#Enna Alouette x reader

[hearts444karma]

「　𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐏 ！」　☆彡　headcanons.

just gentle and soothing. tbh making you fall deeper asleep rather than waking you up. once you’re awake they’ll probably give you a kiss as a reward to start your morning.

ike eveland, vezalius bandage, shu yamino

will bother you. scratch your feet, tickle your face with hair, kisses all over your face. just enough of that and you’re sure to be awake.

vox akuma, reimu endou, alban knox, ren zotto, shu yamino, kunai nakasato, aia amare

TOO SOFT. doesn’t have the heart to wake you up. you look so peaceful <33. but if it’s important they’ll caress your face and softly shake you awake.

scarle yonaguni, ren zotto, rosemi lovelock, sonny brisko

they’ll shake you awake first then leave to get themselves ready. if you’re not awake by time they’re done, they won’t hesitate to snatch that blanket and pull you out that bed.

fulgur ovid, enna alouette, ike eveland, uki violeta, yu q. wilson

them being loud wakes you up already. if that doesn’t do the trick they’ll probably lay on top of you.

claude clawmark, luca kaneshiro, doppio dropscythe, reimu endou, vantacrow bringer

most likely knocked out with you for the cuddles <33 or will wake you up with the smell of them cooking breakfast (could wake up to a wonderful or burnt smell-)

fulgur ovid, sonny brisko, hex haywirye, luca kaneshiro, finana ryugu, alban knox

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ don't care about the presents underneath the christmas tree ]❜

ft. ren zotto, fulgur ovid, aster arcadia, elira pendora, enna alouette, rosemi lovelock x gn! reader — nijisanji en

╰₊✧ the time you spend together is more important than any material presents┊1.8k words

contains: fluff!! christmas activities, established relationships, might be a little boring to read but oh well i had fun writing it, no uki because i don’t write for him sorry :(

➤ author's note: merry belated christmas guys!! i feel like the quality of my writing has taken a nosedive and seasonal depression hit me like a truck, but i still enjoy writing and hope you guys still enjoy vtuber fics so i will persist!

━━━ .°˖✧ ren zotto ˚₊ ⊹

“what’s the plant for?” ren asked curiously, tilting his head as he approached you, being careful not to get his horns stuck in any of the decorations hanging from the ceiling. 

“it’s mistletoe! you’re supposed to kiss when you’re under it with your crush or partner.”

“why?” everything about this holiday was so strange to him, all of the reds and greens and whites and golds meshed with the smell of pine cones and baked cookies— not to mention the fat jolly man wearing red who essentially stalks each individual person and gives out presents depending if he thought they were naughty or nice. he’s learning new things as they appear to him, but he’s starting to worry he’ll never get it all.

“um… i’m not actually sure… it’s just a tradition we have here on earth,” you explained, holding tightly onto the handle of the stepping stool while making your descent. “i’m sure it has a meaning or reason of some sort— but i’m sure there is one!”

“that’s… strange… but i kinda like it…” 

he took a step closer to stand directly under the sprigs of evergreen, looking up at the thin red ribbons attaching to the door frame and little gold flakes making it sparkle, before looking back at you with a mischievous smile, “so are you going to kiss me or what?”

“already?”

“well, what did you put it up for if not to kiss me right now?”

“to tie together all of the decorations, obviously.”

“so you don’t want to kiss me?

you giggled and shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and reaching up on your tip-toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips, allowing it to linger for a couple of seconds before finally parting with a smile. 

“you call that a kiss?”

“don’t be greedy now.”

━━━ .°˖✧ fulgur ovid ˚₊ ⊹

he took a sip from his old pottery project mug with a contented sigh, tasting the hints of cinnamon melding with hot chocolate on his tongue with the whipped cream sticking to his upper lip. his eyes stared into the crackling fireplace, only allowing his gaze to flicker to you by his side when you reached out to lazily wipe it away with your finger and quickly sucking it off.

“this is nice,” he murmured, stretching his robotic legs under the knitted blanket you recently woven. “we should do this more often.” 

there was no feeling in his arms and legs, but he could feel warmth blooming throughout what little bit of human flesh remained as well as his soul. it wasn’t often you two got quality time like this with your conflicting schedules, yet with the christmas spirit in the air infecting the world with its joy, there seemed to be all of the time in the world to spend in the other’s company.

“hm, we really should,” you sighed as you nuzzled your face into his neck, your hands kept nice and toasty with the hot beverage in hand. “i never want to leave, it’s way too cold outside.”

it was true, the harsh winds creeping into your shared home always threatened your skin with constant shivers and the water pipes bursting, but as of now, none of that was a concern. it was just you and him cuddling against the winter frost, sitting in the living room surrounded by decorations and light from the fire. heaven couldn’t be closer if the pearly gates were right in front of his eyes. 

“i love you.”

“i love you too, so, so much.”

━━━ .°˖✧ aster arcadia ˚₊ ⊹

it’s always difficult to make a new apartment look lived in, but with christmas right around the corner, you two had a little cheat of a few more weeks to figure out how you wanted to make the home look after the decorations were put away. for now though, you were focusing on putting everything up to make it all look nice and festive: colorful lights were strung along the walls with shiny tinsel, wreaths on every door, stockings hung in the kitchen stuffed with candy canes, and a big plastic pine tree in the center ready to be adorned. it’s excessive, yes, but you both seemed to like the chaotic festive made with the combination of things from your previous respective homes before moving in together. 

“are any of these ornaments glass? i don’t want the cat to knock the tree over and break them.”

“no, they aren’t— i made sure for that exact reason, but also they were a lot cheaper—”

he spun around the tree, standing on his toes to reach the higher parts and hook the orbs onto the branches. it was like an intricate dance needing to circle the centerpiece without running into each other or placing too much focus on one area, trying to evenly spread out the love until the boxes were empty and taking a step back to admire the masterpiece. 

“do you want to put the star on top?”

“i don’t think i can lift you that high up!”

“i bet i can though!”

“with those puny arms of yours?”

“don’t underestimate a celestial being! i’ve actually been working out!”

“it means you’re powerful, but not necessarily strong— just get a stepping stool!”

━━━ .°˖✧ elira pendora ˚₊ ⊹

the dragon-hybrid girl took a deep breath of the delectable cinnamon cookies resting to sit in the oven before sighing dreamily, feeling her mouth water at the thought of sinking her fangs into them even if she burned her tongue in the process. “are those just about done now?”

“almost…” you kept an eye on their progress while setting the kitchen island with white frosting, rainbow m&ms, and sugar-coated gumdrops, only putting on the mitt to take out the tray and placing it with everything else when finished. “alright, it’s time to decorate!”

“can i just have one little nibble?”

“you can eat the ugly broken ones while we build the house.”

she tried her best to keep a steady hand to squirt the icing on the edges of the gingerbread squares neatly, but some bits of it dripped down the sides which she hastily wiped away with her nail as she hastily tried to construct a building before pouting as it collapsed. 

“you need to hold onto it as it dries,” you instructed, taking place behind her and wrapping your arms around her waist to guide her hands on placing everything perfectly, smiling slightly as your pretty girlfriend blushed at the contact. “see, like that!”

“so i have to hold it while you do the fun part?”

“okay, then i’ll hold it while you decorate the gingerbread men.”

after a considerable amount of thought, she smirked at the idea formed in her strange little mind and ran to a cabinet to fish out some bottles of food coloring to mix with the frosting. you watched curiously as she worked some magic at the speed of light, furrowed brows with her tongue sticking out slightly in concentration, working to make the imagined visual come to life.

you didn’t recognize what she was doing at first until she proudly presented her creation to you, making you shake your head and smile at how you didn’t see this coming.

“look! gingerbread yaoi!” she pressed their faces together like a child playing with dolls, making them kiss with a little giggle.

“is that supposed to be ren and akechi?”

“yep!”

you weren’t sure what you were expecting.

━━━ .°˖✧ enna alouette ˚₊ ⊹

“it’s way too cold for this shit,” she swore through chattered teeth.

“one more song and then we’ll go home,” you compromised, “the kids in this neighborhood seem to love you.”

“it’s because they think i’m another kid, but little do they know, i’m actually a grown-ass bi-”

“no swearing! anyways, what’s the next song?”

after some deliberation, you both settled on “oh come, all ye faithful” and began to sing out into the little awaiting crowd whose size was steadily growing throughout the night. the audience of all ages seemed to be amazed by your girlfriend’s voice, how deep and melodic it was in contrast to her youthful appearance as if an angel came down from the heavens to personally bless them with the spirit of christmas herself. 

it wasn’t often she was in the mood to do anything social like this, much preferring to spend the holiday alone with friends and loved ones in the heated comfort of her own home, but there was a certain magic in the air that allowed you to persuade her into spending today spreading the holiday cheer.

at least until you noticed her nose had turned bright red from the cold nipping at it for the past hour at some point and a bit runny, causing you to burst out laughing by the time you two had finished singing. enna sniffled and realized what you were smiling at, smacking you on the back with the rolled-up packet of carols as the onlookers laughed along with you.

“i’m sorry! i couldn’t help it, you looked too cute, like rudolph!” 

she bit her inner cheek, resisting the urge to swear in front of everyone else and simply smacked you again before returning her attention to them, gracefully accepting their praise and thanks for coming like she wasn’t about to curse up a storm just a few seconds ago.

━━━ .°˖✧ rosemi lovelock ˚₊ ⊹

the pinkette cheered excitedly as she eagerly put on her mittens and wrapped a woolen scarf around her neck, “i can’t remember the last time we had a white christmas!”

“remember to put on your hat, i don’t want your ears to get cold.”

“i’m just so excited!” she practically bolted out of the door to dance around the front lawn with you following suit, falling into the thick snow in a fit of giggles and rapidly moving her limbs to create snow angels. “i don’t even feel the cold with how excited i am!”

“don’t tell me the frost already settled in and numbed your senses.”

“no, it didn’t!” 

“god, you’re like a kid on christmas.”

“it is christmas! i’m just not a kid!”

“well, you might as well be.”

rosemi snickered and quickly grabbed a handful of snow, balling it up in her gloved hand and throwing it at the back of your head with shocking accuracy. “can a kid do that?”

“that’s exactly what a kid would do!” you gasped. “i’m going to get you for that!”

