solchian

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[bi-goth-energy]

If i see yumeshipping or oc x canon under the fucking x reader tags I will block you after reporting it as spam.

There are separate tags for a reason. Stop spamming tags I’m tired of this shit.

So let me break it down for you

“ (fandom name) x reader” <- only for x reader content, no oc nor self shipping

“ yumeshipping” <- this is for self shipping

“Oc x canon” <- this is for an oc x canon character

[solchian]

I'm back w another twst x reader ideaaa 🥹🥹 I'm using "she/her" but I really mean that reader is us

Imagine a Malleus Draconia x Eclipsa Butterfly! reader..

Of course, reader is in the same age range as Malleus, since Eclipsa is older than ~500.

Reader is biologically royalty, and was engaged to a king at her young age, despite him being older. No baby Meteora, or Festivia, since like I said, too young.

Reader is in an all-girls college, just like Malleus is in an all-boys one. They are both 3rd years, and reader is expected to get married to her King Shastican (I forgot his name 😭) after she graduates in abt two years, which she doesn't want to.

After getting to know Malleus through joint school events and scheduled meetings and dates, reader decided she wanted to run off to be with Malleus rather than getting married to the king, betraying her kingdom to instead be future queen of Briar Valley.

I actually haven't thought of this much, so if anybody writes this, you can change some things ofc ofc

Reader gets along well with the Diasomnia family, since she also excels in dark magic, is misunderstood, and is just Malleus' beloved.

Reader gets along with Lilia, since they both are into music—you know how Eclipsa has the skeleton guitar? Basically that. They get lost in little duets together. Lilia finds it amusing that you're also seen as such a scary/frightening campfire story, even though you're actually a very polite, gentle and teasing person, just like Malleus.

Sebek actually likes reader (platonically, ofc)! Reader isn't necessarily human, and she uses magic. She also treats Malleus very sweetly, being a seriously devoted and defending lover. Sebek also likes that reader sees Malleus for who he is, instead of how people see him. This made Sebek want to devote himself to her, too.

I don't really know how to compare reader and Silver, but Silver also likes reader! As long as his master is happy, and reader is not using him, he's okay with it.

[foxyannon]

hi i saw ur touchstarved requests are open... u should like lowkey (highkey) write an Ais x reader x Vere fic 👀👀👀 reader can be fem or gn idm, thank you boii

Guests of Honor

HII!!! i’m so sorry I know I got this request a few months ago and i’ve genuinely rewritten it 10 times. I’m not joking, I counted. It definetly got out of hand… and there’s a few special guests involved in the fic 🤭 I redid it so many times because this is actually my first time writing for anyone other than Vere, so I wanted to try and make Ais as accurate as possible (he might not be, but it’s the effort that counts right?)

Thank you @lord-shitbox for giving me those notes on Ais! they really did help, and I hope I wrote him at least somewhat in character 🤞and @uzmacchiato for the dividers!

This is mostly proofread, the grammar may not be great but I’ve read this WAYYYY to many times 😭

CW: Sexual themes (there’s no smut tho), power imbalances, objectification(?), alcohol, slight manipulation, confinement, themes of possesion, profanity, it’s really not that bad, but i’m trying to get better w my cw’s (all of the items listed are implied more than anything, except the profanity)

Word count: 9789, gn reader

The velvet curtains never quite kept the noise out. They muffled the laughter, the music, and the low murmur of High Town’s elite into something richer. You’d learned to tune it out. You had to, working here.

Not on the stage, but behind it. There were guests who paid extra not to sit in the crowd. Your job wasn’t to perform under the spotlight, but you were still expected to play a part. Smile when needed, stay close when asked, even when the attendees leered.

You weren’t particularly excited, but work is work, right? This was far better than working in Elyon’s brothel, even though he owned the theatre too.

“Room three.”

The call came quickly, but it was firm enough that you straightened without thinking. One of the floor managers barely glanced your way as they handed you a tray, two glasses, and a bottle that was so expensive you were suddenly very aware of your entire life’s financial situation. You were pretty sure one sip of it cost more than your weekly pay. Maybe your monthly pay…

“Private guest,” they added. “Be polite.”

You bit back a dry response. When weren’t you supposed to be?

Still, you nodded, adjusting your sleeves out of habit before taking the tray. The hallway behind the stage was dim, lit just enough to keep you from misstepping. The further you walked, the quieter it got. The hum of the main hall faded, replaced by low voices behind closed doors and the creak of floorboards under careful steps. It was the kind of quiet that wasn’t really quiet at all.

As you neared the end of the hall, a feminine voice slipped through one of the doors ahead, clearer than the rest.

“…behave,” someone said, low and tense. “I’m already at risk of losing my job bringing you here on the clock.”

A second voice followed, sounding too relaxed for the warning they had just been given. You didn’t catch the words, but you caught the tone. Like this wasn’t a risk at all. You slowed for half a second, then forced yourself forward.

Not your business.

You stopped in front of the door marked three, then knocked.

“Come in.”

You pushed the door open and stepped inside, tray steady in your hands, and immediately felt the thick tension in the room.

There he was. Lounged back, relaxed like this was all a game he’d decided to play for the evening. His gaze slid over you the second you entered, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. You would recognize that shitty personality and those fluffy ears anywhere.

Fuck. Seriously?

The other turned at the sound of the door and froze. The reaction was instant.

“…you?”

Vere and Basilea? This might be the worst shift ever.

You stilled for half a second, then forced yourself forward, setting the tray down with practiced ease even as recognition settled in your chest. You kept your expression neutral as you straightened.

“Your drinks.”

But the tension had already settled.

Basilea was staring at you like she’d seen something she wasn't supposed to.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, absolutely stunned.

Her eyes flicked over your outfit, your posture, the tray you’d just set down, and something in her expression tightened. You weren’t sure if it was judgment, disbelief, or excitement.

“I work here,” you said simply.

A soft laugh filled the room, and you didn't have to look to know who it came from.

“Well,” he said, his voice threaded with clear amusement, “this is interesting.”

You glanced over despite yourself. That was a mistake. Vere was already looking at you like he’d just been handed something far more entertaining than he’d expected.

“You didn’t mention this,” he added lightly, eyes flicking toward Basilea.

“I didn’t know this,” she shot back, still staring at you. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I -”

“If you what?” he interrupted easily. “Thought I might enjoy myself more?”

“That’s not -”

You cleared your throat softly, cutting in before it could turn into something worse.

“If there’s an issue, I can request someone else.”

“No,” Vere said.

That was way too fast.

Basilea hesitated, but didn’t contradict him. That was answer enough.

You exhaled slowly, settling back into your role.

“Then I’ll be just outside if you need anything.”

“Will you?” he asked.

Something in the way he said it made you pause. You glanced at him again. He was still smiling, but now there was something sharper underneath it.

“Because,” he continued, tilting his head slightly, “it would be a shame to waste this opportunity.”

Your grip tightened slightly at your side.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Mm. I think you do.”

“Enough,” Basilea cut in, quieter now but firm. She finally tore her gaze away from you. “Don’t start.”

Vere didn’t even look at her. His attention stayed exactly where it had been since you walked in.

On you.

“Start?” he echoed softly. “I haven’t started anything. I’ve only just found out what’s been right in front of me.”

The room felt smaller and hotter.

This is some bullshit.

You straightened, forcing your voice back into something steady.

“I’ll leave you to your evening.”

“Why so professional? You don’t need to pretend with us.”

You stopped and slowly turned back.

Vere hadn’t moved. Still lounging like he owned the room, those pink eyes hadn’t left you for a second.

Basilea, on the other hand, looked like she was about two seconds away from dragging Vere back to work.

“Don’t,” she said under her breath, more to him than to you. “Seriously, don't make me say it.”

“What?” Vere replied lightly, but his face didn’t match the tone of his voice. “I’m being polite.”

“You’re never just polite.”

“That hurts.”

“It should.”

You exhaled through your nose, already tired.

“If you’re done -”

“We’re not,” Vere cut in smoothly.

Of course you weren’t getting out that easily.

You forced your shoulders to stay relaxed.

“Then what do you need?”

“Mm.” He tilted his head slightly, like he was considering something far more interesting than your question. “That depends.”

“On?”

“You.”

You stared at him.

“That’s not how this works.”

“No?” His smile sharpened just a little. “From what I’ve seen, it’s exactly how this works.”

Heat crept up your neck, but you refused to let it show.

“My job is to serve drinks,” you said flatly.

“And look exquisite while doing it,” he added.

Basilea made a small, pained sound.

“Please ignore him. It’s nice to see you, even if it’s... here.”

It was a poor attempt to divert the conversation, and the jab at your job and the theatre was unnecessary, but you appreciated the sentiment nonetheless.

“I’m trying. It’s quite nice to see you too.”

“Trying unsuccessfully,” Vere said.

You shot him a look. He looked delighted by your plight.

Right. Of course he did.

“This isn’t funny,” Basilea muttered, finally stepping forward.

Her voice dropped slightly when she spoke to you again.

“You shouldn’t be in here. I mean, you can, obviously, but -”

She stopped, clearly struggling to phrase it.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” you said dryly. “I do.”

That was a lie. You weren’t sure what she was talking about, but it was best to go along with it anyway.

Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.

Vere, however, seemed to be having the time of his life.

“You’re both very tense,” he observed. “It’s a little insulting, actually.”

“No one is insulting you,” you said in an eerily calm tone.

“You’re acting like I’ve done something wrong.”

Basilea interjected.

“You will if you keep talking.”

He laughed softly, unfazed.

Then his gaze slid back to you again, slower this time.

“You really didn’t think I’d notice?” he asked.

Your stomach tightened.

“Notice what?”

“This.”

His eyes flicked over you, your clothes, your stance, the careful distance you were trying to keep.

“Where you ended up.”

You crossed your arms before you could stop yourself.

“It’s a job.”

“Mm. You said that.”

“And I meant it.”

“I’m sure you did.”

Something about the way he said it made it sound like he didn’t believe you at all.

Basilea sighed, rubbing her temple.

“Can we not do this right now?”

“You brought me somewhere interesting, with someone interesting,” Vere replied. “What did you expect?”

“I expected you to behave.”

“And I am.”

“You’re absolutely not.”

You huffed out a quiet breath, then reached for the bottle, deciding you were done being part of whatever this was.

“Do you want the drink or not?”

That got his attention.

“Pour,” he said, like it was a challenge.

You did. Carefully. Steady hands, measured movements. If nothing else, you were good at this part.

You handed him the glass without meeting his eyes.

He took it, but his fingers brushed yours.

You pulled back immediately.

Of course he noticed.

“Still so careful,” he murmured.

You ignored that.

Basilea did not.

“Oh, that’s it,” she said, stepping in. “Drink your stupid expensive booze and stop making this weird.”

“I’m not making it weird,” Vere replied, taking a slow sip. “It already is.”

He glanced at you over the rim of the glass.

And there it was again, that look.

Like he knew something you didn’t, or something you didn’t want him to.

“You can go,” Basilea said quickly, shooting you a look that was half apology, half urgency. “I’ve got it from here.”

For a second, you considered leaving, escaping this entire situation before it got worse.

But there was an odd look in Vere's eyes. His tail had gone limp, and if you didn’t know any better, you would think he was afraid.

Is he afraid?

It’s not like you really knew what happened behind closed doors. As funny as the banter between Vere and Basilea was, she was still his handler.

The sensible option was to leave. It was safer. It would have kept you out of whatever this was turning into.

Basilea was already watching you like she expected you to agree.

Vere, on the other hand, looked like he was waiting for you to do the opposite.

You hesitated.

Just a second too long.

“…I’ll stay,” you said.

Basilea blinked.

“You don’t have to -”

“I know,” you cut in gently.

Then, a little more firmly, which made her pause.

Vere didn’t say anything right away.

But his expression changed. The tension in his posture eased slightly, like something he’d been holding onto loosened.

“If I leave the room too early, my manager will notice.”

