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A New Friend

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You made a new friend, and you were so excited about it! But for some reason, your boyfriends don't approve of her (other than the four Harbingers), you beg for your boyfriends to give her a chance, but that ends up being your biggest mistake.

Note: So, this fanfic does have triggering content, and I highly recommend skipping out on this fanfic if angst isn't typically your cup of tea or if it triggers some bad memories for you. I apologize in advance if I end up using your name; I tried looking up German names and Emma happened to have popped up and I stuck with the name Emma for this fanfic (if your name is Emma, definitely change the new friend's name out with something else 🥲). To be honest, I (myself as the author of this fanfic) don't really consider this fanfic to be much of an angsty story, but there is triggering content. Definitely skip it out if any of these topics make you feel uncomfortable. To all of my new or returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Reader's new friend is a pick-me girl, nonconsensual touching, forced groping, physical assault, mentions of a breakup, blood, broken legs, injuries, violence in general.

Word Count: 10.6k

“Guys, guys, guys!” You burst into the abode, barreling towards your boyfriends, who were sitting on the couch in the living area while conversing with one another. Their conversation came to a halt when you flung yourself into Gorou’s arms with a big smile on your face. Dainsleif and Baizhu had to quickly steady both you and Gorou, or else the two of you would’ve toppled over to the floor.

“Oh, you’re in a good mood!” Dainsleif commented, reaching down to pinch your cheeks with a small smile on his face.

Baizhu smiles down at you while ruffling your hair playfully, “What’s got you in a good mood, huh?”

“I made a friend today….” You said softly against Gorou’s chest before burying your face into Gorou’s chest while giggling softly, tightening your grasp around Gorou’s waist.

“Can you repeat that for the others, sweetheart? I don’t think the others heard what you said.” Gorou smiles, tilting your face up to meet his gaze before cupping your face with both of his hands.

Childe frowns, “Why are you so cuddly with Gorou over there when you can be cuddly with me instead!” He crosses his arms over his chest with a sharp exhale, tapping his biceps with his index finger.

“Oh, relax, Childe! You tall men get [Y/N]’s attention all the time! It’s time for us short men to get [Y/N]’s love and attention as well!” Venti says, walking over to where you and Gorou stood. You released Gorou before clinging to Venti with a smile on your face.

Diluc clears his throat, “Care to repeat what you said to Gorou? Your voice was muffled against his chest when you answered Baizhu’s question.” Diluc says, looking at you curiously. You blinked at Diluc before pulling away from Venti, who pouted when you slowly let go of him. If only you continued to hold onto him for a little bit longer!

“I made a friend!” You said, bouncing on the balls of your feet, a big smile appearing on your face.

Xiao looks at you, baffled, “You made a friend?” He asks, gazing at you with wide eyes.

“Why is it hard to believe?!” You whined softly, walking over to Xiao before latching yourself to his side with a dramatic frown on your face. “Am I unlikeable or something?!” You ask, looking over at your boyfriends with puppy dog eyes.

“No, no, dearest! You’re a delightful person!” Zhongli says, patting the top of your head while sipping on his tea. “I believe that Xiao is surprised because you don’t seem to be the type to seek out friendships from strangers. You would rather have people approach you than you approach them.” Zhongli added, leaning over to place his teacup on the wooden table in the living room.

“What’s the name of your new friend?” Kaeya asks, uncrossing his legs before leaning forward in his seat, gazing at your curiously.

You replied, “Her name is Emma! I met her while I was in Mondstadt, and she seems like a really sweet person!”

“Oh? You made a female friend?” Thoma asks, his eyes widening in shock.

You frowned, “Hey! Why did you seem so shocked when I said her name? Do you want me to have male friends instead?” You crossed your arms before looking away from Thoma with a sigh.

“I would much rather have you be friends with women than men because what if your male friends end up developing feelings for you and try to steal you away from us?” Ayato asks, leaning in his seat next to Thoma.

“But have you thought about how women can also fall for [Y/N] too?” Aether asks, leaning on the cushion on his lap while brushing the ends of his blond braid.

Heizou hums to himself while stroking his chin, “You know, I have seen some women ogle [Y/N] while we were in Inazuma the other day! But who can blame them?”

You felt your face turn hot at Heizou’s comment. There are women who ogle you? Since when did that ever happen? Then again, you don’t really pay attention to your surroundings as much, and you can be pretty oblivious at times. Especially when people are trying to flirt with you; unless those people are your boyfriends, then they’ll make it known that they’re flirting with you. Even the shyest and the quietest men in the harem make it evident that they are trying to flirt with you.

“Great, first we have to fight the men that aren’t involved with [Y/N], and now it’s the women that we have to fight with?” Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

“Hey! As long as it’s not Kujou Tengu that’s flirting with [Y/N], then I’m good. If I see her getting a little bit too close and personal with my onikabuto booboo bear, then I will not hesitate to fight her!” Itto exclaims, clenching his fist in front of him dramatically.

“I see where you’re coming from, Itto,” Kazuha says, twirling a pen in his hands before placing his small notepad on the table beside him.

“Did this Emma girl approach you first, or did you approach her first?” Albedo asks, looking at you curiously.

“Oh! She approached me first, saying something about how she liked my aura?” You said with a questioning tone, your eyebrows furrowing with confusion while tilting your head to the side. You have no idea what Emma meant by that, but it sounded like a good thing to you! Right?

Ayato lets out a breathy laugh, “Well, this Emma girl sounds like an interesting person.” He crosses his right leg over his left leg before taking a sip of his milk tea.

“I have no idea what Emma meant when she mentioned your aura.” Aether grumbles, scratching the back of his head with his eyes narrowed.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Neither do I, but I went along with it anyway.” You said, walking over to the love seat before plopping down on it. “But either way, I made a new friend, and I’m pretty happy about it!” You chirped, resting your head on the floral cushion.

“When are we going to be meeting this new friend of yours?” Dainsleif asks, moving your legs from the couch before pulling you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders before burying your face into the nook of his neck.

“Mmmm, I don’t really know!” You said, resting your head on his shoulders before looking over at your other boyfriends, who are now demanding for you to get into their arms and give them some affection as well. “As much as I’m happy about having a new friend, something feels a bit off.” You said, tapping on your chin.

Diluc gives you a questioning look, “Oh? You seemed so excited about making a new friend. Why are you suddenly doubting your newly formed friendship with Emma?” Diluc asks.

“It’s not that I’m doubting my newly formed friendship with Emma, ‘Luc.” You shake your head. “What I find odd is that she knew about my relationships, and I didn’t even mention any of you to her at all.” You said. When Emma had first approached you, she was pretty chipper and friendly to you. When she brought up your relationship with your boyfriends, you were a bit weirded out because how could she know about your relationships before even knowing other information about you? It was a little bit unsettling, but you brushed it off to the side as if it was nothing and continued to talk to her as if that didn’t happen at all.

“I mean, Emma did say something about liking your aura. She’s probably an astrologist like Mona.” Aether commented, shrugging his shoulders.

“But Emma didn’t have a vision, nor does she talk like she knew anything about astrology. She only mentioned my aura and then my relationships.” You reply.

Childe makes a noise, “Do astrologers need a vision to have the title or job as an astrologist? Quite frankly, I think astrology is nothing but a load of boar shit.” Childe snorts, the corners of his lips quirking up. Aether reaches over to Childe and whacks him upside of his head, causing the ginger-haired male to scowl and glare over at the blond.

“Maybe you need to get to know her more. After all, the two of you just started becoming friends. You two still don’t know much about each other.” Baizhu says, giving your shoulders a comforting pat and squeeze.

“Uh, I think Emma knows more about [Y/N] than what [Y/N] knows about Emma.” Venti pipes up.

You shook your head, “You know what? I should just be happy that I made a new friend! Plus, I want to get to know her more before I can introduce my new friend to my boyfriends!” You smile widely when you feel Dainsleif rub your head affectionately, causing you to snuggle up against him even more.

The next few days went by fast, and you were out of the abode more often to hang out with your new friend, Emma. Every time you would come back to the estate, you would talk about how great Emma was and how she was a lovely person! That gave the men hope that you’ll have a lifelong friend while residing in Teyvat, someone that would keep you company while they were out doing their duties in Liyue, Mondstadt, and Inazuma. Sometimes while you’re out with Emma, the men would set a meet-up location after your hang out with Emma. One day, while walking to the site where you and your boyfriends have planned to meet up after your little hang-out with Emma, Emma appeared out of nowhere.

“Oh! So these are your boyfriends!” Emma says, walking around the men in a big circle while inspecting them from head to toe. “Well, [Y/N]! You have quite the diverse taste in men, might I say.” Emma chuckles, shaking her head with a smile.

“Who might you be?” Xiao asks, raising his eyebrows at the brunette.

“Well, Xiao, my name’s Emma! I’m [Y/N]’s best friend!” Emma says, throwing her arms around your shoulders with a big smile on her face.

“Uh, how do you know his name?” Itto asks, looking at Emma with wide eyes. Emma shrugs her shoulders innocently before pulling away from the hug.

Emma brushes her hair off her shoulders, “I know every single one of your names. [Y/N] talks about all of you with every chance they get.” She playfully rolls her eyes before smacking your biceps. You jumped at the sudden contact and looked over at Emma with wide eyes, then back at your boyfriends, who seemed to be just as surprised as you were.

“My, my, [Y/N]. I didn’t think we’d be meeting your new friend so soon.” Kaeya says, looking at Emma owlishly before glancing over at you, his eyebrow raised slightly. Oh no, it seems like Kaeya doesn’t really approve of Emma. And by the looks on the other men’s faces, it seems like they didn’t really approve of her either, even though they were happy that you made a new friend. You laughed nervously before grabbing onto Emma’s wrist, pulling her over to where you stood.

“Emma, I didn’t know that you were following me to where I was going.” You said.

Emma shrugs her shoulders, “I was curious as to where you would disappear off to after our little hang out! Now I know where you run off to.” She chuckles to herself while shaking her head. The sound of her chuckle almost sounded bitter and condescending. “Oh, [Y/N], you little slut.” She laughs softly.

You looked at her in confusion, slowly glancing over at your boyfriends. “Uh….” You let out an awkward laugh, unsure of how to react to her comment.

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” Emma snorts, elbowing you in the gut with a lighthearted laugh. “I mean, if you want to date more than one man, then it’s all up to you! Not everyone is adventurous like yourself!” She says, looking over at you with a closed-eye smile.

Thoma crossed his arms over his stomach, “Listen, Emma, even though you’re [Y/N]’s friend, that doesn’t give you the green pass to call them names and make unnecessary comments.”

Emma rolls her eyes dramatically with an exasperated sigh, “Oh, come on! It was just a lighthearted joke made by a friend! It’s not like I’m some stranger with bad intentions!”

Heizou leans over to Aether before whispering into his ears, “I have doubts about that.”

“Right, [Y/N]?” Emma turns to you.

You blinked at Emma blankly, “Right about what?” You ask.

Emma rolls her eyes before turning to look at your boyfriends with a sweet smile, “[Y/N] and I have been friends for less than a month! We still need to get to know each other more, that’s all! I’m sure once [Y/N] and I are used to each other’s personalities and humor, we’ll be even closer with one another!” She loops her arm around yours.

“I mean, Emma’s not wrong. When you make new friends, you have to adjust to new things about that person, and they’ll have to get used to new things about you.” You said, scratching your neck. “I think.” You muttered under your breath.

“See! [Y/N] gets it! Plus, none of you have ever had a female friend before. We always joke with each other like this when we’re with our friends!” Emma chirps, bouncing on her feet happily. Seeing the way how Emma interacted with your boyfriends and how they interacted with Emma made you feel strange. It wasn’t like you were jealous; something just felt weird to you. You can kind of sense that some of your boyfriends did not like Emma while others were reluctant about Emma but have decided not to make a comment about it. Even though the first impression between Emma and your boyfriends started off rocky, you really hoped that they’d get along with each other, especially when you’ll be hanging around with Emma more often.

That night, you cling to one of your boyfriends (Baizhu) while begging the others to try to get along with Emma and to give her a chance. How are you going to be able to hang out with your new friend if your boyfriend didn’t like her and if she didn’t like the fact that you were dating more than one man?

“Please try to get along with Emma! She’s my first non-vision-wielding friend in Teyvat!” You said, clinging tightly onto Baizhu.

“Why should we get along with someone like Emma? She called you a slut just for dating more than one person.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, helping Thoma put the washed and dried dishes away. You opened your mouth to retort, but you ended up closing your mouth while continuing to hold onto Baizhu. Scaramouche wasn’t wrong about that. Why did Emma call you a slut so quickly without a second thought? Even though having multiple boyfriends isn’t as common, it still shouldn’t be one of the reasons for her to get physical with you. She did elbow you in the gut “lightheartedly,” but it was like she did it on purpose without a reasonable explanation.

Gorou lets out a nervous laugh, “I don’t know [Y/N]. I have a bad feeling about Emma.” He scratches his ears anxiously.

“Yeah, she seems to be the envious type of person. You wouldn’t want to have haters in your life pretending to be your friend.” Itto says, throwing his arms around your shoulders after getting you to unlatch yourself from Baizhu.

“But….” You trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

“How about this, we’ll be nice to Emma, but we don’t want you to be around her too much. She doesn’t seem to be the best influence.” Kazhua says, stroking your hair with a small smile on his face.

“But how would you guys know that she doesn’t seem to be the best influence when you guys met her only once?” You ask, looking at Kazuha quizzically.

Albedo sighs, “Trust us. You wouldn’t want to be around someone like her. Even though we don’t know much about her, the things she has said to you and how she treated you so far says a lot already.”

“Oh? The little one made a new friend?” Pierro asks, strolling into the kitchen with the other harbingers following after him. “And it seems like you all don’t like [Y/N]’s little friend, mora for your thoughts?” Pierro crossed his arms over his chest while standing in front of you and the seventeen men.

Dottore chuckles to himself while shaking his head, “Oh, Pierro. Isn’t it obvious already? These childish men are just worried that [Y/N]’s little friend will snatch [Y/N] away from them.”

Pantalone lets out an amused huff of breath, “How childish of you seventeen to forbade [Y/N] from having a new friend just because it means that [Y/N] will be spending time away from the abode.” Pantalone adjusts the glasses on the bridge of his nose with a small smile. Pantalone turns to you, “Kitten, you can continue being friends with this Emma girl. After all, you are an adult and can make your own decisions. Don’t let these selfish men forbid you from making new friends.” He coos while stroking your hair with a smile on his face.

Capitano nods his head, “Yes, hang out with whoever you want to.”

You sighed, “I’m only asking for them to try to be nice to Emma. I know the way she acted was off, and so were the things that she said, but I just want my new friend and boyfriends to get along with each other.” You said softly.

The men ended up giving in because of how sad you looked and because they couldn’t resist saying no to you, especially when it came to making a new friend and wanting them to get along with that new friend of yours. As much as they don’t like Emma, they continued to let you go out and meet up with Emma, with a few exceptions. The more you hung out with Emma while the men watched from afar, the more you and Emma became close. The both of you were attached at the hip, pretty much.

“Hey, Xiao and Dainsleif are pretty cute,” Emma says to you one day, finishing up her ice cream before tossing the little cup into the trash bin.

“Yeah! They are! They’re also very sweet despite their tough exterior. I would say the same about almost half of the other guys too.” You said, wiping your lips with the paper napkin before tossing them into the trash can. You started to notice that Emma was a bit too…. Flirty when your boyfriends are around you two while hanging out. Emma would bat her eyelashes at them, be giggly while twirling her brown hair around her index finger, and would stand a little bit too close to your boyfriends.

“Xiao, Xiao, Xiao!” Emma says, running up to the Yaksha with a shy smile on her face. Xiao looks over at Emma with a blank look on his face before looking away from the brunette. Emma pouts when she sees Xiao’s uninterested expression. “Have you noticed how short I am compared to you?” She asks cutely, tilting her head to the side while swaying in her spot.

“I didn’t even notice because, quite frankly, I don’t care,” Xiao says bluntly.

Emma leans on him, her head resting on his shoulders, “Oh, Xiao! Don’t be mean to a cute, short girl like me! I’m only 4’10,” and you’re so much taller than me!” She says, grabbing onto Xiao’s biceps with both of her hands while pressing herself up against him. With a disgusted scoff, Xiao disappears into a puff of smoke, causing the girl to gasp and stumble onto Dainsleif’s lap.

“Oh! Dainsleif! Thank you for catching a cute, short girl like myself! I could’ve gotten badly injured if you hadn’t caught me in your arms!” She snakes her arms around his shoulders with a coquettish smile on her face. “How shall I repay you for catching someone as cute and small as myself?” She asks, batting her eyelashes at the blond man in front of her.

Dainsleif sighs, pushing the brunette off of his lap before getting up from his seat, “There’s no need for repaying. Although I would much appreciate it if you didn’t stay on my lap for a long time, I have a lover, after all.”

Emma pouts dramatically before storming off. You looked towards the direction of where Emma had stormed off before looking back at your boyfriends, who were looking at you with an unamused look on their faces. They did not look too pleased, especially Xiao and Dainsleif, the two of them had their arms over their chests.

“You’re okay with someone else touching your boyfriends while flirting with your boyfriends so shamelessly?” Diluc asks, tilting his head to the side with his eyebrows raised.

“I’m not! It’s just that… I don’t want to make her upset.” You said, fumbling with your hands while looking at the ground.

Childe scoffs loudly before walking over to where you stood. He towers over you and grabs you by your shoulders before shaking you while saying, “Why are you worried about her getting upset? You’re the one that should be getting upset because a stranger is flirting and touching your boyfriends while fully aware that they’re dating you!”

“I know you try not to let your jealousy show, but how would you feel if we flirted with Emma and treated her like a significant other?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

You frowned and looked away from Kaeya and the others. Obviously, you wouldn’t like it if your boyfriends flirted with Emma or treated her like she’s their girlfriend while dating you. Why are you letting Emma do all of these things to your boyfriends? It was evident that she makes them feel uncomfortable, so why are you allowing someone to make your boyfriends feel uncomfortable?

“Okay, okay, I’ll talk to her about it when I see her again.” You sighed. “Well, if I see her again.” You added.

You couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of guilt weighing on your shoulders. Emma made them feel uncomfortable, and yet you didn’t step in to say anything. As much as you wanted to do that, something was telling you not to do it because you feared the repercussions. But why should you be afraid of someone like Emma? She’s still a stranger to you and your boyfriends; it shouldn’t be that hard to cut someone, like Emma, out of your life. A few days later, when you told Emma about the situation and how you didn’t like how she got so close with your boyfriends and flirted with them, Emma got frustrated and lashed out at you.

“I wasn’t flirting with them! I was being nice to them!” Emma exclaims, throwing her hands in the air out of frustration. “Why do you care anyway?! You don’t like it when your boyfriends talk to someone that isn’t you or within your dating circle!?” Emma demands, glaring down at you.

“No, Emma, I don’t like it at all! Of course, I’m going to care! You’re shamelessly getting touchy and flirty with my boyfriends in front of my eyes! They’re my boyfriends, and if I see you, or anyone that isn’t me, flirting with them or touching them in any way, I will not hesitate to snap both of your arms.” You said, gritting your teeth.

“That’s not going to stop me at all.” Emma hissed, smirking down at you before walking off.

You clenched your jaws before storming back to the abode. You stood in front of the mansion entrance and let out a slow exhale. Maybe it’s safe to say that your friendship with Emma had ended and that you wouldn’t have to deal with someone like Emma ever again. You walked into the abode and greeted your boyfriends with a weak smile. Thoma held his arms out wide open, and you headed straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist. Thoma hugs you tightly and rubs your back while pressing a kiss on your head.

“I don’t know what happened between you and Emma, but I can sense that you needed a hug.” Thoma whispers, resting his cheek on your head.

“Well, your senses are correct, Thoma.” You hummed, burying your face into Thoma’s chest.

The strange thing was that Emma ended up apologizing to you about it not long after while you were in Mondstadt buying groceries. While you sort of appreciated that she had apologized, you knew that she wasn’t actually apologetic about her actions. And you were correct because she ended up doing the exact same thing to your other boyfriends.

She intentionally spilled her scorching hot tea on her chest, Zhongli got up to hand her a napkin, but she grabbed Zhongli’s hand and forced him to touch her breasts. Zhongli immediately yanked his hands from her grasp before shooting a sharp glare in her direction before leaving without saying a word. Ayato shakes his head in disapproval before getting up to follow after Zhongli.

Emma pulled on Itto’s horns and Gorou’s tail to see if they were real while making inappropriate comments about them, causing Itto and Gorou to almost lash out at the brunette. Itto is typically a calm guy, but seeing how Emma has upset many of the other men, he was about to throw Ushi at Emma. Not only did Emma flirt and touch your boyfriends, but she also broke some of their things. She broke Venti’s lyre, and it greatly upset the anemo archon, causing him to storm out of the abode while Zhongli, Dainsleif, Xiao, and Diluc had to follow after him to make sure he was okay.

