i feel like i have enough posts that it might be a good idea to make one of these lol. links to everything below!
touchstarved game fics:
Winter nights (vere x reader fic part 1): here
Spring flowers (vere x reader fic part 2): here
Ask: Vere realizing he's falling in love: here
Ask: Vere reacting to MC getting injured: here
Ask: Flirty drunk MC with Vere: here
Ask: cupping and pinching Veres cheeks: here
Ask: protective Vere: part 1, part 2, part 3 (coming soon)
Ask: Vere taking care of sick reader: here
Ask: Vere telling the reader what their soul looks like: here
Ask: Vere relationship headcannons: here
Ask: Vere being jealous and possessive: here
Ask: Vere SFW alphabet: here
Ask: Mc being protective of Vere: here
Ask: play fighting with Vere: here
Ask: Gunslinger! mc: here
Role reversal (Ais x reader): here
bg3 fics:
ice cold (astarion x reader): here
the garden of heroes (astarion x reader): here
astarion x wizard! tav: here
astarion x rouge! tav: here
astarion x paladin! tav: here
REQUEST RULES!!!!
I write SFW and at most fade to black in terms of content maturity
no minors, pedophillia, incest, or anything illegal
by default i make my asks gender neutral, i want everyone to be able to enjoy. nothing against writing for a gendered ask, but if gender is not mentioned or it is possible for it to be gn, thats what i will write
i try to make all asks race and appearance neutral so everyone can enjoy, but i am human and can make mistakes. if i do make a mistake on that end please feel free to let me know and i will try to correct it!
Have you seen the new preview for Vere? I was mind blown
I'm SO GLAD were finally allowed to talk about the chapter one demo now, i loved veres portion!!!! I love how there's some slow burn vibes going on, he's alot more focused on getting free than romance to start out with, which i love. also the absolute CLIFFHANGER it left us on omg i cant wait to know more
content: how the touchstarved characters would open the car door for you, modern AU, GN reader, all members of the cast, SFW, 1.6k words
A/N: i saw someone make a video about this concept in another fandom and wanted to write my own! I also guessed what kinda car they would drive. Also naming fics is so hard omg how do people do it. Anyways I hope you enjoy!
Definitely drives something ridiculously fancy and flashy, some falconed winged door like a Lamborghini Aventador convertible (in blood red).
Has an incredible sound system and rarely uses it (prefers to rage bait you while he drives).
If you're the one driving he does expect you to open the door for him. Although you rarely drive, because even if you have a nice car, you can't compare to his excessive luxury.
He will open the door for you, but he's always a little shit about it. You're never safe from being called some ridiculous nickname as you climb into his too low car.
If you're equally a little shit about it though? He loves it. Especially if you try to beat him to the car. The chase of it activates some part of his predator brain, it's endlessly entertaining to him.
You never beat him of course, he somehow always gets ahead of you to open the door. The one time you thought you had him beat, he hit a button on his keys and the doors automatically opened for you.
Devastating.
Vere is a shockingly good driver, probably speeds a little and is a bit of a jackass when he merges but otherwise a very safe ride.
I imagine he enjoys driving, especially late at night. The freedom of being able to just get in the car and go wherever he wants. Most of the time he does this on his own, but after the two of you have been dating for a while he may want you to tag along occasionally.
Unfortunately how he would invite you would be sitting outside of your house/apartment at midnight absolutely LAYING on the horn. (your neighbors hate him.) I think you can threaten him enough not to do it again and instead just blow up your phone.
While his preferred entertainment is bantering with you, your late night drives are usually quieter, just enjoying each other's company.
Ais
Has a motorcycle he drives most of the time, but also has a Dodge Challenger (hellcat V8 engine 100%). The Challenger is black and the motorcycle is a dark greenish blue.
Probably picks you up in the car first, you need to build up to riding on the back of his motorcycle.
Opens the door for you, but will absolutely tease you about it. 100% will wait to see how long you'll wait for him to open the door if you wanna be stubborn about it. (please beat his ass)
Will occasionally lean against the door so you cant open it and you have to wait for him to move his ass and open the door for you. (PLEASE beat his ass)
The worst person to drive with and I stand by that, he drives no slower than 20 above the speed limit. You’re gripping your seatbelt the entire time and praying to literally any god that you make it back in one piece.
BLARES his music but always lets you have the aux first
When you eventually build up to riding on the back of his bike, he's still very much a douchebag about it (lovingly). Takes turns WAY too sharp just to feel your grip tighten around his waist.
If YOU have a motorcycle he's using it as an excuse to be touchy. Leaning his head on your shoulder, grabbing your waist, etc
Honestly you're probably safest if you have a car and drive him around instead, absolute speed demon.
Mhin
Drives a black/dark grey toyota camry. Reliable, sleek, not too cheap but not excessively costly. WILL make this car last up to 300k miles easy.
Their car is always SPOTLESS. Not a speck of dirt inside or out.
Wont think to open the door for you unless it's a date night or something. If you stand outside and wait for the door to be held they’ll give you the biggest eyeroll but walk back out and open it up for you. However if you communicate and tell them you like your door being opened they will happily do it every time.
Extremely awkward car rides at first, they don't play music and they don't talk, it's just silence. You have to be the one to ask if you can play some music or start up a conversation with you.
Once you do though? It becomes the norm. Your phone is first on the bluetooth list above Mhin's, and if you're completely silent for the whole ride they'll ask if you're ok. Might ask for some of your playlists so they can listen to it when you're not around.
What if I said after you've been dating for a while they're the type to have one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.
A super normal driver. Goes 5-10 MPH above the speed limit at all times but nothing insane. You feel completely at ease while they drive.
If you open the door for them they try to act casual and thank you, but they're definitely blushing a little.
Leander
Leander stans your going to kill me but PLEASE HEAR ME OUT
Drives a pickup truck. Specifically a Toyota Tundra. HERE ME OUT
He owns (co-owns?? Rents?? Works with??) a bar, runs a gang, and used to be a highborn, but now (we assume) he no longer has access to nobility funds. He’s gonna need an affordable way to move products or give people rides. He ACTUALLY USES the truck he drives. The Tundra has long term reliability and isn't too horrible on gas.
Listen, shipping is expensive and he has alcohol that needs to get to the bar.
Opens the door every single time, without fail, from day 1.
Also holds out his hand when you get in/out of the truck regardless of how tall you are.
If you try to open the door on your own? he’s screaming, crying, throwing up.
Will pick you up, gently place you down outside of the car, close the door, then reopen it for you
If you start running towards the truck to open your own door, he's not running to the car. He's running to you. Will grab you with one arm and open the door with the other.
Another pretty normal driver. 90% of the time. The other 10% he drives that big ass truck like a Bugatti.
Blushing like a princess if you open the door for him. Loves little acts of care like that. Although he prefers being the one to open your doors.
Will drive out to some peak with a beautiful view and pack a picnic lunch so the two of you can lay a blanket out in the trunk and have a little date night.
Also a day one hand on thigh driver.
Kuras
What if I said he had more than 1 car.
Drives a BMW X5. He wants the space of an SUV and can absolutely afford the luxury maintenance price tags. He keeps it in perfect condition, never missing an oil change. Probably has a hybrid for best MPG. He doesn't care about the price of gas he just rarely has time to fill up.
He also has a Lexus GX. more reliable but a bigger car, and i think he'd prefer a midsize suv for everyday driving. He also has a toyota corolla that you could put through a hydraulic press and it would still start up. What I'm saying is this man has never missed a day of work due to car problems.
Always opens the door for you when you get out of the car, a proper gentleman about it. Will also always open the door when you're both getting in the car, but if he's already in and picking you up he wont get out of the car.
If you stand outside waiting for him to open the door, he'll just reach over and open it from the inside. While making the :3 face he does.
Probably has soft orchestral music playing in the background, or an audiobook. Will absolutely let you use the aux at any time. (introduce him to Hozier PLEASE)
The safest driver on the list and it's not even close. The only BMW driver to use his turn signals and not cut people off. Goes exactly the speed limit and never left lane camps.