You hesitated, then added, a little more honestly:

“They’ve already been on my case about it.”

Basilea blinked.

“On your case about what?”

You shifted your weight slightly, suddenly very aware of how ridiculous this sounded out loud.

“Not spending enough time with guests.”

Vere laughed.

It was higher-pitched than his usual practiced laugh. It was more… fox-like.

It was certainly amusing, but you needed to keep your poker face.

“So,” he said lightly, “you’re staying because your manager wants you to… spend more time with guests?”

You immediately regretted staying.

“That’s not -” you started.

But he cut in before you could finish your rushed explanation, still amused.

“And here I thought you were just being polite.”

“I am being professional,” you corrected.

“Mm.” His smile sharpened slightly. “You’re doing very well at it.”

Something about the way he said it made it sound like a compliment he didn’t fully mean.

Or maybe he did.

It was hard to tell with his lying ass.

Basilea sighed.

“This is going to get worse, isn’t it?”

“Probably,” Vere said cheerfully.

Basilea went very still.

Something in her head had finally clicked into place, and she didn’t like what it meant.

“…shit,” she muttered.

Vere blinked.

“Charming.”

She ignored him, already stepping back toward the door.

“I have a meeting,” she said quickly, like the words were chasing her. “I completely forgot. Of course I did, because this is my life.”

“Now?” you asked, surprised.

“Yes, now!” she said, already half-turned away.

Then she looked back at you, her expression softening immediately.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to dump him on you like this.”

“It’s truly not a bother.”

“Are you sure?”

“I mean… it’s better than creepy drunken guests that I don’t know.”

Then she sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“I swear this is not how I planned my evening.”

You huffed a quiet laugh.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” she said, then softened again when she looked at you.

Then she gave you a small, genuine smile. Warmer than anything she’d shown since you walked in.

“Thank you for your patience.”

Your expression softened slightly despite yourself.

“You’re welcome.”

That seemed to satisfy her.

Then she turned her attention fully to Vere. Her tone shifted instantly.

“Behave.”

The door clicked shut behind her, and just like that, the room changed again.

You exhaled slowly, looking at the door for a second too long, like it might reopen and fix the situation.

“Relax,” Vere said lazily.

You glanced at him.

“That’s not reassuring coming from you.”

“Mm. Fair.”

He was still lounging on the couch, but now it felt different. Less like he was performing for an audience, more like he’d settled into waiting for you.

That thought was irritating.

You turned slightly away.

“So… I’ll stand outside and pretend this didn’t happen?”

“You could,” he said. “But I’d be bored.”

You let out a quiet breath through your nose.

“Aw, how tragic.”

“Isn’t it?”

You glanced at him again despite yourself.

He was watching you properly now.

Not teasing in the same way as before.

“You’re staring,” you said.

“What? I can’t look?”

You wanted to slap that irritating smirk off his face, or kiss it off. Whatever worked.

You sighed.

“You can, but I can’t tell if you’re trying to eat me or eat me.”

Vere stared at you for half a second.

Then he laughed.

It slipped out before he could stop it, warm and surprised, like you’d actually caught him off guard for once.

“Oh,” he said, still smiling. “That’s a new one… though I’m sure you would enjoy either option.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

Vere’s smile didn’t fade.

If anything, it got worse.

“You’re doubting yourself already?”

“I’m doubting you,” you corrected immediately.

“I think you’re underestimating my preferences,” he stated matter-of-factly.

That made you pause.

“…your preferences?”

“Mm,” he agreed. “I wouldn’t bother with the boring option.”

You stared at him.

“…the boring option,” you repeated slowly.

Is this man deadass?

He really expected you to figure out what the boring option was?

He’s a monster, for fuck’s sake!

Neither of those options sounded like they would be boring to him.

You tried to fill in the blank politely, but you failed immediately.

The only thing worse than his tone was the fact that he looked completely serious about it.

You narrowed your eyes.

“You’re talking like I’m supposed to guess what counts as ‘boring’ for you.”

Vere blinked once, then gave a small, almost patient smile.

“I thought it was obvious.”

That made your stomach drop a little.

Were you going to die?

“…no,” you said flatly. “It really isn’t.”

He leaned back again, looking almost disappointed in your lack of imagination.

“The boring option,” he repeated, like he was explaining something simple, “would be quick.”

Vere’s gaze drifted away for a second, like he was thinking it through properly now instead of just teasing.

“That kind of thing doesn’t take long,” he added. “There’s nothing worth staying for anyway.”

The way he said it made it sound less like morality and more like disappointment.

You let out a slow breath.

“That’s a very strange way to phrase something like that.”

“I know,” he said immediately, almost pleased.

You frowned.

“So what, you prefer things that are… not quick?”

He hummed, like you were finally circling the right idea without quite landing on it.

“Well, aren’t you eloquent?”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And my hair is red,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Don’t worry, your little secret’s safe with me.”

“What secret?”

“Your job, and your cute little outfit.”

“That’s reassuring,” you said, though it didn’t feel like it.

“It should be.”

He picked up his glass again, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just tilted the entire room on its axis.

After a moment, he glanced at you over the rim.

“You can relax,” he said. “I won’t bite.”

He smirked again.

“Unless you ask nicely.”

You turned away before he could see your reaction.

But his quiet laughter followed you anyway.

The tray in your hands felt heavier today, even though it was empty. Elyon’s orders had been simple: keep to the floor, avoid trouble, and above all, stay polite. Polite was second nature now, a reflex honed sharper than any blade, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you.

You were halfway through grabbing drinks from the wine rack when Elyon found you.

“Ah, there you are,” he said, his voice smooth but heavy with that undertone that always made you straighten up. He leaned against the edge of the rack, arms crossed. “I was beginning to think you’d vanished into the floorboards.”

“I know, it’s been a while,” you said flatly, keeping your tone even, like you always did.

You never knew what kind of mood he’d be in. Some days, he thrived on banter and sass, and those interactions could be… entertaining. Other days, when the employees from the brothel managed to rile him up, even the smallest mistake felt like it could set off a storm you’d rather not think about.

“Good, you’re preparing the beverages.”

If by beverages, he meant drinking borderline rubbing alcohol.

His eyes scanned the rest of the bottles behind you.

“We have a… delicate arrangement tonight. I need you sharp and presentable.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Sharp enough to serve drinks or sharp enough to survive the guests?”

You decided to test the waters. It had been a dull day so far. Cleaning the theater wasn’t exactly thrilling, especially when you were used to chatting up the guests in the private rooms upstairs or mingling with those lounging on the balcony below.

To be honest, the private rooms weren’t exactly prime seats. They were far from the stage. You couldn’t blame the people who paid for them, though. The music carried well enough, and, of course, there were plenty of other perks that made the price worthwhile. Some… you weren’t too keen on providing, but a handful of your coworkers didn’t seem to mind.

He smirked.

“Both, ideally. But don’t worry, you’ll manage. You always do.”

Before you could respond, your manager appeared, brisk as ever.

“Hello, Mr. Elyon.”

Elyon raised a brow.

“I assume you’ve reminded them about the private guests tonight?”

“Of course,” your manager said smoothly, then glanced at you. “I merely came to… ensure everything is running smoothly.”

You tried not to roll your eyes.

“And remember,” your boss added, stepping closer and lowering their voice, “if anything goes wrong tonight, it’s on you first. Elyon second.”

“Noted,” you said, trying to keep the edge out of your voice. “I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Elyon murmured, watching you as your boss walked away. “The special guests do all my dirty work. Good luck, and don’t fuck it up.”

You tilted your head slightly, setting the bottle back into place.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it,” you said, letting the words hang - half warning, half challenge.

Elyon’s eyes glinted, amused but calculating.

“Oh, I have no doubt.”

Room Five.

The moment you stepped into the hallway outside Room Five, something felt wrong. Not dangerous, exactly but you felt like you were being scrutinized by something you couldn’t see.

The door opened before you had the chance to announce yourself. Warm amber light spilled across the floorboards, carrying the scent of smoke, expensive liquor, and something faintly metallic beneath it all. The air inside felt heavier somehow, dense enough to press against your lungs. 

Then you saw that ridiculously smug smirk. “Sparrow?”

“Here to serve,” you said automatically, setting the tray down with practiced care. You couldn’t even muster a smile, it’s not like you had to anyway. It’s just Ais.

Ais didn’t move when he saw you, he was slouched into the couch like he owned the space. One leg was hooked lazily over the other with his glass perched between two blood-tipped fingers.

He grinned when your gaze caught his hand. “Don’t worry, it’s not mine… Probably.”

You find it alarming that he can’t tell the difference between his and someone else’s blood, but questioning Ais is pointless. The table beside him had a bottle you couldn’t name it was expensive though, which is shocking considering he’ll drink Leander’s concoctions. The thought of those “drinks”, if you can even call them that, make you shiver. They always look thick, and you suspect they taste worse than sewage. There was a red smear on the rim of his glass, and you felt like a rabbit staring at a snake.

You swallowed the urge to back toward the door. Ais’s lazy grin sharpened at the edges as he lifted the glass to his mouth. “You look nervous sparrow, you should smile more. It’s more appealing to your customers.”

You don’t know why he’s taunting you, but the best solution in your mind is to castrate him. It’s a two in one, he won’t ever be able to do one of his favourite “activities” again, and his ego will literally be cut off. 

“I work in a theater,” you said. “I see strange men every night.”

“Mm.” His gaze dragged over you thoughtfully, “And am I strange?”

You snorted before you could stop yourself. “You’re drinking mystery liquor alone in a locked room. What do you think?”

Ais hummed thoughtfully, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. The red smear along the rim stretched with it.

“Fair.”

You moved to straighten the bottles on the tray just to give your hands something to do. His eyes tracked the movement instantly. His eyes made everything look predatory. “I can practically hear your mind wandering, Sparrow.”

You side eye him. “You’re unsettling.”

“You still came in.”

Is he serious right now? “I’m forced too, it’s literally my job.”

Ais’s mouth twitched, he clearly finds this entertaining.

“Oh, poor Sparrow. Can’t handle a little staring?”

“You say that like you aren’t the problem.”

“I usually am.”

His honesty threw you off more than the smugness did. Most men puffed themselves up, danced around accusations and pretended they were misunderstood. Ais wore his flaws like expensive jewelry. Openly, proudly, even. He seems that he would rather scare people off early than deal with the disappointment of losing them later. 

Your eyes narrowed slightly. “You know, most people try not to sound incriminating.”

“Most people are boring.” The room had gone quiet except for outside. Muffled music from the theater drifted through the walls in warped little bursts. It all felt very far away from this shitty room. You lied, it’s actually a very nice room. But you’re sick of these so-called “luxuries” Elyon has to offer. 

You became acutely aware that the door had shut behind you at some point. Your gaze flicked toward the door, and Ais noticed immediately. “You wanna leave?”

The question should’ve sounded mocking. Instead, it came out flat. If you said yes, he’d let you. You still hesitated to answer. That was the wrong move. Ais’s mouth curved slowly at the edges. “Thought so.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“You’re the one still sitting there.”

You opened your mouth to argue, then stopped. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. In a. attempt some to end this pointless conversation, you’d finally stood up. You start to question your choices. Was it really a good idea to work here? Maybe you should have just stayed broke and leeches off Leander. Ais’s grin widened slowly, sharp enough to cut. “There it is.”

You mentally roll your eyes, here we go. “What is it?”

“That look again.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow against his knee. “Whatever realization you’re having is amusing.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And what exactly am I realizing?”

“That you like me a little.”

You barked out a laugh so sudden it startled even you. “Oh, you are insufferable.”

“Mhm.” He looked deeply pleased with himself. “Not denying it though.”

“You want honesty?” you shot back. “I think you’re weird, vaguely threatening, and probably one bad day away from killing everyone in Eridia”

“And?”

“There is no ‘and’, that was it.”

Ais tilted his head slightly. “You do this with everybody?”

Why does he as so many questions? You’re sick of his nosy ass. The banter is kind of fun though. “Do what?”

