#ts x mc

[bonecaffeine]

☆ platonic matchup for @vamprel

☆ tw - none!

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I match you with Vere!!

When I read your description I had no doubt about pairing you up with this guy!! You two simply match each other's freak there's no other way to go around it. I feel like the mischeviousness that you both harbor would turn you into great friends! Vere would love the fact that you know how to have fun and not take life very seriously.

It seems like one of your love languages is being (lovingly) violent towards those close to you and Vere is literally in the same boat. Whether you punch, kick or playfully push him Vere will always be there to come full swing at you too<3 He'll tease you a lot about your height too, considering that it bothers you so much.

If you make a drawing of Vere and give it to him as a gift he'll be so impressed, especially if it happens when you are both still strangers. It'll be such an ego boost for him too, having someone stare at them for so long and capture all his features. Vere will absolutely boast about your drawing to Ais or his other friends. And once you two become close, maybe, just MAYBE he'll give you a glimpse of his own sketchbook since it's obvious you have a lot of respect for arts.

Vere will be interested in your hobby of jewelry making too and will always look forward to see what kind of jewelry you have come up with!

As for the habit of (again, lovingly) gaslighting your friends... once you gaslight Vere for even the smallest, most unserious thing, from that second forward Vere will be planning to get back at you too. It'll happen at the most unexpected of times too because he is just THAT person, so be warned!

If you ever need an ear to talk about your interest in forensic science Vere will be there, by your side. He too finds the subject fascinating, mostly because he is a criminal himself:p

Just like you Vere cannot stop with the sex jokes, so he finds this part of you incredibly amusing. Most of the time Vere's filthy jokes are met by looks of disgust, shock or dissaproval and while those reactions are entertaining, the way you go along with his crudeness is charming. Vere finds it refreshing that you two share a mutual brain cell in such dirty humor!

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I'm sorry that I took so long to get to your request but I hope the wait was worth it! Please enjoy^^

[eniiart]

I swear I originally planned to make a sweet Mhin&Merre artwork-

[bizzxis]

This guy will act like a victim just so he can get head-pats and kisses from you.

[vermilionsun]

Take a moment and imagine the MC finding out that Kuras is immune to their curse as well. Imagine the overwhelming shock and confusion that would engulf them as they'd try to understand how.

And then imagine Kuras. Imagine him standing before them, a sly and knowing Cheshire cat-like smirk curling his lips. Imagine him gently brushing a thumb over their hand, tracing the back of it where the golden fissures crisscross each other. Imagine him drawing their hand closer, delicately lifting it to his lips, and bestowing a soft kiss upon their knuckles. A bold move. Imagine him observing their every reaction with intense focus, his eyes half-lidded with melted gold reflecting a blend of amusement and curiosity. Imagine him guiding their hand to his chest, allowing them to feel the thud of his heart beating steadily beneath their fingertips. Imagine the warmth of his touch permeating their skin, soothing the chaos within their mind.

Imagine the tension lingering between them, laden with unspoken promises and unanswered questions. And then imagine Kuras leaning in closer, his breath warm against their skin as he whispers softly, "You're not the only one with secrets, my dear."

[dreamtydraw]

I really like this ship okay, I just hate drawing their overly complicated clothes-

[riotcat103]

My mc and Mhin's relationship dynamic (mc is litterly just me but more self oriented)

[angrybathbomb]

TOUCHSTARVED FANFIC

“Are you two a couple?”

  MODERN AU

Touchstarved LI x gn! Reader

  SUMMARY: On a coffee date with each ts LIs, both of you are stopped by what one can assume a street interviewer/youtuber who seems to be quite eager on talking to couples. What do our lovely LIs have to say?

WARNINGS:  None tbh, fluff, slightly suggestive joke cracked once but it’s just implied and said as a joke/banter nothing explicit, Ais calls you sparrow and says one of his signature line he said in the demo (will be in italics).

NOTE:  This is my first time writing a fanfic, please go easy on me if I made some mistakes as I am still learning. Constructive criticism and tips to improve are very much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

(also y/n == your name)

INSPO: I saw a YouTube channel (meetcutenyc) and felt like writing this for our lovely ts LIs!

