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Even the Champion of Sinnoh needs someone to look after her, especially when her desire for knowledge keeps her locked up in her room for hours on end.
The flipping of paper, only momentarily interrupted by the occasional scratch of pen against paper, fills the otherwise silent air in the awfully cluttered room of, who very well may be, Sinnoh’s greatest champion. You peer through the cracked open doorway, leaning against the opening to watch the fervent actions of Cynthia, your dearest girlfriend, hunched over on the ground, surrounded by a horde of texts haphazardly thrown around the already messy room.
You have no idea how long she’s maintained this position. She’s been like this since you arrived at her home in the early morning, meaning her spine has suffered for at least a dozen or so hours. She’s barely said anything, either, having given a brief “hello” upon hearing you walk through the front door and the occasional hum in response to your own words and actions, letting you know you were heard and seen.
Rolling your eyes, you delicately traverse the minefield of her study. The floor was cluttered with books, both open and closed, and loose papers. While they appeared to have been thrown around carelessly, Cynthia knows where all her important items are in the greater mess. They drive you crazy, especially given the amount of empty space on the bookshelves where they could easily be slotted into, but you leave them be.
Standing directly over her, you get a glimpse of what she’s looking at. An Extensive View of Sinnoh’s History, Hisui: An Overview, and The Remnants of Spear Pillar are all closed and stacked off to the blonde’s side. You can only assume that open faced books are of a similar nature, depicting ruins and murals and eldritch abominations.
In the middle of the controlled mayhem are Cynthia’s own notes, scattered pages filled with messy writing, crude drawings, and citations. You’re unsure of what the point of this research is for, assuming she wasn’t doing this for her own satisfaction.
Squatting down, you gently wrap your arms around her shoulders, cradling your face against her back. “Having fun?” She hums in response. While she doesn’t turn to look at you, her posture shifts ever so slightly as she begins to write quicker than before for a few moments before putting her pen down, allowing her poor aching wrist to rest.
Finished jotting down her current history-related thoughts, she finally turns to you. Her visible eye shines through its tiredness (when was the last time she slept?), a soft smile gracing her features. “Of course I am. I’m surrounded by my greatest loves.” She leans back into your embrace.
The shaking of your head, amazed that you have to compete with history for the heart of your girlfriend, makes her laugh. “My day is always brightened upon seeing you, my love.” She remains there, happy to take a minor break.
With her full attention, your arms tighten snuggly around her fully. Her hands find your own. They are calloused, but just as warm as the rest of her. She stills, exhaling happily. Cynthia will continuously claim that she loves history as much as she loves you, but only you bring about much needed relief and relaxation. Your warmth and presence puts her at ease, letting her eyelids and shoulders drop.
You are eventually forced to pull away, knowing that she would stay in this position as long as you remained glued to her back. You unwind your arms from her warm, and probably sore, body to stand up and return to the terrifying dragon a few rooms over awaiting your return for more affection, but before you can, Cynthia taps her cheek gently, clearly desiring some affection of her own before allowing you to walk away.
You roll your eyes again, but you lean down to press a kiss to her cheek nonetheless. She’s clearly pleased with herself when you pull back slightly, beckoning you down for another kiss. Her lips are soft and taste of the mint tea you had brought her hours ago.
The gleam in her eye prevents you from moving away fully, eye contact tethering you to both the floor and her, only broken when she glances away to the empty teacup laying close by.
“Bring me more?” The adorable expression on her face prevents you from rolling your eyes for the third time in quick succession, but doesn’t stop you from scoffing. You take the cup nonetheless.
“You want a slice of cake to go along with that?” “Please.” She’s always so endearing with you if it means she can get sweets out of it. You’d hold it against her if you didn’t love her so much. After all, complaining meant less time to be curled around her Garchomp, who was intent on soaking up all of the affection that Cynthia was missing out on.
“I’ll join you soon, I promise.” She throws out before turning back to the mess of paper in front of her. Her tone is sincere, but she’s said the same phrase more times than you can count during your relationship. Not that you mind, you were in no rush, and neither was she.
Besides, the sooner she finishes with her work, the sooner you can weave your way into her office space and clean up the clutter she’s grown so attached to. A good few hours will doubtlessly pass before she’s done, but you can already hear her half-hearted complaining as you pick up the books you oh-so-carefully tip-toed around earlier.
And the sooner her archeological and historical texts are slotted away in their shelves and notes into their binders, the sooner you can entangle yourself into each other’s arms, willing away the remaining hours of daylight to snuggle through the cold Sinnoh night.
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every single thing robert pattinson ever does is intentionally genetically engineered to make stephenie meyer’s mormon blood boil hot enough for her to feel the constant neverending pain he experienced having to make and promote her movies for all those years. this is more than lgbt allyship. this is revenge.
[Video ID: A video of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart at an award having just won “Best kiss” for “The Twilight Saga: Eclipse”. Robert places the trophy on the table before him and says:
“I feel bad, I feel bad cause I don’t feel like kissing you, you don’t wanna kiss me do you?”
Kristen fidgets and answers:
“Ehhh well it’s been a long time and I, I think maybe we should finally go for it”
The crowd whoops, but Robert shakes head and probably answers: “I don’t give a damn”
Kristen says: “Really?”
Robert answers:
“I think there’s just someone in the audience who would appreciate it a little more and I just wanna do it but I, I think I know you…]
He’s cut of by Kristen gripping his arm and going “Go get him, go get him”.
