#zephiron

You know, I was so sure I had done it... But of course, I just checked and it turns out I completely forgot to post Z here. I’m really sorry about that. It must’ve slipped past me right around the time I got sick. 🥹

No long justifications: Here’s Z’s scenario now. And with that, everyone has finally been posted. 🖤

This is it - the last Siren scenario for Z. As always, I’ve split it into Zephiron and Zephyra versions. As for the other gender-variable characters: I randomized those once again. 🎲

I hope you enjoy it. 🌊

The deck groans beneath your boots as you and the others brace against the wind. Salt stings your lips. A storm is rising - but it’s not just the weather howling in your ears.

It’s a melody.

Low, ancient.

Older than any sailor’s song ever sung.

The sea swells like it’s breathing too fast. The kind of movement that means something has stirred beneath it.

You grip the railing tighter. You don’t see them yet, but you feel them.

Sirens.

Their presence pulls at the edges of your mind - makes you think of what you long for most. Not in clear shapes. Just… hunger. Ache.

You try to focus. Try to think two steps ahead. But it’s hard.

Sirens don’t fight you. They unmake you. Because they aren’t what the stories made them into. Not really. Not soft. Not beautiful. Not kind.

They don’t tempt. They take. And Gods, they know exactly what to show you.

You shake your head. The others are shouting, moving - steel drawn.

You snap back to the now, raise your voice:

"Strike them down! Quickly! And don’t trust what you see. They’ll wear your deepest longing like a mask.

But when you turn back - you freeze.

Because standing on the railing is…

Zephiron.

Snow-white hair. Ice-blue eyes. There’s no question. It’s him.

And for some reason, a soft hum escapes you. Dreamlike.

He’s beautiful. Unreasonably so.

You can’t stop looking at him. And then the thought settles, disturbingly gentle -

Why don’t you always look at him like this?

You don’t know the answer. Truth be told, you don’t know much of anything anymore. Except that you want to go to him.

"Alright, poison boy. You owe me drachmae." Drakon’s voice breaks through at the edge of your mind.

"If this weren’t bleeding my coin dry, I’d be so entertained." Dorian groans theatrically.

He casts Zephiron a long, withering look. "Really, Zeph? You told me there was nothing going on."

But Zephiron just smiles, soft and guileless. Too soft. Too guileless.

And yet - his eyes flick constantly to you. To your dazed steps.

"I said there’s nothing yet," he murmurs.

Thera sighs from the shadows, voice quiet and bone-dry. "If I didn’t know you all, I’d assume you were terrible people."

It draws a laugh from Dorian. "Darling, you wound me."

But Zephiron’s gaze never stills. Still, he doesn’t move.

Then - Alexos rolls his shoulders with a sigh. "Gods. You’re focusing on the wrong thing. I'll get them."

He steps forward. A single stride to you, still drifting toward your doom. Until -

"No." Zephiron’s voice. Sharp. Commanding. Enough to stop Alexos in his tracks.

And then - within the span of a blink - Zephiron is at his side. Passing him. Moving toward you.

"This is my concern," he says low, almost a growl. Too harsh. Too fast. Too full of something else entirely.

Alexos just closes his eyes in quiet recognition and steps back toward the others.

They watch as Zephiron lifts his spear - and with practiced ease, slices clean through the Siren’s neck. A single, fluid motion.

Dorian exhales a skeptical breath. "Since when does he play the hero?"

Drakon suppresses a laugh, clearing his throat. "Who ever knows with him."

Alexos nods slowly, eyes still closed, a faint smile touching his lips.

You blink. The spell breaks. And before you is him. Zephiron.

His real face. His real eyes. His real mouth.

He leans closer. You’re still dazed - floating in that aftertaste of something dreamlike.

But his voice drags you back. Sharp. Clear. Inevitable.

“Expect me tonight.” A smile plays on his lips - mischief and promise in equal measure. “I’ll show you how it feels to have your longing answered.”

Oh, Gods.

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Zephyra.

Snow-white hair. Ice-blue eyes. There’s no question. It’s her.

And for some reason, a soft hum escapes you. Dreamlike.

She’s beautiful. Unreasonably so.

You can’t stop looking at her. And then the thought settles, disturbingly gentle -

Why don’t you always look at him like this?

