#kuras x mc

[bizzxis]

Kuras appreciation post because he doesn’t get enough credit for all the crap he puts up with.

Credit to this fanfic by @softagenda for inspiring the last bit!

Tilt screen for better quality and zoom

Bonus: Vere’s damage from earlier in the day

[softagenda]

pillow talk (multi)

rating: m+

drabble collection: moments with each LI in the sheets, told through intimate and vaguely sinister drabbles

originally posted on ao3

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Preview

You stared into the smoldering fire by the bed, amidst the sumptuous blankets and furs, from the prison of his arms, suddenly cold.

Leander

“And how does the magic happen,” you teased, now languorous and slightly drunk, your body aching pleasantly and cheek pressed to his bare chest.

“Give and take, beautiful.” His hand stroked along your back, tracing a swirling, winding pattern.The rings on his fingers brushed a cool kiss against your skin. “Sometimes, it’s a small thing: a free drink here, a favor there. For others, well… every debt must be repaid in equal measure.”

A handful of free drinks. A room at the inn. 

Information, knowledge of the city, a personal guide. 

Minutes - an hour now, altogether - holding your hand, resisting an ancient curse, a risk of incalculable value.

You stared into the smoldering fire by the bed, amidst the sumptuous blankets and furs, from the prison of his arms, suddenly cold. 

The tip of a finger dipped in the valley of your spine and drew a line up your back. As though he felt the slight stiffening of your body, his hand settled against the nape of your neck, his palm a hot, firm weight holding you to him. His thumb sat below your jaw, stopping over your pulse.

Leander rested his cheek against your head and pressed a kiss to your hair, the words drifting across your ear like the mist enshrouding the city.  “The only truth of this universe is this: nothing is free.”

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Kuras

Candlelight brought you from the shadows of your doze.

Blurrily, you nuzzled closer to the firm pillow by your face when the familiar scent of  magnolia - sweet, slightly citrus, earthy - filtered through your senses, alerting you like smoke in a barn.

Your eyes opened. 

The pillow was, in fact, a thick, muscled thigh covered in a layer of white cotton trousers. Following the leg upward, you took in the sight of Kuras in the dim,  flickering light of a single candle by the bedside. He held a book in his lap, one hand idly turning a withered page. A thin trail of smoke drifted into the dark beyond his shoulder.

Gold eyes met yours after a moment. Even in the deep night, they glowed brighter than the flame at his hip. 

He smiled indulgently. “Dawn will not break for  a few hours more. Sleep.” 

You stared at that smile, blinking heavily, clinging to wakefulness for just a little longer. A thought nudged at the fuzzy edges of your mind at the smile, the eyes - a thread of disquiet amidst the warm cocoon of blankets and his body.

Kuras lifted one hand and turned to the bedside table. A thin stick passed through the flame, the smoke blooming like petals from the stem, before magnolias perfumed into the air once more. 

As the scent wrapped around you, filled your lungs, soothed the voice at the back of your mind, a large hand cupped your cheek. His thumb caressed the corner of your eye before coaxing the lid shut and lingering there, gently holding.

“Sleep. I am here with you. I will watch over you.”

You slipped back into the night.

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Ais

The soft bubbling of water woke you.

Your hand sleepily tugged the kimono over the bared edge of your shoulder. You’re curled into a ball beneath the thin fabric, legs fully tucked under the hem, hands curled against your chest, a tortoise sheltering from the cool, humid air drifting from the water’s edge.

Peering through the folds, you stared at the empty sheets next to your eyes adjusted to the night. Then, turning on your other side, you looked for him.

Glowing red eyes caught yours instantly.

He leaned against the open door. Moonlight painted his chest and shoulders pale silver, glinting sharp on the necklace that hung by his navel, his rings, his horns. A cigarette lingered by his mouth. As he drew another puff, embers burned and flared at the end.

“Want a hit?”

You sighed and rolled over on the bed, cheek pressed to the cold sheets. “No. Could use a drink though.” Your mouth felt dry, your belly hollow.

Ais held your gaze for a moment before releasing the smoke in a soft grin. He flicked the cigarette outside the door and strode over, bare feet silent on the creaking wood of the old pier.

At the edge sat a chalice. With two fingers, he hooked the rim, knelt by the red waters, and dipped it beneath the Seaspring.

The chalice full to the brim, spilling over his fingers, Ais took a seat on the bed and braced his arm over you. Several drops fell to the sheets; they wicked into the fabric, not fading to a blush but thickening like blood.

You glanced up from the stain to his face cast in shadow, the red gleam of his eyes thickening too, swallowing up his pupil..

“Drink up, sparrow.”

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Vere

A claw traced delicately over the crown of your head before sinking into the length of your hair. He stroked as though petting a cat - idly, indulgently, reclined against the mountain of pillows on his bed and curled above you with his chin braced on his palm and bent elbow.

You laid there on the sheets, sweaty and panting, every nerve in your body vibrating, aching with the ghost of pleasure and pain. A sickly feeling sapped the strength from your body. The gold veins across your hands and arms felt hollow as scorched earth.

“Can’t catch a breath?” His voice curled with smug satisfaction, the smirk evident without needing to see for yourself.  “All that muscle and misery, with the stamina of a virgin.”

Craning your head back, you glared at Vere through the messy fringe of hair sticking to your face. His claws pricked the nape of your neck. You arched your back away from the bright points of pain and heat.

“Soon, I’ll have you trained to my tastes,” he mused, his gaze trailing down your bare body. “Enough to sate me, at the very least. It’d be troublesome to have you burn out too fast.” 

Fur brushed against your thighs and stomach. His thick, russet tail flowed over your body in a fiery river, the soft pelt tickling over your skin. Heat radiated from it, the ancient magic humming in his veins, less volatile now that he’d taken the edge off.

After one last teasing prick of claw, Vere reached down and lifted the length of chain pooled on the sheets. He slipped the end around your neck and pulled through. 

Then, with a rumbling sigh, he leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes. “Wake me up before noon, and you’re lunch.”

With a flick of his hand, the candles extinguished. 

You stare at the dark ceiling, cold steel brushing your throat with every breath.

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Mhin

A chill settled over your skin, casting your dreams in shades of winter. Goosebumps rolled down your arms in a wave. Subtle, heavy breaths disturbed the peace of the night.

Your eyes shot open.

The window gaped open. An autumn breeze stole inside, undulating against the curtains. Clear moonlight spilled across the floor, illuminating the toe of a boot and a pool of blood. A ghostly figure sat beneath the sil.

Heart pounding, you held still, squinting through your lashes, trying to see the face hiding within shadow.

Thick leather pants and bracers. Flowing white shirt. Midnight blue hood, hooked to the collar with silver rings. The light caught the edges of messy hair beneath the hood, shining in the gloom like frost across a frozen pond.

Your hand released its taught grip on the dagger beneath your pillow.