WORD COUNT: <1.5K

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-PROLOGUE-

Strolling leisurely down the bustling streets for a cozy, romantic coffee date, fingers entwined, greedily savored each other’s warmth. Each step the two of you took, resonated with a rhythm on the footpath that stretched ahead in the bustling cityscape. Amidst the bustling chaos of the city, snippets of conversations floating around and the distant hum of traffic, a comfortable silence stretched between the two of you with occasional exchange of shy yet mischievous glances and tender smiles.

However, the romantic stroll came to an abrupt halt when a young guy holding a camera, most likely recording, blocked the path ahead of you two.

“Sorry to interrupt, but are you two a couple?”, he inquired with a friendly smile. His eyes, subtly reflecting guilt, silently apologized for the sudden intrusion.

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AIS

LEANDER

VERE

MHIN

KURAS

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      AIS

Ais regards the guy with a cold look as he answers his question with a terse nod as he pulls you closer to him, his hand wrapping around your waist protectively which was interwoven with your fingers so lovingly just a moment prior to this, a stark contrast to the possessive hold he has now.

“Do you need something?”, he adds with a callous tone, his impatience evident. “We have somewhere to be,” he finishes as he guides you behind him, shielding you from the camera.

Sensing his defensive demeanor, princess begins to growl at the stranger. Her instincts kick in, mirroring Ais’s protective stance towards you.

The stranger, noticing the tension in the air, quickly raises one hand above his head in a gesture of surrender. He begins, “I just wanted to ask,” his tone sincere,” Would you mind sharing the story of how you two first met?”, his voice carries a curious yet respectful tone.

Ais, sensing no immediate threat, whistles lowly, a familiar command for Princess to calm down. Obedient to his command, she relents, but remains watchful as she settles between the two of you. 

Ais exchanges a brief glance with you, you nod slightly signaling your willingness to share a part of your history with him. He smiles softly as he turns his gaze to the stranger,�� It’s a long story,” his tone softening ever so slightly, “But I suppose we have a moment.”

The stranger beams with delight,” And I have all the time in the world!”, he reassures, grateful to have a story to share with his viewers.

You laugh quietly touched by such an innocent remark and quite frankly amazed at how eager he appears. A surge of shyness envelops you as memories of your first encounter with Ais floods your mind.

“You want my version or his?” you ask, offering the stranger a friendly smile as you lean into Ais’s warmth, he squeezes your hips in response, his hold on you not budging one bit.

“Both of yours!”, the stranger chirps up with childlike glee. A teasing smile plays on Ais’s lips, “How about you go first, hm Sparrow?”

“How kind of you,” you roll your eyes, all too aware of the mirth swimming in his crimson gaze. You shift your attention towards the stranger, your eyes alight with memories as you begin recounting the story, “I was wandering down the aisles of what used to be a Public Library, known as ‘The Senobium’, quite renowned for its vast collection of books, holding knowledge on the most bizarre subject imaginable. If any place held answers, it was the Senobium.” You continue your ramble as Ais listens patiently, silently admiring you, a fond smile adorning his sharp features.

“I was specifically looking and gathering books to research about this conspiracy theory floating around the internet that had caught my attention – The Groupminds”, you continue painting a vivid imagery of the fateful day to the eagerly listening stranger ,”Amidst the pile of books I had in my hand, more than I could possibly handle, my line of vision was blocked and I was trudging ahead, one step at a time, until I collided with this gentleman over here,” you gesture towards Ais , impishness painted all over your face.

“It felt straight out of a classical romantic movie,” you recall with a bashful smile as your gaze meets Ais’s, who responds with a playful wink and a fanged grin. “The next instant, all the books slip from my grasp, and I am stumbling backwards, teetering on the brink of hitting the cold hard floor. That is until, a warm hand catches my lower back and guides me back up to my feet effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing,”

“As I recover from the shock, I shift my gaze to take a better look at my saviour,” you pause, studying Ais for a moment before continuing,” there he stands before me, radiating an air of self-assuredness.” Your lips curve into a wry smile, “I say my thanks, anticipating a courteous ‘you’re welcome’ but instead, this bastard has the gall to quip back, ‘Watch your step, Sparrow,’ his words dripping with smug satisfaction, as though reveling in my plight.”

You pout playfully,” Thanks to his good looks, I let it slide. My hands were itching to leave a red imprint on that stupid handsome face,” you confess, your cheeks flush a deep red. Ais, not missing a beat, retorts with a smirk,” But you just did last night,” he teased with a suggestive glance, a coy smile dancing on his lips.

“Have some shame,” you roll your eyes, swatting his chest playfully. “What's that?”, he feigns oblivion, secretly relishing the sight of your embarrassment.

