He sat with one arm resting along the edge of the long bench seat, gaze angled toward the window. Outside, the world blurred into a wash of pale gray and heavy snow, mountains dissolving into distance like they no longer mattered.

Calm. Quiet.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop your foot from bouncing against the floor.

It tapped once.

Then again.

Faster than you meant it to.

Two black leather bags rested like anchored weights at the end of your benches. Everything you’d been trained to carry. Everything you’d been trained to use. Alongside more personal items.

You tried to still your leg. It didn’t last.

Fushiguro didn’t look at you at first. Not until your fingers drifted unconsciously to the small chain at your collar.

A habit. Not a thought.

Your thumb pressed into the crucifix beneath your cloak, feeling the cool metal settle against your skin as you exhaled slowly through your nose. The drag of air was unbearable as you felt the unstable race of your heart and your shoulders tightening. Only then did Fushiguro’s attention shift.

Not fully. Not suddenly. Just… subtly.

His eyes left the window. And landed on you. Watching you fidget with shut eyes, seemingly pale as ever.

“You two got some sort of verification?” The ticket keeper stood in the aisle, hand extended without urgency. Fushiguro didn’t break his gaze from you immediately. Not until the question hung long enough to demand it. Then he reached into his bag and pulled out the sealed documents.

The papers were stamped, signed, and folded with neat precision. Royal authorization. Border clearance. The kind of paperwork that could get you anywhere.

The ticket keeper barely looked at them before stamping them once and moving on.

“Welcome to No Man’s Land, hunters.” The words lingered after he walked away. You repeated them under your breath.

“No Man’s Land…”

Outside the window, the land had already begun to change. Civilian buildings grew thinner, more tired. Roofs sagged under snow that no one bothered to clear. Smoke rose in uneven threads from chimneys that looked barely maintained.

“A bit tasteless,” you murmured, eyes tracking a leaning row of houses as the train passed. “All things considered.” Fushiguro shrugged slightly.

“Accurate, though.” Simple. No judgment. Just observation. That was usually how he spoke.

The train slowed again. The ticket keeper returned, his tone sharper this time.

“Military checkpoint coming up. Have your weapons and papers ready.” Steel screamed softly as the train came to a halt. Your posture tightened before you even realized it. “For our weapons?” you whispered.

Fushiguro was already opening his case.

“I didn’t think they were stationed this far out.” His voice was low, meant more for you than anyone else. Curiosity aroused in his tone, he thought on the notion. The compartment door was quick to open, introducing three soldiers.

Their uniforms matched yours in function, if not in refinement. Navy winter coats, heavy boots, clipped insignias marking border authority. One carried a clipboard. One a medical satchel. One kept his hand resting near his blade without fully drawing it.

You straightened instinctively as the table between you became a display space.

Weapons.

Documents.

Silver-edged tools.

Everything laid out in silence.

“Woeful greetings, hunters,” the lead soldier said flatly, as if he’d said it too many times to mean anything anymore.

“Likewise,” you replied. The clipboard soldier took the papers without ceremony. “We’ve got a new system going on out here,” the lieutenant said, leaning slightly into the table as though he owned the space. “Too many vampires slipping past lazy station guards.”

At that, Fushiguro’s eyes flicked up briefly. Not alarmed, just listening. “They’ve been wearing uniforms,” the lieutenant continued. “Looking like you. Acting like you. Trying to walk straight into the capital like they belong there.” His voice darkened, as though he was telling ghost stories around a fire. He exhaled through his nose. “Can’t let that happen.

You exchanged a quick glance with Fushiguro. Neither of you had heard about this. “So we do a little… verification,” he said, nodding toward the medic. The man stepped forward, opening his satchel. “Fang check,” the lieutenant added casually. The word landed heavier than it should have.

The medic approached you first. With uneasy eyes, you glanced over to your companion as his glare weighed heavy on the soldier. He was observant, watching the man’s calculated moves. You held still as cold metal instruments touched your face, your mouth opening on command. He worked quickly, precise, practiced. Measuring canines, checking molars, pausing briefly at the silver caps embedded into your teeth.

