#hsr aglaea x reader

[kurogane2512]

oh my god yes Aglaea is so gorgeous and her voice??!! her british accent had me flabbergasted hshsh 😭😭 I've finished Amphoreus and fall in love with her even more, her characterization is amazing and well-written... it's been so long since I've fallen in love with a single character this much 😭 (the last time was Black Swan)

anw, I'll try my best to not spoil the plot, but it's fine if you answer this after you finish Amphoreus. Aglaea is skilled with her strings, she sees them as a part of her to observe everything, given that she lost her eyesight. so it's only natural for her to wrap her golden strings around you whenever you're not with her to ensure your safety, even if sometimes they graze your skin rather intimately. in truth, she's enjoying your warmth, indulging herself in carnal pleasure having you wrapped around her fingers, even if you don't acknowledge that. it's fine though, she always show her true intentions when the night comes, in the private confine of her chamber.

Aglaea especially loves having her fingers buried inside you, while she litters small bites and hickeys all over your skin, carving each inch of your body into her mind. it's really a pity she can't worship you with her eyes, admiring your beauty directly, so she doubles her efforts in making you see heaven in the most pleasurable ways...

also, imo, Aglaea is more of a gentle love-making woman rather than rough fucking, since she's so touch-starved after distancing herself around people. gently caress her face down her collarbones with your fingers is probably the fastest way to make her knees weak, and when you spend your time worshipping her lower body? peppering sloppy kisses on the smooth skin, licking her inner thighs... consider she's gone gone because she will feel so loved and appreciated...

okay I think I yap enough now, this woman has been on my mind for days and she's making me go insane *affectionately* 😮‍💨 looking forward to read your ideas for her soon 🥰

Ooh that is so sweet and hot I love it 😩 I agree about most things, Aglaea definitely gives me the vibes of being a passionate and romantic lover especially cause she's lost so much of her humanity that she consciously makes an effort to show her love for you with grand gestures- even the smallest things matter to her. She's definitely a gentle lover first but can be rough if you like it, gentle dom women like her are so fine ngh

I'm a little confused about the deal with her eyesight, I personally don't think she's blind but just chooses not to see with her eyes as the threads tell her more than enough. Nevertheless, imagining she's visually impaired to some degree is also so sweet and just the intimacy would be so 🥹😭

[argentimybeloved]

Agalea asks you for help on making on outfit, asking you to try it on as she does the finishing touches on the outfit.

You question why she does this, she has mannequin that she can do this on no? She only brushes your question off with a smile.

If only you knew she was preparing the perfect outfit for you when you both get married.

[springheatedwine]

I think I hate dr ratio now

[rinsanityy]

phainon is no stranger to being a gentleman. whenever the two of you are spending time with one another, he would always be the one to treat you whether it was to lunch or even shopping in the local market. you'll always find his hand pressed to the small of your back but while weaving through crowds, he's got his arm wrapped around your shoulder in order not to lose you in the mass of people. this man is willing to give you the royalty treatment simply because you deserve it. when phainon finds himself deep in his thoughts, you will always be lingering at the back of his mind, and he unconsciously smiles at the mere thought of you.

despite her heart that had long been frozen, aglaea does not fail in the romance department. if you find yourself in the heroes' bath, she will tend to whatever needs you may have and even accompany you during your stay. if she happens to find the time, she will use it wisely and sew a brand new garment just for you. she has already wrapped it up and will hold onto it until she sees you again. the warmth you give by simply being by her side is so unfamiliar yet it is enough to begin thawing her frosted heart.

for the crown prince of castrum kremnos, mydei isn't exactly known for having a kind nature. regardless of his intimidating appearance, it's quite obvious that the prince has grown to have a soft spot for you. if there is someone causing you trouble, mydei will appear by your side and he's already scared the person off with merely one sentence. sometimes the two of you would engage in playful banter, countering the other’s teasing remark with another. mydei will never succumb to fatigue in the midst of battle for he always reminds himself that you are waiting for him on the other side.

being the first chrysos heir to obtain a titan's coreflame and ascend to that of a demi-god, tribbie finds themselves to be somewhat of a mentor figure towards the others. if they ever find out that you're not feeling well, they will make sure to remind you to always take care of yourself. they are always happy to educate you about various topics as they take joy in being able to talk for hours and having someone listening to them intently. it is only natural for the teacher to worry about their student’s well being, how else will they be able to continue guiding you if you’re not in a stable condition to be guided?

she may have no experience whatsoever about romance but that doesn't mean castorice refuses to try and learn. she takes interest in the things that bring you joy and will remember the smallest and most random things about yourself. although her power restricts herself from making any physical contact with you, castorice makes sure to keep you safe and free from harm's way. each passing moment that she spends with you, castorice cherishes each and every one all the same. the servant of death is no stranger to the inevitable fate that awaits you but she cannot even bring herself to think about that when you were so intertwined in the present.