“no you won’t!” she laughed, jumping up and running over to hide behind a nearby tree from your oncoming assault. 

you two stayed outside until the sun set playing in the snow, creating more snow angels and families of snow people, having snowball fights with some neighborhood kids joining in— the cold never seemed to reach either of you with the constant movement keeping you warm, you could have sworn you might have started sweating at one point.

your girlfriend, on the other hand, had her teeth chattering after foolishly taking off one of the layers of her winter coat and catching a cold in the following days. thankfully though, she’ll be better by the new year as long as she doesn’t drink too much like she did last time.

[lesbianreaderidk]

nijisanji en females x reader incorrect quotes

Y/N: Guys where did Enna go? Selen: She got arrested. Y/N: How the hell- Enna: bursts in through the window The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

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Selen: Here is my wall of inspirational people. Y/N: Is that a picture of you? Selen: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

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Selen: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little shit’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.

Y/N: YOU LITERALLY JUST CURSED ME OUT IN THREE DIFFERENT LANGUAGES???

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Pomu: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Y/N: Y/N: I like you.

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Reimu: Do you take constructive criticism? Y/N: No, only cash or credit.

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Y/N: Guess who just found out the difference between wax paper and parchment paper the hard way? Enna: Wait, what’s the difference? Y/N: One you can use in the oven safely, and the other you can also use in the oven… if the thing you are trying to make happens to be fire.

Pomu: running in WHY IS THE KITCHEN ON FIRE?!

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Finana: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not! Pomu: Finana, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday. Finana: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it! Y/N: …It was a bug. Finana: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not! Pomu: … Y/N: … Finana: Stop looking at me like that!

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Y/N: So… what’s goin’ on? Pomu: You want the long version or the short version? Y/N, hesitantly: The short one, I guess? Pomu: Shit’s fucked. Y/N: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

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Finana: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL- Y/N: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!

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Y/N: Father, I have sinned. Enna: Daddy, I’ve been naughty.

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Y/N, texting: Enna, will you please go to sleep? Enna, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up? Y/N, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP! Y/N, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon? Enna, texting: I’m trying Y/N, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH Y/N, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

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Selen: ARE YOU- Y/n: Fucking. Selen: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Y/N: Fucking. Selen: IDIOT! Pomu: …What was that? Y/N: Nina banned Selen from swearing, so I’m helping her out.

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Pomu: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this? Y/N, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

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Enna, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs? Finana: It means like in hand-to-hand combat. Enna: Ohhhh- Y/N: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

[vrachis]

Imagine during a stream enna is acting like a brat so at the end of the stream you punish her 🙏🙏🙏

AUGGHHH i love everything abt this ask.

this might be part one btw, idk yet.

-to the aloupeeps who were so unaware, this was just supposed to be a good ol' collab stream :(, but you and enna only knew what was going on behind the screens.

-you noticed she seemed to be provoking you so much during the stream, rebuking you with her old insults as usual. you think that was just her being her usual self, being the upright and confrontive person she is. but as you progressed more and more throughout the stream, her tone in insults seemed to be more- smug. as if enticing you to a challenge.

-progressing through the collab was actual hell, as enna would humiliate you more and more from your losses. and you know you don’t like to be tested, so you took upon the unfair trial.

as you two both had your signature farewells, you shut down both you screens and you turn to face enna, with choleric expression. clearly to show her she’s gone beyond boundaries and tested you too much.

-but all in the while, still has the audacity to act so complacent and as if she’s done nothing wrong.

you drift towards her, looking down at her with a clearly vexed look. grabbing her by the hair, you force her to look up at you.

the shorter girl yelps at the impact and cocks her brow at your sudden action. seeing as her lips curl up into a small grin, was enough to draw your last straw.

“so that’s how you want to play, huh?” as you gave her an exasperated smile.

“heh.”

“answer me, you fucking bitch.” your grip tightens on her hair, eliciting a whine from her.

“what are you talking about?”

“don’t be coy. it’s so clear to me that you very much like humiliating me in front of the viewers.” you grit your teeth, her coyness only fuelling up your current anger.

“so? that’s what i do to people all the time. have a problem with that?”

oh hell you do have a problem with that, and you decide to show her exactly how much of a problem it is. not in many ways, but positions.

[kanekoii]

can i request ren, kotoka, and enna x reader that loves to hear him sing and has it as their ringtone, alarm, and anything of that sort?

lyra’s notes -> written during class again lmaoo except i don’t have my glasses so sorry in advance i can’t see shit

pairings -> ren zotto, kotoka torahime, enna alouette x gn! reader

genre -> fluffies

song -> do it like that - tomorrow x together & jonas brothers

warnings -> enna is a little tsundere bitch, reader is a little insecure

REN ZOTTO •

he is so open about it! he absolutely adores your singing and he’ll play guitar for you just to hear your oh so beautiful voice. if you ever get embarrassed about it, he just tells you that it’s because he wants the world to hear your amazing voice! sure, it can be embarrassing sometimes when his phone rings and you have to hear your own singing but he’ll gladly kiss away your insecurity. he absolutely adores you and your beautiful voice, his wallpaper is a picture of you too. what can he say, ren just wants to see you and hear you all the time!

KOTOKA TORAHIME •

she is adorable when it comes to things like that. like the rest of them, she has her call tone and text tone as a small clip of your voice or singing, as well as a cute picture of her as her wallpaper. she’s much like ren in the fact that she doesn’t mean to embarrass you, she really doesn’t! when her phone rings on stream, her chat goes wild with comments about how she’s such an adorable girlfriend. kotoka doesn’t want to embarrass you but god you’re so adorable! she’ll reassure you every day how much she loves you and appreciates you.

ENNA ALOUETTE •

she loves you to death but she’s such a tsundere it’s painful sometimes. like the rest of them, her wallpaper and all notification sounds are you, small clips of you saying cute things or your beautiful voice. enna will deny it up and down that she simps over you, but we all know she absolutely does. eventually she’ll admit it with a heavy blush on her face and hiding said blush with her hair and hands. you’re the cutest thing in the world to her but she’ll never admit it. well- she did eventually but metaphorically she never would.

[rumalumasuns]

Random Scenarios G Pt. 1

With Pomu Rainpuff, Selen Tatsuki, Enna Alouette, and Rosemi Lovelock

For gender-neutral readers~! Short, lovely scenarios with your fav Niji EN member <3

! - might be ooc, I apologize -> these characters don’t belong to me, but the Nijisanji company!

!- This is a work of fanfiction! Not meant to be super realistic lol

! - Romantic Fluff :D, a tiny bit of angst/comfort stuff

! - Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last Name

Pomu Rainpuff - Mwahahahhah!

"Hehehe."

"No, no, not like that, Y/N! You need to go like this: Myahahaha!"

"Hmm, how about this, Pomu? Muhuhuhahaha."

"No, I got it! How about, Mwahahahhah!!"

You and Pomu continued to practice your evil victory cackling while on Discord VC together. Meanwhile, Elira and Petra were DM'ing each other, talking about how they were totally third and fourth wheeling because of you two.

It's been a couple of months since you joined Nijisanji, and you were thrilled to get to know your favorite chaotic member, Pomu (only after she was comfortable with you, of course). And today was the long-awaited Mario Party collab between you, Pomu, Elira, and Petra.

Right now, you were about to do a 2 vs 2 mini-game, but you and Pomu were just messing around while the other team of Elira and Petra listened to you tiredly.

"You know, if you guys lose to us, all that practice will be for nothing, you know," said Elira, who just wanted to start the game.

Petra's avatar nodded in agreement. You and Pomu suppressed your giggles.

"Okay, okay. Let's start then!" you said.

"Yeah, we're gonna take you DOWN!" shouted Pomu.

"Oh yeah?! We'll see about that!" exclaimed Petra playfully as she giggled and the mini-game started.

Much to everyone's surprise (even chat's!) you and Pomu won.

"Y/N! WE HAVE ACHIEVED VICTORY!"

"YES POMU, IT IS TIME!"

"MWAHAHAHHAH!" you both laughed at the same time.

"Noooooooo!" said Elira as she cackled at your antics while Petra continued giggling at the hilarious situation. Chat's messages went by quickly, filled with LOLs and LMAOOOOs.

Too soon, your collab ended, with you winning, Pomu in second, then Elira third, and Petra last ("QAQ" - Petra). After you said your goodbye's to them and chat, you closed OBS, about to shut down your PC, but then a Discord notification went off.

It was from Pomu.

"Thanks for the collab today, Y/N! It was really fun to play with you! Hey, what do you say we do an off-collab next?! XD"

Excitement and joy bubbled in your chest. Your idol, your crush actually wanted to do an off-collab with you?? SAY LESS!!

"Of course!! It was a really fun collab with you, too, Pomu! When and where do you want to meet? :))"

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Selen Tatsuki - After a Long Day...

*SLAM!*

You jolted in your chair when you heard the sound of a door closing harshly upstairs. From your seat at the dining table, you turned to the stairway and patiently waited as stomps were approaching. Eventually, the source of the stomps, your girlfriend, Selen, came into full view as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

Carefully, you closed your laptop in front of you and got up from your seat, heading to the kitchen. You pulled out leftovers from the fridge to fry them up and prepare them so that Selen could eat. Behind you, you heard the scraping of the dining table's chair and a *plop* as Selen sat down. Silently, you shook your head in amusement but continued your task of preparing her meal. After all, she had a long day.

Before you could add the finishing touches to Selen's meal, you hear a small thud on the dining table. Slightly alarmed, you turn around, only to see Selen slumped over as she snoozed softly, arms under her head to make an uncomfortable pillow.

You silently laughed to yourself before finishing up her meal and quietly bringing it over to her side. Although you hated waking her up, as she just looked too cute while sleeping, you knew that Selen needed to take care of herself, especially after her endurance streams.

Gently, you shake Selen's shoulder.

*Groan*

"Selen, you gotta wake up for me, dear."

"Ugh.... Y/N, babe, noooooo..."

Before Selen could completely go off into dreamland again, you fan the fumes of the food you made toward her. This woke her up.

"Oh, sweet! Food!"

Hurriedly, she grabbed the bowl you placed in front of her and started to chow down. You laughed at her before going to sit across from her at the table. This was a normal thing between you two ever since you started living together. After you finished your work, which was always before Selen was done streaming, you would start to prepare for Selen's post-stream self: an exhausted lump of dragon-human hybrid ready to eat and cuddle.

You chuckled softly before lifting her up (Y/N is stronk!) and bringing her up the stairs, walking past her streaming studio room and entering your shared bedroom. You removed her sweater so she wouldn't overheat and prepared yourself for sleep.