“Act like you’re one inconvenience away from biting them.”

“I’m not biting anybody.”

“Shame.”

Oh! alright then. Heat crawled up your neck so fast it almost hurt. As annoyed as you were, you couldn’t bring yourself to spit out a smart quip. You narrowed your eyes at him in what you hoped was a threatening manner. Judging by the way his grin widened, it absolutely was not.

“You’re disgusting.”

You grabbed the tray from the table just to create an excuse to leave for a while, or better yet, an escape plan. The second you stood taller, Ais’s gaze dropped slowly to where your sleeve had slipped slightly down your wrist.

Ais leaned back into the couch, watching you like you were the only interesting thing in a room full of knives. The candlelight caught the edge of his glass, the faint red smear still circling the rim when he tilted it. You hated that your attention kept drifting there. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you muttered.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re waiting for me to do something stupid.”

Ais’s smile tilted. “I’m always waiting.”

You scoffed and shifted your weight, setting the tray down harder than necessary just to break the tension he kept building on purpose. This poor tray, you don’t know how many times you’ve fiddled with it today. You wouldn't be surprised if it's scratched at the bottom. The sound echoed in the tight room. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, his gaze dipped briefly to your hands again, then back to your face.

“You’re braver when you’re annoyed,” he said.

“I’m not brave. I’m employed.”

Ais barks out a laugh, it’s sounds like more of a scoff than anything. But it’s hard to tell with him. “That doesn’t make any sense.” For a moment, Ais went still. It felt like the air shifted, and his face almost became more… feminine? 

“Ais?” you said, more carefully now. He didn’t answer right away, his eyes unfocused. Not away from you this time, but away from everything. Like something else had stepped into the space behind his gaze and briefly taken the lead.

His voice became softer, with an almost airy tone. “Hello.”

Ais blinked once, slow, and exhaled through his nose like he’d been mildly interrupted mid-thought. The tension didn’t vanish, but it folded back under his skin.

His voice went back to normal for a moment. “Iris,” he muttered.

What? Iris? like the cute and slightly creepy girl with the braids? “Is she invading your body right now?” That sounded way worse than you intended. 

Ais stared at you for a second like you’d just said something wildly incorrect. To be honest, you didn’t blame him. That didn’t sound right at all. 

“Don’t phrase it like that,” Ais said again, quieter this time. But the twitch at the corner of his mouth stayed, like he couldn’t fully decide whether to be amused or annoyed. 

You narrowed your eyes. “Then how am I supposed to phrase it? ‘Congratulations, I’m being perceived by your haunted brain passenger’?”

Ais huffed under his breath. “That’s one way.” His eyes were unfocused again, then he spoke. “Hello” Judging by the tone, that was Iris again. This is getting confusing, it was way easier to tell when Ocudeus was around. At least his sclera were black. Now you need to scrutinize Ais’s face for tiny details. Like fuller lips and slightly larger eyes. 

“Hey, Iris.”

Ais, or, Iris smiles at you. “You look nice, dear.”

Your stomach did a small, unpleasant flip. “…Okay,” you said slowly. “That’s new. Thank you though.”

“We don't get to speak very often,” Iris said. Her voice came through him cleanly now. She’d finally settled in. Ais’s fingers rested loosely around the glass again, but he wasn’t really interacting with it anymore. More like holding it out of habit.

You frowned slightly. “And Ais is… aware of this?”

“He will be after.”

That alone made your skin prickle a little. You actually didn’t mind Iris, but she was a little scary. 

You studied him, or her, or whatever this was. The expression was still soft, but it had a strange precision to it. 

Room Five.

The moment you stepped into the hallway outside Room Five, something felt wrong. Not dangerous, exactly but you felt like you were being scrutinized by something you couldn’t see.

The door opened before you had the chance to announce yourself. Warm amber light spilled across the floorboards, carrying the scent of smoke, expensive liquor, and something faintly metallic beneath it all. The air inside felt heavier somehow, dense enough to press against your lungs. 

Then you saw that ridiculously smug smirk. How could someone manage to look that smug? “Sparrow?”

“Here to serve,” you said automatically, setting the tray down with practiced care. You couldn’t even muster a smile, it’s not like you had to anyway. It’s just Ais.

Ais didn’t move when he saw you, he was slouched into the couch like he owned the space. One leg was hooked lazily over the other with his glass perched between two blood-tipped fingers.

He grinned when your gaze caught his hand. “Paint,” he said, bland as a weather report. “Probably.”

What is he on about? You know damn well it’s not paint. But questioning Ais is pointless, he’s so cryptic. The table beside him had a bottle you couldn’t name it was expensive though, which is shocking considering he’ll drink Leander’s concoctions. The thought of those “drinks”, if you can even call them that, make you shiver. They always look thick, and you suspect they taste worse than sewage. There was a red smear on the rim of his glass, and you felt like a rabbit staring at a snake.

You swallowed the urge to back toward the door. Ais’s lazy grin sharpened at the edges as he lifted the glass to his mouth. “You look nervous sparrow, you should smile more. It’s more appealing to your customers.”

You don’t know why he’s taunting you, but the best solution in your mind is to castrate him. It’s a two in one, he won’t ever be able to do one of his favourite “activities” again, and his ego will literally be cut off. 

“I work in a theater,” you said. “I see strange men every night.”

“Mm.” His gaze dragged over you thoughtfully, “And am I strange?”

You snorted before you could stop yourself. “You’re drinking mystery liquor alone in a locked room. What do you think?”

Ais hummed thoughtfully, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. The red smear along the rim stretched with it.

“Fair.”

You moved to straighten the bottles on the tray just to give your hands something to do. His eyes tracked the movement instantly. His eyes made everything look predatory. “I can practically hear your mind wandering, Sparrow.”

You side eye him. “You’re unsettling.”

“And yet you came in.”

Is he serious right now? “I’m forced to, it’s literally my job.”

Ais’s mouth twitched like he knew exactly what you were thinking and found it entertaining.

“Oh, poor Sparrow. Can’t handle a little staring?”

“You say that like you aren’t the problem.”

“I usually am.”

His honesty threw you off more than the smugness did. Most men puffed themselves up, danced around accusations and pretended they were misunderstood. Ais wore his flaws like expensive jewelry. Openly, proudly, even. He seems that he would rather scare people off early than deal with the disappointment of losing them later. 

Your eyes narrowed slightly. “You know, most people try not to sound incriminating.”

“Most people are boring.” The room had gone quiet except for outside. Muffled music from the theater drifted through the walls in warped little bursts. It all felt very far away from this shitty room. You lied, it’s actually a very nice room. But you’re sick of these so-called “luxuries” Elyon has to offer. 

You became acutely aware that the door had shut behind you at some point. Your gaze flicked toward the door, and Ais noticed immediately. “You wanna leave?”

The question should’ve sounded mocking. Instead, it came out flat. If you said yes, he’d let you. You still hesitated to answer. That was the wrong move. Ais’s mouth curved slowly at the edges. “Thought so.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“You’re the one still sitting there.”

You opened your mouth to argue, then stopped. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. In a. attempt some to end this pointless conversation, you’d finally stood up. You start to question your choices. Was it really a good idea to work here? Maybe you should have just stayed broke and leeches off Leander. Ais’s grin widened slowly, sharp enough to cut. “There it is.”

You mentally roll your eyes, here we go. “What is it?”

“That look again.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow against his knee. “Whatever realization you’re having is amusing.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And what exactly am I realizing?”

“That you like me a little.”

You barked out a laugh so sudden it startled even you. “Oh, you are insufferable.”

“Mhm.” He looked deeply pleased with himself. “Not denying it though.”

“You want honesty?” you shot back. “I think you’re weird, vaguely threatening, and probably one bad day away from killing everyone in Eridia”

“And?”

“There is no ‘and’, that was it.”

Ais tilted his head slightly. “You do this with everybody?”

Why does he as so many questions? You’re sick of his nosy ass. The banter is kind of fun though. “Do what?”

“Act like you’re one inconvenience away from biting them.”

“I’m not biting anybody.”

“Shame.”

Oh! alright then. Heat crawled up your neck so fast it almost hurt. As annoyed as you were, you couldn’t bring yourself to spit out a smart quip. You narrowed your eyes at him in what you hoped was a threatening manner. Judging by the way his grin widened, it absolutely was not.

“You’re disgusting.”

You grabbed the tray from the table just to create an excuse to leave for a while, or better yet, an escape plan. The second you stood taller, Ais’s gaze dropped slowly to where your sleeve had slipped slightly down your wrist.

Ais leaned back into the couch, watching you like you were the only interesting thing in a room full of knives. The candlelight caught the edge of his glass, the faint red smear still circling the rim when he tilted it. You hated that your attention kept drifting there. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you muttered.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re waiting for me to do something stupid.”

Ais’s smile tilted. “I’m always waiting.”

You scoffed and shifted your weight, setting the tray down harder than necessary just to break the tension he kept building on purpose. This poor tray, you don’t know how many times you’ve fiddled with it today. You wouldn't be surprised if it's scratched at the bottom. The sound echoed in the tight room. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, his gaze dipped briefly to your hands again, then back to your face.

“You’re braver when you’re annoyed,” he said.

“I’m not brave. I’m employed.”

Ais barks out a laugh, it’s sounds like more of a scoff than anything. But it’s hard to tell with him. “That doesn’t make any sense.” For a moment, Ais went still. It felt like the air shifted, and his face almost became more… feminine? 

“Ais?” you said, more carefully now. He didn’t answer right away, his eyes unfocused. Not away from you this time, but away from everything. Like something else had stepped into the space behind his gaze and briefly taken the lead.

His voice became softer, with an almost airy tone. “Hello.”

Ais blinked once, slow, and exhaled through his nose like he’d been mildly interrupted mid-thought. The tension didn’t vanish, but it folded back under his skin.

His voice went back to normal for a moment. “Iris,” he muttered.

What? Iris? like the cute and slightly creepy girl with the braids? “Is she invading your body right now?” That sounded way worse than you intended. 

Ais stared at you for a second like you’d just said something wildly incorrect. To be honest, you didn’t blame him. That didn’t sound right at all. 

“Don’t phrase it like that,” Ais said again, quieter this time. But the twitch at the corner of his mouth stayed, like he couldn’t fully decide whether to be amused or annoyed. 

You narrowed your eyes. “Then how am I supposed to phrase it? "Congratulations, I’m being perceived by your haunted brain passenger’?”

Ais huffed under his breath. “That’s one way.” His eyes were unfocused again, then he spoke. “Hello” Judging by the tone, that was Iris again. This is getting confusing, it was way easier to tell when Ocudeus was around. At least his sclera were black. Now you need to scrutinize Ais’s face for tiny details. Like fuller lips and slightly larger eyes. 

“Hey, Iris.”

Ais, or, Iris smiles at you. “You look nice, dear.”

Your stomach did a small, unpleasant flip. “…Okay,” you said slowly. “That’s new. Thank you though.”

“We don't get to speak very often,” Iris said. Her voice came through him cleanly now. She’d finally settled in. Ais’s fingers rested loosely around the glass again, but he wasn’t really interacting with it anymore. More like holding it out of habit.

You frowned slightly. “And Ais is… aware of this?”

“He will be after.”

That alone made your skin prickle a little. You actually didn’t mind Iris, but she was a little scary. You studied him, or her, or whatever this was. The expression was still soft, but it had a strange precision to it.

“I don’t like that answer,” you said carefully. 

Iris tilted Ais’s head in response. Or she tilted her head? You weren’t quite sure.

You hadn’t seen Ais or Vere in a week. 

That should have been a relief to you. Every time the theatre doors opened, your eyes flicked up before you could stop them. Every private booking made your stomach tighten for half a second. As much as they pissed you off, you almost missed them. Even Basilea had stopped by twice during the week, and you hadn’t even ran into Ais or Vere in lowtown.

