heavily damaged, but our weapons are intact. AK-15's right arm has been torn off, alongside her gear, but remains functional. Currently she is armed with a combat knife."

That just left one person. And Angelia's heartbeat slowly quickened when she asked about them.

(Angelia) "And S/O?"

(AN-94) "Condition critical, ma'am."

Critical?

Suddenly, all the pain that Angelia was feeling seemed to vanish in an instant, her voice raising in volume unintentionally at her subordinate.

(Angelia) "Take me to them, now."

AN-94 helped Angelia out of the wreckage they were inside, the hull of the helicopter somehow miraculously still intact, even if there were at least a dozen holes she could see through. Snow crunched under their boot and the winter breeze barely affected them as the flames around them roared out, leaving a smoke cloud trailing into the sky.

Laid up against a piece of metal now acting as improvised cover, Angelia found the rest of her squad standing and crouching near S/O.

And the sight of S/O made her freeze in her tracks, the white snow around them tinted red, and their face looking paler than she had ever seen.

A few more seconds of examining S/O told her why.

(AK-12) "S/O's arm was caught between shrapnel, one that would've lodged itself through my head had they not shoved me out the way."

AK-12 reported, a hint of shame in her voice as she did so, turning around to briefly salute Angelia, but not getting out of her kneel.

S/O's right arm was now missing, a red bandaged stub replacing it making Angelia teeth clench at the sight. Her heart felt like it had just gotten stabbed merely by looking at the state S/O was in.

(RPK-16) "AN-94 was treating you inside the helicopter, so we had to treat them out here. We've done what we can, but they need proper medical attention ASAP."

She could see that most of her squad's jacket laid directly underneath S/O, spread out so they could have a flat surface to keep them comfortable on, considering the circumstances.

RPK-16 kept a flame source nearby to keep S/O warm, but Angelia doubted that S/O was feeling the cold at this very moment.

(Angelia) "Why did you not treat them in an enclosed area?!-"

(AK-15) "Ma'am, our top priority is you. And..."

Uncharacteristically, AK-15's voice trailed off, hesitant as her other sisters to fully report what had happened. As she turned around from facing the trees, her hair briefly swayed and touched her own missing arm, though electric wires and metallic frames replaced where blood and bone should have been.

(AK-15) "Before S/O lost consciousness, they insisted that you were inside first before them."

Angelia clicked her tongue in irritation, knowing better than to shout at her squad for doing what was objectively correct.

However, DEFY's members meant more to her than anything else.

Even above her own life.

Angelia knelt into the snow, uncaring of the freezing cold seeping through her torn clothes. Her real hand brushed over their face, S/O unconsciously grimacing at the sensation, her emotions slowly bubbling up to the surface. Keeping them suppressed, Angelia cooly continued talking to her team.

(Angelia) "Were we able to radio for help?"

(AK-12) "We managed to contact Griffin's Commander. They apparently have an outpost not too far from here."

(Angelia) "Within walking distance?"

(AK-15) "No, ma'am. One of their Black Hawks are coming to retrieve us."

AN-94 gently picked S/O up into her arms, carrying them bridal style, but not before putting her combat mask back on, followed by the rest of DEFY.

Everyone prepped their gear, ready for a fight to break out any second as the AK-12 and RPK-16 put back on their coats, AK-15 still looking around and clenching her combat knife's hilt.

Angelia helped wrap AN-94's coat around her, eyes glancing over to S/O for a brief moment.

(Angelia) "Let's get out of here and to extraction. Sangvis are no doubt already approaching."

...

The extraction coordinates was now only a seven minutes away, putting Angelia's mind somewhat at ease. Her squad, despite the injuries, was as AN-94 said, still operating normally.

The same couldn't be said for S/O, looking worse with every second that passed. Before Angelia could have further time to lament about that, she saw their eyes slowly creep open.

(S/O) "N...Ninety-four?"

(AN-94) "Ma'am, S/O is awake!"

Angelia rushed over to S/O's side, concern briefly spilling out onto her expression as she saw S/O faintly smile at them, eyes half open.

(S/O) "Is...everyone-?"