Softly, you climbed into bed and faced Selen, brushing her hair out of her face before closing your eyes. Both of you slept deeply with small smiles on your faces.

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Enna Alouette - You dumbo!

You were the hall monitor of Nijisanji Academy, known for having good grades and being strict with rulebreakers. You were a stark contrast to your rival, Enna Alouette, the delinquent of the Academy.

You and Enna go way back: childhood frenemies who got into trouble often, until you decided to take your education more seriously.

Although you and Enna distanced from each other, you didn't completely dislike her. Until she decided to make life hard for you.

Not only would she run loudly in the halls and skip classes, but she would also laugh at you whenever you tried to kindly remind her about the rules. Unfortunately, she ignored you too.

Every day was loud and lively for you because of her.

Except for today.

This unsettling silence has been going on for a whole week now. There was no sign of Enna. Concerned, you asked her friend Millie what happened. She almost cried while talking about Enna, who was down with a really bad cold. You decided that this wouldn't do.

After finishing all of your monitor duties, you walked down a path that you knew very well since childhood. In your hands were a bag of medicines, the homework that Millie forgot to give to Enna, and a copy of your class notes to help Enna catch up.

You knocked on the front door. No response.

You set down the bag and searched under the doormat. Sure enough, the worn-out house key from years ago was there. You went into the house and went straight up to Enna's room. No one else was home because Enna's parents were both at work.

Once you finished climbing up the stairs and stood in front of Enna's room, you knocked on the door softly.

"Enna?" Again, no response.

Quietly, you pushed open her door, only to see Enna's bright red sleeping face on the bed. Her fever was really bad. Immediately you set down your bag and went to get her a cold towel for her forehead. After placing it on her face, you tucked her in and left the room to start cooking porridge in the kitchen.

You were finishing up the porridge by adding some medicinal herbs when you heard slow shuffling from the stairs behind you.

"Hey, dumbo," you said, scooping up some porridge into a bowl before setting it down on the table for Enna as she continued to slowly shuffle.

"You- you dumbo yourself! Why in wǒ de fángzi (this is google translate, sorry if it's inaccurate!) you weirdo!" she mumbled as she got to the table.

"Enna, I can barely understand you because you're sick and delirious right now. Just sit down-"

"Naur!" she exclaimed, but you sat her down anyways, placing a spoon in her hand. In a sickly stupor, Enna sat still, spoon slipping from her grasp. Quickly, you caught it and huffed before scooping up some porridge.

"Here, open your mouth."

Enna giggled.

"AHHHH," she loudly said.

You rolled your eyes, your face heating up.

"You dumbo," you mumbled. Although you two bickered often about rules and school and such, turns out there could be nice moments like this. Maybe, there was a chance for you two after all.

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Rosemi Lovelock - Plants Vs. Zombies!

"GRAHAHAHA!" you roared, killing off more of Rosemi's plant soldiers.

"NOOO!! Y/N, HOW COULD YOU? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!"

"HAHA!! Is the great Rosemi-sama ready to admit defeat for the fifth time? How many more lives will be taken because of your selfish wish to win against me?!" you exclaimed as you killed off more of Rosemi's shooters, eventually approaching her precious sunflowers.

"NOO!! My economy! I won't let you!" said Rosemi as she deployed more pea shooters and walnuts in front of her sunflowers.

But it was for naught.

With an evil cackle, you watched as your zombie slayed Rosemi's last plant: a feeble sunshroom.

The big red defeat message showed up on Rosemi's screen while a large green success message popped up on yours. Rosemi put her head in her hands as you cheered because you just won your Plants vs. Zombies custom match for the fifth time.

Across from you, Rosemi put her head in her hands as she slumped on the table and groaned. You patted her head as she continued to lament over the fact that you just won for the fifth time in a row and therefore she really REALLY had to clean the mountain of dishes in your apartment's kitchen sink.

You laughed at her and promised to make her favorite chicken nuggets and other foods for dinner. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up and beelined for the dishes.

"Are you okay now, my rose?"

"YEAH! I WANT MAH NUGGETS! I MEAN- THESE DISHES WON'T CLEAN THEMSELVES~!"

You laughed at her antics, getting up from the chair and going to the fridge to start making the food.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed the scenarios. I’m planning to do more! :)

Please tell me in the requests of any other Nijisanji gurl members you’d like me to do!

[sxii-mafu]

Hate that I like you // Enna Alouette

Translations and the hangul words might be wrong since I'm not korean

The vibrant streets of Seoul, South Korea buzzed with life as Y/N made her way to her favorite cafe, her thoughts consumed by the ever-growing world of streaming. It had been years since she'd stepped away from her role as a dance choreographer for K-idols, trading the intense dance studio for the freedom of the virtual world. Now, she was known as Y/N L/N, a successful virtual streamer who entertained fans from all corners of the internet.

As she entered the cozy cafe, she couldn't help but notice the curious glances coming her way. Y/N was used to the attention by now, but today was different. Unbeknownst to her, the members of Ethyria, the popular VTuber group, sat at a nearby table. The group consisted of Millie, Reimu, Enna, and their graduated member, Nina, who had left the group for personal reasons.

The quartet was engaged in lively conversation when their eyes collectively fell upon a scene that piqued their interest. Y/N was engaged in a friendly chat with someone who looked remarkably like a K-pop idol. It didn't take them long to recognize the celebrity in question—Blackpink's Jisoo, one of the most famous idols in the industry.

As they observed the interaction between Y/N and Jisoo, Enna couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. There was something about Y/N that drew her in, something she couldn't quite put into words. She had heard about love at first sight, but she had always dismissed it as a fairy tale until now.

While Enna's heart soared, Y/N's emotions were more complex. She had sworn off relationships, prioritizing her streaming career over matters of the heart. But seeing Enna changed everything. Y/N couldn't help but fall for her, and that scared her more than anything. Love had a way of complicating life, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that.

Jisoo, ever perceptive, noticed the conflict in Y/N's eyes. She leaned in and spoke in Korean, her voice filled with concern. "넌 괜찮아? (Are you okay?)"

Y/N managed a small smile and replied in kind, "괜찮아, 걱정하지 마. (I'm alright, don't worry.)"

Their exchange was brief, but it left an impression on both of them. Y/N couldn't deny her growing feelings for Enna, and Jisoo couldn't help but wonder about the story behind those mesmerizing eyes.

Little did they know that this serendipitous encounter would set the stage for a dance of hearts, where love, commitment, and the virtual world would all collide, creating a beautiful yet challenging rhythm that neither of them could resist.

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Can i ask an Enna with s/o whos absolutely head over heels for her and just a huge simp and ennas very aware and pokes fun and her for it?

I'm not really sure how to do this, but I tried my best 👊😔

(I'm so sorry for taking so long I had a lot of things to do 🥹)

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Tease

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Enna Alouette x reader

Characters : you and enna

Story : Stop teasing me!

Info : your girlfriend is Enna

"Enna?" you enter the room to the sound of your girlfriend typing away. "Enna?" you call her once more, but she remains immersed, not hearing you. You sigh and shake your head, a hand covering your face. Suddenly, a loud bang echoes in the room, and your eyes widen in shock. "Enna, are you alright?" you ask aloud, feeling worried.

"Huh? (Name)?" she responds, looking towards the entrance of the room. You approach her quickly. "I heard a loud bang," you say, more as a question than a statement. Enna smiles sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. "I... I got mad at a game, haha," she laughs nervously.

You sighed once more and looked at her. “Enna, you can't be doing things like that, it scares me everytime…” You mumble, your hand combing through your hair, an unsatisfied expression on your face.

Enna chuckles, leaving you puzzled. "What?" you ask, a hint of apprehension in your tone. "You love me so much, don't you?" Enna smiles innocently, hands still hidden behind her back. Your eyes widen at her words, taken aback by her confidence. "Wha—" you begin, cutting yourself off, hand covering your face to hide your blushing cheeks.

"You do! Of course, you do!" she persists, amusement evident in her expression as she enjoys your reaction. "You—I—stop!" your voice emerges muffled, both hands now covering your face in embarrassment. "Come on! You know you love me!" she continues, smiling even wider, the smugness practically radiating from her.

"Ennaaa," you whine, feeling thoroughly embarrassed by all the teasing. Enna, who was standing in front of you, suddenly moves behind you and wraps you in a hug from behind. "Yes, darling?" she says teasingly, her voice laced with amusement. "Darling?! You—" you start to protest but cut yourself off, feeling even more embarrassed by the affectionate nickname she's bestowed upon you.

Laughter erupted from behind you, and your ears felt as hot as a tomato as you listened to her amusement. Despite the embarrassment, her laughter had a calming effect on you. "I... I love—" you begin to say, but embarrassment quickly floods in, causing you to stop short. "You what?" Enna teases further, noticing the redness of your ears.

"Your neck's all red, darling," she remarks, her cold hand gliding over your warm neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You turn towards her and muster up the courage to speak. "I love you!" you manage to say, your face burning even brighter as you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. You close your eyes, trying to shield yourself from any further embarrassment.

Both of you stood there in silence, tension in the air, before Enna finally broke it. "Say that again," she insisted, needing confirmation of what you had said. "I—No!" you protest, still keeping your eyes closed tightly shut. "Say it again! I couldn't hear you!" she whines, eager to hear the words from you once more.

You turn your back towards her, grateful for the momentary relief from your embarrassment. "I love you too..." you mumble, barely audible. You could sense Enna beaming from behind you, her smile radiating so brightly you could almost see it.

"Darling!" she exclaims joyfully, her arms enveloping you in a tight hug before you could even attempt to escape.

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<- MASTERLIST

-> sorry this isn't short I'm not used to writing long fluff fics 👊😔

-> edit : I CANT FIND GOOD ENNA GIFS 😔👎

[spirit-girl-nijisanji]

Rivals or so they thought

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➼ Pairing - Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Vtuber Reader

➼ Content - Established relationship, Playful rivalry, fluff & hopefully half correct translations (I know Japanese, a little bit of Swedish and the others I'm still a beginner in but I'm learning so if something isn't translated right, I apologize, I tried my best~! English translations will be included :3)

➼ Ft. Ike Eveland, Ver Vermillion, Vezalius Bandage, Enna Alouette, Mika Melatika, Nina Kosaka and Reimu Endou

➼ ⚠️ Please remember I only write for the personas you see on your screen. I do not and will not write for the people behind the models. Please also remember that behind the models there are very real people with very real emotions. Please be respectful towards our beloved Nijisanji EN livers and do your best to separate the real people from the persona reflected on your screen. Thank you so much and enjoy the story ⚠️

➼ Summary - You debuted in Nijisanji as another mob boss. You were known as Luca's rival in your lore. Behind the scenes, your lore couldn't be more wrong. And it all comes out during one stream... ─═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═

Today was the day you debuted, you sat at your desk going through your slide show, letting the viewers get to know you;

" As you know from my lore, I am another mob boss. " You said with a smile looking at your character reference sheet before looking over at the chat;

Chat: ChairKun223: Luca's rival right? What's that like YVT/N?

