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a memory is being recorded… hold on… ✨

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐔

neuvillette x gn! reader

synopsis || as the spring nears its peak, neuvilette is once again coddled by the melusine to take a break from his work. little does he know that this break would land him in inazuma… but for what reason?

disclaimer // might be ooc— first time writing for neuvi.

word count :: 2.5k words

spring— the time of year in which the flowers bloom back, the grass turns green, and the weather briskly warms as the colder days of winter slowly come to an end. fontaine is beautiful during all times— seasons irrelevant. the icy lakes are prefect for ice skating, the trees are at their most vibrant during autumn. but one thing is for sure… neuvillette is about to witness something he’s surprisingly never seen before.

in late march, spreading out into may, inazuma has a floral celebration dubbed hanami, in which the cherry blossoms bloom. starting in the southern regions of the island, and blooming northbound, the trees are a sight to behold. during this time, inazuma becomes a popular tourist attraction as the peaceful nature of the said cherry blossoms is quite the peaceful experience. the people of inazuma gather in parks underneath the trees, accompanying the blossoms’ petals as some shed when they bloom, flowing delicately in the wind as the parks’ visitors enjoy small snacks with tea, card games, and overall, a tranquil time viewing the cherry blossoms.

and you always make time to visit inazuma during this part of the year. you’re making your way to a park with a blanket and a basket in tow, along with your floating friend, paimon, who’s just as eager as you, yet with a slight sarcastic edge. floating beside you however, they smile playfully. “paimon never understands why you come here every year— we’ve seen the flowers dozens of times.” they would say in their high pitched voice. you would turn to them and smile. “i know. but i never grow tired of it, no matter how many times i celebrate.” “oh well…” paimon sighs as you make your way to a park.

this park was right by yoimiya’s firework shack, about half a mile or so away. it was a little hilly, nothing to worry about though, the uneven terrain is nothing to you. you set your stuff down and settle into your spot, which you had previously designated, away from the crowds of people that would eventually form later on in the afternoon. prepping your basket next to you, you feel a set of eyes on you that aren’t paimon’s. a feeling of unease settles into your chest… and then it goes away. nevertheless, you look around, and over to your right, not so far away, you see a man with long, silvery shiny white hair and delicate cerulean feather like horns that fall down behind him. you knew that color scheme from anywhere. he probably saw you and his eyes lingered for a bit too long.

“monsieur neuvillette? he’s here?!” paimon shouted, quite surprised. upon hearing his name, he looked towards you and paimon, before you blinked and smacked them on their small shoulder with your two fingers. he flashed you a small smile, covering it up with the back of his hand. a flash of pink spread across your cheeks— not out of fluster, rather slight embarrassment. “go say hi, go say hi!” paimon would pester as they would push at your back to try and get you up on your feet. you would grow even more embarrassed at this, and reject their words, “paimon, no—“

“go say hi to him!”

“no, stop that crap!”

“oh come on, traveler! get your butt up there and talk to him!”

“I don’t wanna! stop it, paimon I swear to the archons—“

“you scaredy cat! you scaredy scaredy cat! paimon knows you like him!”

“no— no i don’t paimon, what the hell???”

neuvillette spectates this scene before him of you trying to push paimon away, despite their restless pestering, and finds slight amusement in it. he chuckles to himself, stifling his sounds with the back of his hand and a closed mouth. it may not seem like it but sometimes, he’s actually happy to see you. the poor guy just doesn’t know how to go about showing it at times. his formal rigidness takes grip of his rare social interactions as he prefers to be alone, but… he can’t help himself. he removes his hand from his mouth and takes in a breath, calming himself and bringing his calm composure back to the forefront.

“traveler,” you hear his crisp voice being carried by the spring wind. all commotion comes to a swift halt as he speaks, as if to quell the chaos. he is the ludex, after all— one that is tasked to keep order and justice. almost like a title that follows him everywhere he goes, the air of him being strict, yet merciful and calm— elegant… beautiful… you slowly blush in your thoughts, as his voice takes your brain and wraps it up in a pretty, light glaucous ribbon. you see his mouth move, and you hear him, but you don’t process him.

“traveler,” he calls out about two more times before he sighs to himself and walks towards you, abandoning his space on the ground. he snaps his fingers in front of your face as he tip toes behind you. this makes you jump and fall back, to which neuvillette catches you before your back hits his feet. helping you to a stand, he kind of dusts your shoulders a bit with a meek little smile plastered on your face.

“Are you alright? You seemed to space out for a second, I thought you had been seeing something.” Quickly blinking, you stuttered over your own breath, making you sputter out a throat clearing cough or two. paimon playfully pushes at the back of your shoulder, wasting no time to push a response up out of your mouth, “i… i’m alright! yes… yes, I was just… surprised to see you here is all. i didn’t think you’d be interested in things like this.” he smiles a little, being slightly entertained by your nervousness. “Don’t you remember when I told you that I plan on traveling the world sometime?”

it took you a minute, but you did remember that. he did tell you that once. you felt like an idiot— a bumbling, babbling, idiot. you knocked on your head softly. “Yeah— duh, i remember… haha..” you let out another nervous giggle, feeling your cheeks warm up as he steps in front of you. out of instinct, you step toward him as paimon floats in back. “would you like to walk with me a bit? i admit, it would be nice to catch up with you.” you looked back at paimon, who giggled a bit behind their tiny hands. pouting at them, you gave them a bit of a playful glare, but you were interrupted when they turned you back around. “of course, monsuier neuvillette! they would love to join you for a walk! don’t worry, traveler— you can trust me to guard our little space while you are away!”