“Silver crowns.”

A note more than a judgment. Wealth, not weaponry. Just some old damaged, corrected cleanly with riches. He shifted slightly, continuing the inspection without further comment. When he reached Megumi, the rhythm stayed the same. Open. Check. Count. Move. But there, his pause lasted a fraction longer.

“More extensive dental work here,” the medic muttered, almost absent-mindedly.

The silver along Fushiguro’s back molars caught faint light duller in tone and slightly more visible simply because there was more of it. To him, it wasn’t a simple show of wealth to a careless, childhood mistake. It was just history being repaired. Repairs from a childhood lived less inside the barrier than yours had been. The medic didn’t dwell on it. He simply marked it in his mind, then he moved on.

Same process. Same silence.

Fushiguro didn’t react at all, except for the faint shift of his jaw when instructed. He was patient, still, and efficient in a way that didn’t invite questions.

“Rich little hunters,” the medic said under his breath “Good teeth,” he added. “The type to make impersonators obvious.”

The clipboard soldier returned the documents. Interrupting the previous soldier’s commentary.

“Names and birth.”

“Megumi Fushiguro. Winter, 1756.” No hesitation. No embellishment to his words.

You gave your name. Followed by your birth year. A brief pause settled after. The kind of silence that meant nothing.

Finally, you all were finished.

“All done, Lieutenant.” The man stepped back, “Godspeed, hunters.” They left as quickly as they came. The carriage doors shut with the whirling wind howling after you two. The train remained still for a moment longer than necessary. Then the motion returned.

Megumi exhaled quietly as he repacked his gear.

“Ridiculous,” he muttered.

“All these checkpoints,” you added. Your fingers returning to your crucifix again without thinking. Not gripping. Just holding. A reminder. A rhythm. Something to keep you anchored when everything beyond the window started to feel too far away from the familiar. Fushiguro glanced at you.

Not for long.

Just enough.

“…It’ll be fine,” he said, his gaze returning towards the landscape. He wasn’t reassuring you nor, making a promise written in blood. Just fact. With his certainty, you felt your shoulders relax as a wave of relief washed over.

Just racing thoughts.

And somehow, that made it easier to breathe.

“We’re here.” Fushiguro would call, pulling you from your meditative trance. You gathered your belongings and followed your partner to the exit. You traded spots with various other military personnel boarding the train for many reasons beyond your knowledge.

Dim and as lifeless as living may get. You shuddered, unknowingly. Humans, just like you waddling in rags. Knowingly, avoiding piles of snow presumably the soldiers shoveled for the train caring less if it ended up on the walking trail or doorsteps. In the distance, a desperate plea was heard as a merchant rejected a woman’s currency. Children huddled together next to a food stand just to catch the warmth from the fire. Strangers eyes seemed to gravitate towards the two of you but repelled when you noticed them.

Fushiguro took note of your sorrowful look but, carried on. The further you left the marketplace behind, the quieter the district became not in peace, but in exhaustion. Noise didn’t disappear instead, it thinned.

Voices no longer carried for attention, only necessity. The buildings around you leaned inward as if the cold had taught them to conserve what little warmth they could keep. Rooflines sagged under uneven snow, some cleared with care, others left to harden into layered, forgotten weight. Smoke rose from chimneys in thin, reluctant streams like even the fire was rationed here. The smell of the district lingered now.

Rot.

The pungent smell of decay wafted in the harsh weather. You felt your mouth water as you fought the urge to vomit. You swallowed, anyway. Heart racing with what the source could be. Your fingers found the crucifix at your chest once again. Not tightly this time. Just… there. A habit you didn’t question anymore.

Fushiguro walked slightly ahead, but never far enough that you lost his presence. He didn’t look back. He didn’t need to.

His pace adjusted to yours without acknowledgment, he acted as though it had always been that way. That was when it hit you quietly, uninvited.