a genius and a charmer basically sums up the kind of person that anaxa is. he is always amused to see you fascinated whenever he displays the unique magic that he holds. similar to tribbie, he is fond of teaching you things without making you feel dumb. he dislikes whenever you downplay your intelligence and assures you that you're talented and intellectually capable in your own way. anaxa is a firm believer that every little part of your being is fascinating, it makes him inclined to continue finding out more about who you are.

hyacine always finds herself pleased to see how well you respond to her affection. although a little shy at first, she is willing to try different things with you. after a tiring day, hyacine simply wants to lay down on a sturdy branch of a big tree with you beside her, watching the birds soar through the sky while the suns fall and stars rise. the priest does not know what future lies in store but what she does know is that one day, when you two have passed on, you will take to the skies beside one another and soar to the stars.. just like the birds the two of you have watched do all the time.

just like how she has a talent for swiping people's valuables, cipher sure has a talent for stealing your heart. seeing as you're already aware of her skill of sleight, you find yourself wondering which poor citizen she swiped whenever you receive a gift from her. although a thief should never linger too long around their target, cipher cannot refuse any request of physical touch from you. you don’t expect much out of the aftermath of a bad day, at least not until a certain thief shows up at your doorstep and greets you with a flower or two that had been swiped from one of the largest flower fields that amphoreus has to offer.

note: written before version 3.1 therefore some if not most characters are ooc. tribbie’s scenario is purely platonic, otherwise the rest of them can be intepreted as romantic or platonic.

©rinsanityy 2025 do not plagiarize or repost my content.

[fisshbones]

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[heliosunny]

Can I please get yandere Aglaea x reader? I didn't seen a single one :(

Yandere!Aglaea x Reader

Contains information different from the game!

Aglaea was once mortal, a queen of unparalleled beauty and wisdom, adored by her people. The gods, envious of her radiance, cursed her with eternal life and blindness, a cruel fate for one meant to rule. Yet, she was not left powerless. The gods gifted her golden silk, threads that wove through reality itself, allowing her to see the world through a tapestry of fate. Through these divine threads, she could perceive every movement, every breath, every whisper of destiny itself.

For centuries, she reigned alone. Everyone she loved withered, but she remained. Her people worshiped her, but none could truly stand beside her. Her golden threads revealed every outcome, every betrayal, every death before they could happen. She knew everything. That is, until you arrived.

When your ship crash-landed on her planet, Aglaea could not see you.

Not because of her blindness, her golden threads let her see far beyond sight, but because you were untouched by fate itself. You existed outside her threads, beyond her divine perception. A mystery. A thrill she had never known before.

You were unlike the mortals who knelt before her, unlike the courtiers who recited pretty words but held no secrets from her. No matter how many golden threads she wove around you, they simply slipped through your form, refusing to entangle you in the destiny she commanded.

For the first time in centuries, Aglaea felt something new.

Uncertainty.

Longing.

Fear.

If she could not see your fate, what if you disappeared? What if she never saw you again?

She could not allow that.

At first, Aglaea treated you as a guest of honor, housing you in a palace made of marble and celestial gold. She listened to you, memorized the rhythm of your voice, the way your hands moved when you spoke, the way your heart raced when you felt excitement or even fear. She did not need eyes to see you, her golden threads traced every inch of your presence.

She wove silk into the clothes she gave you, embroidered delicate patterns into your sheets, left golden threads along the halls of the palace so that wherever you walked, she could feel you.

And slowly, ever so gently, she wove her way into your life.

She learned your preferences, what foods made your lips curl into a smile, what melodies soothed you, what stories from your distant world fascinated you. She made you comfortable. Loved. She showed you a paradise where she was your protector, your companion, your most devoted admirer.

But every time you spoke of leaving

Every time you looked up at the sky with longing

Every time you dreamed of returning to your old life

Her hands would tighten around the golden threads.

“Why would you ever want to leave?” she asked one evening, her voice as soft as the silks draped around her. “Have I not given you everything?”

When you hesitated, searching for an answer, she only smiled. And you swore the golden threads in the walls shuddered, shifting closer.

One night, you woke up in your chambers, feeling a strange sensation crawling up your arms. You gasped, but your body refused to move as golden silk wrapped around your limbs, winding over your skin like liquid fire.

“You run from me even in your dreams” she murmured, voice filled with aching sorrow. “But you are mine. You were always meant to be mine.”

You struggled, but the silk only tightened, sinking into your veins like molten gold. Your heartbeat slowed. Your breathing softened. Your body felt strange. Heavier.

And then, for the first time since you arrived, Aglaea looked at you.

Not with mortal eyes, but with golden threads wrapped around her fingertips, now woven through you.

“Now” she whispered, a shiver of relief in her voice “I can see you.”

Your body was no longer your own. The golden silk flowed through you, binding your soul to her sight, her touch, her will. You were woven into her fate, no longer an anomaly, no longer beyond her reach.

