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MC getting really drunk the first time, caught off guard because usually they don't / can't this easily. In a relationship with the RO. When the RO comes to check on them they, tell the RO that "they (the RO) may be beautiful but they can't flirt with them because they're already in a relationship with (insert RO's name), and they love them so go away." What's the RO's reaction?

Thank you so much for your ask. 😊

Here’s what came to mind:

(since it all got a bit confusing with names and pronouns otherwise, I decided to split the gender-variable ROs by gender just to keep things a little clearer.)

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Alexos:

His initial surprise swiftly deepens into a mortified flush, heat visibly spreading across his cheeks.

"Beautiful?" he echoes softly, clearly caught off guard.

And when you sternly insist - loudly and earnestly - that your heart belongs solely to Alexos, and stunning though he may be, he should please leave, the flush only worsens.

Before you can continue your heartfelt protests, he swiftly pulls you to your feet. You sway, stubbornly resisting as he gently guides you away, muttering fondly, "Yes, yes, I understand. Now come along."

Across the room, he catches Zephiron's amused glance and pointedly avoids it, silently pleading for mercy as you continue your unwavering praise of him.

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Alexa:

Her initial surprise swiftly deepens into a mortified flush, heat visibly spreading across her cheeks.

"Beautiful?" she echoes softly, clearly caught off guard.

Yet when you sternly insist - loudly and earnestly - that your heart belongs solely to Alexa, and stunning though she may be, she should please leave, the flush only worsens.

Before you can continue your heartfelt protests, she swiftly pulls you to your feet. You sway, stubbornly resisting as she gently guides you away, muttering fondly, "Yes, yes, I understand. Now come along."

Across the room, she catches Zephyra's amused glance and pointedly avoids it, silently pleading for mercy as you continue your unwavering praise of her.

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Theron:

He pauses, momentarily startled, before warmth gently spreads across his expression, soft and deeply touched.

"Oh," he murmurs, a quiet flush coloring his cheeks. "I see. I wouldn't dream of intruding on such devotion."

You insist again, earnestly reminding him you're happily taken - by him, naturally - and his tender smile only deepens at your sincerity.

Despite your protests, he quietly fetches water and carefully guides it to your lips, voice affectionate and faintly amused as he whispers, "Please drink. I'm certain Theron would prefer you clear-headed enough to recognize him."

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Thera:

She pauses, momentarily startled, before warmth gently spreads across her expression, soft and deeply touched.

"Oh," she murmurs, a quiet flush coloring her cheeks. "I see. I wouldn't dream of intruding on such devotion."

You insist again, earnestly reminding her you're happily taken - by her, naturally - and her tender smile only deepens at your sincerity.

Despite your protests, she quietly fetches water and carefully guides it to your lips, voice affectionate and faintly amused as she whispers, "Please drink. I'm certain Thera would prefer you clear-headed enough to recognize her."

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Zephiron:

A bright, delighted laugh escapes him, eyes glittering with mischievous curiosity.

"Oh? Already spoken for?" he asks, tilting his head with exaggerated interest. "Tell me more about this Zephiron. What exactly do you find so charming about him?"

You eagerly launch into a heartfelt, if slightly slurred, account of his countless virtues. He leans closer, wicked grin deepening as he urges you on.

"Truly? His eyes, you say? Fascinating. Do go on."

He listens with unabashed amusement, already savoring every detail and each teasing opportunity he's gathering for tomorrow.

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Zephyra:

A bright, delighted laugh escapes her, eyes glittering with mischievous curiosity.

"Oh? Already spoken for?" she asks, tilting her head with exaggerated interest. "Tell me more about this Zephyra. What exactly do you find so charming about her?"

You eagerly launch into a heartfelt, if slightly slurred, account of her countless virtues. She leans closer, wicked grin deepening as she urges you on.

"Truly? Her eyes, you say? Fascinating. Do go on."

She listens with unabashed amusement, already savoring every detail and each teasing opportunity she's gathering for tomorrow.

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Dorian:

He freezes briefly, eyebrows rising in amused disbelief, before a slow, wicked smile curls across his lips.

