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Someone requested that I write something fluffy for Elias, but I couldn't come up with anything, so I'll just share some of my delulu me think about this man when he's in love.
✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 ✧
Elias never wears a tie because it's such a hassle in the morning, and he always loses it somewhere after doing laundry. Jo always has to help everyone sort their uniforms and clothes in general, and often finds Elias's tie randomly stuck in the corner of the washing machine.
But every time you nag him about the untidy state of his uniform, he'd just smile and say he doesn't know how to wear his tie properly, which always ends with you helping him.
You get on your tiptoes slightly as he leans down a bit.
Your scent and breath are always so close to him when you help him with such a small gesture, while still murmuring some displeased words at him.
He never really pays attention to your words because he's always so consumed by your gentle touch and the soft scent wrapped around him, and he feels a bit empty when you pull away.
FYI: He KNOWS how to put on a tie. Several ways, actually. Jo taught him quite a few. He just likes to mess with you and genuinely enjoys having you put it on for him.
♡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ♡
Elias isn't addicted to sweets. He just needs sugar to stimulate his brain enough to work and get through the day. He never used to eat that many sweets before, only small amounts or whatever happened to be available around the office.
But it became a habit when you started carrying candies around and giving him a piece every day. It slowly grew on him. You even restock the snack bowls and shelves in the office all the time, making sure there was Jo and Mio's favorite coffee, Shion's favorite chocolate, and both sweets and coffee for Elias.
So he gradually got used to having some amount of sugar every day.
At first, he didn't think much of it. It was just another one of your thoughtful little habits, something you did for everyone without expecting anything in return.
But then he started noticing things. The way you'd always leave his favorite sweets where he could easily find them. The way you'd quietly replace the empty candy jar before anyone else even realized it was running low. The way you'd automatically hand him a piece whenever you saw him rubbing his temples after staring at paperwork for too long.
Somehow, without realizing it, he started reaching for those sweets every day. Not because he particularly craved sugar. But because every piece reminded him of you.
On days when you were busy and forgot to hand him one, he'd find himself glancing toward your desk without meaning to. On days when you weren't around, the snacks on the shelf suddenly tasted a little less sweet.
He never mentioned it, of course.
But if anyone ever removed the candy bowl you carefully maintained, Elias would probably be the first one to notice.
Because it was one of the countless little traces of you scattered throughout his day, and he had become far more accustomed to those than he would ever admit.
⋆｡°✩ 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 ✩°｡⋆
Elias used to be a heavy smoker, but he started cutting down when he found out you didn't like the smell of cigarettes.
Not because he particularly cared about his own health.
Truthfully, he neglected his health far more often than he should. Skipping meals, surviving on coffee, staying up too late, and brushing off any concern directed toward himself had become second nature to him long ago.
But somehow, that attitude never extended to you. The moment it came to your health, he became annoyingly attentive.
He'd remind you to eat on time, quietly place a blanket over your shoulders when you fell asleep at your desk, and immediately notice whenever you looked even slightly unwell.
So when you casually mentioned one day that you disliked the smell of smoke, he remembered.
Quitting wasn't easy. Years of habit couldn't disappear overnight, no matter how much he wanted them to.
So instead, he started cutting down little by little.
He stopped smoking around the office. Then he stopped smoking during breaks if he knew you'd be nearby.
Eventually, he only smoked when you weren't around.
You never noticed the effort at first.
Only that the smell that used to cling faintly to his clothes seemed to disappear more and more over time.
Elias never brought it up.
He never told you how many times he'd reached for a cigarette only to put it back in the pack because he knew you'd wrinkle your nose if you caught the scent later.
Because to him, it wasn't some grand sacrifice. It was simply you.
And somehow, your comfort had become important enough for him to change habits he never thought he'd change for anyone.
୨୧‥ 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 ‥୨୧
The moment you stopped being around to help him put on his tie, Elias stopped wearing one altogether.
Whenever someone asked why, he'd simply shrug and say it was annoying, uncomfortable, or too much hassle to deal with every morning.
Which wasn't entirely a lie.
But it wasn't the real reason either.
The truth was that he missed the routine. The way you'd sigh dramatically every time you saw his crooked uniform. The way you'd scold him while fixing it anyway. The way you'd stand on your tiptoes as he leaned down slightly to make it easier for you.
Most of all, he missed those few quiet moments where your full attention was on him.
So after you were gone, the tie stayed forgotten. Not because he couldn't wear it. Because there was no longer anyone he wanted to wear it for.
⋆⸜ 𝐀𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 ⸝⋆
Elias is actually very skilled at magic tricks. Not simple card tricks or cheap party tricks either. Professional level kind of illusions.
The kind that leave people staring in confusion even when they're actively trying to figure out how he did it.
But despite being so talented, he rarely shows it off.
Outside of his performances, he almost never does tricks for anyone.
Most people in the House have only heard rumors about how good he is. You, however, are the exception.
Whenever you have a bad day, somehow he always notices.
One moment you're sitting there, frustrated and exhausted, and the next he casually reaches behind your ear and suddenly a flower appears between his fingers.
Or he'll flick his wrist and somehow produce your favorite candy from thin air.
Sometimes he'll make little trinkets appear. Sometimes small treats.
Sometimes things that shouldn't logically fit inside his sleeves at all.
Every single time, it makes you laugh.
And every single time, he acts as if that was the goal from the beginning.
He doesn't perform those tricks to impress you. He performs them to see you smile.
After all, it's special treatment reserved exclusively for his darling 😉
♡ 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 ♡
Elias loves stealing kisses from you. Warning you beforehand completely defeats the purpose. So he never does.
One moment you're talking, reading, or simply minding your own business, and the next he suddenly presses a kiss against your forehead, your cheek, your temple, or your lips before acting as if nothing happened.
The resulting flustered expression on your face never gets old to him.
Sometimes he'll even hide his smile behind his hand afterward, pretending he has absolutely no idea why you're staring at him.
That being said, he's not particularly fond of public displays of affection.
Holding your hand is fine.
Standing close to you is fine.
Resting a hand on your shoulder or waist is fine.
But... he prefers having you all to himself, away from curious eyes and interruptions.
In private, he's far more affectionate than most people would ever expect.
The playful thief who steals quick kisses throughout the day turns into someone who simply enjoys being close to you.
Forehead pressed against yours.
Arms wrapped around your waist.
Enjoying your company without saying much at all.
Because while Elias enjoys surprising you with stolen kisses, what he loves most is having those quiet moments where the world disappears and it's just the two of you.
ᵔᴗᵔ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐨, 𝐦𝐞?
Elias gets surprisingly jealous when you pay too much attention to someone else for too long. Especially if you're praising another performer's skills.
On the surface, he seems completely fine with it. He'll smile, nod along, and even agree with your compliments.
"Yes, they're quite talented."
"That performance was impressive."
"They worked hard for that."
Completely reasonable responses.
Meanwhile, there's an unpleasant bitterness sitting in the back of his throat the entire time.
Not because he thinks you shouldn't admire others. Not because he's insecure. He simply wants all of your attention.
And when all of it is directed somewhere else, he can't help feeling a little dissatisfied.
Of course, Elias isn't the type to throw a tantrum or openly complain. Instead, his possessiveness appears in much subtler ways.
Like casually asking you to help him with his tie when he could easily do it himself.
Like waiting for you to fix his hair before a performance.
Like standing patiently while you adjust his makeup, straighten his collar, and smooth out the wrinkles in his outfit before he steps on stage.
He loves those moments. Because while everyone else can admire him from afar, those small acts of care belong exclusively to you.
You're the one fixing his appearance.
You're the one fussing over him.
You're the one standing close enough to touch him.
And somehow, that always makes the bitter feeling disappear. No matter how much attention you give others, he knows he'll eventually have you all to himself again ^^
ੈ✩ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬
Elias only truly falls asleep when you're in his arms. He's never been a good sleeper.
