Vertin - "The Timekeeper."

With careful precision, you gently grab the collar of Vertin's clothing and pull her closer, your lips pressing against hers. You can feel the other girl's body lock up, gasping into your mouth before she eventually finds herself melting.

When you both part, Vertin's brilliant mind short-circuits when she realizes what had just happened. She touches her own lips with a sound of awe, still parted from your intimate gesture.

Her face begins to warm up and she's quick to hide it, tilting her hat down timidly. Her eyes dart around before she takes interest in the floor, her monotone voice having the faintest bit of a tremble.

"At least warn me next time..."

Sonetto - "An Outstanding Graduate."

Sonetto, long lost within her thoughts, barely processes the moment when you careful fingers began carding through her hair gently. She lets out a soft noise of surprise when your lips slot with hers, but she closes her eyes and warms up to you.

Her hands squeezes your hip a bit too tightly, a sigh of disappointment leaving the other girl's lips when you pull back too soon. She fumbles with the glasfeder held in her other palm, twirling it within her fingers.

She hesitates, the word just on the tip of her tongue when she figures out what to say. With an ounce of courage, she finally brings herself to speak. "Can we do that again, please?"

Recoleta - "Gaucho Rider."

Recoleta leans back against the cluttered couch whilst scribbling something in her notebook with a grunt of frustration. You gaze at her, eyeing the way the poet's lips purse tightly in focus. You carefully move closer, grazing the corner of her mouth with your lips.

You revel in the way she ceases her writing immediately, and without giving you a chance to admire her dumbfounded expression, Recoleta boldly kisses you properly with her lips pressing flush with yours.

When the both of you pull away, you're met with the sight of her grinning with a light in her eyes. "Sorry for not paying more attention to you, mi cariño."

Marcus - "Angelotti."

Marcus' finger trails across a page, her eyes darting from each individual word. She snaps the book shut, taking a glance toward the bookshelf in front of her. She had went through most of the literary works shown to her, but she hadn't found with satisfactory to her tastes.

Marcus closes her eyes in thought. Amidst her spiraling mind, she feels you planting a chaste kiss to her lips, the unexpected gesture drawing out a sound similar to a squeak from the reader. Her eyes open again when you pull away, watching Marcus pull her scarf over her mouth.

Her face is warm, and when she speaks, words tumble out in a shy, muffled mess. "Your lips are... soft..."

Isolde von Dittarsdorf - "Vienna's Star."

Isolde's body seizes the moment your hands frame her cold face, a pleasant noise of surprise exiting her throat when you bring her closer and kiss her slowly. Her eyes initially widen before they eventually flutter close, finding relax in your gesture.

Her lips tremble against ours ever in the slightest, hands scrambling for your waist and keeping you held close. Isolde reciprocates, her grip on you tight as if your body was her only anchor in a sea-tossed storm.

When you pull back, she emits a quiet huff of dissatisfaction. Isolde's clutch on you loosens, chest heaving with each breath she takes as a warm flush colors her pale futures. "I've been waiting so long for you to do that."

Kakania - "Klara Vingler."

You grab a fistful of Kakania's clothing, making the other woman pause from whatever psychological point she was making and cut her off mid-sentence. She gasps as you drag her down, body pressing flush with yours when she collapses. Her figure pins you down on the couch, her weight crushing.

Your kiss leaves her sharp mind blank for once, the therapist at lost for words. She melts, eyes closing with a fond sigh. The moment you both part away, Kakania catches her breath whilst adjust her glasses that were perching precariously on the tip of her nose. There's a soft pink color on her cheeks, suiting her flustered expression.

"I believe," she begins quietly, voice breathy. "we take this somewhere more comfortable, yes?"

Windsong - "Ekaterina."

Windsong trips and falls back against the bed when you push her down lightly, straddling her hips and leaning down. You kiss her awake, the other woman responding with flustered, lazy intensity. Her hands skim across your back, holding you against body and keeping you right where you are.

A gasp from the researcher rang through your ears when you nip at her bottom lip, eliciting a quiet whimper from her throat. She makes an attempt to retaliate, only to melt further when your kisses grew more deeper, more passionate.

