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guys, im crying. ive been reading this manhwa for almost three years and i cant believe that this IS the end. i fell in love with them like they r my whole universe. my mind can’t accept that i need to say bye to them..
fortunately, we have to wait a little bit for a side stories!! (JUDITH OMG)
ᢉ𐭩 their sweet ways of caring for you… ft. multiple hsr men
warnings! none
a/n! here’s a lil hsr fluff for you guys bc you deserve the best n i’ve been slacking off lately LMAO this is super short but please enjoy <3
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mydeimos, who lets you borrow his hoodie or jacket, and pretends not to mind it but he does. whenever you and mydei go out and the air bites at your skin, you end up shivering and nudging him for his jacket. he always sighs, rolls his eyes, and drapes it over your shoulders like it’s the biggest inconvenience in the world, muttering something about how you’ll freeze him to death. but in truth, he finds it unbearably endearing—the way his jacket swallows you whole, sleeves dangling past your hands, the fabric hanging too loose on your frame. he never gets cold, not really, but he makes a point of always bringing a jacket, knowing full well you’ll ask for it before the night is through.
phainon, who brings your favorite snacks or drinks without you asking. you and phainon spend countless evenings curled up together watching movies, shows, or whatever series you stumble upon. and never once does he come empty-handed. there’s always something—a chocolate bar you fell in love with after trying once, a bag of chips he noticed you hoard by your bedside, or even the drink he originally bought for himself but quickly surrendered when you decided you liked it better. you never have to ask for anything; he remembers on his own. every time he goes out for groceries, he somehow returns with your favorite snacks and drinks tucked away in the bags, like it’s second nature to think of you before himself.
blade, who keeps an eye on you in crowded spaces, hand on your back to guide you through. crowded places have never sat well with blade—too many bodies, too much noise, too many unknown hands brushing past. but if you’re with him, he refuses to let you out of his sight. sure, he knows he could always find you, but he’d rather not take the risk. he keeps you close, a steady hand guiding you through the sea of people, his presence a shield against the chaos. if someone dares shove into you, blade doesn’t hesitate to shove back, muttering curses under his breath and throwing sharp, venomous glares at anyone bold enough to complain. all he wants is for you to walk without worry, to breathe without fear—because if you’re beside him, nothing else matters.
boothill, who pulls you closer if it’s cold or lightly adjusts your scarf or jacket. he can’t stand the sight of you shivering, not even for a second. boothill knows you get cold far too easily, so he’s made it his quiet mission to keep you warm. his arm finds its way around your shoulders, tugging you close against him as if he could shield you from the wind itself. he slips your hand into his own, tucking it into his pocket where his warmth can seep into your fingers. he even fusses over your scarf or jacket, adjusting it carefully until your throat and chest are properly covered, muttering little remarks under his breath like some overprotective grandmother. it isn’t dramatics—it’s simply that he cares. he doesn’t want you catching a chill, doesn’t want you sick. keeping you warm is his way of loving you.
dan heng, who always sends a “did you get home safe?” text after you leave. it doesn’t matter if dan heng himself walks you right up to your doorstep, waits until you’ve unlocked the door, and even hears the faint click of it shutting behind you—he’ll still text you later, did you get home safe? it’s never about doubting what he’s seen; it’s about reassurance, about that final confirmation that nothing slipped past him, that you’re truly where you should be. if there’s even the slightest chance of trouble, he’ll do anything to keep any unwanted eyes far from you, making sure the night is quiet and unbothered in your presence. you’ve grown used to his messages, those gentle check-ins, but the comfort they bring never fades. each one is proof that he won’t rest easy until he knows you’re safe—and only then can he allow himself to sleep.
sunday, who notices when you’re stressed and quietly helps. he can’t stand sitting back and watching you wear yourself down. sunday knows you’d rather not pile your worries onto him, that you try to handle everything alone, but he also knows the toll it takes. so he steps in quietly, never making a scene of it—carrying heavy bags before you can protest, running small errands you forgot about, taking care of chores without asking. to him, actions speak louder than words. if easing your burden means scrubbing through a mountain of dishes or cooking enough meals to fill the whole week, he’ll do it without hesitation. because for sunday, seeing you rest—truly rest—is worth more than anything else.