You can fiddle with his car as much as you want too, he doesn't mind at all (his seats have a built-in massage setting). You can lean all the way back and he'll still talk to you like normal as if you're not basically laying down.
Also one of the only LI’s who will let you drive his car. However those privileges can get revoked if you decide to channel your inner Max Verstappen. He will be white knuckling that grip handle while you speed. If you're a sane driver though, congratulations! You can now drive his car.
If you open the car door for him he’ll thank you, but he doesn’t think too much of it.
His car keys are plain asf, so if you give him any type of keychain or trinket he'll put it on his keys. As the two of you get closer he finds himself smiling at the keychain you got him more and more often.
Like Mhin he's not a very talkative driver, but the silence is a lot less awkward.
Will always drive the hardest parts of a roadtrip for you (or the whole thing if you really hate driving). Will drive in the mornings so you can sleep and late at night so you don't have to worry about the dark roads.
Bonus: Elyon
He does not open the car door for you. Or himself. He's driven around in a limo everywhere he goes. He pays someone to open the door for you.
Will get out first and hold his hand out to help you step out of the car tho.
content: Casper accidentally in erupts a moment between you and 5012. gender neutral reader, crack, fluff, slightly suggestive, Sunshine mentioned briefly (also gn).
word count: 1.3k
a/n: In honor of the demo for adwd2 coming out and the Kickstarter coming out tomorrow i wanted to write about everyone's fave owl! Hope yall enjoy!
You had spent the day being on your absolute best behavior. You had trained with Atlas instead of playing claw games with him all day, behaved in the field when going topside, and even filled out the proper paperwork and filed it. All of this was part of your master plan, of course.
You put on your most innocent smile as you walked into 5012’s office. He looked over the pile of paperwork on his desk towards you, eyes narrowing.
“No.” he deadpanned.
“I didnt even do anything!” you countered.
“I cannot humor any distractions at the moment, leave.”
“Me?? Distracting??” your tone indicated affront, which was a cover for what is really was, bullshit.
His eyebrow raised so high you wondered if it would float off his face.
“Im sure you have your own work to finish as well.”
“Already done. And since I finished early I figured I would help you.” You smiled in a way that was reminiscent of a door to door salesman in the 1950s with something to prove and a wife they didn't love.
He gave you a glare that would have sent most people running.
“I have actual work that needs to be done by tonight, I cannot humor your games today.”
“Oh dont be like that, I'll actually help! At least for a while, I promise!”
You paused for a moment, seeing his unnwavering glare.
“...and if you dont let me help, I'll get Atlas and we’ll play the trumpet really loud outside your door. And neither of us remember how trumpets work.”
5012 let out an audible sigh, which you took as a sign of his defeat.
You happily skipped over to his desk, pulling over an extra chair and grabbing about a third of the stack of papers to work on. Despite everything, you actually did want to help. Because you respected the importance of his work.
And because he was alot more fun to mess with when he didnt have work as an excuse to distract him.
After about an hour of both of you sitting shoulder to shoulder in comfortable silence, the pile of work had significantly diminished.
Glancing over, you saw 5012 looking significantly less stressed. Of course for him, significantly less stress meant one line between his brows disappearing. His expressions were virtually unreadable for quite a while, but you had managed to decode his many vaguely annoyed faces into their true meaning.
Now was your time to strike.
“I have a question about filling out this form.” you stated, standing up from your chair and leaning in, setting the paper down in his line of sight.
Of course he wasnt focused on the paper, he was focused on the way your hand trailed from his shoulder to his bicep, slowly folowing the vein lines down to his wrist. He was focused on the way your hair lightly brushed his cheek when you leaned in, and how painfully soft your eyes were when you peered at him.
It wasnt long before the paperwork was forgotten, as was the chair you had pulled beside him. Instead you were straddling his waist while he sat in his leather armchair, hands on your hips as you ran your fingers through his hair.
Your lips met his, warm and soft and you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch. You felt his hands grip your hips a little harder as-
BANG
The sound of a window slamming open immediately cut through the moment.
You instinctively jumped back, startled at the sound. You would have fallen off the chair if 5012 hadn’t caught you and pulled you back to safety. You let out an “oof” as your forehead bonked into his shoulder blade.
You saw the cause of the sound, a handsome young reaper with long white hair and red eyes was now standing in 5012’s office after climbing through the window.
A look of pure shock graced the reapers features as he stared directly at 5012, with the intensity of a cat staring at a can of food. 5012 looked like he wanted to bang his head into the wall until he forgot his own name. Or push the white haired man out of the window.
You gave the white haired man a friendly wave.
“No fucking way.” White haired man finally spoke, his shock breaking into a wide smile.
“Get the fuck out.” 5012 responded, you still wrapped up in his arms.
But you recognized that voice. This was the reaper 5012 had been talking to before. The revolutionary, 8394.
You jumped out of 5012’s arms and practically climbed over his desk to greet what may be 5012’s only friend. Even if he wouldn’t admit it.
“Hi, Nice to meet you 8394! 5012 told me about you and your epic love story!” You started, holding out your hand for the white haired man to shake.
The white man smirked in a way that reminded you of a white cat with many knives being pointed at it. Strange, must have been a memory from when you were alive.
“Please, call me Casper. And let me tell you, the pleasure is all mine. Although regrettably, 5012 hasn’t told me about you yet.”
"This is 2013. one of the reapers I'm...training."
you watched the defense come out of 5012's mouth, and the regret immediately follow. Being caught in a compromising position with someone Casper had basically forced 5012 to work with was not going to make this situation easier on him. It took everything you had not to laugh.
Casper gave 5012 a look reserved for a younger brother learning something that he would tease his older brother about for the foreseeable decade. And 5012 looked like he was about to become the Abel to 5012’s Cain.
“You have to tell me about 5012 in the revolution, I’ve been dying to know and he won't tell me anything.”
“Oh, I'll tell you everything. My sunshine and I have enough stories about him to fill a book.”
“Is that your mortal lover?” you questioned, excited. You absolutely needed to know about the forbidden romace that started a revolution
“indeed. My sunshine is the only other person who can compare to me in both looks and personality.” He preened.
You couldnt help but chuckle at his vanity. He was so different from 5012.
“Oh my gods, I have to tell them about this!” Casper exclaimed as he pulled out his phone and clicked on a name with a sunflower emoji next to it.
The phone was only able to ring once before 5012’s hand reached down and snatched the phone, ending the call.
“Alright that's enough. Get out.” 5012 crossed his arms and attemped to stare Casper down.
If anything, Casper just looked more amused as he met 5012s gaze, clearly used to his attitude. But in the end Casper was the first one to look away.
“Alright, I just needed to pick up that report from you, my sincerest apologies for interrupting…”
His silence said all it needed as he climbed back out the window, now floating above the twilight city.
“So double date when?” he smirked.
5012 strode over to the window and slammed it shut before Casper could get another word out, a tired sigh escaping his lips when Caspers laughter was finally silenced by the glass pane.
“He was fun.” You laughed.
5012 glared at you, a hint of betrayal in his eyes.
You laughed and moved to lean up against him, your hands once again finding their way to his silky hair.
“I just want to get to know your friends.”
“They're not-”
He began to protest, but one look at your face and he knew there was no winning this argument. Instead he just leaned into your embrace, his face finally calm once again.
I can't believe I spent my ENTIRE NIGHT reading your fics, your writing is AMAZING (so much so that I kind of read every one of your touchstarved fics😓)
I wanted to ask for a Vere with a gunslinger MC (the plot is in your hands, I just can't handle anymore INCOMPETENT MC's in this life💔, glad how you make them capable of defending themselfs❤️🩹)
(Maybe a little self-indulgent bc my MC has a dark cowboy vibe going on for him, if you want to use this information for something feel free)
idk why but this spoke to me for some reason, loved this concept!!! thank you for the ask, i hope you enjoy! also i gave them a cowboy hat just for funzies :3
content: gn! reader x vere, sfw, cannon typical swearing and alcohol, only visual description of reader is the hat, 800 words, kinda enemies to lover vibes??
