On a scale from 1 to 10, how weak are the RO to MC's puppy eyes?
I'm sure I've answered this or something similar before, but let's do it again.
Isobel: 2 - basically immune, but respects the attempt to get their way by strategic tactics lol. Will indulge if it's something she's inclined to give/do, because she's amused, but otherwise... nice try 😏
Max: 10 - weak af, will always indulge, would basically do anything to make mc happy or laugh or smile. total himbo, hopeless case 🥺
Clara: 5? - she knows this trick herself lol, so she's not really moved by the puppy eyes themselves, but if it's something that would make mc happy or smile, she will always indulge anyway, because she wants to make them happy and smile!
Richard: thinks and pretends like he's a solid 2, not at all moved, but is actually a 6, bless him. will grumble about the puppy eyes, but will most likely indulge the mc, unless it's something out of his comfort zone or something he really doesn't want to do
William: oh god, not the puppy eyes! he's well acquainted with the puppy eyes, he has children, so he has to be immune, because he has to say no sometimes, but how can he say no when they're so cuute? a solid 7, will probably indulge, just please don't do it too much in front of the children, or they'll know he's a total softie who can be tricked by adorableness
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🪲 From the preference based questions for all of the ROs?
🪲 » heart or mind or instinct ?
Ooh, that's a good one!
Isobel: Mind, for sure
Max: Instinct, perhaps? In the sense that they're not very good at thinking things through and considering the consequences. But also heart, since he's quite ruled by his emotions.
Clara: Heart, always
Richard: He likes to think he's more mind and logic than heart, but deep down I think they're always warring with each other, and often the heart wins in the end. In his line of duty though, it's often mind and instinct that has to come first.
I woke up with a head full of Richard this morning, so here’s a snippet I wrote inspired by the ask How would the ROs react to MC kissing them awake in the morning and telling them they're so beautiful they couldn't resist? Since this is the most I’ve been able to write in like weeks, I thought I would share 🤎
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The sunlight tickling your eyes is what wakes you from your peaceful slumber, and you blink against the brightness, grumbling slightly as you try to resist the awakening, wanting nothing more than to snuggle back into the warm body behind you and go back to sleep. But alas, your brain is already awake, and you eventually concede defeat, letting your gaze drift to the view outside of the window.
The blue skies and first rays of sunshine glimmering through the glass promises a beautiful day, and you're struck by a moment of contented peace as you lay there, savouring in the silence and serenity of the morning.
Feeling the steady breathing of a solid chest against your back, your lips quirk up in a fond smile, and you gently wiggle around to face your companion, smile turning into an amused huff as you feel Richard's arm tighten around your waist ever so slightly.
Once you're face to face with him, you allow yourself to marvel over his sleeping face for a moment, relishing in the warmth his body provides. It's a rare occasion indeed when you manage to catch him asleep, as he tends to be the one to wake first. Even greater is the wonder that he hasn't woken up by all your movements, given his tendency to sleep lightly. Had you tried to wiggle free of his grasp, you know he’d wake immediately.
You watch, somewhat transfixed as the gentle rays of the golden sun flicker over his warm, beige skin, and unabashedly let your eyes trail over the dark stubble on his chin and over his slightly parted lips. His usual severe features are relaxed in the most serene expression you’ve ever seen on him, and you smile to yourself, feeling a flutter of pride and happiness in your chest at the thought that this side of him is yours, and yours alone. No one else is privy to this soft and tranquil version of him, that is your privilege.
Unable to resist, you lean in and press a series of soft kisses to his lips, smiling when you feel him stirring, tightening his hold around you as his eyes flutter open. You lean back slightly, meeting his warm and amused gaze.
“Hmm, what is the meaning of this?”
A slight shiver runs down your spine at his gruff, low morning voice, and you reach up to let your fingers graze against his cheek, then down to tracing his lips. “Nothing,” you say, lips quirking up in a teasing smile. “You just looked so beautiful, I couldn’t resist.”
He lets out a surprised sound somewhere between a cough and a choke, and you can’t help but laugh at the endearing flush that subsequently crawls up his neck and into his cheeks as he pulls back slightly, falling onto his back as if he intends to escape you.
“No, really,” you insist, crawling over him to trap him in place with your form, wrapping your arms around him and grinning. “I think you’re adorable.”
You let out a surprised shriek as you find yourself flat on your back, positions reversed in a flash as he looms over you, effectively trapping you in place. “And I think,” he says, eyes narrowed as he leans in, amusement glittering in the tawny depths of his gaze, “that you take great delight in teasing me.”
