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[consistencynevermether]

Hey there! I have been following your acc for a while now and I'm completely obsessed with your Vere fics. I really love how you write the relationship dynamic between the reader and him! Your fics never fail to make me giggle like a high school girl in love lol.

The little snippets of jealous Vere in your works is so good. It makes me wonder how Vere would be if he was full blown jealous and possessive (I LOVE VERE SO MUCH GRRRRR)

A/N: aaaaa I'm so glad you like my Vere fics, HES SOOO AKSDFKASDFOSDJ. i cant wait for the game!!!! giggling like a hs girl is the highest compliment thank you so much!! this fic became a combo of jealous Vere and the reader lowkey matching his freak, I hope you enjoy!! i think this is my first time writing an established relationship with Vere so lmk what yall think!!!

content: Vere x GN! reader, sfw, 1.2k words, established relationship

Vere stared at you through half lidded eyes, the alcohol clouding his judgement more than he would like to admit.

Vere never considered himself unnecessarily dramatic. Theatrical and sarcastic? Absolutely. But despite the flippant front he put up, he knew when it was best to let things go. As much as he loved solving all his problems with violence, he knew that wasn't always the response people would enjoy. And by people, he meant you. Everyone else could fuck off and choke for all he cared.

But the last thing he wanted was to cage you. To make you feel like you couldn't talk to other men or always had to tell him where you were. No, he understood very well how important freedom was. And he had always prided himself on being secure in his relationship with you. Clingy yes, but you never gave him any reason to be insecure.

But tonight, he was pretty sure he was going to have to kill a man. Specifically the man at the bar who would not stop fucking talking to you.

You were humoring him, barely. Showing vague interest in whatever bullshit he was yapping your ear off about, just being polite really. This guy simply couldn't take the hint though. And worse, he was inching closer with each of your acknowledging nods. 

The whiskey glass began to splinter and crack where his claws grazed the cup. Each second he watched caused his chest to tie itself in more knots. 

Please leave. He thought to himself. Please leave and get eaten by a soulless. 

He continued to glare daggers at the man you were speaking with. How long had the two of you been talking? Had you told him anything about yourself? What did he know? Did he-

His train of thought was cut off by you grabbing his attention from the corner of his eye.

It was nothing really, just a knowing glance in his direction, an acknowledgement that you were looking at him. That's all it took for Vere to notice you. 

You mimicked his glare and chuckled to yourself, then raised an eyebrow. A silent question just for him. 

You had wanted to know what had him so pissy, he'd bet money you'd phrase it just like that too. 

Vere flashed his fangs in a tight smile. The message was clear. “If you want to know, ask me.”

He knew it was just a little petty, but he wanted your attention.

You simply shook your head with a smile and began to walk over to him. He had to plant one of his heeled boots firmly on his tail to keep it from wagging.

You took one step, and the man from the bar wrapped his arm around your waist, stopping you from leaving his personal space.

The glass in his hand shattered into a thousand pieces. 

You had given the man a look of unadulterated disgust, and was contemplating hitting him or just slipping out of his grasp.

You didn't have time to choose an option before Vere got to him.

One second the man's hands were around your waist, and the next all you heard was a scream and the sound of gushing blood.

He held his face as he crumpled to the ground, blood spurting from the 4 deep claw marks that now graces the right side of his face. Vere stood over him, the tips of his fingers covered in blood. Despite that, he was perfectly clean.

Vere turned away from the man and towards you, a smile full of charm, as if he thought if he acted suave enough you wouldn't notice the screaming man holding what was left of his eye in his socket. His clean hand wrapped around your shoulder as he took the now occupied seat next to you. He threw his long legs over your lap, very clearly claiming you as his own. 

Everyone in the bar seemed to get the message loud and clear, and decided to politely ignore the man's screams. 

“So, what are we drinking tonight darling?” Vere cheerfully asked.

“Well I was going to try one of Leanders concoctions, but let's step outside instead.’’ you responded.

Vere’s smile faltered for just a second. Shit, were you mad? 

You reached for veres bloody hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, the blood oozing between your connected palms as you lightly tugged him away from the bar and back outside. 

You gave him a smile over your shoulder that could only be described as smitten, and Vere knew he wasn't in trouble. 

You both found your way to the alley you had spoken in on your first night in Erida. You hopped up to sit on a few wooden crates, and Vere moved to stand in between your legs, letting his head fall to rest on your shoulders.

You lightly tugged him in closer, your hands wrapping around his back as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes, Vere melting into your touch till he was almost laying on top of you. 

“Feeling better?” you asked.

“I should have killed him.” Vere scoffed, more annoyed than actually upset at this point. 

“You did a very good job at restraining yourself.” you cooed, an edge of teasing in your voice.

“Oh fuck off.” Vere scoffed. “He was pissing you off two, I could tell.”

“You should've come over, we could have made him really uncomfortable and left. Something really creative, like we're both in a clown cult.” 

Vere said something in response, his voice muffled by your neck.

“What??”

“I didn't want you to think I was jealous,” he repeated.

“Ok, but you were jealous.”

Yeah, but you don't need to know that.” 

“Vere,” you started, as you grabbed his bloodied hand and moved it to your cheek, nuzzling slightly into his palm. The man's blood streaked against your skin. “Next time just tell me. We can kick his ass together.”

Vere felt the knots in his chest completely disappear at your words. Despite his looks, Vere hadn't always been lucky in finding partners who felt as deeply as he did. There was a time he had wanted more than casual with Ais, and the feelings definitely weren't reciprocal. 

But you? You always matched him, like two puzzle pieces meant to go together. When he wrapped his arm around your waist, you leaned in closer. When he held your hand, you laced your fingers with his. When he spoke, he always had you undivided attention. When Vere made a move to kiss your cheek, you turned to capture his lips, your hands moving to the back of his head to hold him there for as long as he would allow.

There was a silent understanding between the two of you. Vere was never too much for you, and you were never more wanted than with Vere. Let Vere be as jealous as he wants, you would always be there regardless. And one day, he would realize this too. But for now, being in your arms was comfort enough.

[consistencynevermether]

Elyon x Hound Reader (Touchstarved)

Content: Elyon x Gender neutral hound background reader, SFW, 2.2k words, bodyguard reader

A/N: Heyoo how we doing guys? So in honor of the new update and the hound being retired (rip hound background i love playing strong characters but also i 100% trust the devs) i thought maybe id write the hound with a background character like Elyon, so in some ways it lives on in a different interpretation lmaooooo. This truly is just a self indulgent little drabble because I loved the hound so much and wanted to play with the origin a bit more even though it's retired. Anyways if this is your vibe i hope y'all enjoy it!!! Now enough of my ramblings and onto the story!

If you had a million guesses on where you would end up after being betrayed by the thief syndicate you had dedicated your entire life to, working as the personal bodyguard for some rich noble would have never crossed your mind.

Yet here you were, at some stuffy gala wearing a ridiculous fancy outfit, watching your client (and boss) Elyon like a hawk. 

Elyon was a highborn noble of Eridia, with more money than you could ever dream of having. Not just the family wealth that came with being a noble, but his businesses raked in more money in a month than you could have ever hoped to make working all those years in the thieves syndicate. Lucky bastard.

When you first arrived in Eridia, Elyon had hired you up almost immediately. 

You had been minding your own damn business when someone claiming to be a potential recruit for a gang called “the Adderstones” had knocked into you and decided to start a fight. You dodged his first punch with an embarrassing amount of ease and knocked him out cold with a quick right hook. You’d faced bigger. And even when the opponent was bigger or stronger, you were faster, more skilled, or just plain smarter. You may be down on your luck and out of money, but there certainly weren't any humans that scared you. Not in this city or any other. 

It was then that Elyon decided to approach you. His outrageously expensive and perfectly clean clothes contrasting with the filth of the street that so called Adderstone was currently lying in. 

Needless to say, you had no interest at first. He looked so delicate you figured you could probably just pick him up and move him out of your way if you wanted. But those ideas halted as soon as he pulled out a coin purse with more silver and gold than you had ever seen in one place. 

“An advance payment, should you choose to work with me.” he had said. You didn't want to appear desperate, but unfortunately that's exactly what you were. 

You followed him to a brothel more fancy than your vocabulary could properly articulate, and that was where he proposed the idea of you working for him. He needed a 24/7 bodyguard. And you had nobody who would miss you at home, any money, or even a home to begin with. That combined with your strength, fighting abilities, and street smarts, made you the perfect candidate. 

And so here you were, 6 months later, Elyons full time bodyguard. You had adjusted well enough to your new role. You had become Elyons shadow, following him wherever he went and protecting him in more ways than one. You had assumed drunkards or criminals would be the people you fought the most, but to your dismay, you were usually protecting him from handsy clients and opportunist nobles. Significantly less fun, because you couldn't beat them to a pulp. On the only plus side, you had gotten better at intimidating people with just a glance. 

