Ya know what would be messed up though???? If MC knew about Fiancee’s affair and kept her mouth shut. Not bc she pities her or anything but bc she wanted to wait and use it for when she felt Lucien has been too clingy recently. Like when Lucien just gets a bit too clingy for her comfort, she ends up kinda slyly tipping him off about it disguised as her “concerns” so ofc he goes to check bc he wants to reassure his dear Mother that’s not the case but like- boom. All the letters. MC gets a good week of peace from Lucien, only to be troubled when it backfires and now thats like one step closer to Mal’s retirement plan to keep her all to himself.
Ohoho, yes, yes. I love it when MC is sly like this. Years of being in the presence of shady fairies has taught her about a lot of things, for better or for worse.
The thing is, being a magicless, artificial fae, people are bound to underestimate her. Fiancee isn’t an exception. Not to mention, MC is so cold, so stoic, so emotionless, like a pretty doll. A trophy wife, just the kind of woman that Mal loves apparently. MC doesn’t really care about this, but she has to admit that it gives her certain… privileges. If she ever wanders off, people will automatically assume she wants to isolate herself, because that’s all she does aside from doing her duty.
And that was what she usually do, until she caught Fiancee receiving a letter from a certain kingdom.
MC isn’t dumb. She knows exactly what the seal on the envelope is, she just never says it. What should she? It’s not important. And when Fiancee caught her staring at her, she merely curtsied. There was no trace of guilt or fear or anxiety in her face. She assumed MC doesn’t know anything about the letter, and she truly didn’t know. After all, it’s easy to think that it’s just another invitation or business letters.
That is, until she noticed that Fiancee kept getting more letters from the Gekkon Kingdom, and how delighted she was.
MC’s first thought was to report it to Mal, but she quickly stopped herself. What if her suspicion was wrong? It’d ruin the already tentative relationship between Lucien and Fiancee, or worse, the relationship between Draconia and her family. But Fiancee did look happy, and, dare she said it, love-struck. MC has seen enough girls crushing on her son during the balls to know that Fiancee likes someone else, someone other than Lucien.
And then, another thought appeared. This time, it was: what if she uses Fiancee’s secret to deter Lucien?
It was a cruel thought, she admits. But hey, people around her have done worse than that. Mal and Lilia have done worse than keeping a secret for themselves. Heck, even Lucien has done worse, even if he thinks she doesn’t know it. So why should she feel guilty? It’s not like Fiancee is necessarily kind to her or anything. She’s about as polite as other nobles. Their relationship is purely formal, so why should MC pity her?
After all, nobody has ever pitied her before. Maybe Silver, but even he’s bound to his loyalty to Mal.
So, MC kept that secret. She kept her cool facade during the meetings, mealtimes, and tea parties. And, as expected, Fiancee didn’t suspect her anything. Nobody did, to be honest. They all thought she’s oblivious to the inner affairs, the illicit affairs, which is true to some extent. She doesn’t care about matters that don’t benefit or trouble the Royal Family in some way, but Fiancee’s yes. Just not the kind of care Fiancee wants, even if she never says it.
Of course, such a large secret can’t be contained forever. Lucien has been clingier than ever, probably dreading his approaching wedding with Fiancee. MC is honestly apathetic to that, but she can’t be apathetic to his overwhelming affection. She needs to do something. Fast. And what better way to do it than to reveal Fiancee’s secret? Obviously, MC doesn’t dump it to him so blatantly. She tips him, assuming that he’s smart enough to pick up the hint.
And he does, of course, he does. He’s spent too much time with her, after all. Even if she largely ignores him, he still learned enough about her to know that she’s ‘concerned’ about him. And that makes him happier than ever, even if her concern is mainly about Fiancee.
So, he reassures her that no, Fiancee isn’t cheating. She’s too scared of him to ever do such an outrageous thing. But MC remains stubborn, as always, and urges him to check her room. And despite his status as a prince, a well-bred person with hours of manner lessons under his belt, Lucien barges into Fiancee’s room as ordered.
And he found it, the letters, hidden deep inside her trinkets in one of her drawers. Bound by a cute pink ribbon and smelled like an expensive perfume.
MC never felt a true peace when Lucien finally left her alone to confront Fiancee. She allows her face to relax slightly, just enough not to be seen so frigid. Mal, obviously, picks up on this, but she brushes it off by saying that her schedules aren’t so packed this week.
And then, one day, Lucien asks to meet with them both along with Fiancee, who looks like she wants to be anywhere but here, and declares that he’ll hasten the wedding date to a month later. Mal is elated to hear this, but he asks him the reason first. Lucien says that he’s certain that Fiancee is the one for him, and he doesn’t want to wait any longer. MC scowls slightly, and quickly schools her expression back when Fiancee glances at her. Mal merely nods and tells him that he’ll order the servants to prepare a perfect wedding for them, and promptly dismisses them.
It’s safe to say that MC’s plan is ruined, again, especially when Mal gently holds her gloved hand and lovingly mutters:
“Do you hear that, butterfly? Our son wants to marry as soon as possible. That means we can spend more time sooner now.”
My experience with seeing the genshin ships fan arts and fanfics:
Albelumi: soft color, (probably first) kisses, paintings, soft albedo, snow, experiments, hugs, playing with Klee
Chilumi: BLOOD, chaos, violence, “ojou-chan fight me please!”, “ hey girlie hold still”, food, mora, injuries, dead eyes, maniacal laughters, tired Lumine™, golden house, teucer, kabedon, friends to enemies to lovers, Russian pet names
Xiaolumi: ANGST, so much tears omg, blood, violence, karmic debts, hurt/comfort, lots of pushing away smh, lanterns, XIAO’S SMOL & RARE SMILE, almond tofu, pining, slow burn
Zhonglumi: Wikipedia, poverty personifies, dragon, glaze lilies, angst but not as angsty as xiao ok, guizhong, war flashbacks™, secret stash, oblivious grandpa™, ancient courting, dragon courting, sacrificial bride, retirement
Scaramona: lots of lover’s spats, “the stars aren’t real”, astrology, HUMONGOUS pride, tsun-tsun, jealous, aggressive kisses, electricity between their eyes, kabedon 2, enemies to lovers, middle fingers, hat couple
Jealuc: DENIAL, “diluc-senpai!”, a ball of fluff and awkward (from diluc), lots of blushing, “hn”, senpai and kouhai, ponytail couple, probably matching ponytail at some point, slow burn 2, Klee being a coincidental matchmaker
Rosakae (my fave but still rare *sobs*): kuudere and flirt, lots of flirting, lots of sexual innuendos too, fwb, cryo couple, working from the darkness, alcohol, bar, probably annoying diluc too, alleyways, accidental trauma sharing, slow burn 3 bc they just can’t be honest with each other, lots of pushing away 2, shirkers, red and blue
#tri speaks #remind me to write rosakae later #my ship shall not drown
This idea suddnely came to me but holy shit it wouldnt let me go so okay Fiancee right? I thought of a what if wherein she’s older - like way older - than Lucien. She’s the daughter of a noble house and incredibly worldly and charming. She actually was planning to get married to Victor (also aged up in the universe sorry it conflicts with lore lfhdjja) and was just waiting for him to settle into his role as king before they married until- Until the royal proposal ends up on her family’s doorstep and she can’t refuse. Like, sure she may love Victor but their relationship isn’t official- and no one is crazy enough to deny the royal family. So she gets sent to marry Lucien. Ofc Luci has no interest in her and bluntly informs her of his thoughts, but she’s just... accepting. Annoyed at him sure cuz in her eyes he’s the snobby prince who ruined her future marriage plans but fine, whatever. He’s a child in her eyes. She just goes about her life, now unfortunately saddled with the title of his fiancee. She still keeps in touch with Victor, entertaining some ploys of how to break her engagement but honestly both of them know better than to go thru with it. Maleficent is notoriously unforgiving to insults against her and her family and Victor didn’t want to make his forces suffer a war against the Valley of Thorns. She laments her misfortune but resolves to at least get Lucien to like her- not romantically- but just enough that he tolerates her presence and would (maybe?) be amenable to breaking their engagement someday in the future or if not, a divorce after she bears him an heir. Somehow or another she actually manages to charm Lucien enough that he actually fell for her, and she’s... nervous. She’s seen the king’s obsession with the queen but comforts herself that Luci’s top priority is the queen and he hadn’t shown any obsession with her aside from getting pissy when she goes to visit the gekkon kingdom (to “sightsee”) or entertain guests. Sometimes she uses her seniority and “wisdom” to misdirect Luci about his feelings for her (hey, gaslighting is common in fae culture) or set his attention elsewhere so he doesn’t introspect (much easier than you’d think since he doesnt do it much- if at all). However, she harshly reminded of Lucien’s wrath when she comes back after a trip to the Gekkon Kingdom (Victor had arranged a lovely little date for them under the guise of “business-venture planning” btwn the kingdoms) and finds Lilia escorting her to Lucien’s study, where he’s flicking through a large assortment of letters btwn herself and Victor. His gaze is burning as he read out one letter- a fairly early one, where she had asked Victor’s opinion of elopement.
