#H&H:Ailbhe

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with all the gonchaov stuff out, i think we need to know. idk if the H&H has movies But: who is each ROs fav character from goncharov and why?

OOOH this is a really fun one, thank you!

A - Honestly, probably a tossup between Katya and Sofia. Deep down, A loves to see a girlboss. Even if the ending of the story is pretty ambiguous, A likes to imagine what might happen afterwards.

Ailbhe - They'll never admit it, but they really like Icepick Joe. He's just there doin' his icepicking, and it's one of the only fictional deaths they've cried over.

Catherine - Very very close toss-up between Katya and Sofia, and it honestly depends on which version of the film: the extended directors' cut where there's a longer version of the boat scene, with Katya staring into the water and the RED, then Cathy's fave is definitely Katya and her girlboss moment. But the theatrical release where Sofia does that little dance on the cobblestones right outside the house, that's Catherine's fave Sofia moment. Basically, they love a good long-focus shot of a woman covered in blood, being cinematic.

Imric - Andrei! The suaveness, the cool dialogue and tingly-tension between him and Goncharov? Perfect. Modern!Imric would definitely get cosplay sunglasses like Andrei's in the undercover bar scene and wear them everywhere.

Mina - Lowkey a fan of Valery Mikhailov, Katya's older brother. She likes that he goes against the grain and sticks to his personal creed. Also she LOVES his piano motif lol.

Rosalind - Katya! She's got her own agenda and Rosalind is a big fan of her overall character development through the film as Katya comes into her own. Also ngl, the costuming for Katya SPEAKS to Rosalind's soul.

Sam - Goncharov! The whole attempt to define himself apart from his family's legacy while carrying it on has Sam rotating the Gonch scenes in his head for ages. He also likes that one scene where Goncharov is at the docks and kicks a loose stone into his reflection in the water, and when the ripples calm down it's revealed that Andrei was watching him the whole time. For aestheticsssss

The Silent One - Goncharov! Star of the story (if you ask them), destined to fall at the hands of a clock that never stopped ticking, fate sealed by his own machinations....right up their alley.

#thank you!!! #h&h #ask #h&h ask #h&h:a #h&h:ailbhe #h&h:catherine #h&h:imric #h&h:mina #h&h:rosalind #h&h:sam #h&h:the silent one #goncharov

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Ok, ahem, stoic!very smoldery eyes!mc approaches the ros, ok? Get nice up and close... this is light crushing to deep crushing.... only to grab something from behind the ros and walk away (damn)

oh let's gooooooo

this got a lil bit long as always (also sorry for the delay in answering this 😅), so check under the cut for everyone!

A: will be a flustered mess for at least the next twenty minutes, if not the rest of the day. If questioned, they'll eke out something along the lines of "stomach bug, I must have forgotten to boil the water long enough" and be too embarrassed to admit anything close to the truth if you (understandably) insist that they seek medical attention. Will write about the Incident (and yes, they will refer to it as an Incident) in their diary. When you’re not looking (or at least when they think you aren’t looking), A will have the most lovesick puppy-dog eyes ever (Rosalind thinks it’s cute, but if she lets out so much as a knowing grin, A will be mortified and snap into Extreme Business Mode).

Ailbhe: won't react, maybe raise an eyebrow if you're smirking over your shoulder. But they find themselves unable to move away immediately afterwards, caught in the memory of your closeness and the press of your clothes against theirs, the brush of your arm against theirs. Will probably try to distance themselves from you in order to maintain a Professional facade and figure out these horrible, complicated emotions you're making them feel.

Catherine: oh two can play at that game. You've picked a formidable opponent for this one; Catherine will go a long way to return your, ah, favor. Expect to have a load of similar situations crop up so Catherine has the perfect opportunity to reach behind themself and "accidentally" knock over whatever you were reaching for, then "accidentally" grab your wrist so you can't pull a sly escape. What Catherine wants, Catherine gets, and you've just made yourself her number one target.

Imric: Very similar to Catherine in that Imric is Ready to act on these signals! He'll likely be more direct about it though, and snag you as you're walking away. If luck is in his favor, Imric will spin you back and smoothly take whatever you grabbed out of your hands, getting a bit closer than strictly necessary to do so. "Sorry, I just remembered I need this for something real quick. Catch me in a bit for a return?" If he doesn't wink at you and then immediately vanish, he's probably ill.

Mina: Will honestly be kind of mad that she didn't do it to you first. XD After she gets over that and her shock, she'll be plotting (with multiple contingency plans) how to not only get you back, but maneuver you into a near-identical situation so she can be smooth right back and (hopefully) get to see how adorable you look with a taste of your own medicine.

Rosalind: Will be very giggly and pop up out of nowhere to surprise you for the next few days. She's always a very touchy person, and after you give her this kind of signal, she'll find any excuse to be around you and have those little moments of brushing against you (within reason, and only as long as you're clearly not bothered by it).

Sam: Most likely to blurt out something like “hi.” when you’re up close and personal. Lowkey will try to do ~ impressive ~ things around you after this, like holding doors open for you (he may or may not accidentally rip one or two off the hinges) or giving you his jacket (a poorly planned move on his part, because now he has to deal with seeing you wearing! his! clothes!).

#h&h #ask #H&H ask #h&h:a #h&h:ailbhe #h&h:catherine #h&h:imric #h&h:mina #h&h:rosalind #h&h:sam #thanks anon! #these are so fun but i am so bad at doing them right when i get them ahaha

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🤡 and 🍳 from the ask list! Thank you, hope you’re having a relaxing day

Thank you! Hope you're having a relaxing day too, happy weekend vibes ^u^

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

A - has walked into a wall/door and apologized to it. Multiple times.

Ailbhe - had a meeting with a Council member and arrived early. The door was open, so they walked in and saw a cat sitting on the desk -> assumed the cat was said Councilor and was in the middle of a very serious report when the actual Councilor walked in and found them talking to a stray cat.

Catherine - got a little too excited telling a story and accidentally splashed half a bottle of cherry cordial all over themself....and the people sitting on either side of her too.

Imric - went an entire day with his buttons misaligned by one, then tried to duck into a corner to fix it and accidentally made extended eye contact with his patrol partner.

Mina - once accidentally dipped her pen in her tea and almost drank out of her ink bottle.

Rosalind - forgot that she could go through walls/floors and went down three flights of stairs instead, and back up them again.

Sam - tried to say "beg your pardon" and "remind me when" at the same time, ended up saying "beg me when"

The Silent One - went through a phase where they growled/hissed at people in public.

🍳 - How well can they cook?

A - decently enough to feed themselves, but will stick to two (2) dishes forever

Ailbhe - don't let them in the kitchen. ever.

Catherine - can cook perfectly in theory, in practice gets Very Experimental and produces cursed flavor combos

Imric - pretty well! nothing fancy, but always a good meal with Imric

Mina - Chef Mina 👌

Rosalind - can cook well, but doesn't need to eat and therefore will create monstrosities in the kitchen. right next to Ailbhe on the blacklist.