"Already taken? Oh, what a pity," he drawls shamelessly, leaning in just a touch closer. "Are you certain I can't tempt you … just this once?"

Yet despite his most enticing smirk, you cheerfully refuse him, loudly insisting your heart is firmly captured - by Dorian himself. He falls quiet, eyes narrowing slightly as something unfamiliar flickers behind his gaze.

"Well," he murmurs softly, almost to himself, "I suppose you still find ways to catch me off guard."

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Dione:

She freezes briefly, eyebrows rising in amused disbelief, before a slow, wicked smile curls across her lips.

"Already taken? Oh, what a pity," she drawls shamelessly, leaning in just a touch closer. "Are you certain I can't tempt you … just this once?"

Yet despite her most enticing smirk, you cheerfully refuse her, loudly insisting your heart is firmly captured - by Dione herself. She falls quiet, eyes narrowing slightly as something unfamiliar flickers behind her gaze.

"Well," she murmurs softly, almost to herself, "I suppose you still find ways to catch me off guard."

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Rhaelos:

His expression stays carefully neutral, though something quietly softens in his dark eyes.

"Understood," he replies evenly, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at his lips. "Loyalty is admirable. I'll make sure this Rhaelos hears about this in great detail."

Yet he remains protectively close, shielding you from anyone who might exploit your drunken state - Dorian and his dubious jokes included. He doesn’t move away, even when you start pelting pieces of bread at his head, still convinced he is flirting. Quietly enduring your misguided assault, he subtly places himself between you and any further threats - real, imagined, or edible.

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Rhaela:

Her expression stays carefully neutral, though something quietly softens in her dark eyes.

"Understood," she replies evenly, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at her lips. "Loyalty is admirable. I'll make sure this Rhaela hears about this in great detail."

Yet she remains protectively close, shielding you from anyone who might exploit your drunken state - Dione and her dubious jokes included. She doesn’t move away, even when you start pelting pieces of bread at her head, still convinced she is flirting. Quietly enduring your misguided assault, she subtly places herself between you and any further threats - real, imagined, or edible.

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She blinks, eyes wide and bright with delight as your fiercely drunken declaration of loyalty sinks in.

"Oh - that's so sweet, I can't - I just -" she stammers, voice filled with emotion, before abruptly launching herself at you.

You, however, fail entirely to recognize her and immediately try to push her away, loudly protesting that you're already spoken for. She ignores your objections, relentless in her affection as she showers you with kisses and laughter, leaving you both rolling gracelessly across the floor.

"Theron/Thera!" you gasp desperately, reaching out for rescue.

Yet Theron/Thera only watches, a helpless, uncertain smile tugging at their lips as they shrug lightly, clearly deciding it's wiser not to interfere.

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Drakon:

A fierce, delighted grin spreads across Drakon's face, eyes darkening at your stubborn insistence that you're already taken - by none other than Drakon himself.

"Now that's what I like to hear," he growls approvingly, clearly enjoying your loud, slurred declarations. "Let's make sure everyone hears it."

Before you can protest further, Drakon hoists you effortlessly over his shoulder, shamelessly carrying you off and ignoring the amused whistles behind him.

"Say goodbye," he calls back, smirking wickedly. "This one's mine."

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I have nothing to say lol I'm just glad to see your asks around again.

I hope you're doing well, that's all 💗💗💗💗

Aww, that’s so sweet of you - thank you!! Hope you’re doing great as well🥹 I’m trying my best to be a bit more active again, but there’s just never enough time to do everything at once. So I usually end up focusing on the main story whenever I get the chance.

If I’m ever a little quiet here, just know it probably means I’m deep in the next update, haha 💛

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Have all the siren asks been posted?

You know, I was so sure I had done it... But of course, I just checked and it turns out I completely forgot to post Z here. I’m really sorry about that. It must’ve slipped past me right around the time I got sick. 🥹

No long justifications: Here’s Z’s scenario now. And with that, everyone has finally been posted. 🖤

This is it - the last Siren scenario for Z. As always, I’ve split it into Zephiron and Zephyra versions. As for the other gender-variable characters: I randomized those once again. 🎲

I hope you enjoy it. 🌊

The deck groans beneath your boots as you and the others brace against the wind. Salt stings your lips. A storm is rising - but it’s not just the weather howling in your ears.