When you pull away for air, Windsong tugs at your clothing with a needy look in her eyes. "Wait... don't leave me yet."

Vila - "Daughter of the Wine-Dark Sea."

Vila nearly drops the handful of art supplies she's holding when your arms warp around her midriff, your lips finding the rusalka's neck and cheek. She giggles softly, setting the tools aside before turning in your embrace, closing the distance between the both of you.

Vila's gloved fingers slide from your chest towards your shoulders when she kisses you slowly, her fang just barely touching your lower lip. Her tongue flicks against your mouth, your lips parting on instinct. Before she lets the situation grow more heated, she pulls away and gives you a fond smile.

"Allow me to remind you that we are not at home." She speaks whilst her thumb traces the skin beneath your lip, voice lowering to a promising whisper. "Let's continue this later, alright?"

Hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks. Now he's worried. Did he do something wrong or offend you somehow?

Whenever he needs someone to test a new machine, his gaze will linger on you for a few instances, waiting to see you volunteer, but no responses.

During breaks, he will stop by and leave a cup of tea brewed just like you love it.  He waits for a comment, a spark in your eyes, or praise, anything. Instead, he received nothing but a polite and distant "thank you".

The young inventor is desperate; he tries to at least make you laugh, yet it is so hard.

What did he do wrong?

X can't take it anymore. Heavy steps could be heard in the suitcase hallway headed towards your room.

Once he arrived in front of your dorm, X knocked desperately as if his life depended on that wooden door.

You opened the door, but before your mind could process what was happening, you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your legs.

You looked down, seeing a pair of teary, mismatched eyes looking at you.

"I'm sorry, whatever I did, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me. I'm nothing without you."

The grip around your legs got only tighter. He wasn't planning on letting you escape so easily, not until you reacted in some way.

Now, tears were flooding from his eyes. X tried to say something more, but only sobs left his lips.

I’m ready to stay like this for as long as possible, and I couldn’t care less if someone passes by. Let them see. It only matters that you’re the one I want by my side. Your care is all I need.

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What if you saw right through her act?

"Welcome to my jewellery, milady, how may I help you?" You were greeted by a tall, handsome woman when you stepped inside the new jewellery store, which has been the talk of all the parties you recently attended.

Apparently, the owner was a fine gentleman named Tennant who sold high quality diamond crafts.

"I heard a lot about this store, so today I came here to see with my own eyes if I could find something unique that would suit me," you answered, already captivated by the models showcased.

"I'm glad to hear that words of my humble work have reached the ears of such a beautiful young lady." She said, closing the distance between you two, delicately trailing her finger along your collarbone.

The sudden close proximity and the feeling of her slender finger on you made you tremble a bit, yet you found yourself taking a step forward completaly captivated by the lady’s beautiful ruby eyes.

"A necklace would look stunning on you, milady. I've got a lot of precious gems you can choose from. Let me guide you."

She gently grabbed your arm, escorting you to the main showcase area full of lavish jewelry so exquisite you almost believed you were inside a royal boutique or a dream.

"You can choose anything here that pleases your tastes, milady. I have anything a fine young lady such as you could desire from shiny gemstones like amethyst and topaz, to equally beautiful but less eye catching like turquoise, jade, and pearls."

You had to admit that all of them were breathtaking. If you could, you'd buy the whole collection, but the reason you came here was to see the famous diamonds.

"They're incredible. Such refined, attentive craft is rare, but I'm looking for your famous diamond creations."

"Oh my, what kind of gentleman am I? Anyone could tell from the first glance that diamonds are the perfect match for you, milady."

"Excuse me... gentleman?!?" You were taken aback. All this time, you thought he was a woman; this was embarrassing and improper for a young lady to act this casually with a man.

"Something is wrong, milady?" She paused, looking at you, a bit concerned.

"I must apologize, Mr. Tennant. All this time, I mistook you for a handsome woman. I'm sorry," you confessed, lowering your face to hide your embarrassment.

A few seconds passed in silence until a soft laugh escaped Tennat's lips

"Ah... this is surprising," she laughed.