Sam - tries so so hard and can make good simple dishes, but needs more practice

The Silent One - will put food dye in everything. makes anime eating sounds.

#thank you anon!! #lovedddd answering these #h&h:a #h&h:ailbhe #h&h:catherine #h&h:imric #h&h:mina #h&h:rosalind #h&h:sam #h&h:the silent one #h&h ask #ask

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🌿🍃 anon! i loved your answers (i feel the same about the smell of rice but with basmati rice) could i also get the answers for the H&H ROs?

haha absolutely! 💚

🍃 Leaf: What is a plant you find beautiful?

A: Daffodils. They're like stars against the dark ivy that clothed many of the Gordon residences. A loves the way they stand out like smiles.

Ailbhe: a big plant lover in general, especially lotuses. the way they grow so serenely yet start buried in deep mud is...not inspiring to Ailbhe, exactly, but sentimental.

Catherine: Bougainvillea, especially when the vines climb up old stone walls. She loves the how bright the flowers are and how unforgiving their thorns are to reckless passerby. It's a kind of beauty you have to be prepared for.

Imric: Honeysuckle. They're a sweet small thing in the grey rush of London, and he doesn't often find them far enough from the smog of the city where he feels comfortable sipping the nectar, but when he does, it's enough to make his day.

Mina: Likes weeping willows; the soft strands of leaves themselves are beautiful, and she loves the way they provide a sanctuary in their own sorrow.

Rosalind: loves tea roses of every color. She especially loves the way they look when they're past the peak of bloom, with the petals all fluffed out and flared, but it's a bittersweet beauty since she knows that means they'll wither soon.

Sam: Snowdon lilies. They're a small wildflower with white petals and butter yellow centres, and they always make him think of home and days spent in the sun with his loved ones.

🌿 Herb: What is a scent you find relaxing?

A: The raw, crisp smell of a big, open grassy space very very early in the morning. 

Ailbhe: A blend of flowers and herbs that they sprinkle over their pillow at night, namely bergamot sage, moonflower, and a dash of clove oil.

Catherine: Dewy gardenia. It’s one of her fave scents in general, and their favoured perfume features it along with notes of incense, tuberose, and vetiver.

Imric: Baked goods in-progress. Not just the warm, buttery smell of things baking, but the sweet-sour tang of fruit jams being cooked down and the sticky richness of caramels coming together.

Mina: Night-blooming jasmine, particularly against the sharp, icy smell of snow.

Rosalind: Woodsmoke and the smell of spring -- not quite blooming flowers, not quite grassy, something all in between.

Sam: Rain-soaked moss and pine needles.

#h&h #h&h ask #H&H:A #H&H:Ailbhe #H&H:Imric #H&H:Sam #H&H:Catherine #H&H:Rosalind #H&H:Mina

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these asks are all so wholesome im aksjdjs

could you do 🍯 Honey: What is one thing you like about yourself? For the cast (and also yourself, if you like 🙂)

aaa aren't they?? all these have such cozy vibes ehehe. and thank you!!

🍯 Honey: What is one thing you like about yourself? from this ask prompt

A: *Katara voice* I will never, ever turn my back on people who need me.

Ailbhe: I will stand by what I know is right. My conviction, I suppose, is what I value most about myself.

Catherine: What's not to like? Self-love is very important, you know. If I had to pick just one thing...I am very good at keeping an audience entertained. Never a dull time with me around.

Imric: I've always got something for everyone -- a joke, a sweet, a string to pull. It costs more to be kind, and I'm happy to pay the price.

Mina: It's hard to stay human in my line of work, but I've managed it. That's something I'm proud of.

Rosalind: I like my smile! Ghosts are very cold, but people have told me they feel warm after seeing me smile.

Sam: My sense of loyalty might get me into trouble at times, but it's very important to me.

Jinx (that's me!) I like that I'm trying to be kinder to myself these days. It's hard but it's a really good feeling to think that I wouldn't scare my child self lol.

#thank you arlo!! <333 #h&h #h&h ask #h&h:a #h&h:ailbhe #h&h:catherine #h&h:imric #h&h:mina #h&h:rosalind #h&h:sam

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Ahhh the fluff prompts. Could you do ❝ stop moving, i’m almost done! ❞ for Ailbhe, please 😊

thank you arlo!! This one is so so good for Ailbhe 😁

You fidget in place as the cool, wet touch of Ailbhe’s brush lifts from your face. Cold air hits the swirling, delicate lines of Ailbhe’s design almost immediately, sending a shiver down your spine.

You wrinkle your nose in an attempt to stave off the sneeze you can feel building, just as warmth announces the return of the heel of Ailbhe’s hand; you duck to the side to avoid spraying their hand with a sneeze, but the prickle in your nose dissipates.

“Stop moving, I’m almost done!” Ailbhe’s admonishment sounds stern, but there’s amusement curling lush and fragrant around the edges of their words.

Eyes still shut, you grin in the direction of their voice and obediently lean back into position. Their hand comes to rest gently on your cheek, the fine tip of their brush tracing delicately over your eyelid.

“It tickles,” you mumble, trying to keep your face as still as possible.

Ailbhe’s brush traces a smooth teardrop shape in the outer corner of your eye and fills it in with a few flicking strokes. “Nearly done, my heart,” they murmur. “Just a few more petals…”

You hold still, though you can’t stop yourself from scrunching up your nose as the soft, liquid-laden bristles sweep down the bridge of your nose. Ailbhe laughs softly as they flick the brush over your temple on the opposite side.

“You look lovely in these colours,” they tell you.

You bite back a laugh of your own and let your mouth quirk up to one side teasingly. “You’re the one who suggested them.”

“Hm. Well, in any case, you’ll have every eye at the festival,” Ailbhe says, not quite successfully hiding the satisfied ring to their voice.

You go to reply, but a cool swish of creamy paint down the centre of your lower lip stops you.

“Hey!” you protest, without any real heat to your voice.

“Finishing touches,” Ailbhe says with the barest suggestion of gleeful smugness; your eyelids flutter open eagerly, only for them to flap their hands at you and snatch the mirror you’d been reaching for, hiding it behind their back.

“Not yet! I still need to finish your lips,” Ailbhe cries. “Close your eyes.”

“My lips are nowhere near my eyes,” you point out. At Ailbhe’s unimpressed stare, you add, “What if I want to watch you paint?”

That earns you a tiny quirk at the corner of their mouth before Ailbhe pokes you gently. “You watched me paint my own face. Now close your eyes!”

You huff dramatically and make a show of closing your eyes. You stick your neck out expectantly, awaiting the cold drag of the brush.

Instead, warm lips press into yours, slick and honey-sweet with fruit pigment; you smile into the kiss, nearly tilting your head to glide into a deeper, hungrier slant before thinking better of it.

Ailbhe pulls back a fraction of an inch, just enough that their lips won’t muss the paint but close enough that you can smell the mint and freesia on their breath, and whispers, “You can look now.”