Emma got into Albedo’s lab and destroyed many of Albedo’s experiments and glass vials that contained his latest experiment. Emma’s excuse was that she was “just a cute girl who was curious about the questionable substances in the lab.” You have never seen Albedo glare at anyone with such hatred before, and it scared you. As usual, Emma did not care at all and continued her merry way to harass your other boyfriends. The only people that Emma had yet to mess with were the four Harbingers, who resided in their own mansion within the abode. The four men did not want to meet Emma, but they did feel delighted when they heard the chaos she was causing among the other men.

Scaramouche ended up pulling you to the side after Emma had left before asking, “Did you not talk to her about what we had talked about the other day?” Scaramouche frowns at you.

“I did! She lashed out at me when I talked to her about it, but then “apologized” to me about lashing out along many other things!” You said, letting out a huff of breath.

“You annoying friend lashed out at you?” Ayato asks, walking towards where you and Scaramouche stood with the others following after him.

Baizhu sighs, “That’s not a good sign at all.” He shakes his head, looking at you worriedly.

“We know that you were excited about having a new friend, but you do realize that the things that she’s doing could potentially end the relationship entirely,” Heizou says.

“I believe that it’s best you don’t hang out with Emma anymore. She has caused nothing but harm towards our relationship with you.” Zhongli says.

“But she’s….” You swallowed the lump in your throat before slowly nodding your head. Zhongli was right; it’s best that you stopped hanging out with Emma. You gave her a chance, but she decided to fuck it all up. Then again, she did tell you that she didn’t care and that your threat wasn’t going to stop her at all. “You’re right, I will stop contacting her, and I won’t hang out with her anymore.” You nod your head.

Albedo strokes your hair with a sad smile, “We know you were excited about having a new friend, but Emma isn’t the kind of friend that you need in your life.”

“Well, I was excited about having a new friend. But she’s done nothing but cause everyone pain and discomfort.” You said, your shoulders slumping before rubbing your face tiredly. This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t let Emma into your life so quickly.

“I don’t think anyone deserves a friend like Emma. She will do nothing but try to destroy your relationships with those around you.” Kazuha commented, his eyebrows narrowing while massaging his aching temples.

“I didn’t like how she pulled on my ears and on Itto’s horns. Emma has issues with keeping her hands to herself.” Gorou says, covering his ears with a frown on his face.

“Itto, Gorou, I’m so so so so sorry that I couldn’t get her to stop. I told her that if she did anything like that ever again, I would’ve snapped her arms, but she didn’t care at all.” You said.

Itto gives you a soft smile before pulling you into his arms while ruffling your hair, “It’s not like you can control other people’s actions. You’ve tried your best to tell Emma not to do certain things, but she disregarded your warnings.” Itto says, kissing the top of your head.

You turn over to where Venti stood before walking over to him, “Venti?” You said softly.

The bard looks up and gives you a small smile, “Yes, Windblume?” You gave Venti a sad smile and slowly reached out to grab his hands. Venti laced his fingers with yours before lifting your hand up and pressing a kiss on your knuckles.

“I’m sorry that Emma broke your lyre. I wish I could’ve stopped her before she could do it.” You let your hands fall from Venti’s grasp.

“It’s fine! It’s not like I’ve never fixed a broken lyre before!” Venti says, pulling you into his arms.

You pulled away from Venti’s hug before looking at him quizzically, “But wasn’t it an illusion to fool Barbara?”

“Oh shit, how’d you know about that?” Venti’s eyes widened. You looked at Venti in shock before bursting out into laughter. You covered your mouth and buried your face into Venti’s shoulders, your body shaking with laughter.

“Did he just….” Aether trails off, looking over at Albedo and Heizou with wide eyes. Albedo and Heizou stifled their laughter and nodded their heads.

Dottore nudges the other Harbingers around him before saying, “Who knew the anemo archon has such a potty mouth on him.” Dottore snorted, shaking his head.

You ended up cutting Emma out of your life after many incidents, and needless to say, she was not happy about it at all. Whenever you’re somewhere in Mondstadt, by yourself, Emma will appear out of nowhere. Instead of greeting you like an average person (when is she ever normal?), Emma would threaten you for cutting her out of your life. Even though you’ve tried to do many things not to run into her while visiting Mondstadt, she somehow knows where you will be.

“Why did you stop hanging out with me, huh? Are you scared that I would steal your little boy toys?” Emma seethes, digging her nails into your biceps while dragging you out of the city of Mondstadt.

“I….” You yank your arms out of her grasp, wincing when you feel her nails slice your skin. “.... Am cutting you out of my life because you’re not a good friend at all! You did nothing but inflict pain on my boyfriends and me! Especially my boyfriends!” You glared at the brunette in front of you before rubbing your arms.

Emma chortles, “Inflicting pain on your boyfriends? Honey, I’m just showing them what they’re missing and what they could have if they were to drop you for me.” She flicks her hair off her shoulders with a smirk on her face.

“I would call you a homewrecker, but you barely wrecked anything.” You chuckled bitterly. “You’re nothing but a try-hard and a pick-me girl.” You shook your head before walking away from where Emma stood. Emma fumes at your comment before running after you. Emma reaches out to grab onto your hair and yanks you backward, causing you to tumble back and fall to the ground.

“You’re going to regret saying these things to me, you fucking whore.” Emma scowls, pulling your head back by your hair before punching you in the face.

This went on for the next few weeks: Emma harassing you, Emma taking her anger out on you because you told her to stay the fuck away from your boyfriends and because you have tried to cut her out of your life. Emma was pretty much your “stalker” now, except she would follow you everywhere you go in Mondstadt, but she wouldn’t dare to step foot in Liyue or Inazuma because of “reasons” she did not want to say. Yes, you could’ve hung out in other regions other than Mondstadt to escape Emma’s wrath, but with Emma constantly threatening you, you couldn’t do it. And you didn’t know how to say no unless many people convinced you to do so. You were terrified of saying no because of the things she had done.

The more you were forced to hang out with Emma, the more you came back to the abode with bruises and cuts on your body. You hid them from your boyfriends by wearing layers of clothing and a light amount of makeup. Heck, you don’t have many skills in makeup, but with the number of cuts and bruises Emma was putting on your face, you had to learn how to cover them up somehow other than wearing a mask.

“I’m done hanging out with you, Emma. I’m done. I just want to go home and rest from all the shit you’ve done to me.” You said, limping away from Emma.

“Awww! But I thought you were going to snap my arms as you said!” Emma mocks, walking up from behind you before kicking you in the back. You stumbled and landed on your left arm, a sharp pain shooting up from your wrist to your elbows.

“I don’t have time for your bullshit, Emma. Unlike you, I have people waiting for me to return home.” You spat, getting up from the ground before dusting your clothes off. You turn to Emma and spat in her face before walking away. Emma growls and wipes your spit from her face while watching you walk away from where she stood.

What you were hoping to expect when you got home from your little “hang out” with Emma was a bunch of hugs and comfort, but what you got was the complete opposite of that. The minute you opened the door of the mansion and stepped inside, a large bucket of water came crashing down on you, soaking you from head to toe in freezing water, and the bucket also hit your head really hard. You almost blacked out from how hard the bucket had dropped on your head.

“Dear, archons!” Thoma gasps loudly when he sees the large metal bucket dropped on your head with full force, almost knocking you unconscious.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” Baizhu rushes up to you and steadies you while you sway in your spot, black dots spotting your vision. You held onto Baizhu tightly and buried your face into his chest, trying to block out the immense pain you were feeling at the moment.

“Man, it seems like Bennett’s luck is rubbing off on me, and I haven’t even met the kid yet.” You think to yourself, biting back your whimpers.

“Alright, who set this bucket up?” Diluc demanded, looking around the estate at each person with a heated glare.

Itto laughs nervously, “I did, but it wasn’t for [Y/N]! It was for Childe!” Itto exclaims.

Childe lets out a humorless laugh, “Wow, Itto! Not only are you bad at pranking me, but you’re also bad at ensuring that the bucket doesn’t injure the person you’re pranking!” Childe says, walking into the living area while shaking his head in disapproval.

“The bucket hit their head pretty hard; we need to make sure they didn’t get any concussion,” Albedo says, rushing up to where you and Baizhu stood.

Heizou pats your cheeks lightly, “Sweetheart, can you look up for us, please?” You groaned softly, head falling forward against Baizhu’s chest.

“I know the bucket hit their head hard, but how hard, though? The bang was so loud that I was afraid that it would’ve knocked [Y/N] unconscious.” Aether commented.

Baizhu lifts you up and carries you over to the couch, and lays you down before lightly patting your cheeks to keep you awake. You cracked your eyes open and winced when the light in the living room flashed in your eyes.

“The bucket must have hit [Y/N]’s head pretty hard with how they’re reacting,” Ayato murmurs, brushing your wet hair away from your face.

Ayato’s hands froze before he slowly looked up at the others in the room; his face was almost as white as his suit. Gorou furrows his eyebrows before reaching up to your face and wiping at the foundation that was slowly dripping off your face. The more Gorou wipes the foundation away from your face, the more cuts and bruises are revealed. Scaramouche furrows his eyebrows before gently grabbing your arms and pulling the sleeve of your shirt up, revealing claw marks, more cuts, and more bruises decorating your arms. Some bruises looked new, while the others still looked new but were fading away compared to the others. Scaramouche’s actions resulted in Xiao coming up and pulling up other parts of your clothes to reveal more and more injuries that you had sustained.

“[Y/N].... who did this to you!?” Gorou whispers, a lump forming in his throat as tears begin to blur his vision. Gorou had never seen you in this state before; in fact, none of the men had seen you covered in cuts and bruises before. This was the first time they’ve seen you this injured. Everyone couldn’t help but feel very angry and deeply upset. They were mad at whoever inflicted harm on you and deeply upset that you had gone to the extent of hiding your cuts and bruises from them.

“Emma.” Scaramouche and Xiao growl, both their eyes glowing with anger.

Kaeya kneels beside the couch and strokes your hair gently, “Keep your eyes open, sweet thing. We wouldn’t want you to lose your consciousness now, do we?” He tries to joke, his smile faltering as he takes in the sight of you in front of him.

“Everything hurts.” You whisper, cracking your eyes open.

Kazuha grabs onto your hand and gently squeezes them, “Tell us who did it. Tell us who boldly put their hands on you, and we will deal with them for you.” Kazuha says, mentally praying to whichever archon was listening to his prayers that it wasn’t who he was suspecting.

You winced when you turned your head towards Kazuha’s direction before croaking out, “But if I tell you all who did it, all of you will hurt them.”

Dainsleif lets out an infuriated sigh before running his hands through his blond hair, “Why are you trying to protect this person, [Y/N]? This person injured you and could have killed you if they wanted to!” Dainsleif clenches his jaws.

You forced yourself up on the couch with a pained grunt, “I don’t want to say who it is because I want to beat their ass first.” You said, pouting at Dainsleif tiredly. Kaeya snorts while wiping the water away from your face with a cloth napkin while Baizhu and Albedo check up on your head and other bodily injuries that were inflicted upon you.

Zhongli sits down in front of you with a weak sigh, “Dearest, why did you continue to hang out with Emma even though you had told us that you weren’t going to see her again?”

You pursed your lips before responding, “I didn’t want to continue to hang out with her. She wouldn’t let me cut her off, and she threatened me.” You said, flinching away from the light that Albedo was shining into your eyes to check on your pupils.

“Thankfully, [Y/N] doesn’t have a concussion. That’s good.” Albedo hums softly, lightly massaging your head with his fingers. You closed your eyes and leaned into Albedo’s touch, wanting to do nothing else but sleep and let your body rest.

Baizhu gets up from his spot before dusting his clothes off, “Even if [Y/N] doesn’t have any concussion, they will still need to take medication for their headache and body aches.” He turns around and walks to the kitchen to search for pain medication for you to take in the meantime.

Capitano stood in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest, “You know that we know that your injuries are all Emma’s doing, correct?” Capitano asks. You could tell that Capitano raised his eyebrows at you underneath his helmet as he tapped on his biceps with his fingers.

You looked away from Capitano while grumbling, “I’m sure it’s obvious that it was only Emma that did this to me.”

Pantalone sighs loudly, “I was delighted that my precious kitten made a new friend, but that friend was no good.” He laments, walking over to where you sat before lifting you off the couch. Pantalone sits on the couch before placing you on his lap, cradling you in his arms while pressing a kiss on the side of your head. You winced and rested your head on his shoulders, feeling yourself becoming drowsy.

“Oh, please. If it weren’t for you, [Y/N] wouldn’t have gotten injured by their new friend.” Diluc rolls his eyes with disgust, tempted to yank you from Pantalone’s arms. If it weren’t for those four Harbingers encouraging you to become friends with someone like Emma, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt, nor would they have to deal with Emma’s atrocious behavior.

Itto nods his head rapidly before pointing an accusing finger at the four Harbingers in front of him, “Yeah! If you four hadn’t encouraged [Y/N] to be friends with that demon, [Y/N] wouldn’t have gotten injured!”

Pierro shoots a heated glare in Itto’s direction, saying, “And if it weren’t for that childish prank you were trying to pull on Tartaglia, the metal bucket wouldn’t have hit [Y/N]’s head.” Itto glowers and glares back at the first Harbinger in front of him, his hands clenching into tight fists.

“How about Zhongli and I take you to your room!” Venti suggested as he walked over to where you and Pantalone sat before tugging you out from Pantalone’s lap with the help of Zhongli.

You leaned against Venti, both your arms wrapped around their waists as the two of them propped you up before guiding you up to your bedroom, away from the tension that was gradually getting worse.

“Doctor Baizhu will be bringing the medication up to your bedroom in a moment. You need to rest and let your injuries heal.” Zhongli murmurs into your ears.

“I still need to change out of my wet clothes and maybe take a shower or something.” You said, letting yourself flop on your bed.

Childe pops his head into your bedroom with a smile on his face, “I can help you change your clothes if you need some assistance, snookums.”

Zhongli lets out a disgruntled grunt, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Childe, now is not the time to make such comments.”

Childe lets out a scoff of disbelief, “What? I was only offering my assistance to help [Y/N] change into clean and dried clothes! There’s no innuendos or anything!” He grumbles, glaring over at the former archon.

You rolled over on your bed, and a strained groan gets caught in your throat before you interject, “Please don’t argue right now. I’m starting to get a headache.” You said, your face pinching up from the pounding headache you are currently experiencing.

“Come on, let’s get you changed into new clothes,” Thoma says, nudging you lightly. You cracked your eyes open, only to see the other men piling into your bedroom.

You grumbled, “Wow, you all showed up in my bedroom to watch me change? Perverts.” You snorted to yourself, earning chuckles from your boyfriends while Aether and Heizou helped you sit up on your bed as Ayato walked over to you with your change of clothes in his hands.

Aether speaks up, “So! When are you going to beat Emma’s ass?” Looking away as Thoma and Ayato helped you change out of your drenched clothes.

“Seriously, when are you going to do that? The longer you put it off, the more it’ll make us want to do it for you instead.” Heizou says, tilting his head to the side while looking elsewhere, trying to keep himself distracted.

You let out a long sigh before responding, “Soon, I hope.” You take your shirt off and toss it over to your laundry basket. You hear choked gasps coming from your boyfriends and a small chorus of “oh dear archons!” from a few of them. You blinked at them before looking down at your body and examining every inch of your skin. Cuts and bruises littered your torso and back, along with your bare legs. It was like Emma had used you as a punching bag to let all of her anger out on you. Well, she technically did unleash her anger out on you by physically assaulting you.

“Be honest with us; how long have you been hiding these injuries from everyone?” Ayato asks while he gently grabs you by your shoulders before rotating you around to examine every inch of your exposed skin.

Gorou shakes his head, “Looking at these cuts and bruises, it looks like [Y/N] has been enduring Emma’s abuse for quite a while.” Gorou reaches forward, letting his fingers trace the bruised skin of your back.

Scaramouche claps his hands, “I have come to the conclusion that you will not be beating Emma’s ass. I will be doing it myself.” Scaramouche stated.

You shook your head, “I would rather be the one to get into trouble than all of you.” You said while slipping on a new shirt and shorts and fixing your hair after. “Plus, she touched my boyfriends and flirted with my boyfriends. Therefore, I should be the one beating her ass, not you guys.” You added. Baizhu walks over to your bed with a glass cup of water and painkillers in his hands; you grabbed the painkillers from Baizhu’s hands and popped them into your mouth before taking the cup of water from his grasp and downing the water.

“Oh? You don’t like it when people touch or flirt with us?” Kazuha teases you, sitting down beside you with a smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “I told Emma that if she were to pull that stunt again, I would snap both of her arms. It’s a promise and a threat.” You said, placing the glass cup of water on your nightstand.

Kaeya chuckled and knelt on your bed before grabbing you by your chin to tilt your head up, gazing into your eyes, “My, my, that is the most attractive thing you’ve ever said.” Xiao grumbles and slowly removes Kaeya’s hands from your face, making sure that he didn’t do it roughly, fearing that he might hurt you.

“I didn’t like how close she got to me and how she kept mentioning how short she is compared to me. I think she was mocking me.” Xiao grumbles. You cracked a smile and gestured for him to come forward; Xiao walked over to you and stood beside your bed. You slowly reached up and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his torso.

“You’re too cute, Xiao.” Your voice muffled against his stomach. “I didn’t like how Emma got close and touchy with any of you,” You release Xiao, laying down on your bed.

“She wasn’t just touchy and flirty,” Dainsleif added.

“I promise, I will snap both of her arms for all of you and for the things that she has done to me.” You said, hugging a Seelie plush that was gifted to you from Venti. “What she did was unacceptable, and yet I tried not to get off on the wrong foot with her.” You smacked yourself in the forehead.

“Don’t hurt yourself!” Gorou panics, rushing over to you before checking on your forehead, lightly massaging it.

“I asked you all to give her a chance, I tried being nice to her and have you all get along, and this was the outcome.” You said, hugging the plush tightly against your chest. “I deserved all of those beatings from Emma because it’s my karma for letting an awful person into my life and stay for some time.” A rueful smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Now that you think of it, the things that Emma has done to you were justified. After all, you did let her stay in your life despite her mistreating your boyfriends, flirting with them, and making them uncomfortable. You deserved every cut and bruise that she has left on your body.

Xiao growls, “It’s not your fault! Stop blaming yourself!” You ignored Xiao’s response.

Kazuha frowns, “Don’t blame yourself, dove. You were trying to see the best in others; it’s not your fault that you were trying to give her a chance to redeem herself.”

Kaeya lays on your bed and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest while resting his chin on your head. “Besides, I think it’d be a nice sight to see you beat someone to a pulp.” A teasing smile appears on his face before he presses a kiss on your cheeks.

“Oh, I will definitely beat Emma to a bloody pulp.” You deadpanned, snuggling up against Kaeya with a pout on your face. “I hate her for touching my boyfriends, shamelessly flirting with my boyfriends, breaking their things, forcing them to do things they didn’t intend on doing, and many more.” You grumbled.

The men can see the steam coming from your ears while you ranted under your breath about the things Emma had done to you and them. The more you grumbled about Emma; the more steam continued to come out of your ears from anger. You let out an angry sigh and shoved your face into Kaeya’s chest, catching him off guard. Kaeya laughs and kisses the top of your head while lightly scratching your head, his fingers lacing into your hair while doing so.

Pierro hums, “I believe that it’s best we let [Y/N] rest. After all, they have been through so much and will need some time to recuperate.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Pantalone hums thoughtfully, his head tilts to the side, “What if I want my adorable kitten to snuggle up against me while they’re sleeping?” A tiny pout forms on his lips as he watches you press yourself up against Kaeya while on the verge of falling asleep.

Diluc huffs, “Well, too bad because they’re currently snuggling with someone else right now. It’s best to leave them alone and let them rest.”

The corners of Pantalone’s lips quirked up, he licked his lips and shook his head while debating on retorting or not, but he chose not to say anything. Maybe one day he’ll snatch you up for himself and be selfish for once, but for now, today won’t be that day. After not hearing a single response from Pantalone, a slight smirk appeared on Diluc’s face.

For the next few days, the men did not let you leave your bedroom because they wanted you to rest, and they wanted your wounds to heal. And, of course, since you’re not from Teyvat or their universe, it took a bit for you to properly heal with the amount of medication you were given for the wounds and with the help of the healers throughout Teyvat. You were pampered by your boyfriends, even though you told them there was no need for them to spoil you. Your comment went in one ear and out the other for them, and your boyfriends gladly spoiled you with attention and affection. As much as you loved the attention from your boyfriends, you wanted them to give you some space and privacy— mainly because you wanted to track Emma down and return the favor from all the things she has done to you and your boyfriends.

Everything suddenly became a blur to you, and you had felt nothing but fury for the last few weeks now (maybe even a month. It’s a bit hard for you to narrow down the date in Teyvat when you hardly kept track of it) all because of Emma and the things that she has done. You didn’t remember leaving the abode; you didn’t remember arriving at Mondstadt, and you certainly did not remember grabbing Emma by her ponytail and pulling her to a secluded area of Mondstadt.

“Oh, it looks like you’re healing nicely!” Emma commented, her eyes scanning your body from head to toe. “Did you come back for more?” She smirks at you, her head tilting to the side while she waits for you to answer her.

