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alzirr0 · 2 years

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"Would you still love me if I were a worm?" Part 2

Feat: Pollux, and Sirius

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Crack

Warnings: Mildly suggestive on Sirius' part of the story (we all know how he gets)

Navigation: Part 1: Spica, Alpheratz | Part 2

Pollux

"...Huh? Where's the punchline?" Pollux asks, voice slightly muffled with his cheeks adorably puffed out in mid-chew of a spoonful of pancake he shoved in his mouth moments prior. He's clad in his casual attire, sitting across you in a café you frequent together.

"There's no punchline. I am asking you." You fix him an expectant look as you repeat your question, "Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

Pollux tries his best not to gawk at you as if you've grown two heads. His bicolored eyes dart across your face, trying to gauge whether you're really expecting an answer from him or not. Seeing the unyielding gaze you're giving him, he deduces that you, in fact, are waiting for an answer to your rather odd question. He remains unresponsive for several seconds more. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think your inquiry had broken Pollux.exe.

“For how long are you going to resemble a mute?”

Pollux finally snaps out of his trance, swallowing his mouthful of pancakes before granting you a response, “Geez, give me a break, I just can’t believe you want me to answer that,” he grumbles, pushing the food around his plate with his cutlery, suddenly not finding his meal very appetizing. "I don't know... is this a trick question? Can I just answer with a no?"

"You can, but that'll only imply you wouldn't have taken an interest in me if—"

"What?! That definitely isn't it!” Pollux protests, not even allowing you to finish your statement. He runs a dainty hand through his soft locks in mild frustration. He really is the type who's easily worked up, you note. “But... you'd be a worm."

"And?" There’s a defiant tilt to your chin, as if you’re challenging him.

“I mean, how is that going to work for us? Should I start learning how to communicate with a worm? Would you still choose to love me if you were a worm and I am still me? ” You bite the insides of your cheeks to refrain from breaking into an amused grin as Pollux fires at you his barrage of questions, "If I ask you the same thing, how are you gonna answer then?"

"You're evading my question, I asked you first."

"Fine! Fine..." he trails off, mumbling barely audible words, which you somehow manage to discern are actually complaints. "Yeah, yeah, I'd still love or whatever the worm version of you."

"Now you're just saying that because you know I'd be disappointed otherwise."

He shoots you a disbelieving look, whining as he throws his arms in the air exasperatedly. "Y/n, Y/n, what should I do then? Why are you even asking me this? It's so weird..." His brows begin to furrow in concern. "With my luck, what if something bad happens to you because of me? I won't be able to forgive myself."

You give him a reassuring smile, dismissing his worries as you reach out to give a comforting poke on his cheek, which he playfully swats, a coy smile forming on his lips.

"Forget it then, Pol. But can I ask you another question?" You inquire saccharinely, trying to lighten up the mood.

He perks up and nods in agreement before taking a large gulp of his drink, happy to change the subject.

"Would you still love me if I were a louse?"

It's almost comical how fast he visibly deflates, shoulders sagging exasperatedly as he slumps back on his seat. "Y/n, Y/n, that question doesn't make sense at all either!" He exclaims.

You snicker as Pollux frowns, looking so done with your shenanigans. Scoffing, he gestures his hand in your direction. "What would you want me to do then? I'll just go with whatever you want."

You look at him dead in the eye as you reply, "Put me on your scalp and let me thrive there."

Pollux recoils in horror, heterochromatic eyes blown so wide you fear they'll fall out of their sockets. "The hell?! Y/n that's gross!"

Feigning being crestfallen by his reaction, you jut your lower lip out in a pout and painstakingly avert your gaze. Upon seeing your expression, Pollux immediately backpedals.

"Wait! Fine! What you said," he begrudgingly concedes. "On my scalp, you'd stay. Make it itchy I don’t care anymore. Go wild."

You can't help but cackle at his defeated tone, offering him a pleasant smile once you regain your composure.