Years of late nights, irregular schedules, and an overactive mind have made proper rest almost impossible for him.
Even when he does sleep, it's light and restless. Even the smallest sound can wake him. The slightest movement can pull him from sleep.
Most nights, he wakes up feeling no more rested than before. But somehow, that changes when you're there.
The moment you're curled up beside him, something inside him settles. He instinctively pulls you closer, wrapping his arms securely around you until there's barely any distance left between the two of you. Not because he's afraid you'll leave. He simply likes feeling you there.
The warmth of your body.
The steady rhythm of your breathing.
The reassuring weight of you against him.
His favorite position is when you rest your head against his chest. He loves being able to feel your presence so clearly.
Sometimes your breath brushes against his collarbone. Sometimes it tickles just enough to stir him from sleep for a brief moment. He'll crack open an eye, glance down at you, and find you still sleeping peacefully in his arms.
Then he'll pull you a little closer. Press a lazy kiss against your hair. And drift back to sleep again.
The man who struggles to rest anywhere else ends up sleeping his deepest when he's holding you. As if your presence alone convinces his body that, for once, it's safe to relax.
✧ 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✧
Since Elias can't sleep much, he enjoys spending quiet late nights with a drink in hand.
Bonus points if he has company.
Even more bonus points if that company is you.
Those late night hours are some of his favorites. The world is quieter, the office is empty, and there are fewer interruptions demanding his attention.
If you don't drink, he never pressures you to. Instead, he'll prepare tea, soda, or whatever beverage you prefer. He always keeps your favorites in mind.
There will also be snacks. Sweet ones. Savory ones. A mixture of both if you're indecisive. Everything carefully chosen based on your preferences.
He pretends it's nothing special, but somehow your favorite snacks always happen to be available whenever you're around.
If you do drink, however, that's an entirely different story.
To this day, Elias has lost count of how many times you've stubbornly challenged him to a drinking contest. And every single time, the result is exactly the same.
You start the night full of confidence. Convinced that this will finally be the time you win.
A few drinks later, you're insisting you're completely fine.
A few more drinks later, your words start slurring together.
And before long, you're drinking yourself into oblivion while Elias looks exactly the same as when the evening started.
He just quietly watching your increasingly terrible decisions unfold. With that small, amused smile of his, he always takes your glass away before things get worse.
And even if you u insist you're still perfectly capable of winning, he never listens.
The contest ends whether you approve of it or not.
Then he carries you back to your dorm.
And every single time, if you're particularly clingy and needy, wrapping your arms around him and refusing to let go, he'll end up staying the night.
Not because you ask....
Well, maybe a little because you ask.
Mostly because he can't bring himself to leave when you're looking at him like that.
The next morning is always the same though. You wake up with a pounding headache. Complaining that you'll never drink with him ever again. Swearing that this is the last time.
Elias simply hands you water and watches with quiet amusement. Because he already knows exactly what's going to happen.
A few weeks later, you'll challenge him to another drinking contest. And lose all over again.
To you, Elias always seems like the sober one.
The composed one.
The responsible one.
The man who never loses control.
But oh, dear.
What you don't realize is that he's hopelessly intoxicated already.
Not by alcohol though. But...
By you.
By your smile.
By your laughter.
By the way your eyes brighten when you're happy.
He's been drunk on your love for far longer than you've ever been drunk on wine.
♡ 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 ♡
Oh and you know? He got called a con artist for a reason. He's a thief. A very sly one too.
He always steals your sweets as much as he loves stealing kisses from you.
Which means that when a sugary candy is already sitting neatly on your tongue, and you're humming while enjoying the sweetness, he'd randomly appear out of nowhere just to kiss you.
He's shameless, so he doesn't really care if other people are around.
But if he's going to steal your little candy, he prefers it when it's just the two of you.
He'll kiss you out of nowhere, taking the candy you'd been enjoying for himself before calmly pulling away.
And then he just casually walks off afterward, not caring in the slightest about how completely malfunctioning you've become because of it.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎
Elias secretly enjoys it when you're mad at him. Not when you're genuinely upset or hurt, of course.
But when you're scolding him? Nagging him? Giving his arm a light smack because he's being annoying again?
Oh, he finds it far more entertaining than he probably should.
Mostly because you're adorable when you're angry.
Your brows knit together.
Your cheeks puff slightly.
Your voice gets sharper as you lecture him about whatever ridiculous thing he's done this time.
And haha... Your words have absolutely zero effect on him.
Not because he isn't listening or anything. He's listening very carefully. He's just too busy admiring you to feel threatened.
Which is exactly why you get even angrier whenever he starts smiling.
"Are you even taking me seriously?"
"I am."
"Then stop smiling!"
Unfortunately, that only makes the smile wider.
You'd swear he's doing it on purpose.
And uhm... He probably is.
Still, the reason he never pushes too far is because he knows exactly how soft hearted you are.
You can never stay mad at him for long.
Not when he gives you that sincere look.
Not when he apologizes so earnestly.
Not when he quietly offers you your favorite snack afterward.
Before long, your anger disappears completely. And there he is again, looking unbearably pleased with himself.
As if he'd known from the beginning that you'd forgive him.
Haku, Rui, and anyone else you think fits for this prompt.
MC who doesn’t usually respond to flirting. Most of the time the ghouls just get a warm smile or something like that.
but once one a blue moon, MC will hit them with the most flirtatious comeback ever that it leaves the ghoul stuttering and looking like a tomato!
I luv u and hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!
Oooo okay! I personally am not the best at flirting but we’ll see how this goes!
Once In A Blue Moon
Featured ghouls: Haku Kusanagi and Rui Mizuki
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Haku Kusanagi:
Haku liked teasing you because your reactions were usually subtle in the cutest ways possible. You weren’t dramatic or openly argumentative; instead, your embarrassment came quietly, in softened eyes and the tiny twitch at the corner of your lips and the way you’d avoid looking directly at him for a few seconds too long. Haku found it endlessly entertaining.
“Princess,” he drawled lazily one afternoon as he leaned across the back of the couch behind you, “if you keep looking this pretty while I’m trying to relax, I’m gonna have to file a complaint.”
You barely glanced up from your phone. “To who?”
“No idea. God, maybe.”
“You think god can help you?”
“No,” Haku admitted easily. “But maybe he'll at least sympathize with me.”
That earned him the familiar smile he liked so much: warm, helplessly amused, fond enough to make his chest feel strangely light. Haku grinned back, entirely satisfied with himself.
The thing was, he never really expected you to flirt back. You always let him talk, always indulged him with that patient sweetness of yours, but you rarely ever threw the teasing back in his direction. Which meant Haku had gotten comfortable. Confident, even.
Then one evening, while helping Zenji with filming equipment, Haku wandered into the common room and found you sitting cross-legged on the floor sorting through cables.
“Princess,” he sighed dramatically, dropping down beside you, “you’re working too hard. C’mere and let me spoil you for a bit.”
You didn’t look up. “Spoil me how?”
“Hm.” He pretended to think about it. “Lap pillow? Head pats? Maybe I’ll even hold your hand if you ask nicely.”
“Only my hand?”
Haku paused.
Slowly, you looked over at him.
Your expression was completely composed. Calm. Curious. But your eyes sparkled with just enough amusement to make his stomach flip instinctively before his brain even caught up.
"You know," you teased, scooting closer, "you didn’t have to play hard to get. You could’ve just asked."
Haku froze so hard he almost dropped the camera battery in his hand.
“…What?”
You blinked at him innocently. “Did I say something weird?”
He stared at you in stunned silence while the words replayed in his head approximately fifty times.
You didn’t have to play hard to get.
You could’ve just asked.
Haku Kusanagi, owner of the so-called devilish charm, experienced the deeply humbling sensation of his entire brain short-circuiting.