Angelia's hand reached out for S/O's leg, brushing against it and motioning for everyone to keep walking and not waste anymore time.

(Angelia) "Alive, though we all look like shit. You worst of all."

S/O laughed at that, though immediately coughing afterwards causing them to try to look around, and quickly notice something off about themselves.

(S/O) "O-Oh...that's...not good."

Their eyes rapidly darting between their missing limb, and quickly noticing how injured the rest of DEFY was, including Angelia.

She had been walking with a limp, holding onto AN-94's rifle with her uniform all torn apart with blood and new scratches on her body.

Though, understandably, they kept looking at their arm.

(S/O) "Hah, I guess we match now at least..."

For once, Angelia's lets her expression go soft on a mission, her hand grabbing onto S/O's remaining one tightly, not crying, but damn well looking like she was about to.

(Angelia) "Hah...that's...not something I wanted you to be able to do..."

AK-12 and RPK-16 caught up to S/O increasing their pace, getting behind Angelia so they could at least see them smile, even if it was obvious it was forced. AN-94 joined in with a small chuckle of her own, that one sounding the fakest of all.

Despite that, it still put S/O somewhat at ease.

(AK-12) "Plus it's the wrong arm. Ange's got her left arm replaced, remember?"

(RPK-16) "Or did that crash mess with your eyes too?"

S/O laughed again, though this time their voice was getting even shakier as their body trembled, Angelia trying her best to remain calm for S/O's sake.

(Angelia) "H-Hey! Don't push yourself, you need to rest."

(S/O) "D-Do we even have the luxury?-"

(AK-15) "No. Picking up heat signatures behind us."

Angelia nodded at AN-94, moving to pick up S/O in her place as the rest of her squad got into position. Moving their arm over her shoulder, Angelia got to cover behind a thick tree, with AK-15 throwing her a radio before grabbing her knife again.

Angelia instinctively held S/O tight to her chest, her hand's grip threatening to crush the radio.

(Angelia) "Commander, where the hell is that evac?!"

[Commander's Voice] "Three minutes out! Should be near the field according to your current coordinates!"

Both Angelia and S/O turned their heads to the open snowy plains in front of them, littered with a tree every now and then. Meaning they'd get lit up the moment they tried walking out right now.

(AN-94) "Ma'am, S/O. Keep your heads down and prepare to run. We will cover your escape."

AN-94 switched guns with AK-12, grabbing her pistol while AK-12's eyes opened, her pink eyes scanning the environment around them as she readied her sister's rifle.

(AK-12) "Multiple Sangvis units inbound. Counting twenty-five, more than likely more."

RPK-16 flipped her bipod and steadied her machine gun on top of a fallen tree, her voice sounding more bored than concerned.

(RPK-16) "Looks like they're intent on stopping us from going home."

AK-15's eyes narrowed as she got into a fighting stance, ready to leap out as soon as she spotted her enemy.

(AN-94) "Contact."

Angelia held S/O close to her chest as she lowered her head, the sound of gunfire immediately drowning out every other noise in the area.

Flashes of light rapidly blinked across the forest, with branches and tree bark splintering from stray shots, splashes of snow and dirt shooting up into the air as DEFY engaged Sangvis T-Dolls.

AK-12 and AN-94 picked off their targets with precision shots, each bullet blowing apart armored helms into scrap metal and electronics as they hid behind cover, the trees giving them cover being thick enough to not get shot through as easily.

Though their enemy was using the cover to their advantage as well, being able to hide from RPK-16's suppressing fire. As one of the Sangvis T-Dolls appeared around in their flank, aiming its gun at Angelia, its head was quickly torn apart by a knife that cut through its electronic wires and promptly kicked into the floor by AK-15.

Angelia could see in the distance a small shape in the skies approaching their location, making her heart race faster. She helped S/O up, thankful to see them still awake but hating she had to put them so close to danger.

(S/O) "A-Ange-...!"

(Angelia) "Not a damn word, S/O! Keep your head down! Where's the enemy anti-air?!"

AK-12 ducked mere moments before a stray rocket flew over her head, soaring into the open fields and igniting the area and leaving a black scorch.

(AK-12) "Think we just found it! Ninety-Four!"