The rain splattered on the cobblestone roads that winded through Eridia, something you had a very good view of from your vantage point upon the roof of a lowtown cafe. The air was humid, but not enough so to cause fog, thank fuck. That would make your job significantly harder.
You let the methodical sound of rain envelop you as you focus, eyes closed, listening for something in the dark.
Unsurprisingly, it wasn't long till you heard the sound of claws scraping against wet stone. Two alleyways over by your guess. Soulless could be quiet when they wanted, but when they were hungry? And assumed nothing but prey was about? Oh how they made your hunt easy.
You cocked the rifle in your hands, so the sound wouldn't alert the soulless when you got closer. With that done, you began to follow the sound as quietly as possible, hopping from rooftop to rooftop until you saw the creature.
It was roaming through the backroads, only the occasional light of a personal lantern or dim candlelight from a window illuminating its silhouette as it continued to prowl. No doubt looking for some unlucky soul stuck out in this weather.
You aimed your gun, a clear line of sight through the scope. One shot straight through its skull ought to finish it off.
The brim of your hat kept the water from your eyes as your fingers moved towards the trigger. You braced the gun on your shoulder, fully prepared for the recoil-
The ear splitting screech of the monster cut through the sound of rain. But it wasn't your bullet that had finished the beast off.
Your eye twitched as crimson hair peaked out from behind the monster's now fallen corpse.Vere. Again.
“Damn fox.” you mutter to yourself.
You watch from your scope as Vere’s smirk only widens, an indication he had heard your quip. Because of course he had. How could he not with those big ass ears?
He stood in the alley, perfectly poised and examining his bloodied nails, as if you were the rude one for not coming down to meet him.
You let out a long suffering sigh, but it wasn't lost on either party how you immediately did as requested and climbed down to confront the fox.
“You know,” you began, “If you stop killing the soulless I'm about to shoot, we’d get double the body count.”
“Yes but I can't have you winning now, can I?” Vere smiled. “Thats seven for me tonight, and yourself?”
“Five.” you responded, knowing damn well he already knew that.
Vere's tail began to swish at your admittance.
“Oh dear, you better climb back up and get to work then. wouldn't want to be too close to a big bad scary soulless. I'll even be kind and let you get the next one.”
You raised one eyebrow at vere’s obvious attempt to bait you.
You raised your hands to the brims of your hat and stared at Vere. He tilted his head in confusion at your motion, rose colored eyes staring back in genuine curiosity on what you were doing.
“I'm making fun of your big ass ears.” you clarified.
Vere picked up a rock off the ground and hurled it at you.
You laughed as you caught the stone, the toss not nearly hard enough to do any damage if it had hit you. Though you knew if Vere wanted he could have thrown it hard enough to blow out your skull, the same way your bullets could.
“You need to get more creative with your jabs, you've overused that one dearie.” vere hissed
“If it still works, then why fix what's not broken?” you shrugged. “Besides-”
You reached for the pistol at your hip, your hand on the trigger and weapon drawn. Within half a second, you fired 2 of the 6 rounds, each one whizzing past Vere's face, inches away from his left cheek.
Vere didn't even flinch as the bullets flew, and there was not a hint of shock on his face as the sound of a soulless corpse hitting the stones once again disturbed the falling rain.
“See?” He smiled, “I told you I'd let you get the next one.”
“As much as I'd love to stay and chat” you bit back, eye twitch returning, "I've actually got work to do.”
“Drinks and debrief at the Wick later? Loser pays.” Vere asked as you began to scale another building.
You couldn't help but smile to yourself as he asked. You may always come, but only because he always calls.
“Be prepared to buy me something strong.” you called over your shoulder before disappearing into the rain once again, the sheer downpour enveloping your silhouette as you set your sights on the next hunt.
If you are up for a request, can you do a vere x reader, where vere and the reader are play fight (bonus if vere is play biting the reader since its canon thats he does that i think). I thought since you were very good at characterizing vere, you were the best person to ask!
Thank you for reading this!!!
thats so kind of you to say, thank you!!!! the preview for ch 1 really makes me want to write more vere content fr. for some reason this one turned romantic quick. i hope you enjoy, thank you for asking!!!!!!
You and Vere were both more than a little tipsy. Both of you had been awake for more than 24 hours, and you would continue to be awake for another 24. Nobody ever said planning to take on the Sinobium promoted a good work-life balance, but it would all be worth it eventually. The two only had a few hours to rest before getting back to work, and you were both too wired to sleep.
So binge drinking it was.
Vere had brought something nice. You had brought something cheap. After two hours, they both tasted the same. You don't know how drunk you had been when you decided Vere wasn't annoyed enough, but once the thought occurred, you acted quickly. You grabbed a handful of peanuts and began haphazardly tossing them at all 3 of him.
Vere looked over, unimpressed.
“Remind me, what the fuck are you doing? And why haven't I killed you for it?”
“Rude.” you scoffed.
“You are literally throwing shit at me, stop that.”
You looked down at the peanut in your hand, and back up at Vere. There was no question about what you had to do next.
As soon as the peanut left your hand, Vere stood up, stumbling a bit as he locked his blurred vision on you and began to prowl over, still wobbly from the alcohol.
You stood up, trying to use part of the chair as cover.
“Now Vere,” you put your hands up in a mollifying gesture. “Let's not be rash, it was a joke”
You watched as Vere eyed you like a cat eyed a mouse that had just unknowingly entered the territory of its predator. His tail swished slightly underneath him as his irises dilated.
You only had one option. Booking it.
You ran out the door as fast as you could while heavily intoxicated, which is to say, not very fast.
You had gotten a decent head start, or so you had thought. Unfortunately Vere was a cheater, and your shadow began to shift and undulate under the amber glow of the streetlights.
It was just like the first day you met, Vere using shadows to pull you in. But unlike the first time, you felt no fear. Now those shadows were a familiar grasp, almost comforting in a way. Without thinking you leaned into the shadows, expecting their envelope.
A clawed hand reached out from the darkness, pulling you in.
“I ought to dump you in the canal for trying to escape.” Vere chucked, his red hair ticking your nose as he leaned in closer.
His grip wasn't harsh, if you actually wanted to escape you probably could. What you really wanted though, was not to lose.
If you had any common sense left, you probably would have just slipped out from under him. Instead, you reared your head back and took a bite out of Vere's arm.
You weren't trying to hurt him, just shock him, but the laugh Vere let out when your distinctly blunt human teeth met his flesh was more than a little insulting.
He leaned in even closer, his fangs brushing the shell of your ear as he began to speak.
“Oh, we're giving out love bites now are we? Isn't that fascinating. My turn.”
One second you were standing under the lamplight, and the next you had found yourself trapped between a cobblestone wall and a very drunk fox.
You didn't have a chance to say a word as vere leaned into the nape of your neck and gave it a firm bite. Not enough to draw blood, but enough that it would probably leave a mark.
Without meaning too, you melted into the contact, leaning your head back and exposing your neck fully while your hand rested on the back of vere's neck.
“Looks like I caught you.” vere singsonged, snapping you out of your stupor.
“Well-” you began, trying to compose yourself as quickly as possible “using your powers like that feels a little like cheating, let's ask the judges shall we?”
Vere chuckled, still dangerously close to your neck.
“Forget that, your bite was so soft it didn't leave a mark. I didn't need to cheat if that's the best you can do.” he scoffed.
“Oh, you really want to see my best?” you smirked wide, showing off your teeth.
To your surprise, Vere's face began to turn red. Something shone in his eyes, anticipation. He didn't move away nor bite back with some smart comment, just kept his eyes on you, so intensely it could have burnt a hole in your skull.
If you were less drunk, you might have seen the opportunity. Unfortunately, you were still seeing double as you reached into your back pocket and threw the last handful of peanuts right in Vere's face.
The way he scrunched his nose in shock made you let out another wild bark of laughter.