You laugh again, until he leans in to capture your lips with his, and you muse silently to yourself as you melt under his touch that it promises to be a beautiful day indeed.
for the fluff: how would the ro react if they caught mc hanging mistletoe at every possible doorway (or any place really that ro can be stopped and asked for a kiss)
Fluff! 🥰
Isobel: Scoffs and smirks. "Nice try. You do know I'm not obliged to indulge you, right?" Secretly amused, and somewhat impressed by the dedication and ingenuity. Will, inevitably, indulge MC, though she may eventually escalate it from innocent little kisses ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ you asked for it
Max: Delighted. Loves it. It's brilliant! Why didn't he think of it?? Will indulge every time, and will also take it upon himself to hang even more mistletoes all over. It's gonna be a minefield of kisses, no way of escaping them. I hope Mc knows what they're in for...
Clara: Finds it adorable. Utterly charmed. Loves every and all traditions like this. Will help MC hang them all and will happily indulge them every time, grinning, flushed and happy, every time MC traps her, so long as it's appropriate and in private, of course. Will probably join in and try to trap them too.
Richard: A little confused at first. Sighs and shakes his head a little once he realises what it's about, but is secretly fondly amused. Will indulge MC every time, so long as they're alone, but might get a little flustered if they trap him too often. Secretly pleased though.
William: Very amused. "You know you didn't have to go to all this trouble, right? All you had to do was ask." Thinks it's really cute though, and honestly, any opportunity for extra kisses and embraces with MC... He'll happily indulge, probably make sure to trap MC too a few times too.
Totally stole this ask from another blog but I want to know how affectionate the LIs are AFTER sexy time? Who is the most affectionate after, who is willing to cuddle, who wants to immediately go for round 2, ect?
ooh, it's sexy time. okay children, shoo.. #nsfw
Isobel: Not necessarily cuddly, unless MC insists/is really into that. Even if they were, she would probably not indulge every time, but would love to stay close and talk, or maybe pull out a book or something for one of them to read out loud to the other. Just relax in each others company. Would happily go for round two though 😏 and a third. and a fourth?
Max: Very cuddly. Just try to get out of their steely koala grip, I dare you. You're not getting away. It's snuggle time. Unless the MC absolutely hates that, of course. Is always down for round number two, but would honestly be just as happy, if not more, cuddling. Wickedly delighted if MC initiates round number two though.
Clara: Not necessarily cuddly either, though she would happily indulge MC if they wanted to. Would love to laze around in bed afterwards though, just gazing at MC and pulling her fingers lovingly through their hair or over their skin, or having it done to her in return. Would need a minute before going for round two, and would prefer to maybe clean up a little before maybe? But definitely not opposed.
Richard: Wants to be very affectionate after sex, though he might be a little awkward, at least in the beginning. Is generally just marveling at his fortune, and at MC, all around in awe that this is his life lol. Would definitely wrap his arm around MC and pull them close, probably gazing at them with wonder, unless they tease him about it. Probably wouldn't initiate round two, at least not in the beginning, unless you tease him lol, but he's down if you are.
William: Very doting after sex, big on aftercare and making sure MC is good and taken care of. Only once that is done will he pull MC in and hold them close, probably indulging in a lot of loving, happy kisses that could very well turn into round number two, or just drifting off to sleep. Either is good with him.
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“I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”
For Richard ❤
Two in one, hope you don't mind! ✨
Under the cut, cause this got long 👀
The lilting tones of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas wafts into the room from your vintage record player as you stand, balanced on a bar stool, in front of your tree, wobbling precariously as you try to place a sparkling, gold star at the top of your Christmas tree.
If you could just… You reach higher, fiddling with the top branch, but the chair lurches underneath you, and you’re forced to grab onto the tree trunk to avoid falling flat on your face. You grimace as the pine scratches your palms, and your shoulders hunch as you hear a couple of baubles toppling to the ground.
You growl, mentally counting to ten to soothe the frustration that bubbles up in your chest. Eyeing the star one last time, you debate your options. You’re clearly in need of some assistance here, and Richard is just in the other room, though with strict instructions not to come out. But you so wanted to surprise him with the flawlessly decorated Christmas tree, and now you glance down at the mess you’ve made of the ornaments in your scramble to get the star in place at the top. It’s looking less flawless by the minute.
Sighing to yourself, you relent. You know a lost cause when you see one. “Richard?” You call over your shoulder. “Can you come here, please?”
