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mooooonnnzz · 5 months ago

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I saw your earlier post on Platonic fics and Im a sucker for them so here u go : father figure stanford headcannons maybe takes place after he comes back from the portal, reader is an adventurous spirit that works at the shack and maybe secretly helped stan get his brother back? Idk im just throwing things here lol

You Know I Love You Still

Stanford x daughter!reader

💗 stanford dad hc!!

💗 i literally saw the request it and started writing and got a lil carried away �� its like half story half hc? if that makes sense

💗 requests r so open rn! i def dont have any fav requests… (anything platonic or familial will be the first ones i write i LOVE those types of requests)

💗 the age of the reader is young like 16/17? ik that lowkey contradicts with the time line but wtv STANFORD DAD HC!!

💗 it’s a little bit of everything? like it’s not only just reader and stanford, the twins r also included in some scenarios and also stan

💗 a big happy family 😭

💗 fem reader gulp i completely didnt realize until i was done that i used she/her when referring to the reader

💗 next fic will use gender neutral pronouns I SWUEAR!!

💗2k words

💗 i apologize for rhe misspell and mistakes i didnt catch in advance

Working together with your Uncle Stan to build the portal to bring your dad back to the right dimension was tiresome. Nights were sleepless and many of them were spent in the underground lab, where you and Stan did everything possible to assemble the portal. Trying to keep such a secret away from the twins and Soos was unexpectedly hard. The knowledge of hiding someone so vital to you and to your Uncle Stan was weighing down on you and him. Then came the day where his awaited arrival was promised. You could barely sleep that night. You thought of so many different possibilities and scenarios of how you would greet him. Would he remember you? Did he ever miss you? Does he even love you?!

The next day came in like a tornado and before you knew it, you were protectively standing in front of the button; trying your absolute hardest to prevent the twins from pressing the button.

“Why do you guys want to stop the portal so badly!” You yelled over the loud swirling wind that emitted from the portal. “Because it’s dangerous!” Dipper retorted, using his arm to shield him from the debris whizzing past him. “G-Grunkle Stan isn’t who he says he is!” Dipper said, stepping closer to you.

“Whatever you guys saw or heard isn’t what you think it is! Please, you need to believe me.” You begged, your eyes brimming with tears. You’ve worked so hard to get this portal up and running and you weren’t going to let Dipper or anyone stop you from being able to see your dad.

Soos came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry, dude.” He picked you up and took you away from the button. “Soos, no!” You thrashed around his hold. You pound your fists against his arms, hoping it’ll loosen his grip on you but nothing you did worked. No matter how much you begged and fought against him, he didn’t budge. He just held you closer to him, muttering ‘I’m Sorry’ under his breath.

“This all stops now!” Dipper raised his hand, palm flattened out, ready to push the button when Stan appeared at the doorway. “Don’t touch that button!”

He’s hunched forward, hand leaning on the frame of the doorway as he pants. Relief washes over you upon seeing Stan. Silence fills the room for a minute and all you can hear is your heart hammer against your ribcage. Stan walks towards Dipper, beckoning him to not press the button.

“If you just let me explain—“ He’s cut off by his watch repeatedly beeping. Suddenly the ground begins to shake.

The portal powers up and the circle enlarges. The electricity spazzes and travels throughout the room, creating streaks of electrical power. Your feet lift off the ground and soon everyone’s floating up in the air. The wind is fierce and it’s whipping through every direction, pushing you towards the wall.

Dipper yells at Mable to turn off the portal before it causes anymore damage. She tugs herself closer to the button using a stray cable and while she wraps herself around the neck holding up the button, Stan is begging her to listen to him and to not press the button. He’s soon tackled by Soos who pushes him away from Mable. They all fight with each other and you’re watching with a bated breath.

The portal pulses with power, sending you back first into the wall. Stan and Dipper bicker back and forth and Mable is torn with the decision of either believing her brother or her Grunkle. She lowers her hand, eyes closed and you're almost convinced she’s going to press the button when she lets go of the button. She floats up with her arms raised. “Grunkle Stan, I believe you.” She says.

“Mable, are you crazy?! We’re all gonna—!”

The world flashes white and you're immediately knocked out. You awaken to yourself plummeting face first down to the floor. You groan, pushing yourself up with one hand and the other wiping off the dust on your face. Looking around you can see your family scattered around the room, each of them slowly waking up from whatever happened and stumbling back to their feet.

Your head quickly whips towards the portal and your heart lurches into your throat upon seeing a figure step out of it. He stands still, staring straight ahead as he takes off his hood and goggles. And what hid behind them was your father.

After the initial shock of meeting the one behind the three books and the reveal of him being related to Stan was pushed aside, you presented yourself with the help of Stan. “H-Hi, Dad.” You awkwardly greet yourself.

His eyes stop on you and he freezes, eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar. He takes a minute to process the absurdity of the situation before he’s snapping back to consciousness. He blinks once, his mouth stuttering as he finds the right words to say. He then blinks again, stepping a cautious step towards you. Your name softly spills out of his mouth and your heart soars hearing your Dad finally utter your name again.

You take a step forward and then another and another until you’re face to face with him. Being closer to him allowed you to see how much he has aged since the last time you saw him. “Dad…” You whisper, throwing yourself into him.

A light wheeze escapes his mouth from the sudden impact of your body crashing on him. Once he recovers, his arms are quickly wrapped around you, hugging you with so much warmth and love you almost sobbed right then and there.

He snuggled his face against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent he missed so dearly while he was away. “We have so much to catch up on.” You say so quietly that he almost lost your words if it wasn’t for you being directly near his ear. He hums in affirmation, cherishing the long awaited reunion with his daughter.

“I feel like this is another part where one of us faints again.” Mable says in utter disbelief at the scene that unfolded in front of her. “Ohoh!” Soos laughed out. “I’m so on it, dudes.” As if on command his eyes roll to the back of his head and he faints flat on his back.

HEADCANON TIME!!

• You weren’t really expecting to talk to him much due to Stan wanting to talk to his brother, but after their fight, he came looking for you. When he found you, you were sitting on the couch that was outside on the porch. You were reading a book you recently purchased from the bookstore. Nose deep in your book, you failed to realize Ford standing beside you. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his trench coat. Quietly he asked, “Is there room for one more?”

• The night was spent with the two of you getting to know each other. From your favorite color to your favorite show, what food you like to eat and so on. Ford wanted to fully understand and know you as a person. He wanted to make up all the years he lost with you.

• The next day, you awoke to the smell of your favorite breakfast food being cooked. With haste you pushed your blanket off of you and slipped on your slippers and sped off into the kitchen where Ford was buttering the pan. He looked over to you and flashed you a smile. “I made you your favorite.” He said, motioning over to the table where he laid out your breakfast. “You didn’t have to do this.” You scratched your cheek, a small laugh of surprise leaving you. “I’m just doing what I always dreamed of doing.” He shoveled out his breakfast onto his plate using a spatula. “How’s the food, kiddo?” He asks, placing the pan and spatula on the dirty side of the sink. “Actually pretty good for someone who hasn't been in this dimension for over a decade!” You jest, taking another delicious bite from your breakfast. Ford jokingly rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair as he walked past you and sat down on his chair. “Already poking fun at me.” He said, shaking his head.

• Stanford knew he had to focus on his projects, he had so many things he left unfinished that he'd been dying to get his hands on the minute he stepped foot into his dimension. But he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from you. He loved seeing you interact with the twins, he loved watching how pieces of his personality shone through you. Like the way you’re so meticulous with where you put things, or how you were forever curious about the things around you, and even the abundance of questions you’d mutter to yourself as you discovered something new. That’s all of him right there, in front of him and he couldn’t grasp such a thought that you were his!

