#vaggi x reader

a//n ;; YAYAYA lute and vaggi content hehehe :33 (( art by xixixixi1037 on twt :3 )) (( i was going through HORRIBLE writers block while writing this, so sorry if its mid 🙏))

SYNOPSIS ;; you're feeling self-concious as of late ,, and your girlfriend can't help but reassure you ! CONTAINS ;; lute x transfem!reader ,, vaggi x transfem!reader (( separately )) ,, gender dysphoria ,, mostly fluffy w/ some angst ,, use of y/n !!

VAGGI ..

.. you stood in front of the mirror, your eyes raking over your body. you looked relatively feminine, of course, but you couldn't help but find a flaw on each inch of your body. you sighed, fidgeting with your sleeves slightly.

"baby? it's late.. what's keeping you up, hm?" vaggi came up from behind you, gently wrapping her arms around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder. you sighed faintly, but your shoulders relaxed slightly. "i just... do i.. look okay? like- feminine... enough? do i pass..? i mean- i look fine, i just don't know if.." you trailed off, swallowing your tears. vaggi immediately held you closer, her lips brushing against your neck as she spoke. "of course you do, baby... you're so beautiful.. you're as much of a girl as i am, okay? don't worry about that.." she murmured. you leaned back against her, shutting your eyes and nodding as you felt vaggi smile against your skin. she turned you around so you were facing her, calloused hands gently cupping your face. you opened your eyes again, smiling gently as you leaned into the touch. "thank you," you said softly. vaggi's smile widened as she leaned closer, pressing her lips against yours. you hummed in content, kissing back before she pulled away again. "anytime, beautiful," she held you closer.

LUTE ..

(Valentino, Vox, Rosie, Alastor, Vaggie)

Valentino:

Your tragedy stuns Valentino. It's so very, very decadent. When he first comes across the mirror, he's instantly captivated. His own reflection is so very gorgeous, but the design of the mirror was so intricate. Not to mention the large stone on the back...

Then the mirror starts talking to him, and what was Valentino meant to do? You reach out, and how was he supposed to resist helping a poor, unfortunate soul? He pulls your gem out, and as you reform, he's at your side.

Valentino catches you in his arms when you fall, and his hands come to your shoulders as he helps you back up. He's rubbing at your back, and he's so gentle that it makes you want to cry. It had been so lonely in the mirror.

"Thank you..." you breathed. "You saved me."

"Don't exert yourself, baby. You're still weak."

"But why? I've been in there for millennia and no one has ever helped me."

"That's a shame. You're so adorable."

You weep into his arms for what feels like forever. Valentino offers you protection in his tower, and that's where you become his new muse. You're an artist, just like he is, and he loves the way you can command your watercolors. And those glassy eyes... He can see himself in them, and he loses himself staring at you.

Whether or not your wings are healed, it doesn't matter much to him. There's a beauty in the idea that you could never fly away from him.

Vox:

There's nothing you could offer Vox as a mirror that he can't get himself. Actually, he's a little offended at the prospect that he'd keep you in there. No, Vox is horribly foolish, and he needs to unleash your power and to own it for himself. Within seconds, your gem is torn out.

Vox is cold to you, completely apathetic. You drop, shivering on his floor as you try and regain your breathing. It's so dim and blue that you wonder if you even got out of the mirror. But Vox is there, and he gives you a brief nod. Just being acknowledged is so much of a relief that you weep.

You're left in the tower without much of anything to work with. Vox doesn't know what to do with you, but he knows that you're too powerful to let go. As cruel as it feels that your freedom only includes a second prison, you slowly learn how to use your powers again.

A giant bridge made of water shoots through the upper window of the tower, decorations and shattered glass from Vox's aquarium scattered throughout. But when Vox sees shok.wav floating above Hell, he knows there's a problem.

"shok.wav!! Let him go! I'll give you anything you want, just let him go!"

"Anything?"

"Fuck! Yes."

You relent, and Vox immediately scours the Internet to find the easiest way to heal your gem. He will figure it out, somehow. In the meantime, he likes watching your powers, and often requests to sit below the fish as you stretch the water above him.

You just can't do that with shok.wav again. Vox won't hesitate to shatter you if you try to hurt his baby.

Alastor:

Alastor clocks your presence in the mirror immediately. You don't even have to reach out before he looks directly at you. Not into the mirror, at you.

"Interesting," he remarks to himself. "Hello."

You don't think he could possibly be talking to you, but then, he speaks again.

"Yes, I mean you. In the mirror. I know you're there."

You learn to talk with his own words repeated back to him, and Alastor finds it fascinating. He'll sit in front of your mirror and read out the dictionary, allowing you a larger vocabulary.

But he won't let you out. For whatever reason, Alastor ignores you whenever you request to be set free. If you make it visual, he chides you to use your words. If you repeat his own words back at him, Alastor pretends not to understand.

You can't understand why he'd do this, but it's Alastor. He always has his own plans. He'll let you ride in his pocket, though. It'd be cruel to deprive you of the world.

Rosie:

Your mirror ends up in Cannibal Town by chance, and Rosie does love herself some strange items. Absolutely divine, the design of your mirror. She admires herself for a moment before her reflection starts shifting.

"Oh! Is someone in there?" She asks. "Well, that won't do. How do I get you out?"

You're a bit taken aback at her lack of hesitation, but your glass reflects what you need from her. Rosie proceeds, and you're suddenly with a body in the middle of her parlor.

Rosie's hand rests on your back, and she sits with you until you feel alright to stand. Even when you wobble, she holds your hand. In typical Rosie fashion, she accidentally dominates the conversation until she realizes what she's done. You had no one to talk to, and she's sure you want to speak.

She invites you to tea, and though you don't especially eat, she insists that you try a pinky finger. And she's invested in your story. Rosie ends up inviting you to stay with her, and she's very supportive of all your endeavors.

Mostly? She likes to chat about your meep morps.

"That's a lovely use of cans, dear. Tell me more."

Vaggi:

Vaggi knows what it's like to be in an unfamiliar place without your wings. Though she may have hesitated to free you, she isn't totally heartless.

She's by your side through it all. When you first reform, she takes you tightly into her arms and helps you adjust. Five things you can see, box breathing, every little coping mechanism she had learned. You learn very fast that Vaggie gives the best hugs.

You end up at the hotel, and Vaggi visits you every day. She makes sure you're healthy and safe, and she tries to bring gifts when she knows what you like.

And even with events planned out, like therapies and exercises, Vaggie will always try to include you. She'll make sure you always know when things are coming up, and when you choose to attend, she makes sure to include you in conversations.

You wonder to yourself, one day, why she even bothered to help you. Her answer?

"I...guess I get it. Like, your situation."

Vaggi looks into how to fix your wings, and she's always trying to make it happen. But if you're happier like this, she'll let it be. And when you get into your morps, she might not get it, but she'll still supply you with materials.

tags angst, childhood friends ⠀⠀𓋜⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀ note i don't like how i write but wtv…and this is short so sorry

the sound of soft giggles and tiny feet squishing on the mud and releasing with a loud ploup echoed through the bayou as toddlers ran around.

"stop being a slow poke, [name]!"

his voice raised a bit breathless as he kept running forward, not even looking back at you to confirm you were following—because you were.

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