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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!

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“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 pull you close.

“Excuse me.”

He nods at the other students he was talking to 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 just 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 is quick to become 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 this, 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 seemed 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 of his own.

~

» 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 suddenly find yourself pressed up against the tree that he had been leaning on earlier. 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 the classmate of yours 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 their 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, brushing some hair away from his forehead before you ultimately decide to take a nap as well. 

~

» Sirius «

“Sirius!”

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

“A date?” he says, sounding amused. “I suppose 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 touch yours, 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 you alone, 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, hm? 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 want 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. You feel Vega’s hand suddenly stiffen 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 annoying 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 onto 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 need 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.

[multificimagines]

@ Arcana Twilight fandom if you want you can reblog this post and ramble or talk about your arcana twilight summoners and ocs!! I’d love to hear about them!

[multificimagines]

Can I request from prompt list 2:

Rio- hesitant kisses, but when they part one whispers "do it again. please."

Such a cute iedaaaa and perfect for rio!!! thank you!!!

1419 | CW: none at all other than spoilers for Rio's route.

Citrus [Rio/Reader]

Spring in Benitoite was calm.

Colder than Rhodolite, the sea far more ferocious from winds most days — and yet there was a sereneness to it all. Flowers blooming, the warming weather, and above all the anticipation for the warmth of Summer, for the overflowing markets to be full of people, and the trade of money for wares to be in it’s highest peak.

The sea pools around your ankles, sandals in your hands, as you walk along the beach.

It’s a rare day where it doesn’t seem nightmarish, like it could consume all, and perhaps it was cliché but you’d always wanted to walk along the beach, feet in the surf as the sun sets above you. The sea is painted a gold far more beautiful than you’d seen, oranges playing with pinks, the sand gently warm under your feet as the tide washes back out, also golden.

It was also a good place to think.

There were few other people and those who were about seemed to be in their own little worlds. Most of them were couples, you noted with slight annoyance, a frown marring your face and your lips pressing into a slight pout. The very thing you’d wanted to avoid was romance, and yet here you were, probably one of the most romantic places-

“Urgh,” you mutter, throwing your hands in the air. “What did I think? If I want to avoid that stuff I shouldn’t come here….”

There’s no answer, even when you turn to your side to find your friend. Rio. Valerio — whatever his name was. You quickly shake your head and relax your shoulders; no, he’s always Rio to you and he always will be. Your Rio. He’d barely changed since returning home, you were happy to find it when coming to visit him, but now he was a prince and everything was much, much more complicated—

Well, technically he’d always been a prince.

“This is absol- oh no!” you gasp, your exaggerated motions with your hands and arms causing you to lose your grip on your sandals, sending them flying into the sea. “No-….”

Briefly you think about wading in to get them, but they seem to have landed fairly far out and you’re not exactly a strong swimmer — plus, the outfit you’d worn was your favourite, all in hopes that Rio would look at you and consider you the way you wanted him to.

As a partner.

More than a friend.

Someone to rely on, depend on. Someone to be with; in happy times and not so happy times, when things were hard, and moments when laughter came easily.

How you’d missed him.

He had, of course, in typical Rio fashion, professed loudly that he’d missed you, too, before he’d been rushed off to carry out some important work and you’d barely seen him since.

Benitoite was pretty, beautiful even, but it was not the country you had come to see — and without the most important part of your trip, it seemed less the glimmering jewel you’d expected and more of a….

Cheap knock-off?

An imitation, perhaps.

It was probably your own fault. You’d gotten so excited for the trip, let your imagination go wild — days spent with Rio, laughing and acting like nothing had changed. He’d show you around, he’d hold your hand, and things would be as they always were.

The reality was dull and lonely and cold.

“There you are!”

You turn at the familiar voice, just in time for a warm body to collide with you. Yet, before you can fall backwards, even more familiar arms steady you and anchor you against him. His scent and warmth should be welcome, but they only make you feel more lonely and yet despite it, you can’t bring yourself to pull yourself away from him.

“Rio!”

He greets you with a bright grin. “I was looking everywhere for you. I’m sorry I haven’t been available.”

Right. Prince.

You quickly remove yourself from his arms, stepping back to increase the distance. Rio’s eyebrows knit together and he exhales.

Silence.

He shifts awkwardly and then-

“What happened to your shoes?”

“They’re in the ocean.”

“What?”

