#eldarya hcs

EZAREL

The moment people started talking about your absence with more insistence, something flipped inside him. He pulled a little joke trying to calm the environment such as “I bet they just got lost following a pretty squirrel”.

But the truth was that he was extremely anxious. His days felt off without his favorite person besides, and even if he tried to keep a normal life… he just felt off. Something – someone was missing. 

He lost his focus on his job constantly, trying to regulate his breath and not to cry. His appetite disappeared, he was exhausted but couldn’t sleep knowing you were out there. Ezarel starts searching for potion recipes that could help him know your current location. 

Ezarel needs space from everybody else and can’t really stand the noise anymore, even if that could prevent him from overthinking about you all the time.

Whenever someone mentions your name, he hopes it’s because they have news and not just to bring out the obvious fact that you aren’t there.

Valkyon probably caught him mid panic attack, wondering all the things that could’ve happened to you. 

He becomes extremely obsessed with doing stuff on his own to search for you. He packs his stuff, a few potions he created the last nights and food for the time he finds you and can give you energy. Ezarel prefers risking his own life than keep waiting for something that he doesn’t know if will happen.

NEVRA

He tries to keep his composure because people around him are panicking enough and he doesn’t want to worsen it. At first he tries to be relaxed, to be the grounding person under all that chaos.

Nevertheless, he starts getting flashbacks that hurt his heart: those nights on your room, those spots where you both usually met around the HQs, that spot on the dining hall that was yours mainly.

He doesn’t aisle himself nor expresses his fear openly, he just becomes quieter and more thoughtful. 

The moment the night arrives, he goes out to search for hints that can tell him where you are. Every night he goes further, sometimes coming back to the HQs by the sunrise.

Karen was truly worried about him and mad by the fact that he went alone on your search. She already had a dear friend missing to lose his brother now. So she offers him to create a searching group that would mainly include her, Chrome, Nevra himself and some other people that could be close to you. You were more important than whatever happened after your disappearance. 

Nevra felt guilt for losing you, because he felt responsible of taking care of you and he felt like he had failed completely. 

VALKYON

This triggers something on him.

When you go missing he is the one to initiate a search, not even caring what other missions were before. His main priority is to rescue you and make sure that you are alive. He tries to keep his mind cold and be strong until he finds you.

But every day that passes he becomes more scared of the chance of you being dead. He thought for a long while that his brother was dead and that was a pain that he really didn’t know how to cope with – how could he lose you now? 

Every negative report about the search for you stabs his heart.

Someone said “maybe they won’t come back” and that was the last straw for him. He couldn’t deal with the idea of you being gone in every aspect of his life. He failed to protect you as much as he promised himself to protect every single one of his friends. 

He insists on keep searching, even if he slowly breaks down and becomes more emotional about it. Nevra would be the one grounding him, comforting him when Valkyon can no longer hold his tears.

There are nights in which he goes into your room and sits on the bed, thinking about you being there and comforting him about finding you soon. For his well being, Nevra had to shut firmly the door of your room with the key he had because that would only hurt Valkyon more.

LEIFTAN

When Miiko tells him about your disappearance, all he can hope for is that it is all a nightmare. Did you leave on your own? Did you perhaps get kidnapped? Or what if you got killed? Were you alone and scared? Were you cold and hurt? 

His panic makes him overthink and anxious, not really able to focus on anything else than the negative stuff. 

He cannot keep the cheerful, calm and responsible facade of his. It burns him to not know what happened, or if something was going on your mind to make you leave them.

However, he felt bad for trying to search the answer on you as if it was your fault to go missing. The easiest thing is to blame himself too, and the guilt only becomes stronger when he sees no result on the searching expeditions that Miiko started after he begged her to take this seriously.

Every time he goes out to search for hints, he asks people kindly about you. But with time his tone gets more desperate, just as he gets desperate to find you.

He avoids looking at your bedroom door, or to sleep on his bed as he will probably think of your warmth and miss it. 

Unfortunately his habits don’t change. He keeps making tea for two or waiting for you outside the HQs to go for a walk, hoping that you will come back any of those nights.

Leiftan tried to be positive about the situation to other people, trying to keep up the search, but he was losing hopes himself. His mind was the most negative aspect on the conflict. 

“Oh, you’re finally home!”

Erika smiled, her voice carrying a cheerfulness that didn’t quite match the exhaustion in her eyes. It takes effort for her to stand up from their couch, waddling over to Nevra as he stood by the entrance of their little home.

Nevra rushes to close the short distance between them, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. His arms wrap tightly around her shoulders as he breathes her in, and his eyes flutter closed as he ground himself in her presence.

That was how Erika knew his day had been particularly difficult. 

With her due date approaching, and Eldarya’s growing unrest, Nevra more often than not would only creep into their new, shared home at odd hours of the night. If he came in at all.

Those days were usually the worst.  

The ones where she’d wake up in the morning and find the other side of the bed to be too cold. On the nights he did return, she could see how beaten down he seemed to be, carrying alone the weight of unspoken burdens. It has been a source of strife, lately. Nevra was too afraid of something going wrong to burden her with any more stress, and she refused to be so helpless, wanting to do anything to help.

“I would’ve gone over to you,” he murmured into her hair. “You didn’t need to get up.”

“I needed to move anyway,” Erika said lightly, squirming out of his embrace just enough to study his face, her eyes flickering over him to check for any signs of injury. “My back was starting to hurt from sitting so long.”

Nevra frowned, brushing her hair back with a tenderness that still made her heart flip. “I thought your back hurt if you stood too long?”

“That too.” She grimaced “Honestly, my back hurts regardless of what I do. My feet too— But having to rest so much is making me antsy.”

“I can tell.” Nevra locks the door behind him, double-checking all the locks to ensure the door is properly secured. Chrome complains about how often he has to herd you back home. Lately, just seeing you outside makes him nervous.

“You’re not that much better.” 

She chuckled. Despite it bordering on annoying, Nevra’s increasing protectiveness could be, on occasion, terribly endearing.

Karenn had taken some time to explain it: it was a vampire thing. Being this close to the due date, his instincts asked him to make sure she was somewhere safe and familiar when their child was born. He’d be more over-protective in the weeks following the birth, but at the very least his attention would also be focused on their baby instead of just breathing down her neck and stopping her from walking to their kitchen for a glass of water.

Personally, Erika believes Karenn made it up to justify his, and her , bouts of overprotectiveness. 

In truth, everyone around her had been on edge since she hit her third trimester.

The morbid part of Erika’s mind thinks they might be preparing for the possibility of death in childbirth.