You don’t know the answer. Truth be told, you don’t know much of anything anymore. Except that you want to go to her

"Alright, poison boy. You owe me drachmae." Drakon’s voice breaks through at the edge of your mind.

"If this weren’t bleeding my coin dry, I’d be so entertained." Dorian groans theatrically.

He casts Zephyra a long, withering look. "Really, Zeph? You told me there was nothing going on."

But Zephyra just smiles, soft and guileless. Too soft. Too guileless.

And yet - her eyes flick constantly to you. To your dazed steps.

"I said there’s nothing yet," she murmurs.

Thera sighs from the shadows, voice quiet and bone-dry. "If I didn’t know you all, I’d assume you were terrible people."

It draws a laugh from Dorian. "Darling, you wound me."

But Zephyra’s gaze never stills. Still, she doesn’t move.

Then - Alexos rolls his shoulders with a sigh. "Gods. You’re focusing on the wrong thing. I'll get them."

He steps forward. A single stride to you, still drifting toward your doom. Until -

"No." Zephyra’s voice. Sharp. Commanding. Enough to stop Alexos in his tracks.

And then - within the span of a blink - Zephyra is at his side. Passing him. Moving toward you.

"This is my concern," she says low, almost a growl. Too harsh. Too fast. Too full of something else entirely.

Alexos just closes his eyes in quiet recognition and steps back toward the others.

They watch as Zephyra lifts her spear - and with practiced ease, slices clean through the Siren’s neck. A single, fluid motion.

Dorian exhales a skeptical breath. "Since when does she play the hero?"

Drakon suppresses a laugh, clearing his throat. "Who ever knows with her."

Alexos nods slowly, eyes still closed, a faint smile touching his lips.

You blink. The spell breaks. And before you is her. Zephyra.

Her real face. Her real eyes. Her real mouth.

She leans closer. You’re still dazed - floating in that aftertaste of something dreamlike.

But her voice drags you back. Sharp. Clear. Inevitable.

“Expect me tonight.” A smile plays on her lips - mischief and promise in equal measure. “I’ll show you how it feels to have your longing answered.”

Hey! I love that you’re going to sleep with thoughts of the ROs - and so would they, haha.

Thank you for the ask, and don’t worry at all - it didn’t sound silly in the slightest! 🫶 That said, I’ve actually answered something similar before.

but then T had to gently cup my shriveled, old husk of a heart with so much care and now i melt any time i think of them.

Ahh I’m so glad to hear that two of them are already speaking to you! They’ve got such different energies overall, but both definitely have a lot going for them.

Absolutely adored this ask - thank you so much for sending it in! 💛

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Drakon Classic koala cuddler. Hands everywhere, skin on skin, no space left between you. His favorite? You lying on top of him - or beside him, with his hand splayed over your heart.

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??? Very close to Drakon in terms of clinginess. She likes maximum contact. But her favorite position is lying on you.

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Alexos/Alexa Spooning is the default. Big or little - it doesn’t matter. As long as they know you’re close, and breathing steady. They fall asleep faster just listening to the sound of you breathing.

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Rhaelos/Rhaela Not the most natural cuddler. If you want full contact, you have to hold them - treat them like a very patient, very still pillow. They won’t complain. They just won’t initiate. (But they’ll miss it if you stop.)

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Zephiron/Zephyra Not a bed cuddler, surprisingly. Their favorite? Head in your lap. It’s how they think best. And if you play with their hair while they’re lost in thought? They practically purr.

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Theron/Thera Face-to-face, always. Hands intertwined. Foreheads close. The kind of closeness that feels sacred, quiet, and full of small smiles in the dark. Everything about your love is like that.

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No particular reason - it’s not meant to encourage anyone to subscribe, promise! 😊 It’s just a soft little thank-you for those who already support me over there. The tiers are still paused, and I wanted to give a tiny extra something while they are.

That said, don’t worry - the scenarios will still be posted here, just a few days later and exactly the same.

How would the Ros react?

Ahhh thank you for this delightful image. 🧊

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Theron/Thera:

They’d flinch, yes - just a little tremor that runs down their spine. But they wouldn’t pull away.

"If I can warm you, I will."

Simple. Steady. Even as goosebumps race across their skin, they stay perfectly still for you. Because that’s what you do for someone you care about. You endure the chill, and you hold them closer.