"You indeed have a good eye, milady. You're the first noble lady to see past my act."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's say you were right. I'm indeed a woman, but I use my looks to gain more customers. Some people just buy my treasures to spend time with a handsome young "man", and I just play along because I’m a humble seller trying to earn to eat." She then knelt in front of you and offered you her hand.

"It makes me happy because today there was actually no need to play pretend."

Hearing those words made you feel better.

"Please lift your chin. There's no reason to be shy, milady. I don't bite, " she said, gently caressing your cheek.

"I think I might have the right thing for your cute face."

"Here is a little gift for my newfound, honourable client." You didn't know when she picked it up, but now there was in her free hand a flower made of pure diamond.

"For me? Thanks, Mrs Tennant."

"The name is Ada milady."

"(name)"

"(name)... I see a lovely name, indeed. In the future, I might say it a lot often."

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What if you were reversed by the storm?

Vertin woke up once again in the familiar medical yard room. Another mission successfully completed, well, that's what the report says.

She stood up, looking outside. The weather was nice, nothing compared to the nasty storm that stole another cherished companion, I meant dear friend from the Timekeeper.

Her eyes were dull, filled with emptiness. Her hair was messy, and her entire body was covered in bandages, not enough of which could patch the new, freshly open scar in her heart.

It hurts.

It hurts a lot.

The pain was almost unbearable for Vertin.

How could she keep her usually composed look after witnessing your body turning into dust, your last smile, and your last words?

"We'll see each other in the future. I'll wait for you, Timekeeper."

Why did you have to say those words? Why did you stop when the suitcase was so close? Why did the storm have to begin a few minutes earlier this time? 

She failed as a timekeeper.

Many questions and regrets flooded the poor girl's mind, but nobody could give her the answers she was searching for.

She stood there watching the clouds, a lone tear sliding down her face.

How pitiful indeed. She couldn't do anything for you, yet you gave everything to her and the mission.

No amount of titles, medals, and articles will ever bring you back now.

Madam Z walked into the room to check on Vertin, but she left immediately, seeing her current state.

She knew what had happened, an accident similar to the first one at the orphanage and the second with half blood arcanist Schneider.

She understood the girl's pain and wished for her to be reunited with all her lost friends in the future they once belonged to.

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What if he were about to be a father?

Someone actually asked for some headcanons for Name Day as a father a while ago, but I forgot about it (I'm sorry, take this as an apology)

"Leonid, I've got a little something for you," you announce, appearing behind him.

"You seem happier than any other day. What's the occasion, my snowflake?" He asked, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Take a look." You handed him a small game console.

"Where did you find this? It's adorable, I'm going to place it among my game collection," he said, grabbing the item from your hands and observing it.

"Not so fast, that was meant for your dust catching shelves." He stopped, looking at you with a confused expression.

"It's for our new gaming little buddy," you said, placing one hand on your belly.

"Wait... do you mean what I'm actually thinking? " He asked in disbelief, almost making the small console slip from his hand.

You knew he was a very observant person, so understanding what you meant wasn't hard for him. In fact, hiding the pregnancy without making him suspicious would’ve been impossible without Vila and Windsong’s help.

A wide smile formed on your face, clearing any possible doubt.

"Leonid, I'm pregnant, and we're going to be parents soon," You finally said it.

The young man could not believe his ears. Him? As a father? One of his biggest dreams was about to turn into reality.

Well, it was already reality since inside our belly there was a mini version of him and you.

"I think this is the best thing I'll ever hear in my life." He placed the console on the nearest surface and hugged you tightly, making sure not to put too much pressure on your belly.

Tears of joy ran down his face; he was so happy to the point he could not think of words to describe how he felt.

Weeks passed, and everyone at Laplace and Rayashki could see how joyful their investigator looked.

He spent every night talking to your tummy, telling the baby stories about his hometown and family, his missions, and discoveries.

Something, whenparticularly tired, he would sing songs in Russian until both of you fell asleep.

As for the nursery, you insisted on helping, but he forced you to sit back comfortably and watch him do all the work.

He painted an amazing starry sky on the ceiling and carved the crib and all the toys by himself. Name Day was really working himself to the bone, but he was proud of how the room looked once done.

