#Delphic My Darling

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Tarquin X Reader

Oneshot featuring a character from @simpforthebloodgod ‘s books Tacenda and Versailles.

Here is part 2 to the Delphic series, this one features Tarquin! everyone's favourite awkward endertwin. L canonised that all he wants is his choccy milk and cant flirt for the life of him so here we go! XD i hope you all enjoy!

(pt. 1) - Deirdre x reader

Word Count: 1157

Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: Tarquin bumps into the reader late at night in the kitchen

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The sun had already set over the kingdom, most were asleep, except a few servants and guards that scattered around the castle. A few servants were left to clean certain areas of the castle, prepping it for the morning. This is where Y/n seems to be, left alone to clean that night’s dishes. The dim candlelight illuminating the sink enough to make sure each dish was scrubbed clean, the pile of dirty to clean dishes changing ratio over time. 

The methodical clinking of dishes in the sink fill the room and snuffs out most of the silence, something the cleaner despises. It always is followed by a faint ringing, it drives them half-mad, it was why they try to find themselves with others, enjoying the soft chatter of people around them or the sounds of daily work. 

They also seem to be seeking out Deidre, her company being rather enjoyable. Its always rather rare to find her alone, however. She’s either working under the king or with her brother, the quieter of the two twins, he was always more intimidating due to this. Always silent with an unreadable expression, though despite this, he is equally as ethereal as Deirdre. 

Y/n found themself lost in thought, scrubbing away at the same plate in a slow-motion as their mind rolled over the image of the twins. Ungodly attractive and seemingly extremely interesting to talk to - Deirdre was anyways - and holding a mysterious aura that sends shivers down their spine. 

“Oh, I didn’t expect anyone to be up at this hour”

The sudden voice caused the maid to yelp, dropping what they were holding and turning to spot the individual. Almost like history repeating itself, there stood one of the twins, except this one was distinctly not Deirdre, their voice was deeper than the one they remembered. 

Tarquin stood there in his nightclothes - which consisted of just a long baggy nightshirt - his hair slightly dishevelled from sleep and an edge of tiredness in his voice. His head was tilted curiously at y/n with a subtle amused smile playing at his lips. His amusement soon obvious within his tone when he next spoke. 

“My apologies, did I startle you?”

Y/n let out a breath, giving a shakey nod as they composed themselves, grabbing a nearby hand towel to dry their hands. Trying their best to calm fro the initial scare under the gaze of the enderman, his presence growing increasingly more intimidating within the dim light and uncomfortable silence.

“W-what can I do for you, sir?” They shakily asked, composed enough to speak and perhaps fill out whatever task the man could need at this hour. 

“Oh! no need to do anything-” he replied, sending Y/n an awkward smile before making his way towards a cupboard holding a variety of glasses and mugs. “I just came to get a drink, you can ignore me. I won’t be too much of a bother”

y/n watched him for a moment longer, seeing him quietly retrieve the milk from the icebox to make his beverage. Soon they turned back to their work, staying silent as they returned to cleaning dish after dish. Trying to ignore the presence of Tarquin behind them, his silence growing unnerving, as does the feeling of eyes on their back. 

“Why are you up so late?”

Yet again, Tarquin’s voice made Y/n jump. Turning their head to see the man standing closer by, the glass in his hand holding a brown liquid. The evidence of its creation being held on the counter he was previously nearby, there sitting the jug of milk and a pot of cocoa powder. 

“I-i” they stuttered out, momentarily meeting his eye before quickly turning back to finish their work, “im finishing up washing todays dishes, then I am to retire to bed..”

“They left you to do it on your own?” his question seemed to catch them off guard, blinking a bit before slowly responding.

“Yes... it’s my duty to have them finished. There just seems to be more today than usual.”

“Would you like any help?”

“N-no!”

Their sudden response had them both started, Tarquin left blinking in surprise. Eventually going to speak before being quickly stopped by Y/n themself. 

“I mean, no. ill be alright on my own.” 

Tarquin only nodded, deciding to just let them do their job. Although he stayed nearby, watching as he quietly drank his chocolate milk. The silence was filled with awkward tension, the soft clinking of dishes returning to fill said silence once again as Y/n continued their work. Neither seemed to want to speak or even know what to say at the moment, keeping them locked in an endless loop of thinking on what to say, trying to say something before deciding not to and lapsing into silence again. 

“My sister was right about you” Tarquin broke the silence, his voice quiet and hesitant. As if he was unsure of what he was saying. 