You open your eyes to your own reflection; heart-shaped ivy and brilliant flowers wind over your forehead, above one eyebrow, and below the other eye, with delicate tendrils curling over your skin in tiny embraces. Your lips are painted to look like a single flower petal has floated down to balance on your mouth, glistening slightly from the iridescent coat that Ailbhe kissed onto you.

Above the mirror, Ailbhe beams at you, their own features framed by curling strands of Devil’s Ivy and bursts of black-eyed Susan. “Most stunning one there,” they say softly, fingers coming gently below your chin to raise your face to theirs. “In all the world, this one and the next, and the one after that too.”

They kiss you carefully once more, and pause a moment afterwards to look tenderly into your painted face. The soft, small smile on their lips spreads, blooming like the first buds of spring.

“Shall we?”

#floral facepaint my beloved #h&h:ailbhe #h&h ask #ask

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Oh! 🕯️ for the cast, if you please?

of course!! thank you for the ask 😊 (may I call you Peaches?)

🕯️ Candle: What is something you can’t go to bed without?

A: writing in their journal. it doesn't have to be a long entry or particularly profound, but it's been a part of their routine for so long that they can't do without it. and a certain ring....

Ailbhe: Ailbhe always puts fresh flowers or herbs on their pillowcase to sleep. the scent helps them clear their head and feel like "okay, it's really over. i can let go now."

Catherine: someone to share the bed with Catherine dislikes sleeping in total darkness, so she makes sure there's always a candle burning (somewhat safely) or moonlight in the room before she can sleep.

Imric: an unseasonably thick blanket. he runs warm, but likes the feeling of a thicker blanket anyways.

Mina: has to wash her feet (and usually run a wet cloth over her entire body, unless she's in a pinch) in order to sleep well. it's partially a mental thing about washing away the grime of the day and partially bc her feet are usually super battered.

Rosalind: hums herself to sleep. She can do it in her head if someone's around who is bothered by it, but she always sleeps the best if she lullabyes herself to dreamland.

Sam: honestly could sleep in the middle of a storm. but when he can't sleep (which also happens quite frequently, as of late), he likes to whittle or close his eyes and examine one of the first figures he made with his eyes closed. it's a calming process for him, identifying each feature and nick in the wood by touch and remembering where he was at the time, how he was feeling, what he was thinking.

#h&h #the harrowed and the screaming #h&h:a #h&h:ailbhe #h&h:catherine #h&h:imric #h&h:mina #h&h:rosalind #h&h:sam #thank you!! #ask

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🥞 and🐝 for the H&H ROs? Thank you!

Thanks anon!

🥞 Pancake: What is your favorite breakfast food?

A: loves sweets in the morning, and preferably hot. If you manage to get it out of them or their childhood nanny, God bless her soul, there's a very cute story about how a six-year-old A scarfed down half a dozen hot cross buns one fine spring morning and proceeded to wreak sugar-high havoc the whole day.

Ailbhe: snacks throughout the day, so they aren't a big breakfast person. Still, they like starting off with dried apricots, with roasted oats and a spot of honey if they're feeling particularly luxurious that day.

Catherine: Catherine's ideal world features coffee and berry parfait every morning, with goat cheese quiche or crumpets to be eaten afterwards.

Imric: is used to eating on the go/in a hurry, so he has a cherished routine of toast at home and then grabbing a packet of freshly roasted chestnuts from a street vendor on his way to the Yard. If he's running late, he'll buy an extra packet as a peace offering to his supervisor.

Mina: steamed buns, fluffy and filled with a peppery mixture of scrambled egg and leek/chives. Those are hard to come by in England, so she makes do with toast and marmalade.

Rosalind: in modern times, she would DEVOUR breakfast sandwiches, the diner kind that leave your hands slightly greasy and smelling like home fries for the rest of the day. Croissant, biscuit, whatever -- she loves them all. And yknow what, H&H London has those in canon now, because I said so. :P

Sam: loves a good creamy oat porridge, with sugar sprinkled on top and left to cool just enough to make a little crust. When he was little, his mom would use a spoon to make little happy faces in each bowl for him and his siblings in the morning, and it's still something he does when he's sick/caring for someone else.

🐝 Bee: What is a video game that you find comforting?

A: would really enjoy the Assassin's Creed games. Being able to explore, plus all the political subterfuge just...not having consequences on their real life? Being able to be brash and ridiculous and jump off ledges for the heck of it? Perfect.

Ailbhe: would be really into puzzle games, especially ones that use spatial visualization mechanics. Somehow I also get the feeling that they'd be Extremely into Beat Saber....

Catherine: loves multiplayer games with battle royale dynamics, like Mario Party or Mario Kart. She's in it to win it, even it that means teaming up with a rival or two.

Imric: also very into Mario Kart, but because he likes to play bumper cars while racing. Would take Rainbow Road as a personal offense (and challenge).

Mina: soundtrack-heavy games like Flower or Sable. She likes the open-world exploration aspects and being able to immerse herself.

Rosalind: Sims! She'd go all out theming and maybe get into modding herself.

Sam: Animal Crossing, but he plays it like a mom who's taking care of her children's tamagotchis. You'll look over and he'll be hunched over looking Stressed, but if you try to get him to take a break he'll wave you away all "nOOO, I need to make it perfect so Dobie will move in!"

#h&h #ask #h&h:a #h&h:ailbhe #h&h:catherine #h&h:mina #h&h:imric #h&h:rosalind #h&h:sam #thanks anon!!

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Oooh! I had a question if you didn't mind!

What's the best way to make the ro’s flustered? How easy, on a scale of ten, is it easier to fluster them?

Ooooh good question!

From easiest to fluster to most difficult, it goes:

A > Sam > Rosalind > Mina/Imric > Catherine > Ailbhe > The Silent One

A grew up very sheltered and even though their father was, uh, indiscreet in his affections, they fluster very easily with forward words or touch.

Flirty words get Sam and Rosalind blushy - Sam also flusters easily with flirty touches/eye contact, but is more likely to brush you off that way.

Mina and Imric are more immune and require a combo to get them flustered, and you'd better bring your A game! Turning their own moves against them is your best bet.

Similarly, it will take some seriously smooth moves to get Catherine flustered - you'll need to beat her at their own game for that.

Ailbhe is incredibly difficult to fluster since they're used to dealing with all the outrageous goings-on of the Council. Physical proximity is the best way to get a blush on their cheeks, and if you get them to verbally mess something up/stammer - you're one step away from breaking them entirely. Tread carefully!

The Silent One is difficult to get any kind of reaction out of. They like toying with the object of their affections, and will try to figure out what makes you tick, so you're playing a game against them and the clock. That being said, matching their intensity is a move few think to try....

#thanks anon!! #h&h ask #ask #h&h:a #h&h:ailbhe #h&h:catherine #h&h:mina #h&h:imric #h&h:rosalind #h&h:sam #h&h:the silent one

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if you’re still taking these, 🐾 and 🥰 please! if not no worries!

of course! hehehe

🐾 - Do they have any pets?

