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[do-you-have-a-flag]

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

Shu i'm so sorry but i really want to be called "my treasure" by a frenchman 😭

-🍰

master reader, am i tweaking?

i've been sitting on this ask bc i didn't realize until now but shu and zali would be god-tier love rivals. think about it. two dark-haired cuties with purple-pink highlights and the talented smart guy appeal. often get mistaken as calm and composed but shu is straight up silly goofy, while zali is suggestive silly. zali's highly competitive but when shu wants something he's dedicated. one of them speaks french. the other hates the french language

so FUCK IT the girls are fightinggggg

tags: gender neutral reader (some they/them), pre-relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, suggestiveness/briefly implied sexual content, alcohol/drinking, pining, acts of service and gift giving, reader is a vtuber, shu and zali are petty love rivals, surprisingly healthy rivalry, reader only shows up a little this ain’t about them (it’s about them), i take some liberties with irl vtuber activities while still writing for the characters you'll get what i mean

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you and a handful of other vtubers were invited to an official nijisanji event at a convention

which of course means you get to hang out with your friends in person

of course of course this means there's more than a few, not quite parties but not quite hangouts

the event itself, and dinners, and the convention hall hosting an after-hours gala

"gala" is a big word to describe a ballroom with full masquerade gowns, sports jackets over gaming tees, and the occasional sonic the hedgehog cosplayer

There's something magical, Zali has to admit, about the gala and all its attendees. Who wouldn't feel magical after passing by a gacha game character and Goku dancing to a Final Fantasy song? The ballroom itself is made up of dangling chandeliers, casting a dim, romantic light around the room to match baroque decor. Really, the only difference from a high-class party is the otaku dress code. The pop culture/formal setting combo is a surprisingly good mix, he decides. He's holding a Jägerbomb.

He leans along a pillar next to a grand wall of glass. Moonlight shines through, tinting the chandeliers. Most of the glass is clear but occasional stained glass scatters the light on the dance floor. A nearby mosaic blooms phthalo blue against his shoes. He doesn't need to follow the trail of tinted light to find you; he's been watching from afar since your last conversation with him. You float between small groups of friends, included in conversation but rarely the star, always in movement. Anyone else would have trouble spotting you in the crowd, but Vezalius always had eyes for you.

He closes his eyes, sips the drink, feels the cool liquid flush warm under his cheeks. Zali isn't easily swayed by alcohol, but the way you bend over laughing with your coworkers is the real magic of the night.

A shadow in movement meets the cast of the window's caulking. Shu's only pair of nice shoes are an earthy, chestnut brown. Whenever he walks on this ballroom tile it's like a minor villain's theme as they're being foreshadowed, or a kitten learning to navigate with a bell collar.

Zali raises his Jägerbomb halfheartedly as Shu sidles up to the wall. "Shu."

"'Ey."

"Enjoying the party?"

Shu says, "It's nice. Good company."

Zali drinks, Shu does the same. Only now does he notice the glass of soju Shu brought with him, nearly empty, but the sorcerer is focused on one thing. Zali would know, he'd been staring at them just before Shu strolled by. His face is pink. Zali asks, "Are you drunk, Shu?"

"Oh, this?" The soju swirls in its glass as he raises it. "Ike drank half of it. It's not hitting yet."

"You make your infatuation very clear."

"I don't think it was ever a secret."

Zali already knew. The coat incident was telling. He'd never heard Shu say it out loud, though, and his apparent blush feels like a lid over boiling milk.

Across the floor, Zali (and Shu, it would seem) watches Lady Twisty and Klara teach you how to dance. It had started out as the Denauth ladies waltzing while you tried learning visually, but it devolved into a loose swirl between the three of you, decorum forgotten.

Klara holds your hand to spin you, and once you've gotten the gist down, you spin Twisty next. Elegant as ever, Lady Twisty curtsies while you cartoonishly bow to Klara's giggles. She wraps her arm around Twisty's waist and pulls you up by the shoulder, and when Zali focuses on the maid's eyes, he realizes she'd been watching him too.