Wrapping the blankets around your body, you sat up and leaned across the mattress. “.... Mhin?”

White eyes with red pupils appeared within the shadowed face. 

You shuffled to the edge of the bed. Glancing at the blood, you asked, “are you injured?”

After a quiet moment, they slowly shook their head. Mhin folded one leg and braced their arm on their knee. In their hand was a silver dagger, twin to the one you’d hidden beneath your pillow. Fresh blood licked the edge of the blade.

“Are the bodies on the roof or the street?”

Finally, a spark appeared in their eyes. “Strung them up like gargoyles.” 

You huffed a laugh. Fresh corpses lured Soulless like flies to honey. They’d never. “How thoughtful of you to help decorate for Leander’s party tomorrow.”

Mhin shot you a weary look that clearly spelled the fuck do you think, before their head dropped back on the wall with a soft thud. The bruises beneath their eyes were dark as plums. They’d never slept soundly, but since the attacks had started, a few good hours had dwindled into a half hour here and there at best.

You considered chiding them for a moment before sighing and rising from the bed. Scooping the quilt from the bed, you shuffled over and dropped down to the floor next to them.

“What are you doing,” they grumbled, frowning when you leaned into Mhin’s side. 

Heedless of the blood wicking into the sheets, you spread the bedcovers across their lap and yours before gingerly resting your head on their shoulder. 

Mhin sucked in a breath. “You’re not actually going to sleep like this?” When you only closed your eyes, they growled, “Ridiculous.”

Minutes passed. Then, “I’ll shove you off the second another wave hits. You realize that, right?”

You kept silent. Beneath the sheets, you found their hand and covered the back with your palm, fingers webbing through the gaps between theirs,  hoping to warm them.

“Your back’s going to hurt like hell tomorrow.” 

Then slowly, as the night and their body next to yours filled you with a sense of safety, their grip tightened on your fingers.

A smile slipped across your mouth as you drifted off to sleep once more.

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a/n: ending on a fluffy note - comments and likes are appreciated!

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 When you think you can’t celebrate your new years, your new friends make it possible.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Nothing much, Unnamed/Oracle reader, and reader is kinda implied to have Asian heritage, also pure fluff.

𝘼/𝙉 Happy Thai New Years! I’m so excited to post this because I finally got to write something for Songkran! The last few times I was unable to because I had nothing good to write, but this year I finally do! I do hope you guys enjoy this because this means a whole lot to me! I’ve never been able to celebrate Songkran in Thailand, but one day I hope to!🥺🙏🏼🇹🇭💦

You situate yourself in a lonely booth at the Wet Wick, watching as Leander entertains his gaggle of Bloodhounds and serves unique to questionable beverages.

Ais and Vere are chatting away at one end of the bar, lost in their own game, and Kuras is on the opposite side of the bar with an untouched drink that Leander thrusted into his hand; the doctor just smiling courteously as usual while watching everyone around him.

You begin to wonder if Mhin was here when their lithe form sits in the empty space in front of you, the couch squealing slightly from sudden weight.

Their lips are twisted in a fussy frown. “Gods it’s stuffy in here.”

“Nice to see you too,” you tease.

Mhin gives you a pointed look but their lips quirk slightly. “You look sad,” they suddenly remark, face falling back to neutrality. “Why’s that? Did some drunkard bother you?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” you assure them quickly. You then twirl your glass of water, the slowly dissolving ice cubes clinking together and the sweat of the water wetting your gloved hands.

“Where I came from, today would mark as our new years. There’d be a water festival going on and the temple would be quite busy. The water symbolizes washing away last years bad choices and karma. I… Hate that I won’t be participating this year,” you confess with a longing smile.

Mhin’s face softens, but they look away, unsure of what to say.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you assure with a light laugh. “I just wanted to be truthful. I’ll find some way to celebrate Songkran. Maybe if I’m lucky it’ll rain before it’s over.”

Mhin nods before muttering softly, “Well… Happy Songkran, (Y/N).”

You give them a warm smile, feeling beyond touched, and Mhin blushes.

“Thanks, Mhin. It really means a lot to hear that.”

They nod before clearing their throat. “Tell me more about it?”

“Well, almost everyone participated by either throwing water at each other or going to the temples. It’s just a fun event where everyone is collectively happy, unburdened for only just a while. Washing away the negativity and being with loved ones, and sharing a good meal too,” you list off wistfully.

“Gods, I miss a lot of things from home.”

You further go on to explain the foods you once used to eat, and how at the temple you used to live at, people would pour water on the monks hands and receive blessings in return. It felt nice to see their hopeful and happy spirits.

“I’m gonna go head up now before I get overwhelmed. Thanks for listening, Mhin,” you thank, getting a soft nod and mumbles from them.

You bid the others good night and tuck yourself into bed, doing your best to not long for what you once had, and not look at your wretched arms.

There was only one more day left of Songkran and each passing day you’ve become more and more depressed and moody, occasionally pulling away from the other for some space and so that you don’t ruin their moods.

You’re suddenly awoken just as you finally had managed to force yourself to sleep. Someone is lightly shaking you.

“(Y/N)…? (Y/N), wake up.”

“Leander…? What is it?” your grumble.

“Come on and get dressed. Quickly!” he urges, excitement blooming in his voice.

He pulls you up from the bed and you bite back annoyance, going behind a changing screen to dress more appropriately.

Once dressed you let Leander grab ahold of your gloved hand and pull you downstairs. You blink as the light stings your eyes and your aware that the other Bloodhounds are still in the Wet Wick, but they’re not as rowdy.

Leander has you stand at the entrance and you slowly realize it’s raining.

You blink and look at him. “I’m not following.. What’s happening…?”

Leander laughs and brings your frame into his. “Oh come on Sunshine! It’s raining! Look, Mhin told us about how around this time it’s your new years where you’re from, and me and the others planned a night of celebration for you! And we’re lucky it actually started raining!”

Your eyes widen as it sinks into your brain. Your heart races with hope and happiness. “You..?”

Leander chuckles, smiling brightly. “Vere and myself got musicians, and Ais, Mhin, and Kuras helped to get ingredients to make a few dishes you enjoyed!”

You cover your face and twist your lips to stop the trembling.

The familiar smells of food from home now hit your nose and you look back inside to see the other Bloodhounds watching with anticipating smiles and looks, and the gang at the bar, all looking pleased.

“Shit you guys, I’m gonna fucking cry!” you laugh out a sob, pinching you eyes to stop the tears.

Leander walks you to the bar and lets your take a seat. There’s curry, and a noodle dish you loved to eat, and you’re practically salivating, having skipped dinner to go force yourself to bed.

“How’d you get some of these ingredients? I haven’t been able to find any oriental stalls here!”

“We have our ways, Sparrow,” Ais winks before sneaking a glance at Kuras who looks just as pleased.

“We even managed to make that simple dessert you spoke of.”