A - Not exactly their pet since they left Tamarisk (the Gordon family manor), but they're very fond of Cressida, their mare, and sorely miss taking her out riding.

Ailbhe - Ailbhe is a Plant Parent™ and keeps several carefully minded flowers and vines at home. The one they've had the longest is a jade plant named Romulus, which lives right next to a literal wall of hollyhock (Oran).

Catherine - they aren't technically her pets, but Catherine's brother keeps a pair of Italian greyhounds at his estate and Catherine adores them. They may or may not have bought silk scarves for the dogs and insisted on having a portrait painted with them. ;)

Imric - not technically, but Imric is known to take care of his landlord's cat when it inevitably wanders into his room.

Mina - no pets in England for Mina, but when she was little, there was a little brown dog that lived down the street from her home, and she'd always leave a bit of food out for it, and sometimes get a few pets in for her trouble.

Rosalind - you Rosalind is a cat person. Do with this information what you will!

Sam - Thinks of the sheepdogs at home as working dogs, but spoils them like beloved pets.

The Silent One - no pets, but really wants one (or more) deep down, someday.

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them/do they use? How flustered do they get by them? I love this question, pet names are so fun

A - “Sweetheart”, “my poet”, “goldheart” are 100% guaranteed to have A smiling dorkily at you, completely lovestruck. Using “my partner in crime” would get you an eyeroll, but it’d stick and they’d use it for you too. They call their partner “sweetheart” too, as well as “my muse”.

Ailbhe - "my love" or “my heart” are good options, but Ailbhe loves hearing their partner call them by their name. Names hold power for the fae, and hearing themselves named with such love makes Ailbhe melt. They call their partner their sacred deer, because that love makes them feel divine and because if something were to happen to that love, Ailbhe would take down everything and everyone responsible in cold, methodical wrath.

Catherine - If Catherine lets you get away with "Cat" or "Cathy", you're very dear to them. Also loves hearing you use (or attempt to use) Italian pet names, and will use "tesoro" (treasure), "vita mia" (my life), and lowkey whatever makes you blush the most. A good old-fashioned "darling" never goes wrong, either (but if they sound sarcastic while calling you this.....broski ya did something wrong). Doesn’t get very flustered by pet names, but if you stop using them, Catherine will get increasingly worried that you’re upset and will go to extreme lengths to “make it up” to you.

Imric - If you teasingly call Imric "dear nemesis" or "my beloved rival", you will awaken something in him lmao. He likes using “✨Detective✨", your name but in a tone that makes it sound like 😏 is written right after, and "beloved". Imric’s always flirty, but using pet names is a whole new level; if you’re bold and shoot right back with a saucy smile of your own, you’ll get to see him blushy and bright-eyed, which is a rare(r) occurrence.

Mina - "sweetheart" and "honey" are fine with her (she isn't a huge pet name person), but if you try to use 爱人/Ài rén (lover) on her, be prepared for a cringe or laughter. She thinks it's super super cheesy, but if you like calling her that, Mina will grudgingly admit it's kinda cute coming from you. If you realllly want to be romantic, do your research and call her 小明 (xiao ming), which is a nickname twist of her full Chinese name. (It’s not particularly romantic, but it makes her feel Seen)

Rosalind - Call Rosalind “dove”, “ducky”, or “princess” (sparingly on this last one unless you're okay with Super Giggly Blushy Rosalind all the time), and she’ll reciprocate with so many cutesy pet names/variations on your actual name, or nicknames based on your likes/cute things you do.

Sam - Being called “baby” or “dear” will have Sam a shy, pleased mess. He’ll do his best to remain stoic in public, but you’ll be able to catch a glimpse of a grin and maybe a quiet “heh”. He uses “cariad” most often for his partner, which is Welsh for darling.

The Silent One - “babygirl” would get Real Dramatic if their partner called them “my _____” or “my love”. It’s the possessive that really gets to them. I’m talking they’re on their knees, vowing to give their partner the sun, moon, and stars, walk to the ends of the earth and time for them. They like to use “(my) sweet (thing)” and “beloved”.

#thanks anii! #H&H:A #H&H:Ailbhe #H&H:Catherine #H&H:Imric #H&H:Mina #H&H:Sam #H&H:Rosalind #H&H:The Silent One #ask #h&h ask

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💝 please!

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

A - Being there for them, backing them up in sticky situations -- affirmations are a surefire way to get on A's good side. Conversely, being frank with them and helping them get grounded if they're being a little too bullheaded is also A+.

Ailbhe - Oof this is hard, Ailbhe is so suspicious of anyone going out of their way to be nice to them, so you'll have to be careful not to seem like you're trying to bribe them. Small favors like remembering things they say/like will go a long way. Get on their good side by reserving judgement and being honest about your reasons for disagreeing if you have any - just be ready to table the discussion if Ailbhe feels things are getting too agitated.

Catherine - Public displays of affection, being made to feel like you're proud of this relationship and of them. Well thought-out compliments are also a plus (less about her appearance, more about the efforts made, the taste behind it, etc)

Imric - Check-ins on him, even if he doesn't feel like he needs it. Things like taking an extra moment to wait for him to get his coat on or slowing to match paces. Bantering with him will never go wrong, nor will offering to teach him something new or let him watch you do something you care about.

Mina - Offer her space when she needs it. She doesn't expect you to read her mind, but learning Mina's unspoken/unconscious signals are a great way to show that you understand and support her. A good way to get in her good graces is noting + respecting her cultural norms coughcough if she visits you offer her fruit. Asking her sincerely to explain their significance/history to you is also a good move!

Rosalind - Honestly, sitting down to tell her about your day and describing all the sensations that she can't really feel but remembers. It's pretty difficult not to be on Rosalind's good side, but some things that earn brownie points are setting up some decor in your shared living spaces that are more Rosalind's taste than yours - she knows she doesn't pay rent, exactly, and feeling like you welcome rather than resent her being there is nice.

Sam - Sam is a bigggg physical touch person, and he's also very very touch-starved, so small things like pats or hand brushes mean a lot to him. Just don't make him feel like you're doing it for the novelty of being touchy-touchy with a werewolf. Getting along/entertaining with his siblings, particularly his youngest sister, will land you firmly on his good side.

The Silent One - Things that make them feel seen rather than merely desired - getting on their good side is a careful art of balancing and learning their moods.

#thank you anon!! #h&h:a #h&h:ailbhe #h&h:catherine #h&h:imric #h&h:mina #h&h:rosalind #h&h:sam #h&h:the silent one #ask #h&h ask

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hi! i’m not sure if this has been asked, but what are the ROs preferred love languages, both giving and receiving?

hi anon! sure thing! Giving | Receiving

A - acts of service | quality time

Ailbhe - words of affirmation | words of affirmation

Catherine - physical touch | receiving gifts/physical touch

Imric - words of affirmation/gift giving | words of affirmation/quality time

Mina - acts of service | acts of service/words of affirmation

Rosalind - physical touch BUT she knows it can be unpleasant for living beings to touch ghosts, so she really makes an effort to do acts of service (which she also naturally expresses affection with) too | physical touch/quality time

Sam - gift giving | receiving gifts/physical touch

#aa this was a really cute ask #thank you anon!! #h&h #h&h ask #h&h:a #h&h:ailbhe #h&h:catherine #h&h:imric #h&h:mina #h&h:rosalind #h&h:sam #ask

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❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜ for Ailbhe?