you hesitated and tried to speak, but every time you would, paimon would be there to cut you off at every syllable, gently pushing you along with neuvillette as he walked with you. “don’t you fret, traveler, you go and have fun!~ go have fun!!~” the little floater chirped happily as they shoved you away finally, and you looked at neuvillette, which he simply smiled at you… a calm, gentle smile. you walked with him as you both wandered around through the empty part of the park that he put himself in, past his designated spot. there was a river close to where he sat himself, a walkway with a bridge built above the water. the river’s path was surrounded on each side with cherry blossoms that were already in full bloom, harmonizing with the gentle breeze. you both walked the bridge, at first in silence.

“hey, neuvillette?” you finally spoke up against the wind that softly blew in your faces. he hummed, acknowledging you. his purplish, iridescent eyes looked beautiful in the soft light of the slowly setting sun— like a hazy purpley blue. they looked towards you, draconic slit the pupils a pure white within that beautiful sea of light plum iridescence. “other than your desire to travel, what brought you to inazuma?”

neuvillette stopped when you both were midway across the bridge and looked out to the river ahead of him. standing where you had stopped, your eyes followed his form as his body partially leaned against the frame of the bridge. his hair and skin glowed to what looked like a golden sheen when reflected by the gentle ripples of the water. “the melusines were trying to get me out again. they were saying something about a festival in inazuma, and they figured it would be a good time for me to ‘take a break,’ as they said.” you nodded, and walked over to his spot on the bridge, leaning next to him. he smiled down at the water that calmly babbled underneath the bridge, flowing and rippling up over the rocks. the wind had picked up for a brief moment, catching his hair and yours. cherry blossom petals started to shed from the trees surrounding the two of you, floating by delicately in the soft current of the breeze. it was truly a breathtaking sight— one that shouldn’t be wasted away. “it’s good to get away sometimes, you know? it’s never a good thing to remained cooped up with your work all day, every day. i understand you have a job to fulfill as the ludex of fontaine, but,” you stop yourself out of fear of overstepping. he looks at you with a blink of his dark, thick eyelashes, his lips gently parting. your eyes meet and you could feel your cheeks slowly glow into a dark crimson. my my, what to say now? swallow yourself— you’ll be okay. you clear your throat, stifling away your stammer, “but… it’s always good to… to step back… you know?” you asked him endearingly. he looked at you for a minute, sitting in silence. neuvillette has always had the flaw of not being able to properly read human emotion, as he is unfamiliar with the concept of humans to begin with. but, one thing is clear— he’s been around you long enough for him to be able to understand you.

and you know that well enough too, don’t you?

he held your tone in his head, slowly forming a small smile on his lips as he stood up straight, turning towards you and… patting your head. that’s what humans do right? to show their admiration? he let his gloved hand softly ruffle on the top of your head, before a few cherry blossom petals got stuck on the frame of your face. he blinked at this and went to straighten your hair back out, clearing it of the cherry blossom petals. you smiled cheekily at him, letting out a small laugh as his hand leaves your head. he returns your smile…

the air is getting sweet between the two of you, isn’t it?

“oh… i remember, i made you something as a thank you for your gift at the lantern rite.” you tugged at your messenger bag that you had been wearing, opening it and pulling out what looked to be an hour glass. each side of the our glass looked like an otter on each side holding the bottoms of the two glasses, and the glass on the bottom was filled with water with a slight blue tint to it with a hint of glitter to mimic how water glistens in the sun. you flipped it around a few time to show him, and then he slowly took it from you. looking at the hour glass, he smiled a bit. “did you make this?” you nodded, gripping at the strap of your bag that laid tenderly against your form.

“i made it to—“

“i apologize, i must interrupt,” neuvillette says softly, putting the hourglass in his pocket. that smile of his is truly infectious— a beauty with no flaws. you blinked as a few petals tangled themselves in his hair due to the wind making them collide with him. “I understand that, while i believe it may be customary, it is not necessary… you are enough for today, and i would like to remind you that i appreciate you, and all you have done.” you look at him with stars glittering in your eyes as your cheeks once again flush. a giddy smile messily plasters itself on your face as you take both of his hands in yours, a move that leaves the hydro dragon quite startled at the sudden action, yet it wasn’t unfavorable. it felt quite nice actually.

“thank you, traveler..” he clears his throat as his cheeks give off a pale flush. he’s not used to people being this close to him with the exception of furina, and even then he still didn’t like his bubble invaded, however this invasion didn’t leave him with a sense of discomfort, but a warm feeling… a nerve wracking feeling, like butterflies flying amok in a field, all up in his gut. autopilot took over your mind as you acted out of desire with no strings attached, getting up on your toes while using his hands for leverage, his arms stiff as you boost yourself up.

a kiss.

you kissed him— the hydro dragon.

he was shaken, sure, but he slowly returned it, caving in and holding you close. you used his coat for leverage as you attempted to keep yourself leveled with his towering height. his lips were cool to the touch, yet they were so soft and light, his touch airy and delicate, purity in his form. it was like magic, this moment. you pulled away after a short while, moving one of your hands to clear his silvery hair of the flower petals still tangled in. with a smile, you let out a calm exhale…

but… hey, was that the sound of a camera shuttle?

you turned to see your floating fairy friend holding your camera in their hands with a mischievous smirk, bouncing up and down in the air as they giggled to themselves as the photo they snapped slowly processed out of the camera. a little polaroid— one that seemed giant to them. you looked at paimon and your eyes widened. looking back at neuvillette, you saw him immediately pull away with a deep blush spreading across his cheeks like a tide, retaining his normal air of modesty. turning to the small, floating entity that was looking at the photo, paimon looked back at you and their eyes widened.

