If Leander Was A Butch Lesbian Well. You Wouldnt Want To Know What Id Do

if leander was a butch lesbian well. you wouldn’t want to know what i’d do

Hes so cutei want him to KILL MEEEE

MY BITCH GIRLFRIEND'S BIRTHDAY? TODAY?? NO WAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABES!!!

love & crafts | 1383 words

ais/reader

notes: gn!reader, the unnamed mc. Happy birthday Ais!

The Seaspring was so beautiful despite its terrible power, sparkling so bright like the stained glass windows that resided in the remote temple where you were raised, violently red yet serene. If you were the naïve fool that everyone thought you were, you would’ve jumped in without a care in the world, you would’ve done anything, anything, to cleanse yourself of the twisting, sickening feeling that’s plaguing your stomach. But instead, you sit on a well-worn cushion on the wooden deck of the Seaspring, anxiously gripping onto a teacup as if it was a lifeline, refusing to look directly at a certain smirking, infuriating, beautiful demon man that sat across from you.

“You look tense, sparrow.”

“I’m fine. Really.”

“You’re gonna break my teacup. Not fine.”

You blink owlishly at Ais, before relaxing your death grip on the rather frail cup. You avert your eyes away from him, not only out of embarrassment but also to avoid relishing in the gentle quirk of Ais’s lips, to avoid openly marveling at the way his crimson eyes crinkle at the corners when he’s filled with genuine mirth, to avoid confronting the strange fact that he made you feel….things. Good things.

You nibble on your lips, desperately wishing you had the charming courage of Leander or even the sleazy bravado of Vere to make this situation somewhat easier on your antsy nerves. “….I have a gift. For you.”

“Hm, what was that, sparrow?” Ais canted his head in your direction with concentration, as if he couldn’t hear what you said, but even without looking at him, you could just sense the heavy smugness that radiated off his entire being. Of course, he heard what you said. With those (frustratingly adorable) pointy ears of his, Ais could hear you sneeze in your room at The Wet Wick.

Your meekness quickly burns away to irritation. Ais always knew how to get a rise out of you, after all. “I SAID,” you spit, your bandaged hands springing towards the messenger bag resting by your side, angrily digging through its contents, “I have a gift for you!”

You hastily yank the object of your current distress out of the bag, ready to toss the damned thing at his horned head, but you freeze. Anxiety was seeping into your veins again and you quickly huddled Ais’s present close to your chest as if it could protect you from the emotional devastation of his inevitable rejection.

This time it was Ais’s turn to blink at you, before raising an eyebrow in cool intrigue. “A gift.”

“Yes,” you lowered your eyes to stare at the shimmering dark liquid of your teacup, “F-for your birthday.” Your voice lost all of its previous heat; now it was nothing more than a soft, fragile feather floating on the surface of the Seaspring. Ais didn’t say anything at first; realistically, he might’ve been silent for a couple of seconds, but to your anxiety-induced brain, his silence could’ve stretched for hours upon hours.

Then, in that low, commanding voice of his that you have come to both love and loathe, Ais said, “Give it to me.”

But you just held onto his present tighter, excuses spilling from your mouth like water, “You won’t even like it-”

“Please.”

Please. Words died in your throat immediately. You stared at Ais in startled awe, your eyes drinking in every inch of his face. The once fearsome, sharpened angles of his countenance that could and would happily slice someone open were soft, raw, almost demure. Please. Ais hardly ever said that word. But he said it to you, of all people; he said it to you…so kindly. So tenderly.

And one of his hands, so large and calloused, so scarred from the violence he had committed and endured over the years before you even entered his life, was stretched out, palm upward. A gentle pleasantry. A silent plea. A hopeful prayer. “Please,” he whispered, and your resolve instantly crumpled.

You felt like crying.

You gingerly placed the shoddily-wrapped gift in his awaiting palm. Ais took it from you and began to unwrap it, almost reverently, and oh Allmother, you could hear your heartbeat in your eardrums.

Once the last of the wrapping fell away, now a pile of red scraps gathered around his forgotten teacup, Ais just stared at the gift you were too ashamed to give him; an amigurumi version of his beloved Soulless pet Princess, in all her many-tendriled, multiple red-eyed glory.