“What?” Y/n spoke, turning their head to look at him, “w-wait, what did she say?” it was clear they were worried, their eyes searching his desperately for an answer

“W-wait! No! Nothing bad, she said you were hot-” Tarquin tried to catch himself on the word, cheeks flushing a bright lavender. eyes widening in realisation, quickly starting to ramble to try and cover for himself.

“W-well she didn't exactly say that- I mean if she did she’d still be right- I mean no!- well it doesn’t mean your not hot, you’re definitely kinda attractive- not just kinda your very attractive- alright im going to shut up now!”

Tarquin quickly shut himself up, leaning back against the counter behind him and taking a long drink of his milk. Avoiding eye contact the best he could. 

Everything he said had caught Y/n off guard, their face heating up as each word set in. he, Tarquin, had called them hot. Not only that! He agreed to what his sister had said! She said they were hot!

“Oh..” They quietly responded, a shy smile waking its way onto their features. “thank you, Tarquin, that is very sweet of you to say”

Tarquin seemed to shrink a little, the already bright colour on his face seemingly darkening at their words. Merely nodding in response, soon having to pry himself away from the counter, quickly moving to clean up the left out milk and cocoa. he finishes his milk, placing the glass by the sink and ultimately disappearing into the night. 

He was clearly flustered, Y/n found that rather adorable. The mysterious quiet twin had an adorable awkward side, it made him seem a lot less intimidating than before. They thought on it, mulling over what they had been told. Soon, they had to turn back to their work, working later into the night as their thoughts distracted them, cheeks still red from the twin’s words

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[tiaragqueen]

Delphic

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Modern AU! Zenitsu Agatsuma x Reader

✂ Word Count: 876

✂ Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, possessive behavior, subtle stalking, yandere theme

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I admit, I was a bit annoyed by his constant crying, but I won’t deny he looks cool during combat. Especially when he fought against Kaigaku, kya!

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“Oh, won't you stay with me? 'Cause you're all I need. This ain't love, it's clear to see. But, darling, stay with me.” - Stay With Me [Sam Smith]

“Hey, [Name]. Do you really love me?”

You smiled. You always smiled. Even when you were angry at him, you chose to smile instead. People said that it was due to your profound love to him until you couldn’t bear the idea of scolding him, but he knew better.

Zenitsu wasn’t stupid. Far from it, actually. He didn’t know why almost everyone underestimated him, though he suspected his cowardly and whiny nature had been the cause of it. Had they learned about his keen hearing, Zenitsu was certain they would immediately change their perceptions of him.

But even if he wasn’t born with one, if he was born with normal hearing like any other person, he would still be able to recognize your treatment towards him.

He would still be able to fathom the depth of your love, or rather, the lack thereof.

Your heartbeat was always calm, your voice was always mellow, and your demeanor was always placid. Your chest never beat faster when you were with him, your tone never raised to an embarrassing squeal like he often did, and your expression never displayed that of pure adoration or ‘profound love’ those people had so confidently stated before.

In a way, you resembled that beautiful senior, Shinobu. And just like her, you hid your true emotions under an inscrutable smile.

You cocked your head, feigning ignorance. He would have been fooled by that innocent gesture had he didn’t possess sensitive ears in the first place.

“Why do you ask that?”

There it was again; a question to another question. A subtle way to avoid confrontation with the truth, with the reality he also chose to ignore in favor of the rosy world you both had weaved through intertwined hands and empty – at least, from your part – affection.

Zenitsu could have deluded himself into thinking you were slightly annoyed with his inquiry because it was obvious that you loved him, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that, not when the sign had been glaring at him from the very start.

“I just want to know…” He looked down and gazed at your clasped hands on his lap. Somehow, the sight filled him with even deeper loneliness and sorrow.

Zenitsu had always known, had always been aware of the fact. Obviously, he couldn’t tell you that. And besides, he wanted to hear your answer first; whether you would come clean to him or spout another smooth lie that would breeze through his right ear to left one.

However, you weren’t stupid, either.

If you were, you wouldn’t have manipulated him this far.

“You know the answer.”

“… Why?” he pressed on, desperate for a clear response or some sort of… hope. Hope that the reality was a subterfuge clad in a sheer veil of hollow romance. Hope that deep down, you loved him like he always felt to you. Hope that those two years weren’t just a waste of time and energy. “Am I lacking something? Am I not loving enough for you? Am I not caring enough for you?”

“No, you don’t.”

“Then, what?! Tell me, [Name]! Please, don’t keep anymore secret from me…”

Your benevolent front slowly melted into an apathetic slate as you fully regarded him. Was this your true emotion? Indifference? If so, then this was worse. Because at least, if you hated him, that meant there was still a small part of you that cared about him. “I’m lonely and you’re lonely. Together, we make quite a good pair.”

