#sangria x reader

[mellowmageglitch]

[eliasmelodi]

PART 2!

Tag: Evelyn x f! reader, Richard x f!reader, Sangria x f!reader, Ithaqua x f!reader, maid reader

Warning: grammar & spelling

INTRO:

The manor loomed in the distance, its silhouette hidden by thick mist. Occasionally, events would unfold within its walls, an enigma that few could comprehend. To survivors, they were a cruel mockery; to hunters, it was nothing more than a meaningless occurrence. Yet, no one understood the manor’s logic. All they could do was follow, drawn by its unrelenting pull.

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Faro lady - Evelyn Mora

She notices your gaze on her dress and can't help but smirk. Evelyn is aware of her own beauty and how it affects others. In the past, she used it for her own advantage in high society, gaining trust and maneuvering through social circles. So it's not surprising that she finds your reaction amusing.

But still, a compliment is a compliment, and she is eager to accept every bit of it.

"Ah, you have a good eye for beauty. I have to admit, I do look quite captivating in red, don't I?" She said before you could even utter a word. With a small twirl, she let the skirt of the dress flutter slightly. The fabric clung to her figure, accentuating her slender waist and curves, as she basked in the attention.

You blush and nod shyly, barely managing to whisper.

"Oh~ Don't be jealous, sweetheart. I'm sure we can find something more fitting for you" Evelyn cooed, lifting your chin with a soft touch.

You blinked at her, puzzled. "...Me?"

She gives you a sweet smile, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. "Yes, you."

She steps closer, her voice smooth and velvety. "You're quite an adorable maid, aren't you. Running around helping with the festival. I bet you'd look stunning in the proper attire."

"... For what?" You ask, still confused, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

She hums softly, a playful glint in her eyes.

"My little assistant, hun." She replies dramatically, her hand fluttering as though she’s performing on stage. “I need someone to hold my things, make sure my dress stays perfect, and attend to any little details that might distract me from enjoying myself.”

Her tone is playful, but the way she looks at you makes it clear that there's no escaping this role she's crafted for you. "Of course, I’ll make sure you're treated well, fine clothes, special privileges for your... help today."

"How?" you ask warily, suspicion creeping into your voice. There's no way she knows the manor's rules for maids... does she?

"I have my ways." She replies, a sly smile playing on her lips.

You sigh, resigned, know there's no escaping it now. But you're still not entirely sure about this. It's all so new to you, and the rewards don’t exactly sound tempting enough to outweigh the uncertainty.

Evelyn's smile widens as she adds, "And no tomorrow’s chores."

“Deal.”

Knight - Richard Sterling

He chuckled as he noticed the expression on your face. "Ah, you seem a bit disappointed to see me."

"Go away." You say, turning your back on him.

His smirk grows as he takes a step closer, invading your space. "No need to be so rude."

"I'm busy. So, if you don’t mind, I’m really not interested in anything you have to say."

He leans in even closer, his face mere inches from yours, his smirk never faltering, clearly relishing the subtle irritation in your eyes.

"Careful." He murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "I could easily silence that sharp tongue of yours, you know? After all… a damsel in distress shouldn’t be so harsh on her knight."

"I am not a—" you start, but before you can finish, he cuts you off with a teasing glance.

He brings a hand to your waist, his touch surprisingly gentle as he steadies you. "Oh, you're not a damsel in distress, huh?"

He responds mockingly, his smirk still on his face. "Then what are you, darling? Just a pretty maid, lost in this manor, with no one to protect her, no one to take care of her?”

His words drip with mockery, and a sharp memory surfaces, the time you’d slipped out of your duties, avoiding the long, pointless task the manor had assigned you. It wasn’t like anyone knew, except for him. The weight of his knowing gaze lingers as his smirk deepens, a challenge in his eyes.

You narrow your eyes, suspicion creeping in. "What do you want?"

Leaning in, his gaze fixed on yours, full of mockery and challenge.

"What do I want, you ask?" His dry chuckle lingers in the air as his smirk widens, his voice lowering, dark and deliberate.