“No, not really. But I did come back to return the favor.” You said, giving her a fake smile while your hands were clenched into tight fists. “Although I am trying to be a reasonable person. So I will not inflict any harm on you if you apologize for your past actions and promise never to do it again.” You said, crossing your arms over your stomach.

Emma lets out an audible snort, “Me? Apologize? For what exactly?” Emma inquires, cocking an eyebrow at you with a look of amusement on her face. “Listen, I believe that I did nothing wrong at all, and if you have a problem with that, you can go cry and bitch elsewhere.” Emma lets out a sassy huff, her arms over her chest, before turning around with her back facing your direction. You smirked and tapped her shoulders; Emma hummed, her eyebrows raised before she slowly looked in your direction.

She rolls her eyes before letting out a disgusted scoff, “What do you want, you annoying little—” You cut Emma off by punching her in the mouth, causing her to gasp and stumble back. She had her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were red with anger. She smacks her lips together before scowling at you, her gums and lips bleeding. “You little bitch!” Emma lunges at you and tackles you to the ground, the two of you rolling down a steep hill.

The men were all having lunch in the dining room when Venti barges into the dining room, panting and trying to catch his breath. Everyone looked at Venti quizzically, waiting for Venti to catch his breath before questioning why he suddenly burst into the dining room like that.

“Barbatos, care to explain what’s got you in a hurry?” Zhongli asks, sipping on his afternoon tea with Ayato and Dainsleif by his side.

“It’s [Y/N].” Venti chokes out. Before Venti could add to what he had said, everyone got up from their seats and rushed to the entrance of the abode without a second thought.

Venti lets out a defeated sigh, “Great, more running.”

It was a bit complicated to track you down at first, but the sounds of screaming and profanities being thrown around guided the men to where they are now. They all come to a halt when they see you on top of Emma, with a handful of her brown hair in your left hand while you were punching Emma in the face, on the head, and in the throat repeatedly. Emma was thrashing beneath you, trying to get you off of her, but you had her pinned to the dirt ground.

“Why are you crying now, huh!?” You screamed, your knuckles shining each time you raised your fist in the air. You were wearing platinum rings on your fingers. Emma screeches and tosses you off; you land beside her before immediately getting up from the ground.

Emma’s eyes land on the men behind you before pointing at you, “Look what your stupid lover did to me! I did nothing to them, and they decided to attack a cute, short, innocent girl like me!” She screeches, crocodile tears rolling down her bruised and bloodied cheeks.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t see anything,” Aether says, looking away from Emma with his nose pointing in the air.

Heizou looks at the other men, “Was that the sound of a dying boar in the distance?”

You let out a burst of loud laughter; your head was thrown back, your body shaking with laughter. You look at Emma with a smile on your face. You slowly walked towards Emma, cracking your knuckles and your neck.

“Oh, Emma, Emma. I’m not done with you just yet.” You cooed, caressing her face in your hands, a big smile slowly forming on your face. Emma looks at you in disgust and slaps your hands away from her face. “If you think you can get away from me so easily, then it looks like I’ll have to snap both of your legs to prevent you from running.” You whisper.

Emma growls and punches you in the nose; blood immediately starts spraying down your nose. You glared at her and threw a punch right back at her. You tackled Emma to the ground and continued where you had left off.

“Should we stop [Y/N]?” Dainsleif asks.

“I’ll be getting the first aid ready for [Y/N]’s injuries,” Baizhu says, running back to the abode.

Thoma chuckles, “From what I’m seeing so far, it’s Emma that’ll be needing the first aid, not [Y/N].”

Albedo blinks at Thoma, “That’s someone else’s problem. We’ll only administer first aid on [Y/N].” Albedo states, crossing his arms.

Kazuha opens his mouth to say something, but the loud snapping sound cuts him off. The men went silent when Emma let out a blood-curdling scream that was almost deafening.

“My legs! My legs!” Emma screams. “You broke my fucking legs!” Emma sobs, trying to reach behind her to swipe at you, but you pinned her arms down and sat on her back with a dark chuckle.

“I did say that if you, or anyone that isn’t me, flirt with my boyfriends and touch my boyfriends, I wouldn’t hesitate to snap your arms.” You said, hitting her in the head. “But since you were trying to run away from the consequences, I had to break those cute, short legs of yours to stop you from running.” You squealed, reaching down to pinch her cheeks with your bloodied hands.

“Holy fuck.” Childe whispers, covering the lower part of his face.

Ayato’s eyes widen, and his eyebrows shot to his hairline at Childe’s reaction. “Are you blushing?!” Ayato hissed at Childe.

Thoma made the mistake of looking down, his eyes almost as wide as saucers before covering his face. There’s no way Childe is like this right now while you’re beating someone to a pulp and snapping their legs like twigs.

“Childe, are you serious right now!?” Thoma hissed at Childe.

“I can’t help it! [Y/N] is so hot!” Childe whispers loudly to the men around him, covering his red face with both of his hands.

Scaramouche made a disgusted face at Childe before pointing his finger at the ginger-haired male, “Why the fuck do you have a boner!? You horny motherfucker!” Scaramouche punches Childe in the gut. Childe grunts and punches Scaramouche back.

“Listen, [Y/N] beating the shit out of something is very attractive, so I don’t blame him!” Itto says. Just when you were about to land another punch on Emma’s face with your ring-clad fingers, Capitano and Dottore walked over to you and grabbed you by your biceps before lifting you off of Emma.

“As much as we would love to see you beat Emma into a bloody pulp, I think that’s enough,” Capitano says gruffly, escorting you to where the other men stood.

Dottore snorts, smirking widely, “As if she wasn’t a bloody pulp already.” Dottore pats you on your head. You grumbled and wiped Emma’s blood off your face with your already bloodied hands, smearing more blood on your cheeks.

Kazuha runs up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “You’re not injured anywhere, are you?” He eyes you worriedly, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. You gave Kazuha a small smile and shook your head.

“Other than a bloody nose and some scratches here and there, I’m fine.” You said.

Dottore points down at your bloodied clothes, “Is that all Emma’s blood?” You smiled widely and nodded your head happily.

“That is correct! It’s all her blood.” You raised your arm and wiped the blood from your nose and scrunched your face when you felt dull throbbing pain from your nose.

Childe jogs up to you and grabs you by your shoulders, “Marry me, marry me right now. We can live off on a farm somewhere in Snezhnaya and have fourteen kids. Just you and me.” He knelt to the ground in front of you, holding onto your hands firmly.

“Uh, get in line, buddy! We all want to marry [Y/N].” Itto interjects, pulling Childe away from you.

Scaramouche whispers loudly, “You also have a little problem to fix.”

Childe glares at Scaramouche, “A little!? I’ll have you know. I’m huge, okay?! [Y/N] can vouch for me.”

Aether and Heizou shook their heads, “We did not need to know that.” Aether says, making a face at Childe.

Zhongli sighs, “Let’s go back to the abode now, shall we? I believe that you should clean up, and doctor Baizhu will dress any of your wounds.” Zhongli says, draping his arms around your shoulders before walking you back to the abode with the others following after you. Childe latches himself against you, his face burying into your neck while pressing up against you.

“Childe, why the fuck do you have a boner!?” You whined, feeling your face becoming hot at the contact.

“You know why.” Childe’s voice was muffled against your neck; he rubbed his face against your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. Zhongli lets out an annoyed sigh, giving Childe an annoyed look.

Ayato concludes, “We need to get him neutered.”

Dottore snorts, “As if that’ll work.” He mutters, following after you and twenty other men back to the abode where Baizhu is waiting for you with the first aid kit, ready to patch up any wounds you have on you.

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sarcastic-kai · 2 years

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powerful secret

request: For the same men; I'd like to request reaction headcanons of Diluc, Kaeya, Childe and Zhongli with an s/o who appears weak and shy, but once on the battlefield or provoked in a fight shows to be quite powerful, power that may even rival an archon's 👀

A/N: Hey lovely! Sorry it took so long to get out! Here it is my love. Hope it’s up to your standards <3

warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of sex (lemme know if I missed any)

characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli

note: I am not responsible for what you consume, clicking “keep reading” is solid evidence of that. Wether or not you’re a minor, I am not responsible for you.

Diluc

He would be quite shocked to say the least.

Though he would definitely try to maintain his cool composure, he wouldn’t be able to get it off his mind.

Seeing you, surrounded by fatui, effortlessly slaughtering one after another had been quite the unsuspected surprise.

He just stood there, awed as his shy, quiet s/o suddenly turned into a battle field monster.

He wouldn’t talk about it for a while, debating with himself if asking the question would create some sort of rift between you two.

Why hadn’t you told him? He thought he knew you, but Hiding something like that seemed almost like a lie. He’d never seen you as fierce, so where did this sudden overwhelming power come from? Would it be okay to ask?

He’d decide it’d be better to ask than leave it unsaid.

He’d find a quiet, mundane time to ask you, like when you two lay in the bed together in the morning, trying to convince yourselves that you don’t have to get up just yet.

However you explain it to him, he will be kind, compassionate, nonjudgmental, and understanding.

After all, you are still his precious little s/o, even if you are a beast in battle

Kaeya

would be amused.

Well shocked and a bit… jealous??? But ofc he’d mask it with amusement.

Would lowkey be irritated that you’re better than him. He is THE Kaeya alberich, after all. He can’t just be shown up by his shy, meek little s/o.

Would make a joke out of it or something, opting to use that as the “safer” method of asking you directly. After all, what if he stirred up some bad feelings?

It probably wouldn’t be out of the blue, he’d probably try to work you up to the subject.

“Well, darling, I couldn’t help but notice how… refined your skills are. Quite impressive, really. Maybe even had me a little bit jealous~” *insert Kaeya chuckle here*

After your answer, he would respond as kindly and empathetic as possible, while still maintaining his normal kaeya persona.

Would probably think about how strong your kids will be

May even be relieved that you can hold your own, then he has to worry about you just a little bit less <3

In the end, he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, he’d probably just take it as an opportunity to spar, place some bets, and even stir up a little fun ;)

Childe

this man would be… well, impressed, to say the least.

“And here I was, thinking that I had to protect my cute little s/o~”

Oh but he would be SO riled up by it.

As we all know, this man gets off on violence, so seeing his s/o gracefully massacring an entire horde of enemies in a matter of seconds has him weak in the knees

Honestly, the little fuck would probably want you to dominate him, now that he knows you’re not so shy when you really don’t have to be

Y’all could be the new power couple <3

He probably wouldn’t ask any questions, unless you gave off any Indication of negative feelings regarding your actions.

He would ask you about it almost indirectly, giving you a charming smile when you answer a question he never “technically” asked.

Would reassure you that he doesn’t love you any less

If now, he loves you even more. Seeing someone he loves have that much power is just… such a turn on for this little perv

He would also secretly be reassured, glad to know that if you were to somehow get caught in the crossfire of his work as a harbringer, he wouldn’t have to worry about you being taken away from him so easily.

He would probably see this as an opportunity to show off to his colleagues, maybe even setting up a dirty little bet, saying that one of the harbringers would lose to you in a fight. Ofc they’d all take the bait, after all, who could be more powerful than them? Surely not childe’s s/o!

Whoever faced you would lose and childe would have a shit eating grin when his colleagues begrudgingly hand him a hefty amount of cash.

He’d probably victory fuck you <3

Zhongli

he would be… stunned. Truly, truly stunned.

How can you, his shy, meek s/o have power enough to rival his own?

He would probably be in denial.

After all, would this sudden situation change the dynamic between you two?

He loves it when you rely on him. Loves it when you ask him to get things for you when they’re too high up (because he’s a fucking giant); when you snuggle against his chest like it’s the safest place in the world; when his hand engulfs yours as you stroll around Liyue, knowing that if trouble arises, he’d be right by your side to defeat it.

He would probably be very curious, but in a respectful manner, as classy as he is.

He would want to know where the power came from, how you handle it, what your abilities extend to, etc. Etc.

He’d probably never ask “why didn’t you tell me?”, because he’s such a gentleman, but the question would no doubt be swimming in those fiery orbs of his.

He would definitely reassure you that he loves you just as much as always, and that he isn’t upset that you didn’t bring the subject up earlier.

With your permission, he would love to take you out and watch you fight monsters. He’d find it very fascinating, gazing from afar as he memorized your movements, your technique.

He would probably be slightly happy about it. Because you two could be a power couple now, watching over Liyue and the rest of Teyvat with abilities that can silence any storm that comes to pass.

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kyojurismo · 10 months

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emergency request!! <3

hey! so I found out about your acc and I just love it at the first sight! you're incredible and good work, your writing is amazing🫶

well, so you know, life have always been hard on me and I've been suffering a lot with the traumas I got from childhood, so I kindly ask you, could you please do a tamayo x child reader? basically the reader is a clingy monkey, always want to sleep next to her and it's super super affectionate with her!

sorry if this is too long, thank you so much 🥺

# lady tamayo

tags : gn!child reader, fluff, yushiro is there too btw, not proofread.

a/n : FIRST LADY TAMAYO REQUEST GUYS I’M SO FREAKING EXCITED OMG 😭 anyway, don’t apologise for being specific bc it helps me a lot hehe + i’m sending you a big hug <3

she found you when she came out at night to buy some medicines and get some blood transfusions

you were all alone playing by yourself and at first she wanted to leave you there

but when she walked by a second time it was pretty late than before and thought that it was quite strange your parents wouldn’t come get you

that’s why she decided to get closer to you

“good evening,” her sweet voice reached your ears and you quickly looked up, still holding a bunch of flowers in your hands. “hello!” you smiled at her, causing a little sting in her heart as she couldn’t help but think back to her children.

“are you here all alone?” she knelt to be eye level with you. you nodded and she frowned, worried that something might have happened to your parents. “what about your parents?” she kindly asked. “they left,” your answer was enough for her.

they probably couldn’t afford feeding you and decided to leave you behind. she was a bit unsure about taking you with her, because well, she was a demon after all.

“can we play together?” you then asked, tilting your head to the side. tamayo stared at you in silence, before getting up. “let’s get you something to eat,” she offered you her hand and smiled timidly at you.

she bought you an udon bowl and watched you eat as she sat next to you, you swinged your legs while eating. “thank you!” you smiled widely and tamayo felt a warm feeling spreading through her chest. “i gotta go now, take care,” she patted your head and got up, ready to leave. you frowned and quickly jumped on your feet. in a moment you found yourself hugging her leg, trying to hold her back.

needless to say, tamayo took you home with her

you were fascinated by her house and you spent most of the time close to her

yushiro was disappointed at first because taking a little human home wasn’t the best idea, but if his beautiful lady tamayo thought it was alright then so be it

he sometimes plays with you, just to not let her down

you’re usually sitting on her lap, watching her study and do her stuff

and when she’s moving around the house you’re always holding her hand or gripping her kimono, walking super close to her

you sleep whenever you’re tired and during such times tamayo has to stay beside you or you can’t sleep at all

you’re always kissing her cheeks and hugging her

( ready to cry whenever you’re not looking )

she feels bad about not being able to take you out during the day but you never complain about it

you just want to be with her <3

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !!#lady tamayo x reader #lady tamayo x child!reader #lady tamayo drabble #lady tamayo blurb #lady tamayo imagine #lady tamayo one shot #lady tamayo fanfic #kny lady tamayo #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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I was wondering if you could do a joyce byers x daughter reader or daughter figure where the reader has a bad panic attack and joyce consoles/comforts them? I'm asking all around for this fic. I have really bad panic attacks so i'd like to think of joyce as a comfort.

cw: panic attack, exam pressure, stress, gn!reader Note: I hope this helps you in someway lovely.

Nothing was going right at the moment, you had been studying for your SATs and you couldn't help but feel the pressure. You needed a full ride to get into your college of choice and the more you tried to study the more you felt that it wasn't going into your head.

It was starting to feel stuffy in your room, you were only wearing a shirt and shorts but it was getting incredibly hot and you just needed some air. Getting up, you went to the window and pushed it open. Taking some deep breaths of the air outside, closing your eyes for a moment as the cool breeze kissed your skin.

Feeling a little more relaxed, you turned to find the breeze had sent your notes flying everywhere. “No, no, no.” Rushing over you began to scramble to pick it all up, everything was mixed and nothing was in the order you'd had them. Scrambling to pick them up, your door flew open sending more notes flying everywhere.

“What do you want, Will?” You yelled at him as you saw notes heading out the bedroom door. “Can you give me a ride?” He asked sheepishly. “Ask Jonathan!” You snapped before pushing him out of the room and slamming the door. Sinking to the ground, tears began to trickle down your face as you sat against your bed with a mess of notes all around you. Your heart was starting to race harder than if you'd been doing gym.

“I'm going to fail, I'm not going to collegeâ€¦ we can't afford it.” You began to stammer out, your breath catching in your throat as you felt your dreams disappearing right in front of you. Your hands began to shake and you could hardly see through the tears as you tried to breathe, each breath catching at the back of your throat preventing you from being able to properly breathe.

You'd always wanted to go and get a great job and be able to help your mother and now it felt like your dream was slipping through your fingers. The room felt like it was swaying side to side like that boat ride at the theme park, if you weren't sitting down you'd probably have fallen down. Your ears began to ring, a high pitch noise like a kettle. You moved your hands to cover your ears trying desperately to cover the noise.

It was so loud you couldn't hear anything around you, not even a knock on your door. The door slowly opened and you saw your mother standing there, maybe she'd come to yell at you for how you spoke to Will, but the look on your face stopped her. With a worried expression on her face, Joyce stepped in and shut the door behind her.

She didn't say anything until she sat down in front of you and took your hands. “It's okay sweetheart.” She said gently as she looked you in the eyes. “I want you to follow my breathing okay?” Looking at your mother, you watched her breath in and you did your best to copy and only released when she did. “That's it sweetheart, and again.”

You repeated the exercise several times before she moved to cup your face. “I have you, you're here with me. It's okay. Inâ€¦ and out.” She said slowly as she worked on your breathing and getting you to focus on her. “You're doing great. I'm really proud of you.” She told you as you took the breaths without her guiding you this time.

“That's it sweetheart.” Joyce said slowly as she looked at you and wiped your eyes. “Whatever it is, whatever is scaring you, we can work through together.” Joyce assured you, as you remained focused on your mother’s face. “I have you, you're safe.” She said her soothing voice helped you calm down.

As your breath returned to normal, she moved beside you and wrapped her arms around you. “I got you.” She uttered, placing a kiss on your head. “Whatever is upsetting you, we can talk when you're ready.” Resting your head on her chest, you listened to her heartbeat and closed your eyes, letting the calm wash over you until you were ready to talk.

#joyce byers x reader #Joyce Byers x gn!reader #Joyce Byers x child!reader #Joyce Byers drabble #Joyce Byers fic #Joyce Byers fanfic #Reader x Joyce byers #Gn!reader x Joyce byers #Joyce Byers one shot

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evereinefaust · 9 months

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Killua Zoldyck X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: MC was Killua's beloved daughter. On a normal day, the father-daughter duo went out to have fun with a cute creature she found.

Word Count: 282

"Come here Usa-chan!" Little footsteps followed the hop of a furry white bunny. After a while, the little creature stopped hopping and (y/n) finally got a hold of it. "Gotcha!" The [h/l] [h/c]-haired girl giggled while rubbing her cheeks to the bunny.

Watching from behind the girl stood a white-haired male, smiling to himself at his daughter's actions. "Ah! Papa, look!" (y/n) noticed her father and looked at him, showing him the animal while smiling.

"Do you want to keep it (y/n)?" Killua kneel down next to her and then smiled. "Uh-huh!" The child nodded her head in glee, "Usa-chan will be my pet for life!"

The silverette chuckled while picking his daughter from the ground, (y/n) sat in her father's arms while the bunny stayed in her arms. "Papa, you know..." The girl called, petting the white bunny.

"Yes, dear?" Killua looked at his daughter. "Let's find you a Usa-chan too!" (y/n) beamed at him, [e/c] orbs that sparkled with excitement met Killua's blue ones. The male eyes' softened as he flashed her a heartwarming smile.

"Sure"

#fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #hxh #hxh 2011 #hxh killua #hunter x hunter #hunter xhunter 2011 #child reader #female reader #familial love

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khae-writes · 1 year

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you are my home [ tartaglia/reader ]

tags: fluff, kisses, mentions dark side??, ooc??, fem reader, soft childe, dedicated to my best friend,

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The sun arose, golden light shining upon a field of flowers of glaze lilies. The lovely ivory color pranced across the plains, small pebbles scattered around as the water rushed by falling into a long stream of waterfall down below. Peace and quiet, it was a moment of serenity; undisturbed and unperturbed. This was what Childe longed for — no, this was what Ajax longed for. Laying on the grass with nothing to care for, the rays of sunshine bathing his body that craved the peaceful background.

Childe — a title that he’d sullied and tainted with blood and merciless slaughter because of his drive to be an active machine in war; a title that he honors as the Eleventh Harbinger; a title that had scared many who’ve heard of his doings; a title of a strong man who’d countered many dangerous beings and lived.

And at the same time, a title that broke him bit by bit.