“oh… oh, you look angry…”

“if the archons can put the fear of celestia in you, so can i.”

there was a sudden pause, before you started to chase after paimon as they floated away quickly, polaroid still intact in their grip. amongst the cussing and the shouting and the teasing that erupted from you and paimon, slowly fading off into the distance, neuvillette watched you run off as he took the hourglass out of his pocket, shook it gently, and flipped it into his other hand, watching the glittery water fall into the bottom— trickling down like a tap. he smiled, and watched it, sighing through his nose as the petals blew around him. setting the hourglass down on the bridge’s arm, he leaned over closer to it.

maybe… getting out wasn’t so bad after all.

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here, we have a twisted wonderland commission. a special memory, one to remember. just for you. ❤️

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twisted wonderland matchups (SFW and NSFW.)

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tw // nsfw themes, rigging, mommy/daddy dynamic, voyeurism, subby brat bullshit.

SFW Portion

» idia shroud

so he heard from the grapevine that you wanna play d&d and he squealed. listen, your chaotic, creative energy literally makes him feel like he’s not the only crazy one. you both would get along so well that yall would be inseparable practically. he’s the type of bro to take your ocs and put them in the sims for you.

the fact that you are also willing to get buck so easily, you make for one of those bodyguards with scary dog privileges and he breathes that man, like woah. he appreciates you. he would definitely teach you how to play d&d, lol, wow, all those games, and he would definitely throw out a nat 20 roll if he could to try and go simp mode, because let’s be honest, he does simp. and when this poor soul simps, he simps hard. take a metal pipe and drop it on him, that’s basically the equivalent of how he feels. regardless his shy little ass would rather just not act up on it because he doesn’t wanna look weirder than he already is.

how you lot would hang would be so niche… like a totally individualist kinda vibe, like it’s yalls’ energies, just mingling with each other. parallel activities are very much appreciated to him, like if you’re reading a book while he’s gaming, that’s a good deal to him. he also doesn’t do well in terms of executive dysfunction, as per his younger brother. if you actually remind him that he has to take care of things, because let’s face it, this blue blur gets caught up in his games for the most part that he sometimes forgets what time it is, he’ll appreciate you even more, in his stuttering red face way of course.

but there have been times where he would have to try and shakily pull your reins back. one time you saw a wasp in his room, and then he heard and saw it while he was in the middle of a quick match, and oh lord, he lost his shit. in response you decided to take the nearest object, which was one of his microphones, and tried to throw it at the wasp. you didn’t succeed at this however because he caught wind of you trying to kill it with his mic, and he held you and started yelling, “yo bestie! fuckin chill out that’s a murder hornet!” you still ended up killing the hornet anyway for him. bro was rizzed.

you lot eventually get closer and when white day hits he decides to be mr smooth guy and tried to (very nervously,) invite you over to his dorm for a movie. of course he picked an anime movie and you lot would end up having sort of an cheesy moment where he would kinda confess to you after the movie ended, all bashful and shit. it would be such a cute little set of banter. At first,he would be just as equally nervous around you in a relationship as he was before when he was crushing hard for you. holding hands in public? that’s a post marital act, how dare you manhandle this poor man with your sinful actions?! idia is definitely more of an introverted closed off person, therefore PDA is a no go for him as he thinks it’s embarrassing. behind closed doors though, thats a different story. idia is a massive cuddlebug and likes to have you sit in his lap as he games out. your relationship with idia is none but wholesome, especially when others find out. he would get teased for finally having a partner, more so with other students of ignihyde, which he jokes to you about as you’re really the only person he can talk comfortably to besides his younger brother and those he games with. you both share a very close bond with one another– one that is damn near bedrock solid. its cute, really.

NSFW SECTION

»trey clover

now, i was actually debating on lilia and silver as well. but i was like… hm. trey definitely looks like a good choice here. if you didn’t go for the other three, being idia, or maybe lilia or silver, trey would have been who you went for. trey has the reins needed to pull you back as he’s more relaxed and level headed, and this in turn goes well with your… bratty tendencies… we all know trey dislikes conflict.

you’re the chaotic cat to his gentle big dog, basically. and oh, what a pairing this is.

i feel like trey would be the guy to insert a gentle sense of control— a soft dominant. with the air of a saint bernard, he’s careful with you with his words, his tone, his touches… but on the surface, that’s all he lets you know. key words being, on the surface.

you like ropes. and he likes control. with careful discussion beforehand, he’ll happily tie you down. hes not really into intricacies such as shibari or anything the like, as it’s too complex and busy for him, but it does look pretty. he’ll try shibari maybe a few times with you, but at the end of the day, trey definitely is a sucker for the simpler things. tying your hands behind your back, along with your forearms. handcuffs? maybe. if he’s too impatient for the ropes. they’re the fluffy ones though— he cares about your comfort.