"You, darling. I want you… "

A cold shiver runs down your spine as his words hang in the air. His dark, dangerous eyes lock onto yours with a predatory intensity, as if they’re searching for something deep within you. You swallow hard, the unease settling in your chest as his gaze holds you captive.

"... to accompany me tonight."

And suddenly, it's gone. The weight of his gaze lifts, and the tension in the air fades, leaving you breathless and confused.

"What?"

"Tonight, 8 o'clock. I would like to see the color white on you." His smirk returns, lips curling as he steps back, his voice smooth and teasing.

You stand there, feeling the weight of his words lingering in the air long after he's gone.

"...But I don't have any white—Ugh"

Maybe Vera will have some spare for you.

Opera singer - Sangria

She quietly observes, refrain from darkening the atmosphere for those who wish to celebrate.

The unease in her eyes betrays her calm exterior. It's been a while since she's sung, and she’s torn between feeling honored and anxious when being invited. The weight of the moment seems heavy on her shoulders even though it's just a small event.

"You look nervous”

Sangria glances down at the small frame of the manor maid, her gaze lingering for a moment.

Sangria's eyes soften slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. "It's been so long, I'm not sure I'm ready" She admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even though this stage is smaller than the one in my hometown"

Your face brightened slightly. "You've performed elsewhere before? I mean, of course you have. Your title is opera singer, after all."

You couldn't help but blush, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Sorry, I've never met an opera singer before. Hence, I've never watched opera."

Sangria raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Really?" she asked, her tone gentle. "Not even once?"

You shook your head, a bit sheepish. "Unfortunately, I always thought it was... too formal or something. Like, I wouldn't fit in."

She laughed softly, a warm, reassuring sound. "Opera may appear daunting at first glance, but once you immerse yourself in it, you'll find it far more intimate than most presume. It’s not about conforming; it’s about surrendering to the music, allowing the emotions to consume you."

Sangria caught herself rambling and cleared her throat. She give you a sheepish smile. "I tend to get a bit carried away when it comes to... this."

You chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. "It’s okay. I mean, if I had a passion like that, I’d probably do the same."

She laughed, her eyes softening. "It’s not just a passion, it was my life. But I suppose everyone has their own thing that makes them feel alive, right?"

You smile softly, taking in her words. The silence stretches for a few moments, both of you lost in the quiet. Then, her name is called. Just before leaving, she turns back to you.

She glances over her shoulder with a playful smile, her eyes locking with yours. "Say, I would love a glass of champagne after my show."

You bow slightly. "Right away, ma’am."

Her smile deepens, and with a final glance, she turns toward the stage.

You hadn’t expected her to be so friendly. Maybe not all hunters are as intimidating as they seem. Some just need the right person to see their true side.

Night Watch - Ithaqua

The hunter is currently standing on the balcony of one of the manor's many luxurious rooms, his hand gently gripped around the railing that lines the balcony's edge. His gaze is fixed on the garden below, which is currently bathed in intense light. It hurts his eyes, not used to so much color.

He lets out a low sigh before glancing at the door that leads into the room behind him. He really didn't appreciate the amount of people that would be present in the manor this time.

Ithaqua’s eyes scan you, lingering on every detail of your figure. The intensity of his gaze sharpens with each passing second. Then, a smirk curls on his lips as realization hits.

"Well, if it isn’t the little mouse" He says with a teasing edge.

You sigh, already knowing what’s coming. "Can you stop calling me that?"

"Why would I?" He replies with a shrug, his tone playful yet laced with something darker.

You roll your eyes, frustration bubbling up. "It’s childish. I’m not some helpless thing for you to toy with."

Ithaqua’s grin spreads wider, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone.

"Always scurrying around, cleaning the corners of the manor."

"… Me?" You reply, raising an eyebrow, but his unwavering gaze locks onto you.

"Yes" He answers, the word dripping with amusement.

"Sneaking around at night"

"… It’s my duty to check the hallways" You say, a hint of defensiveness creeping in.