The stranger smiles at the shared mischief between them before turning to Ais, “What about you Sir? What’s your version of the story?”, curiosity evident in his tone.

Ais considers you for a moment, fondness evident in his scarlet orbs, before he addresses the stranger,” Let’s just say their version conveniently leaves out the part where they nearly caused a book avalanche in the middle of the library.”

You merely roll your eyes at his playful jab,” Perhaps you could have watched your step and not get in my way,” you fix him with an accusatory look,” All of it seemed as if it was planned all along.”

“Took you long enough to figure out,” responds Ais with a devilish smirk.

The stranger chuckles in amusement at the light-hearted banter between the two lovebirds before he interjects with his next question,” Could you two share your first impressions of each other?”

“First impression, huh?”, you paused for a moment, adopting a deadpan expression, before replying, “Bastard.” Your blunt response elicits a roar of laughter from both men.

“You wound me Sparrow,” Ais remarks, his six- foot frame shook with mirth. Before he answers for himself, he grins and teases,” Ah yes, I remember thinking, ‘Is this sparrow lost, or did the sky misplace its most charming songbird?’ Thankfully, they landed right here.”

“That’s the biggest load of nonsense I’ve ever heard,” you retort with an unimpressed look, eyebrows raised in mock indignation. Ais leans in to press a firm kiss to your forehead, unfazed by your tough facade.

“Mouth off all you want, I happen to like your shitty attitude,” he says affectionately while you remain stoic to appear indifferent to his tender gaze, but the telltale blush creeping onto your cheeks gives you away.

“Any tips you would like to give to a new couple?”, the stranger poses his final question.

Ais smiles sincerely, his gaze thoughtful as he offers his advice,” Be honest and real. The right person will love you for who you really are,” he says as a matter of fact, looking at you for a moment.

You nod in agreement before adding your own perspective,” If you have to pretend to be someone else, even with your lover, well, how long can that last?” you continue with an earnest expression,” If you and your partner cannot accept each other’s worst, you have no right to enjoy each other’s best either. Putting up an act doesn’t work in the long run.” you finish, a kind smile gracing your lips.

“Thank you so much! You make such a lovely couple,” the stranger remarks warmly before asking, “May I ask your names?’

“(y/n)”, you introduce yourself with a warm smile. “Ais”, he follows suit.

“(y/n) and Ais,” the stranger repeats the names, the syllables harmonizing so well, their love seems destined.

“Thank you for your time! Good day!”, the stranger expresses his gratitude as they prepare to part ways.

“No worries, it was lovely talking to you.”, you respond with a sweet smile, eyes reflecting genuine warmth. Ais offers a nonchalant wave as a farewell, but the content smile etched on his face betrays his enjoyment of the conversation.

Together with Princess, both of you set off on your way to your long-awaited coffee date, the air around both of you filled with sweet anticipation.

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End note: Tell me about your thoughts in the comments! I will be writing for other LIs soon! Thank you for reading my work 😊

[iridescent-solstice]

"Doctor . . . Have you ever made an unfixable mistake with good intentions?" This meekly spoken question makes him freeze. Shoulders squared up and tense as he mulls over it for a brief second. He's taken care of many patients in his long monotonous life but not many are interested in his personal life. If any at all. Yet the mere question shakes him. It shouldn't, he knows you mean no harm. Yet his calm and collected demeanour instantly turning sour, bitter and cold. The bandage needed to wrap up your wounds, is clutch tightly within his grasps before his hold on them softens. He sighs his frustration away before turning away from the cabinet. Turning to see you.

And when he faces you, there is no trace of this hidden emotion in sight. None at all. So, you are none the wiser to what storm you have brewed up inside his head. "Now why would you ask such a question hmm?" He murmurs, matching the volume of your voice. A soft whisper like sound that makes this conversation feel more intimate than it really is. Like the two of you are strangers tucked under a bridge together. Huddled up against one another for warmth as you wait out the rain raging on outside. The mere thought flustering you a little.