AN-94 nodded and peeked out of cover with her pistol, attempting to scan where the trail of smoke was before a hail of concentrated gunfire forced her back down.

(AN-94) "Not down yet!"

RPK-16 gunned down several of the T-Dolls with a hail of her own, but unable to find which T-Doll had fired the rocket.

(RPK-16) "Can't find them either. Fifteen?!"

Some of the Sangvis Dolls attempted to charge AK-15, quickly resulting in their death as she threw a knife through one of the cores in their chest, and then with one hand grabbing another Doll and using it as makeshift cover as bullets ripped through its armor.

(AK-15) "Negative!"

(Angelia) "Our ride is about to get shot down again if we let them go-"

(Cheery Girl's Voice) "FLASHBANG OUT! EVERYONE LOOK AWAY!"

Knowing immediately whose voice that was, Angelia dove with S/O to the ground, covering their ears and bracing for the explosion herself, eyes closed and teeth clenching.

Everyone in DEFY took cover seconds before the flashbang went off, disorienting the Sangvis T-Dolls.

As another rocket shot out towards the helicopter, a bullet quickly intercepted it, making it explode midair before more gunfire erupted from within the forest.

After a few more shots, the forest became deathly still, the only sound now being the embers catching onto the trees and snow shifting as the members of DEFY looked around for any more targets.

Angelia moved off S/O, checking to see if they were alright before helping them stand up again, her voice calling out into the trees.

(Angelia) "UMP9? Is that you?"

The twin-pig tailed brunette stuck her head around the trees, her yellow outfit sticking out sorely amongst the snowy background. And yet, no one had even seen her before they heard her.

That quickly changing as she waved her hands eagerly at Angelia.

(UMP9) "Ange! It's so good to see you all again!"

Looks like it's time for T-Doll Funfact number...9? I wanna say Nine, can someone double check that for me? : Angelia is the main backer of Squad 404, regularly deployed as Black Ops mercs for her, alongside Griffin.

(AK-12) "...Friendly contact signatures confirmed. Squad 404."

DEFY's members lowered their weapons as HK416 and UMP45 emerged from the trees the Sangvis Units were originally hiding behind. HK416 crossed her arms and stoically shrugged while UMP45's signature smirk was still across her lips as they approached.

(UMP45) "Looks like we came just in time.~"

Her voice soft and playful, though her gaze still sharp, looking around the environment herself to scan for anymore threats.

(RPK-16) "We thank you for the assist, it was looking a little dire there.

(HK416) "...Hey, is that...?"

Both 404 T-Dolls' eyes trailed over to S/O, noticing how badly injured they were before seeing the rest of the squad.

(UMP9) "W-We need to get you guys home, pronto! G11! GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE!"

In the distance, G11's head poked out of the snow, with her weapon next to pop out, only muttering something inaudible in response. Despite her usual sluggish pace, she did thankfully hasten herself upon seeing the state they were picking up Angelia and the others.

Triple checking they wouldn't get shot down again, Angelia and S/O made it onto the helicopter first, followed by DEFY, then lastly having 404 join them, their extraction taking off and flying back to a safer location.

UMP9 and HK416 were quick to apply real medical attention to S/O and Angelia, with UMP45 taking a seat next to AK-12 and G11.

(UMP45) "Heard you guys got dinged up pretty bad. Though, didn't expect it to be that bad."

She couldn't help but stare at S/O's missing arm, only having seen S/O with both a few months ago.

(S/O) "Agh! W-Would've been worse if not...for you guys...!"

(Angelia) "You really pulled our asses out of the fire. Thanks."

(HK416) "I-It's nothing, ma'am."

(UMP9) "Yeah! This one is on the house!"

(G11) "...So that means no dinner?"

S/O smiled at the comment, with Angelia pulling them near her, tightly at that once the 404 T-Dolls finished.

(Angelia) "That one is on me, G11. Same goes for you girls too-"

Angelia turned to her own squad, a dry smile forming.

(Angelia) "You made the best out of a bleak situation, and saved the two of us as well."

(AK-12) "Naturally.~"

(AN-94) "Of course, ma'am."