Eyes linger on her even more often than before, and friends, old and new, seem a little too willing to stop by to reminisce. 

No one tells her, but she knows. She knows all too well.

Nevra’s hands find the small of her back, as he gently guides her to the couch again. 

He’s exhausted, but winding down with her at night is the best part of his day.

With her pregnancy, he has avoided missions that require too much travel. As Huang Hua’s right-hand man, it’s not like such things are often expected of him anyway. It’s easier to delegate tasks, but now that Erika is on the home stretch, and the baby can come at any moment now, Nevra has been spending long hours getting his affairs in order, ready to go on leave when their child is born.

He has no hope of being able to properly go on leave, but he wants to make sure the amount of work he has is minimal, instead of the mountains of paperwork he usually has to deal with.

“You know I can’t help it. And the closer we get to the date…” He trailed off, his eyes flicking to her rounded belly with a mixture of awe and anxiety. She doesn’t comment on it but could sense a nervous energy to him, simmering just below the surface, just barely suppressed.

“How are you feeling? Have they…”

He starts, the words winding down into nothingness as the hand previously on her back moves underneath her shirt, caressing the taut skin of her belly. Erika cringes slightly at the coldness of his hands. Nevra is likely doing this both to greet their child and as a ploy to warm his hands. He has always been attracted to her warmth, which is especially annoying when her base temperature has been up, she’s feeling unbearably hot all the time, but her beloved partner insists on being all over her like a sentient weighted blanket.

“The usual,” Erika replied, resting a hand over his. “They’re still too cosy in there to want to leave, making me miserable. I swear, If they don’t decide to come out soon, I’ll reach in and pull them out myself.”

Nevra’s lips quirked into a small smile, but his lilac eyes betrayed him, still soft with worry. He didn’t speak for a long moment, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles across her skin, following any tiny movement he could feel in her belly. 

He used to complain about how sombre she could be. About all the what-ifs that tormented her, the dark jokes she made at her own expense as a consequence of her past, and all the terrible misfortune that coloured their time together.

Things got much better after her pregnancy progressed and she got too focused on their move, obsessing over every little detail of their shared home, to concern herself with these things. It felt like a burst of optimism, being allowed to focus on the future for once rather than being tethered to her painful past.

But as her due date approached, it seemed like things became sombre again.

The light dimmed, a heavy fog settling in between them. She could only walk towards the light, hoping that it would lead to something good, rather than more tragedy. 

“I started writing in the baby book again,” Erika said, breaking the silence. Her voice was light, almost casual, but there was a tremor underneath it. Nevra’s hand stills for just a moment before he forces himself to continue tracing shapes in her belly.

The rhythm is broken, however. Too stilted to seem natural.

“Just little things,” she murmured, looking away. “The way you hum when you’re stressed. How you always bring me fruit for breakfast, even though you hate how it smells, the lyrics to lullabies from back home…”

“It sounds like you’re writing a farewell letter,” Nevra said softly, his voice tight.

She swallows, hard, there’s a beat where the conversation dies, too long, too uncomfortable when things around him felt so easy beforehand.

“Maybe I am.”

His grip on her tightened, his fingers curling protectively over her stomach. She distantly recognises the shapes he’s tracing as protective runes.

“You shouldn’t,” Nevra pleas, and she can’t bring herself to look at him. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“I just… want them to know me,” she said, her voice breaking. “In case I don’t—”

“You will,” Nevra interrupted, his voice firm. “You will know them. You’ll be there for everything.  And if you can’t finish that stupid book, I will. I’ll fill every single page... They’ll know you, Erika.”

She nodded, her throat too tight to speak, and leaned into his shoulder. He held her, a little too tightly, as the baby stirred between them, both of them lost in their thoughts.

—

It starts gradually.

She never expected labour to be like this. It doesn’t really matter how many baby books she read, or how many times medics walked her through all the steps of labour, the idea of it that always seemed to come to mind came from all the movies and shows she watched back home.

Things always start suddenly. A sharp pain, then your water breaks, then all hell breaks loose. In a neat twenty-one minutes, you’re holding your perfect, healthy, clean baby.

Reality is much, much more painful than fiction.

For starters, there’s a lot more waiting involved.

Waiting and counting.

Waiting until the contractions get strong enough, waiting until they’re timeable. Waiting until they’re close enough apart and last for long enough. 

Waiting until the water breaks, until her cervix is dilated. Until they can give her something to manage the pain.

Waiting, waiting, waiting .

It’s worse than the nine months that came beforehand. The wait seems far longer, heavier, and more anxiety-inducing.

Nevra was there the whole time. Labour lasted far longer than either expected, but he refused to leave Erika’s side, or their shared home until his firstborn was safe in his arms. He must’ve snapped at Eweleïn three times, begging her to do anything to do anything to mitigate Erika’s pain, before she threatened to kick him out and only let him back inside once it was finished.

He was much more compliant, then.

The early morning hours blurred together as Erika gripped the edge of the bed, her breathing ragged. Each contraction tore through her with an intensity that made the world tilt, and yet it wasn’t the pain that filled her with dread—it was the knowledge that this might be the end of the road.

The room was silent, save for the occasional rustle of fabric and Eweleïn’s hushed instructions. Erika can only barely process the flurry of movement around her as nurses and healers rush into position, getting vials filled with colourful potions into a table and preparing the station where her child is going to be examined. Why they hadn’t bothered to do so in the hours she was waiting for her cervix to dilate enough for her to be able to push was beyond her.

Erika’s laboured breaths filled the air as she clung to Nevra’s hand, her grip tight as she bordered on desperation. The birth had been harder than anyone expected, threaded with extreme caution. Her mind felt too hazy to properly process any words that weren’t “ push” and the vague notion that she had lost a little too much blood. 

She was exhausted and hungry by too many hours of labour and in terrible pain. Nevra whispered soft assurances into her skin, which made her feel a little better, even if she couldn’t understand them.

“Almost there, Erika,” 

Eweleïn said, her voice firm but gentle, though even she looked strained. As exhausted by the experience as they all were.

Erika nodded, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. She couldn’t waste energy on words. All she could think about was the fragile life she was bringing into a world that had never shown her mercy.  

“You’re doing amazing,” Nevra said, his voice trembling as he pressed a kiss to her damp forehead. “Just a little longer, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

She nodded, her grip tightening on his hand. 

“Nevra,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “If I don’t—”

“Please,” he cut her off, his voice sharper than he intended. He softened immediately, brushing her hair back, guilt flashing in his eyes. “You’ll be just fine. You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever known, and you’ve come so far..”