You could still move. You could still breathe. But no matter where you went, Aglaea would always feel you.

She no longer needed to wonder where you were, if you would leave, if you would disappear. She knew. And she was content.

The golden threads pulsed beneath your skin, warm like the embrace of the sun. They no longer bound you in resistance, instead, they became a part of you, threading through your veins, whispering Aglaea’s presence in every breath, every heartbeat.

And for the first time, you understood.

She had never meant to imprison you. No, she had only longed for you. Needed you. Loved you in a way that transcended time itself. And how could you fault her? When you had seen the ache in her eyes, the way her fingers trembled when she traced the shape of your face, the way her voice wavered when she feared you might leave her behind. How could you deny someone who had given you everything?

So, you surrendered.

The resistance in your body faded, limbs relaxing against the silken embrace of her threads. The golden silk no longer held you captive, it caressed you, moving with you instead of against you. It welcomed you, as if the very fabric of her world had been waiting for your acceptance.

Aglaea must have felt the shift.

A breathless sound escaped her lips, somewhere between a sigh of relief and a sob of joy. She reached for you then, blind yet unerring, fingertips ghosting over your cheeks, your lips, your throat.

“You’re mine now” she whispered, wonder in her voice, her golden silk tightening not in restraint, but in devotion. “Completely, utterly mine.”

And as she pressed a tender kiss against your forehead, the golden threads shivered in delight, binding you deeper, weaving you further into the tapestry of her love.

Time ceased to matter. The universe outside her palace became a distant, forgotten thing. You no longer longed for the stars, nor for the freedom you once thought you desired.

You were here, wrapped in the arms of a goddess who saw only you, who lived for you, who would worship you until the end of time itself.

Each day, she touched you with reverence, memorizing you anew with fingers that traced constellations over your skin. Each night, she held you close, pressing soft words into your ear, speaking of eternities woven together, of devotion deeper than the heavens.

She saw you through her golden silk, felt you in the very air she breathed. You were her world.

And as you lay in her arms, warm and safe beneath the golden glow of fate itself, you realized… She was yours, too.

[akutasoda]

Hello! I just saw one of your posts and was wondering if you could write some headcannons or small fic, anything, about Aglaea with her partner s/o? (⁠^⁠^⁠) Some cute fluff? I had few ideas for inspiration, like, since she's blind she adores playing with our hair? Our face? Or when she's working one of her summons starts to dance with us or pulls out some prank on us and when we kiss the summon on their head thing Aglaea can feel it? I just love this woman already >⁠.⁠< (have over 120 wishes saved for her-)

the dressmaster's muse

synopsis - what being with aglaea is like

includes - aglaea

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, maybe ooc as this is before her release, wc - 391

a/n: hello!! wishing you luck on your pulls :)

↪to aglaea, you were her muse. the dressmaster could base all of her crafts to imitate your charm and yet she still claimed they could never match the real thing.

↪despite the fact that she was blind, aglaea knew what you looked like as if it was second nature to her - namely due to the fact that she always insisted you told her and that she loved idly tracing your features after a long day, subconsciously mapping them in her brain.

↪she always found a way to convince you to let her use you as her inspiration and as a thank you, she always rewarded you with a kiss and a stunning new outfit crafted by herself.

↪although, when she's particularly busy, aglaea sends her summons to keep you company with their only command being to do what you want to. and perhaps she can feel whatever you do to her summons, so when you give them a kiss, she feels it and knows that's what you intended.

↪as mentioned before, aglaea adores being able to trace your features. whether it's simply her drawing idle circles on your hand and fidgeting with your hands in general, or cupping your face between her hands as she tries to memorise the shape of your face and features, she loves to do it frequently.

↪aglaea also tends to have you help her out a lot of the time. while she does have her summons and she can manage on her own, she prefers having you around as not only an excuse for you to keep her company while she works, but also to show you what she does and how she does.

↪however she does only have you help out with small tasks as you aren't exactly that well versed in her work and it's her work that needs doing.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

[kurogane2512]

Imagine being tight eith yellow rops for hours in bed, wanting to get that sweet realise, yet Agalaea does not let her darling to cut. And all becouse they behave badly...

Yup exactly the kind of Aglaea thirsts I was expecting you guys know me so well 😇

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Honkai Star Rail

Aglaea x fem!reader || Smut

A/n: I'm not too good with poetic writing and Aglaea's manner of speech is a nightmare for me but I'll try my best so as to keep her in character, sorry mommy Aglaea I can't write you too well 😓

Delicate trickling of water and sounds of soft breathing enveloped your senses. Sweat melted down your bare body as you laid stripped of all clothing barriers on none other than Lady Aglaea's private chamber. Your eyes covered by a golden silk cloth, all your other senses were heightened especially touch and hearing. You heard faint rustling of clothes followed by feeling the bed sink as someone— most likely Lady Aglaea, climbed on and approached you.

