Akivlii, The Trailblaze! You join the astral express on their journey following Akivlii.
Characters: Welt, Himeko, March & Dan Heng
Lan, The Hunt! You follow the path of the hunt after the path of the abundance almost destroyed your homeland. That-or you follow the path of the hunt, walking alone in the galaxy.
Aha, The Elation! Youâre either a psycho like your s/o, or follow along to your s/os ideals. Who knows where the path of elation will lead you.
Characters: Sampo & Sparkle
Fuli, The Remembrance! The remembrance works with memories from the past to create their own future. You both follow the path, hoping to recreate those memories.
Characters: Black Swan
Irdilla, The Beauty. Despite the aeon being dead you still follow them anyway. Beauty is everything afterall.
Characters: Argenti, Kafka, Fu Xuan, Acheron, Ruan Mei, The Herta
Xipe, The Harmony! You follow the path of the Harmony, one who will bring order to the world.
Characters: Robin, Sunday, Boothill, Misha
No One! Amphoreous doesn't follow the paths of Aeons-instead they follow the titans, it could be Oronyx or even another titan. Since you are unaware of Aeons, they don't exist for you.
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yandere opal with a rlly shy and sweet s/o đđ
Hmmm i think i can pull that off
.Awwww... your perfect.
.Your naturally shy nature is an immediate atraction for opal its somthing that both amethyst and pearl would love and naturally opal too prehaps it would even be the very thing that gets her attention in the first place
.Your sweet nature would drive opal feral she wants nothing more then to just hold you in her arms forever protecting her while you praise her it would please her amethyst side being constatly reasured and her pearl side would love having a lover who wouldnt leave them
.you are just... too prescious
.Opal has a naturally laid back carefree personality cobined with the prisison and grace of pearl means she would be an expert of teaseing being able to say things about you but with a graceful flirtatiousness she would be able to drive you into a flusterd mess. But that would also make you easier to manipulate
.Once she drives away the few freinds you had she would try to make you dependent opon her so that you stay with her although she would try and justify by saying that she is protecting you or she might just be deluded enough that she pushes it to the back of her mind
Notes: No one requested this but I wanted to write it.
Dorian, Fearne and Orym's nicknames included in the Bell's Hells version đ And also check out the Mighty Nein version đ
~ Poet
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Dariax đ
"Baaaabe"
It's a drawn out whine emphasised with grabby hands as if he's been aching for your touch after so many years apart. But in reality, it's just been an hour spent scouting. He tugs on lapels of your long coat, gives you puppy eyes until you incline just a little bit to meet his height so he can nudge your nose with his. He immediately breaks out in a smile, satisfied, and murmurs a sweet "Hi, baby."
"Honey"
Oddly domestic but he says it with a sly bite to his inner cheek and a raised brow, a dirty smile on his face before you decide to smother him with so many kisses that he erupts with giggles - yes, giggles. He hums happily, and the vibration in his chest echoes the butterflies in your stomach.
"Bubba"
Your thoughts are interrupted by the repeatedly cooed nickname and the accompanied poke to your cheek. Then another. And another. You snatch his wrist to stop his prodding and tear your gaze away from the book in your lap only to come nose to nose with the sorcerer. He's beaming at you, and asks very nicely if you'll read aloud to him.
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Fy'ra Rai đ
"My darling"
She places one of your hands over her heart and its comforting staccato, tucks her face into your neck and whispers sweet words and promises that make your eyes tear up. She's got a hard exterior, but a soft inside, and is an unexpected romantic.
"Beloved"
It's said in passing, in little moments that are so normal, so ordinary and they should not feel important - but they do. Because she makes you feel special, cherished, protected and cared for. Planning where the group will go next, she nudges her hip with yours while observing the group's map. Dariax and Opal exchange knowing looks beside you, but she rolls her eyes with a good natured smile when she moves to hold your hand.
"Wildfire"
It's a cheekier side to her, one that not many are privy to. You're getting ready for bed, tugging on a soft sleep shirt when you hear a light knock on the door. She's leaning on the doorframe with folded arms and a soft smile, hair flicking quietly and her expression glows with warmth at the sight of you.
