At first, Belo believed his Goddess was just really affectionate physically. She frequently cuddled up to him, burying her face in his chest, or absentmindedly stroking whatever area of his body wasn't covering his soft fur, sighing happily as her hand moved. However, every time she's had a friend over, they'd hug briefly, then… hang out on opposite ends of the couch. Between the short greeting hugs, there was little to no physical contact.
…Does his Goddess only enjoy touching… him?
(while not exactly touch-averse, the Goddess in question just generally prefers to have her own space and tends to show affection in different ways. excluding Belo, obviously. his fur is so SOFT and COMFORTING to touch, it feels like her heart will explode from PURE JOY)
[Adorable! I like this. Fem reader.]
He's always thought he was unworthy of such attention.
Powers like him are only meant to guard and fight for their Lords and Ladies. It's not even their job to worship, not to the extent of other casts, but Belo still likes to think he can perform decently in that field... His kind isn't meant to be showered in attention and rewards, they're taught not to expect such for simply executing their duties.
Yet, since shortly after Belo found his place at your service, you've done nothing if not treat him with endless kindless, endless love.
Part of him had wanted to caution you that touching him is beneath your status. That he didn't deserve it.
Hardly ever would those words manifest, because Belo simply couldn't stop himself from enjoying it. He'd hate himself if he said something that made you truly not touch him anymore.
He's always wondered why you did it.
There's no doubt you enjoy the feeling of his fur. He's memorized the way you like to lace your fingers on the tufts that warm his chest, the way you'll slide from the top of his wings to his arms, leaning onto him just so you can feel more of it. Belo often forgets he tends to lean during those encounters, chases after the hand that pets him, forgetting who he's meant to be and who he's in front of. There's no way to describe the way his heart hammers behind his ribcage, how his eyes will flicker everywhere and he tenses all over -Puffing out that fur you seem to love- before he's floating in his own Eden.
Do you like to touch Belo simply because he's, as you put it, "fluffy"? Do you enjoy touching him because you seek to reward him? Do you touch him because you think he should be the only one who gets to receive that privilege?
Selfishly, he silently wishes you'd touch him more. Many, unfortunately, were the times Belo would get distracted throughout the day, daydreaming of you running your hands all over him, unhindered by his outfit, feeling everything everywhere just because you could, because he's your angel and his body is also yours to keep, to order. The blood in his body would rush elsewhere and the celestial would curve to hide his own shame, even as it continued to throb and demand attention until he succumbed.
Pervertedly, Belo did such an experiment once. He dressed casually. It felt wrong, felt inappropriate to present in such a relaxed manner around the most important figure in his life... But you had expressed delight in his supposed drive to adapt a little bit more, so the guilt was ever so slightly lessened.
That day, there was hardly a limit to your boldness. He remembers you embracing him from behind, arms coming forward to squeeze at his chest and rubbing the soft clumps over his abdomen. The knee-length sports shorts he picked were pushed down slightly. Belo had done it on purpose, and it yielded results. You had, perhaps in distraction, perhaps knowingly, massaged the fur-dense spot right above his slit. The angel couldn't breathe in that moment, he feared he might even collapse if your digits wondered just a tiny bit further. He knew that he would react shamefully but the notion wasn't strong enough to make him prevent such.
He was ready to be punished, if it meant having this small guilty pleasure.
Your phone, that blasted electrical contraption that you love so dearly, rang so jarringly loud in that exact moment that Belo nearly yelped. Your hands were off his overheated body in a blink, and the interaction ceased there, with his Lady none the wiser to the state she left him in.
He could barely feel a shred of indignity for the way disappointment radiated off him in thick waves.
Belo hasn't had the courage to try that again, though it's more than safe to say the memory is engraved in the forefront of his mind.
It got him to... Think about you.
Your actions, your behavior around others.
It's not often you allow people into your sanctuary anymore. Belo insists that you shouldn't invite those beneath you into such close quarters. This ground is pure and protected for the sake of your well-being, to allow ignorant outsiders to disrespect and desecrate this location is an act of self-harm the power will simply not stand by!
Yet still, his Lady's word is final on a lot of matters. There is faith in some people, who you see as good and deserving of your holy presence. The celestial sees naught but lessers in delusion of your supposed "normalcy", but if you believe these individuals are somewhat excusable, then he'll try to see things through your eyes.
You've always tended to keep your distance from them. Not emotionally, physically. This was something Belo was initially quite relieved by, he didn't have to warn you not to put yourself in such unsightly positions. Just the thought made him itch in an unnatural way...
Now though, he wonders why, if you're aware of the distance you should keep from others, you still choose to touch him frequently? Belo is still beneath the honor of such, yet never once do you hold the hands of the people you invite, refuse their embraces, look uncomfortable at the slightest unintentional brush... In contrast, you appear to be greatly comforted by the sensation of his physique.
He freezes, mind running so wild with possibilities that the angel's fingers tremble.
You have clearly made a choice.
There's no one you'd ever like to touch, except Belo.
In your eyes, in your actions, in your mind, he's the only one worthy enough.
He's the only one who can reach your standards!
You only need contact from him.
Belo understands now.
He feels his chest tighten with delight, feels weightless for a second, the rush of euphoria clawing its way up his spine makes his wings flutter and he emits some sort of noise entirely undignified of his cast.