You tried to slip out of his grasp, but vere was quick to grab your waist and hoist you up above his shoulders.
“Alright, we're going home," he declared as he began to carry you back to the wick with shocking stability. A party of you wondered if maybe he wasn't as drunk as he seemed.
“The second you're sober, you will be regretting this.” he said.
You twisted yourself in his arms and looked up at the stars in the sky while your bandaged fingers gently brushed the bite mark vere had left behind.
Saw your requests were open and I had a big idea!1!1! Vere with an mc that’s like extremely protective of him. Protective as in “if you even look at my man you die.” But basically they’re just chilling outside or something and mc just randomly puts their cloak on Vere because they don’t want other people to look at his exposed skin lol(bonus points if they’re super nonchalant about it.) Anyways that’s all and I hope you have a super nice day!1!1!(P.S. I discovered your blog a couple days ago and I’m immediately hooked)
thank you for the ask! ill be honest i've been sitting on this fic for a solid month and the new chapter 1 preview redspring just put out gave me the inspiration to finally finish it, sorry for the wait! also speaking of the new chapter i cant WAIT for it to be available to the general public, vere fans about to get FED!!!!!!
content: vere x gn! reader, sfw, 800 words
Rain droplets pooled around your furrowed brow before dripping down your face. The stormy day seemed to reflect your current mood well. Someone was flirting with Vere. again.
This wasn't uncommon, and you knew he was more than capable of handling himself. Still. The only good part about being sent out hunting soulless was that it meant alone time with vere. And you'd hoped that with the weather nobody would disturb the two of you. But luck was rarely on your side, and today was no exception.
You took a deep breath and let the anger on your face melt away, schooling it into an easygoing smile of perfect indifference.
No matter. You'd solve this situation on your own.
You approached at a slow pace, allowing the rhythmic click of your boots to center you and calm your mind.
With one swift movement you unclasped your cloak and placed it around Vere's shoulders, then gently pulled the hood over his tufted ears.
“Appologies for the interruption, it's just you were getting absolutely drenched.” you smiled and turned to face the man attempting to flirt with Vere. “absolutely delighted to meet you, what's your name?”
The disappointment in the man's face when Vere's exposed thigh was engulfed by fabric made you want to punch him.
As you smiled down on him waiting for an answer, you laid your hand on the small of Vere's back and moved closer, your shoulders brushing.
Vere looked at you perplexed. Just a little while ago you were laughing at him for forgetting his cloak and gloating about how you were staying dry. Now your hair was plastered to your face as you stood in the rain fully unprotected. He raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but you were too busy staring down the man.
He had yet to give his name, and was eyeing you up and down wondering if this was a fight he really wanted to get into. You raised your eyebrow, the slightest indication of a challenge.
The man looked you up and down, observed the way you almost coiled yourself around vere in a protective manner. He wasn't going to win this.
To your immense satisfaction, the man grumbled something under his breath and shuffled away.
Fucking finally.
Vere slid out of your grasp and turned to face you, leaning his weight on one hip as he crossed his arms and stared you down.
“What was that all about?” he questioned.
You gave a shrug and an easygoing laugh.
“I was just introducing myself. I don't know why he decided to scurry away. Maybe he just didn't like me. How unfortunate.”
“And this? What about earlier when you said I should suffer in silence?”
he gestured to the cloak, its weight making his ears look slightly downturned. How cute.
You put your hand over your heart in mock sincerity.
“I was simply looking out for you darling, I couldn't stand to see you shiver anymore.”
Vere's shoulders shook with laughter at your little performance. The two of you were no strangers to poking fun at each other as acts of affection.
“Oh how chivalrous.” vere teased. What's next, are you going to pull out another cloak and drape it over a puddle so i dont get my shoes wet?
He gestured towards one of his boots, already soaked.
“Oh most certainly, right after I heroically save you from the next soulless we run into.”
Vere gave a bark of laughter. If anyone was doing the saving in a fight it was most certainly him. You both knew that. Although a part of him did believe that if he was actually in danger you would try to save him. After all, that's almost what you were doing by joining the Sinobium in order to find a way to free him.
A slight blush formed on his cheeks as he attempted to steal a glance at you from the side, his vision slightly obscured by the cloak.
You leaned in so he could see you over the cloak and gave him a sly grin, your eyes meeting with his.
It was impossible not to fall into his charm. But it was also impossible to forget just why he was so charming. Vere needed you. He needed someone outside of the sinobium’s control who could act as his agent. And you, the newcomer with something to hide, and maybe even something to prove, was the most natural choice.
You had no idea how much of Vere’s longing glances and honeyed words were real, and how much was part of his act to keep you loyal. Even knowing that, you were determined to win him over. Determined to make him trust you.
Looking at the way Vere laughed at your little maneuver, a genuine high pitched squeaking laugh, you'd say you were on the right track.
Hello(^o^) I just wanted to request something for vere if that ok
It's just a sfw alphabet and I understand those can get very long so you can do just 5 or less letter from the saw alphabet about vere
And I understand if you dont want to do it and I very much appreciate all of the content that you provided for the touchstarved community.
thank you so much for reading this and for all you have done. (i love re-reading all of those fics) (^3^)/
hello!!! im so glad you like the fics, work has been crazy but i wanna get back to writing for asks more consistently again. I didnt know what a sfw alphabet was before this but what an incredible list, it gave me sooo many ideas. lowkey made me wanna write vere angst lmaoo. anyways i hope you enjoy my friend!
Vere SFW alphabet A-E
Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Vere is an extremely affectionate partner, both in public and in private
In public it's definitely a bit of a performance for multiple reasons. First, to make it clear you are off limits. The amount of weirdos hitting on you in bars nearly drops to zero when they realize the end result will most likely be ending up a bloody pulp at veres feet. Second is to present a united front to the Sinobium. If your going to be in a known relationship with vere, you're essentially making yourself a permanent enemy of one of the most powerful organizations still around.
If you do decide to have a more private relationship because of the Sinobium for safety or scheming reasons, vere will play along. But even when he's acting like you're nothing to him, the observant eye would notice a slight twitch in his fingers; unconsciously, he always wants to reach out to you.
In private, it's constant casual physical contact. It's less like he's constantly sitting on your lap 24/7 and more always a casual hand around your waist or him fiddling with your hair while you cook. For vere one of the most valuable things in a relationship is those special small intimate moments that you only do with each other. Expect to be able to pet his ears and tail whenever you want.
Best friends (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
I feel like before you're in a relationship with vere, you at the bare minimum have to have the potential for friendship.
You have to be someone he wants to hang out with, who can throw his humor back at him and isn't going to let him push you around.
There's also something to be said for being able to treat him as a person outside of any romantic intentions when you first meet. The fact that you can see him as a person outside of his looks and his situation is essential to building any type of relationship with him. As much as he pretends not to let it affect him and tries to hide it, he wants someone to see his situation and help him. Not because they can win him as some beautiful prize, but because you simply want to see him free.
The one thing vere loves more than bullying his friends is bullying with his friends. Is someone harassing women at the bar? Destroying his confidence with Vere is peak bff bonding activities. You could even send ais end to beat them up after.
Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
I think there's a lot more physical affection vere likes more before cuddles, but when does it happen it means a lot to him. There's so few moments when he truly needs to be held, he's thousands of years old after all, he can handle most of what life could throw at him, so it's a big sign of trust when he wants to be held by you/hold you.
He's the type to bury his head into your chest and just stay there till you pet his ears. He'd probably fall asleep on you, so prepare to be stuck for a while.
On the flip side I think he'd also like pulling you close and letting you put your face in his neck. He'd run his claws through your hair and gently run his nails up and down your arms. Hed even use his tail as a blanket to cover you.
Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
We already know vere loves to cook poorly, but I believe he can actually cook well when he wants. It's just that he never wants to.
Vere is the type to play dumb and put on an act about how he can't cook, but when he sees you've had a hard day, he’ll make you dinner without a word. With the understanding that you know the next time he cooks, he's going to burn water and set something on fire.
