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yuri-is-online · 1 year ago

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And in With the New (Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia x Yuu)

"Look I would get rid of this thing if I could afford a new sweatshirt." You drag the offensive article of clothing over your head completely missing the spark of curiosity and mischief in your companion's eye. "I've got a lot of bad memories associated with this."

"If it's that uncomfortable we can go look for a replacement instead of-"

"Oh no not like that, it's super comfy. I just don't like it because it technically belongs to my ex."

notes: they/them used for Yuu, their ex is implied to be kind of a shit person, other dorms can be found here (x) Ortho is somewhat included in Idia's part but does not have one of his own.

Kalim- "Do you have any other things from your world?"

Kalim has expressed a desire for you to see as much of Twisted Wonderland as possible, and he stands by that, but it would really suck if the only physical connection you had to your home was something that brought up painful memories. Your past relationship isn't something that makes him jealous, just concerned since it clearly causes you distress. He can wait to get you more appropriate clothing until after he makes sure you're ok. If the sweatshirt really is the only thing you have from home, he'll be asking if there are any foods you remember or activities you liked to do with the people you actually cared about that the two of you can recreate in Twisted Wonderland. That way you won't have to feel the need to hold onto something painful and he gets to make you happy.

Jamil- "Then why didn't you get rid of it before you came here?"

On the one hand he does feel a bit second rate at the thought of you holding onto something form an ex, but his primary concern is the implication that your financial straights have always been this... dire. He definitely wants to know about your previous relationship so he can judge them for how much better he is, but once he notices that the memories are a bit on the traumatic side he stops pushing and feels just the slightest bit guilty. But really, if it's something that hurts you to hold onto then why do it? You aren't him, you don't need to do that, people love you and want to take care of you, him included. He's not going to just give you his hoodie, he would literally die of embarrassment, but he does get you a sweatshirt. If for no other reason than to keep him from staring holes into your back now that he knows where the other one came from.

Vil- "It doesn't suit you at all."

If his treatment of Epel is anything to go by, Vil is not above spending money on something he considers to be a pet project. Not that this... friendship is one of those, nor is he particularly jealous of some no name extra who was too blind to beg on their hands and knees to get back in your good graces. Not that he needs to do that you understand; as arrogant as Vil has a reputation for being, he is one of the people who has been more genuine when expressing concern and gratitude for you. His comment isn't meant to be a slight, clothing that makes you feel bad about yourself is failing to do its job as fashion, and as a world class super model that is unacceptable. In other words get in the car looser we're going shopping.

Rook- "Ah, I thought it was something like that."

Is it bad if he says he meant he hoped it was something like that? Not that he was rooting for your ex to be a bad person, he would never wish a subpar lover on you. But when he saw the tattered edges of your sweatshirt and how it clashed with the things you bought for yourself, he hoped that maybe someone in your world hadn't wanted your hands to be cold. If that's not the case, then if you are ok with letting it go as a lover of romance who is he to deny you your freedom? Granted tossing roses onto a fire while you burn an ugly sweatshirt is both very extra and very Rook but hey. He's having fun and you've got a new jacket.

Epel- "Afford shamford I could'a just made ya one!"

Offering their sweetheart their hoodie is something manly tall guys get to do and Epel has really really REALLY. Been looking forward to getting to that point in his relationship with you. He wants to feel like a real man, like your real man to be specific. The thought of some other piece of shit getting to do that first and treating you like a used dish rag pisses him off. Best believe he is huffing and puffing his way back to Grandma Felmier's boot camp with a mission to do you one and your ex two better by knitting you a pullover to go with your uniform. Everything that comes from Harveston is a top quality product prefect, better than whatever you left behind he guarantees it.

Idia- "So this is that kind of route huh..."

Of course you had a partner back in your world, if he can see your good points then a normie absolutely could. That doesn't make you less appealing, it just makes him feel all that more convinced he doesn't have a chance. He's halfway through whipping out his tablet to excuse himself when Ortho asks what you meant by "shitty memories" and they both get blindsided by just how much vitriol you have for a person whose clothing you technically kept on you. And suddenly he's back in business because there are few things that unite Idia with someone faster than a good old fashion bitch fest. Sure, his insults are weirdly possessive of you, but if he had any doubts about your feelings for this person he doesn't now! He's never heard you talk about anyone like this before and he finds it so attractive he almost forgets to short circuit when Ortho convinces you to try on his hoodie. Almost.

Malleus- "..."

Sometimes he feels like a broken record, constantly marveling at how little fear you have of him, but really child of man, you have no fear. Malleus has very little in the way of emotional intelligence, so he doesn't fully understand that what he is feeling is jealousy he just knows the thought of you with someone else's clothes hurts. Unfortunately for you both, in addition to not being emotionally intelligent he also isn't with the times and there is a non zero percent chance he will be bringing you a cloak and be genuinely confused when you don't immediately replace your old hide for his. (Lilia takes responsibility for that, he was making a joke honest.) Oh? The point was it's supposed to be something he wore so you can feel closer to him when he's gone? Well why didn't you say so child of man, he is more than willing to offer you a scale- what do you mean you can't wear that either?

Lilia- "Oh? Are you asking for one of mine?"

Shame has not been a word in Lilia's vocabulary since long before you showed up prefect. He always buys oversized clothing because of how cute the long sleeves look on him, but oh they would be so much cuter on you prefect, don't you want to see? Oh and while the two of you are at it, why don't you let him paint your nails and do your eye shadow. He's never had one of those slumber party things you humans do, you should make a night of this so you can both get a new experience out of this. He can have a slumber party and you can be the center of someone's world. Also what do you mean you're supposed to summon the devil at these things, he's already here.

Silver- "Would you like one of mine?"

Lilia raised a very good boy who thinks nothing of offering the shirt off his back to save someone in distress. Silver isn't a jealous person by nature, he's more concerned with making sure you are safe and taken care of than he is making sure you don't still have feelings for your ex. Above all else, Silver wants to be a safe space for you to come home to at the end of the day, like a proper knight in shining armor. Though he does have to admit, you look really nice in Diasomnia colors, they're really close to Briar Valley's so if you decide to come and visit he's assures you that you will fit right in. He's sure his father would be very happy to play host. Maybe too happy.

Sebek- "HOW UTTERLY DISGRACEFUL."

You think he's upset at you but he's not, that's made painfully clear with the rant he starts to go on about proper courtship procedure. Offering clothing to someone is supposed to be a sign of high affection, nay eternal devotion! And it suddenly becomes clear to you that Sebek has somehow managed to confuse the concept of a stolen hoodie and a knight's favor. He seems to have managed to convince himself, in the span of two seconds, that you are wearing this not because it is one of your only pieces of clothing, but because your ex convinced you that they're the only one who could love you which IS NOT TRUE. YOU UNDERSTAND HUMAN? DO YOU UNDERSTAAAAAAAAND?

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #silver x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 1 year ago

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Prompt: You are blissfully unaware of how deep exactly Rook and Vil's affections run for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.

Pairing: Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook

Genre: Yandere

TW: Yandere Vil and Rook, talk of killing someone, Reader is not Yuu/Prefect.

AN: Rook and Vil ily but why are you both so hard to write for 😭 Like, yall are fun to think for but it was so hard to write down the concept in my mind ysgshskejd. I genuinely don't know if I was able to do them justice, please forgive me if they're a bit ooc in this. This started off as a joke thing because of a friend, but then it turned yandere for some reason that I don't know but we're vibing so it's okay ^^

You groaned as you flopped face first onto the couch in Vil's room, uncaring of the fact that you were still wearing your shoes. Vil glanced at you from the corner of his eyes as he sat at his vanity, narrowing his gaze at your unmoving form.

"(Name), remove your shoes."

" 'm too tired," you grumbled, and Rook chuckled from his place on Vil's bed. "My, my Chevalier de Beauté, how bold of you to reject Roi du Poison's order," he teased you, getting up from the bed to walk over to where you were.

" 'm tired," you whined once again, drawing out a chuckle from both of your boyfriends.

"Still, as Roi du Poison's devoted hunter, I cannot let you get away with such a grave crime," he hummed, his voice light and sweet to your ears. Kneeling on one leg, Rook carefully untied your shoelaces, gently placing your shoes on the floor by the couch. Each movement was smooth and reverent; one would think he was handling a priceless treasure with the way he made sure to not make a single noise as he rid you of your shoes.

He watched in amusement as your only reaction was to sigh and turn your head slightly to look at him. Ever watchful, he immediately zeroed in on the eyebags that you had tried to conceal under layers of makeup. Rook removed the glove from one of his hands, raising it to smooth back your hair into a somewhat presentable state.

"Pray tell, what has you so stressed?" He asked, and you could see Vil sit straighter (if that was even possible since his posture was always impeccable) at his words, no doubt listening to the two of you.

"Its nothing too bad, really. I'm just stuck with uncooperative assholes in Professor Crewel's class-"

"Language," Vill gently chided, but you could make out the concern in his voice. You continued speaking, eventually fully ranting to Rook and Vil about how absolutely bull-headed and uncooperative your group members were, and how you were practically the only one working on the project.

Both the boys stayed quiet as they heard you vent your frustrations out to them. Once you were done, Rook gave you a smile. His eyes held a dangerous light, sharp gaze befitting the hunter he prided himself in being.

"Would you like me to kill them for you?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his tone, the familiar smile on his face somehow turning malicious in front of your very eyes. Very slowly, like prey trying to not agitate the predator in their bid to escape, you silently sat up on the couch. Your eyes were trained on his, caution and hesitancy swirling in them (a very pretty mixture, if you asked Rook; what he wouldn't give to see that look of confusion and fear in your eyes more often-)

"No killing, Rook," Vil spoke from his seat in front of the mirror, turning completely to face the two of you. Immediately, Rook turned back into the playful boy you always knew, as he chuckled, "Ah, I jest, of course." He winked at you, and you wondered if your senses had played a trick on you as the heavy atmosphere that had been in the room mere moments ago dissipated instantly.

"Perhaps I could speak to these classmates of yours, hm?"

"O-oh, there's no need for that," you nervously chuckled. "I already informed Professor Crewel about it, and he said he'll give them a fitting punishment," you hurriedly explained. Your fingers fiddled with the cuffs of your blazer, a clear sign of your discomfort at the thought of Rook potentially talking to the people from your group. As irritating as they were, you didn't really want to get them on his (or for that matter, anyone's) bad side, especially with how... weird and quite frankly terrifying Rook had been earlier.

Your nervousness did not go unnoticed, as Vil chuckled, crossing his arms elegantly as he looked at the two of you. "Rook, you've scared them."

Vil stood up from his seat, making his way over to you. Carefully, he lifted your face to make you meet his eyes and smiled. "Rook was only joking, my dear. Don't worry." The gentle touch sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, and the soft smile complementing his words made your earlier worries go away.

Rook looked at you, a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes as he took your hand in his own. "Ah, dear Chevalier de Beauté, you need not worry at all," he said as he placed a light kiss on the back of your hand.

"You are precious to me, so I cannot help but wish to take care of anything that may displease you. But, my apologies if I went too far with my joke."

His voice was sincere as he spoke, and you couldn't help but smile at him despite his... slightly concerning words. Rook was a weirdo most of the time. Maybe it was just a well-intended joke that you just overthought about?

You chuckled, missing the way Vil's shoulders seemed to relax and how Rook's smile became a little less forced.

"It's alright Rook."

"You nearly gave us away, Rook."

Vil's voice was uncharacteristically cold as he stared down at the hunter kneeling in front of him. You had gone back to your own dorm room some time ago, saying that you needed to finish one of Professor Trein's assignments, giving the two boys some much needed privacy to have this conversation.

"My sincere apologies Roi du Poison. I did not mean to, but to see their beautiful face contorted in such anger, such frustration... it caught me off guard. I was careless in my wish to take away some of their burden, and I shall accept any punishment you deem acceptable, my fair queen," Rook said, his voice repentant as he stared at the hem of Vil's dorm clothes.

Vil sighed after a long and tense silence. How could he remain cross with his beloved hunter any longer, when he was this remorseful? Besides, Vil had been quick enough to salvage the situation in time, and you were still blissfully unaware of how deep exactly their affections ran for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.

"Get up," he ordered, and the hunter rose to his feet, finally daring to look his queen in the eyes. "Go, and find every little thing there is to find about those useless students. Every. Single. Thing. But do not, touch a hair on their heads. That will be your punishment."

Vil's voice was calm and collected, like a queen delivering a death sentence. Rook bowed reverently.

"As you wish, my dear queen."

#ice writes #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #twst vil #twst rook #twst vil x you #twst rook x you #twst vil x you x twst rook #vil x you x rook #yan!rook #yan!vil x you #yan!rook x you #yan!vil #yan!vil x you x yan!rook #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst

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vigilskeep · 1 month ago

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Do we know enough about how Crow succession and talonship works to believe it would be possible for Viago to take the seat of first talon either through some sort of non-violent coup in the absence of an heir to house Dellamorte or through marrying his kid (rook) off to Lucanis? Asking because I really don't know and would love to write something in that direction...and you seem a crow enthusiast...also love your blog

THEORETICALLY. yes.

we haven’t seen the talons shift directly, but they do shift, with regularity. house arainai was first talon in living memory and then fell slowly downwards to their current point where they’re struggling in and out of eight talon like a drowning man who keeps finding his way to air for just enough breath

the eight talons system, if you’ll allow me the tangent, is a really fascinating choice of fantasy hierarchy because it is such a clear hierarchy. among a bunch of ambitious killers whose prime goal is notoriety. you can only hold each position here if everyone below you is too afraid to do anything about it. what an anxiety trip it must be to decide whether to push someone down just one rung or to try to destroy them entirely; do you want to leave your rival with more opportunity or more motivation? but crow power is also all about theatre, all about perception—you are first or fifth or seventh talon primarily because everyone agrees that you are—so making a failed gambit for a higher talon has got to be incredibly damaging. which is a risky setup. it discourages attempts, but when someone does make an attempt, they will not be fucking around

anyway ignore all that we’re talking about soft takeovers today. okay so house dellamorte has a dying core family, theoretically. we’re making the assumption that no surviving young children from any branch of the family are mentioned because none exist. we have two heirs, neither very acceptable (my apologies to caterina’s delusions), both men in their 30s with (again, assumed) no children, and neither making much progress in that regard. (arguably dependent on player choice when it comes to lucanis, but since he can fall in love with and express his undying devotion to any kind of rook, we can at least say he’s not making that much effort.) within a generation the core family may die out. but that is a LONG TIME to wait. you still have to deal with the current ones, they’re pretty robust

lucanis is the current first talon as of the end of veilguard. can he be convinced to give this up and hand first talon over to someone better suited? i do believe it. mostly because i need to believe, for my mental health, that we can get him out of there. but he also now has a fairly bulky support system full of people who love him and will notice how bad this is going to be and convince him he deserves things like a life he doesn’t hate

as always your main problem is caterina. caterina is not going to allow a takeover, soft or otherwise, while she is still alive. caterina didn’t give up first talon when they murdered her children. there’s probably an emotional plot in here where she can be made to accept what she’s done to her family, far too late, but with time left to save just one by letting him go. on the other hand, i’ve also been experimenting with plots in my mind where she tries to quietly get rid of viago or romanced rook for having too much influence, with the added benefit on hopefully being able to steel & refocus lucanis on defending the house against whoever she frames. or plots where she blames lucanis trying to leave and not being the boy she remembers on his, you know, demonic possession, and attempts to forcibly remove or destroy spite. so. there’s potential ups and downs, here.