The way his eyes go wide, how his lips part in disbelief — perhaps the situation is too ridiculous but you find yourself laughing. “I accidentally got excited, I guess you could say, and I let go of them and-” you motion to the ocean. “They are now in the possession of the fish.”

You know instantly he’s debating going after the fish. His hands clench at his sides and he frowns lightly. “Rio, it’s fine,” you say, quickly grabbing his hands. They’re warm, as if they’ve been bathed in sunlight, and it’s as though all tension leaves your body at once. You’ve missed him, even more since you’ve been here and he’s just been within reach but— not even being able to glimpse him has been hell.

If you kissed him now… what would he do?

Silence sits between you again, this time less awkward. His blue eyes, far, far more beautiful than any ocean or sky watch you as if trying to understand what’s going through your mind. Your gaze is all over the place, his eyes, his nose, his lips —

You lick your own. They taste like salt.

What do his taste like?

Would it be wrong to kiss him? After all soon you’ll go home, the kiss can remain here, forgotten and never mentioned if it doesn’t work — he’ll probably be far too busy to see you again for some time, anyway.

You decide you can’t hesitate anymore and you quickly, yet hesitantly, brush your lips against his. It’s barely a kiss apart from the warmth of his lips melting into yours, and the blush on his cheeks when you pull back. You watch as he gulps, the swell of his throat bobbing and his thoughts slowly turning to him as his lips part and-

“Do it again, please.”

Unsure you heard him right, you find yourself staring at him dumbstuck.

Perhaps you hesitate too long because he pulls you into his arms and kisses you this time — this time you can taste him. He tastes like sunshine and like citrus fruits. Rio is clumsy with his kisses, it’s not something he’s practiced in, and neither are you — and yet you want more and more. His fingers tangle into your hair as he keeps you in place until he’s had his fill of your lips.

Then, when he has, he pulls back —

Another kiss, a light one, and another. As if he can’t bring himself to stop, a man parched who’d found a great lake to drink from, unable to do anything but partake until he’s himself again. Sweet nectar for a bird who’d spent the winter hibernating.

“I… can’t stop,” he whispers, moving one of his hands to your face to cup your cheeks. “I didn’t… I never… oh, you’re so cute.”

“Rio….”

He kisses you again, this time he holds your face. The way he does is tender, gentle; you are a treasure to him. You wonder, briefly, if perhaps Benitoite was as dull and lifeless without you for him as it was for you. This place he calls home that barely feels like somewhere he belongs — that was how it felt for you.

You’d been restless since he left. Home was cold and empty. Quiet. Every time you turned to your side to talk to him and found it empty. Gone. It was lonely, you spent less time at home and more time wandering streets and eating in bars just so the din of the crowd would chase away all sense of being alone. It was never enough. Home was unfamiliar since he was gone.

Yet each time he kisses you it’s like coming home.

His arms are the place you belong.

“Don’t go,” he breathes, resting his forehead against yours. “I want you to stay… please?”

He adds his adorable pout to his request and your heart flutters. He wants you to stay, he wants you to remain with him. To be with him. More than a friend.

“I thought you’d never ask, Rio.”

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[multificimagines]

More thoughts, can you maybe do a little bit of a fluffy Licht hanging around the kitchen and being cute and stealing bits of ingredients (chocolate, fruits, and so on), asking to lick the spoon, etc and just generally being adorable (Evie can make a guest appearance if you want hehehe)

MY GHOULIE HERE U GO A very short but hopefully very sweet.

I also experimented a little and it's my first time in forever writing in this PoV and I'm not entirely sure how I feel but let's go I guess xD

Carrot Cake Licht/Reader (no gender explicitly mentioned) Words: 1024 Fluff!

Of all the princes, even the visiting ones, Licht was perhaps the most unhelpful in the kitchen.

Oh, sure, if something needed tasting he was a prime candidate; all but ready to volunteer (after confirming it contained no carrots) for the all-too-important job. But, when there was nothing to taste?

Well, honestly, he seemed to make it his job to be as unhelpful as possible.

You knew that wasn’t truly his intention, and you didn’t really mind but sometimes — sometimes the way he stares at you, his eyes intent on how your hands work; when they chop, when they kneaded dough, anything like that. At first, you’d wondered if he had simply been worried when handling such large knives, but it was the same when no sharp objects were being used. He always seemed especially entranced when it was dough.

