#MidCin OCs | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

maladaptivedaydreamsx · 17 days

Text

I reserve the right to refuse any request that I do not personally feel comfortable writing, or that does not follow the rules below. Unless otherwise specified, there is no guarantee for deadlines (ie: 2-5 business days) for posting. By submitting a request, you agree that you have read and will abide by the guidelines, otherwise your request shall not be published. (Tldr; Please read the rules or no fic for you.)

‣ When requesting, please send in: what character you'd like to request for, what genre, and which prompt or what plot/theme you'd like. For stories, please only send in one character. For headcannons, please send no more than 3. (Can pick from different games for same hc req.)

‣ I write for: Ikemen series (presently: Revolution, Sengoku, Vampire, Prince & Villain), Tears of Themis, Obey Me!, & Twisted Wonderland (sfw only for everyone, with the exceptions of: Leona, Malleus, Lilia & Crewel). Though I have some knowledge of others like MidCin, What in hell is bad, Code Realize, MLQC, etc., I do not currently confident writing or accepting requests for those at this time.

‣ May request sfw or nsfw; fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort, headcannons, alphabets, prompts*, things of that nature.

*Please source your prompt reference (if applicable), so that I may know what the number/letter pertains to!

‣ I will only take nsfw requests for adult aged characters (18+, preferably 20+ tbh) and adult in appearance (so no smut for characters who look like kids, even if they're like 1,000 years old).

‣ Will write for: threesomes/throuples (no relatives involved), orgies, bdsm (dom/sub etc.), pet play, breeding, oc/mc insert, wlw, gender neutral aka GN (please specify when requesting), pet names, femdom, dom!reader, sub!character, and other things I may not yet have listed above.

‣ Will not write for: watersports/scat, inc*est, r*pe/non-con, SA, drugs, dead dove, unaliving, dubcon, manipulation (into relations), and potentially others I've yet to list here.

‣ Requests pertaining to pregnancy are allowed, but depending on the request, may not be guaranteed.

‣ Most of my work will be fem!reader/afab, as is the nature of most of the MC's in these games, but I try to keep my headcannons or sfw works GN (unless otherwise specified). Please let me know regarding things like pronouns for oc's!

‣ It is unlikey I will be taking ship requests (say, writing for Raycelot or Chevbert), but I may write some headcannons if you have something you'd like to send in. I primarily focus on reader/mc x fic style. May take some OC requests, but will require some information for said OC in order to do so.

‣ Mdni* with any smut/adult content (and preferably, not with my blog in general)! Those found guilty of this will be blocked on sight. You have been warned. (*Minors, do not interact.)

© All works on this blog are works written by and belonging to myself, Aerin (aka maladaptivedaydreamsx aka foreverxdaydreaming). Unlawful redistribution is not allowed without express permission. Copyright under fair use. All works are okay to reblog, unless otherwise specified. Minors do NOT interact with nsfw content (and preferably my blog, as it is 18+ due to the nature of these games/posts).

Translations okay so long as they are reblogged from the original work! :)

© All characters, art, and media depicted belong to their rightful owners, I claim solely my own writing, and potentially some of the edits/headers created for my works. Full credit goes to Cybird, Shall We Date, Voltage, Hoyoverse, so on and so forth.

Any content on this blog and any of my other blogs is NOT okay to be used for the sake of A.I. training, feeding chatbots, or the like.

1 note · View note

beechoux · 6 months

Text

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ABOUT ME ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Hi! I'm Beechoux (Bee) | 20+ | She/her Hobbyist artist - Original characters, fanart & yumejoshi (Canon x OC) ✨

🎨 Commission: Under construction 🥞 My other SNSs: https://opl.to/beechoux

🎡 Fandom: - Genshin Impact - Honkai Star Rail - Cybird Ikemen Series (MidCin, IkeSen, IkeVamp, Ouji, Villain) - Stardew Valley

⛔ Please do not re-upload my art pieces without my permission ⛔ No NFT, AI

Thank you for your visit 💖

1 note · View note

crystalrainwish · 2 years

Photo

I recently commissioned mangagirl_1700 on Ko-Fi to draw my Midnight Cinderella OC, Serene.

#crystal's ocs #crystal's commissions #cybird #cybird otome #midnight cinderella #midcin #midcin oc #midnight cinderella oc #90s anime style #90s aesthetic #princess #black girl magic #flowers #roses #castle #hearts #aesthetic #manga_girl1700

39 notes · View notes

ana-thedaydreamer · 2 years

Note

May I make a February request for Byron Wagner from MidCin with my OC, please? Thank you!! (for reference, this is us... done by Nae812, NaeArt)

Sending many love to you ❤️❤️❤️ I’m sorry that I’m super late for the art reqs 🥲

Here’s Byron with your lovely OC ❤️ I have changed the gown for her, I hope you love it 🥰

BG: Midnight Cinderella

#fanart #cybird ikemen #cybird #otome game #midcin #midnight cinderella #byron wagner #byron x oc

37 notes · View notes

themysteriouslou · 2 years

Text

Not me being self indulgent and making my otome MCs in picrew. Something light to lift up my mood, so:

First Row: Audrey Sinclair (MidCin) | Amane Katagiri (DtL)

Second Row: Asami Inoue (IkeSen) | Lena Nightingale (IkeRev)

Third Row: Manon Fujimura (IkeVamp) | Keira Rosales (IkePri)

Fourth Row: Nagisa Okamoto (Radiance, SLBP) | Enju Katō (Shadow, SLBP)

It has few options but! It gets the point—that's how my MCs look mostly.

#oc: audrey #oc: amane #oc: asami #oc: lena #oc: manon #oc: keira #oc: nagisa #oc: enju #media: otome/joseimuke #midcin #dtl #ikesen #ikerev #ikevamp #ikepri #slbp

21 notes · View notes

notjonahclemence · 2 years

Text

Okay, at the suggestion of a friend I’ve decided to post my Midnight Cinderella fanfiction here on tumblr as the MidCin ao3 is basically dead. A Sid x OC where the ‘princess’ of Wysteria is actually King Byron’s younger sister. Here’s chapter 1. If you decide to read it, I hope you like it! The first 3 chapters are here on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30807311/chapters/76048739

Chapter 1: Yours for the taking

“Calm down, it’s not that big a deal,” Gwendolyn Wagner said.

Nico looked as though he was about to explode and start crying all at once, “not that big a deal?! Gwendy this is bad.”

“Well we’ve dealt with bad before.”

“This is really bad.” Nico was tugging at the hems of his sleeves as he often did while agitated, and right now he was really agitated. “This is worse than anything else we’ve dealt with.”