Speaking of protecting Elyon from creeps, one of the noble women was getting a little close for his liking, you could tell by the way his black sclera narrowed, his smile politely tight. She looked to be a lesser noble looking to climb the social ladder, either in terms of business or pleasure. You didn't judge her for this of course, she was born into a certain family and was making the most of her situation. Something everyone does in their own way, you respected her initiative. You also knew there was no way in hell this would work out the way she wanted.  

You couldn't help but let a sigh escape. There was a good chance you were going to have to step in. 

You tugged at the high collar of your outfit. It was a combination of stylish and functional. You could easily move in it, but the silk was the same color blue Elyon wore, making it a beautiful outfit, and also denoting you as one of Elyons people. Which was useful, because then most people would steer clear of you. Or at least have some modicum of respect when talking to you. Still, you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in the silk. It felt like you were wearing a bad costume and everyone knew it. 

Elyons silver irises flicked over to you, a silent order.

Looks like you were stepping in then. Great. 

You swept to the other side of the ballroom where Elyon was, and smoothly stepped between the lesser noblewoman and Elyon.

You learned into Elyon, pretending to say something important into his ear, but in reality you were focused on giving the noblewoman a knowing look. 

Your eyes met hers, and she knew you were silently telling her to leave, but giving her the opportunity to do it on her own terms.

A slight nod from her behind her fan conveyed she understood what you meant, and to your immeasurable pleasure, she took the loss in strides. With a light smile and easy excuse, she gracefully exited the conversation. 

Elyon smiled at you, his slender fingers wrapping around a flute of champagne. As he brought the flute to his lips and took a sip, his eyes never broke contact with yours.

The two of you stood there in silence for a few seconds before you attempted to walk back to your corner and continue to silently watch him, when Elyon's hand shot out to grab your wrist, his grip light but firm. You weren't getting out of this so easily it seemed. 

Elyons silver eyes flicked to the hoard of nobles, each one waiting for a chance to ask him to dance. But you focused on a man in white in the middle of the group, his eyes trained on Elyon. A Sinobium cleric. 

Elyon had told you the most important part of your job was making sure he only met members of the Sinobium on his terms, and preferably on his territory. And that cleric was clearly looking to get in Elyon’s ear.

Unfortunately, not on your watch.

Elyon let go of your wrist to extend his hand out to you. An invitation to dance. 

“I can’t dance.” you murmured in his ear, as you took his hand regardless.

“Not to worry, I'll lead.” Elyon responded, firmly pulling you to the dance floor. 

You sighed and did the only thing you could do: follow his lead.

Your fine leather boots clipped against the gold veined marble floors, following Elyon’s movement as the two of you slowly spun across the dance floor. 

“If you think I’m going to thank you for doing your job, you haven't been paying attention.” Elyon murmured, a light smile gracing his face.

He was teasing you, clearly. You were at least close enough that you both felt comfortable enough to lightly poke fun at the other. Or at least, Elyon poked. You mainly just laughed or gave him an eyebrow raise or smirk that conveyed everything you needed to say. After six months, he understood your quiet expressions more than most people could ever hope to, which was slightly unnerving. The last time you had people get that close to you, it ended poorly. 

Elyon seemed to notice you were lost in thought, and in one swift motion his fingers closed around the collar of your outfit, tugging you close as the two of you continued to dance. 

The sudden contact snapped you back to reality, and on instinct you wrapped your arm around his waist protectively, worried he needed to be steadied. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Elyon questioned, his delicate hands smoothing out your collar now that the two of you were breast to breast.

Without a word, you reached up and tucked Elyons hair behind his ear. He gave no indication of shock or attempt to stop you, the only indication of him even registering the touch being the way his eyes slightly fluttered at the contact.

You pulled your hand back, and smugly showed off your prize. You had swiped one of Elyon’s small silver earrings. Elyon’s black sclera widened at the reveal. 

You could only smile back. You were part of a thieves syndicate for most of your life after all. 

You took the silver earring and stuck it through the empty helix piercing hole in your ear. You had gotten it when another member of the Syndicate had pestered you, but you rarely used it. After all, earrings would be a weakness in a physical fight, someone could try to tear them out. 

Elyons eyes were fixed on the little silver hoop that now graced your right ear, and before you knew it the two of you had been dancing together for the past 3 songs. This was probably some social taboo. Then again, dancing with a bodyguard was also probably taboo for someone in Elyon’s position so maybe he just didn't care at the moment. 

“We've been here long enough for it to be respectful, time to leave.” Elyon stated, already gliding to the door.

He did not have to look back to know you would follow. Your form constantly two steps behind him, always a respectful distance. Always employer and employee.

As you walked along the dark streets of Hightown, the glow of the moon caught your eye. Before, you were too busy surviving to take in the beauty of such things. Of course, your distraction was only momentary as you remembered your job. Keep your eyes on Elyon, always. As you returned your focus back to him, you realized he was already staring at you, peering behind him to watch you, yet his steady pace never faltered.

You knew so much about Elyon from a physical perspective, it was your job. You knew the part of his hair, the angle of his collar, the ways in which he would drape those silver chains over his cloak. You knew what the raise of an eyebrow or tap of the finger meant, it was all he needed to summon you to action. Yet his mind remained a mystery to you. Even now, as you stared directly into his silver eyes, you had no idea what he was thinking. 

The light of the moon reflected off them in such a strange way, his black as night eyes. You always wondered why they were such a unique color. If it was a sign of nobility, or something beyond the shroud. But you knew that topic was off limits, even for his bodyguard. 

Eventually you reached his manor in the heart of hightown. You imagined many found it beautiful, but to you it represented rest. This manor was the one place you were off duty, when you didn't have to watch Elyon every second of every day. The one place you could let your mind wander. 

The steel gates clicked open at Elyon’s touch. Magic. Only he could open the doors to his manor. 

As you followed him in, you undid the silver earring from your ear and attempted to hand it back over to Elyon, your outstretched open palm waiting for him to grab the piece. 

“Keep it.” was Elyon’s only reply as he headed towards the main manor. “I will be in my study. See you check in with me within the next two hours.” 

Most likely he was going to brief you on tomorrow's plans. Very well. But at least you had a little while to yourself. 

You gave a slight nod, almost like a bow, and began to walk towards the gardens in the back of the manor.

If you were to look back, you would have seen Elyon watch your retreating figure in the moonlight. He wasn’t scared you would catch him, you never looked back. Never at him anyways. His hand reached up to where his hair was still tucked behind his ear, letting his own fingers run over the tip of his ear like your calloused ones had done just an hour earlier.

If he didn't already have plans, there was a balcony on the way to his office he would occasionally stop at. It overlooked the garden, and gave him a perfect view of you laying on your back in the garden, looking up at the full moon, surrounded by blue orchids. 

It was a good thing he was busy tonight, because if he had stopped to watch you, he would have seen the way you flipped his silver earring in your fingers, the pure metal glinting light starlight with every new angle. He would have seen the way you stared at the small piece of jewelry, as if scrutinizing it enough would interrogate it into spilling its secrets to you. 

Yes, it was a good thing he didn't see that. Because then he may have gotten the idea that you too wished to be closer than a simple employee and employer. A good thing indeed.

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Hello!!! I saw that did so much works on vere and I love all of them,they are the best vere fics!!! I love how you characterize vere and make him feel so in character.

And if you're still taking requests, can you do a headcanon or fic being in a relationship with vere or maybe doing a fic about a confession between vere and the MC. Like who would confess and how it would happen.

Anyway, have a good day and no pressure about doing this request if you're not up for it. You been doing such a good job of all your fics, and you're my fav vere x reader writer!!!! <3

Asidhasjaisdhflkasdh thank you, the fact that some people really like my silly lil vere fics means so much to me! I try to write Vere as in canon as possible, I'm so glad that comes across! I decided to do something a little different than normal and do headcanons instead of a full fic. Thank you for the ask! :D

Vere relationships headcanons:

The core of a romantic relationship with Vere would be based on loyalty and understanding. Vere would have to 100% trust you would never sell him out, or leave him (I feel like he lowkey has some trust issues left over from whatever situationship he and Ais had going on)

Despite how secretive he is, once you get into a relationship with Vere, communication is key. He needs to know the big things, like what the two of you will do once you're both free. Do you want to stay in Eridia? Get revenge on those who fucked you over? (he's a big fan of that one.) Start a new life somewhere with just the two of you? All options.

I think Vere would find himself willing to stay in Eridia, at least as a home base. At first, he'd just want to burn the synovium to the ground, not caring what happens to the surrounding city. But if you want, I think you can steer him away from that. He won't admit it, but there's few things he wouldn't do for you. Not limited to, actually giving a shit about this soggy marsh people dained to call a city. You had friends here, it was one of the safest places for humans, and he had memories with you in this city. All reasons he could find ways to think fondly of Eridia. 