Any other time he’d simply be hovering over your shoulder, sometimes he’d ask questions. A few times he’d volunteered to get things from the oven but even those had gone wrong, and now he’d promised not to touch a single thing unless you’d told him to. It was just part of who he was. Licht was skilled in so many other things, but his shortcomings in the kitchen just seemed to be something else entirely — as if to make up for all the other areas in which he didn’t lack.

And, if you were honest, sometimes it sucked.

Not because he couldn’t make anything for you, or because of moments like this when he seemed to be your shadow as you worked; but because you wanted nothing more than to cook with him, side by side.

You let out a deep sigh, and instantly his hands rest on your shoulders, seeking aches which don’t exist because to him, anything that causes you to sound so forlorn must be something of great pain and he absolutely must banish it-

“Licht, aren’t you bored?”

“No,” he answers simply, cocking his head to the side. “I like watching you cook.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He pauses. “Am I in the way?”

“No! No, of course not,” you sigh, letting yourself lean back against his chest. “It just can’t be exciting to watch, that’s all.”

“I like it.” His tone is matter-of-fact, something you’ve come to expect and appreciate with him; his bluntness is one of your favourite things about him, maybe he’s not the most verbose and he speaks with his actions more than his words, but when he has the things to say he’s straight to the point. “I like watching your hands. They’re beautiful.”

Like that.

Instantly your cheeks burn a brilliant crimson, your movements stilling as you try to process his words. Not even his words — but how he said them, how simple it had been as if he’d simply been ordering a cake in a café, or even simply just… taking a breath.

As if to emphasize what he’d said, Licht pulls one of your hands out of the bowl and brings them to his lips. You’re far too shocked to stop him, your thoughts coming to a grinding halt as he takes each digit into his mouth, licking each one clean until the chocolatey mixture is no longer clinging to your skin-

“See? Beautiful.”

Just where had he learned to do that?!

He knows what he’s done too, he chuckles right in your ear, dropping your wrist to wrap both of his arms around your waist. His chin is happily perched on your shoulder, and you can feel the way the apple of his cheek rises pressed against yours that he’s smiling.

It’s this that means the most to you.

His smile. His happiness.

The fact, that, not only did he accept them from you now, but he seemed to seek them out.

Gone were the days he’d run and hide, insisting he didn’t deserve a single act of kindness; no longer did he truly believe that happiness wasn’t for him. That wasn’t to say it was always so easy, he still had nightmares; not as often and he rarely hid them anymore, but the days where he smiled, the days where he laughed, they were so much more numerous now.

Everything seemed brighter for it; as if there was some eternal light inside of the palace now. No, not even that — it was like even during the days when the clouds covered the sky, or during the night when the moon hung there bathing everything in its glow, it was as if the sun was always present.

Licht was warm and kind, and his heart deserved so much more than it had been dealt-

“Hey, I heard something terrifying earlier.”

Your ears perk up and you raise both eyebrows in question. From his tone it’s serious, but you know him well enough to know that this is a specific tone he uses when talking about the thing he hates most. His ire is almost palpable as he speaks again, his voice thick with grief.

“Someone had the idea to put carrots in a cake.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Carrot cake is quite delicious, Licht.”

He’s silent, but you notice his bottom lip jut out in a pout from the corner of your eyes. “How can anyone… do that to cake?”

“If I made a carrot cake would you at least give it a try?”

“No.”

The laughter that leaves your lips is bright and free at his instantaneous reply. “It’s really… not very carroty?”

“It’s an abomination.”

“That’s going a bit far, don’t you think?”

“No.”

Again you laugh and close your eyes to enjoy the moment. Perhaps it’s simple, perhaps to anyone else you may seem like you’ve lost your mind, but — these seconds with him, these minutes locked in your own little world where nothing is wrong and everything is right — they’re the most precious things to you.

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[multificimagines]

The First Cold Morning [Clavis/Reader]

Clavis Lelouch/Reader Words: 1174 Fluff!! Just sweet, sweet fluff. Falling4u CCC: First cold morning & It’s warm in your arms

You had known it was coming.

The leaves were beginning to fall, brown and crunchy under your feet as you hurried around the town of Lelouch. Each day the ground would be coated in more and more, and though the sun was brilliant above each day, it was quite frankly, starting to get a bit chilly.