She had never been subjected to a Draconia’s wrath before, but now she understands why the Queen’s eyes are so lifeless all the damn time.
THIS. THIS. I love this ask so much I made a fic out of it ehe I hope you don’t mind! As for the age, I think I’m gonna make it vague for now to give y’all some freedom to ask. And I took some creative liberty at the end hehe. This isn’t canon, ok? Just another what-if scenario. You can still send me Victor x Fiancee/Lucien x Fiancee/Victor x Fiancee x Lucien asks. Who knows, maybe I’ll write another scenario like this!
“… So, elopement, huh?”
You didn’t like it when he was calm like this. It was silent, eerie, and stressful. Everything that he wasn’t, everything that he shouldn’t be. You almost preferred it if he exploded in your face, to slap you, or maybe choked you until you were on the verge of unconsciousness. But that’d be too nice, wouldn’t it? Lucien wasn’t actually known for his kindness, if his grumpy demeanor and quick temper told you anything. He was only benign to the queen, and if you thought deeper, he was somewhat tolerable to you. Or he tolerated you.
And now you ruined what little of his kindness towards you. All because you couldn’t bring yourself to sever the fragile relationship with your ex, or who should’ve been your future husband. All because you still clung on to the hope that maybe, maybe you could still marry Victor someday. That maybe Lucien would be willing to divorce you. That maybe you could still get that happy ending with your prince, just like those princesses in fairy tales.
But reality wasn’t a fairy tale. You weren’t one of those angelic princesses who only thought about romance and singing in the woods with the animals. And if reality was truly fairy tale, then yours must be a twisted one, because you were bound to marry the dragon instead. The dragon who kept you in a humongous tower, along with his riches. The dragon who wouldn’t hesitate to burn your prince before he even arrived. The dragon who you made the mistake of seducing in hopes of having a rendezvous with your prince.
“Y-Your Highness, that wasn’t–”
Lucien slammed his gloved fist on the table, and you half-hoped he’d finally burst.
Had you underestimated his patience, the same way you overestimated your manipulation?
“Did I tell you to speak yet, wench?” he growled.
You flinched at the nickname, at the voice darker and deeper than an abyss. If it was anyone else, you’d have their head for calling you so rudely. But this was Lucien Draconia, your fiancé that you’d been betraying silently. The prince who had a legion of dark creatures under his wings. The son of the almighty Malleus Draconia. If anything, you were under his mercy.
Honestly, it was a miracle that you were still standing until now.
Lucien huffed, green flame blew from his nostrils. He was angry, oh so angry, but he didn’t blow up. Not yet, and it agitated you. Why couldn’t he just get this over with? Why was he so hell-bent on torturing you with this tension? You thought you might as well be choking on the silence. Was this what he wanted? To see you writhe on the floor whilst clutching your neck? To beg for air despite the spacious office and the draft swirling in the ceiling? You’d never expected him to be the sadistic type – cruel, yes, but never sadistic – but, once again, you were proven wrong. Just like everything else you knew about him.
Of course, how could you expect him to be transparent? Nobody even knew where the queen came from, why the king was so fixated with her despite her icy attitude, or why Lucien was obsessed with her in return. The Draconia family had always been shrouded with mystery, bounded by thorny vines and darkness so thick not even the strongest and sharpest sword could slice it. Very few had the privileges to know about the secrets kept under lock and key, and those few people guarded them like they were their lifeline. And you weren’t one of those people, unfortunately.
How could you, when you’d destroyed his fragile trust in you before you even married him? This act alone should be enough to warrant a death sentence, if not exile.
Lucien turned his attention back to the half-crumpled letter in his hand, and you allowed yourself to breathe a little. The corset didn’t help you at all, but at least you didn’t feel stifled in your own body.
“Dearest, Victor.” He began to read, with an overly high pitched voice that didn’t resemble yours in the slightest. “I was strolling in the garden and I saw blue roses. Do you know what they mean, Victor? That means ‘unattainable’, and I think it suits us, don’t you think? We were once the happiest couple, vowing to be each other’s beginning and ending, but everything changed with that one official letter. The future we’ve dreamed of is now unattainable. I must admit, seeing those flowers hurt me, but if we play our cards correctly, we can still be together, right?
Now, I must ask, what do you think about elopement? I know. Quite outrageous, yes? His Highness isn’t the most benevolent man, but he’s actually rather easy to manipulate. Anyone who doesn’t introspect enough is always easy to fool, especially those who are obsessed with someone. His Highness loves Her Majesty very much, the kind of love I’m wary to name, and I’m sure I can steer him to her properly. I know I’m using her, but I’m sure she’s already used to the attention. After all, His Majesty is a very intense man, befitting his species as a dragon fae. What’s the harm in adding another intense man? Please reply as soon as possible so I can proceed with my plan quickly. I can’t wait to be in your arms again. Yours eternally, Fiancée.”
Lucien finally put down the paper and intertwined his fingers, hiding his mouth behind them. “You sure have some guts to try using me and Mom. What’s next? You want to use Father too? My great grandma?”
You twiddled your thumbs, bowing as deeply as you could. As if it’d hide you from his burning gaze, the heat that threatened to scorch your scalp and scald your skull.
“Tell me what your plan is.”
Silence. You didn’t dare to speak. From fear or reluctance? You didn’t know. You just wanted to split the ground open and bury yourself to avoid his glower.
“Tell me!” he barked.
You startled. “I-I was planning on using your trip with the queen to escape, Y-Your Highness!”
“Y-yes, well, my plan was to convince the queen to go on a trip with you because… b-because I thought she’s overworked. And then, once you’ve left, I’d use that chance to escape with a carriage that I’ve prepared to the Gekkon Kingdom.”
“And then? You’ll immediately marry that gecko?”