He also wants to know about the little things, like where you're going or who you'll be meeting with if it's someone he doesn't know. There are a few hints in the demo that Vere is a “fell first” kind of man, and he holds onto the people he cares about tightly, only letting a select few get close. He's not trying to control you, he knows you can handle yourself. Despite this, you're still human. If something does happen to go wrong, he wants to know where you are and who you're with, so he can come find you if need be, and kill whoever is stupid enough to try and hurt you.

Speaking of other people, how many people know about your relationship will definitely change over time. If you start off together before he's free from the Sinobium, nobody can know about your relationship. Ais at most. But after he's free? You're going to have to physically stop him from making out with you in front of the Abbess. If you really don't want everyone to know, he’ll respect that. But if it's up to Vere? It'll be the most obvious thing in the city, and he has three major reasons for that

One: his pride. Once the Sinobium loses its control over him, he's free to be as chaotic and wild as he wants. What better way to say fuck you to the Sinobium by making it clear you and him are an item now. They wanted both of you for their little experiments, and now they get neither. 

Two: his nature. Vere naturally seems to gravitate to being a touchy person, even in public. Its not intentional, its instinct. He cant help that his tail wants to wrap around you, or that resting his head on your chest feels so nice. So even if you ask him to keep it on the down low, itll be a bit of an open secret.

Three: safety. Once again, you're a human. No matter how strong you are, how clever, how impressive your magic, how good your foresight is, there will always be a certain fragility to being a human that will always haunt him. Even if you're the strongest person around, one dagger into one of your vital organs, and you're gone, just like that. But if people know you're with him, then there will be an understanding; messing with you is bad for someone's long-term health. Specifically, their ability to keep breathing. 

Speaking of human fragility: absolutely not. Vere is not the type to just accept he only has less than 70 more years with you and thats it. He will not “carry on” or “find the joy in the world they left behind” or any of that bullshit,. He will find a way to make you just as immortal as he is; he will not be left behind again. Don't go dying on him, because he will drag you back from hell if he has too. 

While your home base can be Erida, Vere does want to explore the world again. Go back to the places he used to haunt, see new sights, anywhere that lets him know he's truly free of his chains. If you don't want to come along, he's 100% fine with that; he appreciates his alone time just as much as you do, but he definitely wants you to join him for a few trips. Now that the two of you are together, he wants you to know every aspect of him, all the good and bad parts. And trust, he absolutely wants you to do the same. It's fine if there are certain things you don't want to talk about, you can't keep secrets like your curse from him, not while in a relationship. 

A/N: i hope yall enjoyed! I had a few headcannons about vere confessing but i wasnt really sure wether to go tragic or humorus with them, so i decided to leave them out. Maybe ill go back to it one day lmao. Make sure to stay hydrated yall, peace out ✌️!!!!

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sorry for writing in cursive it will happen again

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If you’re still taking requests could I have scenario of the Mc asking Vere what they’re soul looks like? I really hope when the game comes out we find more about that ability of Vere’s

I got REAL interpretive with this one, I hope you enjoy!

content: vere x gn! reader, sfw, cannon typical swearing and violence, 1k words

“So, what DOES my soul look like?” you slurred, the alcohol inebriating even your ability to talk. 

“Huh?” vere questioned, trying to raise his head from off the ground and failing, falling back onto the stone floors of his bedroom.

The two of you had been plotting in his room, breaking down a plan to impress a Sinobium cleric, when Vere had casually mentioned he had some very strong alcohol.

The high stakes of trying to trick an institution that could kill you both with the snap of their fingers was not exactly great for stress levels. With you having a meeting with one of the Abbesses advisors tomorrow, there was a good chance you could end up dead.

There was also a chance the two of you would get closer than ever to your mutual goals. You had been working with the Sinobium on a contract basis, finding them scraps of information whenever they called upon you to do some of their dirty work. But now, you finally had a chance to join their little order. It meant more access to their research, libraries, and information that could get you closer to curing your curse and freeing Vere from his chains. If it went poorly, they could kill you. Or close the door forever on ever getting any more information. 

There was also something else on your mind. You knew it was silly compared to everything else that could possibly happen, but something had been weighing on you for a while. If everything went perfectly and you joined the Sinobium in a professional capacity, you would have to spend less time with Vere. The two of you couldn’t have the Sinobium thinking you sympathized with him, or worse, were plotting with him. You would need to keep any public interaction with Vere as professional as possible. As a member of the organization who was keeping him chained.

The thought of the changes you would have to make, how intentional every word you spoke would need to be, made you feel a bit sick. 

You needed a change of topic. Desperately. Which is why you had asked Vere the aforementioned question. In your first meeting him, he had said some line about how all of the suffering you went through made your soul irresistible. At the time you were too busy focusing on not dying to really think about it, but it had piqued your curiosity enough to remember what he had said.

And with trying to avoid the fear of what you would need to become to work for the Sinobium, this seemed like a good topic change.

You waited for vere to elaborate, staring at him from the chair you were currently lounging on. 

“You remember that?” Vere questioned, head still on the floor. 

“Yeah. just curious.” you shrugged. 

Vere smirked. “I didn't really need to see your soul to know it had been dragged through the mud.” He joked. 

“Oh, and that's what's tasty to you? Mud soul? Your favorite food is mud soul?” you giggled, the alcohol making everything seem more silly in the moment. 

Vere wobbly stood up and laid his head around the general area of where you were sitting.

“Don't be stupid.” he slurred.

“Answer my question.” you countered.

Vere gave a sigh, and seemed to sober up slightly.

“Think of a soul like a piece of pottery you made yourself. The shape, color, decorations, etchings, they're all decided for you. Your personality and being forms it, and it's unique to only you. The suffering you go through, that's outside forces. Cracks in the pottery, chips in the paint, the wear and tear of living. That's the best way I can describe it to you.” 

You were silent for a while. 

“So, how exactly is my soul holding together?” you asked.

“It's… seen better days, I would imagine,” Vere responded. 

You let out a breathy laugh, but there was no humor behind it. This wasn't shocking, but it still hurt, just a little. That some piece of “art” unique to only you had been treated so badly. Could you have done more to protect it? Or was it always meant to be broken? If you had tried repairing it sooner, would it have been in better condition? All philosophical questions that ultimately meant jack shit to you.

“I don't really see the “irresistibility” in that.” you remarked, thinking about the fateful day you met Vere.

He paused for a second, then he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a small shallow white bowl, probably used to hold jewelry or other trinkets. The cream white of the bowl was intercepted with gold streaks running across its form, like gold lightning or veins running through the bowl.

“It's beautiful.” you remarked.

“It's broken.” Vere responded. “The gold is where the bowl cracked, Ais repaired it for me. It’s called Kintsugi, you highlight the cracks when you repair them instead of hiding them.”

You stared at the bowl, mesmerized by the patterns.

“Does my soul look anything like this?” you questioned.

“No.” Vere's answer was blunt, and honest. “But I think you could get there. One day.”

“Hm. not any day soon, considering i'll be joining the sinobium if everything goes well. That's not exactly conducive to a healthy work environment” you spat, a quiet bitterness building. 

“I'll be here.” vere responded.

“Will you?” you countered. “You do understand we will never be able to talk in public right? And I'll be the one yanking your chain.” 

“You'll be the one helping free me from my chain. I won't forget that.” he stated.

"Here." Vere pushed the bowl further into your hands. "Keep it. its not like I use it anyways."

You stared down at the little gold and white bowl, its beauty still mesmerizing, as you gently stored it in your satchel to take home with you.

The two of you lapsed into comfortable silence, the buzz of alcohol still fresh in both your veins. It's true, you didn't know what would happen next. But you knew a certain fox had your back, and whether you liked it or not, that was a great comfort to you.

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hiii!! i was the person who asked for part 2 of the protective vere fic and i just wanted to say thank you so much!!! i really love that you added elton because it’s almost IMPOSSIBLE to find content for him and sen 😭

omg i so feel you, theres so little content on elyon but his design is SO COOL. i actually got his pin from the kickstarter merch because i love his eyes sm! redspring studios my life for just a crumb of Elyon lore i BEG. im so glad you liked the fic, thank you for requesting and for your kind words!!!! 🫶

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Hihi, I hope you have been well!! I love your writing and characterization of Vere sooo much.

I was wondering if you could write Vere’s reaction to a sick reader and having to take care of them maybe? Thank you so much and have a wonderful day! ❤️

Thank you for your kind words!!!! This fic went through sooo many iterations, would you beleive it if i told you at one point hot springs were involved??? anyways, sorry for the wait and i hope you enjoy!!!

content: Vere x sick GN reader, cannon typical swearing and violence, SFW, 1.6k words

Kuras had warned you not to go out into the rain. But you were so close to chasing down a lead on your curse, you couldn't stop for even a second. Of course, when you got a fever so high you were seeing double, you were forced to stop your hunt. Kuras was correct, you should have quit. But you had trudged through rain-soaked roads before and never gotten so much as a sniffle. Which is part of why this cold annihilating you was so embarrassing. 

Your throat was dry. You felt like your face was on fire. Your limbs were so weak you felt if you tried to stand, you would collapse. Your vision swam with dizziness. 