He's not surprised by this either. You obviously haven't noticed Zali's feelings, but he lets them peek out frequently. He means it when he compliments you, he wants to treat you well. No one has asked him about his true feelings on you, but he'd like to imagine he comes across as a gentleman, unlike Shu's little puppy crush.

Well, no one but Klara. How could he forget. Coat incident.

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The coat incident happened earlier that day when you, Zali, Shu, and Klara walked around the streets together since most of the other livers were busy. You wanted to get inspiration for your upcoming second outfit, and besides, all four of you wanted to explore the city, so you invited them on a shopping trip.

The four of you walked around without a plan in mind, enjoying each other's company while window shopping. For as much as Zali wanted you to himself, Shu was still a good friend, and the last thing he wanted was to get frustrated at him because of his own prerogative. He'd deal with these feelings alone, at least until the day he opens up to you.

He was a master at restraining himself, until he passed by a certain boutique window. He froze a step behind the rest of the group, and called your name. "This would fit you."

The rest of the group turned to look, thinking for a moment. Klara was the first to speak next. She set her hands on your arm. "Try it on, Master Reader," she encouraged.

It didn't take long to find your size, and while the other two were looking around for things to go with it, Zali helped you shrug the coat on.

"I can put on a jacket myself, you know," you had protested, but allowed him to adjust the hood anyway.

He didn't say anything, partially because you were being a little nuisance so he'd be a nuisance right back. A softer feeling overtakes him. If crystals under his skin were the greatest grief he's experienced, then the pure opposite must be what wrapped around his heart.

He slid the zipper together—he briefly thought of other zippers around this lower area but put the thought back like a book on the shelf—and pulled halfway up your torso. Zali stepped back, closed an eye, and held his hands up like a frame as he imagined how you'd look in the corner of your stream setup.

From a professional coworker view, it's fine. If you used your current layout, the white fabric would contrast nicely, but of course you could always commission a graphic designer to match the full outfit. Coats make excellent toggles. Your fans could get creative with making assets for it, and its clean, wintry impression was one completely different from your debut outfit.

From a Vezalius Bandage point of view, the faux fur lining nestles around your hair, and he'd like to flip the hood up and down and back again, curious if it would flop over your eyes or rest perfectly on your head. He liked the straps, which had always been a favorite detail of his, but especially now as it implied a shape in an otherwise conservative garment; it obscured your hips most deliciously. He had always been a fan of imagination. It was long, too. The hem ends just below your backside. Hints of your curves peek out, but he put that book away too before he got carried away at the wrong place, wrong time. He thought of the straps again.

He took your arm, careful to touch the sleeve rather than your hand, and admired the stones inlaid there. The coat was classy and understated, but one sleeve bore a simplistic crystal design in shades of blue. He'd describe it as an attention-getter if you weren't such a natural at captivating an audience.

Most of the stones are small and circular, but he noticed a few diamond shapes not unlike the crystals he dedicated his life to studying. They reminded him of the ones that spurted out of his stream room like houseplants. Just like me, Zali mused to himself. Upon that thought, a tendril of possessiveness had wrapped itself around the blanket of intimacy.

"It suits you," he said. "What do you think?"

Twisting yourself around, the coat shifted with your movements. Even while half-zipped, it fit wonderfully. You nodded, still observing how it feels. "It's comfy."

Behind him, Klara clasped her hands together, the sound jarring him out of his thoughts. The other two must have returned while he fixed your appearance. This was a good thing. He needed the time to reflect on his thoughts, find a way to be honest yet refined, filter his affection into something acceptable. "I like it," Klara remarked with a smile. She nudged the man next to her. "Sir Shu, say something."

Shu made a sound between what and huh. "You look good. Really good. Uh, great."

He's so obvious.

"It's wonderful, Master Reader!"

