hii ( ◠‿◠ ) i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if you could do hcs of being in a relationship with alma(+karma)? ik it's basic but i see no alma content everywhere and he's my favorite character of all time, ty! ｡(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡
aah 😥 unfortunately alma is one of the characters i don't know much about before ymkr eos, more emphasis to karma too so i hope you understand that this is only for alma 🙇♀️
Despite his outgoing personality, it's difficult for some people to picture Alma in a steady relationship. The main culprits for this are his guildmates, of course, they were more than shocked when Alma suddenly revealed the existence of his lover. He doesn't want to boast—no, that's a lie. Daste couldn't count the number of times Alma pissed him off after he kept rambling on about you.
He makes sure everyone knows. Even in small conversations with new people, he makes it a habit to discreetly sneak in a mention of a special someone in his life. It makes it easier to ward away people with ulterior motives when they know his heart is fully taken by someone else.
This applies to public displays as well. Although he claims to have decorum, there are times where he'd forget his own standing and reach out to give you the biggest hug or cling to your hand as you let him drag you away to who knows where. He told you once that he'd try to tone it down but it's ironic that he has little to no discipline when it comes to you since the ending is always the same.
The staggering amount of love he has for is almost a little overwhelming. Alma isn't the type to hold back or the type to hide his feelings, for that matter. He constantly showers you with praises and affirmations of love and he hopes you do the same with him. It's enough to make him stop in his tracks, stare at you wordlessly as he admired the view of you standing in front of him, and think to himself that—
"... Haha! I must be the luckiest man in the world."
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yumekuro posting!? 🫣 mel is so tart & SASSY and unfortunately i was entranced
“melt me with a kiss” 🍮
pairing. mel x nameless mc
pronouns. she/her
genre. fluff fluff fluff
synopsis. mel keeps mc company as she preps for a date
“If you ask me, you’re just wasting your time.”
From his spot lounging atop the Guild Keeper’s bed, Mel watched her with a bored look in his eyes, kicking his legs in the air. “All this effort for one garbage meister, and you don’t even know how to kiss. Don’t you think that makes you garbage too? I mean, this date was already doomed from the start, but at least you could say you had a chance if you practised first.”
His slew of nasty criticism was nothing unusual. She knew him well enough not to let his commentary get under her skin. While he continued rattling off complaints about this and that, she carefully eyed her reflection in the mirror.
“I feel like my eyebrows are a little uneven…”
“You just noticed?”
“But that’s fine, I can fix it!”
“Evening out your eyebrows still won’t fix your face.”
Maybe she was just too preoccupied on perfecting her makeup, but Mel felt like nothing but background noise. He had even turned his attention away to his nails, mindlessly spitting out half-insults without sparing her a glance.
It was only when he heard her ask, “Which one?” that he looked up again. She was holding two bottles of pink lip stain, awaiting his input.
“You’ll look tacky either way,” he huffed. “But the lighter one matches your outfit better, I guess.”
She peered down at the shade he suggested, tapped her finger against her bottom lip in thought, then nodded to herself. He watched her apply it with delicate strokes, before she went back to fussing in the mirror. Any strand of hair out of place, any spot of skin she felt hadn’t been blended enough. She left nothing untouched. She might have been overdoing it, even.
Mel rested his cheek in his palm, not understanding the point in all of this.
“Do you think that no-name meister is putting in half as much effort as you? All this thoroughness feels like nonsense to me.”
...…? Unless her mind was playing tricks on her, that was the first comment Mel had made that didn’t insult her in some way. She looked at him curiously through the mirror’s reflection.
“You almost sounded jealous for a second there.”
Mel faltered for a moment, lips falling into a flat line. But he quickly rebounded and cracked into a wicked smile.
“What’s there to be jealous of?” He stuck his nose in the air. “I get your company whenever I want. Or is it your nonexistent kissing skills I’m missing out on?”
Now it was her turn to pause. His words didn’t sting in the way he probably meant them to, but they stuck with her nonetheless. He’d brought up her lack of experience twice now—and he was right. She’d been feeling very insecure about it, in fact.
Pursing her lips, she picked up her lip-blotting tissue again. Then, hesitantly, she swiveled around to face him.
