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the-travelling-witch · 3 days

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary: the human custom of sharing clothes had been an unfamiliar one for jade, but he has always been a quick study

pairing: jade leech x gn! reader (both have graduated nrc, but a lot of this is reliving school memories)

warnings: fluff, implied smaller reader; i think it made more sense in my head but have it anyway bc i never wanna shut up about him, please applaud my restraint to not name this ‘boyfriend material’

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It was true that wearing clothes was a foreign feeling when Jade first came to the shore all those years ago. But he had come to like the human custom, no matter how tedious it might seem at times. Not only did he realise the way one dressed held a lot of power in the way one was perceived by others, it had also served him in making some fond memories.

The ones he remembered most vividly, however, were those which featured you at the centre of them. Through various means, like the course they had attended or familiarising himself with different types of media above sea level, Jade had learnt that sharing clothes was a thing done between close friends or romantic partners, often being hailed as a sweet gesture and being positively received by characters and audiences alike. So when you had caught the eel’s interest, he had decided to see what the fuss was all about.

Despite his tendency to curate situations which would bring about whatever outcome he desired, the first time the opportunity arose had been a happy coincidence. That day, it had started raining cats and dogs right as the bell signalling lunch break rang. Luckily, Jade’s last class of the morning had been in the building the cafeteria was in, so he could watch in amusement as students swarmed towards the building with various forms of rain repellent keeping them dry- or not.

You had been one of the poor, unfortunate souls who had left their umbrella at the dorm that day, a point made abundantly clear by the way you had sprinted with your PE uniform jacket held over your head in a feeble attempt of shielding yourself. By the time you had made it into the dry hallway, your jacket had been absolutely drenched, the rest of your clothes not faring much better. Witnessing your predicament and seeing a chance to put his theory to the test, Jade had slinked over to your side.

“Oya, if I had known you were this fond of water, I would have invited you to the Coral Sea before,” the eel had said, startling you with his sudden appearance. Your reaction had only served for the polite smile on his lips to grow a tad bit wider. “Yet, here I was under the impression humans don’t like getting their clothes wet. Perhaps I have been wrong?”

“You know well enough this wasn’t intentional, so drop the oblivious act, Jade,” you had sighed, rustling through your backpack for something and subsequently taking your eyes off him. “So what do you want? If you’re trying to rope me into a deal over a little bit of rain, I’ll have to disappoint–”

Something warm and dry had landed on your shoulders then, your gaze landing on the black fabric draped over your form first and wandering back to the tall student afterwards. With your mouth parted, opening and closing in the search of something to say, you had borne a strong resemblance to a fish out of water.

“I heard humans get sick easily after walking in the rain,” Jade had mused, tugging at his vest and shirt to make sure they sat correctly without his blazer, “and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“What are you–” You had shaken your head, overcoming your initial confusion as you began shrugging the jacket back off your shoulders. At that point you had been sure he had some ulterior motive and you hadn’t felt like picking up any shifts at Mostro Lounge that week. “I can’t take this from you.”

“Oh, but you can,” he had insisted with a smile, a gloved hand landing on your shoulder to keep the clothing in place. “If you are worried about my health, I am most touched. However, us mers are used to the cold and therefore aren’t as prone to catching one.”

“That wasn’t really what I was concerned about,” you had mumbled, crossing your arms. “I’m more worried about whatever strings come attached with this thing.”

“You wound me. Do you really think I would abuse my fellow student’s misery for personal gain?” Despite his words, he had chuckled at your resolute ‘yes, you would’. The hand on your shoulder had pressed into your upper back then to bring you in closer in order to throw you off with the newfound proximity, disguised as shielding you from the throng of people heading to lunch. “If this is what stands in between you and caring for your health, how about this: In return for accepting my blazer, you accompany me to lunch? I’ll consider us even then, I promise.”

You had studied the vice housewarden more closely, yet, as usual, his expression did not give anything away. Just then a chilly breeze had blown through the corridor, making you tremble as you instinctively pulled the blazer tighter around your body.

“Fine, I’ll accept,” you had relented through chattering teeth.

“Wonderful,” the eel had beamed down at you before guiding you forward, still with his fingers splayed over your upper spine. Students had parted like the sea when they had seen the second year approaching and it was a welcome change of pace from having to fight your way into a spot in the queue.

By the time you had found a table, you had slipped your arms through the sleeves of Jade’s jacket to better hold your tray. And when you rolled up the excess fabric to properly use your cutlery, Jade finally realised why lending someone your clothes was a popular trope in various media.

To say the piece was ill-fitting was an obvious remark, with Jade easily being one of the tallest students around, you were practically drowning in his jacket. It had been eye-openingly endearing for him to say the least. And that was even without factoring in the expression on people’s faces when they realised whose clothes you had been wearing, the Octavinelle band around your left arm added to the context of the scene being a dead giveaway. Yes, as a born predator of the sea, a possessive side of him had revelled in the feeling of staking his claim over you in this way.

But he had shoved the notion down as you had asked him if he liked the food that day and how his morning had been. While he had been able to tell you were still a little wary, cautiously phrasing your responses at first, falling into a casual conversation with you was easy enough. When the anecdote of his brother doing something reckless again made you snort before laughing, he had filed it away as something he wanted to see and hear more of, especially when he was the cause for it.

Lunch had passed a little too fast for the moray’s liking but with one glance at his watch and then one at the still pouring rain, he had quickly devised a plan to monopolise your time to the fullest before returning to your classes.

“Allow me to walk you back to your dorm, so you can change before your next lesson,” Jade had smiled as he pulled out his umbrella, his arm hovering around your back as you had exited the cafeteria. “I assure you, this favour comes with no strings attached.”

Looking back at it years later, perhaps that last part had been a lie, though he was sure neither of you minded. Because after that rainy day, you had interacted more frequently with pleasantly changed feelings.

On Jade’s side of things, he had been more fascinated with you and your reactions than ever and the image of you swaddled in his clothes had managed to stir these newfound emotions in him. You, on the other side, had started considering him as more than a devious loan eel and allowed the normally tightly locked thoughts and feelings for him to come out of their confinement little by little.

After playing cat and mouse for a while, you had taken all your courage, grabbed Jade by the collar and confessed, not able to withstand the tension and anticipation any longer. Of course, he had reciprocated your feelings in teasing delight, which, as your relationship had become public, had easily catapulted you up the list of the school’s lunatics in the eyes of many. But you couldn’t have been happier and, the initial complexities of navigating a new relationship aside, Jade was a dream of a boyfriend if he wasn’t hellbent on prodding and poking you for his own amusement.

So it came as no surprise that, during your school years, you had spent a lot of time at each other’s dorms when Jade wasn’t dragging you up some mountain with him. At that point, you’d felt as comfortable in his room as in yours, even if half of it was shared with the sentient tornado that was Floyd, leaving one half to be pristine and the other opposingly messy.

Jade fondly remembered the day you had come over to study for your upcoming potionology exam, your own dorm room too loud to concentrate and hoping to rope the merman into helping you with your prep questions, especially as his brother had been absent from their room that evening. While many regarded him as the sly and conniving one in the relationship, Jade had to admit you were very good at playing your cards right to where he found it increasingly hard to deny you. Perhaps this cheekiness was one of the things that drew him to you.

Considering you had given up on studying in your room pretty much immediately and had only grabbed your books before marching over to Octavinelle, you had still been in uniform when you joined him at his desk. Ever observant, Jade had quickly noticed the way you subconsciously pulled at the clothes or squirmed in your seat trying to get comfortable.

So being the amazing and reliable boyfriend that he was, he had fished some comfortable loungewear out of his closet; he had initially bought it to round out his collection of essential clothing items, though frankly, he didn’t wear it much himself. With no plans to work at the Lounge that night, he had thought that it might be a good chance to give the comfy clothes another shot.

In retrospect, maybe he should thank your uncomfortable uniform.

When you had both changed into the loungewear, he had not only been amused by the way the shirt, which was a regular fit for him, engulfed your upper body or how you had rolled up the ends of his sweatpants. With some playful huffs at his teasing, you had gone back to work until you had finished writing your study notes, at which point you had relocated to his bed, Jade joining you soon after.

Sitting side by side, your boyfriend had taken to quizzing you to see how much you had retained until he had felt your head drop against his shoulder, which was the first time he had taken note of how late it had gotten. For a few moments he had done nothing but study the way your chest rose and fell with deep breaths, your slightly parted lips inviting him to trace his thumb over the curve of them in featherlight reverence. To think that he of all morays would ever be treated to such a peaceful fragment of mundanity, it had made a warmth tug at his heart the same way the waves rolled over the shore in a calming rhythm, which persisted to this day.

It had pained him to wake you again, so could get ready for bed, persuading you sweetly into staying the night. Though he regretted neither getting to see your half asleep face while you had brushed your teeth, nor how he had been able to pull you close to him under the covers, curling his arms around you as his fingers had wandered over the warmth of your skin under his clothes.

In the comfortable darkness of his room, you had exchanged hushed whispers and murmured confessions as you had settled in his embrace, lulled to sleep by the steady beating of his heart and the lips that had spelled promises of safety and adoration against your skin. And for Jade, tugged deep into the crevice of his heart, there had formed the image of a future where this domesticity was normality.

Years later, after graduation, Jade could proudly claim that this fantasy now lived at the forefront of his heart, that he could fall asleep and wake up to your body next to his, cradled by the allure of forever. After all, for no one but those closest to him would he be up with the rising sun to prepare breakfast, humming under his breath as he relived those memories. Though he considered all his efforts paid off when he heard you shuffle into the kitchen before two arms wrapped around his middle and your head leaned against his spine.

“Good morning to you too, pearl,” Jade chuckled as finished plating the eggs on two plates, then knowingly slid a fresh cup of coffee within your reach. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did, until someone decided to just leave me all by my lonesome,” you grumbled, detaching yourself from him so you could lean against the counter and take a sip of coffee, prepared perfectly to your liking. “I like seeing my beautiful husband’s face first thing in the morning but alas…”

As you stepped into his field of vision, Jade noticed you had chosen not to wear a piece of clothing of yours, but had instead plucked his black dress shirt from the chair he had draped it over the day prior. His dress shirt and nothing else. While it was long enough on you to hide what was for his eyes only, it still showed off the beautiful curve of your legs, ending tantalisingly around your thighs. The few buttons you had closed still displayed the sharp contrast between your collarbones and the softness of the skin peeking through below. It would be all too easy to slip the garment from your shoulder…

“That does seem rather unfair,” Jade agreed as he stepped in front of you, hands ghosting along the expanse of your thighs to rest at your waist, the look in his eyes reminding you of his origins and sending shivers of excitement down your spine. “If you allow me, I have a few ideas in mind on how to make it up to you.”

Within the blink of an eye, his hands had steeled their grip around your waist and lifted you to sit on the counter as he took the opportunity to stand between your legs. Then, with a gentleness which did not match the show of strength, he carefully cupped the back of your head in his palm and connected your lips in a kiss as light and soft as the golden rays bathing your kitchen in light. Your own hands busied themselves with tousling his bed head once again, slowly sliding his black lock behind his left ear as you parted from one another, like a painter putting the finishing strokes on their magnum opus.

“Hm, I might be able to be convinced about forgiving you,” you teased, the lovestruck look in your eyes mirroring his as you slung your arms over his shoulders and crossed them behind his neck in an effort to be even closer to him.

“I must be the luckiest man alive,” he mused, meaning every word of his playful response.

Yes, after living on land for so long, Jade had truly taken a liking to the human custom of wearing clothes and all the different possibilities it held. Then again, the fondness those memories held probably had nothing to do with the clothes at all.

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Suitors

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: Many people in Teyvat knows about your relationship with twenty-five men. Though, they disregard it and continue to try to set you up with someone they know. What happens when one of your "suitors" ends up being wanted by the Fatui?

Note: I guess this counts as a filler-ish story, not entirely sure 🤔 For those who are wondering about the new smut series poll and when it'll close, I will close it when the fic is about to be written and it's planned out. So far, the first chapter isn't planned out but I do have the top 10 so far with the most votes. I've been busy with submitting assignments for my final week of winter classes, so this fic may not have turned out how I wanted it to. 🥲 Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Would the reader drinking three glasses of champagne count as a warning?

Word Count: 9.1k

It’s a known fact that you’re dating these handsome twenty-five men of all forms of life, from humans to archons to Onis to half-animal beings, etc. You’re never alone when you’re in Teyvat. When shopping for ingredients, you’re accompanied by Thoma and sometimes another man in your relationship circle. Oftentimes, when you go to the Akademiya, Al Haitham, Tighnari, Kaveh, and Cyno are the ones walking you to school. Everyone at the Akademiya knows you’re close with the Acting Grand Sage. You like to tease Al Haitham for his title and call him by it, knowing it’ll annoy him a tiny bit when you call him by that title.

But just because you’re dating these twenty-five handsome men does not mean your relationship with these men is going to last long, according to the people that have approached you (and disregarded the men’s presence) to ask you to do a favor for them. When they ask you for a favor, you assume it’s to assist them with something! Like homework, if you’re at the Akademiya. But it’s something else you never think about.

The elderly man holds your hands and gives you a sweet smile. “You’re young, intelligent, and very social! Are you single by any chance?” He asks.

You smile at the man. “Thank you! And to answer your question, I—”

The man cuts you off.

“Wonderful! I have a grandson who is around your age! I think you two will make a fine couple!” He says, giving your cheek a squeeze.

Childe lets out a fake laugh, his eyes twitching while holding back from smacking the old man’s hand off your cheek. Childe turns to look at the other men, his lips pressed into a thin line, his face turning red from holding his breath. The other men were giving the elderly man a strained polite smile.

Childe grabs your bicep and pulls you to his side. “I’m sure your grandson will find someone amazing! Unfortunately, that amazing person for your grandson will not be our dear lover,” Childe says, wrapping his arm over your shoulders.

Gorou nods. “Childe is right! We’re sure your grandson will find someone almost as amazing as [Y/N], but [Y/N] is not single!” Gorou says, looping his arm around yours protectively.

The old man looks at Gorou and Childe, surprised by their comment. Before the man could open his mouth to reply, Childe and Gorou whisk you away with the other men close behind. It was supposed to be a lovely day in Sumeru with your boyfriends. You all had finished lunch an hour before and were about to go cloud-watching. But this old man approaches you and your boyfriends, starting a conversation with you.

The conversation started with him asking you about what it’s like to be in the Akademiya because you were in your Akademiya uniform! He then started talking about his grandson, telling you how the man is in his mid to late twenties and yet still doesn’t have a significant other! You joked and said maybe the grandson will find someone as magnificent as you one day, and now here you are.

Heizou chuckles. “You’re quite the talk around Teyvat, aren’t you? I’m starting to think we should put you in disguise when we go outside the abode,” Heizou jokes.

“Aw! Trying to hide little ol’ me?” you tease, reaching toward Heizou and pinching his cheek. “What if someone asks you where I am and would assume I’m single?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

Everyone stops in their tracks and thinks for a moment. You weren’t wrong. If they put you in disguise to hide you away, many people will assume you either broke up with the twenty-five men, or they’re cheating on you with someone else. Okay, so maybe putting you in disguise or going out into Teyvat without you would be a bad idea.

Aether shoves Heizou to the side and gives you a smile. “We’re not going to do that! In fact, let’s all get necklaces of [Y/N]’s name on it, and [Y/N] will have necklaces of our names!” Aether suggests, propping his hands on his hips with a weary smile.

You blink at Aether. “I don’t think twenty-five names would fit on a single chain. Plus, if all of you were to put your names on necklaces for me to wear, the chain is going to get tangled,” you say.

While you don’t mind wearing necklaces with their names on them, you kind of wish you never mentioned it to your precious twenty-five boyfriends. Because now there’s a huge chance these men are going to make it happen without your knowledge and have you wear it when you go out, which you don’t mind, but switching out necklaces feels like a chore.

“How else do you expect others to know you’re in a relationship with all of us?” Venti asks, gazing at you curiously.

You scratch your cheek. “I think it’s obvious for outsiders to see I’m dating all of you,” you say, gesturing toward the twenty-five of them. “I’m not sure if you all realize it, but you’re all clingy and are not afraid to profess your love for me,” you giggle.

Xiao huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, if it’s obvious, then why do people continue to approach you and ask you to date their sons, siblings, grandsons, and cousins?” Xiao demands, frowning at you.

You purse your lips and turn away. You sort of thought it was obvious why other people wanted you to be with someone they knew. The people that approach you assume your relationship with the twenty-five men is temporary until you’re able to live on your own in Teyvat. Then again, whenever these people approach you, they would whisper it to you before talking at a normal volume.

You smile at Xiao and stroke his hair. Xiao blushes and looks away nervously, reaching for the hand that’s stroking his hair and lacing his finger with yours. Xiao is so cute! Xiao tugs you forward from Childe’s arms and wraps his arms around your waist, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulders.

You sigh and close your eyes. “I’ll explain it to you all once we get back to the abode. Do you guys want to continue to hang out in Sumeru, or do you just want to go home?” You ask, tracing the tattoos on Xiao’s biceps.

“I kind of want to explore the desert to search for scarabs, but after what happened today, I want us all to return to the abode and avoid old people,” Itto huffs dramatically and sticks his nose in the air.

You nod. “Back to the abode, it is!” You say, clapping your hands.

Having people randomly approach you and ask if you’re in a relationship is something you never expect. Mainly because people in your world never approach you and ask you that question, ever. The first time it happened was a surprise, but the more it happened, the more you grew tired of it, and so did the men.

You and your twenty-five boyfriends are sitting at a restaurant in Mondstadt, celebrating your eight-month anniversary! Yes, it has been eight months since you and the twenty-five men have been dating! Time went by faster than you expected. Here you are, dressed up and looking cute for the occasion, while the men are looking dapper in their custom-tailored suits.

Diluc leans close to you and whispers, “You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart.”

You blush and smile at Diluc shyly. “Thank you, honey! You’re looking handsome yourself!” you reply.