Nothing could make this worse. You thought to yourself.

At that exact moment, you heard the lock on your door being picked with an ease so smooth it practically begged the intruder to open it. Even with your state, you could recognize the basic features of the man that slinked into your room, his claws gently clicking on the metal of the doorknob. 

Vere was here. And the universe had a sick sense of humor. 

“No,” you managed to croak out.

Vere cackled at your visceral response to his presence. And the fact that the biggest defense you could muster was a simple “no”. 

‘I'm here to help,” he purred, opening the window in your room to air out the smell of sickness and get you some fresh air. 

“I don't believe you,” you grumbled halfheartedly. Despite being sick, you still felt the need to waste energy bantering with Vere. He truly brought out the worst in you, yet you couldn't help but feel a twinge of gratitude at his presence. 

After all, he didn't have to spend his limited free time looking after you, yet here he was. Of course, him just showing up didn't mean he'd actually be helpful. You were 99% sure he'd throw a lukewarm towel on your head and call it a day. You'd bet your last copper on it.

And as you would soon find out, you would lose that copper. 

To your shock, Vere helped you out of bed and moved you into the bathroom, where a bath had been prepared. It was shallow water (Vere was probably trying to minimize the risk of you drowning), and the temperature was lukewarm, which felt cleansing considering the high fever you were running. Vere made sure you weren't going to pass out anytime soon, then left you in the bathroom with a fresh set of clothes and a towel. 

You were in there for a while, running the cool water over your feverish skin and trying to wipe away the thin layer of sweat on your brow. After over an hour, you finally worked up the energy to crawl out of the tub and dry yourself off, then slowly but surely you put on the new clothes.

You could feel your eyelids burning from exhaustion, and your face still burning. But at least you felt refreshed. To your surprise, vere had changed the sheets on your bed and opened the windows, letting the fresh air in.

The room looked significantly better than how you had left it, which was unfortunate, because Vere looked very pleased with himself. 

“Now that you look less like a corpse,” Vere began, “let's get you something to eat. I'll cook.”

At that line, your blood ran cold. Flashbacks to the last time Vere had cooked came rushing in. the pots boiling over. How he would put random spices and sweeteners in a dish without reading what they were. Him trying to sneak some strange looking piece of meat into a stew. How he delighted in the horrors he created in any kitchen.

This was his plan all along. Wait till you were sick then finish you off with his god forsaken awful cooking. 

“You're trying to kill me.” you accused.

“Oh relax, I can actually cook when I try.” he shrugged.

“No. No you cannot. Nobody who can ruin scrambled eggs can cook.”  you countered.

Vere gave you a smirk so devious that even with a fever it sent shivers down your spine.

“If you're wrong, what will you give me?” he questioned. 

“...”

You were sure he couldn't actually cook, but his confidence was making you question yourself. 

“Something within reason?” you offered.

“Your reason or my reason?” Vere questioned 

“My reason”

“Bore.” 

He held out a clawed hand for you to shake, and you reluctantly reached out to shake it. Despite his confidence, you truly believed Vere could not cook. And even if he could, his pension towards mischief would screw him over. You didnt think he could resist fucking with you by adding chocolate to a piece of beef or something stupid. 

You wrapped yourself up in a clean blanket, and shuffled off behind Vere to the kitchen that the Wet Wick had reserved for long term renters. It was a very small setup separate from the main kitchen, and more importantly, there was a couch in the corner next to a table you could lay down on. 

You were there for a total of 2 hours. On the bright side, the bath and fresh air had made you feel a bit better. Your throat had started to hurt less every time you swallowed, and Vere was even kind enough to get you some peppermint tea, which really helped. 

On the downside, you absolutely lost the bet. You stared in shock as Vere started kneading dough to make noodles, heat up some chicken stock he had brought, cut up three chicken breasts, some carrots, garlic, and celery, and cooked them in a mix of spices on the stovetop before shredding the chicken and adding the mix to the broth. He was making chicken noodle soup. With handmade noodles. 

Were you being fucked with? Every single time you had cooked with Vere, it ended in a minimum of one stovetop fire. Why was he suddenly competent? Could he do this the entire time? 

Vere saw your incredulous expression and laughed. 

“I told you so~” he teased while setting down a bowl of soup in front of you. 

You reached for the spoon and took a bite. It was good. The chicken was well seasoned and the vegetables still had a solid crunch to them, while the broth soothed your throat even more. 

“Gods dammit.” you laughed.

Vere snickered along with you. 

“Looks like someone lost the bet. About my reward though-”

“Can this wait till I feel better?” you asked.

“Nope!”

You sighed. “Let's have it then.”

“I want to taste the soup.” Vere stated.

You raised an eyebrow.

“That's it?”

“That's it.” He confirmed. 

“Of course you can.” you replied. “You made it. And for the record, thank you for making this for me.”

You took another spoonful of soup to your mouth, savoring the warmth it brought.

And then Vere kissed you. 

Your eyes went wide, you were so shocked you hadn't even noticed how he had slipped his tongue into your mouth and stolen. a. carrot. From inside your mouth. 

He pulled back, licking his lips as he reclined on the chair on the opposite side of the table you were seated across.

“Wow, I am an incredible cook,” Vere preened. “And your lucky Mhin had some chicken stock I could steal from them.”

What… what had just happened? Had you started hallucinating? Was it the fever?

No, you could still feel the sensation of his tongue in your mouth. 

You opened your mouth to speak, forgetting you needed to swallow the rest of the soup, and proceeded to spit it out as you tried to speak.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, soup all over your nice clean blanket.

Vere was already laughing hysterically, halfway to falling out of his chair. 

“What the FUCK was that??” you questioned, your tone one of shock, not anger

A prank like this wasn't exactly out of character for Vere, but you were still reeling. 

“You SAID I could have some!” he laughed.

“I didnt- I didnt say- well I didn't-” You attempted to sputter out a coherent sentence, but the feeling of Veres mouth on yours had made your brain entirely reset. His loud cackling didn't help either. 

“You could catch my cold!” you finally exclaimed, finding your words again.

“Didn’t you get sick because you were out in the rain in November? I don't think stupidity is contagious.” Vere stated. 

…

You threw a spoonful of soup at Veres' head. 

Of course he dodged easily enough, a bark of laughter starting up again at your attempt at revenge. 

You spent the next 20 minutes trying to swat Vere with your soup stained blanket, and him effortlessly dodging. 

Eventually you both calmed down, both laughing slightly as Vere turned away to reheat your soup on the stove which had gotten cold as the two of you “fought”.

What you didn't see while Veres' back was turned to you as he heated up the soup was how he lightly brushed his lips with his fingers, as if trying to remember a certain feeling.  

You were glad not to see this though, because if he was turned away from you, he couldn't see the redness in your cheeks as you stared at his back. 

You could pass it off as the fever. But as you finished your food and began to head back up to bed, waving at Vere as he headed out, you knew what would be replaying in your mind the second your head hit the pillow.

[consistencynevermether]

Aaaa I’m the one who asked for the protective Vere, thank you sm for fulfilling my request I absolutely loved it 🥹 Your characterization of Vere is unmatched, genuinely my favorite ever

im so glad you liked it adsfalsjsdj!!!!! I love writing him sooo much, vere is easily my favorite touchstarved character, finals finishing and the demo being updated within 2 weeks of eachother felt like the universe drop kicking me right back into my touchstarved obsession lmaooo. Thank you for your kind words!!!

[consistencynevermether]

whenever i see that u posted a new vere fic i cheer‼️‼️ i’m not sure if ur taking requests but i just read ur fic with vere proctecting mc from the workers in the brothel and i love it!!!! i was wondering if u would be willing to write a part 2?? 👀 maybe we would get to see vere pry some info out of elyon for mc

I'm so glad you liked it!!! I wrote a part two, but from Veres' perspective. I hope it's close to what you wanted! Also this is the fastest I've ever gotten to any ask, and I will probably never beat this record LMAOOO

Part 1: here

content: vere x gn! reader, cannon typical swearing and violence, sfw but once again, brothel mentioned

word count: 1.3k

It had been about two hours since the Vere had left the brothel, with you slightly wine drunk on his arm. It was late, and he was walking you back to your room at the Wet Wick. The last thing he wanted was you wandering into a soulless, or one of Leander's annoying Adderstones. 

The walk was shockingly quiet. You were both contemplating the plan you had explained to him on getting information from the Abbess’s private collections. It was a solid plan; some things could be streamlined, but overall, Vere thought it would work.

But almost more importantly to him, you had made a plan. For him. 

Vere had an expectation of how this little partnership would go. He would offer you bits and pieces of leads about your curse, and only give them to you when you made real progress helping him get free. Completely reasonable. A mutually beneficial transaction hidden behind the guise of allyship.

What he didn’t expect was how damn interesting you would be. The way you were able to pick up on his tricks and tells, and always able to stay just aware enough not to fall into his claws.