“… Well, not immediately. We’d discuss our next plan, whether we’d lay low for a while or… send a letter to you containing the message that I can’t… marry you.”
Lucien fell silent, head drooped slightly. You couldn’t quite see his face through his [h/c] bangs, but you could certainly see his quivering shoulders. It was quiet at first, but the chuckle grew louder and louder until he was guffawing on his chair. Drops of tears gleamed on the corners of his eyes, mocking you with their strange hilarity. You averted your gaze, trying to quell the irritation that burned your chest.
“Oh, [Name]. You’re so stupid, so awfully stupid I wonder why Father even matched you with me.”
You wondered about that, either.
“You think that puny plan of yours would be enough to deter me? Yeah, I admit, the part where you want to convince Mom to go on a trip with me is lovely, but she’s a stubborn one, you know? You’d need more than just a persuasion to make her move.” he sneered, yet a hint of bitterness shook his voice faintly. “And even if you did manage to convince her, I’d still search for you. After all, you’re bound to me forever. The contract said so. Your petty message wouldn’t stop me in the slightest.”
Lucien slowly got up from his seat and approached your tensed figure. He raised a hand and stroked your blushing cheek, relishing in your unconscious flinch. “But I’m feeling pretty generous tonight, so I’ll forgive you.”
You whipped your head towards him, almost regretting it once you noticed just how close his face to yours. He… forgave you? No, no, he said he would forgive you. So there must be a catch here, somewhere. Just because he was feeling ‘pretty benevolent’, didn’t mean he was born a good guy. There was always a catch from fairies, because you were one of them.
Because not even you’d do something for free to just about anyone.
Lucien slowly smirked when he saw you struggled to hide your suspicious squint. “Of course, you have to agree that I’ll hasten our wedding date.”
He cocked his head almost innocently.
“So?” Another stroke, another parody of affection. “Or do you prefer a death sentence instead? Oh, or maybe his death sentence? You know I’d love to do that.”
The way he chirped his threat, coupled with a painfully fake smile, disgusted you to no end. But how could you voice your displeasure when you’d just explicitly stated that you wouldn’t hesitate to use him and the queen for your selfish purposes? You would’ve done worst had you were in his position. This was a rather benevolent move on his part.
“No, no, please. I–” you choked, feeling both repulsed and frightened by the thought of Victor dying in your arms. As if Lucien would allow you to hold him for the last time.
For all you knew, that rendezvous might as well be your last.
“I’ll do it. I…” you sniffled. “I’ll marry you, as quickly as possible. Just… just please don’t kill him.”
“There! That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Lucien patted your head mockingly and returned to his chair, not even bothering to wipe the fat tears from your cheeks. “You can go back to your room now. Lilia will tell you the exact date later.”
He dismissed you with a wave of his hand as if he didn’t just threaten to kill Victor with a guileless smile on his face. You nodded and bolted out of the office, desperate to find a fresh air and a good cry. You ignored Lilia who floated near the office, simpering with the falsity that matched Lucien’s.
It was funny how he resembled Lilia more than his own father. Perhaps he was secretly his child?
No, you shook your head as you plopped down on your bed and hid your face on the pillows, Lucien was too explosive. Too possessive. Less manipulative. Sure, he’d just threatened you earlier, but his manipulation wasn’t gentle. Anyone who witnessed your dispute earlier would know that he was trying to intimidate you, whereas Lilia would use a more… diplomatic method. It was highly possible that he was volatile during his youth, but Lucien wasn’t born until he reached his adulthood. So if Lucien were to inherit his manipulative side, he would’ve been more amiable. More patient. More dangerous.
The wedding took place roughly a month later. Lucien had reasoned that there was no need to wait for too long to tie the knot, not when he was already certain that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. It was a hasty decision, you must admit, but one that was welcomed almost heartily by the king. Because the sooner Lucien married, the sooner he’d be crowned. The queen remained stoic as usual, but you thought you saw a faint scowl on her flawless face. From Lucien’s proposal or Malleus’ enthusiasm? You weren’t sure. Your family and the court were more or less shocked at his decision, but they quickly worked to ensure a perfect wedding.
As always, the wedding was filled with challenges, feasts, dances, and chatters. Kingdoms from all over Twisted Wonderland were invited, even the small ones. Lucien tried to be as friendly as he could, doing his best to keep up with Prince Cheka Kingscholar’s excited babble without losing his patience, but the occasional smirk that graced his face when he thought nobody was looking made you suspect that he enjoyed bragging you to the world.
You also did your best to be a gracious host, striking up palavers with the guests and thanking them for their well wishes. Other than that, you spent your time watching them from the throne. And yet, no matter how many times you racked your eyes on the cluttering people, you never found the one person you’d been waiting for. In fact, you’d only met his parents, but even you were taken away before you could ask them what happened.
“Searching for that gecko?”
You glanced to your side, where Lucien had made himself comfortable on his own seat. He stared at the mingling guests with a bored look, wishing for nothing more than to do something else. Like his father, Lucien never really liked big crowds. It was a surefire way to drop his already low mood.
“Lilia, explain it to her.”
As if on cue, the ancient fae materialized beside you and bowed slightly.
“Prince Victor Gekkon is currently injured, Your Highness.”
You froze. The surroundings sounded and seemed blurry to you now.
“A group of wild beasts cornered him and mangled him during his hunt. He survived, but he suffered terrible injuries. That’s why only his parents came here; his siblings stay behind to take care of him.”
You said nothing for a moment, only staring at nothing yet everything at the same time.
“You lied…” you murmured.
“I assure you, Your Highness, that I did not do such a thing.”
You sucked a deep breath through your teeth, trying to calm yourself before you blew up right in front of the guests. Slowly, and robotically, you turned your head to your new husband.
“You did this, didn’t you?” you hissed. “You sent some of your pets to hurt him, didn’t you?”
Lucien peered at you, and he had the audacity to still look bored. “Maybe.”
“But you promised!” you exclaimed, stiffening almost immediately when some nobles glanced at you in confusion. You cleared your throat, softening your voice yet retaining the edge. “You promised me that you wouldn’t hurt him.”
“No, I promised that I won’t kill him, not hurt him. Learn to know the difference.”
You clenched your gloved hands, body trembling like a little earthquake. You hadn’t even spend a night together, and yet, you already planned on having a separate room tonight.
Why were fairies so adept in using loopholes again?
“At least I’m not a cheater.” Lucien sneered, shooting you a scathing look through your peripheral vision. “You’re lucky that I didn’t tell my family about this. Do you know how nerve-wracking it was to talk with my great grandma without spilling your nasty little secret? My life was literally on the line there, so you should be grateful, Draconia.”
You took another deep, exasperated breath. “I didn’t ask to be married to you.”
“I didn’t ask for it, either, but Father dictated that you’re ‘suitable’ for me, so his word goes. And besides, you’ve made me fallen for you in your quest to make me divorce you, so you should take responsibility.” Lucien huffed, glancing up at the large, gleaming chandeliers. “Unless you want that gecko to suffer worse than just a disfigurement, that is. In which case, I’d be happy to do it over and over again.”
#tri speaks #it's actually just an account for me to archive my stories #the draconia series probably won't be achieved bc there's so many what-ifs and I'm scared the readers there won't understand #i rarely update there tbh #i just use it to read chilumi
● Info: From Jan 20 - Feb 14, 2021, Aniplex offered a Valentine’s Day Gift where you could purchase a scarf & charm set of your Twst boy and send them a letter. These are the response cards that each of them send back to you.