He’s been out here.

Not just passing through districts like this. Not just on assignment. He understood the people here. Hunters were no idols or heroes. They were the bandaid to a wound, a seed in a desert. In return, he respected the locals, avoiding gazes and giving them the dignity of indifference. He didn’t pity them as you did, he respected them in silence.

The inn came into view at the end of a sloped street. It wasn’t impressive. It didn’t try to be. Stone and wood reinforced over and over again, repairs layered so many times they became part of its structure instead of fixes. A building that had stopped expecting anything other than endurance. But warm light spilled through its windows anyway. Soft, uneven gold pooling onto the snow outside like it didn’t belong there. Smoke rose from the chimney more steadily than anything else in the district. You hesitated at the threshold longer than Fushiguro did. He stepped inside first.

Warmth hit you immediately. Not gentle warmth. Accumulated warmth. The kind that lived in floorboards, in stone walls, in years of burning the same fire in the same place until the building learned how to hold heat. Your breath caught slightly as the cold was pulled out of your lungs all at once. The smell changed just as fast.

Stew left on too long but still flavorful in its seasonings.

Burnt wood.

Herbs that had been reused until they lost their sharpness. And underneath it all bread. Not fresh. Not perfect. But warm. The sound of the inn softened everything else. As quiet conversations paused the moment you entered. The tension was stiff. A chair shifted too slowly, as if the room itself was deciding how to react to you.

Hunters always changed the air. People here knew that.

The innkeeper froze for half a second before forcing movement back into her hands. “Hunters…” she said, voice tightening before she smoothed it over. “Right—yes. Come in, please.”

It wasn’t hostility. It was acceptance. She gestured towards the stairs, maintaining her friendly demeanor “I’ve got a room upstairs. Only one left, if that’s acceptable.” Fushiguro gave a small nod.

“It’s fine.”

Simple in his response, yet tired in his demeanor. A sentiment you both shared. You followed him up the stairs, boots heavier now that the cold wasn’t stiffening your joints.

The hallway was narrow, wood aged and uneven underfoot. Lantern light flickered along the walls, revealing old repairs, patched cracks, places where nails had been driven in more than once. The door opened into a small room. Two futons. A low table. One lantern already lit. Nothing unnecessary. Everything intentional. The innkeeper left quickly, as if staying too long would shift the balance of the room.

And for a moment, there was only silence again. Not the cold silence of outside. But the intimate kind. The kind that made everything inside it feel closer than it should. Megumi set his bag down first. Black leather, worn at the edges from use rather than neglect. He crouched slightly as he opened it, checking contents with quiet efficiency.

The movement pulled his cloak slightly open at the collar. He didn’t notice you analyzing him. Or if he did, he didn’t comment.

“Sit, relax” he said simply after a moment, nodding toward the futons. Not an order. Just his direct way of showing concern. You exhaled slowly and lowered yourself onto the edge of one. The floor creaked slightly beneath you. Megumi stayed standing a moment longer. Then, quieter than his words before,

“You’re thinking too much about the district.”

A clean observation on his part. Like he’d been tracking the shift in you since the marketplace. You looked down at your gloved hands watching the leather fold as you balled your fists.

“I just…” you started, then stopped. The truth didn’t feel simple enough to say without disconnect. “I keep thinking—it feels like we’re not really helping anyone.”

Megumi paused. Then, carefully addressed you.

“We are.”

A beat skipped.

“But not in the way they need.” You protested, looking around the damaged the room. Silence settled again. Not uncomfortable, just honest in its nature. Outside, the wind moved across the district like it had nowhere else to go. Inside, the lantern burned steady. And for the first time since arriving, the air didn’t feel like it was pressing in on you from all sides. Just waiting.

The lady returned with a warm, humble meal for the both of you, served neatly on a tray.

“Delicious, many thanks,” you smiled up at the granny as she set it down. She placed a soft hand on both of your heads and whispered a quick prayer.

“Blessed be the Lord’s shepherds, for they will lead us unto salvation.”