• He finds himself gazing upon baby photos Stan took of you when you were younger. Even if he’s angry at his twin currently, he’s forever grateful that he documented such beautiful memories in a scrapbook. “Y’know, I used to tell stories about you to her.” A shriek leaves Ford. He jumps forward, the scrapbook tumbling down his lap and onto the floor. “You idiot! Be careful.” Stan sneered, kneeling down to the floor to pick up the scrapbook. “Stanley!” Ford leans his head back, trying to regain his composure. “You scared me!” He says. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Stan waves him off, grabbing the scrapbook and tucking it in between his arms. They stand in awkward silence, eyes darting around the place uneasily. “Did…” Ford starts, shattering the silence. “Did she like the stories you told of me?” Stan smiles fondly, nodding his head. “She loved them. She thought you were some stupid amazing superhero, no matter what I told her.” Ford furrowed his brows. “Wait, what do you mean by no matter what you told her?” Stan nervously laughed. “Hey, why don’t you keep looking at these photos! Wait here, look at this one. Haha! She’s trying to eat her toes, isn’t that adorable?” “Stanley.”

• Outings between the two of you were very common. He loved being tugged around the town of Gravity Falls by you as you pointed at various different shops and locations. You told him the reasons why you hated them or loved them, and some were tied to stories that happened within the summer. He seriously questioned how you and the twins survived so many times where you were just so close to death. The mall was a place where you and him resided the most. With the money he took from Stan, he paid for almost everything you wanted. Entering the shack with so many bags was a shock to everyone. “Woah! Did you buy the whole mall?” Mable jokes, grabbing one of the bags to help you with the load. “Basically,” you laughed, instructing Mable to rally Soos and Dipper to have a little haul of what you bought. Stan watched with a raised brow as you stumbled into the living room with Mable following closely behind. “Where did you get all the money to buy her all of that?” Stan asks. “Just stole some money from some hobo.” Ford said, walking into the living room to join in on the haul. Stan didn’t understand what he said and opened the cash register. When he saw all the money he had stored the day before gone, it all clicked.

• Adventures out in the woods is a must. Gathering the twins and your dad, all four of you venture out into the woods in hopes to find something new. “Why couldn’t Grunkle Stan tag along with us?” Mable asked as she kneeled down to pluck a flower from the dirt. “Because he’s being a wet towel.” Dipper muttered, scribbling down a rough drawing of the flower Mable was picking in a book you bought him. “So what kind of anomalies you three stumbled upon?” Ford questioned. You and the twins began to dump everything onto him, from when you started seeing them to when Dipper and Mable came. Ford couldn’t truly focus on what they were saying, mostly because it was a jumbled excited mess of words, but partially because he was astonished with the trio in front of him. They went through so much and yet they’re still so headstrong. He could definitely see a little bit of him in Dipper and Mable.

• Stan would find you and Ford fallen asleep on the couch or in his lab, all huddled up together and completely knocked out. Snores filled the room and he found it amusing that you and him both snores the same. Videos and photos were definitely taken by Mable.

• Ford would tell stories of his adventures in another dimension to you. Stemming from how he started from the ground up to him getting banned from many other dimensions for stealing parts. “You’re not so different from Uncle Stan,” You laughed, shaking your head. “What! It was only a few…hundred dimensions.”

• There’s times where you’d wake up in a cold sweat, afraid that your Dad finally coming back was just a painful dream your brain played on you. But when you would get ready to find him, you’d step on his stomach or back. “Ough!” Ford groaned out in pain. Being suddenly woken up from his sleep, he sat up, looking around confused. “What are you doing sleeping on the floor?” You sat back down on your bed, pulling the blankets over you. “Is there a problem with me sleeping on the floor?” Ford asks, looking at you with squinted eyes. “No, no.” You laid back down on your bed. “Go back to sleep. I’m better now,” You say, somewhat amused with Ford sleeping on the floor beside your bed. “Goodnight, I love you.” You brush your fingers playfully across his face to annoy him. He shoves your fingers away from his face, huffing out. “Goodnight,” He shuffles to his side, looking up to you with a small smile. “I love you more, kiddo.”

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mistymisfit · 5 months ago

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Hounds of love

Summary: Jason wakes up from a bad dream, lucky for him he's got you to make him feel better. Based on the song Hounds of love by Kate Bush (and that post I made in april)

warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship ,I think it's gender neutral but lmk if I missed anything.

wc: 1,5k

a/n: sorry for the --summarized-- psychoanalysis class lol (this has been in my drafts since april idk why I didn't post sooner)

Jason had always yearned for love, any type of love he could get. Ever since he was a child, afraid and hiding in the dark cold streets of Gotham, he's always wanted to be loved- to be so full of love he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. But he's always been a coward, every time someone would get close enough he'd start fighting it, self-sabotaging as if he subconsciously knew he did not deserve it. His own father, his mom, his stepmother, Bruce, he'd been let down time and time again by the adults in his life supposed to protect him. If they couldn't give him what he wanted, love him, who could?

The dread, or rather the certainty he had over being unlovable shadowed over him, as much as he tried to push it down and pretend he didn't need it. His own biological parents left him, they never wanted him. The very people who were supposed to love him, he was their son. They brought him into this world, it was their responsibility. Then he'd say he didn't even like Bruce to begin with, who cares if he chose to adopt him? Who cared if he looked up to him so dearly once as a child? He had died under his care, Jason had almost everything he wanted and went ahead and ruined it-- all because he was too afraid to accept it, because he was too stubborn. You just had to go after him on your own, he'd blame himself.

Now he keeps having this recurring dream; he's being chased by something in some woods, and he keeps running. He wants to ask for help, he really does but his mouth won't open. Then he gets to a lake, takes his shoes off, throws them in the lake and takes two steps on the water. Some days that does it, he feels like the thing is no longer chasing him. But most days he wakes up before he can feel he's lost the thing chasing him.

Tonight he's holding a wounded fox in his hands, attacked by bigger animals, in the midst of escaping. The poor thing looks at him with kind, almost human, eyes. He feels its little heart pounding fast on its chest, the little animal feels familiar. He knows this fox from somewhere else. How else would it let him hold it? Why else would he stop running, too guilty to leave it alone? He feels ashamed of running away, but he has to. He's too scared to be there, he doesn't know what makes him so afraid to leave the poor animal on its own. None of this was real, there was nothing following him, he's never seen what's after him. So why couldn't he stay with the fox?

This night he wakes up sweating, agitated and with his heart kicking his ribs. He immediately kicks off the covers, and takes off his shirt when he feels the cotton starts to itch and stick to his skin. He knows he should try to calm himself down before he wakes you up, you had to be up in a few hours.

"Jay?" You slur, barely a whisper.

"Sorry my love," He apologizes, looking back to you rubbing your eyes "I'll go sleep on the couch"

"mmm, stay" you hum, still groggy with sleep but a hand of yours reaches out for him "bed's too cold"

He takes your hand in his before cuddling back next to you under the covers, limbs getting tangled together once again. And before he knows it he's got his head on your chest as you wrap your legs around him to keep him close.

"Where'd your shirt go?" You mumble, hands softly going across the expanse of his back.

"You complaining?" He teases to distract you and it works because you shake your head no with blushed cheeks. His hands sneaked under your clothes to hold you in a way that was almost a tradition now. He'd reach for your skin just to feel you there, to make sure you're safe and next to him and you weren't some hallucination he'd made up in his loneliness. If Jason had to he'd die and come again, crawling out of his coffin if it only meant he'd get to hold you like this one more time.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask

"About what?" He hums, too comfortable in your embrace to even be bothered with remembering what he was so stressed about.

"Why you are awake" There's a beat of silence after the sentence has come out of your mouth. The only thing that can be heard is the city's never-sleeping traffic in the distance. He doesn't want to burden you with something as measly as a dream, so what if it made him wake up in a sweat? It made no sense so he had no reason to be upset.

"Had a bad dream, wasn't really a nightmare..." He confesses after the silence." 's stupid go back to sleep"

"It's not stupid, tell me about it"

"Baby" He sighs, hoping he sounds pissed off enough for you to drop the subject.