Gwen snorted because this was categorically not worse than anything they’d dealt with. Still…

She touched Nico’s arm, “it’s fine, go back to work and pretend everything’s okay.”

“But what are we gonna do?!” Nico whisper-hissed.

Go back to work and pretend everything was fine?! Had she stuttered?!?! “Nico, think of this as a great opportunity.”

“-a great opportunity to get caught and executed-” he muttered and Gwen resisted the urge to laugh, that would only encourage him.

She smacked his arm instead, “a great opportunity to gather information!”

“And then get caught and executed.”

A second smack. “I’ll use this time to gather information. As their princess, Giles has to trust me now. When we think we’ve got enough, or if anyone starts getting suspicious, I’ll start pretending the pressure’s getting to me and we’ll run away. With any luck they’ll think I ran away because it was too much and you decided to come with me.”

“And what happens next time Wysteria and Stein have a diplomatic mission and they recognize you or me?” Nico asked suspiciously but at least he didn’t sound semi-hysterical anymore.

“What’re they gonna do about it?” Asked Gwen with the arrogance of a born princess.

Nico thought for a minute and then nodded, “okay, we’ll play it your way. In that case, I need to get back to work, good luck!”

Looking far more chipper, her brother’s left-hand man exited the room and Gwen continued down the hall alone with her thoughts.

Anxiously, she tugged on her own sleeves, a habit she had picked up from Nico, as she thought.

She’d acted flippant to reassure Nico but the truth was; she was pretty nervous too. I never should have left, she thought to herself and then grimaced, we never should have left.

Oh Albert’s gonna be so mad… Gwen hated it when Albert was mad at her and she’d really done it this time.

Or rather, Nico had ‘really done it’ and Gwen had… well…

She’d been in Stein just minding her own business (she had!!) when she’d caught Nico sneaking out in the middle of the damn night. After a slight amount of pressure, and perhaps a noogie or two, Gwen had gotten him to confess the reason for this. He and Albert had argued the previous day (surprise, surprise) and Albert had said something that upset Nico.

Try as she might, Gwen hadn’t been able to get Nico to tell her what exactly Albert had said but she was led to understand the word ‘useless’ might have been involved.

If there was one thing Nico hated it was any implication that he was a burden on King Byron. So instead of dealing with his emotions like an adult, Nico was sneaking out in the middle of the night to infiltrate the palace of Wysteria, their nearest neighbour, as a spy so he could feel useful.

In her defense, Gwen had tried to talk him out of it, she really had, even threatening to get the guards to drag him back. Unfortunately she knew by the time she came back with the guards Nico would be long gone, likewise, she couldn’t drag him back herself, the little bastard was faster than she was.

Even more unfortunately, Nico knew this too.

So Gwen had decided to go with him.

He’d tried to talk her out of that but Gwen was resolute, “when you go back, I’ll go back,” she promised.

She had honestly thought that would make Nico turn around, but it hadn’t. So they’d ended up in Wysteria.

Wysteria Palace, like any castle, constantly needed new workers so they had gotten jobs fairly easily, her as a chambermaid, him as a stable-hand and worked their way up until Nico was a trusted and respected attendant.

And Gwen?

Well she’d just been informed that she was now the Princess Select.

Gwen pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger and sighed. When the King of Wysteria needed an heir but had no children his adviser picked a commoner girl, well young woman really, to be trained as the next Princess and then eventually, Queen. Generally the new Princess would pick a Prince Consort from among the young noble men and the opposite was true, if the Queen needed an heir a commoner boy was picked. This kept both the common people and the nobility happy, giving both a voice.

It was a long-standing, if not exactly common, tradition in Wysteria and Gwen had known it was going on the same way she knew the sun was rising and setting. It happened, it just wasn’t something she paid a lot of attention to.

Big mistake that turned out to be.

Moving her hand from the bridge of her nose, she rubbed her brow. She was now the princess of Wysteria. Giles, the King’s current adviser, had picked her this morning and Gwen and Nico had been panicking ever since.

Giles would be so mad if he ever found out Gwen was actually the younger sister of King Byron of Stein!

This was a fine mess the two of them had gotten themselves into!

Gwen reached Giles’s door and knocked, there was the sound of muffled conversation on the other side.

She sighed again, maybe Nico was right, maybe they should just cut their losses and run now.

Word hadn’t gotten very far about the new Princess Select, Giles could probably do damage control and pick a new princess with fairly little hassle. They probably wouldn’t look too hard for her either.

Giles bade her entry and Gwen pushed the door open.

And almost walked right into the (strong, muscular) chest of the most handsome man she’d ever seen.

The stranger had been reaching to pull the door open for her when Gwen entered but after she let herself in he stepped back (shame) and smiled slowly at her.

Gwen smiled back, because really, who wouldn’t? Before turning to Giles.

“You wanted to see me?” She asked Giles, taking her eyes off the handsome new stranger, for a second anyway.

Giles could obviously see the looks Gwen and the stranger were giving each other but he chose not to say anything about it, instead he just made introductions.

“Princess this is Lloyd Gardner, son of the Archduke Gardner. Sid, this is our new princess Gwenyth Fowler.”

The man grimaced, “just call me Sid, everyone does,” he reached for her hand.

“Sid then, I’m Gwen,” yeah maybe using ‘Gwenyth’ instead of ‘Gwendolyn’ as her fake name was not the most inventive thing she could have come up with but it was better than nothing *cough, cough* Nico.

“Sid buys and sells information, there are certain sects of the populace that are not content with the Princess Selection and we want to nip any discontent in the bud,” began Giles.

“So if you feel something’s wrong, you just come to me. I’ll help you get it sorted,” finished Sid, giving her that slow smile again. He still hadn’t let go of Gwen’s hand.

Now, now, maybe she and Nico didn’t have to leave that quickly. Like Gwen had told Nico, this was a golden opportunity to collect information and if the source of that information happened to be smoking hot, who was Gwen to turn away that opportunity?

Yeah, they’d be in huge trouble if they were caught, Byron was probably worried sick and every second they stayed here increased their risk of being found but Sid was super fucking hot.

Gwen had her priorities.

“And what if I don’t feel something’s wrong?” She asked, fluttering her eyelashes ever-so-slightly.

Sid’s grin widened, “well you can always come to me anyway.”

“I feel better already,” said Gwen. She took her hand back but only because poor Giles was standing right there being forced to watch this, if he wasn’t she would have been happy to let Sid keep a hold of her hand for as long as he liked.

“Say, have you picked your prince consort yet, Princess?” Asked Sid almost casually.

Ah, right to the point. Excellent, Gwen didn’t have to spend time messing around.