Please note that all of these were originally in English; I didn’t translate or edit them in any way. This list is also missing a few of them, but will be updated as they’re found !!
Riddle Dear friend, Thank you for the present. Your choice in gifts has absolutely delighted me. Tell you what, why don’t I invite you to a lovely afternoon tea later? Just as a way to express my gratitude. Of course, you won’t turn down the invitation, I trust?
#if I'm feeling in the mood i shall return your gift #lolol leona's letter be like #while floyd is like "im gonna squeeze you SO hard just bc you gave me a gift out of nowhere #i almost couldn't believe my eyes lol #tri speaks
Reveries of the Past. Yandere!Childe x Fatui!gn!reader
CW: Dissociation, graphic depiction of violence, hallucinations, unhealthy relationship and unhealthy power dynamics.
A.N.: I used a lot of my experience with dissociations in this and if it makes you uncomfortable, I would advice not to read it. I also plan on writing continuation for this, as it’s set before the Rite of Descension. P.s. I am not a native English speaker, so could you notify me if there’s awkward wording.
I love stoic darling x sadistic yet friendly yandere, thank you for the food! ❤❤❤
#💖💖💖 #i just love that trope ok #it's actually a bit rare for me to find #ok i might've projected myself in there #i can't really show strong emotions either so it's nice to find a mc like that #tri speaks
It was cold, too cold. The wind bit your skin at every opportunity, the frost burdened your eyelashes, and the snow pierced your bones. You couldn’t even see through the windows due to the pale sheet that coated the glasses. The ground was white, too white, with a grey undertone. Whenever the sun shone down, it’d sparkle like tiny jewels encrusted in a silver cloth. The plants had long since wilted, beaten in a drawn-out battle against the cruelty of nature. Or the Tsaritsa.
Dead. Everything was dead, just like his eyes.
Snezhnaya was beautiful, in an eerie sort of way. The wind howled against the naked branches, a silent cry of those who perished from the weather and those who yearned for a warmer climate, for the sun. It was the sound of your heart, as you stared through the window with a fleece blanket over your hunched body, as you gazed at the murky sky with such longing it burned your chest. The pain was dull compared to the one where he forced you to move to his homeland, but still stung all the same. The house was a bit far away from his family’s, him wishing for independence while still wanting to maintain the relationship with his loved ones, but you knew better than to think that his intentions were that simple, despite his straightforward nature.
Childe just wanted them to keep an eye on you, too. You’d know, because every weekend, his little siblings would play in your house. Sometimes his parents, sometimes his older siblings, and sometimes all of them. And if you escaped, well, who’s to say that they wouldn’t report it to him? Who’s to say that they’d believe you when you said that you hated him, that their beloved brother and son had stolen your freedom for the sake of his twisted love, of his selfishness?
Maybe some of them would believe you, but it wasn’t as if they could do much. Not when there were so many ears and eyes on the walls, not when he knew so much about this place like the back of his hand. Teucer, for one, would certainly trust Childe over you. How could he not? Childe was the greatest toy salesman, after all. And true to his so-called occupation, he toyed with your heart, with your feelings, with your humanity. Everything that he didn’t have, that he’d lost grasp of, that he didn’t quite understand. So, he played it. Because it was fun, he said. A challenge, a battle that he was determined to win at all cost.
A battle of cat and mouse. A battle of breaking your spirit in the unfriendly wind, of dousing your fire in the unbreakable ice, of stripping you bare in the unforgiving winter until you begged for his help.
Befitting the nature of a salesman, Childe knew how to lure people, how to trick them into believing he was anything but a killer, including his own brother. He was great like that, it was almost amusing.
And it would’ve been amusing, indeed, had you weren’t the main victim of that torture. Had you were the audience of the bizarre play of a puppeteer falling for his own puppet instead, just like his family.
But Childe had overwritten the script, so now you played the role of a meek wife waiting for her husband’s return. And, well, it wouldn’t have been so bad, had it was anyone else but him, the one who were currently stalking towards you like the true stalker he was. The one who tried to cover his footfall, but your body was much too familiar with his sinister aura to even pretend to ignore him.
“Enjoying the view?”
Snezhnaya was beautiful, you had to admit, but it wasn’t the kind of beauty you preferred. It’d be something you admired in a passing, in stories woven like foreign music from his lips. You preferred a warm place, where the sun shone down just right and the sky was gentle blue and not a forbidding grey. You preferred a fleeting beauty, where you experienced the whole four seasons because you knew you could always count on spring to reappear, and not an eternal beauty like this.
But how could you convince him to love the same thing as you? To cherish the passing of time, instead of stagnancy. To admire the leaves as they transitioned from green to yellow to brown to green again, instead of the unchanging black. To enjoy the warmth on your back instead of the coldness that chained your body.
You couldn’t, because you were too different, that’s why. You were fire, and he was ice. Two opposing forces that shouldn’t have met, that shouldn’t have been so intertwined with each other until every day was a struggle for domination. But like the stubborn ice, he was determined to engulf your fire until you were nothing but a flicker underneath the cold, hard case. An ember underneath the heavy snow.
A girl unfamiliar to her surroundings.
You sucked a deep breath, and you felt the wintry air immediately pricked your nostrils. You’d sneezed once, and he’d laughed at you once, commenting just how cute your flushing face was. You’d pretended it was from the cold instead of the embarrassment, and you’d pretended to ignore the sharp flutters of the butterflies that you’d thought had long died at the sound of his laughter.
You’d hated yourself for that sensation.
“Can we travel someday?”
Childe hummed and glanced up, assuming a thinking pose. “I don’t know. You haven’t give me enough reason to do that.”
You stiffened. Sometimes, during a particularly foul mood after recalling your suffering at his hands, you rejected his affection. This, of course, didn’t sit well with him. He was, after all, a touchy man. Physical affection was his number one love language, and without it, he’d wither like the wild flowers in your yard. You’d done it last night, and this morning, he’d chosen to lock the house.
Petty, that was what he was.
“You’re still angry about last night?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, but one would be a fool to miss the sadistic glint in his eyes.
“Nope. Just thought that you should learn your lesson, that’s all.” Childe said airily, stroking the hair away from your face. “And I didn’t see any sign of struggle, either, so I guess I should compliment you for that.”
You silently clucked. He was referring to the functional door, where you’d once tried to kick down with your strongest boots in a desperate attempt to escape.
Of course, you’d ended up back here. Back to square one, as always.
“You should try harder if you want to go outside of Snezhnaya.” He cradled you from behind, his breath was comparable to the breeze outside. “I might even let you visit your homeland for a moment if you act good.”
A moment, before he ripped you away from the illusion of freedom. A moment, to let you feel the sunlight for once. A moment, to let you see the vast green meadows for once. He was mocking your beauty preference, you knew. His foxy smile said it all.
“But you’re always so stubborn, so how can I trust you to go outside? You even blew up your chance to step a foot in our yard with your little rebellion.”
“I was just thinking.” you retorted.
“Sure, you were. Just not the kind of things I want you to think about.” He rubbed your cheeks with his knuckles, simpering. “But I’m nothing if not a generous husband, so I’ll give you another chance. Try not to blow it up again, okay?”
Hi Tri! Can you write some non-yan headcanons for Lucien falling in love with a sweet and devoted darling please?
Non-yan, huh? This’ll be tricky.