"But, how are we even going to hang out if things are gonna be like that?" he sulks. His face crumples in a mix of deep thought and perhaps, the still lingering confusion your question had left in its wake. He's pensive for a moment as he mulls over his previous query, as if not being able to hang out with you would be his biggest problem in a scenario where you’re no longer a human.

"Well I don't know about you. In my case I'd literally be hanging on your hair strands," you wheeze when Pollux just raises a hand in surrender. "Don't fret about it too much, let's just say I’m still capable of human speech even as a louse. More chitchat time for us since we'd be practically glued together."

"That would be a different twist to having a conversation in my head," he notes thoughtfully.

"More like having a conversation with the parasite on your head."

"People who would happen to see me talking to you like that would think I'm a loony," Pollux murmurs, but after picturing himself getting caught in mid-conversation with you as a louse, he can't help but let out an amused snort. Shoving another spoonful of his food to his mouth, Pollux goes back to enjoying his meal as your conversation comes into a lull.

Suddenly remembering that you’ve been meaning to ask him to lend you his notes for a lecture you’ve missed when you’ve fallen asleep zoned out during the discussion in one of your classes, you call for his attention once again.

“By the way Pol, I’ve been meaning to ask you about—”

Pollux snaps his head in your direction with a dreadful look in his heterochromatic eyes.

"Please don't ask me 'would you still love me if I were a mosquito?' next and demand that I let you bite my arm and suck my blood dry," he pleads.

You blink at him before you roar with laughter as you double over. Pollux looks at you with an affronted expression, before eventually seeing the humor in it too as his shoulders shake when he laughs with abandon. In between your fits of laughter, you manage to assure him that you won't ask him questions like that again… for now.

Cue Pollux whining in protest.

Sirius

"Absolutely,” he confidently replies without even batting an eye. His eyes that fondly remind you of a kaleidoscope twinkle mischievously when he smiles at you. "For you I'd be a worm too, Summoner. I'd be keeping you company."

You snort a laugh as you nod approvingly. “Not the worst answer. You pass, I guess.”

His eyebrows quirk up at your remark. “Was that supposed to be a test? Such a strange way of phrasing it, I must say,” he comments before turning his head to focus on the path ahead.

Sirius gravitates closer to you as the both of you trek down the streets leading to the theatre to watch another play, which Sirius had insisted on buying tickets for, so you can watch it together. A comfortable silence envelopes you as you fall in stride with him. The sun is just beginning to set, but in spite of the fact that the day is coming to an end, there’s still a busy flow of people in the area that is yet to dwindle out.

"Do you know that some worms are hermaphrodites? An individual’s body has a set of both male and female reproductive organs,” Sirius muses out loud, breaking the serenity.

You turn your head to face the man beside you, paying attention to what he has to say as you expect him to further elaborate his little trivia.

Sirius meets your gaze, his lips pressed into a sly smirk. “If we are to live as one of them, we should pick a type that had long gone extinct, and repopulate it together."

You nearly trip, and almost choke on your own spit. "You did not just say that."

"Oh but I just did,” he pipes up, rather pleased of himself for a reason unbeknownst to you.

You give him the side eye as you brace yourself for whatever kind of nonsense he's going to blabber about.

“I'd finally have you all to myself. I don't mind whatever shape or form I'll have to take," he continues, not breaking eye contact, you note that they're sparkling in a way that you can't read what really lies on his mind. “The idea isn't extremely repulsive. Think about it, Y/n. No duty, no responsibility, and most of all, no… distractions.” Sirius lists each advantage he can think of, lifting a finger for each one.

"Yep, not happening," you proclaim.

"Is that rejection I hear? Lacking tact too, I see," he laments, clutching his chest in faux hurt. "You really do know how to wound a man, Summoner."

"Quit with the dramatics, that won't sway me," you chide.

“Let’s give it a chance. If things go awry we can always just return to our true forms,” Sirius stresses almost every word as if doing so will make you see his point, which you firmly believe is non-existent anyway. "So, what do you say if I tell you I’m more than ready to go and give it a try right here and then?”

"If you transform yourself into a worm right now I'd crush you under my shoe."