He didnt expect you to actually have anything interesting to say, ever really. Interesting wasn't a qualification for working with him, being useful was. But all it took was one walk where one of you had sparked up a conversation, and Vere found himself hanging onto your every word. You were witty. You were intelligent. You were creative. Somehow, every story you told was captivating, every observation you made was useful, and all the research you did looking up what exactly his chains were was thorough. 

He didnt expect you to care. But when he had opened up about how much it affected him to be chained down, you didnt just look at him with pity or useless sympathy. You were angry with him. You assured him that he was right to be mad, to feel bitter and alone. You listened. You were encouraging. You made plans to get him closer to freedom, not just talking about how it would happen one day. And you could tell when he was feeling down. It took Vere a while to notice you were conveniently always there when he felt at his lowest (you could tell by the way his ears flattened and his attitude soured). Somehow, when he needed you most, you were always quietly there. 

And now here you were. Defeated, without a lead, and still, you tried to help him. You didnt just tolerate him because he's useful, you enjoyed being around him. 

And loath to admit it, Vere enjoyed being around you. A little too much, he was beginning to realize. 

When he saw you walk into Elyon's brothel earlier, it was like he could feel you twisting a dagger into his stomach. Sickness, panic, anger, and jealousy washed over him in waves. He tried to justify it for a second. He was upset because you had been immune to his charms, and not theirs. But even as he thought it, he knew it was a lie. 

He didnt even know why he followed you in, but when he understood the situation, the wave of relief that washed over him was just as comforting as it was concerning.

And now here he was, walking you up the stairs to your room at the wick, about to do something stupid on your behalf. It was becoming impossible for him to deny why he was acting this way. 

But regardless, he watched as you walked into your room, not leaving till you closed the door, taking you out of his line of sight.

Now, it was time to go hunting.

When Elyon wasn't at his bar, he was at his manor. An extravagant and lavish property in High Town. Elyon was a wealthy noble, in more than just money. His influence spread far, even into the Sinobium. If Vere made one wrong move, he could end up chained to a wall instead of to a collar. Yet somehow, despite that, you were worth the risk.

Vere slipped into the shadows easily. You were good company, but ultimately just a human. You couldn't move the way he did, and within seconds he was in the heart of Hightown, just a stone's throw away from Elyon's manor. 

Vere needed only a moment to call upon his true form, the madness and chaos of the beast he really was. The power he had when unchained felt like a distant memory, but that didn’t make his more limited abilities any less deadly to the average human, and Elyon was just that. A human. 

Within an instant, the shadows wrapped around Vere, and the next step his leather boots took was on the plush carpet of Elyon's study. 

Everything dripped with wealth and class. The dark mahogany desk and bookshelves were of the finest craftsmanship. The room hosted many priceless objects simply on display for the owner to enjoy. The whisky glass that clinked as Elyon took a sip sounded clear, the result of it being made from pure crystal. 

The two stood face to face. Neither was surprised to see the other. 

Elyon motioned for Vere to sit, pouring him a glass of whisky as he moved towards the mahogany table.

“So,” Elyon began. “I hear that new little interloper is under your protection.”

“You're just now hearing about it? And here I thought your little spies kept you more connected than that. Such a pity,” Vere sneered, his eyes narrowing with every word. 

Elyon’s eyes narrowed, the silver of his irises contrasting against his dark grey sclera. The slight did not go unnoticed. But Vere was betting on what he knew: Elyon was a businessman. He would try to resolve this peacefully before resorting to calling in a favor from the Sinobium. After all, making an enemy of any monster, even a chained one, was bad for the longevity of any business. 

As it turns out, Vere was a good gambler.

“I cannot reveal the names of my clients to your friend. My business thrives on the assurance that my clients can remain completely anonymous.” Elyon explained.

“I won't tell this client we got the information from you. I'll gladly make up some lie about how I spotted them while they were in town.” Vere countered. “And might I remind you, as you so observantly brought up, you planned to kill someone under my protection. Give me the name, and we all walk away as if nothing happened. Understood?”

As Vere spoke, the air began to feel suffocating. Veres' pinprick pupils disappeared in a sea of red. He was serious. Even Elyon, with all his power and intelligence, couldn't stop the primal fear of realizing you were all alone in the room with a creature that considered you prey. 

Elyon sighed and began to write a name down on a sheet of paper, the ink of his ivory fountain pen slightly bleeding through the fine parchment. His perfectly manicured nails brushed against Veres' claws as he handed the paper over.

“Don't let this get back to me,” Elyon warned.

Vere simply nodded and began to exit the way he came in. Elyon had outlived his usefulness and was no longer worthy of any attention.

As he skipped along the streets of Hightown, he couldn't help but picture what face you would make when he gifted you this little scrap of parchment. Part of him imagined this was proving something. Look at what he could do for you. What he could provide. You would be a fool to ever choose some common human over him. 

Any onlookers that night would see a beautiful man, his cheeks as red as his hair, twirling a scrap of paper between his claws.

[consistencynevermether]

I LOVE how u write vere 😭❤️

omg this was buried in my inbox. I'm so sorry I didn't see this earlier, but THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! y'all are so nice istg :)

[consistencynevermether]

Hiii!! I love your Vere series so much, I was wondering if you could write a fic of a protective Vere?? Plot and context up to you!! I just want to see Vere being protective over the reader, please and thank you! 🫶

Heyo! I hope this is what you imagined, I tried to focus on protective vere buuuut I did also use your ask as an opportunity to include little sprinkles of the new vere scenes in the updated prologue. I hope you enjoy it!

content: verex gn! reader, swearing, cannon typical violence, this is set IN A BROTHEL so that context is in the background, but the entire fic is SFW.

word count: 1.9k

You were in a dangerous position. For the past few weeks, you had been tracking Elyon, the highborn owner of the most popular brothel in Eridia. Usually, you were smart enough to stay as far away from his people as much as possible. But there had been a lead on your curse, and it led right to Elyon potentially having met a client with the same curse as you. You had been trying to corner him for the past two weeks and try to get more information about this mysterious individual, but Elyon was slippery. He avoided your every attempt to talk. He probably knew if you got him alone, you wouldn't allow him to walk away from the conversation. Eventually, he had to confront you and offered to meet you for a drink in one of the rooms of the brothel he ran. It was his territory, and you were walking in blind, but it was your only option. 

This is how you found yourself in your current situation: in the most well-known brothel in Eridia, surrounded by people who looked as beautiful as they did dangerous. It seems like their work at the brothel wasn't the only work these people did for Elyon. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The woman to the left of you had some sort of electric-based magic coursing through her fingertips and gave you a dangerous smile when you glanced her way.

The entire room smelled strongly of incense, and the black marble tiles gleamed under the candlelight. The scent of blood would easily be covered up. And those sheer red curtains wouldn't even need to be cleaned. There were 8 people in the room with you, each one looked like they could kill you. The two exits were blocked, and there wasn't a window for you to jump out of.

Fuck. 

You reclined on the red velvet couch, you were sitting on, trying to act as casual as possible. Fighting them all was useless, but maybe if you surprised them, you could slip out one of the doors. Killing one of them as soon as they approach might cause some pause in the others you could utilize to escape, but it could backfire if they all charge instead. You could-

Your train of thought was interrupted as you felt an arm rest around your shoulders. You kept completely still, only moving your eyes to see who the fuck had snuck up on you. 

To your surprise, the face next to yours was a familiar one. Vere. You could practically feel yourself untense in relief. Not only because you had an ally here, but because your pride didn't feel as injured as it did a second ago. Having one of the other people in the room sneak up on you so completely would have been embarrassing. Oh, and they would have probably killed you. But you already knew how powerful Vere was. If he didn't want to be detected, there was no point in looking. 

“Well, well, well.” Vere smirked, “I didn't think you were the type to frequent these establishments. Color me surprised.” 

You flashed a sarcastic smile, and Vere returned it with one of his own. 

Honestly, Vere could make as many jabs as he wanted at you, because his presence had shifted the power dynamic in the room. You could see the confidence drain out of the other people in the room, all of them now weighing whether they could fight Vere and live. It seemed all of them came to the logical conclusion that they couldn't, as you watched them physically shrink back while fake smiles graced their faces. 

“What are you doing here?” you questioned.

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” Vere responded. “Of all the people I’d expect to be stupid enough to get trapped in a place like this, you'd be last on my list.”

“Oh, can I take that to mean you think I'm smart?” You teased.

“Hardly. But the first time we met, you walked right past me, yet you get entraped by this little place? Ridiculous. They didnt even steal your key.”

Vere paused for a moment.

“…did one of these people steal your key?” 

You let out a defeated sigh and explained the situation to Vere. How you had been trying to corner Elyon for weeks and consistently failed. And that failure had made you desperate enough to walk right into his trap. As you recalled your tale, you could see Veres' eyes begin to narrow, the polite smile never leaving his face. You knew him well enough to know he was getting annoyed.

“Well, since we're here, and Elyon did offer this room to you, might as well utilize it.” Vere smiled.