"Small" He muses, his lips curling at the corners. His voice is almost a purr.

"Hey" You snap, stepping back slightly, irritated.

His voice drops to a whisper, too soft, too intimate, as though he’s speaking directly into your ear. "A mouse."

You groan in frustration, crossing your arms tightly. No matter what you say, he just won’t stop. You sigh, knowing he won’t relent. It’s almost like he enjoys getting under your skin. His smirk only grows, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

You tap your shoes impatiently, not even bothering to look at him. His gaze still burns into you, unwavering and unrelenting.

After a long silence, he picks up a chocolate, studying it for a moment before his smirk returns. With a casual motion, he extends the piece toward you.

"Here" he says, the teasing still present in his voice. "A treat for my little mouse."

"... Mouse doesn't eat chocolate" You mutter, your tone pointed.

Ithaqua’s smirk only deepens, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "So you admit you're one?"

"..."

":)"

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Source: idea from “"IDV x The Chara cafe collaboration" (None of the pictures are mine)

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you. (Part 2)

hello hello! here is part 2 as promised. there are less characters than I hoped to write, but in exchange each blurb is a little longer than pt.1 !

part 1 can be found here

🦌🪼🤡🦎🪞🤕🕯️🎭

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🦌 Bane rubs his chin, tracing his memory. "Hm... Indeed, I'm familiar with that name. I'd suppose that's someone I knew when I worked for the DeRosses." He crosses his arms with a low, contemplative grunt, as if struggling to remember anything else. "I'd need a photograph." I happen to have a couple on hand, and he takes them gently. A long period of silence follows. After leafing through the photos for some time, he says: "I remember. They were always talking about marriage." With you? "Mm. I was never interested, but I never said no. Eventually I made them a ring from a scrap of iron. I hoped they'd stop visiting me if I satisfied them... It's too dangerous to come to the forest everyday." Then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a ring of his own. "In exchange, they gave one back." He's been cherishing it all this time, even when he'd forgotten its origin.

🪼 Ivy - "I'm no stranger to feeling like I'm missing my other half, you know. That sense of loss is one of the only constants I have left. (Y/N) fills my emptiness, and without them it increases twofold." I open my mouth to ask, Do you think you could be soulmates? but then my eyes dart to the Yithian and I realize my mistake. Sorry, was that insensitive? Ivy is not amused with my implication that she might be interested in claiming (Y/N)'s soul. "My dear interviewer, I am a scholar, not a monster. Whatever you're insinuating, you're gravely mistaken."

🤡 Joker's face suddenly hardens, in spite of the fragile, twiddling-thumbs demeanor he'd shown me thus far. His hands ball into shaking fists and his lips purse, as if he's psyching himself up for a fight. Are you okay? I ask, preemptively guarding myself with my clipboard. Tears brim his eyes and the strength falls from his shoulders. He mutters out, "All I wanted was to be their sword and shield, their angel of light, and they left me out of my mind. Hahaha... Wanna know the biggest joke of all? I'd let them drive me crazy all over again."

🦎 Luchino's mouth stretches into a lazy grin. "That one's a cutie, eh? Had the pleasure of meeting them yet?" I shake my head, reminding him that (Y/N) is the focus of my current investigation. I guess his laidback attitude fooled me into saying too much. He promptly straightens his back, the smile fading. "Yeah... Yeah, from one researcher to another, I get the intrigue," he says. "But I can't say I fancy another guy using my love as a test subject."

🪞 Mary - "Do you take pleasure in nosing around a lady's private affairs? I'd expect more tact, even for an interviewer." The chill in her tone startles me. I sputter out something in my defense, but Mary huffs and waves me into silence. "(Y/N) is enjoying the privilege of being my right-hand. They're my favorite one so far, too. I dismissed the others without a second thought."

🤕 Naib - "On good terms." Wringing out any insightful answers from this man is tougher than I thought. In hopes of inspiring more of a reaction, I tell a small lie: When I interviewed (Y/N), they described a rather colorful affection for you... Almost immediately, Naib breaks eye contact and crosses his arms. But I still only get a guttural "Hm." in response. Can you confirm if this is true? I press. His answer is, once again, a curt "Hm." (Slightly more affirmative, I would say).