Giles made a slight noise that Gwen didn’t think was encouraging. Actually, she was pretty sure Giles was shaking his head vehemently behind the other man’s back but she couldn’t see past Sid’s broad, muscular shoulders.

“Why? Was that an offer… because if so… maybe.”

Just as it was getting good, the voice of Leo Crawford, a bureaucrat from Wysteria, called Sid from down the hall. Sid stepped back from Gwen reluctantly.

“Sorry, duty calls but we’ll talk soon Princess.”

“Counting on it.”

After Sid bid Giles farewell and left to find Leo, Gwen raised an eyebrow at Giles.

“So? What’s his deal?”

“His ‘deal’ is a fiancee of six months,” said Giles and the smile vanished from Gwen’s face like magic.

Figures! Men could be handsome or decent, never both!

“Although I believe the engagement was against Sid’s wishes, he does not love Lady Elise.” Normally Giles wouldn’t air his friend’s dirty laundry like this but the look on the princess’s face was worrying him. He felt compelled to defend Sid, at least a little, he didn’t need the princess kicking Sid in the family jewels the next time they saw each other and calling him a cheater either. Besides, this wasn’t common knowledge but it was hardly a secret either.

Ah, Gwen nodded in understanding and slight sympathy. No, this was good actually, it couldn’t be anything serious for him, so she didn’t have to feel bad about leading him on.

Good for her, not good for him.

This was good, just a bit of harmless flirtation. With the guy most likely to find her out as a spy.

Nothing serious.

What could go wrong?

Things went well for Gwen after that, she breezed through her princess lessons, telling Giles, not totally untruthfully that she had been around enough noble women to pick things up, Nico only had a minor heart-attack the first time he saw her flirt with Sid, and Robert decided to keep his mouth shut.

Yeah, they were gonna have to have a conversation one day soon. But not today.

She only had one minor incident when, snooping around the castle in the middle of the night, she lost her shoe on the staircase as she ran to hide from the guards but they couldn’t prove anything so it was fine.

The more time Gwen spent with Sid, the more she liked him, he had more depth than she’d first expected and was a funny and interesting companion, he was smart and listened when she spoke and was game to go with her the one time she snuck out of the castle to meet an informant (and he knew the guy and helped Gwen ask her questions too). He even offered to take over that part of information-gathering for her so she didn’t need to sneak out at night. That was so sweet, Gwen hoped he never found out the real reason she wanted this information had nothing to do with protecting Wysteria.

He kissed her once too, that night they snuck out and two weeks later Gwen’s head was still spinning over that kiss.

Handsome, charming, a good kisser, smart… Too bad she couldn’t really be Wysteria’s (and Sids’s) princess.

So yeah, things were going pretty well… except…

“Good Gods, all you do is complain,” Gwen sighed, resting her elbow on her desk.

“Well I wouldn’t have to if you’d just listen the first hundred times I complained,” said Nico, hands also on her desk, staring her down, “you’re running off with Sid? Sid? Who in this castle is most likely to find us out, do you think?!”

Yeah, yeah, she knew, she knew. It was Robert. Obviously. But the second most likely person was Sid.

“Nico this is a golden opportunity we will never get again, if I don’t milk it for all it’s worth I’m gonna kick myself.” She picked up an Important Wysterian Document and studied it, “and if I do a teensy little bit of flirting too well, there are worse things.”

Throwing his hands up, physically and metaphorically, her closest friend shook his head, “we’re gonna get caught, we’re gonna get caught,” he sang under his breath, shaking his head like this hadn’t been his idea, “and I’m telling Albert you were flirting with Sid.”

Gwen couldn’t help but laugh, the oldest threat between them; telling Mummy she was doing something scandalous. “Don’t tell Albert,” she begged.

“Telling. Albert.”

After she promised they’d leave soon, Nico finally told her the reason he’d actually come to see her, Sid had invited her out riding with him that evening. Or maybe Giles had invited her out riding with Sid, that part was a little unclear. Either way.

Gwen smiled, yes, things were going very well.

“Well that’s what the Archduke says anyway,” Sid finished.

Lying on her back on a grassy knoll, staring up at the starry sky Sid’s deep, slow voice could lull Gwen to sleep if she wasn’t so focused on him.

“You call your father ‘the Archduke’?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, playing with a strand of her overlong hair. True, it was much nicer than the things Gwen called her father but it was a tad unusual.

“He’s not my father,” said Sid to her surprise, when Gwen raised both eyebrows this time, he elaborated. “When I was little my parents were banished from Wysteria. They had nothing and nowhere to go and didn’t want to bring their kid into that so they asked a good friend of theirs to adopt me. He did, made me his heir and gave me a new name. He’s been good to me, but he isn’t my father.” It was a little more complicated than that, but that was the gist of it.

“That’s why you don’t go by ‘Lloyd’,” said Gwen, understanding immediately, “‘Sid’s’ the name you were born with.”

“That, and ‘Lloyd’s’ a stupid name.”

Gwen choked on a laugh and Sid took the piece of hair she was playing with and wound it through his own fingers, “I don’t know why I told you that.” He admitted.

“Is it a secret?”

“Not really, just not something I talk about very often,” he tugged on the lock of hair, “you have very beautiful hair, princess.”

“I already know that but you can tell me any time you please,” said Gwen, shutting her eyes and it was Sid’s turn to cough out a surprised laugh.

Sid began to card his fingers through her long hair and Gwen didn’t think there was a woman alive who could resist that. She felt herself beginning to drift off and fought it, she needed to stay awake, and she wanted to talk with Sid some more.

Funny though, how she already trusted him enough to fall asleep in his presence.

Gwen shook herself, physically and mentally, flirting was fine, getting attached was not. For both of them. She’d do well to remember that the next time he kissed her.

Still, she didn’t remove his hand from her hair.

“Your turn,” said Sid.

“Hm?”

“Tell me a secret?”

Just one? But she had so many. Oh boy…

Gwen turned her head slightly to look at Sid, propped up on his elbow beside her.

She had lots of secrets and could tell him none of them. I think I could fall in love with you.

I really hope that I don’t.

“Hm? What was that?” Gwen turned right around, to look at Giles, there was nothing subtle about the way she’d jumped but Gwen was too surprised to care.

“Yes, it appears the old King of Stein is plotting a rebellion against his son who overthrew him a few years ago.” Said Giles, continuing off what he’d been saying.

Ah, so Giles had said what Gwen thought he had. Her heart hammered and she tugged at the end of her elbow-length glove. We knew this was going to happen, she thought, but for once in her life being right didn’t give Gwen any joy.