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Opal đ
"Lucky"
She leans up - the heels in the boots she's currently wearing not offering a lot of height - and presses a sticky sweet kiss to your cheek. You can feel her fondness and that evil smirk against your skin. She leaves behind a red print of her lips behind as a memento, and chooses not to tell you. It's your responsibility to eventually find a mirror and attempt to wash it off.
"Sugar"
The drawl in her voice is a little more prominent when she wants your attention. She holds a slice of her pie up for you to taste, a family recipe. She loves taking you to Byroden, introducing you to her hometown and its people and traditions. It's nice to have someone to share it all with.
"Sweets"
She hates mornings. Her hair sticks up at impossible angles and there's a crease between her brows due to her grumpy face. But then you hand her some coffee, an extra spoonful of sugar mixed into the dark roast, and she takes it gratefully from where she's curled up in your shared bed. She seems a bit more awake when she tugs you down for a thankful cuddle.
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Cyrus đ
"Buddy"
He's so darn awkward oh my god. He's so bad at flirting before you get together, and he sort of accidentally friend zoned you clumsily in the very beginning. You still tease him about it to this day, making him flush bashfully.
"Beautiful"
When he's not actively trying, he actually can be very smooth. Your chin is pinched between his fingers, and his face is just a breadth away from your own, his eyes sparkling as he drags his gaze from your lips to your eyes. You feel all warm and gooey inside, and he lets out a nervous chuckle when you whisper back that he's also quite pretty.
"Cookie"
When you're scolding him for getting in the way of danger, or frustrated after a long day of travel, he reaches out to cup your face softly. He pouts, lips pursed tightly, and it's so endearing that you slowly feel that tension begin to fade. Suddenly, he squishes your cheeks a little and kisses the tip of your nose, thumbs smoothing your skin comfortingly while he asks what he can do to make it better. You can't help but fall into his arms.
"You better get your daughter Su, cause I'm about to FUCK HER UP!" You throw metal at the airbender, as she swiftly doges it, pissing you off. She was laughing, which only ceased to anger you. Though, that wasn't her intention, she just thought you were so cute when you were angry.
Su sighed, facepalming, as Lin watched in distaste as you and Opal continued to fight. Well, it was more you fighting and Opal dodging.
"Are they always like this?" Lin looked at her sister, who was holding her chin, watching you closely.
"All. The. Time."
Opal finally blew you into a wall, before yelping and calling your name. "Oh my Avatar! Are you okay Y/n."
Su and Lin finally walked off, since it seemed your fight was over.
Opal sat on the ground, looking over you, "Are you okay?"
You groan, grabbing a rock and hitting her in her temple. She winced, rubbing it.
"Ow, what was that for?"
"I had to get the last hit."
"But you also got the first hit?"
"And?"
She sighed, but got up and tried to help you up, but you shrugged her off. She sighed, but watched you get up in displeasure.
"Is Kuvira still here?"
Opal frowned, her eyebrows downturning, "I'm sorry?"
"Kuvira, you know... Your sister?"
"She's NOT my sister."
You turned to Opal, smirking, "Wow, no wonder she's evil, with a mean sister like you," You remark, turning back away from her.
"I'm not mean!" She tried to defend herself, as you laughed at her. "Do you like her better than me?"
"Are you jealous, Opal?"
"Yeah. I guess I am.."
You turned around, yet again, you didn't expect her to admit it, "I don't like her better than you," you got in her face, causing her to blush, "You're both on the same tier in my opinion." You laugh when seeing her frown and her nose scrunch up.
"Y/n! I'm serious."
"So am I!"
You laugh hard, as she airbends you on your back, pissed you weren't taking her seriously.
"Oh Opal, you're so cute when you're angry."
She doesn't look at you, her face a bright red. Did you know you feed her obsession? As she looked at you, she figured you didn't know, but that's okay. When she has you, you'll know the truth.