"What? A dream can be your subconscious trying to get something you can't when you're awake"

"Mine must hate me"

"It doesn't, but it may want something youre not aware of"

"Since when do you know so much about dreams? Nerd" He teases, nuzzling his head to you. Realizing you're just as stubborn as him, he accepts defeat and tells you about his dream, "There's a thing chasing me and I'm running through some woods"

"What's the thing?" You ask

"I don't know" He scoffs, quick to dismiss it.

"Just think about it," You hike your leg higher up his waist and squeeze him closer to you if it was possible. "how did it feel?"

Tangling himself with you to the point where he can't tell where you end is where he feels like he can be vulnerable. Only when it feels like he might just become one with you he can let his guard completely down. So he sighs and takes a moment to do what you ask. He knows damn well what is after him, he's always known.

"Me, I think," He hides his face even further into your chest."my feelings"

You only hum in response, so he asks "Is it hard to love me?"

Now you understand where the dream came from. The moment he connected the thing chasing him with its meaning awoke an insecurity, something he was trying to keep buried down. So you waste no time in your reply.

"Loving someone has never come easier to me"

He finally lifts his head up, big blue eyes swelling up with tears. He looked so helpless but at the same time so full of devotion for you. He's loved, you love him, so it must mean that he can be. If he's deserving of your love, your selfless and pure love, then he's not unlovable. He kisses your jaw, and then your neck hearing a soft sigh of his name coming out of your lips. Knowing he's handed you his own heart in a silver platter, that he is yours to do as you please, Jason can rest at ease that you'd never harm him.

"Why do you ask?" You don't let yourself get distracted by his kisses.

"It's just that-" He sighs, maybe he can be vulnerable one more time with you. So he fights against the need to push you away and tries to find the right words "Don't think anyone's ever felt that with me, ever"

"Jay, your father became a henchman to provide for you," you point out, holding his face with both of your hands "Catherine raised you like her own, and believe it or not Bruce loves you, even if he's too emotionally constipated to show it"

He scoffs at that last part, blinking away the tears brimming his eyes, which, in your opinion, made them look shiny like a tainted glass panel in a church.

"Your older brother, loves you too, he calls me to see how you're doing every other week 'cause you won't answer him" You continue, "So does Alfred"

"Let's go back to sleep, okay?" He stops you; the sudden reality check is much more than what he could process at the moment. He's been so deep into his own thoughts, what he believed to be truth, that he didn't even bother to see it from a different perspective.

"You didn't even tell me what happened in your dream" You insist with a pout.

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm sorry I kept you up"

"I'm not" You smile, giving him a quick peck on the lips. A hand cups your cheek, making the kiss longer. You know that if he was on a better mood he would've said something along the lines of it not being a proper kiss. You giggle against his lips, and Jason just wonders how was he ever able to function without you.

#hiding this in the tags but the fox was meant to represent reader- like he's afraid of ruining things w them bc he believes himself #to be unable of being loved #but at the same time he wants to stay w them #so he's ashamed of leaving something he wants so badly #anyways i could go on w the dream's symbolism #psych major (derogatory)#w: jason #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader angst #kinda #jason todd x reader fluff #red hood x reader

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motthe · 1 month ago

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OKAY- idk if requesting twice is okay or not- but if you have the time! Can we see more Mel and reader (lumen au or otherwise)? Where reader has what is essentially Amara’s job but more so a bodyguard type? Mel helped them out at one point and now they protect her and help her with whatever she needs! (Like finding a gift for Jayce or Passive aggressively spitting her mother) and she does the same for them with viktor and egotistical higher ups? Basically just them being each others solace, confidant that knows of the others past while helping them get to the future they deserve with Jayce x Mel & Viktor x reader sprinkled in, (first meetings, first signs of affection, etc) for all parties!

(can be ignored if your busy or otherwise dw ;3)

I hope you enjoyed this!!! I took some creative liberties and placed this in S1 arc 1 :)

warnings: gn!reader, mention of scars and sleep problems, non-sexual nakedness (you’ll get it when you read lol)

Mel rose from her desk, the wide reaching window behind her dark. There were always a few days out of the week she would stay late. She never left anything half-finished and if it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t finished.

“Fancy a stroll through the Academy?”

You repositioned yourself from leaning against the wall, raising an eyebrow. The woman approaching you was an esteemed council member and a child of Noxus. Above all that, she held a dangerously sharp mind.

With you, a trained guard from birth and accepted by her bitch of a mother, you two made quite the confidants.

“Why?” you asked, knowing you were going whether you fancied the idea or not. Where she went, you went.

“Why not?” Her grin was infectious, but you saw the mischief swimming in her eyes.

“It’s far past lockup, for one,” you began, grabbing the door for her. Your belt clicked with the movement, the weight of your gun and knives shifting. “We also have no business with the Academy.”

“We may not, but I have a feeling someone does.”

You hummed, your steps shadowing hers for every beat. Every turn down a hall, your eyes were skating for anything amiss. “This wouldn’t have something to do with a certain expelled scientist, would it?”

She hummed, smiling and confident from where you walked adjacent.

That poor man, you couldn’t help but think. Catch Mel’s eye and you’re stuck under a microscope until she loses interest.

“Maybe Heimerdinger has stayed late with that assistant of his,” she said, gaze cutting to you. Your eyes narrowed in warning.

You changed the subject. “What makes you think that Talis fellow would sneak into the Academy the night of his expulsion?”

“His things are to be destroyed tomorrow morning.”

“If we get all the way to the Academy and you’re wrong—” you complained.

“A trip to your favorite spa, paid.” She stopped, tilting her head towards you. “And if I’m right?”

You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll pose for that painting.”

She pursed her lips, flexing her fingers.

You crossed your arms and bit out, “No.”

“It’s nude or nothing, darling,” she teased. “I need the practice.”

“You need nothing,” you scoffed, continuing in front of her to check the entrance to the council’s building. The usual enforcer’s we’re making their rounds, tipping their hats to you.

Mel stepped out next to you, shoulder nudging yours. Your sigh trailed into the night air.

“Fine.”

Her golden freckles crinkled with the grin that pulled at her lips.

“Did you bring a flashlight?” Mel asked quietly. You gave her the flattest expression known to man in response. “May I borrow it, please?”

“No, you may not,” you answered. Even in the dark you sensed her scowl as you passed, taking up the front. “If I need to shoot someone, I need to see.”

“So violent,” she murmured. “Honestly, he doesn’t seem the type.”

“Then he’d make the perfect assassin,” you chuckled, lowering your voice as you opened the door to the staircase. “Besides, we want to go undetected, don’t we?”

“If no trouble is afoot, then I wouldn’t mind a second look at this research,” she revealed, only adding to a long night ahead.

“What are you expecting to find?”

She chuckled. “I do love a good surprise.”

You scoffed quietly as you climbed the steps ahead of her. “You would, miss know-it-all.”

Reaching the floor that held Heimerdinger’s office, you glanced through the window on the door before slipping it open. Mel kept her steps light as you both moved through the darkness. As you crept on, you noticed a faint glow reaching around the corner and glanced at Mel, scowling.

She wore the look of a winner in the blue-tinted of the moonlight shining through the distant window. Slowly, she mouthed the word ‘nude’.

You shook your head, pulling your flashlight out as you motioned her to follow you. The tinkling of keys and the gears of a lock turning left you with one hand on your gun and the other pointing the flashlight forward. You held off on spotlighting the infiltrator when you noticed two figures sneaking around Heimerdinger’s door.

“So far so good,” came a familiar ethnolect. You clicked the flashlight on to confirm your suspicions.

Oh, shit.

Jayce Talis and Viktor, of all people, were caught red handed, hands guarding their eyes as they were overwhelmed by the brilliance.

“Willing to risk exile for your endeavor,” Mel spoke, taking up the space on your right as she stared the two men down. “That’s quite the conviction.”