if you wanna take the reins sometime, he’ll gladly let you… for a bit. have your luck with him— his name is clover after all. riding him slowly and tenderly, i get the feeling that trey is more so into intimate and slow love making than the rough act of sex, admiring the romantic aspect of it all. besides the rigging, if you want to introduce more kinks to the bedroom, he isn’t gonna oppose. he’ll try anything at least once, just for you.

he gets to know the mommy/daddy kink well but doesn’t go overboard with the whole idea of the kink where it goes into age play territory. trey gets off to it mainly for the moniker and strictly the moniker at first. eventually though he starts to explore the idea of being more of a caring dominant in conjunction with the daddy moniker, and shit… he’s figured out that he gets off to that so hard it hurts.

its a weekend and you’re out with the other heartslabyul students studying out or whatever, and you come back to trey’s part of the dorms to hear heavy breathing coming from trey’s bedroom. of course, your chaotic cat kicks in and you quietly open his door to see him masturbating to something on his computer. he was probably watching porn to learn more about how to please you better based off of the things you’ve already told him. the way he slowly stroked up and down his shaft, combined with the gentle squeezing he would have… it was enough to have your eyes glued to him. and the moment he saw you touching yourself to him, that’s when he would break. two things that could happen. he could hide it and he could grow heavily embarrassed, or he could break and discipline you for being a “peeping tom.” your voyeurism has gotten you your fair share of punishments from trey. and usually when he does punish you it’s filled with orgasm denial and the inability to touch until you’re crying and begging. (no. you have to be sincere. any mockery here is only gonna make it worse.)

aftercare with trey is fucking godly. he cares for your wellbeing after all and will coddle you, especially after a rough session. he’s the type of dude to go get you a light snack and some cranberry juice and cuddle you to sleep, praising you all the way down until you snooze. he’s attentive, and if you have any problems, he stops immediately without question. after all, even the most chaotic of souls also need care as well.

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so i had an idea way back when but i never executed it. now since lotusswan and longanswan are a thing now i can ☺️ this may become a series. let me know what you all think!

a memory is being recorded… hold on… ✨

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐖𝐄

longan dragon cookie vs. lotus dragon cookie

cw || longanswan and lotusswan ships

tw || toxic relationship mechanic, gaslighting, implied forced separation/character death, and overall longan being the sociopathic prick they were born to be

synopsis :: sugar swan is interjected into the harsh reality of two dragons— with longan’s everlasting dreams of “purifying the world,” and lotus trying to bring her some kind of solidarity, through through the means of doing the exact thing longan did to them.

word count :: 3.2k words

wing to wing, they danced around…

stamping their feet with a flumpy sound…

embracing treasure, as dragons ought…

this is the treasure they nightly thwart.

in the times of old, before the dark flour war, there was a young dragon, serpentine, and ruling of the many lotus flowers that grew from a mystical cave of light and purity. the dragon had a companion, hailing from the valley yonder, with hair as crème as her fellow lilies, eyes of red rubies, and a gentle smile akin to sunlight kissing cold skin.

however, the serpentine’s guardian heeded forth— hear their ring… “they are but a cookie. you are a dragon. that is an unfathomable relationship that no one would even muster.” the serpent pleaded with their guardian, each passing day and night they felt as though they were excused; it only pushed their fleeting love downward. they were hushed, yet vocal, they pushed on— their faith evergreen: “but… I love her, father.”

the guardian looked down upon their kin with a look of downcast, not feeling sorry, but rather pity. feeling as though their son was misguided somehow, they let out a disgruntled sigh, turned their back away, and left with their only parting words being:

“If you truly loved them, one must let them go.”

the dragon of the caves where the lotus flowers bloomed in the crystal waters never saw her again after that fateful meeting. they later spent their days not playing their beloved mandolin but mourning… suffering in the depths of loneliness and sorrow. the young serpent did not know of the perversions that their guardian had in store for them. to be true, one could say that the poor serpent had… witnessed too much— learned too much too early. was taught things that young children should never witness… but, alas…

little do the dragons know, however, that… children are quite adaptive, and remember more than their parents tend to believe.

Perceptive, we.

flash forward to days of recent, where the cave is just as prosperous as it was in the older days. the sky illuminates the inside however as erosion has plagued the stone above. the now mighty dragon, once a childish snake now a grand serpent, even though they very much preferred the indoors and the comfort of their palace, couldn’t help but not pass the beauty of the day. a stroll was in order. hydrangea cookie, their beloved attendant, brimmed and beamed with delight at the great serpent's decision, quickly retrieving their favorite umbrella. heading up to the surface they were greeted with a gentle gust of wind and the everlasting glow of the sun. slithering onward into the valley as green as emeralds, onto a nice path, lotus holds their umbrella that graciously shields them from the cruel rays of the sunlight above. a gentle smile they wore, they cascaded down into a garden.

a garden of lilies.

this was her home. lotus looked about the garden in the lushness of the valley that extended downward into a gorgeous forest. they looked at a singular flower that grew on a part of the terrain that had risen. a vibrant white lily… having been blessed with rain, its dewdrops made it as though it was glistening with glitter. lotus slowly made their way towards the singular flower, crouching down to look at it more closely. they smiled at the flower through dimly lit turquoise eyes, and an old wound reopened in the pit of their stomach. hydrangea cookie walked up to them slowly, looking down at their crouched form. she noticed that they started to lightly quiver the longer they stayed in that position. “hydrangea,” the serpent suddenly spoke, their voice cold and creaky, almost sounding like they were going to cry, but were holding themselves back with everything they had, “hydrangea, i want this flower.” the attendant next to them nodded, and immediately bent down to pick the lily from the ground but was suddenly stopped by one of lotus’s rushed hands. hydrangea looked up at lotus with a hint of worry.