It’s a melody.

Low, ancient.

Older than any sailor’s song ever sung.

The sea swells like it’s breathing too fast. The kind of movement that means something has stirred beneath it.

You grip the railing tighter. You don’t see them yet, but you feel them.

Sirens.

Their presence pulls at the edges of your mind - makes you think of what you long for most. Not in clear shapes. Just… hunger. Ache.

You try to focus. Try to think two steps ahead. But it’s hard.

Sirens don’t fight you. They unmake you. Because they aren’t what the stories made them into. Not really. Not soft. Not beautiful. Not kind.

They don’t tempt. They take. And Gods, they know exactly what to show you.

You shake your head. The others are shouting, moving - steel drawn.

You snap back to the now, raise your voice:

"Strike them down! Quickly! And don’t trust what you see. They’ll wear your deepest longing like a mask.

But when you turn back - you freeze.

Because standing on the railing is…

Zephiron.

Snow-white hair. Ice-blue eyes. There’s no question. It’s him.

And for some reason, a soft hum escapes you. Dreamlike.

He’s beautiful. Unreasonably so.

You can’t stop looking at him. And then the thought settles, disturbingly gentle -

Why don’t you always look at him like this?

You don’t know the answer. Truth be told, you don’t know much of anything anymore. Except that you want to go to him.

"Alright, poison boy. You owe me drachmae." Drakon’s voice breaks through at the edge of your mind.

"If this weren’t bleeding my coin dry, I’d be so entertained." Dorian groans theatrically.

He casts Zephiron a long, withering look. "Really, Zeph? You told me there was nothing going on."

But Zephiron just smiles, soft and guileless. Too soft. Too guileless.

And yet - his eyes flick constantly to you. To your dazed steps.

"I said there’s nothing yet," he murmurs.

Thera sighs from the shadows, voice quiet and bone-dry. "If I didn’t know you all, I’d assume you were terrible people."

It draws a laugh from Dorian. "Darling, you wound me."

But Zephiron’s gaze never stills. Still, he doesn’t move.

Then - Alexos rolls his shoulders with a sigh. "Gods. You’re focusing on the wrong thing. I'll get them."

He steps forward. A single stride to you, still drifting toward your doom. Until -

"No." Zephiron’s voice. Sharp. Commanding. Enough to stop Alexos in his tracks.

And then - within the span of a blink - Zephiron is at his side. Passing him. Moving toward you.

"This is my concern," he says low, almost a growl. Too harsh. Too fast. Too full of something else entirely.

Alexos just closes his eyes in quiet recognition and steps back toward the others.

They watch as Zephiron lifts his spear - and with practiced ease, slices clean through the Siren’s neck. A single, fluid motion.

Dorian exhales a skeptical breath. "Since when does he play the hero?"

Drakon suppresses a laugh, clearing his throat. "Who ever knows with him."

Alexos nods slowly, eyes still closed, a faint smile touching his lips.

You blink. The spell breaks. And before you is him. Zephiron.

His real face. His real eyes. His real mouth.

He leans closer. You’re still dazed - floating in that aftertaste of something dreamlike.

But his voice drags you back. Sharp. Clear. Inevitable.

“Expect me tonight.” A smile plays on his lips - mischief and promise in equal measure. “I’ll show you how it feels to have your longing answered.”

Oh, Gods.

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Zephyra.

Snow-white hair. Ice-blue eyes. There’s no question. It’s her.

And for some reason, a soft hum escapes you. Dreamlike.

She’s beautiful. Unreasonably so.

You can’t stop looking at her. And then the thought settles, disturbingly gentle -

Why don’t you always look at him like this?

You don’t know the answer. Truth be told, you don’t know much of anything anymore. Except that you want to go to her

"Alright, poison boy. You owe me drachmae." Drakon’s voice breaks through at the edge of your mind.