Now the theater buzzed louder than usual. The air was thick perfume and cigar smoke thick enough to choke on. Someone important was attending tonight, which meant Elyon was in an unusually “pleasant” mood. That alone was enough to put everyone on edge.

Your manager, like usual, intercepted you from halfway down the corridor.

“Room six.”

You blinked. “I thought six was closed tonight.”

“It was.” They shoved a folded note into your free hand. “Change of plans.”

You unfolded the note, all it said was “Private Request.” with no name on it. Your stomach sank instantly and you frowned.

“What?” your manager snapped.

“Nothing.”

The hallway to Room six sat was tucked deeper into the upper floor where the richest guests preferred privacy over being able to actually watch the play. By the time you reached the door, your pulse had already started climbing. You knocked three times, then entered the room.

The room was dimly lit, all of the candles were pink with red flames. Elyon loved using magic to flare up his establishments, but your attention locked onto the two figures inside almost immediately.

Ais lounged across one couch like he’d been poured onto it, his arm was draped lazily over the backrest. Across from him was Vere. His legs crossed neatly and his pink eyes already fixed on you with terrifying interest. 

The second you entered, both of them smiled. One was mischievous, the other was cocky. They were both different expressions, but still equally awful.

“…absolutely not,” you said immediately.

Vere laughed first. “Oh, this is already better than I imagined.”

Ais tilted his head slightly from the couch. “You look disappointed.”

“I feel ambushed.”

Vere looked at you through his lashes, "Aren't you happy to see us? We certainly wanted to see you.” Great. He’s mocking you.

“No shit.” You hold up the note your manager gave you. 

Ais’s mouth twitched immediately. “We considered writing something friendlier.”

“You, considered writing a threat,” Vere corrected lazily. “But as usual, I had to be the voice of reason and stop you.” He says that as if he actually did something, but whatever. You narrowed your eyes at both of them before setting the tray down carefully near the table. The glasses clinked softly in the heavy silence. Neither of them stopped staring at you.

“You booked an entire private room just to corner me?” you asked flatly.

Then Vere blinked slowly, expression smoothing into something almost offended. “Why would we ever do that? I’m sure there’s better people who could serve us.” 

You stared at them. “You two literally sent a private request.”

“For service,” Ais replied smoothly.

“You requested me specifically, how else would I have gotten this note handed directly to me?” You huffed. This was going to be a long night. 

Vere’s smirk didn’t fade, but his tone dropped to something softer, the kind that slipped effortlessly under your guard. “Maybe we missed your company,” he said, resting his chin on one hand while the other gestured lazily toward the table. “Be a dear and pour us something strong, won’t you?”

You eyed the crystal decanters waiting beside the glasses. They were expensive, Elyon only brought this out for guests he wanted to impress. You don’t know why he wanted to impress these two, but it is what it is. You could never question Elyon unless it was for a business inquiry. “You plan to drink yourselves senseless before the second act?”

Ais laughed quietly. The sound was low, amused, and worn with something almost fond. “Depends on how long you plan to stay.” He held out his glass without breaking eye contact. You don’t know what he was drinking before, but he must have chugged it while you weren’t looking. 

You hesitated only long enough to make him wait, then filled it halfway. His fingers grazed yours just enough to send a spark up your arm. You withdrew before he could notice, but his crooked grin said he did.

Vere leaned forward next, holding out his glass with deliberate care. “Don’t pretend we’re the only ones enjoying this,” he murmured as you poured. The light caught on his pink eyes and on the smirk you wanted to wipe off his face.

“I’m enjoying the thought of leaving early,” you said, setting the bottle down harder than necessary.

Ais raised his glass  “How about a toast to unexpected reunions.” there it was. That stupid devilish smirk again. Vere snickered across from Ais. 

“Unexpected to me.”

Vere clinked his own against Ais’s. “And to ill mannered hosts” 

You rolled your eyes, but the tension in the room shifted. It felt less like you were trapped and more like you were playing a game. They began to drink, and you caught the faintest trace of smoke and some sweet spice curling through the air.

Ais leaned back, watching you over the rim of his glass. “You could sit, you know. We won’t bite.”

Vere’s laugh was soft, too knowing. “Unless you ask nicely.”

“What’s with you two and biting?” you’re already exhausted. You wish you could drink, even if it wasn’t alcohol. Anything would be enough to distract you for a moment. 

Ais pressed his lips together like he was physically restraining himself from answering that. Vere had no such restraint. "It's a very effective way to get someone's attention," Vere said pleasantly, as if he were commenting on the weather.

"You already have my attention, Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately." Ais repeated the word like he was tasting it. "Is that really how you feel about our company?"

You crossed your arms. "Yes. I can’t wait for the show to be over."

Vere tilted his head, pink eyes catching the low candlelight in a way that was frankly unfair. "And what would you call it if you were being honest?"

"Being professionally obligated to pay attention to you two so I don’t lose my job."

Ais made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "That's a lot of words to say that you’re entertained.."

You opened your mouth. Then, instead of speaking, you poured yourself a glass of water from the small side pitcher. "You two are exhausting."

"We've been told." Vere didn't sound particularly troubled by your comment.

"Frequently," Ais added.

You watched them and felt the traitorous corner of your mouth twitch. You smoothed it immediately. But of course, it wasn’t fast enough. Ais caught you trying not to smile, of course he did. All he did was scoff. 

"What’s so funny?" 

 He gestured vaguely in the direction of your face. "That almost-smile you keep killing before it can breathe."

"I wasn't smiling."

"You were thinking about it very seriously." Vere pressed his glass to his lips to hide his own. "We'll take it."

“You'll take nothing."

Ais set his glass down and tilted his head toward the empty space on the couch beside him. The gesture was casual, like it meant nothing. You know better than to believe that though. "Sit down. You've been hovering by the table for ten minutes."

"I'm working."

"You're standing still," Vere said. "Which is not the same thing."

"Alright then I’m available to work."

"Then come be available over here," Ais said. "The couch is comfortable. I'd know."

You looked at the couch, then the door. You sighed and looked back at the couch. You’ve been on your feet for at least four hours without stopping, your shoes had slight platforms and they weren’t exactly the most comfortable. Considering your aching feet and burning back, you sat down. Your decision didn’t have anything to do with them of course, you were simply in pain. 

Vere relocated immediately. He settled onto the couch on your other side. You registered the move just a second too late.

"You planned that," you said.

"We’ll look at you catching on to our tricks," Vere replied pleasantly. “too bad you didn’t catch on before.”

That was when Ais stretched, a long, unhurried roll of his shoulders, and dropped his arm along the back of the couch behind you. That was so corny. You couldn’t believe that Ais, the man who was seemingly one of the smoothest people in Eridia, stretched just to rest his arm behind you. That’s got to be one of the oldest tricks in the book, but he’s not necessarily young compared to human standards. 

"Comfortable?" he asked, and the word had entirely too much warmth in it.

"No."

"Hm." Ais didn't move his arm. Vere swirled his glass and leaned slightly closer under to reach for the decanter on the side table. Instead, his hand settled lightly at your waist. "You know," he said conversationally, "for someone who claims to find us exhausting, you're not moving very fast."

"I'm in pain and I haven’t sat down in hours."

"And?" Ais asked. “I’ve watched rabbits lose their shit trying to escape princess’s fangs and they’re already half dead.”

You looked left. Ais looked completely unbothered and there was a small smile sitting at the corner of his mouth. You looked right. Vere's hand rested at your waist with assurity of someone who has never felt shame. His pink eyes were watching you with that knowing look that you were beginning to resent.

You stared straight ahead at the flickering pink candles and said nothing. The sounds of the theatre drifted up through the floor somewhere below you. It was odd to think that there was a full house below you that was completely unaware that you were up here. being slowly cornered on a couch by two people with no concept of personal space and apparently infinite patience.

You were still holding your water glass. You hadn't actually managed to drink any of it, because every time you'd gone to raise it something had distracted you, usually one of them saying something that required an immediate response or you'd lose ground. Your throat was dry. The glass felt heavier than it should.

Ais noticed. He always noticed things in that quiet, unhurried way of his, cataloguing details before you even knew he was looking. Without a word he reached over, easy as anything, and took the glass from your hand.

You blinked. "What are you-“

He raised it to your lips.

The audacity. The sheer, breathtaking audacity of this man.

"Drink, Sparrow" he said simply. He was now holding the glass of water to your mouth. His eyes were steady on yours, and his other arm was still resting behind your head. 

You leaned back half an inch. "This water better not turn red when I drink it."

Vere made a sound against your shoulder that was very clearly a suppressed laugh failing catastrophically at its job. Ais's expression cracked, just slightly, the corner of his mouth pulling up despite what looked like a genuine effort to stop it.

"Drink" he said, and his voice had gone rougher with the laugh he wasn't allowing himself to have.

You held his gaze for another second out of principle, then tipped forward and drank. The glass was steady in his hand the entire time. When you pulled back he lowered it without comment and set it on the side table within your reach. You’re shocked that neither of them even attempted to tease you. 

Vere shifted beside you. It was a small movement, subtle enough that you almost didn't register it, but his shoulder pressed closer against yours and the arm around your waist drew you incrementally closer, closing the last sliver of distance that had still existed between you. He rested his head against yours, light enough that you could pull away, deliberate enough that you knew it wasn't accidental.

“You were not this close to me thirty seconds ago”

He let out a long dramatic sigh, and moved his head down to your shoulder “It’s freezing in here, and you’re warm. Is there a problem?”  are we serious right now? You were basically half clothed and Vere wants to complain about being cold?

"You're a monster and you practically have a built-in blanket.” you gesture towards his tail.

"The room got colder."

"There’s like 16 candles in here."

"A good host shouldn’t question their guests's actions.” Vere looks way too pleased with himself right now. You couldn't tell if it was because of the quip, or how close he was to you. You decide not to argue with him, all that will do is cause a headache. The grass could be blue as  long as Vere believe it pissed you off. 

On your other side, Ais sank lower into the couch cushions, the arm behind your head dropping slightly so it curved closer to shoulder. The warmth of him bled through the space between you.

You were, you realized with a kind of tired resignation, completely trapped. Vere was at your side with his head against yours and his hand settled at your waist like he owned you. Ais sprawled with careless intention at your other side, his arm a loose, warm weight hovering just behind you.

"I want it noted," you said to no one in particular, "that I came in here to do a job."

"Noted," Ais said.

"And that I'm only still sitting here because my feet hurt."

"If lying to yourself makes you more comfortable, by all means, go ahead darling," Vere said pleasantly, his lips pressed against your hair.

You side eye him, then continue. "And that neither of you are as charming as you think you are."

A pause settled over the room, comfortable in a way you didn't want to examine too closely.

"That one," Ais said, "we're not going to agree on."

The silence that followed was softer than any of the ones before it. It was less like a standoff and more like quiet resignation. The play below shifted into something slower for the second act, the orchestra was composed of drawn out notes that bled up through the floorboards and settled into the room like smoke. You could barley see the show from here, but at least the music was good. 

Vere's thumb moved again at your waist. You still weren’t going to say anything about it. Then he moved, lifting his head from yours just slightly, "You said your back hurts," he said.

"Wow really?” You pretend to be shocked. 

"You've been tense since you sat down."

You had been. You hadn't realized you were so uncomfortable until he said so, and now you were acutely aware of the dull burn sitting between your shoulder blades that four hours on your feet in poor footwear had left behind.

"So?" you said.

Vere lifted his hand from your waist. You registered its absence for exactly one terrifying second before it settled on your shoulder instead, light and deliberate, his thumb pressing a slow circle into the muscle just below your neck.

The fact that you didn’t let out any kind of sound. You were very proud of yourself. It was embarrassing, but you truly felt like one of the Gods strongest soldiers. 

His voice dropped an octave "I could…" his hand moved closer to your spine "fix that."

"You could keep your hands where I can grab them."

"They are where you can stop them." He pressed another slow circle, slightly deeper this time, and something in you made the decision to simply give up "I'm very good at this."