“what’s wrong?” she asked softly. their brows furrowed as they looked solemnly at the flower below them. “be gentle— matter of fact, let me.” they croaked as they pushed hydrangea’s hand to the side. they then carefully took the bottom of the stem of the lily and gently pulled it upward at the root, releasing it from the ground. with the lily now in lotus’s hand, they extend upward and gaze at the valley around them, being flooded with a garden of extravagant white lilies. carefully circling on the path, their attendant moves over to the side to not trip over Lotus’s tail. “hydrangea, close that thought…” they started, hushed as they spoke as the valley of white lilies clouded their vision. Slowly coming to a stop, they turn to hydrangea cookie and pull her in closer to them at their side, gesturing them to look out at the valley. “i want all of these. i want them to be planted at the palace. t hey shall be pieces of memorabilia.” lotus then began to slither away from hydrangea only to turn back to her from a small distance away.

“we shall gather the rest of the attendants here tomorrow morning to uproot all of these lilies, and i personally shall arrange a menagerie for them. a menagerie to commemorate the memory of the lilies.” hydrangea blinked a bit, surprised by her master’s sudden passion for the lilies in the valley. there was a lot that their attendant knew about their beloved master, however, there was still a lot to uncover, as lotus primarily keeps to themselves a lot of the time. She knew not to question lotus or their motives, but the curiosity was killing her. She felt like she had to indulge.

“may I ask why, great dragon?” taking a leap of faith by asking them the question, they expected them to be bothered with her, but instead, after lotus had reopened their eyes, they gave hydrangea a kind, small smile. “you know I like flowers.” they responded, before deciding to circle back around. “now, come. I have plans tonight and I have not the time to waste.” hydrangea only nodded as she hurried towards lotus’s side once more, to stroll with them back to the palace where they would repose for the rest of the day. but, as lotus said, they did have special plans reserved for the night ahead. the attendants rested to sleep for the night, but lotus’s nighttime activities, on the contrary, are unknown to them all. whatever lotus does in the night is… not very well known to a lot of attendants besides hydrangea cookie, who often stays up until lotus dragon retires. But, up in the dragon's chambers lies not just the air of fragrant lotuses—fresh and clean, but the sweet aroma of sugar and vanilla, all accompanied by a pinkish-fuchsia glow.

soft pink feathers accompanying her lilac hair, shine and straight as it died down to a sister’s sunset. a fair smile graced her lips as her velvet purple eyes remained closed when she drank her tea. a gown made of the finest fabrics— those of cream and royal blue, embroidered with the finest gold. she was the epitome of beauty, even in the olden days she was known to be pure, full of good faith, and glorious to all who gazed upon her… or, she seemed that way, at the very least.

sugar swan, a woman of the arts, was known as a woman who ruled over a sugary paradise. little did she know that she would also be feared— in the days of old, the all-powerful longan dragon stood frequently by her side as they watched her rule over her kingdom of the isles. longan dragon was, and still is, her polar opposite, though it is true to say that in their case, opposites do attract. But, what was she doing at the lotus palace, of all places? a lot of lotus’s attendants wondered the same as well, as they don’t haven’t been expecting company as of late, but they have been told to greet her with kindness and warmth whenever she visits, no matter how late or early she may be.

she sets her small jade tea glass back down on the grainy wooden table underneath her, her graceful smile still ever present, decorated by a light sheen of the tea she drank and the gloss that adorned her blushed lips.

“do you not recognize the fault in your ways?”

sugar swan urged as she walked along with longan dragon in their palace, trying to stop them from ignoring her. she needed them to hear her, to listen to her for once. she quickly paced in front of them, their gentle hands meeting the dragon’s silken robes. “my dear, you misunderstand them, please..! …please, even if you wish not to, please listen to me.” longan looked down at the sweet swan, an indifferent look decorating their grey face, golden eyes agleam. she has their attention now.

“you’re misunderstanding the point of the cookies— their existence is not pointless, great dragon. evolution seeks to create life, and that life i wish to protect. i wish for you to spare them.” her voice was soft yet stern, and her hands pushed softly on their chest, beckoning them to stay as they pushed against her. their eyebrows softly furrowed, clearly displeased with sugar swan and their attempt to stop their plans. although they have vastly contrasting views, they’re still together, even if it means they have to borderline hate each other. “sugar swan, you are not listening yet again to the atrocities you spit,” they started, putting a rough clawed hand to her shoulder, “these crunchy beings are destructive. they will destroy the world i have watched for centuries. the world my sons and daughter have had the glory of aiding in flourishing. all was right. and it needs to stay that way.”

moving sugar swan gently out of their way, they slowly pace, their shoes gently clacking with the marble quartz floors of their palace, full reflections bouncing off of its surface. the golden glimmer of the palace walls, the trimming, it was all an illusion of what longan was— grand, strong, all-powerful, and beautiful. they surely seemed that way to many…

wrong, they were.