You hear the sound of the door opening from the other room, and soon enough Richard steps into the room, and you can’t help but smile fondly at the way he’s shielding his eyes so respectfully with his hand. You almost wobble off the chair again in your haste to admire how handsome he looks in his fitted, turtle neck sweater. No one should look that good in a turtle neck sweater.
“Did you need something, love?”
You bite your lip, still annoyed that the big reveal is ruined, but you’ve been trying for well over half an hour, and must concede that the Christmas star has won this particular battle. “Yes, actually,” you say, turning back to the tree to judge how he can best assist you. “I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”
You glance over your shoulder to see him hesitating, and you huff a laugh. “Yes, you can look now. The surprise is a bust, I’m afraid.” The last bit comes out somewhat miserable.
His eyes widen as he takes in your stance, and he’s by your side in a flash, hands placed securely on your waist to steady you. “{$name}, what are you doing?!”
You can’t help but laugh a little at his overprotectiveness. “I hardly think a fall from this height would kill me, Richard,” you jest, but quickly carry on as you feel the tension and disapproval radiating off him. “All right, all right, it’s a little precarious. That’s why I need you.”
He sighs, tightening his hold on you, and you get the sense that if his hands were free he’d be pinching the bridge of his nose. “You could have called me sooner.”
You pout. “I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”
He shakes his head. “Here,” he says, grabbing on of your hands to guide you down. “Let me try.”
You watch him stretch up to fiddle with the top branch, and instinctively reach out to steady him, knowing how rickety the bar stool is, but by the time you make contact, he’s already secured the star on the tree.
You gape for a moment, glancing between him and the star, then withdraw your arms to cross them over your chest. “Seriously?” You moan. “How did you do that so fast?”
He comes to stand in front of you, lips quirked up in a small smile. “Years of practice tying nautical knots.”
You purse your lips in annoyance, sending a glare at the tree. Judas.
Richard’s arms comes to wrap around your waist, brows drawn together in a frown. “What’s the matter?”
You sigh, glancing up at him apologetically. “I just… I wanted to surprise you. With the tree.” You reach up to fiddle with his sweater where it creases around his neck. “This is your first Christmas here, and I... just wanted it to be perfect.”
His eyes soften, and he leans forward to place a heartfelt kiss upon your brow. “My dear, this —” he waves one arm at your surroundings — “and you… our life together.” He wraps the arm back around you to tug you close. “This is the best gift you could have given me.”
Your eyes meet his, and the steady, devout love you find glowing there in the dark pools of his irises has your heart skipping a beat. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, your lips quirking up in a fond smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he replies, eyes crinkling at the corners as he imitates your informal wording.
You grin, all traces of frustration and dismay replaced by a light flutter of happiness and bliss. “Say…” You tilt your head, pursing your lips coyly. “Care to show me just how much you like it?”
A laugh rumbles through his chest, and you watch in wicked delight how his pupils dilate as his gaze darts down to your lips, arms tightening around you waist. “If you like,” he quips back, but the huskiness in his voice betrays his eagerness as he tilts his head forward.
You hum. “I should like that very m—,” but your sentence is cut off as he captures your lips in a sweet, loving kiss. Your hum against his lips turns appreciative, and you bring your hand up to the back of his head, urging him closer.
You let your nails scratch lightly against his scalp as you run your hand through his hair and the muffled groan it draws from his throat makes your toes curl. His kiss turns ardent, as he presses against you, pulling you flush against him as if he'd weld you to his very skin if he could.
In his ardency he kisses you like you’re the very breath he needs after going years without air. Like you’re the answer to his every prayer, the light to all his darkness. It sends you reeling, heat spreading to your stomach as you eagerly return the fervour.
When he pulls back slightly moments later, eyes closed as he lets out a shaky breath against your lips, you feel a little weak at the knees, and you almost whine at the loss of contact.
“You really have no idea what you do to me.” He mutters as he brings a thumb up to brush against your lower lip, shaking his head slightly as his eyes dart reverently from your lips to your eyes and all over your face. “Truly. No idea.”
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Thank you so much for the prompts! ✨🤎 Happy holidays!
How would the ROs respond if the MC ended up in an arranged marriage with someone else?
ooof. It's the don't-perceive-me “anon” back with more angst 😖😖
Isobel: Very upset. Embarrassed. But mostly just angry. Angry at herself for allowing herself to fall for MC, for allowing herself to be vulnerable for the first time in her life and imagine a future and a life with MC. And angry with MC for deceiving her and for making her feel this world of hurt that she never would have encountered had she never met them. Likely loses a lot of respect for MC. Can't understand why MC would ever want to be in an arranged marriage. All the hurt and pain would manifest in anger, and those poor people around her 👀 Would likely never speak to MC again and swear off love forever.