(RPK-16) "I think Fifteen here would have punched every one of them to death before we lost either of you-"

(AK-15) "Give it a rest, Sixteen..."

(S/O) "I think...we all could use that right now..."

...

A few hours later, S/O was taken into emergency care to get them fully stabilized while the rest of DEFY had repairs on them, Angelia wanting to be with her squad until then.

After seeing them off to a temporary dorm before getting a proper ride back home, she went to visit S/O.

The medical room they were in was far from advanced, resting on a rather traditional bed than anything that screamed "medical", but it was comfortable enough for them.

But her attention was immediately brought to the cast S/O was in, their arm bandage resting on their side. Or at least what was left.

Angelia grabbed a nearby chair and sat on the side where their arm remained, smiling sadly at them.

S/O returned one of their own, their hand silently lifting before Angelia took it out without hesitation, both their remaining hands holding each other tightly.

(Angelia) "Doing alright, S/O?"

(S/O) "Hah...warm bed, and a pretty woman next to me. Think I'm doing better than I imagined..."

Their eyes slowly traced over to their right arm, smile quickly fading.

(Angelia) "...Y'know, I lost my arm and leg doing something similar."

(S/O) "In a crash?"

(Angelia) "No just...being out in the field. Barely a time they deploy without me. Think by now losing a second piece of me would be enough to ward me off but...-"

Her eyes closed, sighing out loud. No use trying to sugarcoat it.

(Angelia) "...Basically, I'm saying that recovery is going to fucking suck."

(S/O) "Hah, I mean, I could've guessed..."

Angelia scooted closer to S/O, her grip growing tighter and voice going barely above a whisper.

(Angelia) "I should never have put you in harm's way like this..."

(S/O) "You can call me a dumbass if you want Ange, but...if it means saving you or the other girls, I'd lose my other arm in a heartbeat."

Angelia grimaced at that as her voice grew shaky, but she did not let S/O go.

(Angelia) "Okay, you're a dumbass."

(S/O) "Hm...Says the one wanting the rookie taken care of first instead of the commanding officer."

Angelia's eyes slightly widened in response before quickly regaining her cool.

(Angelia) "You heard that?"

(S/O) "Truthfully, I was drifting in and out when you asked what was going on, but I already knew what face you were making."

S/O grunted in pain as they tried to shift, going off balance as they instinctively tried to balance themselves using their right hand. Angelia caught them before they could fall, helping them sit upright.

(S/O) "I...I can't stand to see any of you all in pain."

Angelia scoffed before her eyes trailed down, blinking away tears that were threatening to form.

(Angelia) "And how do you think I feel?"

S/O tugged Angelia's hand to bring her closer, allowing them to rest their forehead against hers. The gesture made her blush slightly, but she closed her eyes and relaxed her shoulders, both of them leaning to each other.

Even though it was a small eternity before S/O pulled away and opened their eyes, it still felt too soon.

(S/O) "I promise, Ange. I'm not leaving you. Even if I have to end up looking as badass as you."

Finally, a genuine laugh came from Angelia as her metallic hand moved to cover her mouth, revealing a glimpse of the energetic young girl she used to be.

(Angelia) "Is that what you call me? I'm barely holding together as it is..."

(S/O) "Okay, how about beautiful? Charming?-"

(Angelia) "Psh, just shut up already..."

There was no venom to her words as S/O hugged her closer, the blush on her face getting brighter signaling to them how much their words affected Angelia.

Taking a deep breath, Angelia pressed a soft kiss against S/O's forehead before moving to stand.

(Angelia) "...Thank you. I should let you rest now."

(S/O) "T-Thanks...PT begins in a week for me, by the way."

(Angelia) "I'll be there. Don't worry. I'll also have the girls bring you some dinner-"

(S/O) "Aw, why can't you?"

Though they were teasing, Angelia could hear a bit of genuine disappointment in their voice.

(Angelia) "Don't be too greedy. I got a lot of paperwork to fill because of you but...I'll see if I got time."

Angelia teased back, shooting them a smile over her shoulder before opening the door, stopping before taking a step out.

(Angelia) "...I love you, S/O."