Romance wasn’t something that Lucien often thought about, if ever. He had a lot in his plate already; his duty as a prince and future king, training, and a goal to earn the Queen’s affection. For many years, she was the only woman to ever occupied his mind and heart, and he didn’t mind it. In fact, he allowed it. Certainly, he’d heard about the rumors that stated that he might’ve fallen for her, or she might’ve enchanted him like she did to Malleus, but he brushed it off.
And then, you came, greeting him so cheerfully, so charmingly, so cutely. Lucien was somewhat taken aback, but again, he dismissed it. He’d met many girls who acted that way to him, mostly with nefarious purposes in mind. It sickened him to no end, how fake they were, how hard they tried to gain his favor. He couldn’t believe that Malleus had considered them as his suitors too.
But you were different, he could tell. Your actions were too genuine, laughter too authentic, and smiles too sincere. And with that realization, a foreign feeling sprang like a blooming flower. It irked him; how his heart always skipped a beat whenever you were nearby, how his eyes always unconsciously searched for you in the crowd, and how he always felt like stammering whenever you talked to him. He hated himself for thinking about you, about your glowing face, about your endearing beams. It disturbed his flow of activities.
His jealousy was customary considering the nature of his father. It appeared whenever you talked with others for a bit too long, and in such cases, he’d wrap an arm around your waist and glare at them. He was trying to be civil considering his status as a prince, although he wanted nothing more than to lock you away from prying eyes. The lecture about impropriety from Lilia wasn’t worth it.
Lucien wouldn’t admit it, but he was protective of you; the same way a dragon would protect its riches. He was secretly worried that someone might take advantage of your sweet nature, and so, he demanded you to stay with him. His reasons were unclear, but his preference for you was clear. The guests were whispering among themselves, noting how odd it was to see him beside you instead of the queen. It was endearing in a way, how he’d try so hard to cover his intention behind his huffy demeanor. The faint blush on his cheeks betrayed his feelings, though.
Once he was sure of his feelings, and after many threats to Lilia for constantly teasing him, Lucien would propose to you. He already got too many warnings and gossips due to his tendency to whisk you away during parties, so he wanted to make things official. It killed two birds with one stone; both for deterring other men from having your hand in marriage, and also establishing your relationship.
Of course, he’d do it once he got the Queen’s permission, and after he was certain that you got along well with her. It was vital to him.
Lucien loved that you were still loyal to him despite his hot-and-cold treatment. He’d make an effort to be more patient with you, but he’d still slip up from time to time. His affection was awkward, yet endearing all the same. He liked to gift you things that reminded him of you, and no amount of money would deter him from buying it. He also wouldn’t hesitate to stain his hands for you, in fact, he considered it as the ultimate form of love. It made him feel useful despite its twisted gesture, though, he wouldn’t mind finding a less… bloody way to show his affection too. All for your sake.
My brain gave me the most epic chaos but like yo imagine Lucien and Victor fighting over Fiancee like usual but then, but then MC’s brother/Uncle Yuuken appears and in like less than a week Fiancee is head over heels for him and is even begging MC to help her cancel her engagement to Lucien and to give her her blessings so she can marry Yuuken 😂
Lololol, imagine Fiancee gushing about Yuuken during her tea party with Victor and Lucien. Like “Yuuken-sama is so handsome! He’s tall, muscly, and can do sword fighting! Kyaa~ ❤” While Lucien already broke his second cup with his bare hand and Victor already planned some intricate murder-slash-accident plan for Yuuken. God forbid if Yuuken was there too. Victor and Lucien might come to an understanding for once and plan an assassination together, before fighting for Fiancee again after Yuuken had successfully gotten rid of.
Okay im sorry i cant help it but im really curious, how would the Luciens react if MC dissolved his engagement with Fiancee? We already know he won’t accept it if Fiancee herself dissolved it, and I don’t think he would accept Malleus dissolving it since he was the one who arranged it in the first place, but if it was his dear mother who did it? Well then. How’d he react?
Ohoh, that’s interesting 😏
I think Lucien would try hard to beg for her not to dissolve the engagement, sprinkle some manipulation here and there. He’d promise to do ‘better’, to change, and to love Fiancee as he should be. He’d even convince her that Fiancee was better off with him, bc what were the chances of her having a good life if not with him? Other men would only hurt her, and Lucien - with cheeks blushing heavily and stammered a lot - cared too much about her to let her go. It was during these moments where MC was reminded of how much he resembled Mal more than it should be, and it elicited a dull pain deep inside her chest.
If MC rejected his plea, I imagine he’d sulk a little before concocting a plan to manipulate the entire situation. Maybe Fiancee suddenly got hurt, or held ransom, and he’d save her. Thus, painting himself as a savior. Or maybe nobody wanted to marry her due to unsavory rumors, whether true or not, and her family was forced to give him another proposal. Maybe he’d promise her family wealth and power if they demanded Fiancee to stay with him despite their broken engagement, so he could present the proof to MC later and hopefully change her mind. Lucien would still be slightly upset with MC, but with a sufficient evidence, surely she’d know that Fiancee still wanted to be with him, right? Surely, her heart would melt at the sight of blossoming love, even if it made him cringe to no end. Nobody should ever separate someone from their true love, after all.
If MC accepted his plea, he’d give her his brightest beam that held a flicker of deceit before skipping to Fiancee to mock her. Did she hear that? MC didn’t dissolve the engagement, so that meant Fiancee was his forever. So she better be good to him, or else, something unpleasant might happen to her family… or her. It wasn’t as if he enjoyed hurting her, aside from the constant push and pull. But because he was petty, he was willing to do anything to ensure she knew her place.
Honestly, Lucien didn’t really care if Fiancee loved him or not. As long as she did his orders with any complaints, he was content in leaving her to her device most of the time. After all, MC’s love was still his priority despite the lingering resentment if she dissolved the engagement. Really, he was generous like that, but Fiancee would get burned out real fast from his hot and cold treatment.
I really can imagine Lilia visiting Crowley’s office on MC’s last year to discuss (read: order or intimidate) Crowley handing MC over and to stop searching for a way to get her home. Not that Crowley would put much of a fight (not even if MC already asked for his protection on the matter), but he would at least try to defend her a little.
Better yet if Crowley has already found a way back to her home, and Lilia wants him to... make it disappear again. (I really just love Lilia being an enabler to Malleus’ love/obsession with MC)
We all love one (1) extremely doting bat father. It’d be very lucky if Crowley was still procrastinating on finding a way back to her world, otherwise, Lilia might have to break a mirror or two~
And, oh, this lazy old crow was defending the poor little prefect? How heartwarming. But what could a mere headmaster do against a former knight, hm? Especially one who was trusted to be Malleus Draconia’s caretaker. Nobody knew the true extent of Lilia’s power, but Crowley wasn’t a fool. Just with his smile alone, Crowley knew this harmless bat could easily snap his neck if he so wished, and he couldn’t risk losing his life, even if it meant betraying MC.
But, then again, Crowley had long betrayed her with his vagueness and excuses. Her encounter with Mal was just the final nail on the coffin.