“A counselor,” Talis breathed.

Viktor chose another path, turning towards the door in a dramatized show of confusion. “Wait a minute, this isn’t my bedroom…”

“Guess those aren’t your keys either?” you hummed, moving your hand off your weapon as he looked up at you.

“Actually, they are permitted to be in my possession,” he corrected as he stood from his crouch.

“Just like you’re permitted to be here, past lockup,” your eyes fled towards Talis before focusing his pinched gaze “with a freshly expelled student.”

“Eh,” he shrugged, “that one, not so much.”

“Please,” Mr. Talis begged, stepping in front of Viktor, eyes locked on Mel. You positioned yourself between them, hand back on your gun as you pointed the flashlight towards the man. He winced, only passing you a slight flare in retaliation. “We can prove that it works.”

“You couldn’t do so earlier today,” Mel pointed out, expression deadened and feigning disinterest. Seen you had two actors in your midst. “How is tonight any different?”

“We figured out how to stabilize it,” Viktor explained.

“I’m surprised to find the professor's assistant mixed up in this,” she murmured to you.

“No, he’s my new partner,” Talis argued, placing a hand on Viktor’s shoulder. Your stomach tightened.

“Even if you managed to prove your theory the council would destroy it.” Mel burst their bubble with brutal honesty.

“Heimerdinger will recognize the potential,” Viktor stated.

“He already does,” she told him, “it scares him. It scares them all.”

“What about you?” Talis asked, determined.

“I recognize that any worthwhile venture involves risk…”

Your head turned a second before theirs, picking up on the whistling and footsteps. The night guard was heading this way. Harold. He was always the noisiest, sweetest thing. The old man refused to retire so they put him up here at the Academy.

“There’s your risk,” you muttered.

“Counselor,” hissed Talis, “this technology, it’s real and no matter what happens here it’s going to change our world. We should be the ones to lead it—Piltover, the land of progress, equality, innovation. I know it sounds impossible, but when have we ever let that stop us. Please, just give us a chance!”

You stepped back beside Mel, meeting her eyes. She let the two men sweat a bit as the footsteps grew closer.

“One night. Gentleman,” she said slowly, turning to leave. “Impress me or I’d suggest you pack your bags.”

As she walked away, you noticed the awed look in Talis’ eyes and nearly groaned. She always had to draw in the big dreamers.

You threw Viktor a sly smile, handing him the flashlight seeing as that poor pen light wasn’t going to be much help. “Good luck, Goggles.”

You switched it off as he accepted it, fingers brushing as you left them to hide in the darkness. You caught up with your principal just as she was moving around the corner.

“Harold!” she sang, nearly sending the sweet old man into a heart attack. You held back a laugh as Me” moved him back down the hall and away from the chaotic scientists behind you.

Left to their own devices, Viktor clicked on your flashlight and got back to opening the five-bolt door. As he crouched back down, Jayce took over holding the light for him.

“So,” he murmured, back to the silence of an empty school, “you and the bodyguard are a thing?”

Viktor nearly dropped the keys. “Excuse me?”

“Goggles?”

“It is a long story,” he whispered, pushing the door open as the last lock unlatched, “and we are not the ‘thing.’ Now get in.”

“We’re to return before dawn.”

You turned from toweling your hair to stare down Mel in her bubble bath. She hasn’t bothered to wait until you were done in your own bathroom to fetch you. She wasn’t usually so clingy, but you knew under that cool facade she was nervous of what was to come with the scientists.

“Why do we have to lose precious sleep over this?” you grumbled, grabbing your toothbrush.

“You?” she laughed, splashing her water over her knees. “You barely sleep as is.”

“Yeah, well,” you spit the mess of toothpaste and spit from your mouth, “blame your mother for that.”

“I blame her for many things.”

The scars over your body burned, but not from sticky, humid air. You both were quiet for a time.

“I didn’t expect him to be there.” You turned around, pulling yourself up on the marble counter to look at her. “Viktor, I mean.”

“Guess he saw whatever you did in Talis.”

She puckered her lips at you, arms dropping over the rim of the bathtub as she laid her head on them. “Is that jealousy I hear, darling?”

“Shove it,” you scoffed, moving to do one last check of the place before heading to your room. “Also, he was definitely staring at you as you left.”

“Then you have no reason to worry.”

“Goodnight,” you bit out, shutting the bathroom door on her echoing giggles.

When you knock on Mel’s door she’s back in the same clothes she wore hours earlier. It’s an hour to dawn and barely takes three minutes to reach the Academy. You hadn’t slept a wink.

Offering her a coffee, you both finished them before you were out the door. The guards at the gate gave you groggy second glances, but questioned nothing.

You sensed the alarm in the empty halls, banging thundering through the stairwell as you both took one glance at the other and sped up your pace.

You held an arm out as you glanced around the dark corner, eyes widening at the new blue-tinted glow that shined from Heimerdinger’s office.

“You’ve actually done it…” The professor's voice was beyond astonishment. “But just because it can be done, doesn’t mean—will you please stop hovering?!”

“I’m not sure how to do that sir!”

Your mask nearly slipped. It was the first time you’d ever heard Viktor so…gleeful.

Mel stalked down the hall, eyes bright with purpose. It reminded you of younger days before she slowed her steps, bringing out Counselor Medarda

“This is not what Piltover’s future looks like, my dear boys!”

The click of her heels alerted everyone as she pushed through the guards, the light of the room washing over her form.

“That’s for the council to decide,” she stated, head turning from side to side as she observed the room. Being right behind her, you allowed awe to slip at the twinkling bits wandering the room and high above were those troublesome scientists. “Perhaps it’s time for the era of magic.”

“Uh, Hextech,” came Jayce Talis, hair sprawling out with the anti-gravity field he was caught up in. “For the era of Hextech.”

Your eyes slid from his to hers, the slender grin on her lips speaking more than praise in his direction. Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help as they caught on Viktor who looked far too happy to be completely suspended upside down. He kept throwing little objects nearby towards the glistening orb at the center of the room, watching it with interest as it blipped from one side to the other.

Some round object hovered a bit too close on the opposite side he was facing. You couldn’t help but laugh when it was transported to his side, knocking into his forehead with enough force to make him jump.

Your voice alerted him, eyes finding yours as you cleared your throat and fixed your metaphorical mask back into place.

“How long will this last?” asked Mel.

The young men looked at each other for an answer that neither seemed to have. You eyed the bright orb between them, noticing it was slowly but surely shrinking in size.

“I suggest you find your way down before you find out,” Heimerdinger called.

“Right,” Jayce said, waving his arms until he was able to float to the ceiling. He pushed off it, getting about halfway down before gravity seemed to take hold again. He just missed a smaller table in the corner, landing with a painful grunt.

Heimerdinger tested the space first, his hair seemed to react a bit, but he was able to make his way towards his previously expelled student with ease. You wandered in next, feeling your hair lift from your scalp as the guards were waved away by Mel. She ordered them to fetch the other council members for an emergency meeting in a few hours time.

“The power source is growing smaller,” you warned Viktor who was still playing around with it near the roof.

“Yes, without the cranking its energy is used up,” he muttered, more to himself than you as another object flashes through it. It shrunk by at least an inch. “Still such raw power…”

The bits of light hovering around the space were closing in. Your hair returned to its natural state.

“Uh, Viktor,” Jayce called.

“How big can the object be?” the man hummed, tossing a book to the orb. You stood below him, eyeing where he’d fall. The dots connected just as the book went through and the blue light went out like a candle flame in the wind. Jayce yelled.

Your back connected with Heimerdinger’s desk, sending it scraping back in a chorus of something else moving just as gravity claimed Viktor. He knocked the air out of you as he landed on top of you. The ground shook as something else hit the ground nearby.

You winced as the office lights burst above, taking in a slow, groaning breath.

“Good heavens,” came Heimerdinger. “Are you three all right?”