Erika closed her eyes as another contraction hit, her scream muffled against his chest.

Eweleïn’s voice broke through the tension.

“One more push, Erika. You’re almost there.”

Part of her wanted to scream at her old friend. It seemed like she was insisting that it was just one more push for hours. 

With a final, desperate cry, Erika bore down with all the strength she had left, and then there was silence. 

For one agonizing moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, Erika’s heart pounding in her chest as a familiar dread washed over her, until the piercing, shrill, wail of her newborn shattered the stillness.

It’s like they all breathe a sigh of relief. 

Her body slumps back into the pillows, finally allowed to relax after what felt like an interminable effort, but she is still trembling from the aftermath.

Then she cries.

Out of relief they both shared, that the worst was over. That she managed to overcome the biggest hurdle and they both pulled through. All those months of dread, all those nagging thoughts that tainted every happy moment were finally proven wrong.

Nevra let out a choked laugh, his own eyes wet as Eweleïn finally handed the baby to Erika.

Her hold on the newborn is a little awkward, but with her Eweleïn’s assistance, she’s able to hold the baby securely in her weak limbs. Her dear friend wipes away her tears with a proud smile, holding back her own tears through a thin veil of professionalism.

"It's a girl"

The elf announces, her giddiness is as infectious as her smile. Eweleïn lingers around the new parents for a brief moment, the three old friends relishing in the victory of a battle well-fought, before she leaves them, caught up again in the flurry of activity inside of the room. Their time with the newborn right now is limited, before she's weighed, cleaned and thoroughly examined, but Erika is glad to have this little moment of privacy. To be inside of this perfect little bubble with Nevra and the child she finally gets to meet.

The vampire regards them both with awe, his eyes lighting up as he watches their tiny, bloody little baby squirm in her mother’s arms. 

“You did it,” he murmured, his voice raw with relief. “You’re both here. You’re both safe.”

Maybe in a few years, when this is all long past them, Erika will manage to feign being offended at his blatant disbelief, but right now, she echoes the sentiment. 

They’re both there, and safe .

She had grown too used to things being good, too good , and then being ripped away from her.

In her eyes, the past few months, where she got her life back with Nevra, was an anomaly. She lived in fear, waiting for her time to run out, for the inevitable other shoe to drop, for another world-ending event to wipe away all of those she had loved.

But now she holds her baby close. Her precious little girl, with her father’s pointy ears and her mum’s nose, allowing herself to enjoy the moment with no reservations. No catastrophising. Even if it doesn’t last, and the fear of their future crushes her again, she allows herself this one thing.

The weight of her survival was heavy, but for this moment, it was worth it.

For her.

—

The stars were scattered across the night sky as Erika sat on the edge of the cliff overlooking the forest, weeks later. The baby, swaddled and asleep, was cradled safely in her arms. The aengel had insisted on being left alone, though Nevra had hovered like a shadow at the edge of her vision, reluctant to leave her or their daughter’s side for even a moment.

She allows him to walk the familiar path with them, a few steps behind. It’s a little game— He can join, just as long as he stays out of her view. If she spots him directly before they reach their destination, he needs to go home.

There isn’t much one can do with a child this new, but Erika manages. As soon as she could, she started taking her baby on little walks around the HQ, strapped to her chest, covered in soft clothes she hated to wear. Her walks usually happened at night, when the baby couldn’t stop crying and she needed to do something to keep herself sane when everyone else was asleep, and they were both away from prying eyes and well-meaning advice she frankly did not want.

She started by walking to the centenary tree, sitting by her own statue, talking to an old friend who was long gone, hoping the dim lights and her soft voice would soothe her child to rest. Later, when she was strong enough, her feet took her to the same cliffside that had shaped so much of her recent life.

Erika was no longer fragile from the delivery, but she wasn’t whole either.

The same powers that had once healed her so quickly now seemed sluggish, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something about them had changed , evolved, much like everything else in her life.

Her bond with Leiftan still existed, and on the worst nights she could still sense him, sending her comfort in the only way he knew how, but he had mostly blocked her off. Her senses had grown mostly attuned to her child, helping her understand her daughter’s needs without fumbling as much as she feared she would. 

It’s strange to think that she’s a mother, now.

It only feels real now that her baby is in her arms, but it’s still an adjustment to be given this new title, to the way that people now perceive her.

Nevra joined her without a word, sitting close enough that their shoulders touched. He said nothing at first, allowing her a moment of quiet if she wishes, or to tell her what has been bothering her.

He just wanted to be nearby.

“Funny, right?” Erika’s voice cuts through the night, barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake their child. “We were sitting here, seven months ago. In this exact spot. And I told you I was pregnant.”

He smiles, almost despite himself, filled with a sudden nostalgia. She knows he’s just as exhausted as she is.

“The best, most terrifying night of my life.” 

Nevra announces, which makes Erika laugh, almost despite herself.

“You didn’t seem scared .”

“I was.” He admits “I still am.”

Why wouldn’t he be, after all?

Parenthood was scary. The moments leading up to it were, and the reality hit her much worse.

She loved her daughter more than words could say, but sometimes she felt like she had a hard time truly bonding with her. Feeling like herself again.

It’s a strange thought, that defined so much of her time after she woke up from her sacrifice. Others perceived her as a saviour, as a living legend.

The last Aengel.

Her friends regarded her as a long-lost friend, someone they loved but couldn’t quite remember. An echo of a different time.

She was always so lost in the different expectations. In all the titles she was given, and how much they clashed with the reality of who she is. Or at least she perceived herself as being.

The truth, she found, is that she, herself, doesn’t know the definitive answer.

Perhaps it was presumptuous to once think she did.

She’s a mixture of everything and nothing at all. Beyond all the suffocating titles, the weight of expectations, her fears and her story, she’s Erika .

The only way to feel like herself is to be herself. To stop pretending like she’s okay and like she isn’t afraid for the sake of others, to stop acting like the perfect sacrifice. The heroine they all craved.

It’s who she wants her daughter to know her as. It’s something she’d known for a long time, what was harder was to be that person, not just simply write down those words in a journal.

“She deserves more than this,” 

Erika said finally, voice barely above a whisper.

“More than what?”

Nevra tilted his head. 

“More than a mother who will probably leave her before she learns how to walk,” Erika replied, bitterness lacing her words. “More than a father who has to juggle the world’s problems with raising her.”

Nevra didn’t flinch. He had always been steady like that, even when everything else felt like it was crumbling. He was just as scared as she was, she often reminded herself, and only recently had grown comfortable in expressing those fears to her.