Noticing your shy gaze upon him. His sunset kissed eyes wrinkled up into a soft smile as he makes his way back to you on the bed. "I just . . . I thought I was doing the right thing. What was expected of me but I . . ." "Just made a mess of things?" He continues for you when you trail off with a knowing look in his eyes. His smile grows bigger and more comforting. "I have certainly found myself within these types of situations, after all I am no angel." His eyes dart away at that last bit but find themselves gazing back into yours again. You laugh quietly, "many would disagree with that statem-" "But that mistake matters not now. In truth none of our mistakes are unatonable." He speaks as he skilfully but with haste begins to bandage the mysterious gash on your arm. Eyes foggy as if recounting a faraway memory so you dare not interrupt him. "A rash and ignorant move in a tumultuous situation is not uncommon, but what you decide to do moving forward has far greater importance than what rotten seed you have sowed in the past." With that being said, the conversation is over. The doctor and yourself now both lost in thought.

[ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @ianrkives]

[toxintouch]

I'm not sure if what I wrote is what this post had in mind but… also I meant to do this as a rb but my toxic trait is writing things in drafts/private posts so I err uhhh look I can't keep fighting with Tumblr formatting ok

Mhin receiving an unusually specific compliment. ᵕ ω ᵕ

“You're so fascinating, Mhin. If you wrote a book, I would definitely read it.  Even if you wrote the book about something really boring.  Even if you wrote…a dictionary, full of words I already know the meanings to.  I'd still read it, just because you wrote it.  Just to feel like I got to walk beside you in the world for a little while."

Mhin looks over at you despite themself. Your voice is low, tone affectionate difficult to parse over the incessant noise permeating the Wet Wick. They find themselves staring at your lips, as if to read your words despite hearing you clearly.

“You're really the most interesting person I know...  Which is saying a lot, in this city!”  You laugh at yourself, bandaged fingers trailing around the rim of the glass placed in front of you at the bar.  Your face is flushed, pupils dilated.  The longer they look at you, brows furrowed as they try to make sense of your words, the less you seem able to look them in the eyes.

The liquid in your glass is clear.  

Tequila?  Vodka?  Gin?  A stomach wrenching combination of all three, possibly.  Who knows what Leander was willing to put in front of you, if it makes you so…

Mhin huffs, mouth wrenching into a frown. They clasp a hand around the glass in front of you. "I think you've had enough." They must have gone (miraculously) nose-blind from the boozy scent of the Wet Wick because even as they slide the heavy tankard closer to themself, the pungent tang of alcohol is no more invasive than it was prior. They expected to be able to taste the fumes coming off of whatever concoction they just took from you.

"I'm--" You start to protest, but you find yourself cut off when Leander says something that causes the crowded bar to go wild, cheers erupting. One of the Bloodhounds jostles Mhin in their mirth, causing your confiscated drink to upend, contents sloshing over the surface of the bar and soaking the sleeve of Mhin's shirt.

It's water.

You were saying those things while sober.

Mhin's eyes find yours, no attention spared for the slurring Bloodhound beside them. You're looking at them affectionately, lips quirked.

"Would you be mad at me if I told you that you're too cute?" You ask, something far too warm, too inviting in your words.

Mhin is halfway across the bar in a heartbeat, burning red ears gone deaf to the sound of Leander's voice, calling out to them that they haven't picked their pay up yet. They'll get it tomorrow, they think, racing towards the respite of the fresh night air. Away from the urge to--

Mhin doesn't let themself turn to look back at you as they leave. Though they can't stop themself from wondering: if they did, would they see you staring back at them?

Damn Mhin just take the compliment. I made Mhin's about their brains instead of their looks etc. bc while I think mentioning wanting to kiss their beauty mark would fluster them I think this is the type of thing that would absolutely infect their brain.  Have them thinking about those words over and over until it completely ruins their nightly Soulless hunting; they give up & just stargaze all night.

[angeloferidia]

I originally made this with my touchstarved MC/OC but I decided to make a Y/N version for my fellow Kuras loving pookies 🫶

Version with my MC

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧)

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 He’s just trying to help you out… Right?

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Manipulation, ignoring boundaries, reader is touch starved but also touch repulsed, anxiety, bottling up emotions, vomiting, abusive behavior, non consensual touching (there’s no rape if anyone is wondering), mentions of blood and gore, bathing, nudity (no sex).

𝘼/𝙉 I’m not surprised by the poll results lol🤣. But here ya go! Something short, simple, and angsty. I wanna preface though that this does get quite uncomfortable because it’s someone blatantly ignoring boundaries when there’s clear signs they don’t want to be touched. So if you find that triggering, please do not read this. If anyone in your life ever does this, I implore you to cut them out of your life. Please heed the warnings.