It was the very title that one day would spread a little far too wide in all of Teyvat that his younger siblings would hear of it. Where they would find out he worked as a villain in this cruel world; where his secret that he tried so hard and so long to keep; a secret to keep his family from being involved in dark business that could risk putting them in danger. Childe had to — no, Ajax — this was what he was keeping them from.

A world of monsters, nothing but ruin and lies — a cryptic and unapologetic dimension where if he asked as gently as he could, no one would bat an eyelash to help. A world so corrupted that despite not wanting to turn out a villain, Ajax turned into a fine asset on the battlefield. A world so unkind that just a simple witness to bloodshed would make one’s skin crawl and burn. A world where a young Ajax was forced to be brought into the Fatui because his desire to pursue violence was uncontrollable.

And one day, maybe that flickering grace of sanity in him would one day snap into a wisp of a flame.

Tartaglia couldn’t bear to picture his beloved younger brother look at him with soulless eyes, with indescribable disbelief as he would give him a look of incredulity if he saw his hands dirtied with wet gooey blood. He wouldn’t be able to fathom his surroundings; he might lash out; he might hurt—

No.

Tartaglia shakes his head, trying to rid of the negative thoughts in his head. He shouldn’t be thinking about such things in such an atmospheric calmness. He should be having fun; enjoying the scenery and resting. A good Harbinger shouldn’t break his mind over little things, no?

No. He had to stay calm; stay sane.

His family was waiting for him in Snezhnaya. Returning home into their arms with a broken mind would be like exposing his dark and poisonous behavior to his loved ones when it’s but a part of him.

‘Do not forget, Ajax, you are here to provide for your relatives and to serve the Tsaritsa as she sees fit. She wouldn’t like you questioning your abilities because she is never doubtful of your skills as one of her trustees.’

The ginger-haired male nearly lets out a laugh — would his family still look at him the same? Like he is a proud warrior who fights for the better good, someone who brings his family’s name to honor by selling toys that all children alike enjoy the toys he make? Would Teucer still look at him with those sparkling, bright jewels in his ocean-blue eyes, gazing up at him with unparalleled admiration? Or would they all turn their back on him, realizing that they’d been admiring a murderer in disguise?

Archons, he needed a distraction—

“Ajax?” A soft whisper brings him back to reality. The hallucination of his family staring at him in horror disintegrated into dust, his lifeless eyes blinking to turn his head sideways. His eyes met (e/c), and he felt his heart soften.

The girl he loves, the woman of his dreams, the queen he would rightfully do anything for so long as it was in his power. You were beautiful, inside and out. Your smile as your lips curl up onto an upwards curve, showing off that perfect smile that would brighten up his days to no end; your eyes that shined in the darkest of nights that not even the moon could compare; your hands that he loved holding even if there was no reason to — if people asked him if you were some sort of divine being, he would’ve responded yes. There was no one like you in the world.

The woman that loves him, the woman that cares for him, the woman that he keeps coming home to because he was high off on paradise every second he spent with you. There, next to him on the grass, you lied next to him with your hands resting on your chest as your head was tilted to face him.

“Yeah… what is it?”

You gave him a disapproving frown, brows furrowing. “You had this look again.”

“Did I?” The Snezhnayan male chuckles awkwardly as he rolled over to his sides so his right arm now supported his whole weight while his left hand caressed your cheek gently, a portion of his body hovering over you as he leans down to gently rub his nose with yours. “Sorry, I tend to… overthink sometimes.”

You bit down the giggle that almost slipped out from the eskimo kiss, your arms instead wrapping around his neck as you brought him closer. “That so? Mind if I know what it was about?” Your lips pecked his, and in just that split second, Tartaglia forgot what he was thinking of earlier.

God, he was drunk on love. And he wanted to bathe in it more, especially because it was you.

“Take a guess, I’d like to know too.” He teases, his pearly white teeth flashing as he coyly stares at you with a boyish grin. “I wonder what I was thinking about.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

You giggle, pushing his hovering body off of you and instead topping him by placing your two hands on either side of his body. Tartaglia was taken off guard, eyes flitting towards yours in slight surprise since you didn’t usually attack him first. You leaned down, lips brushing against his before letting out a short giggle.

Ajax nearly feels his heart jump out of his chest at your teasing, his cheeks reddening at what you were trying to do. His heart pounded hard and he was sure if you listened closely, you would hear the rapid noises it was making. But he focused on you solely — noticing how close you were and how he could practically feel your breath fanning on his lips every time you parted just a bit of those lips.

You were constantly in his vicinity after every battle, always in his line of vision, always so close to him — so close that he loved getting all too many opportunities to hug you, to hold your hand, to touch you, to kiss you any time he wanted; he loves simply just being there with you.

Every moment, to him, mattered.

It was when the ginger-haired male had finally grabbed all courage inside his heart to bring a hand up to the back of your head and push you closer. His head raised up a bit to meet your lips in a gentle kiss; one that, although you didn’t see coming (you probably did), you returned with just as much gentleness. Your lips and his moved in synchrony but unfortunately you both had to pull away for breath.

“What’s up with you today?” You laugh softly as you pulled away. “You’re quite soft today, not that it’s a bad thing.” You mused, seeing your lover’s expression convert into slight embarrassment, his cheeks tinted red.

He clears his throat, flushed cheeks. “Ah… well…”

You giggle and roll off of him, back onto the grass that tickled your cheeks. The silence that ensued after wasn’t uncomfortable in the least bit. Any moment with you was shared special, no matter where there are interactions or not. He counted them all and described each one as heavenly.

“Hmm… this is… a little random but,” this time, Ajax turned his head to look at you in curiosity, “what is home to you?”

He’d known beforehand what you’d lived as before he’d crossed paths with you — you were a victim of domestic abuse, and he was very much aware how much torment and pain you’d went through before stumbling upon him in dirtied garments. He had the option to ignore you, but the fear in your eyes triggered something in him — reminding him of himself from when he’d fallen into the Abyss.

Tartaglia was slightly apathetic as you asked, but as soon as you did, two things appeared in his head. One of his family in Snezhnaya and you, his beloved. The male hums in ponder, eyes darting upward, squinting slightly as they were blinded by the literal sun.

“You are my home.”

“Huh?”

“I would’ve honestly answered my family but,” he turns to you, eyes as dead as ever as he confesses, “they are my heart instead.”

You frowned. “Technically, in this given scenario, aren’t they the same?”

“They’re different for me. I can live without a home, but a heart I know I can’t go forward without.” He spoke, an aching in your chest stinging as he finishes.

And it hit you just how cold the meaning of his words meant. It was simple and straightforward, there was nothing to not get. That if he had to choose between his family and you, he wasn’t going to hesitate dropping you onto a pot of boiling lava for his own blood-related loved ones.

“I-I see… I’m sorry… for asking.” You apologized meekly, shying away now that you realized your worth in comparison to his family paled by a stretch away. What hurt, really, was that he didn’t even think twice about his decision. You knew already that he would pick family over you, but it still hurt.

“But,” he pauses again and you perked up, eyes darting to him in nervousness, “without a home, I’m lost and alone.” Ajax turned to you, eyes softening a great amount as his thumb brushes over your cheek lovingly. “You are my home, (Y/n). You make me feel safe and protected—make me feel like I can be myself without a hindrance, make me feel comfortable. You…” He trails off, his forehead leaning on yours. “I love you. And that even if I can live without you, I wouldn’t.”

Your heart beat erratically, your nose turning red as you sniffled. “Oh…” You tear up, hiding your face in your hands as he continued to caress your skin in a graceful manner.

“I… love you too. You’re my home too, Ajax—and I… I’m so glad you’re here…” You stammered, choking on your sobs before wrapping your arms around him. Under the bask of sunrays and amber light, you two held each other in a moment of peace and serenity.

This was all what Ajax needed to keep himself sane.

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cannibalcoyote · 1 year

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David Bowie: Kid Sister

Imagine living with your older brother, David Bowie, but running away when he chooses drugs over you:

Being David Bowie's younger sister is hard enough, but having to watch him destroy his life is near impossible.

He and I have quite the age difference, he's currently 27, whilst I am only 15, but he has taken on the role of both father and big brother. When he first took me in I was 11 and he was only 23, he had wanted to stop by and surprise us with a visit after being so busy with his latest album.

It's a long story how he ended up my legal guardian, but let's just say he walked in on our mother berating me, and witnessed her slapping me across the cheek. Needless to say, he was not pleased in the slightest and demanded a reason be given as to why I was slapped. Our mother gave no answer, instead only glaring at me with an even darker hatred than before.

She took a step towards me and I don't know what came over me, but I sprinted around her and into David, crying my eyes out as I hid behind him. I remember my small hands grasping the material of his sleeves, just wanting some feeling of love and acceptance. He seemed stunned, taking a few seconds to react to this; leaning down, he handed me his keys, telling me in a soft voice to go wait in his car. I nodded and went to open the front door when our mother decided to intervene.

"Not another step young lady." I froze in place, this was the harsh tone she used when I knew I was going to be punished and tormented for the rest of the week. Usually she doesn't do more than slap me, but with tone she doesn't hesitate to bring out the belt. I was so close to the door, but the fear that burned in my chest made me want to throw up. I wanted to get away, but what would happen to me if I took another step?

No one made any move, but I knew that this might be my only chance. Taking another step I hesitantly looked over my shoulder towards my mother. She was furious, I could almost say for certain that there was a red gleam in her eyes. She starts walking towards me, but before she can reach me, David moves between us.

"Get out of the way, David." Her tone is sharp, I'm surprised when David makes no movement in response, simply settling a glare upon her.

"She's coming with me and that is final." His sentence is almost growled out, and I can tell mother is just as taken aback as I am, stepping back slightly as her facial expression morphs into one of shock. Not another word is spoken as David turns, grabbing my shoulder as he walks us out of the front door and to his car.

The ride is a blur, I can't find myself focusing on anything other than the bleary stereo and the gray skies. I only come back to reality when he pulls up in-front of a fancy hotel, handing his keys to the valet before helping me out of the car. I glanced around in surprise, he's taken us to the nice side of town, everyone is wearing their nice clothes that I would usually only wear on Sunday for church. David releases a quiet giggle at seeing my look of awe, patting my shoulder as he leads me into the hotel.

I stay silent through the process, making sure to stay directly on David's side as he gets the room key and walks us into the elevator. David leans back against the wall and watches the numbers, but I take this time to observe him; after all, I haven't seen him in quite a while. He's grown his hair out a bit, longer than the last time I saw him, and his face looked almost angry even though it was neutral. Walking to our room he sits me down on the bed, sitting himself next to me with his hands folded in his lap; he seems hesitant, but I know why.

"Just ask me already." My voice is quiet, I cast my gaze downwards as I hear David swallow heavily.

"How long has she been treating you like that?" His question is spoken carefully, almost as though worried that I might break if he didn't pick every word precisely. I feel a small smile trying to form, it's odd, having someone be so gentle with me, especially after the years I've spent with my mother.

"... Ever since dad died." I didn't want to tell him why, mainly because our father's death hurt him a lot as well, but he was already out of the house when that happened; not having to deal with our mother during the aftermath. I don't blame him, in fact, I never wanted him to know, I hate being such a burden.

"Well, no one will ever hurt you again. I promise." His tone is a stark contrast to earlier, being stern and certain; not harsh, but strong and confident. I look to the side, meeting his gaze before pushing forward and hugging him tightly. His body goes rigid, clearly being surprised, but slowly steadying as he envelopes my weak form with his arms.

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Ever since that day, I lived with my brother, traveled with him, helped him with his music, etc. We shared a life in a way, but he always made sure that my education came first, hiring me private tutors everywhere we went. I had so much fun, being raised by him was much different than being raised by our mother. David was kind and gentle, only really getting stern when I blatantly went against our agreed upon rules; such as that one time I snuck out of our hotel and went backstage to one of his concerts.

Oh, he was pissed, we got into a bit of a row before stomping off in opposite directions. We avoided each other for the rest of the night and the following day, only talking during a midnight snack run-in. I apologized, I knew it was dangerous to sneak out to a concert where I might be recognized and swarmed by fans. I also told him my reasoning, having not seen him for more than a couple of minutes over the last few months due to the concerts and rehearsals, exclaiming that I just wanted to see him.

David also apologized for yelling at me, he hates yelling and felt really bad, to which I made sure he knew it was alright. He promised to try and spend more time with me, taking time out of the next day for us to go get lunch and ice cream.

We had a lot of fun, but we ended the night running away from a crowd of fans. One of them had managed to grab his sleeves, resulting in him losing his coat. I laughed at first until we finally got away. I observed his hunched over body as we heaved for breath, he was much skinnier than I thought. I hadn't really been paying attention, but I can tell when someone is underweight, and he kind of reminded me of a skeleton.

That was when I started to pay more attention to him, noticing how he'd been more withdrawn recently, spending most of his time reading or in his room. I noticed that he often sniffled, I thought he had a cold, but something about it struck me as odd. I continued watching over him for the next year or so, noticing that he never lost the sniffles for long, they would usually return after a prolonged trip to the bathroom. He also stopped eating a lot, he used to love my occasional cooking and our random jaunts to restaurants, but that all suddenly stopped.

I finally said 'fuck his privacy', searching through his bags after he'd gone to sleep. I found a bag full of white powder, and I'm no idiot, this isn't fucking flour, it's cocaine. All the signs I've noticed now make sense, but that really does fuck all for me. What can I do now? I can't tell him I know, cause then he'll ask how I know. I just need to make sure he doesn't kill himself by accident.

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I softly knocked on David's door. He has an interview soon, yet he hasn't left his room all day. I'm really worried about him.

"What do you want!" His voice is rough and sharp, I jump slightly. He's recently taken to shouting at me whenever I do anything, and it scares the living daylights out of me; I know I shouldn't be scared of him, but it reminds me of mom. Anytime she yelled, I knew the day had gone from bad to worse.

"David... You have an interview soon, your people said it was in 15 minutes and that you should be heading out soon." My voice is higher in pitch, that only happens when I'm dreadfully aware of my surroundings. The places we stay in are nice still, but that homey vibe that used to accompany David has long gone.

The door creaks open, the room is dark, like the curtains have been pulled and all the lights smothered. His face is pale, sickly shining in the sterile lighting of the hall. The most haunting look is his eyes, they are so empty, he just stares at me with this dull look as though not even seeing me. David has been like this for a few weeks now, gradually refusing to acknowledge my presence to the point of convincing me I might not actually exist.

It hurts a lot, knowing the person you love and look up to sees you as nothing, but I still push forward.

He pushes the door open wider and walks past me, already dressed up in his suit and dragging along a cane.

"David... David!" He walked into the living room before turning to me, his eyes seemingly set ablaze.

"What." His tone is sharp with agitation, the short response making me feel uncomfortable.

"I... I was wondering...if-" My hesitant words get cut off as David glares at me.

"Hurry up and say it already!" He raises his voice, I can tell he's holding back from shouting at me.

"I just... David, I know." I don't know how else to word it, I just know that I need to confront him on his drug abuse.

"You know? Know what?" He actually seems generally confused, oh how his senses have been dulled.

"I know... I know about the drugs." The last half of my sentence is whispered, but his immediate rigidity alerts me that he heard me loud and clear. I finally look up to his face, and somehow he's become even paler; so gaunt I fear he may faint.

"H-How do you know about that?" For the first time in a while he sounds vulnerable, maybe even a little scared. There's no going back now, I have to tell him the truth and hope he sees reason.

"I looked through your bag a while ago and found it, please don't be mad!" There was a lilt in my voice, but it wasn't pleasant to hear, it more emphasized my worry at how this situation could unfold, and the next movements would only solidify that worry.

"How dare you." It had been silent for about a minute, so his stern toned sentence caught me slightly off guard.

"What?"

"Don't bring up matters that are none of your business!" Talking to him is like riding a roller coaster, one second he responds calmly, the next he's shouting your ear off. I actually stumble backwards, somewhat in shock due to the pure aggression and loathing he conveyed through his tone. The shout resonated in my head for a few moments before I forced myself to talk, my courage beginning to run thin.

"But David! Surely you can see that you're addicted-" My voice is soaked with concern, I love him so much, and this self-destructive behavior of his is hurting me as well. I'm about to continue but he steps forward and roughly shoves me back against the hotel wall.

"I'm not addicted! It is just a hobby!" The unbridled rage flows through his eyes, I see him raising his hand, but the rest is unknown because I shut my eyes tightly and turned away. I held my breath for a few seconds, awaiting the onslaught of abuse, but after being met with none I decided to maybe open my eyes.

The view I'm met with is pitiful almost, David is simply staring at me in shock, my arms still up to block any hits. I begin to breathe again, slowly lowering my arms as I watch his eyes well with tears.

"Y/.. Y/N, why did you do that?" I stare at him wearily, I thought he was going to hit me, I don't trust him anymore.

"You know why." I state solemnly, my voice but a whisper in the quiet hall.

"I would never!" He shouts back defensively, causing me to flinch away again.

He backs up frantically, he's about to say something before someone starts slamming on the door, hurriedly stating a message.

"Mr. Jones, your interview is in 5 minutes! We need to leave sir!" David stills for a moment before turning away. He straightens his suit and smooths his hair before grabbing his cane and walking to the door. As he's reaching for the handle he turns back to me, that same empty look having embodied him again.

"We'll talk about this when I get back." He's so cold, that's the coldest he's ever spoken to me, and I don't think I can take it anymore. Nodding my head, David leaves without another glance, a heavy feeling settling in my chest as I can feel the tears streaming down my face. I wipe them away quickly, the torn sleeve of my shirt dragging across my skin.

I can't stay here anymore, the way he spoke, what he did, how he left... He's chosen, and he didn't pick me. I should leave now, while he's gone. I stumble to my room, my legs apparently being a little wobbly after that interaction.

I pull out my backpack, shoving in clothes as well as my pen and notebook, packing my tooth brush/paste, combs, and moisturizer. I have to pack light, if the crew sees me heading out with a suitcase they will surely stop me from leaving, and I don't need David knowing that I was trying to run away... I worry to think what he would do to me.

I tear off my shirt and jeans and shove on a clean pair, wrapping my large jacket around my shivering frame, slipping on some insulated sweatpants as well. What can I say, it's December in New York City, I'm going to be cold as it is, no need to be freezing. I let my hair down to block my face, shoving on my boots before taking one last glance around.

Taking in my surroundings, I close my eyes and say a silent goodbye to David before grabbing my belongings and leaving.

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amaranthineghost · 5 months

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hello!!!

can you do a one shot/ fanfic that Lando has been dating Y/N since they were 15/16, so for a long time, and she just found out she’s pregnant. you can come up with how they would react and how lando would react but i’d love if they were unsure of it in the beginning, but it grew on them as time went by.

thanks!!!!

| OUR WORLD IN YOUR HANDS ( lando norris. ) |

ꕥ pairing: lando x reader

ꕥ summary: they hadn't planned for pregnancy, but it changed their life.

ꕥ authors note: enjoyed writing it more than I thought I would honestly. tried to make it so she was more unsure than he was and in the end, I liked it. working on incorporating more dialogue in the future because it is definitely not my strong suit. I'll also alternate between requests and my own ideas so if you requested something, keep it in mind <3

ꕥ warnings: mentions of alcohol, sex, barely mentions thoughts of abortion

TWO RED LINES. her heart had skipped a beat, more like several as she stared at the dark red line and a faded pink one next to it. she couldn't believe her eyes. it couldn't be possible, it repeated in her mind.

but it obviously was. they hadn't been very careful, they're young and dumb and in love. two people so deeply in love that they couldn't care less. at least she thought they did at the time.

staring at the test in front of her shook her whole world, an entirely different branch of her life she'd never expect to take this soon. it was right in front of her.

despite being together for a year or two shy of a decade, it felt too soon. they were still young, had plenty of parties lined up in the near future. plenty of drunken nights running through the streets of monaco barefooted, hands intertwined as the world was focused on them. how they'd escape to the farthest rooftop, drunken makeouts leading to more as they came together under the stars.

they still had time. time to be what they'd missed as teenagers, to make memories. they had time to spend countless nights, wrapped in each other's arms under cold skies on balconies across countries, discussing their future. when they'd get married, where they'd like to live, if they ever left monaco which seemed unlikely, the places they've yet to see, how many kids they'll have and their names.

time for reckless driving through the streets of monaco with the wind crashing against them, hands raised as they cheered. he always drove to the most beautiful sight in the city, but always claimed it would never come close to the beauty she possessed.

time for runs across the beach in tiny bikinis and swim trunks as they raced on the sand. his arms capturing her waist as he tossed her around, feeling the vibrations of her laughter and screams against his skin. a feeling he'd forever cherish.

it all disappeared with a single faded line. everything she knew about their future collapsed with the test barely bigger than the length of her hand. it would affect everything.

it was conflicting. becoming a mother was all she ever dreamed and talked about, when she became older. she'd mention to her curly-haired boyfriend countless times of her dreams of having the mini versions of him running around the house they shared. the longing to see his eyes and curly hair with features of her own on another warm body. their child.

but she wasn't ready. in her mid-twenties, with years of life left to live child-free. tens of grand prix's to attend in support of her mclaren lover, watching 10 feet away from his car. nights to catch up on hours of sleep she lacked from keeping up with lando's lifestyle.

having a kid swept it all off the table. no more late night dalliances, or getting so drunk to the point where lando would have to pull over the car to hold back her hair as she threw up in the bushes.

no more parties at ungodly hours of the night, watching drunk lando stumble his way to the dj booth, giggling over a glass of alcohol at his actions.

no more sleep. she knew she'd be woken up numerous times in the night from the cries of her child, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to give up sleep yet.

and she wasn't sure lando wanted to give up formula one either. obviously, a balance between the two worlds is possible, but she knew he would want to be there with her, and she didn't know if he could.

it scared her. the thought of this changing the dynamic of their relationship on levels she couldn't even begin to think of. she's seen countless videos of how having a child completely changed the way couples worked, good and bad, and she didn't want that fifty-fifty.

she'd sat staring at the test between the tips of her fingers for a solid twenty minutes before she heard a patterned knock she grew familiar with from her beloved boyfriend.

the door muffled his voice just slightly, "darling, you 'right in there?" his hand wrapped around the now cold door handle and twisted it, but it failed to turn as it pressed into his palm.

it was unusual for her to lock the door, she knew he would question it. and she knew she couldn't use the excuse of that she's changing or showering because lando simply didn't care whenever she was. he'd sit and keep her company till she was done with whatever she was doing because it was often what they did. sit in silence, enjoying the presence of one another.