Diluc reaches for your hand under the table and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. You squeeze Diluc’s hand in return and press a quick kiss on his cheek. Diluc smiles and nuzzles the tip of his nose against your cheek. You cover your small laugh with your hand and lean against the redhead.

The sweet moment between you and Diluc was interrupted when someone tapped your shoulder. You and Diluc turn to look in the direction of the person that tapped you on your shoulder, assuming it was Zhongli that needed to speak to you about something. But when you and Diluc turn to the right, there is a blond man standing behind your chair, looking anxious.

You and Diluc sit properly in your seats, acting as if you two didn’t act like a high school couple just a few seconds ago. You grab the menu and point at the dish you want to order, assuming the anxious blond man is a waiter at the restaurant.

“May I have the—”

The man’s eyes widen. “Oh! No, I’m not a waiter here!” The blond man says, waving his hands in front of him and shaking his head with a nervous smile.

You blink at him and close the menu, putting it back on the table. “Oh, well,” you trail off, looking at the men quizzically. “Is there anything I can help you with?” You ask, placing your hands on your lap and giving him a polite smile.

“I noticed you from afar and couldn’t help but feel this… Connection between us!” The blond man says dramatically.

Zhongli raises his eyebrows at the blond man skeptically. “You feel a connection between you and [Y/N]?” Zhongli asks, sipping his drink without taking his eyes away from the man behind you.

The man looks at you in awe, and a smile appears on his face for a brief moment. “[Y/N]? That’s your name?” The man asks breathlessly.

You nod in response. “That’s correct!” You answer lamely.

He gulps and tugs at his shirt collar, his pale face turning redder the more time ticks by. The conversation around you slowly dies down as the men start to direct their attention to the man behind you. Diluc did not look pleased, knowing what the man was up to.

The man exhales slowly, his cheeks almost as red as Itto’s horns. “I was wondering if perhaps after your meal with your coworkers, you would be free?” The man asks.

“Coworkers?” Thoma chokes on his drink, coughing into his elbow.

You blink at the man before you and sigh, reaching for your drink and lifting it to your lips. “I’m not free after dinner. I’m celebrating my and these men’s eight-month anniversary,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Of being coworkers?” The blond man asks dumbly.

Dainsleif snorts from across the table, covering his mouth with his hand. “You haven’t even introduced yourself to [Y/N]. What makes you think we’ll allow you to leave the restaurant with them?” Dainsleif asks, narrowing his eyes at the anxious Mondstadt man.

The blond man’s eyes widen, and he clears his throat. “I apologize for not introducing myself earlier, [Y/N]! My name’s Lukas Schmidt, a native to Mondstadt and an owner of a local brewery!” Lukas says, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“Oh? A brewery, you say?” Kaeya interjects, resting his elbow on the table with curiosity.

Lukas nods. “That is correct! I own a local brewery, and business has been quite busy that I wasn’t able to go out and meet someone,” Lukas sighs dramatically.

Ayato makes a face. “Interesting. Now, do tell us about this connection you supposedly feel between you and our precious [Y/N],” Ayato says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You lean back in your seat and let yourself drown out Lukas’ explanation to the twenty-five men sitting around you. Lukas assuming you and the men to be coworkers, is something you did not expect to hear.

Quite frankly, you’re surprised that Lukas didn’t know about your large dating circle with these handsome men. Then again, Lukas did claim that his brewery business has been busy, so maybe that could be the reason? Either way, you’re wondering how you and your boyfriends even look like coworkers when you and Diluc were very cuddly just a few minutes before Lukas approached the table.

“I don’t know how to explain it! I feel drawn to [Y/N]. It’s like there’s a string attached to the both of us, pulling me toward their direction!” Lukas says, his cheeks turning bright red as he attempts to explain this so-called connection between you and him.

Albedo turns to look at you, propping his chin on the palm of his hand. “What about you, my comet? Do you feel any connection with this man?” Albedo asks, looking at the brewery owner from the corner of his eyes.

“The only connection I’m feeling right now is between me and this mushroom pizza!” You said, reaching toward the pizza tray.

A smirk appears on Kaveh’s face as he flicks his hair off his shoulders. “You were saying?” Kaveh asks sassily.

Lukas sputters while you take a bite out from the slice of pizza, swaying in your seat as you happily chew the cheesy mushroom pizza. Al Haitham looks at Lukas with a small glare, leaning back in his seat with his arms over his chest.

“Since [Y/N] has indirectly confirmed that they do not feel any connection toward you, it's best you leave all of us alone,” Al Haitham says, closing his eyes.

A small gasp can be heard coming from Lukas. He turns to look at you, placing his hand on your bicep and giving you a pleading look. Zhongli and Diluc reach for Lukas’ arm, gripping it so tightly that they could snap his arm in half if they were to apply any more pressure.

Lukas whispers, “Please, [Y/N]. Perhaps if I explain it to you a little more clearly, you’ll understand what I’m saying!”

You scratch your head awkwardly while holding the slice of pizza in your left hand. “Lukas, even if you explain what this connection feels like, I won’t be able to feel it. Besides, I’m in a relationship,” you say, taking another bite of your pizza.

Lukas was about to respond when Cyno stood up suddenly, walking over to Lukas. Lukas gives Cyno a weary look, slowly backing up from your seat. Tighnari sighed and rubbed his temples, unsure whether he should stop Cyno from intimidating Lukas for letting Cyno continue out of pure entertainment and as a lesson for Lukas to learn. Tighnari decides not to interfere this time, watching the scene unfold.

Cyno stands behind your seat, his arms crossed over his chest. “It’s evident that [Y/N] is not interested in you, Lukas. No matter how much you try to convince them that you two are a perfect match, they’re in a relationship with all of us,” Cyno gestures to the twenty-four men sitting at the table.

“They’re dating twenty-five of you?! How is that even possible? How does the relationship even work?” Lukas exclaims, looking at everyone in disbelief.

You shrug your shoulders and reach for your drink. “I’m dating all of them, but to them, I’m dating them individually, you understand? They’re not dating each other, either. They’re only dating me,” you explain, sipping your drink.

Lukas laughs in disbelief, running his hands through his blond tresses. “So, what you are is Teyvat’s biggest whore, is what I’m hearing,” Lukas sneers.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Tighnari says, slamming his hands on the table and standing up.

Scaramouche, Kazuha, and Baizhu escort Lukas out of the restaurant before Lukas can cause any more scenes. You sit there, contemplating what Lukas had called you just a few seconds ago. You poke the inside of your cheek, letting out a soft “huh.”

“All because I’m in a relationship and all because a man like him can’t handle rejection,” you comment, putting the cup on the table.

Pierro sighs and shakes his head. “Please do not take offense to his words. He is a weak-minded man who gets his feelings hurt easily,” Pierro spats, glaring at the restaurant door.

If you weren’t interested in Lukas Schmidt in the first place, his calling you a whore was a cherry on top. You wanted to burst out laughing in his face. You weren’t sure if he called you that because you were dating these men or because you rejected him.

Either way, you weren’t surprised that Lukas went from being infatuated with you to calling you Teyvat’s biggest whore. How typical for a man of his caliber. It’s laughable and pathetic. Kazuha, Scaramouche, and Baizhu soon return to the restaurant, looking visibly irritated. Scaramouche wipes the blood in the corner of his mouth and plops down in his seat.

Scaramouche clears his throat. “I made sure that he won’t be bothering us ever again,” Scaramouche states, tapping his fingers on the table.

“Oh? How so?” You ask, looking at Scaramouche curiously.

Kazuha clears his throat. “We can’t tell you what happened, or else it’ll ruin the element of surprise,” Kazuha says, shooting you a smile.

“You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?” Baizhu asks.

You shake your head. “I’m pretty sure I should be the one to ask you three that question,” you said, eyes landing on the faint blood stains on their ironed tuxedos.

Pantalone leans back in his seat with a glass cup of wine in his hands. “They look fine to me! I’m pretty sure the blood stains on their clothes don’t belong to any of them,” Pantalone chuckles, sipping the red wine.

You and the men continue the anniversary date as usual. This time, instead of you sitting between Zhongli and Diluc, you switch seats with each man so you can sit beside every man without making them move. Though the seat changes happen every time you finish eating something, whether it’s a slice of pizza, a sweet madame,

You didn’t mind changing seats every now and then. As long as you get to eat something, you’re not complaining. The anniversary dinner has come to an end, and you were on the brink of passing out.

“Someone ate a little bit too much,” Dottore snickers, watching Capitano scoop you in his arms and carry you bridal style out of the restaurant.

You snuggle up against Capitano’s chest. “Can you blame me?” You mumble, closing your eyes before covering your mouth with your hand and yawning. “At least I’ll get a good night's sleep when we get back to the abode,” you say.

“You didn’t eat too much, did you? Do you remember the last time you did that?” Capitano asks, not taking his eyes off what’s in front of him while carrying you in his arms.

You shake your head. “I didn’t overeat, I promise,” you reply.

The last time you ate too much food was at the Windblume festival. There were many festival-themed foods at the concession stands, and you wanted to try every food and snack the vendors offered. And what happened three hours later? Your stomach started hurting a lot, you could barely breathe, and finally, you threw it all back up for the next three hours. Since then, you have been a little bit cautious with the amount of food you ingest.

The second time someone approached you was more…. Interesting and things were offered to you. And by things being offered to you, you mean Mora. You’re at a party on the Pearl Galley with your beloved boyfriends. At first, when you and the men received the party invitation, you were a bit miffed when you saw where the party was located. The Pearl Galley is an interesting boat, and you’re not a massive fan of it. But for this party in particular, there were no prostitutes— much to your surprise, but you’re relieved.

Although despite the prostitutes not being on the boat for the party, you continue to feel uneasy about being on this particular boat. To be frank, you would rather be on the Crux than the Pearl Galley. Anyway, back to the party. It’s a black-tie party. Everyone is wearing the fanciest dresses and tuxedos they have, and everyone on the ship looks dazzling. Even with the fanciest clothing you have on, you continue to feel out of place.

“You can all roam around the boat if you’d like. I’m not forcing any of you to keep me company,” you say, sipping on the champagne.

Ayato shakes his head. “We know how you feel about this boat. We want to keep you company and make sure you’re okay,” Ayato replies.

“Besides, it's not like we’ll wander off and find a prostitute to sleep with while the party is going on,” Childe laughs.

You press your lips into a thin line and stare at Childe. Itto smacks Childe upside of his head with a glare. You take a deep breath and down the champagne. The men look at you worriedly. You’re not the type to drink any alcohol or liquor, but when you do drink it, it means something is bothering you, and you need to distract yourself.

You hold the empty champagne glass up. “Oh, my! Empty already? I’m going to get another drink,” you say, giving the men a fake smile before walking away.

The men watch you walk over to the snack and drinks table, keeping yourself distracted with food and drinks.

Itto sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “You really couldn’t keep your mouth shut on that one? Now [Y/N] is going to be overthinking and drink away their worries with champagne,” Itto says, gesturing over to where you’re standing.

“For once, Itto is correct. That comment was unnecessary, Harbinger. Even if it is a ‘joke.’ You know how they feel about the Pearl Galley,” Xiao huffs.

While the men are scolding Childe and trying not to draw attention to themselves, you’re currently taking small sips of your second champagne of the evening while snacking on cheese, ham, and crackers. It’s a simple snack at the event, but you need something to keep you occupied. Therefore you are crafting your mini snack sandwich while taking occasional sips of the champagne. You’re so occupied (thankfully) with the snacks you don’t notice an older gentleman approaching you at the snack table. The man clears his throat to grab your attention. You look up from your small plate of cracker sandwiches and blink at the man owlishly.

The older gentleman before you has salt-and-pepper hair and a beard, and he is wearing a black suit (like every other man on this ship). You couldn’t tell what region he came from for this event, but he looked too old for your taste. Wait a minute—

“Excuse me, are you perhaps [Y/N]?” Asks the older gentleman.

You nod robotically. “Yes, you’re speaking to [Y/N],” you say, taking a sip of your champagne without taking your eyes away from the man.

The man’s eyes light up. “Wonderful! May I ask you to do me a huge favor for not only myself but for my son and my family?” He asks, clasping his hands together in front of him.

Back to where the men are all standing, Heizou notices you talking to a strange man at the snack table. You look shocked and flustered, tucking your hair behind your ears while trying to find a way to speak to the older gentleman in front of you. Heizou narrows his eyes and holds his hand up, grabbing the others' attention from scolding Childe.

“Who is that man, and why is he speaking to [Y/N]?” Heizou asks, pointing in your and the man’s direction.

Aether shrugs. “I have no idea who that man is, but he looks like an important figure,” Aether murmurs, stroking his chin while leaning against the railing of the ship.

“Should we step in?” Thoma asks nervously, watching you give the man a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

You reply something to the man before grabbing the plate, beginning to make your way toward where the men are standing. The look of panic flashes across the man’s face for a brief moment before he runs to stand in front of you, blocking your way. You stop in your tracks and stare at the man with a deep frown, your shoulders tensed, and your grip tightened on the plate and champagne glass. Your reaction reminds Gorou of a hostile kitten, back arched, fur standing up, tail puffed out, claws ready to strike.

Scaramouche clenches his jaws. “Guess we’ll have to teach someone a lesson tonight,” Scaramouche grumbles, pulling up the sleeves of his buttoned-up shirt.

“Please, [Y/N]! My family and I need you to do us this huge favor! Without your help, we wouldn’t be able to achieve our goal!” The man says, his hands twitching, getting ready to grab your wrist to prevent you from walking away from him.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in your offer.” You stated firmly.

You begin to walk around the man, only for him to grab your biceps.

“Please! You can’t just pass up on the offer! What do you want from me? I can give you whatever you want!” The man sputters.

You look at the man and tug your arm from his grasp, but he tightens his grip, leaving finger indentation on your arms. You sigh and take a deep breath. Great. Now, what are you going to do with this man? He’s very desperate for your help, and you’re not sure what else to do. You have rejected his offer prior, but his desperation is sad.

You clear your throat. “What I need you to do for me is to leave me alone, sir. I declined your offer a few minutes ago. Nothing in the world can convince me to do you that favor,” you said.

With one final tug of your arm, the man lets go, and you turn to walk away, only to almost walk into someone’s chest. You step back and see Pierro and the other men standing there, glaring at the man behind you. None of the men looked too pleased with what they had just witnessed.

Pierro crosses his arms over his chest. “May I ask what’s going on here?” Pierro asks gruffly.

The man huffs loudly. “It is none of any of your businesses!” The man retorts, rolling his eyes.

Dainsleif glares at the older man and gestures for you to walk to him. You walk over to Dainsleif without hesitation and stand behind him while holding onto his right arm, peeking from Dainsleif’s shoulders.

“It is certainly our business when the person we love is involved,” Dainsleif states, tightening his grip on your hand.

Kaeya smirks and steps forward. “You look like a knowledgeable man. How come it’s hard for you to accept no for an answer?” Kaeya asks, raising an eyebrow at the older man in front of him.

“What did you ask them that made them react in such a way?” Kazuha asks, standing beside you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

The man looks away, refusing to answer. He sticks his nose up in the air with a loud huff of breath, crossing his arms over his chest. The men rolled their eyes before turning to look at you worriedly. You shake your head and down your second glass of champagne of the night. You don’t know how many glasses of champagne you’re going to need to drink to forget about the man’s offer.

Diluc places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I don’t think you should be drinking too much, sweetheart. Remember how you hate alcohol and how it tastes?” Diluc reminds you.

You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue before answering, “I do hate the taste of alcohol, but after hearing the man’s offer, I’m going to need a couple of glasses to forget.”

Zhongli stares at you quizzically, his eyebrows furrowing. “What did he offer to you?” Zhongli asks slowly, turning his head to the side to look at the man.

You look over at the man and gnaw on the inside of your cheek. The man stares at you, waiting for you to respond to Zhongli’s question. The way the man was looking at you is like he’s challenging you in a way. You don’t like it. It feels like he’s mocking you. You let out a slow deep breath, looking at your empty champagne glass.

“Why don’t you all keep me company at the snack table. I’m in need of another cup of champagne,” you say nonchalantly.

You walk toward the snack table, brushing past the older man after giving him a side-eye glance. The men give each other looks before following after you, making sure to bump shoulders with the man when they walk past him. Scaramouche smirks and not-so-subtlely zaps the man in his ribs, causing him to jolt and yowl in pain.

Cyno snickers and high-fives Scaramouche before tucking his hands in his slacks and walking to the table where you and the other men are standing. You shove two cracker sandwiches in your mouth and reach for a napkin and another glass of champagne.

“Now, care to explain to us what happened between you and that old man over there?” Kaveh asks, looking over at the man from a distance.

Cyno reaches forward and wipes the crumb off the corner of your lips. “And don’t eat too fast. You’re going to choke,” Cyno mutters, shaking his head.

You swallow the cracker sandwich and wipe your lips with the napkin. “I would rather die from choking on the cracker sandwiches than take up on that old man’s offer,” you groused, sipping your third glass of champagne.

“What did he say to you that is making you drink your third cup of champagne?” Al Haitham demands, towering over you while looking at you with concern.

You sigh loudly and place your plate and champagne on the table. “To be honest, I’m still trying to take time to process what he offered to me.” You reply, scratching your arm.

“What did he offer?” Tighnari asks wearily.

You purse your lips and debate on whether you should tell them what the man offered or if you should tell them to forget it and continue to enjoy the party on the… Pearl Galley. On second thought, perhaps you need another drink. You reach for your champagne, preparing to down your third champagne of the night, but Albedo quickly snatches it from your grasp with a head shake.

“I think you’ve had enough drinks for the night, starlight. Drinking too much isn’t good for you, and you know that,” Albedo chides.

“Great, what am I going to drink now?” You mumble, sticking your bottom lip out.

Venti pats your shoulders and gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I’m sure you can drink water! We’re worried you’re going to drink too much and have a nasty hangover the next day,” says Venti.