“You’ve survived everything thrown at you so far,” he said, his voice firm but kind. “I know you don’t want to be the saviour again, but you’ll do it. Because you’re you.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

She looked at her daughter’s face. As how her plump cheeks are squished against her mother’s chest, deeply asleep, so serene, so full of life, and felt her heart ache. How could she bring herself to love this fiercely again, knowing it could be taken from her in a second?

Nevra rested his hand over hers, where it lay against the baby’s form. 

“She has all she needs, Erika. She has parents who love her, and people from the HQ and beyond who’d lay down their lives for her in a second if asked.” That makes her chuckle. “And most of all, I know that if something were to happen to you, you’d fight like hell to come back to us. You have before, back when you had much less to fight for.”

He said simply, the weight of his sincerity breaking through her walls. He’s right, she knows he is. She just needed to accept it.

She closed her eyes, letting the tears come.

When the sun rose, Erika stood at the edge of the forest, her daughter in Nevra’s arms as he waited nearby, shielding the baby’s eyes from the bright light. The horizon blazed with gold, and for just a moment, it felt like clarity.

It was her lighthouse, her way out of the fog that obscured her vision, out of the darkness and weariness that had once consumed her.

Erika spent so long fearing her death that it was hard to accept that, for once, she was allowed to live.

Things wouldn’t always be easy, and the calm she now knew wouldn’t last forever, but there was no use in suffering for what might be and losing all the joy of the life that she painstakingly built for herself. She had her happy ending all along, but in her fear, she didn’t even realise it.

She was tired of losses and of every single milestone being tarnished by her fear of the future. So, for now, she looked to the present. 

Erika turned back to them, her family , and smiled through her weariness.

“Just a little longer,” 

She whispered, more to herself than anyone else. When she smiles, she finds it to be sincere.

The road behind them was filled with darkness, perhaps, but she looked to the light that guided them. 

For her child. 

For Nevra. 

EZAREL

It was you who approached first to Ezarel, as you were commanded to seek help from him for a mission. He wasn’t very interested at first in approaching to you. We know how Ezarel was at the beginning, even if he had his reasons. He was impatient with the fact that you struggled to talk too loud towards him, crossing his arms and simply waiting for you to finish your sentence. He’d make a little bit of fun, imitating you as a way to extract more information about you. Ezarel felt some sort of warmth to see your frustrated reaction, stuttering a bit until you let all the message out.

And you avoided him at first, because you clearly didn’t enjoy that interaction very much. However, Ezarel talked about you with his friends, and Valkyon scolded him as if the elf was a kid. He told him that he should be more patient, like common respect! Then Ezarel was like mehh whatever you say, dad >:(

But it made him feel slightly guilty tho… so he started being kinder, approaching you first to share a rare meal with you, so you try new eldaryan food, ooor being kinder, in general. You were kind of grateful by his change, but confused. But he was also confused about why were you being so quiet and nervous around everyone.

He wonders why are you avoiding his gaze most of the time? Does he seem threatening? Why do you stutter so much? But with time, he started finding it adorable. And he learnt to be patient.

With time, he grew used to it. Your friendship also grew stronger so you felt more comfortable around him. You also got used to his teasing when you both were alone. The smirk on his face makes you wanna hit him, the way he approaches too much or throws a comment that tests your social limits. Seeing you getting so nervous is cute.

But he wouldn’t keep going if he sees he’s overstepping any boundary. When you seem uncomfortable or even anxious, he stops. Ezarel has a sixth sense to know that you’re too nervous.

When you both become a couple, he initiates physical contact to make you shy. He’d caress your waist subtly, seeing how you tense up, or even whispering in your ear an innocent and harmless “why is your breath so shaky? Are you alright?”

During social situations, he isn’t really overprotective or infantilizes you at all. If you want to express yourself, go on. He will keep his gaze on you, waiting for you to speak for yourself in front of others. If he sees you’re truly overwhelmed, he might take the lead of the conversation. His head movements are little nods, as a way to give you subtle motivation.

He initiates the physical contact if you’re too shy for that, such as taking your hand, or offering you his arm when he sees you’re containing yourself to do so. He loves how gentle and careful you seem to be with everything, even if he doesn’t agree with those insecurities that make you so awkward in social moments.

Ezarel will defend you if he sees someone is making you anxious from their insistence and their lack of patience.

NEVRA

During The Origins, he was the one who approached, completely curious about your whole presence on the HQs. At the beginning, he wasn’t used to be ignored or cause genuine awkwardness due to his behavior, since he believed that most of the creatures in Eldarya fell for him. He truly thought it was because he was irresistible and made you nervous —which is true, in a certain way—. 

He had fun making you shyer than usual, provoking those reactions in you. So he might say many double meaning comments that ends up in you needing to go enjoy the fresh air from how warm your face is. But Nevra soon realized that he could be triggering you.

As time passed, he knew when your behavior became awkward around others and started talking to you about any other casual thing, trying to distract you. 

You feel safer around Nevra, even though it’s easy that his cunty behavior makes you shy. But as long as it ain’t comfortable, it will be fun for both of you.

Nevra would never speak for you when it comes to social situations. He might be by your side so you don’t feel alone on that. One day, you had to speak up towards the team, following the orders of Miiko. Nevra would whisper a reassuring comment, but anything else. He might be behind you, arms crossed and looking around to make sure that everyone was behaving and paying attention to you. He might show a proud smile sometimes, nodding as he slowly nodded to your words. 

He is observant to physical reactions, in any context. After the speech to the team, you dried your sweaty hands on your pants. Your breathing was as heavy as if you ran for about 15 minutes straight on an inclined street. He’d approach, gently stroking your cheek and asking in a gentler tone than ever “would you like to go for a walk and get some fresh air?”

During A New Era… well, even if things had seemed to change, he still knows very good about your shyness. His short, distant answers made it uncomfortable for you. And it pained him to see you so nervous around him again. Even if you’re not as shy as when you first met him, it seems like a barrier has been set in that comfort from before.

Your delicacy to talk to him awakens that affection, that deep love he felt for you. And he cannot help but be even more attentive with you than before. You’re so much gentler than everything going on around his life. The fact that your shyness remains the same makes his heart warm, and one of the first times you both were trying to break the ice, he couldn’t help but smile subtly at the way your eyes moved to the floor, playing with your hands and trying to form a coherent sentence on your mind to not speak nonsense. He’d clear his throat and calmly say “don’t worry, take it easy.”

Nevra has always been patient with you, and will keep being it.