So when you’d woken up that morning, an awful coldness in the room, the only thing you could do was snuggle closer to your lover beside you. Clavis simply murmured, still very much asleep, but held you tighter anyway.

It wasn’t freezing, but it was certainly much colder than you’d experienced before. Lelouch was further from the town you’d grown up in, much closer to where it got colder quicker and — well, now you were finding out just how true that was. You didn’t mind; cold mornings were a blessing, a sign of the seasons changing, a sign everything was right in the world. The coldness would kill plants off, animals would hibernate, and then spring would come, and life would flourish and-

“That’s an amusing look on your face so early in the morning.”

Clavis’ voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and the first thing you do when you notice his golden eyes trained on you is smile at him brightly. “Good morning.”

“Haha! You certainly can’t seem to get enough of your handsome fiancee, not that I can disagree with you. I can’t get enough of my fetching fiancée myself.”

You giggle. It’s hard not to. He’d been overbearing at first, going overboard for whatever reasons, but it was worth it for how happy you were now. Every day you laughed and smiled, and felt so, so loved and cherished. It was almost too much, and any time you’d find yourself getting lost in your thoughts wondering when something was going to ruin it, he’d quickly snap you out of it. It was almost as if he had a direct train to your thoughts and feelings; Clavis was ever sensitive to the smallest change, and though he was often indirect about it, he always cheered you up.

“It’s cold today,” you murmur, snuggling right into his arms which he’s all too happy to tighten around you, practically pulling you on top of him. “But it’s warm here.”

His chest is bare below you, and you’re only in his shirt, possibly the reason for the coldness but you don’t want to get out of bed, you don’t want to do anything that could possibly disturb this moment together. The moment he gets up he has to work; for now he’s yours and yours alone. There is nothing here, not even the sunshine, to share him with.

“Someone is greedy today.”

“Yes,” you agree with a slight pout in your voice.

“Haha!” Clavis’ bright laughter fills the room as he hugs you even tighter. It’s truly a delight to see him thriving, to see him so happy. “Mm, maybe we can spend extra time in bed this morning.”

“I’d like that.”

“I know you’d miss your breakfast which I prepare for you with all my love every morning-”

“Clavis.”

“So to make up for it I’ll be certain to prepare you a very, very special lunch.”

Very special in Clavis’ words was more of a threat or a warning than a promise, and you groaned, burying your face into his neck and pressing your frozen toes against his legs. He shudders and gasps, and realising you’ve found a weak spot, you find another spot for your toes. You have to do it quickly; too much time against his warm body and you’re positive your toes and feet will thaw far, far too soon for them to be a weapon-

“My love, I must say, that is an absolutely cruel thing to do to a man who dotes on you so absolutely!”

“Mm, put the complaint in writing.”

“Oh, I will! Haha!”

“So you don’t like cold things?”

“I mean, it depends,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing your back, against the skin where they’d crawled up the side of the shirt of his that you wore. His finer tips were hot, leaving your skin burning where they traced, and you let out the happiest of contented sighs.

“My lips are cold.”

He freezes, his face the picture of pure surprise.

“You don’t want-”

Clavis doesn’t let you finish; he quickly steals your words with a chaste kiss, his tongue coming out to lick your lips and you feel a shudder run through him at the coldness.

“I always want them, my dearest.”

“Mm, perhaps the cold is good. Especially when you’re here to warm me up.”

He breathes out. For a moment you think he’s fallen back asleep, as out of character as that would be, but as you look up a him you simply find him gazing back at you with pure devotion and adoration. His free hand comes up from where it had been resting on your bare thigh to brush along your cheekbones.

“I love you.”

He’s serious as he says it. There’s not a joke there, no laughter, no trap, and no walls. He’s being himself; every part of those words belongs to the Clavis almost no one knows, your Clavis, and yours alone. No one else gets him. You bring your hands up now to hold his face softly, your eyes carefully taking in each and every part of his face. You already know every inch of him; mapped every valley on his body, found every scar, every beauty mark, every blemish — your fingers know them better than anything else, but his face is always changing. Not with the subtle signs of age, he’s still far too young to show those, but each day he smiles, truly smiles, and his eyes sparkle just a little bit more.

“I love you too,” you murmur out. As always when you respond to him he freezes briefly; as if he’s expecting this to simply be a dream, as if he feels you might simply vanish into nothingness, or perhaps worse, laugh in his face and tell him you didn’t love him. “I love you so much.”