You, on the other hand, made a sour face. 

“I do not have any interest in partaking in any of these services,” you snipped.

You had just told Vere how you had lost an important lead, and that's where his mind went? The cavalierness of it all annoyed you. 

“Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, I meant drinking all of Elyon’s expensive wine.” Vere laughed. 

Alright, maybe you didnt mind the idea.

One of the people working here had already grabbed two glasses and a nice bottle, a smile plastered on her beautiful face. Technically, none of them had attacked you, she was probably trying to play this off as a misunderstanding now that you had Vere sitting next to you.

The woman began to sit down right next to you, so close that her silken dress lightly grazed your knee. Before she could fully sit, the hand Vere had around your shoulders shot out, grabbing her arm harshly. You knew the grip all too well from when you first met Vere, light, but with enough force to know that if he wanted, he could shatter her bones.

The polite smile faltered just slightly, but she quickly recovered.

“Allow me to pour you both a glass from here,” she said, smoothly attempting to stand and pour you a glass.

“Amellia,” Veres' silken voice cooed. “If their glass is rimmed with poison, I will kill you and your brother.” 

Vere finished his sentence with a large, fanged smile, and the woman's pale skin turned about three shades paler. 

“If you're worried,” the muscular man spoke up, “allow me to get you some fresh glasses.”

Vere lightly waved his hand, signifying to the man to do so. 

“You know her?” you questioned.

“I know everyone,” Vere responded. “Though apparently it does not go both ways. She nearly did something quite stupid.” 

In one quick motion, Vere shifted to lie his legs across your lap so he could lounge on the couch, using a pillow to prop his back up so he could still look at you while he used you as his personal rest. 

The mood in the room changed once again. Before, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife, everyone waiting with bated breath to see what Vere would do. He was your friend one day and could slit your throat the next, it wasn’t shocking to you that nobody in the room made a move till they knew exactly what he was doing here. And that motion seemed to solidify to everyone here that you were off limits. You even heard a few whispers between them, wondering if “Elyon knew about this”. Within 10 minutes, the room had been nearly completely vacated, only the man with the fresh wine glasses entered, and he left promptly, the beautifully polite smile never leaving his face. 

“Hey,” you started, “thank you for helping.” 

Vere gave you a sly smile. 

“How will you ever repay me?” he questioned, tone slightly mocking.

“What do you want?” You shrugged.

You knew Vere well enough that he would probably ask for something stupid, or something that puffs up his ego. You had already allied yourself with him, helping him get free of the Sinobium in exchange for his help in lifting your curse. He already had what he really wanted from you.

After a short pause, Vere spoke up again.

“I want you to answer me a question.” 

“If it's about my curse, I will dump this wine over your head,” you warned.

“It's not that.”

“Then sure.”

Another pause from Vere, as if he was taking time to word the question. After a few seconds, he turned to you to ask.

“Does all this,” he gestured to the room and himself, “really not entice you? Even a little?”

Clearly he was referring to this type of establishment and the offer he made you the first day you met.

“It doesn't really matter how I feel about it, I have more important things to do. I'm not going to throw away my chances at being free or my life for a moment of fun with a stranger.”

“I'm not a stranger.” Vere huffed. 

“You were when you offered,” you replied.

“So, would your response be different now?” he smirked, clearly back to making bad jokes to get a rise out of you.

“So sorry, you already got your one question. Too bad.” You smiled.

Vere rolled his eyes, but you could tell he wasn't actually annoyed. 

“Hey, I'll talk to Elyon. Make him speak with you,” Vere promised, his tone finally having a hint of seriousness to it. 

You couldn’t help but feel a tug at your heart. It had been such a long week, and you were so frustrated, and angry, and tired. And here Vere was, not only keeping you alive, but helping you fix your curse. Just like he promised. People could say whatever they wanted about Vere, he was a damn good ally. Nothing could convince you otherwise, no matter how cagey he could be about the circumstances of his imprisonment. Which you found understandable, it wasn't any of your business. 

“Thank you.” You lightly squeezed his thigh as you spoke. “Really, that means everything.” 

“Whatever mysterious curse you have, I'm sure you'll be free of it soon. Then you can focus on other endeavors,” he smirked. 

You chose to politely ignore his attempt to bait you with another lecherous joke, and instead topped off his cup with more wine. 

“We’ll both be free.”You assured him. 

A moment of softness in Veres' eyes. A silent understanding between you both.

“I can't protect you from the Sinobium,” he admitted, through gritted teeth. “But everyone else? I can protect you from everyone else.” 

“Well, if I can protect you from the Sinobium, and you've got everyone else, it seems like we have all of our bases covered,” you joked.

“Nobody can protect me from the Sinobium,” Vere barked, his laugh bitter.

“Has anyone tried?” 

The silence after that question stretched uncomfortably long. 

“Well,” you began, trying to lighten the conversation, “I actually do have a plan on accessing the enchanted items records kept by the Abbess, if you'd care to hear my pitch.”

Veres' ears perked up at the mention of a plan that would get you more information on his collar.  “Well don't keep me in suspense, tell me everything.”

[consistencynevermether]

UPDATED TOUCHSTARVED DEMO IN TWO DAYS OH MY GOD (also the new smiling Vere sprite???? MY GOD)

I NEED TO L O C K IN AND START WRITING AGAIN AFTER I PLAY THE DEMO ALSDKJFASDJF. as soon as i finish up interviews and finals i HAVE to replay the vere route when it comes out I'm so exited!!!!! this is a win for us vere stans and touchstarved fans everywhere the devs treat us so well.

[consistencynevermether]

Haiii!! It's been a while since I opened this app (life's been TOOOOO busy) and made a request (guess which one/s I requested lol) and I hope that you're doing well! Remember to eat and drink water. Very important!!

No asks for now. Take care of yourself!

(but believe me that this is NOT my first ask! And definitely not the last... Mwuahahhahahaa (be scared ples))

ayyyyy busy life twins! im working through my asks and I hope I get to whichever one is yours soon!!!! I love getting asks they help my creativity so much, so feel free to bring it on

mwuahahahahahahaha

[consistencynevermether]

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW VERE POST ON REDSPRINGS SOCIALS IM GONNA LOSE IT,,,,,, VERE LIKES IT WHEN WE ARE A LITTLE MEAN TO HIM????? IM GOING INSANE

Getting this ask felt like a medieval council meeting where a knight burst in with an important scroll from their epic quest. I LOVE getting vere news in real time!!!!

Trust I will be using this information in one of the asks I'm working on, vere fans just got an 8 course meal and we love to see it!!! I can't wait for the demo to update and I will be using all scraps of vere content for inspiration

[consistencynevermether]

Summer Festivals (Vere x gn! reader) (Touchstarved)

content: Vere x gn! reader, canon typical violence and swearing, slightly suggestive if you squint but definitely SFW, 2.7k words

A/N: I'm baaaack.This is the 3rd installment of my Vere seasons fanfics! To really enjoy this one, I would recommend reading the other two first (linked below!). I've accepted ill never upload at normal hours lmao. Thank you for your patience and I hope y'all enjoy!

part one (winter nights): here

part two (spring flowers): here

Summer was the worst season in Eridia. You knew this in your heart of hearts to be true as your clothes stuck to your skin, a sheen of sweat covering your entire body. Regardless of how well you handled the heat normally, the humidity here was like nothing you ever faced. It felt like you were breathing in steam the second you stepped out into the swamp that was Eridia. 

You had no idea how the locals did it. After you had finished working for the day, the only thing you wanted to do was take an ice bath and collapse in there for the next three days. Unfortunately, Kuras expected your help at the clinic, so instead you continued to work well into the day, assisting Kuras in any way possible before finally, he mercifully dismissed you. 

When you stepped into the wick, Leander greeted you with a smile and a pail of ice. My god, being friends with a mage was everything when it came to moments like this. 

“You're my savior Leander.” you expressed while grabbing the pail from him and heading up the stairs to your room. 

“No worries!” he shouted up at your retreating form. 

When you entered your room, Vere was already there lounging on your bed sketching something you couldn't quite make out at this angle. 

“Hey,” you said as you headed to the bathroom with your bucket of ice.

“You look awful,” he responded.

You narrowed your eyes at him. You knew he was out all day, so why didn't he also look like a disaster? He has specifically told you he was going out into the wastes today. 

Vere glanced up at your agitated form and gave a breathy laugh. 

“Heat doesn't bother me,” he answered, in response to your unspoken question 

“Heat? Vere, the air is soup.” you sighed. 

“If you can't handle it, that's on you.” he shrugged. 

You simply rolled your eyes and headed to take your bath. You wouldn't let this ice melt while the two of you bickered about heat. 

45 minutes later you felt almost back to normal. You were clean, had brushed your hair, and put on lightweight clothes. You smelled slightly spiced from the products you used in the bath. Vere always kept some here, even after all these months, and it was just expected at this point. The spice of his products now lingered on everything you owned. Which you were perfectly fine with, they were high-quality products. 