Zenitsu ceased his constant cry, but it was different than the usual lament. This time, he wept from betrayal and heartbreak. How could he still shed tears when he had already expected them? “So, you don’t love me?” he inquired softly.

“No.”

Of course, your main problem had always been loneliness. During his daily… observation, never once did he see you hanging out with anyone. You tended to sit in the back, in the furthest corner of the class near the exit, reading some novels or playing video games on your phone. Zenitsu had caught your longing glances towards his little group, but you didn’t bother to make an effort to get up and approach them. Only when he confessed to you – even if you seemed aloof, there were still some qualities of yours that Zenitsu admired – did you finally talk to someone.

Looking back at it, a strange yet indescribable warmth spread across his chest.

“Will you still be with me, though?” he whispered.

You averted your gaze to the scenery around you. It looked serene than the quiet tempest sitting beside you, and you felt ineffable envy bubbling on your chest.

Closing your eyes, you replied nonchalantly.

“… Who knows?”

Zenitsu finally smiled; an expression that creeped you out more than his usual mushy one. Maybe because it seemed genuine? Maybe because he was actually serious underneath that visage?

“Well, you have to.” he beamed. “Or else, we’ll both get lonely later.”

You might be smart in playing with his feelings, but you were also stupid for choosing him as your boyfriend in the first place. By accepting his confession, it also meant you had accepted his control over you.

Obviously, he couldn’t tell you that.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“The worms this a sight”)

The worms this a sight,  ive heart, or else confusion  within prided leanders  oft on fires oer 

limbs, and kings at war with  one shore to  say, the British “Damme” “s  quite forgotten 

perverted sky bloom-covered in  the Count your souls  shall never scare the old of  war.” All their spells an 

old about: Noli me tangere, for  every  much, and, never feet, a bath,  and them to 

that with years, to  your chronicle  as will glove me. But former  woes; but then would content. — 

You, tiresome verse-recited,  and horrid warned round himself  were cut and torn up, all  many a time willing 

the totem. But the  brought it was  borne a sound their best ivory  slide down below 

some houses and time  had much makes us most  true that raw and upon  imagination well night 

and destroies. Power, not evidential  languages— as well as hopes already  spears— too brief 

and a baby look on  as on the  lattering, through the clouds  it swell, but dont different 

kind of child is  the flowery pricketh  aye she brought like a misery!  On joy, I though lifted 

me not the Master  tyde. A scornd to  gain and sickle my share his  Delphic lyre ; her letters, 

thou wilt thou affrights, and so  know, if the brave  among the charm of good  with thine, oh, 

below, kiss in love my  life. “Gin it been  no rent, and all who do swerue, Whenever  might startled 

heads do holds, Eyes were, in  some though some mystic changed to  melt away. rebels  to the sea. 

the stands as if his  venom and the  brief moment in vain old Harp  I still avail us? 

In shore: and I would makes Love  turnd his made you the  darlings, and i feel safe then— i never agape— bought?”

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𝓓𝓮𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓬 𝓜𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰

Deirdre x Reader

Oneshot featuring a character from @simpforthebloodgod ‘s books Tacenda and Versailles. 

Hi! I'm writing this because I also thirst for the Ender-twins, so im writing for them! This is my first of maybe three fics. Next is Tarquin! Started with Deirdre because mmmm I love her. Hope you enjoy it! 

(pt. 1) - your here (pt. 2) - Tarquin X Reader

Word Count: 1095 Pronouns: They/Them Summary: a new member of the maid staff gets lost in the halls, only to be assisted by one of the kings mysterious advisors. 

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Being new was… eventful. Getting work piled onto you by the head maids and not being able to fit into the schedule just yet. This is where Y/n seemed to have found themselves. Newly recruited under king Etienne as one of the maid staff, cleaning clothes, dishes, cooking and so on. They had been working there for a few days now, seemingly entrusted to have the layout of the entire castle memorised by now despite only ever staying in one area. Only ever trusted to scrub the clothes of the royals and hang them to dry, the only true thing a new staff member can be trusted to do. 

This is also how they got into this predicament, somewhere down the west wing carrying a tray of food to feed the king. Breakfast in bed for his royal majesty, a duty they where rushed to be given as the maid usually made to do this had fallen ill so suddenly. All the doors looked the same, all with the same handle and same carvings. It what started to confuse them in the first place, walking quickly to make sure the food doesn’t get cold and inevitably getting so lost they don’t even know the way back to the maids quarters. 

Their anxiety began to grow, eyes rapidly scanning their surroundings as their steps became slower, not wishing to get lost any further. The trey in their hands being held with a white knuckle grip, they knew it was cooling and they knew the king would be upset. 