These are so perfect for Ailbhe! Thanks anons <3 Bit sweeter than spicy, but still be warned:

mature content under the cut

It had all started out so simple. An afternoon trip to Flora's apothecary to pick up some oil of rue, with a quick jaunt beforehand to grab Gordon some more coffee beans so they'd stop staring longingly at the week-old grounds in your kitchen: you'd had it all planned out.

And then, of course, it had all gone to hell.

Running into Ailbhe had been a surprise you approached with careful neutrality, unsure if the Magistratus was just as prone to cold professionalism outside the Council courts. It seemed they were -- at least until the first rock had sailed through the window, narrowly missing Flora's head. She'd slammed down a shelf of vials to the floor, activating the wards at the door and buying a few precious seconds before the wave of anti-Mixers surged through with their signs and cries of "traitor!".

You'd hardly had time to react before a hand had seized your arm and hauled you away. A familiar voice had hissed urgently in your ear, "Not a word!" And now here you were, nose-to-nose with Ailbhe in a cramped closet so dark you can barely see.

Something rattles above your head before something leathery falls, brushing your face. Your hand comes up to swat at it instinctively as you jerk back; the back of your head slams into the edge of a shelf and you let loose a cry of pain, stars bursting in front of your eyes. Before the sound fully leaves you, your knuckles connect with something and a hand clamps firmly over your mouth.

"Be still." There's no magic twining around Ailbhe's voice, but the low whisper sends a shiver down your spine nonetheless. You hear the soft rustle of cloth before their cheek grazes yours, the warmth of their face heating yours as their lips come to your ear. "We have to be very, very quiet - please, Hushed One."

Ailbhe pauses for a moment; you can feel your pulse throbbing against their palm. When they do speak again, there's the slightest tremble in their voice. "Please. If not for my sake, do it for my sister's."

You nod as best you can in the tight space and Ailbhe exhales slowly before gently removing their hand from your mouth. You hadn't known they even had siblings, let alone that they were related to Flora of all people, but there are a thousand things more distracting at the moment. Their breath smells of peppermint and licorice, and the sweetness of it lingers like a kiss.

"I'm sorry," they murmur. They're so close you can feel the silk of their robes against your own thighs, you realise. "I...this was not my intention."

You bite back a laugh. "What, being trapped with me in a closet isn't your idea of an ideal Saturday jaunt?"

Even in the darkness, you can sense the flustered energy emanating from Ailbhe in response. They reach up to smooth their neat queue of moon-pale hair, but their hand catches your sleeve; you stumble forward and collide into their chest with a grunt. Ailbhe freezes, their hand hovering just behind the small your back to catch you. Something creaks and crashes just behind you; you wince at the sharp crack of wood breaking as splinters fly up against your (thankfully clothed) calves.

"...No," Ailbhe says dryly after a long moment, "this is not what I typically envision for an ideal Saturday."

They sigh, and you realize that the heartbeat you can feel racing beneath your fingertips isn't your own. A minute step back informs you that whatever crashed to the ground now litters it with shrapnel sharp enough to poke through the fabric shielding your ankles - you've got no choice but to press directly up Ailbhe. Now that your eyes have adjusted (barely, but it's still something) to the darkness, you can make out the angular contour of their face, a smear of shadow hinting at the perturbed curve of their mouth.

"Sorry," you whisper, suddenly very aware of how warm their chest is against you. "I can't move back --"

"It's fine. These are extenuating circumstances. I shouldn't --" Ailbhe breaks off suddenly; in the darkness, you see the Veil flutter over their face before vanishing as their subconscious magic settles back under control.

"Shouldn't what?" you ask, with the same swooping feeling in your stomach as peering off the edge of a diving board.

Ailbhe hesitates, and for a moment you think they won't answer. Then, in a whisper so quiet you have to strain to hear them over the rush of blood in your ears: "I shouldn't allow myself to get so close to you."

All is still; Ailbhe's shallow breaths are the only thing to break the silence, like waves lapping at the shore. You hear yourself ask, "Why did you help me?"

They remain silent. A memory of their voice, a cool gaze leveled at you from across a courtroom years ago, ripples across your mind.

Fae cannot lie. You can trust a fae's word, and fear our silence.

Ailbhe's breath hitches when you reach for their hand and gently brush your thumb over the knuckles. Clarity lends your actions tenderness; the attack on Flora's shop, no doubt motivated by her vocal stance against Fantastic-Mundane separation, is proof enough that if the two of you are seen together, word will spread like wildfire and unfriendly sparks will follow. And yet you cannot tamp down the ache in your soul that draws you to Ailbhe, throbbing like a second pulse in your veins.

Their hair is soft under your fingertips when you reach up to brush it behind their ear. Ailbhe doesn't flinch, only lets out a soft, trembling breath when you caress their cheek lightly. "I," you whisper, thinking even as the words leave your lips that this is perhaps the most inopportune timing ever, "would very much like to kiss you, Ailbhe of the Hollow Wood. Is that alright with you?"

"This isn't the first time this has happened. There's a carradun seed hung on the doorframe. It'll ring when Flora knows it's safe for us to leave." Ailbhe's voice is tremulous, shaking just as much as their hand on your waist.

You shake your head softly, thumb pausing on the high plane of their cheekbone. "That's not an answer, Ailbhe. I'm asking if you feel what I feel, or if you'd rather we walk out of here and keep ignoring each other until we're both rotting in the ground. If that's what'll make you happy, I...I won't refuse you."

Their hand tightens on your side, a harsh exhalation slicing the air.

"How can you - Don't you know what you're doing to me?" Their voice is rough, something desperate bleeding out of its edges. Ailbhe leans into your hand, pulling you close for an instant before releasing you as though burned.

You let your hand slide down from their cheek, gliding down to their chest, just below the hard ridge of their clavicle. Ailbhe's heart pounds under your palm.

Quietly, you put your lips to their ear and whisper, just as they had earlier. "Does it have anything to do with the things I want to do to you? Or perhaps, the things I want you to do to me?"

The hiss they make is almost a song, rising and falling with the ragged jolt in their breath when you gently skim your free hand down their side, pressing hot and purposeful against the silk shielding their skin from your touch.

"I shouldn't," Ailbhe murmurs faintly, but their hand is sliding over your jaw, pulling you closer in the darkness, their lips ghosting over yours. "This is...inappropriate...dangerous...selfish." The last word is nothing more than the barest whisper, and you're not sure Ailbhe even meant for you to pick it up.