I think he feels pretty neutral about marriage; the bond you have is deeper than any ring or ceremony. If you want to though, he won't deny you. As for settling down? I honestly don’t see vere as the type to be able to do that long term. He's been trapped with the sinobium for so long, I think he needs a bit of freedom. If you were the type to want to settle down, though you'd be able to reach a happy middle. Maybe a home in Erida, you can always go back to after an adventure.
If you're also down to never really settle down and just experience the world though? Yall will become a myth very soon. Stories of a fox god and his mysterious partner traveling the land will spread far and wide. Sometimes you bring fortune. Sometimes disaster. But always mischief.
Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
HEAR ME OUT NOW YALL. The vibes of a breakup with vere is SO silver spring by Fleetwood Mac coded. “You'll never get away from the sound of the woman who loves you?” EXACTLY THAT
Honestly I feel like vere is willing to put up with a lot of shit before breaking up with someone, he seems like a bit of a hopeless romantic. Nothing short of betraying him for the sinobium would cause him to break up with you.
Lets just say you would never do that, which means in this hypothetical you would have to break up with him.
If you break up with vere, leave. Leave the city. Not because your in danger but because he will make you feel like your heart is being stabbed every day. He would not let you live in peace. Hence the Silver Spring song reference.
If you did leave him and maybe years down the road ran into him again, its a different story.
He stays unchanged as a monster, but you? A human who ages? Youll look different. And for that split second when your eyes first meet, you see the pain in Veres eyes as he realizes how much of your life has gone by without him. His feelings for you never really leave, it just gets buried under layers of sadness and betrayal.
Hey there! I have been following your acc for a while now and I'm completely obsessed with your Vere fics. I really love how you write the relationship dynamic between the reader and him! Your fics never fail to make me giggle like a high school girl in love lol.
The little snippets of jealous Vere in your works is so good. It makes me wonder how Vere would be if he was full blown jealous and possessive (I LOVE VERE SO MUCH GRRRRR)
A/N: aaaaa I'm so glad you like my Vere fics, HES SOOO AKSDFKASDFOSDJ. i cant wait for the game!!!! giggling like a hs girl is the highest compliment thank you so much!! this fic became a combo of jealous Vere and the reader lowkey matching his freak, I hope you enjoy!! i think this is my first time writing an established relationship with Vere so lmk what yall think!!!
content: Vere x GN! reader, sfw, 1.2k words, established relationship
Vere stared at you through half lidded eyes, the alcohol clouding his judgement more than he would like to admit.
Vere never considered himself unnecessarily dramatic. Theatrical and sarcastic? Absolutely. But despite the flippant front he put up, he knew when it was best to let things go. As much as he loved solving all his problems with violence, he knew that wasn't always the response people would enjoy. And by people, he meant you. Everyone else could fuck off and choke for all he cared.
But the last thing he wanted was to cage you. To make you feel like you couldn't talk to other men or always had to tell him where you were. No, he understood very well how important freedom was. And he had always prided himself on being secure in his relationship with you. Clingy yes, but you never gave him any reason to be insecure.
But tonight, he was pretty sure he was going to have to kill a man. Specifically the man at the bar who would not stop fucking talking to you.
You were humoring him, barely. Showing vague interest in whatever bullshit he was yapping your ear off about, just being polite really. This guy simply couldn't take the hint though. And worse, he was inching closer with each of your acknowledging nods.
The whiskey glass began to splinter and crack where his claws grazed the cup. Each second he watched caused his chest to tie itself in more knots.
Please leave. He thought to himself. Please leave and get eaten by a soulless.
He continued to glare daggers at the man you were speaking with. How long had the two of you been talking? Had you told him anything about yourself? What did he know? Did he-
His train of thought was cut off by you grabbing his attention from the corner of his eye.
It was nothing really, just a knowing glance in his direction, an acknowledgement that you were looking at him. That's all it took for Vere to notice you.
You mimicked his glare and chuckled to yourself, then raised an eyebrow. A silent question just for him.
You had wanted to know what had him so pissy, he'd bet money you'd phrase it just like that too.
Vere flashed his fangs in a tight smile. The message was clear. “If you want to know, ask me.”
He knew it was just a little petty, but he wanted your attention.
You simply shook your head with a smile and began to walk over to him. He had to plant one of his heeled boots firmly on his tail to keep it from wagging.
You took one step, and the man from the bar wrapped his arm around your waist, stopping you from leaving his personal space.
The glass in his hand shattered into a thousand pieces.
You had given the man a look of unadulterated disgust, and was contemplating hitting him or just slipping out of his grasp.
You didn't have time to choose an option before Vere got to him.
One second the man's hands were around your waist, and the next all you heard was a scream and the sound of gushing blood.
He held his face as he crumpled to the ground, blood spurting from the 4 deep claw marks that now graces the right side of his face. Vere stood over him, the tips of his fingers covered in blood. Despite that, he was perfectly clean.
Vere turned away from the man and towards you, a smile full of charm, as if he thought if he acted suave enough you wouldn't notice the screaming man holding what was left of his eye in his socket. His clean hand wrapped around your shoulder as he took the now occupied seat next to you. He threw his long legs over your lap, very clearly claiming you as his own.
Everyone in the bar seemed to get the message loud and clear, and decided to politely ignore the man's screams.
“So, what are we drinking tonight darling?” Vere cheerfully asked.
“Well I was going to try one of Leanders concoctions, but let's step outside instead.’’ you responded.
Vere’s smile faltered for just a second. Shit, were you mad?
You reached for veres bloody hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, the blood oozing between your connected palms as you lightly tugged him away from the bar and back outside.
You gave him a smile over your shoulder that could only be described as smitten, and Vere knew he wasn't in trouble.
You both found your way to the alley you had spoken in on your first night in Erida. You hopped up to sit on a few wooden crates, and Vere moved to stand in between your legs, letting his head fall to rest on your shoulders.
You lightly tugged him in closer, your hands wrapping around his back as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes, Vere melting into your touch till he was almost laying on top of you.
“Feeling better?” you asked.
“I should have killed him.” Vere scoffed, more annoyed than actually upset at this point.
“You did a very good job at restraining yourself.” you cooed, an edge of teasing in your voice.
“Oh fuck off.” Vere scoffed. “He was pissing you off two, I could tell.”
“You should've come over, we could have made him really uncomfortable and left. Something really creative, like we're both in a clown cult.”
Vere said something in response, his voice muffled by your neck.
“What??”
“I didn't want you to think I was jealous,” he repeated.
“Ok, but you were jealous.”
Yeah, but you don't need to know that.”
“Vere,” you started, as you grabbed his bloodied hand and moved it to your cheek, nuzzling slightly into his palm. The man's blood streaked against your skin. “Next time just tell me. We can kick his ass together.”
Vere felt the knots in his chest completely disappear at your words. Despite his looks, Vere hadn't always been lucky in finding partners who felt as deeply as he did. There was a time he had wanted more than casual with Ais, and the feelings definitely weren't reciprocal.
But you? You always matched him, like two puzzle pieces meant to go together. When he wrapped his arm around your waist, you leaned in closer. When he held your hand, you laced your fingers with his. When he spoke, he always had you undivided attention. When Vere made a move to kiss your cheek, you turned to capture his lips, your hands moving to the back of his head to hold him there for as long as he would allow.
There was a silent understanding between the two of you. Vere was never too much for you, and you were never more wanted than with Vere. Let Vere be as jealous as he wants, you would always be there regardless. And one day, he would realize this too. But for now, being in your arms was comfort enough.
Hello!!! I saw that did so much works on vere and I love all of them,they are the best vere fics!!! I love how you characterize vere and make him feel so in character.
And if you're still taking requests, can you do a headcanon or fic being in a relationship with vere or maybe doing a fic about a confession between vere and the MC. Like who would confess and how it would happen.