"If this weren’t bleeding my coin dry, I’d be so entertained." Dorian groans theatrically.

He casts Zephyra a long, withering look. "Really, Zeph? You told me there was nothing going on."

But Zephyra just smiles, soft and guileless. Too soft. Too guileless.

And yet - her eyes flick constantly to you. To your dazed steps.

"I said there’s nothing yet," she murmurs.

Thera sighs from the shadows, voice quiet and bone-dry. "If I didn’t know you all, I’d assume you were terrible people."

It draws a laugh from Dorian. "Darling, you wound me."

But Zephyra’s gaze never stills. Still, she doesn’t move.

Then - Alexos rolls his shoulders with a sigh. "Gods. You’re focusing on the wrong thing. I'll get them."

He steps forward. A single stride to you, still drifting toward your doom. Until -

"No." Zephyra’s voice. Sharp. Commanding. Enough to stop Alexos in his tracks.

And then - within the span of a blink - Zephyra is at his side. Passing him. Moving toward you.

"This is my concern," she says low, almost a growl. Too harsh. Too fast. Too full of something else entirely.

Alexos just closes his eyes in quiet recognition and steps back toward the others.

They watch as Zephyra lifts her spear - and with practiced ease, slices clean through the Siren’s neck. A single, fluid motion.

Dorian exhales a skeptical breath. "Since when does she play the hero?"

Drakon suppresses a laugh, clearing his throat. "Who ever knows with her."

Alexos nods slowly, eyes still closed, a faint smile touching his lips.

You blink. The spell breaks. And before you is her. Zephyra.

Her real face. Her real eyes. Her real mouth.

She leans closer. You’re still dazed - floating in that aftertaste of something dreamlike.

But her voice drags you back. Sharp. Clear. Inevitable.

“Expect me tonight.” A smile plays on her lips - mischief and promise in equal measure. “I’ll show you how it feels to have your longing answered.”

Oh, Gods.

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✨ Hey friends, I hope you’ve had a great week so far!

I just posted a little poll over on Patreon about later NSFW scenes and player preferences. Your answers would really help me shape certain parts and mechanics of the game as it continues to grow, so if you’d like to chime in, I’d truly appreciate it! 🖤

(No paid subscription needed - Patreon is still paused, just so you know. It’s just a free post to gather thoughts from those who are more interested in the development side of the story.)

Here’s the link if you’d like to join in. Thank you so much! ☺️

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Drakon owns my whole heart and soul. So excited to see more from him & the rest of the story!!!

(Me omw to any Drakon content u produce)

Haha, damn - I love this! I was actually planning to write T’s romance scene for the main story today... But your excitement completely rubbed off on me, so now Drakon’s getting his turn instead. 😌 (T will absolutely still get their scene of course.)

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Glad you're feeling better!! Yayyy!!! 🥳🥳🌻🌻🌻

Awww, thank you so much!! 🥹🥹 (Still not at full power, but slowly returning from the underworld…)

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Hii I really love your story and I just want to know can we get some facts about T!! If not that is totally okay ☺️

Aww, thank you so much! That truly means a lot. 💛 Here are some truths about T that came to mind first:

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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🌿 Softer fact: Their sense of smell is unusually sharp. They don’t recognize people by their voice or face, but by the quiet trace of their scent - something human (or divine) and uniquely them.

🔥 NSFW fact: They’re quiet. Until they’re very much not. 😉

These aren’t all the truths, of course. Just a few scattered crumbs… to (hopefully) keep your curiosity fed. ☺️

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Back on my feet (finally)!