“Coin for your services,” Fushiguro said, offering payment despite her protests. “Oh, please. They could behead me for charging you on duty,” she stammered, but he insisted, pressing the pouch into her hands before turning away. “It’s a generous tip.” And with that, she left.

His calloused palms met yours, steady and warm despite the cold still clinging faintly to both of you. The meal sat untouched for the moment between you, steam curling upward, carrying the smell of something simple but real. Food that had been made because people still had to eat, not because it was meant to impress. For a brief moment, everything outside this room stopped mattering in the way it usually demanded to.

Your prayer began softly.

Fushiguro didn’t interrupt it. He simply existed in it beside you, as he always did when you brought him into moments like this. And when silence settled again, you realized your hands were still under his as the pads of his thumb quickly swiped at your palms.

A beat too long. You let go first, rejecting whatever flustered emotion threatened to unveil. Though, not quick enough to completely ignore it.

Just enough to pretend it hadn’t existed.

so that was alot of writing. i have more, like it up if i should post more.

love,

chlo.

ps i copied and pasted from my notes app and tumblr mobile is layout hell so lmk if it’s funky looking </3

Five A.M. Entirely too early to be doing anything, let alone having to drag myself into work for another day; yet here I was, miserably reading the back of a shampoo bottle in the shower. Mornings like this, I would idly wonder if it was worth quitting my job. Technically, I could probably survive college without it if I took out more loans. There were benefits to working at a coffee shop as well. I just had to push through it.

I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Working on campus was pleasant at least, even on the weekends it felt like I was part of a community. I had a few regulars I knew and enjoyed talking to. I was hyping myself up as I dried myself off, hoping to make the day a little less miserable. It worked slightly, as I was at least able to muster up the energy to get ready and make it there.

The lights were already on, and I mumbled “good morning”s to my coworkers as I kept preparing myself mentally for the day ahead. I made myself a small coffee - one of the perks of the job was a free drink per shift, and I needed it now - and drank it entirely too quickly for something that hot. With that, I was finally ready to start the drudgery of commerce. It was Saturday, so there was no rush of people coming to class, but there were still a few customers. Just get into the groove, it’ll be fine. I thought to myself.

I was able to dissociate and lose myself in filling orders and making drinks, and by the time I looked at the clock again I had made it to eleven. Not too bad so far, just a few hours to go. The next customer came up, looking a bit frazzled, and I couldn’t help but notice how cute they were. Cute brown hair, an eyebrow piercing, a dazzling smile - they had it all. And they would have their caramel latte with extra whipped cream they ordered in that beautiful high-energy voice.

They took their drink and sat themselves on one of our tables, pulling out a laptop festooned with stickers. A few pride stickers, including a nonbinary flag in a cute heart, as well as a litany of representations of historic places. A column from the Parthenon, a pyramid from Giza… this was clearly someone who was well versed in the wonders of the world. Exploring sounded nice right about now, trapped in work. At least it was lunchtime. Maybe I should talk to them? No, that was weird. I took another small coffee - one small coffee plus another still added up to one free drink, right? - and sat down at a table near enough to the mysterious cutie without being so close that I’d be anxious. It didn’t work. I was still anxious, hearing them tap-tap-tap away at their keyboard. I hadn’t had an infatuation this powerful or instant in a long time, and it had me sweating.

“Howdy!” They’d directed their attention to me. I was careful not to get my hopes up, but there was an outside shot that this was my chance. “That latte was really good. You seemed kinda down so I figured I’d uh, swing by?” They had taken their laptop over to my table, and were smiling that adorable chipped smile at me again. 

“Oh, thank you.” I said. Don’t fumble now, I thought to myself. “I was just thinking about an assignment I have due next week.”

They nodded. “Ugh, I feel that. I was actually working on a paper about the classical structures of Rome, which I love, but the writing still gets to me.”

“That sounds unique. What degree is that for?”