"My angel, relinquish your inhibitions, for now you are in my care~"

Her silvery yet commanding voice brushed past your ears, a shiver going down your spine when her lips lingered, her warm breath tickling your skin. You instinctively recoiled, yet couldn't even move an inch since your limbs were bound by Lady Aglaea's golden threads. Her eyes hooded at your reaction, the threads conveying each and every emotion you felt. She extended a hand to cup your face and gently caressed it, then leaned down to peck your lips.

"It seems my darling has been caught in some unruly incidents, is there anything you'd like to say in your defense?~"

"I.... I didn't mean to deceive you. I was just—"

"Shh~" she placed her index finger on your lips, hushing you.

"I'm well aware of your actions and the intentions behind them, but that doesn't change the repurcusions caused, does it?~"

Your lips trembled, "S-Sorry, it won't be repeated...."

"I'm certain about that. However, an appropriate punishment will be bestowed for your defiance~"

You felt her hand trace your lips and down your chest then suddenly felt the threads tighten around your ankles and spread your legs more, causing you to whine.

"Now, my love, you shall listen to my voice and do as I say lest you disappoint me again~"

You eagerly nodded, making Aglaea smile.

The next few moments were nothing but a blur as you let out screams of pleasure, tears clouding your vision and body arching off the bed simply being held by the golden threads. Aglaea stuffed a specially made toy in your hole, the buzzing of the toy drowning out all other sounds except Aglaea's occasional words near your ear. She controlled the toy with her golden threads, simply waving her fingers to command its movements.

All the same while, her lips dragged over every inch of your skin on your face and down your neck, licking and biting you for herself. The cloth around your eyes was stained with tears by now, and the movement of the toy in your cunt was making you lose your mind. Aglaea merely smiled at your state and leaned down to press your lips together, as if granting some kind of sweet relief.

"Relax, my love. Give your body to the golden threads~"

Having your vision stripped made you far more sensitive to every touch and feel she did, even whispers of her voice making you shiver to the core. Aglaea moved her hand to touch your clit now, gently grasping and circling it while the toy vibrated inside you. You whimpered into her, making her tease you even more as she rubbed your clit faster.

"P-Please.... Lady Aglaea.... I want to—!~"

Aglaea smiled, "Your release hasn't been granted yet, my love. You remember this is still a punishment, don't you?~"

You whined more at her order, desperately trying to hold back. You tried to bring your legs together but were in vain as the threads effortlessly spread them apart with a simple wave from Aglaea and the toy pushed even deeper, touching your sensitive spots. Aglaea then leaned down to tease your breasts, gently running her tongue over your nipples and pinching them. The added stimulation to your breasts made things harder as you recoiled away, fumbling your limbs around and making the bed creak.

"Hm, you are being rather disobedient. Seems I shall bring in some aid~"

You stopped moving at her statement, realizing what she possibly meant. In no time, Aglaea summoned two of her mannequin puppets around you, their presence looming over you despite being blindfolded. One of the mannequins held your arms while the other removed the toy inside your hole and instead inserted its own finger, gradually caressing your outer folds. You bit your lower lip and shivered from the cold metallic sensation, once again trying to close your legs but were unsuccessful.

"Ah, this is better. Now I am capable of performing the correct measure of punishment~"

You soon felt something on top of you and were quick to realize it was none other than Aglaea as she moved to straddle your lap. Her painted fingers caressed every crevice of your body, tracing sensual patterns as if painting a blank canvas before stopping at your nipples. The mannequin near your legs now pushed inside you, parting your walls to accommodate its fingers while Aglaea pinched and groped your breasts. You threw your head back with a whimper feeling the mannequin's fingers fill you, the sensation somehow even more stimulating than the vibrating toy.

Aglaea smiled and leaned down to kiss you again, her tongue slowly licking your lower lip and slipping in. She was quick to explore your mouth, yet moved with gentle and precise motions before dancing your tongues together in harmony. You moaned into the kiss as the mannequin thrusted in and out of you, pleasure overcoming you and edging you to release. Aglaea's eyes hooded watching you while kissing, her hand moving to cup your face and tilt it to deepen the kiss while she commanded the mannequin to thrust faster.

"Aaahn! L-Lady Aglaea, please..... I-It's too much— ngh!~"

Aglaea leaned up with a soft chuckle then slyly moved her right arm behind and touched your clit, a startled moan instantly resounding in the room.

"Will you be a good girl and listen to me from now on, my angel?~"

"Y-Yes! I promise! Please let me....!~"

She smiled and moved the mannequin out of you then vanished them altogether, the empty feeling in your core was quickly replaced by her fingers as she pushed them inside and thrusted at a wild speed, eager to make you release.

"Cum now, my sweet girl. You have been pardoned for your sin, let me bask in the revelry of your pleasure~"

Her words came as a command, an unignorable order which you were waiting for what felt like an eternity. She hilted her fingers deep inside and hit your most sensitive spots, issuing your allowance to release on her fingers. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as you came, clenching onto her fingers buried inside you and coating them with your essence. A squelching sound was produced when Aglaea pulled out her fingers and felt the sensation of your essence around them with a smirk drawn on her lips.