i don’t know how helpful rook de riva/lucanis is. most of your problem here is that everything that sets this ending up by giving the de rivas more power, and by giving any rook more power over lucanis, is something that in my mind would crank caterina’s wariness all the way up. house de riva surely has to move up from fifth already after the events of the game and look more like a contender, and i don’t think even caterina’s delusions about lucanis’ suitability for first talon could make her blind to the effect rook can obviously have. i definitely think she would delay on a marriage and have the power to do that

i think it’s worth saying that rook de riva at any point bringing up to lucanis the idea of handing things over to viago would be a hell of a conversation. i know lucanis never remotely suspects rook of any agenda and trusts them completely, and i know i agree with rook here, but you’ve GOT to see how “i love you and having power is bad for you and what you should do is hand it all over to my talon” sounds. i truly could not blame him for a bit of doubt here especially if caterina was around to suggest it

sorry this is a completely messy and disconnected response. i don’t even know if i had a point. you might have to wait for caterina to actually die? is that my point? i can see rook de riva/lucanis being helpful to ease a transition of power to house de riva then. i also think it’s worth pointing out that teia might be the better contender for all this out of the two lovebirds. what quietly makes teia probably the most dangerous talon in the crows, if she ever chose to be, is that everyone likes her. i’m not joking or trying to handwave crow politics, it’s a form of soft power and the result of her cultivated skill that nobody ever suspects teia of anything. even caterina treats her gently, and literally a talon who tried to murder all the others in tevinter nights was delaying murdering her because she was his favourite. if anyone can handle a gentler transition like what we’re talking about, maybe it’s more likely to be teia

#veilguard spoilers #i really dont like this ask response its a mess. sorry.#i just kept writing and it kept getting messier but i was too far in to restart. bon appetit #i didnt even get into how illario is still fucking alive #long post #crow studies

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inkblot22 · 7 months ago

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Give You Something To Cry About

Yay, my time management skills continue to be straight ass. Sorry to the anon who has waited so patiently for this, and thank you so much for giving me an excuse to write this depraved ball of snot. Headers by @/cafekitsune. Also don't believe everything you see on the internet, there's no scientific proof that certain things work for your skin. I think Vil would know that, considering.

This Fic Is For: Anyone who can handle it! Once again, I tried to make it as gn as possible, considering Rook's use of Franglais, but I'm delusional and will say I did exactly that. Reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, and no real allusions to specific body parts are made for them.

TW for DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT, forced dieting, non/dubcon, mentions of death, questionable use of magic, captivity, someone has a case of dacryphilia and a strong sadist streak, won't say who, Rook Hunt because he freaks me out, unhealthy relationship dynamics, abuse, forced BDSM if you squint, I feel so bad for the reader in this one, toxic relationships, possibly OOC characters.

“I am not going to tell you again, my love.” Vil bends down to get in your face, already wearing his ceremonial robe and heels. He points a finger in your face, like you’re a small child or a dog, “If you continue to pick at your skin, I am going to let Rook punish you this time.”

You swallow and look away, and Vil pinches your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, pulling your head so you’re looking at him again. His violet eyes bore into you, and you swallow again.

He looks offended, almost, “Well? Have you forgotten basic manners? Speak.”

Your voice sounds dry and weak, “Yes, Vil. I understand.”

He seems satisfied enough with that, moving around as he continues to prepare for whatever school-wide assembly is happening today. He elegantly tucks his hair behind his ear and sighs, scrolling through some page on his phone.

You remain standing where you are, turning your head to look out the window. It’s so pretty outside, but you only get to leave this room whenever Rook is watching you or Vil sends you on an errand. It’s always spring, never too hot, never too cold, but you’re sweating anyway.

Vil approaches you again and tilts your face back so you’re looking at him with a hand on your cheek. His eyes narrow a fraction.

“Your skin doesn’t seem to like this foundation. Make sure you discard it today; I’ll get you a new one.” He bends down again, this time to press a chaste kiss to your lips. He rubs his own together after pulling away and smudges his thumb over your bottom lip, “Hmm. What lipgloss is this?”

Your voice doesn’t sound so dry, but it still doesn’t sound like you, “Uh… The dark red one with the metallic purple? ‘Electric Berry’?

He’s silent for a second, just staring down at your lips as he cups your chin, and then he sighs and turns away, “It’s sticky. I’d tell you to wash your face and reapply your makeup, but that’d be a waste. Make sure you put on lip balm next time.”

You swallow, “Yes, Vil. I understand.”

“I have to get going now. You’d better be at least halfway done with that list by the time I return.” He breezes towards the door and gives you a last, long look. He’s completely silent before he leaves, closing the door behind him.

Your palms ache. You stiltedly wander towards the list pinned in the closet, glad to see it’s not insane today. All you need to do is tidy the bathroom and skim through Vil’s mail to see if it’s anything but hate mail or advertisements. Tack on getting rid of that foundation and that’s it, at least until he returns at lunch.

You relished this time to yourself, even if it was just cleaning or whatever else. Vil always said that motion is good for you, a structure does the mind good. You didn’t care much anymore. As you sat down to search through his mail, finding nothing but the usual hate mail and what appears to be a poem from Rook (why did he even mail that? He’s not even down the hall from this room,) you catch yourself craving something sweet.

The diet Vil has you on sucks. He has assured you that your body is lovely, and he is having you eat like this to help clear your skin, but really you just want something. Anything, you’d even take a breath mint over this lack of junk food. You’re young, what young person doesn’t enjoy gratuitously unhealthy food? A basket of french fries? Ice cream?

You frown to yourself and toss the last of the mail into the recycle bin. You know he’s just going to check it over again anyway, but at least you’re moving around. That’s what he would say.

By the time you’re almost done scrubbing the tub, you hear the door open. You don’t want to go greet him, so you pretend you didn’t hear anything and keep cleaning, making sure to disinfect the non-slip mat that resembles a bunch of ugly gems glued together.

You hear him clicking towards you, and his hand rests on your shoulder, “Going above and beyond today? I have lunch, come eat.”

You school your expression and stand up, pulling off your cleaning gloves and hanging them on the rim of the tub before you follow Vil. He ensconces himself in his desk chair, leaving you to awkwardly lift the stool near his vanity. He hates it when you push the furniture.

He clucks his tongue, not even looking at you, “Lift with your knees, darling. As much as I’d love to massage your back if you pull something, I simply don’t have the time.”

You can’t help it. You shoot him the nastiest glare you can muster as you lift with your knees, right as his eyes flick up to meet yours. You nearly drop the chair as his lips curl into a cold smirk.

“Do you have something to say?”

You hastily shake your head, “No, Vil-”

“Then don’t allow me to see that expression on your face again.” He bites, “Come sit down.”

You put the stool down a little harder than you mean to and take a seat beside Vil at his desk. He passes you your nice little container containing one of several things he gets you- a pile of leafy greens and chopped veggies on a bed of quinoa, fresh fruit, and a murky green smoothie topped with chia seeds.

You don’t like chia seeds. They remind you of frog eggs- a bunch of slimy lumps, sliding down your throat. You accept the straw Vil passes to you and stir the smoothie before eating in silence.

Vil doesn’t mind if you don’t thank him for feeding you. Since he’s keeping you here, it’s pretty much the least he could do. Still, it doesn’t make up for hearing about his boring day.

“This morning’s assembly was complete and utter chaos, as usual.” He muses, sipping his own smoothie. It’s a soft purple. “It’s ridiculous. Those brutes never wear their robes correctly.”

You don’t respond. There’s two reasons: first of all, you don’t care, and secondly, there’s a knock at the door. Vil hums, as though he’s been waiting for someone, and turns to face the door.

“Who is it?”

That boisterous voice you are so used to hearing echoes past the door, “‘Tis I, Roi du Poison. I have come to join you for lunch.”

You can hear the smile in Vil’s voice, “Oh, of course. Come in.”

As Rook walks in, you feel a stab of jealousy in your chest. He takes a breezy seat on the loveseat in front of Vil’s bed and glances at you. You break eye contact and dully pick at your salad.

Vil treats Rook so nicely. He considers his feelings and opinions, although he doesn’t always listen. He speaks to him as though he’s a person. You suppose Vil’s obvious care for Rook trickles down to you in some capacity, but it hurts. Vil claims that the two of you are lovers, but really you’re more like a doll.

“Do you mind meeting me in the lab later on, Rook?”

Rook chuckles from where he is and you cast another glance at him. His eyes meet yours, again, and you look away, again.

“I can always make time for you, beautiful Vil.”

You lamely pick at the fruit, having finished the salad, before you decide to save it for last. You take a sip of your smoothie after stirring it again and openly recoil, trying not to cough. You didn’t smell it, but there must be ginger in there, because there’s a mellow burn alongside the bitterness from the kale. It makes your eyes water and settles in behind your nose.

“Mmm. Something wrong?” Vil smiles at you.

You shake your head, blinking rapidly so you don’t start crying. There’s not enough tears to fall, but taking your chances is stupid, “No, Vil. The ginger just caught me off guard.”

“Oh. My apologies, I should have warned you. I don’t want you catching a cold, and you’ve been a little irregular. The smoothie also has spinach, kale, avocado, chia seeds, and, of course, a little mango.”

You nod and force yourself to smile, taking another sip and soldiering past the rush of that aromatic pain in your sinuses. “Oh, thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, darling.” Vil turns away from you to speak to Rook again, “What else did you have planned?”

“I thought I might take a walk. It is a wonderful day, non?” There’s a slight mocking tone to Rook’s voice, “Hardly the type of day to be cooped up all day, hmm?”

Vil furrows his eyebrows as you choke down the last of the smoothie. His voice is curt, “You can say what you mean.”

“Est-ce que je peux? You are not very open to suggestion.”

Vil narrows his eyes at Rook, taking a deep sip of his smoothie before he places it on the coaster sitting upon his desk. He uncrosses his long legs and stands, walking over to sit with Rook on the loveseat. Rook watches him approach with a smile, the same pleasant one he usually wears before he shoots you a beaming grin and turns to look at Vil.

Their conversation is hushed, and you can’t really make out all of what they say. You can hear someone say your name, Vil’s tone swiftly turns vitriolic, then sweetens once more, and Rook chuckles under his breath. When their little meeting is over, Vil walks back over and finishes his smoothie before petting your head like you’re some kind of cat.

His hand strokes the crown of your head, then smooths over your cheek, he cups your jaw and thumbs over the swell of your lip, all while staring at you with a look you cannot read. And then he tilts his head, and smiles.

“Make sure you thank Rook. And you mistook a letter from my father as garbage.”

“Yes, Vil.” You reply obediently, “Sorry, Vil.”

He smiles. Your palms ache, and you have to bite back the urge to move, to peel at your cuticles or scratch the sides of your fingers.

“I’ll see you in class, Rook.” Vil says politely before he tilts your face up and pecks you on the lips.

You’re left alone with Rook. He doesn’t get up, not yet. You remain where you are, looking at your slippers. You hear Rook stand up and discard his garbage. You can feel him come up to stand behind you.

“Has today been particulièrement difficile? My poor dear… You seem so sad today.” His arms wrap around you, looping them around your shoulders so they warm your collarbones like a scarf and he can rest his cheek against the back of your head. You hear him take a deep breath in.

With Vil, you don’t even try to speak anymore. You know he won’t really listen to you, because he knows better than you… But with Rook, as long as you wait a moment to make sure he is done speaking, he welcomes and even encourages you to speak your mind.

Your breath hitches and you swallow, “Uh, I mean… I guess I’m just having a bad day. It’s really been the same as usual.”

“Hmm.” Rook hums, completely devoid of emotion. You feel him turn his face so his nose is buried in your hair. He presses a kiss against your hair and sighs, “Ah, yes, the monotony of life is très épuisant, mmm?”

You wait for a second, then deliberately don’t answer the question in favor of asking your own, “Um, he said I should thank you?”

“Perhaps you should ask why more clearly. I have convinced our very own Vil to allow me to arrange a surprise for you.” Rook removes himself from your back and turns you around to face him, “And thus, I believe I have earned a kiss from you.”

“Wait, what?” You don’t get time to really back away or tell him to explain, as Rook squishes your cheeks with one of his gloved hands until your lips part.

His grip isn’t as harsh as Vil’s, but this is still something that only happens when you’re in more trouble than usual, so you involuntarily wince and close your eyes, cowering away from Rook as he dips his tongue into your mouth and slithers it between your teeth.

It is very easy to like Rook. He is passionate, and he’s far more kind to you than your supposed lover is. He’s intelligent and has an adonis-like form, and if not for the taste of blood on his tongue from whatever he ate for lunch or the grip he has on your face, maybe you would enjoy this kiss. But the big issue is that Rook honestly frightens you a little.

It’s absolutely not his fault, not entirely. Upon first meeting him, it was hard to tell if he was being genuine. He’s difficult to read, as he is often wearing the same set of expressions and his tone is always a bit melodramatic.

His hand releases your face to clamp around the base of your head, his tongue twisting in your mouth, pressing against the crevices in your teeth.

Not only is Rook hard to read, he is also uncannily observant and will not hesitate to ask somewhat invasive questions about his observations. The fact that he dresses in a way that conceals his mass is also disconcerting, as you were unaware that he had such a build until you saw him roll up his sleeve one time. You were aware Vil could do a lot of damage, but that was the day you realized that Rook was capable of doing about as much as Vil, if not more.

He purrs into your mouth, the vibrations feeling oh-so-wrong, and his other hand clamps down on your shoulder. He sucks your tongue into his mouth. It’s not a good feeling, as he is literally stealing what little air is in your mouth. When you feel something feather light flutter against your lashes and cheek, you feel a bit confused for just a moment, not even a second, before you realize that Rook just blinked. His eyes are open.

He pulls away and sighs, almost dreamily. You suppress your distressed sputtering, holding your breath as Rook stares at you.

“Ah, enough time has passed. I will need to leave you, mon lapin. Thank you for indulging me; your kiss was divine and tasted sweeter than the finest fruits!” He presses something into your palm and adjusts his hat before he casts you a wave and shuts the door.

You stand there, your lips drying out from the saliva left on them and your cheeks feeling a little odd from the way he was holding your face. You’re processing, because, ever as always, Rook is simulated spontaneity. So many things just happened, and you don’t…

You blink a few times and look down at your aching palm stupidly. The crimson cellophane crinkles as you unclench your fist. He gave you a piece of candy.