🕯️ Philippe - "My work has always stood as a testament to my love," he caresses the wax figure grafted onto his shoulder, "but shielding someone in life is a far greater challenge than honoring my losses. My worries are endless." Suddenly reminded of his sister's tragedy, I offer a sympathetic smile. Do you believe (Y/N) is in danger? Philippe returns my smile, though I can't make out the intent. "Of course. Evil lurks around every corner. At the very least, it won't reach them while I'm around."

🎭 Sangria - A fond smile graces her face as she recounts her memory. "It was clear to me after some time that I had disastrously entranced them." Then she adds, lightly, "I hadn't meant to, of course. At the time, I thought, I'm not looking for love—no, I'd had enough of it all—but soon, their smile would appear in my mind every time I sang. When someone gives you that much inspiration? You'd be a fool to let them go." She has a playful tone of voice, but I can tell (Y/N) means a great deal to her.

[magknightidv]

I NEED TO STOP DISAPPEARING ISTG

Um any Idv characters x reader ideas, even if its just little prompts..

Characters I'd mainly like to write for even just a little (to ease myself back into writing) is:

Norton Campbell (literally my fav)

Fools Gold (ik hes norton but yk same applies)

Ithaqua

Sangria (MOTHER 😍)

Emil Mesmer

Ada Mesmer (they can be separate or together)

Orpheus (not the bird though, sorry not in the right headspace for him)

And lucky guy (i think hes silly :])

[mellowmageglitch]

[rosemaze-reveries]

thinking about the "i love you" game again 😮‍💨 (spits out blood (2 people take turns saying ily ; whoever gets embarrassed first loses)

Sangria starts with something like "You don't need a game to trick me into saying I love you," but contemplates it a little longer & decides you're not-so-subtly fishing for (or lacking?) a little bit of affection. So she'd curl a hand around your cheek & reel you close enough to feel her breath on your lips, saying: "Come, little lovebird, enough charades--have I not loved you enough these days?"

That nickname startles you but you're determined to wring out some sort of embarrassed expression from her first.. Try to continue the game & she'll finally accept that you're just messing around. But she finds it childish so she doesn't play along 🙄 She just keeps teasing you w/ things like "Hm...? Say it again" or "More than I do? Surely not." until you can't take it anymore.

Meanwhile MARY is deeply unimpressed & folds her arms in front of you.

"You're not the first to pledge your heart to me. Why should I believe you?"

But she doesn't give you the chance to answer before she veers close to you, her delicate fingers feathering up your neck. You have to jerk backwards & quickly sputter out that this isn't how this game works-- but Mary, unfazed, keeps the distance between you closed.

"Oh, I'm aware. But your words won't prove a thing. If your goal is to fluster me, then you must show me the depth of your love, fully and thoroughly. I'll demonstrate."

(You lose)

[rosemaze-reveries]

the first time you hear sangria's voice, it lingers in your mind like a siren's song, haunting your every move

you hear it in the echoes of your own footsteps & along the manor's whistling windows-- it drives you too mad to sleep

it was never sangria's intention to plague you this way. she's startled when you confront her in hysterics outside of the games, collapsing at her feet to please sing for you one more time & undo your curse

such drama, she thinks. this is just a love confession, no? but the sight of you crumpled there reminds her of something from her past, and she's interested enough to entertain you

"i don't sing for free—" she is gentle when she plucks up your chin, rolling her thumb over your bottom lip. "but use those lips of yours, and you might be able to coax a sound you like"

[rosemaze-reveries]

losing sangria first to nicholas and then at the manor where she Literally becomes just a shadow of her former glory, all she has left is her neverending thirst for more😢 never satisfied with herself or the reception she gets. what happened to that girl you shared your first kiss with in the highest box of the opera house after hours, the one who told you she’s never felt more alive than with you, the one whose touch lingered a second too long when you had to say goodbye