There was still quite a lot of time before he could hold the baby between his arms, but just the thoughts were enough to warm up his heart.

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Thank you for reading

However, she sometimes have reoccurring nightmares. You'll know when she starts to mumbles, or maybe even groan sometimes..

She wouldn't tell you though, but rather assure yourself to not worry about her and says she's used to it. And she wouldn't forget to apologise to you if her "nonsense" disturbs your sleep.

But it's more, obvious, during her worse days of seasonal nightmares. Guilt eats her up when Vertin finally wakes up from her dream to see your worried and tired face. She would suggest that she would sleep on the sofa. But of course you wouldn't allow it.

Often rambles some weird facts when it alligns with your hobby. Vertin is the type of gal to know everything about anything, especially about history (since yk,, she's a timekeeper)

Oh? That hobby? Didn't you know that it was accidentally created when an arcanist thought it was more convinient to use arcanist items rather than human items, but found out it has other effects?

Oh, yeah? That famous old song you're listening to? Fun fact, it was created when the singer had to improvise the lyrics by memory because someone had stolen the original script.

A sucker for your home-made lunch box you made for her to eat during her long field mission. You ironically made love shapes with bits of foods and cheesy words with ketchup. And you know what?? SHE WILL EAT THAT UP IN ONE GO

Regulus once took a peek at Vertin's lunch box and boy was Vertin was teased for it.

Vertin doesn't care though.

I mean, she gets to eat your carefully hand crafted food rather than drinking unhealthy soda 24/7.

There is rarely an occasion where you and her are left alone in the suitcase. But when it does, you two get to enjoy the peace and quiet together. You two would joke around if this is what it feels like to grow old together in the future.

Or some other times, Vertin would turn on the record player for you to listen together. Vertin would read a book or on her work desk, and you will be knitting or solving a puzzle. But all in the same room.

After all, your relationship has come to the point where you don't need words to understand each other.

This girl keeps EVERYTHING you gave her. Even before you guys are official. Not to mention, she has a box dedicated to items that were once gifted from you. And it's sometimes ridiculously absurd.

Remember that chocolate bar you once gave her? Well, the wrapper of said chocolate bar is still in her possession. She said its for memories when you told her to just throw it away.

So! Imagine, while you and Vertin were students in the St. Pavlov Foundation, you two would always get in trouble by pushing the limit of the strict rules of the foundation and try to find out more and more about anything in general.

It has become a habit for the teachers to punish you two separately because as long as you and Vertin were together, everything was alright and wherever you were, wether it be in the halls, in your dorms or were sent to punishment, you guys would be having a good time.

I can see you with Vertin trying to find books in the library about the outside world, even if you weren't a big fan of reading complicated books, Vertin would be more than happy to read them at loud for you and explain you some terminologies that you don't understand.

One of her favourite memories is you two spending time in your dorms theorising about the world, what about the frog she brought in? What kind of life did it have back there?

Her second favourite is you two finding a few scraps of metal in the library, they were two circular ones that fit perfectly like rings, from then on you guys kept them as matching rings.

At last you were one of the first people that she told her plan to go and witness the outside world.

This moment marked such a significant part in your guys friendship, even if you didn't tell her your feelings you felt really honoured to go with her, getting to witness such beauty is a onece in a life time opportunity.

As Vertin gathered more children that longed for freedom just like you two, you of course helped with the plan for everyone to escape.

But you were so innocent, as much knowledge the both of you had, you were still just children, gullible and naive.

The moment you inhaled the air of the outside world you felt as the world around you was embracing you and welcoming your truth, you felt as if life has welcomed you back to life.

That wouldn't last long though, the moment you turned around you felt a sharp pain in your heart, you saw Vertins eyes widen.

She saw how life was draining out of your soul

She has witnessed the Storm

Before you could understand what was happening, the last thing you remember seeing is her, your heart sank along with her's, as if your heart was a anchor strongly attached by a thread to hers

You were gone before her eyes, that marked the end of a era, you were gone, now the world didn't exist for her, she never could feel the oxygen in her lungs the same way as you did.