I was sick for a while, but I’m feeling well enough now and this weekend, it’s just me, the story, and the words waiting to be written. Wish me luck. ✨

(As always, I’ll answer Asks when time and inspiration allow. Please don’t be upset if it takes a little; I’m still learning to share my energy wisely 😌)

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How would the Ros react if every time they were about to finally kiss the MC for the first time, they kept getting interrupted by progressively more improbable scenarios? Like, the universe itself is conspiring against them or something

Ah, yes. That ask. I’ve seen it around here a lot. Thanks for letting me take a swing at it too. 💛 (Though fair warning: this one was trickier than most for me. So be gentle with me, will you? 🥹)

Anyway:

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Alexos / Alexa Their hands curl into fists. Not necessarily in anger (well, maybe a little) but mostly in that quiet, aching sort of frustration that makes you wonder if the universe is trying to say something. Maybe they’re not meant to touch you. Not with hands that caused so much more hurt than comfort. They don’t say a word. But Gods, do they doubt themselves.

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??? Absolutely livid. She’s waited so long. She timed it perfectly. The moon was right there. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” She yells at the sky, throwing her arms wide like she could throttle the stars.

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Drakon Not amused. At all. The first time? A coincidence. The second? A bad joke. The third? He’s done playing. He shoves you up against the nearest surface, grin all teeth and defiance. “Fuck the universe.” And then he kisses you anyway.

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Theron / Thera They try to be patient. They really do. They breathe in. Exhale. Offer you a soft, slightly strained smile. “It’s alright,” they murmur. “We can wait.” But their fingers tremble just a little when they brush yours.

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Zephiron / Zephyra Oh, they love a challenge. The first few interruptions are met with a lifted brow and a soft laugh, “Well, this is getting ridiculous.” But they don’t mind working for it. Problem-solving is half the joy. But let’s be clear: they’re getting that kiss. Eventually.

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Dorian / Dione Utterly unimpressed. And very, very annoyed. “What next?” they mutter, deadpan, as a flock of celestial swans divebombs the moment. They’ve survived cults, Gods, and betrayal, and the universe won’t even give them this? Figures. Absolutely perfectly fucking figures. They sulk for the rest of the day.

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Rhaelos / Rhaela They are unshaken. Unbothered even. They simply try again. And again. Each failed moment is just a step closer to the one that will not break. They are, by far, the most patient of them all. And they know: the moment will come. Because some things are inevitable.

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How do the ROs react if the MC is all clingy in the morning? Like hugging them from behind, softly begging them to stay, refusing to let go because ‘nooo don’t go to work yet 🥺’? Would any of them stay? Would some pretend to resist but secretly love it? Would anyone be immune?? I need to know who crumbles and who teases 😭🫶

Oh, thank you for this question. 🧡 Let’s wander into their mornings together:

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Alexos / Alexa: They’d struggle. Not because they don’t want to stay (gods, they do) but because duty’s claws are already in their back. So they’d wrap you up in their arms for a fleeting moment, press a kiss to your forehead like it means everything (because it does), and leave. Fast. Efficient. Focused. But it will be noticeable how quickly they return. They won’t speak of it, but it’s written in the way they walk back to you like they were holding their breath the whole time.

???: Stay? Of course she stays. She flops right back into the blankets with a laugh, tucks herself into your side like it’s the most natural place in the world, and forgets entirely that she was supposed to be somewhere two hours ago. Eventually, someone very annoyed will show up to drag her out the door while she pouts and blows you a kiss. Regret? None. She’d do it again.

Drakon: If he truly has to leave, nothing can stop him. Not even you wrapped around his waist like the world depends on it. But it’s fine. He just picks you up. Under one arm, or draped over his shoulder, you’re coming with him. “Clingy?” he murmurs, amused. “Then cling. I don’t mind.” And he means it. You might just end up pressed to his back while he sharpens a blade, utterly unbothered.

Theron / Thera: You look at them with those eyes. Soft, pleading, sleepy. And that’s it. They fold like dew-soaked grass. A quiet sigh, a whisper of, “Just a little longer…” They’re already rearranging themselves to cradle you closer, lips brushing your hair. Later, they’ll mumble something about missed responsibilities, but they won’t regret a second of it.

Zephiron / Zephyra: Oh, they’ll smile. They’ll let you tug them close, hands sliding around their waist. They'll even melt a little when you whisper against their skin. But they’re wind, love. And wind doesn’t stay caged. So they kiss you, soft, slow, unfairly good, and then, while you’re blinking at the ceiling, they vanish like a ghost in the Underworld. “Miss me today, will you?” The words brush your ears like falling feathers. Then you’ll hear laughter fading down the hall. And you know: you will miss them.