“that. that, my treasure… is how order is achieved.”

walking up to sugar swan once more, they took their hand and took her by the jaw. their harsh, golden eyes that were sleep deprived, sunken in yet glorious, they looked— bore into hers made of amethyst. her hand met their wrist, as she tried to convince him otherwise with no words. “my treasure, you know that I am doing you a favor,” longan dragon spoke softly, like the very first demon that beckoned the pure, “the favor of restoring order for you. you need not worry about lifting a finger— one is ready to assist you in any way possible, you know that.” “and your way of ‘restoring order’ is by means of causing chaos to the cookies..? by taking what was graciously handed to them away?! you want to cause mass genocide just to fulfill your selfish wishes, how dare you!”

“I AM NOT A MURDERER.”

the sudden tonal shift that longan exhibited caused the woman before them to jolt suddenly, looking into his blazed golden slits, once subdued by a blackened abyss that surrounded them. putting a gentle hand on their wrist, she started to urge them, borderline pleading with them. the palace seemed to start to tremble as a bolt of lightning could be heard from outside, striking the waters below. “…my dear, i… i’m sorry—“ “i will never expect you to understand, i won’t make you understand. but you will come to understand me.” longan blurted, cutting sugar swan off,

“and I never go back on my word.” longan crept onto sugar swan, causing her to slowly recoil backward as longan walked forward. she eventually bumped into a column that longan pinned her to, raising both of her wrists to the cold quartz surface, their leg prying in between her own as they looked at her with eyes of cruel certainty, as though they were telling her to wake up— to walk with them rather than away from them. they leaned down and whispered in her ear,

“you have told me you would live for me, yes?”

her head swiveled over to the side as she then felt their hand at her throat, gently gracing her skin with sharp nails that could at any moment, spill her beloved blood on his floors. she let out a huddled breath and put a hand to their chest, slightly frightened by the psychosis longan dragon exhibited. she knew that they were trying to manipulate her using their relationship as a crutch, but it was just easier to make them think she was complying than to face their heated anger, coated in a borderline bipolar shell.

“of course…”

she would reply. longan removed their hand from their throat and delivered a sweet kiss to the shell of her ear, moving their hand to her hips and pushing them further up their thigh still, pushing her closer to them on the column. their breath was hot against her skin which only made her quiver. licking up her neck, they replied against her skin,

“would you die for me?”

slowly swiveling her head back around, she looked straight ahead as the dragon that suffocated her sense of space stood before her, their head craning into their neck delivering soft yet sharp peppers of kisses as their teeth collided with the flesh of her neck and shoulder, gently coaxing her with sweet, affirming actions that were but of mockery. her eyes darted to them, her teeth gritted inside her mouth as a bead of sweat lingered and gathered on her temple, her soft lilac hair glistening in the golden lights of the palace— something of a ruse to cover the doubt and uncertainty that she had stowed away within her conscience. her hand softly slid down their chest, following to their own. looking back down at her and removing themselves from the crook of her neck, she responded, quietly…

“yes.”

longan looked down at sugar swan, now with a small smile as they raised a hand to her delicate cheek, cupping it gently. giving it a pat, they then move away from the column, relinquishing them of the right of her bubble. stepping back from her did she step forward, putting a hand to her chest to clear her throat. she looked at them as they walked to their right, looking back at her with a soft smile, something that was rare to see on them.

“then, if that was the case, i do believe that you would make an effort to understand the paramount of this venture and the good it would cause.”

they walked from her, a twisted look on her face. she also had walked away from the column, distraught with her own conflicting emotions about longan, why oh why were they like this? playing the pied pipers in their shared chambers, she sat on her side of the bed, tears in her eyes.

Just like now.

Back in the now.

“is there something the matter, dear sugar swan?” lotus craned forward, setting their jade cup down, and noticed the singular tear in her mauve eyes. seeing this they took a gentle finger and set it to her eyes, wiping away those tears that threatened to fall down her face. “pretty bird, don’t cry,” lotus charmed as their hand slowly lowered from sugar swan’s cheek, “whatever brings you discomfort, my dear?” sugar swan looked up at the dragon in front of her that was lotus dragon— longan’s third son and the second youngest among the draconic brood. their pale eyelashes softly blinked as their hua dian shone in the dull purple light. she couldn’t help but see longan in lotus. but they already knew that. lotus has always strived to be the opposite of their father, while still being cunning in their own light. with a psychopathic charm did Lotus garner, a sweet air and a merciful smile. they looked at sugar swan longingly as they intentionally made a quick choice to absorb rather than just listen like they usually did with the cookies of the paradise. after all, sugar swan wasn’t like the other cookies— she was a creature like them.

“lotus dragon, i know you know your father better than i. why do they do the things they do?” she asked painfully. her eyebrows were furrowed with confusion and doubt as her voice cracked. lotus closed their turquoise eyes, similar to longan’s with the back sea— a glowing blue diamond in the rough. opening them back up after a moment of thought, they spoke, a velvet, yet smooth and calm voice filling the air. “longan is a strange man. i can tell that they have hurt you,” they spoke softly, going to cup one of sugar swan’s cheeks in their hand. she took the top of their hand in the palm of hers as she cut him off.