“What does that mean for us?” Asked Gwen absently, both Sid and Giles were looking at her funny and she didn’t blame them, considering she’d jumped about a foot in the air at the mention of her father. But still… they hadn’t even heard a hint of a whisper of this in Stein. As far as she knew, Byron was completely in the dark. And a lot of nobles in Wysteria didn’t like Stein; a big and militarily powerful neighbour that, while not aggressive, certainly wasn’t friendly. If they decided it was better for them that Stein was crushed under the rule of Gerald rather than allowed to flourish and threw their support behind him… Damn, Gwen hadn’t expected to have to fight both her father and Wysteria.

Giles was explaining how this would benefit and disadvantage Wysteria but Gwen wasn’t listening.

There was only one country she cared about, and it wasn’t Wysteria.

Later that day Gwen was pouring over a report when Nico knocked, “I’m sure you can guess who these are from,” he placed a pot of lush blue flowers on her desk.

Gwen perked up immediately, “Sid sent me flowers?!” Score. Maybe today wasn’t complete rubbish.

“Yeah, he said he ‘hopes you cheer up soon.’ What’s wrong?” Nico asked. Oh boy.

She told him what she’d overheard about her father, “Sid’s offered to look into it and he’s the best informant on the continent so I want to stay for that but we need to leave, and soon.”

Nico nodded, mouth tight. He’d only been sixteen when he’d helped lead Byron’s successful rebellion against his tyrant father. Nico had nearly died helping. Gwen wasn’t going to let that happen again. Ever.

Nico left and Gwen dropped her head down with a sigh, this was exhausting. She was going to be nicer to Byron when she got home, he ran their country and that was no walk in the park, it was the least she could do for him.

When Gwen’s head dropped down she nearly planted her face in the pot of flowers Sid had sent her. Their sweet smell surrounded her and a smile touched her mouth, maybe it was a small victory but Gwen would take her wins where she could get them.

The sound of Nico’s footsteps had barely faded away when there was a second knock at the door.

“Come in,” she called.

Robert Branche pushed the door open.

Gwen’s mouth went dry with nerves as she stared up at her old teacher. When he’d been barely more than a teen himself Robert had tutored Byron, Albert, Gwen and Nico. Everything Gwen had learned about forgiveness, about gentleness, about honour, had come from this man. And he did not look impressed with her right now.

Looks like it was time to have that conversation.

Gwen swallowed, “shut the door.” Robert did so.

“So,” he asked in a quiet tone, “are we finally going to talk about you and Nico committing international espionage Gwendolyn?”

Busted. “I guess we are, aren’t we?”

#MidCin #midcin sid #midnight cinderella #cybird #cybird series #midnight cinderella fanfiction #midcin sid x oc

3 notes · View notes

katriniac · 6 months

Note

Hi!! I hope the OC Questions are still up!

I wanted to know 4, 7, 16, 32 and E for Alyce!

Thank youuu

I did not notice I had any asks! I'm sorry for the wait, @itsmyara . Oh my gosh! Thanks for asking about Alyce. She's a warm, sunny, fun gal; I'm happy to talk about her at any time.

Here's a post I made about her bio:

4 - How easy is it to gain their trust?

She has a fairly open personality, so it's pretty easy to talk to her. However, she's not a door mat to be walked over, nor is she blindly innocent. She works in marketing and public relations, so she's used to people bullshitting her or trying to spin any conversation in their favor. Alyce herself is adept at navigating these conversations without growing jaded or annoyed. To her it's just ‘business’ and she knows it's not personal.

Building trust with her isn't that difficult; just be real and honest. Don't try to win her over with empty flattery, especially if it's about her looks (which she's very self-conscious about, and is immediately suspicious if someone compliments her appearance).

7 - What triggers nostalgia? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Having grown up on a sheep farm, she doesn't shy away from hard work. But now she has a desk job in the palace in the capitol of Rhodolite. So on the rare occasions when physical labor is needed, she enjoys the opportunity to use her muscles. Those moments are when good memories of the farm rise up.

The only unpleasant feelings of nostalgia are when she is given suggestions by nobility, ministers, or Prince Yves on how to make herself more ‘elegant’. That reminds her of her grandmother, who incessantly lectured Alyce about her weight, behavior, posture, appearance, and clothes.

16 - What makes their stomach turn?

Hearing nobility disregard the life of the commoners as if it was nothing. Seeing girls suffer under the stress of looking perfect at court by succumbing to an eating disorder.

As far as, like, creepy-crawlies or jump-scares? She's completely unafraid of things that would gross out most people. Dealing with births and deaths of livestock tend to keep you from being squeamish. She LOVES an adrenaline rush, so haunted houses and fast vehicles make her happy.

32 - What is their go-to story or joke in a conversation?

Alyce is a natural-born performer, so she has any number of jokes or anecdotes at the ready, depending on the company or situation. As a teenager she used to hang out at the theaters and socialize with traveling actors and musicians, and now as an adult she can be found at the rowdiest pubs. You can imagine the flavor of her humor, lol!

She's got a hilarious story about a circus performer trying to teach her how to juggle. And a sweet story about one of the farm-hands pretending to look for a lost sheep when he was actually out in the field practicing his marriage proposal speech. And she's got at least three ‘tasteful’ jokes about stuffy court ministers.

E - Would you get along with them? Would they get along with you?

Alyce has big ‘extrovert energy’, so I would have to take her in small doses. But I would absolutely love to hang out with her for a fun night at the club or karaoke. Or collaborate with her on a PR project. I would like to think she'd get along with me, but I'm the worst at gauging what people think of me 😅 She might think I'm boring.

A meme I made for Alyce 😆

Bonus Fun Fact:

This version of Alyce Gardner is based on my first ever Ikemen OC I created in 2017. It was for a role-play story with someone writing as Robert Branche from the Cybird game Midnight Cinderella. That story didn't go far, but I thoroughly enjoyed her backstory so much that I had to bring her out again eventually.

I ship her with Clavis because I think the two of them would have fun getting into shenanigans, and their romance would take a looooooong time to bloom because she'd never believe someone as gorgeous as him could be serious with his over-the-top declarations of love and flattery. So … yeah, she takes a while to be convinced.

The asks came from this post:

Please feel free to send me more asks from that list. I will try to be more vigilant in checking my account for asks.

7 notes · View notes

not-krys · 3 years

Text

Kissings (Houki, Ophelia, Thea, Maddie, Abby)

So, over on my ramblings twitter, I was posting responses to this meme about the ocs and their partners. As of this posting, I've only gotten as far as the 'who is the best kisser' question. I couldn't really answer the question as kissing can come in many forms and intensities, so I just decided to forego the decision of crowning the best kisser and decided to just write kissing scenes instead.