A small gasp escapes Clavis’ lips as you kiss him, so gently, so lightly that he’s not satisfied. You don’t even get to pull away before his hand moves from your face to the nape of your neck, his lips finding yours with a ravenous fervour; a hunger he can only satisfy by consuming you and nothing but you. It’s not your body he needs, it’s your love and he knows in that moment, or perhaps he’s always known, that he’ll do anything to keep you by his side.

Perhaps more cold mornings would be a blessing.

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Alpheratz whenever Schedar comes into scene: With all due respect, which is none-

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(spoilers [maybe idk does this count] for lessons 12 onwards)

ArTw players at Lesson 12: This can't possibly get any worse...can it??

ArTw players at Lesson 13: Oh yes it can.

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hi ^ ^ you said that asks are open too to discuss floor 13, so I just wanted to ask some questions if you're alright with it. Did the story's ending feel rushed? Like, the conclusion made sense but it would have been more meaningful if there were more floors to flesh out the characters and story. It was just one revelation after the other, and it was such a huge whiplash. I think it was also a little bit sad we couldn't have had a few floors or books(?) that allowed us to talk to the characters more once it was the aftermath of us coming back from Vega's home, because there were just a lot to unpack and it would have been a nice break from the recent, more action filled floors. but maybe that's more so on me wishing there was more content, so I could be kind of irrational saying this ;_;

but i also wanted to ask if there was anything you liked about floor 13? for me, I liked that pollux was given at least the chance to shine a bit, even with imo, a very abrupt character arc and conclusion.

I hope you have a good day and take care ^ ^

Ah I do actually have opinions about this!! I’ll start with the negative side first. Below the cut because this ended up being kind of long. And of course spoiler warning for floor 13!

So I do agree with it being rushed. Like 100% the last 3 floors were rushed, with floor 13 being the worst so far. I think that maybe the team was told they had a certain number of chapters to wrap up the story, and they focused on answering the questions and actually wrapping up the story rather than on the characters or pacing of the scenes. Which is unfortunate, because the romance doesn’t really feel like it’s started until after the destruction of the first tower. It also contrasts kind of weirdly with the earlier chapters, because in the beginning the build-up to the plot was pretty slow.

I’m also kind of irritated about the stuff we don’t get to see that we should have. There seems to be more that the writers wanted to do with the story, because if you notice there’s a lot of lore that’s never touched on in the story, or that’s only gone into very briefly as to be more confusing than anything. Spica never really gets tied into the main story the way the others do (by which I mean, Alpheratz had a past life that was intertwined with Polaris. Pollux and Arcturus had ties to the void mages. Sirius had both! Even Vega’s story peripherally brushes against the void mage storyline with the rifts, and is otherwise significant because he’s tied into the summoner’s forgotten past). There’s several references to mythical creatures that we never even see, despite it nearly always being referenced alongside Spica and the East. The summoner is extremely disconnected from Polaris, even after they gain access to Polaris’s power, and even for them to be such a small part of Polaris’s being, it doesn’t feel like they’re at all connected aside from the summoner’s inheritance of the pact and Polaris’s power. We never get a proper explanation of Sirrah, or what happened to him that caused him to become Alpheratz. We never get a proper explanation of what that reincarnation means, how common it is, or even really any acknowledgement of it aside from everyone understanding that summoner is Polaris in the same way that Alpheratz is Sirrah—which doesn’t make sense, because summoner is only part of Polaris, and only because Sirius salvaged that part of him. And speaking of Sirius, we never see any meaningful character development for him.

Anyway, I think what bothered me more than the pacing was just the ending? Like, no matter how you spin your interpretation of what happened, that wasn’t really a satisfying ending. More problems were created than were solved, and we have no idea what happened to the sorcerers, the boundary—hell, we don’t even know for sure what happened to the summoner. I get that if this is the ending of the entire game, then the ending was meant to be open to interpretation, but like…We’ve been told that the boundary will be destroyed (via Sirius talking about bringing about the apocalypse), and eventually the summoner will be turned into a monster. What kind of ending is that, when the entire game has been the sorcerers giving everything to protect the summoner? When there was so much emphasis on returning the summoner home safely, and when the sorcerers’ parting words to the summoner were genuinely hopeful for a reunion? Like maybe this was always meant to be a tragedy, and that would be fine, but a good tragedy would need much more build-up than this (which brings us back around to the issues with pacing that you mentioned)

But some things that I liked about floor 13:

•I kind of like what they did with Castor and Pollux, actually, but I think the reveal would have benefited from more foreshadowing within the main story. There are a couple of hints to it in his dialogue, the messages, and some of the hard mode floors’ extra scenes, but I feel like the main storyline should be capable of standing on its own.