He runs into the crowd and she stands alone on the stage smiling. The camera pans to Robert running through the rows of spectators and over to Taylor Lautner whom he kisses enthusiastically on the mouth, then on the forehead and lastly on the hand. End ID]
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The air around you was pleasantly warm as the sun shone brightly. You leaned against Malenia's body, your head laid over her heart. It's gentle rhythmic beating relaxing you as her remaining left hand tenderly combed through your hair. Her long fingers running through your locks, occasionally gently massaging your scalp.
Days like these made you forget all your worries and fears. Days like these you laid in the arms of your lover, happier than you could describe. She too was happy, the horrid rot far from your thoughts. Everything was so perfect...
The Haligtree stood beautiful and healthy, ever growing as Miquella himself nursed it, you helping in anyway you could. It was a statement of his power and of his stature, many would hear that and think of him as power-hungry. He was the exact opposite, for he and Malenia protected the weak and the forsaken. Those abandoned by the Golden Order.
If anyone deserve the title "God" it was Miquella the Unalloyed, he would rewrite the world and rid it of the Outer Gods. Of Outer Gods such as the rot, which ailed your warrior so. Everything he did was save and protect people most would spat on - believing themselves higher than them. Shunning these people for not meeting their standards.
But now was not the time for such thoughts, as for now you and Malenia were free of your duties. Free to bask in one anothers presence and enjoy some peace.
A cool breeze blew past causing leaves and flowers to rustle gently, their sweet smell tickling your nose. Malenia's long fiery locks swaying in the wind. You reached out to catch a stray falling leaf, holding it gently in between your fingers as you brought it closer to examine it. It was beautifully golden, much like the Erdtree, but these were of Unalloyed gold.
Malenia hummed softly at this, a warm smile forming on her lips. You sheepishly showed the back of it to her, she didn't mind as she leaned over to inspect it as well. It was heartwarming to know she would humor your small antics. Perhaps she herself enjoyed such things, or she loved you enough to care.
The sun had began setting by the horizon, everything around you illuminated as a gorgeous combination of orange and red. Your eyelids began to feel heavy as a yawn escaped your mouth. Melania placed a soft kiss on top of your head, into your soft hair which smelled sweet, like your favorite flowers.
Your tired eyes finally closed, your dreams calling to you. You could feel Malenia rest her head over yours, she herself drifting into calm dreams. She always did sleep better like this, by your side and close to one another.
Malenia and her lover by Miquella's Haligtree💛
(Picture is not mine and is not meant to depict the reader! Just the general vibe and overall inspiration <3)
This can be read as a part of "I Will Heal Thine Heart"
The sun shining bright as she held your hand in her own, a gentle breeze rustling leaves of the trees surrounding you. A smile on both of your faces as she kneels down in front of you, tears forming in your eyes as she asks you to be with her for the rest of your lives - as her lover bound by marriage.
The ring she carefully slid into your finger could not have been more perfect, better than you had hoped and fitting your finger just right. She brought your hand towards her as her lips laid a soft kiss on your knuckles, resting it against her face. Her smile radiant and full of joy. Truly there was no doubt you would not accept her proposal, but it made her fall in love with you ever more.
Everything was bright as she kissed you, leaves fell and butterflies danced around you. The moment surreal - ripped right out of your most hopeful dreams. You would stay by her side no matter what the future held for you.
For you made her happy, and she you. You were her love, her heart and her happiness. She would bring you close so her body pressed flush against yours, her hands cupped your cheeks as she laid a soft kiss on your lips, once more.
She made love to you beneath the tree which she married you under. Now she slept in your arms, her gorgeous body mostly uncovered as you ran your fingers along it. She remained peaceful and asleep as you gently hummed a song she loved. Your song as you liked to call it.
Your mind void of everyday worries as your beautiful wife laid in your arms. Her gentle breathing lulling you to sleep as well. The warm summer evening felt perfect, a gentle breeze cooling your still hot body. Your eyes closed as you held her hand, your rings clicking against one another.
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Plot Summery: general yandere headcanons for Malenia, The Blade of Miquella, the Severed.
This Contains: Yandere themes. Unhealthy mindsets. Unhealthy relationships. Dependency.
Note(s): Sorry for the absence again! Here's something I whopped up. I'm gonna try and do requests now! Hope you like this! I'm gonna try and make shorter headcanons now, at least for the self-indulgent ones. Anyway, blabbering, bye!
Malenia is a devoted, worshipper, and obedient yandere. She dedicates her entire being to her darling, her whole existence. She is your weapon, she is your tool -- control her as you please, for who is she to go against your wants?
This mindset carries over on both spectrums. Whether she loves you platonically or romantically, Malenia will always see herself as her darling's blade. She lives to serve you and you alone.
Due to this, there will always be an imbalance in your relationship. Despite being an empyrean, a child of Queen Marika herself, and a warrior who has never known defeat, Malenia treats you like a higher being. She worships the ground you walk on and will protect you with her life.
You've helped her in so many ways, perhaps in ways you've unaware of. Whenever the scarlet rot became too much for her, with it nagging and eating away at her flesh, begging her to bloom the Scarlet Aeonia, she thought of you and how much you needed her. And that gave her the strength to resist the call of rot.
When Malenia leaves to challenge Radahn, she holds you in her thoughts and prayers. She mustn't perish, for you need her and she needs you. Thus when the battle reaches its pique, neither side showing victory, she abandons Miquella's golden needle; abandons her pride as a warrior, and allows the scarlet flower to bloom once more.
If anything were to happen to you, she wouldn't know what to do. You mean the world to her, she can't exist without you. She will protect you and do anything to save you, even if that means betraying her own allies, even her brother. But if you were to be slain or worse, truly die, well...
Perhaps her purpose is no longer needed. She swore to follow you until the very end. A blade has no reason to exist without its master, after all.
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