You can ignore this i just wanted to share but like im imagining what would happen if in Lover!au Fiancee is in an extremely frustrated bad mood that when Lucien comes in to check on her she just hugs him and starts ranting about courtiers who were patronizing as she’s trying to implement her plans for a state project but they’re being like “its okay sweetie you dont need to think so hard u just need to stand beside the prince and look pretty” and its been a week and she’s so angry. I know like, the probable next thing to happen is Lucien asking for their names and “straightening” them out (or killing them, who knows) but lol just like- the only time Fiancee forgetting her fear of Lucien is when she is so pissed from dealing with the damn sexism of the court XD
Lucien would be so stiff, it was like hugging a board. But Fiancee was too upset to notice, or care. She was just happy to have someone to hug and ramble to. It was extremely unusual for them both; for Fiancee to approach him instead of avoiding him, and for Lucien to very hesitantly accept her affection instead of shooing her. He wasn’t adept in the art of gentle consolation, what’s with him awkwardly and robotically patting her trembling back, but it seemed that Fiancee was okay with it. She kept ranting about those aggravating courtiers whilst sitting on his lap, something that she wouldn’t have dared to do and he wouldn’t have allowed her to do usually. Lucien noted every name that left her lips, and if she somehow avoided naming them during her frustration, he’d prod her as gentle as he could, as soft as his extremely limited patience could tolerate.
Honestly, Lucien didn’t really need to do that. He could easily ask around. He just wanted to know if she’d be fully honest with him.
She was his fiancee, after all. He deserved to know everything that happened to her, even if he acted as if MC was above her. Which was true, to some extent.
But this wasn’t about MC. This was about her, his fiancee. A girl who somehow managed to worm her way into his heart despite her bothersome attitude. A girl who had proven his statement that only MC was the most important woman in his life wrong. And he’d be damned if he let her upset for too long. It was bad enough that he only heard about the news now.
And when she grabbed his hand to prevent him from leaving her to do his ‘task’, Lucien wondered if this was what his father felt around MC. The annoying way in which his heart beat faster almost instantly, the way he melted at the sight of her bashful face, and the way his breath hitched on his throat. Briefly, he wondered if MC ever acted bashful around Mal, before shaking his head. Lucien huffed, remembering that he needed to maintain his facade as a sullen prince, and chided her for being clingy. And yet, he still sat down, anyway, and put a hand on her head as a poor attempt of comfort. He decided that his effort wasn’t so pathetic, after all, when she smiled faintly and buried her face on his chest.
He only prayed that she didn’t hear his heart thumping erratically.
There it was, another bag of mora on the table. Your table.
You stared at it as you slowly ate your dinner, as if it’d grow a mouth and tell you where the hell did it come from. The first time it’d happened, you were so shocked you’d dropped your groceries and broken the eggs inside. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be angry at your negligence as you carefully touched the bag with dilated eyes, wondering if exhaustion was finally catching up to you until you were hallucinating something. Because there was just no way you’d find a large bag of mora in your house, right?
And, yes, it was real, as much as you wanted to pretend otherwise. The bag sat on the table for Archons know how long, and continued to sit there for days. You didn’t dare to touch it, to pull the string and peeked inside, in fear of the temptation, of the whispers in your ears that told you to just take it. It wasn’t as if anyone would notice, right? But you would, oh, your conscience would. And it’d bother you forever, berating you for taking someone’s money despite it being in your table, in your own house. Many times your fingers had reached out, to poke the little gold mountain that piled up just inside the beige bag, but you didn’t dare. You were a coward, and it was better that way. Ignorance was truly a bliss in some cases, and this was one of it.
You resolved to ignore it, at least, until you knew what to do with it. Maybe you could donate it to some charities or beggars on the streets. That way, the owner, if there was one, couldn’t complain to you.
But then, the second bag came. Still on the dining table, sitting innocently as if it wasn’t the weirdest and most out of place thing in your apartment. You could’ve sworn you’d locked the windows and door before you went to work, and a quick check on the doorframe revealed nothing particularly noteworthy. It’d never truly occurred to you that someone had been intruding on your privacy, because your belongings remained on their respective places and you didn’t remember ever losing something, until this bag appeared.
Regardless, you were unnerved, and would like for this insanity to stop. You didn’t know where did those bags come from, or why they were in the first place, but you wanted to go back to your old life. It wasn’t as if you truly struggled financially. As long as you were being frugal, you could live off of your salary just fine. This apartment was the cheapest you could afford, in exchange of security. But, so far, you hadn’t experienced any real disturbance except that money and the occasional noises from your noisy neighbors.
And because you didn’t know who the sender was, unless you sent the bags to the police for finger print check, you decided to write them a letter instead.
It was the riskiest method you could think of, what’s with you essentially invited the intruder back to your home, but it wasn’t as if the police or the landlord would believe you, anyway. They needed proof, and as much as you understood their reasoning, it didn’t alleviate the situation in the slightest. You didn’t need skeptical looks or empty reassurances from them. You needed a closure, and, if possible, a discovery to their true identity. Whether they slunk inside your apartment alone or together with their partner in crime, or sent someone else to do it. And, most of all, why they did that. You didn’t know anyone who was so generous as to give money to random people for free.
You kept your letter short and concise, containing only ‘please stop giving me money’ and threatened to report them to the authority if they continued. Putting the pen down, you frowned and peered around. Now where should you put the letter? In the hallway, where the intruder most likely entered? It was highly impossible for them to came through the window, since you lived on the third floor. Unless they wanted to cripple their legs, that is. Then again, why did they bother to go so far? Did they want your attention? Or… your fear?
Shaking your head, you decided to leave the paper on the dining table. The culprit didn’t steal anything from your apartment, right? Then, it was safe to say that they were only here to give the mora. After that, they probably disappeared as soon as they appeared… or they stalked around.
No, focus! You hit your head. You didn’t have anything particularly scandalous here, so there was nothing to fear about. You were just an ordinary person living in an ordinary apartment and working an ordinary job. There was nothing suspicious of you, and you were hardly rich enough until they wanted to steal from you. Well, unless they wanted to take the expensive scented candles that you bought as a gift for yourself in the bathroom.
Writing a huge, bolded ‘To The Intruder’ on the front paper, you folded it neatly and stood up from the dining chair. You’d been staring at the money bags and contemplating a recourse until you didn’t realize that the clock had struck twelve in the morning. Yawning, you lazily combed through your disheveled hair and lumbered into your room.
Hopefully, you’d get your answer tomorrow. Depending on the answer, you’d either stay but change the lock, or reluctantly move out. Though, you doubted the upgrade would do much against them. Clearly, they were a skilled one, even if you’d never met them personally. And, frankly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to. What if they were someone you knew? How would you confront them?
Releasing another long, drawn-out yawn, you plopped down on the bed and sighed. You decided that you’d handle this problem tomorrow. For now, you just needed to sleep and pretend there wasn’t someone stalking your every move…
The reply didn’t come after you woke up, but it appeared once you returned home from work. Opening the letter in a cold anticipation, you read the content as if they were ancient writing.
‘Oh, what a shame.’
… That was it? You frowned and flipped the paper, trying to find another answer only to see none. Admittedly, you’d expected a more… detailed response. Maybe a question about why you refused their gift and such. It was underwhelming, and quite frankly, disappointing. And yet, you couldn’t stop your mind from growing wary again. What did that answer even mean?
You knew you were probably overthinking things, digging for something that never existed. But at this rate, you couldn’t be so sure. That sentence, those four words jumbled together into a string of apathy, managed to stun you like the first time you’d found the money in your home. You didn’t know whether you should crumple the paper and call it a day, or respond. Certainly, this was all too suspicious. Why did they back down so easily? But, then again, you should be grateful, right? That way, you didn’t have to move to a pricier and safer apartment. You could consider this as a case closed and move on. Life wouldn’t wait for you to stop being paranoid, after all. It was both cruel and relieving.