VALKYON

First, you two met thanks to him approaching. He was also a quiet man at first, but you really didn’t know if he was simply a quiet man or also shy. He has already seen that you are indeed shy, that’s why his inner voice told him to welcome you into the HQs in a kinder way than others. But he wouldn’t add pressure to you. There is no need to know and talk with everyone, but at least have a couple of friends to lean on.

He is very understanding about this feature and isn’t uncomfortable, curious or frustrated. Valkyon finds it natural and doesn’t add much importance on it. In fact, he believes that your shyness is a part of your charm.

He is also very respectful and prefers to create a peaceful environment where you can feel safe and comfortable. With time, you started to see that Valkyon wasn’t as scary as he looked and he literally was the sweetest.

He might talk for you sometimes, only if he sees that you are getting overwhelmed, that you are getting blocked on your thoughts and do not find the words. He quietly and calmly speaks for you, to express what you were trying to say, without the intention of imposing or whatever. He keeps looking at you as he talks to see if he caught your message and feelings well enough to interpret it in his own words.

Valkyon tries to encourage you through his acts, looking at you with patience and a little smile, giving you space to express yourself when you are ready.

He loves to see you smile and puts all his effort to make you feel confident. He knows that shyness can be a barrier, but he believes that with his support and your own will, this barrier will be brought down step by step, enjoying every small improvement.

He likes to spend quiet and peaceful moments with you, such as going on a walk, only the two of you, through places where you won’t find anyone to disturb your calm. 

Valkyon lowkey enjoys how you search his presence for comfort. You gently get a grip on his arm and follow him around as if you were just a part of his outfit. And it doesn’t bother him at all. He simply caresses your hand as a reminder that nothing will happen

He is well aware that you may hold a big insecurity inside to be this shy. And even if he doesn’t verbally say it, he presses little kisses on your head or forehead as a praising for your efforts. And whenever you are alone with him, he’ll dare to speak his praising towards you. But only in a place where you can only hear those loving words.

LEIFTAN

The moment he saw you was the moment he developed a genuine interest in your existence. You didn’t even notice it, but he stared at you from far away, his pupils dilating slightly. He approached at you to introduce himself, and the first thing he noticed is how small you suddenly got when he talked to you. He took a mental note that you were shy, which was adorable. It even made him blush a little, a warm smile on his face to show that he wasn't going to make fun of you -and he hoped that you got the message-.

Leiftan’s gentle treatment has always offered comfort and calm to you, that’s why it was easier to loosen up a little bit around him and be more confident.

Leiftan doesn’t make fun, doesn’t get impatient. He is more protective of you in case your clumsiness makes you get accidentally hurt, or in case someone else makes you insecure…

He never interrupts you or makes you feel like you have no voice for yourself. But if he sees that the situation is making you nervous enough, he puts on that sweet smile of his, and with a calm voice he takes subtle control of the situation.

When you start stuttering, he rubs your back gently and mutters “do not rush it, we have time,” trying to give you some security.

When your shyness is winning over you, he won’t overwhelm you with words. He knows all you probably want is peace. He approaches to you and takes your hand, no matter if it’s sweaty, and walks towards any spot of the area that is more calm. He has that gaze filled of warmth where he is asking you if you’d like to leave.

He is truly observant with your insecurities, and knows when you’re doubting of talking, when you’re feeling out of place, when you feel smaller. He doesn’t always act, but he stares at the creatures that made you feel like that sternly.

Whenever you take the initiative to do something, he either melts or smiles proudly, or both. If you surprise him by taking his hand, he might lower his guard a lot. If you suddenly give him a small kiss on his cheek, he feels all his blood accumulating on his head.

With Leiftan, you’ll slowly feel more confident, as his reassuring words and actions makes you feel safe. He would love to see you learn how to be less nervous, and seeing you put the effort to do so is a great reason to spoil you later with cuddles, kisses or your favorite snack!

MATHIEU 

Honestly, he believed you disliked him at first because whenever he was around, you avoided his gaze or were truly quiet around. He asked Lance if you felt uncomfortable around him or whatever, if his energy was too much, if you hated him... Then he noticed that your face was flushed when he was around: you were nervous. He finds it cute, and not in the sense of finding it cute because he made you nervous, since it could perfectly not be like that. It’s more on the sense of finding you cute, in general.

Mathieu tries to do random questions to get to know you better, a little bit insistent but without any bad intentions. You realized that he was trying his best to make you open up, but trying to seem patient himself. It was also cute from him to be like that. 

He has met a lot of people back on his daily life in earth who also were shy. He remembers those classmates who seemed to sweat or stutter at any short question from the teacher, and he can guess that you were just like that as well.

He gave you enough conversation to start to feel more comfortable around him, breaking that awkwardness and making you two feel like happy teens again.

He compliments you in public just to see you squirm and with an empty mind. He giggles like a mischievous kid and kisses your cheek “aww! Look at you, all nervous. How adorable!”

Mathieu knows when you are uncomfortable just by your expression, taking your hand and squeezing it a little as a way to say that it would be short until you both left. And to distract you from any situation that makes you uncomfortable, he’ll try to use his humor as a weapon against that situation. He’ll try to gain a laugh from you, enjoying it as if it was his favorite song.

Absolutely loves to see you take the initiative, making him shy this time. His face is pretty blushed when he feels your arms wrapping around his torso. A little, happy sound leaving his throat.

He is more verbal about his support, massaging your shoulders and cheering you up with comments like “come on, sweetie, you’re doing amazing,” and sometimes it doesn’t help much, but at least it makes you know that you aren’t alone.

Mathieu adores to see you shy after he has kissed you, pinching your warm cheeks as he makes fun of you in the most innocent way. Mathieu would never make fun of you to hurt you!

He talks about you with Lance and literally becomes so hyped talking about the cute things you do whenever you get nervous. But he also talks about the progress you’ve done in the last months with him, about how you seem to be more confident and brave to talk with others without being so clumsy.

LANCE

During The Origins… I’m sorry, he wasn’t too kind. At first, he perceived you as a bother. He didn’t even understand why someone so quiet and nervous was near the battlefield. 

He used to provoke you just to repel you. He knew how easy you got small and insecure just by the way you acted with your mates, and used that as a privilege to make you feel uncomfortable and force you to run away. Actually, he was also uncomfortable being around you.

He always crossed his arms, waiting for you to finish your sentence. Do you guys know this meme where a man starts stuttering “if if if if if” and the other makes fun of him? Lance would be the one making fun. He was very impatient during those times.

He was so mean that you truly wished to not find him during the mission because it would be a nightmare instead of a mission.