“Now, spill it. What did that old man say to you?” Pantalone demands, narrowing his eyes while tapping his finger on his biceps.

You sigh and lean on the table. Here goes nothing. “The man begged me to marry his son so his son can live, and be a permanent citizen, in Inazuma because his son has been studying abroad there for almost a year, and he doesn’t want to return to his home country,” you reply.

“Marry his son?” Baizhu asks, looking at you incredulously.

Dottore shakes his head. “No, you are not going to marry that man’s son just because he refuses to return to whatever region he’s from,” Dottore states, clenching his hands into tight fists.

“Plus, you’re not even a citizen of Inazuma. What gave him the impression that you’re an Inazuma resident?” Capitano asks.

You run your fingers through your hair with a shaky laugh. “I don’t know! I told him I was not going to do it! And then….” you trailed off, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples with your fingers.

You’re starting to get a headache. You’re not sure if it’s from being on the ship for too long, if it’s the champagne, or if you’re feeling overwhelmed by the things that had happened within a few hours of you being at the party. Either way, you want to leave the Pearl Galley, return to the abode, and sleep.

“And then….?” Gorou repeats, anxious about hearing what else you’re about to say.

You open your eyes and let your hands fall at your sides. “This man is so desperate for his son to live in Inazuma that he offered to pay me twenty million Mora. Twenty million Mora just to marry his son and for their entire family to be citizens of Inazuma,” you conclude, propping your hands on your hips.

“Twenty million Mora for that? Quite frankly, I have way more than that,” Pantalone mutters, puckering his lips, taking a cracker sandwich and eating it.

Diluc shakes his head. “No matter how much Mora that old man offers you, do not take it. It’s sketchy, you’re already in a relationship, and you’re not a resident of Inazuma,” Diluc says, clenching his jaws.

You give Diluc a weak smile. “Don’t worry about it, Diluc. I shot down his offer the minute he presented it to me,” you say.

“But he’s been persistent about it,” Ayato mutters, looking over at where the man stands with a glare.

You nod in response. “Unfortunately. The old man has been very persistent, and I don’t know what else to do! I told him no, and he won’t accept no for an answer!” You say. “I need a drink,” you muttered.

“Did he even tell you his name? If he’s willing to offer you twenty million Mora to marry his son so he and his entire family could be residents of Inazuma, then he must be an important figure in Teyvat, no?” Aether asks, stroking his chin.

You shrug in response, take the champagne glass from Albedo, and chug it. You’re starting to feel buzzed, but you don’t think three glasses of champagne is strong enough to make you forget about the offer. That and the fact you’re on the Pearl Galley. A boat where many go to sleep around and gamble their life savings away. Or something like that.

“Do you want us to find out who his son is? We can do that for you if you’d like! After all, it’s part of our job as a Harbinger,” Childe offers, propping his arm on your shoulder.

You sigh and wave your hand around. “I don’t really care who he or his son is. I just want to go home and go to bed,” you say.

“Yelan is going to be disappointed. She invited us all to the party and looked forward to seeing us there. Especially you,” Xiao mutters, looking at the woman from a distance.

Your hands are itching for another champagne. Archons, you just want to go home. You’ve been here for a short time, and many things have gone to shit faster than you expect them to. You didn’t even get to speak to Yelan about the party, but it looks like you’re going to have to call it a night. Plus, the longer you stay at the party, the more you’ll be drinking, and you’re not usually the type to drink alcohol.

You shove a cracker sandwich into your mouth. “If you all want to stay at the party, you can stay. I’m not forcing any of you to go home with me,” you say with your mouth full. “Plus, if any of you stay, please tell Yelan I said hello and apologize for me because of how early I left,” you added.

“We’re not going to let you return to the abode alone while you’re almost as drunk as that old geezer over there,” Thoma says, gesturing toward another party guest, tripping over his feet.

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. I only had three glasses,” you mutter.

You turned around and made your way toward the exit of the boat. You weren’t sure if its because the ship was on the water, but you were having a little bit of a hard time walking. You’re swaying on your feet and can barely walk in a straight line. Kazuha chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist, helping you step off the Pearl Galley.

Kazuha murmurs into your ears, “I believe three is your limit in alcohol,” Kazuha murmurs.

You rest your head on Kazuha’s shoulders and close your eyes. “Not gonna lie, I kind of regret drinking three glasses of champagne,” you whisper to Kazuha.

“That’s right, [Y/N]. You should regret it! Did you learn from your mistakes now?” You hear Tighnari ask from a distance.

Oh, right. You forgot that Tighnari and Gorou have a keen sense of hearing. How could you forget about that so easily? On to Tighnari’s question: did you learn from your mistake? Well, you chugging three glasses of champagne wasn’t a mistake. You knew what you were doing, and it was not a mistake. Therefore, not really, but did you regret drinking three glasses of champagnes? Yes, because now you can kind of walk in a straight line, but with Kazuha’s help.

You wave off Tighnari’s comment, saying, “All of you can scold me when we get back to the abode.”

Fast forwarding to the next day, you woke up with a headache. While you didn’t drink too much alcohol, you certainly drank more than what you usually consume. And that is three glasses too many. You bury your face into your pillow and pray that no one knows you have a hangover. They’re going to say, “I told you so,” and basically rub it in your face while scolding you simultaneously.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door. You peek from under the pillow, hesitating on whether you should answer or you should continue to pretend that you’re still sleeping.

“We know you’re awake,” You hear Gorou say from behind the door.

You toss the pillow off your head and sit up. “How could you tell!?” You ask, staring at the closed door with shock.

The door opens, revealing Gorou, Itto, and Baizhu. Itto points at Gorou and toward the hallway.

“Gorou and Tighnari say you breathe a certain way when you’re asleep and when you’re awake. When everyone is asleep, their breaths are even and steady compared to when they’re awake,” Itto explains, walking toward your bed and plopping down beside you with a grin.

Baizhu hands you a pill and a glass cup of water. You give Baizhu a tight smile before taking the medication and glass cup from his hands. You pop the pill into your mouth and chug the water, wincing when you feel the pill get caught in your throat for a second before going down your throat when you chug as much water as you can.

Baizhu props his hands on his hips. “How are you feeling today? Do you have any pounding headaches, feel nauseous, or feel like you got hit by a mitachurl in any way?” Baizhu asks.

“I do have a headache, but it’s not as bad. I don’t feel nauseous, thankfully. Nor do I feel like I got hit by a mitachurl,” you reply, wiping your lips and putting the cup on your nightstand.

A knock is heard on your door. You lean to the side and look at the door to see Heizou standing there with a smile. You returned the smile and waved for him to enter your room. Heizou runs his hands through his hair and waltz into your room.

Heizou clasps his hands in front of his chest. “I have news regarding the man who wouldn’t leave you alone last night,” Heizou says.

You look at Heizou with wide eyes, shocked and surprised to hear the men had identified the man from the party at the Pearl Galley the night before. Actually, you didn’t expect them to track down information about the older gentleman. I mean…. Knowing Childe and the other Harbingers, they would definitely hunt the older man down for what had happened the night before. That, and because of the twenty million Mora being offered to you just to marry his son.

“I have a feeling everyone is going to need to know about this, so I’ll get up from my bed now,” you mutter. “Oh, but let me brush my teeth first,” you say.

You quickly brushed your teeth, combed your hair, and used the toilet. Thankfully, you can feel the medicine Baizhu gave you start to kick in. You walk out of the bathroom, and Itto offers to carry you downstairs. Since you did have a hangover, you might as well let Itto carry you down the stairs to where everyone is waiting for you. Itto squats in front of you, his back facing your direction. You hop on Itto’s back and wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

Itto, Gorou, Baizhu, and Heizou walk out of your room with you in tow. You bury your face into Itto’s back when you feel a faint pounding in your head. While the pain medication Baizhu gave you did help ease your headache, you can still kind of feel it. It’s there, but not as present as it was when you woke up today.

You hear Venti chirping, “Ah! There they are! And they have [Y/N] with them as well!”

You wince and continue to press your face against Itto’s back, tightening your arms around his neck. Itto gives your arm a reassuring squeeze.

Zhongli sighs. “And I see they have a hangover. Luckily, I brewed some tea for you to drink while we discuss this matter,” Zhongli says.

Itto lowers you to the ground, helping you sit on the seat between Dottore and Cyno. Zhongli slides the teacup over to you. You give Zhongli a grateful smile, take the teacup and begin sipping from the ceramic cup. The tea is still warm. It’s very herbally with a hint of ginger. You’re not an avid tea drinker, but you needed to drink some tea for your hangover.

You clear your throat, wiping the small droplets of tea from the rim of the cup. “Heizou informed me that you guys have some information on this man?” You murmur.

“That we do,” Pierro nods.

Everyone goes silent after Pierro replies, making you suspicious of what they are going to say next. They all traded looks with each other as if they were debating on who would be telling you the news and who was not going to be the one to do it. It’s almost like a silent argument between twenty-five people, and you’re just watching them make weird facial expressions at each other while mouthing something.

Dottore lets out a long exhale, rolling his eyes. “Fine! I’ll do it!” Dottore says, turning in your direction before giving you a sweet smile. “[Y/N], darling, the man who has been bothering you is Boris Ivanov. He is from Snezhnaya. While his record is clean in Snezhnaya, his son, not so much,” Dottore explains.

“What’s his son’s name?” You ask anxiously.

Capitano props his leg on the ottoman in front of him. “His son’s name is Aleksei Ivanov. A few months ago, he borrowed millions of Mora from the Northland Bank in Liyue but failed to pay back the bank. He is currently on the run and is trying to seek refuge in a closed-off region. Hence why he wanted to marry you, even though you’re not a citizen of Inazuma,” Capitano says.

You did a double-take. “Hold on, you guys said that this Aleksei man borrowed millions of Mora from the Northland bank and failed to repay the Fatui. How come his father offered to pay me twenty million Mora to marry his son?” You cocked an eyebrow at the men. “I don’t know about you, but something is not adding up!”

“Aleksei’s father refused to give his son money after getting in trouble with the law many times. While Boris can help Aleksei pay off the debt he has with the Fatui, Aleksei does not want to put that burden on his father,” Scaramouche replies, rolling his eyes.

You pursed your lips. “And yet Aleksei wants to put that burden on me? A complete stranger who is also dating a few of the members of the Fatui?” You raise your eyebrows. “It’s going to put a target on my forehead, too, you know?” You ask, poking the center of your forehead.

Kaeya chuckles and ruffles your hair. “Relax, you’re not going to get harmed,” Kaeya says, giving you a suave smile.

You stare at Kaeya blankly and turn to look at the others. “What is Kaeya implying, and why do I have a bad feeling about this?” You ask, pointing at the tanned man behind you.

“On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your acting skills?” Al Haitham asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Oh no, they’re up to something, and you know they won’t tell you what they’re up to until you answer their pressing questions. You pinch the bridge of your nose and down the tea that Zhongli had brewed for you. You put the ceramic teacup on the table, wishing the tea was champagne. Just when you thought you were going to finally have a break from the things that have been going on for the last few days (maybe even weeks, you lost your sense of time since the first incident).

“I don’t know? A five, maybe? What are you buffoons up to?” You ask, sitting back in your seat with your arms over your chest, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue.

“Baby, we love you, and we care about you a lot. Can you do us a huge favor?” Kaveh asks, batting his eyelashes at you.

Your eyes widen. “Baby? Oh, this must be a big deal because you’re not calling me an abyss mage this time!” You said, reaching forward and pinching Kaveh’s cheek.

Dainsleif interjects, “Technically, you’re doing a favor for the Harbingers. I’m against you doing this because it’s dangerous.”

You give the men a weary look. “What do you have in mind?”

The men give you a fake smile while the Harbingers start explaining to you what you’re tasked to do. This is your first undercover mission for the Fatui, and it’s weird and nerve-wracking. Dottore and Pantalone jokingly called you an honorary member of the Fatui, earning a heated glare from Diluc and him immediately shooting down the title. And now here you are, sitting in Komore Teahouse, waiting for Aleksei to show up to the teahouse a few days after the men devised a plan on how to capture Aleksei.

You let out a shaky sigh and start to mess with the small decorations in the teahouse. “I’m not going to be alone with Aleksei, am I? I don’t feel comfortable with being alone with him,” you confess.

Albedo squeezes your hand. “We’re not going to leave you alone in the teahouse with Aleksei. All of us will be in the teahouse but hidden from plain sight,” Albedo explains.

“You have nothing to worry about. All you need to do is talk to Aleksei and get to know him. You don’t have to do anything else after. One of the Harbingers will jump in and take it from there,” Tighnari reassures you, squeezing your shoulders.

Cyno crosses his arms over his chest and analyzes the teahouse with disinterest. “Are you sure this is going to work? Aleksei has been on the run for who knows how long. Do you think he’s stupid enough to fall for it?” Cyno asks.

You shrug. “One way to find out is to wait and see,” you reply.

Everyone ends up leaving the main room you’re sitting in. Because Thoma is familiar with Komore Teahouse, he volunteered to play as the host of the teahouse. About fifteen minutes later, Aleksei finally shows up at the teahouse. You expected Aleksei to be on edge and constantly looking over his shoulders to see if there were any looming Harbingers in the shadows. Still, he looked relaxed and did not seem to be tensed at all.

Aleksei sits across from you, his back facing the entrance, while sipping on his tea happily and eating the onigiri with eagerness. The way he ate the onigiri made you assume he didn’t eat anything on the way to the teahouse.

“Your father begged for me to marry you so you and your family can be citizens of Inazuma,” you said nonchalantly, tracing your fingers over the rim of the cup.

Aleksei rolls his eyes and swallows the onigiri in his mouth, wiping his mouth on the napkin. “How much did he offer you?” Aleksei asks, tapping his fingers on the table.

“What did he not offer me? I was taken aback when he almost got on his knees for me to marry you,” you reply, resting your head on your hand. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Aleksei shrugs his shoulders. “Well, what do you think? Are you going to help me and my family, or what? I… did something stupid, and now I can’t do anything to get rid of my problem.”

You raise your eyebrows. “I don’t know, Aleksei. I had many suitors in the past, and many people begged me to date or marry their son, cousin, grandson, and nephews. I’m a picky person when it comes to finding a significant other. What makes you so special out of all the candidates?” You ask, tapping your fingers on the table.

Aleksei smirks and leans forward, mimicking you by resting his head on the palm of his hands and tilting his head to the side. You look at Aleksei skeptically, waiting for him to answer your question. You don’t like how he’s looking at you, nor do you like how close he is to you. The distance between you and Aleksei seems to have gotten smaller.

Aleksei reaches across the table and places his hand over yours. “Other than my father offering you Mora, I have a few things in mind to convince you,” Aleksei winks at you, lacing his fingers with yours.

You suddenly have the urge to puke. You swallow the bile that slowly made its way up your throat and give Aleksei a fake smile. Aleksei reaches toward you and brushes your hair away from your face, tucking a stray hair behind your ears.

You look away from Aleksei and let out a sigh. “And what do you have in mind exactly, Aleksei?” You whisper.

Aleksei gets up from his seat and walks around the table, sitting beside you. You look at Aleksei with wide eyes as he closes his eyes and slowly leans forward. Right when Aleksei is about to press his lips against yours, a hand suddenly reaches out from behind the curtain and rips Aleksei away from you. You nearly let out a loud sigh of relief when Childe seizes the blond Snezhnayan man.

“Sorry to interrupt your little date, but I don’t appreciate seeing another man having the gall to kiss the love of my life,” Childe says, squeezing Aleksei’s shoulders tightly.

“Love of your life?!” Aleksei sputters, gazing at Childe in disbelief before looking at you with wide eyes. “You’re in a relationship!?” Aleksei shrieks.

You puckered your lips and looked away from Aleksei, twirling your hair around your index finger while pretending you didn’t see a thing. “Oh please, he’s one of my many other suitors. Did you forget about that already, Aleksei?” You ask, scratching the back of your neck.

“You—”

Childe rolls his eyes and signals for the other Harbingers to enter the room. Aleksei’s face turns pale with fear and realization. He begins to thrash around in Childe’s grasp, only for Childe to tighten his grip around Aleksei’s wrists.

“Aleksei, it’s been a while. Care to chat with the five of us?” Pantalone asks, raising his eyebrows at the blond man before him.

Childe drags Aleksei out of the room, the other four Harbingers circling around Aleksei to make sure he doesn’t escape. You sigh and rest your head on the table. You look over at the menu, contemplating whether you should order alcohol or not. Wait, do they offer alcohol at a teahouse?

“That went on longer than I thought,” Aether says, walking into the room with his hands in his pockets.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, no kidding. Aleksei almost kissed me! He has fish breath, too,” you shuddered. “What took you guys so long to intervene!? I was suffering and nearly broke character so many times!” You throw your hands in the air.

“I’m impressed you were to stay in character for this long. You looked like you wanted to throw a teapot at his head,” Cyno commented, the corners of his lips quirking up.

“I did. Being alone with Aleksei for some time is torturous.” You mutter, getting up from your seat and stretching your arms. “What would’ve pulled this performance together would be if you all stepped into this room one by one, professing your love for me, but that would be suspicious and weird..”

“We could, but we wouldn’t do that,” Ayato says, giving you a teasing smile.

You pout and look away. “I know, can’t someone like me dream?” You grumble.

Scaramouche leans in, placing his hand behind his ear. “What was that? We didn’t hear you,” he smirks.

You roll your eyes. “I said I need a drink!” You huff, making your way toward the exit. “I need to forget Aleksei and his fish breath,” you said.

Albedo wraps his arms around your shoulders. “Did you happen to forget that you made a promise with us that you wouldn’t drink anymore?” Albedo asks.

You rest your head on Albedo’s shoulder and close your eyes. “Unfortunately, I do. I also made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t be drinking as well,” you mumbled.