"yeah, I'm fine!" she called out to him in a rushed tone, flinching enough that she nearly dropped the test. she watched as the door knob shook, shoving the stick into the bottom of the trash temporarily. she'd remember to remove it eventually.

she turned on the sink as she hid the box of tests in the depths of the cabinet under the sink. looking at herself in the mirror, she'd wipe away the tears that built in her eyes. she didn't want him to notice, but like always he would.

from the locked door to the second she opened it, he'd watch it. she'd see him leaning on the wall just outside the door, patiently waiting for her to come out to him. he wouldn't question it, he trusted that she would eventually come around to tell him. she always did.

with the frequent trips to the bathroom and the slimmed selection of foods in the fridge, he'd suspect something, but he wouldn't know for sure. not without her word.

because for the time being, it was a secret she kept to herself, as much as she despised secrets. she felt like she was guilty to be hiding something from the person she trusted most in the world.

times when she thought the room was empty, she'd be pacing long ways back and forth with her arms crossed and her face solid. he'd watched her from the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest, mirroring her position slightly.

times when she'd drop whatever she was doing to rush into the bathroom and spill her guts into the toilet as he held her hair and ran his fingers along the nape of her neck. she claimed it was a stomach bug, but he knew better. he also knew better than to question her words so he said nothing, but made a multitude of soups for her to sip on, taking notice of her now acute taste.

times when she'd cry over the tiniest of things, comforting her in his arms while she sobbed against the fabric of his very worn hoodie that happened to be her favorite.

it wasn't a great shock when she first told him. stuttering over her words as she fumbled with the sleeves of his long-sleeve shirt that went well past her fingertips, he could see tears brimming her eyes with her heightened sensitivity.

so when she muttered the words, "i'm pregnant," his world stopped, restarted, reloaded and stopped again when he finally processed the words. though he knew he could've expected it, hearing the confirmation leave her lips left his world tipped sideways.

but he wanted to hear it again, needed to, words breathlessly escaping his lips, "what, love?" he heard her the first time, but he wanted to hear it again. and again and again.

she choked on her words, sobbing out again, "I'm pregnant, lan," he pulled her into his chest, his hand finding it's way to the side of her head as he cradled her, pressing his lips against her hair.

as they swayed, it finally dawned on him, muttering unsure and excitedly against her head, "I'm going to be a dad?" his breathing deepened, his tongue gliding across his lips, then biting at the sensitive flesh. he felt his heart hammer in his chest, nearly comparing to when he first asked the girl out all those years ago. he reminisced the time when the biggest deal he could think of was rejection. now the girl he had crushed on when he was just a teenager just told him she's pregnant. with his kid.

part of him couldn't be happier, they had spent countless nights in bed, lying on their sides facing one another with stupid grins on their faces as they pondered their future together. whatever they wanted, it always had the other in their thoughts and plans.

this was just their plans manifesting faster than they might've hoped, and sure, he wasn't totally certain that it was the right timing after all. but this was their dream, and maybe they just needed time.

time to accept how greatly their life would be affected. he thought about how he'd have to leave her for days, weeks for his career, the few outlying times when she'd travel with him. he knew that would change, leaving her home with a new life to take care of besides her own. he hated the thought of leaving her.

they needed time to think, whether it was together or just by themselves. they needed to figure out how they'd make it through, if they could. which was a question in itself.

they needed to talk because part of her didn't think he would be so accepting of the change life threw them, permanently altering their course of life and the years to follow.

deep inside, they're scared. they knew they would've been, planned or not. it didn't make it any easier. but when he asked such a simple question, it lifted a massive weight that had been carrying on her shoulders. part of her knew he'd always be so accepting. everything is an experience after all.

with every month passed, every growth of the life within her body, he'd mention. he was the nerdy type to compare the size of the baby with fruit. he'd goggle each week with every new development she'd create. it shook his mind to even comprehend. she could make bones, organs and the tiniest lashes of their soon-to-be kid all within the confines of her body. to him, it was sacred.

and of course, he'd tell just about everyone from every team. all the drivers, mechanics, pit crew, team principals, the list goes on and so does his rants about her.

countless photos of appreciation for her on his social media, after all she was carrying his child and he was ecstatic. he'd spent every waking moment he could with her, his hands always somewhere on her, prodominantly on her growing stomach.

when he felt the first kick, he pulled his hand away sharply, looking at her with a dropped jaw and wide eyes, "it kicked me!" he'd exclaim and she slapped his shoulder, scolding him.

"don't call the baby an 'it!'"

"what else am I supposed to call it?" again, earning another slap to his bicep, and he'd look at her with a growing confused look.

"stop slapping me!" he held up his arms in defense as she scowled at him, her arms crossed over her chest. she pursed her lips before sighing as he'd replace his hand on her stomach.

"babe, I don't think this baby likes me," he looked between his hand and her eyes, feeling the movement under his palm. it was a weird sensation, something he'd never expect to feel so soon, or at all.

all she could do was laugh at the stupid expression across his face as he looked back and forth in bewilderment. the warmth from his hand, and the small calluses sent goosebumps across her skin. it incited a smirk to take place on his face, but she slapped it off. he'd expect to feel more of those as the months went by, especially with all the sly comments she'd hear slip past his lips.

with every ultrasound appointment, he'd be there. he'd make sure of it, no matter where he was or what he was doing. she also scheduled them in accordance to his race and where in the world it took place.

every time, his eyes would be locked on the screen that projected his child, a part of him in another life form. a smile always creeping into his face as he held her cold hand. more often than not, he'd get curious and try to become the technician, stealing the equipment out of the professional's hand. his girlfriend would scold him like he was some sort of dog. in response he'd groan, rolling his eyes at her.

he'd still try though, and the technician laughed it off. he'd make comments to her in reassurance, "babe, i've got this," he'd tell him as his hand with the wand came closer to her stomach.

"where's your degree then?" she snapped back, giggling at his sudden pause before he shrugged, waving it off his other hand.

" 's at home."

when the time finally came to birth their new life into the world, god did lando panic. everything he had prepared himself with went out the window when she'd mutter the words he'd been waiting to hear.

"lando," she mumbled as she sat on their couch, turning to him with wide eyes, "I think it's time." her sleeve-covered hands were at her face as she bit nervously on her nails.

he'd stutter over his words, hands in his hair, "you're joking." he'd say repeatedly as he rushed around the apartment, grabbing things. he was the type to grab everything and forget her still on the couch.

she'd call him on her phone when she sees him in his car from the window, through the pain, she laughed at him, "forget something, norris?"

"no, darling, I've got everything-" she'd see his movement pause, his hand returning to his hair, "fuck!"

when he'd come back to help her, she was nearly collapsed with laughter despite the pain she felt through her body.

"stop laughing at me!" he whined but he was laughing with her. nonetheless, they'd get to the car.

she was in labor for hours, crunching on ice chips that he'd fed her carefully. he'd massage her shoulders, hold her hand when contractions got particularly unbearable. he knew not to mumble bullshit words of encouragement, a word of advice from his mum, advice he'd gladly listen to.

instead he'd show her he was there by doing everything she asked until it was time to actually deliver their child they've been waiting 9 months to finally meet.

with a pale face, lando would comment, "I think one kid is fine after all." she'd roll her eyes at his words as she held their daughter in her arms, already seeing themselves in her. she was exhausted and he knew. he put her hair up, cooing words of appreciation to her now that all was done. he took care of her.

he'd remember call his mum later to tell her thank you.

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sweet-honey-fruit · 8 months

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Going Feral

Their true forms take over, and they’re needy for you.

Pairs — Childe, Itto, Ei, Zhongli x afab!reader

Note: I know Childe’s isn’t exactly what I said would happen, but I liked the idea of being fucked by foul legacy so much that I plan on making that it’s on fanfic.

Warnings — Rough sex, degradation, praise, restraints, public sex (Childe) belly bulge (Itto and Childe), breeding kink (Itto), unfair power dynamic but it’s all consensual, rough fucking, monster fucking (?), inappropriate use of tail (Zhongli)

!Everything is consensual! 18+ MINORS DNI

Childe

The entirety of his massive body engulfed the fragility of yours. His cock was so, so much bigger, stretching you out to your fullest. His pace was relentless, pinning you down to the floor while his dick dragged along your slick walls. His sharpened claws tangled in your hair as he thrust deeper and deeper inside you. All of it was overwhelming in the most delicious way possible. The sound of skin slapping and your squelching noises filled your ears, the sound so erotic that it caused a puddle to drip below you. The grip on your waist from him was almost painful, but you were so far gone that you barely registered any pain at all. You just wanted more. More of him. He was all you needed, and you loved it. In this form, in the Golden House, right here and right now. You didn’t want anything else other than this.

“Please Childe, it’s too much…” Your words came out slurred and muffled with every breath, drunk off the pleasure the fullness provided. A deep rumbling purr vibrated in Foul Legacy’s chest. It sent a delicious chill down your spine, one that was a mix of fear and excitement. He pulled himself out of you and slammed back into you, harder, rougher. “If you’re going to act like a whore for dick you might as well learn to take it,” His voice reverberated through your body as he was flushed against yours. He practically lifted you off the ground with ease, his groans coming out as growls.

Your body was quivering beneath his own. Tears of bliss streamed down your face as you were turned into a blabbering mess. Broken moans of his name are all that are eligible and it filled him up with pride. Knowing that even in another form he was able to turn you into a desired-filled disaster. To turn you into Ana whimpering, helpless mess. His hand pressed down on the bulge in your stomach. The motion makes you feel all of him at once. You arched your back, gripping onto him the best you can. Your walls clenched around him as burning pleasure took over your body, so much so that you swore your vision turned white for a moment.

The sensation of your walls hugging his cock sent him over the edge. He pushes you back onto the ground and fucks into you faster, the overstimulation making you squirm. With one final thrust, his seed shot into you, dripping back down onto the floor. He leaned down, lifting the mask off his head just enough to give you a sweet kiss on your slightly parted lips. He smiled against them, a smile that you could read as mischievous even in your delirious state. Putting his mask back down, he slammed his cock back into you again. This time slower, savoring each movement.

Hot, hot, hot. It felt so overwhelmingly hot despite the cool, crisp air of Euthymia. There was an ungodly amount of hands on your flushed body. Not a single part of you is touching the ground below. There is a pair of hands gripping your wrists and ankles, forcing them apart to leave your bare body open and vulnerable. Hands were fondling your chest, brushing over your nipples that elicit even more erotic moans out of you that echoed throughout the sacred chamber. Her form floated just a few feet away, legs crossed and chin resting on the palm of her hand in mockery. Mockery of how vulnerable you are, completely under her influence.

Hands were gripping your thighs, needing the flesh so harshly that it was sure to leave behind bruises. Hands wrapped around your hips and forced you down onto the fingers that were pumping in and out of your sopping wet hole. All these hands yet not one of them belonged to the woman who appeared before you. Her eyes held a fierce intensity of lust, tempting you to look away from her, to close your eyes and fall into the pleasure that she undoubtedly controls. You made the mistake of looking away once, and that left you with a hand-shaped mark on the side of your face from one of her many hand puppets.

“This sight,” Her luring voice surrounds you, enticing you to bring your attention to her. Her hand drops, ghosting over her chest and down her torso. Your eyes follow her movement. A ragged breath slips past your lips when Ei finally uncrosses her legs, revealing her drenched hole. You can see the slickness on her inner thighs from the dim lighting of the realm. "Is truly something I wish to see for eternity."

Her finger slips between her folds, enticing a soft moan out of her. At this moment the hand puppet that was pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace has stopped completely. You whine in frustration, wanting more. More of the white-hot pleasure it was giving you.

"You'll be my puppet, won't you? Be my little plaything.." She slips in another finger, pumping in and out at a slow pace. The hand-puppet mimics her movements, in and out of your own. You lurch forward, a moan forced out of of you and leaving you breathless. Ei’s satisfied smile is prevalent, the squelching sound of her fucking her pussy sending you into a haze.

She sped up, her head tilting back and letting out a moan so divine you wanted to get on your knees and worship her then and there. You couldn’t stop your legs from quivering from the intensity of the sensations you were feeling. You felt as light as a feather, not able to think of anything other than Ei and what she was indirectly doing to you. Not able to think about anything other than how beautiful she looked when she plunged her fingers inside of her, her thumb circling her clit with such precision that it caused your clit to throb with need. No thought didn’t cross your mind that wasn’t related to how good she was making you feel. Your slick dripped onto the ground, so wet that was gliding down your thighs.

The god of eternity molded you into her puppet, which she can control however she wishes. If it meant leaving you shaking, begging for more with her fingers down your throat, soaked with her juices; then you didn’t mind one bit.

Itto

Itto’s horns were bigger, pointier than usual. His nails were razor-sharp, longer. They dug into the dips of your hips, locking you down tight on his face. Your own hands clung to his horns to maintain your balance. With each tug he receives from your iron grip, the more animalistic growls that are muffled by your pussy. He was lapping at your wetness like a starved dog.

“Stop! Too much- too much Itto-“ Your pleas are cut off by a pornographic moan when his overtly long tongue slips between your folds. He pulls you down closer when you try to back away from the overwhelming amount of white-hot pleasure coursing through your body. The way his tongue slips out of your aching hole to swirl around your clit left your back arching and your nails digging into his horns. Your grip only sent him into overdrive.

With a growl that was muffled by your thighs, he lifted you off of his face. You could only catch a glimpse of the gleam from your slick around his mouth before he turned you around and forced you onto your stomach. Your hands gripped the sheets in surprise, even more so when he lifted your hips.

“Too much, huh? Too much, too much.” He laughs, and it sounds borderline maniacal. A chill is shot down your spine at the sound, yet at the same time, it leaves your hole throbbing and aching for more. Begging to be fucked by this new side of him. “I’ll show you too much. I’ll leave my well-behaved whore feeling so good that you won’t even want to stop.”

You feel the tip of his cock press at your entrance. Your legs shook, not only from pleasure but from the fact of how big he felt. Bigger than usual. Itto leans his body over yours, leaving sloppy kisses up your back, leaving marks along your neck, before finally kissing you on the lips with so much force it knocked your head back a little.

“You’re not a whore- I’m just so-so pent up that I can’t think clearly-“

“Itto,” His name was a quiet whine, making him groan, “Shut up and fuck me already,” It didn’t matter how big he was, his unintentional teasing was leaving your walls to clench around nothing. Begging him to fill you up and make you into his fuck toy.

He places a delicate kiss on your shoulder. A sheering pain coursed through you when his fangs punctured the skin to leave a mark behind. It faded into a pleasure that made your eyes roll back, his tongue gliding over it to soothe the pain. Then, he shoved his cock into your body. It was so overly big that it left a noticeable bulge in your stomach.

He didn’t give you time to adjust. His only focus was on fucking you till you couldn’t walk, till you were screaming his name and so full of his cum that it dripped out of your hole. He slammed into you, and your mind immediately went to the clouds. The way his cock dragged along every inch of you had you drooling, hungry and greedy for more of him. His nails ran up your back, leaving goosebumps of anticipation behind.

“Gonna breed you so good..gonna make you mine. Be good for me and take it,” He slammed his cock into you again. You laid limp, letting him use you as he pleased. In turn, your moans filled his ears, only encouraging him to go harder.

Zhongli

As much as Zhongli hides and compresses the godhood within him, that doesn’t make his instincts go away. The dragon in him is still present, albeit with a dull ache in his chest. But during times like these, where someone is very obviously trying to flirt and take you home, the ache in his chest grows. And it feels piercing. And the only way to cure the painful feeling is to show exactly who you belong to. Who owns you. Who loves you unconditionally. Dragons are possessive, don’t you know that? So why did you test your limits and flirt back with the person right in front of his eyes?

“Please Zhongli, I was just trying to get a free drink-“your explanation is cut off by his hand pushing your head deeper into the sheets. His grip on your hair is strong, and you can feel his overly sharp claws lightly digging into your scalp. It hurt, but it made your pussy ache for more; more of him.

His body leans down, chest pressing against your back. You catch a glimpse of a faint glow of yellow, and a mix of fear and excitement course through your hypersensitive body. It’s been so long since he’s let out his true form. And he’s using it on you.

A growl emits from his throat, and it reverberates from his chest to your back. It was animalistic, and it elicited a whimper from you. His body weighed you down, it was so much bigger than yours, stronger, leaving you to feel vulnerable and at his mercy. He loved seeing you this way, under him where he was in control. It made the spark for you within him burn brighter.

A brush of something firm creeps up your inner thighs. You can’t tell what it was but it certainly couldn’t be his hands. Not when one hand is pressing your head down into the pillows and the other is wrapped around your torso, forcing you to stay still. No, it wasn’t his hand. It was thicker, wider. And it teasingly slid between your soaked folds.

His lips ghosted over your jawline, traveling up to just the shell of your ear. You could hear his needy pants, the hand around your torso needs your flesh teasingly as the claws dig into your stomach deliciously.

“Do you think I care what your motive was?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine. So deep and dark, something so commanding that it made you stiffen up. You glance back, eyes widening when you catch a glimpse of yellow, slitted eyes; and the tail that was teasing your soaked hole.

“Tell me, my qingxin, since you are so desperate for cock, why must I give it to you, hm?” His tail thrusts inside of your hole, and you mewl over. Your moans are muffled by the pillow, yet they increase in pitch the deeper it goes. It hits your cervix, and you swear you saw stars. Drool pools under your head. He’s slow with his movements, pulling out so gradually, making you feel every detail of his tail dragging against your walls.

His hand in your hair lets go. You barely have a moment to let out a sigh of relief before it’s wrapped around your throat, forcing your body to sit up. Your knees press against the soft sheets, slightly damp from just how much you were dripping. His tail thrust in harder and faster. Moans and slick, slapping sounds echoed around the bedroom. His hand adds pressure, cutting off your noises and leaving you to only roll your eyes back when he hits the perfect spot within you.

“That’s it, fall apart,” He kisses down your neck, his fangs digging into the side of your neck, “Just like that…break for me, show me who owns every part of you.”

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certainlynotasimp · 11 months

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Okay, first of all, how are you? Hope you’re doing well! Drink plenty of water, stay hydrated- Second off, your Sunny fics? *chef’s kiss* so mainly, what if anybody made Sunny cry and Miguel had to find out about it? And Sunny’s trying not to make it seem like a big deal in order to keep Miguel from, you know, absolutely obliterating anyone.

Come on, Baby, Cry.

((Miguel O' Hara X Female! Reader))

A/N: Oh my goodness, thank you so much for the compliment. All my readers? *Extra chef's kisses* I am very hydrated and I got so excited to write this for you and to add some angsty content lol. I hope you enjoy this and let me know if you are disappointed or if you love it.

A/N: I also wanna address two things before I post this too. 1) thank you so much to the anon who asked me to include translations for the Spanish phrases as I was honestly not thinking about doing that. I will do better to include the translations at the end of the fics. 2) There are gonna be some triggering topics explored in this one-shot so if you don't want to hear about near injuries to children or child loss, then I understand if you don't want to read it. Feel free to enjoy my other fanfics and here's the post where you can stay notified on happier Sunny and Miggy fanfics.

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely using (Y/N) ((Sunny is just their nickname, not their actual name.)), Female pronouns, PTSD, Mentions of Child Loss, Endangerment of a Child ((No children were actually hurt, just traumatized)), Trauma, Comforting, Fluff, Angry Miguel, and Google Translate Spanish.

The room fills with squeals and giggles as the chase between the chubby toddler and the jumping spider. Mayday swings her little self around the corridor as the young woman follows behind amused by how agile the little tyke was.

‘Maybe she’ll make a good sidekick in the future.’ The smiling woman muses in her mind before a bloody image flashes in her mind. Shaking her head, she clears the idea out of her mind as Mayday reaches an open window.