You sweat a little, wondering if Kuras had a hand at cooking anything by himself. You look at Ais who gives you a subtle gesture of assurance.

You love Kuras, but that man was not skilled at cooking, bless him.

You relax with a sigh, thanking them all again.

Food is served to you and others and the entertainment starts up, the band skillfully playing their instruments, and even Leander joins in with a tambourine, dancing on a table.

You made sure to not eat too much, which was smart because Vere is the first to yank you into a dance.

You could hardly focus on dancing when the fox is so mesmerizing with his fluid and seductive movements, his eyes never leaving yours and that coy, yet infuriating smirk on his face.

Just as you’re getting into your groove, you’re yanked away by Mhin, separated from Vere.

Thankfully before Vere could kick up a fuss (with violence), Ais pacifies him by pulling him into an equally seductive dance.

Now that you’re with Mhin, they now seem clueless on what to do, the poor thing blushing brightly and holding your arm.

But Kuras remedies their awkwardness by initiating a dance. Soon your passed between them both, feeling exhilarated and still a little shy.

The rain outside becomes a bit louder and you pause. When you glance at them both, they understand your need.

Kuras helps guide you through the dancing bodies of others, Mhin glued at your back, hand gripping your shirt tightly.

Once at then entrance of the Wet Wick, you step out into the downpour, feeling a wave of nostalgia as you become drenched.

The music is still loud and you glance back at Kuras and Mhin.

Mhin looks a little guilty as they decide to stay put and you’re not upset.

Kuras shrugs and steps out to join you, the both of you continuing your dance, although this time it’s far more sillier as you hold hands and swinging each other around and then trying to do a waltz, you squealing when he dips you effortlessly.

“Hey, there you are!” It’s Leander and he happily joins in the rain, stealing you from Kuras and twirling you around, you laughing happily.

And shortly after, Ais arrives, and you’re once more passed between your dance partners.

Then Leander starts a water fight, using his magic to splash you and Ais, the both of you doing your best to retaliate with your feet.

Kuras is protected from any splashes, likely using his wings, and Vere and Mhin remain at the entrance, safe from the rain and threatening Ais and Leander to not even think about getting them wet.

“Cowards!” Leander mocks playfully before getting tripped by Ais, and you clutch your stomach as you all but die with laughter before eventually trying to get back at Ais for his attack on Leander.

In the end, you both end up on the ground and in their hold, still giggling and overwhelmed into happy tears.

“Thanks so much, you guys! This means the fucking world to me, and I won’t ever forget it!” your promise, flashing them a wonderful and bright smile.

And each one of them gives you an adoring smile in return, making you feel all warm and fuzzy.

“Happy Songkran, (Y/N)!”

[lucydoodlessometimes]

sooooo. guess who finally got around to the touchstarved demo and IMMEDIATELY 1) fell in love with the angel man and 2) had to draw an mc

[adastra121]

Touchstarved as Non/Disney Songs

Added the "non" part because some of these aren't Disney, but I still wanted to include them.

Kuras x MC= “So This is Love” (Cinderella) / “Looking Through Your Eyes” (Quest for Camelot) “I see the heavens each time that you smile…and suddenly I know why life is worthwhile,” “Here in the night, I see the sun.” I just think this is a sweet song for him.

Leander x MC= “I See the Light” (Tangled) / "Let Me Be Your Wings" (Thumbelina) "Anything that you desire, anything at all." That's basically what he says to us, isn't it?

Vere x MC= "Trust In Me" (The Jungle Book) You know that one ending in the demo? / “Love Will Find a Way” (Lion King 2) “There’s a perfect world shining in your eyes.”

Ais x MC= “Don’t Let Go” (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) I really just put this down here for the vibes. It reminds me of Ais. / “Candle on the Water” (Pete’s Dragon) I feel like if you put it in a minor key, it could give some unsettling Seaspring vibes.

Mhin x MC= “Beauty and the Beast” (Beauty and the Beast) "Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong…" / “I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)” (Hercules)

Sen x MC= "So Close" (Enchanted) “So close to feeling alive…” / "Ma Belle Evangeline” (The Princess and the Frog) "You're my queen of the night." Like her flower.

Elyon x MC= “For the Dancing and the Dreaming” (How to Train Your Dragon 2) "I have no use for rings of gold, I care not for your poetry, I only want your hand to hold." / "La Seine" (Un Monstre En Paris) I don’t know don’t know, so don’t ask me why. I just like to imagine him with it, maybe it gets performed in his brothel. “La Seine” is a homonym for “La Scène” in French, meaning the stage. The song could be about your love for the river in Paris, but when sung, it sounds like you’re talking about your love for the stage. For performance. And with his flower, the blue orchid, being a miniature performance in and of itself…

[3v3rl4stingbr4in]

Explodes them with my MIND‼️‼️

An art trade for @hollana with Kuras and her MC!

I had fun working on this piece and I am really starting to understand why one of Kuras's sprite is turning his back at us LMAO.

Upclose version under the cut.

[celosiaceo]

New Traditions

“Today is Saint Valentine’s day, the day of celebrating love and affection.”

“I… I’ve heard… it’s on July 6th… in my faith, and… it has no romantic tone.. that is new to me…”

“Well, would you want to celebrate it the local way, or is that not agreeable by you?”

“I… I wouldn’t mind that… actually… I was told about a tradition… if… if I may… offer you a gift..?”

“Oh? Oh my. Of course.”

“I...I love you… Happy Valentine’s Day….”

“I love you too, Hyacinth. Happy Valentine’s Day. ”

[asimpletable]

Of Figs and Angels

Love was a topic the Doctor seldom touched. 

He had ideas of what it should be like. Knew what it could be like.

Gentle touches on warm days and impassioned gestured on cool nights.

Sweet whispered nothings during the gaps in-between.

Difficult truths. Trying secrets.

Responsibility. Acceptance. Resolution.

Loss.

Repeat.

(Was it something he could still have?  Was it something he should?)

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First, it started with a hand placed on his chest.

(Really, it started long before that. Sinking into the mud with one arm less. Waking in a stiff cot, covered with only a thin sheet. The smell of clean cotton and sulfur, her first civil welcome to Eridia.)

He had said something silly, something daring. He was seated on his stool, a head shorter than her for once, and she so she too decided to try something silly, something daring.

With a hand on his chest, the smell of clean cotton and sulfuric on her, she leaned forward, whispering something silly that could make the most flirtatious flush.

But mid-sentence, he placed a hand over hers.

She looked down at their hands. His warm and gentle hand over hers, wrapped in ratty already discolored bandages.

Touch was something he was fond of yet gave sparingly to a select few.

Touch was something she craved yet feared.

Their faces inches apart.

She tried something daring.

A peck. A brush of the lips really.

The hand on her lower back, that urged her closer, told her it was ok.

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The second time, really there were many times before this, but this was the first on here.