You and the men return to the abode, making sure the citizens who would usually approach you in the city wouldn’t see you leave the teahouse. You’re not prepared for another proposal or matchmaking from anyone. But if anyone does dare to propose to you or beg you to marry their son, nephew, cousin, brother, etc., you will start asking the men when they will pop that question. How else will other people in Teyvat know that you and the men are committed to each other? You don’t need any other suitors at the moment. You already have twenty-five suitors and are unsure when you’ll expand your dating circle.

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queenofallimagines · 1 month

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hi there!! may i ask some obey me hcs where mc is a professional volleyball player (like of they would watch her tems matchs, how they cheer and things like that) and has a personality like oikawa when she's not playing, but turn into a queen of the court (like kageyama 🕺) when playing? tysm!

A/n: I’m literally so mad I didn’t see this b4 bc I’m watching the haikyuu movie sobbing over karasuno VS nekoma😫 but absolutely! Also I noticed how this got more nsfw closer to the end😭 couldn’t help it😔

Lucifer:

- impressed

- He did think you had a nice body when he first saw you

- But then he hears your trying out for the RAD volleyball team?

- Poor human can’t stand on the same court against literal demons??

- Is what he thought

- He sees Beel ecstatic about your first game and he’s hyping you up sm

- Lucifer goes bc if you get heir he will step in to defend you

- Yk when hinata does his thing and the whole stadiums jaws drop?

- That’s WHAT HAPPENED HERE

- He sees you effortlessly setting to your teammates like you rly are running this show

- Made you captain at tryouts bc hell yeah!!

- They call you the demon Ruler of the court fr

- Imagine being so cocky and prideful and then getting home and being like all chill and regular chaotic

- He thinks your cheating real BAD

- He can’t play but he’s like nah okay against me you can use no spells

- Asmo is making cute merch to wear to your games

- Levi has already watched all your tapes form the human world he’s a expert and he’s never seen a volleyball before

- When you wipe the floor w him he’s like okay,,, maybe you are just that good

- That speed and serve is something dangerous

- When you get his pact he’s at EVERY game

- The way he can feel the pride running through you when you play, and the smirk on your face sends a chill up your spine when you look down on the other team

- He can and will have his hands all over you after a game

- Sorry like he’s euphoric the whole time it’s like edging almost

- Can’t deny how you look in your tight uniform is very appealing too

- Asmo too he can feel the lust for you in the room and he’s LOVING IT

- Brags whew he he gets the chance

Mammon:

- yeah he’s placing bets

- He comes to see you at practice because he skipped class and he knows if he shows up at home without you he’s in trouble

- So he does to idle around

- Jaw literally drops when he sees you obliterate the other side of the court

- Feels greed burning in him and can’t tell if it’s him or you

- The drive to win radiating off of you in waves

- It’s overwhelming

- “When we’re us g’unna tell me you can do THAT?!”

- “You never asked.”

- Lucifer feels a chill when mammon asks you if he can place bets on you winning

- Shows up to every game

- WILL oversee merch sales

- Has a jersey of yours he wears to sleep

- Runs the Stan page w asmo

- Will make sure your gear is in tip-top shape

- Brings you snacks before and after practice

- You think it’s all financially motivated and like 70% is but he’s like so happy and proud of you

- Right w Beel cheering the loudest at your games

- Nobody can even say anything bad bc he will argue them DOWN

- Buys all your jerseys and then saves all the tickets to your games

- Will show up w flowers

- Also sneaks from class to your practices bc he is a SUCKER for that volleyball shorts and knee pad combo

- Watches your games on replay

- Seems like the type to jack off to your games too

- Biggest hype man and will give you a ‘reward’ if you play extra hard during a game

Levi:

- he likes sports anime

- And probably will compete in a swimming event at some school festival bc duh

- But he hears Beel and mammon gushing over you play sports and is like okay well my Henry is so talented but whatever

- Almost died when you come home all sweaty and tired from practice like oop

- Suddenly binge watching every volleyball anime there IS

- Might as well be your coach

- Applies to be manager but like he’s one of the seven lord of hell lmao who’s gunna tell Levi no??

- Yall are kiyoko and Tanaka

- Very cute

- Also wearing merch w asmo they made

- Gets patches of your number to put on his everyday jacket

- Also wears your jersey to sleep

- ALSO ALSO a sucker for them volleyball fits

- Makes sure you’re always hydrated and the gym is the perfect temperature to play games in

- Guilty pleasure is that he really likes seeing you sweaty and panting

- Way how’s your games the way oikawa watches other teams to see how they play

- Actually good at making strategies and figuring out the letters in other teams

- Wants you to teach him to play

- Not bc he wants too but bc you’ll have to help adjust his posture and he can see you spike a lot

- Gets a thrill off of feeling the small bit of envy you feel when you see another good team or they manage to score on you

- Mayyyyyy encourage a little more envy bc you spike the ball even harder and you glare even more

- Yknow he has a thing for you to be mean

- So he’s like biting his lips hearing you trash talk the other team

- Also like mammon where he will have recordings of your games to jack off too

- “You pathetic worm know your place”

- He’s never moaned louder

Satan:

- reads books on Volleyball

- Likes to be wellread and can impress you with terms

- Hears Beel be excited and sneaks off to see you practice

- Slides in slick compliments

- He’s cheeky to a fault

- “I have to ask, do you like volleyball for the adrenaline or is it for the cute outfit?”

- Tease him because he’s not even good at hiding that he’s looking

- “I don’t know. So you like coming to my games to watch me win or stare at my ass?”

- The cat was too stunned to speak

- Chose to come to your games because he was at home alone while everyone else was at your game

- And he was doing some ‘Self Care’

- And he got this lighting bolt of please up his spine

- Needless to say he made quite of a mess

- Hears everyone hyping you up when they come back

- “Remind me to never make ya mad okay MC?”

- “I would!~ the way they were glaring after they slammed the ball down made my heart flutter.”

- Had to go see what the fuss was for himself

- The grunts and yells are really making him hot under the collar

- Used your game tickets as bookmarks

- It makes him smile

- He’s such a tween girl in love he’ll like decorate them in his spare time like maybe press flowers and glue them on encasing it all in resin

- Heart eyes

- Giggles at your trash talk

- Loves seeing you fr have beef w people

- Setters for some reason always have beef during a game idk WHAT IT IS but like they all was glaring daggers

- He’s deeply interested in the setter beef

- “So what’s the story with you and that other setter👀 I could feel a little tension in the air.”

- My hc is that his pact mark is always on your dominant fist

- Bc like yknow punching

- So he feels the sting of your hand when you hit the ball and he rly likes it

- Will offer to massage you after a game when you’re all tired

- An excuse to get nasty and he will spank you w the same hand

- Sigh he can’t help himself unfortunately

Asmo:

- Oh he’s hype

- He’s not one for playing sports

- Buuuuut he does like the appeal of the slutty outfits and seeing people be all aggressive and sweaty

- So when he hears Beel mention you’re tying out for the team he’s immediately intrigued

- He’s probably an honesty cheerleader

- So he’s going to be there dressed to the 9 in YOUR colors every game

- Like not the school colors he’s dripped out in your signature color schemes

- Even somehow gets ahold of an old jersey from the human world and rules it in many outfits

- Brags to people that he has one and it’s signed(pls sign it for him)

- Wears earrings w your number and name on it

- That trope where the head cheerleader kisses the star player bc they’re dating after the game is very him

- Puts in his cutest lipgloss and kisses your cheek

- “Well if it’s you I don’t mind getting all sweaty and out of breath with you~”

- Like I said before he’s feeling off the lust for you in the air

- The lust his brothers feel, the audience, your lust for winning

- He’s intoxicated by it

- He feels his pact mark pulsing and it makes him giggle

- You’d think he’s tickled pink

- But he’s laughing bc he’s about to go crazy after this mf game

- Is hyper focus on how your outfit stretches over you when you move

- Watches you work out

- Bc like let’s be real he’s down to mess round in the gym showers

- Another one to give you a nice ‘Reward’ for playing so well

- Has all these suspiciously seductive pictures of you playing like when did he even take this picture of you bending over??

- Can’t help but to let his hands wander

- Instead of having a jersey to sleep in he will sleep in your whole uniform

- Like you’re looking for it in the morning to go to practice and he’s sleeping in it

- “Well not it smells like me!”

- Sigh

- Well want to get nasty in it but he’s torn between you in it or him in it

- Hardest decision in your life

- Asmo and Levi decked out in your merch and Levi stalks the Stan pages for the best pictures and asmo runs like 3 of em

Beel:

- my beautiful beloved!

- You come meet him at fangol practice and ask him if they have any other sports

- He mentions offhandedly that the volleyball team is doing tryouts for the new season and you’re like 👀 bet let’s see how yall play

- Comes with you to make sure you don’t get like picked on or anything

- Amazed by seeing what you can do and how confident you get

- Went from like shy brand new human to being the demon ruler of the court he’s so hyped

- “MC where did you learn to do that??”

- “Hard work and a lot of spite✨”

- If anyone got something to say no tf they don’t bc he’s your bodyguard

- Makes sure your games aren’t scheduled at the same time bc he’s not missing your games

- Enjoying your games when he feels a familiar feeling of hunger

- He heard all the other brothers talking about their pact marks feeling funny but he’s like meh

- Starts thinking that maybe you didn’t eat enough before the game

- But when he sees you smiling as your team wins he understands

- That gluttony you feel isn’t towards food but volleyball

- Huh. Interesting

- Not one to immediately get nasty after a game he will want to treat you to snacks first but he mayyyy want to help you get charged after practice

- I mean like you’re exhausted and your muscles are all sore like it’s totally innocent!!

- Wears your jersey number as a patch on his jacket

- But also would have a cute necklace w the number on it like right along w his gold chain

- Whew

- Dangles over your face when he fucks you

- He’s glad you both can workout together 🥰

Belphegor:

- sleepy

- Not really interested in sports

- But he goes to heels games to cheer him on

- Beel drags him to a game of yours

- Likes how hot you look playing

- Like Satan will make comments about the outfit

- “Are you sure the shorts are supposed to be that short?”

- “They don’t restrict my movement”

- “Hm…. Good to know.”

- Another who steals your jersey and sleeps in it

- Might put it over a pillow to sleep on

- Lazily wants to hold you after a game night

- “Mmmm just rest, you’ve done so much moving around relax with me.”

- Sweeps you into sweet dreams whether you want to sleep or not

- Will have his own wet dreams about you in your outfit

- Will go to the game and cheer with asmo to hype you up

- Likes seeing you set the ball to your teammates and how you can read their minds and direct the game

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cheshire-writer · 7 months

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I need more pre-Dark Era fics that set Kunikida, honour student (probably, given that he used to be a teacher at a mere 22) with authority issues, on collision course, or for want of a nail interaction, or right-people wrong time (future partner and future partner's ex with whom to commiserate) with teen skk.

I mean, imagine: Dazai, 16. Chuuya, 16. Kunikida, in high school uniform, also 16. One on the way to school. The other two on the way back from a job.

Imagine: Kunikida reading a newspaper article about the Dragon head conflict on public transit and next to him, Dazai and Chuuya. Dazai, who can't resist poking and playing with the irony.

Kunikida: Terrible how anyone can be so irresponsible with human life.

Dazai, the picture of innocence with blood probably not yet dried under his nails: couldn't agree more, absolutely terrible.

Chuuya, very aware of all the incriminating evidence on them if someone only cared to look that Dazai was also absolutely aware of: *getting a headache*

Imagine Kunikida detailling his plan for the rest of his life in a lecturing voice as an Example Of How To Make Life Purposeful to two kids his age who seem to be skipping school/loitering around/emerging from bad parts of the city, etc. And he's talking to two career criminals who at that point probably have more money in their bank accounts than any teenager should think of posessing, a career that's processing smoothly, a growing reputation to their names, etc.

The cognitive dissonance on both sides, when those worlds meet, in whatever form, is bound to be entertaining.

Bonus points if they strike up something of a friendship. (Social experiment on Dazai's part, Normal Teenager Experience on Chuuya's part, and Dubious Acquaintance on Kunikida's part.)

Bonus, bonus points if Kunikida at 22 later remembers Dazai but still doesn't connect the dots about Dazai's criminal activity until he's explicitly told about it.

I NEED more fics that platonically play with Kunikida and the skk-ness.

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chocsra · 7 months

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"Lovesick (Interlude)"

Chuuya x fem! reader - highschool AU

A/N: hii how are yall doing, its the weekend and yk what that means 🙏 thank you to all to those who have send me requests! i have read them all and plan to write all of them 😻🫶

thank you sm @sstarshroom for the request again 🫶😭

content: detention w your friend and school gangster chuuya nakahara, oneshot, pre-relationship (almost), romance, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots in love, i was thinking of kunikida when writing the teacher but then i realised he and chuuya would be the same age 😨

"This behaviour is unacceptable, Nakahara, I'll be calling your brother. Sit down."

A deep hoarse voice pierces through the late silence of the empty classroom, your teacher clicks his tongue in annoyance as he urges your classmate, Chuuya, to take a seat. The teenage boy, in his school uniform, shrugs and strides his way to the empty desk next to yours. "Ah," your teacher scoffs, stopping dead in his tracks. "Sit somewhere else, you need to learn your darn lesson." the man points an angry finger at the ginger, you look over to him, suppressing bits of laughter as Chuuya glares at the floor in irritation before taking a seat a few desks away from you.

He had short orange hair and piercing blue eyes, not the kind of blue that was like that of an ocean or jewel, but a dark, whirling storm. Chuuya Nakahara was a classmate of yours who was relatively short, athletic, independent and smart; but he had a pretty big issue within school, violence. Fights on fights on fights, the kid really couldn't catch a break from beating up people, could he? From what you've accumulated, he loved taekwondo as a kid until now before forming a loving bond with soccer; Chuuya loved fashion and forming good impressions, so it wasn't much to your surprise for him to show up to school on a motorcycle to achieve some 'gangster' look.

He loved stray dogs and begrudgingly fed stray cats, the loudness of the teenage boy was normal; but it brought some sort of fondness towards you, especially as friends. Yeah, you enjoyed having a nice friendship with the scruffy Chuuya Nakahara, the human embodiment of a chihuahua or grumpy cat. Sometimes, he forced you to go on morning runs with him, or rant about the future wine he was to buy and collect - 'bullshit', you thought, who would spend 30 grand on alcohol?

The redhead had a few friends in school - you, Albatross, the honour roll and senior student Kouyou Ozaki, his friend group who called themselves 'Sheep', based on a movie or something. Oh, and Dazai, well, you weren't sure if they were really friends or not - but by the looks of it, they seem to be the closest out of everyone else.

"No talking."

Your teacher orders, clicking the door open ready to leave; he sends an exaggerated glare at the both of you in the dim classroom that makes you suppress a cackle. Then, he finally left - his leather shoes clicking against the school floors. A heavy silence entered the empty classroom, hearing your teacher's ghostly footsteps until they disappeared. Chuuya then scoots his chair far closer to you, an irritated but victorious smile accompanied by the pleasant features of his face.

"Now how'd you end up in detention?" He questions with a proud smirk, patting your shoulder affectionately. "Slept in class," you chuckle, sighing, then resting your head atop the wooden desk; the ginger laughs in amusement, his angry mood quickly dissipated at the simple conversation with you. "what did you do this time?" you question, quirking a brow as the redhead scoffs, "The usual, beat the shit 'outta Osamu." he clicks his tongue. "Again? Over what?" you snicker casually, it wasn't very good to be friends with a school delinquent - but you knew he wasn't that bad, considering he was in tears watching 'A Dog's Way Home'.

"Poetry," Chuuya mutters, looking away shamefully, making you smile cheekily and laugh at the stupid reason. "Poetry?!" you smack his back playfully, making the boy wince in pain at the aggressive happiness. "He fuckin' said my love poems were shitty, that's not true!" You laugh at him for a split second, before cocking another brow. "You write love poems?" the ginger goes beet red at your realisation, before turning away and blushing, "It's just- whatever," Chuuya quips, you chuckle in pure amusement. "I never thought you would ever write a poem, a love poem especially." The boy scoffs, "The more you know, I guess."

"So then, who's it to?" You ask with curiosity filling your eyes, elbows planted clean on the desk. Chuuya shakes his head in denial, pursing his lips, not wanting to speak up. "That doesn't matter." he quips, biting his inner cheek in a flustered crisis; you only smile cheekily at his reactions, leaning in closer to his face, "Osamu?" the ginger flinches and almost flies off his seat at the name, scoffing absolutely baffled. "No!! What the hell?" you laugh, hitting the desk at the moment, watching as a small smile creeps on the redhead's face, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink. "Did I not just say I beat the shit outta him?"

You both scoff and turn your heads away, "Well - you never told me you liked somebody." the redhead purses his lips in annoyance, "'Cause ya didn't need to know." you quirk a brow at the heavy tension in the room, both of you getting quiet. "So then who is it?" you ask again, tracing shapes on the wooden desk in front of you. "I can't tell you," the redhead states, fiddling with his fingers; you part your lips in a teasing manner, "Just tell me and-"

"and ruin our friendship?"

you widen your eyes at Chuuya's words, the ginger looks painfully ashamed at his slip-up, swiping his tongue against his inner cheek with the scrunch of his face. "What?" you blink, staring at him under the dimly lit lighting. "What?" he repeats, completely stunned at his own words.

A heavy silence filled the room, the boy pensively squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. "Does that mean what I think it does?" You choke out, a pink blush prominent on your cheeks; the redhead runs a hand through his hair in mild frustration. "Sorry," Chuuya shies away, turning his head to face away from your pretty gaze.

In all those months of torturous school, you've met a nice boy by the name of Chuuya Nakahara. He loved soccer, taekwondo, motorcycles, and music, and had many friends that he held near and dear to his heart. To you, he was a short, competitive, school troublemaker that roamed those crowded hallways arguing with Osamu with boring eyes. But to him, you were a girl who kept him awake on those terrible, sleepless nights, he thought of your name when he was first introduced into poetry, and he gets reminded of your bright smile as he thinks of the word 'sonnets'. To the boy, sometimes he felt out of touch with reality; because he hated the thought of falling in love, he despised the slow melody in romance songs, but meeting you only made his life slow down, just like the poetic rhythm of a cheesy song.