Just looking at it makes you start crying. One second you’re staring wide-eyed at the little lump of sugar, and the next your vision is blurring and you’re crying off your makeup, plump tears cascading down your face. Your nose begins to run and you sniffle. You can’t find it in yourself to sob, because you’re mostly certain that these are happy tears.

Unfortunately, you can’t eat the candy now. If you threw the wrapper away, Vil would notice it in the garbage and you’d get in trouble for “breaking your diet plan.” So you hide it in the very back corner of the drawer of Vil’s armoire. You’ll be tidying it on your own anyway, and Vil never reaches all the way into the back of it.

Once your tears have stopped, you stand up and go back to cleaning the bathroom. It’s spotless and smells like lavender and lemons about an hour before Vil gets back, so you decide to skim one of the books on the shelves.

It’s not long before you’re bored with that as well. You carefully put the book back and wander over to the lattice window, staring out of it. The window, paired with your usual low mood, made you sort of feel like a bird in a very ornate cage.

From where you are, about three stories up, you notice a familiar figure notching an arrow before he unnotches it and takes a knee. You blandly spectate as he fiddles with the bow.

Partway through him notching the arrow again, you see his hat tilt. He’s far away enough that you can’t see his eyes, but you can feel his stare. His gloved hand bends his brim and you jerk away from the window, only to bump into someone.

You don’t get to shriek, as a hand clamps over your mouth. It’s just Vil, but you don’t relax yet as he drags you towards the bed and deposits you there.

“How many times must I tell you to stay away from the window?”

He’s never once told you to stay away from the window. Not as far as you can recall, at least. Your lips tremble and you decide it’d be more wise to keep silent.

Vil glares down at you and you feel the rest of your body start to tremble. His lips curl into a displeased sneer, “You didn’t wash your face after crying?”

“N-no, Vil-”

“We do not stutter.” Vil hisses, bending to get in your face. He stares at you for a moment before standing straight again, “Speak up.”

You swallow and clench your hands into fists, “No… Vil. I… got rid of the foundation like you, um… asked me to. I wouldn’t have been able to redo-”

“Alright. Go wash your face.” Vil interrupts you again.

You jump up and rush into the bathroom, going through your skincare routine. You can feel Vil staring at you, your skin crawling under his gaze. As you rub moisturizer into your skin, Vil finally says something.

“Did Rook do something to you, darling?” His tone is soft, tentative.

You glance at him, blinking a few times. What does he mean by ‘something’? He did do something, but it wasn’t bad, or particularly different.

“Um… Not exactly.” You say, massaging your forehead.

“I see. What did he do?”

You look down at the sink. You’re not saying anything about the candy. “Rook kissed me?”

“That should not be a question.” Vil says. You see him shake his head through your peripheral, “Would you like to change your clothes before I redo your makeup?”

You’d like to ask what he’s talking about, but instead, you look down at your clothing. You don’t have a proper Pomefiore uniform because you’re not a part of this dorm. You’re an interloper- or a caged bird.

You don’t know what to do here. You don’t want to say something wrong and unintentionally offend Vil. Your palms ache. You give him a confused look from where you are.

He doesn’t look impressed, but before he can say anything about you gaping at him, you speak up, “What… am I supposed to do?”

You’ve only seen Vil surprised a few times. He raises his eyebrows and looks at you as though you’ve grown two heads, then sighs, “Well, I suppose I’d like to see you in something else. I’ll choose your outfit.”

That’s nothing new, he always does that. You wait in the bathroom for him to return. He strolls back in with a mockery of the Pomefiore uniform. There’s a deep purple cloak and capelet, which Vil drapes on the bed before handing you the actual clothes. It’s a very ruffled dress shirt, the long, puffy sleeves cinched into more ruffles at the wrist paired with a pair of black bloomer-style shorts. The buttons are all white and gold, marbled together.

Vil leaves the bathroom and you change, neatly tucking your previous clothing away in the hamper. When you leave, as usual, Vil picks at your clothing, making sure it looks as good on you as he pleases, and then he steers you to sit down.

For however vicious he can be, Vil can be oddly gentle. For every time he grabs you roughly, his touch is feather-light ten more times. He hums a soft tune as he puts light makeup on you, just your eyes and lips, and then he drapes the cloak around your shoulders and places his hands on his hips.

“You look lovely. Go put on the pair of gold boots with the black decals.”

You do as told. He very likely wants to just take pictures of you or something so he can ask that Mira app about it.

Except when you stop in front of him, he doesn’t tell you to go sit in the loveseat or on the table near his window, no, he scoops you up and presses his forehead against your jaw.

“Oh, when did you put on this cologne? What a ravishing smell on you.” He presses a kiss on the column of your throat and breezes out of his dorm room's door.

Almost immediately, you go limp in his arms, like a doll. He never gave you explicit verbal permission to leave this room, so the curse he placed on you when he decided you should be his smashes into you like a giant wave at the beach.

Vil carries you all the way outside and looks at your face, then happily struts along the path behind the dorm. Since you can’t turn your head, you can only go off of the view of Vil’s neck and chin, the sky, and whatever you can hear.

“Ah, I am glad to see you did not change your mind, Roi du Poison. J'aurais été très déçue et triste pour notre chéri.” You hear Rook say.

You can almost feel Vil get a mite warmer, “Yes, well. Hand me the basket. Since you want to make out with them and make them cry, you get to carry them as an apology.”

Rook happily scoops you out of Vil’s arms, giving you a cloying look as he strolls along. He and Vil chat as they walk, something not really worth listening in on, just boring musings about class and “this teacher did x” or “that student did y”. An insect lands on your cheek and you are incapable of batting it away or expressing your discomfort. Its legs tickle the peach fuzz on your face and you remain still, like a corpse.

Rook slides you into a seated position, posing you like a toy before shooing the bug off of your face. Now you can see that you’re in a clearing in the woods, seated on a picnic blanket. There’s a few lanterns staked into the ground, and Rook and Vil are busy with whatever is on the floor. You can’t look down, so your best guess is that it’s a picnic.

Vil leans over and snaps in your face, smiling kindly at you, “Now. If I release you, you are not going to run. You are not going to so much as consider running. We are going to have a nice picnic with no shenanigans from you.”

You can’t nod, so you just stare at him, trying to telepathically communicate.

He looks pleased enough, “Wonderful. I give you permission to leave our room.”

Your muscles relax and you look back, finding that you’re leaned against a log. The picnic spread is very nice, as well. It looks like finger sandwiches. You’re not expecting to get to eat one, as you haven’t had bread since Vil switched up your diet. Vil passes something to you.

“Oh.” You mumble, staring at the plate Vil hands you.

It’s a sandwich. A very wonderful looking sandwich, cut into triangles and with the crusts still on. You blink at it a few times and look back up at Vil.

“Don’t expect this to be a pattern. This is a treat for good behavior.”

You look back down, “Yes, Vil.”

“There’s no need to remind them. They’re being obedient.” Rook’s voice is more firm than you expected to hear him ever speak. Usually his tone is buoyant, and you’ve never seen him outright pick a fight with Vil like this.

“Please. You give anyone an inch, they’ll take a mile.” Vil cuts back, then turns to you and pets your head like a dog or a cat again, “Eat your food, beautiful.”

You take a bite. Bread is just as good as you remember it. The air feels thick, like you’re in a bubble as Vil and Rook communicate through eye contact alone. Before you know it, your sandwich is gone and your hands are covered in crumbs. Rook, still staring at Vil with that happy little smile, wipes your hands and places a glass in your hands. Whatever is in it smells sweet. You take a tentative sip.

Were it Vil, you would have never drank whatever this is. It kind of tastes like a mellow mixed berry juice. It’s very pleasant, actually. Better than the potion Vil used to lace your food and drinks with. You smile into the cup and Vil snatches it from you.

He takes a sip and frowns, handing it back, “Mmm. I have an even better surprise.”

Rook pulls your legs into his lap and gently kneads your calves as you watch Vil rifle through the picnic basket. What is happening? You sip your juice and Vil produces a triangular container. He places a fork on top and hands it to you.

You finish the last of your juice and accept the box, looking conspiratorially at Rook. Something you can’t put your finger on dances in his eyes and he digs his thumb into your shin a little strongly. You flinch and cautiously open the box. It’s a piece of fluffy white cake, with even fluffier meringue and an uncannily perfect cherry wedged into it.

You look at Vil, expecting some kind of trick. Not that he’s ever done that before, usually he’d just take it from you or make some snide comment, things like that, but he and Rook are acting really strange today,

“I know how much you long for junk food, so I spent some time after club activities today whipping up some angel food cake. It’s got agave instead of sugar so it won’t completely break your diet and your skin won’t suffer as much.”

Yeah, this is weird. The cake is good, though, it’s fluffy and sweet. You pace your bites so that Vil won’t make a comment and you can savor this. You can feel both of their eyes on you and it makes your skin crawl.

You lower the cake box and look at Vil, who looks a bit offended for just a second. The fleeting expression is replaced by a pleased little grin, the mauve lipstick making the curve of his lips all the more sinister in the dimming light.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, Vil.” You glance at the cake and then back at him, “I’m… I’m sorry, I’m a little confused.”

“Why?” Rook asks.

Your shoulders jerk as you turn your head to look at him. You weren’t expecting him to say anything. His chest swells in what appears to be a suppressed chuckle as he squeezes your knee. It seems his hands have climbed.

“Uh…” You swallow, “This is just… not what I’m used to.”

“The cake?” Vil looks hurt. Why does he look hurt?

You shake your head rapidly, “No! Oh- No, Vil. I… It’s just been so long since I’ve been out here…”

“Do you want to go inside, chéri?” Rook murmurs.

You do, but you also don’t really want to risk sounding ungrateful. Being outside has stressed you out more than you’d like to admit. You’re not really sure what to do because Vil has you trained like a dog, and none of what he’s hammered into you involves picnics. You’re scared.

Rooks eyes narrow as you just stare at him. Your chest hurts from how hard your heart is throbbing, and on the other side of you, Vil sighs.

“Well, I’ll start cleaning up, then. When we get back, I expect you to take a seat on the bed.”

That sounds like what happens every time you get in trouble. A terror shudders through you and your eyes water a bit as you gnaw on your lip. Your palms ache as you fight to keep from picking at your cuticles. Vil packs up everything and Rook offers you a princely hand to help you up.

You can feel the calluses on his hands through his gloves as he essentially lifts you to your feet. You keep between Rook and Vil as you walk back to the dorm.

It’s quiet, since everyone else is winding down for bed. For a moment, you think you spot Epel, but you’re not sure. It doesn’t matter anyway. None of your old friends talk to you anymore. Not since Vil started having eyes for you.

Just as you were told, after taking off your boots you take a seat on the bed and retrieve the silver ruler from the side-table’s drawer. You place it beside you as you look down at your feet. You look down at the streaky bruises on the lighter skin on your palms and try not to start crying. It’s always worse when you cry.

He adds smacks by twos. Depending on what you did, you start with four or six, and then any time you flinch or pull away or make a loud noise, he adds two more. Last time, you spilled one of his nail polishes, and after watching you clean it up, you ended up getting ten lashes.

At least Rook didn’t do it then. He tries to make it quick but that just makes it hurt more. A tear slips down your cheek.

You don’t even know what you did. You tap the tear track dry with one fingertip and Vil and Rook fully enter the room.

“Why is the ruler out?” Vil asks, and then his voice goes sharp, “Are you crying?”

“I’m… I’m sorry, Vil.” You sob.

“I don’t know why.” He grabs the ruler and shoves it away before you can raise your hands, “Go wash your face.”

You stand up and shakily do as told, returning to sit on the bed. Vil goes into the bathroom after you and Rook takes a seat next to you, his hand on your shoulder.

He smiles at you, rubbing your shoulder, “You are très précieux, chéri.”

You look at him in a state of hollow bewilderment as he brushes his cheek against yours and presses a soft kiss to the shell of your ear.

You hear the bathroom door close and a tired sigh from Vil, “Do you have no patience?”

Your head jerks to look at VIl, “Rook is…?”

“Yes, he’s joining us tonight.” Vil plucks the loop of his sleeve from his middle finger and loosens his belt. You get the feeling that the next words he says aren’t for you, “Well, go ahead.”

You feel Rook’s chuckle more than you hear it. With his lips against your neck, his hands begin to slide. The hand on your shoulder rests on the nape of your neck and his other hand slides down to your thigh, then up to your waist. You try not to cringe against his touch, but it’s difficult.

His hand slides down again as he trails his teeth against the back of your ear. His thumb hooks in your pants and starts yanking them down. You outright flinch.

“Wait-”

“Relax, darling.” Vil mumbles, hanging his clothing in the armoire.

You try. You absolutely try. Rook throws your bloomers aside and rests his hand on your lower belly for a moment. He sighs into your ear and reaches up to unclasp your buttons.

You feel stiff. You want to push him away but you can’t move. It’s as though your body is frozen. It’s not due to a curse, so the only possible solution is that you’re quite literally scared stiff.

He pulls away your shirt and glances at Vil, “Are you prepared?”

“Please.” You can hear the smile on Vil’s lips as Rook turns back and kisses you again, his hand smoothing along your collarbone and shoulders.

Your underwear is the next to go. Of course it is. You fight to keep from breathing oddly, because you’re aware that if you pass out, Vil will get annoyed.

“Mmm.” The devil’s hand glides up your back and you fight back a shudder as Rook leans you backwards into his arms. “How are you feeling, darling?”

You’re honest, “I’m scared.”

“I thought you would say that.” Vil freely manhandles you, shifting you so you’re leaned chest to chest. He slides something off of the side table and passes it behind you, then cups your cheek, “You would save a lot of time and stress if you’d just learn to trust me.”

“I…” You hate him. You hate him so much. He keeps you here like a pet, and you don’t know how he’s supposed to expect you to treat him like a lover when he treats you the way he does.

Before you can articulate an answer that pleases Vil, a wicked burn besets your sphincter and you clench your jaw.

Vil’s voice is sharp, “Rook, please.”

You hear Rook make a noise underneath the harsh sound of blood rushing in your ears and your own heavy panting. Something cool oozes around the ring of your ass and you press your face against Vil’s chest. His robe is lazily tied, which is not particularly like him, and you can see his cock poking out where the fabric separates. You let out a strangled noise and Vil shushes you, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Relax. I know, you weren’t prepared. Relax.” Vil soothes.

“I don’t mind if you remain tense, chéri. Mon plaisir n'en est que plus grand. And your little cries and whimpers sont terriblement mignons.” Rook mumbles behind you.

Rook is better than Vil in most areas, but once he gets his dick inside of you, it’s as though he forgets to be caring and kind. The tables flip, with Vil acting the part of a caring lover and Rook becoming a sadistic bully. You let out a ragged sob as Rook rolls his hips and Vil hisses something that you don’t quite catch.

It almost sounded like he was telling Rook to slow down. That very well could have been the case, as Rook eases back a bit and only shallowly thrusts.