Her quick scream of horror as she accidentally swings herself out of the window causes the woman’s blood to run cold as she flings herself out of the window after her. “MAYDAY!”

The adrenaline coming from her heightened fear causes the whole thing to appear to be trapped in time as the spider woman falls with the screeching infant falling inches away. Tears clouded her vision as she shoots out her webbing to the pillars around them as the images of flames lick at her eyes.

So many flames, and too many buildings at once. Screams and pleas from below as she tries to be there. They didn’t matter to her, not at that moment. The only one who mattered was him. Did he scream like that too or did he not even feel it?

Using her webbing, she quickly creates a hammock for Mayday to fall on a few feet from the ground, thankfully trapping the wailing infant so she can’t escape. Unfortunately, reality doesn’t set in time for the spider as she slams into the titanium flooring below, knocking the air out of her lungs.

Many spidermen gathered as they heard the commotion, but she could only focus her blurry vision above her as she tries to regain her sight. A familiar blur of bright pink swings up and grabs the ball of ginger hair in a muddled mess of cries. He quickly drops down to where the disoriented woman was splayed out below with the whimpering infant in his arms.

“Hey, Sunny, you alright?” Peter calls his friend. The damage didn’t look bad from the outside, but he was sure she had some nasty concussion with how she was looking at him.

Hobie crouches down beside the crumbled girl and carefully lifts her head up with one hand. “Oi, Sunshine, you there?” He mutters as he looks into her eyes. He holds up his hand and makes three fingers pop up. “How many fingers do you see, love?”

With a cough, the woman croaks out, “Three?” Her eyes begin to focus as her enhanced healing works out the stars in her vision. With the help of Hobie and Peter, she stands up with a whimper at the feeling of her shattered ribs forming back together. “Damn, I forgot that falling several feet actually hurt.” She attempts to joke despite her wheezing breath. The crowd around them laughs as Peter sighs in relief.

“Thank god, you’re alright.” Peter mourns as a glint of regret shines in his eyes. “I’m sorry for all this, Sunny. I shouldn’t have let her bring the web shooter here. She almost swings herself out of the window all the time and MJ told me that one day I won’t be there to help the next time it happens.” Mayday’s cries end as she sees her favorite play partner up and well as she shows off her gummy smile.

“Well, luckily I was here to save the day.” The disoriented spider muses as she returns the infant’s smile as the men chuckle. The crowd dissipates leaving the injured spider with her two friends.

“I’m still really sorry, P. I got distracted and didn’t see that the window was open.” She winces as she blames herself for being so neglectful.

“Don’t sweat it, kid. This little rascal will probably send me to an early grave with all the mischief she causes.” Peter jokes as he tickles his now roaming daughter, chuckling at her excited squeals.

“Good thing you don’t have a kid, Sunny.” Hobie chuckles. “You would lose them in a heartbeat.”

The bright atmosphere shatters as the woman abruptly pulls away from her friends. The men look at her confused until they saw the look in her eyes. The normal warm and inviting gaze that they all thrived under was gone, only a dark void was staring back at them. Their light now shining in hurt and sadness as memories cloud her mind. Her lip trembles in a tight line as tears begin to roll down her face.

Hobie looks confused at the sudden shift, but Peter realizes something as he looked at his trembling friend. Her eyes burned with tears as they locked with his. She had a haunted look about her. It's a look only parents can ever understand and fear. The look Peter himself almost experienced. “Hey,(y-” Before Peter can comfort her, she activates her mask and turns invisible before running off, her muffled sobs leaving them speechless.

Hobie groans as he realizes two things. One, he just made the sweetest person in the world cry. And Two,...

Miguel is gonna kill him.

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The warm glow of the portal illuminates the surveillance room as the blue spider steps out covered in a musty yellow goo. Lyla smirks as she observes the little chucks slipping onto the ground as Miguel attempts to dust off the slime from his large shoulders.

“Was your mission successful, boss?” The assistant snarks as she sends out a little robot to follow the annoyed Spiderman. The little bug-like contraption eagerly swallows up the disgusting mess Miguel left as he walks up to the platform. “The anomaly was captured and disposed of. Next time, warn me if William Baker is made of anything except sand.” He grumbles as the sound of the little robot annoyed him even more.

“I’ll make a note of that.” The AI giggles as she downloads the mission info from Miguel’s gizmo. “Also ‘Miss Sunshine’ is here and she doesn’t seem too happy.” She says before fading out.

Miguel’s eyes widen upon hearing that his sunny partner was upset. She was never upset. Never. With concern eating away at him, Miguel shoots out a web and swings himself to the platform above. He lands softly as he sees the scene in front of him.

His sunshine sat in his usual seat in front of the monitor. Her costume was dirty with a chest compression brace wrapped around her ribs as her choked sobs wheeze out of her. Her mask was off as her head rested against the ice pack in her hand, her back leaned forward as her attention was focused on the image before her.

He already knew what was on the screen.

He knew that file name by heart just like how he knows Gabriella’s.

File SW-0001425

World 16457-0

Spider-Woman- (Y/N) (L/N)

Age of infection- 23

Occupation- Intern Medical Research Assistant in the Genetics Department of { REDACTED } working under Dr. {REDACTED}

Sacrifice: Ben (L/N), age 4, Son of (Y/N) (L/N), 1 year into being Spiderwoman

Cause of death: Blunt Force trauma and Smoke inhalation caused by a multi-location attack caused by { REDACTED}

Status of Universe: DESTROYED

On the screen, the laughing face of a younger Sunny shines as a chubby cheek of a baby boy with dark curls smooshes into hers. The faint sound of a child mimicking the smooch of a kiss can be heard as the overexaggerated gasp of the woman causes the toddler to squeal. “That was such a sweet kiss, Benny. Can mommy have another one?” The sweet voice soured the air as the sobbing woman mournfully watches her baby boy.

The baby she failed.

Miguel approaches behind her and slowly takes the mouse from her weak grasp. The broken woman sighs as she realizes her miggy is here with her now, but doesn’t turn to look at him as he pauses the video. Her baby’s matching eyes stare right back at her before Miguel turns the chair around to face him as his mask disintegrates. His eyes glow red under the light of the monitors as he searched her sore eyes. Her face was red with a noticeable bruise along the left side of her face. Tears and snot crusted over her soft features as her lips remained turned into a trembling whisper. Her pupil shone in self-loathing and searching for his comfort. He could tell that this episode isn’t just one of her low days, something happened.

Something happened and he wasn’t here to stop it.

Miguel closes his eyes as his hand caresses her cheek. The warmth of her flushing face nuzzling into his palm allowed him to ground his rage as he focuses his gaze back onto his beloved.

“Mi luz, ¿qué pasó?” He seethes as he looks deep into her eyes.

She shakes her head as she tries to avoid looking into his concerned ruby gaze. The glass bridge was already cracked as she internally debated with sobbing everything that happened into his warm embrace or to protect her friend from the wrath she knows Miguel will unleash if he knows what was said. The warmth of his other palm cupping her cheek, guiding her to a wandering eye to look at his frowning face nearly broke her.

“It was nothing, Miggy…”She whispered as her voice trembled again. She tried to control her eyes from unknowingly confessing while she tries to bite the wobbling pout. “It was an accident…”

“What.” Miguel runs his thumb under her abused mouth as a piece of her disheveled hair was swept back. “Happened?” His demand is punctuated as he holds her in his stare. His eyes burned with barely contained fury and protectiveness as he studied her reactions. “Odio verte como la suya, mi amor.” He admits with a sigh.

Leaning forward, Miguel places a firm kiss on her forehead as his beloved’s breath shudders at his touch. The gentle heat under his touch left her trembling as the glass began to crack. “Let me ease your pain…” He whispers as he trails his kisses down to her eyelids. “These eyes are meant to be filled with happiness, not sorrow…” The cracks deepen as he gently kisses her nose. “I can’t undo what has happened…” The corners of her lips were caressed by his as his nose brushed against her cheeks causing her eyes to meet his mirrors. Her sorrow and helplessness are reflected in his ruby eyes as he kneels on the ground between her legs. A silent plea breaks the resolve she built as he mutters into her ear.

“Please, mi sol, at least let me feel your pain too…It's me and you against the universe remember…Por favor no me dejes solo ... No quiero perderte de nuevo.” He begs as the tension shatters.

With her arms snaking around his shoulders, the little spider confesses all that happened hours prior into his ear. Each detail, each scar, burned into his mind as she clung to his neck and hair. His inferno of rage almost imploded until he looked back into her eyes again. The relief of letting go of all of her troubles made her face look years younger as she looked at him with her big vulnerable eyes.

Hobie will have to wait. His love needed him now.

In a silent nod, Miguel wrapped her weak legs around his waist before he stood up. Feeling her snuggling into his throat, he carries her toward her room down the hallway while the annoying robot follows them to clean up the mess. As he enters the room, he releases some of his anger by smashing the bug with his foot.

“What was that, Miggy?” She croaks as she weakly tries to look over his shoulder.

“Just a bug,” He sighs as he approaches her dresser and grabs his spare set of clothes from his drawer. “You want your clothes or mine?”

“Yours…” She shyly admits as he feels the heat returning to the cheek on his neck.