“Actually, Mel, I wanted to ask a favor…”
“Heh~? Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll think ab—”
He abruptly cut himself off. One look at the lipstick-stained tissue in her grasp made it clear what she was insinuating. As soon as that dawned on him, Mel’s lashes swept upwards, caught in a daze. But he forced out another taunt to deflect back onto her.
“T-This is some top-tier nonsense, even from you!!”
“I-I’m being serious!” She jumped to her feet, trying her hardest to keep her composure. “I won’t force you, it’s just... I’ll die if I embarrass myself tonight. Please?”
Mel went quiet.
“We can use the tissue as a barrier,” she insisted.
“...I don’t care about that... um...”
He refused to meet her in the eye. A soft blush colored his freckled cheeks. This was not the first time she’d seen Mel become so shy, but it definitely wasn’t a side of him she was used to. When he finally flicked his eyes back at her, he crinkled his nose before letting out a quick tch.
“...This isn’t going to save your garbage date anyway, but I’ll let you practice... once. And you don’t need the stupid tissue paper.” Mel sat up on the edge of her bed, but made no other advancements. He simply waited for her to do as she pleased. It was her practice; she could do all the work.
And so, she tried to mimic what she’d read in books: she tucked a loose curl of hair behind her ear, squeezed her eyes shut, and blindly pecked his face.
“...!” Mel immediately lurched backwards, swiping the back of his hand against his mouth. “What was that? You’ve really got nothing but sludge in that brain of yours, huh? Be gentler!”
“S-Sorry,” she rubbed her own mouth, trying to soothe the pain from knocking into him.
Her second attempt succeeded in being gentler, but Mel thought it was still too stiff.
“How are you this bad? You should be grateful I kept pestering you about this. That good-for-nothing meister would’ve dumped you in seconds.”
At that, she pulled away, clearly vexed by his words.
“If you’re such an expert then why don’t you show me?”
Mel was no longer shy like before -- this had evolved into an earnest training session, and he was determined to have it bear fruit. Without missing a beat, he cupped her cheeks in either hand. He then levitated above her, just for a bit of leverage, and pressed into her.
The difference in technique had never felt clearer. His lips were gentle, and warm, and molded against hers in a perfect blend of magic and passion.
But Mel broke apart just as quickly as he began. A smug smile crawled onto his face, while the Guild Keeper was left in a stunned haze. He’d taken her to enchanted places with just a single touch.
“Like that,” he said simply. “Let me know if that meister can do it better.”
Okay... I've been thinking about Alex from ymkr lately. I'm so in love with that man it's not even funny.
CW: NSFW, use of petnames, gn reader
Alex may be short, but he's the captain of Chevalier. He can wield a sword ease... you can't tell me he doesn't have any muscle under that armor he wears. He's physically strong and can most likely manhandle you and pin you down. But he doesn't. He's a sweet guy that wants to treat you gently and enjoy the myriad of expressions you make until he brings you to orgasm.
I think Alex is pretty average when it comes to his cock? Not too long, not too big, but he still does a very good job of making you feel good. He's very observant and can pick up on your reactions. He'll figure out pretty quickly where it feels good for you and when he does, he'll make sure to hit that spot over and over again, watching you intently as you lose yourself in pleasure.
Alex is all about body worship. He loves his partner and wants to let them know that he finds them gorgeous. Especially when they're under him. The type to whisper sweet nothings and press kisses on your skin over and over again. This man has a lot of stamina, so expect a very long night if he gets into it. And when you moan his name? He'll get even more riled up, thrusting into you so quickly that you see stars.
I have a headcanon that he loves seeing his partner in white. It makes you look so pure and beautiful, like an angel... that's about to be claimed by him. As for nicknames, I think he would go for "my prince" , "my princess", "your highness", or maybe "my angel". He'll say that he'll be your personal knight for tonight and he'll serve you the best he can.
He doesn't mind trying something new either. If there's something you would like to try, then he'll do it. I think the only thing he would be hesitant to do is hurting you if BDSM is your thing. He would hate to see bruises on your skin (not caused by his lovebites that is). He's a protector and him laying a hand on you to cause pain doesn't sit well with him. If he does agree though, he'll insist that you use the safe word right away if you start to feel like it's too much.