dr. ratio, who listens—like really listens—and remembers things you said weeks ago. you’d think veritas would be too absorbed in his papers, calculations, and endless research to care about your rambling, but he never misses a word. while his quill scratches against parchment or his eyes skim numbers, he’s quietly memorizing every detail of your day. later, he’ll bring them up when you’ve forgotten, reminding you of things you didn’t even realize you mentioned. when you’re uncertain, he offers measured advice, subtle tips woven into his calm responses. he pretends he’s too busy, acts like his work is all-consuming—but the truth is, he’d rather hear your voice than drown in ink and numbers.
anaxa, who checks your expressions to know how you’re feeling, even if you don’t say it. he had always been unnervingly perceptive, able to peel people apart with a single glance—but with you, it was different. anaxa didn’t need your words, didn’t need you to stumble through half-explained feelings or hide behind excuses. he knew you too well, every subtle shift in your expression, every twitch of your brows, every falter in your voice. to him, you were an open book, one he’d studied so thoroughly that even your silence spoke volumes. it didn’t matter if you tried to mask it—he always knew exactly what you were feeling.
argenti, who makes sure you eat or drink water when you forget. argenti had always been unfailingly gentle with you. he was there through everything—steady, constant, a quiet anchor you could always lean on. whenever life piled too much on your shoulders and you lost track of your own needs, he was the one who’d softly remind you to eat, to drink, to pause and breathe. sometimes he’d even press a glass of water to your lips or hold a spoon for you himself, his touch light but insistent. in moments like those, you couldn’t help but think he was the kind of man anyone would be lucky to have—the kind of man you’d never thought you’d find.
aventurine, who memorizes the little things you like and surprises you with them. he had always been so considerate with you, never once forgetting your needs or wants. he’d put on your favorite song in the car without a second thought, humming along just to make you smile. he always ordered your favorite coffee without even needing to ask, remembering the exact way you liked it. he wore the cologne you adored because he knew it lingered on your clothes and comforted you even when he wasn’t around. aventurine’s memory was sharp, but when it came to you it felt like he noticed everything—the little things no one else ever did. and every time, you were left surprised by just how much he cared, how much space you seemed to take up in his thoughts without even trying.
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wherein Blade does not recognise you, even though he should.
Blade’s intense gaze upon you is full of heat, tempered gentleness…and confusion where there ought to be achingly fond affection.
“Who…are you?”
Those aren’t the words you expected to hear from your lover. Your soulmate. The one you’ve shared countless sweet memories with. Then again, ever since arriving in this strange realm, everything has felt like a hazy dream. Like wading through dense fog.
How did you even get here? Last thing you remember is ambling through the bustling evening streets of this unfamiliar city, the twinkling billboards occasionally flashing Welcome to Iia. The buildings, vibrant even in the setting sun, were smattered with posters of people smiling and cuddling strange creatures you’d never seen before.
And there atop an atrium, one of the biggest billboards of all, had been Blade, posing as though he wasn’t one of the universe’s most wanted criminals. Wearing a crisp and smart black suit and holding a sleek pair of sunglasses in one hand, his smouldering gaze oozed sheer power as he sat authoritatively in that shot.
And then you’d begun to run, weaving through alleys and narrowly dodging some of the creatures you’d seen in the posters, hoarsely calling out Blade’s name. If this were a dream, then finding him should be the awakening. Find him, like you always do, and everything would be all right. The fog would clear (or is the fog only in your head?), you’d be off this planet, and you’d be in his arms.
And you’d found him, because Blade always wants to be found by you. He was there, at the end of the lane you’d dashed through. Undoubtedly Blade, from his crimson eyes to his indifferent crossed arms to his long navy blue hair blowing gently in the wind. But he’d recoiled in surprise before you could reach out for his hand. And now he’s frowning at you.
He’s acting like a stranger.
“I—I don’t understand,” you stammer, taking a step back. He’s never looked at you with such blankness before. “Bladie…? Is this a joke?”