She then released the golden threads binding your limbs as well, giving you the much-needed rest and comfort as you fell limp and panted. She moved down from your body and sat beside you to pull your head on her lap, gently caressing your face and hair before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Splendidly done, my love. I see a reward is in line for your obedience and resilience. Come, accompany me to the bath~"

[goldweaverr]

Aglaea likes beautiful things. Her coreflame is romance and she has an eye for details. Despite her blindness, her fingers have long since memorized all the techniques to sew and her way around the threads, she's an expert at weaving meticulous patterns and the smallest additions that make the most beautiful pieces of clothing imaginable. When she creates, she creates with love, it's her respite, she spends endless hours refining every last detail to it's full potential. And you, are her muse. You inspire her to work even harder, so she could see you in all her dresses. When you're called in to try yet another garment she's finished up, you're already anticipating that indescribable feeling you'll get as soon as the fabric meets your skin. As if she weaved love and untold confessions into every single knot and thread. It makes you feel beautiful, she hopes you'll feel as beautiful as she sees you to be. When you look in the mirror, the giant dress dragging behind you, enough to capture the attention of even the Gods, you can feel how much her so-called frozen heart cares. How much warmth is in her unfocused gaze behind you in the mirror.

[mire1li]

Towards - Prolonged Iteration

Description: After a messy public break up with your fiancé, you were left disappointed and decided to venture out alone, however, with time you'd noticed an unusual anomaly after death, which caused you to wind up back at the venue you originally left.

Chapter I: Recommence thine Journey. Chapter II: Serenity Fore the Squall Chapter III: Coming Soon Chapter IV: Coming Soon Chapter V: Coming Soon Chapter VI: Coming Soon Chapter VII: Coming Soon Chapter VIII: Coming Soon Chapter IX: Coming Soon Chapter X: Coming Soon Chapter XI: Coming Soon

Chapter XII: Coming Soon Chapt XIII: Coming Soon Chapt XIV: Coming Soon Chapt XV: Coming Soon Chapt XVI: Coming Soon Chapt XVII: Coming Soon Chapt XVIII: Coming Soon

Inspired by the "7th Time loop" anime!

[heliosunny]

Yandere!Aglaea x Reader

Your first memory was a vision of gold. Golden light, golden hair and eyes that gleamed with unwavering devotion. Aglaea was there when you opened your eyes, her radiant smile the only anchor in a sea of confusion.

“My love” she whispered, her voice soft as the first bloom of spring. “You’re back. I’ve waited so long for this moment.”

Her words felt warm, comforting even, but they slid into the cracks of your fragmented mind like whispers in the dark. Back? From where? Who were you?

You tried to speak, to ask the questions burning in your chest, but she pressed a delicate finger to your lips, shushing you gently. “No need to overthink, darling. You’ve been through so much. Just rest. I’ll take care of everything.”

And she did. Aglaea became your world. Every day, she tended to you with unwavering attention, her affection like a gilded cocoon keeping you safe. You trusted her, clung to her, because there was nothing else to hold on to. Every time you asked about your past, she’d deflect with a tender smile.

“Your old life doesn’t matter anymore” she’d say, her tone as sweet as honey. “What matters is that you’re here now with me. That’s all you need to remember.”

At first, you believed her. After all, what reason would she have to lie? But as the days turned to weeks, a gnawing emptiness began to creep into your heart. You felt like a painting with half its canvas missing, a puzzle with pieces intentionally hidden.

One afternoon, while Aglaea was away, you stumbled upon a door you’d never noticed before. It was tucked away behind a heavy velvet curtain, its golden handle cold beneath your touch. Something compelled you to open it.

Inside, you found a room filled with memories you didn’t recognize. An ornate album sat on a pedestal, its cover adorned with intricate golden patterns. Next to it lay a worn leather-bound diary. Both called to you, their presence heavy with the weight of something important, something Aglaea hadn’t told you.

With trembling hands, you opened the album first. Photographs of you filled its pages, each one more unsettling than the last. In some, you were smiling alongside people you didn’t recognize. In others, you looked… lifeless. Your body limp in Aglaea’s arms, her face twisted in a mixture of anguish and obsession.

“No...” you whispered, your heart pounding as you flipped through the pages. “What is this?”

The diary offered no solace. It was written in your own handwriting, the entries filled with your thoughts, fears, and dreams. But as you read, you began to piece together the truth: you had died. Or at least, you were supposed to have. Aglaea had brought you back, weaving your memories into a tapestry that suited her vision of perfection.

“I couldn’t let you go” one of her entries read, scrawled in an elegant hand that wasn’t yours. “You belong to me. You always have.”

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and panic seized your chest. Aglaea’s voice called out, sickly sweet. “Darling? Where are you?”