His face turned red first. Then his ears.
Meanwhile, you simply returned to untangling the cables like you hadn’t just shattered his composure into microscopic pieces.
“You can’t do that,” Haku said finally, voice quieter than usual.
“Do what?”
“Flirt back.”
A small smile appeared on your face. “Why not?”
“Because now I’m nervous.”
That finally made you laugh properly, bright and soft and unfairly cute, and Haku pressed a hand over his face with a groan.
“Oh, you’re enjoying this.”
“Maybe a little.”
“You’re supposed to be the normal one,” he muttered.
You leaned slightly closer then, just enough for him to catch the faint scent of your shampoo, and Haku immediately forgot how breathing worked.
“Maybe you bring out a different side of me, Haku.”
He made a sound that was somewhere between a cough and a whimper.
And when you stood up afterward and walked away carrying the cables, Haku remained sitting on the floor staring after you with burning cheeks while Zenji floated into the room, took one look at him, and immediately burst out laughing.
🌙 ————————————————— 🌙
Rui Mizuki:
Rui flirted with everyone the same way the sun touched every window on campus: casually, warmly, persistently. A wink here, a hand to the small of someone’s back there, a dramatic sigh about how cruel it was that no one appreciated his beauty enough. Most people either rolled their eyes or laughed him off, and you—well. You usually just smiled at him. Soft, amused, patient. The kind of smile that made him pause for half a second longer than he intended before continuing on with whatever nonsense he’d been saying.
“Cutie,” Rui called from where he was sprawled upside down across the sofa, blond hair nearly brushing the floor as he peered at you with theatrical suffering, “I cleaned Edward’s room again today. If you value my poor overworked heart at all, I deserve a reward.”
You looked up from the book in your lap. “A reward?”
“Yes. Preferably one involving affection. Perhaps a kiss to heal my wounds.”
“You survived.”
“Barely.”
You laughed quietly, shaking your head, and Rui grinned in triumph because making you laugh always felt like winning something precious. Most of the time, that was as far as it went. He’d toss you another line, you’d smile at him with that fond little expression of yours, and the game would continue exactly as it always had.
That was why Rui wasn’t prepared when he wandered into the kitchen at two in the morning and found you standing by the counter in one of his oversized sweaters, sleeves swallowing your hands as you stared sleepily into a mug of tea.
He leaned against the doorway immediately, because of course he did. “Cutie,” he sighed dramatically, “you know, it’s terribly irresponsible of you to look this adorable while everyone else is trying to survive around here.”
Usually you’d duck your head. Usually you’d smile and mumble something under your breath.
Instead, you lifted your eyes to him over the rim of your mug, expression calm and unreadable.
"If I turn around, are you going to stop staring, or just keep doing it?"
Silence.
Actual silence.
Rui blinked once.
Twice.
You took another sip of tea while he continued staring at you as if his soul had just temporarily exited his body.
“I— excuse me?” he managed finally, voice cracking in a way you had never heard before in your life.
You tilted your head innocently. “Hm? Was I wrong?”
Rui Mizuki, the shameless flirt of Darkwick, the man who could sweet-talk his way through almost anything without so much as blinking, suddenly looked catastrophically flustered. Pink spread across his cheeks so fast it was almost impressive, and he straightened from the doorway too quickly, nearly catching himself on the frame.
“You can’t just say things like that,” he sputtered.
A tiny smile tugged at your mouth. “You do.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“Because—” Rui stopped entirely, visibly scrambling for composure. “Because I’m supposed to be the charming one here.”
You hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe I got tired of letting you win.”
The smile you gave him afterward was devastatingly gentle, like you hadn’t just completely obliterated him in under thirty seconds.
Rui covered his face with one hand.
“Oh, this is evil,” he groaned weakly. “You’re evil. I take back every nice thing I’ve ever said about you.”
“But you’ll say more later.”
“…Probably.”
And the worst part—the absolute worst part—was the quiet little laugh you gave after saying it, because Rui knew then that you had done it entirely on purpose, and somehow that only made his heart beat harder.
Updated Tokyo Debunker ghoul birthday list, now with 100% more Dionysia!
January 6th: Jo Kongoza
January 13th: Ritsu Shinjo
February 20th: Subaru Kagami
March 14th: Rui Mizuki
March 22nd: Lucas Errant
March 23rd: Towa Otonashi
April 19th: Lyca Colt
April 25th: Alan Mido
May 23rd: Leo Kurosagi
May 31st: Tohma Ishibashi
June 8th: Shion Genkai
June 19th: Zenji Kotodama
July 25th: Ren Shiranami
July 26th: Haku Kusanagi
August 19th: Shohei Haizono
August 31st: Jin Kamurai
September 8th: Elias Pratt
September 14th: Yuri Isami
September 20th: Haru Sagara
October 13th: Jiro Kirisaki
October 16th: Taiga Hoshibami
November 10th: Edward Hart
November 14th: Romeo Scorpus Lucci
November 25th: Mio Susuhara
December 11th: Kaito Fuji
I assume they won't be getting birthday cards for this or last cycle, so no gemstone cards and no tarot cards for Dionysia. But that's just a guess--we'll probably learn in June around Shion's birthday?
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Pairing: Merfolk! Shion Genkai × GN! Mortkranken! Reader
Note: Shion is just being Shion when he calls you “wife,” okay? The Reader can be whoever you want them to be!
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I can imagine Shion as a merfolk who absolutely still has all his predatory instincts, even after years or decades of living among humans. And the merfolk way of showing affection is also very different compared to humans.
Like, they can choose a human to be their mate. They lure that person with their voice, if he has some siren ability, then drag them down into the water and drown them while kissing them, turning them into one of the merfolk.
So being a merfolk's mate is a very tough task, not easy at all. And when a merfolk marks you as their mate, they will try to drown you in some way.
So hear me out.
Imagine you are a Mortkranken student who is assigned to take care of the aquarium anomalies with your team. However, since Shion is a merfolk, he also needs his monthly, sometimes weekly, full body checkup. So this huge tank in the laboratory is for him only when he has a checkup scheduled.
The thing is, he is very uncooperative when it comes to having checkups, which gives lots of students and staff a headache. Those who were able to handle his checkups before either quit or got scared almost to death by him.
He is sly and mischievous, saying things others cannot understand. He has tried to drown a couple of students too. So everybody has heard of his reputation and is too afraid to even come near the tank, let alone approach him to do any checkup.
Yuri has a terrible headache because of this issue, as everyone refuses to be assigned to Shion.
And you? A first year student who is just doing your daily tasks. You are supposed to check the temperature and filter system, but as you are near the surface of the tank, you feel something slippery and wet on your skin. Looking down, you see his dark blue hair rising above the water surface as his sharp, clawed, membrane hand grips tightly around your ankle. Everybody seems stunned by his sudden appearance because Shion normally never even comes up when people call for him.
As you freeze in place, you hear Yuri shout from across the room, telling you to stay away from the water.
But it is too late as you grab onto the nearest railing when he suddenly pulls you so violently, as if he is trying to drag you under the water.
You can swim but you are scared, okay? What if he really drowns you? You have heard about the rumors and there is no way you are going to risk your life and let him drag you into the tank. You do not even know where you find the strength to hold onto the railing as you kick him and struggle to break free, but his grip is so tight you almost feel like your bones will twist and crack.
Not until someone turns on the sound wave system to chase him away does he finally let go. You even accidentally kick him in the face while struggling.
After that, you are still stunned by the whole thing. Your heart is beating loudly, your blood runs cold as everybody rushes to see if you are okay.
That was not a pleasant surprise and definitely not a good first impression.
But you only take a few days off before you return after getting some proper rest because, well, you love working in the aquarium section and also... he has not exactly done anything to you yet.
Yeah, let’s hope it stays that way.