Today had truly been a long, grueling day with things not going your way.

Your only lead to infiltrating the Senobium turned out to be a total waste of time, then your stomach got fucked by whatever the hell you bought from a stall afterwards. And then a hunt for a soulless you took for some coins ended with you showered in its guts.

When you arrive at the Wet Wick, your face stormy and exhausted, covered in gore and blood and smelling of rot, you make the bar go silent.

Many patrons lean away from you as you walk by, some nearly hurling, and Leander is quick to meet you before you reach the steps.

“Yikes, Sunshine. You don’t look so hot.”

You bite back a retort.

“Here let’s get you upstairs.”

You honestly want to be left alone, but you don’t have the heart to tell him, not when he so concerned about you as he always is.

Once in your room, Leander drags out a tub while you hold your breath and strip out of your disgusting layers, nearly gagging a few times as you touch the filth.

With his magic he fills up the tub with warm water and goes to fetch some oils, soap for your body and hair, and a pitcher.

With him going about getting those items, you sink into the tub with a sigh, soon frowning as the pristine water turns murky with gore.

“Here ya go,” Leander chirps, your heart leaping into your throat.

He passes the rag to you as well as a bar of soap before dropping in some oils. “That’s my favorite soap, doesn’t it smell good?”

You take a short whiff and hum. “Yeah..”

You jump when Leander’s hand suddenly invades the water, brushing against the skin of your thigh and his other holding your shoulder for support. You go to snap at him when you watch as the water slowly turns from dark and murky to clear and clean.

“I know you don’t wanna bathe in gore all over again,” he says, giving you a cheeky smile, looking proud of himself.

“Yeah… Thanks,” you mutter, shifting to try and get his touch off as you lather your rag with the bar of soap.

You thought he’d leave you be to go back to entertaining his Hounds, but no. He stays where he is, hovering behind you and helping you clean up.

Although, it doesn’t bother you that he sees you in such a vulnerable state of nakedness, you having grown used to bathing with others and not viewing yours and others bodies as inherently sexual.

But you’re on edge. Leander has a big presence, literally and figuratively, and he’s making you feel worse, making you feel suffocated, agitated, and guilty for feeling that way when he’s been nothing but generous and wonderful ever since you met.

Leander has scratched the itch of wanting touch, showing you it’s possible, but at the same time touch can make you feel sick.

You want to convey it to him, but looking at his happy face twists your stomach. So you endure some more, pushing all your negative feelings bubbling away in your gut.

He’ll leave once you’re done.

But again, today isn’t in your favor.

Leander insist on helping you dry and dress while running his mouth about his day.

You halfheartedly listen to him while popping your knuckles repeatedly to ease your discomfort, and Leander soon catches on to your fidgeting, mistaking it for something else…

He lets out a breathy chuckle, it sounding like gooey honey and his gaze low lided. His hand comes to grasp your shoulder, making you bunch up and turn to move your shoulder out of his grasp, but he doesn’t let go, his hold tightening up.

“Hey, what did I say? If you wanna touch me all you have to do is ask, or even just do so.”

“That’s not— Woah!”

He pulls you to sit down on the bed, sitting right beside you, his knee pressing against yours. He uses his teeth to pull off his gloves and you suddenly grasps his wrists tight, trembling slightly.

“Leander, please, it’s not that,” you grit slightly with tightly furrowed brows, before guilt comes swallowing you at the look of hurt and confusion on his face.

“I’m just exhausted from today and I just want to be alone!”

Leander’s face falls into a blank stare, on that you’re not familiar with. It’s… Empty and cold, unnatural for a sunny guy such as himself. It kicks starts your heart into a fast paced beat. You don’t like it. Not one bit.

But then he’s smiling again, looking amused as if you’re being difficult or perhaps you told him a joke. He tugs his wrists from your grip with ease and locks your hands into his firmly. “Hey, I know today was rough, but let me help you, alright?”

“You’re not—!”

Suddenly you’re falling into the bed, it squeaking in protest at the sudden weight. Leander’s arms are wrapped around you, caging you in his hold. You lay there with mute panic, feeling your throat knot up. Your head is dizzy with static and your skin crawling as if maggots infested your insides.

“Everyone needs a hug or cuddle once in a while, Sunshine. Don’t try to fight it,” he says, lips brushing your ear. “For you especially it’s not healthy. You went so long without proper affectionate touch, I understand it’s hard to ask it now, but I’ll help you. I’ll show you it’s okay.”