"And when was the last time you were selfish?" you ask, eyes burning into the shadows. "Take this moment for yourself, Ailbhe. Take me."

When their name leaves your lips, Ailbhe makes a keening sound that, if you hadn't been quite so worried about being discovered by a very angry and violent mob, would have had you shattering shelves in your haste to get your hands on them. As it is, the silk of their robe proves easily parted, their lips hot on yours as you make good on your earlier teasing.

Ailbhe bucks into your hand, breathing muffled swears and whines into your mouth. Their hand slips down your stomach, fumbling with fabric until their fingertips caress bare, flushed skin, and soon you're groaning praise and plea alike into the kiss that's turned half-necessity.

Neither of you hear the carradun seed ring, but it doesn't really matter. When you emerge from the closet a few hours later, Ailbhe's robe is tied slightly more haphazardly than earlier and your own clothes are rumpled - the darkness had afforded little opportunity for more. Flora turns to you, her shaggy ponytail a bit more out of sorts than usual, and you stiffen, but her yellow-green gaze doesn't linger.

A Faerie curse slips from her lips, writhing in the air like a snake as she glances bleakly over the damage done to her shop. Ailbhe's knuckles brush yours, too slow to be an accident, as they walk forward and place a light hand on their sister's shoulder.

"We'll repair. Grow back," they murmur, eyes scanning the shelves of ruined herbs and tinctures. They glance at you over Flora's shoulder, eyes narrowing cautiously. The storm in your stomach condenses into a single point of certainty and you join Ailbhe by Flora's side, careful to keep your gaze on her worktable as you start sweeping up debris to one side.

#h&h:ailbhe #nsft. #the harrowed and the spicy #if you see weird spacing it is because i spilled nail polish on my keyboard #and to clean it up i had to take the keycap off #long story short my spacebar is stuck in a semi-permanent skateboard trick which is not nearly as cool as it sounds #moral of the story: don't paint ur nails around electronics :')

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If you’re still taking these, ❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜ + Ailbhe? If not, no worries!

HELLO it is i, rolling up on a spicy sunday two weeks late with some valentine's ask content

NSFW content under the cut!

"Thank you, Minister. I hope the coming sessions are as equally productive." Ailbhe's voice doesn't waver as they nod graciously across the table, but from your seat beside them, you can see the lavender-green flush creeping up the back of their neck and their slim ears. The minister offers up a hearty agreement and some tired platitude; Ailbhe's response is delayed just an instant, and from your vantage point at their right hand you can see the near-imperceptible tremble in their lower lip before they recover, sending off the minister with a well-placed, neutral statement.

Beneath the tablecloth, their hand finds your wrist and clenches down, fingers digging in almost painfully tight. You suppose you can't blame them - you have been trailing your fingers along their thigh for the better part of a three-hour long dinner now. They release you for dessert, which you eat innocently while your foot teases Ailbhe's, creeping up their bare leg beneath the long, formal robe they've donned for the occasion. You field a mildly offensive question about how the Hushing has affected your bodily functions and chance a glance at your favourite Magistratus, a smile playing about your lips.

They've managed to maintain composure remarkably well, but you can feel the tremble sizzling from hip to knee like bottled lightning. Dinner ends with a gratuitous toast from some white-robed Councillor or other - all you know is that Ailbhe reports to her, and so you refrain from sliding your hand anywhere unseemly until the table has largely dispersed.

"I have the oddest fancy for some more dessert," you start, voice rolling into a purr, only to be interrupted by a white cloak with dark hair drawn up into an elaborate mass of braids.

A dizzying swirl of silver sweeps over her eyes; you blink past the Veil and she flashes you a guarded grin, faint blue scales flaring at her temples and neck to your eyes alone. "Hushed One," she says, with a modicum more reverence than you remember from your sentencing. "I must borrow the Magistratus for a moment. Do excuse us - and I believe I saw someone taking the meringues into the East Salon."

Your lips quirk in a pale imitation of politesse. "Of course." Your voice sounds odd to your own ears, but then everything feels distant - at once too foreign and too familiar - when you have to do business with the Council. You dip your head to hide the grimace you can feel beginning to grip your jaw before turning and exiting to one of the salons sprouting off the main dining room.

Everyone gives you a wide berth as you wander aimlessly through the parlors, and you can't quite stop a bitter sense of satisfaction from welling up in your hollow veins. Of course they'd be afraid of the monster they created. And, a sibilant whisper at the base of your skull whispered, shouldn't they be? You saw through them all, saw them writhing like worms in all their naked fear, for all the gold and power they poured into hiding themselves behind their precious little masks. Always peeking out like schoolyard bullies cowering in the face of some larger threat, clutching their white robes as though you couldn't see straight through the hypocrisy there too.

You snag a pastry from a passing waiter and sink your teeth into it to quell a rising tide of anger. The sweetness helps some, but not enough. Never enough.

"Hushed One."

Ailbhe's voice cools your rage instantly; somehow, you don't mind the title so much when they say it. They've emerged seeming unscathed from their conversation with Councillor Sanche, though there's something off about their expression. They approach you on soft feet and incline their head. The delicate wrought-metal vines twining through their hair clink gently, and it takes all you have not to reach out and wind a strand of moon-pale hair around your finger to bring Ailbhe's face close to yours.

You raise your hand anyway, and Ailbhe's breath hitches. You pause, the only sound between the two of you the soft ring of the metal bellflowers in Ailbhe's hair. Their eyes dart to your fingertips and back to your steady gaze. You let the corner of your mouth edge up in a tilted, lazy smile, and like a moth to the spark of a match igniting, Ailbhe's gaze flickers to the curve of your lips.

Their lashes flutter against the delicate skin beneath their eyes, trembling like butterfly wings as they shut their eyes and exhale. When their lids shudder open again, the pale sage of their gaze burns - you recognise the heady fire searing in them with a jolt. Ailbhe sways - near imperceptibly, but to you, you who knows them so well, the tiniest of deviation from their uniform solemnity shines like a beacon.

Their fingers stretch out from their side, hesitate, and curl up in the silky pleats cascading down their thigh. Heat gathers on their lips, swells with a touch of unconscious magic, and vanishes as Ailbhe redirects their gaze to the swords mounted on the far wall. It's dangerous for you both, to study them so unabashedly like this with so many eyes and ears ready to record any evidence of a dalliance between the Hushed One and the Magistratus presiding over the Vane case.

A careless whisper, an instant of lingering too long...the slightest misstep is enough to ruin you both. You know this, and Ailbhe does too; you can see it in the turmoil of their eyes, the frustrated shiver in their hands. But there's something else too --

And there it is. Ailbhe's teeth set against themselves, drawing painted lip between gleaming white edges, and their eyes connect with yours before darting away shyly. Shyly - you'd hardly thought Ailbhe capable of such a thing. And yet there was the unmistakable lavender-sage flush creeping over their cheeks like blooming heather, staining their skin with a delicious sheen.