“Muy bien, niña bonita. Lo que quieras.” He whispers as he grabs another set of clothes that he knows will swallow her. With that, he carries them into her personal bathroom and spent the night slowly bringing back his sunshine.

~~~~~~~~

A deep scream rings out through the Lobby as they see a flash of blue fury tackles the residential metal head into the ground. Peter hurries to save his colleague along with a few other Spidermen as Mayday laughs at the anarchist getting thrashed by the clawed man spewing Hispanic curses at him.

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Translations:

Mi luz, ¿qué pasó? - My light, what happened?

mi sol - my sun

Por favor no me dejes solo ... No quiero perderte de nuevo. -Please don't leave me alone...I don't want to lose you again

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pink-sparkly-witch · 5 months

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Tequila

Summary: Tequila has a lot to answer for when Y/N wakes up naked in Dean’s bed, but once the shock wears off, she realises that maybe it’s not such a bad thing.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of smut, angst, fluff, feelings, friends to lovers

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Another December Drabble for you all to enjoy!

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The sun streams through the motel’s threadbare curtains, rudely awakening you from a deep, drunken sleep. Your head is pounding, and there’s a ringing in your ears that comes with the vague memory of the loud music playing at the bar last night.

It’d been a hard hunt to stomach: Lamia, a child-eating demon, had decided to take up residence in Grangeville, Idaho, and once you’d blasted her ass back to hell, you and Dean really, really needed to let off a lot of steam.

Luckily, there was a dive bar next door to the motel, so neither of you had to stay sober enough to drive home, and you’d both been well and truly shit-faced. You’d hustled a small fortune playing pool; he’d sung karaoke, and there were tequila shots… lots and lots of tequila shots.

A snore from behind you made you freeze. It sounded like Dean, but that couldn’t be right. Why would you and Dean be in the same bed? Whoever it was rolled over and slid their arm over your waist, pulling you into their body. You could feel something hard poke the back of your thigh… at least he’s packing, you thought before the mystery man spoke.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Suddenly, the whole night’s events come flooding back to you at once.

One tequila shot turned into two. Two turned to four. Four turned to six, and before you knew it, you were stumbling through the door to Dean’s room, lips attached to his, nails raking through his hair and over his scalp and neck, tongues dancing a passionate tango while your clothes flew in every direction.

Dean made love to you so deliciously good. He was sweet and gentle at times. Rough and hard when you needed it. In all the years you’d known him, this was the first time you’d ended up in his bed, yet he knew your body better than you did.

The green-eyed hunter had known how to pleasure you better than anyone had before him. Touching places no one had ever touched before. Taking you higher than you’d ever been, making you scream his name so loud the occupant next door had banged the wall.

It’s overwhelming, and you can feel last night’s alcohol swirl dangerously in your stomach, threatening to make an appearance. You lifted the covers and glanced down. Yep, definitely naked.

Pulling the sheet tighter to your body, you cautiously turn around, your worst fear confirmed as Dean’s twinkling green orbs and cocky smirk greet you.

“Well, this changes things!” he grins, and you can’t decide if you want to punch his painfully beautiful face or kiss him.

“Oh, God!” you gasp, covering your face with your hands. “This can’t be happening.”

“Y/N?” Dean asks, concern evident in his voice. “You okay?”

“I can’t believe I did you—I mean that. I can’t believe I did that,” you mumble.

“Come on, don’t be like that! We had a great time. I got you off six times, sweetheart! That’s a personal record for me!”

Dean’s words are meant to be comforting, but they do the opposite and only embarrass you more. The urge to kiss him is gone, leaving you wanting to punch his painfully beautiful, smug face.

“Seriously, Y/N, are you okay? Did I hurt you in any way? Did you not want that to happen? Because I gotta say, you were all over me at the bar, and I get that we had a lot of tequila and were drunk, but I thought you wanted me, too?”

Now that Dean had put his cocky persona aside and the real Dean was in the room, you’d changed your mind again and wanted to kiss him.

“No, Dean. I wanted it to happen. I have for an embarrassingly long time. What I don’t want is to be just another notch on your bedpost. It’s why I’ve never given in to your very persuasive charms over the years. Because I want to be more than just one night to you. And I know that’s not what you want—”

“Woah, Y/N, slow down!” Dean shot up on the bed and turned you to face him. “Did you not hear me when I said this changes things? Do you honestly think I’d risk what we have for one night? I’ve wanted you since the day we met, and last night was the first time since we met that you’ve shown any interest in me. And sweetheart, I haven’t been shy in pulling out my best moves for you.” His words and body language are so expressive and genuine, and you know he’s not feeding you a line. He likes you and he’s wanted you for a long time. All of his flirting and come-ons were real.

“And I thought ‘this is it. I finally get to call her my girl’. Maybe I shouldn’t have followed through with it when we were drunk, but I don’t regret taking my chance with you. Please tell me you don’t regret what happened.” Dean cups your cheeks to keep your gaze on his. The pain crossing his features breaks your heart. You want to tell him you feel the same way, but it’s risky.

“Honestly, I don’t remember much from last night, just bits and pieces, but I know enough to know that if that happened, I wanted it to happen,” you say, trying to ignore the look of Dean’s disappointment at your lack of memory from the night before.

“Do you really want me?” you ask, terrified this was a tequila-induced dream.

“Since the day I met you. And if you’re interested, I’d like to see where we’d go. Together. As a couple.” For once, Dean looks incredibly shy and vulnerable, making your heart swell.

“I’d like that too, De,” you smile, giggling when he grins boyishly.

“Yeah?” he checks, and you nod.

“Yeah,” you confirm.

“Then, I think you should lay back and let me refresh your memory of last night,” Dean grins as he gently pushes you back down on the mattress and pulls your legs apart.

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By the Seashore

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: The heatwave in Teyvat is making you and the twenty-one (yes, twenty-one) men suffer. In order to not suffer from the intense heatwave in Teyvat and the abode, the twenty-two of you decided to take a trip down to the seashore of Yaoguang Shaol and visit the heart-shaped island.

Note: Since I have gotten about 5 requests (two coming from one person) about the Genshin men going to the beach with Isekai'd!Reader, I have decided to combine these requests and make them into one story instead of making five fics about going to the beach with the Genshin men. Yes, some of these have the word "beach" highlighted because I had to search for them through almost 180 messages in the inbox 💀 Man, this fic has caused me so many distresses; I wanted to give up so many times. For those who are new and those who are returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: The reader is female-bodied but still goes by gender-neutral pronouns! The reader's bathing suit reference is right [here]! Itto wears a revealing bathing suit that caught everyone off guard; the men are touchy, but is that a bad thing? (I mean, unless it's from weirdos, then yes), mentions of sexual innuendos.

Word Count: 10k words

Everyone was scattered around the living room in the estate, sweating from the intense summer heat in Teyvat. While the abode usually has a neutral temperature, it has been unusually hot these past few weeks. Not even the air conditioner in the estate can cool your overheating body down from the sweltering hot temperature. You’ve chugged cups of cold water, but it didn’t do much to help you cool down. You even tried snuggling up to the nearest cryo vision wielder, but he was just as sweaty as you were, and cuddling up to someone in this type of heat isn’t the best feeling in the world.

“Ah! It’s so hot that I’m sticking to Kaeya.” You whined, struggling to unlatch yourself from Kaeya’s body.

You unstuck your cheek from Kaeya’s boob window while Kaeya chuckles at your little discomfort. Hey, it’s not his fault that you assumed that a cryo vision holder like himself would be just as cold as his vision.

“Why are you cuddling with someone in the first place during a heatwave like this?” Diluc asks from his spot, fanning himself with the handheld fan that was gifted to you from a merchant in Liyue.

“I would assume that a cryo vision holder would be able to cool me off during a time like this.” You grumbled, grabbing the hem of your shirt and wiping your sweat-slicked skin with a look of grimace on your face. “Man, I can’t stand the heat!” You whined, getting up from the couch and beginning to pace back and forth around the living area of the mansion.

“What’s a good way for us not to deal with the intense heat in Teyvat?” Gorou asks, slumping against the wall while pressing a cold bottled water up against his face. His face was flushed from the heat, and quite frankly, so was everyone else’s face.

“Let’s go to Dragonspine.” You stated, pulling your shirt from your sweaty body. This heat was making you feel like the layers of sweat was your second skin, only it was even more uncomfortable.

“And what? Freeze to death!?” Scaramouche exclaims; you nod your head.

You would preferably freeze in the cold than die from the immense heat you and everyone else have been feeling for the last couple of weeks. You’ve never been a fan of summer; it’s too hot, the bugs are out biting and invading homes, the feeling of sweat sticking to you like a second skin. You hate it all! Not to mention, the heat makes it even harder for you to sleep because how can you sleep in bed peacefully without feeling like you’ve completely soaked your bed with sweat. Oh, and who could forget about waking up from your sleep drenched in your bodily fluids?

“While I wouldn’t mind going to Dragonspine, maybe it’s best not to go anywhere that has a sheer cold,” Thoma suggested.

“Looks like all of you will hate Snezhnaya if you can’t handle the weather conditions in Dragonspine,” Childe commented, taking his shirt off and tossing it over to the corner of the room.

“Is Snezhnaya just as bad as Dragonspine?” Itto asks, sprawled out on the wooden floor of the estate, his chest slowly rising in falling with each breath he takes. Childe makes an indescribable facial expression in response to Itto’s question. Maybe Snezhnaya is worse than Dragonspine! After all, it is a region that is ruled by the cryo archon herself, and it’s probably teeming with Fatui Harbingers and dangerous animals that inhabit the cold weather.

“I wouldn’t mind visiting Snezhnaya one day, and it’s better than Dragonspine, where there’s hardly any human life there. Aside from the Fatui Skirmishers lurking around.” You said, wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand.

“Then how else are we going to deal with the heat?” Kazuha sighs.

You perked up, “Oooh, I have an idea how we can deal with the heat!” You said, plopping back down on the couch beside Kaeya while lightly bouncing in your spot excitedly.

“Oh? And what is that idea of yours?” Kaeya asks, gazing at you curiously with his head leaning on the back of the couch, revealing his tanned collarbones. Man, if it weren’t so hot right now, you wouldn’t mind latching yourself onto Kaeya.

“[Y/N]? You there?” Venti asks, waving his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Oh! Right, sorry, I was caught up in my daydream.” You laugh sheepishly, hoping that the men will assume that the cause of your face being red was from the heat and not from your thoughts of attaching yourself to Kaeya.

“You were staring at Kaeya for quite a while,” Albedo says, raising an eyebrow at you. A smirk ghosted over Albedo’s face when your eyes widened at Albedo’s comment.

“The heat was making me delirious!” You sputtered, ignoring the looks the men were giving you. “A-Anyway! I think we should all go to the beach to beat the heat!” You spoke up, clapping your hands together.

“Oh, the beach, you say?” Heizou’s head perks up at your suggestion, and the look of mischievous appears on his face along with a tiny smirk.

“What’s on your mind, Heizou?” Aether asks, narrowing his eyes at the detective skeptically.

“I believe that Heizou is looking forward to going to the beach! After all, we’ve never visited the seashore before!” Said Baizhu, lightly patting his damp forehead with the back of his hand while Changsheng rested around Baizhu’s shoulders.

“If we were to visit the seashore, where would we go? The coast of Liyue, the coast of Mondstadt, or the coast of Inazuma?” Ayato questions, taking his coat off and hanging it on the back of the cushioned chair.

“Would the location of the seashore matter?” Xiao sighs, running his hands through his dampened hair.

“The location doesn’t matter, but perhaps the scenery matters to some people,” Zhongli says, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt. You stared at Zhongli’s arms, eyes almost the size of dinner plates. Not only was his tailcoat off and the sleeve of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, but he also didn’t have his gloves on at all. Now, you’re not one to have a hand kink, but the veins on Zhongli’s arms and the way his hands are so pretty made you second guess yourself for a moment there. Shit, maybe you do have a thing for hands. You slowly raised your hand up and slapped yourself in the face.

“[Y/N]! Why did you slap yourself!?” Dainsleif looks at you with wide eyes, his cape hung on the other unoccupied cushioned chair, and the sleeve of his shirt also rolled up to his elbows. Man, if you’re going to act like this when the men’s shirt sleeves are rolled up to their elbows, how are you going to react when the men are all shirtless and in swim trunks?

“I… was trying to think of a region to go to!” You said slowly before making a face at your own poor excuse.

“Well, do you have a region in mind, little one?” Pierro asks, cocking an eyebrow at you as he stares you down. You feel your breath getting caught in your throat when you see that Pierro has his sleeves folded up to his elbows as well, but a couple of buttons on his white button-up t-shirt were also unbuttoned. You couldn’t help but have an inkling feeling that they may or may not have done this on purpose.

“Why are you so flustered, [Y/N]?” Pantalone chuckles, giving you a sweet yet devious smile. Pantalone knew what was going on in your mind, and you didn’t like it one bit because you knew that he would use it to his advantage and make you even more flustered than you already were.

“It’s hot in the estate! People tend to become flushed when it’s hot, you know.” You retort, looking away from the men with a slight pout on your face while grumbling under your breath. Damn them and their way of making you flustered, and it’s not fair at all! How come there isn’t a time where you made them flustered instead of the other way around?

“Kitten, why are you so snappy? Is the heat getting to you, sweet thing?” Dottore coos, approaching you before snaking his arms around your shoulder to pull you up against his chest. You grumbled against Dottore’s chest, but your grumble was silenced by the sound of growling. You blinked and looked around the mansion at everyone’s faces.

“Since when was there a rabid dog in the estate?” Capitano asks, adjusting the mask over his head. Even though you couldn’t tell what expression he had under his mask, you knew that he was eyeing some of the non-Harbinger men in the living area. You didn’t know who was growling, but it seemed to be coming from almost all of the men aside from the four Harbingers that had just recently moved into the abode.

“If we’re still taking suggestions on where we should go, I recommend the Yaoguang Shoal!” Venti says, popping up between you and Dottore, forcing both you and Dottore to step away from each other. Venti had a cheeky smile on his face before throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Why the Yaoguang Shoal?” Diluc asks, taking his gloves off before wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

“Yeah, I’m surprised that you didn’t suggest going to the Falcon Coast in Mondstadt,” Kaeya says, leaning back against the couch with his legs spread out. It was as if Kaeya was trying to lure you to sit on his lap. I mean, you would, but since it’s so hot, you don’t think you’d want to deal with any cuddling or skin-to-skin type of contact until this heatwave was over.

“I believe that we all should go to the Yaoguang Shoal because there is this small island that is off the coast of Yaoguang Shoal that is heart-shaped! We should all go there with [Y/N] and take pictures there!” Venti bounces on the tip of his toes happily.

“Oooh! I’ve always wanted to go there ever since I discovered it!” You gasped excitedly, lightly patting Venti’s arms with elation.

“You discovered it?” Capitano asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes, before I was thrown into your guys’ world.” You said, nodding your head. “There’s a hidden chest there too, but I never unlocked it because no one went there with me.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“You need to be accompanied by someone to be able to find this hidden chest?” Dainsleif raised an eyebrow at your explanation.

You sighed dramatically and bobbed your head to Dainsleif’s question. You’ve tried to find solutions to uncover this hidden chest, but all of these “solutions” did not work out at all. You’ve tried putting up both of Zhongli’s pillars as Zhongli, but it didn’t work. You’ve even tried to do it as the geo traveler, but did it work? No, the chest is still hidden from plain sight.

“So, is the journey to the beach for some chest, or are we going to be relaxing there?” Ayato sighs dramatically, fanning his face with his sister’s folding fan (that he totally did not steal from his sister at all).

“Well, Ayato, we’ll be relaxing there, of course! But it’d be nice to visit the heartshaped island outside of Yoaguang Shaol and take some pictures there with all of you!” You reply, giving the men puppy dog eyes.

“Aw, snookums! Not the puppy dog eyes.” Childe coos, jogging over to where you stood before bringing you into a tight hug.

“When should we go then? It’s only eleven in the morning, almost twelve in the afternoon.” Scaramouche says, running his hands through his hair.

“Oh, we’re going today?” Aether asks, looking around at everyone’s face to get a confirmation of some sort.

“Yes, let’s go today because it’s so hot, and I just want to dip my feet into the cold ocean water.” You said; realization then hits you. “Wait, do you guys own swimsuits?” You pointed at everyone around the living area.

“Of course we do! How else are we dudes going to have some bonding time in the bathhouse?” Itto asks, crossing his arms over his sweat-slicked chest. You blinked at Itto and then looked up at Childe, who looked down at you.

“People are usually naked in bathhouses, aren’t they?” Albedo raised an eyebrow at Itto.

“Yes, people are usually naked in bathhouses. Although, there are some people that choose to wear coverings in bathhouses.” Gorou explains; Albedo slowly nods his head while stroking his chin with his gloveless hand.

“Well then, let us prepare for the beach and dress accordingly.” Zhongli states.

“How does one dress accordingly, Mister Zhongli?” Pantalone asks, giving Zhongli a cat-like smile as he looks at the ex-archon curiously.

“He means to get into your swimsuits; let’s get ready, or else the sun will start to set, and it’ll be too late for us to go to the beach,” Xiao says gruffly, glaring over at the black-haired Harbinger before disappearing into black and green mist.

“My, it seems like the little Yaksha isn’t too fond of us.” Dottore chuckles.

“Xiao does have a point, so let’s get ready for the beach and meet back here once we’re all dressed for the beach,” Baizhu says, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

One by one, people went to their bedrooms to get ready for the beach. As for the four Fauti Harbingers, they have their own mansions in the abode. You didn’t mind them staying at the current estate, but your seventeen other boyfriends insisted that the other four Fatui Harbingers have their own mansion to stay at. Therefore, the four Fatui Harbinger’s estate (it was more of a house since there were only four people staying there, unlike the main estate itself where there are eighteen people residing) has their own living space on the other side of the abode.

You walked into your bedroom and began to search for your newest bathing suit that you had bought while in Mondstadt. Technically the bathing suit is custom made tailored to your body; it was expensive, but you desperately needed the bathing suit because the color looks fantastic against your skin tone, and it hugs every curve of your body perfectly. You grabbed the bathing suit, the thigh garter that goes with the bathing suit, and shoes that match the one-piece bathing suit before walking to your bathroom to change into your bathing suit set. You stripped off your clothes before switching over to your bathing suit and zipped it up from behind before reaching over to the garter that goes with your custom-made one-piece bathing suit. You grabbed the shoes and put them on your feet, and checked yourself in the mirror.

“Cute!” You smiled, grabbing a hairbrush and beach towel from underneath the sink before heading out of the bathroom. You walk over to your wooden dresser and pull out an oversized t-shirt that you stole from Thoma (it still smells like him too). You slipped it over your body to cover up your swimsuit before exiting your bedroom. You paused in your step and slowly turned to look around your room to check if you were missing anything. Does sunscreen exist in Teyvat? You wouldn’t know because you hardly leave the abode, and if you were to leave the teapot, you wouldn’t be out in the sun all day long. How are you going to shield yourself from the scorching hot sun when hats technically don’t exist in Teyvat? Shrugging your shoulders, you walk out of your bedroom and downstairs to the living room, where everyone is waiting for you.

“Wow, you guys changed pretty fast.” You said, clutching onto your beach towel and hairbrush.

Kazuha’s eyes land on your hairbrush before pointing at it, “Why are you bringing a hairbrush with you?” He looks at you with a questioning gaze.

“Once we’re all done swimming in the ocean, your hairs are going to feel rough and very dry after. I think bringing a hairbrush would do something, but now that I think about it, I don’t think it will….” You trailed off, staring down at your lavender hairbrush.

“Is that my shirt?” Thoma points at the oversized t-shirt that was covering your bathing suit-clad body.

“Yes, it’s your shirt that I totally did not steal from your closet while you were away.” You said, smiling at Thoma innocently.

“You seem to like to steal other people’s clothes, don’t you?” Heizou asks, leaning up against you with an eyebrow raised and the corner of his lips quirking up, forming a tiny smirk on his face. You pursed your lips and nodded your head in response to Heizou’s question.

“Next thing you all know, each of you will be missing a shirt or two from your closet and dresser!” You said, giving the men a cheeky grin.

“You’re going to trespass into a man’s bedroom to steal an article of clothing from his closet and dresser?” Pierro asks, walking up to where you stood before staring you down. You stared at Pierro with wide eyes, unsure of how else to respond to his question. Of course, you’re going to go to the men’s bedroom and steal a shirt or two from their closet and dressers! One will be a t-shirt, and the other will be a button-up shirt! Simple!

“Yes, yes, I will! What are you going to do about it? Spank me for it? Punish me for taking a shirt or two from your closets and dressers? Pfft!” You scoffed, rolling your eyes sarcastically. Pierro places a heavy hand on your shoulders, shutting you up. Pierro leans down and looks at you right in the eyes, his eyes scanning your facial features closely.

“Do you want me to spank you? I can do that if you would like for me to spank you.” Pierro smirks. Your eyes widened, and you looked at the other men behind Pierro by peeking from the side.

“Let’s go to the beach now, shall we? We’re wasting precious time.” Diluc says, popping up beside you to your left with Kaeya standing at your right. Diluc and Kaeya nod at one another before grabbing hold of your hand, giving Pierro a glare before pulling you out of the estate.

“Pierro, you disgusting old man!” Scaramouche scowls, glaring over at the first Fatui Harbinger, electricity crackling loudly in his clenched fist.

Childe scoffs loudly, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk of his belief, “As if [Y/N] would go for someone that’s older than their parents!”

“My dude, my bro! Did you forget about Zhongli, Xiao, Dainsleif, and Venti? Pretty sure that they’re older than Teyvat and Parakeet alone!” Itto interjects, tossing his arm over Childe’s shoulders.

“Parakeet?” Gorou squeaked, stifling his laughter behind his hands while looking away from the four Fatui Harbingers in front of him. Gorou couldn’t tell whether Itto calling Pierro “Parakeet” was a mistake or if he was doing it on purpose.

“That’s true, but they all look youthful! Pierro, on the other hand….” Ayato trails off, making a face at the first Fatui Harbinger, who glares at him in return.

“Old and wrinkly like a raisin.” Heizou coughs into his fist. Aether nudges Heizou with his elbows, shooting a glare in Heizou’s direction.

“While I agree with you, just don’t say that to the strongest Harbinger’s face!” Aether hissed under his breath, loud enough for Heizou to hear him while giving Heizou a threatening look.

“As the red-headed boy said, we should go to the beach now! We’re losing precious time.” Pantalone says.

The men grumbled in response before walking out of the mansion. You, Diluc, and Kaeya were waiting for them at the waypoint. Diluc didn’t look too pleased after what had happened inside of the main estate; the thought of Pierro putting his disgusting hands in you made Diluc want to rip the first Harbinger’s white hair out of his head.

“How bold for someone as old as he is, wanting to place his hands on someone that is precious to us,” Kaeya says, draping his arms around your shoulders.

“Would it be bad if I said that I liked it?” You blurted out, causing Diluc and Kaeya’s heads to snap in your direction, their eyes wide in disbelief from the words that had come out of your mouth. “Shit, did I say that out loud?” You whispered, feeling yourself becoming flustered.

“Are we ready to go to the beach at Yaoguang Shoal?” Zhongli asks; everyone murmurs a “yes” and a “we’re ready” to Zhongli’s question.

“Then let’s teleport to the nearest waypoint in Yaoguang Shaol and perhaps visit the heartshaped island that [Y/N] really wants to visit,” Xiao says.

Upon your and twenty-one others’ arrival to Yaoguang Shaol, you were all immediately attacked by hilichurls and one ruin guard. Since you don’t have a weapon or wield a vision, you were stuck by Thoma and Zhongli’s side the entire time because they had shields and could protect you from the arrows and missiles that were flying at twenty-two of you.

“You know, when taking a trip to the seashore, you would’ve thought that we wouldn’t have to deal with any hilichurls or ruin guards. But it turns out we were wrong.” Thoma panted, his polearm disappearing in thin air before reaching down to the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

“I forgot that there are hilichurls and ruin guards and hunters around this area.” You said, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. You’re just glad that your cute bathing suit set came with matching shoes, or else you would’ve burned your feet on the scorching hot sand of Yaoguang Shoal. The twenty-two of you walked to the nearest shade on the beach before setting down your items in the shade. Once the beach towels were placed down on the sand in the shade, everyone started stripping their clothes off. You looked away from the men awkwardly, feeling your face becoming hot.

“[Y/N]....” Kazuha calls over to you, grabbing your attention from wherever you were looking (and it wasn’t at them).

“Are you not going to change out of your clothes?” Albedo asks, tossing his shirt on his beach towel.

“Or are you planning on swimming in the cold ocean water in Thoma’s shirt?” Baizhu asks, pointing down at the shirt that you currently have on.

“Or maybe [Y/N] wants to swim in the ocean naked! If they do, it’s their choice! No need to be so judgemental about it!” Dottore interjects.

You scoffed at Dottore’s comment and slowly walked over to where the men stood with your arms over your chest. Even though you have on a custom-made bathing suit that is catered to you, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit self-conscious about revealing your swimsuit to the men.

“Don’t be a creep, Dottore.” Capitano smacks Dottore upside of his head, making the icy blue-haired man scowl at the masked man.

“Oh, come on, [Y/N]! We’re all in our swimsuits! You’ll be fine!” Itto says, strutting up to where you stood. Your eyes nearly popped out of their socket when you saw what Itto was wearing. The other men's eyes widened, speechless from what they were seeing. How bold do you have to be to be able to wear something like that in public!?

“Itto, what in the Teyvat are you wearing?!” Scaramouche screeches, looking away from Itto with a bright red face.

“It’s my swimsuit, Scaramouche! What else do you think it is?” Itto flexes his biceps before doing poses.

“Itto, that is not a swimsuit; your ass is literally hanging out of that thing!” Childe exclaims, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I can’t believe that mankinis exist in Teyvat.” You whisper to yourself, doubling over, trying to get ahold of yourself.

“How are you not sweating in that shirt?” Dainsleif asks, leaning up against the rock that was sitting behind him, running his hands through his blond hair while his eyes are glued onto the shirt that you were wearing. You knew that Dainsleif is a very handsome man, but seeing him shirtless, in swim trunks, with his hair slicked back, does something to you.

“Oh, I am! It’s really hot, and I am suffering.” You gave Dainsleif a pained smile and a weak thumbs up.

“Then take your shirt off! Unless you want me to do it.” Dottore says, pinning you up against the rock behind you while his hands make their way up your thighs and to the hem of Thoma’s shirt. Childe gives Dottore a fake smile before grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him back, causing the icy blue-haired male to stumble back, shooting the ginger-haired Harbinger a death glare.

“Can’t we all just go one day without wanting to kill each other?” Heizou rolls his eyes, sitting down on the rock near your feet. You muttered a “no kidding” under your breath in response to Heizou’s question with an eye roll before letting out a loud sigh to grab the other’s attention. It looks like now is the time to reveal the custom-made bathing suit that you got for yourself. You never knew the day would come so by fast because you didn’t really think that you’d be swimming in Teyvat so soon.