No, Chuuya was an idiot in denial; everybody could tell - especially when he got hit in the face with a soccer ball as you captured his gaze, his vision blurred to only your perfection and your perfection only. Chuuya Nakahara, the boy who was your friend for God knows how long; is terribly lovesick because of you.

"You shouldn't be," you mutter, brushing your fingertips over his soft hands; the ginger only widens his eyes at your words and lingering touch, the sparkle in his eyes signalling his greatest happiness. "I like you too," you whisper, locking eyes with the floor as the heat in your cheeks never seems to dissipate. Chuuya's fingers shook slightly in shock, his lips parting ever so slightly; he stared at your beautiful features in that damn classroom, the soreness of his knuckles fading as your words were the best yearning kisses to it he could ever ask for.

"..Can I kiss you?"

He stammers, watching as your lips curve into a smile he adored so much. "You're such an idiot." you laugh, fingers grazing to cup his soft cheeks ever so softly, pulling his lips into a sweet kiss. Chuuya's heart thumped loudly in his chest, his shaky hands flying to your waist and hand to cradle them with the affection that danced with the praise he sang in all those poems. The redhead's hitched breath tickled your lips as you slowly interlock, eyelids and pretty eyelashes fluttering shut at the tummy twisting feelings; you both had fuzzy minds, losing the ability to even think straight.

And as you felt his endearing lips reanimate any bore or sadness in that tedious classroom, you found the dim lighting to be the most tacky source of illumination; because Chuuya was - a graceful presence that made any fairytale or novel vanish in envy.

"You two!! I leave you right under my nose and this is what happens?!"

Your teacher storms in, completely enraged with a hint of amusement as you both scream in terror.

Yeah, you were both fucked, but at least you got a great, loving boyfriend out of it?

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 13 days

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Hello Lady Raven! How do you do? I hope you're having a good day.

I was looking stalking at your blog when I saw your post which contained a world map of the game. This made me really curious: what informations do we have about the countries, kingdoms and other lands that appear in the map? Specially the Land of Dawning, Sunshine Lands and Kingdom of Heroes. Does the world of Twist have other lands that do not appear in the map? Are the shaftlands some sort of Twist Europe (as in; a bunch of countries that signed a agreement to be sort of unified)? And what is that big empty land north of the shaftlands?

I'm really curious about the countries and their cultures in the Twist world, I feel like we don't really have a lot of info on them, and as someone that really loves geography and history, that makes me a bit sad 😂.

I hope you're healthy, thank you for your time!

Oh, the map from this post?

Hello, hello!

Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m able to compile ALL lore we have on all available countries, cities, and towns into a single post (especially when there’s a lot of other questions that have also been posed + need answering in your ask). That’s way too large of a scope for a single post. I did compile lots of food/related lore here if you want to take a look, as I find the food and food customs in a region say a lot about its culture and history. (Plus, I’m just very interested in food!)

If you’re curious about each location, you can find the bulk of information yourself in related hometown events—however, tons of lore tidbits are also dropped in non-hometown events (ex: Floyd talks about land training camp in the second beans day event), voice lines (ex: Dorm Uniform Leona says that in his home land, scars are seen as signs of bravery), and vignettes (ex: In Jade’s School Uniform vignette, Kalim talks about how serving very sweet tea is a luxurious way to welcome guests to your home in the Scalding Sands). There’s lots out there if you’re willing to search for it!!

Please be aware that we haven’t visited most of the areas on the map, so we are still missing a lot of information on them. The Land of Dawning, Sunshine Lands, and the Kingdom of Heroes are particularly lacking in information. They’ve been mentioned offhandedly every so often. Platinum Jacket vignettes feature the boys visiting the National Museum of Art in the Land of Dawning, and there are sometimes bits of lore which mention these lands. The Mermaid Princess that strengthened the bond between merpeople and humans married a prince from the Sunshine Lands, I believe. In his Broomquet card, Idia says there is a place called “Hydra Valley” in the Kingdom of Heroes (which probably is a reference to the place Hercules defeated the hydra at). Finally, Crowley went with Idia’s parents to the Land of Dawning with to discuss important matters yet to be explained to us. The Land of Dawning is also referenced in a call for evacuation in book 7.

The map you see above is definitely incomplete. We don’t see several vital spots marked even though we’ve visited them: the City of Flowers/Fleur City, the Scalding Sands (and Silk City), Clock Town, Fairest City, the Land of Swords, Dawn City, and more. Heck, the continent that contains Briar Valley isn’t even labeled but somehow Briar Valley itself is. We cannot tell if this is even the entire world map or just a portion of it, since Lilia describes “a land to the east”/the Land of the Crimson Long, but the most eastward locations depicted seem to be the Queendom and the Afterglow Savanna. I definitely feel like there has to be more to it than what we currently see.

I would caution against saying that “[TWST location] = irl location” as even though there are oftentimes strong parallels or inspirations drawn between the two, they shouldn’t be conflated for one another. TWST often forms cultures of its own or borrows from many inspirations to create these places and to present them to us. Comparisons can be made, but let’s remain cautious to not veer too much into that since there’s no clear 1:1. For example, the Shaftlands could be interpreted as “twisted Europe”, but not really because the area often considered “twisted Britain” (which is a part of Europe) is seemingly separated and located on the other side of the map. And then you notice that this “twisted Britain” has a collection of islands that very much resembles irl Japan, an eastern country. So… in essence, sure, the City of Flowers/Fleur City resembles Paris, Fairest City feels very European and German, and Harveston is a blend of Nordic inspirations, but at the end of the day, they’re their own thing.

We don’t know what the land right above the Shaftlands is as of right now. For all we know, it could just be even more of the Shaftlands since the country seems to be a large expanse of land with variable weather depending on the region.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #question #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Tweels #Kalim Al-Asim #Leona Kingscholar #Dire Crowley #Hercules #Idia Shroud

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misc-obeyme · 9 months

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First Aid for Beel

What! Another daily chat scene so soon?? Yeah, I dunno, I should be working on my book but man sometimes I just gotta write some fluff, ya know? Anyway, I wanted to do a scene for Beel that wasn't about food, so here's this. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I don't think it's terrible? Anyway, Belphie's coming up next.

GN!MC x Beelzebub

Warnings: injury, blood

BEELZEBUB MC, could you bring me a first aid set?

MC Did you get hurt?

BEELZEBUB Yeah, I took a fall during club activities. I was hoping you could bring me some bandages and an antiseptic solution.

MC I'll head over straight away!

BEELZEBUB Thanks. But it's not a major injury, so there's no need to rush. I wouldn't want you falling down and getting hurt as well. I'll be waiting.

You were in the House of Lamentation when you received Beelzebub's message. Even though it said not to rush, you did anyway. The idea of Beel being hurt in any capacity was stressing you out. You ran to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit, nearly colliding with Levi on your way back out. His shouts of protest didn't even register as you made your way to the front door.

You burst out of the House and started immediately toward RAD. You knew he was likely still out on the field behind RAD, where the sports teams did their various practices after school.

When you got to the field area, you looked around and it didn't take you long to spot him. There were certainly a lot of groups of demons around, most of them engaged in some kind of physical activity, but Beel's orange hair made him easy to find in any crowd. He was sitting down on the grass, watching the others as they went through various drills.

You made your way over to him, moving through groups of demons as you went. Some of them looked at you askance, but most people had probably figured out what you were doing there. Even if they hadn't, you didn't care in the slightest.

You finally reached Beel's side and dropped down beside him in the grass. He was wearing a practice uniform - black shorts and a black t-shirt with the RAD logo on it.

"What happened?" you asked, setting down the first aid kit next to you.

Beel smiled when he saw you. "MC. Thanks for coming. I just got scraped up a little. It's not a big deal."

Beel turned slightly so you could see his leg.

You gasped and reached out, your hands hovering uselessly over the injury. It was much worse than you had been anticipating. There were three deep large cuts going down Beel's leg from knee to ankle. The edges were jagged and they were seeping with dark blood. It was slowly running down the side of his calf, dripping onto the grass.

You looked up at him, eyes wide. "Beel! You said it wasn't a major injury!"

"It isn't," Beel said calmly, tilting his head in confusion.

"What happened?"

Beel rubbed at the back of his head. "I tripped over Gamigin and it startled him so much, he went into demon form. He's got some long claws and he tried to grab onto me to stop himself from falling, too. We both ended up falling."

You took out the antiseptic and frowned. Would the bandages in the first aid kit even be enough to deal with this? You glanced at Beel, who looked completely unbothered, then applied the antiseptic to the wounds as well as you could. Beel didn't react, only watched you.

"This may not seem like a big deal to you," you said as you worked. "But an injury like this would be very painful for a human. So you have to understand why I'm concerned."

"But I'm a demon, not a human," Beel said. "It's just a scratch to me."

You sighed, finishing with the antiseptic before moving on to the bandages. You wrapped them around Beel's leg, keeping them tight enough to stop the blood flow, but not so tight that it would be painful. Though you realized you could no longer be certain about Beel's pain tolerance levels.

"There," you said, as you tied the bandage. "That should be okay."

"Thanks, MC," Beel said. He blushed a little. "I really appreciate you coming out here to help me."

You sighed. "Of course I'll be here when you need me."

You weren't looking at Beel, your eyes still on his injured leg, your fingertips running along the edge of the bandage you had applied.

You were surprised to feel his arms around your shoulders. "It's okay, MC," he said. "You don't have to worry so much. I don't like seeing that look on your face."

Although you knew there were plenty of other students around to see, you returned Beel's embrace. You had to get on your knees to hug him properly, considering his large size. You nuzzled your face into his neck and sighed.

"I can't help it," you said. "I don't like seeing you hurt."

Beel chuckled, a low rumbling in his chest that somehow put you at ease. "I know, but I'm going to be okay. I have you to take care of me."

You leaned back, your hands on Beel's shoulders, his on your waist. You smiled at him, though you knew the worry was likely still visible on your face. You pressed a light kiss to his lips, then stood up.

"Can you walk? I think it's time to go home," you said.

You offered him a hand. He took it, but it was obvious he didn't need your help to stand.

"I'm all right," he said. "I can stay-"

"Absolutely not!" you interrupted. "You're coming home with me right now."

"But-"

"Don't argue," you said. You picked up the first aid kit and started off of the field toward home, tugging Beel along by his hand. He paused to grab his bag, which likely held his equipment and usual RAD uniform.

He seemed content to let you lead on, but you noticed the way his hand tightened around yours. You kept your fingers threaded with his as you began the walk back to the House of Lamentation.

You were halfway across campus in an area with few people and many trees when Beel stopped. You turned to him immediately, concerned that his leg was more painful than he had realized. But he just pulled you toward him, wrapping his arms around you. His bag had been dropped at his feet.

"I meant what I said, MC," he said quietly, his eyes locked with yours. "You really don't have to worry so much. It's a minor injury for me, just like I said."

You smiled. "You can say that until you're blue in the face, but I'm going to worry about you all the same."

Beel blushed then, a soft pink dusting across his cheeks. You kissed him again and this time, you lingered a bit before pulling away, your hands clasped tightly as you continued on your way home.

others in this series:

Mammon | Barbatos | Solomon | Lucifer | Simeon

Leviathan | Asmodeus | Diavolo | Belphegor | Satan

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me beelzebub #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me beel #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel x mc #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x mc #beel x reader #beel x mc #beelzebub obey me #obey me fanfiction #misc writes

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 1 month

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I see mixed reactions on chapter 417. Some good meta about the connection between Tomura and Deku, opposite opinions about Nana Shimura, the usual speculation about what will happen or why certain things have happened so far.

I need to take a shower, but after that I'm back in full force here to explain what I think of it all.

Meanwhile, take these kinds of summarized items about what I think of the leaks:

At Tomura's core, what happened with the Shimuras is not a memory. It is constantly happening in real time, like a ghost loop. What happens there has real consequences.

At this point the story can't be even more obvious about the fact that Tomura hates Deku because Deku is everything Tomura could have been. They are each other's twisted reflections, two sides of the same coin. At the same time, they unconsciously admire and want to save each other, 'cause they see themselves in there.

Deku has taken Tomura's place and he's facing (in short) all the rejection and the attacks Tomura faced. The villains in Tomura's mind don't only want to break Deku's resolve, but also question his true motive. It's an echo of what they did to Tomura before.

The focus on Nana Shimura this chapter shows that heroes are only human. Even the strongest of them failed against AFO. They were fighting mostly alone! The only reason Deku is winning is because he has an army behind him. We're seeing how the cycle of abuse is not a thing of heroes and villains, but a thing of human failures that accumulate 'til they fester into the biggest problem.

Tomura and Deku have a private connection. This is not a thing of entertainment for the public. This is their story as the successors of AFO and OFA. No one knows their burden or the extension of their fight.

Actually a bit insane over how Horikoshi portrayed Nana and Kotaro's relationship in this chapter. Nana was the wound Kotaro couldn't get rid of.

Nana takes responsibility for what she did, but more important than anything, she was allowed to do something about it even if she was too late. She went back to her home, to her family. After 15 years, she's finally there to stop Kotaro from hitting Tenko. The loop is shattered. It is happening.

Tomura is not the only one going back to her origin. Deku is regressing along with him. By the end of the chapter, Deku is in his middle school uniform. They are becoming children together!!! They are going back to their most basic forms!!! That's how we're going to reach the panel of kid Deku extending his hand to kid Tenko (maybe?)

#bnha 417 #mha 417 #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha leaks #mha leaks #bnha manga spoilers #league of villains #lov #shigaraki tomura #deku #midoriya izuku #shimura tenko #nana shimura #kotaro shimura

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fullofbees · 10 months

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Envy Rots The Bones

You're tired of Levi's self-deprecating rants. Why doesn't he trust your love?

CW: Smut, Demon Form Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Tail-fucking, Thigh-Fucking, Degradation, Humiliation

Word Count: 4,785

»»----------► Reader is Female

The vibe at RAD was more chaotic than usual.

Unexplained royal duties caused Diavolo to grant the entire RAD campus a three-day weekend. The news filled students with excitement, causing most of them to check out for the rest of the day. Notes were passed, and gossip whispered as the teachers wrote on the board; you’d think it was the last day of school with how they acted. Reminders about homework went ignored as students made plans. It was the only thing anyone wanted to talk about. Multiple requests for your companionship soon came flooding in.

Luke and Simeon wanted you to spend the night at Purgatory Hall, helping them bake some complicated Celestial Realm dessert.

Mammon and Asmodeus were going shopping, and who else better to take than their favorite human?

Satan asked you to visit bookshops with him.

Belphie and Beel… to be honest, you don’t know exactly what they invited you to. At lunch, Beel asked you to join them through a mouth full of food, and Belphie was unfortunately too busy with a midday nap to translate.

Solomon had actually left you alone, surprisingly. But, Lucifer found you later in the day, explaining that Solomon had tried to make plans with him. He refused to be around the sorcerer, so he lied, saying that he already had plans with you. Be a dear, and don’t tell him I’m actually in my office. I have a mountain of paperwork to get done and don’t need any distractions.

You were used to your attention needing to be split seven (and then some) different ways. However, after having to take a total of four exams this week, all you wanted to do was crash, eat junk food, and binge the Devildom’s newest reality show about demons ‘looking for love’. You need to shut in.

Speaking of shut-ins, Levi was probably ecstatic with the news. Knowing him, he immediately would open Akuzon and order the latest game with same-day delivery the minute after getting the notice. You just hope it's not another isekai.

Maybe you should invite Levi to hang out. The rest of the brothers were always insisting on going out, so you feel bad that you never get to stay in with him.

Now that you’re thinking about it, you really miss Levi. The third-born may be awkward, but he genuinely cares about you. He already has trouble accepting that you like and want his company, so a long weekend date would be perfect to show how much you appreciate him.

As you step into the House of Lamentation, you unlock your D.D.D. to text the demon. There is no need, however, as Levi stands in the entrance hall. His eyes widen when he spots you, rushing over so fast that you think he might bulldoze into you. Instead, he stops just before collision, cheeks bright pink as he looms over you.

“I was planning on bingeing anime this weekend. You probably already have some normie plans, but… youcanhangoutwithmeifyouwant. Bye!” With that, he scurries back to his room.

Left dazed in his wake, it takes a minute for you to process what he said. You’re actually proud of him for taking the initiative. Wait, he was already in the foyer when you got home… Was he waiting for you?

You’re going to smooch that man all over his stupid face. But first, you need to get out of this uniform.

Upon entering your room, you set your bag on the table and kick your shoes off haphazardly into the corner. You continue to strip various pieces of your uniform on your way to the dresser. Lucifer won’t be able to perform room inspections, so you can forgive yourself for being a little lazy right now.

You grab a pair of bubblegum pink binding track shorts and slide them on. A self-indulgent purchase for a hot bimbo girl summer that never came to be.

The first brother you wore these around was Asmo when he invited you to his room for a ‘self-care sesh’. He thought they were to die for and immediately pulled a matching tank top from his closet and shoved it into your hands. The memory makes you smile as you pull the tank top out of your drawer and slip it on.

The cami top is the same shade of bubblegum pink. The spaghetti straps are a lighter shade of baby pink, and a matching bow is situated in the middle of the neckline, where the two sides slope into a ‘V’. White lace runs along the hem of the bottom. It is comfortable, cute, and a little flirty. You know it’ll drive Levi wild.

In the bottom drawer of the armoire, stuffed back as far as possible and hidden beneath your underwear, is a secret bag of candy that you have been saving. While Beel is respectful if your name is written on a container, you had spent a handful of Grimm on these chocolates, so you decided to take extra precautions in keeping them safe.

Adding your phone charger to the bag, you send Levi a quick text.

16:08 I’m coming up to your room

16:09 WAIT RESLLY????? *REALLY I didn’t think you’d say yes…

16:09 I was going to ask you to hang out too :)) But you beat me to it lol

16:10 You mean that? Like REALLY mean it?