He's so horribly obvious that Zali's careful plan went right out of the window as he blurted out the one thing that dominated his thought process. "You look like a precious treasure."

Shu seemed to have regained his bearings, yet you never noticed he lost them in the first place. He stepped forward and zipped your coat up all the way. The collar flipped up into a turtleneck, which made you raise your head to uncover your face. "Wh—hey!" You pouted as Shu snickered. "What was that for?"

You lifted up your arms in sheepish surrender. "Okay, I get it, stoooop. You guys, I'm gonna blush."

"Gotta make sure you're nice and cozy. Come here." The zipper could be covered by a flap of fabric, so Shu buttoned you up properly.

You kept your head raised while he fastened the coat together. From here, a strand of yellow from his bangs grazed his nose and lowered eyelashes. The tip of his tongue slightly poked out while he fiddled with a stubborn button hole.

He has a charm to his concentrated face, you'd have to admit, and even if you hadn't considered the possibility before, you understood why the Yaminions think he's an intellectual heartthrob. They're not entirely wrong, but they don't see the antics the sorcerer gets up to off-stream, nor how comfortable sitting in a quiet voice call with him can be. Perhaps this is what he looks like behind the screen during meetings.

Locked in, his hands rose with each button done. His eyes worked their way up, two strikes of galactic purple along your white coat, until they returned your gaze.

You weren't sure what to do with yourself now that he made eye contact. You felt like you just got caught—doing what, you had no clue yourself, but it didn't dissuade the weakness growing in your knees.

Maybe he was clueless too, or he just hid his uncertainty, but Shu's expression shifted before you could pinpoint it. Purple eyes narrowed up as he shot you a sweet, boyish grin.

That was all you could see before Shu pulled the fur hood all the way over your face.

Silken fur tickled your nose as you sputtered, careful not to get a mouthful before you scolded him. "Shu!" He cracked up along with Klara and Zali's snickers.

It was dark, but at least you knew for sure the hood was cozy. By the time you fumbled it out of the way, Shu already wandered off to the front of the store while the other two chuckled to themselves with hands over their mouths.

"It fits perfectly," Klara joked.

"Haha, yeah," Zali said.

He hid his smile just because he was certain everyone would be able to tell it was plastic. In fact, he had half a mind to shove his fist into his mouth just to keep himself from saying something nasty. Jealousy frothed inside him. Dammit. Petty as it was, it was like watching Shu snatch an opportunity when Zali was the one to point out the coat in the first place.

He helped you slip off the coat, which luckily went uninterrupted, though his hand grazed your arm and he had to fight to not hold it instead. He had to fight back a lot of things, really. Neither of you could deny this moment was intimate. As pure as it was for you, Zali saved it for different reasons, to be appreciated alone as he imagined what if he had continued. Fabric under his fingers turning to skin, neat piles of clothes discarded.

But thinking of undressing needs to go on the shelf. So it would remain, just a graze on the arm through sleeves and only a coat undone. You folded it over your arms, a satisfied smile on your face as you glance down at it. 

"I think I'll get it," you thought aloud.

There isn't much browsing after that. You strode to the counter, Klara in tow and Zali a step behind as he tried to shake off the dredges. His resistance didn't last long. Once you placed the coat on the counter and got your wallet out, the cashier shook his head. "No need."

"Don't I need to pay for it?"

"It's already paid for." The three of you exchanged confused glances. Behind the counter, the cashier nodded his head to the side to Shu, who was fixated on a display of cheap accessories beside the cash register. The cashier spoke in Shu's direction. "He bought it. Would you like it bagged?"

You whipped your head around. "Shu!"

He perked up like he wasn't even in the room until you called his name. "Hm?"

"You didn't!"

"Don't worry about it."

"Don't act nonchalant, you—why would you do that?"

"I just wanted to do something nice."

"I-I'm grateful. Thank you, but…"

"It's a gift. If you really want it in your new outfit, then it's a good thing to have." He shrugged but he didn't meet your eye. Instead, he glanced at the subtle, shining stones on the coat, forgotten on the counter for something far more important. "You look nice in it anyways."