Turning your head from the mess of Viktor’s hair in your vision, you saw Jayce lying face down on a tipped over chair with his hand fist glowing.

“Yeah,” he said into the ground, “just thought I’d catch the crystal before it took out another building.”

“My apologies,” Viktor murmured, expression twisted in discomfort as he pushed himself off your chest.

“S’fine,” you choked out, still catching your breath. “We’re all victims of physics.”

That broke the tension, or perhaps the adrenaline was still running high amongst the men because they both busted out into hysterics. Well, Jayce did. Viktor just chuckled and focused on getting his entire weight off of you.

You slowly sat up, rubbing the back of your head where it had clipped the damn desk.

“Did you hit it?”

You glanced at Viktor, dropping your hand. “I’m good, Goggles. Better than you would’ve been crashing into straight wood.”

“It’s pure oak!” preened Heimerdinger as he scuffled over, tapping the surface. “Very durable.”

“I’ll say,” you grumbled, feeling a headache coming on.

“You should get that checked. You might have a concussion,” Viktor said, resting his back against the bookshelf behind him. Jayce had finally gotten to his knees, looking a bit bruised as far as his ego went when he glanced at Mel by the door.

“I’ve seen them take a hammer to the head,” your principal chuckled. “They’ll be fine, I assure you.”

“It’s not bleeding,” Heimerdinger hummed. You balked at him peering around the desk. “How’s your eyesight?”

“Clear,” you said, getting to your feet. “Thank you, professor.”

Viktor remained on the ground.

“Are you all right?” you asked. “I’m not the softest landing.”

“I’m unharmed,” he answered, nodding behind you. “My cane, however, will need to be replaced.”

You followed his line of sight and frowned at the white stick, cracked in two.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Jayce promised as he walked over, offering a hand.

“I'll see you at the meeting,” Mel announced, eyes piercing the founder of Hextech before moving to his partner’s as he got to his feet. “Both of you.”

You moved the desk back into place, nodding to the professor as he thanked you.

Hearing your name, you turned as Viktor offered your flashlight.

“You dropped this,” he murmured, a smile hiding in the corner of his lips.

“I’m sure it’s broken after that fall,” you said, checking it. The light sputtered before going out.

“Allow me to fix it, then.”

You blinked at him, smiling at the back and forth before clearing your expression and handing it back. Your fingers brushed.

“Sure,” you said, following after Mel. “I’ll grab it another time.”

Out in the hall, she smirked at you, unabashed.

“You couldn’t have had the meeting in the afternoon?” you complained, rubbing your head.

“I have an appointment at the spa with a friend of mine,” she replied.

You sighed and kept your mouth shut, leading her out of the building and back home to freshen up again.

“You know I might need a second opinion when I’m painting you,” she hummed as you both eased into the early light of dawn. “Viktor wouldn’t happen to be a student of the arts as well, would he?”

“You’re lucky I’m the one protecting you and not the one after you,” you growled.

Back in Heimerdinger’s office, the men were helping clean up the mess they left behind while Heimerdinger lectured them, observing all the while from his chair.

“Didn’t know you did repair jobs,” muttered Jayce as he shoved a book back into its shelf.

Below him where Viktor was attempting to put the ‘cranker’ as it were back together, the man rolled his eyes. “I felt I owed it to them seeing as I failed to take care of it.”

“Right, of course.”

Viktor didn’t enjoy the amused silence seeping from his newly acclaimed business partner and slowly tilted his head to glare up at him. “Do you have something else to say?”

“Nope,” answered Jayce, eyebrows bouncing up, “nothing at all, Goggles.”

Viktor sighed. All it took was one day of brain fog and a run-in with you to earn him such a distasteful nickname. At least it taught him to check his goggles were off before leaving the lab from now on.

“No slacking!” said the professor, swiveling in his chair to shuffle the papers scattered around his desk. “Honestly, I’m not sure how Counselor Medarda’s guard moved this desk. I thought it was bolted to the floor!”

Viktor swallowed as Jayce whistled.

#arcane #arcane series #arcane x reader #viktor x reader #viktor #viktor arcane #arcane viktor #arcane fanfic #arcane fic #arcane content #masterlist #viktor x you #viktor x y/n #viktor x gn!reader #reader insert #mel x reader #mel x gn!reader

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visualbutterflysworld · 1 year ago

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Drunk Vinnie | Vhackerr

Warning: vinnie being drunk and clingy

might make a part 2. idk

“I need to text my girl. I want my girl.” Vinnie whined as he leaned onto Jack. “She’s right there Vin.” Jack laughed as he pointed to you, who was preoccupied by ordering a Uber. “That’s….that’s not her! I’m texting Y/n right now.” Vinnie huffed before pulling out his phone. He pulled in his bottom lip. He squinted his eyes trying to successfully type correctly.

In his mind he thought he texted, baby where are you? I miss you!

Instead he actually texted, “biby here ure uuuu( iiiii muss youuu &&”

You chuckled as you read the text before going back to what you were doing. “Why won’t she text me back!? DID SHE DIE?! JACK CALL THE COPS!” Vinnie yelled when he did see those three bubbles pop up. “Vinnie, stop yelling.” You rubbed his arm, trying to sooth him. “No! Who are even you?! I have a girlfriend, lady!” Vinnie quickly gave you a dirty look.

“I am your girlfriend, Vinnie.” You laughed. “No! You don’t look like my Y/n. My pretty Y/n. Where’s my pretty Y/n?” Vinnie’s bottom lip begins to tremble. “Okay, Vinnie, let’s get you home.” You say, “Jack. Help? Uber’s here.” Jack nods before you and him put Vinnie’s arm over your shoulders.

“Y/n! I love Y/n so much! She’s so pretty!” Vinnie yells as you guys walk outside. “Vinnie, shhh.” Jack said. “Jack-o’-lantern, you just don’t understand.” Vinnie lays his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Yeah, man. Here. In you go.” Jack shakes his head before helping you put vinnie in the car.

After a short 15 minute drive you guys are back at your house, knowing Vinnie will be too loud for his apartment. “Honey! I’m home!” Vinnie yells as he stumbles into the house. You shake your head before shutting the door and locking it. “Do you want some water?” You ask. “Yeah, that sounds great random person. Hey, this place looks at lot like my girlfriend’s house?” Vinnie scans the room.

You quickly dash and get him some water. Once he’s handed the glass, the water is gone in a matter of seconds. “Let’s get you to bed.” You say before grabbing his hand. “Okay, but nothing is happening between us! No funny business lady or I’ll tell Y/n!” Vinnie tells you. It was honestly so cute, seeing Vin miss you even though you were there.

Once you reach the bedroom, Vinnie wastes no time collapsing on the bed. “Mm. So comfy.” A happy lazy smile on his face. You take his shoes off and his socks knowing he hates sleeping with his socks on. “Y/n is the best. Do you have a Y/n?” Vinnie asked as you unbuckled his belt. “Sorta. Expect he’s a guy.” You say before pulling his pants down and throwing them somewhere. “That’s good. What’s his name?” Vinnie ask as you pull him to sit up. “Arms up.” You say.

Vinnie puts him arms up and strikes a pose while doing so. You laugh softly before pulling it off as well. Sober vinnie would thank you because he gets hot to easily in his sleep. “The guy! His name!” Vinnie says before falling back. You don’t know how but he somehow knew he wasn’t under the covers so he quickly places himself underneath.

“Vinnie. His name is Vinnie.” You say before grabbing a t shirt to sleep in. “What!? That’s my name! My name is Vinnie!” Vinnie yells. “I know that, Vin.” You quickly toss your hair in a low bun before sliding in bed. “I never asked but, what’s your name?” Vinnie says. “It’s y/n.” You laugh before moving a piece of hair out his face. Vinnie’s face scrunched before his eyes went wide.