16:10 I reslly reslly do

Clutching the bag to your chest, you make your way up the stairs and to Levi’s room, eyes wary of any wandering gluttonous demons. You’ll probably still end up saving Beel a piece from each candy. His pout and puppy-dog eyes, when he realizes he’s been left out of snacking, will never not make you feel guilty. It’s another reminder of how wrapped around the fingers of these demons you are, and you love every second.

Only a few steps away from the door, Levi opens it without you having to knock, knowing by the sound of your footsteps that it was you approaching. He watches you skeptically as you saunter in, beelining for the plush bean bags situated in front of his TV.

You collapse onto the bean bag on your stomach, groaning in relief as you stretch out your body. Levi nearly crumbles to his knees at the sight. The friction between your shorts and the bean bag cause the fabric to gather; the space where pillowy thighs and ass meet on full display. He’d dive face-first into your body if you’d let him.

But you wouldn’t let him. He’s just some dumb and awkward otaku with no social skills, why would you ever go for a guy like him? This has to be some sort of practical joke. Mammon and Asmodeus are probably pranking him, hidden cameras waiting to capture his pathetic failure at seduction. There’s no way you’d dress like that around him of your own volition.

Shutting and locking the door behind him, Levi joins you where you sit fiddling with the remotes, his movements guarded as he sinks into the velvet softness.

“I figured you’d have some kind of normie plans with my brothers.”

Did you not just text him saying that you wanted to spend the weekend together? You have no qualms about reassuring your interest in Levi, especially when you know that the demon’s sin makes it hard for him to believe otherwise. However, multiple reassurances in the span of a few minutes were worrying.

Yet the stress of the week is catching up to you, making you abnormally frustrated with his seeming thick-headedness.

“They asked, but I want to stay in and relax with you, is that so hard to believe?”

The demon flusters as he tries to explain himself, “N-No! It’s just that– GAH! How can I even begin to explain to a normie like you...” He sighs in defeat, hiding his reddening face behind his clenched fist.

Taking a deep breath, you force the anger back inside, knowing that he is not the cause and that you shouldn’t take it out on him anyways. You shift in the bean bag, choosing to sit in it upright. However, you end up abandoning it altogether when that doesn’t allow you to be as close as you want to be. The demon’s blush darkens as he watches you briefly crawl over to him, only to kneel next to him on his bean bag. Your knees press into the side of his thigh,

“‘M sorry, Levi. I shouldn’t have snapped like that.” You reach toward his clenched fist, gently prying his fingers from his palm and slipping your own in the spaces in between. “I know you can’t help it, your envy is only natural.”

You bring the back of Levi’s hand to rest against your cheek, his skin cool against the thrumming warmth of your own. “It’s just, sometimes it hurts to hear you speak about yourself like that, you know? Like you don’t trust me to know my own feelings about you.”

Levi clamors, “It’s hard to believe you want me. You’re the most perfect person ever and I’m… not. I’m just a lame and greasy weeb–”

Off he goes on another rant about how ugly, pathetic, and worthless he is. It makes your blood boil. You’re trying to be patient and accommodating; no one learns to love themselves overnight, but it feels like there hasn’t been even an inch of progress in the months you’ve been here.

The longer you let him talk, the more your anger builds. Perhaps being exposed to demons for such an extended period of time isn’t healthy, because as soon as the temptation to explode appears, you pounce on it.

“Ugh! Seriously, Levi!” you groan, “This is what I mean! Is this a game to you?! Or some sort of kink?!”

You stand up and begin angrily throwing your snacks back into your bag, continuing on your own tirade, “You won’t tell me your feelings, you won’t believe when I tell you mine, I don’t know what to do anymore, Leviathan!

In your peripheral you can see Levi shrink into the bean bag, hands clinging to his knees with a vice grip as his body trembles. You think he is about to cry with how low his head hangs, like he doesn’t want you to see. A tiny sliver of sick satisfaction crawls through you.

“You’re going to just let me walk out your door, aren’t you?” You angrily whisper, staring down at him. When he doesn’t answer, you roll your eyes with a loud scoff, muttering to yourself, “Unbelievable.”

A crushing force surrounds your ankle when you make your move to leave. You try to yank yourself free but the hand only constricts tighter, causing you to wince.

Looking down, you see a pale hand with indigo scales and webbing bruising its shape into your skin. Following the pattern of iridescent scales up its owner’s arm, you find Levi staring furiously at you, his pupils almost swallowed by the irradiated orange of his irises. Coral-like horns sprout from his head, parting his hair like seaweed swaying in water. A winding black tail begins to creep up your other leg, violently cold and slimy.

“You are not going to leave me, human,” Levi growls before yanking you back down to straddle him. “You cannot change reality. I am a disgusting otaku, so disgusting in fact that you want to run away.”

Okay, message received; you pushed it a little too far.

“Levi, that’s not–” You struggle in his grasp. Levi’s hands had ensnared your wrists while his tail had shifted to circle your waist, leaving a slippery trail on your skin.

“It’s too late, you’re mine now! It doesn’t matter if I don’t deserve you, I want and will have you anyways!”

Levi’s anger overwhelms him. He tugs you closer so he can nuzzle his face into your cleavage, his usual shy nature taking a backseat to the envy bubbling over.

“Why are you trying to change me into something I’m not?” He bitterly sobs, salty tears spilling down his face and your chest, “Why can’t you love me like this?”

Despite the modicum of fear sweeping down your spine, you realize that maybe Levi hasn’t made any progress because you haven’t made the right approach. The answer is not to start over; Levi’s envy will never allow him to rebuild a new self-image. Instead, you need to work with the emotions he already has and regularly expresses. Do not restart but repurpose.

Steeling your resolve, you now set about your new mission, and pray in the back of your mind that Levi doesn’t use his tail to squeeze you to death.

“You’re right, Leviathan.”

Another choked cry escapes him followed by muffled sniffling. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!”

“You are a sweaty otaku, Levi. You game all hours of the day. You only watch anime and hentai. You’re obsessed to the point that you forget to shower, to eat, to change your clothes let alone wash your dirty laundry. Worst of all, you’re utterly perverted. It’s hard to believe you aren’t the Avatar of Lust with how often you stare at my ass.”

You try your best to rest your chin on the crown of Levi’s head, the closest thing to an embrace you can manage in your position.

“And I love you anyways, Levi.”

His head snaps up to look at you, confused and red-eyed.

“You may not deserve me, but you are right, you can have me anyways. I want you to have me.”

Levi’s grasp goes slack and you’re able to slip your wrists free. His mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to say. You hesitantly reach for his face, not wanting to startle him. He doesn’t move, so you cup his cheeks with your palms and use your thumbs to wipe away his tears and their forming tracks.

“My poor Leviathan, you’re always so pent up, aren’t you? Bottling up feelings you don’t know how to express,” you coo.

He nods, sighing dejectedly, “I’m never going to be able to give you what you want.”

Pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead, you whisper against his skin, “There’s something I want right now that you can give me.”

“Name it. I’ll give whatever I can. Whatever to make you stay.”

You pull back to look him in the eye, “Can I fuck you, Levi? Can you give me your body? Can we have each other?”

A familiar blush blooms across his face and you fear that the third-born is going to regress into another rant. However, Levi nuzzles his face into your palm, pressing a kiss to your soft flesh.

“In this… form?” He asks meekly.

One of your hands drops to gently caress the length of his tail as it’s situated on your waist. Its rough texture is offset by the frigid mire that naturally clings to it; the sensation is akin to how algae adheres to rocks.

“I like this form. It’s nice to see you all-powerful.”

Levi grumbles, shifting underneath you, “It’s monstrous…”

“I know,” you say, now feeling ready to challenge his self-doubt, “but that’s why I like it. I love every version of you.”

His tail uncurls from your waist, leaving behind a faint trail of ooze on your skin and clothes. Levi’s hands rest on the side of your thighs, idly running along their length as your question replays constantly in his mind. His self-deprecation begs for him to say no; he can’t sleep with you like this, you’ll be tainted just by association. He ruins everything he touches, why would it be any different this time?

“I won’t force you,” you say, interrupting his spiraling thoughts, “But I want you, Levi. I want to show you that I love every aspect of you, even the bad stuff.”

“Yeah,” the demon eventually says, “I can’t say no to you. It’s the least I can do for you for putting up with a loser like me.”

You know better now than to argue his points, he’s not going to believe you. Instead, you wordlessly stand up and remove your shorts and underwear, kicking them off to the side.

Levi’s blush only deepens as he watches you brazenly undress. The glow of the tv behind you highlights your curves in a blue halo. He watches the light dance on your skin as you kneel back down in front of him. You push his legs apart as you climb into his lap once more, though now your back is pressed to his chest.

Grabbing his hands, you bring one of them to cup your breast through your tank top. Instinctively, Levi gives it a gentle squeeze, causing you to giggle. You guide his other hand to rest on your lower stomach, only a few centimeters from your core.

“Okay, Levi, I want you to fuck me with your tail.”

The demon splutters, “I– What? That’s perverted, I can’t–”

“I want you to be perverted right now,” you challenge, “I want you to be a perverted little otaku and make me cum on your tail.”

Levi’s brain short-circuits as you further push his hand lower until his fingers greet your folds.

“I’ve seen you play PC, I know you’re skilled with your hands. You gotta use ‘em to prep me first, stuff me full with your filthy fingers. Won’t my perverted demon spread me open before fucking me?”

His eyes fall shut as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. Your words are degrading, they’re humiliating, but he likes it. For him, it feels like you are finally speaking the truth, accepting his true nature.

So his hand slips through your lower lips, teasing your clit with shy circles and making you whimper. Levi’s hardening cock presses against your back, hips involuntarily rutting against you in search of friction. You meet his thrusts, pushing your bare ass against his clothed cock, which the third-born pathetically moans at.

His finger drags slick from your entrance up to your clit, alternating between methodically slow and brutally overstimulating. The hand fondling your breast finally slides past the fabric of your top to pinch your nipple, causing you to whine deeply. Normally, Levi would be hesitant to twist the bud with the roughness he does now, but both of you are wound so taut that he isn’t afraid of leaving you with marks. He’s going to make sure you take everything he wants to give, leaving sore reminders of him on your body.

Both of you gasp when his index finger slides into you; you for the contrast of his icy skin in your sweltering heat, him for how easily and greedily your body took him in. Levi crooks his finger, pressing into the spongy spot that makes you see stars. You’re quickly becoming a moaning mess on top of him.

“Ah, yes! Fuck, you feel so good! Gimme another? Pretty please?” You croon.

Levi obeys in an instant, sinking another finger into your cunt and marveling at the sticky squelch it produces. He begins to scissor his fingers, stretching your body around his hand. When did you become so wet? The sound makes him shiver below you, rolling his hips against your backside in a particularly rough thrust.

“Do you like how your fingers sound in my cunt, Leviathan?” You mirthfully ask.

“I-It’s– I–” The demon stammers out, too focused on the sound replaying each time he sinks his fingers into you.

Your hand reaches up behind you to grasp Levi’s right horn, making him whimper as the pain forces his attention to you, “Say it, my pitiful little demon. Say you like fucking me with your fingers.”

The pace of his fingers slows as he musters the effort to speak, “I-I love i-it! I love f-fingering you…”

“It’s not enough though, is it? Wish it was your cock fucking me instead, hmm? Filling me up?”

He can feel the pre-cum soaking his through his sweatpants, each tease of your hips creating a new bead that drips down his shaft. Levi nods against your shoulder, panting as he sinks a third finger into you. “P-please… n-need you on my c-cock…”

Your giggle is borderline evil. “Too bad. Start with your tail and maybe you can earn the right to stick your nasty otaku cock in my cunt.”

Levi grits his teeth against your neck as he forces his hand to abandon your body, thin trails of your arousal still clinging to his fingertips as he pulls them away. Replacing his fingers, the demon teases the tip of his tail into your entrance, the cool scales making your body jolt in pleasure.

His tail meets no resistance as it slithers further into your body, causing you to drawl out a low, “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…”

Not satisfied with the idea of no longer being able to play with your pussy, Levi’s fingers return to your clit as he slowly drags his tail out of you. You choke on your moan, thighs tensing and toes curling at the overwhelming sensation.

The pace he sets with his tail is brutal, stretching you wider along the length every time he stuffs the appendage back into you. His hand matches this pace, making sure each jolt to your bundle of nerves makes the stretch easier. You want to tease him, to humiliate him a bit more with your words, but each taunt dies on your tongue.

Perhaps you should be the humiliated one. After all, your cunt is shamelessly exposed to the room as Levi uses his tail to fuck you senseless. Any one of his brothers could walk in and see him using you. Don’t you have any dignity? Why did the idea of being his personal fucktoy– his living fleshlight– make you so excited? No human in their right mind should open their body to a demon in this way, but you couldn’t care less, you wanted Leviathan to ruin you.

You’re practically a puddle of incoherent moans and babbling, unsure if the tightening in your lower abdomen was from arousal or from Levi’s tail burying so deep into you. The last intelligible thought that runs through your mind is if you look as fucked out and cock-drunk as the girls in his hentai. You hope you do, knowing how much he’d enjoy it.

The pressure continues to build, tears appearing in the corner of your eyes. Heat licks at your skin and sweat runs down your body, but Levi’s naturally cool state instantly chills the droplets. It, combined with the pleasure, have you shivering uncontrollably, little convulsions tearing through your body.

You vaguely register Levi growling “cum, cum, cum–” against your skin. The demon pinches your clit a final time, your dam finally breaking as your thighs tremble, shudders wracking down your spine. The intense orgasm has you squirting around the demon’s tail, thoroughly drenching his scales in your slick. Eyes rolled back, you collapse against Levi, vision growing fuzzy and a light ringing in your ears.

But Levi doesn’t stop. Though he has removed his tail from you, his fingers play with your oversensitive clit. You’re too weak to try and push his hand away, huffing between overstimulated cries of his name. He quickly forces you through a second orgasm.

The demon brings his fingers to his mouth, forked tongue happily lapping at your essence on his flesh. Levi looks down at your crumpled body, chest heaving with a thousand-yard stare as you slowly come back to reality. He cradles you close to him, still painfully aware of his throbbing erection but waiting on your word. It’s no fun without you, after all.

“Mmm… Levi?” You eventually whisper, voice strained and groggy.

The third-born presses kisses to your face and neck in response.

“What’s next?” You ask.

“Next?” The demon balks.

“You let me have your body, now you can have mine. Where do you want me?” You ask with sincerity too puzzling for Levi’s liking. There’s no way you could want, nor handle, more. But you’re looking at him expectantly, eyes still consumed with lust as you stare up at him from where you’re snuggled against his chest. Leviathan doesn’t know who to thank for answering his prayers. Doesn’t know who to thank for sending him a human that yearns for his defiling touch.

He knows you won’t let him leave your question unanswered, so his mind drifts to ideas of how he could have your body. He flashes back to when you first sat down in his room, how enticing your thighs looked pressed together as your body stretched out. Knowing your cunt is likely already sore, he decides to finally allow himself to indulge in one hentai-born fantasy.

You’re about to boop his nose, noticing his thoughts have run away, when he begins to move. His arm curls underneath your legs, picking you up like you weigh nothing as his hips raise from the bean bag. With his free hand, he pushes down his underwear and sweatpants to his thighs, cock springing free. He sets you back down a little higher than your previous position, legs still spread though now his cock rests heavily against your abused lips.

“D-Don’t move, okay?” Levi asks, as his hands move to the side of your legs. He pushes your legs together, trapping his cock between your thighs. You whimper afterward, his tip now teasingly nestled against your clit.

His tail once again wraps around you, though now along the lengths of your calves, keeping your lower half bound. Grabbing onto your hips, Levi effortlessly rocks them upwards, his shaft deliciously gliding through your folds. He guides your hips back down, his tip roughly tapping your clit as his cock now pushes forward.

You’re thankful that you don’t have to do much as Levi controls the movement of your hips as he fucks your thighs. However, his tight grip makes it impossible to escape the sensation of his cock caressing your debauched bundle of nerves. You attempt to squirm away from the overstimulation, but the demon holds tight, coating his cock in your slick.

Though your head is swimming, you clear your throat and force out some last words, “D-Do my thighs feel good Levi?”

He nods, hissing as his cock glides along your silky flesh, “S-So good, you feel so good.”

“You gonna cum? Be a good demon and cum all over my thighs.”

Levi wishes he could last longer, but your skin is warm and soft against his shaft. Though it will never compare to the feeling of being in your cunt, your thighs are now Levi’s second favorite part of you to fuck.

His pace falters, nails digging into your skin as he hurriedly grinds your folds along his cock, sending you through another convulsing orgasm. Levi feels your muscles twitching in his hands, and the demon finally cums with one last thrust through your thighs. His cum shoots onto your stomach and chest, and the sheer volume of spend sticking to your body has you wondering how long your Levi has been holding back.

…

After what feels like an eternity, sensation returns to your legs, and you’re able to sit up without falling over (though you are still hesitant to stand). Levi grabs your hand, eyes pleading with you not to leave.

“I’m going to get us cleaned up, and then we can watch TSL. Does that sound good?” You ask, giving his hand a little squeeze.

The demon smiles and releases your hand. Using your magic, you summon a wet hand towel, groaning when you realize that you still don’t have enough energy to summon it warm. Levi doesn’t seem to mind though as you run the cool cloth over his thighs and abdomen, before tucking him back into his sweats.

You run the cloth over your torso next, clearing the drying bits of his cum from your skin. You’re almost impressed by the amount that has pooled on you.

Sliding your shorts back on and fixing your crooked top, Levi shoves the ruined beanbag to the side. You both fall back into your previous position on a new one; Levi cradles you on his lap, though now you’re wrapped in a large Ruri-chan blanket. Anime plays in the background as you feed him the snacks you had brought. He doesn’t blush when his hands absentmindedly run along your bare skin, nor does he stammer as he points out each easter egg to you.