You couldn't help but smile at the question, adjusting yourself in the chair you hummed softly thinking about a good response,

" I admire him, he and I are polar opposites. He's always smiles. I know when to be serious when it counts. He views his work as play. " You said trying to sound bitter. The image of your golden retriever like lover popped into your head and you had to fight back a fond smile to stay in character for your debut.

You spent the next hour going through the rest of the slide show and talking to chat. Finally ending, your door flung open and your chair was spun around before you were grabbed up off the chair and spun around in a tight hug;

" YOU WERE SO POG BABE! " The one and only Luca Kaneshiro beamed hugging you tight and spinning you around. Your laughs echoed in the room hugging him back.

Despite being rivals in your lore, you were the blond mafia boss's lover and you had been with him long before you debuted, hell you've been together long before HIS debut. He adored you and you adored him. It was hard not to, his puppy like personality and his sense of humor. You two just clicked. Of course your friends and co workers knew about your relationship with Luca and they fully supported you, you hadn't made your relationship public so neither the Lucubs or your community knew about you and Luca.

" Thank you my love! I could hear you watching my stream in the living room. " You said with a cheeky smile, causing him to blush ever so lightly. He set you back down on the floor and he place a soft loving kiss on your cheek.

" I wish we didn't have to hide our relationship! The Lucubs would be so happy that we're together! " Luca whined and grasped your shoulders shaking you lightly.

" I know, me too but gotta make the lore seem real ya goof. " You replied holding onto his wrists as he shook you lightly as not to hurt you.

The next year was full of so many fun collabs with Luca and other streamers. You always had so much fun with the other NIJI EN members. Spending time with them both on streams and outside of streams. You remembered being a simple viewer at one point, watching the NIJI EN talents and wishing you could do what they do and be apart of their world (Little mermaid reference XD ANYWAYS-). And not long after Luca introduced you to Tazumi san, you were given an opportunity to audition and be apart of NIJI EN which you jumped at right away. When you were accepted, Luca was over the moon. He couldn't stop talking about it for days and he even helped you get a model commission and helped you write your lore.

There came a day when you organized a goose goose duck collab, wanting to do another collab with language switch ups, You invited Ike, Ver, Vezalius, Enna, Mika, Nina and Reimu and Luca wanted to tag along and watch the game in VC, you being the sucker you are, agreed to let him sit in. And of course you assigned each a language, You would be sticking with Japanese, Ike had Swedish, Ver had Korean, Zali had French, Enna had Chinese, Mika had Indonesian, Nina had Russian and Reimu was given Spanish. Since you had watched the other collab the language switch up was used in, you knew this was about to get chaotic but you were also incredibly excited. Everything was set up and stream started;

" Alright~! Hello everyone! So as you can see, we're doing another goose goose duck stream with the language twist, so would everyone like to introduce themselves in the languages they were given? " You asked with a smile, Ver deciding to start out;

" Hi everyone, my name is Ver Vermillion, I'm speaking in Korean! 안녕하세요 여러분! 내 이름은 Ver Vermillion, 저는 한국어로 말하고 있습니다! (Hi everyone, my name is Ver Vermillion, I'm speaking in Korean!) "

Ike jumped in straight after Ver,

"Hello everyone, I am Ike Eveland, a Virtual Novelist from Nijisanji EN and part of Luxiem! And one more time, I am talking Swedish. Hej alla, jag är Ike Eveland, a virtuell romanförfattare från Nijisanji EN och en del av Luxiem! Och en gång till, jag är talar Svenska. (Hello everyone, I am Ike Eveland, a virtual novelist from Nijisanji EN and part of Luxiem! And one more time, I am talking Swedish.) "

Zali followed suit with his introduction,

" Hi, hi everyone! My name is Vezalius Bandgae or Zali and today I am speaking French! Salut, Salut tout le monde~! Mon nom est Vezalius Bandage ou Zali et aujourd’hui Je suis parlant français! (Hi, Hi everyone! My name is Vezalius Bandage or Zali and today I am speaking French!) "

Next was Nina,

" Hello, my name is Nina Kosaka. Russaian will be my language. Привет, Меня зовут Nina Kosaka. Русский будет быть мой язык ( Hello, my name is Nina Kosaka. Russian will be my language.) "

Then came Mika,

" My name is Mika Melatika. I speak Indonesian. Nama saya Mika Melatika. Saya berbicara Indonesia (My name is Mika Melatika. I speak Indonesian.) "

Enna chimed in,

" Hello, my name is Enna Alouette. I speak Mandarin Chinese. 你好, 我��� Enna Alouette. 我说话 普通话 中文. (Hello, my name is Enna Alouette. I speak Mandarin Chinese.) "

Now Reimu jumped in,

" Hello my name is Reimu Endou~! I have been chosen to speak Spanish. Hola mi nombre es Reimu Endou~! He sido elegido para hablar español. (Hello my name is Reimu Endou~! I have been chosen to speak Spanish.) "

And finally you gave your introduction,

" Good morning everyone~! My name is YVT/N! I speak Japanese for this collaboration~! おはようございます 皆さん~! 私の名前は YVT/N! 私は日本語を話します 対して これ コラボ~! (Good morning everyone~! My name is YVT/N! I speak Japanese for this collaboration~!) "

And of course no line of introductions would be complete if Luca didn't chime in to introduce himself,

" HIIIIII GUYS! I'm Luca Kaneshiro! I am just gonna be spending some time in the VC while my game downloads and if it finishes before the collab is over, YVT/N said I could speak backwards so I'm not completely understood, POGGGGGGGGG!!! " He said happily causing the rest of the people in the collab to snicker at his enthusiasm.

" Right~! With introductions out of the way, let's get the first round started! Good luck everyone~! " You beamed as the game began.

And of course, as expected, it was complete chaos. There was zero understanding between anyone. You were walking around trying to find a task before stopping, seeing Enna and Nina having some sort of stand off but not understanding a word either woman was saying.

Within a few rounds, Luca finally was able to join into the fun. The new round started, You ran past Ver being chased yelling in Korean by Ike who was yelling in Swedish but of course you didn't understand what either of them were saying. Before running into Luca who was standing over a dead Enna,

" LUCA! 殺しましたか Enna!? (LUCA! Did you kill Enna?!) " You said backing away

" Tahw?! I nod't dnatsrednu tahw ruoy gniyas TVY/N! (What?! I don't understand what your saying YVT/N!) " Luca stammered out, barely able to get through a sentence.

Hearing Luca struggle at getting a sentence out backwards was enough to cause you to snicker,

" 体の上に立つ Luca! 他に誰が殺しただろう Enna?! (Your standing over a body Luca! Who else could have killed Enna?!) " You said quickly going to report Enna's body.

⚠️ EMERGENCY MEETING ⚠️

" 私は見つけた Luca 立っている Enna's 体! (I found Luca standing over Enna's body!) " You spoke out

" Nina jagade mig! (Nina was chasing me!) " Ike called out

" Мне показалось, что я вижу Ike убей кого-нибудь, чтобы я последовал за ним (I thought I saw Ike kill someone so I followed him) " Nina said trying to be heard over the wave of voices

You could see your chat going nuts over the complete chaos this collab was. No one could understand each other and communication was just dead in the water. As the round went on, people were voted out and in the end, the goose ended up winning and the goose turned out to be Ver. Back in the lobby, voices rung out and everyone was finally able to understand each other, everyone was laughing. Luca walked over to you and spoke,

" BABE! I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME THAT KILLED ENNA! " He yelled, faking being hurt

It took a second to realize what Luca had said but when it registered, you looked back to your chat.

Chat: Chairkun223: DID LUCA JUST CALL YVT/N BABE?! YVT/NSimp: OH MY GOD Luca'sJacket44: ARE THEY TOGETHER?! LucaxYVT/NOTP: AWWWH~!

Your jaw hit your desk and you couldn't help but nervous laugh,

" L...luca, we're still live. " you said, your eyes still glued on your chat

" What? What I say? " He asked before he looked at his own chat and realized his mistake.

Both chats were going wild with questions and people squealing over the fact that YVT/N and Luca were a couple. It took a few seconds before the others in the collab realized what happened since you and Luca had gone silent. The rest of the collab was filled with you and Luca trying to go the rest of the collab without looking at the chats, each time you ran into another person in the collab, you could only assume they were teasing you since you couldn't understand a word being said.

The end of the collab came, everyone said their goodbyes and you said goodbye to chat, Luca ran in and hugged you apologizing for outting the relationship during the collab and of course you reassured him that it was okay.

From then on, Luca made sure he was incredibly loving even in streams, he was shameless in letting chat know how amazing he thought you were and how much he loved you.

[leanderfields]

SYNOPSIS: No song lasts forever. Not even a sparrow’s.

C/W: Ais x gn!reader, reader is MC with the curse and all, angst/tragedy- it’s fluffy until it’s not, a few innuendos if you squint, Leander makes an appearance, so does Princess and Vere, spoilers for the red choice in Ais’s demo route, mentions of blood, mild depictions of violence (more like the aftermath; I personally think it’s minor but just in case), written before the full game has been released so some creative liberties were taken when writing about Hightown and the Amaryllis District, more or less my rendition of an early bad ending for Ais, largely inspired by Enna Alouette's Wish of this Songbird

A/N: When you blog is Leander themed, but your first official post is about Ais and it's angst... haha whoops ─=≡Σᕕ(σ‿‿σ)ᕗ

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drip. 

Ais took yet another drag on his cigarette, exhaling with an indolent puff of smoke. This one looks like Princess, he thought. The Soulless let out a reverberating purr on his lap.  

“You think so too, huh?” he grinned, scratching the top of her head. The other hand crushed the butt of the cigarette beneath his heel. That was enough of playing with smoke for now. Any more then he would have to make a trip to Lowtown before the sun sets. Bars weren’t fun during the day, but the streets were livelier according to a certain mage. The idea of running into familiar faces while taking a leisurely stroll didn’t seem that bad either. 