"Lovingly? A bit on the sadistic side, but I don't mind if you're into that. I'm always willing to try new things with you—"

"Sirius!"

"You're breaking my heart here." Sirius sullenly shakes his head, sighing dejectedly in an attempt to pull at your heartstrings.

You wrinkle your nose at his theatrics. "Why don't you tell me something about this play we're about to watch instead? You were so adamant in convincing me to watch it with you."

"Eager to drop the subject that you, yourself, were the one who brought it up in the first place?" he taunts, quirking an eyebrow teasingly.

You shoot him an unamused look. Eyes narrowing dangerously, to which Sirius only gives you a winning smile of his in return.

"Alright, I digress. As always, I picked only the best seats for us. Wouldn't want my wiggly worm to miss out on anything since what we're about to watch—"

"Your what? " you squawk as you turn to him in horror. Sirius opens his mouth to reply but just before he can say even more absurd things, you interject, "You are not calling me that."

"You may call me yours, too. It's the perfect pet name for us, is it not?" Sirius responds, deliberately ignoring your earlier demand.

"You better not be serious right now."

"How can I not when I actually go by that name?"

"Bye."

Intent on leaving him behind, you quicken your pace. Not wanting to garner the attention of the other people passing by, you resist the urge to become a runner and a track star just to increase the distance between the two of you. Your attempt turns out to be futile anyway, for within a few long strides, Sirius manages to keep up with you with no trouble at all, smiling down at you brightly. You silently curse his long legs.

You can only hope that he won't actually keep on calling you that horrendous and absolutely not flattering pet name he came up with. The nerve of this man, you initiated this conversation expecting that you'll get a few good laughs out of it because of his reactions. But this man pulled an uno reverse card by turning you into his source of entertainment instead.

Sirius slips his hand into yours and gives it a tentative squeeze. "I meant every word I've said Y/n. Well, atleast most of it." He playfully winks as the both of you enter the doors of the building hand in hand.

a/n: I hope you'll find it in yourself to enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed the writing process.

I didn't expect I'll have that much fun, haha. Once I've laid down the general idea, the characters pretty much wrote their own dialogues and I just went with the flow. Busying myself in making this helped me cope from the lack of new in-game content 🤧 let's all hang in there. xx

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heylookitsyc · 2 months

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Saved by a Sorcerer!

Character(s): Arcana Twilight Sorcerers x GN!Reader

Anime/Game: Arcana Twilight

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: There’s another student that just won’t leave you alone! Good thing you found one of the other sorcerers… maybe they can help out?

Warning(s): None

Note: It’s been some time! Enjoy some Arcana Twilight for now; hope all of you are well! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Story is down below!

“Hey, (Name)! Wait up, I need to ask you something!”

You freeze as you recognize the voice, and you look back to see a classmate from your potions class. The sight of him is enough to make you swear under your breath, and you push through the crowd of students in the hallway, walking a bit faster now.

You manage to find your way outside and into the garden, your eyes catching sight of a certain sorcerer. As your classmate’s obnoxious voice becomes louder, you realize what you have to do.

Without wasting time, you call out the name…

» Arcturus «

“Arcky!”

You rush over to the sorcerer, smiling in relief. You take his hand. “Where were you? I thought you agreed to meet me outside of my last class.”

Arcturus tilts his head in slight confusion, his expression becoming a bit flustered as you take his hand into yours. “Ah, did I? I’m so sorry, (Name)! I don’t remember promising you such a thing…”

Your classmate stops a few feet away, watching you and Arcturus. Their stare makes you squeeze Arcturus’ hand just ever so slightly, and the small action seems to be enough to make him realize what is going on.

“Please, Arcky… you signed us up for that cooking class, remember? The one hosted by that new restaurant that recently opened in Central District?” you say, hoping he would play along with your lie. “You said it would be fun.”

To your surprise, the sorcerer lets out a laugh, nodding and pulling you closer. “Right! I did promise you… I’m so sorry for forgetting, (Name). Let’s get going so we aren’t late.”

Before you can say anything else, Arcturus pulls you along, his grip on your hand tight as he leads you away from your classmate.