Klara—who, by the way, had witnessed all this in the boutique—nudged Zali just like she did earlier when Shu first saw you. "That's very sweet of you, Sir Shu."

All this time, Zali was unafraid of his coworkers connecting the dots. He had long accepted that he didn't like lying to others, and his own affections were something he wanted you to detect. His hypocrisy must run deep, though, because Klara's words cemented that he wasn't the only one. Paranoia dripped under his chest. 

The cashier returned to his register. "Do you want a bag, or…?"

And so you left the boutique, Shu by your side, holding a classic THANK YOU bag with your new coat inside.

While they stepped outside, Zali quickly swiped one of the cheap necklaces off the display, a blue crystal pendant. "I'll take this," he said.

"It matches Master Reader's coat," Klara observed. 

There was a silent confirmation between them. 

Sans bag, he ripped the packaging off and slipped the pendant around his neck. It naturally slid under his shirt. Once all four of you reunited, you were locked in a conversation with Shu, so Zali and Klara were a step behind.

Klara spoke in hushed tones so not to disturb you or Shu. "I get it," she said to Zali.

"I see that."

"You aren't very subtle, Sir Zali."

"I know."

"So you do." She wasn't exactly judgmental, but she turned to watch Zali's face. Reading his emotions came to her naturally.

Klara had a way of getting under Zali's skin without effort. It was both Zali's favorite and least favorite thing about her: she noticed what was on his mind and would press him on it, toeing the line between insightful and intrusive. Whatever it was, she was one of the first to figure out Zali's inner thoughts, sometimes before he even realized it himself. "Perhaps you should do something about it."

Zali stared straight ahead. "I'll be patient."

"I'd hate for you to miss your chance." As everyone turned a corner, they could see Shu's lips turn as he laughed with you. She continued. "You never know until it's gone."

"I didn't realize he was a threat until he bought that."

"A threat, now?"

Zali screwed up. 

Klara raised a hand to her mouth to hide her giggles. "But even though you like Master Reader, you weren't bothered by him mooning over them all the time."

"Because I didn't realize how serious he was until now." Zali paused. "How long have you known?"

"Whatever you're thinking, much longer than that. You really aren't subtle at all, Sir Zali."

"It was always an open secret."

"I suppose I figured it out before you did, then." 

He shouldn't be surprised, but for some reason Zali wanted to explain himself. "That doesn't change anything about how I feel. Just so you know," he added lamely.

"Hm." Klara hummed in acknowledgement, and that was that.

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Zali switches his Jägerbomb from one hand to the other. The pink tint to Shu's face hadn't faded at all. If he really was blushing, it would have disappeared by now, so...

"Zali." Shu finally speaks up. "You like Reader."

"Is this an accusation?"

"No," Shu says, and Zali is inclined to believe him. "We both do."

"You've made that clear."

"But I have more to saaay," Shu draws out his words like he's cooing over something cute. Considering the object of his affections, it might not entirely be wrong. He clears his throat, certainly tipsy. "It's not like it's up to us to decide what Reader wants, though."

"Is that why you haven't fessed up to it yet? You want to charm Reader."

"You sound like you're telling me your evil plans, Dark Lord Zali."

The medic looks into his drink. The divide between the shot and the pint glass is very interesting all of a sudden. "I'd like to," he admits, and finds the weight lifting from his shoulders. "I want things to work out between us. So I'll wait until everything is right between me and Reader, and I know my feelings will be returned."

"Better act on it before I make a move."

"You know, you're the second person today to tell me to hurry up," Zali remarks.

Shu laughs. "I wonder if that changes anything."

"No, it doesn't. I'll be patient."

"That's a good thing to be."

"I've been told."

Over the last hour, the moon was still rising, but by now it had reached its apex in the sky. The stained glass around them distorted the light, stretching the pthalo blue by Zali across the tile. Shadows continue to obscure Shu from the light, but splatters of red and violet inch closer to the heel of his shoes.