Ais drove the cigarette butt deeper into his heel. Well, it’s not like he could leave right now. 

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Pant. Pant.

Princess sprung off his lap, wooden panels creaking as she bounced towards the Seaspring’s entrance. Her tail swayed back and forth and her tendrils followed in suit. Ais reached for an extra floor pillow. Must be someone she liked. 

“Ais! Are you home?” a cheery voice chirped between Princess’s purrs. 

The demon smirked, hoisting himself up the rafters. He shifted into a comfortable position and propped his head onto the back of his hand. The beams rasped under his weight. His crimson eyes flickered to his Soulless pet who was quick to follow his trail, leading a cloaked figure to a tea set in between two hastily arranged floor pillows. 

“Ais! I know you’re home!” 

Princess gave him an eager stare. He put a finger to his lips and tossed the Soulless a treat from up above, one she happily scarfed down.

“Ai–”

“You should try looking up more, sparrow.”

“Well, hosts usually don’t greet guests from up above,” you said, pulling your hood down to meet his gaze, revealing bright eyes full of wonder and hope. Eyes that bored into his blood-red, piercing orbs. Ais saw them one too many times before they were engulfed by the same crimson that colored these eerily still waters. 

“Who said you’re my guest?”

“If I recall, your exact words were ‘you know where to find me.’” You crossed your arms. 

Ais sighed and jumped off the rickety rafter. The wood creaked beneath his feet and the waters rippled across the spring as he towered over you. His lips were on the verge of smiling. 

“Still not my guest though.”

“Even if I made a decision?”

“Even if you made a decision,” he flashed his fangs at you with a grin. You rolled your eyes and took a seat on one of the floor pillows. Princess trotted over to your side. Her tail continued to wag while you hummed a sweet song, pouring tea into two cups. Someone’s in a good mood. You were fairly relaxed despite dubbing the Seaspring as “the creepiest place in the world”. 

“So what’s your verdict?” he asked. 

“The tea is oversteeped,” you quipped, handing him a cup.

“That’s no way to treat a host,” Ais said, taking a generous sip of the moderately oversteeped tea.

“I thought I wasn’t a guest?”

Ais glanced at his cup, the floor pillows and the Soulless who seemed to enjoy your company more than his. He crouched down, meeting you at eye level. You flinched the moment his fingers made contact with your forehead. “You also thought I was a host.”

“Resorting to violence, already?” you giggled, rubbing your forehead. It differed from the crude laugh you let out when he told you about Ocudeus. This laugh was an endearing sing-songed melody that filled the empty spring with the same wonder and hope in your eyes. Ais’s own eyes lingered on the distinctly pink area of your skin. 

“Answer the question, sparrow.”

Your laughter halted. The mirth fell from your face as quickly as it came. You coughed and cleared your throat, “I’ve been thinking about what you said last night.”

“Said a lot of things last night,” Ais said dryly. He made three bad impressions during your first encounter. Many things had gone awry last night at the Wet Wick. Would that be the fourth or fifth bad impression he’s made since meeting you? It was an average bar brawl for him, but not for a newcomer as soft as you were. He flexed his bandaged hand. Well, maybe you weren’t that soft. 

“The thing you said about my curse… ‘Is the thought of living with it so unbearable?’”

“What about it?”

“I’ve been thinking about the things you said after that,” you paused to glance at him, but your eyes were quick to retreat back to your twiddled thumbs, “I’ve survived this far with it… but I don’t want others to suffer because of my curse.”

Ais’s lips morph into a visible frown, “So you want to take a drink.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Implied it.”

“I… want to find alternatives. Vere agreed to introduce me to some people from the Senobium.”

His frown deepened. You were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for all the wrong reasons. Though he can’t say that he isn’t fond of your chirpier side. The people of Eridia were typically solemn, apprehensive or the occasional thorn in the flesh.  

“The Senobium’s bad news,” he muttered. Ais’s crimson orbs glowered at the mention of the academy. You shrunk at the face of his deadly glare. “Seriously, sparrow.”

“It’s a little better than losing a bit of this,” you tapped the side of your temple, a gibe at the same gesture he used to explain the price of drinking from the spring.

“You’d be losing far more.”

“At least I won’t lose my shitty attitude.”. 

You were always the one to roll your eyes— always annoyed, and short-tempered, but it was Ais’s turn to roll his eyes now. “You want to keep that of all things?”

“Yes, some people happen to like it,” you beamed, jabbing a finger at his side. Your touch was as light as a feather.  

“I’m the only person who said that.”

“Verbally, yes, but I think others might like me too.”

“Oh? Like who?”

“Leander.”

A deep chuckle escaped Ais’s lips. He threw his head back with a rumble, his horns scraping against one of the wooden beams. The spring water swelled beneath him and his tea had run cold. Princess snorted as well. 

“What’s so funny?” you asked, tilting your head.  

“He’s friendly with everyone. Don’t let it get to your head.”

“It’s not getting to my head.” 

Ais hummed nonchalantly, pouring himself a bit more tea. The contents of the teapot had also run cold, but the demon continued to drain every last drop of the murky liquid into his cup. 

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

He raised his cup, “Sorry. Did you want some?”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I should be going now.”

“So soon?”

Words ran out of his mouth before he could catch them, but you put your hand up, a futile attempt to stop them dead in their tracks. “I just wanted to let you know about my decision. I’d rather not keep you.”

And yet they kept running. 

“Not like I got many things to do here,” Ais shrugged. 

“I’ve got many things to do in Lowtown.” 

Ais grunted and pushed himself off the ground. He smoothed his hands over his trousers, brushing off invisible crumbs. Then, he offered you a hand. 

“We’ll walk you back.” 

You checked your bandages before taking his hand. He squeezed your hand before pulling you up to your feet. You return the gesture, squeezing his own bandaged hand. The demon firmly squeezed your hand once again, as if he wanted the last laugh. Ais then turned his attention to Princess and whistled. At the signal, the Soulless rose to all fours. Her tendrils unfurled and coiled around his forearm as she trotted over to his side.

“Wanna go for a walk?” he cooed.

While Princess purred and her tail wagged rapidly, bewilderment washed over your face. You never heard Ais engage in baby talk. Few people have, but their expressions were always the same. A big, bad monster coddling another big, bad monster? How strange. How absurd!

“Oh, yes you do! Yes, you do!” 

You burst into a fit of laughter again. Princess cocked her head, looking up at her owner for an answer. Ais shook his head and scratched her chin. 

“I’m sorry,” you gasped between your giggles, “It’s just– ha– so silly!”

“Take your time, sparrow.”

“Sorry, sorry! I’m done now.” you said, wiping a single tear from the corner of your eye. Ais smirked. Sparrow sure was a fitting name for you– who always twittered in short, abrupt bursts. 

“After you.”

He pulled you towards him with a languid tug of his arm. His large hands stiffly held yours as he guided you towards the Seaspring’s entrance. The warmth of his hands seeped through your bandages. Princess trailed behind you, prancing along the wooden panels. You stared into the crimson water, the rafters, the talismans on the wooden frames– things that haven’t changed since your last visit to the spring or perhaps for a long, long time. The water formed small waves unnaturally and other Soulless creatures held your stare with a watchful, famished gazes. Shuddering, you turned your attention back to Ais.

Sunlight traced the edges of the entrance and as you neared the opening, the soft yellow rays kissed Ais’s sharp features, highlighting his jaw, nose and horns. He squinted in the harsh lighting, bringing his other hand to shield his eyes. You drew the hood of your cloak up. Princess dashed past your reluctant figures and leaped straight into the sun’s embrace. She let out a bark that sounded like a meow and, much to Ais’s dismay, stomped her legs in the bog’s muddy waters, urging the both of you to continue walking. 

“You heard the boss,” he pointed. 

You nodded and followed Princess. She was several meters ahead. Still in sight, but far enough to not eavesdrop. Not that Soulless creatures could listen in on conversations. Even if they could, there would be nothing to note. No words were exchanged between you and Ais. Your hands were still intertwined. Ais stole glances at you while you were engrossed in the horizon where Eridia stood proud and tall. At this angle, it looked like the sun was balancing on top of the city’s highest point– the Senobium’s spire. His eyes narrowed. He could hardly understand why anyone wanted to go to such a gloomy place. 

“Will you be at the Wet Wick tonight?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Ais clicked his tongue and averted his eyes to the side, “Depends.”

“Depends?”

“Might be there. Might not.”

“I see,” you smiled. Your eyes fixed themselves on the horizon and you both trudged across the mucky terrain in a stalemate of sounds. If the Soulless couldn’t find anything to note, perhaps crickets would. 

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. 

Ais pressed his lips together as the bartender poured his umpteenth glass of whiskey. He sighed. Ais had only known you for two days, but there was something about your response earlier that lacked the usual bite and spite you had. The hell did you mean by “I see”? Were you finally at ease with his presence? Were you simply relieved that he wasn’t going to be there tonight? Another bad impression? He shook his head. It didn’t matter what you thought of him. At the very least, you weren’t pissing yourself at the sight of him. 

“Something on your mind?” Leander’s peart voice chimed in. He patted Ais on the back with a firm smack before he slung an arm around his broad shoulders. The demon glanced at him, raising a brow. He had one of those chewy shots in his hands again. Ais licked his fangs. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Leander put his hands up defensively, “I’m not trying to pry! You just… seem a bit glum over here… in the corner.” His voice trailed off at the latter half. 

“No one to pick a fight with.”

“Well, there’s always some friendly arm wrestling matches here. Or maybe some tabletop card games?” 

“You just don’t want to pay for everyone’s drinks again.”

“I could pay for your next one,” he offered. 

Leander caught the glass in his hand when the bartender slid it over. He nodded at her and she seemed to have gotten the memo. Shouts erupted from the Bloodhounds by the door. Someone had scored in whatever game they were playing. The mage’s emerald eyes darted to his companions then back to Ais. 

“Duty calls.”

After another pat on Ais’s back, Leander was gone as quickly as he came. He jumped onto a table in the center, chanted something, raising his chewy shot glass and the crowd joined him. Claps, stomps, and hollers. Looks like he’s paying for everyone’s drinks again after all. Ais raised his glass a beat later than the Bloodhounds. He didn’t clap, stomp or holler, but the occasion was something worth celebrating. Free whiskey was better than cheap booze. 