“Wait a minute! You’re Y/n! My Y/n! Oh my God! When did you get here baby?!” Vinnie quickly rushes into your arms. You laugh, “I’ve been here the whole time Vin.” “Nuh uh! That other lady was here! I swear.” Vinnie nuzzles his head in your neck. You lay back so that you can both rest comfortably. “Whatever you say, Vin.” You message his head.

“I love you Y/n. Promise to never leave me like that again?” You smile before slowly closing your eyes. “I love you too. I promise to never leave you again.” You feel Vinnie smile and it isn’t long before the both of you are passed out into a bliss.

#vincent hacker #vinnie hacker #vhackerr #bwwm couples #bwwmromance #oneshot #love #lovers #vinnie hacker x reader

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envy-of-the-apple · 7 months ago

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ok i like the idea of reader going to shoko thinking she’s normal physician (not knowing she only works for sorcerers) and asks for a checkup. one thing leads to another and reader has to continue meeting her for ‘check-up’s’ frequently…..

how does it feel to be the smartest person in the room bestie????

@mynahx3 hiiiiiiiiii<3

Trust the Professionals

Dark!Ieiri Shoko x reader

Synopsis: Doctor Ieiri has a new treatment she’s eager to try on you

Word count: 2.2k

(Warnings: Dubcon/noncon, manipulation, vaginal fingering, dark content, mc's kinda dumb, self-gaslighting lmaooo, hospital kink? im pretty sure this is some type of kink but idk whats its called)

For the longest time, you never really believed in ghosts.

You weren't really the religious type. You went to church every so often, but you weren't invested. It's why it took you a while to get around to the idea that spirits were real, and one was particularly attached to you.

Luckily, the Shamans always seemed happy to help.

"It's back again, huh?" Doctor Ieiri asked.

You nodded, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. She doesn't look like a Shaman. You were expecting more bells and bracelets. Traditional clothing. Doctor Ieiri was always dressed in a labcoat, professional makeup that did little to cover lack of sleep. She looks like she just fell out of a hospital drama.

Despite her looks, you knew she was pretty good at her job. She was the only person who'd gotten rid of your spirit problem. At least, for a little while.

You don't know what she meant exactly, but the spirit ("Cursed spirit," she corrected one too many times) was a replicator. It needed to be exorcised multiple times to fully disappear. This has been your third visit so far.

You watched as her eyes followed something right above your head. She hummed, leaning forward on the desk, tapping her perfectly manicured fingers.

"That's strange," she murmurs, "usually, by the third, it's gone."

You wilt at that. A part of you feels guilty for taking so much of the Doctor's time. All of the appointments so far had been free, but you wouldn't blame her if she started asking for payment, or if she turned you away completely.

She straightens her back.

"Clearly, regular exorcisms aren't working." She states the obvious. "So far, they've just been a temporary fix. There's one more thing we could try but..."

For the first time since you've seen her, Doctor Ieiri hesitates. You look at her.

"Not many prefer this procedure." She explains. "It's a little...unorthodox."

Her reluctance should give you a warning, but you've already spent days putting off this appointment, willing for your cursed problem to go away, spending hours tossing and turning in bed, feeling something crawling up your back with too many legs and too many teeth.

"Anything." You say. "Anything to make this go away."

There's a glint in her eye. Something not quite a smile tugs on her face before it's gone. She stands up, prompting you to do the same. In her hands is a neatly folded hospital gown.

"You can put your clothes over there." She mentions to a chair. "Including your undergarments, please."

She must notice your discomfort because her tone becomes less clinical.

"We can stop whenever you want." She tells you. "But stopping in the middle is typically discouraged. Curses are pretty fickle."

You nod. "Okay, Doctor."

"Please, just call me Shoko." She gives a tired smile. "I want you to be as comfortable as possible for this."

You don't feel comfortable calling her by her given name, but Ieir-Shoko looks so pleased when you let her name reluctantly leave your lips, and you feel too bad to retort.

She steps out of the room shortly after handing you the gown. You put your clothes on the chair, she pointed out. When Shoko knocks, you're already seated on the examination table, swathed in the the thin fabric.

"You follow directions well." She's wearing a surgical mask now but looks satisfied with your compliance. You give a shy smile.

"Let's start with a general overlook for now." She says. "It'd be helpful if we can pinpoint where the curse originated."

You nod, but you can't push away the nervousness as Shoko gently pushes past the fabric. She's wearing gloves, but the rubber is a flimsy barrier to her warm fingers. Her hands brush past your clavicle, and the plastic gown easily yields for her touch. You gasp when she touches your tits, fingers lightly brushing over the nipple. The room is so cold. You're so sensitive. You stiffen against her touch.

She notices, pulling back to see your face. "Something wrong?"

"Uh, no." You smile, but it feels watery. "Just nerves." You can't read her expression. The mask hides everything.

She hums, and you're grateful she doesn't comment on how jittery you are. You hold in your reaction when she lightly presses on your breast. Her thumb flicks over your nipple again. You'd call it sensual if you weren't thoroughly convinced that Shoko was a professional and you were the weird one here.

She pulls away eventually, and you sag in relief. It was over. You don't think you could do that again.

"It's not coming from your upper body." Shoko murmurs. "Would you mind if I untied your gown? It'll be better if I can see everything."

You hesitate, unsure, but Shoko's previous words make your rejection waver. Curses are fickle creatures. In the end, you let her unwrap the gown.

There's no real point to it now. You're fully displayed on the examination table, legs spread, leaning back on your hands. It's embarrassing. You can feel yourself heat up at how exposed you are, especially considering Shoko is still wearing her lab coat and that mask.

But Shoko says nothing about it. Right, she's a professional. Instead, she starts pulling off her gloves.

"I'll be able to locate the cursed location more effectively without a barrier." She explains and you nod along.

She starts with your foot, gently squeezing your foot. It feels nice, like a massage. You languish in the touch, only getting concerned when her prodding starts going up her calf.

Shoko rubs circles along your inner calf. Something wells within you, but you're pushing it down because Shoko is a professional. Instead, you lift yourself off the table just to feel more in control.

"Not here either," Shoko murmurs to herself. "Maybe I need to go a little deeper."

Your eyes widen when she rests a single finger at the entrance of your pussy.

"Doctor, I—I don't think that's—" with one motion, she buries her finger inside you.

You're already shamefully wet. Your walls are already clenching down her nimble finger. You can't help it, you shudder, giving out a breathy whine.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" For some reason, you can hear a smile in Shoko's voice as she starts pumping her finger in and out of your sopping pussy. "You can talk. I'm great at multitasking."

"I—I was just saying—saying Doctor, you—" Her finger curls, and you are interrupted by another moan.

"Shoko." She reminds you her voice firm and calm and a total juxtaposition to the way her thumb is circling over your sensitive clit. "I want you to stay calm and relaxed throughout this procedure, okay?"

"Shoko." You keen and you're sure her breath hitches but your brain is numb and she's still wearing that mask. "This—This just feels a—a bit strange and I—"

She coos in sympathy. "It's all part of the process. Just relax, okay? You're doing so well for me."

At this point, you're leaning back on your elbows. The new angle jolts pleasure up and down your spine. It gets even worse when Shoko adds a second finger, stretching your sensitive walls out even further.

"I think the curse is getting closer. We're almost there." Her voice is soft and breathy in your ear and you can hardly understand that she's taken off her mask. "Just a little more. Just a bit further. So so good for me. You're doing so well, baby."

Your orgasm hits you like a train. All at once, you seize up on her fingers, your thighs squeezing together and your moan resembles more of a scream than anything human. Shoko keeps going as the orgasm smashes your broken body like grass.

She stops when you give one last shudder before collapsing onto the examination table. You lie there, breasts heaving, eyes glazed. You're so far out of it that you don't even notice the way she licks her wet fingers.

It takes a few seconds for you to gather your bearings. When you do, you're mortified. You shoot up from the table, covering yourself up with the flimsy gown, ready to apologize when Shoko asks:

"How do you feel?"