You never speak about this again, but he never questions your feelings again either.

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TWISTED WONDERLAND OC

I was too excited to post about him hehshhehr (the last one i swear)

INFO

Name: Vanes Pantomima

Grade/Class: Sophomore/Class B (No.2)

Birthday: March 27th

Age: 17

Height: 1,78 cm

Dominant hand: Both (ambidextrous)

Homeland: Tirulia (A Mediterranean-like country, near the Coral Sea)

Club: Film Research Club

Best subject: Poison Making or Music

Hobbies: Searching for anything bridal or wedding related/Photography

Favorite food: Cake

Pet Peeve: Being interrupted/ignored

Least Favorite food: Spicy food

Likes: Jewels, attention, compliments, company

Dislikes: Judgment, seagulls, feel incapable, loneliness

Talent: Sing/Act

PERSONALITY

Vanes is a kind, friendly person and the popular kid at school. With sweet words and kind gestures without asking for anything in return, he quickly adapts his personality to befriend anyone around him. By many people Vanes is seen as a responsible and intelligent person

But of course, this is just a facade

Vanes is actually a liar, manipulative, attention-addicted person who easily gets angry. He rarely trusts anyone because he thinks that others are only close to him out of interest or superficial feelings, which makes him slowly sabotage himself until he ends up completely alone in the end

In some ways, Vanes is quite determined to achieve his dreams, but often has thoughts that he is not good enough, which makes him envious of anyone who achieves what he wants

Despite acting responsibly, Vanes tends to have a somewhat childish personality, usually being very clingy with others he likes or throwing a tantrum when he is very angry

Vanes is capable of regretting his mistakes and after book 3 he begins to genuinely look for friendships that go beyond appearances. When he's being himself to his friends, Vanes can be characterized as confident, teasing, clingy and a great support (a little shy too)

He's going insane

FACTS

Vanes is twisted from Vanessa (The Little Mermaid)

He's half human-half octopus merman

Vanes is an only child, his mother owns a large chain of jewelry stores in the Coral Sea and other shady businesses

He doesn't know how to cook

Even though he's a sophomore, he doesn't share a room (He rented an empty room)

Vanes also knows how to dance well

He works as a singer at Moustro Lounge and let's just say he owes a certain debt to Azul (Basically he deceives people for Azul)

Octotrio and Vanes met at “land boot camp”, which unironically is close to Vanes’ house

Vanes is very popular at NRC

When Vanes isn't working as a singer he promotes Mostro Louge on social media

Vanes has unhealthy habits to maintain his beauty

APPEARANCE

Vanes is a good-looking boy of average height

His hair is medium, wavy and black and his eyes are dark blue. He has two beauty marks on his face, specifically under his both eyes. Normally Vanes always wears clothes that cover a large part of his body out of insecurity.

Vanes' Octavinelle's uniform is modified: he does not wear a coat and his long shirt sleeves are puffy. His pants are a dark reddish brown with two crystals on each side of his hips and ribbons wrap around his waist forming a kind of a "skirt" with a tentacle design. He wears a pair of small black boots, white gloves, pearl earrings and sometimes leaves the octavinelle scarf hanging on his arms

And finally, the most important part of his outfit: a golden shell necklace that Vanes always wears

. . .

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midnight-vixn · 1 year

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Beach Party

Mephistopheles x Fem!Reader

A/n: I have only @haithanist to thank for feeding me this idea almost two months ago now. I’m making this Prompt 7 for my 666 event because it was too good to pass up.

Cw: Hate fucking, degradation, exhibitionism, male masturbation, scenting, light choking, finger sucking, implied free use w/brothers, cum tasting.

Word count: 4.1k

Surprisingly the summers in the Devildom got just as hot as the human world at times, today was one of the worst, and Lord Diavolo decided to throw a party on his private beach for the students of RAD in an attempt to beat the heat. Mephistopheles, of course, had been sent to do a report on how the evening went, however, shortly after the party started he became preoccupied with his own study.

Those accursed seven brothers that Diavolo seemed to adore so much showed up almost an hour late to the event. Lucifer was busy kissing ass per usual to the Prince, two of the brothers made themselves at home under a large cabana, four of the brothers made a mad dash for the water and right behind them was you. That’s where his study began. You were always so innocent acting, as if you weren’t surrounded by sin and temptation on the daily, it made him sick. Mephisto normally only saw you in your RAD uniform and on the few brief occasions he saw you outside the school you were typically wearing a jacket or had one of the brothers wrapped around you, but here you were now with everything completely exposed.

He couldn’t believe Lucifer would let you leave the house dressed like that, your bottoms hugged your hips snuggly yet barely covered your ass, your breasts were practically falling out of that top, one strong wave and you’d lose it completely. The nerve of a human to dress like that in front of so many demons, have you no shame? That thing left very little to the imagination…yet for some reason Mephistopheles found himself trapped in his.

Watching you act so innocent annoyed him, splashing around in the ocean with that accursed Avatar of Greed, as if you weren’t on full display and filling every demon looking with lust. A knot formed in his stomach as he watched a wave knock you off your feet and directly onto the unsuspecting Avatar of Wrath, his hands coming up to catch you but instead groping your chest on accident.

Ungrateful bastard.

You made your way out of the water finally, water dripping off the curves of your body and sunlight bouncing off your wet skin making you glow practically. You made your way over to the cabana and picked up a towel, the way you dried yourself off was a sin all on its own, slowly rubbing over your inner thighs and ass, bending over to dry your feet and your ass becoming even more exposed, Mephistopheles was confident you were just fondling yourself now instead of actually drying your chest off.

You tossed the towel on a nearby chair and headed off toward the tiki bar that was set up a few yards away with the ever gleeful Avatar of Lust, the second and third born brothers right on your heels. Watching you walk off Mephisto couldn’t help but watch as your bottoms road up your ass to expose the soft flesh underneath, his throat became dry and he felt himself twitch under his shorts. It was outrageous that a mere human could make him feel like this, it was appalling, disgusting even…but it wasn’t the first time.

Mephistopheles had caught himself thinking about you in very provocative situations before but always shut it down before he got too worked up. This time however he had a front row seat to your exposed skin and the way your wet bikini clung to your curves, it was too late to stop himself. He reached down subtly to palm his growing erection and a noise caught in his throat, he didn’t care if he was caught masturbating but he would die if they found out it was to you. His mind wandered farther, undressing you fully, groping at your chest, inhaling your scent… your scent.

Mephisto’s eyes flew open and he scanned the cabana frantically, he knew he had seen you remove a tank top before heading to the water and he had a perverted idea. Landing sight on your top he calmly but quickly approached the cabana, a few feet from the table your top was on, laid the seventh born brother flat on his stomach with a towel covering his face from the sun and thankfully in a deep sleep. Mephistopheles checked his surroundings and then grabbed your shirt, balled it up and made his way back to the cliff side he had emerged from.

Shielding himself from the view of others, Mephisto leaned back against the smooth rock and pulled his waistband down, letting his stiff cock spring free. A sharp gasp at the sudden freedom before he wrapped one hand firmly around the base, somehow he was incredibly turned on and ashamed at the same time, his long cock was already throbbing, veins visible all along his shaft, his tip darkening from the blood rushing to it, fuck you for making him feel like this.

Mephistopheles started to pump his cock slowly, envisioning you back in the water, the way the waves crashed against your body and the way the water dropped off you. His one hand started to pump a little faster while the other held firmly onto your shirt, Mephisto hesitated for a moment before he brought the shirt up to his face inhaling your scent. His eyes blew wide, it was intoxicating to have your scent so close to him, it felt as though you were right here with him while he fucked himself. What a treat that would be, to have you sit at his feet with your hands bound while he stroked himself above you, his precum dripping off and landing on your lips.

How defenseless you would be as he pulled your mouth open and slid his cock down your throat, tears running down your cheeks as he fucked your face, your moans vibrating around his cock. Mephisto pumped faster, his heartbeat racing and moans ripping from his throat, the occasional Fuck! falling from his lips. He wanted you— no, needed you here to fuck. Inhaling your scent once more, Mephisto got another idea, he slowly rubbed your shirt against his abs and down toward his other hand. First gently rubbing the fabric against his sensitive cock, then wrapping it tightly around his leaking member and using both hands to grip himself as he thrusted into your shirt. Your scent mixing with his own caused Mephisto to let out an embarrassingly needy moan, one he would never own up to if questioned.

A sudden thought occurred in his mind, what if you returned and found your shirt missing? The possibility of not finishing fast enough and getting caught only spurred him on, imagining the look on your face, how mad you would be, fuck you were so hot when you were angry. Jerking himself to the thought of you yelling at him, the anger in your voice sent him over the edge and his orgasm ripped through him, ropes of cum spilling onto your shirt, the sight only coaxing more out of him. Once his balls were empty he unwrapped your shirt from his cock and took in the sight, once nice and clean but now covered in his cum, covered in his scent. Mephisto looked back at the cabana, still empty minus the slumbering youngest, and made his way back over to return what he borrowed.

…

“Asmo will you help me reapply my sunscreen?”

“Of course hun! I can’t let you burn that beautiful skin of yours~”

“Tch, why’s he get to do it?? He did it last time!” Mammon argues as your group walks back to the cabana.

“Because Levi would either pass out or cream his pants if I asked him and your hands tend to wander where they don’t belong because you’re a greedy little perv.” You tease.

“What did I do??” Levi screeched in defense, his face turning bright red from your accusation.

“Yeah well…my hands belong there more than Asmo’s…” the second born mumbles in response while running a hand through his hair. You knew the affect you had on the brothers dressed like this, they had a hard time keeping their hands off you under normal circumstances but beach trips always made them all turn into handsy pervs; all but Asmo somehow.

The two now grumpy brothers take off to the water again while you hand Asmo the sunscreen bottle, after he finishes covering your back he heads down to the water himself. You hang back for a moment to let the lotion dry and notice your tank top hanging off the edge of the table, you reach to pick it up and immediately regret the choice. Your hand is instantly covered in a thick substance, one you’re all too familiar with thanks to the local panty thieves you live with, and you try to figure out which one did it this time.

You shove Belphie’s sleeping body with your foot, the way he jostles around tells you he’s been in a deep sleep since you guys arrived, Mammon and Leviathan have been with you the entire time, Satan and Beelzebub have been off competing in some game and while they’ve marked your belongings before you know neither of them would do so in public. Asmodeus always behaves himself around you at the beach— he would rather mark you than your clothes anyway— so you rule him out. Lucifer has been chatting with Diavolo since you arrived, his way of staying distracted and away from you while looking so tempting, you realize none of the brothers could have done this and become repulsed. What sick demon decided to mess with your shit while you were away? You drop the shirt and sneer at it, as you turn to go find Lucifer you spot something from the corner of your eye that makes your blood boil.

Over near the cliff side stands that jackass Mephistopheles, looking much more smug and pompous than usual. You assume he just watched your unfortunate discovery and is now laughing at your discomfort, but then you read his features a little more. His body leaned against the massive rocks a little too relaxed, his eyes a little softer than usual, his arms crossed and his head tilted just slightly as he smirks. You’ve seen that exact look before several times from Belphie, usually when he’s being a brat, usually right after you find out that he—

You sick freak!

Your blood runs hot, your eyes go wide with rage, you grab your cum stained shirt and start off towards that smug ass demon. You watch as he snaps back to reality seeing you approach him, his face flashes concern for about .7 seconds before turning into a look of disgust per usual. You feel the rage from the last several months of dealing with him start to surface, you’ve held your tongue for far too long; he’s about to get more than he bargained for. You stop just short of him and suppress the urge to slap that look off his face, your brows furrow and fists clench in rage.

“Whatever you want make it quick. I don’t want anyone to see me socializing with you.” God he’s such a dick. Your eye twitches at his words, making it seem like your not worthy of his time after doing this.

“You know exactly why I’m standing here!” You hold up your fist that grips tightly onto your top.

“What? Did someone touch your stuff?” The smirk on his lips grows.

“You know exactly who did this!” You snap.

“Afraid not.” He scoffs and looks away. It’s a lie, obviously he knows. He still remembers how it felt wrapped around his leaking cock, he still remembers the high he felt releasing himself onto it. His scent is so strong that he’s surprised the brothers didn’t smell it when returning to the cabana, you can’t pick up on scents the way demons can and for that he’s grateful, maybe he can still get away with it; so long as you don’t notice the tent in his pants that grows with each word you spit at him in anger. “Maybe you shouldn’t leave your shit unattended while you go around dressed like a—”

His sentence cut off as your hand makes contact with his cheek, the impact loud enough to be heard yards away, the palm of your hand burns from the force behind it, the satisfaction you feel is strong but short lived; quickly replaced by shock and confusion. The sound of your slap is loud, but the moan that Mephistopheles releases is louder. You assume at first he’s just being a dick again, making fun of you for slapping him, but soon register that something else is happening here. His eyes stay closed even after the slap, his cheeks flush, his lips twitch to fight off a smile, his arms had uncrossed and now gripped the wall behind him, you glance down and notice the obvious bulge in his shorts.

So, he likes it rough?

Your blood runs hot but for an entirely different reason now, you shame yourself for being turned on by him of all demons, but then admit that this is too good an opportunity to pass up. He opens his eyes just barely and looks down at you in a way that makes you want to rip him to shreds.

I can work with that.

You grab his face with your free hand, jerking him down to your level, he groans softly but doesn’t fight back against your hold.

Whore.

You look him dead in the eyes and hold your stained shirt up close to his face.

“You did this didn’t you?” You press. He glances over at your shirt quickly and then back to you, eyes wandering over your face and lingering on your lips, he nods yes and gives you another slight smirk. You release his face and shove him against the wall behind him, your hand pressing into his chest while your eyes stay locked on his. Mephisto groans again, arching his back slightly as his eyes flutter shut, only to open them again to your steely gaze. You press your body close to his, feeling yourself throb as soon as his erection presses against your thigh, your mind clouds while trying to guess just how big he is under those stupid shorts.

“Why’d you do it?” You move your face in closer to his. “To be an asshole? Or are you just another sick perverted demon who likes humans?”

You watch him sneer and roll his eyes as his flush deepens, using his own words against him was a sick move; he fucking loved you for it. “Answer me.” You command. He writhes against you, another soft groan leaving his throat as he does his best to look smug and not unabashedly horny while he answers .

“I don’t like getting off on my own.” He nearly moans in response. “Wanted your scent to help me.”

Your free hand grabs onto his throat, his eyes roll back and mouth falls open while he bucks into you lightly. You refrain from grinding against him and pull him down towards you again so you can reach his ear.

“Next time you want help, just ask.” You practically growl at him. With the brothers you’re normally much more gentle and kind, but this one demon makes something inside you come to life; he makes you feel more demonic than anything else down here. “But since you like being a gross pervert,” you pry his mouth open and shove your shirt in. “You can clean this for me.”

Mephisto moans as you shove your shirt in his mouth, your fingers pressing against his tongue, the taste of his own cum filling his mouth, his hands grab onto your hips and pull you closer to his own. You chuckle softly as he starts rutting against you, short muffled moans continuing as he starts to suck on the fabric wrapped around your fingers. After all the harassment from him you revel in the way he breaks under you like this, watching him turn into a needy little toy for you to use, the fire in your body takes over finally.

You latch onto his neck and bite down harshly, drinking in the loud moan he releases and feeling his voice vibrate against your fingers. Your free hand lets go of his neck and snakes down between your bodies to brush lightly over his cock, he bucks into your touch instantly but you move away before he can. A pathetic whine escaping him while his thighs squeeze together, you run your hand up under his shirt exploring his toned stomach but not stopping until you reach his chest.

His breath hitches as your hand caresses his pec and one hand shoots up to grab your wrist in an attempt to stop you, it’s obvious someone doesn’t want you to find out how much of a whore he is, you shake him off and continue towards your goal. You trace circles around it first, teasing and edging him before finally running a nail gently across his nipple. The moan that leaves Mephistopheles would probably rival Asmodeus if it wasn’t muffled by your shirt in his mouth, his body bucks wildly against you desperate for more, he starts to pant while his hands grab at your body. He’s clearly pent up and craving release if he’s willing to act this shameless in front of you, you almost feel bad for him…almost.

You pull away from his neck and jerk his head to look at you again, a pathetic and needy look in his eyes as he continues to suck on your fingers. His tongue is thick and licks at your digits greedily, you envision how it would feel against your wet folds, how he would suck on your clit just as desperately as he does your fingers, a shiver runs down your spine and you let a sultry moan leave your lips just to see how he reacts. Mephisto’s eyes go wide and when he moans this time he opens his mouth wide enough to let his tongue loll out, you shove your shirt further into his mouth stuffing him full.

“You better stay quiet unless you want someone to know your getting off with a filthy human.” You hiss in his ear. You grab hold of one of his wrists and bring his hand up to squeeze your chest, his fingers sink into to the plush skin and you gasp as he starts to fondle your breast on his own. Your hand snakes back down to his shorts but this time you reach in to pull out his cock, your hand wraps around his shaft and you feel yourself throb again at his girth, Mephisto’s body goes stiff at your touch. You can feel him throbbing against your palm, you run your thumb against the thick vein on his underside and watch him squirm and whimper as you do.

You finally pull him free of his shorts, you look down to see just how big he is and let out a breathy moan, he’s far bigger than you would’ve imagined and his girth alone makes your legs shake. His tip is steadily leaking precum and his shaft is already coated in the slick, you run your hand up slowly and listen to Mephisto choke on his own moans. You squeeze lightly on his tip and run your thumb across his slit, he bucks frantically into your hand trying to get more from you.

“Don’t be greedy.” You order, letting go of his leaking cock. Mephisto whines as you release him but quickly gets over it when he feels his throbbing length rest against your lower stomach, the feeling of your soft skin and still damp bottoms making his head spin. His hand slips under your top and pulls at your nipple as he ruts against you, his slick coating your stomach and making it easier for him to hump you. You moan at his touch, the way he harshly pulls and flicks your nipple sending a wave of lust through your body, you grab his cock again and start stroking him just as harshly. Mephisto’s hand twitches on your breast and his head falls to the side as he becomes lost in the way you pump him closer to his orgasm.