Ice clinked as he set his glass down and wood creaked. Weird. He was familiar with the sound of wood crepitating, but that sound was reserved for the rafters in the Seaspring. The Wet Wick was home to the sound of wood breaking. If wood were to creak here, the only source would be that dilapidated door. Not from the roof. 

Ais leaned back against the bar counter and turned his head upward, to the sound of creaking wood. And there you were– standing on the stair landing, leaning against the railing. He tipped his head further back. You craned your neck, bringing your face closer to his, albeit at an awkward perpendicular angle. You smiled like you had struck gold. Your hair tickled his cheeks. He never paid any mind to the Wet Wick’s second floor, but he made a note to remember it now. The stairwell was also dilapidated. 

“Evening, sparrow.”

“I take it you were in the mood to come?” 

“Drinks were on Leander.”

“I see.”

There it was again. That damned “I see”. What the hell did you see? His eyes flickered over to your figure which was no longer cloaked. Your hair was disheveled, hands still covered like a maiden, and a yawn gracing your features as you approached the bar stool beside him. He saw something, alright. 

“Sleep well?” 

“Like a corpse.”

“That tired, huh?”

“I had a lot of errands to run today.”

You lunged forward and reached for a beer stein, a pitcher of water and a bottle of fruit wine behind the counter and poured yourself a helping amount of each into the mug. The barmaid paid no mind to you or your bizarre concoction. She continued polishing glasses as if you were a trick of the light. She must’ve seen combinations far more peculiar than diluted wine in a mug. 

Ais swirled his whiskey, “Got a side hustle, already?”

“I guess you could say that. I’ve been taking some odd jobs. Information is worth its weight in gold here and I need information more than anything. Of course… you’d already know that,” you said, placing your hand onto your cheek. 

“Hard not to know when you keep pestering me for some.” 

“Not anymore! You can keep your spring secrets.”

“There were no secrets. Told you everything you needed to know.”

“Yeah, in the vaguest way possible,” you deadpanned.

“Did you not learn anything at all here?”

“Excuse me?”

There was the bite and spite you had. He was starting to miss it. He worried you’d pick up some of the insipid Hightown mannerisms, but it was for naught. You were still the spitfire. Ais smirked, “You just said information was worth its weight in gold. I know none of your secrets yet you keep asking for mine.”

You frowned at a loss for words. He was right. Though, you didn’t have anything to share that was worth even a sliver of copper. Nothing interesting. Nothing groundbreaking. Nothing that would turn a few heads. Save for your curse, but Ais figured that your curse laid in your molten hands from just a glimpse so that was off the table.

“What would you like to know?” you asked, silently resigned. 

“Nothing.” 

“Then why did you make a big fuss about secrets?” 

Ais’s smile reached his ears. Your voice was nearing a shout. A rosy tint crept up your cheeks. The bar was dull in terms of entertainment on the weekdays– no roughnecks or angry sleazers–  but seeing you worked up was a sight for sore eyes.  

“You called the kettle black. Kettle’s gotta retaliate.” 

“What if I want to know more about the kettle?”

“Thought you were done with the spring.”

“I am, but I want to know more about you.”

Your smile matched his, reaching ear to ear or higher if Ais’s eyes didn’t deceive him. The demon hummed, fiddling with his silver pendant that dangled by his sternum. He was feigning deliberation, but you leaned in on his sea-glass colored bicep, humming along. A sweet harmony to contrast his timbre, ushering him to a conclusion.

“Shoot,” Ais grinned. 

“Why don’t you live in the city?” You pushed yourself off his arm. Your curious eyes leveled with his. 

“Don’t think people here like my pets much.”

The Bloodhounds seemingly roared in affirmation. Another point scored in their vapid game. Timing was great. Ais swirled his whiskey again. Its amber color mellowed out to a muted brownish-yellow. The ice had melted.

“You live out there for your pets? Isn’t it lonely?”

“My pets are good company and… I go out at night.”

“If you feel like it.”

“Especially if I feel like it.”

“So it’s not that lonely out there?”

“Being alone and being lonely are two different things, sparrow.”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Is that what you think?.”

“So yes?” you tried again.

He shook his head. You opened your mouth and formed a slight “O” shape before closing it. Ais propped his head onto his knuckles and continued, “Can’t be alone or lonely with my pets and my friend.” He tapped his temple. You rolled your eyes. 

“Your friend talks?”

“‘Course they do.”

He let your snickers slip past his sharp ears. You still thought he had a screw loose up there despite him being dead serious. You, on the other hand, were dying from disbelief and laughter, but it didn’t matter if you believed him or not. If he showed you, you’d be as aimless as the Soulless or worse– pronounced as dead. Fortunately for you, he reserved Ocudeus for special once-in-a blue-moon occasions and tonight was a new moon… so he’ll play along with you. Yeah, he’s got an imaginary friend. They hit up the bar every other night and have a grand old time. The sea-glass ink that snaked around his arm was a matching tattoo with a drinking buddy whose name had long been forgotten. 

“What about you? Curse aside, why are you in Eridia?” Ais asked once your hysterics simmered down.

“I’m only here because of my curse,” you replied coolly. 

“Going home after you’re cured?”

You blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. Ais’s eyes never left you– like a vulture waiting on your last breath. Looks like he hit the nail on the head. Not that it was hard to miss. You were easy to read. If his heart was on his sleeve, yours was on a platter. 

“I guess not.” 

“No family?”

“Something like that.”

“So you’re a runaway,” he reckoned. 

Your eyes fell to the table and then to Ais’s metal-clad fingers which were drumming on the wooden surface.

“Got it wrong?” 

“No, I mean, you were spot on. Intuition’s good.”

“Thanks. Got it from my friend.”

“Pft– does your friend know anything else about me?”

“You’re good company,” Ais said.

“Oh yeah?”

“Bites and barks the same amount. Terrible taste in drinks, but you hold a decent conversation so… that makes up for it.”

“I’ll have you know that my tas– hic!”

Your hands were quick to clamp over your mouth. Muffled “hics” periodically bypassed your bandaged fingers despite your vain efforts. Beside you, Ais was doing his darndest to maintain a neutral expression. His lips were pressed together tightly as if all of his teeth would fall out if he were to open his mouth. 

Hic. Hic. Hic.

Ais had failed. A snort filled your ears. You shot him the deadliest glare you could muster, but it had no effect on him. His smirk was as smug as always. He locked eyes with you, taking your cup and filling it with water from a nearby pitcher. Maybe with a little too much water. The contents sloshed around the rim and splashed onto the table once he set it down. 

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

He gestured at the mug, “Need to be fed too?”

Your lips curved upward beneath your hands, shaking your head “no”. Ais motioned at the cup once again. This time, you obliged. You lowered your bandaged fingers and wrapped them around the mug. Excess water leaked into the gauze as you gulped down half the pint in hopes of quelling your antsy diaphragm. 

“You a lightweight?”

“Didn’t drink much back home.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. The hiccups seemed to have subsided. You exhaled in relief and hoped that your embarrassment hadn’t traveled too far up your cheeks. 

“No one to drink with?”

“More like… I didn’t go out much.”

“Good thing you’re free as a bird now.”

You smiled, “Yeah, I can go anywhere I want.”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. 

Ais pinched the bridge of his nose as the gutter above his head pelted him with cold droplets of water. Stormy clouds invited themselves to Eridia over the course of the night, but they couldn’t decide whether they wanted to rain or not. They sprinkled a bit of rain here and some there, but showers never lasted more than five minutes. Even a man past his prime could last longer than these “storms”. The demon sidestepped the gutter and set his foot straight into a puddle. He scowled. 

A little water didn’t hurt Ais. In fact, he liked the rain… just not when he was cradling a flimsy paper bag filled with gourmet dog biscuits. He would rather have shrimp cocktails for breakfast, lunch, and dinner than to make another trip to Hightown and talk to that snobby baker again. 

…Maybe that was a stretch. His Soulless pets deserved the best and Ais would rather bite his own tongue than let seafood get anywhere near his mouth. One shrimp cocktail was enough for a lifetime. Dealings with an elitist dragged on for only a few minutes. Seconds if Ais skipped their hoity-toity pleasantries and opted to use his fists instead– a thought he entertained from time to time after one too many “please” and “thank you's”. It was more or less an intrusive thought, a controlled impulse. Ais was more than happy to wipe the disdain off that baker’s face with a solid punch, but then Princess wouldn’t have any fancy treats for when she was on her best behavior. He clicked his tongue. For her, he would be on his best behavior too.

The sun peaked out from the ashen clouds, shining a bit of light onto Ais’s path as if the sky was seeking penance for ruining his early morning shopping trip. He turned his head. He stared too long again. Even if shrouded by clouds, the sun was always there. Nothing special. His hurried steps padded the cobblestone road with a steady rhythm. His back faced the pearly bridge that connected Hightown to Lowtown. Ais adjusted the bag in his arms as he made his way through the maze of flood-eroded buildings.  

Highborn nobles would be appalled at the sight of Lowtown, but this was Ais’s turf. No pleasantries. People here were blunt enough to let the money talk. Business was business. No “please” or “thank you’s”. You only needed to pay. If you didn’t want to pay, you exchanged information or goods. A brawl also doubled as a negotiation. A shame folks here were scared shitless of the Soulless. 

Hu. Tu. Du, du, du, du. 

Ais stopped. His crimson eyes casted their gaze to an alleyway that bisected the deserted Lowtown street that led to the spring and the lively Amaryllis District. He spun his heel and looked up at the gilded buildings of Hightown then back to the alleyway. A detour wouldn’t hurt. The Amaryllis District was closer to the bog than that bakery was. Besides, he hadn’t been there in a while. A change of pace was much needed.The walk home would be less lonely too. The district never slept. 

La, du, du, du, du. 

This tune… 

The Seaspring was home to a few, repetitive sounds: The blood-red waters dripping and rippling from seepage, the purrs and growls of the Soulless and hushed whispers. When one ventured out to the Wet Wick, they, too, heard a few, repetitive sounds: alcohol being poured and measuredly sipped, the shouts and hollers of those who had one too many drinks, and faint murmurs. 

There was not much of a difference in terms of sound between the spring and the city (save for Hightown’s polite contempt for commotion and the entertainment district’s hustle and bustle) but Ais knew a sparrow’s song when he heard one. He was sure of it– not that he was a musical prodigy or any sort. The song was unfamiliar, but he knew the sound of your voice. He never took you for a singer, but he also didn’t take you for a lightweight. He bet you never took him for the type to spoil his pets rotten either. 