It's such an innocent question. It takes you off-guard. Sensitive, is your first answer, but then you think some more and you realize that you can't really feel the dread or the weight on your shoulders anymore.

"You...exorcised it?" No, this felt different from the last two exorcisms she performed on you. Now, you feel five years younger.

She grins, pleased.

"Yes. I found the origin point." She explains. "Even if it ever comes back, it'll be smaller and easier to deal with."

You nod, still recovering from your high as you roll your shoulder. Everything feels so good.

"Wow," you say, "I—thank you! Thank you so much!"

She pulls back, accepting your gratitude with a soft expression.

"We're done for today." She tells you at last. "You're free to put on your clothes. Can't imagine that gown is very comfortable."

You wait for her to leave. She doesn't, sitting back behind her desk, typing away at her computer. There's no real point of you having privacy, is there? After all, you basically just showed her everything.

Still, when you go to put on your clothes, you can feel eyes on you, trailing down your body, your ass. It isn't Shoko. She's always busy with her keyboard, diligent as always. You were feeling things.

One garment was missing, however. As discreetly as you could, you searched around for it, glancing at the floor, underneath the chair. You swore you left it with the other clothes. How could it just disappear?

"Something wrong?"

Shoko's peering up at you, head tilted. You open your mouth. But then you decide they aren't worth the further embarrassment.

"Nothing." You give a nervous grin. "Just nothing."

Shoko can still taste you when Satoru visits her hours after your appointment.

"Get out," she says. Satoru just grins, shutting the door behind him. It was worth a shot.

"I see your favorite little patient had another check-up," he says, "still haven't disclosed we aren't exactly in the personal exorcism business, have ya'?"

Shoko shrugs. "It's a personal project. Don't worry about it."

"Right, you say that buuuuut 'can't help but notice that our lovely non-sorcerer still has a curse swimming around—"Satoru clicks his tongue. "—It's fourth grade, too. This deskwork is making you go soft, Shoko. Maybe I should start dragging you out to missions."

"Did you exorcise it?" Ugh, that would be a pain. Shoko spent so long cultivating that curse to work in her favor.

Gojo grins. "Nah."

"A residual curse." Satoru continues. "Harmless, but pesky enough to be noticed if it isn't dealt with in a couple days. Smart."

By Saturday, to be more exact. Shoko has already cleared her schedule. She can already hear your voice crackling through the phone, sweetly apologizing for such short notice, but would it be possible to book an appointment? She won't tell you that, nor will she tell Satoru. Though, she has a feeling the bastard already knows.

Said bastard is rifling through her drawers. She frowns when he pulls out your panties.

"Aw, these are so cute!" Satoru gushes, shamefully twirling the fabric on his finger. "Are you starting a collection? This some kind of trophy? Hey, I don't judge."

"It's wrong to take things without permission," Shoko says.

"I should be telling you that." Satoru grins. "Y'know, our precious non-sorcerer is kinda' cute. Maybe I should pay a visit—"

Shoko bolts up from her chair. She stares at him. Gojo stops playing with the frills. He's still smiling.

"Easy, easy." He says, but he hands her the fabric anyway. "Damn, I had a feeling, but you're whipped for this one, are n'tcha? Do I hear wedding bells?"

She rolls her eyes. "Get out."

He obliges with a snicker, proving that he only came to mess with her. What did she expect? With a sigh, she collapses back onto her seat.

She dangles your panties in one hand. She refuses to sniff them again, even though your taste and your smell are still swirling around in her head. They must have looked so cute on you. Next time, she'll put cameras in the room, just so she can have a playback of you shyly shucking off your clothes before compliantly slipping on the gown. She wouldn't know what would be more tantalizing to watch; the show or your utter obedience.

Satoru was, unfortunately, right. Shoko was crazy for you, even though you clearly didn't carry the same feelings. That's okay. In this line of work, Shoko knows she has to take what she wants, that letting her desires go is for those like Satoru.

So Shoko will lie and coax and manipulate until you're seated pliantly in her grasp. And maybe if Satoru behaves, he'll get a wedding invite.

And if you still don't yield...well, there's always plan B.

#the B stands for aBduction btw #yandere #yandere jjk #dark jjk #x reader #Dark Ieiri shoko x reader #Yandere ieiri shoko x reader #Yandere Ieiri Shoko #how much malpractice is in this? yes #tw:dubcon #dark content #manipulation #Dark Ieiri Shoko

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sandwhitches · 5 months ago

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uhh hiiiiii idk if this is how to do a request, but can I ask for chocolate ice cream about sugawara and reader going on a first date? Like how did they meet each other, who asked who out, and/or what they did for their first date? Thank youuuu!!!

a/n: hehe love me some suga!!! finally filling the requests form my event i am so glad this semester is almost over sorry for the wait if u requested erghghgg

✧.*𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 | 𝐤. 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚

genre: fluff!

cw: none!

this is a request my summer writing event!! requests are currently closed for this event :)

➼ i have a feeling you and sugawara most likely know each other from school!!! he’s definitely the type to opt for befriending his crush before doing anything that could remotely be deemed as flirting or romantic.

➼ he TOTALLY has had a crush on you since your first year, which is when he started talking to you and being friendly, but it doesn’t take long for him to realize that this is a lot different than any of the other crushes he’s had on someone before. the idea of confessing is much more daunting, which is why for his own sake, he’s just going to continue being a good friend to you and hope that one day you might consider him romantically (he’s delusional but in a cute way)

➼ in your second year, he’d almost gotten over his fear and planned to give you a valentine, but the moment he saw your face he panicked and crumpled it up in his pocket. sugawara gave you a guilty smile when you eyed him suspiciously, asking what he needed to talk about, which according to him was “nothing! it turned out to be nothing, after all!”

➼ kicks himself for the rest of the year for that (and so do his friends, they’ve all taken notice of those lingering puppy dog eyes and are beginning to get sick of it)

➼ flash forward towards the end of your third year when he FINALLY musters up enough courage to ask you out

➼ suga’s the type to just say what he means once he’s ready, which is why he doesn’t skimp on his wording, he makes sure you know he’s asking you out on a date on not to just hang out

➼ however, his delivery could use a little bit of work, definitely just comes up to you during a break in the school day and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is: “do you wanna go out with me? like…on a date?” (what happened to hi, how are you?!?)

➼ he’s thanking his lucky stars that, although you’re a bit stunned his suggestion is, you agree!!!

➼ cannot sleep that night or the nights leading up to the date, he’s just too excited (seriously, it’s taken him almost three years to gain enough courage to do this and it’s finally happening, it’s a bit surreal to him)

➼ you best believe this man is at your doorstep with flowers in his hand five minutes early, ready to take you out ahhhhh

➼ sugawara’s keen on doing cliche first date things with you: getting something to eat, takes you to an arcade (and lets you win all the 2-player games), buys you an ice cream cone, you know the deal

➼ a bit nervous to do anything super romantic like holding hands (GASP) or having any physical contact with you whatsoever, he just doesn’t wanna scare you off. much to his relief, you’re the one who interlaced your fingers with his first as the two of you walk beside each other

➼ keeps on telling you how good he thinks you look today eeeeeee

➼ suga’s such a sweetheart!!!! 10/10 manners!!! opens doors for you & pulls out your seat for you too (😍)

➼ when he drops you back off at home, you nearly make his heart stop when you get up on your tip toes and kiss his cheek goodbye for the night

➼ waits until you’re inside your house before leaving (😍😍😍)

➼ AAAAAAHHH SUGA MY LOVE

#sugawara fluff #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #haikyuu sugawara #hq sugawara #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #🍎.suga #☀️.summer event 2k24

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kit-williams · 6 months ago

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-hands payment type of your choosing-

I'll have one ticket to the 'Lamenters/Blood Angels being able to smell and/or consume menstrual blood, possibly even having a preference for it or maybe just liking that they can get blood without killing their favorite person' please. Feel free to toy with it at your leisure, I will enjoy anything you make even somewhat close to this topic >:D

and of course take your time, I'm just putting this in the box for whenever/if you want to write the idea

And you get the honor of seeing the latest OC... A Khornite Lamenter of the Red Corsairs... Berserker Varial Blood-drinker or also known as Varial the Insatiable.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

tw: somnophilia, blood, idk do I put slavery and limb loss because that just feels par for the course for 40k

"Cherish?" Varial's rage rotted mind woke up to the smell of sweet blood and instantly called out for his reward.