It happened on the same stiff cot. A tangle of limbs.  When the teasing was too much a choked ‘fuck you’ was answered with a humored ‘soon’.

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The third time, busy as they were, less times in-between than preferred, it was a rare occasion for her to stand by his side in that cotton smelling room with that stiff cot.

Rarer for her to have helped him. This wasn’t her trade. Hers was the more raucous, the visceral kind, but more time was wanted, and this is what was offered.

Dull was the work, but it was better than no time together.

Then he did something silly, something daring.  It was small but it was enough.

She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down.

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The fourth time they were in his bed. This wasn’t the first nor even the second time but it was more than an in-between.

His bicep was her pillow. His elbow bent upwards; his fingers dangled above her face like a babe’s toy mobile. She pawed at them with her uncovered fingers. With her index and thumb, grabbing hold of a few she rolled them between hers. In deep thought, she squeezed them harder than expected.

He shifted beside her and asked “Are you alright?”

“Sorry, I just-“ She noticed the open book in his other hand. “Are you busy? You shouldn’t stay if-“

He closed it, revealing its cover.  He was reading a trashy mystery novel, of course. Always silly when she needed him to be.

His warm gentle fingers squeezed her too tight ones. “What’s on your mind?” He asked.

“I think I love you.” She said, without warning.

He saw shock, regret, then resolution in her eyes.

She saw surprise, hesitation, but he smiled warmly.

He pulled his fingers from her grasp and brushed stray hairs from her eyes. “You are one of the most charming people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.”

She wrapped herself around him, his hand pet her hair.

But there something wavered in his eyes. The corners of his lips did not meet them.

The bed is cooling.

(Could she kindle something to keep it from freezing?)

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The last time, they were in bed again.  There were more times between. They weren’t as busy, but the times were growing sparser.  

He was reading another mystery novel and she was gripping too tightly to his fingers again.

“Do you love me?”

It was tersely silent.  She can count on her fingers the number of times she’s stunned doctor’s to silence, but it was the first time his bed has ever felt frigid.

She sat up. “I’ll head out.”

He followed after her in bed, a lukewarm, firm hand on her waist. It stopped her, but she barely reacted. “You don’t have to… but if that’s what you prefer, where will you go?”

Her shoulders raised then slumped. “A room at the Wick, maybe?” The grip on her waist tightens. Warmth seeped past fabric touching skin.

“Maybe Vere or Ais have some suggestions.” His jaw tenses, fingers dig into her hip. It was a crawling heat, slow and spreading, but searing where finger press into flesh.

“Mhin might-“ The crackling sound of bending cardstock and crinkling paper echo bounce against the walls of the room. He sighs. From her side, she eyes hardcover bent inwards, divots developing in the cardstock from the mere pressure of his fingertips.

“I can arrange- recommend accommodations.” He amended. His broken book lays forgotten beside him. His freed hand brushed stray hair behind her ear. It ghosted her cheek. Perhaps to avoid trailing heat blisters on her face.  “It’s storming out. You should stay.” He says.

For the first time that night, she hears thunder.

They laid down once more.

She, on her side, faced away from him. His bicep is no longer her pillow.  His arm wrapped under her, his open palm almost greedily splayed and pressed against her stomach. His touch is almost scalding.

He, looked through loose patient documents, the broken mystery novel hidden from sight.

She played with his hair.

It was too warm, but she preferred it to the cold.

(She’d rather burn it all and roll in heat of the ashes.)

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[knight-engale]

a strange request.

pairing: kuras/oc, kuras/mc

words: 1.6k

summary: after receiving an odd request from morgan, kuras decides to check on her, concerned for her safety.

warnings: accidental/involuntary voyeurism, references to religious guilt

a/n: inspired by a prompt @popcornaddict500 mentioned to me a while ago. i would have made this an "x reader" sort of thing but due to the nature of the fic, it just didn't work out without being awkward, so instead enjoy my mc i guess lol

Kuras quietly flipped through his patient notes, occasionally writing something down. He was always so busy tending to the sick and injured that it was rare that he had a moment to thoroughly review and update his records. There was always so much catching up to do…so much work to be done.

He was so absorbed in his record-keeping that he almost didn't notice the sound of someone knocking at the door. Only when it became more insistent did he look up. He quietly tucked his notes away and went to answer it.

“Good afternoon, how may I help you…” His golden eyes turned downward, his eyebrows lifting slightly when he realized who it was. “Ah, hello Morgan. Come in.”

He stepped aside, allowing the young woman to enter. She looked rather embarrassed, pulling her cloak a little more tightly around herself as she came into the office.

“Hello, Kuras… Thank you for letting me in.”

“Of course. How are your accommodations at the Wet Wick treating you?”

“It's been fine… Relatively comfortable, though I do wish I had ear plugs.”

Kuras gave that comment a small smile, his eyes shining pleasantly. “Is that why you've come to me?”

“No… I, um. You said I could see you if I needed anything, right?”

“That is correct.”

“Then…could you tell me if there's any…sources of water near the city…?” Morgan fidgeted with the hem of her cloak, her pale green eyes fixated on the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. Kuras looked at her in surprise for the second time today.

“Sources of water? There is the river, I suppose… Why do you need one?”

“Ah…just…just because. It can't be the river, though… I need it to be more private than that. And cleaner.”

“I see. Unfortunately, I cannot recall any other water sources… There are public wells scattered around the city, which are free to anyone. Could you not use one of those?”

“No… It has to be bigger than that, and private. Please.”

Kuras considered her for a long moment. She was clearly distressed about this issue. He felt bad about disappointing her, but there wasn't much of a choice. He eventually let out a quiet sigh. Words came from his mouth before he could stop them.

“...There is one place I'm aware of that may provide the privacy you desire. However, I cannot in good conscience recommend it to you. I highly doubt it would be…safe.” He regretted speaking even as the words left him.

Morgan looked up. A few locks of her dark blue hair fell in front of her face. “What is it? The spot you're thinking of?”

He sighed quietly. “There is a freshwater spring outside of the city, to the west. It is fairly secluded.”

“That's perfect! To the west, you said?”

“Yes…but Morgan, I cannot stress enough that the safety of this spot is dubious. There is no shelter there; it is open and exposed to anything that may be nearby. Soulless are more common outside the city. I ask you to not go there.”

“If you didn't want me to go there, you shouldn't have told me about it.”

Kuras didn't have a good response for that. She was right; he shouldn't have mentioned it. But he couldn't retract it now. She looked determined to go out to the spring regardless of his warnings.

“Unless you have anything else to tell me, I should get going now. Thank you for your help.”

“...I've nothing else to tell you. I only request that you think about this. Lowtown may not be the safest of places, but it's still better than being alone and exposed out in the wastes. For your own well-being, I urge you to reconsider. The wells and river may not be ideal, but-”

“I appreciate your concern, but I can't do that. I'll be fine. Won't be outside the city very long at all.” Morgan didn't give him a chance to respond to that before leaving. Kuras stared at the door for a while after she left.