Nowadays, during the A New Era season, he is more patient and actually understands that you don’t want to even look at him. But he regrets everything he had done. He approached nervously, as if testing the waters to talk to you and apologize properly for everything he did in his past.

You both needed a long time to be finally comfortable around each other, and it took a lot of effort from both of you, and lots of communication. Now he’s grown the patience he didn’t seem to have before. When he sees you start stuttering and getting blocked, he softens his tone and says “I’m still listening, don’t worry. Take all the time you need.”

Lance seeks your gaze for his own comfort, not wanting you to run away from him for his past mistakes. He would like to make you feel comfortable around him and not feel like he is going to judge you again.

He doesn’t really know about how to comfort you, but he tries. He offers you his hand whenever you’re shaky, or dries your sweat when you’ve just gave a speech and are completely nervous, or even keeps his hand on your back as a reminder that he is there.

Lance always encourages you to speak up whatever you are feeling, whatever is with him or with others. He prefers you to speak up for yourself because he can get quite protective of you and speak too sternly for everyone’s comfort.

Whenever others’ are making plans, and you’re just quietly looking at everyone and nodding, he might ask your opinion in a low tone, not forcing you to speak up, in case you aren’t comfortable. He always has in mind your feelings and opinion, and understands that sometimes is difficult to open up with strangers or that you don’t feel confident enough to share some words with others.

But he definitely lets you be whenever you’re opening up to others and letting that shyness fade.

EZAREL

You were searching for Ezarel all over the HQs, you needed some potions for a mission. He wasn’t on the lab, nor on his room, so the next stop you’d thought he’d be in was the dinning hall. As you entered, you saw Karenn, so you decided to ask her: “have you seen my husband by any chance?”

Karenn couldn’t help but start laughing at your choose of words, and more when they caused a nearby elf to choke on his honey pot.

“Your… what!?” he practically exclaims. He seems offended but he’s actually just surprised.

He is embarrassed, but not as much as you are due to that slipped word. Karenn’s laugh doesn’t help to ease the embarrassment, so she picks her stuff up and says “well, it seems that you found your husband already,” you can feel the amused tone on her voice as she leaves.

Ezarel doesn’t talk about it at that moment, he just goes straight to the point about why you were looking for him.

During your mission, he stays on the HQs replaying that moment on his head. He gets nervous just thinking about it, hiding his face under his hand to avoid be seen with that blush.

Days later he’d talk about it. He’d ask you if you’d really be willing to marry him in the future. It’d be a vulnerable conversation, but one that makes him happy when he sees that someone loves him that much to want him as her husband!

NEVRA

You knew about your boyfriend’s past, about how many women had desired him and probably keep desiring him even if he is now happily taken. 

You were talking with some members of your guard during that night party on the dinning hall. Everything was going well, everyone was having fun. But of course, there were creatures that couldn’t respect the relationship you had with Nevra. Maybe it was envy, maybe it was just missing talking to such a beauty he was.

But your blood was boiling anyway, but you acted as calm and healthy as possible. You walked towards them and wrapped your arm around his, looking up at him with an affectionate smile, then at her. “If you excuse us, miss, me and my husband have to leave,” you said in the most casual way.

Nevra noticed the title you gave him and a proud smile escaped him. But he didn’t correct you. Why would he? He is perfectly fine with being your husband, and that would make him the luckiest man in the whole universe.

“Yeah, right, my wife and I had something planned tonight,” he quickly said, playing along and resting his free hand on his hip, back straight and the pride visible. “Let’s go, honey?” he asks you, letting you lead the way out that situation.

He teases you later about it, buuuut will add that title as a constant nickname to call you whenever you aren’t around. He always refers to you as “my wife”, no matter who he talks with and no matter if it’s not true yet.

VALKYON

You were helping him to clean some weapons on the Forge. There were some of the members of the obsidian guard preparing themselves for a new mission, setting their armors and picking some weapons. Some of them were helping each other to get ready and others were just chatting.

You dried your forehead from a few drops of sweat, wondering how Valkyon wasn’t tired of cleaning dry blood and sharpen the weapons. Looking around the swords, you found yours and got close to check on it. Someone behind you commented “wow, yours it’s truly sharp!”

“I know. My husband always makes sure it’s perfect for battles,” you proudly said, caressing the grip of it. The creature behind you simply nodded.

But Valkyon heard how you called him your husband and he paused his cleaning for a few seconds, assimilating what he just heard.

“Husband…?” he asks, loud enough for you to hear his confusion. You lowered your head, ashamed, just as he lowered his head to hide the little smile that was drawing on his lips.

He doesn’t tease you about it. In fact, when you get close to him again, he says “don’t be shy. I wouldn’t mind,” sharpening a sword with a that little grin on his face.

LEIFTAN

You both decided to spend the sunny morning off on the market, seeing the parades without rush. There were fruits you never saw on Earth, some jewelry and accessories, pastries, books… 

Most of the creatures living in the city of El spent their mornings walking through the market, starting the day slowly.

Walking through there, you found an old woman you once helped to find her companion, so every time she sees you, she initiates a short, friendly conversation. “What are your plans for today, dearie?” she asks with a lovely smile.

You looked at Leiftan, holding his arm, then you say: “I decided to spend the morning with my husband, since we both finally got free time.”

Leiftan’s eyes widen, and his cheeks get that intense red of shyness. He stutters a few things, not forming a word at all, shaking his head meanwhile. “Oh, n-no, no! We are not married,” he says with a nervous giggle towards the woman, “yet! Yet. Of course, I want to marry her but I… I need to purpose decently.”

It was so cute how he quickly rectified that the woman laughed along with you due to his reaction.

Once the woman leaves, he’ll look at you with a puppy face and say “have you ever thought about it…?” and he gets so so happy and sensitive when you say yes.

Ezarel

Something is different with you, but he doesn't know how to identify exactly what it is. So he stares. He stares until you're slightly uncomfortable.

“What is it, Ez..?” You ask awkwardly as you see him scanning your appearance constantly.

“Is it usual for humans to suddenly lose hair?” He raises an eyebrow. You doubt whether to laugh or face-palm. Meh... what about both?

The moment you said that you cut your hair, he'd react normally, as if it happened every day. And then proceeds to play with your hair.

He probably won't say anything about it out loud, but if he disliked it, he'd say it directly to your face. Which he didn't! So that's a good sign. In fact, he developed this habit of playing with the tips of your strands, curling your strands around his finger. This made you believe he liked it even if he didn't say it.

He loves it, my dear. He absolutely does. And he might stare at you from far away with a normal expression, but he is currently generating lots of compliments for you.

Luckily you don't read minds.