Also, this may just be me and my liking for possessiveness, but there's a dark part of Alex that loves the thought of you just being his. He's the only one that gets to touch you like this. No other person would ever get to see you in such a vulnerable state. And the fact that you trust him enough to do something so intimate with him and letting him take care of you just fills him with elation.
"How is it? Only I can make you feel like this right? Go ahead, moan my name... Because your mine and I'm yours."
Speaking of aftercare, Alex is a King when it comes to taking care of you. He'll hold you close and cuddle you with a gentle smile on his face. He might even give you some more kisses on your cheeks while showering you with praise.
"You did so well. I love you so much, angel..."
Make sure to give him praise and attention too. It reassures him that he did well to please you.
Alex didn't like feeling so vulnerable as someone whose job was to act strong and protect those who cannot fend for themselves. Yet, for some reason, the feeling you gave him was oddly comforting despite all his reservations.
— trade with @cleumuu
Alex had always thought that he would spend his last moments on a battlefield. Perhaps it was because of a fierce fight, a brave attempt to protect the people of his land and an honourable death any knight would be happy to have. Being a knight meant sacrificing certain things, even if it meant building up walls around your heart and clenching your fists to prepare for battle. It's an honourable position yet it's not gentle on those who choose such a path, they usually would have to give up the radiant warmth they grew so familiar with – Alex was no exception to this.
Ever since he picked up his sword, he already knew deep down that he would have to give up a few things. He knew that he had to roughen up his skin and clench his fists until it bled red. It was how he came to be the captain of The Knights – he was as ruthless as he was loyal to his duty as a knight and he wouldn't think twice about giving things up to fulfil his duty. His bravado outweighed everyone else's, and this is what made him a charismatic leader everyone looked up to. But ever since he came across you, he's been a little… different.
"Hey… I really don't think this is necessary, my nails will get chipped during training and missions anyway." His tone was hesitant as he held out his hands to let you grasp them while you pulled out a small bottle stained with silver. His expression was difficult to make out, but you hardly paid attention as you pulled his hands closer to your face and started inspecting them carefully.
His breath hitched for a moment as he felt your skin in direct contact with his. Such soft and tender skin… He shook his head immediately and tried to shoo away such thoughts, he needed to reflect on his actions and try not to lust over something as trivial as this – it was unbecoming of a knight like him. Though he couldn't help but feel a strange type of warmth bloom in his chest when you held his hand so gently, as if he was some sort of fragile statue needing care when he was the opposite of fragile. He was rough and sturdy, but you treated him otherwise. And the worst part of it all is that he didn't mind one bit, in fact, he liked it. He yearned for it unknowingly.
He couldn't bring himself to deny you when you entered his room with a small basket in hand, asking him if he would allow you to paint his nails. At first, he was hesitant, he understood that he told you that you're free to ask him for favours but he hadn't expected this kind. But soon he gave in as soon as you grabbed his hand and his cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment – he could never deny you, you were one of his weaknesses and he hated admitting that. Knights shouldn't brandish their weaknesses so brazenly.
"For a knight, I'd expect your nails to be in worse condition." You uncapped the bottle of polish and smiled deviously, "I'm surprised to see you've been taking decent care of them."
Alex cleared his throat, trying to push down his thoughts. "Harriet takes care of them for me from time to time. He rambles on about how having neat nails could be essential in sparking love – I can't see how it would be helpful, though, I just let him do it since he won't let me hear the end of it."
"That's a good thing, it'll make things easier for me." You shook the bottle with your hand as you laid his hand on your thigh, a gesture you didn't think much of but Alex thought otherwise. Such a gesture was ungentlemanly and could even be misinterpreted without context but you treated it so casually he couldn't help but think if he was overthinking – after all you just placed it there as a placeholder while you opened the bottle. But, even so, he thought: couldn't have you laid his hand elsewhere? He shifted his hand and laid it on the cushion instead, he couldn't stand such a gesture especially when both of you weren't even lovers. However, you failed to take notice of his unease as you picked up his hand once more and started painting his nails one by one.