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Omg I just found your blog and I'm in LOVE with your writing! I read your 'post tumble in the hay' headcanons, could I get a pre version with the exu crew? Who would be nervous, excited, shy etc? Thankyou!
Thank you! I hope this one turned out to your liking! đ
(Dorian)
Dorian gets awkward the moment he realises someone is actually flirting with him. It just sends shivers down his spine. Thatâs no different with you. He might say something flirty as a joke and when you quip back in an equally flirty manner heâll be like a doe in the firelight.
If others notice and call him out heâll tell them to shut up. He might find it within himself to make another comment to you, and if you return it slowly the awkward will fade and the smooth wordsmith will come alive. Thatâs enough to get the others to back off.
Itâs a game to see who can push who over the edge first before either one of you intends to make good on promises made. Usually the others would have already left you to your own devices but if not, Dorian will be all awkward until youâre out of their sight. Once you no longer have an audience, heâs definitely not opposed to making you pay for your teasing.
(Orym)
Orymâs got major parent energy. That means kisses shared when âthe kidsâ arenât looking, words spoken when others canât hear that leave you flustered, and plenty more, the halfling has turned into a fine art. Heâs not shy about it, in fact he takes pride in it. Rarely can you get him flustered like he does you when in company.
Itâs in the small gestures it becomes clear Orym implies the wish for something more private. Heâll put his hand on your thigh, massaging soft circles into the flesh, just a little higher up than usual, sticking closer to your side whenever youâre on the move, ignore, brush aside or pass up on any tasks he or you are asked to do to give you both the free time.
When all is well and dealt with and no impending disasters loom above, outright obvious terms of endearment will be spoken, wandering hands and intimate kisses no longer need to be restrained for the sake of appearing like responsible adults. Instead you can fully indulge in what others might describe as the practices of horny lovesick young adults.
(Fearne)
Fearne misses a lot of social cues due to cultural differences. Among those are the ones expressing a desire for intimacy. Itâs not necessarily boundary crossing or truly inappropriate, just different and less restricted than the majority of the customs of Exandria. Most of the times itâs just cute but sometimes youâll have to rein her in when she gets carried away.
Be prepared for nuzzles and little nips at your neck and shoulders, arms wrapping around you pulling you into her lap. Fearne loves the little noises she can get you to make and the others will most definitely describe you as âthat coupleâ when youâre at it again. When those comments are vocalised and you tell her this might be a little too much, sheâll stop.
Though when you ask her to stop, hear ears will lay flat against her head and sheâll give you the most irresistible puppy-dog eyes. How could you say no to those? Besides itâs not like youâre not in the mood after the marks of her earlier ministrations making it none too obvious you fully consent. Sheâll be giddy and mischievous upon your verbal agreement some alone time might be in order.
(Dariax)
Dariax has a certain bravado to upkeep. Heâll be all suave and a true charmer until it actually comes down to feelings. He doesnât necessarily get awkward but might miss some cues at times. Youâll be sure to make it very obvious what your intend is and when he catches on, when in public that bravado is an act he feels the need to keep going.
Despite what he may pretend to be the dwarf doesnât have as much experience to show for it. Sure heâs had his flings but this is different. Heâll let you take the lead and itâs very much a; push and push back dynamic. He doesnât want to compromise his act and will totally pretend heâs just letting you play with him.
This dwarf has a heart of gold and it really shows. Once you break away from the watching eyes of the others heâll check in with you, making sure youâre alright and if he didnât push too far. Caresses and kisses will be very gentle. To him, you are like a treasure meant to be cherished.
(Opal)
Opal is a rather intimidating and physical individual. Regardless of the opportunity or mood she will not hesitate to have some kind of physical contact with you be that to simply have an arm draped over your shoulders or waist, holding hands, sit in your lap or you in hers. She loves brushing her fingers lightly along your skin.
Though, when Opal gets needy she retreats into her shell a bit more. Despite presenting herself as a confident badass sheâs got many insecurities and a lot of them have to do with more intimate attachments and dependancies. She knows she can be a lot and she just wants to avoid being too much.