It also kinda works as a belated kiss day thing, so there's that too.

Regular warnings apply. This is raw and unedited, some stop unexpectedly, some are super short. They're wips for a reason, lol. Spoilers for Mitsunari's Dramatic Ending and for Vincent's Dramatic Ending as well (his section with Abby is angst but with a happy ending). Thea's section implies some spice, but I did keep it kinda vague as the original meme wanted to be sfw, so... up to you if you wanna see their late-night shenanigans as squeaky-clean or not

Also, my ramblings twitter, though it is small and slow to update sometimes, here it is.

---------

Houki & Mitsunari

Rain pounded relentlessly against the roof of their makeshift shelter: an abandoned home in the mountainside. Mitsunari lit a fire in the pit, giving them some much-needed light and warmth while Houki attended as best as she could to her twisted ankle with her limited vision. In the scuffle to get away from their pursuers and the literal storm that had originally brought her to Sengoku Era Japan, she had lost her glasses along the way and could barely see her own hand in front of her face, let alone her hurting ankle or Mitsunari's undoubtedly troubled face. She wished there was more she could have done to save herself, that Mitsunari didn't have to put himself in danger to save everyone. If she had been smarter, faster, anything that didn't have them in their current situation… She bit her lip, looking away from the lighted fire, shivering.

She then felt a light tap on her shoulder, and soon Mitsunari's soft smile took up her vision.

"The fire's warm now. I'll carry you over so you don't have to walk on your leg."

Before she could protest, with a soft grumble and a hiss of pain of his own, he lifted her up and carried her closer to the fire, sitting her comfortably in his lap.

"…I wouldn't have minded the floor."

"I know you wouldn't have," he replied, pulling her closer, "but, it's probably better that you can't see it right now."

"Besides, it'll be easier to keep warm if we hold each other like this. And you can see me better from this distance."

He was still mostly blurry to her, only barely able to make out his silvery hair in his face and his violet eyes in the low light, but she was relieved to see he was at least smiling. She leaned her head into his chest, surprised to feel his armor was gone from his chest. His hand then tangled itself in her hair, trying to straighten what he could with his fingers. He wished he could brush her hair with a soft brush or comb, but he made do with what he had.

"We'll search for the others at first light. The storm should be over by then as well."

She nodded, closing her eyes, trying her best to relax, but she found it hard to do with so much on her mind. Her lack of vision only served to dampen her mood further.

She soon felt the familiar tap on her shoulder, making her look up at her beloved. Mitsunari met her halfway, kissing her, lingering on her for a few moments. When he finally released her for air, he touched his nose to hers, making she could clearly see him.

"We will get through this. Together. It was painful enough, being parted from you. I refuse to make that error again."

-------------

Ophelia & Kennyo:

Ophelia loved giving cheek kisses to Kennyo when he least expected them. Whether it was on long walks together or if he's tired looking over reports. She would put her arms around him, giving him a long, soft kiss on his cheek, then she always laid her head on his back.

One late night, Kennyo was feeling cheeky and missing his lady, so he decided to try a little experiment, to see what would happen if Ophelia was the one being kissed instead.

Like clockwork, he heard the door open and close quietly, a hot steaming mug placed near his hand on his desk. Those familiar pale arms circled him, her chin resting there as she read over his shoulder. His hand touched hers as he sighed contently.

"I know," Kennyo said, "I'll join you soon."

She squeezed him once, her white hair falling from behind her ear as she leaned forward, intent on completing her nightly ritual.

What she didn't account for was Kennyo turning his head so the two could touch lips, surprising her.

----------

Thea & Theo & Arthur

Thea rarely had days she fell asleep and woke up alone anymore. Theo accompanied her at night when Arthur was up late writing, and her mornings usually found her tangled up in Arthur's arms, the scent of dried ink and stale coffee surrounding her rather than Theo's usual fancy cologne that helped her sleep.

This morning, however, was a rare celebration: Both Arthur and Theo cradled her against them, her long loose hair tickling both noses, much to Arthur's amusement and Theo's irritation. With a sigh, Theo brushed her hair out of her face, her freckled nose twitching and scrunching at the sensation. He then pulled her head towards him, kissing her slightly parted lips.

Arthur, never one to be outdone by anyone even if those ones were his lovers, gently tugged her hair from her neck and shoulder and trailed feather pecks down her ear and neck, earning a soft groan from the lady in front of him.

"You're both terrible, you know," she grumbled sleepily.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, darling." Arthur chuckled.

"It's your own fault, Hondje," Theo smirked, "thinking you could take both of us at once."

"It's too early for your mouth, Theo." Thea groaned again, Theo snickering at her.

------------

Maddie & Harr:

Harr stood stunned, blinking and looking down at Maddie, who was biting her lip and looking away in frustration. Silence slipped between the two of them as Harr took in what had just happened.

Maddie had been walking towards him as he had been finishing up dinner. He had been reaching for something on a high shelf when she had suddenly appeared in front of him. Her hands had been on his chest and she had stood as tall as her toes would allow her. Next thing he knew, he felt a small peck on his chin and the sound of Maddie's heels settling back onto the floor, along with a huffy breath of disappointment.

"Are… you all right?" Harr asked.

Maddie huffed again, her cheeks turning pink.

"I just… forgot how tall you are."

Harr blinked again as she pouted, her dark green bangs covering her eyes.

Finally, everything clicked into place and Harr smiled. He leaned in closer to her, tilted her chin up and kissed her.

----------

Abby and Vincent:

Abby's gaze was fixated on the medium-sized painting before her, the brushstrokes and familiar colors tickling her memories. It looked so much like something Vincent would create, a still life with sunflowers, with a background she could easily identify as his room in Comte's mansion. Her heart ached, her memories now just that, never to see her new friends or lover again. Steeling herself against the tears that threatened to fall, she moved onto the next painting in the gallery, her breath catching in her throat once more.

It was a portrait of a young woman with short blonde hair and dark brown eyes, just like hers. The picture was far more beautiful than she was, but she couldn't deny the resemblance was uncanny. The familiar brushwork and colors were the same from the previous painting, the gentle hands of a master painter giving life to the subject.

Her heart stung, feeling the tears welling up again. It couldn't have been Vincent who had painted these, there was no way.

And yet, all of his telltale marks and style were there in that portrait. As if he was blatantly asking for her to see him, calling out to her, screaming for her even.

But, he was in another time now, another world away. One that was out of her reach now.

No, she wasn't going to cry. She had come here to enjoy a day at the local art gallery. Old memories weren't going to bring her down today.

