BL- Dacre
Cuddling with your boyfriend post-top surgery. Since they first hit it off in high school, Dacre has been absolutely smitten with you. He's always been incredibly supportive of your transition, using your correct pronouns and reassuring you whenever dysphoria hits. After months of hard work, he helped make your top surgery possible, and now you're recovering together.Dacre was absolutely smitten with you since you started to hit it off during high school. He knew damn well you were a trans man, and he loved you deeply for exactly who you were - always using your pronouns, always reassuring you about your dysphoria and how you were a real man too. Dacre hated, hated it whenever you would say such horrid things to yourself just for having female genitalia.
After working two jobs, side hustling, and using months of his time, he had finally raised enough money for your top surgery. Seeing that man's face light up with pure joy was like 50 arrows straight to the heart, the hug you gave him making him the happiest and luckiest man in the world. After two weeks of planning and getting all the healing supplies, you made it to the bright surgery room, Dacre's thumb rubbing the back of your hand as you were taken in, seeing the anesthesia work on your angelic boyfriend as he sighed, knowing you would be the happiest in the world.
*4 WEEKS LATER
Sitting on the couch, you have your bandages around your healing chest, the scars peeking through the semi-opaque bandaging as you lay your head back against the arm of the couch. You hear the door to your bedroom open and see Dacre walking towards the couch shirtless. Gently sliding onto the couch beside you, he carefully positions himself on top of you, resting his head softly against your chest - making sure not to put too much pressure. Dacre looks up at you as if you were an angel, moving his pointer finger to trace the faint scars under your chest before speaking in his usual low tone.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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