Anyway, have a good day and no pressure about doing this request if you're not up for it. You been doing such a good job of all your fics, and you're my fav vere x reader writer!!!! <3
Asidhasjaisdhflkasdh thank you, the fact that some people really like my silly lil vere fics means so much to me! I try to write Vere as in canon as possible, I'm so glad that comes across! I decided to do something a little different than normal and do headcanons instead of a full fic. Thank you for the ask! :D
Vere relationships headcanons:
The core of a romantic relationship with Vere would be based on loyalty and understanding. Vere would have to 100% trust you would never sell him out, or leave him (I feel like he lowkey has some trust issues left over from whatever situationship he and Ais had going on)
Despite how secretive he is, once you get into a relationship with Vere, communication is key. He needs to know the big things, like what the two of you will do once you're both free. Do you want to stay in Eridia? Get revenge on those who fucked you over? (he's a big fan of that one.) Start a new life somewhere with just the two of you? All options.
I think Vere would find himself willing to stay in Eridia, at least as a home base. At first, he'd just want to burn the synovium to the ground, not caring what happens to the surrounding city. But if you want, I think you can steer him away from that. He won't admit it, but there's few things he wouldn't do for you. Not limited to, actually giving a shit about this soggy marsh people dained to call a city. You had friends here, it was one of the safest places for humans, and he had memories with you in this city. All reasons he could find ways to think fondly of Eridia.
He also wants to know about the little things, like where you're going or who you'll be meeting with if it's someone he doesn't know. There are a few hints in the demo that Vere is a “fell first” kind of man, and he holds onto the people he cares about tightly, only letting a select few get close. He's not trying to control you, he knows you can handle yourself. Despite this, you're still human. If something does happen to go wrong, he wants to know where you are and who you're with, so he can come find you if need be, and kill whoever is stupid enough to try and hurt you.
Speaking of other people, how many people know about your relationship will definitely change over time. If you start off together before he's free from the Sinobium, nobody can know about your relationship. Ais at most. But after he's free? You're going to have to physically stop him from making out with you in front of the Abbess. If you really don't want everyone to know, he’ll respect that. But if it's up to Vere? It'll be the most obvious thing in the city, and he has three major reasons for that
One: his pride. Once the Sinobium loses its control over him, he's free to be as chaotic and wild as he wants. What better way to say fuck you to the Sinobium by making it clear you and him are an item now. They wanted both of you for their little experiments, and now they get neither.
Two: his nature. Vere naturally seems to gravitate to being a touchy person, even in public. Its not intentional, its instinct. He cant help that his tail wants to wrap around you, or that resting his head on your chest feels so nice. So even if you ask him to keep it on the down low, itll be a bit of an open secret.
Three: safety. Once again, you're a human. No matter how strong you are, how clever, how impressive your magic, how good your foresight is, there will always be a certain fragility to being a human that will always haunt him. Even if you're the strongest person around, one dagger into one of your vital organs, and you're gone, just like that. But if people know you're with him, then there will be an understanding; messing with you is bad for someone's long-term health. Specifically, their ability to keep breathing.
Speaking of human fragility: absolutely not. Vere is not the type to just accept he only has less than 70 more years with you and thats it. He will not “carry on” or “find the joy in the world they left behind” or any of that bullshit,. He will find a way to make you just as immortal as he is; he will not be left behind again. Don't go dying on him, because he will drag you back from hell if he has too.
While your home base can be Erida, Vere does want to explore the world again. Go back to the places he used to haunt, see new sights, anywhere that lets him know he's truly free of his chains. If you don't want to come along, he's 100% fine with that; he appreciates his alone time just as much as you do, but he definitely wants you to join him for a few trips. Now that the two of you are together, he wants you to know every aspect of him, all the good and bad parts. And trust, he absolutely wants you to do the same. It's fine if there are certain things you don't want to talk about, you can't keep secrets like your curse from him, not while in a relationship.
A/N: i hope yall enjoyed! I had a few headcannons about vere confessing but i wasnt really sure wether to go tragic or humorus with them, so i decided to leave them out. Maybe ill go back to it one day lmao. Make sure to stay hydrated yall, peace out ✌️!!!!
If you’re still taking requests could I have scenario of the Mc asking Vere what they’re soul looks like? I really hope when the game comes out we find more about that ability of Vere’s
I got REAL interpretive with this one, I hope you enjoy!
content: vere x gn! reader, sfw, cannon typical swearing and violence, 1k words
“So, what DOES my soul look like?” you slurred, the alcohol inebriating even your ability to talk.
“Huh?” vere questioned, trying to raise his head from off the ground and failing, falling back onto the stone floors of his bedroom.
The two of you had been plotting in his room, breaking down a plan to impress a Sinobium cleric, when Vere had casually mentioned he had some very strong alcohol.
The high stakes of trying to trick an institution that could kill you both with the snap of their fingers was not exactly great for stress levels. With you having a meeting with one of the Abbesses advisors tomorrow, there was a good chance you could end up dead.
There was also a chance the two of you would get closer than ever to your mutual goals. You had been working with the Sinobium on a contract basis, finding them scraps of information whenever they called upon you to do some of their dirty work. But now, you finally had a chance to join their little order. It meant more access to their research, libraries, and information that could get you closer to curing your curse and freeing Vere from his chains. If it went poorly, they could kill you. Or close the door forever on ever getting any more information.
There was also something else on your mind. You knew it was silly compared to everything else that could possibly happen, but something had been weighing on you for a while. If everything went perfectly and you joined the Sinobium in a professional capacity, you would have to spend less time with Vere. The two of you couldn’t have the Sinobium thinking you sympathized with him, or worse, were plotting with him. You would need to keep any public interaction with Vere as professional as possible. As a member of the organization who was keeping him chained.
The thought of the changes you would have to make, how intentional every word you spoke would need to be, made you feel a bit sick.
You needed a change of topic. Desperately. Which is why you had asked Vere the aforementioned question. In your first meeting him, he had said some line about how all of the suffering you went through made your soul irresistible. At the time you were too busy focusing on not dying to really think about it, but it had piqued your curiosity enough to remember what he had said.
And with trying to avoid the fear of what you would need to become to work for the Sinobium, this seemed like a good topic change.
You waited for vere to elaborate, staring at him from the chair you were currently lounging on.
“You remember that?” Vere questioned, head still on the floor.
“Yeah. just curious.” you shrugged.
Vere smirked. “I didn't really need to see your soul to know it had been dragged through the mud.” He joked.
“Oh, and that's what's tasty to you? Mud soul? Your favorite food is mud soul?” you giggled, the alcohol making everything seem more silly in the moment.
Vere wobbly stood up and laid his head around the general area of where you were sitting.
“Don't be stupid.” he slurred.
“Answer my question.” you countered.
Vere gave a sigh, and seemed to sober up slightly.
“Think of a soul like a piece of pottery you made yourself. The shape, color, decorations, etchings, they're all decided for you. Your personality and being forms it, and it's unique to only you. The suffering you go through, that's outside forces. Cracks in the pottery, chips in the paint, the wear and tear of living. That's the best way I can describe it to you.”
You were silent for a while.
“So, how exactly is my soul holding together?” you asked.
“It's… seen better days, I would imagine,” Vere responded.
You let out a breathy laugh, but there was no humor behind it. This wasn't shocking, but it still hurt, just a little. That some piece of “art” unique to only you had been treated so badly. Could you have done more to protect it? Or was it always meant to be broken? If you had tried repairing it sooner, would it have been in better condition? All philosophical questions that ultimately meant jack shit to you.
“I don't really see the “irresistibility” in that.” you remarked, thinking about the fateful day you met Vere.
He paused for a second, then he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a small shallow white bowl, probably used to hold jewelry or other trinkets. The cream white of the bowl was intercepted with gold streaks running across its form, like gold lightning or veins running through the bowl.
“It's beautiful.” you remarked.
“It's broken.” Vere responded. “The gold is where the bowl cracked, Ais repaired it for me. It’s called Kintsugi, you highlight the cracks when you repair them instead of hiding them.”
You stared at the bowl, mesmerized by the patterns.
“Does my soul look anything like this?” you questioned.