You scrambled to hide the evidence, but it was too late. The door creaked open, and there she stood, her golden eyes narrowing as they landed on the album in your hands.

“Oh, my love” she said, her voice calm but laced with menace. “You shouldn’t have seen that.”

Her smile returned, wider now, almost unhinged. “But it’s okay. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix you, just like I always do.”

The room seemed to glow brighter as she stepped toward you, her golden aura suffocating, inescapable.

[kurogane2512]

Gorgeous trailer for a gorgeous lady 🥹🥹

The garmentmakers are such a simp for her and her doing those silly things in the beginning?!? Adorable 😭 this is exactly what I wanted to see of Aglaea she was so underdeveloped in the trailblazer mission

Also idk if my ears are being deceived but I heard Aponia's trailer music in between?! If y'all know the ost 'Twisted Chants', the pre chorus buildup at around 1:33 here sounds so similar to it😭 I had a feeling Aglaea was the Aponia expy even tho it's not totally obvious the way it's with Phainon.

Then the second half of the trailer was so interesting with the fighting and the garmentmakers dying for her.... Not sure what it's supposed to symbolise but I'll re-watch to get a better idea. This definitely cemented me to pull her even more, I hope I win 50/50 I'm too lazy to farm otherwise😮‍💨

[kurogane2512]

Send me some Aglaea thoughts/thirsts y'all 🤭 while I haven't played Amphoreus yet I saw some clips with her and she's so gorgeous and hot oh my god, that whole threads thing she has going?! Ngh😮‍💨

[akutasoda]

amphoreus

who do i write for? - mydei, anaxa, castorice, aglaea, phainon

»multi

- seems pretty empty...

»fics

- my hated prince, let me rest - mydei

»headcannons and drabbles

- a heart that burns for desire - mydei

all

- seems pretty empty...

[mire1li]

Chapter II: Serenity Fore the Squall

<- Index

You stood before the General among the many other recruits. Though it wasn't particularly… your element, you found it to be interesting enough. Glancing around, you noticed how… trained and professional everyone looked. You attempted to mimic their posture and actions, however, it wasn't something you were used to, therefore, it was safe to say you most likely stood out the most. Probably, not for the better, either.

You noticed the General kept eyeing you, causing you to sweat somewhat. Nevertheless, you attempted to pay attention to him, though looking at him was also proving difficult as you kept making eye contact, which in turn, caused you to avert your gaze time and time again. You were sure he knew of your identity by this point, you weren't exactly hiding it too well.

You woke up to the sun shining in your eyes, which you attempted to shield with the back of your hand. Rolling over in your bed, you glanced at the clock, not particularly surprised by how early it was. It was essentially routine for you to awaken early in the morning.

Sighing, you sat up in bed and stretched your muscles, hoping nothing went wrong on such a seemingly calm day. After a few minutes of contemplation and… reminiscing, you finally managed to get yourself out of bed to prepare for the upcoming day. However, halfway through your preparations, you felt the urge to venture out into the forest yet again, just like last night.

Your thoughts drifted back to that flicker of white you saw, though you still had no clue what it could've been. Realistically, it was most likely an animal. A bird, perhaps? Although, you didn't recall any species of bird that were white and currently inhabiting the forest nearby.

Once you'd finished your morning preparations, you went to the downstairs dining hall where your parents usually held breakfast. Surprisingly, they were there, eating breakfast and discussing plans. You supposed some time had indeed passed since you awoke, though it was still quite early.

You refrained from any questions as to not distract them. Sitting at the opposite end of the table, you grabbed some food for yourself, when you overheard some of your parents' conversation.

"Oh please, that one? His reputation is terrible. We can't possibly be associated with such… scandal!" Your mother exclaimed, seemingly turning down a… request? You weren't too sure.

"But he is one of the best in the country." Your father replied to her.

Both seemed dead-set on their own decisions.

"I refuse to allow [User] to wear anything crafted by that… deviant! I will tailor something myself if I must."

"…Fine. We'll find someone different." Your father gave an exasperated sigh, finishing his breakfast and walking off in the direction of his office.

"Unbelievable." Your mother muttered to herself, clearly vexed. Once she finished her own food, she sighed and glanced in your direction, seemingly only just noticing your presence.

"Ah, good morning! How fare you, my dear?" She asked, sitting up properly. It seemed her mood had flipped, almost like a switch. She certainly was an odd woman sometimes, still your mother, in spite of everything.

"Just fine, thank you. May I know what you and father were discussing?" You inquired, unable to help your curiosity.

"Hm, just plans for that masquerade. It's nothing, really."

You nodded in understanding, she probably wouldn't tell you if you asked for more details anyway, though considering she mentioned tailoring you clothes, it was most likely about hiring a tailor to make you a dress for the party. You probably could’ve done it yourself, although, even if you knew how to make an outfit, you never really dabbled much in making dresses, as it was usually Sunday requesting new suits.

“Very well then, mother. I suppose I’ll wait until the day arrives to find out.”