Dorian / Dione: They complain. Gods, they complain. But they don’t move. Instead, they rest their cheek against your temple and stay exactly where you want them. If anything, they shift closer. You’ll notice it: The flicker of something too warm in their violet eyes. They won’t say a word, but you’ll know. They love this.

Rhaelos / Rhaela: They hesitate. Duty looms, justice calls, and their mind says go. But you look up at them with that ache in your voice, that sadness they can’t quite read. Is it playfulness? Or… do you truly need them right now? And that question alone roots them. They stand there, still and unsure, until you reach up, press a kiss to their cheek, and whisper, “It’s okay. Go.” They nod, grateful you freed them from the duty to you, so they can honor the others.

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I'm going feral over all the RO's. They are all so delicious, I just want to bite them. 😳❤️

That makes me really happy to hear. 🥹

I have to admit, the longer this goes on, and the more romance scenarios I get to shape, the more deeply I find myself falling for them all. Even more than I already was.

I’m actually at a point in the story now where the first real romance moments are starting to take shape… and it’s all feeling strangely exciting. In the best way. 😍

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sorry to hear that ur sick! Pls rest up and take care of urself! :)))

You’re so sweet, thank you so much 💛

I’m already feeling a little better, but it really knocked me out. I haven’t been this sick in ages. Classic summer flu, I guess. 🙄

But thank you again. 🫶

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Idk if I can explain this in a way that makes sense but, being the Deity of Inevitable Consequences is SO FUCKING FUNNY

"Haha! We're the rebellion and were gonna make you gods pay for your actions!"

"Fuck too you long enough godamn"

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"So which god to u like the least-"

"Zeus"

"Oh wow that was quick-"

"Hes figuratively and literally above me it pisses me the fuck off"

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"Wait so these shackles make me mortal?"

"That's right asshole, bet your feeling pretty shit-"

"Does that mean stuff can actually have a long lasting effect on me, like scars?"

"Uhm, yeah, ha I see its sinking in-"

"This fucks so hard hell yeah"

You're right! It is kind of hilarious. 😂

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Promise I'm still here, friends - just... unfortunately down with something nasty. 😷

Trying to rest, recover, and gather my focus again. I’ll check in properly as soon as I can.

In the meantime, I’m writing a little here and there between cups of tea and long naps. ✨

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The classic ask!

If woken up from sleep for some fun in the sheets, how do the ROs react? And if they themselves feel the need, do they wake up the MC? 😏🤭

Ah yes, the classic. And honestly? A classic for a reason. 😉

(Also - thank you for your patience. I know I’m slow with this right now, but that just means more time goes into the main game. Hopefully worth it, right?)

Let’s assume the MC and RO are already in a relationship, with the comfort and trust that comes with that. So, with that in mind - let’s go.

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Alexos / Alexa

If woken up: They’ll need a few seconds to catch up - but once they do? They’re all in. Passion is easy for them, easier than sleep. Once they’ve remembered where they are and who they’re with, they’ll rise to meet you like a storm.

If they feel the need: They’ll hesitate. Not because they don’t want it - because they do. But guilt is a loyal companion, and they’d worry about disturbing your rest. Still… they might eventually reach out. A soft brush of fingertips on your arm. A kiss just beneath your ear. Just enough to ask the question without saying it. If you stir, they’ll take it as a sign.

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Rhaelos / Rhaela

If woken up: Alert. Tense. One breath from fight-or-flight - until they see it’s you. Then stillness. Then a long breath. Then the shift. You’ll have to lead them gently back to softness, but once they’re there, they won’t refuse you.

If they feel the need: They won’t wake you. Not even a chance. They’d rather lie awake with clenched hands and closed eyes than take without invitation. That control is their offering. Their gift. Even if it leaves them aching.