Vil continues petting you, coaxing you so your cheek is pressed against his thigh. He is always a perfect warm. He is always perfect, so it sort of makes sense, but his skin is a pleasant temperature. He feels alive, a perfectly human temperature that tells you he’s breathing and his heart is beating. As he fingers through your hair, Rook gives a harsher than usual thrust and you cry out.

“Rook, if you’re impatient then you’re going to hurt them, and neither of us have the time to take care of them all day.” Vil chides, and then his tone softens as he rubs the space between your shoulders, “Are you ready for me as well, darling?” “What…?” You ask, blearily. Somewhere in the back of your awareness, you know what he wants, but you can feel Rook’s thrusts growing impatient and seeing as you weren’t given any prep, you’re in a bit too much shock to think straight.

“Mmm… You’re awfully cute but I need you to be a bit more lucid.” Vil snaps in your ear and resumes his petting, “This isn’t the first time, sweetheart. I’m not going to hold your hand.”

The soft tip of his member spreads his pre like lipgloss against your lips. As you shakily open your mouth, you figure you’re lucky that Vil doesn’t have a chaotic, unhealthy diet like Leona or Ace, that he doesn’t drink coffee for fun or often like Deuce does. The taste of his skin is lightly floral and dominantly human, likely thanks to the body lotion he applies daily.

He hisses and presses against your forehead, “Ah-ah. You’re taking enough from Rook. Just the tip for me is fine.”

From behind, you hear Rook grumble under his breath, “Je n'en peux plus de cette merde…”

“Watch your- unf- watch your language, Rook.” Vil snarls, massaging the nape of your neck as you carefully lave your tongue over his glans.

Rook’s patience breaks, his hands clamping down on your waist, just above your hips. You have the sense to pull Vil’s cock out of your mouth as Rook begins battering into you.

As much as you feel okay about Rook, he is not a doting lover by nature. He’s mean and brutal, chasing his climax, and only after he cums does he bother to think about you or your needs. Your palms ache as you grab Vil’s member and gently tug on it. Vil flinches and snaps at you to get your attention.

You look to the side and for a second, as the pain ebbs, you assume you’re having an out of body experience, and then you realize that you’re staring into his vanity mirror. Rook’s hair exaggeratedly sways with his motion. He removed his hat but just haphazardly displaced the rest of his clothing. He’s not smiling, he’s making some sort of smug expression.

It’s funny. As Vil is satisfied with you weakly jerking him off, his touch gentle, Rook is wild on your other end. Every time you just barely begin to relax, he thrusts harder, which makes you tense and a spike of pain batters through you.

You endure as best you can. You endure every day, enduring through eating the same unfulfilling food, enduring through walking on eggshells around Vil, enduring getting your palms beaten to hell for the most human of errors, so what’s getting sodomized in the face of everything else you can handle?

You bite back a shriek as a harsh pinch on your bottom, followed by a smack administered by Rook. He leans down and blows in your ear, snickering as he leans back, “I thought you had given up the ghost for a second there.”

Vil sucks in a breath and you quietly mumble against his thigh.

“Hmm? I didn’t hear you, mon chou.” Rook’s voice is almost mocking, like before.

“P-please… Rook, I can’t-”

“You can. You’ll live.” He grunts, the steady clap of your ass against his body punctuating his statement.

“It hurts.” You sniffle. You’re not particularly prone to crying, but, then again, Rook and Vil usually prepare you before deciding to fuck your ass.

You sob and Rook’s grasp tightens on your waist, a ragged moan punching out of his chest. He pulls your body flush to his and jerks his hips into you, drilling a bit harder for all of four or five thrusts. And then he’s no longer on you, and you feel your body getting shifted so your head is still in Vil’s lap but you’re lying prone.

You tilt Vil’s dick down to massage the head with your tongue and something warm drips on your back. You hear a noise of disgust from Vil, capped by a quiet moan.

“Absolutely not. All three of us are getting in the tub if you don’t clean that up right now.”

Rook chuckles and coos, “Hmm, but it looks so lovely. My alabaster essence creates a wonderful contrast with their soft and supple skin.”

A flush of humiliation crawls up the back of your neck and you hide your face against Vil’s belly, using your own arm to hide the other half. Vil shudders as he pushes your head down a bit, but his voice sounds incredulous.

“That’s vile. It doesn’t have any proven health benefits, you know that.”

You felt Rook’s hands spreading his semen into the skin on your back and your palms ache as Vil cums in your mouth. He doesn’t do that often, so it hits you like a shock.

You gag but force it down and Vil shoots up, fretting over you.

“Did you just swallow that?” He bends down to look into your eyes.

“Yes, Vil.”

“You didn’t need to do that.” Vil snips, sounding much harsher than he might intend, “I’m going to run us a bath, alright, darling? I’ll make sure you can brush that icky stuff out of your mouth.”

It didn’t taste bad. Vil usually cums on your face as an incentive for you to wash your face very well after a day of wearing makeup, or he has you jerk him off until he cums, but the few other times you did taste it, it was the same as this time. It was mostly salty, not too bitter, likely from his good diet. Regardless, he breezes away and Rook gives your bottom a light tap. You stand up and glance at Rook, who is looking a bit disheveled but pretty pleased with himself.

“How are you feeling, cheri?”

“That hurt.” Your voice is quiet, and your throat is still lined with tears.

“Does it still hurt?” He smiles and tilts his head.

The sound of the tub running is thunderous even where you are. Vil would never tolerate you complaining, but Rook is amicable, “A little.”

“The bath will do you good, then. Come.”

You let Rook guide you into the bathroom, his hand on your elbow. As he undresses and joins Vil on the edge of the tub, you look down at your bruised hands and glance at the slowly closing bathroom door, then at Rook and Vil where they stand near the tub.

You can’t say you prefer either of them, really, but you don't get an opinion. Do dolls at tea parties get to ask for a different kind of tea?

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I posted an excerpt a while back from a wip I titled "shameless illario apologism" and I think it's time I post the whole thing because this stupid man resurrected my urge to write. a drabble about the ending of A Murder of Crows is beneath the cut with some mentions of Illario x oc because he is unfortunately my pookie. enjoy!

He looked so pitiful on his knees, gasping for air, one eye red and swollen from a particularly swift blow to the face. A single tear streaked down his bruised cheek, leaving a shimmering trail that caught the light with every breath he heaved. His doublet was more crimson than blue now, each dark blotch blossoming further across his chest as the blood from his wounds soaked into the embroidered silk.

It would never come out. Yet more stains to add to the ones quickly mounting on Illario Dellamorte’s reputation.

“What are you waiting for, cousin?” he panted, fully expecting Lucanis’ blade to sink into his flesh any second now. “Finish what you start.”

Though he cast his eyes downward, he refused to close them. He would not meet his end in the dark. But his grandmother’s voice made him raise his face, and his heart plummeted into his stomach as he watched her make her way toward the stage he knelt upon.

“Get up, Illario,” she said flatly, as if she were simply asking him to take his feet off the coffee table. “No one from House Dellamorte kneels.”

As Viago hoisted him roughly to his feet, he found himself wondering if his parents were forced to their knees as they died. Were Lucanis’ parents? Were their cousins? Were their cousins even old enough to stand?

Illario forced himself to meet Lucanis’ eyes. Defiant, even until the end. If he was going to die at his cousin’s hand, he would look him in the eyes first. He would look their grandmother in the eyes and hope, as he had hoped his whole life, that maybe she would see that her least favorite grandson was capable of more than she thought.

Lucanis asked his companion what to do with him. Rook. The woman who saved him from the prison he was in by Illario’s hand.

She responded with a question in kind: “Didn’t you say he’s like a brother to you? That he is your brother?”

As if Illario needed to feel even more shame. It was hard enough to look Lucanis in the eyes without memories of their childhood flashing across his mind. Wyvern-hunting. Prickle-burrs. Canes across the back. Coffee in the kitchen. Too-hot cookies. Tying knots with bloody fingers. Sauce-covered faces. Tear-stained cheeks. Crying against each other in the dark.

Lucanis was all he had. The only person he could ever rely on. The last member of his family who didn’t hate him, didn’t hurt him, didn’t think he was worthless. And Illario betrayed him.

Of course, when Illario taunted him, told him he used to be somebody, Lucanis replied with a bitter, too-quick, “And you never were.” Maybe he was hiding the hatred all along. Maybe he never respected Illario at all. Maybe Zara was right. His family never loved him.

“He was my best friend,” Lucanis said, looking at Rook. “One of my only friends, before you.”

Zara’s voice rang in Illario’s ears. A touching lie.

In a voice thick with the blood that coated his throat, Illario rasped, “You think you can show me mercy? That is not up to you, is it? Caterina is still First Talon.”

And like clockwork, Caterina answered, “His decision stands. Lucanis is the new First Talon of the Antivan Crows.”

Lucanis looked more surprised than Illario. He couldn’t muster shock. With both of them alive and present, this was the only possible outcome. This was why Zara told him he had to get rid of them. This was what he had suffered Lucanis’ presumed death to prevent.

“Viago, keep him out of trouble,” Lucanis said with a weary sigh. “I’ll come by to discuss the details in a day or two.”

“I’m no miracle worker,” Viago replied dryly, “but I’ll see what I can do.”

Illario the troublemaker. Dellamorte the Lesser. It was who he had always been. Sometimes, when he was in a more generous mood, he would joke about it. But it was always true, whether or not he gave himself the nickname in jest. Caterina saw him as an annoyance and a burden, and Lucanis… who knows how Lucanis really saw him? Right now, he was treating him like a little boy throwing a tantrum, not someone who had the throne of the most feared guild of assassins in Thedas within his grasp mere minutes ago. Was it brotherly love, or blatant disregard for everything Illario had accomplished?

All this for nothing. Worse than nothing. His grand prize was a crippling, mortifying defeat at the hands of the Demon of Vyrantium and an outsider, in front of every Talon, every House, every Crow with any kind of sway. The best he could hope for now was either a merciful death or a lot of short memories. His reward for his scheme, nearly two years in the making, was disgrace.

As Viago pulled him away, he looked only at his cousin. He mustered half a grin through the searing embarrassment. “Lucanis…”

“Don’t, Illario. Not now.” And he turned his head away.

Every step hurt worse than the last. His adrenaline wore off, leaving him tired and sore. He felt as pitiful as he looked. He felt like a child. His chest burned, his throat felt raw, and though his wounds stung and still seeped blood, it was his lungs that tightened, swelling with the urge to cry.

He had not cried since Lucanis’ wake. Ironically enough, Viago had to escort him up the stairs then, too. Illario suddenly wished he was as drunk as he’d been that night, or that Viago would be merciful enough to knock him out again. Based on the sheer hatred in his eyes, though, that seemed like a faraway prospect. And his head would still hurt in the morning without any of the blissful forgetfulness a drunken stupor would bring.

The only thing missing from the next morning would be Lidia. She’d practically torn the Diamond’s guest wing apart looking for him after the wake. She hounded him until he ate, followed him through the city until he was weary enough to sleep, held his head in her lap and ran her fingers through his hair and soothed him until he could drag himself out of bed. She never knew how much of that paralysis, that deep depression he fell into was pure guilt. And still, all she ever did was defend him. After that depression was over, when Caterina and Viago questioned his ability to return to work; after Lucanis came back, when he tricked her into leaving the Diamond just in time for Zara’s people to take Caterina; after he killed Zara, when he held Lidia with scrubbed-raw hands and told her he didn’t want to fight anymore and that he could finally give her everything he promised if she could only just trust him a little while longer…

There would be no similar concern from her this time - not after what he put her through. He drained her blood in her sleep so he could find her if she ever left. He lied to her for over a year about where he was and with whom. He kissed her goodnight and held her until she was fast asleep before swapping his chest for a pillow and sneaking out their bedroom window so he could see Zara.

He would return to Lidia before sunrise. That had been his promise to himself. Return to Lidia before sunrise, because she always looked her loveliest at dawn. He slipped back in through the window after a bath and crawled back into their bed, and she curled up against him and smiled and mumbled something drowsily about how he smelled nice. Every time, she asked if the job went well. Every time, he said yes. And every time, he felt that heavy ache like stones piled on top of his chest, another weight added with each contented sigh or nuzzle of her head.

He touched Zara with the same hands he touched her with only an hour before. He did it so many times he lost count. He always tried to make it up to her in the morning - a one-sided debt that kept growing and growing as he drew from her seemingly never-ending well of trust without ever replenishing it. Another betrayal to add to his list. Another person who actually loved him, lost to his own ambitions and Zara’s unfulfilled promises. He thought he would only lose Lucanis. He had prepared himself for that. He thought it would be quick and painless and Lucanis would never feel the sting of knowing his cousin - his brother - sold him out.

And now he stood at the door of the smallest guest room in Villa Dellamorte, having cost himself Lucanis, Caterina, Zara, Teia, and everyone else who may have loved or even simply tolerated him once. He had no one and nothing to show for his efforts.

Not even Lidia.

It would have been too much to hope that Viago would bring him to his own room. That would be much too comfortable for a traitor like him - and much too close to the new First Talon’s room. He stepped inside the guest room without a word to Viago, whose disapproving stare said more than enough to fill the silence.

As Illario sat weakly on the footstool at the end of the bed, Viago rolled his eyes and finally broke the quiet. “I’ll have a healer stop by. It’s more than you deserve, but I’m sure you know that. The First Talon wants you alive. Think on why.”

He locked the door behind him. And Illario was alone.

#dragon age: the veilguard #illario dellamorte #oc: lidia valisti #illarook #she isn't rook but hey it's a tag #lucanis dellamorte #he's in this for a bit too and HE'S dating rook so it's ok at least one dellamorte got her #gracewrites #datv spoilers #i'm not planning on posting this to ao3 rn but if i do other drabbles about him and lids in the future i might make a collection #i hope you enjoyed the read <3!!!#i don't even know if this classifies as a drabble. it might be too long. idk. it is a piece.#x: how easy you are to need

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nyxvalelovesdragonage · 27 days ago

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I just wanna be yours

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Nyx (Rook)/Lucanis Dellemorte

This is just PWP, enjoy!

Cross-posted on AO3!

“You- how did– the whole time-” Nyx floundered to come up with the right words, his mouth refusing to cooperate. “You were doing this on purpose.” A statement of fact, because they both knew he was right. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, mi amor,” he purred in response.

Rook liked to consider himself a well-composed man, he didn’t flinch even when in the company of gods. But when it came to Lucanis… he seemed to lack that composure that he so desperately needed. He was either a clumsy fool or a horny bastard. For some reason Lucanis loved it and put up with him more often than not.

Today was not one of those days. His composure, usually so sure in the face of unruly Venatori mages, was severely lacking. A few mistakes never hurt anyone, but Rook was starting to get concerned he might get himself killed with another misstep. It was a terrible day to fight anyone, much less the venatori. Damp, drizzly, and slippery. The rain did them no favors besides dragging them down. But no Venatori would be allowed to roam Treviso anymore, not after Illario was caught.

All of his mistakes pointed to one very particular person.

Lucanis.