•Also about Pollux, I went absolutely insane when I read this:

And I also really like how confused and traumatized Pollux is shown to be by this. We know that Pollux was probably manipulated into this by his brother, but Pollux still has very conflicted emotions about his brother, which he hasn’t been able to properly sort through because his attention has been on the summoner and trying to fix this mess. It also brings about some very interesting context, because if I’m remembering properly, on at least one occasion, Pollux’s brother is described to him as “disgraced”, or something similar. This switch happened very recently, so either Castor wasted no fucking time in causing problems, or the character we know as Pollux wasn’t well liked and was being told to his face that he wasn’t. Either way though…..

Also Pollux’s character being built on the guilt of enjoying being in someone else’s body and perceived as someone else. The imposter syndrome. The implied self-loathing. The fact that he even says he felt terrible because he felt like he was living a lie, but that he was enjoying that lie too much to tell the truth and risk it being taken away…god he’s such a compelling character now that we have the full story

•While I obviously didn’t really like the ending, I do love the way they did it. Ever since we were first told about Vega being separated from the summoner, we’ve heard so much about he and the summoner being told not to look back, and the consequences of that rule being broken. It really brought it full circle to have the ending be the summoner deciding whether or not to look back while trying to return home. (I’m also biased tho because Orpheus and Eurydice is one of my favorite myths ever, and I squealed when the choice was presented)

•I do actually really like the idea of the ending where the sorcerers say the summoner has to go home, and one day they’ll reunite. I think if I had written it, and I wanted to end the story with floor 13, I would have had the summoner return home, and then have the final scene be the beginning of that reunion. Maybe as an epilogue attached to floor 13’s hard mode??

•I love the scene where Alpheratz gets upset on summoner’s behalf when Schedar and Thuban are looking at them and seeing only Polaris. I’ve also kind of been waiting for Alpheratz’s confrontation of Schedar for some time now, because he’s been trying to protect the summoner from him since the beginning and has clearly always been suspicious of his grandfather’s interest in them. I think I would have loved to see more of this—of the love interests or even the summoner themself saying “No, summoner is their own person, and we won’t let you use them like this.”

•Pollux honestly just had some good moments in this floor. Him giving the summoner the cookies/pastries before sending them on their way was so cute, and also him being the one to ask them to consider staying with him….

But overall, I didn’t entirely dislike floor 13. Like I said, I agree that it was rushed, but I think it still touches on the right points to wrap up the story. The problem it suffers from was just that they had way too much to wrap up at once, which meant that it was a endless barrage of information with little room for interaction. Among the things addressed in this floor were the summoner’s (ambiguous) fate, Pollux’s story, the conclusion of the overarching plot, Castor and *gestures vaguely* everything going on there, the resolution to summoner and Vega’s…fight is a strong word, but it’s the only word I can think of? from floor 12, Sirius and his motives and goals, Schedar and his motives and goals. And all of that is just off of the top of my head. I think that the poor pacing also made the climax very um, anti-climactic. The fight with Castor just didn’t last long enough, I think, and wasn’t as challenging for the characters as it should have been.

Anyway, I want to hold out hope for a season 2, because it seems like the intent was to leave room for a continuation of the story. I’m not sure I believe there will be one, but I really want there to be. Guess we’ll just have to see what happens in the next year or so.

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So. Anyway. If anyone wants some Arcana Twilight content to fill the void left by whatever just happened in floor 13. My requests are open and I would v much like to write some stuff where the game leaves off

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Oh. Oh my god this parallel………

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This was my last straw..

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What my mc thinks about the others ✨

I also made the blank version. Feel free to use if you want to~ (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

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Since Summoner is from what’s basically Earth. Do you think they ever felt like they didn’t belong? Do you think they ever looked up at the stars and somewhere in their heart felt homesick? Do you think it was a struggle not to look back that day in the cave, even before Vega was separated from them, because they just wanted to go home, but the piece of them that was once Polaris ached to turn back?

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