When you exited the bathroom, Vere was still lounging on your bed, now flipping through one of your books absentmindedly. 

You walked over and flicked it out of his hands, but Vere didn't mind as he rolled over to make room for you to sit down.

You did just that, and taking the brush you had just been using on your own hair, began to brush Vere's hair. He shifted so his head was now in your lap, his chin resting on your thigh. His hair was just as cool and silky as it was when the heat wasn’t unbearable. Life was not fair. 

“Hey, let's go out tonight.” Vere finally spoke. 

“I'd rather die.” you quipped. 

“Oh don't be dramatic, it's a lot cooler at night here. Besides… there's somewhere I want us to go.”

Now your curiosity was piqued. “Oh? Where might that be?”

“There's a night market that opens around this time of year. So busy there's no chance of a soulless attack. Not that we need to worry about those with me around.”

You rolled your eyes at his obvious pride, but it did sound fun. You had refrained from doing anything stupid like wandering alone at night, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity. 

“Alright, fuck it. Let me get dressed.” you finally relented. “Where's this place anyway?”

“The Amaryllis district,” Vere responded happily, hopping off your bed. 

Ok, so maybe nicer attire, even though it was a street fair. Definitely nothing with any layers. You had no doubt Vere exaggerated how cool the night got in Eridia to convince you to go out with him. But regardless, in less than 20 minutes both of you were headed out the door and ready to go.

Vere led the way, his stride surprisingly quick as he sauntered down the streets to the heart of the Amaryllis district. You followed at your own pace, taking in the nice walk. Vere didn't lie, it was genuinely much cooler at night. The breeze made it almost perfect. 

Soon you heard the heavy murmur of hundreds of people all crowding in the street. The entire main road was lined with yellowing paper lanterns that kept the area well-lit, but not harsh. Vendor stalls lined the street with everything you could imagine. From food to jewelry to wood carvings to clothes to weapons. Everything seemed to be on display, and everyone seemed to be buying. It was… nice. You couldn't think of a single major city that hosted many events anymore, much less ones at night. It made you appreciate being able to live in one of the biggest cities still standing. 

While you were admiring the stalls, Vere wrapped his arm around you and lightly put his hand on your shoulder while walking ever so slightly behind you. A faint presence so he didn't lose you in the crowd. You didn't mind. You were used to it actually, considering he did this whenever the Wet Wick got too crowded to stand. 

You walked the well-lit and perfectly even cobblestone roads of the Amaryllis district. You never felt a particularly strong urge to shop here before, but the quality of all of these crafts had you itching to make a purchase. 

The hand-carved combs, the hair sticks, leather arm bands, cute mini wooden statues, silken clothing. Everything was beautiful. But what caught your eye wasn't something for you, it was something for Vere. 

The hairpin before you was perfect. The silver matched his accessories and the bright red garnets complimented his hair. The silver stick was elegant, but not gaudy, and the gems were arranged in a way that drew your eye while still being subdued. Elegance, not extravagance. Most people might describe Vere as extravagant. Upon first meeting him, you thought the same. But you knew him now. You knew how careful he was in crafting his perfect image, and his genuine knowledge of the finer goods.

Yeah, you were going to get him the hairpin. After all, the night market only appears once a year, may as well make the best of it. You didn't plan on hiding the purchase from Vere, but he seemed preoccupied looking at some bracelets and didn't pay much attention when you handed the merchant the money and she wrapped up the hairpin for you. You could have waited to give it to him when his birthday rolled around next, but that wasn't till November. And you wanted to give it to him now. 

“Hey, Vere” you called out.

“Mhm?” he responded, still only half paying attention to you and half focusing on the bracelets.

You reached around his head, twisting the half-ponytail he wore into a bun, and sticking the hairpin through it to hold it in place.

Vere held perfectly still, allowing you to do what you wanted to do. 

“That's all. Let's keep moving,” you stated, continuing to shift through the crowd to the next stall. 

He reached back to gently feel the hairpin now in his hair while following close behind. He didn't thank you, and you didn't need him to. He would constantly give you his hair products and clothes he thought you would like without so much as a word, and you frequently ordered drinks for him or had some new food in hand to give him whenever you visited. The two of you were beyond needing to thank each other for every little thing. 

Speaking of food, the stalls that were selling some were calling your name. Nothing was better than some good street food (Vere disagreed with this point, but that just meant more for you).

Just as you were about to head to one of the stalls, a man flew past you, landing hard on the ground about 20 feet away from you. Blood poured out of his nose, like he had just been punched in the face and the impact had sent him flying.

You looked from the direction he came, only to see Ais standing there, blood on his knuckles, smirking like the bastard he was. Ah, it was all making sense now.

You and Vere both sighed simultaneously. You both knew how this would end. And just as you both suspected, another man tried to jump Ais and was promptly thrown into the crowd. This caused a chain reaction, and everyone began to push, shove, and throw punches. Great. 

Vere looked just as annoyed as you felt. What about the food? Before you could protest, Vere grabbed your wrist and pulled you into one of the side alleyways, away from the chaos. 

Luckily due to his quick thinking, you had escaped the chaos currently raging in the main street, and anyone who tried to enter this alleyway was given a glare by Vere so fierce they felt safer going toe to toe with Ais than entering the alley.

You were so focused on watching the fight, that you had forgotten to watch Vere, and hadn't even noticed the position the two of you were in. He had pulled you into the alley so quickly he had half-carried you here, and he hadn't moved away. His face was inches from yours, and you, with your back to the wall, had nowhere to run.

You were now very aware of your surroundings, and how it would probably be a good idea to add some distance between you two. A great idea really, because you could feel your heartbeat accelerate at the proximity. You could feel the mood between the two of you shift dangerously. 

If someone asked you why you shouldn’t be with Vere, you could give them a million reasons.

He was a monster who would live forever.

You were a human who was attracted to life-threatening danger.

He was a prisoner.

You were cursed.

He could never touch you. 

You didn’t know what he truly looked like.

He was a killer.

You wanted to stop killing. 

A million reasons to walk out of this alleyway. A million reasons to smile and pretend you don’t feel this connection that slowly tugged you into his life. 

But the two of you were inches away from each other, all alone in this place. The well-lit main road of this festival casts even this alleyway in a warm orange light. Yet the shadows clung to the two of you enough that this place felt completely private. You could smell some of the food from the vendors faintly, but it was overpowered by the spiced scent of Veres' hair as it pooled on your chest. The same smell your hair had. The air was still warm, but there was a soft breeze cooling everything down. It was like a spell. And for this moment, you couldn’t think of a single one of those million reasons. You couldn’t think, period.

You could only feel. You could feel Vere’s thighs pressed against your own. Feel his hand resting on the back of your arm, claws brushing against your skin, light as air. Feel his breath as it mingled with your own in the oh-so-small space between the two of you. 

Your body moved on your own. There was no control over what happened next.

The second Vere noticed even the slightest shift towards him, he moved to meet you in the middle. As if he had been waiting for your permission. For any sign that you wanted the same thing he did.

His lips were soft. Perfectly captured in your own. The second your mouths met, Vere deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in even closer. 

You placed your hand on the back of his head, pushing him further into your space. The hairpin you had just purchased for him clattered to the ground, forgotten. 

When you finally pulled away from the kiss, quietly gasping for air, Vere quickly adjusted, moving to kiss your collarbone instead. 

It wasn’t some passionate frenzy, it was slow. Soft. Like an act of worship. Every motion was calculated, so you could understand just how much he cared about you without a single word.  

You gently pushed him away from your collarbone and put both of your hands on the side of his face. One cupping his cheek, the other brushing a stray hair out of his face.

Vere moved to nuzzle his cheek further into your hand, and you reacted in kind, pulling him into your arms. 

The two of you stayed like that for a while. Neither one of you wanting to break the spell.  

But you couldn’t stay in this moment forever. And as the moment faded, the million reasons returned to your mind. All the reasons this was stupid, foolish, pointless, doomed. 

But despite every reason, you could only utter one thing.

“Vere.” You choked out. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“You fucking better be,” he responded, without a moment’s hesitation.

“If the Sinobium finds out-“ 

“I don’t care.” he countered, still not a single hint of hesitation.

“Do you love me?” You questioned. 

“I’ve loved you for so long, I think I forgot what it was like to not love you.” He admitted.

“How long?” You whispered.

“I don’t know,” Vere replied. “I didn’t want to admit it for a long time. And then when I did, I-“

“-Could think of a million reasons why it wouldn’t work?” You finished for him.

Vere laughed. “You could only think of a million? I had much more.” 

Vere finally removed himself from your embrace to look at you in the eyes

“I won't change. You need to know that.” He said. “I will not be any nicer to you. I will not stop killing just because you ask me too. I will not become a better person. You need to know that you cannot change what I am.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Why would I want to change you? In case you haven’t picked this up, I like who you are. That’s kind of a big part of this whole humiliating experience of being in love with someone.”

“It is humiliating isn’t it?” He laughed.