The only thing that was left is your matching ring, thats it, the only evidence that you were alive in her life time. And from then on she'd wear it with her, never taking it off.

As years passed by she always had this sinking feeling that wouldn't let her be.

In one of her travels she gazed at her clock seeing how long before the storm arrived at that timeline, "in 25 minutes and 11 seconds the Storm is comming" she said as she gazed at Sonetto as she nodded.

"It's a pity, this life time is so peaceful, it feels uneasy even, but there's nothing we can do now, how about a walk? Let's saviour some of these parts at least in our memories" Sonetto murmured before they start walking along a park with a beautiful view of a lake

Before Vertin could comment at the beauty before her she saw someone

Her heart felt heavy again, it couldn't be...

She stayed like a statue gazing on the person that felt so familiar, even if their backs were turned every part of them reminded her of you, but she didn't want them to turn around, she couldn't bear to see their life fading in front of her, so she let go and went back with Sonetto to saviour this time line for as long as she could.

There were multiple times before she saw people exactly like you, they even sounded like you but she couldn't bear to get attached this much again.

But in another timeline, there you were, but the only difference was that you were a Arcanist, Vertin knew she had to collaborate with you in this time line but she still held back.

But how could she? You were here! It was you! Your memories weren't the same but yet you talked to her as if you knew her from birth.

: ̗̀➛ Vertin isn't really shy, just more of an introvert who has a hard time expressing what she feels. Because of her past experiences and the people she has lost, she never really saw the point in building a relationship with someone whether it be platonic or romantic.

: ̗̀➛ That said— one thing that the Timekeeper has always been is curious. Your naturally shy and closed-off character piqued her interest even more so than the others, and she wanted to know everything about you.

: ̗̀➛ It's in her nature to be inquisitive and prying about everything; you, in particular, are no exception. Although it's true that her that this has gotten her into trouble more than a few times, she can't really bring herself to care if you're involved.

: ̗̀➛ After a while, her curiosity wasn't only for you and everything about you, but also for herself. Poor girl is usually so rational and calculated, but once she's in your presence all of that is completely gone. She believed herself to be a person who's very self-aware, yet you have her questioning everything as she knows it.

: ̗̀➛ Why does the world, usually so dreadful and miserable, feel so much more colorful when you're around? Why can't she take her eyes off of you? Why is it that whenever there is danger, her first concern is if you're alright? What is this... thumping in her heart that just can't seem to stop whenever you so much as look at her?

: ̗̀➛ It's love. Vertin was well aware of that fact, and it scared her. Scared that you might not feel the same way. Scared that the two of you will go back to being strangers once you find out. Most of all, terrified that you'd be put into danger because of her actions.

: ̗̀➛ You may have been shy, but you're not oblivious. You're aware of how she treats you differently from the others and you can feel how she gazes at you with unbridled love from across the room. You also know that Vertin would never tell you how she truly feels because of her fears.

: ̗̀➛ Sure, confessing your love to her despite all of that might have been a selfish move, but do you regret it? Not at all. You're prepared for the worst— as long as you're facing it with her. The process of the confession, though? The two of you were bumbling idiots who couldn't properly articulate their feelings even though you both have thought of this exact scenario a million times before.

: ̗̀➛ Still, it was worth every second. Vertin might not show it, but she's completely over the moon. Suddenly, the world isn't such a negative place— suddenly, she has hope. It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep her going.

: ̗̀➛ She's very patient with you. She knows that all of this about relationships and feelings is entirely foreign to you, and while that may also be true for her, she makes sure to put in the effort to be extra understanding since she knows of how timid you are and all she wants is for you to be happy and safe.

: ̗̀➛ Of course, she also tries to improve her ability to communicate. You're the only one who she feels like she can be vulnerable with and finally let the walls she's built around herself down. It's the first time she's felt so... secure and loved in someone's presence, and she wants to make sure she's the best version of herself for you.

: ̗̀➛ Until she's done with that though, expect random shows of affection throughout the day. Mostly her just remembering she hasn't kissed you or shown you love in the past 30 minutes and spontaneously deciding she needs to give you a peck on the cheek.