She was going to get herself killed, and it was going to be his fault. More needless death that he had failed to prevent.

Another knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts. More work, no doubt. He took a deep, regretful breath to steel himself before answering the door again.

~~~

Half an hour passed before Kuras had a chance to slip away. He wouldn't usually leave during the middle of the day like this, but Ais was looking after the clinic for now, and…he couldn't get the idea of Morgan, alone and without any protection, out of his head. The guilt was eating him alive. He never should have told her about the spring.

His only consolation was the hope that, if she had been attacked, she'd only be injured and not killed. Injuries could be mended, but death was far more difficult to fix.

That hope is what drove Kuras as he swept through the city streets. Perhaps there was a chance that she was alright, and he'd been worried for nothing. However, if she wasn't, at least he'd likely be able to save her.

People in the streets practically jumped out of his way as he went by. Few people wanted to be in the way of someone so imposing who was walking with such purpose. It made the trek to the west side of the city much easier. He hesitated to leave it, though. The fear of what he may find if a Soulless had gotten to her was uncomfortable, to put it lightly. But he'd come so far already. There was no point in turning back…and he would surely regret it if he did. He'd rather know, even if he wasn't sure he'd like what he found.

Eventually he found the courage to continue on his little mission and left the city borders. He knew the way to the spring by heart, so it didn't take long. The little spring was surrounded by moderately sized stones and tall, if scraggly, shrubs, giving some semblance of privacy. Just what Morgan had desired. None of the shrubs or stones seemed to have been disturbed. There was no sign of Soulless in the nearby area.

More importantly, he could hear humming. It was unmistakably Morgan's voice. He took great care to be as surreptitious as possible as he approached.

There, standing in the shallower areas of the water, was Morgan, bathing herself. She was unharmed, and apparently not even slightly frightened or bothered by the riskiness of her current situation. Her clothes were neatly folded near her, and a bucket and washcloth were settled within arm’s reach. Heat rose in Kuras's cheeks as she stood up straight and stretched.

He had, of course, seen her naked body before when he saved her from dying out in the wastes. But that had been under purely professional circumstances. There had been nothing particularly attractive about cutting away her clothes and stitching her back together.

This, though? This was…different. This time, she was awake and well. This time, it was impossible to not notice the delicateness of her waist or the way her back arched when she raised her arms over her head. He couldn't help but stare a little at her generous thighs and wide hips, the way they swayed gently as she washed herself. The way the water rolled down every curve and contour of her body as she emptied the bucket onto herself was captivating. And her breasts…they were the most perfect pair he'd ever seen. Her whole body was perfect, really. It had been ages since he'd seen a body so beautiful. So divine, in the literal sense of the word; she could have been easily mistaken for one of his own kind in a human form.

The more he stared, the faster his heart began to beat. The warmer his face became. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the living work of art standing in the spring. His gaze lingered on her while she ran her washcloth along her flawless golden-bronze skin. Even her hands and forearms, discolored and crisscrossed with gold fissures, were beautiful, regardless of the curse he sensed in them. A living work of art indeed.

But she was no mere painting, either. No painting had ever made him feel quite like this. This…mortal. This fallible. If he was being honest with himself, not many people made him feel this way nowadays, either. Very few could awaken this deep, sinful hunger in him. And yet she, this woman he'd known for less than a full week…

Morgan's head began to turn in his direction. Kuras ducked down, hoping he was fast enough that she hadn't spotted him. If she had, she didn't cry out in surprise or even speak a word. He sat on the hard, dusty ground, trying to settle himself. As if accidentally seeing her in such a vulnerable situation wasn't bad enough, his mind couldn't shake the mental image of her, either. He almost couldn't help but feel…dirty. Dirty, and greatly intrigued, captivated by the spell her image put on him.

He would…have to consider these feelings more later. Privately. And perhaps, if he concluded that he hadn't done anything wrong in thinking of her in such a sinful way…perhaps he'd say something to her. He wasn't sure what he would say, but he felt the need to express his...appreciation of her beauty somehow. Perhaps this was a rare mercy, a god-given opportunity to fill the void of loneliness in his ancient heart. Only time would tell.

[cursed-nyxan]

Did I use my native language to make a horny joke?

[sunny-knightsky]

Just throwing all of my Adrastea's drawing on this account, you might have already seen everything but the headshot one

[stawdynchill]

Imagine having a staring contest with the touchstarved LIs. How is this going to unfold and who’s gonna win?

[softagenda]

antidote (kuras)

kuras x reader(f)

aphrodisiac au / short fic

series: sweet poison (scenario-based collection of character imagines)

originally posted on ao3

masterlist

Preview

You’re an idiot for drinking that. An absolute idiot.

You’re spilled across the floor, head swimming, burning from the inside as though you’d swallowed a star. The velvet rug brushed soft and cloying against your prickling skin as you squirmed, your heart pounding in your ears and beating an insistent rhythm in your groin.

Cooing at you from the table, her cat’s eyes curled in satisfaction, Morgana asked, “Something the matter? You look positively feverish.” She twirled a curly black lock around her finger.

Bitch. 

Paintings of naked people - bathing in springs, dancing around a fire, having an orgy in front of a temple - swirled into one colorful blob as you turned on your side, fisting the rug. You attempted to pull yourself to where you remembered the door but stalled a couple inches in, weak as a newborn kitten and stifling a moan as your body rubbed on the carpet.

“Now, now, where’s the fire? Stay a while.” She rose from her chair and stood over you, her arms crossing under her full chest. “You’re clearly hot under the collar. The thought of you wandering the streets like this concerns me deeply.”

You glared up at her, using every ounce of willpower not to writhe on the floor like a worm on a hook. Your hand felt clumsily around your hip for the dagger. 

“I’ll take that,” she chirped, snatching the weapon from your belt and tossing it behind her. “Can’t have you nicking that lovely skin.” Her heel braced on the other side of you, straddling your back. Her hands tugged the shirt from your waist before dragging warm palms up your back, her nails scratching on the return journey.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan rocketing through your chest, as every nerve in your body vibrated with electric pleasure. Your hips pressed hard into the floor, growing ever desperate for friction even as you struggled to focus.

Morgana sunk her hand into your nape, drawing your hair back from your face. When she leaned down to brush her painted lips against your ear, goosebumps erupted down your neck. “We’ll start with the bandages, shall we?”

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With her left hand holding your head to the ground, Morgana traced her right across your shoulder, scratching gently at the fabric here and there as though offering scritches along a cat’s back. 