Their eyes lit up and they started to ramble a bit. “Archaeology! It’s been one of my favorite topics… well, my whole life! It’s been so fun to study. Still not into the writing though.” They sighed. “I wish I could get out of the classroom and out into the field, but digsites won’t take you without the degree. Lame.”

“Where are you hoping to get to work at once you get the degree?”

They paused for a moment in thought, then continued with their mile-a-minute responses. “I mean my favorite place in the whole world is Cairo, and I’d love to get to find an undiscovered part of the Pyramids, but I worry that staying in one place will mean I miss out on all the other places I could explore! I guess my answer is that I want to travel a lot? It would certainly be better than now, where the farthest I travel is from my dorm to the gym.”

Their figure did look as if they were into working out - not too much, but they certainly looked like an arm wrestling contest with them would not be particularly close. Hot. Averting my eyes, I checked my watch. Three minutes left on my lunch break. “Well, I’ve gotta get back to work. It was really nice talking to you…” I realized I hadn’t got their name.

They realized too. “I’m Sloan! Nice to meet you too! Hopefully I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah! Best of luck on your paper. When in Rome and all that.”

They stuck their tongue out playfully as they packed up their laptop, and left with a wave. I spent the rest of my shift hoping I’d see them again soon. That said, I think I was the only one who was going to drink two coffees in one day, so I guess it’d have to wait…

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Two P.M. I was finally free from my job for the day. Most of the time, I only worked weekends, so in a way I was already halfway through the week. Despite this, I was still willing to spend a bit to get myself a little treat. A new ice cream shop had opened near campus, and it did sound relaxing to get a cone and relax in the courtyard in the summer sun. 

A small bell rang on the door as I entered, and I heard a surprisingly familiar voice greet me. “Welcome to Lindholm’s Ice Cream, where sweet treats are always…” They trailed off. “It’s you! Hello!” Sloan was there, on the job, dressed in a cute but admittedly somewhat tacky red and white striped outfit adorned with a hat and bowtie.

“You work here? I promise this is a coincidence.” I said sheepishly.

“Aw shucks, I mean you’re allowed to come visit just for me.” They said with a grin. “What can I get ya?”

“Oh, um…” My order was suddenly gone from my mind, lost in their eyes. “Whatever you recommend? Dealer’s choice.”

“Not something I hear often, but I can dig that.” They said, getting a scoop out and taking a hunk of pink dessert. “This one’s a simple combination I like. Strawberry and vanilla.”

“That sounds good. Thanks!” As they took the second scoop and placed it into a cone, I took the treat. “Is it alright if I hang out here? I’m not sure how busy you guys get.”

“Of course you can! As for business…” They put their hands on their cheeks in exaggerated disappointment. “You’re the first customer we’ve had today. I don’t know if the owner doesn’t do any advertising or what, but it gets pretty boring.” They perked back up a bit. “I still get paid the same either way, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“So how long have you worked here?” I asked, taking a spoonful of ice cream. The strawberry flavor was really refreshing after today.

“Like a month. It’s honestly not that bad. Nobody comes in, so I’m not bothered. Plus, they let me mess around with my own uniform for, uh, gender reasons. Let me wear this snazzy bowtie.” They stepped out from behind the counter with their own ice cream and sat down across from me.

“This is good! My compliments to the scooper.”

“‘Course! My taste is always good.”

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The next few weeks, stopping by the ice cream shop on days when Sloan was working became something of a ritual. It was always nice to give them some company, chat about what was going on in our respective classes, and just… soak in their energy. Their bright smile, their cheery laugh, even down to their regularly changing nail polish, they just exuded positivity and light. Soon, they started coming to get more coffee more regularly, and we spent my breaks there talking as well. It turned my feelings on work around to know I’d get to see Sloan around midway through the day.

It was about a month before during one of our conversations over ice cream that I noticed Sloan was acting kind of strangely. Their eyes wouldn’t quite meet mine, their hands trembled a bit as they served out our desserts, and they nervously tapped their fingers on their side. They sat down across from me, eyes staring straight at their ice cream. There was no one else in the store, as usual - I’d seen maybe two other customers in the last month. 