“but why?—“

“longan is very arrogant and closed-minded in their beliefs. it does not surprise me in the slightest that they would have these expectations of you to help them carry out their new world design. however, that isn’t like you. you are the life to their death, and they cannot seem to realize, my dear bird, that what they see in you is flawed.” lotus then stood up from their coiled sitting position, slithering around their dimly lit chambers, almost tracing their tea table in a circle. sugar swan looked around as they perused her, looking at them as they calmly slithered around. stopping right behind her, they leaned forward, putting both of their hands on the bottom of her jaw, cupping her face, and holding it forward.

“what they see is not what they see— they see not but a marxist dream that has a crude foundation, only one you can demolish.” surely, lotus dragon knew what they were talking about. When longan betrayed lotus that very fateful day, they made sure to send a clear message, and even though it seemed not to dispel the ivory dragon, it did bring peace to the lotus paradise, despite it costing a hellish, flooded, storm-ridden hellscape. sugar swan realized this from the tales, the stories she had heard from wind archer about a so-called “day of reckoning.”

the same touch lotus had was just as featherlight as the one that longan possessed, and upon this realization, sugar swan quivered in fear, yet with a hint of realization. the only difference in this; what lotus was explaining to her… longan was indeed very subdued by their own psychosis, knee-deep in a senseless delusion that marks a vision of self-serving utopia, all for what? all for their plan to turn to damnation as evolution naturally takes its course? for sure, longan would end up swiping sugar swan in a loop, a never-ending dramatic loop that would ultimately lock her up in a gilded, golden cage with no key and no lock. life needs death to thrive, but luck is but a factor that is gambled.

“do you understand?”

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nihimni caesura is making a comeback! i miss him so so so much so i wanna revive him by giving him a fabulous makeover. this means new lore, new info, new design, everything is new and sparkly and oh so delightful!

keep an eye out for his charming incubus as he makes his way back on the scene! i made a little redesign of him using two picrews by iwose, which you can find both on their picrew page. planning on drawing him soon since it’s been a long time since i have 🥀❤️

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Hey! Can I please request some Espio the chameleon x reader headcanons? Any type is fine <3 Tysm!!

sure thing! it’s gonna be my first time writing for espío, so just be patient… matter of fact this is my first time writing for sonic/co in general 😌 kinda made general headcanons for this.

creating new memory… just a moment… ✨

𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍

espio the chameleon x gn!reader — general headcanons!

espio is very closed off— not mean closed off, he just doesn’t really like getting close to people. you can say espio is an introvert, and while working with the others of the chaotix is enough to highlight his day, he prefers the quiet times, ones filled with peace where he can just sit and be.

as a newbie that gets into the chaotix, espio intrigued you from the start and you made a goal to try and befriend him. though, espio may see this and go, hmm…. this is odd.

cautious yet curious, he doesn’t seem you at all threat yet, but he likes to keep all newbies close as to keep an eye on them. this also goes for you. he doesn’t like traitors and doesn’t do well with betrayal or being lied to, as honesty is a principle he follows religiously.

it takes him the longest to figure you out and if you were to try and step out of line he would be quick to correct you.

one day you approach him and give him flowers, and ask him to be your friend. you think he’s so cool and, it would be so cool of you to befriend this dude. he’s just so happenin. and he just sits there with warmed cheeks and accepts your gift of friendship. either this, or he’ll let you off slowly and ask you to allow him to think. you might think he’s being too serious, but he’s simply very much work oriented and would most likely prefer to keep things professional between the two of you as to not cause disruption.

as your “friendship” grows however you get to see more of his self absorbency show through missions— how he’s prideful and how he obtains pleasure through the thrill of the heat of a situation, all the while still being crucially agile and level headed. this only made your admiration grow, making you think, where can I get confidence like that?

the same would go for espio seeing you in combat alongside him and vector. you would often learn from him and that would set him up a little, seeing as though you were taking his influence. sometimes however this isn’t exactly a good thing because he himself knows he can be rather impulsive, but it’s usually out of his strong sense of duty and passion for justice keeping, and that same passion he likes to see in you.

when he felt as though he was ready to cement your friendship, one morning you would wake up, get ready and be ready to head out the door only to find some flowers laying on the ground, with a little note.

“sincerely, espio.”

you would take the flowers in your hands and hug them, feeling accepted by the chameleon at long last.

friendship with espio is very calm and reserved— a very relaxed and smooth pace kinda journey but still worth it. espio likes to watch movies with you during your time off and he also likes to take walks. you both go out to different parks sometimes just to roam around, maybe get something to drink or a bite to eat and just talk to each other. the little things mean a lot to espio and he’s not hard to please.

he’s not a touchy feely kinda guy though, so he gets stuff if you try to hug him, touch him, attempt to cuddle him, etc. not that he doesn’t like it it’s just that he doesn’t exactly know how to respond, but he accepts it anyway.

overall, pretty good boy in terms of friendship and commitment. if you were in trouble, he’d come in a heart beat. he would expect you to do the same despite his ego flare. he’s too proud to admit he needs help.

he’d be the type of person to ask you for help in a text, then unsend it, then send it again, then unsend it, then send it again. poor guy.

i imagine that espio can cook decent food, that being used a bit loosely since he prefers to cook when vector and charmy are gone. this leaves him with no interruptions. asian cuisine is his specialty and if you have any recipes for him and or if you wanna cook dinner with him for the team, be his guest. he doesn’t mind, just as long as you help clean.

other than that he just orders takeout because vector bombards him.

you dear to yourself. (and so does he,) that he’s the only member of the chaotix with a decent head in his shoulders. (because that’s true anyway lol.)