“Wait you shall!” She exclaimed, almost too happily for your liking, as she got up and waved at you before heading off in the direction of your fathers office.

You waved back with your free hand and ate your own food, now mostly alone except for the few maids cleaning up the left over dishes. You certainly did wonder who your mother was so adamant about not hiring though. You never have seen her quite so passionate about something. It felt odd, but… you didn’t mind it.

A tailor… you wondered if you’d ever run into your ex-coworker again… the two of you did happen to be rather fond of each other in just the previous life.

“Oh dear… you aren’t hurt, are you?” She carefully treaded over to you, holding her mannequins' hand as per usual.

“I’m just fine, you needn’t worry.” You replied back, watching as she slightly swayed in her step, seemingly unable to keep her balance this once. It was quite a rare occurrence, even if she was 'blind', she still managed to carry herself with such poise and grace.

You sort of wondered how she still managed to create such wonderful clothes nonetheless, just a bit envious of her talent. Although, you were somewhat convinced it was the work of her garmentmaker, however, due to her mysterious nature, it was quite hard to find out.

“If you’re sure” She nodded in your direction before kneeling down to carefully collect the knocked over jar of sewing pins.

"Let me help. I don't want you to injure yourself too." You kneeled down beside her to help collect the spilled pins in your uninjured hand and deposit them back into the jar.

After a short while, you too left the table, though you felt rather suffocated staying at home so much, therefore, you momentarily returned to your room. You glanced at the flowers you'd picked last night, finding more of a reason to venture out.

When you'd gotten home, you put them in a small vase with water and unexpectedly, they were holding up pretty well. It made you quite happy to see them thriving, as short lived as it may be. Within that moment, you officially decided you'd return to the forest for a while, perhaps you could find larger flowers to have displayed to liven up your room a bit more.

You left your home in the direction of the town, though turned onto the pathway leading into the forest once you arrived at that point.

Most of your walk was rather uneventful, you saw a few squirrels, birds, even a fox at one point, though it quickly retreated into it's den when it sensed you. Quite unfortunate, you thought.

Though, just a few minutes later, you could hear faint chattering coming from somewhere nearby. You couldn't make out any words, but you could tell the voices were masculine. You couldn't quite tell where they were coming from, however, the farther you went the nearer they sounded, so you simply assumed the two people talking were somewhere further along the path.

As you looked ahead, you couldn't see anyone, except for when you arrived at the crossroad. The path to the left was somewhat covered by trees and other foliage, however, amidst them, you could make out the corner of a tent and two figures sitting by an extinguished firepit.

The first thing to catch your eye? White hair. It certainly stood out amongst all the greenery. Alas, you suddenly recognised both the people!

The General paced in front of the recruits, you included, with his hands behind his back and explaining the rules that came with sword fighting. Further behind him stood Blade, his right hand man, watching over everyone and everything, silently ensuring order and eventually stepping forth to show a quick demonstration of the proper form.

"I do hope everyone got that." The general, Jing Yuan, soon spoke, looking at a few recruits who seemed specifically spaced out. He seemed almost amused. Though you figured he'd probably re-explain everything if need be. Soon enough, some of the other workers brought out wooden swords for everyone.

"Alright then, pick your partners, you'll be practicing." Jing Yuan remarked, wandering over to where Blade had stood beforehand to watch over the trainees, who were now partnering up with each other. Apart from you. In the 5 minutes everyone took to team up, not a single person had asked you to practice with them.

You glanced around, holding the wooden sword unnecessarily tight as you looked around at the ongoing sparring matches. You kept your hands by your side, deciding to quietly walk off to a corner to practice alone, not wanting to bother the general.

Standing alone in the back, you swung the sword around in an attempt to practice. It was certainly… a sight. All of a sudden, you were glad you were alone and not with someone, your form was absolutely tragic in comparison to the rest who were all wielding the wooden sword with, at least, some prior knowledge.

You quietly groaned to yourself, taking a step back from what you were doing to survey the area. It was rather clear the general was judging at least some of the recruits, to which he eventually redirected Blade in order to fix minor issues like posture or their footwork.

Soon, you refocused on practicing after watching Blade perform the proper movements for what felt like the 100th time. Perhaps this time would go better? …One day, that was for certain.

How ironic, you thought. Though one thing that confused you was the he was here and not where you'd originally met him, hundreds of miles away, in a whole different country.

You shook your head, realising that the longer you stared, the weirder you probably looked to… well, whomever might pass by, or even Blade and Jing Yuan themselves if they noticed you.

You considered walking by them, mostly out of curiosity for what they were doing, however, quickly remembered they certainly wouldn't remember you. Deciding it would be far too awkward, you turned back to the direction you'd come from to begin walking back.

Though, as luck would have it, a squirrel ran by you, stepping over a few fallen twigs and rustling the tree leaves on it's ascent up to, supposedly, it's nest. Although, you'd already retreated from the area.