The sorcerer gestured out. Flecks of the stained glass cross over his hand, a dramatic color compared to the rest of his body in the shade. "I'm not going to back down," Shu asserts, "whether you like it or not."

"I would assume so."

He gapes at Zali. "Can't you pretend to be intimidated or something!? You're too gung-ho."

That's what gets Zali to laugh next. "I'm very serious about my feelings, Shu," he chuckles. "I wouldn't give them up for anything."

"Well, I won't either. It would be a lot easier if you backed off or something."

"Try all you like, I'm not budging."

"Me neither."

"It's not our choice to make, after all."

"I'm not denying that, I just..."

Shu runs a hand through his hair. He pinned it up in a simple style that morning, which got messier over the day. Unfortunately for Zali, the tousled look is handsome. Stained glass dyes his features as he turns to face Zali properly, maroon hair over a dusty lavender face, dusky shadow along his back.

"If you're going to be patient," he declares, "then you better be the most patient, dedicated guy in the world if Reader goes out with you. You better give them everything they'd ever want, 'cause I'd do anything to make them happy."

Shu furrowed his brow slightly while Zali analyzed him. Zali had never seen him so dedicated to something while drinking. The stained glass atmosphere amplified his fierce eyes far more than alcohol could ever cloud it. Purple against purple tended to intensify itself.

Zali steps forward, and briefly considers the blue glow that outlined his own figure. If the purple along Shu made his eyes so vibrant, the perhaps his yellow eyes would become ghoulish in the cool blue. Scar tissue pokes out of his stitches, too subtle to notice during the day, the colors become stark as ink on paper in contrasting light. An arrow pointing to the rich gold, if he was feeling generous. With the moon behind his head and mosaic glimmers around his sleeves, it must be bringing out azure and amethyst hidden by his eyelashes.

"I would expect nothing less from you. Reader is very precious to me. If they choose you, then I have faith that you would treat them well." Azure and gold shine. "If you hurt Reader, I will hurt you."

"Mutually assured destruction, then," Shu concludes.

"They deserve wonderful things, Shu."

'I'll be the one to provide them."

"And I'll be the one to be by their side."

"We'll see about that."

Shu seems to remember that it's a party. Suddenly conscious of his soju, he lifts his glass to his lips, thinks better of it, then offers it out. "To Reader's love life. Whatever makes them happy."

Zali clinks his glass to Shu's. "To Reader's love and happiness."

"That's a much better toast than mine," Shu grumbles. They drink.

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bonus!

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"Master Reader, I want to ask you something."

You, Klara, Zali, and Shu stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the right of way. You were in the front, so you turned to look at Klara. "What's up?"

She tilted her head. "I'm curious. Are you interested in dating right now?"

"Hm." You considered it for a moment, returning to watch the traffic. "I haven't thought about it."

"If someone confessed to you, then, would you accept it?"

"I'm not really sure. I'd have to sit on it, but I have no clue where to start with it at all. It depends on the person." You laugh a little. "Besides, it's not like anyone's interested in me anyway."

"I see." Klara smiled, and behind your back, pinched the other two men as hard as she could.

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[tonycries]

I THOUGHT THIS GAME WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT US BARKING OVER MEN... CALEB NO GRANDMA NO??? THE FUCKING HOUSE???

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Canon event I can't interfere....

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@treasureguardingdragon it would be a crime to keep this hidden in the reblogs

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RBK

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DRA in SDRA2's overworld pixel sprites... [Some special ones under the cut]

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I'm convinced antis. Don't actually know what "critically" actually fucking means.

They bitch and moan about proshippers "not consuming content "critically"" and then proceed to shamelessly enjoy said "problematic" content with all their chest.

or its 100% performative.

I don't want to know.

[tonycries]

I came here to read smut not cry 😭

We love you 🎧 anon

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We love you 🎧 anon!!

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