His frown deepens, and his shoulders tense ever so slightly. “Do not call me that like you know me personally.” His voice is dangerously gentle, like he’s reining in the bubbling magma of his ire only because you look so pathetically helpless.
“But I do know you!” you exclaim, louder than you’d wanted, and you try to calm yourself. Don’t be ballistic. “You’re Stellaron Hunter Blade, birth name Ying-”
His eyes narrow and he clicks his tongue before you can go on. “As the Novarch of Strength, I have many titles people refer to me by. However, Stellaron Hunter is new to me.”
Novarch of Strength…?
Static binds your mind, your soul, your tongue. You don’t understand. You don’t understand at all.
It’s only when something nudges your foot do you get pulled out of your murky stupor. There’s a puppy-like creature, blue fur and red eyes and a scythe-shaped bone protruding from its head. It’s sniffing at you and when you look down at it, it cocks its head at you.
Blade’s gaze flicks to his strange puppy. “Cublade has a sense for absurdity. Given he isn’t snapping or barking at you, you do not seem dangerous.”
You might just buckle to the ground. “Y-your—uh—Cublade is right. I swear I’m not a threat, and I’m not bullshitting you. You’re my…my…”
Now it’s Blade’s turn to cock his head, looking almost exactly like his puppy. It hurts, he’s got this close bond with this puppy and somehow you missed the entire burgeoning of that relationship. “Yes?”
“My…husband.” Your voice breaks. Was everything before this a dream, and this is the real world, where none of your memories together were real? The dam bursts and you tell him everything—who he was to the universe, to his companions, and most importantly, to you. All the while he listens quietly, his pup sitting beside him almost meditatively.
A long silence lapses. You’re afraid he might set his puppy on you and shred you to bits, or perhaps pull out his sword and do the job himself.
But Blade doesn’t sneer; he doesn’t scorn. Instead, he continues to watch you, contemplative. You might just cry.
The heavens do it for you first. From the dark sky comes a drizzle, one fat drop of water after the next, and then more and more until it looks like a downpour might beat down on you mercilessly if you don’t hurry and find shelter.
You’re afraid Blade might turn and walk away now, Cublade in tow, and leave you to fend for yourself. Alone, in a strange place. The rain begins its torrential fall.
But before you can feel the brunt of it, an umbrella blots out the sky overhead. Pristine white, glimmering with the borrowed light of nearby streetlamps.
Blade steps closer, umbrella in hand, ensuring you’re huddled under the safe middle of the canopy. A gesture you remember well, but an action he’s seemingly performing with you for the first time.
His other hand rises to your face, cupping your cheek. He’s still wearing that contemplative expression, even as you let out shuddering breaths, instinctively leaning into his touch out of habit. He doesn’t seem opposed to it.
“Show me, then,” he murmurs, thumb caressing your cheek. “If you are who you say you are, I wish for you to show me.”
Your breath catches in your throat as the rain patters down all around you both, but the heat of his touch, and the protection of his umbrella, so painfully intimate, keep you shielded against the bitter cold. The challenge in his words has been extended to you out of trust, of patience.
You can win his heart again. You must.
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Hi ! Can i ask the réaction of yandere (separated),reynold eckar,calisto regulus,dion agriche,caelus,Benjamin lemberk,claude obélia
Scenario:he is engaged by the one they love(and obssesed)the most :reader...but reader have a clingy bestfriend (she's a female) and when i say clingy...i mean...VERY CLINGY
Her and her Best friend grow together and of course the Best friend and the yandere we will not like each other. And... so that happen that reader Best friand Come to see y/n(even whihout the permission of the yandere)
(I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I made small scenarios since I wasn't sure what to do and headcanons might've been too much for me for the while)
"Mrs Eckhart!! Your friend, Lady Aurelia is here!!" A maid softly announced as you perked up. Your hand gently pushing down Reynold, lips and lipstick smudged with the top of your dress torn and your corset being undone until the news came.