Max: Ooof. Absolutely shattered. Inconsolable. Anguished. But not surprised, not really. This was always how it was going to go. No one ever choses him. And why would they? Would shift between absolute agony and despair (why is he so unlovable), to bitterness and anger (he has so much money, why was he not good enough if there was no love involved??). Would all around act out in the worst way — drinking, partying, sleeping around, anything to try to forget, to try to drown out the pain. Would neither want, nor be able, to meet MC again, or see them again, it's too painful.
Clara: Absolutely crestfallen, disappointed and heartbroken. She really thought MC felt the same way; that they had something truly special. Can't help but think back wondering if she wasn't forward enough? Did she not give enough signs? Should she have done more? Or perhaps... Did she do something wrong? Or... Did they just not want her anymore? She's not sure which is worse. Would likely cry herself to sleep for weeks, but make an effort to appear cheerful and normal in public, attend the wedding and offer MC and their new spouse her best wishes all the while dying inside.
Richard: Deeply distraught, furious with himself and full of regret. Drowning in shame for his early behaviour towards them, and absolutely kicking himself for not realising sooner that he loved them. That they were right there all along, and he didn't even see! What a fool. He should have moved heaven and earth to be with them, would have given them everything if given the chance, but once again he is too late. This time he can only blame himself though. He would likely leave immediately, unable to watch it unfold, just try to get a new assignment somewhere abroad in an attempt to forget.
William: Wrecked with heartache and grief, but not at all surprised, and despite the aching pain: convinces himself that this is for the best. They're better off without him, better off with someone with more to offer. And he wants what's best for MC. Just wants them to be happy, safe and comfortable. So this is good. But why does it feel like his heart has been wrenched from his chest? Why does it feel like he can't bear to face another day? Would likely avoid them as much as possible to lessen the wound, but if they came around to see him would pretend like all was well and wishing them the best, all the while the grief hollows out his insides.
Stole this but .. How would the RO's react to the MC kissing them after they give a suggestion. Mc says 'Fuck yes, you're a genius. Thank you'. And just runs off to do the thing? (crushing stage)
Lmao, so cute, but also so embarrassing??
Isobel: Honestly, I think Isobel would be very surprised, and she's not used to being surprised, so she'd just freeze in place for a moment, staring after MC like.... what just happened?? Once she's overcome the initial surprise though, she would be amused, and pleased. Amused by imagining MC’s reaction when they realise what they did, and pleased that MC recognises that she is, in fact, a genius lmao that MC felt the urge to kiss her for helping them. Has never been kissed before, and is suprised by how much she wants to do it again. With MC.
Max: Shocked. Amazed. Frozen for a couple of minutes while their mind catches up to them. When they finally come to their senses, a wide grin spreads across their face as a giddy excitement bubbles up in their chest. MC kissed them! Doesn’t even mind that MC called them genius. They kissed them! And it was totally random, like it was just an instinct for them. Hope beggins to bloom inside them as they begin to think there’s a chance MC feels the same after all.
Clara: Stands rooted to the spot staring after MC with a dazed look on her face as she touches her lips in wonder. Her heart and stomach flutters while she flushes pink. She’s never been kissed before, and as much as she had hoped it would be with MC, and how many times she’s imagined it in her head, that was not how she thought it would go. Will think about it constantly for the rest of the day, with flutters and pink cheeks, as she wonders if MC meant to do that, or if it was just an accident. She hopes for the former.
Richard: Goes ramrod stiff, frozen to the spot. Richard.exe has stopped working lmao. It would take him a few seconds to realise what just happened, but once he does, his heart begins to thud wildly in his chest as he stares after MC with a flushed face. He did not expect that. Can’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. What does it mean?? Why did they do that?? Was it just completely random? An accident? Or was there some meaning to it? Tries to ignore how much he wants to do it again.
William: Eyes widen incredulously, his body leaning in on instinct, but it’s over before it ever begun, as MC takes off away from him, leaving him leaning forwards as if drawn in with a magnet. MC just kissed him. Him. On the mouth? Had they meant to do that? No, they couldn’t possibly. And yet… He feels heat crawling up his neck as he replay it over and over in his head, wondering if they know the kind of effect they have on him. Do they know what they do to him? Tries to avoid MC for a while after, feeling flustered and hot everytime he thinks about them and the kiss.