He remained in a state of barely concealed hysteria until you arrived home that day.
For once in his life, he commits something unthinkable.
" Welcome back, my Lady. "
He greets when you step through the door. Instead of standing by your side as he typically does, the angel crowds you, ruffled and tense. You don't get to answer before Belo summons the courage to reach out, to ghost his hands across your soft face and ever so gently, so carefully -like you'd shun him forever otherwise- embrace you in a comforting hug.
He feels as if he broke a thousand rules in one moment alone, but it was worth it.
question about the ending where the mc belongs to hemlock: it's described how they (the mc) stop caring about their life before meeting hemlock while they're 'hanging out' at the fae's quiet place (by hanging out, i mean having mindblowing sex)
how much exactly does the mc stop caring? if, for example, they had a passion for art or music before, do they still retain that? do they still have memories of people they used to know? or is their whole being now focused on the one who owns them?
MC still retains their interests and personality, it’s mostly a position of mutual devotion! Since MC has, at that point, partaken in Fae Gifts or has given Hemlock their name, by rules of fairy etiquette they’re indebted to or belong to Hemlock. Since Hemlock is a lovely yandere, though, MC is likely not looking at eventual freedom. Hemlock would make sure of that.
Hemlock wasn’t lying when they said they’re scouting for someone to work for their boss, who is the Queen of the Summer Court. Once MC is devoted to Hemlock, they fill this role of mercenary on behalf of the Summer Queen. But despite their commitment to this duty, they still have all the parts of them that make them unique! MC would be fully coherent and able to make decisions contradictory to what the court or Hemlock wants, but… they probably wouldn’t want to. 💛
AAAA thank you so much!! I'm still figuring out how I like to draw everyone but honestly I'm just really happy that people are enjoying my silly drawings!
Everyone was shocked to see you stumble into Scarabia's dormitory, sobbing and wailing heavily.
It was a rare sight to behold, some people were panicking, not knowing how to handle such outburst of emotions from a person that was mostly a stranger to them, some people ran off to inform the dorm leader and the vice-leader to handle such kind of things as every other dorm member seemed way too overwhelmed with the situation, not exactly knowing what to do to help or make things better.
When Kalim heard about the commotion he asked Jamil to please prepare one of the study rooms and make it comfy before hurrying out and shoo everyone away from you, pulling you into a tight embrace the moment he could.
His arms were wrapped around you tightly, one hand was gently caressing the back of your head as he let you cry into his shoulder.
Your hot tears were being greedily soaked up by the fabric of Kalim's uniform but little did he care right now, there were way more important things at hand right now.
Not knowing how bad were were feeling and now sure if it was fine to just pick you off the ground and carry you the hopefully prepared safe-space, he pulled his head away from you to ask in a whisper if he was allowed to take you away.
The moment you nodded he told you to hold on tight and easily lifted you off the ground, still holding you close to his chest.
It was then that Jamil just returned to let Kalim know that the room has been fully prepared, that tea has been brewed and different kinds of comfort snacks were ready for consumption.
"Let's go and make sure you'll feel better soon, all right?"
He then carried you off, hopefully to safety, to provide any care you needed and whatever he was able to provide.
(spoiler ch 5 end) basically, ppl are mad bc rook voted for rsa instead of nrc. so mad, in fact, that both toboso and rook's va have gotten death threats. which is dumb and stupid and childish. from the very beginning, everyone knew rook was gonna 'betray' vil and when it did happen, these lil bitches went surprised pikachu face and started sending death threats to ppl just doing their job.
rant below the cut because the only thing that burns brighter than my hatred for antis is my love for yana toboso;
I’m focusing more on the people whining in the tags than the death threats, just because I haven’t seen any evidence they,,, exist, just yet, but I seriously don’t know what game people think they’re playing. One of the most prominent themes in twst is not taking your feelings out on the people around you, even if life is unfair and everything sucks. Sure, Leona’s frustration is justified, but his attempt to maim/kill dozens of people isn’t. We know why Riddle’s so intent on following the rules down to the letter, but we also realize it’s wrong to try to force the same behavior onto his dorm through totalitarian force. Jamil has every reason to be angry, he should get to view the preferential treatment Kalim gets as unfair because it is, but he can’t take that out on Kalim. It won’t make anything better, and Kalim just isn't at the root of this problem.
The same thing goes for Vil. He polished his performance, he practiced, and his routine was, objectively, better. But Neige tried to give people a performance they’d enjoy, one they’d be able to participate in and relate to. Vil doesn’t get to commit actual murder because people prefer nostalgia to perfection, and I think Rook’s choice was supposed to represent that, narratively speaking. He should still strive to better himself and get rid of that ‘they hate me because I’m so much better than them’ mindset. Vil didn’t win, and while it could be argued that NRC deserved to, they didn’t. It definitely feels more personal because it came down to Rook’s vote, but Vil said it himself - he wanted his team to vote genuinely. Rook still felt that Neige had the more appealing performance, and while Vil’s definitely toned it down, he still has a lot of bridges to rebuild. He still has progress to make. Overblots are supposed to be start of character arcs, and although they function as conclusions for us, they don’t in-universe.
In conclusion - some people have yet to realize how lovable Yana Toboso can make objectively awful characters. They fucked around and caught feelings. So did I, technically, but I like to hear myself talk.