Clorinde's eyes go wide the moment she realizes the the subtle shade of red outline on their forehead.

S/O tilts their head confused at her expression, making Clorinde's heart skip a beat.

(S/O) "Clorinde? What's going on?"

(Clorinde) "...I seem to have left an imprint on you. Hold for a moment-"

Clorinde grabs a nearby cloth and gently wipes their forehead, a tinge of heat dusting across both their cheeks.

(Clorinde) "There."

(S/O) "Hah, don't want anyone to know that I belong to the champion duelist?"

Her eyes quickly avert from meeting theirs, betraying her embarrassment.

(Clorinde) "Not like that, S/O..."

Jean lets out the tiniest gasp once she realizes her lipstick is smushed clearly against S/O's lips.

It was supposed to be just a little peck!

(S/O) "Jeanie?"

Before Jean can say or do anything, the door swing opens with a Knight saluting.

(Knight) "Ma'am! I have the reports fro-"

He pauses for a moment as his gaze rests on S/O before promptly clearing his throat.

(Knight) "Apologies, I'll return later!"

As soon as he closed the door, S/O just raises an eyebrow in confusion.

(S/O) "Huh, I wonder what that was about."

When S/O turned to Jean again, her hands were in her face, completely bright red.

Making her sigh and level her own rifle, drawing the gaze of S/O, disappointment in their eyes.

(S/O) "How am I supposed to gift my beloved a trophy, a sign of my undying love?"

Bronya blushed, mostly out of second-hand embarrassment that they said that aloud.

Which would not have been as bad, were it not for the other Silvermane guards awkwardly staring at each other.

(Bronya) "...Was that supposed to be a joke?"

(S/O) "...Um...would you believe me if I said yes?"

Her unamused stare shot S/O down, turning her attention back to the target after a painful amount of quiet.

(Bronya) "I'm going to shoot it now."

(S/O) "Y-Yes, dear..."

As far as Seele was concerned, anyone employing that much amount of pretentiousness could shove it up their ass.

Whether they be a princess (her best friend), or some pompous ass (her lover).

Seele is there to contrast against S/O's prim and proper attitude.

At least when push came to shove, they were willing to throw down.

But as for getting their hands dirty?

(S/O) "Seele! You just kicked that man in their genitals!"

(Seele) "Psh, so? They were asking for it!"

(S/O) "Be that as it may, it's...unsporting!"

(Seele) "How in the hell have you been down here this long and not fought like this once?"

(S/O) "Hah! They'd be a fool to attack a Silvermane knight!"

Crossing her arms, she eyed S/O up and down and scoffed.

(Seele) "If anything, that might give people even more of a reason to jump you."

(S/O) "Then pray tell, Seele, what does that make you for having one as your significant other?"

(Seele) "Listen, can you just...not talk like that for a couple minutes at least?"

(S/O) "I talk how I am raised to, Seele. I certainly don't question your choice in phrasing!"

(Seele) "But you're judging how I fight-"

(S/O) "Oh for the love of-Next time just beat them with your weapon, not your tricks!"

(Seele) "So giving them a concussion is better, but hitting them in the nuts is out of bounds?"

M4A1's arm that revealed her metallic frame grabbed S/O's hand, finally making them pause.

She gently tugged S/O toward her, and despite their angry expression, the tears forming in the corner of their eyes betrayed any lingering anger that may have been present.

And with her one arm that had the synthetic skin remain, gently wiped away S/O's tear.

(M4A1) "...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

(S/O) "...If you don't mean to do that, then just come home in one piece so I don't have to do this."

Their voice dropped to nearly a whisper, but she had no trouble hearing them clearly.

S/O let M4A1's hand linger on their face for a moment while they took a deep breath again, though this time much calmer than before.

(S/O) "Now stand still, I have to make sure your leg is properly patched up."

(M4A1) "Thank you, S/O."

S/O averted their gaze to grab her leg, though she knew the real reason they refused to meet her eyes, bringing a small but sad smile to her lips.

(S/O) "Don't thank me. I've yet to finish...And you're not walking out of here without my help, understood?"

(M4A1) "Hah, got it."

S/O grumbled under their breath as M16 sheepishly let her jacket drop.