Youâre one of the few people who can break through that shell and pull her back out. It may take some gentle teasing, endearing comments but eventually sheâll get there after positive reassurance you love her as is. With that confidence, despite the company sheâll up and pull you along. If anyone asks where youâre off too she will shout exactly what sheâs planning. No filter.
Hes a pretty insecure guy even though he doesn't openly say it out loud so ever so often you need to give him comfort and let him know how much you care about him.
He has nice sense in fashion so if you ever want him to choose your make up , the clothes your wearing or need an opinion on your hair style hes the perfect perfectionist.
Please force him to leave his house once in a while
He is a very soft and calm person but at times he will make a bit of jokes and tease you because of how cute you are.
He really admires you , he goes to therapy now because of you and he feels so lucky that you love him the way he is.
Likes to compliment and give you roses hes a slight romantic but a bit of a gentleman so he would always be the one getting you gifts but if you give him some he would be very happy even if its small.
First kiss scenarios for the Exandria Unlimited crew.
Anon: Could i please have some first kiss scenarios/headcanons with the EXU crew and the reader? Thank you!
Gender neutral reader, the reader is plus size/chubby/mid size but honestly anyone can read if they want.
Image not all related just they're all very pretty. I proof read it but I'm very tired so there could be some typos.
Dariax Zaveon:
The pub is lively with the dwarven version of âCome on Eileenâ and the sloosh of beer tankards clink together in drunken joy.
You sit, well slump, in a booth near the back of the pub as you small friend Dariax drunkenly sings along whilst standing on his seat.
In your tipsy slur you wonder if it would be rude to grab the dwarf down from his seat and snog his face off.
Actually, for most of the day you have been thinking about how the best way to kiss him being that you are way taller than him.
Would it be rude bending down to kiss him? Or do you get milk crates for him to stand on?
Regardless of how you just want to kiss and confess to him.
Despite your crush on the small man, you never think of it unless you want to become flustered and embarrassed but considering youâve been drinking since the morning all logical thinking has been thrown out the window.
You and Dariax have been celebration since succeeding in your mission *cough*crime*cough* the night before.
The first sip of alcohol was to calm your nerves but the second was to dull the pain of a light stab in your arm and the rest have been to celebrate the hefty amount of gold in you deep pockets.
Unlike Dariax who drinks like baby on a bottle you steady yourself with a cup of water always next to you. An empty basket of bready lays on the table in front of you from you wolfing down the crusty bread.
Now full and slumped down, not caring your plush body is bunched up in a less that âprettyâ look you look up to the singing dwarf who has your heart.
âI want to kiss him.â You think as you look up at him, you chin pressed to your chest and your cup balancing on your stomach.
Dariax peers down at you, for once in your friendship him being taller than you. You may be scrunched up in a drunken mess but the is enamoured with your beauty and the stupid smile on your lips.
The dwarven man has liked likedyou for a while and even now, the two of you are blasted out of your minds, he still does. Youâre a plus size person who looks so soft despite towering over him, of course the auburn beard man wants you for himself.
The half drunk man flops down next you, his tankard spilling a cocktail of spirits over the worn wooden floor of the pub. You sit up slightly so you no longer have a triple chin and an achy back, you hand catches the tankard on your tummy.
The two of you lean in about to talk.
âYouâre a-â you begin to speak but are cut off by Dariax grabbing your shirt and kissing you.
It sloppy and you faces bash together but you rake your hands into his beard, the tankards of alcohol discarded as the kiss deepens into to tongue filled kiss.
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Dorian Storm:
Dorian cleans the blades from his musical instrument weapons in the dim light of the newly awaken sun.
He had just arisen with the sun and the peacefulness of the Innâs garden is the perfect place to clean his weapons in.
He currently sits on an old stone bench in the pub garden, a tree as his back rest as he zones out into his work.
You had awoken just after him and now you chill lounging on a wooden pub chair along with your aged, knitted blanket that you snagged at a market all those years ago.
By now all that has been said between the two of you is a quiet âgood morningâ. Despite this the two of you happily sit in each otherâs company.
You look over to Dorian, who is fully clothed unlike you in your sleepwear.