Once you two were a good enough distance away, Arcturus stopped walking and turned to you, not letting go of your hand. His smile is a bit more shy now, his cheeks red. “Are you alright? I’m sorry it took me so long to get the hint…”

“It’s alright, Arcky. Thank you for helping me,” you say. “But… I am serious about that cooking class. Do you want to go together? I heard they’re teaching us how to make egg salad sandwiches today.”

His expression lights up, and he nods excitedly as he hums in approval. “That sounds good! Come on, let’s go!”

He continues to hold your hand as you two head towards Central District, the small blush never leaving his cheeks.

» Spica «

“Spica!”

The blonde was busy talking to a few other students, but at the sight of you he smiles slightly. “Good afternoon, (Name). What brings you here?”

“I…” You trail off when you see your classmate come closer, and you are quick to take Spica’s hand. “I was wondering if you could recommend me another book? The one you gave me about the origins of magic was really interesting.”

He looks surprised, but one glance over at your classmate was all it took for him to understand the situation. He nods, and he removes his hand from yours, instead opting to place a hand on your waist and pulling you close.

“Excuse me.”

He nods at the other students before guiding you back inside and towards the library.

As the two of you walk, he continues to gently hold your waist. His cheeks have the slightest hint of pink on them. “Is that classmate of yours bothering you? If so, you can tell me. Your safety and comfort are my priority.”

“He’s a bit… much,” you admit quietly. “Ever since we worked together on a project, he just won’t leave me alone.”

Spica chuckles, the small sound causing you to smile. “I thought so. Many students here can’t help but be curious when it comes to someone from Mid Earthiem. However, that does not give them the right to cross your boundaries…”

You two arrive at the library, and he opens the door for you.

As you step inside, you are suddenly guided to a chair. You find yourself sitting comfortably next to Spica as he scans the shelves, taking out a couple of books.

He opens one of them, taking a seat next to you and leaning in a bit closer. His voice is a bit softer now, less stern than usual. “You wanted me to recommend another book, yes?”

“Yes, please,” you respond. “I want to know more about the world that I’m in. It’s… really different compared to home.”

Spica smiles. “Well, you did tell me you would trust in my judgment… so how about this one? It’s a book my mother would always read to me when I was younger. I can read it to you if you’d like.”

You nod, and you rest your head on his shoulder. “I would like that, please.”

He chuckles, the subtle pink hue from earlier returning to his cheeks. He starts to read the book to you, his voice quiet and calm as he speaks.

After a few minutes you start to doze off, and the last thing you remember is a firm yet gentle hand grabbing your shoulder and pulling you closer.

» Pollux «

“Pollux!”

“Eh?”

The sorcerer’s face becomes bright pink as you suddenly tackle him into a hug from behind, and he starts trying to shove you off. “H-hey! Warn a guy next time, what are you even-!?”

“Please help me,” you say quietly, giving him a slight squeeze as you continue to hug him. “Please.”

Pollux looks over his shoulder to see your classmate nearby, and he frowns. “Seriously? Isn’t that the guy you worked with for our potions project a few weeks back?”

You nod.

Pollux groans, and with a small huff, he moves you so that you are now next to him.

“Pollux? What are you… huh?”

Your eyes widen in slight surprise when he places an arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer. He looks away from you, and you notice the tips of his ears are pink.

You can hear the feigned annoyance in his voice, clear as day. “Don’t think too much of it, okay? I’m just doing this so Spica doesn’t give me another lecture about taking care of you.”

A new voice is suddenly heard from behind the both of you. “Hm? Little boy, what do you think you’re doing with (Name)?”

The both of you turn around to see Alpheratz, who has his hands in his pockets. From the way his hair slightly stuck out, you figured he had just woken up from a nap.

“You do know that if other students see you like this with (Name), rumors will spread,” Alpheratz says, looking a bit amused. He then yawns, rubbing the back of his neck.

Pollux shakes his head. “I don’t care! Besides, it’s not what it looks like… I’m just doing my job since no one else was around.”