It was his damn mouth. Lucanis’ mouth was… too nice for its own good. The way he snarled and bared his teeth after every kill, or when his lips curled back in disgust at every venatori they spotted. The best though was when Rook slowed and lagged behind, and Lucanis would move a little ahead before turning back to him. When their eyes met, his lips would quirk just a little into the makings of a smirk. One that was dangerous, the kind that made Rook melt.

So maybe Rook was on the other end of the spectrum; far, far from a clumsy fool. It was partially due to the fact that it was just him and Lucanis fighting off stray Venatori in Treviso, mostly because Lucanis kept looking at him like that. As if he knew a secret that Rook did not. It was beyond sexy and Rook couldn’t help but slow down more often than he usually did just to have Lucanis gaze back at him.

He was getting worked up and Lucanis hadn’t really even done anything. Just being his usual charming self and giving Rook all of his attention. He probably didn’t even know what Rook was feeling right now; the Crow was more oblivious to the inner workings of desire than Rook thought possible. He’d grown better over the time they’d been together, but he still found Rook’s sexual desire an enigma.

Rook hadn’t realized he stopped walking until there was a gentle hand on his forearm that shook him from his thoughts. His eyes darted up to meet Lucanis’, who was giving him a concerned look. Why was he so close? Dammit, he wasn’t helping matters. When they were this close, all Rook could think about was when Lucanis had grown jealous and recklessly fucked him into his mattress. Rook blinked a few times to rid himself of the lustful memories.

“You’ve been stopping more than usual. Should I be worried?” Lucanis tilted his head slightly and his lips curled into a smile. That damn smile, those fucking lips. Rook’s eyes inadvertently snapped down to Lucanis’ mouth and he did his best not to make the movement too obvious.

“I think I need a minute,” Rook finally forced out as he pressed a hand to his burning cheek. He needed to calm down, he needed a splash of cold water to the face. He needed to not pop a boner in the middle of Treviso just because his boyfriend kept looking at him a certain way.

The hand on his arm tightened slightly and Lucanis tugged on it. Rook didn’t protest as he led him out of the crowded streets of Treviso and into a more secluded area. Nyx wasn’t as familiar with Treviso as Lucanis was, the twists and turns doing nothing to help his sense of direction. Finally, Lucanis stopped in what appeared to be an alleyway. Not a single person dwelled in the narrow space, and it was pretty clean for a back alley, without a scrap of trash.

Rook immediately leaned back against the brick wall of one of the buildings and blew out a long breath. The humidity was stifling and made his skin sticky with sweat. Today was a fucking awful day to be in Treviso, all it did was remind Rook of his days in Minrathous. Maker, he hated sweating.

How could Lucanis stand being in this weather with his heavy outfit on like that? Rook would be drenched in sweat if he wore something like that in the sauna that was Treviso. Nyx’s eyes idly traced over Lucanis’ body and his previous line of thinking came rushing back in a blur. Rook let his head fall back against the brick wall and he closed his eyes to focus on his breathing rather than Lucanis’ taut muscles underneath all that padding.

“Something on your mind, Rook?” Lucanis’ dulcet tone was like a melody to his ears. Rook cracked open his eyes to find Lucanis closer to him, peering up at him. He was worried, and here Rook was thinking about ripping his damn clothes off.

The words slipped from his mouth before he could even think, “there’s a lot on my mind right now.” And you’re certainly not helping things by being so close.

His regret was immediate as Lucanis cocked an eyebrow and a small smile played at his lips. Rook yearned to know what was going through the man’s mind right now, what he was thinking about when he smiled like that. Were his thoughts about Rook?

It felt like the temperature rose a few degrees as Lucanis sidled closer and braced his hand against the wall next to Nyx’s neck. Maker’s breath, why was he getting closer? His concern was endearing, but misplaced. Rook’s mind was in the gutter and Lucanis had no earthly idea.

“Pray tell,” Lucanis murmured while looking up at Rook with smoldering eyes. It was at this point that it dawned on him. It must’ve been written all over his face because Lucanis’ mouth curved into a knowing smirk.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, mi amor,” he purred in response. A shiver ran through Rook’s entire body and he reached back to dig his nails into the scratchy stone brick behind him. With Lucanis in his bubble, all he could smell was coffee and Antivan leather. His scent was pleasantly overwhelming, drowning out the smell of rain and making him dizzy.

“How did you figure it out? What gave me away?” Rook asked curiously. He was fighting tooth and nail to behave himself, to keep himself from just grabbing Lucanis and smothering him in a kiss. Yet his mind was consumed with ruminations of Lucanis’ bare body against his, pinning him against the wall while his co-

“Nyx,” Lucanis chuckled lightly, snapping him out of his reverie, “you do realize I am First Talon of the Antivan Crows, yes? I am supposed to notice every change in someone’s body language,” his hand settled on Rook’s waist, fingers gently tugging on his tucked-in shirt, “read every expression on their face.” His hand slipped under his shirt, cold against his skin as he hiked the fabric up. Rook shivered against his touch.

“So basically…” Rook began as he reached out to press a hand against the man’s chest, “everything gave me away.” He could feel the flutter of Lucanis’ heart under his palm, betraying his excitement, his desire. It had been foolish to even think Lucanis didn’t notice his eyes roaming over him, or the way his desire touched every move he made while in the presence of the man he adored. Rook was a Crow too, after all. Not like the First Talon, he couldn’t read his opponent’s every move or emotion like attending to a dance partner. But he should know enough to not underestimate Lucanis. More so because he’d taken to studying Nyx, learning what his body wanted without his knowledge.

The smile that escaped Lucanis shot through Rook like lightning. He shouldn’t be able to so easily unravel him with just a scrunch of his eyes and a curl of his mouth, yet Rook found himself pressing more of his weight against the wall behind him. His knees were threatening to waver under that molten gaze, but he held strong as best he could.

“I have an unfair advantage,” Lucanis’ voice was velvet and his words only heightened his sensitivity to his touch. Rook moved his free hand to grab a hold of Lucanis’ forearm to stop him from exploring his body’s hidden depths, his hand having pushed Nyx’s shirt almost all the way up to his shoulder to gain access to his soft chest.

Lucanis’ reaction was instant and he eased his hand away with a tilt of his head. Worry painted his features and Rook was uncertain if it was real worry or he was acting it out once more. Rook’s mouth slipped open to speak, but nothing would form as Lucanis stared at him with those big, brown eyes. There was a tight knot forming in Nyx’s stomach, arousal snaking its way through him and making it hard for him to concentrate on what was going on. When he breathed in, all he could smell was Lucanis. The distinct scent of Antivan coffee and expensive leather, and a subtle taste of some kind of aftershave. Nyx had smelled it countless times before, but each time became more intoxicating than the last.

Lucanis was so close, so far in his personal space that Nyx would only have to move an inch for their lips to meet. The minute details of his face were on display for Rook to see and he took in everything from the worry lines creased on his forehead down to the way his lips pressed tightly together. Everything about him was beautiful, the only way Rook knew to describe it. Each scar, each wrinkle a story that Rook desired to know more about. His resolve was slipping away like the morning tide and Lucanis hadn’t even done anything to merit such a reaction.

“Too much?” Lucanis’ words were hesitant, much like a puppy after being scolded. It was enough to snap Rook back to the present and he focused his eyes on Lucanis’ face. If there was one thing Lucanis excelled at, it was making sure, without a doubt, that Rook was comfortable. No matter the circumstance, the Crow put aside everything for Nyx, and did so happily. He loved so fervently, so wholly that Rook had never stood a chance. Even now he stared up at Rook, practically begging for approval, for permission. It was a rare show of vulnerability, strictly reserved for Rook’s eyes only. And it wasn’t as if Nyx had any want to say no to his lover, to push him away and leave. He’d put his hunger out on the table much earlier, and yet Lucanis still had qualms. Still wanted that verbal confirmation.

A laugh bubbled up from somewhere in his throat and Nyx shook his head slightly, “I’m the one who was getting all hot and bothered, and you’re asking if you’re too much?” Fingers slid up Lucanis’ neck before settling right above his jawline. Lucanis’ eyes flicked towards Rook’s hand before he instinctually leaned into it. His eagerness was endearing, if rare to come to fruition.

While the soft touches and agile dancing of their hands across each other’s skin was equable and relaxed, Rook ached for something more. His want from earlier only escalated the longer they stood in close proximity. Lucanis’ hips were nearly pressed against Nyx’s, enough to where he felt as if he was pinned to the wall. Burning desire twisted through him like tree roots, overtaking any other emotion he felt in the moment. They pulsed and constricted and all his blood was soon flowing down south in a heated rush.

Rook, with an amazing amount of restraint against his growing hunger, leaned forward and pressed his lips to Lucanis’. His lips were chapped from months of drinking hot coffee nonstop, but they tasted like a rich, sweet cup of coffee themselves. It reminded Nyx of when Lucanis had described the coffee from Cafe Pietra during their first outing together. Like a kiss goodbye. Rook hadn’t understood the simile until he’d shared his first kiss with Lucanis. Nothing would ever compare.

Lucanis’ hand clamped down on the back of Nyx’s neck, pulling him forward so their bodies pressed flush. Rook let out a noise akin to a whimper as his own hand slipped from Lucanis’ face down to grip at his leather overcoat. They shouldn’t be so desperate to kiss, they kissed all the time in the privacy of the Lighthouse. Nyx had always been extremely affectionate and attached, which Lucanis had needed so intensely in his life. Their nights spent together, whether making love or not, were always spent with stroking hands and tangled legs. No matter where they were, Lucanis and Nyx gravitated towards one another as naturally as breathing.

Rook relished in the way Lucanis felt against him, his lean frame and wiry muscles enfolding him until his body was all he could feel. He was hazily aware of Lucanis’ free hand moving back to that familiar spot where his shirt had been untucked and icy cold fingers gripping his waist to keep him stationary. Nyx nipped at Lucanis’ bottom lip before the man dipped his tongue into Rook’s mouth. His grip tightened on Lucanis’ shirt as he sucked, earning the tiniest of noises from his lover. It was more than enough to spur Nyx on as their tongues intertwined.

“Rook,” Lucanis broke away from him first, cheeks flushed in a gorgeous shade of pink all the way to the tips of his ears. Rook wanted nothing more than to commit that erotic face to his memory, to have it forever. Lucanis looked heavenly, other-worldly when he stared at Rook like that. Like he desired nothing more in this world than Nyx himself. Half-lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips that yearned for Rook’s mouth only. It should be illegal for Lucanis to look at him like that, as the things it did to Rook were unparalleled.

“We should head back,” he said against his mouth before Nyx kissed him once more. They shared another heated kiss for a few precious moments and then Lucanis once more pulled back. “Rook. Mierda, I can’t stand here like this with you. The things–” he let out a low growl as his hand tightened on the back of his neck. He lowered his voice an octave, earning a pleasurable shiver from Nyx, “The things I want to do to you right now. We need to go to the Lighthouse.”

No, Nyx wouldn’t make it that far. Not with how unbelievably hot he’d grown in the past couple of minutes. He needed to be satiated now, lest he lose his current desires. He knew why Lucanis was so insistent, the reasoning wasn’t good enough in his mind though. Public displays of affection were frowned upon in the Dellemorte household, much more so sexual acts with the same gender. Many times that issue had cropped up in their relationship already, with Lucanis tentative with any sort of touching, down to holding his hand out in the public eye.

To be caught having sex in a back alley? Especially with someone like Rook? It would ruin House Dellemorte, not to mention ruin Lucanis’ reputation. Elves weren’t as criticized in Antiva as they were in Minrathous, but the racism still existed. That, coupled with the fact Rook was a man… It spelled disaster.

But disaster never stopped Rook.

“Amatus,” he purred, snaking his fingers through Lucanis’ hair and cradling the back of his head. He wasted no time in guiding Lucanis around and swapping their positions so his lover was the one pressed against the wall. The Crow didn’t protest, his lips slightly ajar as he watched Rook with desire written all over his face. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Lucanis tilted his head once more, just slightly, and gave Rook a puzzled expression in response. It would be much easier to show him rather than tell him what he planned on doing. Even though his own cock was starting to fill out from the idea playing out in his head, he ignored it in favor of concentrating on unhooking Lucanis’ belt.

It would be simple to just pull his pants down to his ankles, to take what he wanted. Lucanis wouldn’t complain, he seemed to enjoy a more dominant side of Rook. But such behaviors were not in Nyx’s nature, especially when it came to someone he truly cared about. So once Lucanis’ belt was undone and his pants unbuttoned to reveal his briefs underneath, Rook’s eyes darted up to meet his lover’s. No matter how pent up he felt, he would stop if Lucanis gave the word.

“Is this okay?” Rook breathed out with an earnest look.

It seemed Rook wasn’t the only one with a crumbling resolve. Lucanis’ face shifted, his expression practically unreadable as he regarded Nyx. He only did something like that when the gears in his brain were turning. Refusing to show emotion while he parsed through his own thoughts. Simply put, it was interesting yet maddening to watch. Rook had never nailed down that look, even during his Crow training. Such a look fit Lucanis much more than it did Nyx.

“Yes,” the word left his mouth in reverence, a blessing given directly to Rook. It comforted him to know that Lucanis wanted this as much as he did. The thought of pressuring the man into doing something he was uncomfortable with… such a thing did not sit well with him at all. But he pushed that thought out of his mind for the time being as he sank to his knees. The cobblestone under his knees scraped and pulled at the fabric of his pants, and his boots squeaked when he settled. The position wasn’t the most comfortable, the stone already digging hard into his knees, but his attention was fully captured by Lucanis. Lucanis, who, at the moment, looked much like a hala about to bolt.

Rook gently took a hold of Lucanis’ waistband and eased his pants down along with his briefs. He paused halfway down his legs and glanced around, half-expecting someone to just randomly show up. When nothing of the sort happened, Rook dropped his pants and dragged his eyes up to look at Lucanis in all his glory.

What he saw stole the breath from his lungs. Desperate want was etched across every feature on Lucanis’ face as he pressed the back of his hand to his mouth. His cock was already at full length, as if anticipating this exact moment. The fine, dark, downy hair around his length stretched up, up, up and disappeared tantalizingly underneath his shirt. Rook’s mouth watered at the sight and his own cock pressed against the tight fabric of his pants incessantly. Rook’s tongue darted out to lick at his lips as he drank in the sight above him. He would never ever tire of seeing Lucanis like this for as long as he lived.

Nyx leaned forward almost eagerly and kissed the tip of his cock before he took the entire head in his mouth. The response was immediate as Rook pressed one hand against Lucanis’ taut thigh and the other gripped the base of his length. There was no noise, nothing spilled from Lucanis’ mouth but his eyes were drilling into Rook, smoldering like dying embers. The elf’s eyes flicked up to meet Lucanis’ as he lowered his mouth further down on his erection.

Lucanis’ face was utterly distracting in the best way possible. Nyx had looked up to make sure Lucanis was doing okay and instead all he could see was how aroused Lucanis appeared. How could the First Talon go from calm, composed, and teasing to this within a few minutes? What kind of spell did Nyx have up his sleeve to alter the Demon of Vyrantium’s composure this drastically?