For a minute it was just pure silence as you worked magic on his hands while he stared at you. He couldn't help but note how cute you looked when you were so focused on something, and he also couldn't help but fawn over the way you held his hand as it sent tingles down his spine. I shouldn't be this relaxed, I've got to keep my guard up, he thought. He's only ever known the roughness of the battlefield – his hands were already painted with red that can't be covered up no matter what you did. A foreign sort of guilt he carries on his shoulders, it came with his duty when he swore to become a knight.
He wondered if he was allowed to feel this way towards you. To be attracted to your gentle and radiant warmth that made him feel as if he had all the peace in the world; as if uncurling his clenched fists and telling him that the fighting is finally over. Each stroke of your brush on his nail was a ticking clock that he silently wished wouldn't move. The more you work, the less time you'd spend with him and he found that thought to be strangely sad. He was deep in his thoughts until you finally cleared your throat and said something.
"I hope you don't mind the colour I chose for you. It reminded me of you too much so I went with it." You smiled sheepishly. Alex could only sigh and give you a gentle smile in return.
"It's lovely. No need to worry about it, I trust your tastes."
"Hmm, if you were that trusting of me then maybe I should've gone with a wilder colour then!" You chuckled, "maybe a rainbow colour would make you stand out in battle."
"Do you want me to be targeted that badly?" He shook his head lightly, "if you went with that I would've insisted on doing your nails as well. Knights always return favours, after all."
"I'd like that actually," you absentmindedly chatted off. Your tone was teasing, "It means I'd get to spend more time with Chevalier's beloved captain."
He paused. He felt his heart quicken and his neck burn hotter by the second – it was out of pocket for you to be saying things like that! He coughed out a response: "A-Ahem, anyways, I wouldn't mind doing it for you. But be warned, I have no experience whatsoever with nails so it might turn out a little… worse than you might expect."
"Anything made by you is a wonderful gift already, don't worry about it too much."
Just a little longer. He'd like to spend more time with you; let him indulge in the warmth you showed him and let him hold your hand a little longer. He'll let his guard down and let you become one of his greatest weaknesses before he picks up his sword once more.
— "are you two dating?" ft. victor, emilio, merryrose
— VICTOR!
It took Victor a moment to process that question before quickly regaining his cool. He shot his co-worker a smile but in his mind he was panicking, thinking that he was being a little bit too obvious with his feelings. After all, he already said to himself that he'd push aside his feelings and let you meet other people. It made him feel a little giddy though, the thought of being mistaken as your lover gave him butterflies.
"Oh my, do we really seem that close?" He let out a small laugh, "we're really not dating."
"Then you wouldn't mind if I tried to confess to them, right?"
Crash!
"Huh?" It took Victor a moment to realize what was happening. As if ignoring what they just asked him, he chuckled. "Oh dear, I must've been distracted. Seems like I've broken a glass."
"A-Are you alright!?"
"Yes, I'm fine." His mask was slowly crumbling away and his voice suddenly turned deeper. A little bit rougher. He furrowed his brows and looked at his co-worker right in the eyes. "I can take care of this. Just scram already."
They gulped. Slowly backing away before sprinting out. Victor could only stare at their back getting smaller and smaller before letting out a deep sigh and ruffling his hair. "Ugh… I screwed up."
— EMILIO!
"Dating?" Emilio pondered for a second. He was debating between telling his fellow knight the truth or twisting it a little to match the image inside his head but he knew you wouldn't like it if rumors about you and him spread – and you were his priority. So he chose to tell him the truth… with a little bit of something sprinkled on top. "Well, no… but we're very close."
Maybe he did that to show off. Maybe he did that to ward him off because clearly, he was interested in you. He was fidgeting, sweating, and stuttering. If he was asking just for the sake of knowing, he wouldn't be as bothered as he is. However, this kind of situation calls for a different response.
"T-Then…! Could you put in a good word for me? I'm really interested in them so I've been wondering if you could help."
He didn't take the hint, he thought. A straightforward answer should do the trick.
"They're not looking for a relationship right now." Not a trace of guilt can be found on his face after spitting out a blatant lie. It was scary how his voice had gone cold yet his smile never wavered. "You should give up."
