hello, i'm andy and i'm garbage! this is a reader-insert fic, aka a second-person pov oc fic, honestly ,,,

anemoneway, i'm obsessed with noblesse and these shitty, shitty gorgeous nobles.
ofc i'm gonna publish a story featuring tao...precious boyfriend...

i'll be real here-this fic is more an indulgence and writing exercise. i'm not too focused on writing well. i'm just focused on writing again at all. (especially in second person/present tense aka my fAVORITE COMBO)
please don't bring your hopes up! `c`

i'm not sure who the protag will romance, but it's between takeo, regis, and lazark. (i know regis is a tiny tiny baby...don't judge me..)
but i get it-the premise itself is far-fetched! but tbh this is a comic about vampires that make shields of blood and level cities, so i mean uh,,

there are going to be some major spoilers! just the premise alone kind of reveals a lot . . .
so if you don't know of the agvain clan then
shit
sorry

i'm sorry if my writing is garbage! it's been a while since i've written!


You know what you mean to them.

You are the symbol of failure and betrayal, the owner of a title long since crumbled. You represent the darkest time in Lukedonia's recent history.

You didn't understand before, kicking and screaming behind closed doors with tears streaming down your face, why Kaye would push you aside even though you were a child, why Gejutel wouldn't give you anything more than a fleeting and pitying glance.

But you're grown.

Of course you understand, now. You understand why they don't trust you. You understand the sharp looks and the way they watch you closely when you speak with the Lord.

How could anyone, when you arrived back in Lukedonia, sobbing with knees and face scuffed, crying out for Krasis' hand only four years after the betrayal? They think it a wonder you still stand in Lukedonia at all.

Since you've realized what happened, why the other nobles didn't trust you, you have known what you'll do.

You will make Agvain a name of pride and honor, bringing this name back to the glory it once held. You will gain their respect.


And when Urokai's presence drops off the earth you feel it, feel Dragus becoming yours.

And you have waited for this.

(Urokai's smiling face, his kind eyes, briefly come to your mind, and your breath halts. Urokai was never a bad brother to you-he always played with you and he held you hand when you fell. He was sweet to you. You never agreed with what he said about the other nobles, despite his devout persistence.

But he caused this. He did this to the other nobles.

He created all this for you.)

You breathe in, breathe out. You stretch out your arms, laying them down by your side a moment later. You flex your fingers, focusing on calling it to you. You can feel energy swirl around your fingertips, and you close your eyes. The black fog caressing your hands is cool and dry, and it focuses in your palm.

(You miss Urokai. Yes, he was your favorite, and the shame of the Agvain name is also now solely your burden. You want him back, if only so you can be a little less alone.)

Dragus, I call you, as your new master.

(You push the loneliness aside. You're going to fix what he caused, no matter what. His mistake is only an obstacle. You're the Agvain family leader, now, and the name will no longer be a searing brand upon your character.)

In one swift motion, you close your fingers around the energy and slash left then right. When the dust has cleared and the leaves finish falling to the ground, you can see you've leveled a quarter of the woods around you, trees and boulders sliced clean through in your wake.

You look down, feeling the cool, hard material in your hands.

You're holding Dragus.

And you smile.