This is what I think these characters would smell like us this insane a little bit I can't get it out of my head therefore I must share
Jason Todd- smells like leather smoke and something spicy and like new books
Bruce Wayne- he'd smell like cashmere, gin, and like really expensive cologne with a mix of cloves
John Constantine- smells like cigarette smoke, rain soaked nights, and old paper with a mix of whiskey and like a scent of spicy cologne but in a good way
Harley Quinn she smells like freshly baked vanilla cupcakes like strongly of vanilla frosting
Poison ivy- shed smell like freshly cut grass,green tea, and like wet soil right after it rains and early morning dew drops
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↳ chongyun, fanan/bonanus, lyney, wriothesley, and la signora × reader (separately) (royalty au!)
↳ genre: fluff, hijinks, a bit of crack(chongyun), hurt/comfort(wriothesley and maybe lyney's too), fantasy elements(signora) | wordcount: 1.8k | warnings: reader being a bit presumptuous and assuming(fanan)
↳ notes: while writing i did realize that some of these scenarios could happen even without the medieval setting, but i think everyone needs to imagine their favorite characters in a royalty au. at least once. for the aesthetic
—chongyun
if anyone's ever watched gravity falls, think of that episode where dipper explores the northwest mansion with pacifica. it goes something like that
your family, as well as even the servants around the castle, grew wary of things that went bump in the night over the last few years
eventually, they called in an exorcist to get rid of anything with malicious intent
his name was chongyun— the best of the best in liyue
it was said even the most gruesome of evils steered clear of his presence. and when you first met, you thought it was no wonder
with his icy stare and his imposing ceremonial greatsword, he looked almost surreal as the ghosts themselves
you were tasked with representing your family. you and the exorcist were about the same age, so your parents thought it would help make him more comfortable
once you got to talk to him personally though, that assumption immediately fell flat on its face
as you went through the palace, his coldness didn't seem to waver, no matter how much you tried to lighten the mood. his tone when speaking (limited to one word replies and/or lengthy explanations about evil spirits) was clipped and entirely professional
it didn't take you long to resign to the fact that you were probably annoying him, and so you stopped
chongyun, however, was left stuck asking himself why you'd suddenly started acting so stiffly
as you forlornly inspected an ancient vase, he wondered if he should apologize for.. something? was he being too cold? he hoped not
though chongyun did worry that his long time crush on you would have him combust if he ever stood an inch too close
besides, he was on a job. professionalism, chongyun. professionalism
just ignore the unwanted whisper of the xingqiu devil on his shoulder urging him to talk to you
he could do that later
maybe. hopefully
his friend would have definitely been having a field day if he saw him now, fumbling over himself about whether or not to initiate a conversation
you, however, had absolutely no clue what chongyun was glaring at the wall about. the mural maybe? was that cursed? you sidled up to chongyun's side and voiced your question to him
if you knew him any better, you'd recognize the vague pink creeping up his cheeks
—bonanus / fanan
you'd initially thought she was a.. strange choice to be assigned as your personal knight
to be honest, you used to think she was one of the nurses. you often saw her in the infirmary, her deep blue hair and pretty smile catching your eye quite easily
fanan's frame was slender, but with the way she carried herself, anyone might guess she was a member of the royal household like you
you couldn't imagine her in all that clunky armor, swinging a hefty sword against the other warriors. you had thought she was too soft-hearted for that
that was a misjudgement on your part
the first spar you witnessed her partake in was when she was training one of her subordinates
the first thing you were wrong about was her weapon— fanan didn't have a sword, no
she had two
long, elegant twin dao sword with carvings of the waves and ocean legends from the hilt to the iron of the blades. the metal was such a beautiful silver it could pass for blue under a certain light
the second thing you were wrong about?
fanan had no use for armor, apparently
she flowed as easily as water, practically dancing around her opponent in a blur of blue
her blades, the seafoam and her azure apparel, the current; she was a tsunami crashing into the tide
her opponent fell before a minute passed
"you've improved." yet she smiled at them, as sweet as ever
you had to hold yourself back from voicing your bafflement. improved? at this rate, you felt you might as well could have fired every other knight at the palace
"i noticed you stop to watch earlier."
it was only after fully checking in on her subordinate did she ask for your thoughts
"what did you think, your grace? was my performance to your liking?"
you could only blink at her
"y..your grace?"