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Zephiron / Zephyra

If woken up: Three, two, one - responsive. There’s a flash of understanding in their eyes before they’re even fully conscious. Their body answers before their mind does. There’s no resistance. No doubt. Just fingers moving where you guide them.

If they feel the need: They’ll wake you. Unapologetically, but gently. Their fingers will trace constellations on your skin. Their voice low, barely audible. “Are you awake?” (It’s rhetorical. You’re about to be.)

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Dorian / Dione

If woken up: They’ll blink slowly, smirk immediately, and say something like: “Oh? I must still be dreaming. Or you simply can’t get enough of me. That must be it.”

They won’t resist. They’ll stretch like a cat in a sunbeam - unbothered, impossibly elegant - and let you have your way. But they’ll make you work for it. If you want them, you’ll have to show it.

If they feel the need: They’ll wake you. But not directly. They’ll kiss the corner of your mouth. They’ll whisper your name like it’s an incantation. And then they’ll wait. Because what fun is anything that comes too easy? And if you don’t respond? They’ll lie back - smirking in the dark - knowing full well that you’re awake now. And suffering. Just as much as they are.

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Drakon

If woken up: He opens one eye. Then the other. And grins like a man who’s just been handed a present. In one smooth, instinctive motion, he pulls you beneath him. You’ve woken the monster. Now it’s on you to lull it back to sleep.

If he feels the need: Surprisingly… he doesn’t wake you. Sometimes, he finds it far more thrilling to wait than to take. Longing is a beautiful, burning thing in his chest. A pull. A pressure. A promise. And eventually - later that day, maybe - when it’s gotten too much to bear… he’ll find you. And when he does, there will be no holding back.

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Theron / Thera

If woken up: They stir slowly. Open their eyes without alarm. Blink once. Then smile - soft, drowsy, warm like the edge of a campfire. They won’t say much. But their hands will find you. Gently at first - like they’re still half-dreaming - but with growing certainty. And finally, they follow your rhythm.

If they feel the need: No, they won’t wake you. Maybe you’re not in the mood. Maybe you need your rest. They’d rather not risk that. Instead, they curl closer. As close as your bodies will allow. They breathe in your scent - steadying, grounding - and drift back to sleep like that. Still aching quietly with the want low in their belly. But peaceful. And content.

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???

If woken up: Ohh yes. She lives for this kind of spontaneity - the idea that your bodies just can’t stay apart any longer. She’s awake in three seconds flat. Fully alert. Fully ready. And very motivated.

If she feels the need: You’re absolutely getting woken up. Not gently. You’ll wake to her practically vibrating with energy - straddling your waist, or curled up beside you, grinning with star-bright eyes and warm hands already on your skin. “I tried to wait,” she’ll whisper, kissing your nose. “But you looked so soft. And I missed you. Even though you were right here. Is that weird?” No. It’s ???. Of course it’s not weird.

[fableforger]

GOD I CAN'T WAIT TO KNOW WHO ??? IS, SHE'S LITERALLY MY TYPE

Ahhh I know, I’m dying to finally reveal it too!

The next update is when it happens - and hopefully, that’s not too far off now. Fingers crossed you’ll still be into her once her identity is revealed. 👀

Slightly off topic, but: early on, I did ask whether folks preferred shorter, quicker updates or longer ones with multiple chapters - and most of you voted for the latter. And I honestly think that was the right call for this particular story.

Still, it’s definitely hard sometimes not to just throw everything out there already - but I’m working on it with all the care it deserves. No set release date (since I’m deeply afraid of them 😂), but progress is steady, and I can’t wait to finally show you what’s coming. 🧡

[fableforger]

The siren asks have me really intrigued about what's going to happen in the story that the ROs wind up being, well, ROs.

Ahh yes - the siren asks did seem to stir the waters a bit, didn’t they?

Without spoiling too much: the path from “opposing force” to “romantic entanglement” is rarely a straight one. For some, it begins with curiosity. For others, with a calculated attempt at manipulation. Some resist it every step of the way. And some - well, some fall long before they even realize it. 🤷‍♀️

I just hope that, by the end, it all feels entirely natural to you. ☺️