Reynold annoyedly glared at the maid, "I thought I said the Ekcharts weren't accepting visitors.." he hissed softly, "Oh, it's fine!! Tell her to wait in the tea room. I'll be right there." you smiled brightly, getting off your husband's lap.
Reynold immediately missed your warmth on his thighs as he squeezed your hips one time before letting you go, anger and annoyance pooling in him. Gods, your stupid best-friend..
Reynold sighed, face palming as he felt his lips. His lips flushed and slightly swollen with lipstick also smudged as you hurriedly walked around, trying to fix yourself.
You quickly wiped your lips, applying a normal tint. Grabbing a normal but casual dress and brushing hair quickly, before you hurriedly walked out. Excited to see your best-friend.
Reynold sighed, following you after he wiped his lips, and buttoning his shirt again, hook your arm with his, "Does your friend have no decorum? We clearly stated no visitors without prior notice." he hissed.
"I know..But just, let her. She's my best-friend, we grew up toge—", "Yes, yes..You two grew up together, she set you up with your first crush, she designed your debut dress and she comforted you after your lover back then went missing"
Reynold sighed as you looked up, pausing but smiled nonetheless. Gods, Reynold seriously should've been smart back then when he got your lover killed, your best-friend now knew what he did. And of-course, your best-friend's glare was placed on him as you hugged her tight.
"Aurelia, how lovely to see you!!" you hummed, snuggling against her, head buried in her shoulder, she genuinely smelt of strawberries and soil after rain, you liked it.
Reynold silently watched, his fingers trembling against the teapot he picked up to pour himself some tea, wanting to bash it across Aurelia's head, gouge her eyes out, watch the blood seep down into your gorgeous gown, let it smother across yo—
Aurelia hummed, patting your back, her smirk and eyes trained on Reynold, as he blinked and composed himself. An obvious threat—
Any disrespect from him, secrets will be torn apart by her to you..
Callisto Regulus
Callisto stood silent, helping you pick out clothes as you left to change in them for fitting as Aurelia hummed, fanning her face, "So, crown prince Regulus. How have they been?" She asked lovingly, but obvious mocking which Callisto pretended to ignore,
"Delightful, we're been becoming friends aside from being lovers." he said softly, his ruby eyes glaring down at her as she fiddled with her fan. She stopped fanning herself, gently drawing it through her left hand silently, repeatedly.
Clearly meaning to say 'disgusting' or 'I hate you' in the fan language that Callisto knew Aurelia would know. Callisto obviously thought of her as a pompous, bimbo and dumb rich girl, trying to be all coy with her action with her fan.
Callisto's blood red eyes glared at her, wanting to draw out his sword and tell her why she shouldn't cross a member of the Imperial family or why she shouldn't be bothering you with trivial things when you could be with HIM!
But she put down her fan on her lap as you walked out, showing the clothes you wore, no matter a dress or suit Callisto's glare still would soften as he put them on you. Gods, he wanted to get down on his eyes and let you have your way with him.
But he smiled,
"You look lovely, darling." He smiled, as he walked close and reached out his finger to let you twirl gently to show off your clothes. You smiled brightly, oblivious to the tension as Aurelia tightened her grip on her folded fan.
Callisto twirls you and pulls you close, as he hums in approval, "You like nice in this colour, brings out your eye." He whispers, pressing a kiss to your head as Aurelia cleared her throat, holding up luxurious fabrics for you to choose from.
In styles you had an interest in, in trends you'd make with every clothing or accessory you wore to any place you went to as the spouse of the heir of the Eorka empire.
And they'd both make sure no one would be above them in your terms of affection, not even each other.
Dion Agriche
Dion silently watched, twirling his dagger in his hand, his blood-red eyes trained stoically and calculated on Aurelia. All it would take was one sharp throw....
It would go across her jugular making your so-called 'best-friend' choke on her own bodily fluids and blood. But no matter how much he loved your emotions, he wasn't willing a whole silent treatment from you.
You talked to her brightly, gossiping silently as to not bother Charlotte, who just so happened to be at the other end of the tea-room doing some 'work' as she claimed. You figured it was because she wanted dirt and blackmail, since even when you and Aurelia didn't talk, Charlotte hissed silently about your voices 'being too grating on my damn ears!!'