"i—" you cleared your throat. "um.. yes. yes, it was. more than satisfactory, i think. you are quite skilled, sir bonanus"
then she beamed at your words
your heart fluttered
—lyney
in lyney's words, you were a noble of many treasures, and a bouquet of even brighter blossoms. you sometimes found his riveting manner of speech a bit difficult to understand, but that statement was thankfully not one of them
you thought the notion of having a jester was a bit silly. but you didn't have any other way to describe him either
you supposed magician worked well enough
to start, the court of fontaine was simply enamored with him. who wouldn't be?
a charming fellow from humble origins, rising up with nothing but the little mora in his pocket and the support of his family to keep him afloat. and he'd made it. in no time at all, he was a regular presence on the stage of the opera epiclese.
and while the court of fontaine was enraptured with the magician, lyney himself found himself enraptured by you
he didn't believe in love at first sight, but he knew when he was smitten
you came to every show. every night. he even caught a glimpse of your watching eyes during one of his smaller performances
the immediate night after, the opera's crowd was in complete shambles by the end of his tricks, when a single rainbow rose had been thrown into the crowd by his very hand
it had landed in your lap, just as planned
the look you shared that night was the talk of the entire kingdom for weeks
as for you.. well, he made you laugh. what else was there to say?
soon enough, lyney was giving out backstage passes (pass-es, he told lynette. but she saved him the trouble and requested you to come by herself)
you grew close quickly. lyney seemed like an easy person to get close to, after all. he was a devoted suitor as well; never passing up every opportunity to try and impress you or tell you how grateful he was to you for even looking his way
every performance after that concluded with a rainbow rose in your hand. sometimes even several
your visits to the house of the hearth (previously only for business) increased in number
so when the order came from father to get even closer to you and sleuth about your estate and properties, lyney's heart just about stopped in his chest
—wriothesley
you knew each other for as long as you could remember
he was just a random servant boy in the castle that liked keeping you company. you, in turn, had no complaints. he was fun, if not unpredictable, and a welcome interruption to the rigid palace routine
to him, you were like an angel. he called it the luck of the gods themselves that you wanted to play with him at all when they were kids
with the crown on your head as a halo, the cadence of your voice was your song. you always smelled so nice, and your hands were so soft. your smile, however, was the most stunning. the sight of it almost gave him a sense of pride, knowing that more often than not, it had appeared because of him
you were inseparable, and everyone hated it. especially your parents
it was almost ironic. of all the people to have figured out how the two of you felt about each other first, it had to be the ones that needed you apart the most
he didn't exactly help his own case, what with his smart mouth and knack for getting in trouble. it came as no surprise that he was at the receiving end of someone's scolding quite often. you just hadn't expected it to get so far
the trial went by you in a blur of whispers
"i always knew he was trouble" "what a dreadful child" "how unfortunate"
you couldn't sit still, practically leaning over the rail to look at him. you wanted to snap at your family gossiping behind you. you wanted to jump over the rail and run to your best friend. your only friend. you wanted to yell at him. you wanted to comfort him. you wanted to grab him by the hand and run off somewhere no one could catch you
and he wasn't even looking at you
if only you'd known what he was thinking in those moments. that the mere sight of you at the edge of his vision had him near tears
"i'll come back to you. i'll come back." he repeated to himself every night after that before he fell asleep, dreaming of you
years passed. wriothesley never forgot
now the duke of the fortress he was exiled to, he ran back to the overworld the first chance he had
as soon as he saw you on the streets of the city, he knew
and as soon as you caught sight of him, staring longingly after you across the street, you did too
—la signora
the signora lohefalter was a mysterious woman
the fair lady. an esteemed member of the snezhnayan court. from the way she dressed, the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, it could be said she was the very definition of the word 'luxuriant'.
between the two of you, it had started with a spark
on her end, a spark of interest
you were a bold one. whether you were a lowly servant, a fellow noble, or somewhere in between, you had a certain look in your eye. one of unyielding fire
it drew her in, this mirror of her own disposition
the court was often a rather desolate place to be. the people flew by and drifted off, colder than the wind. your heat was tantalizing to her. and eventually, she learned to crave your warmth
on your end however, the spark was rather literal
witchcraft was forbidden in all but written law. so when you caught the slightest lick of light escaping the signora's ungloved hands, you weren't quite sure what to do
she'd caught your gaze with an amused smile
"you look like you've seen a ghost, y/n."