You begin to fight his touch, your breath frantic, and soon you free yourself, dropping to the floor with a loud thud and scrambling. You end up retching into the pitcher Leander had used for your hair earlier.

Tears drip from your face and snot from your nose as you try to catch your breath.

“My goodness, did you eat something bad? There, there, let it out,” Leander says with a poisonously soothing voice, rubbing your back gently.

[bonecaffeine]

TOUCHSTARVED MATCHUPS are closed!!

Edit: While I am so so happy with the amount of attention this post got and the number of requests I received, I have to close these matchups for now. I hope to finish them all in october! Once I am done I might re-open them so stay tuned!

I've recently played the demo and I've been in love ever since! To show off my admiration for Touchstarved and its characters I decided to open up matchup requests, in which you'll be matched with one of the main characters!

To get a match up all you'll need is to send me a description of yourself in my inbox. Please fill out your description based on these points:

Your pronouns;

Your name, nickname (though it's optional!);

Do you want a romantic or a platonic matchup (no nsfw this time, sorry.)?

A brief overview of your looks and physical features;

Your personality: likes, dislikes, hobbies, fun facts, etc;

If you really don't want to be matched with a certain character, let me know.

Feel free to be as open and honest as you like with any of these points! What matters the most is your personality, so you don't have to talk much about your appearance in case that's what you're uncomfortable with. Also, if you have any triggers, mention those! I'd hate to upset anyone with their matchup. If you're worried that your description is too long or too short, it's okay. You can ramble as much or as little as you want. Aaand my final point - once I finish your matchup I'd love to hear your thoughts on how accurately I wrote about you or if I paired you with a favorite character:-) anyways, can't wait for all of your requests~~

[eniiart]

Say hi to Mhin&Merre!!

[bizzxis]

“Everyone has things they can and cannot do. I’ll do what you can’t do and you do what I can’t do.”

Something I think Mhin really needs to hear.

[vermilionsun]

Other prompt idea (I'm inspired at the moment) : How would the Lis react to walking in on MC changing (with their bandages undone), before they're in a relationship and after they get together ?

Hope you'll be inspired, take care ! :3

oooh, I AM ✨INSPIRED✨! Tysm for sending this in! <3

Ais

whoopsie

Before

✩ It’s an honest mistake, really

✩ He just steps into the room, without thinking much. “Hey I need to— oh?”

✩ He freezes for a second before suddenly the wall looks very interesting and he averts his gaze quickly.

✩ “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were… changing…”

✩ He does manage to get a quick look of their hands from the corner of his eye, but he doesn't comment on it.

✩ Sure, he’s interested, but he ain’t gonna say anything unless they mention it first

✩ o̶r̶ p̶r̶o̶v̶o̶k̶e̶ h̶i̶m̶, f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ m̶a̶t̶t̶e̶r̶.

✩ “I’ll just…”

✩ He turns around, quickly leaving, closing the door behind him

✩ He leans his back against the door, trying to regain his composure - which takes him a minute. He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to push the images of the MC popping up in his head. There's a strange feeling in his chest; a mix of guilt and… something else…

After

✩ He stops in his tracks, eyes widening slightly as his eyes roam their body

✩ After a beat of silence, he smirks slightly.

✩ “Well, this is quite the sight.”

✩ “You don't mind me looking, do ya?”

✩ Curiosity flickers in his eyes when he notices their hands, and he walks up to them

✩ His hands twitch as if he wants to reach out and touch them, but he restrains himself, and instead he looks up to meet their eyes.

✩ “So that's what's been hiding under there, huh?”

✩ He doesn't seem disgusted or judgemental at the sight, just... curious

✩ “Looks like you have some pretty interesting patterns there,” he murmurs, his voice slightly softer.