"I'm sure you tell everyone that."

His other hand joined the first, settling at the base of your neck with a patience that was almost worse than if he'd been obvious about it. "Let me."

You stared ahead at the candles. The flames swayed, unbothered. Ais had gone very quiet beside you, and you didn’t like it. Why isn’t he saying anything? He was a quiet guy but this was certainly out of the ordinary. 

"I wouldn't mind you continuing" you said carefully, Vere’s tail perked up. "if I knew you weren't going to try and stick your hands between my legs."

The silence that followed lasted approximately five seconds. 

Then Ais let out a raucous laugh. He tried to turn it into a cough with zero success. Vere's hands had stilled on your shoulders. When you glanced at him, his expression was caught somewhere between absolutely delighted and conflicted, which was a combination you had never once seen on his face and filed away immediately as a personal victory. 

You were about to laugh, but a knock cut you off. The door swung open before you could stand up. 

Elyon stepped inside and his gaze swept across the room. 

You were trapped between Ais and Vere on the couch. Ais had one arm stretched along the backrest behind you. Vere was pressed against your side. Three half-empty glasses sat on the table.

Then, Elyon’s eyes landed on you.

Then on Vere.

Then on Ais.

Then back to you.

"...This is a surprise.” 

You immediately blamed it on Ais and Vere.

"They dragged me in here."

"An outrageous accusation," Vere replied.

"You booked the room."

"Ais booked the room."

Ais lifted his glass. "In my defense, it was available."

Elyon's eye twitched and you were suddenly very aware of your position between Ais and Vere. You stood so fast that it almost made you dizzy. 

You had worked for him long enough to recognize the warning signs. Unfortunately, Ais and Vere either didn't notice or didn't care. Vere looked genuinely delighted and Ais looked seconds away from laughing.

"I leave you alone for twenty minutes," Elyon said carefully, "and somehow you've turned a private suite into a brothel."

“You mean a hostage situation?" Elton knew you weren’t brave enough to work in the brothel, but as usual, he’s feeling petty. A part of you wonders if it’s jealousy. Of who, you aren’t sure.

Elyon pinched the bridge of his nose. The gesture carried the exhausted energy of a man confronting a problem he no longer had the strength to solve.

"Why," he asked nobody in particular, "do I continue allowing either of you into my establishment?"

"Excellent taste?" Vere suggested.

"We spend a lot of money," Ais added “and I do your dirty work for you.”

"Unfortunately, that's true."

Elyon sighed. Then his attention shifted back to you.

"You're supposed to be working."

You immediately glared at the men sitting on the couch. 

"They trapped me."

"We invited you to sit."

"You manipulated me."

"Successfully," Vere corrected.

Elyon looked at him and Vere smiled.

"Five minutes," Elyon said finally.

You blinked.

"What?"

"Five minutes. Then you're back on the floor."

You sat up straighter.

"Really?"

"No."

Your hope died instantly.

"But watching you squirm and try to blame everyone has improved my mood considerably."

“What?” 

“I was bored, and this is just as entertaining as it is troublesome.”

You buried your face in your hands. Elyon turned toward the door.

"Try not to cause any incidents while I'm gone."

"No promises," Ais said.

"That wasn't directed at you."

"It should have been," you muttered.

Elyon paused at the doorway. Then glanced back one final time. The sight apparently annoyed him enough that he immediately left without another word. Why won’t he pick a damn struggle already, how is he amused and annoyed at the same time? 

The door clicked shut.

Then Vere leaned closer.

"I think he likes us." he considers the glass in front of him for a moment. “or you.”

"Not happening" you said immediately.

Ais took another drink.

"That's fair."

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Forgive Me - Gundham Tanaka x Reader

! angst ! spoilers for chapter 4 of sdr2 !

cw: mentions of food, starvation, etc

Gundham's beloved is getting hit extra hard by the starvation motive, he can't handle watching them suffer. Takes place during chapter 4, so uh.. y'all know what to expect, right? (I'm sorry)

“My dearest one, why are you forgoing nutrients?” Gundham asked in concern as you turned down a plate at breakfast.

“I’m just not hungry is all. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. If it makes you feel better, my dark lord, I’ll have a bit extra at dinner, alright?” You smiled at your not-so-secret boyfriend.

Gundham had panicked when you collapsed the first time. He refused to allow you to so much as stand unless it was necessary, saying that you needed to conserve your energy. "Guess I made a mistake this morning, huh?" You laughed nervously.

When you fully passed out after tai-chi the next morning, his heart sank, and he cradled your head for a moment before he carried you to your shared room, the others looking on, not quite knowing what to say or do. Looks of pity, and of concern, filled the faces of your friends.

After resting for awhile, you woke up in bed with Gundham laying beside you, propped on his elbow, his other hand lovingly stroking your cheek. His eyes held concern, and something that you couldn’t quite read. You smiled up at him regardless, weakly reaching up to mimic his actions on his own cheek.

He shut his eyes for a moment, and rested his forehead against yours. Your hand was so cold, so unlike the usual warmth of your skin.

“Forgive me, my dark queen.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Huh? What for?”

“…You will have your answers when we are free from this wretched place.” You swallowed hard, not knowing what he meant, but something in your heart was screaming that it wasn’t anything good. You figured it was something actually outside of the hell-house, and left it at that. Maybe he had been planning something, and due to being stuck in here, it would've gone awry by the time you're both released. What else could he have meant?

He moved to place a kiss to your forehead before going back to his original position. The two of you spent some time just gently caressing each other, and Gundham’s eyes continues roaming your body, seemingly trying to commit every last detail to memory. He’d been littering light kisses over your face, the back of your hand, anywhere he could reach really. This was odd.

“Are you feeling okay? You aren’t developing delayed despair disease, are you?” You half-joked, only to be met with furrowed brows and intense eyes.

“What makes you ask such a thing?”

“You’re just.. never this affectionate.” You said, a blush dusting your cheeks. “I’m not complaining, just an observation.” There was silence for a moment, his eyes searching yours, with such a far away sorrow in his own.

“You are just so weak, my beloved. To see you in a state such as this.. It pains me. If my affection will give you any comfort, then I shall happily give you all that I have to give.” He spoke softly, honestly. “You must understand, there is nothing that I would not do for you.” As he said this, he leaned down to kiss your lips. Something else that was rare. Gundham never kissed you without a reason. Though you weren’t going to question it, assuming he truly meant what he said. He just wanted to make you feel better, that's all this is.

“I love you, my dark one.” He whispered against your lips, before pressing his own back to them.

“I did not know that I could feel such things, not for another human.” He connected your lips once more, each kiss filled with a determined passion.

“Though you, my dearest, are so much more than a mere human.” Another kiss.

“You are radiant.” Kiss.

“Enchanting.” Kiss.

“You truly are an angel from the highest peaks of heaven.” Kiss.

“But for you to be so close to me? To love me - mankind’s most fearsome monster? Evil incarnate?” Kiss.

“Oh, your fall from the heavens into hell must have been excruciating.” Kiss.

“But you crawled your way to the surface, only to find me.” Kiss.

“A blessing that I truly never take for granted.” Kiss.

“I am so, very, deeply in love with you, my dearest fallen angel.” His voice wavered only slightly, as he kissed you one final time, lasting longer than the others. His lower lip trembled against yours, which you took note of. When he pulled away there were tears brimming his eyes, that he desperately tried to blink away.

He looked at you as if he would never see you again.

“Gundham, my love,” You weakly pulled him down into another short kiss, parting once again so that he could see the sincerity in your eyes, though your hand never left his cheek. “There is no force strong enough in all of the universe and those neighboring it to keep me away from you. From the highest peaks of heaven, to the darkest pits of hell, rest assured that I will always find my way back to you, my beloved. After all, I’m a servant sworn to serve under my dark overlord of ice for all of eternity.” You smiled weakly. He took your hand from his cheek to press a kiss to the palm.

“You are wrong. You are so much more than a servant under me - you are my dark queen, ruling by my side.”

“I adore you, Gundham. Nothing could ever stand in the way of my love for you. There simply is no force strong enough.” You spoke so earnestly, with so much love in your voice. Gundham returned your small smile, though he continued trying to keep his tears at bay as he rested his forehead against yours once more. Mostly so that you couldn’t see the wetness in his eyes.

It struck you then, that these sounded almost like vows. You suddenly found yourself picturing what your wedding might be like, after you get off of this island together.

It was getting late now, and he could tell that you were growing tired. But he didn't want this to end.

He knew what he had to do. It was for your sake, after all.

“There is something I wish to give you.” He said, sitting up enough to make use of both hands, removing the earring from his ear. The Hellhound Earring, one of his most prized possessions. Though the jewelry usually adorning your pierced lobes were small pearls, he entrusted you with the trinket.

“B-But-“

“I’d like you to have it.” There was an urgent intensity in his eyes that you couldn’t refuse. With a blush gracing your cheeks, you took hold of the earring with shaky hands. Smiling, you removed the earring on your right ear, and replaced it with the Hellhound Earring - knowing that was the side that he always wore it on.

“Could I offer you a trade?” You proposed, a lopsided grin on your face as your eyes shone. The sparkle in your eyes in this moment made Gundham smile, and he accepted your offer, fastening the small pearl earring in place of his own.

He returned beside you, resting on his elbow yet again. You couldn’t help but think how uncomfortable it must be. His eyes held too many swirling emotions for you to read, as he cupped your cheek once again and brought his lips to yours in one more passionate kiss. Pulling back afterwards to admire your beauty once again - the way your eyes shone brighter than the stars themselves, your kind smile, and the mismatched earrings adorning your ears. He couldn’t help but to place one last kiss on your lips.

“We should rest.” He stated, though he didn’t want to. He didn’t want these last moments alone with you to end. But you were so weak. So frail. And you looked so very tired.

“Can we still talk until I fall asleep?” You asked with your lower lip sticking out in a pleading pout. He chuckled softly, placing a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Of course, my beloved fallen angel.”

And so you did. He laid down fully, and you cuddled closely, talking about whatever topics came to mind. Eventually, you stopped responding, and Gundham knew that sleep had finally claimed you for the night. It had always brought him a sense of peace, for you to fall asleep first, in his arms like this. Though tonight, it only hurt, and he found himself having to hold his breath to stop a sob from forming, he couldn't risk waking you. As much as he'd like more time with you.

He didn’t have much time before he’d have to leave your side, to put his plan into motion. But the time he did have, he spent savoring every breath you took, and every small sound you made in your sleep. He savored everything that he could see of you, as well as your scent, the softness of your skin under his hands - he savored every last bit of you that he could. He drifted to sleep only briefly before he was awoken by the Devas as instructed.

As he carefully unwound himself from you, careful not to wake you, he placed one last, long kiss to your forehead, a few stray tears finally falling as he replayed your vows from the previous night.

“Forgive me, my love.”

a/n: idk if anyone caught this but this was meant to be a “marriage” of sorts, y’know? between them exchanging “vows” and swapping earrings? like you do at a wedding with actual rings after saying your vows? yeah.. anyways I cried while I wrote this and I hope y’all enjoy 😌

[itsameaera]

HIII I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOUR WRITING!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALSO!!!!!!! May I request hc's of Ruggie, Ace, and Deuce (separately) with a s/o who has anemia?? I myself have it and get frequent nosebleeds and even faint sometimes unfortunately!! I apologize if anything's confusing! Have a wonderful rest of your day/night!!