You bit the inside of your cheek until the taste of blood slipped over your tongue. 

Heavy footsteps echoed from the stairs, accompanied by the faint murmur of voices, until the conversation slipped amongst the folds of the curtains. ‘-- with a client right now, but she will address the issue as soon as she is available. So, please - “

A knock sounded at the door.

Morgana froze. Her grip tightened on your neck, nails pricking your skin. 

A woman’s voice pleaded, her voice hushed but increasingly frantic, “Please, sir, the mistress must not be disturbed -” 

“Pardon my intrusion,” said the man, opening the door with only a moment’s pause, clearly not giving a single fuck about his clear intrusion.

You squinted through your hair, recognized the spotless white coat and curling waterfall of hair trailing over his chest, before letting your face fall to the floor once more, a whine of humiliation stifled against the luxurious threads.

Of all people to walk in like this. What must he think of you, trapped under a pleasure house mistress?

“Doctor, while I am forever grateful for your services, I must say this is rather… inappropriate,” Morgana purred, just enough of an edge to her voice to bare her claws. 

Kuras folded one hand on his chest and gave a short bow, his glowing eyes holding hers, his smile sweet. “I do apologize, but I fear the matter is quite urgent. When your employee visited my clinic this afternoon, they appear to have grabbed another patient’s prescription.”

She froze. “Oh?”

“Yes. This patient suffered from infection of the stomach, brought on by parasitic worms crushed into his food. I had a vial of evulsion agent waiting for him.” His gaze swept the room perfunctorily, passing over the massive bed piled with silks, the open chest of brightly colored sex toys, and the lurid paintings on the wall without batting an eye, before settling on the table, where the bottle of aphrodisiac had tipped on its side..

Kuras strode into the room, skirting around your tangled form, his brow furrowing slightly. “Ah.”

Morgana shifted uneasily, inadvertently sending a shiver down your back. “What?” She paused. “Was that not Fever Dream?” 

With a hum in the back of his throat, the doctor stepped back and stared down into your face, his expression purely clinical. “Do you know how much she consumed?”

“... at least half.”

“Ah.”

“What’s going to happen?” All lustre and verve had dropped like a stone from her voice. Her hands still pinned you in place, but her palms curled away like she was touching something contagious or slimy. “What are the side effects? She seemed fine - no different from the usual effects of the drug.”

“Well, I suppose the initial symptoms present in similar ways. Fever, confusion, muscle weakness, temporary loss of motor function.” Kuras paused then added, “Treatment of parasitic infestation of the stomach naturally involves expulsion of the organisms.”

The body hovering on your back vanished in a heartbeat. 

“She’s about to start vomiting?” Morgana snapped her fingers at the woman lingering in the doorway. “Imelda. Carry her to the back entrance, now.”

Kuras interrupted with a wave of his hand. “No need.”

Polished white boots stopped inches from your hand, twisting feebly in the rug. With a feeble twist, you met his gaze, teeth gritted against the fire swimming in your veins. 

“Do not be afraid. I can treat what ails you,” he consoled, the essence of civility and professionalism, but for his eyes, the gold brimming with hidden amusement. His arms slipped under your shoulders and knees, lifting you up to his chest with ease. “My lovely patient.”

“Thank you for your quick handling of the situation, Doctor,” Morgana said, trailing behind as Kuras turned on his heel and strode out of the room. “Is the rest of the order contaminated, or just the one bottle?”

“The rest should be fine.” 

Not soon enough, he stepped out onto the street. Cool air washed over you in a wave, exhuming the heavy incense and smoke from your lungs and nose. Your legs and outside arm swayed with every step, draped over him like a limpet. Cheek pressed to his chest, you could smell the scent of herbs and magnolia pressed into his clothing - maybe his skin, after all this time. 

Your nose pressed into the crook of his neck before you could stop yourself. Your mouth opened, lips brushing against his skin, wrestling desperately with the temptation to lick, to taste.

“Kuras,” you said, breathless, voice cracking. 

He watched you from above, with that impartial curiosity he had always affected when working with patients, except his eyes. The intensity, unblinking and frightening, of those golden eyes reached deep down into your gut with fear and arousal.

His mouth curved at the edges. “You must be feeling the effects quite strongly now.” His head lowered until his breath drifted over your ear. “Feverish. Elevated pulse. Heightened arousal,” he murmured, velvet smooth.

A full-body shudder wracked through you. 

Kuras smiled. “Once we return to the clinic, I can administer the antidote.” At your confused look, he added, “the privacy of my patients is of the utmost importance. My tendency has never trended toward exhibitionism.”

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a/n: thanks for reading!

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 (𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙚 & 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙨)

𝙎��𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 You couldn’t predict this.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Horror, blood and violence, gore, unrequited love, stalking, murder, paranoia, nightmares, hallucinations, manipulation, gaslighting, mentions of sleep deprivation and insomnia, implied/referenced to self harming, choking, organ stealing, spiteful behavior, slight details of broken body, mentions of entrails.

𝘼/𝙉 I originally planned for this to be a oneshot, but I started disliking it when it started typing what I wrote. So I decided to format it this way! Maybe you’ll get the full fic one day!

I saw a picture on tumblr of a slightly scary looking Vere with sharp teeth and it got me thinking! Plus I wanted to try and practice some horror! This isn’t necessarily yandere but you can think that if you want! This is more of Vere being spiteful because he wasn’t picked. If it was anyone other than Kuras, he probably wouldn’t do this (in my mind anyways). Please heed the warnings y’all.

— Jealous!Vere who has feelings for you but he’s not one to be super open about how he feels.

— Jealous!Vere who only gives you nuggets of his feelings, you think he’s just being Vere, a flirt, but he thinks he’s being obvious when he’s flirting with you.

— Jealous!Vere who found out you’re dating that fucking doctor when he saw you both sharing a kiss under the moon in a lonely alleyway.

— Jealous!Vere who’s beyond hurt and angry he starts treating you like how he did before. Sharp remarks coated with sugary playfulness, gaslighting you whenever you try to ask about his sudden change of behavior.

— Jealous!Vere who starts poisoning your mind. He starts stalking you and you believe it’s people from the Senobium. It’s all too perfect and once you’re paranoid enough, he starts tormenting your dreams, turning them into haunting nightmares.

— Jealous!Vere who feigns concern when he hears from Ais that you’re rapidly deteriorating, only able to sleep for short periods at a time.

— Jealous!Vere who starts making you feel like you’re hallucinating when it’s just his shadows.

— Jealous!Vere who caught you self harming in the alley when you excused yourself from the group suddenly. He was beyond amused, having caught you doing something like that and knowing Kuras has no idea about your new habit either.

— Jealous!Vere who scares and confuses you as he just stares at you, blood dripping from your cursed arm. Did his teeth just change? Were they suddenly razor sharp when he licked the wine from his lips.

“Better bandage that. Who knows what you’ll attract~.”