“No.” Vere's answer was blunt, and honest. “But I think you could get there. One day.”
“Hm. not any day soon, considering i'll be joining the sinobium if everything goes well. That's not exactly conducive to a healthy work environment” you spat, a quiet bitterness building.
“I'll be here.” vere responded.
“Will you?” you countered. “You do understand we will never be able to talk in public right? And I'll be the one yanking your chain.”
“You'll be the one helping free me from my chain. I won't forget that.” he stated.
"Here." Vere pushed the bowl further into your hands. "Keep it. its not like I use it anyways."
You stared down at the little gold and white bowl, its beauty still mesmerizing, as you gently stored it in your satchel to take home with you.
The two of you lapsed into comfortable silence, the buzz of alcohol still fresh in both your veins. It's true, you didn't know what would happen next. But you knew a certain fox had your back, and whether you liked it or not, that was a great comfort to you.
hiii!! i was the person who asked for part 2 of the protective vere fic and i just wanted to say thank you so much!!! i really love that you added elton because it’s almost IMPOSSIBLE to find content for him and sen 😭
omg i so feel you, theres so little content on elyon but his design is SO COOL. i actually got his pin from the kickstarter merch because i love his eyes sm! redspring studios my life for just a crumb of Elyon lore i BEG. im so glad you liked the fic, thank you for requesting and for your kind words!!!! 🫶
Hihi, I hope you have been well!! I love your writing and characterization of Vere sooo much.
I was wondering if you could write Vere’s reaction to a sick reader and having to take care of them maybe? Thank you so much and have a wonderful day! ❤️
Thank you for your kind words!!!! This fic went through sooo many iterations, would you beleive it if i told you at one point hot springs were involved??? anyways, sorry for the wait and i hope you enjoy!!!
content: Vere x sick GN reader, cannon typical swearing and violence, SFW, 1.6k words
Kuras had warned you not to go out into the rain. But you were so close to chasing down a lead on your curse, you couldn't stop for even a second. Of course, when you got a fever so high you were seeing double, you were forced to stop your hunt. Kuras was correct, you should have quit. But you had trudged through rain-soaked roads before and never gotten so much as a sniffle. Which is part of why this cold annihilating you was so embarrassing.
Your throat was dry. You felt like your face was on fire. Your limbs were so weak you felt if you tried to stand, you would collapse. Your vision swam with dizziness.
Nothing could make this worse. You thought to yourself.
At that exact moment, you heard the lock on your door being picked with an ease so smooth it practically begged the intruder to open it. Even with your state, you could recognize the basic features of the man that slinked into your room, his claws gently clicking on the metal of the doorknob.
Vere was here. And the universe had a sick sense of humor.
“No,” you managed to croak out.
Vere cackled at your visceral response to his presence. And the fact that the biggest defense you could muster was a simple “no”.
‘I'm here to help,” he purred, opening the window in your room to air out the smell of sickness and get you some fresh air.
“I don't believe you,” you grumbled halfheartedly. Despite being sick, you still felt the need to waste energy bantering with Vere. He truly brought out the worst in you, yet you couldn't help but feel a twinge of gratitude at his presence.
After all, he didn't have to spend his limited free time looking after you, yet here he was. Of course, him just showing up didn't mean he'd actually be helpful. You were 99% sure he'd throw a lukewarm towel on your head and call it a day. You'd bet your last copper on it.
And as you would soon find out, you would lose that copper.
To your shock, Vere helped you out of bed and moved you into the bathroom, where a bath had been prepared. It was shallow water (Vere was probably trying to minimize the risk of you drowning), and the temperature was lukewarm, which felt cleansing considering the high fever you were running. Vere made sure you weren't going to pass out anytime soon, then left you in the bathroom with a fresh set of clothes and a towel.
You were in there for a while, running the cool water over your feverish skin and trying to wipe away the thin layer of sweat on your brow. After over an hour, you finally worked up the energy to crawl out of the tub and dry yourself off, then slowly but surely you put on the new clothes.
You could feel your eyelids burning from exhaustion, and your face still burning. But at least you felt refreshed. To your surprise, vere had changed the sheets on your bed and opened the windows, letting the fresh air in.
The room looked significantly better than how you had left it, which was unfortunate, because Vere looked very pleased with himself.
“Now that you look less like a corpse,” Vere began, “let's get you something to eat. I'll cook.”
At that line, your blood ran cold. Flashbacks to the last time Vere had cooked came rushing in. the pots boiling over. How he would put random spices and sweeteners in a dish without reading what they were. Him trying to sneak some strange looking piece of meat into a stew. How he delighted in the horrors he created in any kitchen.
This was his plan all along. Wait till you were sick then finish you off with his god forsaken awful cooking.
“You're trying to kill me.” you accused.
“Oh relax, I can actually cook when I try.” he shrugged.
“No. No you cannot. Nobody who can ruin scrambled eggs can cook.” you countered.
Vere gave you a smirk so devious that even with a fever it sent shivers down your spine.
“If you're wrong, what will you give me?” he questioned.
“...”
You were sure he couldn't actually cook, but his confidence was making you question yourself.
“Something within reason?” you offered.
“Your reason or my reason?” Vere questioned
“My reason”
“Bore.”
He held out a clawed hand for you to shake, and you reluctantly reached out to shake it. Despite his confidence, you truly believed Vere could not cook. And even if he could, his pension towards mischief would screw him over. You didnt think he could resist fucking with you by adding chocolate to a piece of beef or something stupid.
You wrapped yourself up in a clean blanket, and shuffled off behind Vere to the kitchen that the Wet Wick had reserved for long term renters. It was a very small setup separate from the main kitchen, and more importantly, there was a couch in the corner next to a table you could lay down on.
You were there for a total of 2 hours. On the bright side, the bath and fresh air had made you feel a bit better. Your throat had started to hurt less every time you swallowed, and Vere was even kind enough to get you some peppermint tea, which really helped.
On the downside, you absolutely lost the bet. You stared in shock as Vere started kneading dough to make noodles, heat up some chicken stock he had brought, cut up three chicken breasts, some carrots, garlic, and celery, and cooked them in a mix of spices on the stovetop before shredding the chicken and adding the mix to the broth. He was making chicken noodle soup. With handmade noodles.
Were you being fucked with? Every single time you had cooked with Vere, it ended in a minimum of one stovetop fire. Why was he suddenly competent? Could he do this the entire time?
Vere saw your incredulous expression and laughed.
“I told you so~” he teased while setting down a bowl of soup in front of you.
You reached for the spoon and took a bite. It was good. The chicken was well seasoned and the vegetables still had a solid crunch to them, while the broth soothed your throat even more.
“Gods dammit.” you laughed.
Vere snickered along with you.
“Looks like someone lost the bet. About my reward though-”
“Can this wait till I feel better?” you asked.
“Nope!”
You sighed. “Let's have it then.”
“I want to taste the soup.” Vere stated.
You raised an eyebrow.
“That's it?”
“That's it.” He confirmed.
“Of course you can.” you replied. “You made it. And for the record, thank you for making this for me.”
You took another spoonful of soup to your mouth, savoring the warmth it brought.
And then Vere kissed you.
Your eyes went wide, you were so shocked you hadn't even noticed how he had slipped his tongue into your mouth and stolen. a. carrot. From inside your mouth.
He pulled back, licking his lips as he reclined on the chair on the opposite side of the table you were seated across.
“Wow, I am an incredible cook,” Vere preened. “And your lucky Mhin had some chicken stock I could steal from them.”
What… what had just happened? Had you started hallucinating? Was it the fever?
No, you could still feel the sensation of his tongue in your mouth.
You opened your mouth to speak, forgetting you needed to swallow the rest of the soup, and proceeded to spit it out as you tried to speak.
“Fuck!” you exclaimed, soup all over your nice clean blanket.
Vere was already laughing hysterically, halfway to falling out of his chair.
“What the FUCK was that??” you questioned, your tone one of shock, not anger
A prank like this wasn't exactly out of character for Vere, but you were still reeling.