Only to reveal an entire forearm missing.

(M16A1) "...For the record, that wasn't my fault."

(S/O) "Couldn't have grabbed the missing part?"

(M16A1) "It was uh...a little beyond recovering at that point."

(S/O) "You are going to be the death of me, Sixteen."

(M16A1) "Heh, come on! I'm making sure you get Griffin's paychec-"

(S/O) "By what, making sure I put you back together like goddamn Humpty Dumpty everytime you come back?!"

M16 flinched by S/O raising their voice, and only noticed now how tightly S/O was gripping onto her remaining hand.

Which also was damaged.

(S/O) "I get taking damage during a mission, it's unvavoidable, but 90% of the time, it is!"

(M16A1) "...S-S/O, I didn't mean to-"

(S/O) "Don't apologize. Just...Don't make me work so hard."

S/O gaze lingered on her missing limb, to which she responded by grabbing their hand and resting it near her eyepatch.

(M16A1) "Come on, can't have your skills going rusty, can I?"

Her tone was cheeky, but her volume was soft, letting S/O's fingers brush against her cheek before going to grab repair tools.

(S/O) "At this rate, I'm going to need a drink..."

(M16A1) "Heh, wanna share? It's on me."

(S/O) "...Then I'm grabbing the most expensive Jack Daniels they have."

And to that, M16's cocky attitude deflated.

(M16A1) "...Shoulda kept my mouth shut."

STAR rolled her arms the moment she felt the connection back online.

(ST AR-15) "Thanks, feeling much better now."

(S/O) "These parts aren't cheap, STAR.-"

Before she could retort, S/O pulled her wrist towards them, examining it with a scanner before nodding in satisfaction.

(S/O) "And contrary to how you think, your life isn't something to throw away either."

STAR opened her mouth but instead of any reply, only a sigh came out.

(S/O) "If you won't think of yourself, then at least think of me. I have to be the one making sure you're all good to go before you tear yourself apart again."

(ST AR-15) "...R-Right."

S/O shook their head as their hand shifted down into hers, holding it firmly.

(ST AR-15) "I don't plan on going anywhere, S/O."

(S/O) "Hm. Tell me that when you're not coming home to me in twenty pieces."

ST AR-15 wryly grinned at S/O, playfully kicking at them with a missing foot on her right leg, exposing both synthetic skin and the electrical bits inside.

(ST AR-15) "Twenty-one, actually."

S/O turned around to grab other tools, but STAR could tell they smiled at her joke.

(M4 SOPMOD II) "BOOOOOREEEED!"

SOPMOD aggressively wiggled her metallic stumps where her arms previously where, whining as she bobbed back and forth on the table.

S/O focused their attention on finishing the last of the repairs on her arms, with them sighing loudly.

(S/O) "SOPMOD, I told you before, I'm nearly done."

(M4 SOPMOD II) "You said that forever ago!-"

(S/O) "Three minutes-"

(M4 SOPMOD II) "FOREVER!"

S/O did their best to ignore her pouting as they finally completed the necessary adjustments, moving to reattach her arms.

(S/O) "You wouldn't have to wait like this if you just listened to RO, y'know."

(M4 SOPMOD II) "Bah! I wouldn't have been able to kick their asses if I hadn't!"

(S/O) "Plus, you're making me work harder than I have to."

She raised an eyebrow at S/O's words, a grin quickly growing.

(M4 SOPMOD II) "Don't act like that you wouldn't be worried if you weren't the one doing my repairs!"

(S/O) "Please, I already have so much work piled up, I-"

SOPMOD yelped the moment a hiss came from her right arm reattaching, making S/O's heart drop as their eyes widened.

(S/O) "S-SOPMOD! Are you alright?!-"

And their worry was replaced with annoyance as SOPMOD's pained expression transformed into a cheeky smile, tapping S/O playfully on the nose with her claw-like finger.

(M4 SOPMOD II) "Gotcha!"

(RO635) sigh "You have my thanks and apologies, S/O."

S/O shook their head as they softly brushed RO's hair to her back, getting a closer look at the damage on her shoulders.