“Well, I’m here now.” Alpheratz shrugs. “So you can relax, little boy. No one will try to do anything now.”

Pollux opens his mouth to protest when Arcturus suddenly appears, smiling. “Oh! (Name), Pollux! We were looking for you…”

Vega, who was walking alongside Arcturus, is quick to notice Pollux’s arm around you. “Pollux, why do you have your arm around Summoner?”

As more sorcerers suddenly appear, Pollux quickly lets go of you. He still looks away, clearly embarrassed now that more sorcerers have arrived. Your classmate from earlier seems to have left after seeing that you were no longer alone.

“I-I’m just doing my job…” Pollux mumbles.

You smile, and as Arcturus asks all of you if you would be interested in trying a new restaurant in Central District you reach out and subtly link Pollux’s pinky with your own.

His face becomes an even brighter shade of pink, his face now almost matching his hair. He says nothing, instead giving your pinky a small squeeze in return as he tries to hold back a smile.

» Alpheratz «

“Alpheratz!”

The sleepy sorcerer was leaning against a tree, arms crossed as he dozed off. At the sound of your voice, however, his eyes slowly open, and a soft hum escapes his lips.

“Hm?” He yawns, standing up straight now. He shoves his hands into his pockets, the sleepy expression still on his face. “(Name)... what’s wrong?”

You are quick to tug on the sleeve of his school jacket, eyes wide with panic as you see your classmate drawing closer. “Hide me, Alpheratz, please…”

Alpheratz follows your gaze, and his eyebrows raise just ever so slightly when he finally realizes what’s causing your panic. “Oh…”

He quickly raises an arm, and you find yourself pressed up against the tree that he had been leaning on. You feel your cheeks go warm as he stares down at you, his expression now more awake and serious.

From the corner of your eye, you notice that your classmate has stopped walking, now staring at you and Alpheratz with a mixture of shock and anger.

Alpheratz frowns, looking a bit annoyed now. He sighs. “How tiring… I can feel him staring holes into the back of my head.”

The sorcerer leans in a bit closer, his face now mere inches away from yours. “Give it a few more seconds. He’ll leave soon enough.”

You nod, staring up at Alpheratz. You didn’t really trust yourself to respond at the moment, your cheeks still feeling a bit warm from the close proximity.

Eventually, your classmate storms off, grumbling under his breath.

Once he’s gone, you immediately breathe a sigh of relief. “He’s gone… thank you, Alpheratz. You can back away now.”

The sorcerer doesn’t move, still staring down at you. There’s a hint of annoyance in his voice, as if irritated by your words. “Hey… you really think you can ask me for a favor and just leave like that?”

You’re quick to wave your hands in front of your face, shaking your head quickly. “No, no! Alpheratz, I just… meant that you don’t need to protect me anymore since my classmate is gone. You can go back to napping now.”

His expression softens, and he sighs. “... it’s only fair that you return the favor.”

“But who do you need protecting from?”

His hand grabs onto yours, and before you can protest you feel yourself being pulled down onto the ground. You find yourself now face-to-face with Alpheratz, his eyes already closed as he wraps a strong but gentle arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Protecting you made me tired. Take a nap with me,” he says, and within seconds he was fast asleep.

You stare at him for a few moments before sighing, closing your eyes and ultimately deciding to take a nap as well.

» Sirius «

“Sirius!”

You are immediately greeted by his playful smile, and he closes the tin of candy in his hand and tucks it away into his jacket pocket.

“Oh, my… Summoner, you seem to be in a hurry.” He chuckles, tilting his head a bit as he watches you approach. “Don’t tell me it has something to do with that classmate of yours.”

You sigh, crossing your arms as you look behind you to see your classmate getting closer. “He just won’t get the hint. I’ve been trying to avoid him for weeks but he’s just so bent on asking me out on a date.”

You don’t miss the way Sirius’ smile grows wider as you say the last word, his eyes flashing green for a moment before turning yellow again.

“A date?” he says, sounding amused. “I know a lot of students would find a student from Mid Earthiem interesting… but still. How bold of them.”