・。・。・。
But as you near the surface again, you suddenly feel that wet, slippery, all too familiar sensation. You turn around and look down, once again stunned to meet that glowing pair of yellow eyes.
He gives you an eerily deep grin, his skin pale as water streams down his face. Dark blue strands of hair cling to his porcelain features, and you can almost see his fangs when he smiles like that.
“You came back.”
Everyone seems to panic when they see him, afraid he might try to drown you like last time. Your breath trembles slightly. Even your hands are shaking, and your heart nearly stops beating.
Still, you try to keep calm. You inhale and exhale slowly and deeply. Carefully, you crouch down at the edge, meeting his gaze as you give a small introduction about yourself.
“Hi… Nice to meet you…”
He seems pleased with that, his tail flicking as it creates a small riptide on the surface.
Ever since that day, Shion has been very cooperative when it comes to body checkups. As long as you are the one performing the tasks, he is always visibly pleased. So even when Yuri is worried, he still assigns the responsibility to you. You take on the task of caring for this merfolk, all the while carrying the constant fear that he might try to drown you.
Yet after spending days with him, he shows no intention of doing so. Instead, he gives you an anklet made from his old scales. He tells you it is from molting season, and that most merfolk give their prettiest scales to their mate as a pledge of love. He admits it is not the most beautiful scale he has. He says he will make another one for you after his next molting season, but if you would prefer to pluck a fresh one from him, that would be fine too.
He even goes as far as showing you his large tail so you can choose the scale you want. You could strip him clean if you wished. He would not stop you.
But you gently ease him down, telling him you like the anklet enough and that he does not need to go that far. You thank him for the small gift. He seems displeased by your refusal, yet still happy that you accepted what he gave.
He is definitely the sly type, always trying to lure you into the water with him whenever he has the chance. You have not fallen for any of his attempts, but still… you cannot deny the temptation. The way he speaks is unique, oddly poetic, gloomy and eerie, yet somehow still beautiful. Haunting, in a way that makes you want to lean closer just to hear more.
And what you notice most about Shion is that he is beautiful. A haunted kind of beauty, the sort you would only find in ancient works of art. Like an old painting, forgotten and gathering dust in an abandoned mansion. Like a statue standing silent in a long forgotten garden. Like jewelry lost with the treasure of a sunken ship.
And those three beauty marks beneath his eyes. They rest there so perfectly, brushing against his velvet, snow-white skin. Like dark pearls, faintly glimmering under the light.
And his velvet dark blue hair, softly grazing the tips of your fingers whenever he nuzzles close to your hand, silently asking to be patted.
And his large hands, with long, slender fingers. Between them stretches a thin membrane, and his claws are sharp and gleaming. It feels as though with just one slight movement, he could draw deep crimson blood from your flesh.
Though he is slightly undernourished due to his diet, you have been adjusting it, and he is getting better now. Even so, he still seems to be in great shape for hunting.
You notice that he likes sweets and dislikes anything bitter, so you try to add a bit of sweetness to his meals. However, he only eats those snacks if you feed him yourself. Otherwise, he never finishes them. He always leaves leftovers behind, which explains why he has been lacking proper nutrition.
He is always teasing you with his myths about merfolk, saying things like if humans receive a kiss from a merfolk, they can breathe underwater. Of course, it is only a myth, because no one has ever been brave enough to test it.
He also claims that instead of tears, he can cry pearls and crystal gems. If you want to see it, he says, you could twist a knife in his heart, and he would shed a fortune’s worth of pearls for you.
He goes on to say that if merfolk do not have a mate, they will die, dissolving into sea foam and never seeing the light again. According to him, one of the ways merfolk reproduce is by transforming humans into one of their own, making them their mates and creating more merfolk.
Their immortality depends on their mate. If their mate dies, they die as well.
It sounds both beautiful and tragic. To live with your mate and die with them, yet to have your entire existence depend on another person.
Shion seems thrilled by the idea. He says he has chosen you to be his mate. He has no regrets and would live and die for you, and you alone.
Is that not hauntingly romantic of him?
How could you refuse a man who bares his soul and heart to you like that?
And knowing Shion, he might even tear his heart out and place it in your hands if that is what you wished. Just say the word, and he would devote himself completely to you, expecting the same in return.
・。・。・。
Somehow, by the time you realize it, the two of you are already together. Still, Shion has a great deal to learn about human relationships. You find his ideas about family and connection strangely intriguing, and more often than not, you do not argue with them.
Because of Shion’s instincts and the fact that he is nothing like the merfolk you have worked with before, things are never simple. His species is unusual and quite rare, so much so that even Darkwick has difficulty classifying him. Sometimes, when you talk with him or check on him, and if he is in a good mood, he might answer one or two of your questions.
“You’re spacing out, Wife.”
His eerie voice suddenly pulls you from your wandering thoughts, and you turn to see him in the water.
His brows are furrowed, clearly displeased that your attention was elsewhere. He flicks his tail, splashing the water in quiet irritation.
Knowing Shion, you always come prepared. Ever since you started working with him, you make sure to wear your swimsuit. You have no intention of leaving the lab soaked like a sewer drenched rat.
You watch as he swims closer. Your legs are already in the water, enjoying the cool and refreshing sensation as you finally voice your thoughts.
“I was just wondering… can you sing, Shion?”
He lets out a soft laugh, there is a hint of mockery in it.
“Yes… but not in the way you think.”
You tilt your head slightly at his answer.
Then suddenly his hands wrap around your ankle. You still flinch every time. You can never quite get used to it, as though at any moment he might drag you down and drown you with him.
“I just recalled what Elias said the other day about your singing voice,” you say, looking down at him as he gently rests his head against your knees.
He nuzzles closer and you feel the slick glide of his skin as his hand reaches up to take yours.
“You want to hear me sing?” he asks, a haunting smile curling on his lips. For a moment, you wonder if you should even say yes.
It feels like willingly stepping into a trap.
“I was just curious if it works the same as a siren.”
Shion suddenly hisses out loud. You startle as his fangs flash right before your eyes.
“Do not compare me to them.”
You fall silent, taken aback by his reaction. After a moment, you gently reach out and pat his head, trying to calm him. He is clearly still upset but your touch softens him somehow. Slowly, he melts into it, resting his head against your knees once more.
You suppose he must have some bad history with sirens.
“…All right then,” you murmur softly. “Would you care to enlighten me a bit?”
Your fingers softly thread through his hair, and you still find yourself amazed by how almost magical it feels. Even when wet, it remains so silky. Sometimes, you cannot help but feel a little jealous. You wonder if it is because he is a merfolk or if his hair is simply that perfect.
“Hm…”
He seems lost in thought for a long moment before finally speaking.
“Our voices can guide those who are lost at sea.”
That piques your interest, and you listen more closely.
“But we can also guide them into the abyss.”
He tilts his head slightly against your lap, turning just enough to meet your gaze. His lips curl into a sly smirk, his eyes narrowing, they’re dark yet faintly glowing under the light.
Your curiosity deepens as you wait for him to continue.
“It depends on what they desire, what greed they carry,” he explains quietly, though his words send a faint shiver down your spine. “And those who have lost their way will never be able to leave the ocean, whether we sing for them or not.”
You look down at him as he lifts his head slightly. Your fingers instinctively follow, your touch grazing softly against his skin. He seems to enjoy it, leaning further into your hand.
“That’s… scary,” you murmur.
He laughs again, a low and rumbling sound mixed with something almost playful. His arms wrap around you, pulling you a little closer as the smile lingers on his lips.
“Yes, it is,” he confirms, humming a soft melody you cannot quite recognize. “But that is on them. We are just predators, hunting our prey.”
You have noticed that before, the way Shion always refers to himself as something carnivorous. You know he still carries those wild, instinctive traits, even after living among humans for so long. You wonder if he ever feels like he does not belong anywhere, or if he simply does not care.