✩ “̴̨̢͈̹̪̗̥̤̦͈͍͈̾̃͆̈́͐́̍̆̾͠C̸̶̶̢͕̺̲̤̻͖̞̘͕̥͔̟̦̳̭̈́͆̈́̿͆́̄̈̋̆̈̂̌̕͝͝a̸̶̶̛͉̝͚̠̝̙̠̰̻͚̩̝̝̐̉̈͐̌̀̀̑̐̓̃̂͌͘͘̚n̷̶̵̦̟̘̮̹͎̫͇͈̲̪̖̺̩͇̒͊̄̓̾̓̀͛̄͆̾̃̈́̋̚̚͜͠ͅ ̶̧̡̘͔̘̘͔̩̜͑̔̈́̋̓̏̂̓̅͆̇̊̚͠ͅI̴̶̸̛̝͖͔͚͍̭͓̪̺̣͙̝͍̱̗̯͋̔̽͐ͅ.̴̢̛̟̟̋̅͒͆̅̃͂̊̏̓̀̒.̵̢̢̭̜̪͚͍̮̙̣̰͈͉̐̋́̎̿̀͌̅͘̕.̶̛͇̙̼̎͐͋͆̽͂́ ̷̢̧͍͖̯̙̦̓ţ̸̶̶̢̛̗̟̩̟̤͍̠̯͔̬̲̥̬̗̑̄͗̐͛̂̈́̈́͛͒̚ớ̴̶̵͔̙̱̭̟̲̙́̃́̐̆̾̊̍̏̈̽͆̆̋̕͜ȕ̸̶̷̡̢̻̗͕̲̟͖̗̤̞̫͙̲̐̀͒̒̀͑̄̚͘͝c̸̶̷̨̜̩͓̼̥̼̣͎̙͎͚̐̽̅̓̐̇͠͝h̷̶̴̢̨̩͓̙̯̠͎̝̳̹̪̹̼̅̈́̋̔͆̏̑̎́͊̈́̌̋̚̚͘͝ ̷̼̗͍͂͐ͅy̴̶̵͉̻̲͇̙̻̟̯͕͎̜͔͇͓̦͊͒͒͐̂̿̈̄͂̈́͋̀͂̒̅̍̕͘͜͜ǫ̷̶̷̢̡̹̣̞̲̥̝̝̗̞̟̼̙̬̖̉̎̎͂̍̈́̒̐̓̿̏̉̃͂̏̍͆͛͑̒̓͌͠͝ͅư̷̶̷̧̢̜̭̬̝͇͓͕̰̭̖͔̦̗̞̤͎͋̀͌͋͘?̶̶̶̢̨̢̡̛͎̮��͖͔̫̣͇̳̩͇̰̫̼̈́͊̏̀̈́̐̾͜”̶͍̟̹̣̗̖͇̜̻͉̬̯̀͌̀̾̂͊̀̇̈̀̌͠

Kuras

he knows

Before

✞ He miscalculated

✞ His face goes a few shades redder when he realises his mistake

✞ “A-Ah! My apologies. I was just coming to check on you. I didn't know you were changing.”

✞ He averts his eyes and clears his throat.

✞ A flicker of something like recognition flashes across his face when he sees their arms, before being carefully buried beneath the doctor's mask.

✞ He takes a shaky breath and swallows hard.

✞ “May I come in and check your bandages? I won’t touch you, I promise.”

✞ If they allow him to, he does so; otherwise he just brings them fresh ones.

✞ “Forgive me for interrupting. I'll give you a moment to finish dressing. Please call for me once you're ready.”

✞ He turns and steps away, but not before closing the door on silent hinges, leaving them with the faint smell of coffee and antiseptic on the air.

After

✞ Kuras pauses for a brief moment; his expression is neutral and unfazeable.

✞ He did have to suppress a chuckle as he watched their panicked little scramble to cover themselves.

✞ He finally breaks the silence afterwards, a tinge of wry humour in his voice. “You're truly an exhibitionist at heart.”

✞ His eyes are dancing with restrained laughter now. He leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

✞ “You forgot to lock the door.”

✞ He feigned nonchalance, even as his eyes continue to scan their figure. His eyes linger on the scars for only a moment, flitting away with practised ease.

✞ “Have your bandages come loose?”

✞ He takes a step into the room, a soft exhale escaping his lips.

✞ “Need any help?”

✞ If not, he doesn’t pry further, and just goes on to do whatever he was there to do

Leander

nothing he hasn’t seen before—

Before

🗡 Leander opens the door and instantly falters, stunned into surprise at the sight

🗡 "Whoa, I, I..."

🗡 He instantly averts his gaze, his face turning slightly crimson as he stumbles over his words.

🗡 "I'm so sorry. I… I didn't realise you were..."

🗡 He coughs, clearly flustered.

🗡 His eyes, involuntarily and just for a brief second, trail over their form before he hastily averts it.