"Please? Just a little push is all I need so I can confess…"
Confess? Emilio tilted his head curiously. "You just don't give up, do you? It's an admirable trait for a knight… however," he grabbed his collar and pulled him closer – sending chills down his spine. "Do try to pick opponents your size."
He backed away, acting as if nothing happened. "Unless you want to be gobbled up, of course."
No one believed the knight when he said that Emilio threatened him.
— MERRYROSE!
"No, why?" Merryrose's reply was quick and simple. It was straightforward enough — No, they were not dating. He conveniently left out the 'yet' part and 'I wish we were' part. He thought it would be super embarrassing if anyone found out his big crush on you and right now he's doing his best to keep a straight face when he got asked this question.
"That's great to hear!" His eye twitched. "I was planning on asking them out soon so I had to make sure there really isn't anything going on between you two."
"Oh, really?" It was childish to get jealous, yes. But what's even more childish is the fact that he removed his glove and put his hand on their arm. He never thought he would intentionally charm someone with his ability but he thought it suddenly became useful for once. His pettiness knew no bounds. Sweetly, he asked: "Could you repeat that for me?"
"O-Oh..! I was wondering if you were interested in going on a date with me, Merryrose." It worked, perfect.
He put his glove back on and replied, "I've got plans. Don't go asking anyone else, though."
It was strange. He hated being treated like this but the moment they showed interest in you, all common sense got thrown out the window. It's fine, he thought. It would be bearable if they fawned over him instead of you. If it was you… He might just burst with jealousy.
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— MERRYROSE
It's not an exaggeration to say that Merryrose is ten times more annoying than his usual behaviour. After being cooped up in the guild home for most of his days, he's already a natural born attention-needy meister. What more if he felt the need to ask for a little bit more affection from you?
He won't hide it. He's never been the shy type and he's not going to start now—he would walk up straight to you and tell you what he wants. "Pay attention to me today!" He would say with a grin as if he wasn't asking for something ridiculous. No, no, he'd think it's the most natural thing in the world.
When you brush him off or say no, that's when he really amps up his game. He would follow you, hanging around you as you do your work and throw every possible distraction your way. From constantly calling your name to poking your skin until you have to turn your face to tell him to knock it off—to which he'll just go "Aha! You finally looked at me."
He can keep up this act for a while but once it dies down, you can tell by the way he starts going silent and there's a pout decorating his face. It was ridiculous to you but Merryrose was used to loneliness, and perhaps that was the reason why this was so important to him. He doesn't want to feel that again when he already has you.
And when you finally give in, cupping his cheek with your hands along with an apologetic smile. He'll wrap his arms around your waist and smirk—"Gotcha!"
— YMIR
As one of the most insufferable personalities among the entirety of Primus, he's definitely going to be annoying about it. The only difference is this host is a little more hands on with expressing how he wants attention.
You joke about how he's already getting enough attention as is with his job but then he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in closer, saying, "Eh~ That kind of attention doesn't matter to me at all. I want yours."
He's used to his advances being shut down so it didn't come as a surprise to him when you pushed him away gently, saying how he still had work to do and he should go. Still, it doesn't change the fact that he's disappointed about it. And knowing him, he doesn't give up that easily.
The last time he was vying for attention, he ended up playing a trick on you with handcuffs. It's not out of the question that he'd probably pull a similar stunt. Anything to keep your eyes on him—he'll start thinking of other ways to keep your eyes glued to him.
Although at the end of the day, when he's sulking and finally stops bugging you, he knows he already got you to lose your nonchalance with the way you come up to him with open arms and an awkward expression that tells him you started feeling guilty.
A lot of the things Towa experiences when it comes to love are firsts for him. It took him some time to get used to blending in with humans, trying to live normally and up until now he still encounters bizarre things that threaten to let his true identity out with the way he doesn't know how to react to them.
Physical contact is perhaps one of the things that Towa had to grow accustomed to when he entered a relationship. He wasn't made of the same flesh and skin as normal humans but whenever he held your hand, he could feel the warmth of it the same way.
The need for physical contact wasn't as urgent for him but he took every opportunity to hold your hand or give you a hug after he was informed that it's the most common way to show affection.