Knowing Shion, it is likely the latter. He never seems bothered when people are afraid of him, when they avoid him or run the moment they see him.
He never tries to fit in either. He simply does what he wants, whenever he feels like it. Sometimes it is dangerous but you have managed so far.
“You’re not like that, Shion,” you say.
His smile fades instantly. His lips press into a thin line as he stares at you with unsettling intensity.
“Really?” he asks, and his voice sounds so low. “Then what exactly am I like?”
You feel the shift in his mood immediately.
With a quiet sigh, you steady yourself and meet his gaze.
It is not that you are trying to convince Shion to change, but rather that you do not want him to see himself as something so burdensome. He may never admit it out loud, but you can sense how he feels. Every time you show him even the smallest bit of affection, he downplays it or brushes it off with a warning, always reminding you of “what he is”
You wonder if he truly sees himself as nothing more than a wild creature.
To you, Shion may not be like other people, but then again, no one is truly the same as anyone else. He has his own quirks and you adore them. Yet every time he reminds you that he is something beyond your ability to understand or handle, it leaves you feeling a little deflated, a little insecure. It feels as though he does not fully believe in your feelings for him, and that stings more than you would like to admit.
When your own boyfriend does not trust you, it is hard not to feel that way.
You cannot claim to understand Shion completely, but you hope that one day you will. More than that, you hope he will allow you to.
“I may not know much,” you admit honestly.
His gaze remains fixed on you, as though his eyes are trying to express what words cannot, like claws digging into your skin, drawing something deeper to the surface.
“But I want to get to know you more. As Shion Genkai, not as a merfolk, not as a ghoul, not as a human, not as an anomaly.”
You keep your words simple, meeting his gaze without hesitation.
Though you do not say it aloud, anticipation builds quietly within you. You wait for his answer, for some kind of acceptance.
“You have plenty of time to.”
When he finally speaks, a soft laugh escapes your lips as his arms tighten around you.
“But… do you really want to?”
There is doubt in his voice.
That is what makes it so difficult to reach him. Shion carries a deep sense of mistrust. Even when he claims to have chosen you as his mate, he still hesitates like this, as though he cannot fully place his faith in you.
Perhaps it is because of how you first met. There was nothing gentle or romantic about it. No good first impression to soften the edges. And yet, Shion has never regretted trying to pull you into the water. In his own way, that was affection, and he never intended to hide it.
You are not sure how to answer him, even though the answer feels obvious.
Instead, you lift your hands and wrap your arms around his neck. His body stiffens at first, startled by your sudden closeness but then he slowly relaxes into it.
His gaze darkens as you draw his face closer. You idly twirl a strand of his soft, dark hair around your fingers before speaking.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
Your voice drops to a quiet whisper meant only for him.
“So I’ll need your cooperation, Mr. Genkai.”
You tease him lightly but he remains silent, his expression unreadable as he holds you close.
His lips still press into a thin line as his pupils seem to scan and dart across your face, like he is trying to crawl in and dig out any lie from you. He seems unconvinced by your words, and you already know that.
It is such a difficult and challenging process to earn his trust, and by now you are just that used to it.
And you can somehow understand all his mischievous antics before, when he messed with other staff and chased them away. It is likely because he does not trust them.
The water on his skin brushes against your fingertips as you gently caress the side of his face, drawing his attention back from whatever dark, consuming thoughts he was having.
“Shouldn't you trust your mate, Shion?” you ask, as his yellow eyes flicker slightly toward your face. “Like how I trust you.”
His grip grows a bit tighter at your words. He leans a little closer as water drifts from the tip of his nose.
“If I did not trust you,” he speaks quietly, “you would be at the bottom of this tank now.”
You let out a loud laugh at his answer. Yes, that is just a very Shion way of expressing himself. Threatening. Most people would freak out at that, but you trust him enough. He will not harm you. Though pulling you into the water is still something he would likely do. He cannot help it.
You press your lips softly against the side of his face. His skin is cold and smooth, the dampness coming into contact with your own as he seems startled by your affection.
But unlike before, he does not pull away this time. His gaze lowers to look at your face more closely. He is awfully quiet today as you look back into his eyes.
“What is it?” you ask softly as he leans in closer to you, his nose gently nuzzling against yours. You feel his breath graze your skin.
“I still want to drown you with me...”
That almost makes you choke. He always knows what to say to ruin the mood. But it is actually his way of showing affection, so you have learned to get used to it anyway.
He leaves you a bit speechless as his head tilts slightly, his nose nuzzling against the side of your face. His warm breath lingers around you, and the closeness makes you imagine that both of you can hear each other’s heartbeat.
His breath invades your space as you feel his body press even closer. The moment you close your eyes, you feel his soft, cold lips press against yours.
Shion’s kisses always seem a bit clumsy, as he is not used to this kind of affection, but he always kisses you with everything he has. Even when it is subtle, you can still feel his desire as his breath mingles with yours. You enjoy soft kisses with him, though Shion rarely kisses gently.
Maybe the way he kisses is just as odd as the way he shows his affection to you.
His tongue drapes over your lower lip, licking you slowly as his eyes open slightly. His pupils seem to glow during the kiss as you feel his fangs graze your lip. He bites your lower lip very softly, as if he is afraid he might tear it. And to be honest, he has before.
Your first kiss was not as soft as this. Back then, Shion was still not familiar with closeness. When he kissed you, it almost felt like he was trying to devour you, his fangs sharp as they drew a bit of crimson blood from the corner of your lip. Even then, he did not stop, flicking his tongue across the blood. He seemed to enjoy the taste and how you squirmed and groaned softly when he hurt you.
But he has learned a thing or two about being gentle. He knows humans are fragile, which is inconvenient sometimes. Still, at least he is trying to learn and understand, being careful not to hurt you now.
Your hand rests at the back of his neck, his soft strands mingling between your fingers, making his kiss grow deeper with each sensation, each small touch you give him.
It somehow satisfies him, yet at the same time, it makes the void within him yearn for more.
His hand reaches to the back of your head as his other arm tightly holds you against him, almost as if he wants to melt you and mold you into himself. As if one more second of your kiss would make him sink his fangs deeply into your flesh and tear you apart completely.
As you slowly catch up with the rhythm he is building, you begin to reciprocate his kiss with the same affection. You bite his lower lip softly, grazing your tongue against his upper lip, and it seems to trigger something in Shion.
You feel his grip loosen around you, as if he is leaning away. That makes you frown slightly. Why is he pulling away?
You do not think much of it. You are just like him, lost in his closeness, and you do not like it when his presence no longer radiates against you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you shift your body closer, chasing after his lips.
You can almost hear a small chuckle from Shion as his arms hover around you.
And by the time you realize it, your body is draped over him, clinging to him. You open your eyes, seeing the state you are in. Subtly, you plan to shift back to your position, but suddenly Shion’s hands grip you tightly.
It is so sudden that you turn your face slightly to look at him, and in that moment, something flashes beneath his glowing eyes. It darkens and dangerous. Before you can even react, he pulls you with him straight into the cold water.
Your arms remain around him as panic surges through you, fear of drowning tightening your chest. But his arms wrap so tightly around your body, refusing to let you go, as if he is determined to pull you deep into the depths with him. He looks slender, yet his grip is incredibly strong, leaving you unable to move at all.
You feel the slippery sensation of his tail against your skin as you struggle to pull away. But Shion does not let go. He seems… at peace, completely unafraid that you might drown.
You hit his chest, and he only lets out a small smirk beneath the water.
“Breathe.”
You read it from his lips, since sound cannot travel properly like this underwater.
He seems so relaxed and unfazed, while you are panicking. Before entering the water, you had already held your breath.
But now, seeing him say that, your mind almost freezes. Can you really breathe underwater?
If you listen to him now, would you die? And if you do not… would he really drown you?
You are not sure.