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helo. im one they call 🍂 and id like to. make a request. i hope ur doing okay (*＞∇＜)ﾉ ur free to write this or not

i would like to request an angst w/ a good ending type of thing if its okay. a platonic f!reader&heartslabyul (seperately. if its limited to one character, you can go with riddle) headcanon that has the following plot;

mc is a pessimistic person, a very tired, overworked one. all they want is a bit of peace and quiet, but they care about the heartslabyul gang very much. they have kind of become a mom/older sister to the group (kinda like trey). anyway, one day the gang realizes that mc seems more irritable than usual which results in them making a snide remark/get in an arguement about the guy's flaws (like how riddle hurt many pre-overblot, how ace runs his mouth at the worst times, how deuce is not the brightest around, cater being addicted to his little social media sites, and trey ignoring the problems regarding riddle because he didnt want conflict, etc etc) that would hurt them.

they kind of ghosting everyone for a couple of days to calm down, and then they awkwardly come back with a box of sweets (that they managed to purchase by scraping by lmao, girlie's poor as hell...) to apologize, and eat them over tea! mc apologizes directly and wants to make up for their words, but they are not the best at speaking their mind.

ive seen countless fics where the main cast gets to be the agressive and sad, sopping wet cats, and reader comforting them. ngl, i wanted to write a piece where MC is the "sad little pathetic shrimp" but i just didnt have the time. anyway, i hope you like this prompt

oh my god I love this prompt! the mc is definitely the therapist of the group and I can imagine this happening… I restricted it down to just riddle given how detailed this prompt was, the rest of the dorm is self explanatory.☺️/pos (and thank you for your kind words! I hope you’re having a good day/night!)

generating new memory… please, one moment… ✨

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!

Heartslabyul x f!reader — headcanons!

sypnopsis: mc has had enough of the anal shenanigans after a near traumatic event, and she lashes back out at riddle, who is left bewildered and heated at the event.

light tw // domestic conflict, implied traumatic event

riddle rosehearts

riddle is just anal and sometimes he comes off as bossy and or ungrateful. that’s not really his intention however. that’s just an act of conditioning he’s been through.

so when he sees that you’re overwhelmed, at first he blind sighted to it. riddle isn’t great per se at emotions— let alone the ones of other people.

he gets on you for being late to class one day and it all piles up. You’re in a dorm full of boys— what girl wouldn’t have enough? at the time it was little around the time in which riddle overblotted, and he just went on with daily life like none of that ever happened.

he fucking hurt your ass. quite frankly that was the first (of many) overblots you’ll have to go through, and that’s how you’re gonna handle it? hell no, especially after the fact that you had to play superwoman to get the goons out of a near death situation.

before this, you had gotten into tiffs with the redhead on numerous occasions, trying to ground him down. never really did it work though as he was always stuck in his perfectionist ways. and you hated that about him because his mannerisms reflected into you.

he expected you to be able to carry yourself in a manner that would suit him. he expected you to dress a certain way. he expected you to follow his orders, his rules, his ultimatum. that you couldn’t stand any longer.

when he got on you for being tardy, the melting pot overflowed… and it wasn’t pretty either. let’s say you were in pain, in addition to your mental health plummeting due to not really having anyone to talk to, and then when mother nature calls upon you for your monthly drain you must attend.

you shouldn’t mess with the wrath of a woman on her period. this, riddle learned the hard way… with you.

“riddle… i swear… on god’s green earth, if you don’t shut the hell up… i’m fucking TRYING. I’M TRYING! FUCK YOU, YOU UPTIGHT PIECE OF SHIT, GO ON SOMEWHERE!”

and then the fire brewed. and then it exploded. (quite literally.) it would be hellish screaming match between you two, despite riddle claiming he is above such things. he really isn’t, he’s got a temper that’s about as fagile as glass. (no, it’s not microwave safe.)

after your blow up with riddle, you both proceed to give each other the silent treatment for the better part of a month. during this time you find comfort in your other classmates, spending time with other students outside of heartsllabyul, namely vil and rook, just for a boost of female empowerment.

and while riddle was contemplating all the bullshit that went down between the two of you, he began to feel a little bit of guilt. mattered if fact, both of you did. you shouldn’t have been so aggressive and he shouldn’t have been so… well, himself.

before class one day you enter your lab room to see a small box at your seat with a little note attached to it.

it was from riddle— a little chocolate potion bottle with those biscuits— the exact ones from the disney movie. little did he know, you happened to pop by sam’s shop to get him some mini fruit tarts and snuck into his class early to put them on his desk. you ate his little gift up, in a little bit of worry. would he accept that?

at the end of the day though, you had to return to heartslabyul to see him. and what a surprise, he wanted to talk to you.

call it him playing kiss ass— no, he’s not. he’s sorry. to be true, he should be more careful and more intuitive as a dorm lead to ensure the comfort of his students, and he does understand that sometimes he can come off as overbearing or, dare i say dictatorial. it’s really not meant to cause harm. it has a lot to do with his upbringing.

and you were sorry too. and you both hugged it out. every couple has their tiffs, right? just something he’s gonna have to work on.

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