not quite
it was an odd game of cat and mouse. it was as if the mouse bared fangs, and the cat was left to do nothing but scramble to catch it
it might take a while longer for her to accept her own feelings if you weren't a noble, or draped in finery from head to toe
but when she does, she claims the feelings with conviction. no matter how much longer it will take for the two of you to end your little game, it's clear what's going on to any outsider watching the two of you
maybe it wasn't so much that you wanted her caught. maybe you just wanted to know why. you've voiced this curiosity to her once, in one of your attempts to obtain a confession
she smiled again, in that coy, oh-so-innocent way that she did. she'd tell you, but.. well, you already knew, didn't you? what was there to tell?
and could you really blame her if she enjoyed the way you looked as you chased her down?
also you mentioned wondering about fanan’s backstory—this actually does not come up in my plot for the fic at all so i will just tell you: the person responsible for the accident fanan was in is osial, who in this universe is a corrupt businessman whose greedy behavior led to the deaths of fanan’s sisters.
my canonverse backstory for fanan is that she was a member of a pod of aquatic yakshas living in the sea of clouds before the archon war. sometime during the war osial took up residence in the sea of clouds and slaughtered many of the yakshas living there, including fanan’s sisters. after morax defeated osial, fanan decided to join him on the condition he would protect her old home from future harm, and in thanks for defeating the tyrant who ravaged her people. the situation in the fic is a reference to that, but i kind of forgot that it was just a headcanon and nobody would know what i’m referring to hahahaha
oh my god this is so real though!! osial on the finance bro grind............................. L,, FJSDKJFKDSJFKL i can TOTALLY see him w like slicked back hair and a tight fitting suit sitting all high and mighty in some company's c-suite LOL perfect image of a greasy businessman who's just a little fucked up
also canonverse headcanon accepted— it is so fire !! zhongli really making it his mission to get as many allies turned friends as possible in the archon war... but it's so sad :( her and xiao should. traumabond
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I think i;m stressed. i’’ve been typing like a madwoman all day. on another note, have more lost/found snippet for upcoming chapter.
Preparations complete, they meet up with Fanan’s cohort, and travel light footed and swift towards Qingce, everyone tense and ready for the worst. Not even an hour past the edge of Morax’s territory, well into the region that had belonged to Xiao’s once-master, the region so damaged that Morax had elected to leave it alone to heal rather than absorb into his territory... they encounter the first destroyed village.
“Xiao,” Fanan calls, “Do you think this is the Chi’s doing?”
Carefully, Xiao inspects the ruins. The few recognisable corpses, the lingering miasmas around them. Nods, grimly. “Not them, not directly. Someone they have... granted a portion of their power to. A subordinate, or subordinates.”
“I see. The lingering souls...” Fanan has almost begun the purification, when Xiao stops her. “Do not. Not yet. The ones that linger are still... pained by their manner of dying. You will hurt yourself when they fight your attempt to give them peace. After... after Lord Morax has dealt with the Chi, and enacted just recompense for the breaking of contracts, then you can... try. They might be easier to budge, then.”
Reluctantly, they move on.
Another day of careful scouting later, they are encamped for the night in a shallow cave system when Xiao, sensing something approaching at speed on the wind, swiftly snuffs the campfire and hurries everyone underground. The first soft, curious question has barely made it out of the junior yakshas’ mouths when they all hear the reason for the hasty evacuation – something heavy lands with a barely heard thump, and begins to investigate their abandoned camp.
The Chi? Fanan asks. Xiao shakes their head. Not strong enough. Probably the subordinate they imbued with power.
Carefully, Xiao reinforces the hasty ward against notice they’d laid over the cave as they hurried everyone in. Just in case. Hours later, the investigating being leaves. Xiao doesn’t let the junior cohorts out to investigate, cautiously slipping out themselves to check if the coast was clear. It is. Upon their return, they tell Fanan, “We should scout by night, and rest by day, instead. Just in case.”
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