Consumed by your own lust and greed you use your other hand to pull your bottoms to the side, a cruel and wicked idea in mind. You slow your strokes and instead graze his tip along your soaked folds, letting it catch against your clit and moaning at the sensation. Mephisto arches his back and tries desperately to buck into you each time his tip glides across your entrance, you refuse to grant him the satisfaction though. Continuing to tease him and yourself, your other hand now reaches up to play with his chest again, you listen to the usually stuck up demon turn into a whimpering mess, you’re barely able to make out a string of very muffled Fuck, please! as you quicken your pace. You reach up to pull your shirt out of his mouth and listen to him gasp before slumping against you and moaning into your neck.

“Fuck! Shit! Aaahhhhaaa, fuck! Faster, faster, go faster!” Mephisto begs, his one hand still groping your breast while the other reaches down to grip your ass. You fulfill his wish and stroke him quickly again while running his leaking tip through your folds still, your mind goes fuzzy as your own desire builds and you give into temptation. You pop his swollen head into your pussy and clench at the way he stretches you, gasping and moaning at the same time.

“FUUUUCK!” Mephisto growls against you, his abs clenching as he tries to fight off his climax hoping you’ll give him more. You want more, so much more, but your pride won’t allow that…not now at least. You pull his hair to adjust his face so you can latch onto his lips, stealing harsh kisses and letting him slip his tongue into your mouth, melting at the way his moans vibrate into you. The two of you becoming completely lost in each other, swirling your tongues around one another and grinding desperately against the other.

You bite down on Mephisto’s bottom lip and tug at it as you stroke him through his orgasm, his body shaking and knees going weak as ropes of his cum cover your stomach, thighs and hand. His head is spinning in the aftermath and he watches you clean off with your soiled shirt through half lidded eyes, he slumps against the wall behind him trying to ground himself. He’s pissed at himself for letting you do this to he him, for letting you make him feel so damn good, but he’s hurt that you would deny him the full experience. You can see the glint of betrayal in his eyes and can’t help but smirk, you grab his face gently this time and let out a satisfied laugh.

“I have better demons to play with at home.” You give an overly condescending wink before releasing your hold. He scoffs and tries to snap back at you but his body is still reeling from the earth shattering orgasm you just pulled out of him. You blow him a teasing kiss and make your way back to the cabana, stuffing your soaked shirt in your bag in order to hide it from the brothers.

Mammon, of course, finds you first and is immediately flushed. His eyes scan over your body, your arousal is strong enough to send every demon nearby into a frenzy, or at least enough to make Belphie wake up from his nap.

“What’s got you turned on?” The youngest asks while sitting up finally.

“The hell are you askin her that for!” Mammon snaps.

“If you shut up I’ll let you help me, Mammon.” You interject, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away from the cabana. “Not like that’s a question though.”

…

Mephistopheles watches you lead the second born off somewhere, undoubtedly to let him fuck you until you can’t think anymore, his stomach churns at the thought. It should be him between your legs fucking you numb, it should be his name you cry out as you cum, it should be his scent covering you. Mephisto let’s out a deep groan in annoyance, he hates that you consume his thoughts like this but he loves the way you feel against his body. Maybe he will ask you for help next time, in an empty classroom back at the school.

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Octavinelle

Octatrio/Prefect (Yuu,MC,OC) Romantic Poly

One-sided Riddle/Prefect

SCHOOL UNITY: Heartslabyul

“This is workplace harassment, you know.”

Azul let out one of his dramatic gasps, gloved hand placed over his heart as if the Prefect had landed a mortal blow.

“How could you say such a thing, my pearl?” he asked with a liberal tone of offense that he had to internally fight to keep when their beloved human’s expression remained a very unimpressed and very dry glare. “I am a merfolk of my word and I would certainly never break a term of contract, especially for my dearest employee!”

“I never agreed to this.” They said pointedly, crossing their arms over their chest and refusing to cooperate with how Jade was attempting to take their measurements.

“Aa, but you also didn’t NOT agree to it.” Azul said smoothly, flashing a charming smile. “You see, angelfish, your work contract includes the requirement for the approved uniform to be worn each shift that you are to be paid for.”

“This isn’t the uniform! I already HAVE my uniform and it’s not…THIS!” they threw their hands up into the air in frustration.

“You do have a set of our common uniform, yes, but I have come up with a brilliant idea that will help us improve attendance and sales. For these special promotions the uniforms will be…unique.” He said cheerfully, clapping his hands together and ignoring the snickering from Floyd behind them.

“Koebi-chan is going to be even more adorable than usual!” he cackled from his place on the couch where he was flicking through various catalogues and fabric books. “I’ll have to squeeze you even more than normal to handle it!”

“Jade!?” they complained, tugging their arm away from the calmer tweel as he tried to measure their wrist and fingers. “Why are you okay with this? Isn’t it going to be a lot of work for you to make these things?”

“Perhaps,” he replied smoothly, though his eyes couldn’t hide the dark glee he was enjoying from seeing the prefect so flustered and defiant. “But I have found that sewing, while not my favorite hobby, does have it’s own sort of charm. Especially when I will have such a cute model.”

Azul couldn’t hide his chuckle when their lover groaned, dropping their head into their hands and trying to hide the faint blush on their cheeks. They had gotten somewhat used to the tweel’s form of flirting, but thankfully not completely. Thankful for the Octavinelle trio at least. Their blush really was lovely.

“Do not fret, my pearl, you will be compensated handsomely for your part in my sche-plans. If my projections are correct, you will be receiving a ten percent increase for the promotional shifts you work and if the outcome is greater then I will raise it accordingly.” He promised, knowing instantly that he had won them over.

Oh the stubborn human refused outright to let him take care of their living expenses – spouting some nonsense about not wanting the three to think they were with them for financial gain, as if Azul wasn’t willing to do it even if they were – but they wouldn’t argue against pay raises that were fair for work done.

The prefect’s shoulders sagged and they let their hands fall away to turn a pouting but resigned look up at him.

“Thirty percent.” They shot back.

“Fifteen.”

“Twenty-five and not a madol lower. I can see some of the sketches from here and if I’m going to be wearing that in front of the whole school then I’m going to get what I deserve.” They said stubbornly, not realizing that Azul had actually planned for at least forty percent going to the Prefect if he had to.

“Then it’s a deal, my dear.” He nearly purred, almost being able to feel the stacks of madols in his hands that he would be earning with this idea.

He shook their hand before leaning down to place a teasing kiss on the back and then spinning to all but skip to his desk.

“Be sure to run the designs by Vil, won’t you, Jade? He has quite an eye for these things you know and I’m sure he’ll simply ADORE what we have cooked up.”

“And that stalker of his will get the word out quicker than anything!” Floyd cackled.

“Arms out, angelfish.” Jade grinned.

The prefect groaned but gave in.

“Cater, really, there’s no need to pull.” Riddle frowned in consternation, tugging his wrist away from the overexcited ginger who couldn’t stop babbling about this ‘special promotion’ thing that Mostro Lounge had started advertising.

“Ya don’t understand! If we’re not early we won’t be able to find a seat! I can’t miss this kind of photo op! My likes are gonna be through the roof! I wonder if the Prefect will let me get a picture with them.” He rambled with a wide smile as he typed away on his phone at a speed that made Riddle’s mind boggle.

“You’re going to have to have to get behind us!” Ace cackled. “We’re their besties, ya know!”

“We should definitely take pictures since Sebek and Jack couldn’t come.” Deuce agreed with a nod, Grim hanging off his shoulder.

“Well I’m gonna order the biggest tuna dish ever!” the monster said happily, dreaming of the delicious food that was waiting for him.

“I wonder what the theme is going to be.” Epel said thoughtfully from between the two card soldiers. “Vill-senpai has really gotten into the planning once Jade stopped by a few weeks ago. He won’t tell me anything about it though and Rook just giggles and starts spouting poetry no one can understand.”

“Well, we won’t be staying long.” Riddle said firmly. “Midterms are in a few days and all of you need to stay focused on not falling behind.” He ignored the groans from the first years and Cater.

Trey just laughed as they passed through the mirror into Octavinelle dorm grounds and patted his friend on the shoulder.

“I’m sure they will do fine. This will be a good stress relief for everyone.” He said, trying to ease some of the housewarden’s annoyance at being dragged along.

Of course, he gave the excuse of needing to ensure that the others didn’t go overboard, but it was impossible to miss how he caved once he heard it involved their Ramshackle Prefect.

“Perhaps but-“

The group paused when they saw the entrance to the restaurant was decorated with roses and various displays that definitely gave off a ‘Heartslabyul’ vibe but with a distinct elegance that spoke of Azul’s influence.

“What is this ‘theme’ supposed to be?” Riddle questioned as Cater gasped and rushed forward through the other students in line to enter and began taking pictures both of the entrance and himself as well with them in the background.

Epel blinked and looked around in confusion as they entered, the Queendom of Hearts décor continuing on farther.

“I don’t know, Vil just said something about ‘school spirit’ and ‘loyalty’.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, the fliers the twins were passing out just said Heartslabyul gets a ten percent discount tonight on top of the ticket promotion.” Ace said, grinning as he looked around at the rather packed lounge – mostly by familiar red, white, and black uniforms.

“Oh hey! Jade-senpai!” Deuce said suddenly, waving his arm at the tall vice-housewarden.

The eelmer’s calm smile widened just a bit as he walked in their direction, giving a polite bow.

“Welcome to Mostro Lounge, Housewarden Riddle. We were hoping you would be joining us this evening. Azul was quite positive that you would enjoy yourself. Might I show you all to a table?” He said, looking quite different in the black suit, black striped shirt, and blood red tie and gloves. There was a single white rose in his lapel pocket.

Riddle gave the tall – TOO TALL! – eelmer a distrusting glare but gave in finally at Cater’s very insistent begging.

“Very well.” He sighed, shooting a harsher glare at Ace when the boy gave a little cheer and pumped his fist.

“So what’s all this about!?” Cater asked excitedly, holding up his phone to record Jade’s answer.

Jade chuckled smoothly as he led the group through the crowd of students towards a large table near the center of the room that had obviously been reserved for the Heartslabyul housewarden. The décor was a bit more elaborate without being gaudy and everything was set up to the Heartslabyul rules.

“Why, Azul wishes to give back to the school, of course.” He said, even pulling the chair at the end out for Riddle. “After so much has happened he’s wanted to strengthen our bonds as NCR students and help to share the diverse cultures of our dorms with all on campus. It really is quite a shame, after all, that there is so many interesting traditions and styles that the other houses only barely get a peek at.”

Riddle glared again but did take the seat offered, looking around the room and noticing that while there WERE many Heartslabyul students there were quite a lot from the other dorms as well, even a couple from Ignihyde who were congregating in a corner. While it wasn’t like the houses completely segregated themselves from each other, friendships across dorms were less common than among dormmates and clubs. Now, though, there were more students intermingling, particularly with the Heartslabyul students than normal. Azul’s plan was obviously working.

“I suppose…if it means that more students will be able to experience a piece of our traditions…then it is fine.” He finally conceded. “But I will have none of our Queen’s etiquette broken! They may not be under my purview but-“

“Fret not, Housewarden Riddle.” Jade assured him before the red head could work himself up into a lecture. “Azul has scoured your exhaustive collection of rules and made adjustments to both cutlery and the menu accordingly.”

Riddle glared, still not trusting the octomer in the slightest but had to give in when it really did seem like everything was being handled well and with respect.

“Very well.” He finally agreed, making Jade’s grin widen to show the sharp, shark-like teeth.

“Then please, enjoy yourselves and I will send your server right over.”

Trey sent Riddle a comforting smile as the other boys all began looking through the menus and chattered away at the options available. All had a Heartslabyul flare but were different enough to be a special treat for even those of the dorm.

“You shouldn’t worry so much, Riddle. It’s just dinner. It’s not like Azul is tricking us into a contract. We’ll even get to see…the…oh, my.”

Riddle blinked when Trey’s gaze moved past and settled on something behind him.

Expecting a trap of some king, Riddle snapped his head around.

Instantly his face burst into a brilliant crimson.

“Welcome to Mostro Lounge, everyone! I’ll be your server today so please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” The Prefect chirped.

Riddle wasn’t even capable of forming thoughts let alone respond.

“Whoa! What do they got you dressed up in?” Ace cackled, leaning around Deuce to take in their friend’s ‘uniform’.

“Whatever do you mean, Ace? This is the Queendom of Hearts, after all. Isn’t it only proper for the Queen to be served by his most loyal servant?” They smiled sweetly, one of the fluffy white rabbit ears peaking out of their hair flicking slightly.

Riddle almost swallowed his tongue.

“You’re the Queen’s right hand rabbit!” Cater cried in delight, jumping from his chair and zooming to their friend’s side to start taking pictures.

The Prefect only smiled and even did a few poses in the detailed uniform. Red and black puffed shorts that would have been utterly indecent in Riddle’s eyes if it wasn’t for the cream-colored tights pattered with dark red, lace detail along the thighs and card suit symbols trailing down the length of their legs to the black and gold heels. A cream, black and gold corset vest sat over a red silk shirt with a large cream bow around their neck. The tails of the shirt were cut specifically to frame the white bunny tail set at the base of their spine and twitched every now and then as the ears did – showing they were either magical or electronic.

And sitting in the middle of their bow was a rose that was brighter red than the rest of the outfit.

A red matching the exact shade of Riddle’s hair.

Riddle felt like his heart was going to break out of his chest when the Prefect turned their sparkling gaze and smile on him. WERE THEY WEARING LIPSTICK!?

“Since you are a VIP customer, Riddle-sama-“ Oh my sweet seven. “-I’ll be seeing to your every need. Please don’t hesitate to call on me whenever you like. I’m at your beck and call. Now, what would everyone like to start with for drinks?”

Riddle wasn’t going to survive this.

“You are an evil man, Azul.” The Prefect said when they dropped onto the couch in his office at the end of the night, throwing their legs into Jade’s lap with a groan. “And I want thirty-five percent.”

The octomer chuckled from his place at his desk, counting the stacks of madol that had flooded in that night with glee.

“Of course, my pearl. I should reward your acting skills, after all. You far exceeded my expectations.” He said, looking over to their lover as Jade gently removed the heels from their feet to set aside and began massaging their aching limbs.

The Prefect let out a soft moan that was far more distracting than they intended, and closed their eyes to relax and be pampered after their hard work. Jade’s fingers really were something else.

“Yeah, yeah, well don’t expect that level of schmoozing all the time.” They warned. “You’re just lucky that it’s fun to make Riddle-senpai blush so much.”

“Isn’t it!?” Floyd cackled as he skipped into the room, draping himself over the back of the couch and tugging their human up into an awkward but enthusiastic kiss before dropping them back on the pillows. “And don’t worry! I taught the catfish from Savanaclaw to keep his hands to himself.”

“Yes, I do apologize for that, my dear.” Jade said. “I knew that table was going to be difficult and I shouldn’t have sent you to them. It won’t happen again.”

The Prefect hoped that the guy still HAD hands.

“It’s fine.” They waved it off, repositioning themself better on the pillows. “I was expecting that to happen eventually.” They admitted.

There was a beat before Jade gave a low chuckle.

“Fufufu…I see, so that is why you requested the heals to be reinforced.”

“They are called ‘stiletto’ heels for a reason. No one enjoys having a shoe puncture through their foot.” They answered with a yawn.

Hearing the guy’s squeal had been pretty satisfying.

Jade must have thought so too with how his hands were wandering.

“Be that as it may, we will take steps for such incidents to be prevented in the future.” Azul assured them, his brow furrowing at the one memory of the night that was less than pleasing.

The Prefect just nodded with their eyes closed, knowing that their lovers would handle it even if they were perfectly capable of doing it themself.

“Just don’t forget my bonus.”

Azul couldn’t help but chuckle, watching as their human allowed Jade to maneuver them and divest them of the different pieces of the costume until they were only left in the silk shirt. He let his gaze trace over the lines and curves of their legs that still draped across Jade’s lap as the eelmer calmly folded each piece and set them aside.

Remembering how vicious their smile had been when they broke that brute’s foot.

Sometimes it was impossible for him not to imagine what their little angelfish would be like as a merfolk. How beautiful their fins would be…or tentacles. He loved them exactly as they were but it was such a shame that the chance for such a devastatingly being to be trapped on land.

But they wouldn’t be trapped forever.

Azul had plans for that as well.

Glancing down at the madol stacked around him and the piles of paperwork that he still needed to do, he allowed himself a chance to celebrate their success and swiftly gathered and locked everything in his vault before making his way over to the sofa and bending down to gather the Prefect in his arms.

They obligingly wrapped their arms around his neck, knowing that their weight was nothing to the octomer, and laid their head against his shoulder.

“If you’re scheming something, you’d better be ready to do all the work because I deserve a pillow princess night.” They said blandly, causing Floyd to cackle and jump to his feet.

“Koebi-chan is so cute when they get demanding.” He teased, grinning when the Prefect stuck their tongue out at him over Azul’s shoulder.

“Of course, dearest, anything you wish.” Azul smiled, not even bothering to act like they had to make deals anymore to get anything they wanted from him.

After all, there was only one contract that he was working to convince them to accepting in the future and there was still an empire he needed to build first.

Only the best for their angelfish.

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Did Azul place Riddle's table in the middle of the Lounge so that it would maximize everyone's view of the Prefect?

Yes.

Is he jealous that practically the whole school has a crush on their Angelfish?

Also yes.

Will that stop him from taking advantage of that fact while also rubbing in how the Prefect was with them?

Not at all.

Hope you guys like it! Dedicated to my sis who thinks our octotrio works best with a little prefect right in the middle.

Once I get my AO3 page set up I'll cross post these so that they'll be easier to find.

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