whatisreggieshortfor asked:

I know you probably have a whole bunch of requests you’re working on, but I’ve been binging your Masterlist so I’d hate myself if I didn’t ask-

Could you do more of the fake dating trope with confessions or where they got jealous of the reader’s brother when they saw them together?

Honestly I don’t care which characters in general but I’d love if Finral could be one of them.

Thank you for writing!

Pairing: Finral x gn!reader Genre: Hurt-comfort Trope: Fake dating Length: ~1.4k Contains: themes of fake dating, apprehension (Finral), angsty beginning, but a spin and a kiss at the end, so very much a happy ending Song I associate with Finral here

Of course I can make headcanons with a "meowing" s/o. And... dw, I don't think it's that weird, because... I do it too. Whoops 😅 Love you too dear ^-^💖

Pairing: Luck Voltia x gn!reader, Finral Roulasace x gn!reader, Vanessa Enoteca x gn!reader

Fic type: Headcanons

Length: ~0.6k

Genre: fluff

GIF by ydotome

• The first time you meow in Luck’s presence you don’t even think about it too much. You just look at him, and let out a soft “meow” with a grin.
• He blinks at the sound that leaves your lips, and bursts into a well-meaning laugh that bubbles to the surface from a combined feeling of amusement and deeming you cute and adorable, even if he wasn’t quite able to dress it into words.
• Then he looks at you with bright eyes, and that wide smile of his that makes butterflies swirl and dance in your stomach, and meows back to you. Which makes you laugh in turn. Never before has anyone answered you with another meow.
• You meow back with another laugh, this time with a slightly different tone, and he replies with a new tone of his own.
• The conversation, without real dialogue, continues, and gradually burrows itself into your relationship. It becomes a gentle greeting, a word of comfort, a question of ‘are you alright’.
• It becomes a way of saying “I love you”.

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• With Finral… Though he is kind and caring, you hesitate for a while. Because you know that it’s not a common practice to meow at random, and you don’t wish to downright think that you’re weird before getting to know you well enough.
• So, you try to avoid doing so. Until one day you forget to be careful, and it just falls from you. After which he stops and looks at you. There’s no judgement in his expression; instead, it’s that of… wondering and confusion.
• You mumbled out something that sounds like an apology, before telling him that it’s a habit of yours. And you look at him, letting out another ”meow” as if to just prove a point.
• This time he smiles, and his hand moves to stroke your hair. “And you’re the cutest kitty I know,” after which he has a brief moment of panic, during which he insists that he doesn’t mean to imply anything, but honestly… It makes you laugh.
• So, you do, until he quiets down and looks to the floor ahead of you.
• You lean closer and press a kiss onto his cheek, letting out another, quiet, soft meow. And you smile at him.
• He looks at you, and smiles back. He gets it, and finds it adorable.

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• With Vanessa your first “meow” comes out with a teasing tone and a smirk. Which she very much reciprocates with a teasing “meow” of her own, not thinking too much about it.
• And so it continues, for a while, stated in teases, mostly teases. Until, little by little, it turns to softer smiles and affection.
• She does notice the fluctuation, but she doesn’t comment. She doesn’t say a thing, because she loves it. She loves the way you meow at her, the utterance rolling from you with almost a purr.
• And she does want you to purr.
• So, it becomes… not quite a game, but something you both do. She leans closer and whispers one against your cheek, and you do the same. Or you speak it out with a tease and a smirk, the way it started. Or then you say it while nudging her head, slight melancholy dripping when you wonder if she’s feeling alright.
• She smiles. She loves it. The wordless form of communication; though perhaps a silly thing to do, what lovers don’t share at least a few silly things? The things they would do only with that loved one. The sacred, loving things that only they understand.
• From you, to her, and vice versa, it’s a soft meow.

trolling-the-interwebs asked:

hello laura!! I was wondering if I could request Leo, Langis, Finral, and Marx and what kind of hugs you think they would give? (this definitely isn't because I need comfort nope)

Hiya Kit!

Of course! These four boys don't get enough love and adoration anyhow~ (And I hope that you're doing better 🥺)

Pairings: Leo x gn!reader, Langris x gn!reader , Finral x gn!reader, and Marx x gn!reader

Fic type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff

• Leo’s hugs are energetic, and tight. He’d squeeze like he wouldn’t have seen you in days, despite having seen you only a few hours ago.
• And they’d be warm. Even in the middle of winter, you’d feel like it was a bright summer day as he holds you in his arms. Which he always does, for the hugs, no matter how tight, firm and energetic they might be, they’re never short-lived. Even if he was in a rush, it wouldn’t be ‘enough in a rush’ to not give you a lingering embrace.
• Perhaps the rushed hugs would even be the tightest, because he tries to compensate for the time with the intensity. He just wants you to know that he appreciates you.
• But when you’re allowed to just be, and enjoy each other’s company, he’ll curl around you. His arms will pull you close and press your head against his chest as he buries his nose into your hair. And he’ll stay there, even when he starts heating up. Because your presence is far too sweet for him. He does let go eventually, but that’s only when it starts becoming far too hot to bear, you both beginning to sweat.
• Once that point is reached, he’ll squeeze you and press a kiss onto your forehead before finally letting go. But he assures you that it’s only because of warmth. And it is. Which is assured by his wish to still linger close to you with a bright smile on his face.