“You okay, Sloan?”

“Yeah. Yeah!” Their downward gaze still didn’t change. They muttered under their breath. “¡Demonios!”

“If something’s bothering you, I’m happy to listen. Professor being a jerk again? Argument with someone?”

“No, no. Nothing like that.” They breathed in deeply. “Could you come with me to the back for a second?”

“I know I come in here a lot, but I don’t actually work here.” I said with a laugh.

“It’s fine, nobody else will come in anyway.” They grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to the storeroom in the back.

“Did you need me to like, do inventory?” I said, befuddled.

“Will you go out with me?” They said, finally meeting my gaze. “I know this is sudden, but I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

I stood stunned for a moment, overwhelmed by what had just happened.

“This was a bad idea. I knew it. I’m sorry. I don’t want to cause trouble-”

“Of course, Sloan!” I interrupted. “I’d love to, I just - I’ve thought about this for so long, ever since we first met. I was just afraid to ask too.”

Sloan smiled, a big grin showing off their chipped tooth, and pulled me into a hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much!” They mumbled into my shoulder. It was so comforting, their frame wrapped around me, the warmth of their body making the momentary anxiety fade away, their eyebrow piercing shining in the light, their goofy paper hat sliding off as they leaned into me.

“Do we need to go back out front? I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Nobody’s going to show up, and I want to go further. I need you.” They cupped my face in their hands.

“Okay. Take the lead then.”

Sloan took a moment to summon their usual optimism and courage, freeing themselves from their earlier fear; then, they pulled my face in for a kiss. Their lips gave in to mine with ease, and I melted into their embrace. I could taste a hint of sweetness on them. They reached an arm around me and gently lifted me, letting me fall deeper in. This was bliss. My tongue met theirs and my mind started to go blank. The rest of the world seemed to fade out; I was focused on them exclusively.

After an amount of time - I couldn’t tell how much - we pulled apart a bit, still in an embrace but not quite as close. “Still doing good?” Sloan panted out.

“So good.” I said. “If you want to go farther I’m willing.”

Sloan thought for a second, then shook their head. “Not here. That’ll have to wait for after my shift. I don’t want to get THAT much in trouble with my boss.”

I laughed, managing to get to my feet. They did as well, and I helped them smooth out their uniform to try to hide the evidence of our little escapade. Their hair was well mussed from my hands grasping through it, so I attempted to fix it. With a few brushes of my hand in a more orderly fashion, it almost worked. 

Sloan took out their phone to look at themselves. They laughed too. “Sloan Cameron, back in action, baby!” They mimed finger guns at me.

Clutching my heart in faux pain, I blew them a kiss and headed back out to the front. Just as they predicted, the ice cream shop was barren. “Looks like your job’s safe, Sloan.”

“Of course! You didn’t doubt me, did you?” They said. 

As the flood of emotions faded from me, I suddenly started to notice one thing that I can’t believe I hadn’t up until now. I was freezing. “How cold is it back there?” I said, starting to shiver.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Karl is a soft little baby, but he won't admit it. he honestly likes to do anything as long you're with him. he loves to spend time with you and let you introduce him to new things that he's never heard of because he's trapped in the village.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

gosh he admires everything about you. you're just so perfect in his eyes. he loves your stubbornness, cockiness, your eyes, hair, body, style, and all-around just everything. he wouldn't change a thing about you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

he himself would panic, poor beb would be scared and he'd feel so bad for you. he'd hold you close while you cry into his chest and spill your feelings. he isn't very good with words, but he'd still tell you he loves you and stay silent while you tell him whats bothering you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

first of all, out of that damned village, all he wants is for you and him to be free, living the way you both find comfortable. he hasn't thought much farther than that though, he doesn't want to be excited for a future and have it all taken away. he thinks a mechanic shop would be cool, with you as his partner, but he doesn't get his hopes up.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