Your hands needed something to fidget with, so you reached for your teacup and downed its contents in one graceless gulp. But your mouth felt so dry still; it felt so dry that you considered drinking from the blood-red waters of the Seaspring, loss of sanity be damned.

But instead, you did what you do best; you rambled to the point of tears.

“I heard Leander say today was your birthday,” you rush out, your words tripping over themselves, “and so I decided to crochet you a gift because birthdays are made for gifts and you deserve a git and you love Princess so much and I’m sorry if you don’t like it, I really am-”

“….Thank you, sparrow. Thank you.”

Ais looked at you so warmly that you’re surprised you didn’t melt right on the spot. “I’ll protect it with my life,” he said, his voice still a tender yet strong murmur, and if you didn’t have any dignity left, you’d launch yourself over his tea kettle and teacups and hold onto him and never, ever let him go.

But those fantasies were going to remain as fantasies today. You smile at Ais shyly, “...I’m really glad you like it.”

Ais hummed appreciatively and placed the Princess amigurumi onto his lap. For the next couple of minutes, the two of you sat in comfortable, blissful silence.

Until Ais flashed a familiar mischievous, fanged grin in your direction. Your heart started to race all over again. Oh, Allmother.

“You know, this gift was the least you could do, after what you did to me,” Ais said, his eyes twinkling with dark joy. You blink rapidly, squinting your eyes at him in confusion. “Wh-what I did to you? What are you even talking about?”

As if showing off his most prized possession, Ais proudly flaunted his other hand to you, and a hot, mortified feeling quickly devoured any inkling of happiness that had made your heart sing previously.

It was the nasty bitemark that you blessed him with that one muggy night in the alleyway after he brutalized the roughneck that shoved you. You still felt ashamed that you let yourself lose control of your baser instincts like some type of hungry savage, so in your horrified shock, you dropped the teacup you were holding and watched as it splintered into a thousand glittering pieces upon the deck of the Seaspring.

Your mouth opened and closed like a dying fish; how you wish you could die right now, either by your hand or by Ais’s. Panicked, you began to gather the shards in shaking hands, apologizing profusely. “Oh Allmother, I’m so sorry, Ais, I didn’t mean-”

The sound of Ais’s hearty chuckles stopped you dead in your tracks. You tentatively glance upwards, and to both your amazement and relief, Ais was laughing. Ais was smiling. Ais was happy.

And your heart soared.

Ais grinned at you, mirth crinkling the corner of his eyes in the very manner you cherished so much. “A gift and a show for my birthday. Thanks again, sparrow.”

Outwardly, you rolled your eyes in exasperation, but inside you could’ve cried tears of real joy. “I’m so glad my misery makes you happy, you bastard.”

Ais was still chuckling when he came over to assist you in cleaning up the mess you made. “It does.”

Deftly, Ais collected the shards without nary a nick on his fingers. When that was done, he sat next to you, looking at you so warmly you just basked in his gaze for a little while.

Until he dared to open his mouth again.

“Maybe for my next birthday, you could get me some new teacups, hm?”

“....I hate you so much.”

Ais smiled at you tenderly. “I know.”

hrrmmm thinking about how we might meet Sen and/or Elyon in-game.

I assume that they're going to appear in the main game since they must be important characters if they're getting a dlc.. So I'm thinking of what role they'll have in each route or to what characters they're connected to.

Elyon.. With this post some of us assumed that Ais' "friend" from the brothel is Elyon, and if it does turn out to be true then what is their relationship? Is Ais just chill with him or is Elyon actually going to play a part on his route?

I think since he's a sketchy highborn, that he might appear on Leander's route (birds of a feather flock together). Maybe he's one of Mhin's many employers or has some ties with the Senobium, and could make an appearance in Vere's route? This man doesn't occupy my brain that often, but he's a major sketchy guy and I'd love to learn more about him

But Sen intrigues me the most, undead lovelies just call to me... The post introducing her mentions that she's searching for revenge and the cause of her own death... But revenge towards whom?

I assume it's one of our main game LIs because of my theory that the DLC characters are related to our guys, but just who or what could it be? Perhaps Sen's death has something to do with Kuras' regrets? Does she have something to do with the Seaspring? Wardens are like guardians, so what did she use to guard? She's such a vengeful lady I need to know more about her

— Dramaturgy (sociology), Wikipedia