🗡 He barely pays attention to the exposed skin of their hands

🗡 "I should've knocked. I swear, I wasn't—" He falters, voice a bit higher than usual, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish expression

🗡 “I'll just…." He gestures vaguely outside the door, backing up another step, his gaze lingering for a fraction of a second before stepping outside, shutting the door behind him

🗡 On the other side of the door, he quietly curses under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair, cheeks still flushed. The image is now burned into his mind, no matter how much he tries to push it away.

After

🗡 He stops in the doorway, his face flushing as he turns his head away.

🗡 “Sorry! I didn’t know you were… um…”

🗡 He can barely keep his eyes trained on the wall, his mind struggling to push away certain thoughts.

🗡 He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.

🗡 “You should really start locking the door when you’re changing, you know.”

🗡 He chuckles to himself as he leans against the door frame.

🗡 “Unless you wanted me to walk in on you like this. Although I won’t complain too much if that’s the case—”

🗡 He runs a palm down his face. “You know you look gorgeous, right? Ah, I probably shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am…”

🗡 He bites his lip, struggling to not take another step inside the room.

🗡 “I’m just gonna… um, close the door and give you some privacy. Just… let me know when you’re done.”

Mhin

fuck shit fuck shit fuck fuck fuck

Before

🕊 They pause, hand on the door.

🕊 “Hey, get some clothes on! How shameless can you be?””

🕊 They turn around and close the door… the wrong way.

🕊 Mhin stands there for a moment in stunned silence.

🕊 “…Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

🕊 Mhin rubs their temples and sighs, trying to avoid looking at them

🕊 A look of fascination crosses their face upon noticing their hands from the corner of their eye.

🕊 Curiosity wars with decency for a beat before giving into the latter.

🕊 They discreetly peek but refrain from staring

🕊 After a moment, they just leave without another word

After

🕊 Mhin lets out an audible gasp, their cheeks flush with embarrassment, their mind racing a mile a minute as they struggle to find the right words to say.

🕊 "I-I'm..." Mhin manages to stutter out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

🕊 As the words leave their mouth, Mhin's eyes unconsciously drift downward, taking in the sight

🕊 Mhin's eyes widen, their heart skipping a beat as they notice the MC's hands

🕊 "What...?" Mhin asks, their voice barely above a whisper. Their eyes flick up to meet the MC's, a mixture of concern and fear written in their expression.

🕊 Unable to help themself, Mhin takes a step closer, their curiosity overriding their embarrassment for the moment, hand reaching out almost instinctively, as if to reach out and touch the scars—

🕊  But they stop themselves just in time, the realisation of what they're doing snapping them back to reality, and retract their hand.

🕊 They had expected many things, but certainly not that

🕊 Finally, Mhin manages to regain their composure enough to speak normally-ish, their voice soft.

🕊 "U-um... I should probably... leave." Their words come out in a rush as they slowly back away from the door.

Vere

finally taking up on his offer?

Before

�� Vere found himself frozen in place

✦ For a moment, he considered turning away, but his gaze lingered for a few more beats before he spoke up, trying to maintain a casual tone.

✦ “Ah... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude..!”

✦ He felt a little flustered as his eyes trailed across the contours of their body, mentally berating himself for the involuntary staring.

✦ "Don't mind me… I didn’t expect you to be… ah… changing right now—”

✦ Man has to do a double-take to notice their hands

✦ The sight stirred up a mix of emotions—pity, curiosity, h̶u̶n̶g̶e̶r̶ and a newfound realisation

✦ He did try to remain composed, to his credit

✦ He can’t help it. He smirks.

✦ “Oh~ what’s this, huh?”

After

✦ “How long could it possibly take— Ah, apologies! I didn't mean to barge in.”

✦ Vere averts his gaze, a hint of a blush creeping onto his face. He glances away sheepishly.

✦ “Please, don't mind me. I can wait until you're... decent.”

✦ When he notices their hands, his expression momentarily falters before he regains his composure.

✦ He doesn't comment immediately, instead giving them a moment to compose themself.

✦ He chooses his words carefully.

✦ “Are those…?” They die on his tongue.

✦ He stands awkwardly by the door, knowing he should give them some privacy, yet unable to tear his eyes away

✦ He bites his tongue, holding back the questions that immediately come to mind.

✦ Instead, he simply waits patiently, giving them space to explain if they choose to.

[future-ph3nix]

A little sneak peek at the first chapter of a WIP I recklessly started without the least idea how it will end. 🙃

My AO3 if anyone is interested :