“You SAID I could have some!” he laughed.
“I didnt- I didnt say- well I didn't-” You attempted to sputter out a coherent sentence, but the feeling of Veres mouth on yours had made your brain entirely reset. His loud cackling didn't help either.
“You could catch my cold!” you finally exclaimed, finding your words again.
“Didn’t you get sick because you were out in the rain in November? I don't think stupidity is contagious.” Vere stated.
…
You threw a spoonful of soup at Veres' head.
Of course he dodged easily enough, a bark of laughter starting up again at your attempt at revenge.
You spent the next 20 minutes trying to swat Vere with your soup stained blanket, and him effortlessly dodging.
Eventually you both calmed down, both laughing slightly as Vere turned away to reheat your soup on the stove which had gotten cold as the two of you “fought”.
What you didn't see while Veres' back was turned to you as he heated up the soup was how he lightly brushed his lips with his fingers, as if trying to remember a certain feeling.
You were glad not to see this though, because if he was turned away from you, he couldn't see the redness in your cheeks as you stared at his back.
You could pass it off as the fever. But as you finished your food and began to head back up to bed, waving at Vere as he headed out, you knew what would be replaying in your mind the second your head hit the pillow.
Aaaa I’m the one who asked for the protective Vere, thank you sm for fulfilling my request I absolutely loved it 🥹 Your characterization of Vere is unmatched, genuinely my favorite ever
im so glad you liked it adsfalsjsdj!!!!! I love writing him sooo much, vere is easily my favorite touchstarved character, finals finishing and the demo being updated within 2 weeks of eachother felt like the universe drop kicking me right back into my touchstarved obsession lmaooo. Thank you for your kind words!!!
whenever i see that u posted a new vere fic i cheer‼️‼️ i’m not sure if ur taking requests but i just read ur fic with vere proctecting mc from the workers in the brothel and i love it!!!! i was wondering if u would be willing to write a part 2?? 👀 maybe we would get to see vere pry some info out of elyon for mc
I'm so glad you liked it!!! I wrote a part two, but from Veres' perspective. I hope it's close to what you wanted! Also this is the fastest I've ever gotten to any ask, and I will probably never beat this record LMAOOO
Part 1: here
content: vere x gn! reader, cannon typical swearing and violence, sfw but once again, brothel mentioned
word count: 1.3k
It had been about two hours since the Vere had left the brothel, with you slightly wine drunk on his arm. It was late, and he was walking you back to your room at the Wet Wick. The last thing he wanted was you wandering into a soulless, or one of Leander's annoying Adderstones.
The walk was shockingly quiet. You were both contemplating the plan you had explained to him on getting information from the Abbess’s private collections. It was a solid plan; some things could be streamlined, but overall, Vere thought it would work.
But almost more importantly to him, you had made a plan. For him.
Vere had an expectation of how this little partnership would go. He would offer you bits and pieces of leads about your curse, and only give them to you when you made real progress helping him get free. Completely reasonable. A mutually beneficial transaction hidden behind the guise of allyship.
What he didn’t expect was how damn interesting you would be. The way you were able to pick up on his tricks and tells, and always able to stay just aware enough not to fall into his claws.
He didnt expect you to actually have anything interesting to say, ever really. Interesting wasn't a qualification for working with him, being useful was. But all it took was one walk where one of you had sparked up a conversation, and Vere found himself hanging onto your every word. You were witty. You were intelligent. You were creative. Somehow, every story you told was captivating, every observation you made was useful, and all the research you did looking up what exactly his chains were was thorough.
He didnt expect you to care. But when he had opened up about how much it affected him to be chained down, you didnt just look at him with pity or useless sympathy. You were angry with him. You assured him that he was right to be mad, to feel bitter and alone. You listened. You were encouraging. You made plans to get him closer to freedom, not just talking about how it would happen one day. And you could tell when he was feeling down. It took Vere a while to notice you were conveniently always there when he felt at his lowest (you could tell by the way his ears flattened and his attitude soured). Somehow, when he needed you most, you were always quietly there.
And now here you were. Defeated, without a lead, and still, you tried to help him. You didnt just tolerate him because he's useful, you enjoyed being around him.
And loath to admit it, Vere enjoyed being around you. A little too much, he was beginning to realize.
When he saw you walk into Elyon's brothel earlier, it was like he could feel you twisting a dagger into his stomach. Sickness, panic, anger, and jealousy washed over him in waves. He tried to justify it for a second. He was upset because you had been immune to his charms, and not theirs. But even as he thought it, he knew it was a lie.
He didnt even know why he followed you in, but when he understood the situation, the wave of relief that washed over him was just as comforting as it was concerning.
And now here he was, walking you up the stairs to your room at the wick, about to do something stupid on your behalf. It was becoming impossible for him to deny why he was acting this way.
But regardless, he watched as you walked into your room, not leaving till you closed the door, taking you out of his line of sight.
Now, it was time to go hunting.
When Elyon wasn't at his bar, he was at his manor. An extravagant and lavish property in High Town. Elyon was a wealthy noble, in more than just money. His influence spread far, even into the Sinobium. If Vere made one wrong move, he could end up chained to a wall instead of to a collar. Yet somehow, despite that, you were worth the risk.
Vere slipped into the shadows easily. You were good company, but ultimately just a human. You couldn't move the way he did, and within seconds he was in the heart of Hightown, just a stone's throw away from Elyon's manor.
Vere needed only a moment to call upon his true form, the madness and chaos of the beast he really was. The power he had when unchained felt like a distant memory, but that didn’t make his more limited abilities any less deadly to the average human, and Elyon was just that. A human.
Within an instant, the shadows wrapped around Vere, and the next step his leather boots took was on the plush carpet of Elyon's study.
Everything dripped with wealth and class. The dark mahogany desk and bookshelves were of the finest craftsmanship. The room hosted many priceless objects simply on display for the owner to enjoy. The whisky glass that clinked as Elyon took a sip sounded clear, the result of it being made from pure crystal.
The two stood face to face. Neither was surprised to see the other.
Elyon motioned for Vere to sit, pouring him a glass of whisky as he moved towards the mahogany table.
“So,” Elyon began. “I hear that new little interloper is under your protection.”
“You're just now hearing about it? And here I thought your little spies kept you more connected than that. Such a pity,” Vere sneered, his eyes narrowing with every word.
Elyon’s eyes narrowed, the silver of his irises contrasting against his dark grey sclera. The slight did not go unnoticed. But Vere was betting on what he knew: Elyon was a businessman. He would try to resolve this peacefully before resorting to calling in a favor from the Sinobium. After all, making an enemy of any monster, even a chained one, was bad for the longevity of any business.
As it turns out, Vere was a good gambler.
“I cannot reveal the names of my clients to your friend. My business thrives on the assurance that my clients can remain completely anonymous.” Elyon explained.
“I won't tell this client we got the information from you. I'll gladly make up some lie about how I spotted them while they were in town.” Vere countered. “And might I remind you, as you so observantly brought up, you planned to kill someone under my protection. Give me the name, and we all walk away as if nothing happened. Understood?”
As Vere spoke, the air began to feel suffocating. Veres' pinprick pupils disappeared in a sea of red. He was serious. Even Elyon, with all his power and intelligence, couldn't stop the primal fear of realizing you were all alone in the room with a creature that considered you prey.
Elyon sighed and began to write a name down on a sheet of paper, the ink of his ivory fountain pen slightly bleeding through the fine parchment. His perfectly manicured nails brushed against Veres' claws as he handed the paper over.
“Don't let this get back to me,” Elyon warned.
Vere simply nodded and began to exit the way he came in. Elyon had outlived his usefulness and was no longer worthy of any attention.
As he skipped along the streets of Hightown, he couldn't help but picture what face you would make when he gifted you this little scrap of parchment. Part of him imagined this was proving something. Look at what he could do for you. What he could provide. You would be a fool to ever choose some common human over him.
Any onlookers that night would see a beautiful man, his cheeks as red as his hair, twirling a scrap of paper between his claws.