He sometimes plays with your hair by slapping it just to see it move. Of course, always being careful to not hitting you!

Nevra

Oh. My. GODD. 

If you want it to be a secret or to be discreet about it, spoiler: you can't. The moment he sees you appear with that new haircut he's gonna gasp loudly and approach you quickly.

He places his hands on your shoulders and looks at the beauty you hold on yourself. A great smile appears on his face, “you didn't tell me about this! You look great, hun,” he honestly speaks.

Plants a kiss on your forehead and lets you walk away. 

Then he might comment to his closest mates that you've gotten your haircut, and you look absolutely adorable. Makes sense why are YOU his partner.

And during the first week he'll randomly compliment your appearance by reminding you that you are very cute.

Kisses your hair occasionally, probably when you're focused on something or about to sleep.

Valkyon

When you first approached him to rant about a future mission, he clearly noticed. He is very observant but quiet about it.

His eyes fell to your hair sporadically, but casually, as he always does. Valkyon takes his time to admire your features whenever you're close to him. To memorize them. To think about them at some other moment he needs to think about you.

You were slightly disappointed at him not saying anything about it. But the moment your conversation reaches an end, he grabs a strand of your hair and says “your hair looks good like this, by the way.”

You left the room like :3.

And you can’t feel it, but his heartbeats are faster than usual. His heart needs to get used to that new view of you, which he has surprisingly fallen in love with.

Valkyon doesn’t fill you up with compliments like Nevra would do, but he'd randomly spit a few compliments in those moments where you are alone.

He’d never thought he’d like the idea of you with short hair so much, since he was used to seeing it longer. But he learnt that whatever the physical change is, you only surprise him by being prettier than before.

Leiftan

Probably the one who cuts… kidding, but he’s more than glad to do it if you trust him enough.

He got completely flustered when he saw your new haircut, looking at you in awe as if you were a mythological creature. He reaches to cup your chin gently, moving your head to see the angles of your hair. “I never thought you could be more perfect… but now... Wow.”

He’s a simp, not a surprise.

Helps you to style it if you’ve got no idea for it! Also offers himself to wash your hair because he loves to see the change of length, and to see how short it is when he clears your hair! It is so cute.

Leiftan will recommend you some products from Eldarya to make your hair more fluffy, which will make it very soft to touch and even cuter. 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s pretty used to hooking up with any creature and leaving. But how could he do that to you? He wondered lots of times how would he act once you both had your first time together, and he had never felt more urges and happiness to be around someone as much as with you. His body, his mind, all of him craved to spend time with you. For once, he wasn’t using someone just for pleasure, but to make your bond stronger.

As much as he likes to see the mess he has made on your body, he understands how gross it feels to be dirty and go to sleep dirty. So unless you want a fancy bath and a massage, he’s simply going to give you a wet wipe so you can clean yourself.

Kisses through your shoulders and neck, caresses all over those marks his fangs had left in your skin, lovely whispers that reassure you about what his heart is feeling. Nevra is such a softie and doesn’t even try to hide it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part about himself is his mouth. He can do lots of stuff with it. Nevra loves to use his lips to plant kisses on your forehead to say goodbye, on your eyelids to say good night, on your lips to express his genuine affection towards you. They can also let out truthful words about your beauty. And it seems that you’re gonna get to love them by how he also uses them during sex. Nevra kisses your skin with passion, as if it was the oxygen he needs to stay alive. He also kisses your lips to swallow your lovely sounds, but he can also go in between your legs and use his mouth to please you.

He likes everything about you, but if he had to pick a favorite spot it’d be your thighs and collarbones. Yes, he likes to dig his fangs in them. But other than that, he also enjoys caressing the skin of your thigh, squeeze it and kiss it, both innocently or during those times. He also likes to trace the contour of your collarbones and leave marks around it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

With the heat of the moment he almost never warns, yet his noises make it obvious. He comes so intensely I believe that his fangs show up, and he sometimes makes his bottom lip bleed from how much he bites it. Even if it isn’t too strong, but well he has sharp fangs… 

Decent amount of cum, pretty messy though. He likes to see his seed painting your skin so badly, so expect him to stain your thighs, abdomen, lips and whatever he can to mark his territory. It is so amusing for him. It is a thin liquid with a gray undertone which barely has taste. He makes sure his diet is good so it keeps tasting as good as it can for you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves to bite your neck and taste your blood as you’re being pleased because that way it has a stronger and better taste than when you’re chilling. Even though it’s not really a secret as this man is an open book during sex, and he rather let you know his likes and dislikes (and hopefully it goes both ways!)

He had even shared with you his wish to be pegged once and had no shame about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yes. It’s not a surprise. He knows good tactics to make you melt, squirm and even scream. When he has the chance to show you his good skills, he doesn’t even think twice about it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

One of his favorite positions to tease you is doggy style, because that way he can get to see you struggle to keep your balance. He likes to see the curve of your back, pointing your ass up at him as he pounds you from behind, satisfied with how you are drowning your noises into the pillows. Such a lovely view!

The idea of taking you against the wall makes him very excited too. Holding you completely by your thighs as he keeps them apart and pressing you against the wall, also a perfect view for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pretty goofy. He likes to tease and make you both laugh at any point, as he also finds cute that you both can relax and have some genuine fun during sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes. He believes that being completely shaved makes it more comfortable for intimate moments. He is a clean man and makes sure the skin is soft, good smelling and comfortable even for himself. He’d find pretty turning off to find any pubic hair around afterward…

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is gentler than you might expect, liking the romantic aspect of being so close and intimate with you. He fills your skin with slow and delicate kisses, moving your hair to the side as he whispers against your skin if you are doing alright. He can be playful, but he is a gentleman nevertheless. Nevra considers himself lucky to see you that way, holding your hips firmly as he is doing the job of filling your mind with pleasure and forget about everything.

Sure, he can say a lot of naughty stuff, but in between those bold words, sweet compliments and “I love you”s might escape as the peak is near for both of you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The moment he found you, he had no reason to do it anymore since he could rely on you. But obviously there are days in which there is no energy, and he doesn’t want to disturb you and cross a boundary. 

Nevra used to jerk off a lot when his hormones were pretty messy, but then he found out that he could have random flings and relied on those creatures to get rid of the urges. Plus sometimes one feels more like doing it all alone than taking time to search for any other person.

He likes mutual masturbation a lot, or when you simply decide to take the initiative to jerk him off.

He doesn’t know how his mind always goes from the most innocent and lovely thought to the most dirty ones. And more than once he has ended up with his hand in between his thighs, muffled and soft groans escaping him as he keeps thinking about you.