âDo the blades effect the sound?â you blurt out to the air genasi in pure interest.
âPardon.â He looks up from his spot his ice like eyes staring at you in confusion as the quietness is broken.
âIf the blades are a part of the instruments then thereâs more to them?â you tiredness messes up your explanation so you try again, âSurely the weapons add more weight and mass to the instruments, so surly thereâs a different sound to them?â
âWell-â Heâs a bit taken a back by you sudden interest of his weapons/instruments but then as his minds fades out of surprise he realises that something like this was coming.
For one thing he getâs along with you the most out of the group; out of everyone he made you his friend first. For a second thing he always sees you looking over his instruments (and unknown to Dorian you steal glances at him also).
He scoots over the end of the bench and beckons you over. You scoot the wooden pub garden chair closer to him so your legs are almost together.
Dorian begins a hyper-fixated explanation of his instruments and their workings. He points out the different components of his weapons/instruments whilst you just listen and slowly lean forward closer to him, taking in the details of the cool items.
He to leans closer into you as he explains, you knees know touching and his ombre hair dangling on your arm.
Your fingers skim over the delicate details of the lute, you focused on the woodgrain and his soft spoken words.
His words fade off though as the two of you look up from the lute, your faces too close.
He is higher up for the wooden chair you sit on; the chair is low and creaky almost like a deck chair so as you lean forward, he leans his face down your lips almost touching.
His blue nose bumps your before he leans his face sideways and the two of you fully kiss a short and sweet kiss.
You both pull back just a bit so your lips are apart by your noses are touching, a purple blush on his face and your face warm with delight.
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Fearne Calloway:
The want to kiss Fearne is always there but the tangle of poison plants and the incapacitating nervousness stops you from it.
Little Mister currently runs back and forward on you shoulders weighting you down. You like the fire monkey friend but you are not used to him lingering on your shoulders.
âMister.â You warn like a parent, âPick a shoulder and stay there please.â
The monkey yells and decides to hug you head instead of choosing a shoulder to perch on.
âOkâŠfine.â You mumble as the monkey holds his hands on your forehead.
As you struggle with the fire monkey Fearne looks over to you with loving eyes.
âAre you ok (y/n)?â she dreamily asks as she clip clops over to you, âLittle Mister are you being nice?â
You turn and pause at the beauty of a woman that stands in front of you, Little Mister bops up and down, his hands grabbing at your head.
âHeâs a bit grabby.â You smile, the breath leaving you lungs from looking at Fearne.
âHere-â Fearne encourages you to hold out your arm. When you do her long finger wrap around your forearm creating a bridge for the monkey to walk across.
â-Come on Little Mister.â She coos.
Mister yells but clambers across you conjoined arms stopping in the middle were Fearneâs hands grip your arms. The black, white and orange monkey gives you a giant grin, licks of fire protruding from his dagger teeth.
He then tramples up onto Fearneâs shoulders but does not stay. He leaps off causing the woman lurch forward, her body pressed against yours her hand that once gripped your arm now in your hand.
âYour eyes are very pretty.â Is all she says, a soft smile on her lips and her fingers intertwining with yours.
Your noes sniffles and face flusters at being so close to the fauna woman.
Her other hand wonders up to cup the round of your face her thumb holding your chin as she leans into a kiss.
The kiss is soft.
It lingers and your noses touch.
Itâs like a cool breeze on a hot day; barely there but a much wanted and needed thing. Even when her pink lips disconnect from yours, she still stays close.
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Opal:
Ted snorts as she slinks off into the kitchen leaving you and Opal be in the living room surrounded in pillows like you did when you were kids.
Opal hangs on you arms, her head on your shoulder, the feeling of her warm breath on your skin.
You know in just a moment sheâll ask to sit on you lap in a peaceful cuddle or just flop on top of you without any warning.
Youâve both done it since you were children, though Opal is almost always they one on top of you.
She was the overzealous girl who was taller than the rest and you were the much quieter chubby kid who helped her out with her multiplication homework.