But earlier, you told him that you trust him. And you do not want to go against your own words, no matter the circumstances.
So even with your life at risk, you finally open your mouth slowly, inhaling through your nose.
But to your surprise, you do not feel the suffocating sensation you expected. There is no feeling of water filling your lungs, at least none that you can notice.
You are even able to exhale normally, small bubbles escaping as you breathe out.
And Shion, the grin on his lips only grows wider, stretching into a mischievous smile. He speaks again, and you read his lips.
“Told you.”
You finally relax when you realize you can breathe normally, but… how?
Was the merfolk kiss really a thing?
You look at Shion in confusion, and he simply continues to smile. His arms are still around you, but his grip has loosened now. You could break free at any moment and swim back to the surface, but you do not.
Instead, you slowly relax in his embrace. Shion shifts slightly, taking your hand as he adjusts his position, letting you face him as your body floats beneath the water.
You notice his tail brushing against your legs as your gaze drifts downward, surprised by how large it is.
Yes, you know that a merfolk’s water form is large, but… his tail is somehow massive. You recall all the times he whipped his tail hard enough to create a riptide. He must have been holding back, because with this… he could easily send someone to their death with a single strike.
He notices your attention wandering again. His hand gently cups your face, guiding your gaze back to his. Underwater, his eyes glow more clearly. You were not imagining it. They truly are glowing.
He draws you closer to him, his tail sweeping through the water as it curls forward, pulling you along with him. He seems to enjoy it as he drapes your arms over his shoulders once more.
His hand slides down to your hip, holding you close. Without warning, he leans in and kisses you again.
Underwater, the sensation feels strange. It is not quite the same kind of wetness you are used to. Somehow, his breath still feels warm as he kisses you deeply. Your arms wrap around his neck as you close your eyes, letting yourself drift under his touch.
You feel his tongue slide out, parting your lips as he gently opens your mouth, finding your tongue as they intertwine. Your arms tighten around him as you lean further into the kiss. But every time it feels like you might take control, Shion leans in deeper, effortlessly turning the balance back in his favor.
You feel his soft strands floating in the water, brushing against your skin.
And as if you have accepted your fate, to sink deeper and deeper into the ocean with him, you let Shion kiss you like that.
Because really, how could you win against a merfolk underwater?
Even if you did not realize it at first, you had long since been charmed by him. And by the time you understood, he had already lured you into the depths of the ocean with him.
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So the new episode dropped and after reading it, it makes me think again about Edward's stance regarding the relationship between humans and anomalies一that he thinks the two are incompatible and that there's no point in trying to understand another creature that's so fundamentally different from oneself.
The Little Fugitive - Chapter 40
This sentiment is very consistent, he said it throughout Season 1 and still standing firm on it in Season 2.
We got another glimpse of Edward's mind on humans and anomalies relationship during Obscuary's second mission.
Tea With A Twist Of Murder - Chapter 19-20
Edward tried to entice MC with another solution to her curse. If she's going to become an anomaly anyway, why not choose to become a vampire instead of the Kyklos? At least this way, she'd still retain her sanity. She'd be a more "human-like" anomaly and she can be with Edward forever一death will not be looming on the corner of her eyes, threatening her safety.
But that's not what MC wants. MC wants to stay human. Her desire to remain human is so strong that it broke Edward's trance, much to his surprise. This is where we witness a very rare emotion coming out of him: contempt.
Edward couldn't even hide his disdain for MC's action. Why retaliate when her sorry fate can be fixed with just a little of his blood? Why deliberately picks the harder choice when there's something easier? Why choose to helplessly struggle when you're so easy to break? Edward couldn't understand MC's logic and it vexed him一so much that MC felt genuine fear of him, remembering that Edward Hart is very much a murder suspect.
But is that really all? Or could Edward be projecting someone else into MC...?
First, I shall show you what Edward's max affection voiceline is like: Being with you brings up old, old memories... Perhaps it's because you remind me a little of her.
We were left in the dark on who this "her" is to Edward until we found out at the very end of Season 1: it's about a woman named Narcissa一and apparently she was the one who "taught" Edward about the betrayals of human.
Our Last Goodbye Act II - Chapter 30
Now, I'm sure a lot of people are already familiar with the myth of Narcissus but I shall reiterate.
In Greek mythology, Narcissus is a hunter known for his beauty. He fell in love with his own reflection but eventually realized that his love could not be reciprocated and he melted away from the fire of passion burning inside him, eventually turning into a gold and white flower.
一 Taken from Wikipedia
There is also a version where it said that Narcissus were cursed to never be able to be loved by the one he fell in love with.
In hanakotoba, other than "conceit" and "narcissism" (duh), the Narcissus flower A.K.A. the daffodils can also be used to convey these feelings: "Come back home to me", "Love me once more", and "Return my love".
The Haunted Host Club - Chapter 31
In the newest chapter we got more hints on what I suppose happened between Edward and Narcissa.
So Narcissa were a mortal and very heavily implied to be Edward's lover. She vowed her eternal love to Edward but something happened that made her prioritize someone/something she cared about other than Edward and thus, she sacrificed their relationship. Edward viewed this act as a betrayal and now he's conviced a congenial relationship between humans and anomalies isn't meant to be.
Now let's backtrack a little.
Waves of Love - Chapter 33
This was the lines Edward used to convice MC to pick him. Edward can offer MC an eternal love but here's the catch: it's not unconditional. MC must swear her eternal love for Edward too一that is by agreeing to become a vampire so she can live alongside him. Refusing that condition will be seen as an act of betrayal.
A bit off tangent... Around more than a year ago, I saw this person I follow on Twitter dubbing Edward as one of Tokyo Debunker's top 重い男... it's a bit hard to explain the nuance in English but basically: if someone is being 重い (lit. heavy, but in this context we're talking about something more abstract rather than actual physical weight), it means they're the kind of person who loves so deeply and obsessively, their feelings of love became burdensome to the object of their affection. Sometimes their love can even "crush" their significant other.
Back then I didn't really get what they mean as I don't really understand Edward (I still don't, ngl) but now I can kind of see it. If Edward can't love someone unless they promise him their eternal love, that'd be quite burdensome, huh...? ^^"a
While we're on the topic of non-human ghouls who love obsessively, isn't there someone else that came to your mind? That's right: Shion Genkai.
On my post last month, I talked about how I suspected what Shion being obsessed about is the concept of "family" itself rather than the individuals involved.
Shion is obsessed with Mio and MC whom he claimed as his little brother and wife, respectively. He used to think of Haru as his family too but he "diswoned" Haru after the Yakushima incident一dubbing him a traitor.
While on slightly different vectors, there's an obvious parallel between the Edward-Narcissa and Shion-Haru dynamics. Both are a close-bonded relationship between an anomaly and a human which ended up failing due to a perceived "betrayal" by the human party.
"But wait!" you interrupted. "Isn't Haru a ghoul? That'd make him an anomaly!" Well... yes and no.
Haru, or just ghouls in general, are technically classified as anomalies by the Institute but to Edward, they're still fundamentally human.
Our Last Goodbye Act II - Chapter 3
Here Edward is telling Towa that no matter what Towa said, Haru is ultimately still human. And his fate is to leave Towa some day. While we have no way to confirm if Edward knows about Shion and Haru's fallout, considering this vampire seems to always know whatever is up when it comes to anomalies... I wouldn't put it past him. Haru have "betrayed" Shion. What makes you think he won't "betray" you too, Towa?
Towa is another non-human ghoul who loves obsessively. He has a very idealistic view of love, he wants to believe about fates written by the stars, and he absolutely loathe separation.
Personally, while I can see Towa loving both Haru and MC in abundance, it's still... hard for me to determine whether Towa genuinely feels "love" towards them or if he's just obsessed with the idea of love itself. The way I see it, Towa may very much just decide that whatever he feels towards Haru and MC is what "love" is supposed to be.