Deep, rich blue flashes in the corner of your vision and you sidestep smoothly to block Ailbhe from view. Unless someone were to stand directly beside you, it'd merely look like the Hushed One was antagonizing a member of the Council - hardly a strange occurrence, particularly given all the talk of a new Hushing over this trial. That color tonight could only belong to Alys, the spymaster of the seventh sea - and you recognize something in the way she's always so careful not to be seen with Councillor Sanche, for better or for worse. Takes one to know one, after all, and the requisite secrecy of your relationship with Ailbhe means you're more than well-equipped.

"Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?" you murmur, just low enough for Ailbhe to hear. Their eyes flicker up from your lips, uncertainty misting over their gaze before comprehension clicks into place.

"Yes," they say under their breath, with the kind of weight that sinks into your soul. Their eyes search yours and for one breathless moment, a hint of a smile teases their lips before vanishing.

Your back is to the world, so you risk a smile back before murmuring, "Act disgusted. As angry as you can be without causing a scene, and storm out. I'll find you."

The look they give you makes your blood sing, but what they mouth at you sends heat pooling between your legs.

Before you can get too giddy, Ailbhe coats their face in disdain and raises their voice. The blue in your periphery stills like a predator lying in wait.

"There is a time, a place, and an audience for your argument, none of which are present. I suggest you focus on enjoying our host's hospitality."

Your eyebrows lift at Ailbhe's performance; it's stunningly believable, frigid in all the right places, touched with the barest hint of irritation. Their eyes narrow at you, but the hand still clenched in their robe is all the evidence you need to know they're holding back amusement. They turn without another word and stride calmly out of the room with just enough speed to look annoyed.

You watch them go for a few seconds, allowing shock to play out over your features for the benefit of your audience before smirking and setting off after Ailbhe with the most infuriating swagger you can muster.

You find them waiting for you in a small library near the foyer, eyes ablaze. Before you can shut the door behind you, Ailbhe's hands are on you, pulling you into them frantically; your back thuds against the door, shoving it shut with a dangerously loud crack. You can't complain though, because Ailbhe's mouth finds yours and they're hissing something desperately in a language that sounds like a song--

Your hand closes around the tie holding their sash in place and pulls it free to slide your fingers over the warm skin beneath, questing down while the fabric unfurls over your arm. The sigh that rolls from their lips when your fingers connect with their target is ragged, a sound that has the entire world falling away around them as you watch Ailbhe's lips tremble in the shape of your name.

You kiss them in reverence, and when Ailbhe whimpers into your mouth, hips jerking against your hand, you muffle it with your own lips. "Shh," you murmur, trailing your words softly down their neck, "we're only down the hall...someone in the next room might hear."

Ailbhe's hand tightens on your arm, the tendons in their neck jumping against your lips. "Your fault," they pant. "All...because of you...o-oh, fuck!"

You laugh against their skin, drinking up the way Ailbhe muffles their moans with your name, pressed hard into the back of their hand. You don't think you'll ever get over how much you love hearing them swear - not for the rarity of it, but just out of knowing that you can make them comfortable enough to drop the restraint they clutch so tightly otherwise.

"Hush," you bite lightly into the muscle of their thigh, guiding their hand to your head and pressing your fingers into theirs. "let me be as guilty as I please, Magistratus."

Their fingers wrench you up to look at them. "Don't - I hate when you call me that," Ailbhe spits, half-lidded eyes burning into yours. Their face softens as they take you in, lingering on your swollen, flushed lips. Without looking away, you press a kiss to their inner thigh, as soft as you can make it. A shuddering breath cracks their voice: "My name. Say my name."

"Yes, my love--"

"No. My name."

You pause and look up at them; a vision of wisteria under moonlight meets you, Ailbhe's pale cheeks abloom with arousal and something else, something that runs as deep and fierce as the magic in their veins.

"I want to hear you say it," Ailbhe whispers, and that something intensifies, illuminating their eyes like a leaf held before the sun. "Please."

Their smile when you do is like the sun itself, radiant enough to warm your lips when you press them to the whorled skin against your cheek. Their thighs press against your ears, shaking as Ailbhe muffles their cries with one hand clamped over their own mouth. When you seal your lips around them, tracing the tip of your tongue over the spot you know will curl their toes and tighten their grip to painful on your scalp, the sound they make is sweet enough to make you forget everything but the pleasure unspooling over your mouth. And when they do it again, coming undone with a desperate whine, you think that the taste of it could drive you mad.

As Ailbhe calms into soft, mewling gasps, you press a kiss to their hip and look up at their flushed face as you smooth a hand over their thigh. "Am I guilty?" you purr.

Ailbhe lets out a huff that you know is as close to a laugh as you'll get. Their hand is unbearably gentle when they smooth it over your hair before sliding it to cup your cheek. "Absolutely," they whisper, eyes shimmering with all the words you know they don't dare say - not here, not even in their own bed when you're the only person there to hear, curled into one another in the watery grey not-yet morning.

"Ailbhe," you whisper as you slide up to steal a moment - risky, but so worth the danger - of nestling against them before you wrap their robe around them and begin to fasten it shut again.

"Hm - wait, you haven't..." they begin, brows furrowing before you shake your head and press a gentle kiss to their lips.

"You can take care of me later." You brush a strand of their fine hair back into place and let your smile turn a little lascivious. "I think a good punishment might be ten lashes? I'd have to be tied up for them to really take, I think."

Ailbhe's lips tilt up shrewdly. "You will be the death of me," they murmur, laughter curling around their words as they pull you in to steal one last kiss.

#h&h:ailbhe #the harrowed and the spicy #um hi 👉👈 #nsft. #so i might have gotten a little carried away with the overarching narrative and lore on this one #bc there's about 5k that i cut from the dinner scene #going into detail about this whole secret power couple thing btwn Hushed One and Ailbhe #ALSO if you caught my wot reference.....yes i did very much enjoy that pufferfish scene from the prime series #lowkey gonna post this at a horrible time bc i am Not Confident in quality HAHAHA #anyways hi european friends #also fun fact: f-bombs are in fact historically accurate for the 1850s and onward!

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21 & 23 for the h&h ros please!

YEHHH these are such fun answers hehehe. This one's long so it's going under the cut! Questions from this OC Interview Question list.

(and just a sidenote: it's ok to refer to them as ROs since they are romanceable, but I do prefer the term Companions! (i would change the url to the profiles but i don't want to break links :') )

21. Describe your ideal partner.

23. Have you ever had a crush on someone?  Do you have a crush now?

21. Describe your ideal partner. (answered as though speaking to Hushed One) small text is my author rhema

A: I...would like to be in love. [A laughs and passes a hand over the back of their neck] Someone I could love and be loved by, and laugh with, without fearing they'd leave. Someone to share a home with.

bruh you don't know how hard it was to resist just writing "well...we're partners, aren't we? Of a sort, I mean." [A smiles, soft and shaky]. god i love friends-to-lovers

Ailbhe: An ideal partner? Someone who understands that my devotion must first answer what is right. I should...I must not be selfish.

i'm married to justice babey jk ailbhe would never say that lmao. Their deep-down unfiltered answer is someone who wouldn't expect them to be perfect, and who would understand the sacrifices they make without judging them.