But a look form Aurelia and Dion shut her up, making her go back to her books and 'work'—
"I told you, you can always propose the idea to the Southern grand duke. I heard he is fond of artists such as yourself" You said softly, holding Aurelia's hand as Aurelia nodded, sipping her tea with her other hand.
"Of-course, I'll take your word for it." she smiled sweetly before turning to Dion, his blue-white tea cup left deserted with the tea already going cold—
"Dion, dear? You've not touched your tea, why..?" You asked with soft concern as Aurelia hummed, motioning for him to but he simply gritted his teeth, his dull-red eyes glaring back at Aurelia who used her tea-cup as an excuse to hide her smile, before she pulled your attention back to her—
"Did you hear what happened at the last banquet my father put on? Some lady and her husband ended up meeting with the mistress and-" She spoke brightly, weaving a gossip story to put you on the edge of the seat, pulling off any attention from Dion or the tea cup she could.
Of-course he didn't touch it, he could see assassination attempts and poison laced paints anywhere from a mile away. It was just subtle enough that he couldn't really claim she tried to poison him but strong enough to end his life and have it be celebrated as 'Black Agriche's freak accident' with the paint.
It could have multiple symptoms using it, death one of them, but with him and Aurelia's despisation for each other. He could easily tell death would be his main symptom.
Your purple-brown tea cup on the other had your and Aurelia's inside joke carved in it and you promised her you'd use it everyday for tea, so you were using it, perfectly safe paint, tea-plate shaped like a soft shell with purple-brown and grey checked patterned glazed in the prettiest patterns.
It brought life to the dull Black Agriche household and you knew better than to have it saved in the kitchen with Dion's because one or the other reasons, it would end up breaking... Gods, how sweet of Aurelia to do so!!
Caelus of Vrandt
Caelus sat silently, fixing a bouquet in the gardens as he watched you and Aurelia talk brightly. She spoke of her admirers as always, which Caelus would not help but roll his eyes at, such obnoxious bimbos like constantly try to suck up to you..!
"Oh come now!! A whole 143 flowers to proclaim love to me. Dno't you suppose you deserve something like it..?" Aurelia asked sweetly, putting her huge bouquet down with 143 different types of flowers with exactly 520 flowers.
As you focused on the flowers, Caelus' hand tighten around the vase and scissors as he took in a breathe, he couldn't kill her off. Not unless he wanted you to run away like Diana, his best-friend, did. Why was Aurelia implying he didn't give you enough?
Sure, in his head nothing was ever enough for someone like you..But he knew from a rational point of view that he spoiled you rotten, no person was more pampered than you. And he's made sure of it.
"Uh, I don't need that many flowers all together, Aurelia." You hummed, but plucked off a leaf, tearing it as she softly ate some sweets you'd gotten her. Aurelia hummed, softly and Caelus could feel her eyes on his back—
"But if you ever do feel slightly unloved, just tell me. I'll fix your husband for you, right up! Can't have my favourite person upset now, can I?" she cooed in a playful and almost sultry manner, as you giggled.
You and hers fake-flirting was another reason for Caelus' migraines, he swears he could see Aurelia and her stupid face whenever he hears you giggle, unless it's at him... Gods, horrible.
Aurelia talked on her recent 'paramour' and how many gifts she's been given, admired by all. She was a society jewel. "And he allowed me to gift my friends so many things. Gods, just come visit whenever!!" she said so brightly.
It was like how Caelus would also gift things for you to give to your friends if you want.
You smiled, wanting your husband to join as you gently called out, as Aurelia's fingers tightened on her tea-cup's handle, "Caelu-" Caelus perked up, a smile gracing his lips at hearing you call his name.
He could just lay down in your lap, letting you call his name for an eternity if he could, but sadly a little pinprick stood at his side —
"Oh, no matter. Don't invite him, it's OUR friendship time." Aurelia said, dismissed Cael who turned to you with a wave of her hand, as if asking him to get back to his bouquet he was fixing as you sighed, nodding to your friend.