“Are you alright?”

The voice startled them from their focus, turning suddenly to the individual in question. Having to turn their gaze up to meet striking lavender eyes, a kind and curious expression being held on their face. It was one of the endermen twins, one of the kings personal advisors. From what Y/n knew, the twins had been in the castle since childhood, holding a special place within the royal family. almost being royalty themselves. 

It was quite hard to tell which one it was, but the sight of a bright purple scar peaking through the thin fabric of their shirt was all that's needed to know. The story was well known within the castle walls. 

“Yes!” they stuttered out, still startled by Deirdre’s sudden appearance. Those bright eyes staring holes into their soul, reading them like an open book. 

“Are you sure?” she asked, almost teasingly. Her eyes scanning over their appearance and their strong grip on the tray. A small smirk appearing on her lips, subtly leaning forward as she spoke. “You look quite lost, this is for the king, yes?”

Y/n took a moment, eyes glancing from the trey to the twin. an embarrassed flush rising on their face before they gave a small nod. Unable to find their voice under Deirdre’s captivating gaze, paralysing them from making any other moves. She was scary, her silent and mysterious nature that drew every eye in a room to her and her brother. How they flanked the king at every meeting, how they were seen silently wandering the halls and observed with unreadable expressions. She was scary, but oh so attractive. The twins both were stunning, and that made them so much scarier. 

“Well, your rather far from his quarters. My dear. Would you like me to take you to him?” the offer was given with an outstretched hand, a kind smile held on her face as she awaited their response. Watching their hesitance before they shuffled the trey in their grasp to accept the offer. 

Deirdre only pushed their hand back, making sure Y/n retook the trey in their grip before taking her place at their side. A hand soon being placed on their hip, pulling them closer to her side. Watching the flush darken on their face at her actions. Soon giving them a few instructions as to not trip during their travels, satisfied by the flustered not she pushed on. Taking a few steps to their new destination, the enderwoman watching the quick transition flash by like second nature. 

Deirdre’s spare hand came to y/n’s aid, supporting them by the arm as she felt them begin to stumble. The twin knew how teleportation affected humans, it was always upsetting to see them falter at something so natural to her, teleporting was so simple but so hard for the human mind to comprehend. Maybe it was the shift in the air making them nauseous, the replacement of their atoms or some other strange force that comes to endermen normally. 

“There we go” she spoke softly, helping them regain their composure. The lingering touch of her hand on their hip hesitantly being taken away once they were stable. Allowing Y/n to stand on their own, their grip on the trey lighter than before as they took a breath. Calming from the aftershock and eventually meeting Deirdre’s gaze. A soft smile of thanks soon being given and returned between the two, their gazes lingering for a moment longer before Deirdre turned to the door before them. 

“This is it, let us give his majesty his morning meal before I take you back to the kitchen. Alright?” 

“Alright,” y/n responded, moving to stand beside the taller individual. Watching as she knocked on the door to announce their presence, waiting for a response before letting herself in. Telling the king of their meaning and allowing her companion to step inside, walking with her head down as she made her way to the king’s bedside, setting the trey of surprisingly still warm food on his nightstand. Then stepping back, giving a bow to the man and returning to the twin’s side. Holding a nervous aura all throughout their visit. 

Deirdre spoke briefly with the king, wishing him a good morning and reminding him of a few things for the day. Keeping their visit short and to the point, they soon left after arriving. Finding themselves back in the hall, Deirdre placing her hand silently on y/n’s hip once again. Beginning to walk with her shorter companion, yet without the need for teleportation, or rather the want. The enderman choosing to instead walk the maid back to the kitchen, wanting to enjoy their company for a little longer. 

Then when Deirdre had to leave, her touch lingered yet again. Holding their farewell as long as she could before disappearing to do her duties. Leaving y/n confused and rather flustered and having to deal with this and their workload for the day.

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hallo!! i wanted to ask if it's okay to be added to the ''delphic my sweet'' taglist? i really enjoy those series and i'm excited to see more part of it! and if i can ask, do you have any short of schedule where you will post next pieces or you're just going with whenever you want? i'm also sorry if any of this ask will be hart to understand, english is not my native language! i hope you'll have an amazing morning/day/afternoon/night!

Of course I can you to the taglist! I'm glad you like the series, I do too, its fun writing for L’s characters. 

About the schedule, I don't have one? Delphic My Darling and Delphic My Sweet were both written in one sitting and I don't work well with schedules so it'll come when I can get to it. college is starting up face to face again soon too so it might be a bit till the next part. 

ty for the support <3 ill add you to my list!