Yet, it wasn’t enough. It was only fair that Rook got his payback after Lucanis teased him as he did earlier. Pretending he didn’t notice that Rook was staring, thinking about all the ways Lucanis could pin him down and fuck him relentlessly. Nyx popped his mouth off Lucanis’ cock and stared up at him with an ardent expression.

“Good?” He drawled out in a low voice, squeezing his hand around his length a little. His lips curved upwards into a lazy smirk, “Or should I stop?”

Lucanis’ thigh tensed up under Rook’s touch and he moved his hand away from his mouth. His mouth was hanging wide open while he tried to control his growing pants. Rook flicked his tongue out to wet his lips and he knew that Lucanis was watching every single movement with those beautiful brown eyes. It was almost too easy to work Lucanis up, sometimes Nyx wondered if Spite had something to do with it. It wasn’t the most outlandish theory, given previous interactions.

A low growl escaped Lucanis’ throat and a flicker of purple passed over his eyes. It gave enough of an indication that Spite was indeed in there still and aware of what was going on. Rook leaned forward and teasingly lapped at the head of Lucanis’ cock once more, regarding him with muted enthusiasm. There was a certain thrill to doing something so intimate in public, especially with the knowledge they could most certainly be caught. Antiva wasn’t a reserved nation, per say, but for someone to witness a blowjob in an alley? Highly unlikely, very scandalous.

“Use your words,” Nyx urged, “both of you.”

A deep groan resounded from Lucanis and Rook knew he hit the mark with his specific word choice. He was all too eager to just swallow Lucanis whole right now, taste him in the back of his throat while those calloused fingers gripped his hair roughly. But he tasted so much sweeter after fanning the flames a little.

Though it was clear that Lucanis was fighting tooth and nail not to let Spite show through. To not show how much Rook’s word affected him and probably Spite along with him. He reminded Nyx of an unruly puppy, refusing to be trained.

“Don’t-” Lucanis’ voice caught and Rook raised his eyebrows in response. “Don’t. Encourage him, Rook.” Certain what Rook expected, but it was something he could work with. He purposefully blew out a sigh against Lucanis’ cock, breath hot as he sat back on his calves a little. Lucanis offered nothing else in response, his body wound tight like a bowstring.

“Then tell me what you want, amatus,” he purred with gentle encouragement. “I’m all yours.”

If Lucanis’ face could grow any more red than it already had, it had hit that point. Each little minute movement in the man’s face revealed more and more of his inner dialogue. While his eyes were trained on Nyx’s face, he was somewhere else almost entirely. His lips were pursed and his eyebrows furrowed as he seemingly spoke to some invisible force. What was Spite saying to him? Even as a mage, Rook could not hear their conversations like Emmrich could. Such a talent would be a blessing to him, as Lucanis didn’t always tell him exactly what Spite said. And he rarely offered the demon control willingly.

“I want…” Lucanis finally spoke and Rook’s ears pricked, “I want you. Nyx, please, don’t stop.”

Nyx listened to that quiet plea in utter rapture, a soft little moan escaping his mouth. Rook fluttered his eyelashes up at his lover and nodded in satisfaction. With another lick of his lips, Nyx sunk his mouth back down on Lucanis’ straining erection. Rook carefully took more of his length until he reached his own hand wrapped around the base. He could feel the tip brushing the back of his throat so he took in a few more inches with a noise reminiscent of a groan.

Fingers threaded through his hair as soon as he pulled his mouth back all the way to the head and Nyx was quick to steal a look up at Lucanis. His free hand had moved back to his mouth to cover it and he was watching Nyx with a hazy expression. Rook needed no further incentive than that as he took his cock all the way back into his mouth.

The feeling of fullness in his mouth was indescribable, Nyx unable to form a coherent thought as he ravished Lucanis’ length with his mouth. With each pull back, Lucanis’ hand would tangle deeper into Nyx’s hair and urge him to move faster. Rook could feel himself starting to drool every time he sunk down and he couldn’t help but dig his nails into Lucanis’ thigh. His eyes fluttered closed and he slicked his tongue over the underside of his cock, tasting his precum coating the inside of his mouth.

“Mierda, Nyx. Fuck-” his words were muffled through his hand, but Nyx could hear him loud and clear, even through his own daze. His own desire was mounting, his erection straining painfully against his slacks, weeping to be touched. With no free hands, Rook couldn’t give himself the attention he so desperately needed. So he instead redoubled his efforts on Lucanis.

As if reading his mind, or perhaps catching a peek at his erection through his clothes, Lucanis shifted his weight and reached out his foot. The sole of his boot pressed insistently against Nyx’s cock and his fluid ministrations stuttered. Nyx nearly keened right then and there while that boot pinned down his erection just right.

“Nyx, Nyx,” Lucanis groaned his name, “I’m– fuck, I’m close. Please, please– I can’t-” he choked out another moan, louder this time. Loud enough to where Rook nearly paused to scan their surroundings. A moan like that… could be mistaken for a moan of pain. If any nearby Crow heard that-

All thoughts were cut off as the hand fisted in his hair physically, roughly forced him to swallow his entire length in one swift motion. Tears sprung forth in his eyes and he nearly gagged at the intrusion, catching himself barely in time as a sinful moan reverberated around Lucanis’ cock. He greedily swallowed around his length, deep throating him while clawing at his thigh to keep himself grounded in some sense. The foot on his own dick was pressing down harder and rubbing against him, distracting him from the uncomfortableness of the disturbance deep in his throat.

“Want. More,” the growl reached his ears and Nyx blinked a few times before he stared up at Spite with half-lidded eyes. The demon wasn’t in full control, but he had enough to get to the front. The shift in eye color was mesmerizing and Rook couldn’t take his eyes off his lover even with his cock stuffed deep inside his mouth. His shaft twitched in Rook’s throat, the only indication that he was close to his orgasm. “Want. More. Nyx.”

With a deep breath in through his nose, Nyx took him all and the noise that left Lucanis’ mouth was beyond ecstasy, beyond anything Nyx had ever heard leave his lips. His grip on his hair was very painful but in the best way possible, and he kept Rook’s face pressed against his pelvis as his cock pulsated in his throat. Rook slid his hand up off Lucanis’ thigh and settled it against his hip, guiding him through his orgasm as best he could. The taste of him, salty as he swallowed it down, was downright bliss. He kept still until Lucanis was spent and those fingers in his hair loosened and finally released him.

Rook was light-headed from the rough treatment he endured, so he slowly and carefully pulled himself off Lucanis’ softening cock. His calves slid out from underneath him and he sunk his ass to the ground as he panted raggedly. Rook clamped a hand over the front of his shirt, noting the mess of spit and precum he’d left behind in his wake. That whole interaction… fuck. His heart was still racing, and his erection remained.

“Nyx,” Lucanis’ soft voice snapped him back to the present and Nyx focused on Lucanis as he crouched down in front of him. The man reached out and gently wiped his thumb over the corners of Rook’s mouth. The look on his face said it all, he didn’t even need to speak. Lucanis had guilt written out all over his face, most likely for letting Spite take over at the last moment and giving Nyx a run for his money. It had been a definite shock, but not a terrible one. Dazed as he was, Rook did his best to recover from the overwhelming events that just transpired. Nyx shook his head and with a little help from Lucanis, stood up on shaky legs. His knees protested after being pressed against the ground for so long and his back creaked and popped when he straightened up. He dug his hands into the back of his hips and arched his back in a stretch.

“You are maddening, mi amor,” Lucanis told him as he surveyed the surrounding area. Nothing was out of the ordinary, no one had stumbled across them during their little escapade. A miracle in its own right given how noisy Lucanis had grown. Undoubtedly, Nyx wasn’t the only one with a mouth on him.

A grin spread across his face and Nyx sidled closer to Lucanis. “In the best way possible, right?” He couldn’t help the slight desire that tinged his voice.

“It’s why I love you.”

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k1ngdom-of-thieves · 2 years ago

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Hello! May I ask for a Vil,Riddle,Trey,Idia and Jack with a frail reader who has a lot of medical issues like having a lot of meds and struggling to live in Ramshackle bc of the dust etc? I have a problem with my strength so it would be cool to see these characters deal with a reader like this.

Vil, Riddle, Trey, Idia and Jack + reader with medical issues

I tried to keep descriptions vague because I’m not the best with writing for illnesses.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil would immediately ask you to stay in Pomfiore as soon as he found out about your current living conditions. The dust and bugs in the dorm are not gonna be helping your medical issues in the slightest.

If you agree to going to Pomfiore, he’ll make sure that your room would be set up with any medical supplies you could need. From various types of allergy medicine, to practically any flavor of cough drop you could possibly want. Is it a little overboard? Yes, but he’s just really worried about you.

If you opt to stay in Ramshackle, Vil would be very against the notion but wouldn’t argue with you about it. Instead, he’ll help you clean every nook and cranny in that dorm.

Although he looks fairly thin, he’s still plenty strong. Don’t even think about over-exerting yourself; not only will you get the longest scolding of your life, he’ll also take whatever you were trying to carry and do it for you.

“Please don’t place too much pressure on yourself. I know you are plenty capable on your own, but you can still rely on me if you feel overwhelmed.”

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would be so irritated that Crowley would make you stay in a place like Ramshackle knowing of your medical problems. How could such a great mage be so irresponsible!?

He doesn’t mind if you would rather stay in the dorm than live somewhere else, but that just means he’ll work to make sure Ramshackle is spotless.

Since his parents are doctors, he knows a little bit about how to treat certain conditions or what medications work the best. He’ll practically buy the entire store’s stock of whatever medicine would make you feel better.

If you ever get sick, he’ll be worrying more than you’d be. He’s checking up on you every chance he gets; from in between classes, to after the equestrian club meetings, and before he goes to sleep.

“Do you want anything from the store? I could bring a humidifier just in case you need it.”

Trey Clover

Trey would love to be able to offer you a place in Heartslabyul, but he’s really in no position to do so; with him having three other roommates in his dorm room. But he’ll definitely ask Riddle about it if you’re interested.

He’ll be right by your side if you need anything, no matter how small it is. Even if it’s during club meetings, plus Rook doesn’t seem to be offended by Trey disappearing from time to time. He says stuff about being able to witness the beauty of young love.

Even though he’s a better baker than chef, he’ll still try to make you any dish that you could want. Don’t worry about it being to complex for him to make, if anything he’ll just ask one of the cafeteria ghosts to help him out.

If you ever experience aches and pains, he’ll offer to give you a massage. Sure, it may not help with all of your pain but it’ll definitely be super relaxing.

“How are you feeling? Please let me know if you’re feeling any pain; I may not be able to get rid of all of it, but I’ll try my best if it’s for you.”

Idia Shroud

Idia would have nothing but the highest respect for you. Not only are you living in a dusty, rundown, haunted building with no wifi; you’re doing it all with a bunch of medical conditions! That’s like playing on maddening difficulty!!

He’ll make sure that Ignihyde has the best medical equipment if you ever choose to spend the night there. He might go a little overboard with it, but he’s just worried about not being able to help of you need him.

Don’t be surprised if you see a little robot delivering treats to you if you’re not feeling the best. Sometimes, it’ll be Ortho that comes to sing you a tune from a show he and Idia watched.

If you ever ask him to let you live at his dorm, he’d be over the moon. He’d be so excited to have you around more often.

“How are you feeling? If you’re not feeling the best, let me know and I’ll turn your difficulty settings down as fast as I can!.” He just wants to help.

Jack Howl

Jack is another guy who’ll want to invite you to his dorm; just to get you away from all the dust if nothing else. But seeing that his dorm is Savanaclaw, you probably won’t be getting the best medical attention aside from athletic injuries.

He will drop everything that he’s doing in order to help you if you’re ever in pain or just feeling under the weather. Don’t ever feel guilty about him always being there when you call; he’s doing it because he loves you, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

This wolf boy has like a sixth sense for knowing what you need when you need it. Even if it’s not something like medicine; once he bought you bug spray without you even knowing you were out of it.

Constantly spends the night in Ramshackle to be able to check on you easier. He gets anxious sometimes. It’s gotten to the point where the ghosts have started bringing an extra chair to the dinner table for him.

“What? No I wasn’t worried over you, I know you can handle yourself. My ears aren’t drooping either!”

#twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #vil schoenheit x reader #twst vil #vil schoenheit #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst riddle #twst idia #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #jack howl #twst jack #jack howl x reader

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v-anrouge · 10 months ago

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This is a queued post and it includes talks about transphobia and mentions of self harm and eating disorders

Im here to talk and announce a break, first thing's first j relapsed, in literally like everything sh ed and didn't try to kill myself is because of a few people and the fact my pills ended. For a very long time in this blog u have not been feeling like human, it's like most of you don't even actually like and just come talk to me when im being funny and fun or when i post something rook related that you like, ive really been trying to get rid of that feeling but it keeps on coming back and it's unbearable to be in this blog at this point. this situation with Shiba only really confirmed it for me, I saw about like 4 mutuals referring to this as drama, and complaining about seeing it on dash and while obviously you have all the rights to be displeased with a constant show of negativity in your dash, i beg of you to try and think how i, a trans man, must feel seeing you refer to me and other mutuals calling out transphobia and have to read you refer to this as drama and not as a literal crime. I understand if you got annoyed by me talking about it constantly and to that i ask that you please block me, because i have been literally beaten, bullied, harassed and even doxxed by transphobes, I do not take anything that displays even a bit of prejudice against my trans siblings lightly, hence why i was so "histerical and obsessed" and was being so "stupid and acting like an idiot" as someone people would claim. I do not care what view you have of me i really don't, im used to this shit, ive been trans and alive in the most transphobic country for 20 years, it's no news, but it still hurts. And it hurts even more when I see someone say i was an idiot for blocking someone immediately and calling them out when they side with a transphobe, and it hurts even more when I see a person i thought liked me complain about "drama still going on" rest assured that i won't be "bitching" about it any longer

For soru, who cant possibly process why i have blocked you, your take on that situation and your friend have both brought me terrible flashbacks of my own past as a child dealing with transphobia, of being told people like me are sick and are the seeds of the devil and that we are animals or that there's something wrong with us, like your friend said, their apology is both not genuine and extremely poorly made as they still can't accept the fact that yes, they are transphobic, and you soru, can't imagine how it broke my soul to see your post saying you had given them a chance, but seeing the post you made after, in which you literally agree with your mother you should've stayed away from trans people, that's what broke me the most, and j couldn't even speak about it, because it's "too negative" or im "drama chasing" im sick of this, you can hate and insult me all you want soru rest assured you're not the only one you're not the first nor the last one, maybe this will come off as a surprise to the people that are sure im obsessed with drama and chasing people around but i genuinely did have a lot of respect for you, if the hours ive spent crying over this say anything at all, it's sad that this had to end this way, but not for me, I don't care, this isn't the first or the last time this happens to me, but to my mutuals who i am very sure many are angry that i have made this situation happen, perhaps i should've stayed quiet and keep being funny as people like me best, well it is too late, but i hope that you'll forgive me mutuals, for once again ruining something good.