Yet, she couldn't stop the single tear that slid down her cheek.

Suddenly, there was a gasp behind her. She sniffed, wiped her tear away and turned around, an apology and a reassurance on her tongue ready for when she spoke to the stranger behind her that had almost caught her crying.

Then, she met those familiar blue eyes framed by a halo of messy blond hair. The same ruddy cheeks that glowed in sunlight, the same laugh lines around his mouth, the same lanky frame she had been almost too familiar with, every fiber of her being was screaming at her that it was Vincent standing before her.

Every fiber, except her head. It… wasn't possible, was it? Were her eyes playing tricks on her? Had her mind finally snapped in grief?

The growing relief in his eyes told her otherwise.

"…Abby."

He only said one word, but it was enough for her dams to break loose, tears streaming freely as she ran towards him. He sprinted towards her as well, scooping her into his arms and squeezed her so tight, she didn't know if he was breaking her apart with his bare hands, or holding the both of them together by sheer force of will. He dried her tears and left small kisses all over her heated face while she did the same, saying his name over and over again like a mantra. When both were out of breath, he held her against his heart and rubbed her back.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikesen oc #ikevamp oc #ikerev oc #houki of jiyel #ophelia of revaire #dorothea reid (oc)#madeline fleming (oc)#abigail von ikevamp #since she doesn't have an official last name yet #that'll be her tag for now #lol #Houki's and Thea's stories I had to get a kiss prompt list because I didn't have any ideas for kiss scenes for them #meanwhile Maddie's was inspired by an event in MidCin where MC tried to surprise kiss Byron but only got as high as his chin #because he's so tall and she couldn't quite reach his mouth #I laughed for a good solid five minutes after that scene #I mean relateable problem but it was just so fucking funny #I don't even remember why it was *that* funny #poor MC and her short person problems haha #her and Maddie for having too tol of boyfriends they wanna kiss but cant because they're too tol

5 notes · View notes

crystalschoices · 3 years

Text

Saving up on 300 coins through ads and pointless downloads was worth it. 😊

#rambles #cybird #midnight cinderella oc #midnight cinderella #midcin #midcin rambles #midcin oc #midnight cinderella rambles

4 notes · View notes

marinejelly · 5 years

Photo

Midnight Cinderella commission for crazyinthebestway, featuring her OC and Nico in an intense sweet moment :D thank you so much!! <3

Please, do not edit/repost without my/the commissioner’s permission, thanks! (Reblog is okay!)

#midnight cinderella #midcin #cybird #nico meier #oc #commission #couple #one day I'll figure out how to outsmart Tumblr and get a non-blurry thumbnail #dang it tumblr why #artists on tumblr #fanart #otome game

220 notes · View notes

of-comfort-and-love · 4 years

Text

The Princess Won’t Eat Her Vegetables

Mainly cucumbers...and pickles. Get that garbage away from me. 😖

Pretty happy to finally work on a MidCin fic. Got these idea earlier this week while Thanksgiving was approaching. Speaking of which, to those that celebrated, I hoped you all had a nice time. ^^

Being the princess elect came with benefits. One of them being was having other people cook her meals for her. Sure, Serene wouldn't mind cooking herself. But the personal chefs were more than happy to do the hard work for her.

During her first meal at the palace, Chancellor Giles questioned the princess elect for any food allergies. Thankfully, Serene did not have any. However, she made a request to not include a certain vegetable in the meals: cucumbers.

"I wasn't expecting that response from you, princess.", Giles commented, his arms folded across his chest in their usual position. "Being a former home tutor, you probably had to encourage the children to eat their vegetables, no?"

"Y-yes, I did actually.", Serene muttered, feeling quite embarrassed.

"Please don't take it the wrong way. I am your advisor, not your babysitter. I won't force you to eat them, however, keep in mind that you desired to set a good example to the children of Wysteria."

"Heh, I said that, didn't I? I suppose I could try to eat them more. Just to be a good role model and all."

"That's fine by me. I do hope that you'll keep up with your word."

Time has passed since that conversation with the princess. The chancellor kept his eye on Serene- only to ensure that she was enjoying her food. He also hoped that she kept on her promise.

However, there was one time where Giles regretted not being more observant. It was dinner time and Serene has a salad for her side meal. She wouldn't have had much of a problem with it if only there weren't cucumbers in it.

Seeing her disgruntled expression, Alyn stepped in and rescue her.

"Hey, if you won't eat cucumbers, then why bother having the chefs prepare it in your food?", the captain whispered in an annoyed tone.

"I'm just trying to get used to eating them more-", Serene responded before Alyn stopped her.

"You shouldn't be forcing yourself to eat something you don't like. You always look so unhappy when you're eating them...and I hate seeing you like that."

Stunned by the knight's response, Serene turned to face Alyn, who quickly averted his eyes. The princess lightly chuckled at the blush creeping on his face. Serene continued eating her food when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"I'll eat them for you. Feed me?", Alyn concluded, a small smirk on his face.

"Huh?! U-um ok.", Serene nervously muttered, picking up cucumber pieces with her fork. Her hand was shaking as she brought the utensil to Alyn's mouth. He poked her nose before accepting the food.

As their eyes met, the princess felt less nervous. She couldn't stop herself from giggling as she continued to feed him the "horrid" vegetables.

Curious about the sudden loud noises, Giles looked up from his plate. As he eyed the princess elect sharing her vegetables with the knight's captain, he felt disappointed. He hoped Serene would keep her word about eating cucumbers more. However, seeing how happy the two of them were currently, Giles' frown soon softened into a gentle smile.

He was supposed that if this was a better alternative for her, then so be it.

#oc: princess serene #ship: the thorns to my roses #serene x alyn #crystal's writing #midcin oc #midnight cinderella oc #crystal's queue #lovely queue

5 notes · View notes

dragonmaiden79 · 5 years

Text

Sir Knight, Taj

Introducing, Madame Tajira

People left Vesuvia in droves after the horrendous situation involving the palace and word spread like wildfire, traveling with the survivers and bystanders alike, plummetting the country into poor conditions. Abandoned businesses and homes meant suffering economy, with land becoming cheaper and cheaper to encourage people to move back or stay; It had become destitute and were it not for the Magician, the Lovers, and the Fool's constant support and efforts, nothing would have remained. The Countess had no supporters left.

"Serves her right, doing this to me..." Said the bitter, homeless former Count as he read a discarded news paper in an alley. He crumpled it up and tossed it away, ducking behind a few trash cans to avoid the royal guard as they marched by.