“Oh absolutely. And you of all people? The man who almost killed me the first day I met him? I mean, yikes.” You smirked.

“Oh please, you think you have it bad? How could someone who acts like you possibly get someone who looks like me? I really lowered my standards for you darling.” He countered, snickering. 

And just like that, it was back to normal. The banter you two had been using for nearly a year came just as easy as it had before the kiss. The only difference? Those unspoken feelings weren’t so unspoken. 

Vere leaned down and picked up the hairpin that had gotten tossed aside in the moment and handed it to you. Without a word you redid his hairstyle, placing the pin in effortlessly.

Vere offered a hand to you, and you took it. But you quickly decided that wasn’t enough, as you wrapped yourself around his arm, and leaned into his shoulder. 

Vere smirked, clearly enjoying how you were clinging to him, but he loosely wrapped his tail around you and easily matched your walking pace as the two of you stepped out of the alleyway and back onto the Main Street of the festival. By this point, Ais had stopped the brawl he had started, and people were simply stepping over the unconscious bodies to continue shopping.

The warm lighting danced off of Veres' features as you listened to him recount some story from a previous festival. His sharp eyes were soft when they looked at you, and his smile was relaxed as he spoke. You wished you could capture this moment and preserve it for all time, the way he looked at you. As if in this crowded street full of hundreds of people, it was only the two of you in the whole world.

 In the span of a few moments, summer had become your favorite time in Eridia.

[consistencynevermether]

Hi!!! don't know if you're still doing the Vere Seasons fanfic still, but I absolutely love both of them. And was wondering if you would write a fic summer scene where Vere and Mc explore the Amaryllis District at night :)

That's all I hope you have a wonderful day 💞

i plan to write a summer and fall fic to finish of the series, and i will 100% try to include something like this in the next fic (the summer one)! thank you for the inspiration and hopefully its not too long of a wait (calling myself out lmao). i hope you have a wonderful day too!! :D

[consistencynevermether]

Role Reversal (Ais x gn! reader) (touchstarved)

content: gn reader, cannon typical swearing and violence, sfw, 1.5k words

A/N: ok here me out. When Ais caught Mc from falling into the sea spring in the demo? What if we returned the favor 👀. Also, me posting twice in one day??? never happened before. anyways i wanted to try writing ais with this little idea thats been in my mind for a while. hope yall enjoy!

You could feel sweat drip down your chin as your chest heaved. When Ais said he would train you to fight against the best, you had no idea just how hard he was going to beat you to a pulp. 

The worst part? He hadn’t even broken a sweat in the 2 hours you had been training. Probably because you hadn’t managed to land a single. Damn. Hit.

You weren’t incompetent. You knew how to fight. But god damn fighting against a monster was a completely different ballgame. 

Even if you did manage to get a hit in, you're not sure how much damage it would do. Needless to say, you felt completely outclassed.

“Break time.” Ais deadpanned, looking at your tired form.

“Wait,” you managed to gasp out. “Just one more round.” 

Ais simply shrugged and raised his fists in a fighting stance. At least he had the decency to take you seriously when training.

Well sometimes. Mainly he was a smartass about everything

You steadied yourself and charged, intent on trying to sneak through his blind spot and landing a hit that way.

The next thing you knew, you were looking up at the ceiling of the seaspring. Damnit. 

Ais let out a light chuckle and gracefully sat down next to your sprawled out form. 

“Good attempt sparrow.” He smiled.

“Don’t lie.” You huffed, flipping him off as you sat upright.

“I’m not. You’ve improved. Slightly.”

You turned your head to see a shit eating grin plastered on his face. Bastard. 

You gratefully took the waterskin Ais handed to you. In all honesty, you enjoyed training with Ais. It was a nice escape from the crowded streets of Eridia and the noise of the wick. Not to mention you enjoyed your time with Ais. a part of you loved to compete with him, no matter how many times you lost. He was just so insufferable about every win without saying a single word, it made you crave victory all the more. 

Though today didn't seem to be the day you would accomplish your win. You knew you were improving because of Ais’s training sessions, but you were still not a match for him. That worried you, in the back of your mind. Just how outclassed you were in this strange new city where danger thrived. 

You didn't dwell on these thoughts for long though, because you had your own personal emotional support soulless, princess. 

The second you and Ais had stopped sparring, she had hopped over to rest on your legs, looking up at you desperately wanting some pets, which you gladly gave. 

You caught Ais looking at you and princess from the corner of your eye.

“What? Jealous she likes me best?” you teased.

Ais raised one eyebrow and let out a low whistle, and princess left your lap to stand beside Ais, awaiting orders. 

“Hey! That's not fair.” you exclaimed.

“Seems like I'm still her favorite. Sorry sparrow.” he smirked.

“Well-” you began as you tried to get princesses attention, “she'll always be my favorite and one day she’ll love me most. It's my great plan, you see. The real reason I come out here and spend time with you is all for the love of princess.” you joked.

Ais gave princess a look and stood up, offering you a hand as well. You took it and Ais pulled you to your feet. 

“One more round?” you asked. 

Admittedly it was probably a better idea to leave now, before the sun set. You knew you were safe in Ais’s territory, but you needed to head home eventually. The last thing you wanted was a repeat of your first night in Eridia. Especially since you knew Mhin wouldn't be there to save your ass this time around. 

You were just about to voice this course of action when Ais tossed a bag of some sort of dried meat at you. 

“For princess.” he said, then began putting his outer Kimono back on. Looks like you were done training.

You looked down by his feet and saw princess’s tail was wagging at a rapid speed, desperately waiting for you to dispense a treat. 

You took a piece of dried meat and tossed it up in the air, and princess snapped it up before it even began to fall. She looked back up at you, begging for just one more. 

You heard something that might be a laugh from Ais as he leaned against one of the pillars by the edge of the waters of the seaspring. He seemed to be sipping tea (or potentially alcohol) while watching you throw pieces of meat for princess that she would snap up and then run back to beg for just one more. 

What happened next, was a little bit of everyone's fault. 

You had thrown a treat up in the air just a little too close to Ais. 

Not a big deal usually right? Well unfortunately the universe decided to align perfectly with this one thoughtless toss. Ais hadn't been paying attention, taking exactly this moment to take a deep drink out of his cup. And princess, ecstatic to get a little treat, launched herself at full force towards the treat.

This culminated in a split second where you saw Ais’s balance falter as he was pushed into the seaspring by princess. In the months you had gotten to know him, you had never seen a shocked look on Ais’s face, until just now.

To be clear, Ais was never in any danger. Taking a dip wouldnt have an effect on him the same way it would have on you. And if he wanted too, he could probably catch himself before he fell in. That's probably what would have happened. 

But for the first time in your stay here, you reacted faster than Ais. Within half a second you were by his side, and without even thinking you had reached down, wrapped your arm around his waist, and were now holding him over the seaspring. 

For a good 15 seconds neither of you moved, both stunned to silence by your actions.

Quite a role reversal from your first meeting with him. 

Then you realized what was happening. For the first time ever, you had the upper hand. 

Ais watched as realization dawned on your face, followed by the most shit-eating, condescending, sleazy smile your face could possibly make. 

He couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter as he wrapped his arms around your neck and smirked up at you. 

You then realized he was still dangling over the seaspring, only the edge of one of his boots still on the platform, and you quickly pulled him up. 

“Thanks.” he smiled.

“I win.” You returned his smile.

“Is that right?” Ais began to remove his Kimono again. “Let's do one more round.”

One more round turned into about seven, just so Ais could ensure your singular win was long forgotten. 

Though, with every loss, you were staying up longer. You weren't any closer to beating him, but you could stay in the fight more. You were starting to be able to predict his moves and actually dodge some of them.

Which of course meant you now had more time to fuck with him. 

Hey, if you weren't going to win, might as well make it fun. 

On one of the rounds you dodged right and rolled behind him, standing up, you brushed his hair to the side and blew on his neck, causing him to shiver. You cackled as he caught you before you could retreat once again. 

“Someones full of mischief today.” Ais stated, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you in place. 

“Someone can't stop losing to me.” you singsonged, just to be annoying. 

Ais huffed before finally releasing you, clearly amused. 

“You'll sleep here tonight, it's too dark out.” he declared.

“Do I at least get a blanket?” you questioned, still riding the high of the day. 

“Annoying tricksters don't get blankets.”

“So I’ll get a blanket then, right?”

Ais did not respond, he simply tossed a blanket over his shoulder which you caught with ease. 

“Goodnight princess” you cooed. 

“Night Ais.” you said as you waved him off while he walked into his room, princess by his side.

“Goodnight sparrow.” he responded before heading off to bed himself. 

Maybe tomorrow the two of you would spar more. But for now you settled into the small guest room Ais had made up for you when it was evident you were determined to learn more about the seaspring a few months ago. 

If you had stayed awake a little longer, you might have noticed a pair of red eyes lingering at your door, waiting to ensure you were able to sleep. Never intruding on your space, but instead simply watching over you.