He gets tired quickly of his hand and goes on his adventure to find you :).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Biting. Not really a surprise, and not only because it makes you squirm and adds more pleasure, but also because the taste of your blood changes when you’re being lustful. That taste helps him to get going most of the time. Nevra also likes to see the light mark his fangs leave in your skin, tracing his fingers over it to feel it and proudly looking at it.

Tying up. He can respect if you don’t like it, since he would never force you into it. Yet he might try to insist you for trying it. He finds it arousing that you’re restricted from moving and all the pleasure, all the teasing, that is on his power. Your surprised reactions are so exciting he is always seeking for more, doing unexpected stuff that he knows you will like. He’s also aroused by the idea of letting you take whole control as he is tied up, letting you do whatever you wanted as there’s hardly something this guy doesn’t like.

Edging. He loves it, both edging you and edging him at the same time. This also comes along with playing with the speed of his thrusts, sometimes with the pressure of his fingers over certain spots… Nevra pays attention to your reactions, and even more when your body is involuntarily squeezing him from how mad he is driving you. So when your hole is getting tight, he suddenly stops, chuckling with a breathless tone as he practically makes you beg to reach the orgasm. He’d do it several times. He is truly cruel and might make you wait to come as many times as he feels like, yet that will make that the real orgasm is even more intense.

Mirror sex. Damn, dammit, the vampire couldn’t let you live in peace, no. Nevra loves to take you from behind and making you face the bathroom mirror as your expression is definitely contorting in pleasure. He grabs your chin and makes you keep your gaze in yourself, “look… look how stunning you are when I’m taking you like this,” he’d practically growl. Your flustered expressions are so amusing, he loves it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

No preference. He has no shame in doing it wherever it’s possible as long as you agree with him. Bed? Alright. Bathroom? That’s fine. The pantry or kitchen? Hell yeah. As long as he can enjoy of you, it will be fine!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Nevra is very easy to turn on. The lightest touch on his sensitive spots and he is already having a boner. Whenever you tease him by caressing his shoulders, shoulder blades, waist, abdomen, neck… he shivers and looks at you with that cocky smirk of his. He practically melts under your touch.

When you make sarcastic comments, or simply show any snarky remark towards him or someone. He adores it. He also gets pretty excited when you play along his teasing towards others. And mainly when you actively participate in the foreplay. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s hardly anything he wouldn’t do as he is pretty open to experiment. But he has boundaries and whenever things aren’t feeling good for any of you, he’d immediately stop and apologize for crossing any boundary.  He would hate doing anything hateful towards you physically or mentally. Spanking? Alright. Biting, yes please. Chocking, hmm fine, but going to the extreme of leaving a bruise never. Even he likes to get spanked and chocked, but he’d never feel good with getting a slap, so he doesn’t want to do the same towards you.

He’d never use you, never behave as a master who owns a slave or a toy.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Drowning himself in between your thighs equals to paradise to him. He loves it and craves it, and the touch of his hand pulling you closer to his face makes it very clear. He places kisses around your thighs, daring to mark them and drink blood from them. His fingers also take part of pleasuring you and caresses you in your core whenever his mouth is away from it. 

Man, seeing you squirm, holding your noises to not be heard only makes him more hungry for you. And his goal is to make you be loud and won’t be scared of trying harder, adding more pressure with his tongue, sucking right on the best spots, and sometimes even teasing his fangs over your sensitive skin.

As much as he wants to do 69, any of you might choke from the pleasure, and literally. So he doesn’t want you to suffer in his cock as you’re drowning in the intense pleasure he is giving you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Desperate. At the beginning he might be slow, being patient for you to get used to his size. But the moment he sees your walls are stroking him correctly, making some warm space for him, he goes crazy af. He thrusts desperate into you, just as he’d be desperate if he was being the one taken. Nevra likes to play with the pace, going fast and suddenly slowing down when he sees you’re enjoying yourself too much. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yeah! He’s always down for some fun, and there is always time for fun. Of course, he might prefer to take his time to enjoy of it nonstop, yet the idea of fucking you in a public bathroom, or the pantry, with the fear of being heard or seen makes him pretty aroused.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I almost answered this in the last point, but he is definitely willing to take a risk. What would be the problem of someone seeing him take you to heaven with his cock? It’s just a stroke to his ego. Or being taken by you? Also a stroke to his ego! That way he can show who he belongs to. The thing wouldn’t be too funny if it was a child, but he’d seek any way to make the kid forget about that and don’t get a trauma.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He doesn’t really have a button to stop. He could go all night with the proper breaks, hydration and playfulness. He is a vampire, needs shorter time to recover his breath from the orgasm. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Absolutely yes! He might have a box with toys for you both to use in each other, also cleaning products for it and lubricants in case they are needed. He is up to experiment, and he likes to add vibrators, handcuffs, blindfolds and dildos to the game. Be scared, because this guy will make use of every toy there’s in the bed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh yes, he loves it. He absolutely loves to tease you, it is like his hobby. He makes sure you don’t get things easily and that you need to beg for it properly to get it.

He also adores to be teased, though expect him to be a brat about it. He does it on purpose to receive some sort of punishment.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not ashamed of letting his sounds come out with each thrust. If he’s feeling good and his body needs to release those involuntary sounds, then he’d let them out. He hisses, bites his bottom lip and moans out loud. You might even hear him whimper, which might be adorable.

Whenever you want to shush him because it’s late at night, he will simply be louder to mock you, unless you find the way to shut him properly.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There were still creatures that tried to hit on him even after he started dating you. And do not worry! He might act as if they do not exist most of the time or just keep things casual and nothing related to the intimacy they once had. After all, he has no goal in making you feel insecure, and he enjoys flirting with you, not with anyone else.

So he also allows you to mark him without any shame (thing that he rarely let any fling to do as he wanted to be professional during working hours and not have any other mark than a fight scar), that will be the easiest way for him to brag about whose man is he!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is average under his pants, slightly longer but not a grower. He is around 12 cm. Has a pink, pretty and pointy tip, pretty sensitive right on it. There are notorious veins when he gets hard. And he is pretty proud of it!

He is also very clean and takes care he is very cleaned and prepared for any unexpected moment with you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Yes. High af. Above heavens. He tries to deny it, and sometimes he might even get horny by accident and absolutely ignore the feeling, yet his sex drive is high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He forces himself to stay awake until he hears your soft snores, then he allows himself to lower his guard and go to sleep. He had cleaned you both before going to sleep, so now the only thing necessary is to kiss the tip of your nose, snuggle closely to you and go to sleep.