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Zephiron/Zephyra:

Cold doesn’t faze them - Gods know they’ve lived with winter in their bones. They’d barely twitch. Just glance down with a flick of amusement in their ice-blue eyes.

"You’re lucky I like your fingers enough to save them from frostbite."

One hand rises, calm and precise, to rest over yours - trapping the chill between warmth and wry affection. They don’t pull away. If anything, they lean in just a little closer.

"Since you’re really good with them." You may blush a little.

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Dorian/Dione:

Oh, they hate it. Sensitive, dramatic, and absolutely not above a scandalized gasp.

"Do you want me to perish?"

Their shirt hikes as they squirm away. But then, as if struck by a far more interesting idea, they guide your hands somewhere warmer - somewhere lower - their lips curling with wicked intent.

"You know, there are parts of me that run much hotter. If you’re searching."

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Alexos/Alexa:

They hesitate. A visible pause, a sharp breath. But then - silently - they draw you in closer, one arm curling protectively around you.

"Just… don’t speak right now." They deliberately avoid your eyes.

And they don’t say much after that. Maybe they can’t say much, not with your touch making their ears go slightly red at the tips.

But the warmth they offer? It’s steady and comforting, like something that’s always been there - just hard to reach until now.

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Rhaelos/Rhaela:

They loathe the cold. Every inch of them stiffens under your touch - and yet, they don’t move away.

They bite down on the inside of their cheek, jaw tight, expression stoic.

It hurts them - truly - but they bear it with grim, noble resolve.

If you looked at them you’d think they were enduring torture for you. And maybe they are. Willingly.

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Drakon:

Barely reacts. Heat lives in him like breath. He smirks, low and slow.

"Are just your hands enough?"

An arm slips around you, tugging you in. Skin to skin, warmth to warmth. He’s generous with it - greedy with it.

"I’ve got plenty to give, little snowflake."

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???

She startles first, then melts with sympathy.

"Oh no - your hands are freezing! Want a cuddle?"

She wraps around you like sunlight, giggling as she pulls you into a tangle of warmth and love.

If mc was under mind control to do horrible things who would be able to kill MC??

Ohhh that is a deliciously cruel question. 👀

I can definitely work with this.

BUT: This ask actually reminded me a little of another one I got - someone once asked if the ROs would rather kill the MC to save the world, or let the world burn to keep the MC alive. Check it out 👉🏻 here

To make this one feel a bit different, let’s imagine the MC isn’t themselves anymore. Really, truly gone. No way back.

So the question becomes:

Would the ROs be able to kill them?

Here’s what I imagine:

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Rhaelos/Rhaela:

Yes. With heartbreak in their eyes and their hands steady.

They believe in judgment, in consequences, even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts. If there were no other way - really no other way - they’d carry that burden.

But they’d never truly forgive themselves.

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Alexos/Alexa:

They’d try. They’d believe it was their duty. That it had to be them - because it could not be anyone else. Not with you.

But in the end… I don’t think they’d be able to go through with it.

Their hands would tremble. Their hearts would break. And they’d hesitate - just before the chance is lost.

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Theron/Thera:

No. Absolutely not. It wouldn’t even be a question.

They would rather run, fight, plead with the Gods - anything but hurt the person they still believe is somewhere inside you.

It might be futile in the end…but they would never raise their bow.

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Drakon:

Yes.

He’s not a man who doubts. When he makes a choice, it’s grounded - and final.

And if he believes you’re already gone, he won’t hesitate.

But he wouldn’t live long after that.

Drakon doesn’t do half-measures.

If he ends you, he ends with you.

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Zephiron/Zephyra

No. Never. Not even if the sky burned and the earth cracked open.

They’d made peace with losing everything - except you.

If the world called you a threat, they’d simply call it wrong.

They are cold to many - but at this point, you melted through long ago.

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Dorian/Dione

Also no.

Morally ambiguous as they are, they’d absolutely go villain mode with you.

If you're bad now? Well - guess who's worse.

They’ve done questionable things before, and they can sleep just fine.

As long as they get to sleep next to you.

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 ???

I really don’t think she could.

She’d cry, beg, scream at the sky if she had to - and she’d try everything else first.

In the end, she’d be completely helpless.

She might be an optimist, but something like this would break her.