【❝In Sickness And In Health❞】

【Synopsis: In which the Twst boys to their best to help their s/o with anemia】

【Featuring: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, and Ruggie Bucchi】

【Tags: gn reader, anemic reader, established relationship, TW for anemia (obviously) blood and fainting, fluff, kinda crack, Ace slander (I cannot help myself lol), possible inaccurate depictions of anemia, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】

【Word count: Ace (285) Deuce (294) Ruggie (288) Total (0.8k)】

【a/n: hehehehe tysm anon!! It still blows my mind that people actually read and like my writing, so it always comes as a shock to have someone say as much lol! Anyway, I hope you’re having a lovely day/night yourself and that your anemia isn’t giving you a hard time (if it is, then I really hope you feel better soon)! I don’t have much ti say about this one, so I’ll end things here and let you enjoy! <3333333】

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‧₊˚ ┊ Ace does more harm than good tbh (he's trying, but he's not very good at doing anything other than being annoying all the time)

‧₊˚ ┊ If you get headaches often, then you do not want to be within 10 feet of this mf bc he will absolutely make it worse

‧₊˚ ┊ It usually takes him a bit of time to actually realize he's making your symptoms worse, but once he does, he shuts his mouth and focuses all his attention on you (there's nothing I love more in this world than a man shutting tf up lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Ace's way of helping you is simply by keeping quiet and cuddling you (if you need a bit more space while you're recuperating, then he has no problem giving it to you)

‧₊˚ ┊ When it comes to your dizzy spells, Ace is, thankfully, much more helpful

‧₊˚ ┊ If he notices you swaying on your feet a lot, then he'll grab you by the shoulders and guide you to sit down on whatever is closest

‧₊˚ ┊ While you're getting by your bearings and finding your strength, Ace will quietly hold your hand and let you lean on him (take as long as you need to recover, he'll be there as long as you need him to be)

‧₊˚ ┊ Unfortunately, he does a complete 180 when it comes to your nosebleeds

‧₊˚ ┊ Like, the moment he sees blood trickling out of your nose, he launches into a full-blown panic trying to find tissues to clean up the blood (he's so goofy bruh)

‧₊˚ ┊ Well, Ace certainly isn't the worst boyfriend to have as a person with anemia, but he's certainly not the best either (he's trying to be better, and I guess it's the thought that counts lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Poor boy is trying his best to be of much help to you as he possibly can (he's such a sweetie pie I love him sm)

‧₊˚ ┊ Deuce may not be the smartest, but he makes up for his lack of knowledge on certain subjects with unyielding passion

‧₊˚ ┊ He didn't know a lot about anemia before he befriended and subsequently started dating you, but he, of course, sought to educate himself on the condition for your sake

‧₊˚ ┊ Now, Deuce is nothing short of your knight in shining armor (minus the shining armor, of course)

‧₊˚ ┊ Whenever you have a nosebleed, he's right there with a handkerchief in hand to help you clean up (he's got more than enough experience mopping up his own bloody noses, but those came from his rough and tumble fighting days lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Don't worry about fainting, either, because Deucey is fast on his feet and is more than capable of catching you in his big, strong arms (he could crack a watermelon in half with those biceps of his lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ If Deuce notices you feeling light on your feet, then he has no issue with picking you up and carrying you around to wherever it is you need to go (he'll be flushed red the entire time, but he refuses to put you down until he knows for sure that you can get around on your own)

‧₊˚ ┊ At times, he can be a bit too much with his worrying over you, but it comes from a place of love (just tell him to knock it off, and he'll reign it in for you)

‧₊˚ ┊ Deuce, while slightly overbearing at times, is willing to do everything in his power to help you out and make life easier (he's the boyfriend of all time fr)

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie is surprisingly the most help of the three when it comes to actually helping you feel better

‧₊˚ ┊ Growing up, he relied a lot on home remedies since medicine was scarce and his granny couldn't always get him to the doctor

‧₊˚ ┊ So, be prepared for Ruggie to throw a lot of herbal teas and the like at you whenever you start going through it (some of them actually are really helpful, and others not so much lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie has something of a sixth sense when it comes to knowing when you're not feeling well and he sure as hell uses it to his advantage

‧₊˚ ┊ Since he can sometimes tell when a dizzy spell might be coming before you do, he'll preemptively get you to sit down and rest once he realizes it's coming

‧₊˚ ┊ He actually carries around a thermos of water with plenty of ice so you can crunch on the cubes as well as some snacks, painkillers and the like for whenever you might need them (yes, he'll even share some of his donuts with you if you want — that's how you know he really loves you lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie can be a pretty busy guy, but he always manages to make time to sit with you when you're not feeling well

‧₊˚ ┊ When it comes to your nosebleeds, he's not as ahead of the game, but he's very quick to have you pinch your nose and tilt your head back while he gets you some tissues

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie's methods, while a bit… unconventional at times, are more helpful than they may initially seem (he's doing what he can to make things easier for you and is more than willing to do whatever he can to continue doing just that)

[sleepingdeath-twst]

relationship headcanons for sebek zigvolt

or; what it’s like to date the crown prince of briar valley’s most loudly dedicated retainer

featuring sebek zigvolt and a gender neutral reader

not requested

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devoted knight in training, a notoriously over loyal and over eager retainer to his housewarden, and student who may very well take the cake for the loudest freshman to ever enroll at night raven college, sebek zigvolt is not someone who it’s easy to get close with. especially not if you’re not of any fae heritage, and doubly so if you happen to be at all human because of how lowly he views them. that being said, if you’re patient enough and willing to put in the work to break through his superiority mindset and to carve out a place for yourself within his busy schedule, first as a friend and then as something more, you’ll find him to be an unshakeably loyal boyfriend who is very very vocal about how proudly taken he is… though it will take a while to get to that point, so be prepared for thatIntro -> devoted knight, over loyal and over eager retainer, extreme superiority mindset that makes it difficult to court him. but with enough patience, and after establishing a base of friendship and trust, you’ll find him to be a loud, proud, and deeply loyal boyfriend

now it’s no secret that sebek is a very vocal individual, to the point where he seems to devote every spare second where he’s not actively reading or working on something that requires his undivided attention to loudly (very very loudly) either lecturing others or waxing poetic about his liege’s positive attributes. and, lucky you, now that you’re in a relationship with sebek he’s taken to being just as loud and proud about how amazing you are and how very lucky he is to be with you… which means that there isn’t a soul on campus that’s not aware of your relationship, and that there are very few people left that aren’t sick to death of hearing your name coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth… so… that’s something!

and on a somewhat related note, being with sebek means that you’ll never get away with saying anything remotely negative about yourself ever again because he will react with both immense personal offence and remarkable swiftness to try and dispel those thoughts you’re having… usually by following you around for as long as his schedule allows and listing out every positive attribute he knows you have, getting increasingly poetic and earnest with his descriptions until you finally relent and insist he’s helped you so you can get a moment’s peace (and he’s always so very smug about it afterwards too, but he looks cute when he’s all proud of himself so you usually just let him enjoy the moment without interruption)

he is extremely protective over you and will not hesitate to lecture, challenge, or otherwise act the second he becomes aware of anyone making any sort of attempt to harm you — which, to sebek, can mean anything from straight up planning to jump you to something as minor as a group of your classmates talking badly about you behind your back — and this mentality has both made him somehow even less popular amongst the student body and resulted in many of your former bullies giving you a very wide berth and leaving you alone completely (after being either thoroughly outmatched in a duel or thoroughly dressed down in a very loud lecture from your boyfriend). and while his eagerness to keep you safe is undeniably charming, perhaps it’s for the best that you try and rein him in for the time being…

he’d be more than happy to help you study if ever you ask — partially because he likes being able to show off how hard he’s worked and how well he’s doing in the subjects that come easier to him (namely the more ‘logical’ sort like mathematics and the sciences), and partially because he believes it’s his duty as your boyfriend to help you out wherever he can. bonus points if you happen to be more creatively inclined than he is because those are the types of subjects he struggles with so it would greatly benefit him to have a lover who can balance him out like that

much like how he acts around lilia and malleus — two of the people he respects the most, and has admired for pretty much his entire life — sebek is noticeably much more polite and even tempered around you than he is with others. and in fact he started acting like that a little while before you two officially became an item and started courting, which was the biggest and quickest give away to those that knew him that he’d caught feelings for you

that’s not to say that you’re at all except from his lectures about proper form and behaviour and so on… just that he’s a lot more patient with you and doesn’t lecture you quite as often as he does, say, silver or any of his first year classmates. but that’s not saying much as he still does it frequently

he has a very traditional approach to physical affection and as such prefers to keep any and all pda to a minimum — that being offering you his arm to hold onto when you’re walking together, chastely kissing your cheeks or hands as a greeting or farewell, and maybe holding your hand when you ask… — but in the same vein he won’t hesitate for even the briefest of moments before straight up lifting you into his arms and carrying you elsewhere the second you complain about feeling sick or tired or whatever else. it’s a bit contradictory sometimes, but hey at least he’s sweet about it?

sebek’s go-to places to kiss you and be kissed by you in return are on the hands and the lips, with the latter being reserved exclusively for private moments or for farewells preceding a longer period of separation. and on a semi related note, it took him quite some time to work up the courage to initiate your first kiss because he was petrified of messing up and making a fool of himself in front of you due to his own inexperience… and then when you finally did kiss for the first time his entire face was a darling shade of pink for a while afterwards (which, naturally, lilia teased him about relentlessly)

it’s very important to him that the people in his life approve of his relationship with you — especially if you aren’t of any fae heritage. of those in his life the ones whose opinions he values the most are malleus (of course), lilia (naturally), his grandfather, and his mother. his father’s approval holds significantly less weight in his eyes but he’d certainly appreciate it nonetheless, and he’s nowhere near as concerned about what silver or his siblings have to say about your relationship… though in the long-term it is going to be better for both of you if you at least try to remain on good terms with them, just for the sake of not making things awkward going forward if nothing else…

nine times out of ten sebek will just call you by your first name, especially in public and even in private, because that’s how he was raised to talk to others. however every now and again, and only when the two of you are alone, he might slip in the occasional term of endearment — and it’s always something more traditional and old fashioned, mostly in the ancient briaran tongue his grandfather taught him but sometimes in common (e.g. ‘my dear’ is a favourite of his)

sebek would sooner swallow glass that actually admit this outright — no matter how painfully obvious it may be to everyone around him — but he has a very prominent jealous streak, and it’s at its most blatant whenever he perceives you (or malleus, but that’s another point entirely) to be giving too much positive attention to another person instead of him… and sevens forbid that other person is silver because that (mainly one sided) rivalry has been ongoing since they were kids and seeing you show any even minor preference towards him might actually send sebek into an early grave

early on into your courtship he may or may not have gone to lilia for advice on how to be a good boyfriend for you. and while the former general has zero intention of ever letting sebek live the whole thing down, he did at the very least offer some very useful advice that sebek is still making good use of to this day

he is very insistent on training you to fight and will only go somewhat easy on you. after all, the aim is to ensure that you’re able to hold your own and protect yourself should you end up in a fight, and him treating you like you’re made of glass won’t do anything to help you improve. tough love all the way

the more time you spend together and the more familiar he becomes with your own personal tastes when it comes to the novels you prefer to read, the more frequently you’ll find him perusing his expansive collection of books to find some to lend or gift to you. and, rest assured, no matter how niche and specific your preferences may be sebek will find books to give to you — even if he has to go out and buy them for the express purpose of lending them to you. because, yes, he will go that far if he has to

it means the absolute world to him when to take the time to genuinely acknowledge and praise him for the efforts he’s making to improve himself as a knight, as a student, and as a boyfriend. though his appreciation for receiving words of affirmation should come as little surprise given how unsubtle he is about fishing for compliments when he does something particularly extraordinary…

sebek has a notoriously voracious appetite and as your boyfriend he is more than willing to eat your left overs or any part of your meals that you don’t like but couldn’t remove for whatever reason. kind of like a living garbage disposal, but far cuter and more easily flustered. and sevens help him if you actually go out of your way to cook for him — especially if you make his favourite food — because he may actually cry

he prides himself on his ability to take care of you — and that can mean everything from taking over the chores in your dorm every time he stays over, to carrying all of your bags for you as you go between classes or return home from shopping, to rearranging his usual morning routine to ensure he can always wake you up on time and walk you to your first lesson of the day, and much much more. it’s all very sweet, of course, but with sebek being sebek he can get a bit too into it all which is… well… something you’ll maybe have to bring up to him at some point. but, hey, you knew what you were getting into

and that’s not even to mention just how adorably (deafeningly) dramatic he can get whenever you happen to get sick or injured or just have a bad day while happening to already have a chronic condition. he’s very present and very intense about nursing you back to health, which is great, but he also somewhat acts like it’s somehow a moral failing of his as your boyfriend that you got hurt or fell ill on his watch… it’s a a lot to deal with, but it’s all done with the best of intentions so you usually just let him get it all out of his system

not to say that he isn’t always putting his all into every equestrian club get together or competition… but whenever he knows that you’re watching it’s clear to everyone in attendance that he tends to sit that bit straighter and speak that bit more intentionally, like he’s trying to show off for you. because, well, that’s exactly what he’s doing

[itsameaera]

Hallo :D

I absolutely love you Lizzie!Reader stuff and was wondering if you could do some hc of the Heartslabyul boys finding out about her!