I don't know how long this break will last or if ill ever even return to this account at all, but i sincerely thank the ones that did treat me like a human, as an equal, that actually saw the person behind v-anrouge. you can't possibly believe how much you mean to me

That's about it, do have a great day

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bloedewir · 5 months ago

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Weekly delusional theory time yay 🥳

It's fun to think Solas is a tired mess of an elf who can't plan anything without screwing it all up. How can that weirdo possibly achieve his goal? More so, how did he even trapped elven gods?

By playing the game with well known rules. Like, idk, chess?

Look, the figures are different so as maybe the board but the rules are the same. And tactics. All he need is to be inconspicuous and discreet as always.

Distract the enemy, let them think they're winning, then strike.

It's already a proven strategy: take the unlucky one (Inquisitor/Rook), put them into the middle of worldwide catastrophe (Breach/Evanuris), step aside, offer your help, guide them wherever course you need, give them shelter (Skyhold/Lighthouse), look trustworthy, when all is over - say byebye and continue following your plan.

Yes there's still a few blind spots and something that can't be foreseed yet there's also a time to prepare yourself. Did Solas have a plan in case Inquisitor would've been failed? Presumably. If he has a plan in case Rook will fail? Presumably.

A part with Inquisitor' involving back in time was an improvisation but it paid off. Unintended risk it was however; not a comfort zone but odds depending play, like Wicked Grace. Quite efficient though. Why not try again but with some improvements?

Solas didn't know who Inquisitor is before the Conclave. Now (I'm like 78% sure) he knows who Rook is.

Varric chased Solas for some time and Solas was well aware of it. Varric didn't pick up Rook just before the beginning of the game. Their dialogue assumes they know each other (for some time, like weeks idk?). I bet Solas knew about "da4 protagonist", had time to look closer and fit Rook into his plans. That's why after all these years (10!) it was surprisingly easy to find him and even interrupt the ritual. Because it was intended.

(I won't be surprised if all this "ah help I trapped in the Fade" situation turns out to be a top tier wolf prank)

Right, but why make your life harder and involve a random mortal? As a wild guess: evanuris must be released to tear down the Veil. Seven gods, seven seals - get rid of them and follow your dream, destroy the Veil and restore your ✨perfect elvhen empire✨. Why risk and deal with two evanuris himself when you can move one of the pawns? Place your rivals against each other and look. Inquisitor won and proved mortals are not useless, so Rook can win too. And if Rook fails, you can intervene and finish the job.

I also think that's the reason why Inquisitor will be back. And I think Solas won't like it. Inquisitor is the one who can say, "What's going on here? Hey, I've seen it before. I know what you're up to". Without them Solas is quite comfortable with drawing a portrait of a tired lonely being who's easy to sympathize with. But a sudden Inquisitor's comeback can mess this up.

I'm not saying he doesn't deserve sympathy or he's a pure evil. He had enough time to turn his flaws and destructive feelings into useful tools. And if he uses his guilt/loneliness/despair when it's needed it doesn't make it a less real. The dude is complex like rocket science after all.

For now, as it seems to me, Solas intends to "replay" Inquisition because it went kinda well. Minimal risk as he may think. What the odds another mortal happened to be unique too? They doesn't even bear a ✨magnificent elvhen magic✨ mark! Poor bastard (affectionate), he doesn't even know what comes.. But I swear to gods, above and below, if he'll do that "what we had was real" thing again, I'll kill everyone in that game and then tear that freaking Veil down myself.

#dragon age #dragon age solas #dragon age the veilguard #da4 #datv #dragon age theory

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mossymandibles · 5 months ago

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What's gender affirming care like on hallowed carrion?

Good question, it can be a little wild west out there, even just with regular hospice/holistic care, depending on where you’re at and which species or community you belong to. I’d say on Mors Astra (name of the planet), sexuality and gender expression can be as eclectic and varied as most animals/humans irl….Um, I guess I’m going to info dump about my individual trans characters and their experiences as well as how some of the main species would view it over all and hope that it answers your question. I’ll also be creating other sophont species that could have different views on things so there’s that too.

Also content warning ahead for forms of transphobia and gender dysmorphia topics.

For the Myce I’d say for the most part getting something like a cosmetic change is no biggie to them, as they don’t tend to have strict guidelines for gender expression. It probably wouldn’t go as in depth as it does with mammalians, surgically and medication wise. Their nerves and vessels grow back easier and such. Even their genitalia is strictly geared towards pleasure, like a miniature sexual mycorrhizal network of nerve endings. There’s no sperm or eggs involved. Their genitals may go by human guild lines in terms of appearance, but they can get pretty wild looking. I haven’t quite thought it through entirely just yet but I guess they might have their own form of T and E, if they cosmetically wanted breasts or a more phallic attachment, etc. I feel like they’d go more along the route of genetic expression rather than hormones though. There isn’t really a huge societal rift between who expresses themselves as feminine, masculine, etc. (although there could always be some strange cults and eccentrics out there!) I’d say to them it’s more important that you look conventionally humanoid. If you’re a bloom face (like Heidi), or have a tail/ horns or look more ‘animalistic’ and ‘othered’ for that matter, you’re more likely to face some stigma in certain regions populated by Myce. This derives from early on when the Myce were first coming into being. They were called changelings, ‘faefolk’, fairies, etc, and caused a lot of widespread fear and misconceptions. They associate such terms with being considered monstrous, diseased, etc.

They don’t reproduce like mammals, as they technically aren’t mammals, so luckily for them natal affairs and giving birth aren’t tied to any specific gender and are entirely up to the individuals who want to go that route.

*takes another deep breath*

In the case of Vveashuls, I think they’re a little more ‘traditional’ so to speak. (Tbh I think I’ve ended up expressing some deep seated frustrations with what I’m surrounded by everyday in them, oops! No fault of the Vveashuls ofc.)

With Vveashuls, many pockets of them tend to put a lot of value in procreation, having several kids, being able to breastfeed them on your own, etc. One should always put the family first.

In the past, while they lived on Zenith as one species, having litters and as many healthy kits as possible meant their survival. Often times their young would be culled by the Furies in order to keep their numbers down and keep them under control. Mind, not ALL Furies kept Vveashuls in servitude, just certain rooks.

Where they’re out from under the Furies control now, they hold pride in keeping big families, staying together, the next generation raised by the previous, etc.. A lone Vveashul is seen as strange, or that something is wrong with them. In the modern day, this creates a lot of pressures.

In Jago’s case, he grew up in a town of very traditional views; the idea of a Vveashul that can get pregnant getting rid of their breasts or their ability to give birth/ taking hormones was unheard of or seen as a selfish act of self mutilation. Males transitioning to females were seen as ‘useless’ or strange pretenders. Even just starting out, his family was very small, just him and his father.

Jago didn’t even really know what felt ‘off’ about himself until he met Kraw, Titus, Mayv and her crew. Puberty only made it more painfully obvious. Once he was old enough and sure of himself (this was after he and Kraw had parted ways the first time) It was very difficult for him to get any kind of treatment for such things geared towards his kind, even in Ladder occupied cities. He had to go under the table for most of his surgeries and medications, which put him in many dangerous situations. With his primary breasts still intact, he still feels like he’s not where he wants to be. The fact that the last surgeon to remove his secondary ones left him with obvious scars is frustrating as well. The whole process had just exhausted him overall. So he focused more on work.

On top of taking hormones, he would often have to take suppressors (yeah, those.) otherwise he’d go into heat and get all swollen and sensitive (it’s also fairly normal for female Vveashuls to take suppressors lest they deal with going into heat in day to day life, which can be very inconvenient in the modern day.)

He absolutely hates how he gets without the suppressors, as it only adds to his dysmorphia.

He’d occasionally have to deal with his old work mates making fun of him about it. They referred to him as a male, sure, but he still felt like they saw him as playing pretend. They would make comments like “oohh you’re grumpy today, are you off your meds?” Where they were mostly Myce, they didn’t deal with the average hang ups of mammalian sophonts and usually found it strange or funny.

Jago wants to be completely severed from the idea of having and mothering kids, the expectations of female Vveashuls, etc. I’d go as far as to say he’s had legitimate tokophobia his entire life. But he’s feels somewhat apprehensive of further surgeries for the time being, at least until he finds someone trustworthy and experienced. Who knows! He might find one in Marrowtide.

*deep breath*

THANKFULLY, where he lives now with Kraw and the others in Marrowtide, he’s in a MUCH more accepting/progressive environment, so I’d say that definitely helps him with the dysmorphia and anxieties of how his body looks. Despite being intimidated by Sylvaine, he gladly take his hormones and suppressors from her, where she also supplies them for Kraw in order to temporarily stave off his occasional ‘rut’ aggression (they’re almost like a birth control). Even other Vveashuls in Marrowtide wouldn’t care that Jago’s gotten surgery. Most of them probably escaped to Marrowtide in order to get away from stifling environments as well.

Disclaimer ofc: I don’t see having kids/ a big family etc as inherently stifling or negative by any means, I’m only referring to harmful beliefs and pressures that may come from growing up in a family with very controlling traditional viewpoints.

In Durja’s case, pockets of Fury cultures vary from rook to rook (‘rook’ being similar to a clan). Most are matriarchal. Durja herself was a sentry and the occasional personal concubine for the ‘Crowned Matron’ at the time (matriarchal leader of the rook). They don’t really perceive being trans, only caring that you are strong and tactical. Though, I’d say if you were looking to transition to female it would be very dangerous, as most of the females would take that as a challenge. In that same way a female transitioning to a male might be seen as weak. Within the Furies species, most of the time the females are bigger, stronger and tend to be more aggressive, even possessing pseudo-penises. They’re also polygamous.

I’d say she’s gotten most of her ideas of what she wants for herself by having watched Sylvaine in relationships for a while, thus deciding she wanted to be loved romantically in such a manner rather than the usual domineering way she had been used to. Taking in the strengths she’d see among the female Furies and she’s got her own image she’s made for how she presents herself.

She hasn’t personally dealt with any type of body dysmorphia and wasn’t interested in taking hormones from Sylvaine despite her offering, deciding she was fine with herself. (In fact, having a noticeable bulge as a female would be seen as desirable among Furies and Sylvaine definitely doesn’t complain).

Anyway, I hope that gives some insight for how it may be in some regions of Mors Astra. I think I just like to imagine animal hierarchies applied to creatures with human intelligence is all idk lol.

#anon reply #sorry this went on for a bit I hope I didn’t tangent too much #it turned into some backstory stuff oops #anon ask #headworld: hallowed carrion

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twsted-kinks · 2 years ago

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TWST Dick and Pussy Headcanons (NSFW)

>minors and ageless dni<

Content warning: Descriptions of genitals. Includes terms dick, cock, cunt, pussy. May include kinky stuff idk yet but bdsm and piss is always possible.

Parts: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia & Ignihyde, Pomefiore (here), Diasomnia

Vil

Dick

Dom with a micro dick represents! Vil's dick is definitely small, a bit shorter than 3 in (~7cm) with cute little balls to go with them. Naturally he grows some pubic hair, but he keeps himself shaved clean. If you dare make fun of his dick, you're gonna get the brat taming of a lifetime. This man is a serious dom, full on dominatrix with a dungeon worth of toys, and you will behave. Your mouth is his personal fleshlight and he will make you worship his cock and ass. Your cock/cunt belong to him, he gets to decide when and where you cum if you get to cum at all. He is putting you in a chastity cage/belt and lingerie. If you want to get off, you must worship him get him off first, multiple times. As a reward he may take a vibrating toy and hold it against your chastity cage/belt and/or put a dildo in your ass and make you rid it in front of him. He'll be using a riding crop/flogger, correcting you on posture, making you thank him for allowing him to do this. If he's feeling especially kind, he'll take the chastity cage/belt off. Get ready to get your cock/cunt abused though. He is going to pinch, bite, slap, flog, and step on your cock/cunt. Beg to grind against his heel. He'll allow it, but that's the only way you're getting off. If you don't cum, that's your problem. But, if you continue to beg and beg for release, he'll force you to fuck a fleshlight/ride a dildo and do it exactly as he says. You must have the correct posture, must keep and follow any pace he tells you, and must not cum until he allows you too. If you fail, it can go one of two ways. Vil will overstimulate you until you either piss yourself, pass out, or safeworeld (if you piss yourself he's making you lick up that piss). Or, Vil will lock you up again, and you will not be allowed to touch yourself or cum again until he lets you. Some ways to get on his good side is to 1) wear the collar his has for you in public (it reads "property of master/mistress" or whatever title you use for him" 2) use the hygiene, skin care, and perfume he gifts you and 3) be able to see when he's in a mood and drop to your knees for him. Don't say anything, just drop to your knees and open your mouth for him to use. There's a good chance he'll take you up on the offer, and you'll suck him off then and there. There's also a good chance, after you swallow his cum, he'll hold your head in place and piss in your mouth while your lips are still around him. He'll tell you to swallow and then call you "disgusting" when you do.

Pussy

I know Vil would probably shave himself clean, but I like pussy with some hair! So he has a pussy with some hair. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed short and shapes it perfectly to how he wants. His clit and folds are absolutely beautiful, and he is fully aware of that. He still doms you in the same way, with maybe one additional thing if you're able to make him squirt consistently. He doesn't squirt a lot, but if you get him to squirt, Vil will make you clean him up with your tongue. If you piss him off, fail him enough, or he's just in a mood, he will make you lay down below him with your arms and limbs tied up, and he will piss on you. He'll insult you and make you thank him for the piss. You better drink a good amount too because, if you don't, he'll leave you tied up and desperate on the floor in his room while he does his own routine around the room. You better not complain either or make to much noise, or else he'll punish you more.

Rook

Pussy

Rook has a pretty but abused pussy. You can tell he's a serious masochist as soon as you see it. He has a good amount of pubic hair that he keeps trimmed and washed. His clit is a decent size, fits nicely in your mouth so the head sits just past your teeth. Bite down. Do it and he'll scream and cum. Rook is both the most verse sub that ever did verse sub and is a serious sadomasochist. He loves pain and loves hurting you so, so much. And Ds role-playing is just a big yes for him. He loves hunting you down in a forest and/or keeping you locked away in his room and tied up during the weekend to use as his personal sex toy. He also loves you doing the same to him. If you set up a playroom in the Ramshackle dorm where the two of you can role-play and torture each other, he'll be so fucking happy. Please use and abuse his pussy, ass, mouth, everything. As a sub, he loves it rough and hard. Hurt him, abuse him, straight up torture him. As a dom, he also likes it hard and rough, but he also adores going slow and deliberate. He loves to tease you and be so gentle that you beg him for more pleasure and pain. He'll kiss you and praise you as he rides/pegs you to the point you think your pelvis is gonna break. Also, Rook has a good control on his volume, but that doesn't mean he's quiet. In a place thats more private and he can't be as loud as he wants, he is VERY loud and speaking LOTS of French. But, he can also be deadly quiet if fucking in a more public area. He can sit in your lap easily and show no signs that your cock/strap is inside him.