He had been lurking in the shadows since begging wasn't feeding him enough, turning to petty theft. The shop and store owners became fed up in a matter of weeks, and had reported his worthless ass without a second thought. He scratched at his patchy beard and looked at his worn, dingy clothes. Suddenly the concept of wearing all white became incredibly overrated. "No one in all the history of mankind..." he grumbled to himself, slinking from back alley to back alley like common trash. He slipped in a puddle of Lord-knows-what and screeched indignantly. "Has ever suffered as I am now!!!" He growled, gritting his teeth as the cool, foul smelling liquid seeped into his pants.

"Hey, wasn't that-"

"Oh, that was definitely him."

It's too bad Lucio was so horrible at being inconspicuous. The rapid clang of metal approaching didn't allow him time to dwell on his miserable fate and he quickly staggered to his feet, trying to find a place to hide. It was at this moment that the worn leather heels that he had refused to give up upon his banishment broke, sending him careening to the ground. The last thing he remembered was the feel of cold cobblestone against his face and the metal clang from the knights armor as they surrounded him.

A splash of ice water snatched him from his unconscious state. He looked around frantically, realizing that he was flanked by a knight on both sides, each holding onto a chain that was coiled around his body. He immediately began to rant and struggle. "What the hell is this!? I can take you both--"

"Settle down, Count Lucio." Said a smooth, sultry female voice.

He followed the sound of the voice upwards to a dais, where a petite woman clad in armor stood looking down at him. More careful inspection made him realize that she wasn't alone too; There was a semicircle of about 11 chairs a behind her, all except 1 occupied by very regal and well dressed individuals with decorated faces masks, and head pieces.

"...Or I should say, former Count." The woman continued speaking. "Yes... The former Count of a bastardization of a country. It's a shame what you have been reduced to."

Lucio growled.

"Judgement will be enacted here, today, on you, dear Lucio. You are charged with several counts of theft, threats, harassment, and even a couple of physical assaults due to your behavior involving my lovely citizens. Your testimony begins now. My council will then take a vote based off of your word and your word alone, leaving me to consider their opinions before I make the final decision. How do you plea?"

"Not guilty!" He shouted, "Your townspeople are so stingy and selfish! You'd think they'd help me out, but no!"

The woman laughed shrewdly, glancing over her shoulder at the council members. "Okay, Lucio. While you do seem adamant in your stance, there are a few specific charges that I must ask you about. Did you steal food from any of the local vendors?"

"I would hardly call such gruel 'food'!"

"Did you get into a fight with a man whom you claimed to be 'being greedy' because he bought what you considered an excess amount of fruit and refused to share with you?

"Who eats THAT much fruit?"

"Did you threaten or menace at any children for teasing you on the streets?"

"Those brats were asking for it! They're lucky I didn't tan their hides!"

The woman fell silent for a brief moment. "Is there anything else you would like me to know, Count?"

"Your backstreets are filthy, these chains are awful, and --"

"About your case, Lucio."

"Nope. Clearly I've done nothing wrong. So whaddya say? I'm done now, right?"

She laughed shortly again. "Very well then. Regarding the testimony of the accused, Grand Council, how say you?"

One by one each elaborately decorated Noble rose and stated their verdict, which turned out to be unanimous. "Guilty."

"Mmhmm. Duly noted." She nodded. "Count Lucio, if you'll look to your left you'll see that carved into the white stone walls of this arena is a lion. On the opposite side, to your right is a bull. These are permanent symbols of the two houses that came together to build this country and comprise it's nobility. As such, I am to adhere to the laws set by each house in my position as acting Princess of Pierreblanc."

She leapt elegantly from the dais and landed a perfect summersault in the center of the arena, approaching Lucio slowly until she stood before him. "You have a stunning lack of discipline and are completely irresponsible, which means that the short-comings that riddle your life are rooted in your childhood. Therefore, where other people have failed you, I shall succeed. You will be properly trained and imparted with the skills and knowledge to function as a productive member of my society."

She gestured to the lion carving. "Through the dignity and authority on my left side," and then raised the other hand to point to the bull. "Partnered with the magnanimity and valor of my right... This is true justice, for the ignorant cannot be properly tried." Her voice echoed throughout the arena. "Have you any legitimate way or reason to contest my judgement?"

His eyes widened in a mix of fear and shock. "What are you on about? You aren't going to let me go!?"

She laughed, far too amused by Lucio's attitude to correct his manners. "Then I shall make my ruling immediately. I, Princess Tajira of Branch Et Serpentium, declare that you, former Count of Vesuvia 'Lucio' Montag Morgasson, be sentenced to indefinite full-time etiquette training with Most High advisor and royal tutor, Giles Christophe. Guards, that will be all."

***

The Guards escorted Lucio all the way from the arena to the fantastic display of architecture that was the Pierreblanc Palace. The stones that composed the building were bright white and perfectly polished, making them reflect every color of the rainbow and giving the entire thing an ethereal quality. There were many slick curves and perfect arches that gave it a unique silhouette and the gates were twinkling gold. Even Lucio was stunned into silence.

Awaiting him there was a clean cut purple haired man and a team of six maids.

"You may release him." He said to the guards that held Lucio's chains. "Quickly now, he desperately needs to be bathed and fed." They wasted no time in heeding the orders, finally removing the biting metal from the former Count's wrists and neck.

"I am Giles Christophe and by royal decree you are my responsibility from this moment on. I will ensure that Madame Tajira is satisfied with your reformation, but for now we will escort you to your personal quarters and attempt to make you presentable at once. Understood?"

"Great! Finally some proper treatment around here."

Giles merely frowned his disapproval. The Princess told him that he'd have his work cut out for him in even before her officers had made the arrest.

"He's kind of a bimbo, but if anyone can fix him, it's you."

"If you don't mind my asking Madame, why not one of our traditional corrections facilities?"

"Ah, yes." She had said, lounging in her tub full of sweet smelling bubbles, a bath girl feeding her small slices of fruit. "It's gotten very stuffy around here, so he will be a breath of fresh air- A ray of sunshine even! Just fix him up a bit." She said, waving her hand dismissively. "He is nothing to be concerned about."

Giles shook his thoughts away as he lead Lucio to his quarters, the maids in tow. "Her Majesty has personally selected and furnished this room for you." He said as he opened the door and gestured in.

The room was gorgeous; the farthest wall of it was made entirely of sliding glass doors, which opened up to huge balcony tiled in sparkling opal. The bed was a magnificent piece of art and the centerpiece of the room. It was low sitting and round with a blue chiffon canopy that extended from the ceiling to veil it. Much bigger than a king sized bed, it had no defined head or foot board but instead carved polyhedron railings to stand in their places.