He smirked as he squeezed himself through the narrow passage. 

A  flurry of colors greeted him at the end of the tunnel like a gust of wind. Cerulean and coral lanterns strung themselves from building to building. Booths lined the street with an array of pastel tents. The avenue was nothing short of paintings, artisan goods, hand-crafted trinkets and gadgets. Street food vendors were also up and running, undeterred by the untimely hour. The elephant in the room was a large shell-pink tent sat in the middle of the plaza. People flocked and filed themselves around a ticket booth. The sign by the entrance read something along the lines of “troupe”. The fuss rushed past Ais, failing to rope him in. 

His main attraction was a lone stall several paces to his right. The stand was further from its competitors, but it was as busy as any other booth in the district. Tables and benches lined its perimeter. Most of them were occupied. Some had wax candles and pressed flowers while others had glass and frayed paint brushes. Ais scanned the area and smiled, eyes landing on a bench in the corner. It was you, alright. The tune you were humming increased in volume as he tip-toed towards your table. Your back was facing him, immersed in your art project. Your hood was drawn up as well, but he caught sight of your bandages. You were trying to be discreet, but you stood out like a sore thumb to him. The Amaryllis District was vivacious and colorful. Even the air smelled colorful. You, on the other hand, were as ominous as a disciple of death– black cloak, half of your features shrouded by a cowl, and hands wrapped in gauze. And you had the gall to call the Seaspring creepy? The superstitious folks would’ve believed you if you came knocking on their door one day and told them their time was up. 

But as luck would have it, Ais never bought into that sort of bullshit. And you were scary as a rabbit. Mischief spread across his face. 

He pulled your hood down, earning a squeaky yelp from you. His hand was quick to clamp over your mouth, but nevertheless, a couple of heads turned– including yours. 

“Easy. It’s just me.”

You nodded and pulled your hood back up with a huff. He removed his hand from your mouth, barely dodging the daggers you glared at him. He grinned. 

“Top o’ the morning to you too, sparrow.”

You cocked your head. Ais put a hand behind his neck and cleared his throat. His gaze averted yours. 

“Learned something last week. Means good morning.”

“Couldn’t you just say ‘good morning’?” you muttered. 

“Gets boring.”

You rolled your eyes and returned to the glass bottle in your hand. It was short and stout, snuggly fit into your palm. He peered over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of a trio of birds flying over an ocean that was a work in progress. He frowned, realizing your little work song had ceased. He set his dog biscuits by your paint palette. You raised an eyebrow at the paper bag. 

“For Princess,” he explained.

“Has she been well?”

“The good-est girl.”

“And you?”

“The good-est boy.”

“The best,” you joked.

Ais rested his head on the base of his palm and watched you add strokes of blue to your ocean. It was a shade darker than the other blues. It reminded him of Mhin’s cape. He grimaced. It reminded him of one of those rare nights in Eridia where the skies were clear enough to see the stars. His eyes trailed up to the stormy clouds. He won’t be seeing any stars anytime soon. When Ais turned his attention back to you, you had moved onto a lighter blue. 

“You an artist?” 

“Dabbled in it.”

“How ‘bout a singer?”

“I don’t sing.”

“Could’ve sworn you just were.”

“You misheard,” you said with finality.

“Did not.” He paused, then added, “Got sharp ears.” Ais pointed to his ears. They were indeed sharp– as most of his features were. Perhaps the only thing that wasn’t sharp about him was the ink on his arms. 

He was met with silence and took it as an invitation to continue prodding at you. 

“Okay then do you hum?”

Your lips were taut. Your brows knitted together in contemplation. Then, they relaxed. Ais smiled as you reluctantly nodded. The movement was incredibly subtle. If he blinked, he would’ve missed his prize..  

“It sounded nice.” 

“You think?” Your back straightened. 

“Yeah, could’ve taken you for a performer here.” 

“Now you’re just flattering me.”

“Honest, sparrow.”

“I thought about it before… back home… being a performer– even an artist,” you gestured at your glass with your paintbrush, "But I had… another role to play.”

You tucked your hair behind your ear and swapped the blue paint out for an off-white color, sketching sea foam onto your ocean waves. A secret was on the tip of your tongue. 

“Not anymore though, right?”

You nodded. Free as a bird, you thought. You angled the glass to finish up some details. You were by no means talented. It was nothing worth auctioning or featuring in a gallery, but it was something you enjoyed, something you hoped to improve at. You found yourself coming to this booth more often than you’d like to admit. The owner knew your face and you had a collection of painted glass bottles tucked away in your room at the Wet Wick. 

“Do you come here often?” you asked, changing the subject.

“Only to see a friend.”

You turned your head to the building with pink curtains. His eyes narrowed. 

“Not like that, sparrow.” 

“You were misleading,” you shrugged.

“This district’s alright. Too perfumy though,” Ais elaborated. A philanderer was not going on his mental tally of bad impressions on you. He’d like to keep the numbers at a humble three or four. He had causal relationships in the past, but not to that extent. It’s been a while too so it didn't count. That title was more suitable for other people. He could name a few off the top of his head, but he’ll do you a solid favor and keep those names to himself. 

“You don’t come here often because of the smell–”

“Too strong on the nose.” He tapped his nose for good measure.

“When you live by a swamp?” You finished.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The water smells… strange there. It’s not like the river here.”

He knew what you meant. He knew the smell. He was certain you did too. You knew that smell all too well, considering you were welcomed by it on your first day in this city. It followed you as much as it followed him. Neither of you said a thing. Not a word or a whisper. A topic like that matched the somber skies, but clashed with the vitality of the arts and entertainment district. 

“Smells fine to me.”

“That’s because you live by it!”

Ais smirked. 

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drip.  

Those pesky gray clouds have finally decided to cry their eyes out after two days of dilly dallying in the sky, submerging Lowtown with their tears. The ramshackle districts of Eridia were no stranger to floods. It was something the people had grown used to, looked forward to even. Floods may destroy a few buildings or dent a couple of roofs, but they also wash away the pungent smell of blood and death. The downpour was so strong that the Soulless avoided the city. The people were free to wander about at night, albeit with a few limitations. There was not a single booth set up in the Amaryllis District. It was the only time the plaza got a wink of sleep. Well, most of the district. A handful of lights were still on and all pink curtains were drawn, a sign they could go all night long if they wanted to– rain or shine. That wasn’t the case for most stores in Lowtown. Most closed when the downpour began, but bars were open and that was all that mattered to Ais. 

It was when Eridia rained that he simultaneously felt the most alone and the most at home. The flooded streets were akin to the Seaspring’s waters, but there was not a single soul in sight. He waded through the murky waters with unease. The rain turned the city into his domain. He was fond of it for many reasons, but it did not do what many Eridians loved about it the most: wash away unbearable stenches. Petrichor masked the smell of death, but it was prevalent nonetheless. Something lurked in these waters, waiting to be reaped. Or perhaps Ais’s intuition was off? His senses had been haywire for the past few days. He found himself looking over his shoulder to see if someone was behind him. Heat rushed to his usually cold cheeks. His heart raced even though he barely moved an inch. The rain started not too long ago so was it a long shot to say that not everything was washed out yet?

Splash!

Ais whipped his neck around, observing the Wet Wick’s alleyway. Blood spewed from the narrow pathway and coiled around his boots. It swirled and dissolved into the flood water congregating by the Wet Wick’s entrance. He cracked his knuckles and made his way to the alleyway. Even the rain couldn’t stop a good bar brawl. The victor of that fight was a worthy adversary if they could draw blood. Even if they weren’t, he was getting restless anyhow. Throwing a punch or two and knocking someone would be an easy fix for that. Talk about exciting. 

Thud! 

His grin faded as he stepped into the alleyway. His eyes dilated at the sight of Vere pining a cloaked figure to the wall with his bare hands. Blood spilled on the wall, dripping down into the flood water. Ais knew that cloak a little too well. It was black and embroidered with little bits of gold at the hem. He saw it a few times. At the Seaspring. At the Wet Wick. At the Amaryllis District. 

He could count the number of times he saw that cloak on his hands, but the amount of times it plagued his thoughts every now and then exceeded the number stars in the sky– When will you visit Princess again? What kind of weird drink will you have next time? Would he be able to hear that song again?

The same cloak that festered in his mind was now saturated with blood. Despite the ebony fabric, there was enough blood in certain areas to dye it red. Your torso. Your legs. Your head. Though shrouded by a hood as always, your cowl was the deepest of crimsons. It was tantamount to the thick red waters of the spring. 

Vere was the first– and perhaps the only one–  to notice Ais. He furrowed his auburn brows and dropped your body onto the ground. An audible thump echoed through the alley yet you remained still, blood pooling and pooling.  

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Ais responded with silence. His eyes lingered on you. He hoped for you to chirp and twitter about something. Curse or bite someone if you must. 

“Senobium’s orders,” Vere said, tossing his hair over his shoulder, “They were snooping around too much and… you know how that goes.”

"...I see." Two meaningless words that added nothing to the conversation, something he picked up from you. He never truly grasped the meaning of the phrase– he always thought of it as a sarcastic response– but "I see" seemed suitable to use for this specific situation. The scene before Ais was truly something and damn right he saw. He saw enough to know everything.

Vere's dusty pink eyes fell to his feet where blood accumulated. His ears drooped as he stepped away from your body. If he had put his tail between his legs, he could’ve fooled anyone.  His shoulder brushed Ais’s on his way out of the alley. “We should head inside. My fur’s getting soaked.”

The demon balled his fists, words flying over his head. He sauntered deeper into the pathway and knelt down by your side. The bar’s dilapidated door creaked open and then shut, briefly shining on your marred face. There was not a single fleck of wonder or hope in your eyes. They were dull and gray like the stormy sky above you. 

“I told you the Senobium was bad news, sparrow,” Ais smiled bitterly. 

Rain trickled down his face, hot and briny. He smelt the stench of death before. He had seen disfigured bodies in the bog and drew blood during fights. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but somehow he could not bear to look at you or your mangled neck for any longer. He was getting tired of the rain already. He was tired of kneeling by your side. With a dejected sigh, Ais stood up. 

Clink!