Dick

Rook has a pretty dick that's just about 6 in (~15 cm) with slightly saggy balls and trimmed clean pubic hair. Again, you can tell Rook's cock and balls have been abused, and he wants you to abuse it as well. He'll gladly be your personal dildo/fleshlight for you to use. If you want to be his personal dildo/fleshlight too, he will be extremely happy. Probably his favorite thing to do though is hunt you. Have you wandering around the forest just off campus. At first your just going down a path casually when you feel eyes on you and hear the snap of a twig. He subtly guides you deeper into the forest, slowly making his presence more known until you finally run for it. You can hear Rook chasing behind you, toying with you as you try to get away, until he guides you to exactly where he wants you. You're hyperventilating as you look around. You don't hear anything. You think maybe you lost him, but, when you finally think that you're safe, he pounces. He jumps on you and holds you down. No matter how much you scream, he's guided you far enough away that no one will hear you or help you. His skilled hands easily tears your clothing from you and then his mouth is on you, prepping you as you struggle against him. He only preps you somewhat, just enough so he hurts you but does no permanent damage. Suddenly, he's pounding into you hard, and you can't do anything to stop him. He kisses you again and again all over your body as he uses you, praising you in a language you can't understand. It will be a long time before he's done with you.

Epel

Dick

Short king with a big dick. Got a monster can for a cock, 10 in (~26 cm) and some hefty girth. Even when soft there's a good amount of weight, and his balls are nice and big too. Vil doesn't get to see his dick, so he keeps it how he likes it, unkempt and wild. He does make sure to clean it regularly though. Epel has a lot of insecurities, but his big cock does help him with his self esteem a lot. Worship his cock and balls and he loves it. Epel heavily leans top and somewhat leans dom. He doesn't really see sex and dom or sub. He more or less just sees sex as sed and he wants to put his cock in you. If you want him to dom, he'd do it gladly. If you want him to sub, he'll be kinda hesitant but is willing to try. But, if you want to actually get him in a sub space, rough house with him and overpower him and praise the fuck out of him. He'll melt. Alternatively, if you rough house and he overpowers you, get ready for him to be in a dom space. He'll fuck you rough and hard while also making sure you tell him how much you like it. He loves the struggle and fight when having rough sex. Fighting for power and overpowering each other again and again drives him wild. Expect a couple of power exchanges with sex either ending with you on top and riding him or him on top of you and pounding you.

Pussy

Epel's cunt is HAIRY and he likes it that way. It's wild but it's clean. If his clit wasn't massive, you'd struggle to find it in all the hair. His clit is actually bigger than Vil's cock, almost 4 in in length (~9 cm), and he has a good sized hood over it. Also, if you tell Epel this, he is ecstatic. He loves when you suck off his clit or he fucks your face with it. He does like pegging you, but sex with him is usually spontaneous so he usually doesn't have it when you fuck. He has worn his strap under his clothes sometimes in case the two of you decide to fuck, but whenever he does this he gets horny and just seeks you out to fuck you. If you want to top him, he's hesitant but willing to try. He's not going to be as vocal as when he tops, mostly because he isn't mumbling about how hot you are cause he can't think when bottoming. But, if you edge him, he gets very whiny and will... kinda beg. His begging is more like demanding you make him cum.

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twisted-gremlin · 9 months ago

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Platonic Yandere Teachers

Crowley:

- instead of not looking into you going home out of incompitance/pure laziness, its out of malace and a need to protect his little bird

- the surprise visits often happen to classes your in, and he makes sure that the teachers pass you and that you're haveing fun

- in Ramshakle he gives you magic tools you may need to help make your life more easier. He may cheap out, but the tought is there

- hm? Where did the mirror go? Oh no where at all- irs going... somewhere safe so you don't get harassed by this Mickey

Crewl:

- f a s h i o n, you get so many amazing and gorgious clothes, your uniforms are allways PEAK, because he gives you little headpats and does other thibgs to help you

- you are literally a teachers pet now, he may or may not turn you into a little pup or a child so that none questions when he has you sit on his lap so he can cuddle the fuck outta you

- he makes sure you're well mannered and that your friends are in line. So they are either gonna have to learn to be better or he'll have them be rid from your life

- Kalim, Vil, Rook, Epel, Ortho, Deuce(traning pup privilege), Riddle, Trey, Cater, Malleus, Sebek, Azul, and Jade are very much quickly approved friends. The rest... are less to be desired-

- very much has a reward punishment system for what behavior he expects from you, no questions asked

Trien

- he probably spoils you like he has spoiled his sons.

- he makes sure you have a well rounded education (ie. Creative, science, physical, mathematical)

- he has his cat watch over you if he cannot

- probably fights to have you placed in a doorm like Pomfiore, Scarabia, or Diasomnia

- he despises Aduce duo being around you so often and makes them do alot of differnt things as punishment for rotting your mind

- he dies that with whatever srudent he disapproves of, makeing them do menial tasks so you only have time for him, or friends he approves of

- approval list isss: Riddle, Trey, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Ortho, Sebek, Malleus, and Silver

Sam

- mmm another man who can actually spoil you, with savings!

- you now work for him! And live with him as a bonus because it's better than being alone

- you get 50% off EVERYTHING in the store

- he has his friends watch over you, makeing sure none manipulates you into buying them things for that lovely sale

- he points out how people are just useing you for what he offers, and that, you deserve better-

- Bitches who passed the test: Cater, Riddle, Deuce(he helps you carry shit and pays half too), Kalim, Malleus, Leona, Jack, Vil, Epel, Rook, Silver, Sebek, and Lilia

Vargas

- so- for this- you have to either be a sporty kid, or someone who has something physical that makes it hard for you to be sporty

- he will cheer you on and host whatever sport from your world that you play so that you can play it here and get full joy out of sports

- if you have a physical disability, he will be sure to make a plan for you to be able to do physical activities with it if that's possible

- with chronic pain and that sort of thing, if they have a way to cure it there he will find it for you, and if they donr, he'll make it so that you don't push yourself too far over the edge

- he would definitely teach you how to hunt, or just hunt with you (this man hunts with his bare hands. No questions asked, but also knows how to hunt in literally every way known to any species)

- he will take you ln a morning jog every morning, he goes at your speed and sees when you need to stop for a break, he allways has water and brekfast on hand

- yes he forces Grimm to come too and he has tuna for him

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #twst mc #twst staff

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ladylamrian · 15 days ago

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- Chapter 10: Lady Shadow (Last Chapter!!)

[ Please read past chapters before this ]

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Female MainCharacter: Alexis Clarissa Fontaine

Pairing: F!MC×NikRyder

Other characters in this chapter: Katherine, Vera Reimonenq, Cal Lowell, Luc

Summary: An unexpected person helps them to get back home.

Word Count: 1.7K words

Rating: Teen (Mystery, Angst)

Warnings: none

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GIF interpretation: Alex kisses Nik awake.

"Woah... Nik and crying? That must be a very hard one. I hope I didn't look like that before I woke up. He looks horrible. I need to make a photo for blackmailing attempts."

"Katherine, don't be always so harsh to him. We were all crying until Cal found us and woke us up from the nightmare vision.", Vera calmly whispered, her eyes still filled with tears from the nightmare she had.

"I think Nik looks cute."

"Do you like seeing him cry, Alex?"

"No, of course not. I just said that he looks and that's it. Now let's wake up our crying baby boy.", she leaned closer to Nik and planted a warm kiss on his cheeks.

To awaken Alex's sleeping prince, Nik Ryder, and shield him from nightmares and horrifying visions. The man slowly fluttered his swollen eyes open as he was lying on the floor facing his loyal companions, Cal, Katherine, Vera, and Alex.

"What the...?"

"Good morning, my sleeping beauty. Awake?", Alex sobbed, still remembering her own vision from before.

"Alex?"

"It was just a bad dream you had. Whatever it was, it's not true. You're appreciated and loved no matter what. We're glad to have you, Nik.", she whispered, bent over his body, and cupped his face, stroking it softly.

"But Alex, it felt so real. What if it happens? What if it's a sign? I don't want to lose you again, rook."

"Shhh, don't worry. You won't get rid of that easily. If it wasn't for both of us, we would have never met or gotten that close befriended with Cal, Katherine, and Vera. Nik, if we hadn't met, I would've never found out that I was a fae or who my real father was. We would have never defeated the bloodwraith. We would have never... It's all because of you, Nik. Thank you.", she thanked him, but also thanked Fate who or which brought them together. Bound by Fate.

"Thanks, rook. I hope you didn't wake everyone up with a kiss and just only me. How is that even possible cuz this happens only in fairytales?" he nervously asked, which made her giggle. The tension from the nightmares somehow faded away, and everyone felt a little lighter now.

"Of course not, Nik. The kiss was only for you, my Prince of Swords. And if unicorns, fae, and werewolves existed in fairytales and our world, then why can't I wake you up with a fairytale kiss?"

"True.", he chuckled while she helped him up, so both could stand on their feet next to their friends.

"Thanks to Cal, we could all wake just in time, one by one. Or else we would have all stayed captured in this place, this world, this dimension forever. Captured in our nightmares."

"Sometimes I'm glad to be a werewolf for service, Katherine. Now that my precious pack is back and united... Let's find a way back home."

"But what if we try to find the mirror that leads us back home and end up in a nightmare or bad vision again?" Katherine asked.

"Perhaps I could help?" a mysterious but familiar voice from the shadows. It was too dark to see until slowly the mysterious figure stepped out from the shadows. Elegantly dressed in a black robe, smokey make-up, and black gloves... It was her. The Vera Reimonenq from the different dimensions looked a little different than the original, but not that much. That mysterious beauty in the shadows finally showed herself to the group.

"You're the other Vera, right? We need your help. Could you please...?", Alex got interrupted by her friend's doppelganger.

"Pardon me, but I was Vera. Now, I'm Lady Shadow, and you have entered my territory.", she spoke, which shocked the whole group.

Even the real Vera was shocked about her look-alike, parted her glossy lips, and couldn't understand what changed her like that. She would never want to follow in her mother's footsteps.

"But how? What made you...?", Katherine dared to ask, but the mysterious woman ignored her. Her dark eyes landed on Vera who stood with her friends.

"Is she a shapeshifter, or why does she look like the old me?", she calmly asked, and the real Vera Reimonenq confidently stepped up to answer.

"I'm Vera Reimonenq from another dimension than you. I don't know what happened to you or in your life, but I request you to lead us to the golden-framed mirror which you just bought hours ago. It's the only way for me and my friends to return back to our world before it's too late. It's no ordinary mirror, but a portal."

"And why should I help someone who looks like me or strangers who I don't know? Besides, your silver-haired friend doesn't trust me anymore because who knows what Elijah Ryder told you about me. I'm not like my mother and I wanted to tell you myself that I'm cursed, but he pushed you to stay away from me for your safety."

"It wasn't me, but my own doppelganger. Is that the reason why you ran away from me when I called you? There must be a misunderstanding between you and the Alex from your world because your friendship means a lot to me. I'm sorry to hear this.", Alex explained, stepped closer and gently squeezed her shoulder.

"Vera, you're the sweetest person of all. Don't become like your mother because you're stronger. And we all are lucky to have you as a friend.", Cal added which lifted the heart of both Vera's.

"Don't worry, I may be Lady Shadow but I'm not like my mother. I live in the Shadows of my mother to serve justice and support the innocent ones in the World of Day and the World of Night. My mom and nobody else even realize when I plot something behind her back because I'm Lady Shadow for her and the public. The one who stays hidden like a shadow."

"Damn, Lady Shadow sounds even more cunning and dangerous than Lady Smoke. That's just brilliant.", Nik chuckled. He was amazed just like everyone else in the group.

"Our Vera is a fighter!! At least one of our doppelgangers hasn't changed into a bad one."

"You're amazing, Vee." Katherine praised and gave a soft punch on her shoulder to encourage her.

So many good words, positive emotions, and encouragement, which the Shadow Vera hadn't received for such a long time, lifted her spirit. Now, she was very sure that she was doing the right thing. Even when it looked like for everyone, that she was supporting her mother with her criminal deeds. Hopefully, one day, her old friend, Alex, the huntress, will find out the truth and realize that Vera is not like her mother after all. She hadn't changed and was still the lovely friend she first met.

And with that, Lady Shadow finally guided the group of friends towards the mirror they were all searching for. She promised them after they leave, to immediately destroy the mirror so that nobody would ever again accidently enter the portal. Their key back home. Just in time before sunrise, they stepped inside one by one. At first, Nik hestitated to finally leave the world where his parents and Elijah were alive, but holding his girlfriend's hand gave him courage. And then they entered... And faced a bright light. They were falling.

"Wake up, mon amies.", a familiar voice with a French accent called out. Alexis felt a warm hand shaking her by the shoulder. Her chocolate-brown eyes fluttered slowly open and she found herself lying on the floor of Luc's souvenir shop in New Orleans. Next to her was Katherine, rubbing her eyes open while Luc helped Vera up on her feet. Nik stretched himself while, next to him, Cal was already awake.

"What happened? Where are we?", Vera asked. She felt dizzy, disorientated until Luc guided her on a chair.

"Mon chérie, everything is fine. You all found Alex and made it back. Do you all need a glass of water?"

Everyone declined Luc's kind offer because they started to feel better. Dizziness was only a short side-effect of traveling across different dimensions, and they soon felt better.

"Hey, we all made it just in time back home!!", Cal cheered.

"Not so fast, buddy. Are we really back in our world or...?"

"Nik, Luc recognizes us all. Right, Luc?"

"Mais oui, why wouldn't I? I'm so happy you found Alexis. Who thought this mirror would turn out to be a portal? But I'm glad I found out just in time through with my magical crystal ball which showed me what I needed to know. I immediately informed you all about the missing of our Alexis. She stood there, I went to the backroom and et viola... Poof!! And she was gone."

"Well, we're all together now. That's what matters. Back united like it was meant to be.", Alex answered.

Bound by Fate. A roguish nighthunter. A lonely werewolf. A strong huntress. A beautiful Reimonenq. And at last, a half-fae royalty. All with a difficult past behind them, became together a group of heroes. And friends. To protect the World of Day and the World of Night from evil. One depended on the other. This crazy, little adventure they just had made them realize how important each of them was. Their lives, despite their unhappy backstory, wouldn't be the same ones they would have now if even one of them was missing. They shared a bond. Enjoy the happy and positive things instead of regretting the past. Be happy and enjoy the little moments with friends, family, and lovers. Treasure them in your heart and shine bright.

"I love you, Nik. I missed you and I got so worried about us. I don't want to lose you.", Alex confessed.

Nik moved closer to his girlfriend, wrapped his strong arms around her slim body for comfort, and rested his face on hers.

"God, I'm so sorry for all the pain I caused you. Forgive me. I can't live without you and it killed me every second, every heartbeat we were apart. I swear it won't happen again. And you know that I... I love you too, rook. Till the death.", he whispered before they kissed.

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