he likes to be the dominant one, but sometimes he'll let you take the lead, but only when the relationship becomes more balanced, he finds it cute though. for the most part, he's the dominant one.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

he can get really hotheaded and mad in an argument. hed use words, hand gestures and scrap metal would be flying everywhere. if he hurt your feelings then he'd go and apologize and make things right. but he expects the same treatment.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he is 100% aware 60% of the time. don't get me wrong, he appreciates everything you do, but he's very focused on his work a lot of the time, so when you drop him off some food he just says thank you. in moments where his focus is on you and only you, he thanks you properly.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

as the relationship grows and his trust in you deepens you'll find out more of his secrets, and you guys will be closer in that way.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

you caused him to change so much, he's never felt loved before, so you made him a better person for sure. he started off as a gruff mean dude, but because of you he sees this light in the world, and it makes him want to become better, for you and you only. (or any kids you guys have)

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

honey karl is in the dictionary under the word jealous. is you two are out and a guy so much as looks at you, karl will pull you into a passionate kiss, he'll even dip your head down like the movies. he wants to let people know you're his and only his.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

oh boy, he's an amazing kisser. like heavenly, you pulled in for seconds when you guys kissed for the first time.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

karl would wait till he knows you like him, he doesn't want to confess and find out you don't feel the same. hed say something along the lines of, "y/n you like me, i know you do," and if you confess right then and there then he'd share his mutual feeling.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

after being wed you two are still the same, the relationship has only changed in the way that karl is now your husband and you're his wife/husband. karl didn't even consider marriage at first, you guys were fine as is, but then he wanted to make it official that this was forever. he made your ring himself and proposed to you with it.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

karls big on nicknames, he uses them more than your own name, a few of them are: buttercup, sweetheart, darlin, sweets, love, doll, and he'll throw some more personal ones in there depending on your personality.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

karl trys to hide his love for you so he can seem "manly" but all it takes is one look at you and he's putty in your hands. it so obvious he loves you, he simply cant take his hands off you. you're such an important thing in his life and he'll make sure you know it!

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

again, karl does try to hide his love for you, but he fails miserably. he just loves kissing you, especially when some guy is looking. he always has his arm around you or hes holding your hand. in the church during a meeting he rests his hand on your thigh, as an f you to alcina and miranda, and just because he likes having it there.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

karl has power over the village, so if you wanted to go out and have maybe a couples day then he'd use that power to make people leave you two alone, cause god forbid people wont leave you two alone sometimes, its always nice to have each others company without anyone else bothering you two.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

he can be really romantic, like he could set up date nights, give you gifts, give you physical love, help you when you need/ don't need it, he can be a romantic guy. that or he wouldn't put any effort at all, one of the two.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

karl does invest a lot of time in his goal, so he'd help out as much as he can but he would probably be too busy with his own work. that is unless you wanted to do something regarding mechanics, then you'd spend almost as much time in his workshop as him, either helping him out and learning from him, or you'd be doing your own thing at your own worktable.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

karl is always up to try new things with you, but only if you want. sure sometimes there's something he wants to try with you but its mostly you suggesting things. if you want to stick to a certain routine that's fine too, as long as there's time for you two in there.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

after being together for a while he learns how to tell your emotions, and if you're being serious or not. he knows when your agitated, he knows when your down, he just notices your feelings even if your trying to hide them.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

your relationship with him is at least top 3. one being getting you two outta that village, but after you guys are free then the relationship is his number one priority. he loves you too much to even think about prioritizing something else.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

you are constantly on his mind. when hes working he thinks of you. when hes at a meeting hes thinking of you. when hes running an errand hes thinking of you. hes always thinking about when you guys are gonna be together again, he loves spending time with you

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

while he may not admit it, he loves kisses and cuddles. he loves being affectionate with you, he loves it when you play with his hair, when you hold him and vice versa. hes a whore for your love.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

if he has any he'll look at some pictures of you, and just think about what you two would be doing if you were home. or he'd just work until you're home, to distract himself from your absence.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?