Jing Yuan had glanced back, his curiosity piquing at the rustling. He always was an animal lover, any single noise outside catching his attention. In the distance, he saw you walking away, which he found odd as he hadn't heard anyone around beforehand… well, he was rather invested in the conversation topic with Blade.

He turned back to Blade, who'd gone silent, knowing his companion was far too distracted by whatever wildlife he'd seen to listen to what he was saying.

"Welcome back."

"You're acting as if I left you"

Blade only shrugged in response and returned to the previous conversation.

Meanwhile, on your walk back you wondered about the Masquerade. Sunday had most likely decided to host it as a way to commemorate the departure of the cold winter season. It seemed typical of him, always finding the smallest reasons to celebrate. Although he certainly was no party animal or anything of the sort, he merely enjoyed having fun with other people, so it seemed.

Balls hosted by him were always incredibly extravagant, although it did make sense considering his fame and wealth.

A few minutes more of walking and you were finally able to see your home in the distance, the sun higher up in the sky than before, though certainly nowhere near setting just yet.

Nothing interesting happened on the way back and, as per usual, you greeted whomever was by the entrance this afternoon. However, upon passing by your parents' office, your fathers voice could be heard inside alongside two female ones at one point, one being your mother.

You paused to listen, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Here, I present to ye, my finest piece." Spoke the… unfamiliar voice? Was it unfamiliar? There was a certain warmth to it. You had a hard time telling who's voice it could be due to the door muffling it. Even if you weren't too sure about the owner of the voice, just the sound of it placed an image in your mind: once your coworker, now a stranger due to this… curse?

Her beauty was rather hard to forget, after all. Unfortunately, your train of thought was broken by your mother's voice.

"That's wonderful! We must hire her! Are you capable of conjuring up something like… this for the upcoming Friday?" She'd asked, somewhere in between, you heard the rustling of paper.

"That's… quite the short timeframe…"

"Yes, our sincerest apologies, however, it's so last minute due to… a certain issue that occurred unexpectedly a few days ago." Your father's voice. They just won't let you live down that broken engagement, will they? The person they picked for it all those years ago wasn't even that great. He was far too snobby and arrogant. Albeit, the perfect actor, always acting like the most wonderful person in front of both your parents'.

How annoying, you thought, shaking your head.

"I understand. I will do my best to create the perfect dress for Friday. However, I don't believe I'd manage such a… difficult design in such a short time…"

You heard shuffling in the room, you were sure it was your mothers' footsteps walking around, as if in search of something.

"Ah, yes, that's understandable… How about this then?" You heard more paper, this time it was being unfolded. Perhaps a different sketch?

The room fell into silence for the first time since you arrived as the alleged tailor seemed to study the paper handed to her.

"It seems more doable, however, I believe I'll still have to simplify some of the more intricate patterns over here and… here" She spoke up soon enough, with which you once again heard the piece of paper being moved around.

"That's just fine, those were purely aesthetic choices anyway." Your mother spoke again. You glanced up from the floor upon hearing footsteps, where you saw a butler walking down the hall carrying an assortment of items. You decided it'd be best to not stand out so much, therefore making the choice to return to your room.

Your parents' and the tailors' voices grew quieter and quieter as you walked away, fading into the background noise, though one thing you did hear before you were out of earshot was something about the price. Although you weren't quite able to make it out due to the butler's footsteps now being louder than the voices themselves.

Once back, you decided on reading a book until further notice. It was certainly one of your favourites and you hadn't even finished reading it! Soon enough, the sun had begun setting and you were soon expected at the dining hall for dinner. So you went to eat dinner with your parents.

Neither of them brought up the topic of the dress, and it seemed the tailor had already left. You just assumed they were attempting to keep the whole ordeal a secret, even though it was clear both of them were in a better mood now than in the morning.

Surprisingly, your parents started up some small talk with you at one point, mostly just asking you about your day. It was rather refreshing, getting to talk to them about things that weren't controversial or pure business for the first time in a while.

Luckily, the remainder of the day remained just as pleasant up until the time you got to return to your room to settle in for the night. You returned the displaced book from earlier back to it's place on your bookshelf with a bookmark to keep track of the page.

During your normal night time routine, you were suddenly reminded of that voice from earlier that day. The tailor. You wondered who your parents had finally decided upon hiring. Would they truly hire Aglaea? It wasn't that she was bad, quite the opposite. Aglaea was wonderful, however, you knew your mother. She'd most likely make a fuss of the smallest imperfection. Although, she did seem rather pleased post-meeting with the tailor.

And that tailor's voice may've seemed unfamiliar due to it being muffled, but it was the same accent as hers. You were sure of that, at least. Perhaps you'd ask the following day. For now, however, you got into bed the moment you finished your routine and gazed out the window in your room, watching as a few birds flew by. You turned off the lights and shut your eyes, attempting to keep your mind empty, merely wanting to finally rest. To Be Continued...

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