At some point he'd pick up a book he found at a local bookstore titled “100 ways to show your partner you love them” and he'd commit to doing every single one no matter how absurd they sound.
Give you 100 roses? Write a song for you? Fold a thousand paper cranes for you? They're ideas that Towa wouldn't think of himself but if someone told him to do that to show his love for you, he wouldn't hesitate to do it—that’s how much he values letting you know that you're precious to him to make up for his lack of humanity.
In his own way, he'll show you he loves you. The miniature automata he makes that were meant to be given to you might not mean much at first glance but they were made with thoughts of you.
He might need more frequent maintenance visits to Lagoon with the way his circuits keep heating up around you but he doesn't see it as a bad thing. After all, someone told him it's similar to what happens to human hearts.
Jealousy didn't come to Rouge as easily as it did to other people. The first thing that usually popped into his head wasn't exactly jealousy but something more akin to worry or some form of insecurity that clawed on his gut, telling him that he might not be good enough to compete.
Rouge paused as he caught sight of your figure entering the tavern, his glass inches close to his lips—completely forgetting he was holding it in the first place when the barkeeper snapped him out of his daze. His eyes were shining in delight at the sight of you and his body was already moving before he knew it.
He wanted to tell you to come sit next to him by the counter, his mouth already halfway opened to calling out your name until he faltered when he saw you approaching someone else.
Oh, maybe next time then. Rouge told himself as he tried to shove away the bitter feeling welling up in his chest and the taste of alcohol did nothing but make it worse. It was a simple matter, it made no sense to get worked up over it—at least that's what Rouge tried to tell himself.
He was usually good at keeping up appearances so when the barkeeper called out to him, letting out a hearty laugh, he couldn't help but panic a little and wondered what kind of expression he made to warrant that kind of reaction.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Rouge hummed, tracing the rim of his glass with his finger and feigning ignorance.
"You talk as if I didn't witness that whole display! What do you take me for?" The barkeeper placed a hand on Rouge's shoulder and gave it an encouraging squeeze that he thought was a little bit too strong. "You should be more aggressive! Nothing's gonna happen if you're gonna sit down and watch."
"Eh~? What's that?" Rouge laughed, trying to avoid his gaze. He tried playing it off but he would be lying if he said that the barkeeper's words didn't linger inside his head after he left him a free drink out of pity.
He pondered to himself. He thought that he was already being straightforward with his approach but when it came down to it, a little bit of hesitance along with a pinch of jealousy was enough to throw him off track.
Be aggressive, huh?
He snuck a glance towards your way, trying to find some sort of sign telling him if he should do something or not. That was his first mistake—he saw you laughing and smiling with someone else, and he couldn't help but feel something tug at his heartstrings.
It was an unpleasant feeling. He didn't want to look any longer but his gaze can't help but find you over and over again.
He clicked his tongue, setting down his glass in irritation. He was never the type to openly express these sorts of emotions that plagued him but frustration forced him to spit it out even for a split second just so he could muster his usual chipper smile and demeanor.
He stood up and made his way to the table you were sitting in. He didn't have a plan, and he certainly didn't have a clear goal in mind. What was he trying to achieve by doing this? He figured that he just wanted some peace of mind. How will he get that? He planned on figuring it out as he goes.
"Oh, you're here! You should've said hi to me. I'm hurt, y'know?" He placed his hand on your shoulder, greeting you as he always did, before turning his gaze to your company. "Eh, is this your friend? I don't think I've seen them before."
"Yeah, we bumped into each other here by coincidence and they invited me for a drink."
"Sounds really nice. Mind if I join you guys?" His gaze was expectant as he pinned it on them. He could tell that they were feeling pressured by his question—clearly against the notion but can't bring themselves to reject him directly.
"... Sure, if you'd like." They conceded, sighing, "you'll pay for your own drinks though."
Rouge smiled before taking a seat next to you. He didn't have any idea of what comes next or if his approach was appropriate. All he knew was that he couldn't sit still and watch. He'll stick next to you for the rest of the time, trying to shake off that nagging feeling at the back of his head.
"Haha, got it!" He hummed again, "then, shall we start?"