Lucio didn't have much time to admire though, as he was then led out of a pair of double doors within the room. Exiting, he noted that suddenly he was two maids short. It went outside to a tall stone staircase that led down to a what appeared to be an empty pool. There were towering white and gold marble lion statues on each side of it. "Her taste isn't half bad! Much better than her attitude." He said to no one in particular.

Giles exhaled with annoyance, "Ladies, if you'd please." He said to the maids as he moved to a bench that sat near the pool, sending them into perfectly practiced action. They all disrobed to reveal different variations of soft, elegant curvature that could only be described as uniquely female and split into teams of two. One set used magic to get themselves atop the lion heads; Completely synchronized, they put their hands together as if meditating and water began to flow down from the mouths of the lions, and into the pool. In conjunction with them, the others began quickly undressing Lucio, leaving him bared from his rags in a matter of moments. "My, my ladies, one at a time..." He remarked, as if he wasn't in desperate need of care.

Little to no maintenance had been done to him since his eviction from Vesuvia so his skin was sunburnt and dirty, not to mention his overgrown facial hair and chipped nails. Even his golden arm had lost all of its luster and most of its magic, making it hard for it to function. His stench was wretched to the noses of everyone within arms reach as well. Certainly he needed to be cleansed as soon as possible. "This water is freezing!" He cried out, as the girls pulled him down few stairs that led into the pool. "I can't bathe like this! Back in MY palace there was hot water!"

"Give them a moment." Giles said sharply, having had his fill of Lucio's commentary.

He winced at the harshness of Giles' tone but, remained silent as the girls in the bath with him hovered their hands over the water, transferring heat into it. Goosebumps began to spread across his skin as the water warmed considerably. Before long, the pool was filled and the other duo had climbed down from the Lions. They moved to the statues' mounts which had hidden compartments that held towels, sponges, soaps, and an assortment of crystals. Each grabbed their own selections, placing them in decorative woven baskets and joined the others in the water.

Yellow and blue crystals were placed about the water, giving it a mysterious green glow with the relaxing energy blanketing the space. As soon as the soothing aura touched every corner of the water, the same girls who had undressed Lucio, grabbed soap and sponges from the baskets now afloat and went to work.

As they scrubbed his skin, layers of caked up dirt and sweat mixed with the suds and permeated the water. He moaned as they went further down, switching to a soft cloth to clean his dick and balls. They were thorough and gentle, massaging and caressing his sack until he was at full attention. A small crystal chair was synthesized with stone magic for him to be seated, so that his hair could be washed. It was so greasy that the shampoo wouldn't lather when the girl- the one Lucio thought the cutest, massaged it into his scalp.

She had olive skin and green eyes, with freckles and black hair. Her fingers felt like magic as they danced across his head, scrubbing diligently until finally, on the third go, the shampoo lathered into a nice foam. He relaxed into the touches of her and her tall, slender partner who had just finished washing his chest and was now seated on his lap, massaging his shoulders. "Ohhh, this is more like it..." He moaned, "Hey, what're your names?"

"I see you're enjoying my girls, Lucio." Came the Princess' voice from the long stairwell. "The one who washes your hair is called Ariella. Zafira is on your lap." She stepped directly into the pool without regard for the thin, loosely tied white robe she wore, carrying a long decorative case.

As the two maidens that prepared the baskets made the glowing water circulate around them, Tajira approached, giving a kiss each to Ariella and Zafira. Slowly, she trailed her fingers down Lucio's golden arm. "Mmm...What magnificent piece this was in your glory days, Wasn't it Count?" He frowned but otherwise made no comment as she let her fingers carefully trace over every detail and intricacy of the arm. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful..." She whispered, free hand coming to rest on his shoulder. "Can you feel my touches, Lucio?" He widened his eyes, unprepared for the question.

"O-Of course I can feel it!" He shouted. She raised an eyebrow. "I mean...Well, mostly... Somewhat." He conceded, blushing. "It doesn't exactly work like it used to."

"I didn't think so." Taj said, her own magic bleeding into his shoulder, making it tingle.

"Hey, what are you--!" He began to protest. Suddenly, the golden prosthetic popped off, falling into the water and sinking to the bottom of the pool. "Why did you do that!?!" He cried out in alarm, girls still draped over him. Without a word, she popped open the fancy case that she was carrying to reveal perhaps the most sumptuous piece of work that Lucio had ever laid eyes on.

An arm. Crafted of diamond-- the purest blue diamond. With perfectly sized gold scales and 4 mounted red andesine going up it's shoulder. "I know red is your preferred color, but as you assimilate into the House, I would like you to look the part. I hope it still within the parameters of your taste. Will you accept my gift?"

He ran his fingers over the smooth finish of the diamond underside, to the perfect ridges of the golden scales, and then finally, over the bright red stones that decorated the piece. It even had tiny, fine-line etchings on it. "Yes!" He said with childlike enthusiasm, "I can really have it?"

"Certainly." She said with a glimmer of a smirk. "We will have it attached for you as soon as you're settled."

"Well Tajira, was it?" he said seductive smile tugging on his lips.

"Taj, please." She said. Giles’ small gasp could be heard in the background.

"Taj, then. I am very, very thankful for your present. You know, if there's anything that you want me to do to repay you, I'll do it." He batted his long blonde lashes at her. With his erect cock out and two beautiful women clinging to him, pouting and writhing in place it was incredibly hard to deny...

"Not yet." Taj reminded herself in her head. She bristled in place, eyes having gone slightly hooded and dark as she slowly closed the case for the arm. She loathed denying the throbbing of her nether regions. "No..." She said out loud. "You won't ever have to pay me back."

"What? You're sure?" He asked in disbelief.

"No, no, it doesn't work like that. This my pleasure. Giles, hold onto it for him." She said, exiting the water. The white fabric, now see through clung to her as she approached him, accentuating her thick thighs, toned calves, and perky rump. "Bring him to dinner after you're done in here. I want the Council and House Advisors to see him up close and groomed before you begin the discipline process.

"Yes, Madame." Giles nodded slowly. "You-- You're certain of this choice? To have him before the Nobles without any training?"

"It's not as if they can tell me not to." She shrugged casually. "And it's not as if I will allow them to question your advisory skills, If that's what you are concerned about." She kissed his cheek, patting his shoulder lightly. "Now, I must go dress myself." She continued with a nod. "I shall see you all tonight." And with that, she swept out of the room.

Ch.1 End.

Hope you enjoyed! There will be another part!

#lucio #giles #crossover #oc #hc #au #the arcana #midcin #midnight cinderella #the arcana game #lucio x mc #mc #theterrifyingten #the arcana mc #dragonmaiden79 #taj #princess #knight

5 notes · View notes