(S/O) "Hm. I know you avoid damage whenever you can. Just stay still."

Though their tone was cold, it didn't bother RO in the slightest.

She knew how they really felt.

(RO635) "Truthfully, I'm fine S/O. You don't need to worry too much-"

(S/O) "About the bullet that almost tore through your connections on this arm? On the contrary you're giving more reasons to worry."

(RO635) "A-Ah..."

RO's hands rested on her lap, with S/O's head near her neck.

Feeling her core thrum faster as she quickly examined her surroundings to make sure no one was looking, RO stole a quick peck, kissing the top of their head making S/O freeze.

(RO635) "...Sorry, bad time?"

(S/O) "Just...warn me next time before you snap me out of my focus."

12 hummed idly while S/O examined her hand, which was currently beside her, separated from her arm.

(S/O) "How in the world did this happen?"

(AK-12) "Well, you can't just sit on your thumbs all day without doing repair work! Just making sure you're not out of a job."

S/O rolled their eyes at her smug tone, but said nothing as they went about repairing it.

(S/O) "I do repairs everyday while I'm back here, thank you very much."

(AK-12) "Then you won't mind doing one more for your beloved, would you?~"

(S/O) "Isn't it your job to make sure you don't get that hurt?"

(AK-12) "My job is to fulfill whatever Angie tells us. Same for you, as far as I recall."

12's eyes opened slightly as her smile grew.

(AK-12) "And...I'm fairly sure you're not supposed to be treating me like a princess either. But no complaints from me.~"

S/O's cheeks darkened the moment they realized their position: kneeling in front of 12 while putting her hand back gently, which the hand promptly patted S/O's head.

Making their eye twitch as 12 laughed.

If 94 could bow in apology, she would.

However, she was currently laying on the table as multiple mechanical arms set about repairing the damages on her, with S/O standing next to her.

Several bullet wounds were inflicted on her, thankfully mostly superficial, but heavy duty equipment was required.

(S/O) "Good god, how did this even happen?"

(AN-94) "It was my negligence, my apologies S/O. I will have to be more alert."

S/O's hand reached to her lower back, moving her to sit upright as the arms whirred away to give them space.

(S/O) "You better. I don't want to have to do this everytime."

(AN-94) "The last thing I want to do is burden you."

(S/O) "Hey. I didn't say that-"

(AN-94) "But-"

S/O put a finger to her lips, making her blink as her eyes trailed to her lover, who was in the process of covering their mouth.

And failing to hide a blush.

(S/O) "I just...don't want to see you hurt, Ninety-Four."

(AN-94) "S/O"

(S/O) "I said please extend your arms. I have to do final inspection and see if I need any touch-ups."

(AN-94) "...Understood."

94 heard them clearly, but still didn't understand why S/O always seemed flustered saying these kinds of things.

15 stoically turned to S/O as they finished their repairs, allowing her to stand up properly, with S/O gently guiding her up.

She gave a single nod, slow and grateful.

(AK-15) "Thank you, S/O. Your repairs are efficient as always."

(S/O) "Can't have our strongest given to some shoddy engineer, after all."

She hummed in agreement, before taking a moment to bow.

(AK-15) "I apologize for having made the mistake of getting hurt to begin with."

Truthfully, 15 always took the worst of the damage, but that was because she was essentially a walking tank.

Hell, S/O was fairly positive 15 could actually beat the tank to death with her bare hands.

(S/O) "D-Damage is unavoidable. Don't apologize for it. As long as you always come back to me, it's fine."

A moment passed before S/O's eyes widened, in disbelief in what 15 got them to say out loud.

(AK-15) "Is something the matter? Your heartrate has spiked-"

(S/O) "N-Nothing! It's nothing!"

16 raised an eyebrow seeing how kindly S/O attended to her.

Not a moment ago they were chastising her for even taking damage, making S/O work so hard.

(RPK-16) "My, what happened to that foul attitude from earlier, S/O?"

(S/O) "What are you talking about?"

She giggled, tilting her head past the equipment to see S/O tending to her leg.

(RPK-16) "Do you perhaps find peace working on me after all? You don't seem nearly as upset now that I'm here-"

(S/O) "Psh, don't get it mixed up. I'm happy to get you fixed and out of the repair bay."