• In public he doesn’t give hugs, or… a lot of PDA in general. What he does agree to do, is link your arm to his, walking side by side. Perhaps even hand holding, which is a less formal version of holding him by the arm.
• It’s the “respectable” thing to do. To hold your head high and look as mighty as you can. That was what nobles were supposed to do, and not show affection towards your partner. No, private moments such as that were supposed to be kept just as that, private.
• But. Once you’re home, in the sanctity of your own room, all the years of living a loveless life would come to show. After he has finally gotten to the point where he dares to ask for your affection, he can’t get enough of it. He’ll drink it up like his life dependent on it.
• Perhaps it does. He doesn’t know, and doesn’t care to find out, because whenever he’s in your embrace, it feels like every even remotely kind thing done to him coming back to him, all at once. And he’ll hold onto you with such passion, craving, even need.
• His arms will wrap around you so tightly, but never hurting. How could he? How could he hurt you, the one who loves and respects him as who he is; a person.
• He’ll cling onto you, and press his head against your chest. Or your head against his. Some days it might be both. He wants to hear your heart beating for him, and he wants you to hear his heart beating for you.

• Finral likes to flirt with you, even years after you started dating. After all, it never hurts to keep it fresh. He’ll hold your hand, perhaps even wrap his arm around your shoulders, though that’s not his preferred style. Even if he does like to hold you. Hug you. Keep you close.
• He would give you quick, passing hugs on the go, whenever he’s not able to stay with you for long. But those brief embraces would always be accompanied by a longing, smiling gaze that would speak of his adoration for you.
• A gentle touch and a warm smile, if he’s not able to hold you even as much as a passing embrace.
• His hugs, in private, would include the entire spectrum from light to tight. He’d hold you in his embrace, running his fingers through your hair, but also, when the situation calls for it, he’d hug you so tight that you would never fear slipping from him.
• He would whisper sweet nothing into your ear, and assure you that he’d always be there for you. Because you’re the best thing that ever happened to him.

• Marx… He doesn’t get a lot of time to spend with you, and unfortunately falls into the category of “preferably no PDA”. So, his appreciation is in the faint, apologizing smiles when he has to work overtime. Which, quite frankly, you didn’t initially realize was “overtime”, given how often he stays in his office.
• And if you’re asleep whenever he comes home, he doesn’t want to wake you. But he would wrap his arm around you as he lays next to you. Gently and carefully, not to disturb you.
• But when he can take the time, he’s not letting go. You’ll be curled on the sofa, or an armchair, with drinks and snacks nearby, and he’ll just hold you.
• He’ll run his fingers through your hair, slowly, and carefully, as if you’d break. He’d talk about everything and nothing, or then say nothing at all. It depends on the day, and your mood.
• His firm embraces happen every now and then, but come in second to his caressing, lingering ones. Because those hold the most emotion, coming from him. It is, as if, he’s holding onto the most precious thing in all of Clover.
• Because… he is.

Of course! When this request first appeared in my inbox, I was instantly intrigued. Because it's one of those requests that allow me to explore and broaden my perspective as a writer, and it's different. So, this was very fun to write, and I hope you like it! ^-^

Pairings: Finral x gn!reader, Zora x gn!reader & Gauche x gn!reader

Fic type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff/slice of life (?)