“I’ll take Thoma’s shirt off, but all of you will need to turn around and not take a peek!” You said, grabbing the edge of Thoma’s shirt.

The men grumbled at your command before turning around with their bare backs facing your direction. Heizou sighs dramatically before getting up from where he sat and walking over to where the men stood, his back facing you while facing the rock in front of him. You couldn’t help but stare at each men’s bare back. Some are adorned with old and fresh scars and bruises. You bit your lip and brought yourself out of your little daydream before taking off Thoma’s shirt.

After you took Thoma’s shirt off, you were hesitant to let the men turn back around. Your bathing suit was on the more sheer side, but it does cover up some areas that need to be covered. It’s thin but not too see-through to the point where people would see everything. If people were to look very closely, they would’ve been able to see your belly button, that is, if they squint their eyes and stare very hard.

“Are you done?” Venti asks, his eyes covered by his hands. You didn’t know why he was covering his eyes with his hands when his back was facing your direction. Maybe it’s to stop himself from taking a peek?

Thoma begins to bounce in the spot where he was standing, “Can we turn around now?” Trying to fight the urge to turn around to see what type of bathing suit you were wearing to the beach.

“Yes, you may all turn around now.” You said, folding up Thoma’s shirt while the men turned to face where you stood. You walked over to your towel and placed it on your beach towel.

“Alright! Shall we finally swim… now…?” You trailed off, blinking at the way the men were staring at you.

“Archons.” Kazuha whispers, his pupils blown wide at the sight of you in your bathing suit. Kazuha covers the bottom part of his face while he examines you from head to toe. You knew that the bathing suit was on the sheer side, but to the men, it’s very transparent. But are they complaining about it? Hell no, they’re not going to complain about it!

“What are you guys staring at?” You ask, swaying on your feet while waiting for the men to reply to your question.

“Look at you, sweet thing! You’re looking quite delicious right now.” Kaeya purrs, approaching you with a sultry look in his eyes while licking his lips, ready to devour you.

“I’m sorry for staring, but I have to admire my breathtaking significant other looking so good in their swimsuit!” Childe says, walking beside Kaeya with the corners of his lips pulled up in a smirk.

“Gotta say, [Y/N] does look good in that swimsuit of theirs,” Ayato murmurs to Zhongli and Diluc, who nod their heads.

“Truly a work of art.” Zhongli clears his throat, lightly scratching his reddened cheeks to get his mind off of the fact that you were wearing a bathing suit that is quite revealing. Was he complaining about it? Kind of, because other men are ogling you, and he can’t have you for himself.

“Since when did [Y/N] have a custom bathing suit? This is news to me!” Diluc says, pulling his thick, fluffy red hair up into a high ponytail before letting his hands fall to his side.

“I can’t help but admire how their bathing suit cups the globes of their ass, making it look even more round than it already is,” Dainsleif mutters, causing the other men to turn their heads in Dainsleif’s direction slowly.

“[Y/N] has a perky ass; I’m really tempted to slap it just to watch them bounce,” Aether says, stroking his chin while his eyes were zeroed in on the globes of your ass.

“You can watch [Y/N]’s ass bounce when they’re riding me,” Pierro casually says while his eyes are scanning your body from afar, biting on his bottom lip. The men around him choke on air and saliva, giving the first Harbinger a heated glare, the one that was drilling holes into Pierro with their glare was Scaramouche. Scaramouche looked both horrified and very disgusted with what Pierro had said and implied.

“We didn’t need to hear that, Pierro.” Baizhu huffs, crossing his arms over his chest while looking away from the first Harbinger. While some men can discreetly agree that they’d like to see your ass bounce, they didn’t need a description or visual of your ass bouncing while— you know what, not even going to finish that sentence.

“The comment was uncalled for,” Albedo mutters, his face pinching up with disgust. Why did Pierro have to say that? The only person Albedo is okay with you riding was him and no one else! Well, as long as they’re not those four Harbingers.

“Can’t we just go and swim already? It’s really hot, and I am dying to feel the cool ocean water on my heated skin!” Gorou says loudly to grab everyone’s attention. You looked over at where Gorou stood while cornered to a giant rock by Kaeya and Childe.

“We’re wasting time here,” Xiao grumbles, rolling his eyes while standing close to Zhongli in the shade.

You nodded your head, “Yeah! What Gorou and Xiao said!” You squeaked, feeling yourself becoming flustered and shy while Kaeya and Childe’s hands were roaming around your body. “We should all go and swim in the waters! It’s hot, and the heat is making some of us, and by some of us, I mean me, delirious!” You gulped.

“Anything for you, gorgeous,” Pantalone says, reaching down to grab your hand and pressing a kiss on your knuckles. The two of you made eye contact; he gave you a flirtatious smile before sending a wink your way.

“Now, now, don’t fluster them any further, or else they’ll faint.” Capitano clicks his tongue in disapproval. Capitano walks over to where you were cornered before snatching you away from Kaeya, Childe, and Pantalone.

“Hey! You just can’t take [Y/N] from us!” Aether exclaims, running after Capitano with Heizou, Xiao, Gorou, Kazuha, Albedo, and Scaramouche following after him. Capitano tosses you over his shoulders, making you yelp and stare at the men with wide eyes. You opened your mouth to say something, only to be cut off by a sharp sting on your asscheeks.

“Ow!” You whined, going limp on Capitano’s shoulders while lifting your right hand up to rub the area where Capitano had slapped you.

“Did he just….” Dainsleif’s eyes widen.

“He certainly did,” Zhongli confirms, his hands tightening into fists while clenching his jaws when he heard a sharp slap echoing on the empty beach with your surprising yelp following after the smack.

“I’m going to kill him.” Diluc growls, chasing after Capitano.

“Not if I do it first, dear brother of mine!” Kaeya exclaims, running after Capitano with his sword materializing in his hands.

“Shall we start swimming now? Everyone is running to the ocean.” Baizhu says. The men left behind nod their heads before following after Baizhu toward the ocean. Capitano was about to drop you into the sea, but you quickly protested while squirming out of his hands.

“Don’t drop me in the water yet! I still want to get pictures of all twenty-two of us at the heart-shaped island!” You exclaimed, holding onto Capitano’s arms tight, hoping that he wouldn’t drop you into the cold ocean water.

“Oh, right! The island! How could we forget about that island so quickly?” Pantalone spoke up, approaching where you and Capitano were standing.

“Hand [Y/N] back to us right now, and no one gets hurt,” Xiao demanded. Capitano and Pantalone turn around, with you still in Capitano’s arm. Well, you were on his shoulders, so your ass was facing the men’s direction.

“Dear archons! How hard did you spank [Y/N]!? Their cheeks are red!” Gorou exclaims, his eyes widening in shock before glaring at Capitano, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“If any of you step any closer, I will drop [Y/N] into the ocean,” Capitano says, pulling you off his shoulders before holding you in the air, preparing to drop you into the water.

“Wow, using me as bait, how original.” You grumbled. “But really, though, can we go to the heart-shaped island before you dunk me into the cold seawater?” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest with a small scowl on your face.

“Alright, alright, it looks like Capitano won’t be dropping your cute ass into the water.” Dottore sighs dramatically, gesturing Capitano to put you down. Capitano walks over to the shore and places you down on the sand.

“Thank you.” You grumbled, looking around the beach for the lucky clover pinwheel that can take you to the heart island you’ve been dying to visit.

“What are you looking for?” Kazuha asks, his head tilting to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity.

“This one lucky clover spinning pinwheel thing that anemo vision holders can glide after triggering the pinwheel.” You said, rubbing your eyes.

“Isn’t there one on this island where the geo hypostasis is located?” Venti asks; you gave Venti a sad and pained smile while slowly nodding your head. You plopped onto the hot sand before laying down.

“Why are you laying on the sand? Wouldn’t it be better to lay on the beach towels instead?” Heizou asks, nudging your side gently with his barefoot.

“Leave me alone to die.” You sighed dramatically, rolling over to your side before grabbing a handful of sand and letting them fall beside your head. “There’s no way I’ll ever go to that island without having to teleport to another one.” You grumbled.

“Do not fret, little one. We’ll make the trip short and sweet.” Pierro says, pulling you up from the ground before carrying you bridal style and heading over to the waypoint.

“Hey! You’re not allowed to leave without us!” Thoma exclaims, running after the first Harbinger with the other men following close behind. After what felt like forever, you and the other twenty-one men have arrived at the heart island, finally.

You walked over to the heart and pointed at it, “Who wants to stand in this heart with me? Maybe a chest will pop up.” You step into the heart before facing everyone else with an expectant look on your face. You knew that it wasn’t a good idea to ask who was going to stand in the heart with you because you knew the men were going to fight over that spot on the heart. If they were to fight or argue over who gets to stand in the heart with you, they wouldn’t need to quarrel over it.

“I volunteer to stand in the heart with you, dearest!” Ayato says, walking over to you with a smug smile on his face.

Scaramouche rolls his eyes and grabs onto the Kamisato heir by the biceps before pulling him back with a glare. Ayato stares down at Scaramouche; an eyebrow cocked up with a questioning look on his face. As if you couldn’t sense it already, there was tension arising between the twenty-one men.

“If you want to be the first one to get into that heart with [Y/N], you might as well do it over my dead body.” Scaramouche declares.

“Ohoho! Death, you say?” Childe pops up between Ayato and Scaramouche, wearing a cocky smirk on his face.

“Guys, please, let’s not fight. I just want to take pictures and take a swim in the ocean.” You said, shoulders sagging dramatically before sitting down in the heart.

“Fine, anything for you.” Dottore coos, pinching your cheeks with an endearing smile on his face.

You smiled at Dottore shyly and grabbed onto the hand that was pinching your cheeks. The men behind Dottore all collectively scoffed in disgust and jealousy. Albedo pulls out the kamera and kamera stand, setting it three feet from where the heart was located. After placing the kamera on the stand, the men began to argue over who gets to take a picture with you first.

“I want to take a picture with [Y/N] first!”

“What! No, it should go in alphabetical order instead!”

“Alphabetical order?! What are we in elementary school or something?!”

“I believe that we should go in the order of who has met [Y/N] first when they’ve arrived at Teyvat.”

“Uh, Zhongli, that won’t be fair at all because some of us met [Y/N] later than others!”

“Then how about we go in the order of who started courting [Y/N] first.”

“Dainsleif, I get it that you’re almost as old as Zhongli, but that is the oldest thing I have ever heard.”

“That doesn’t make sense at all!” Aether nudges Heizou while giving Heizou a look.

“I mean, Aether and Dainsleif are friends, so maybe they’re both as ancient as Zhongli.”

You don’t know how many times you’ve sighed dramatically today, but you did it again anyway because these men stress you out without even trying. Perhaps taking pictures with the men by height would be best given that there are tall men and slightly shorter men.

“You know, let's start with height instead because I do not want to get any heatstrokes at all.” You said, wiping the sheen of sweat from your forehead.

“Wait, but that wouldn’t be as fair at all!” Kazuha says, looking over at the tall men with a look of displeasure on his face.

“It’ll be a group photo! Plus, after that, we can all take pictures together!” You said, smiling with satisfaction.

“But what if we want to take a picture with you individually to keep in our bedrooms for memories sake?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at you with his arms over his bare tanned chest. Archons, what a beautiful man.

“Kaeya has a point,” Xiao mutters, earning a smile from the calvary captain, who places his arm over Xiao’s head. Xiao rolls his eyes and pushes Kaeya’s arm off his head with a grumble. Kaeya laughs under his breath before crossing his arms over his bare tanned chest.

“If we all want individual memories with [Y/N], then we mustn’t fight over who gets to take a picture with [Y/N] first. It’ll take up our time at the beach, and I’m sure we all want to swim in the ocean right now because it’s quite hot outside.” Diluc says.

“Then let’s take the pictures right now before the sun starts setting,” Baizhu suggested.

You, and everyone else, thought that it taking pictures on the kamera would be pretty easy, but you were all wrong. The group photos went smoothly, surprisingly, but the individual ones of you and a certain man? That didn’t go too well. Kaeya and Diluc ended up having a small argument over who gets to take a picture with you first and said the oldest out of the two should be the ones to take a photo with you first, etc. The best part of the entire thing was when certain men wanted to do certain poses with you in the picture. You will be keeping the group photos while the men will keep their images of you and them (Zhongli will save an image of you and him, Kaeya will save the picture of you and him together, Venti will have the photograph of you and him together, etc.).

Running your hands through your hair, you ask, “You want to give me a piggyback ride in the picture?”

Thoma smiles and nods his head happily, “That’s correct! I think it’d be a cute pose for the picture.” Thoma says happily. You shrugged your shoulders and climbed onto his back with your arms over his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his waist while he grabbed onto the fat of your thighs. Albedo leans towards the kamera and looks into the lens, preparing to snap a photo of you and Thoma together. Right when Albedo was about to press the button, you leaned down and pressed a kiss on his cheeks. Thoma’s eyes widen in shock when he feels your lips pressing up against his cheeks, his face turning almost as red as the vision around his waist.

The kamera clicks, and a flash of light almost blinds Thoma. You pulled away from Thoma and got off his back before skipping over to where Albedo stood while Thoma continued to stand in the heart, his hand placed over the area where you had kissed him.

“A kiss on the cheek? How unexpected.” Pierro says, leaning up against the broken tower on the island.

Albedo hands the photo over to you; you happily grab the picture from Albedo’s grasp. “I think a little kiss makes the photo even cuter!” You said happily. You turned to Thoma and handed him the picture happily.

Albedo looks at you curiously while walking over to you from behind the camera. “I didn’t know that kissing is part of the pose options,” Albedo says softly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I mean, it can be!” You said, twirling your hair around your fingers while smiling at Albedo innocently. Albedo looks over at one of the men, then at the kamera. Thoma jogs over to the kamera before adjusting the height and position of it, making sure to get the perfect angle of you and Albedo inside the heart.

“Try not to get too touchy with my lover,” Pantalone says, giving Albedo a fake smile.

“Your lover? Oh please, they’re our lover! Don’t be selfish now, Pantalone,” Capitano scoffs, rolling his eyes underneath his mask.

Itto and Aether eyed Capitano for a moment, their heads simultaneously tilted to the side with their eyes squinting. Itto had his chin resting on his hand while Aether had both of his hands propped up at the side of his hips. It was hot outside at Yaoguang Shaol, and yet Capitano did not take his helmet off (then again, the other Harbingers still have their masks on as well, except for Pantalone, Childe, and Scaramouche). Was it even a helmet? It’s certainly not a mask like the ones Pierro, Dottore, and Childe wears.

“What are you two staring at?” Capitano’s voice pulls Aether and Itto out from their thoughts, only to see the Harbinger looking directly at the two. Well, technically, they couldn’t exactly tell if Capitano was looking directly at them or not, so they’re just going to assume that he was looking at them.

“How are you not sweating underneath that thing?” Itto asks, gesturing to Capitano’s mask while looking at the Harbinger with interest and curiosity. Capitano scoffs softly to himself before diverting his attention elsewhere, making Itto and Aether scrunch their faces up with judgment.

“I knew that he’s intimidating and doesn’t interact with those that are considered to be “weaker” than him, but who knew that he has a stick up his ass.” Aether whispers to Itto.

“Eh, that’s just how he is.” Childe pops up between Aether and Itto with his arms thrown over both of their shoulders.

“It’s true. Not even Capitano would look in Childe’s direction when Childe admires him.” Scaramouche says, walking towards the trio with his arms tucked in the pockets of his swim trunks.

Heizou interjects, “So what I’m hearing is that he will ignore everyone that isn’t at his level or above him.” Running his hands through his auburn-magenta hair with his right hand before shielding his eyes with the same hand.

“Oh, gossiping about [Y/N]’s other significant other, are we?” Dottore chuckles. Childe, Scaramouche, Itto, Aether, and Heizou grumbled in response. Dottore snickers before walking back over to where Capitano stood.

“That’s the pose we’ll be doing!” You clapped your hands; Albedo nodded before standing in the middle of the heart with you standing in front of him.

Albedo wraps his arms around your waist and dips you down, your right arm holding onto his shoulder while your left arm is around his mid-torso. Albedo leans down and brushes the tip of his nose against yours; one hand reaches up and caresses your face in that hand. You and Albedo stared deep into one another’s eyes, your gaze falling down to Albedo’s lips before looking back up at his eyes. Albedo was staring at you intently, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He gives you a small smile before pressing his lips against your cheeks, his lips trailing down to your jaws and to your neck. You squeaked and snorted out a laugh, your hand flying to your mouth.

“Albedo! I’m ticklish!” You whined, your face scrunching up while refraining yourself from squirming out of his grasp.

Albedo smiles against your neck before burying his face into your neck, causing you to let out a loud squeal before you break out in a laughing fit. The two of you were so caught up with one another that you and Albedo failed to hear the kamera click, nor did the both of you notice the light flashing coming from the kamera. Thoma plucks the image from the kamera and gazes at it; a small smile appears on Thoma’s face. The picture of you and Albedo is adorable. It looks candid, and the both of you didn’t seem to remember that you two were having your photographs taken. Just in your own little world, as if the both of you were the only people in Teyvat, basking in each other’s companies. Thoma walks over to you and Albedo with the picture in his hands before clearing his throat softly to grab your and Albedo’s attention. You and Albedo broke your gazes from one another before looking over at Thoma, who gave you two a stiff smile. Even though Thoma is also dating you, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sting of jealousy nipping at him. Oh, if only he could have you for himself and only himself. It wasn’t fair that he had to share you with the others, and Thoma is certain that the others felt the same way about sharing you with other people.

“Here is your picture, Albedo!” Thoma says, handing the photograph over to the chief alchemist. Albedo’s eyes brighten up before reaching over to the picture that Thoma held out for Albedo to take. Albedo slowly releases you from his grasp before looking down at the image in front of him. You peeked from his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but squeal softly.

“Aw! Look how cute we look in the picture, ‘Bedo!” You said, patting on his biceps excitedly.

“I didn’t even realize that we had our pictures taken.” Albedo chuckles, looking at you over his shoulders with a tiny smile on his face.

“Alright! Since everyone had their photos taken with [Y/N], shall we go back to Yaoguang Shoal to swim?” Baizhu asks, rubbing his hot shoulders. The twenty-two of you have been standing under the sun for so long, that you were sure that the top of your head is sunburnt. You grumbled and rubbed the top of your burning head before pressing the top of your head against someone’s back to prevent your head from burning even further. It was Gorou. Gorou jumps when he feels the top of your head pressing up against his bare back.

“Archons, [Y/N]! Your head is hot!” Gorou exclaims, turning around to look at you. You pouted and rubbed the top of your burning head while mumbling unintelligible words to yourself.

“Come on, dearest. Let’s head back to Yoaguang Shoal, and you can start swimming in the ocean.” Ayato says, wrapping his arms around your shoulders before guiding you away from the other men.

“Unless you prefer to sit in the shade to cool off before dipping your feet into the cold waters,” Zhongli says, rubbing your burning head with his hand.

“I would like both!” You reply, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand, wincing when you feel sweat gathering in that area. How long have you guys been staying at the beach anyway? It felt like hours because of how hot your head was feeling.

“Maybe we should have brought water and some snack with us to the beach,” Venti commented, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger while his lips were pursed.

Kazuha smiles, “Well, we can bring the abode with us anywhere we go! I’m sure we can bring the teapot out if some of us need to go on a bathroom break or snack break.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You know, sometimes I forget that we can take the teapot wherever we go.” You grumbled, leaning up against Ayato. “But I would like to sit in the shade first before dipping my toes in the ocean. My head is burning, and I don’t know how much longer I can go with my head exposed to the heat.” You added, covering the top of your head with both of your hands.

Kaeya places his hand on the top of your head before pulling his hand away from your head quickly, “[Y/N]’s not wrong. Their head is so hot that you can cook an egg on it.” A teasing smile appears on Kaeya’s face. You gaped at Kaeya’s comment before grabbing his hand again and putting it on your head.

“You have a cryo vision! Maybe you should try to cool my head down with your cryo vision!” You suggested, looking at Kaeya expectantly.

“I don’t think that’s going to work, and he might end up freezing you entirely,” Diluc says, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You know, ‘Luc.” You said slowly, turning towards your redheaded boyfriend. “I would much prefer that than feel the heat cling to my body like a second skin.” You said, shuddering while feeling your sweaty arms. Maybe being closer to the ocean water could help you cool down. But for now, you just need to take shelter in the shade, or else your head is going to be burnt. Back at the main point of Yaoguang Shaol, you sat in the shade with Ayato and Zhongli while the other men were splashing around in the cold ocean waters. You lay on your towel and close your eyes, feeling yourself beginning to drift off to sleep while the cool and salty ocean breeze cools you down.

“You’re not going to go swim?” Dainsleif asks, sitting down in front of your feet. You cracked your eyes open and slowly sat up, stretched your arms in the air, and yawned. You plopped back down onto your towel and rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hands, mumbling something the trio couldn’t understand.

“I want to, but suddenly I don’t have any energy left in me to go and swim in the waters.” You sighed dramatically before letting out another yawn.

“Perhaps you need a little push or a guidance of some sort,” Pantalone spoke up, walking over to where you lay. You looked over at Pantalone, and you felt your breath getting caught in your throat at the sight of Pantalone. Shirtless, wearing swim trunks, seawater dripping from his hair and body. He smiles at you and combs his hair back with his hands.

“A little push and guidance?” Diluc asks, walking towards Pantalone with his arms over his chest. Diluc was also dripping from head to toe because Kaeya had dunked him into the ocean. Diluc will get his revenge soon, but not now, of course. Diluc needed to find the perfect time to get back at Kaeya for pulling that stunt.

“Yes, a little push and guidance. Show them what you mean, Pantalone.” Pierro says, walking up to your little shade area on the beach. Pantalone grabs you by the waist and tosses you over his shoulders. You squealed loudly and looked at Zhongli, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, and Pierro with wide eyes.

“Pantalone! Put me down! I want to take a nap on the beach!” You said, lightly punching his bare muscular back. Pantalone smirks and walks to the ocean, his feet touching the wet sand. While you were complaining about not being able to take a nap, Pantalone proceeded to walk to the sea until he was waist-deep in the water. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the shore, only to see twenty other men staring back at him.

“Pantalone, what are you up to?” Xiao demanded, walking away from the small group of men huddling ten feet away from where you were laying.

“Pantalone, don’t you dare!” You said while he adjusted you into his arms, cradling you in his arms.

Pantalone looks down at you with an innocent smile on his face. Oh, archons, that smile of his is dangerous. Not only did he look good, but that smile of his was a little bit unsettling. Pantalone was up to something, especially with the way he was holding you. He reaches down and caresses your cheek before brushing the apples of your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs. Before you could open your mouth to say something, Pantalone suddenly releases you from his grasp, sending you straight to the cold waters.

“[Y/N]!” The seventeen men gasped, rushing into the waters to where you were dropped in. You emerged from the water, wiping the salty water from your face, and pushed your hair away from your face before shooting the look of betrayal over in Pantalone’s direction. The men froze in their spot, looking at you with their mouths agape. You didn’t notice the way all of the men froze and stared at you like a fish out of water.

“Pantalone, you ass!” You scowled, swatting at his biceps. “Out of twenty-one of you, I don’t think I can trust you again after the stunt you just pulled!” You said, wringing the water out of your hair while walking back to shore.

“Aw, come on, muffin! Don’t be mad at daddy, now!” Pantalone chuckles, following after you.

“What the fuck did he just call himself?” Childe whispers to Scaramouche, and the two trade looks of horror with one another before their faces scrunch up in disgust.

“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear Pantalone call himself ‘daddy.’” Scaramouche’s face scrunches up in disgust, holding himself back from gagging.

“I think that’s what Parakeet wants [Y/N] to call him,” Itto whispers loudly, looking mildly disturbed and traumatized.

“I believe that calling Pierro ‘grandpa’ will suit him more than ‘daddy,’” Aether whispers, covering his mouth with his hands while trying to act casual.

“Right because the first Harbinger is too old to be called daddy.” Heizou snorts.

“Mayhaps calling him ‘ancestor’ suits him more than ‘grandpa’ and ‘daddy.’” Thoma mused, stroking his chin.

Ayato runs up to you and wraps your towel around your body, and shoots a glare at the others who wouldn’t stop ogling you. Zhongli rushed you to the shade and made sure that you didn’t hurt yourself or accidentally ingest the ocean water.

Dottore walks up to you, Ayato, and Zhongli with a teasing smile on his face. “Why are you covering [Y/N] so suddenly? Surely, they must’ve liked the cool temperature of the ocean water!” He quirks up an eyebrow at the three of you.

“Their swimsuit was see-through.” Ayato hisses, tightening his grip on the towel that was wrapped around your shivering body.

“Wasn’t it already see-through?” Pierro asks, standing in front of you, Dottore, Ayato, and Zhongli. The way he towers over the four of you was intimidating, and the way he was looking at you sent chills down your spine.

“The swimsuit was slightly transparent until [Y/N] was dropped into the ocean.” Zhongli glares at Pierro, standing close behind you with both of his hands on your shoulders. Venti stands in between you and Pierro, giving the first Harbinger a wary look, his eyebrows narrowing. Venti reaches behind him and grabs onto your cold hands. You couldn’t tell if it was you that was shaking or if it was Venti that was shaking.

Venti turns to you and gives you a gentle smile, “Let’s go to the shade and have you warm up. I bet you’re freezing.” Venti brushes your rough hair to the side. You nod your head and let Ayato, Venti, and Zhongli escort you to where you were previously lying before Pantalone came along to snatch you up and drop you into the cold waters.

“Venti,” You spoke up softly; Venti turned to look at you with a cute smile. Ah, so you weren’t hallucinating at all. There was a strange mark on Venti’s face, along with the other shorter men whom you’re dating.

“Yes, Windblume?” He coos softly, squeezing your hands lightly while guiding you to your designated area under the shades.

“Why do you, Xiao, Albedo, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Gorou, Aether, and Heizou have that mark on your faces?” You poked his left cheek while staring at the said mark.

“The eight of them were having a little competition to see who, out of the eight of them, would survive in the wilderness,” Zhongli spoke up.

“Who’s winning so far?” You ask Venti.

“Me, of course!” Venti boasts.

“Well, that’s a load of boar shit.” Xiao blurts out, rolling his eyes. You snorted and covered your mouth with your unoccupied hand. Hearing those words coming out of Xiao’s mouth completely blindsided you, but it was one of the funniest things you’ve heard him say out loud.

“We haven’t gotten far in our competition because of that Harbinger that has dropped you into the ocean,” Kazuha says, pressing his warm hands up against your cold cheeks.

“But if we’re being honest, I’m winning the competition so far,” Gorou interjects, his ears twitching with happiness and pride. You smile at Gorou and reach up to scratch behind his ears, making him perk up and lean into your touch while smiling in ecstasy. Perhaps after today, you’ll choose to find a swimsuit that won’t rile the other men up too much, but you’re not sure if you’d be allowed to go to the beach again after this, especially if the other four Harbingers are tagging along.

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