(RPK-16) "Aw, you do care!"

(S/O) "About my work-"

(RPK-16) "And, you're working on me."

S/O mumbled something, making RPK-16 laugh.

Humans were so prideful sometimes...

Peruere never has a moments rest; not as Arlecchino and not as “Father”. She has to balance a life that leads to no happy endings for herself. All for the sake of her children. And although it is a tough burden to bear, it was a necessary sacrifice for everyone’s sake.

At least, thats what she thought. Until she met you, a young man who just wanted to lend a helping hand to those in need. Life dealt you the wrong cards that led to a more difficult path; not much money, not much strength, but a lot of courage.

Lyney said you wanted to help out at the orphanage for a little, just to see the kids smiling faces. Peruere was cautious at first, and even though she allowed you entry, she kept their more “dangerous” activities in the dark. Freminet was tasked with keeping an eye on you, as a safety precaution.

Slowly, however, you began to weave your way into her heart. She had more time to sit back and think, the children were happy, and…she was happy. For once, in a long time, she actually smiled. Not having to bear the burdens of responsibility alone was relaxing. A feeling she hoped to never forget.

A soft humming voice lead Peruere towards the room of sleeping children. It enchanted her, like a lyre played to lure in unsuspecting travelers. Only she knew whom the voice belonged to; (Y/N).

His voice held a honey sweet melody, and a comforting embrace. Like her voice. Peruere rubbed at her eyes, “It’s too late to be thinking like this,” she whispered. A yawn escaped from her mouth, despite her best efforts to remain silent.

The lullaby came to an abrupt stop. He turned around to look outside the ajar door, only to find nothing. He smiled softly, a slight chuckle escaping himself.

Peruere hid away on the side of the house, having rushed out of view. Her heart was pounding, a small, barely noticeable blush tinted her skin. The humming had resumed, slightly louder this time. “He knows,” she thought. Sighing in defeat, she slumped down to the ground and relaxed on the wall of the house. Her eyes became heavy, and before she knew it, Peruere was fast asleep.

She woke up with a blanket and pillow that day.

Another day of endless work. Piles of notices, requests, complaints, and everything else tiresome swarmed up what used to be a clean office space. She took one day off…one day…and it came to this. Jean could feel another headache incoming.

A knock on the door gave her a rush of relief. A conversation, even if it were more work, was a small break from the inevitable. Her hero, you, walked in. A fellow knight that worked closely alongside Jean for a long while now. You’re also a long time crush of hers.

The smiled that graced your face fell immediately. “He knows.” Jean knew the gig was up immediately, and leaned over her desk, giving up without even trying to deny it; she was exhausted!

Dark circles under her eyes, a grumbling stomach that wants brunch, aching bones, stiff shoulders, and sore wrists. You got to work, grabbing and taking her home, where she can sleep in bed. You even left a plate of pizza from Cat’s Tail for her to eat when she wakes. With Jean taken cared of, it was time to get to work.

After a nice long nap, and a full stomach of pizza, Jean was ready to head back. However, upon opening the door to her office, she saw a clean stack of papers, filled out completely. Her office was shining so brightly it looked brand new. And a sweet aroma from the potted dandelions filled the air.

But none of these were as shocking as what she’d seen in front of her; (Y/N) was passed out in her desk chair. Slumped over and snoring softly. She giggled before sighing, “If I was more diligent…you wouldn’t be putting in so much effort.” She walked towards him, brushing his hair gently.

She looked at him with a smile, blushing as she continued to pat him. She didn’t notice the knocking on the door for but a moment. “Ah! Yes come in.” It was Kaeya giving a brief report on his recent trip to a fatui base. As soon as he was there, he was gone.

And once again, Jean hadn’t noticed a change in her surroundings; she hadn’t noticed that the snoring stopped, or that the chair creaked slightly. That is why it was a shock when she was suddenly engulfed in a warm and tight embrace.

She looked up at him, (Y/N), a blushing and shocked face gazing back at him. He only smiled in return, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“If you weren’t so selfless, I wouldn’t have to.”