— Jealous!Vere who didn’t tell a soul what he witnessed.

— Jealous!Vere who waits for you to come crawling to him for answers and instead of answering you, he tempts you with a “cure”.

— Jealous!Vere who refrains for grinning as you readily accept his help, and he takes you far away where it’s quiet, the moon being the only witness.

— Jealous!Vere who continues with his story, claiming you have a nasty monster clinging to your shadow and slowly feeding from you.

— Jealous!Vere who smiles warmly at your inquiry again about why he’s been treating you so differently. He caresses your face to further assure you. His smile is inviting, but his stare is not.

“Did you do something wrong? Oh my dear, you have no idea.”

— Jealous!Vere who suddenly has your throat in his hand, tightening when he explains what you’ve done.

“I know you’re foolish, most humans are, but to think that you’re idiotic enough to pick that fucking doctor when I was right there and hand feeding you hints, is downright insulting.”

— Jealous!Vere who forced your knees to the muddy ground, his tail wagging excitedly at your weak struggling and at your confusion and distress.

“So yeah, you did do something wrong. And I won’t forgive you for it.”

— Jealous!Vere who licks your tears and smiles down at you with inhuman, pearly white daggers, telling you that your shouldn’t cry when you asked for this, and how easy it was to ruin you.

“You wanted a cure right? Be thankful I love you so much to grant you your sweet release~.”

— Jealous!Vere who rips your heart out and holds it like it’s a precious gift from the heavens, the organ still beating.

—Jealous!Vere who licks the organ and moans at the blood coating his tastebuds.

— Jelaous!Vere who cradles your dying body in his arms, kissing your skin. And when you’re finally gone he steals your eyes and keeps them and your heart all for himself.

— Jelaous!Vere who drags your corpse to Kuras’ clinic and throws your innards at his window, your intestines decorating the building before he makes his escape.

Bonus

— Kuras who was waiting for your return, was reading one of his little mystery novels, when he was startled by a sudden noise from the window, seeing blood on the glass from the cracks of the curtains.

— Kuras who was well aware it had to be Vere since the little vermin loved leaving bruised and bloodied individuals from fights he won at his doorstep.

— Kuras who didn’t expect to see your broken body when he opens the door. Your torso is wide open, your ribs cracked, heart missing as well as your entrails. Your jaw is broken, and your pretty eyes are gone too.

— Broken!Kuras who feels something hit his head and when he looks up another hits his face, the liquid sliding down the side of his nose and to his cheek. It’s your blood.

— Broken!Kuras who comes out and sees the morbid decoration on his and your home, the sound around him becomes static and his golden eyes shining like hot, white fire and wet with unshed tears.

— Broken!Kuras who can smell Vere’s stench all over and knows what this message means: “We’re even.”

[owlespresso]

kuras meets a strange critter. 800 words. my specific mc and not a reader-insert. feel free to blacklist "a strange horse" if you don't want to see any other my mc-specific posts.

Kuras picked up a woman, half dead, in the wastes, and now she is unconscious on his only cot. Still breathing, despite the wide gashes and recently-reattached arm. Precious few were bold—or foolish enough to trek the wastes to make it to Eridia. While he regrets the unkind fate the caravan was met with, he is grateful that he managed to save a life. 

He had thought her a mere girl, at first. A child, so small. Her unconscious form, half-submerged, had been coddled by the bodies of no less than five Soulless. Had the travelers taken up arms, managing to slay a handful before their inevitable deaths? Killing one of the accursed beasts was an impressive enough feat for a group of ordinary folk. Had she not been bleeding out her life by the lungful, he would have liked to remain and inspect the scene.

Saving a life, he decides, is more important than sifting through broken remains and corpses torn asunder. 

She snaps up from her rested position in one, violent motion. The blankets are tossed to her waist. There’s a wild, hunted look in those wide eyes as they dart around his office, before finally landing on him. He’s completely frozen, thumb wedged still between the corners of the pages he’d been swiping through. 

“Do not be afraid,” he begins. 

“I’m not.” she says, before he can continue. He wouldn’t fault her if she was. Alone, a woman bare in a stranger’s room. It’s perhaps common sense to be afraid. He wonders if it is sheer naivety that drives her to trust him immediately. Or, maybe, she is an exceptional judge of character. He smiles, eyes crinkling at the edges.

“Good. I suggest you take things slowly. I healed the bulk of your injuries, but some soreness may remain…” he elaborates.

“No. I feel fine,” she says, and Kuras realizes that her eyes must naturally be that large. Wide, but betraying no emotion. Not unintentionally. Like the glazed eyes of a lamb. There is not an ounce of distrust, there. No contempt or suspicion towards the stranger she has woken up naked beside.

“That is a relief to hear, given the state I discovered you in.” “Rarely does the Fogfall permit any survivors. I am grateful I discovered you when I did. Any later, and you would have been beyond help.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“After enduring such an injury and being such a model patient, I think you have at least earned that,” Kuras says, smiling.

“What are you?”

Kuras stops smiling. What a peculiar query. He could perhaps brush it off as a slip of the tongue, borne of the haze that comes with awakening from deep sleep, but he realizes that there is an intention to the question. A purposefulness.

“I am a doctor,” he informs her, slowly and carefully. Does she see him, somehow, for what he truly is? Does she see the sickly gold cracks in his shell, where the light of his yolk seeps through? Rarely, mortals are possessed of a rare, inner sight. A sixth sense for what does not belong. He cannot discern truly if she is among their number, but she mercifully does not question him further.

“And this is your office?”

“Yes,” he says, and a soft silence settles between them. He lets it rest for a beat. “Might I ask your name?”

“Horse.”

“Pardon?”

“That’s my name.” she clarifies. Very helpfully.

Kuras, across the long ages he has lived, has had the privilege of meeting an endless catalog of individuals. He has encountered nearly every name under the sun, but never has he heard of a person named Horse. He can only wonder what kind of parents this strange creature must have had. 

“Well. It is very nice to meet you, Horse.” he smiles, and the interaction plays out. Horse is a person who doesn’t quite fit into the shape of one, he thinks. He’s encountered those socially inept, those inexperienced in the ways and mannerisms of their fellows. This is something different. 

“What have you come to Eridia for?” he asks. “Perhaps I can be of assistance.”

“Help.”

“Can you elaborate? I cannot aid you if I know not what ails you.”

“No.” A beat, she looks apologetic. “Sorry.”

Most of her responses follow a similar trend. Short and to the point, betraying no excess detail and rarely showing exceptional amounts of emotion. In the end, he discovers that Horse is:

has come to the city of Eridia in search of help for a problem she will not disclose to him, at the moment

has no contacts in the city, nowhere to stay and no idea where to start looking

is named Horse

Sensing there’s very little he’ll be able to do for her, at least at the moment, he directs her to the person he knows will be weakest to her large doe eyes and sympathetic situation. Leander. She thanks him politely, mustering the gusto to actually look him in the eyes for a fleeting second before she scurries out the door. She flees with such urgency, but it shuts so gently and quietly behind her. Kuras has a feeling, a sensation he cannot ascertain the origin of, that he has just released something onto the streets.