Out of the four non-human ghouls we know, only Lyca seems to love so selflessly. He wants to cerish and treasure everyone important in his life. Family, friends, and coworkers are all equally important to Lyca. Edward have told him multiple times that his sentiment is flawed and pretty much just a sweet dream that won't come true. Too bad Edward was being too cryptic about what he wanted to convey to Lyca so he has a very hard time trying to understand it. Fortunately for Lyca though, Leo is there to deliver the cold, hard fact just as is.
The Haunted Host Club - Chapter 4
Even if you ideally wanted to cerish every single person in your life, it's not realistic. Regular human isn't built for that. They can only handle a handful and even if they try to bite more than they can chew, the one who will have to pay the price later is themself.
This is Edward's full awakening voiceline: Sometimes a youthful folly can lead one into committing grave sins. So I hope that you keep this in mind一remain modest and cautious.
Whenever Edward comments on Towa and Lyca's naivety of wanting to live alongside humans, he always attribute it to them being young. Is it a judgement based on personal experience? Is his relationship with Narcissa happened when Edward considers himself young and immature? And now that he have experienced being betrayed by a human he's so fond of, he view himself as much more mature? For now, only he knows the truth and I'm just here to speculate.
While we're on the topic of Lyca let's examine the barometz case once again!
The Little Fugitive - Chapter 40
According to Edward the barometz only attacked and devoured the girl because it likes her and wanted to keep her close. What about it, you asked?
Well, at the beginning we were made to believe that Lyca didn't murder anyone and that the Institute is just being scummy as usual. But then we found out Lyca's alleged victim is Neros一someone very important to Lyca.
Now, I really wish that isn't the case but let's entertain the thought a bit.
Neros' body is said to be missing and it was suspected that Lyca ate it. What if Lyca really did kill and devoured Neros and then his memory of the event got lost due to trauma?
Some scenarios I can came up with: ① Neros deemed Lyca to be old enough so he wants him to be independent. Neros told Lyca he's leaving, Lyca reacted badly. Frenzied, Lyca turned into his wolf form and一in his desperate attempt to keep Neros with him一devoured him. This will go inline with the theme of a human betraying their anomalous companion. ② Neros is terribly sick and only have little time to live. Lyca can't stand seeing him suffering and he unconsciously transformed into his wolf form to both ended Neros' misery and keep him safe "inside" him. ③ etc...
I know this may sounds like a reach but the only time we got to see half-transformed wolf Lyca in an episode and it's particularly about an anomaly who devoured the human it is fond of as a sign of affection... Maybe it's worth considering, after all...?
We're almost coming to a close but first! Let me bring up Shion's max affection voiceline: Do you want to be with me forever, MC? Then how about a bite of this flesh? Ha ha ha…
Assuming what Shion trying to feed MC is mermaid flesh, all non-human ghouls have expressed their wish/offered to live forever with their human companion(s). Edward with Narcissa in the past and MC in present time; Shion with his little family members; Towa with Haru and MC; Lyca with Neros.
The Haunted Host Club - Chapter 22
The suspiciously Edward-shaped shadowy dark figure of our nightmare told MC that the past is a mirror to the future and she interpreted it that her past knowledge may become useful in the future/something in the past might happen again. Basically history will repeat itself.
....... But that can't be the only interpretation, right?! (sweats) It's not like there'll be another world-shattering apocalyptic event, right? !RIGHT?! (laughs)
PHEW! That was so damn long, huh? If you read all the way down here: thank you for your time! There's so much layers to these non-human ghouls; I can't wait to see what's under all that.
Let's all watch the mysteries of Tokyo Debunker unfolding together~ σ(￣∇︎￣o)
It's been a while since I bombarded you all with a swarm of beetle photos. So here are some beetles I've stitched, including some little peeks under 'the hood'. :D
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Worms (Yandere!Shion Genkai x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)
BIG WARNING i know i often play with y'all but this is actually crazy.
a/n: okay it's horrible but i can't remember what spurred this for some reason. i just remember the feeling that whatever spawned this idea caused, and how i felt inspired to write. it was an idle thought, but it stuck with me. anyway, not super confident in writing shion and this will be a tiny blurb (2.4k words) so im keeping this short and nuking the taglist. enjoy.
this is heavily based in the lore that hints at shion being a merman (read more on this post here from @/yuisua) so do with that what u will. shion is also a yandere because. well,
summary: shion has something to tell you, but in an unconventional way.
cw: spoilers, implied merman shion, mention of insects, blood, cutting, implied cannibalism. and yes, im dead serious. (including this tag just in case: dead dove, do not eat!) minors dni.
"Would you still love me if I were a worm?"
Shion's voice is slightly muffled, as he's facing away from you with his lips pressed against your shirt, bunched up just under your chest. You pause in response, your previous thoughts coming to a sudden halt as his question settles in. He continues tracing circles on your exposed stomach with the sharp edge of his card, as though it were a perfectly normal question. His tracing was light enough not to sting, but you still took shallow breaths to avoid a deep gash in your stomach. You know he feels you pause from how his tracing slows, but he doesn't lift his head from your chest to look at you.
At his lack of further engagement, you ponder it. Sure, you guess. It would still be Shion, even if he were a worm. Worms are worth taking care of, especially if they happen to be the transformed body of someone you love. "Yeah," you try to sound as genuine as possible. "I would still love you if you were a worm."
Seemingly satisfied, he tucks his face tighter against your chest, his cheek pressed flat on your solar plexus. Thinking the moment was over, you relax, letting your mind wander again. You're brought back to reality when Shion's card begins to dig into your skin just enough to leave a bruise. You flinch in surprise, about to ask him to stop, but he beats you to the punch, his lips moving across your ribcage.
"Would you still love me if I were a cockroach?"
Well, that might be pushing it, but you supposed that there was no real difference. A worm wouldn't even be that much more preferable to a cockroach, though the same could be said vice versa. You shrug, figuring if he were a cockroach, he'd still be Shion, and therefore, worth taking care of. "Sure, I guess," you sound more hesitant this time, though you felt that was reasonable. "I would still love you if—ow!"
The sharp edge of Shion's card digs into your skin in the same spot, beginning to draw blood. You reach for the card, but you're too slow. Shion catches your palm, the blade of his card pressed against your wrist. His head is lifted from your chest, craning his neck to glare at you with sulfuric eyes, shining even in your dark room, lit only by the moonlight. You freeze, heeding the warning presented in his gaze. "Not good enough. That answer doesn't count." His eyes are wide, boring into you, before narrowing into thin slits. "Give me a better one."
His tone left no room for argument, and you didn't feel like walking across campus to seek medical attention if he did slit your wrist, assuming you could make it in time and get away from him. You nod, answering more definitively. There was less sincerity behind it, but you knew he cared more about obedience. "Yes, Shion. I would still love you if you were a cockroach."
He huffs, satisfied. He drops your wrist and falls back onto your chest, knocking the air from your lungs. You don't bother telling him to be gentler, well aware that your complaints would fall on deaf ears. Instead, you bite your tongue, trying not to squirm as warm blood from the cut he left slides down the side of your stomach.
You knew you'd be a fool to think the moment was over. He speaks up again, his voice sounding harsher, the tip of his card stopping just below your belly button. "Would you still love me if I were a fish?"
A fish? You blink, wanting to be confused, but lacking the energy to. You don't put much thought into it, spitting out the answer you knew he wanted to hear. "Yes, Shion." You can hear the exhaustion in your own voice. You wondered how many more times you'd have to say this, and in how many more variations. "I would still love you if you were a fish."
He exhales, seeming to relax, but doesn't continue his tracing. You can't be bothered to think much of it, instead wondering what animal he'd ask you about next. A dog? A cat? An anomalous animal, even? The possibilities were endless, and you weren't sure your resignation could carry you through the remainder of what he hadn't asked yet.