Catherine: I require someone in possession of great appetite...to match mine. [wink] Why do you ask? Are you interested, detective? We could certainly arrange a trial period.

Imric: If you laugh at my jokes, we're halfway there, aren't we? My ideal partner - no, not you, Smith (Andrew Smith, his actual partner on the force before Imric was promoted to detective) - is someone I could find joy in loving, and who can give as good as they get. What's love without a little bit of zing?

Mina: I'm not easy to love and I like it that way. I need to know you'll be loyal before I take affection as a challenge...and even then, it's kind of fun, y'know.

Rosalind: I'm not picky! I As long as you don't mind me sometimes going see-through or floating up to the ceiling (I like being tall!), and you promise you won't exorcise me, I think we'll get on splendidly.

Sam: Isn't true love a bit cliche these days? I...no one said anything about true love? Err, anyway - I do want a family of my own someday, and I'd want it with someone who can accept me as I am. All of me. I'll have nothing of a partner who is ashamed of me or wants to keep me as a secret in their closet.

23. Have you ever had a crush on someone?  Do you have a crush now?

A: What? Who said anything about crushes? Certainly not, no. ....Do you?

Ailbhe: I trained myself out of that as a child. Next question, if you please.

Catherine: Mm, they are such exquisite things, aren't they? But come now, detective, it's no fun if I spoil the secret! Why don't you tell me about yours and maybe I'll share some of mine in return...

Imric: Ah, yes, young love...I learned to play chess for my schoolyard crush. The rejection didn't sting as much as getting soundly beaten in five matches. In a row. As for my current affections...I couldn't very well tell my rival, now could I? [extremely roguish grin]

Mina: Is this a roundabout way of asking me out? Buy me dinner and be done with it, then. [pause] And you know, I always return favours.

Rosalind: Of course! It was great fun back then, you could find these little flowers perfect for making posies, and there were all sorts of meanings to the different colours! You'd make up a little message and send it over, and we'd all giggle like children watching them try to figure out what it meant and who sent it. As for now...who's asking?

Sam: Sure, I had crushes. Not much ever came of them, but it's not a coop I'm particularly interested in cleaning again, unless I stumble upon a golden egg, I suppose.

#h&h #h&h ask #ask #thanks anon! #h&h:a #h&h:ailbhe #h&h:catherine #h&h:rosalind #h&h:mina #h&h:imric #h&h:sam

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(ʃƪ〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃) fake out make out scenarios with the ros? (or just Ailbhe ( ´ω｀*) )

escandalo! here goes (the rest of H&H companions are under the cut, Ailbhe just goes on top because they were ✨ requested ✨

Ailbhe: would have to happen in an established (but perhaps not publicly official) relationship for them not to Freak Out (bad). You visit Ailbhe's sister Flora at her clinic to gather a few magical ingredients, and accidentally walk in on a heated argument between them regarding Flora's ~ wild child ~ ways (yes Ailbhe suffers from eldest kid syndrome yes i am only a little bit sorry). Flora goes into the back to get your order and Ailbhe turns their agitation to courage and asks you to help them give Flora a taste of her own medicine. It works out pretty well, though you're slightly less enthused when Flora drops your entire order on the floor in shock thanks to walking in on you and Ailbhe making out on her counter. You never let them live it down that they'd rather engage in PDA than let their little sister get one over on them.

A: You're staking out a gala for a case and in the middle of sneaking into the host's study in search of clues, nearly get caught. You hastily pull A into a shadowy corner of the hall and commence immediate, frantic canoodling in order to throw off any suspicion. They practically melt into you, and it's a mutually drawn conclusion that no one in history has ever kissed so tenderly in the name of subterfuge. (Once the host leaves, however....you and A may or may not continue to take advantage of that nice, isolated, shadowy corner.)

Catherine: HHNGH there is a setup that would be so perfect for this but it is a SPOILER aslkd;fjds so ANYWAYS: at one of their usual post-performance afterparties, you're in the middle of a dandy little conversation about the merits of imitation pearls when Catherine glances over your shoulder. "Ugh, not him again!" She pulls you in close, smelling of violets and musk, and asks urgently, "Could you do me a favour? This ink-sniffer's been hounding me for quotes all evening - I think he's a member of Cecilia's fanclub, honestly, and I really don't want to talk to him again. It'll be painless, I promise, just a bit of enthusiastic public affection."

You agree, rather bewildered, and the next thing you know, Catherine is kissing you very enthusiastically indeed. You never did see that fan of Cecilia's again, though Catherine will occasionally claim to spot him on the high street and insist that making out at that very moment is the only way to escape.

Imric: "Why, detective, I thought you'd never ask." Imric is all for a bit of cheeky fun between friends frenemies, so when you point out a nearby alley and your plan to get rid of the person tailing you both, he's more than happy to oblige. What he isn't expecting is for you to push him up against the wall and kiss him like you're after the very air in his lungs (all so that you can use his coat lapels as additional coverage, naturally). He is by no means opposed to this, though he makes a mental note to return the favor the next chance he gets.

Mina: The newspaper that's been giving her work has been raising hellfire in red tape about the legality of her extended stay in England, so you agree to be Mina's pretend spouse, just to get them off her back. Trouble is, they won't take either your or her word for it when you find yourself called into their office with Mina in order to prove that your marriage is real, despite the multiple (admittedly, forged) documents certifying your matrimonial union. So Mina takes matters into her own hands, grabs your face (gently) with both hands, all but shouts, "Would an unmarried couple do this?!" and kisses you so thoroughly you wonder if you've died and gone to heaven. She tries to buy you a drink as an apology after wards, her lips still red and slightly swollen from yours, but you wave the offer away.

Rosalind: (with a mutual crush) You come home one day to find Rosalind pouting. When you ask her what's wrong, she hems and haws before admitting that she's upset because she never got to find out if she was a good kisser while she was alive. Well, what's a good flatmate with a huge crush to do but offer to help her out? After several extended sessions (to make sure your data is objective), you reassure Rosalind that she is indeed, a very good kisser. It isn't until a a few days later that you remember the story she always tells about her hair being cut off by a former lover who chopped it off in spite. Don't worry, she makes it up to you with very high-quality apology kisses (and good communication, bc we stan that in this house).

Sam: You visit his family's home in Wales for the holidays and all is well and merry until a rowdy group of Londoners turn up in the local pub, spewing stories about the Horrific Wolfman Murderer that's been all over the news. You make to leave, but they're blocking the door and only getting more agitated. Still, you aren't too worried until one of them starts waving around the criminal sketch of Sam from the papers; to hide his face, you pull him into a dark corner table with either him on your lap or you on his, depending on who's taller, and make sure your mouth doesn't leave his for a solid two minutes. For safety. When the Londoners finally clear out, Sam's face is bright red, he's slightly out of breath, and he has to down half his ale before he can look you in the eye again.

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