[adastra121]

Touchstarved Romance Themes (Musical Version)

I like musicals, so I paired each Touchstarved LI x MC pairing with songs from musicals! These will probably be inaccurate since I'm going off of vibes from the demo. If you guys have other musical songs that you think would fit, please feel free to reblog or comment (I always like to find new musical songs!).

Kuras x MC

“All I’ve Ever Known” (Hadestown) — I associate Kuras with sunlight and devotion, and this song has both. There are a lot of lyrics that remind me of his path in the demo.

"I was alone so long I didn't even know that I was lonely. Out in the cold so long, I didn't even know that I was cold."

"You take me in your arms And suddenly there's sunlight all around me Everything bright and warm And shining like it never did before And for a moment I forget Just how dark and cold it gets."

"I don't know how or why Who am I that I should get to hold you?"

"Suddenly the sunlight, bright and warm Suddenly I'm holding the world in my arms."

“No Good Deed” (Wicked) — Can you imagine Kuras healing us to this?

"Let their flesh not be torn Let their blood leave no stain Though they're beaten, Let them feel no pain. Let their bones never break And however they try to destroy them, Let them never die."

"My road of good intentions Led where such roads always lead No good deed Goes unpunished."

“The Hill” (Once) — I think it would be interesting if, as a foil to Vere, one of his flaws is that he doesn't actually see us as a person? MC is either a path to redemption or another tragedy.

"But where are you my angel now? Don't you see me crying?"

"I'm on my knees in front of him But he doesn't seem to see me. With all his troubles on his mind, He's looking right through me."

Leander x MC (sidenote, there are so many musical songs that fit this guy why is he so musical-coded, also why are so many musical songs terrifying when you imagine it with Leander? XD)

“All I Ask of You” (Phantom of the Opera) — To be fair, I guess this song is also still unsettling in its actual context, too, if you know the story. XD

"Let me be your shelter, Let me be your light. You're safe, no one will find you, Your fears are far behind you."

“Something Wonderful” (The King and I) — From MC's perspective, Leander being toxic af.

"The thoughtless things he'll do Will hurt and worry you Then all at once he'll do Something wonderful."

"He has a thousand dreams That won't come true You know that he believes in them And that's enough for you."

“Only Us” (Dear Evan Hansen) — This is the sweet song that is mildly concerning when you pair it with him.

"What if it's you And what if it's me And what if that's all that we need it to be And the rest of the world falls away?"

"I never thought there'd be someone like you who would want me. So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go."

"We can just watch the whole world disappear. 'Til you're the only one I still know how to see. It's just you and me."

“Our Love is God” (Heathers) — The Heathers songs are here because I cannot listen to these without imagining Leander anymore.

"They died because God said they must The new world needed room For me and you."

"I worship you. I'd trade my life for yours They all will disappear. We'll plant our garden here. Our love is God."

“Meant to Be Yours” (Heathers) — Leander outside the room he gave us.

"Those assholes are the key! They're keeping you away from me! They made you blind, messed up your mind But I can set you free!"

"You were meant to be mine. I am all that you need. You carved open my heart, Can't just leave me to bleed!"

Vere x MC

“Natasha & Anatole” (Natasha, Pierre, & The Great Comet of 1812) — This song is unsettling but there are so many lyrics that remind me of Vere. And I guess the unsettling vibe suits him well, it does feel like he's putting you in a trance before he devours you.

"And I never remove my smiling eyes From your face, your neck, your bare arms."

"And looking into his eyes, I am frightened There's not that barrier of modesty I've always felt with men I feel so terribly near I fear that he may seize me from behind And kiss me on the neck."

"Look straight into my eyes Nearness Tenderness Smile at me Gaze straight into my eyes There is no barrier between us There is nothing between us."

“Take Me or Leave Me” (Rent) — A more lighthearted song, and I think it suits his unapologetic attitude.

"Take me for what I am Who I was meant to be."

"A tiger in a cage Can never see the sun This diva needs her stage baby, let's have fun!"

"You are the one I choose Folks would kill to fill your shoes You love the limelight too now baby So be mine, And don’t waste my time."

Ais x MC

“You Matter to Me” (Waitress) — This song feels very straightforward and true and quietly comforting, like companionable silence. So it feels a bit like Ais's path in the demo.

"Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you And I'll stay there as long as you let me."

"You matter to me, Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody."

“Sunrise” (In the Heights) — Since one of his likes is learning new languages, I thought this would be a cute song with him and an MC who knows another language teaching him a few words. The lyric "promise me you'll stay" makes me think of the end of the demo where Ais asks MC not to choose the Seaspring so quickly.

"Calor. Heat. Anoche. Last night. Dolor. Pain."

"Promise me you'll stay beyond the sunrise I don't care at all what people say beyond the sunrise."

Mhin x MC

“Falling Slowly” (Once) — It seems to have a lot of yearning and a bittersweet ending, which I got from their demo path.

"I don't know you, but I want you All the more for that."

"Falling slowly, eyes that know me And I can't go back And moods that take me and erase me And I'm painted black."

"You have suffered enough And warred with yourself It's time that you won."

“What You Mean to Me” (Finding Neverland) — To be honest, I put this here mostly because they like stargazing. But I think it does fit Mhin when they don't have the words to express their feelings.

"I won't lie I'm a little bit frightened."

"Every star that's ever fallen Knows the way to where we're going Now I really know just what you mean to me."

Elyon x MC

"Epic III" (Hadestown) — I'm basing this off of the short description of him searching for the one thing money can't buy.

"What has become of the heart of that man Now that he has everything? The more he has, the more he holds The greater the weight of the world on his shoulders."

"He's grown so afraid that he'll lose what he owns But what he doesn't know is that what he's defending Is already gone."

Sen x MC

"The Next Ten Minutes" (The Last Five Years) — I feel like her ultimate goal being her own death adds another layer to this song, making it less about a proposal and more about treasuring the time you have together.

"Will you share your life with me For the next ten minutes? For the next ten minutes, We can handle that. We could watch the waves, We could watch the sky, Or just sit and wait As the time ticks by, And if we make it 'til then, Could I ask you again For another ten?"

"There are so many dreams I need to see with you. There are so many years I need to be with you."

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Ocudeus x MC

“Hey, Little Songbird” (Hadestown) — Okay. So, in all honesty, I think this could fit Elyon, too, but I thought this was funnier. Also Ocudeus using bird nicknames because Ais does that, like a petty eldritch horror. XD So. Ocudeus trying to convince MC to drink from the Seaspring.

"You'd shine like a diamond down in the mine. And the choice is yours, if you're willing to choose, Seeing as you've got nothing to lose, And I could use a canary."

"Strange is the call of this stranger I wanna fly down and feed at its hand. I want a nice soft place to land. I want to lie down forever."