You are suddenly pulled towards him, one hand holding your wrist as the other presses against the small of your back as he dips you slightly.

“Sirius! What are you-!?”

“Do not worry, my fair summoner,” he says, his tone equivalent to that of when he would recreate a scene from a play. “I shall protect you from any harm that might come your way. Of course, not without a price…”

He leans in closer, his voice filled with obvious teasing. Just as his lips are about to meet your own, he pauses.

He chuckles. “... it seems as though your classmate wasn’t entertained by our little show, Summoner. They’re gone.”

You look around to see that your classmate has indeed left, and you relax a bit. “Finally. I can’t believe- mmph!”

His fingers make contact with your lips, and immediately a sweet taste fills your senses as he places something in your mouth.

He looks amused as he lets go of you, his hand lingering on the small of your back for just a moment longer than necessary before fully pulling away.

“A reward for taking part in my show,” he laughs. “But you do need to work on your acting skills, Summoner. Your acting skills were horribly absent. No wonder the audience left.”

You roll your eyes, sucking on the candy he had offered to you. It wasn’t too bad, the unexpected taste of mint and honey greeting your tastebuds. “You could’ve warned me before doing that. I didn’t expect you to pull me in so suddenly.”

“Why?” He looks amused now. “Ah, I see… did you want someone else holding you?”

He laughs as he transforms into Spica, and then into Alpheratz. He grins, placing a hand on his hip as he stares at you. “How’s this? Or did you prefer someone more cheerful?” He then transforms into Arcturus.

You stare at him for a moment, before shaking your head. You have a small smile of your own. “They’re all great, but right now I’d like Sirius, please.”

He pauses for a moment, clearly not expecting your response. With a small chuckle, he transforms back into himself and crosses his arms. “You sure know how to make someone’s heart race, Summoner. How cute.”

“I’m only like this when it comes to people I like,” you tease, and he laughs again.

“Careful, Summoner. You shouldn’t say things like that so recklessly… I might do something you won’t like.”

» Vega «

“Vega!”

“Summoner… what seems to be the problem?”

Vega’s usually cool expression falters as you suddenly run up to him, and he is quick to stand in front of you just as your classmate catches up to you.

“What the-!? Hey, move!” Your classmate demands, only to freeze when Vega suddenly draws his sword.

“What business do you have with Summoner?” Vega asks calmly. Despite his neutral tone, his stance and gaze on your classmate showed that he was ready to protect you if needed. “You seem to be making them uncomfortable.”

“Look, I just want to talk! They keep avoiding me and-”

“Then you should take the hint and leave,” Vega interrupts. “Summoner does not wish to speak to you. Leave them be.”

Your classmate looks like he wants to argue again, but he stops when he sees you grab Vega’s hand. Vega’s hand immediately stiffens under your touch, and a faint pink color forms on his cheeks.

“I have plans already,” you say. “So please leave me alone.”

Your classmate looks between you and Vega for a few seconds before scoffing. “Are… are you serious? Out of all the sorcerers, don’t tell me you chose this one.”

Without thinking you grab Vega’s sword, earning a surprised gasp from your classmate as you point it at him. “Leave.”

Your classmate rolls his eyes. “You know what? Fine! You aren’t even worth it…”

Once your classmate finally leaves, you turn to Vega.

“Here…” You return his sword. “I’m sorry, he was just so persistent and wouldn’t leave. Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“It’s… no problem, Summoner. As long as you are safe,” he says quietly. His gaze seems to be focused on your hand, which still holds on to his own.

You laugh softly. “Vega… now that I think about it, there’s a new gelato place that opened up in Central District. I heard that their raspberry flavor is really popular right now. Do you want to go with me?”

“I… don’t see any reason to refuse. Who else will be joining us?”

“It’ll be just you and me, Vega.” You give his hand a gentle squeeze. “Is… is that okay?”

For a moment his expression remains neutral, before his lips turn up to form a small smile.

“That would be just fine, Summoner,” he says. “Let’s go.”

Unexpectedly, he takes the lead, putting his sword away and gently pulling you along as the two of you make your way to Central District to get some gelato.

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