"Sorry, never-mind dear." you called to him as he grumbled, accidentally snipping off a pair of perfect blooms before he picked it up and held it tightly, subconsciously squishing it to a pulp and dropping it on the grass.
Fucking bitch..
Benjamin Lemberk
"And how has married life been treating you..? Regrets?" Aurelia asked sweetly as you sat with her, a new sort of glow after your marriage to Lemberk was surprising. You shook your head—
"It's been pretty fine, actually lady Aira-" Benjamin began but Aurelia cut him off, "Whatever it may be, you're just getting prettier these days!!" Aurelia smiled brightly, pulling you close to her as she spoke brightly, ignoring Benjamin, not that you noticed. He did..'
He always did..
Benjamin sighed out, his smile tight and he was livid, but you'd ask him to be civil with her and you'd ask her that too for today's outing. Aurelia gushed over your hair and clothes, admiring the shoes and the jewellery you adorned all the while telling you about people she's heard had an interest in you—
"Hm..That low viscount, I think..Acesius? I'm not sure if that's his name, but apparently, he had his eyes set on you since your debut!" Aurelia said brightly as you giggled, you were out of commission for life now..But it's always fun to gossip around!
"Oh come now, you'll upset Benjamin. Be nice!~" You smiled, rubbing your husband's back as he gave you a smile, "No worries, darling..I know—" he gave Aurelia look, "—how people are desperate to be around you."
He said as Aurelia looked away, gritting her teeth to the point she was sure they'd break, how dare this bastard insinuate Aurelia was only around you for desperation of attention, she GENUINELY loved you!
And she's seen what this bastard has done..Killing off some of your male family members during a house fire, which wasn't an accident, but all his planning.
But Aurelia wouldn't say it lest Benjamin reveal why your aunt, the one who made you feel bad about a previous breakup, was taken by an 'illness' rapidly. Aurelia wouldn't tell you why she poisoned girls who tried to be your friend for the sake of it..
And most of all, neither Aurelia nor Benjamin would reveal why the two seem so tense around each other. Aurelia could feel her throat constrict and hurl if she saw how nicely Benjamin treated you..He didn't deserve that!
And Benjamin couldn't stand to look of that pompous bimbo Aurelia around you, influencing you to do things you might not want..Neither could handle it!!
Oh how gross you got stuck with that person as someone you trusted..
Claude De Alger Obelia
Claude looked up, his head in your lap as the emperor silently relaxed the solitaire of the imperial palace gardens with you. You hummed softly, running your fingers through his hair. The silence and soft humming from you was perfect to removing any tense or stress the emperor may have accumulated from his duties..
You gently put flowers in Claude's short blonde hair, admiring his face as if it was like a painting.. Claude's eyes closing between consciousness and sleep, wanting to hear you hum longer and as much as he could as he finally got your attention to himself—
"Your highness. Your friend, Lady Aistara is here to see you, may I bring her here?" A maid asked sweetly as you grinned brightly, much to Claude's chagrin, and nodded.
Claude silently turned on his side in a way he wouldn't face Aurelia when she came and your best-friend's sharp voice did come in a bright, almost boastful greeting,
"Ah! There you are, my imperial highness. You seem rather content. A bit too much content that you've not written letters?~ How sad!" Aurelia smiled brightly as Claude clenched his jaw, his hand holding your luxurious clothes tightly, not wanting to start a scene as the emperor..
"Oh, asleep, is he..? Oh, you always said he's so tired. I'm surprise you don't feel neglected these days with him doing his imperial duties." Aurelia hummed, sitting down beside you as you gently nudged her and hit her shoulder as she giggled,
"Okay-okay! No guy can neglect you, got it!" she giggled as you smiled, gently pushing Claude's hair back as he sighed silently, "You know, I'm surprise you both held on so tightly. I'm glad." Aurelia hummed, Claude still somehow noticed the strain in her voice.
Gods, can she never leave you alone..? Even during your honeymoon she accompanied the pair of you...
Forgetting that for now, Claude silently huffs before turning over and choosing to block out the noise and sleep.
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