Like she just shows up one day and goes "Hello, I'm Riddle's fiancé" (similar to how she introduces herself in the public school arc)

Please take your time and don't forget to drink plenty of water <3

(Can I be 🫀anon?)

【❝Since When Is The Housewarden Engaged!?❞】

【Synopsis: In which Heartslabyul is introduced to Riddled fiancée】

【Featuring: Riddle Rosehearts with special guest appearances from the rest of Heartslabyul】

【Tags: fem reader, Lizzie-coded reader, established relationship (reader and Riddle are engaged), fluff, crack, the boys seriously can’t believe Riddle has game lol, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】

【Word count: 0.7k】

【a/n: hello hello hello 🫀anon, as you henceforth shall be known! I’ve love this little series a lot, so I’m super glad you requested this! I’m actually not actually very familiar with the plot of Black Butler, so I had to do some research for this one! I hope this isn’t too ooc from how Lizzie is portrayed in canon and if it is, then you have my apologies. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and remember to stay hydrated yourself! (^_−)−☆】

【Part 1】 【Part 2】

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‧₊˚ ┊ When Riddle announced that a special guest would be joining them at the next unbirthday party, all of Heartslabyul was sent into a frenzy

‧₊˚ ┊ It's pretty rare that anyone outside of Heartslabyul — beside the perfect, of course — were invited to join in on the festivities, so in the days leading up to the event, the whole dorm was practically buzzing with whispers of who exactly this special guest would be

‧₊˚ ┊ In typical Adeuce fashion, the two first years — mainly Ace, Deuce was just along for the ride — tired and subsequently failed to get Riddle to spill the tea and tell them the identity of this special guest

‧₊˚ ┊ Cater did what he does best and did a deep dive on Magicam in an attempt to uncover this himself, but Riddle's practically nonexistent social media presence made that much more difficult than anticipated

‧₊˚ ┊ Unlike the others, Trey just minded his own damn business and focused on the arduous takes of preparing all the food for the unbirthday party (he's got 99 problems and figuring out who Riddle's guest isn't one of them)

‧₊˚ ┊ Thankfully, they don't have to wait too long to get their answers, but the three or so days without any answers were torture to say the least (Cater's dramatic ass was tweaking out the whole time lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ On the day of the unbirthday party, everyone is only talking about one thing and that's who today's special guest might be

‧₊˚ ┊ The rose gardens are clamoring with excitement for the reveal, which thankfully comes without too much of a wait

‧₊˚ ┊ The whole dorm goes deadly quiet upon your arrival, arm in arm with Riddle like it's the most natural thing in the world

‧₊˚ ┊ Literally no one can believe it, like this is a perception-altering event that changes the way everyone present views Riddle

‧₊˚ ┊ Deuce has to keep Ace from falling to his knees the second you walk into the gardens with Riddle bc the shock of their angry little Housewarden with a pretty girl on his arm shakes the poor first year to his core

‧₊˚ ┊ Cater, while socked, is also incredibly excited and happy for Riddle! He would post about this on Magicam, but he doubts Riddle would be all that happy about having his relationship publicized all over the internet

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey, as per usual, has the most normal reaction — he's happy for Riddle and hopes you guys are happy together

‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, you and Riddle are bombarded by a million different questions from literally everyone (yes, even 'Mr. Minds His Business' Trey throws a few questions your way lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ The question that gets asked the most — the one that will put to rest their suspicions about your relationship — is, obviously, "What are you two?"

‧₊˚ ┊ The literal first words you speak to any of Riddle's dorm members is: "I'm Riddle's fiancée!"

‧₊˚ ┊ Cue all of Heartslabyul erupting into pure chaos

‧₊˚ ┊ It was already shocking enough to everyone that Riddle might have had a girlfriend, but a fiancée is something else entirely

‧₊˚ ┊ This time, Ace really does fall to his knees and Deuce goes down with him

‧₊˚ ┊ How…? How can Riddle of all people literally be engaged to be married??

‧₊˚ ┊ While Ace is spiraling, Deuce is trying his best to bring the former back to earth, which doesn't prove to be of much use

‧₊˚ ┊ Cater immediately starts rambling about wedding plans and how he can totally call in a favor to some of his sponsors to hook you guys up with some nice wedding favors and stuff

‧₊˚ ┊ Trey is already thinking about wedding cake flavors, since he has no doubt that Riddle would ask him to make the cake for when you do eventually tie the knot

‧₊˚ ┊ After a few frenzied minutes of questions and chaos, Riddle calls for an end to all the hubbub so that the unbirthday party can commence

‧₊˚ ┊ In accordance with tradition, you're seated to the right of Riddle and given the first slice of the beautiful strawberry tart Trey prepared

‧₊˚ ┊ The questions and small talk still come, of course, but you handle it with a grace that Riddle can't help but admire

‧₊˚ ┊ In all honesty, Riddle was very hesitant to introduce you to his dorm mates, but things ended up turning out much better than he expected

‧₊˚ ┊ Unfortunately, revealing your relationship has opened Riddle up to a whole new category of teasing he previously wasn't subject to (Ace asks you to blink twice if you need help during croquet with Riddle right there next to you lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ Oh well, at least Riddle can shut Ace up by flexing his relationship with you now (imagine being called bitchless by Riddle Rosehearts of all people lol)

[yuusishi]

0213 and 0204 who were insanely chronically online in their human lives can’t stop laughing at the stupidest shit without knowing why and it pisses 5012 to no end.

Why are you laughing at 67. What is a steel ball run. Who the hell is Triple T. Stop your dawdling and get back to work.

[syoldei]

❝ STUPID CUPID ! ⋮ smau

💭: ig notes with minajael tealrajah

pairing. minajael tealrajah x gn! reader

warnings. smau, crackfic, since its an au its very much ooc, threats of violence, kys jokes, reader is prefect/yuu

a/n. i have always wanted to do an smau omg so like why not !! dw hes gonna have his own written fic .. some day..

[solchian]

smb should make a Rielle x Moana! reader 👀👀👀👀 I'm not good at writing AT ALL so I'll just list some examples

Like, Rielle wants to see the surface, reader wants to sail and explore the seas. They're both opposites.

Maybe that little boat wreck Moana goes through at the beginning happens to reader, and then naturally, Rielle's father is upset about it (like how in The Little Mermaid he gets angry at the shipwreck pollution).

Rielle is the one to take the reader to shore when they're unconscious, gaining an immediate crush on them. Then he blesses them with his beautiful voice ofc ofc

Reader is friends with the ocean, and obviously Rielle would be, too.

They show each other trinkets and seashells, reader maybe shows him all the family historical boats (I haven't watched the movie in a long while so idk).

But like ya you get it, I was listening to some Disney soundtracks and thought of this 🫰🥹

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

OH FUCK, I JUST HID THE GAME OVERLAYS AND I'VE LITERALLY FALLEN AND CAN'T GET UP FBKDNDKSKSN. HOW CAN HE LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL?!?! HE IS DOING THE HIP THING JUST LIKE AETHER?!?! I CAN'T, I'M SPONTANEOUSLY GOING TO COMBUST HFKSOJS

"Oh, boy. This isn't good." is one of the choices after seeing him the first time and yep, that sums up how I'm feeling 🫠

JDJSOSJSK, I-I... IMGONNAGOSTUDYNOWBYEEE

[fiirstloves]

0204 x reader (drabble) ♡

♡ — distracting always has one consequence.

you and 0204 were at the crane machine while he hugged you from behind. he had been begging you to help him win at least one prize from the machine, but he was making that very, very difficult right now.

"0213, hurry uuuppp~" god, his whine was grating right now, but the way he pulled you closer and pressed his face against your neck made you pause your unneeded breath for a second.

your hand twitched against the red button finally hovering over one of the plushies there. "if you'd let me focus, i would have gotten it for you already," you whispered back to him in a rushed voice.

and that little shit had the nerve to smile. you could feel it against your skin. "aw, do i really have that much affect on you?"

in anger you slammed down the button for the claw machine to grab at something and he was still going. "hopefully that wasn't your last coin. 5012 will kill us if he finds out we're late and we have nothing to show for it."

perhaps fate decided that he was in the wrong because the machine granted you your one wish. it grabbed at the plushie and pulled it up, slowly moving it until…

your face lit up as you cheered, "yes! i got it!"

"eh? no way." your fellow reaper looked up and then down. "no way! no fucking way! you have to be kidding me?" his voice raised several pitches in just a matter of seconds and you could feel him trying to bring you down with him as he started to fall backwards.

CRASH!

he would pay for that later but you had at least grabbed the penguin plushie before the two of you hit the ground. you managed to flip yourself in time so you landed directly on his chest, your smile this time around being wide. you could see his goofy face scrunched up in frustration as he whimpered, "0213, you did that on purpose! i thought we had something special?"

"it looks like you!" you lifted the penguin plushie up to his face— round, black, white, and yellow. "you two could be twins. it's got the same tearful eyes as you."

"s-shut up! i'll make sure you'll pay for that."

perhaps the two of you should have made it up and off the floor sooner. there were certain reapers who didn't appreciate the new trainees being late and only time could tell how dead you two were going to be… again.

but for now? for now, you thought you could be maybe a minute or two later than usual if it meant giving this penguin boy a taste of his own medicine.

divider @/toxicity-2003

[sleepingdeath-twst]

being in a polyamorous relationship with a female s/o who has a personality like rajah headcanons for jamil viper and kalim al-asim

or; how the most unlikely poly relationship in night raven college history somehow manages to stay healthy(ish)

featuring jamil viper, kalim al-asim and a female reader

requested by anonymous

see my pinned post or my scarabia masterlist

to get the obvious out of the way first, this relationship is going to be formed around a hinge dynamic with you at the centre. because while kalim has absolutely no problem with sharing a partner with jamil, and would be up to enter a romantic relationship with him as well, that is something that jamil wants absolutely zero part in for a variety of different reasons as he’s only in this dynamic because he wants to be with you. so… yeah… hinge

your intense protective streak is something that kalim barely even notices most days given how normalised such behaviour has been towards and around him his entire life, but it’s a side of you that jamil is extremely appreciative of. borderline flustered by, in fact, to the point where you’ve caught him flushed and half-hiding his face in his hood after you placed yourself firmly between him and a potential threat. largely because, unlike kalim, jamil has always been the one in the role of the protector so having you be so willing and determined to keep him safe… that is a very appreciated change, even if it takes him a while to get used to given his own habit of trying to keep you and kalim safe in turn

the intense loyalty you show towards them both is also another part of you that they adore, but to kalim that unconditional fierce loyalty and adoration is so much more meaningful than he’ll ever be able to put into words. though that almost goes without saying given how rare it has been throughout his life for anyone to see and appreciate and treat him as just kalim instead of the rich heir to a merchant family… so you being willing and insistent on standing by him and loving him for him, not for his family or what he can give you, is quite possibly the side of you that he’s the most appreciative of. not to say that he doesn’t love every part of you! because he does! it’s just… this part hits different, that’s all