She attached herself to you straight away and even now as adults she hasnât let go despite the looming peril of her soon to be departure into the bigger world.
âIâm going to miss you and Ted.â She mopes as her long arms now sneaking around your plush middle, her nose nestling into your neck.
âYouâll have Ted in your head.â You say as you hold her.
âYeah, well-â she looks up at you, her normally sparkly face droopy and dull, â-I wonât have you.â
âWell, if I get good enough, I can be in your head too.â You joke despite the fact you could do that if you get good enough at magic.
See whilst Opal is going on her little adventure in the vast world you have gotten an apprenticeship with the local wizard; a jolly old woman a town over who mostly does healing and fortune telling now sheâs not as mobile but she is rumoured to once be extremely powerful in her youth.
âIâd much rather have you physically with me.â She mutters into your neck as her leg is flung over your lap.
âWell, Iâll ask if thereâs a teleportation spell she can teach me, huh?â
She mumbles a âyesâ before going full Koala bear on you and entangling her body with yours.
âGosh, if youâre like this with me now then what are you going to be like when you go?â
âA mess.â You hear Ted yell making Opal huff and you let out a hearty laugh.
Opal somewhat untangles herself from you, leaning backwards to look at her sister in kitchen.
âI wonât be a mess I know exactly what Iâm going to do!â she retorts.
âWhat cry?â Ted smirks knowing that sheâs riling her twin sister up.
âNo, ok maybe Iâll cry but I will do this!â
Whilst still situated in your lap, Opal twists around, grabs your face and lays on a bit over emotional kiss on your lips.
âAbout time.â Ted shouts as you melt into the kiss.
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Orym of the Air Ashari:
Sitting in the forest Orym looks up to the sky, the winds blow the orange leaves off the sleepy trees.
The world around spirals into to the nook that you and him relax in.
You are lying down next to your halfling friend whilst the wind whistles and the leaves crunch as the Autumn slowly dies into winter.
Orym, being the one sitting up right, sways with the rhythm of the world around, his short brown hair tousling in the cool breeze.
Your eyes are closed, hands on your tummy, and your head slightly turned to the side. If you were to open your eyes youâd being looking up to Orym. But you donât open your eyes. The air may be cold but the sky is clear and the sun shines down on your face and eyelids.
Orym looks down at your relaxed face the sun illuminating the rounds of your face.
âI can feel you staring.â You whisper as you creek a singular eye open, âLike what you see?â
He darts his eyes away; his hands begin to fiddle.
You open your eyes fully but you drape your hand over your forehead hoping to guard your irises from the sunbeams.
âWe need to go back soon.â He murmurs as he braves looking back down at you.
âThe Air Ashari can wait.â You hum back.
âPeople will talk if we take too long.â Orym thinks not brave enough to say it out loud, it is very obvious to all Air Ashari but you two that you love each other.
You are the person who makes the halfling feel shy, like heâs the only the person in the vast world but you two are hardly every alone despite being good friends. People are always around so when he can, he steals you away to the same small place in the forest.
Moments pass, you wiggle over still lying down, your body touching Orymâs.
âHello.â You smile as your face snuggles into his leg, âItâs a bit cold.â
His face is dusted with pink as he looks down at you. He wants to say âI told you to take your cloak.â or âWe should go back then.â but he just affectionately looks at you instead.
âWhat are you thinking of?â you ponder connecting your eyes with his. He doesnât answer for he is too focused on mapping out each pattern in your eyes.
ââŠYou know what I think of a lot?â you scarcely utter, âHow youâre the bravest person I know.â
âWhat?â he rapidly blinks the focus disappearing.
You sit up a bit as he leans down more. You both seem to talk to one another through your eyes.
You both are brave so you both lean in for a sweet kiss which grows deeper as he lowers you down.
The two of you arenât going back anytime soon.
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At the time of writing this (not posting) only episode three is out so I can do a part two for other characters like Poska, Fy'ra Rai, maybe even Shaun... who knows ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
What do people think? It's my first scenario fic and the first time writing for EXU, so I'd love to here what every one thinks.