He clicked his tongue and lifted his boot up, revealing a shard of glass. Curious, he knelt down again, examining the shattered glass around your body. Must’ve been that bottle you painted the other day. Ais could barely make out the pieces, but he saw the various shades of blue you used. His eyes shifted to a rather large fragment by his boot. Unlike the other bits of glass, this one was yellow-orange with a small black line, the silhouette of a bird flying into the sun. Ais stomped on the fragment, crushing the painted sun beneath his feet as one would with a cigarette butt. He rose from the ground and turned his back to you, but instead of entering the bar, he ventured out into the storm. 

Then maybe, just maybe, he, too, could be swept away by the rain. 

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BRAINROT/THIRST LIST

including miscellaneous content that isn't exactly fic but sure are thoughts. author's commentary can be found at the bottom of the list

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💔 angst

💝 fluff

🖤 nsfw/sexual, features content not intended for minors

(parentheses): brainrot/thoughts that relate to another fic i wrote

[will add more if needed]

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🦁 luca kaneshiro

🦊 mysta rias

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༻✧༺ thoughts on shu’s ponytail before 2.0 reveal 💝

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⛓ axel syrios

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tempus vanguard ｡･:*˚:✧｡

🎩 gavis bettel

🪫 machina x flayon

🔅 banzoin hakka

🏹 josuiji shinri

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avallum ｡･:*˚:✧｡

🍻 gale galleon

🌿 cassian floros

🌙lucien lunaris

♈ zander netherbrand

🕹 rosco graves

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#ao3 wrapped 2023 questions

༻✧༺ most comments and favorite line/passage

༻✧༺ most proud of, longest time writing, and most troublesome character

༻✧༺ feedback comparison between tumblr and ao3

༻✧༺ most hits and biggest surprise

༻✧༺ favorite fic title

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fic commentary and notes

༻✧༺ worldbuilding and magic (trading a heart) | original fic

༻✧༺ zombie au notes (in pursuit to and from the sun) | original fic

↪ explaining luca's characterization and breaking down shu snapping

↪ reader as an unreliable narrator and luca as an ignored character

↪ ike and reader: where are they now

༻✧༺ stars above your skin notes (pliskinverse) | original fic

↪ reasoning behind the title and star symbolism

↪ thoughts on reader as a vtuber and limits as a fan writer

[hearts444karma]

「　𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ！」　☆彡　headcanons

usually confident but becomes a bundle of nerves when it’s time to confess. they might stammer, blush, and avoid eye contact, finally blurting out their feelings in a rush, then holding their breath waiting for your response

yu q. wilson. millie parfait. reimu endou.

meticulously plans the perfect moment, whether it’s a date at a significant location, a handwritten letter, or a surprise event. they think through every detail to make the confession memorable and special.

aia amare. ver vermillion. ike eveland. maria marionette. fulgur ovid. vox akuma

express themselves best through creativity, the confession might come through a song, a poem, a piece of art, or even a story.

ren zotto. aia amare. doppio dropscythe. fulgur ovid.

a surprise not only for you being confessed to but also for them! maybe it’s a situation where emotions are running high, and the words just burst out, surprising both you both. (i’m just imagining that scene from madagascar when the giraffe confesses his feelings during the plane crash-)

alban knox. enna alouette. vantacrow bringer. claude clawmark. scarle yonaguni

didn’t plan to confess, but the perfect moment just happens. maybe it’s during a shared laugh, intense gaze, or a comforting hug, and the words “i love you” just slip out naturally.

vezalius bandage. ike eveland. shu yamino.

[celestial-letters]

"i shall checkmate you!" 🎶

hello hello!! you may know me from my main blog, @nostalgic-muffins but i have now started a writing blog! this is only a side blog but i wanted to write on this one, rather then my main so now this is a thing lol

requests: OPEN!!!!! dont be shy and to send me requests! i will be more then happy to take em (also i might take a while to fulfill ur request bc i happen to be the worlds #1 procrastinator so keep that in mind!)

if ya dont know me from my main, then hello and welcome! im lorelai but i also go by other names such as nene, ren, and moose

ill be writing x reader for proseka and niji en. but wait, theres more! i started playing obey me in august and the boys have been rotating in my brain a lot, so i accept obm requests now!

rules for that lol:

no nsfw!!!!!! im uncomfortable w it and id rather leave it to the professionals lol

headcanons, fluff, angst, and oneshots and stuff like that r allowed!!

uhhhhhhh idk how to write comfort btw

would rather invade denmark instead of holding hands? no worries, i gotchu because i also take platonic requests!

i might turn down some reqs if i dont watch the liver often/ havent read that character's story yet (i am very lazy and havent paid attention to mmj, l/n, and i still havent finished n25 story)

im a girl but any pronouns r alright (she/he r what im most comfortable with!)

if theres sum thats writing but isnt x reader, itll be tagged with "a letter from yours truly!💌" anything under that tag will also be lowercase intentionally, as it feel more true to me compared to my x reader works!

if theres sum thats not writing, itll be tagged with "nene's non-mail posts!!💌"

if theres sum that is x reader, it'll be tagged with "youve got mail! wanna open it?💌"

anything thats sent to me in my inbox will be tagged with "nene's inbox 📬"

ill be writing for every prsk chara!!(if i can)

list of livers ill be writing for(if they get requested):

(☆ = theyre my oshi! ill probably be able to write them ok)

Elira Pendora

Pomu Rainpuff

Selen Tatsuki

Rosemi Lovelock

Enna Alouette

Luca Kaneshiro

Ike Eveland

Shu Yamino

Alban Knox [☆]

Fulgur Ovid

Uki Violetta

Sonny Brisko

Kyo Kaneko [☆]

Maria Marionette

Aia Amare

Aster Arcadia

Scarle Yonaguni

Ren Zotto

Doppio Dropscythe [☆]

Kotoka Torahime

Ver Vermillion

if a liver isnt included, its because i dont watch them a lot and wont be able to write them well. in millie's case... why would i-!?

thank you!! ill try my best to please you with my mediocre writing lol

all dividers i use here r made by the lovely @//cafekitsune !! (images of the characters r usually official art i cropped myself c:)

past layouts: rosemi lovelock (made by me!)

current layout: minori hanasato (made by hiddencircus here on tumblr!)

-nene (the rizzard)

"i shall escort you!" 🎶

[fwacchi]

headcanons for Kagami, Alban, Shu and Enna with another Vtuber who they treat like a younger sibling please?

THEM TREATING YOU LIKE A YOUNGER SIBLING

genre: fluff

pairings: Kagami Hayato, Alban Knox, Shu Yamino, Enna Alouette x gn!reader

Kagami Hayato

When your debut was announced, he realised that you share the same “mama” with him so he decided to watch your debut stream and was absolutely in love with your personality and your character design.

He didn’t expect to interact with you so soon, but his debut mates; Hakase and Yorumi, who took a liking to you, proposed a collab stream and Kagami was quite pleased with finally being able to talk to you.

More collab streams in the future because he loves streaming with you.

He’s not sure if it’s because the two of you share the same “mama”, but he has this feeling of wanting to protect you.

Protective of you to the point he wouldn’t let others to badmouth you even if it’s just a teasing.

Because of this, other vtubers like to mess with him and tell him how he looks more like a “dad” to you instead of a “brother”.

Alban Knox

Loves doing collab streams with you.

Is such a show off, proudly talking about the relationship both of you share and claims that both of you are very close, which is true tbh.

Protective of you and wouldn’t let the other members flirt with you at all.

But when people look at the two of you interacting, it’s almost like he’s the younger sibling because of his cuteness and clinginess.

The other members like to flirt with you just to get a reaction out of him. (Vox and Uki mostly)

Shu Yamino

He watched your debut stream from beginning to the end.

Left a comment on the first stream you had after your debut stream, gaining many viewers attention.

He was also the first person to collab with you, immediately loving how both of you got along so well.

Didn’t notice he was acting like an older brother with you until his viewers pointed it out and started making fanarts of the two of you.

Always makes sure to check up on you and guide(?) you if you’re struggling with the whole vtuber thing.

Doesn’t really mind the other members flirting with you, especially if you seem like you’re enjoying it.

But if you seem quite uncomfortable by it, he’ll immediately put it to a stop.

Enna Alouette

She absolutely loves teasing you and would never get tired of your reactions.

Isn’t really as protective of you as others are, but will just protect you when necessary.

Doesn’t mind others flirting with you either and if anything, she’d encourage the other members to flirt with you.

Even though she often teases you, she makes sure to tell you how much she adores you.

[vrachis]

enna alouette being the menacing and upright gremlin but when she become anne etteuola >>>

[kanekoii]

Can i req Pom, Selen, Elira, Enna, and Ren where they are watching a horror movie/playing horror game/ going on a roller coaster(idk) with reader and reader holds on to them for dear life?

(I forgot if I submitted this yet bc my requests are just on a note and i didnt delete this idea but i feel deja vu)

lyra's notes -> i did one similar to this (read it here) so i did roller coaster this time ALSO AN EXCUSE TO WRITE FOR ENNA OMG OMG :3

pairings -> pomu rainpuff, elira pendora, enna alouette, ren zotto x gn! reader

genre -> scenario

warnings -> reader is a little scared

POMU RAINPUFF ->

she saw the roller coaster from afar and you might have a hard time convincing her to go on it in the first place. she'll do it for you just because she loves you though. pomu will try her best to not act scared, but she'll be fine if you're by her side and hopefully the same for you. she knows damn well you made her do this because you were too scared to go by yourself even if you really wanted to. holding her hand as the two of you lowered your lap bars, she smiled nervously at you with a giggle.

ELIRA PENDORA ->

she doesn’t care much about roller coasters or the fear they cause for people. she’ll tease you for your fear but she’ll hold your hand the whole time with no care for how much you’re squeezing it subconsciously out of fear. won't matter to elira, she's just having the time of her life getting to go on a date with you and see you being as cute as you are!

REN ZOTTO ->

flirty motherfucker. he thinks it's so adorable when you get nervous and want to hold his hand. like those couples at theme parks that will be like holding each other while waiting in line and flirting, that's him and you. it's cute but to the person behind you in line who wasn't author-san's self insert, it was disgusting. ren obviously doesn't mind. he thinks it's adorable anyway and he loves showing the whole world how much he loves you.

ENNA ALOUETTE ->

girl is insanely terrified of roller coasters as we know, so she's likely just as, if not more scared than you. she'll try to stay strong so you won't tease her, and she'll just make fun of you instead. not like she wants to hold your hand (she does). she ends up admitting she's just as scared as you are and you end up holding each other for dear life.