outside of your relationship with the housewarden and vice of scarabia you may be well known for your more aggressive temperament, more reminiscent of a furious big cat than a young woman, but the second you see your boyfriends you almost become a kitten — docile, sweet, loving, and gentle in ways your classmates would otherwise have not thought possible for you. and the switch up is so blatant and sudden that it would be hard for others to believe that the person currently snuggling into kalim’s side and playing with jamil’s braids is the same girl that was just easily putting a guy twice your size in his place if they hadn’t literally watched the temperament change happen in real time

and it’s clear as day to anyone who knows him well enough that jamil is immensely smug about the blatant preferential treatment you give to him (and kalim too) and that he finds the reactions of others to be very amusing whenever they see you almost immediately switch between fierce aggression and being all soft and sweet and affectionate the second one of your boyfriends gets close to you. of course he does generally have a perfect poker face and most people can’t exactly tell how much he preens under your favouritism, but to you it’s both clear as day and very endearing

kalim, meanwhile, is much more obvious about how funny and cute he finds your unabashed favouritism to be — all broad sunshine grins, outstretched arms, and contagious giggles while he alternates between telling you how much he missed you and lightheartedly scolding you about being mean to your classmates on his behalf or otherwise. though don’t let his half-hearted discouragement fool you because he really doesn’t care what you do as long as you’re not taking things too far… he may be a part of the ‘facepalm brigade’ but he knew what he was getting into when he started dating you and he’s not so blind as you miss how obviously you switch up, he just finds it too amusing to stop

for as much as both of your boyfriends adore you, and for as much as you adore them in return, there are a lot of complicating factors surrounding your relationship that necessitate keeping things under wraps. or, more specifically, that necessitate kalim being your only public partner while your involvement with jamil remains secret — the reasons behind which circle back to their original dynamic of master and servant and how kalim sharing a lover with jamil would negatively impact both of their family’s reputations. it’s an awful situation all around and one that you hope to resolve after kalim becomes the next family head and is able to offer more protection to jamil, but until then the secrecy is something of a necessary evil

naturally this dynamic has led to quite a lot of jealousy from jamil’s point of view. towards kalim, towards his circumstances, but not towards you given how far you go when you’re with him to show him that you adore him just as fiercely and loyally as you do your other boyfriend irrespective of your current circumstances. and that’s going to lead to a lot of arguments and resentment, but with enough time and patience and therapy the three of you will be able to overcome it… emphasis on time, though, as this will be a slow process

because of jamil’s role as kalim’s primary servant and body guard the three of you are able to get away with spending a lot of quality time together — though the time you and kalim get alone is far more limited as jamil pretty much always has to be there (and for as much as he hates being the third wheel with his own girlfriend he does derive some joy from interrupting some of your moments with kalim for his own private amusement), while jamil has no such restriction and as long as you stay away from prying eyes the two of you are able to spend as much time alone as you want

kalim is much more casually affectionate and clingy with you, reciprocating every single time you reach out for him and unashamedly delighting every time you reach out for him after snubbing someone else (favouritism). jamil, meanwhile, prefers to avoid pda for the most part and keeps his touches more minimal while still staking his claim over you in his own more subtle way — while also not fighting you when you reach for him right after brushing someone else off… even if he does offer some token complaints in order to somewhat save face

while they both use a lot of traditional pet names with you, kalim has been known to occasionally call you something a bit more cutesy and teasing that calls back to your almost cat-like nature. usually some variation of the actual word ‘cat’ or ‘kitten’ either in common or in his native tongue… jamil, however, isn’t so inclined and stilato his usual pet names even when he’s making fun of you for tearing some guy’s clothes up in a fit of righteous fury

[accffbusy]

Now playing : Walk thru ~Cuban doll

Tags : lowk you can read majority of these platonically, some of these jokes r outdated ashh, slight malleyuu, yuu keeps referencing their world's humor and no one gets it, corny asf, terribly ooc, all jokes are light-headed fun don't jump me, yuu deadass jst hooting and hollering, swearing,

I jst wanna post more twst so LIKEEEE jst ignore how corny ts is for the comedy (BARSSS)

[kurapikapikachuu]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ three's a crowd!

poly!relationship texts with genshin men

characters/pairings included: Alhaitham/Kaveh, Ayato/Thoma, Cyno/Tighnari, Dahlia/Venti, Illuga/Flins, Kazuha/Wanderer, Neuvillette/Wriothesley

warnings!! suggestive content ahead!!

chuu's note: enjoy lovelies~ (pretty pls ignore the spelling mistakes ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

Illuga & Flins

Alhaitham & Kaveh

Cyno & Tighnari

Dahlia & Venti

Kazuha & Wanderer

Thoma & Ayato

Wriothesley & Neuvillette

© kurapikapikachuu | Please do not feed any of my work into AI. Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3 lots of love, chuu!

my ao3 & ko-fi !!!

[casp1an-sea]

Spoilers for Book 8 of TWST

Because of Rielle’s recent design reveal I decided to finally draw one of my TWST OCs I based on Ariel’s siblings.

(I actually do have one for each but that’s a lot to draw so just one for now)

Prince Alabaster Corallia

Based on Arista from the little mermaid

Trans Male, He/Him (Gay? Bisexual? I keep going back and fourth)

Species: Merman

Dorm: Marinafinne, RSA

Grade: Junior

Birthday: June 8th

Age: 18

Height: 5’5”/165 cm

Dominant Hand: Left

Homeland: Coral Sea

Club: Band, plays Horn (used to do choir but decided not to join when starting at RSA)

Best Subject: Music

Hobbies: Exploring, Going out with friends, going to Jazz clubs

Pet Peves: Aaliyah taking back her stuff he “borrows” from her

Favorite Food: Sea Sponge Swirl (coral sea equivalent of cotton candy)

Least Favorite food: Crackers, they’re dry and get mushy when wet

Talent: Singing

Unique Magic: WIP

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I really don’t like this uniform, but I tried to make it fun

Random Facts

his tail is red with rose colored fins

Alabaster is the 5th mer sibling, being younger than Atlas, Antoinette, Allegra, and Aaliyah, but older than Aria and Rielle

He is constantly “borrowing” Aaliyah’s things. Most notably her plushy seahorse Mr. Fuzzy Finkles wich they have kind of turned into a game.

out of his siblings Alabaster is closest to Aaliyah and Rielle.

Alabaster is the only one of the mer siblings to have a close sibling relationship with Rielle.

Alabaster is very similar in personality to Rielle but slightly more reserved and cautious because due to their father’s favoritism he often gets in trouble when Rielle doesn’t.

Alabaster is part of (Twst equiv of Sebastian)’s jazz band back home in the coral sea

Alabaster likes singing but doesn’t like choir. He only ever did it because everyone else did and his dad liked it (bro has major daddy issues)

Alabaster really enjoys both the land and the sea and keeps going back and fourth on where he’ll stay after school

Alabaster knows Azul and the Tweels from elementary but didn’t know them very well at the time, aside from Aria having a crush on Floyd, and having to tell other kids (including Aria) to stop talking about Azul behind his back

Random fact about me, I got to play Arista in a production of little mermaid. She’s always been my fav

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Siblings

Crown Prince Atlas Corallia, 27

Princess Antoinette “Anna” Corallia, 26

Princess Allegra Corallia, 24

Princess Aaliyah “Allie” Corallia, 19

Princess Aria Corallia, 17

Prince Rielle Corallia, 17?

Picrew: Sushicore!

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Tag List:

(I for some reason forgot to list TWST in my most recent tag list update so I used the old twst tag list. If you’d like to be removed or added let me know)

@mikaazune @edith-is-a-cat @xen-blank @xryptik @halosorbit @rommonoch @kira-mortham

[solchian]

Here you go !!! I really enjoyed drawing him, and this is my first time drawing someone's oc, besides my own :))

(also I like your artstyle hehe)

Notes (bc I yap):

I didn't really know what the hair pin was, so sorry if I got it wrong!

I'm not good at taking photos of sketchbook art so sorry if the angle is ass 😭😭

I know he doesn't have pink hair lights in his hair, I just added them for fun, like how the new TWST art (anime, promotions) add blue or other colors to the tips of the characters hair.

Was gonna do full body tsum but I lwk can't do that.. 🥹

Added Mr. Fuzzy Finkles ofc ofc

[squirrelioo]

TWST!NALA IS THE TYPE OF GUY TO…

𝐚/𝐧 : listen, LISTEN, i know i said i wasn’t gonna write for him but then i got heavily inspired and caved. i hope you enjoy this, precious person who has been asking about him! also let me know your guys’s opinions on my characterization and if you’d like to see more of twst!nala from me! :)

twst!nala is the type of guy to… be very prideful of your relationship. bragging on you has become a normalcy to him since you began dating, and he has no intentions of stopping soon. whether it be how you dress, how you talk, or what you make — he is offering sweet praises when the topic of you gets brought up. though, he isn’t shy to chuckle a little when a silly occurrence gets brought up about you either.

twst!nala is the type of guy to… make sure you eat first before he digs into his own meal. your health and safety are two of the most important things to him, so he wants to make sure you eat properly and well. he loves to watch you enjoy your food as well, it brings a smile to his face seeing that your cared for and having a good time. though, if you do want more food, he is more than happy to offer you part of his own. it’s the nurturing soul in him.

twst!nala is the type of guy to… nuzzle deeply into your neck when you cuddle. a great show of trust can be seen when he chooses to nuzzle deep into your neck, especially when he releases a long sigh or hum against your skin. it is a relief when he gets to relax and relish in your comforting presence, simultaneously marking you as his beloved.

twst!nala is the type of guy to… be the most loyal partner to you. once you’ve earned his trust, there is no going back. this beastman will defend you to the very end, and make sure you remain unharmed for as long as you’re with him. the sight of you being hurt breaks his heart, so he will always do his best to prevent the worst from happening to you.

twst!nala is the type of guy to… play fight with you. you’ll be having a rough day, and in an attempt to lift your spirits, he will pounce on you and give your sides a tickle. while you giggle, trying desperately to wriggle yourself out of his arms — his eyes will be directly trained on yours and your facial expressions. your smiles are the most precious thing to him, they practically make his heart stop beating with how much joy fills his heart. he’d do just about anything to keep that gorgeous smile on your face.

twst!nala is the type of guy to… be very playful and find joy in teasing you; lightly, of course. he is never too harsh with his teases, only enough to leave you slightly riled up. he does, however, love to randomly press a kiss to your skin then return to whatever task he was in the middle of before you can utter a word to him about it. (he knows exactly what he’s doing)

twst!nala is the type of guy to… give you soft bites when he feels his most loved. similarly to your average house cat, this big cat will give you a light bite to your wrist when you pet his ears a little too much. yet, when you are casually resting next to each other or he’s laying in your lap, he will silently bring your hand to his lips and take a little nibble. the gasp of shock that leaves you elicits a snort out of him, he’s just showing you love a little differently than most!

twst!nala is the type of guy to… encourage you all he can so you can become your best self. he is your number one fan, your number one believer, and your number one supporter. if you feel unsure of something, then he will always be there to help push you to break the mundanity in your life and reach to even better things. and he will be by your side every step of the way.

twst!nala is the type of guy to… absolutely hate swimming, but would absolutely take a dip if it made you happy. he always complains that the water is too hot or too cold, that it will ruin his hair and make him feel soggy for the rest of the day. but, you somehow have a certain power of persuasion to get him in the water. and for a moment, he will actually kind of start to enjoy it. just don’t splash him too harshly, or hell will be rained upon you.

twst!nala is the type of guy to… only allow you to be the one who braids his long, luscious hair. his mane is so well maintained you’d think you were touching a cloud, and he takes great pride in the quality of his hair. hence, this is why he only allows his most trusted one to carefully and gently weave his hair into one long braid that reaches even below his thighs. while he can certainly perform the task himself, he finds that he enjoys and prefers when your nimble fingers are the ones putting such love and effort into making him look pretty.

@𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨 ° ༄.ೃ࿔ - please do not plagiarize my works.