Huffing, you slammed the letter on the table and threw yourself to the couch. You were so, so tired. Why did life have to be so complicated? Didn’t fate give you enough curveballs already? First, the money, and now, this. This stupid, brief reply. Normally, you could care less about brevity – you’d prefer it, even – but this was different. This person had entered your home without a permission, and now, they had the guts to leave you hanging with just four, nonchalant words. This was infinitely worse than someone leaving you on read.
As if life hadn’t tortured you enough, your landlord had suddenly raised the rent. Not only that, you were fired from your job for unknown reasons. Both your landlord and ex boss refused to tell you why, seemingly content with leaving you suffering at the hands of fate. Someone had spilled their coffee on your crispy blouse on your way back too, but you couldn’t even summon the energy to tell them off.
You were simply tired, and you wanted nothing more than to sleep your pain away.
Closing the door with more force than necessary, you trudged into the living room and sat on the couch. The bags sat patiently on the dining table as they always were, waiting for you to take a single coin. And then, more, and more, and more, until you were nothing but a poor woman you’d always been.
… But, surely, the owner wouldn’t mind if you took a few coins, right? They did give you, after all.
Once again, you shook the trap away. No, you were stronger than that. You should never rely on a mysterious benefactor for your financial support. It’d only hurt you in the end, and money was the most dangerous thing of all. With just a few coins, you could buy anything you wanted, and you feared the day you grew greedy and lost all dignity for the sake of material things and superficial pride.
But, Archons, it was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation. Everyone rejected your job proposal and the landlord was growing impatient with your tardiness. Your food stock had dwindled and your stomach had been growling a lot lately. You were as poor as you could be, and it never felt so mortifying, until you stumbled upon your rich – if not the richest – friend one day.
You looked up, discerning the dull yet penetrating eyes of Childe. His tall stature loomed over you like a persisting cloud, but it was a pleasant cover from the raging sun of summer.
“Hey,” you murmured, waving your hand listlessly. You glanced behind him, and it occurred to you that you’d wandered to the Northland Bank territory in your daze. No wonder you encountered him here.
Childe frowned at your lethargy. “Are you okay? You look tired.”
“I am.” You emphasized it with a yawn, but then, your stomach growled, ruining the effect. You blushed when he rose an eyebrow. “Sorry, I need to go home soon.”
A gloved hand shot forward and snatched your wrist before you could turn around.
“Wait, let me treat you to dinner.”
Now, it was your turn to raise an eyebrow.
“What? It’s been a long time since we met each other. I miss you, girlie.” He proceeded to intertwine your fingers together while he put his other hand on your lower back, urging you forward. “Besides, work has been boring as hell. I need a break too.”
You frowned wistfully at the mention of work. What was boring for one person was pleasant to another, especially when it gave you a huge salary. You’d know, because he always treated you and bought you anything that you stared at for a bit too long. And yet, his money never ran out. It was both amazing and concerning, how he was so cavalier with his resources, while you always struggled to maintain them for at least the next month. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel slightly envious too, but you refused to ruin your friendship over a petty feeling.
Childe ended up bringing you to Liuli Pavilion. How he could easily snag himself a spot without having to wait for three months like many others was beyond you, but you supposed it was another power that money had. You’d complained that you needed to change your clothes first due to the coffee stain on your blouse, but he’d merely chuckled and lent you his jacket instead. Luckily, he wore another shirt underneath, albeit thinner and almost transparent. And, honestly, you couldn’t say that you regretted it. The grey jacket smelled like him, and it took every ounce of your strength not to bury yourself and sniff like a wild dog.
“So, are you going to tell me what happened or should I guess?” he inquired from his spot in front of you.
“Guess.” you muttered, slicing the expensive meat that you wouldn’t have had the pleasure of eating had it wasn’t due to his bottomless wallet.
“You lost your job.”
You grimaced, almost dropping your knife. Leave it to Childe to be scarily blunt yet eerily charming.
“How did you know?”
“Well,” He examined your appearance, face unreadable despite his judging eyes. “for one, you never went home around this hour. And then, there’s that stain. You’d freak out if you were still working, because you’re a professional like that, but you didn’t.”
You weren’t sure whether you should take the compliment or his observation instead. But then, you backtracked, your back straightening to attention almost immediately.
“How did you know that I never went home around this hour?”
Childe said nothing for a moment, merely staring at your slightly narrowed eyes. His eyes were always strangely hollow, for someone so young, and you’d never felt the full impact of his dead stare until now. You shifted a little on your chair.
“You told me, remember?”
You frowned. “No, I didn’t.”
At least, that was what you remembered.
“Nah, you just forgot, that’s all.” He leaned back against the chair, waving his hand dismissively. “Are you searching for a new job now?”
You nodded wearily.
“Yeah, but everyone has been rejecting me so far.” You heaved a sigh, already losing the appetite to finish your meal. “It’s like… every job vacancy is full now. Not to mention, my landlord has raised the rent for some reason.”
Childe hummed, staring down at you apologetically. “That sucks.”
“You could always work for me, you know?”
You would’ve choked on your food had you were eating. “W-what? No, I can’t do that.”
“Well, I…” Yeah, why not? You didn’t understand it yourself, but you never really felt comfortable around him. Sure, he was friendly and generous, almost inhumanly so, but he just seemed… off to you, somehow. It was like he knew more than he let on, like he knew something about you. You wouldn’t have cared much about it had your nerves weren’t so tense from the whole money ordeal. “I just… don’t really like working in a bank.”
“Then, take a loan or something. You must be quite in a pinch right now, yeah?”
You tittered, sipping your tea with a faintly trembling hand. You didn’t know why he was so insistent on having you get involved with his bank, but you decided to give him the benefits of the doubt. He’d been nothing but kind to you so far. “I don’t think I can afford drowning in debt. Besides, I’m not desperate enough for a loan. I’m sure I can search for more jobs.”
It was a lie, but he didn’t need to know it.
“True.” Childe hummed, tracing circles on the table with his gloved finger while his other hand propped his cheek lazily. “After all, all debts must be paid accordingly. If not with money, then with… other things.”
Childe looked up, blue eyes piercing through his messy orange bangs. And somehow, you thought it was a warning to you.
A warning for what, though? You didn’t know. Everyone knew that debts had to be paid one way or another, and it wasn’t as if you were planning on selling your soul to him, no matter how kind he was. There was a limit on how much you could give him.
You feigned a smile and raised the glass to hide your discomfort. Childe simpered and raised his own glass in return, eyes still fixated on you.
You decided to use the money to pay for your rent.
You reasoned that it was okay, since you didn’t use it for frivolous things like clothes and such. You also used it to buy some groceries, happy that you could finally buy some pricy ingredients. And you were right, the mora was enough to cover your basic necessities plus rent, with so much left in the bags. It still made you feel a little bad for taking without permission, but you resolved to return it as soon as you got a stable job.
You wondered if that mysterious benefactor knew you finally accepted their ‘gift’. They probably did, you just didn’t know it. Yet.
Well, whatever. At least, you were able to eat something scrumptious without having to worry about mora for once.
After dinner, you went to the alleyway to throw the trash. It was eerily quiet at night, but nothing you could handle. Your apartment might lack the security, but the neighborhood was relatively safe. You glanced up and squinted, thinking that you saw something fluttering around the corner. You decided to shrug it off. It was probably your imagination.