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• Finral first saw you at a café, just sitting there with a cup in your hand. And he couldn’t help but be at awe because of your beauty; to him, you were truly beautiful. Your hair, your nose, everything about you just seemed perfect.
• He admired the gentle hold you had of the cup, as if being careful not to break it. Your fingers handled it with care. Every single movement you made, was elegant. And for a moment, he was taken aback, but still he approached you.
• “My my, you must’ve fallen from heaven,” he commented as he approached you. And you turned your head slightly towards him, as if apprehensive if he was talking to you.
• He wondered about it, because most often people at least looked at him whenever he talked to them. But as you began to speak, without directing your gaze, he began to realize it: you couldn’t see.
• “Are-, are you talking to me?” You asked with slight hesitance, your hand feeling the surface of the table before you placed the cup on it.
• “Yeah,” he mumbled while rubbing the back of his head. “So uh… come here often?” He asked, unsure of what to say. He tried to avoid stating the obvious. It was on the tip of his tongue, but pointing it out would be rude and unnecessary. He was just afraid of blurting out something stupid.
• A faint smile tugged your lips up. “Not really,” you replied. “I, um, I have memorized the route here, and I try to come by… Sometimes. It’s nice to be able to do things for yourself,” you explained.
• His eyes shifted for a moment to your cane, which made him mumble out few sentences of casual small talk, that drew attention to the look of your surroundings. Which he corrected just as soon as the words had left him, making him spiral into embarrassed defeat.
• There was a heavy sigh, followed by a “you can just tell me off already…” he mumbled, which made you feel all the more sorry for him. Because his constant attempt of trying to correct himself, along with the panicking mumbling, it told you that he was just uneasy, and not really a bad guy. He was just… unsure.
• So, you told him that you weren’t going to tell him off, but that you appreciated his attempt to come and talk to you. And that sparked a conversation. After all, he had already stumbled, and made himself look like a fool. There was no way he could have made it worse. Which made him more relaxed.
• And the conversation ended up being a long one, after which he walked you home. But it also resulted in the two of you agreeing to meet again.
• He told you that he was in awe of you being able to live the life you lived, without a sight. He couldn’t do that. But that just proved to him how strong of a person you were.
• And once you began living together, he tried to accustom to placing items always in their designated places, not moving around furniture, and just being patient with you. Doing things just took a little bit longer for you, at least some of them, but he couldn’t manage nowhere nearly as well as you did.
• But he never pitied you. Oh no. Because you didn’t need his pity. And, quite frankly, there was nothing to pity. You just experienced the world a bit differently from him, and he’d certainly have time to learn about it. And he loved learning about it; about you. He loved holding you, and having your fingertips gracing over his features for you to ‘see’ him.
• He loved it, and he loved you.

Of course!! I’m telling you; nothing beats a wonderful, loving hug ^_^ I hope you like these! 🥰💕

• He’s not one to casually show affection. After all, he has a reputation to upkeep, so PDA is a no, no, for him.
• But once you get in private; behind closed doors or around the corner (Especially at the Silva estate, since he knows it and the schedule of the staff, like the back of his hand. So, he’d know when and where he could pull you into an embrace without being seen.); it’s an entirely different story.
• Whenever he gives you a hug, he really means to give you a hug.
• He likes to pull you close and wrap his arms around you tightly; pressing his head against yours as he closes his eyes and breaths in your scent.
• He likes to linger in the embrace, feeling your heart beating against him. And if you sink your fingers into his hair, or rub circles to his back with your hand, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. Oh no. He’d like to keep you there was as long as possible.
• And if you’d be the one in need of comfort or reassurance, he wouldn’t really have the right words to offer you. But he would hold you close, and press your head against his chest. And he’d hold you for as long as you need, because he knows just how good it feels. He knows just how much it means.
• So, even if he isn’t the best at expressing his emotions with words; whenever he’s holding you, you don’t need to doubt his love for you.

• Yuno is on team “Public displays of affection? What are those?”
• It’s not that he doesn’t like taking your hand, or when you take his; he’s just inexperienced and shy. After all, he hasn’t been in a relationship before. So, all of this, feeling the butterflies in his stomach and not really knowing what to do with himself, is new to him.
• Even in private, he’s a bit awkward about it. He doesn’t really know how to initiate a hug, but once he wraps his arms around you, he settles there.
• He has received the confirmation that “this is okay”, then… “if it fits... I hugs”
• Honestly, a part of him missed having many people close to him as a result of being raised at the orphanage. But this was so much better.
• Your hugs were the best to him; so warm and loving. They just always made him melt into your arms.
• So, he’d pull you as close as he can, and keep you there. As simple as that. He’d hold onto you, with all that he is.

• Finral would definitely wrap his arm around you when you’re strolling around the town. Just casually holding you close as if to tell everybody that you were together; professing your love for each other.
• Quicker, light hugs just to show his appreciation. Pulling you into a tight embrace unexpectedly. Long, lingering embraces. All of it. You’d get the rainbow of hugs with him; in all their shapes and forms.
• He loves to give hugs and he loves to receive them, anywhere and at any time (as long as you’re not being hurled with a ball of fire or something similar; he’s happy to give you a hug.)
• But his favourites would always be the tight, lingering ones where he’d just get to hold you and admire you. Those hugs where neither one of you is in a hurry to anywhere. Those warm, intimate hugs, that are all about love.