You're lost in thought again when his card digs into the skin below your belly button, forming a thin cut. You cry out, distracted, but retract your hands, not wanting to risk a real cut to your wrists. Shion lifts himself from your chest, leaning over the fresh cut. You remain still, watching as he slowly parts his lips, tracing his tongue along the length of the cut. You try not to squirm at the feeling of warm, gentle licks, making your heat twitch despite yourself. He never apologizes for cutting you, just licks your wounds. He moves over to the one on your side, tracing the path of blood trickling down your abdomen back to the cut. He leaves a trail of saliva in his wake. You can only imagine how uncomfortably sticky it will be when it dries. This can't be hygienic, but you haven't complained before, and you weren't going to start now.
Instead of lying back down on your chest, he shifts himself over you, caging you in with his arms before laying his cheek on your stomach. He holds your side, sliding his hand down your body until he reaches your hip. He clicks his teeth before tugging your pants lower on your hips. You make a small sound of protest, but as expected, it falls on deaf ears. He squeezes your hip, sighing in what seemed like satisfaction at having more skin to grope. You aren't bothered by it, though you do wish he'd warn you before undressing you.
With a flick of his wrist, his playing card is back. He traces the sharp tip along your side, forming more swirling patterns. It's back to shallow breathing for you.
He's tracing circles on your hip when he speaks up again. "Would you still love me if I were a fish with a human face?"
These were still hypothetical, right? You try to imagine a fish with Shion's face. The mental image makes you recoil as much as it makes you want to laugh. You desperately stifle that laughter, however. Shion was being completely serious, and you don't want to test him while he holds a blade. "Yes, Shion." Your voice sounds lighter this time, probably due to your amusement. "I would still love you if you were a fish with a human face." Even saying it sounds ridiculous. Laughter bubbles in your chest, but you bite your cheek, hiding your smile and preventing yourself from making any noise.
"You're laughing," Shion's voice comes out as a low rumble, thinly-veiled rage behind every word. The sharp pain in your side kills your laughter immediately as you wince in response. He drags the tip of the card down your side from your waist to your hip, leaving a thin cut already seeping blood. "Try again."
You swallow the humor of the mental image of a fish with Shion's face, reminded of the danger you face simply by being with him. You nod, trying again. "I would still love you, even if you were a fish with a human face." To top it all off, your voice has a slight twinge of fear, though you aren't sure if you're faking it for him or if it's genuine. Regardless, it seems to work.
"Good," he murmurs, roughly dragging his finger across the cut, smearing the blood instead of lapping it up. You flinch, but he doesn't seem to notice. He licks the blood from his finger, lifting his head from your stomach. His gaze catches yours. His eyes always seem to pierce through you. You wouldn't be surprised if he somehow knew what you were thinking, but still, you hold his gaze. As threatening as it was, it was still familiar, and you knew the love he held for you was buried under layers of suspicion, but there nonetheless.
He cages you in with his arms again, hauling his body higher over yours. You stare up at him and admire his beauty. The dim moonlight did his sharp features justice, highlighting his angular jawline and high cheekbones. Dark lashes framed his eyes, which seemed to glow acid yellow in the moonlight. His pale skin almost appeared white, interrupted only by the soft pink of his lips and the moles under his right eye. His beauty is identifiable even when his face is lit up with joy or twisted with anger, but it's his placid expressions that seem to make your heart skip a beat.
He doesn't give you much time to admire him. Soon, he's already shifted, pinning your shoulders down with his knees and flicking his wrist, pulling out his playing card. Your hands fly to his thighs in alarm, feeling considerably more trapped than you had before. You turn your head to each side, though there isn't much space to. "Shion…?" You voice carefully, looking up at him. You tense, placing your hands on his knees in case you need to push him off. He doesn't respond, spinning his card between his fingers before slowly lowering it towards you.
"Would you still love me," he starts, pressing the edge of the card against your throat, "if I were a merman?"
Your racing pulse and panicked mind take a moment to process his words, but when you do, you pause. You take in his gaze, level and very serious. A sinking feeling settles in your gut. It wouldn't be out of the question for those to exist, considering the campus you shared with both a vampire and a werewolf, but you'd never really considered it any further.
You become aware that you're running out of time, and part your lips to form an answer, but nothing comes out. You're stuck, replaying his question in your mind and piecing together how much sense it would make if he were a merman. Your mouth opens and closes, but no noise comes out despite your best efforts to say something, anything. He stares at you, but not in an expectant way. You feel as though he's picking you apart, evaluating your reaction rather than looking for an answer.
He bends forward, keeping the sharp edge of the card against your throat. He stops, but only when he's so close you can feel his warm breath on your cheek. Your pulse thunders in your ears, but you can barely hear it over your own thoughts. It would make sense if he were a merman, but that being the truth was so unexpected that you were having trouble wrapping your head around it. And why would he reveal this now? His trusting you, at last, was the obvious answer, but despite your love for him, you weren't sure if you desired his trust. He hardly had yours.
His eyes narrow, and he presses the card harder against your throat. You hold your breath and freeze, not daring to risk a cut to your throat. He doesn't hold it for long, relieving you of the pressure. He pulls himself back upright, rolling back one of his sleeves.
To your surprise, he turns his blade towards himself, slicing the card through his forearm. Blood drips from his arm onto your face, but you hardly flinch, frozen with shock. You stare at him, wondering if he's lost his mind or if this is a common behavior of his you'd simply failed to pick up on. He pays your shock no mind, wincing as he cuts another gash into his arm. You close your eyes, feeling as drops of blood rain on your face again. You're barely able to register his voice when he speaks, far overstimulated.
"Would you still love me…" He trails off into a pained sigh. Carefully, you open your eyes, squinting at him. He's holding the card to his arm, his eyebrows drawn together and his lips twitching upwards at the corners, slowly spreading into an elated smile.
"Sh-Shion?" Your voice is quieter than a whisper, his name murmured more in disbelief than a need for his attention. He leans forward, pressing his knees further into your shoulders. You grunt in pain, but you know he doesn't hear it.
"…If eating my flesh gave you immortality," he continues, positioning the card against his arm, "and could cure you of your curse?" You hear the sickening slice of the card through flesh, and suppress the urge to gag, swallowing hard. He drops the card to the side, and you glance at it before turning your gaze back to him. You can't tell what he's doing, but you hear the sound of flesh being ripped. You keep swallowing, trying desperately to keep down the urge to vomit, but a few retches rip through your throat, and Shion's blood still spilling from his arm into your open mouth doesn't help.
You swallow again, gasping for air, watching with stricken fear as he pulls a small piece of his arm from his body. Your mouth drops open in shock, but you feel the urge approaching again and hastily close your mouth, your lips trembling.
Finally, Shion looks at you, his elated expression replaced with a soft smile. Something in it strikes more fear into you, and you feel yourself shrinking away, despite there being nowhere to hide. He leans forward to you again, carrying the small piece of his forearm flesh with him. You can only watch with wide, fearful eyes as he places the flesh against your lips, gazing at you lovingly.
"Would you love me forever, then?" He slides the piece of his arm across your lips, covering them with blood and stray bits of his flesh. You shiver, swallowing again, refusing to vomit. He leans forward further until his forehead knocks into yours, his gaze boring straight through you. "Would you devote the rest of your immortal life to me?"
His question sounds more like a plea in disguise. His voice was uncharacteristically soft and gentle, a stark contrast to this situation.
Your hands tense against his knees, but you don't push him off. You can't. You stare at him in disbelief, keeping your lips sealed shut, feeling the blood and flesh pool in the corners of your lips. You breathe heavily through your nose, but the metallic scent is beginning to get to your head, not to mention the lack of oxygen due to him sitting on your chest. It seems he doesn't notice any of it, still gazing at you softly, his small lips upturned in a gentle smile.
"Tell me."
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