A gloved hand clasped your mouth when you turned around. Panicked, you desperately clawed the offending appendage before it could fully block your oxygen supply. The unmistakable red scarf swaying beside you momentarily stunned you, and it was enough for the perpetrator to push you against the wall.
“Hey, girlie~ We meet again, don’t we?”
You looked up through your lashes, your voice went muffled against his leather glove. Why was he keeping you like this? What did you do?! “C-Childe?”
“That’s me.” he chirped, closing his eyes in a painfully fake smile. “Do you miss me? It’s been a long time since we saw each other, don’t you think?”
It was a lie. You’d just seen him around a week ago, but you suspected being sassy would only lead you nowhere.
“It’s a shame, really, that I have to collect your debt instead. And here I was planning on taking you out to another dinner tonight.”
You frowned, and luckily, Childe had already released his clamp on your mouth and gripped your arms above your head instead. “Debt? What debt?”
He pouted. “Surely you don’t forget something so important that easily, do you, [Name]? How could you pay your rent and buy some groceries if it weren’t for my money, hm?”
You froze, feeling your soul left along with the night wind. “W-what?”
“You heard me.” Childe leaned down, and you’d never felt a breath colder than his. Briefly, you wondered if all Snezhnayans were this frigid. “You’ve been using my money all this time, so it’s only fair if I take something of yours too.”
“B-but I…” What should you say? Was it even wise for you to justify yourself? He already knew about your predicament, so any reason would only sound like an excuse now. “But I promised myself that I’ll return the money once I get a stable job!”
“When?” Childe leaned even closer until he was mere centimeters from your ear. “Until you get your first paycheck? Until you can buy your own grocery? Until you pay your rent?”
You merely trembled in his hold.
“Come on now, [Name]. We all know that you can barely afford anything without my money, and besides, I know that you’ve been frugal with your finance too. But here’s the thing: a debt is still a debt, and I don’t like letting a client runs away without paying.” Childe stared at you for a moment, letting the words sink in. Then, he raised a hand and caressed your sweaty forehead. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna ask for your money or anything. I just want your compliance, that’s all, as a reward for not forgetting your place.”
He cocked his head, the orange bangs falling sideways, almost covering his unblinking eyes.
“How is it? Easy, no? You just have to be mine, and I’ll buy you anything you want and need. You won’t have to suffer anymore, or taking an useless job.” Slowly, he smirked. “Heh, who am I kidding? It’s not like you have any other choice, anyway. Either you follow me, or you rot in the streets. You choose.”
I’m the same way when I see someone sad, but I recommend just asking if they want a hug, be left alone or buy McDonald’s if they want. In the end everybody’s different and want to be console differently so if you feel lost just try asking if there’s something you can do to comfort them.
Thank you for the advice! I should definitely do that. It’s just that… I wish I could be more eloquent, you know? It’s so hard for me to verbally comfort someone. Ig that’s the reason why I envy my mom lol she easily sympathizes with someone and can talk for hours with that someone. My love language is acts of service so if I see a sad person I’ll try to do their tasks instead, or leaving them alone. But yeah, I should try to ask them first even if it really embarrasses me how incompetent I am when it comes to consolation.
I love it when most MCs I read can easily console a sad person and sympathize with them while I’m just “oh no person sad. What to do? Should I pat their back? Give them something warm to drink? Do their tasks? Should I hug them? Yes, hug is the best so I should hug them. The silence is getting awkward. Should I say something? But I’m scared that I might ruin the moment. What am I gonna say anyway? Don’t cry? What if they get angry instead? What if-” And end up hugging them while overthinking things.
#tri speaks #yes im not the best at comforting people #too much thinking and less feeling #not sure if i like it this way or not #so reading emphatetic and sympathetic mcs are kinda out of comfort zone for me
Lmao seeing how the Luciens react, could you pretty please write a little for whats each Lucien thinks of the others and their treatment of Fiancee? (Also, just remembered that in the of ask SW!Au Fiancee is Victor’s and that might be the same for Concubine!Au, so SW!Luci and Concubine!Luci are probably like “...ah? There’s a world where Fiancee is mine and not Victor’s?” while Lover!Lucien is frothing at the mouth that there are worlds where FianceexVictor is not only canon, but she is super happy lmao)
Sure! As always, from the most feral to the least feral:
Lover! Lucien: I don’t care what anybody says, Fiancee is mine. The contract said so. I won’t let the incident with Mom and Father happens to my marriage, even if it means keeping Fiancee on a tight leash. She has to know that temptations exist in every form and direction, and I’ll dispose of them all should they’re too stupid to heed the warnings. It’s a bit annoying how she keeps shaking and stammering, I can even feel her sweaty palms through her gloves. It’s not as if I’m going to hurt her… If she obeys me, that is. (Lol lover lulu is that guy to bring the best lawyers to win a petty case)
Canon! Lucien: Fiancee is annoying. Period. Father thinks she’s perfect for me, and yeah, I guess she’s… suitable. But still annoying. Sometimes she interrupts my time with Mom for some trivial matters. I’ve thoroughly lectured her that she should know the differences between important or unimportant things, and I’ve warned her repeatedly not to bother me and Mom. If she can do something alone, then she should do it alone. Also, what’s with her and that gecko bastard, anyway? Lilia said he’s her ex-suitor, but that doesn’t mean he can freely approach her without my permission. She’s my fiancee, not his. And why does she look so happy around him, anyway? Didn’t I give her enough freedom around the castle? I don’t like it. That gecko bastard is annoying too, especially when he starts smirking at me. I wonder if I can get rid of his family from the court, but Father will interrogate me later. Can’t I just get rid of whoever I wish? I’m the future king, they should respect me. And no, I still don’t care about Fiancee. I just don’t like it when people touch my belongings, like any other people. Yeah. Also, I wish Lilia would just stop teasing me about ‘my blooming feelings’ before I seal his mouth forever.
Second wife! Lucien: Fiancee is so cute! I like her. She gets along with Mom and my sisters too, and that’s a plus. It’s a shame that she’s betrothed to Victor. She spends more time consoling him lately. Big Sis said that they all used to hang out together - Big Sister, Sis, and Fiancee - until I came to the castle and 'changed’ everything, that is. That makes me feel a little bad. If she were mine, we’d drink tea more often. I hope Father will betroth me to a girl like her. Getting along with Mom is the number one factor in my eyes. Sincerely, of course. Otherwise, I’ll have to either reject her, or ask my sisters to… teach her. Intensely. I can’t have my future wife be at odds with Mom, even if that means changing her.
Concubine! Lucien: I’m worried about Fiancee sometimes. Does Victor treat her right? They seem to be formal around each other, then again, it might be just them being royalty and they need to maintain their reputations. I hope he treats her properly. Fiancee is probably my only friend in here and… *cough* I might like her. Okay, I like her. A lot. Mom keeps teasing me about it, but I just can’t help it. She’s really nice, and beautiful too. Victor really is lucky to have her. I hope he’ll be less… unpleasant too, with her influence. And I hope my future fiancee is just as kind as her. Mom needs someone to console her, someone at the same gender. That might make her even more comfortable in this castle.
Big Sister: Renata
#tri speaks #meanwhile lover lulu is like *intelligible scratching and growling noises* when fiancee became Victor's #and canon lulu be like i need to do my plan faster and then kill them all NOW