The maimed slave known as 'Cherish' was asleep next to her master. Varial had to maim her or else she would end up like other Cherish's that did not obey and it would leave him inconsolable. How his jaws clamped down on one of her legs. He did not like it when his Cherished screamed... it brought up painful memories... all their screams did. Her leg was healing up nicely but his room smelt of blood.

He moved over to the locked door sniffing the seams wondering if they were trying to lure him out... no the door was still locked. Panic rushed into his rage rotted mind as he went over to Cherish, her hair kept short to keep it out of the way of his mouth, did he bite her? She whined at his rough handling... then why did he smell Cherish's blood?

A memory floated through the miasma of rage that often occupied his mind. Back upon Badab a slave explaining why she smelt of blood and ways she could relieve it. The dirty threadbare outfit that Cherish wore was lifted up as Varial his nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of old blood... old tissue... mixed with her feminine discharge of that acidic crevice of her body. Moments where words wanted to come to him yet flee him upset the corrupted Lamenter as he could remember poetic songlike prose spilling from his mouth with ease now he struggles to string sentences together... but the price he must pay for the thirst to be quenched and his foul luck kept at bay.

A long slow lick up his beloved Cherish's thighs licking up the smeared blood there before he stuck his tongue deep between her folds. She mewled so sweetly... he always picked good Cherishs' who made such good noises for him... made Varial feel so good... His warped mouth opens up just a little too wide as his mutated black tongue pushes deep inside. Arousal burns in his nose as her fingers grip the bedding tightly as she moans still stuck in a haze of sleep. Globs of sheded lining cling to his tongue as he pulls it back into his maw and snapping his jaws in a pleased motion before repeating his intrusion into her woman hood.

"Cherish!" He trills pleased by her; He cherished her... he cherished her... that's all he could remember at times was his need to cherish a mortal... they only let him have one mortal at a time to cherish. Talons push into the flesh of her thighs as he feasts on the blood offering. "Cherish!" He trills again getting excited.

"Varial!" A voice hisses on the vox causing him to look to the door. It was his handler. "Stupid thing..." he hears the fellow traitor astartes mumble, "We're going to need you planet side to scare the mortals." Varial did not care... his Cherish was bleeding for him and his head dipped back between her thighs to listen to her breathy whimpers. "VARIAL stop acting like some pussy drunk Slaaneshi-"

The cord snapped hard as his body slammed into the door it holding but barely finally startling his Cherish awake as she scrambled to the corner, pleasing Varial as her blood smeared onto his pillow. He snarled and snapped his maw at the vox caster before turning around to grab the splotchy red helm where faded yellow paint could be seen between the chipping red paint.

"Cherish!" He says again reaching out to her and pulling her into a hug and nuzzling her head, "Be good. Stay. Come back soon." His rough unnaturally deepened voice clips out those basic sentences as anymore he turns into a snarling mess. She just nodded weakly as he puts her in his spot in the bed before heading over to the door. At least he had something to quench his thirst. Lest he try to take a bit of his handler... oh... he would eventually run out of luck but Varial was patient... he could wait to taste astartes blood on his tongue.

#warhammer 40k #tw: blood #tw: somnophilia #Oc: Varial the insatiable #x reader #oc? Cherish #warhammer 40k x reader #adeptus astartes #adeptus astartes x reader #astartes x reader #lamenter #chaos lamenter #khornite lamenter #reply #answer

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yanderefarm · 29 days ago

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What happens if we don’t have sex with the yanderes for a long amount of time till there angry about it

🐀

i do feel like i should say that if you just didn't wanna have sex with them they would all be chill with that xhsjdn this is just yknow pushing them? but they're all basically ok with whatever you want and are comfortable with. i feel like that usually goes without saying but idk i wanted to clarify.

cw;; noncon, nsft, self harm mentions, violence towards reader

honestly i can imagine ares and emil being the same. they dont need to worry too much about why you're not having sex with them! they can fix it. they're the type to tie you up. they'd wait for you to go to sleep or maybe drug you so you sleep really deeply and then they'll tie you to the bed. they would both be impatient about it too they want you awake to watch them riding you. ares would be sucking on your cock, being a good cock warmer until you wake up. emil would just have his maids inform him of when you get up so he can save his energy. either way they're going to make sure you fuck them properly. relationship repaired!

i think noemie, nephite, and silvan would be cry babies about it. they're annoyed but it gets to their heads like maybe you don't want them anymore. maybe they're not good enough. nephite would be the most shy about bringing it up but when his heat hits you'll come home to him crying and begging for you to not ignore him anymore. noemie is most likely to try and seduce you, he'll sit in bed with his ass in the air or he'll wear slutty lingerie to try and get your attention until it becomes too much, he'll break down crying asking why he isn't good enough for you anymore. silvan is just going to keep going about his day as usual but it stings everytime he starts to get close to you and you ignore him but he doesn't throw a fit he's more likely to accept that he's not wanted anymore and turn to tearing himself apart inside either for attention or because clearly you're going to replace him.

ajax is weird because i don't think he's ever been deprived sex in his adult life. i don't think he'd know how to handle rejection. i think he'd get pissed off and start accusing you of cheating on him because his brain just can't make sense of you not wanting him for so long. you must be cheating on him and that's why you're not as desperate as he is. either he gets bratty and says then he'll cheat too to make you as angry as he is. or he'll shove you down and make you touch him. he'll start smothering you with his tits and insulting you while he jerks you off.

i think achilles first of all would have to stop both, he can handle no sex as long as you're still using him as an ashtray, so for him to really snap you'd have to completely neglect him. and he'd be getting his head with paranoia. he'd come home early and completely undress waiting for you to return only to get shunned. he'd bring you one of your whips only to be ignored. he'd even wear short skirts trying to get your attention only for you to pretend he's not there. and it's wearing on his mind. he also would assume you're cheating but he doesn't know what to do about it because he's never properly experienced jealousy before. he'd eventually really snap and tie you up but he doesn't know what to do after that. his best is interrogating you about why you don't want him. what did he do wrong?

#replies #🐀 anon #yandere housewife #yandere pet #yandere cultist #yandere follower #yandere crime lord #yandere king

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newtkive · 11 months ago

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pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

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genshinluvr · 2 years ago

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Your Highness

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader/Royal!Reader

Summary: Imagine your retainer (Heizou) waking you up from your slumber, telling you to get up and get ready for the day before high-profiled visitors arrive to the kingdom. Who are these high-profiled visitors, you may ask? Oh, they're the people your parents have chosen for you to get married to! Speaking of getting married, you're unaware of the arranged marriage situation until Heizou woke you up from your slumber. So, Your Highness, who are you going to pick to be your future husband?

Note: Finally! The last AU that has been stuck on my mind for ages is finally here! Next fic, we will be back in the usual Isekai'd!reader world! Kind of. Each man in this Royal AU does have titles. Some of these titles aren't princes, emperors, or crown princes. There are retainers, military leaders, bodyguards, etc. I tried to make it accurate, but Wikipedia and Google did not help me much with my attempt at research. The title gave me the most complications out of the entire thing. I also typed the list out in my Discord server so I wouldn't have to list it all out on here. To those who are new readers or not, please remember that I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of 🤔 uh, mentions of an arranged marriage? Idk if that would count as a warning

Word Count: 8.7k

“Your Highness, you need to wake up.”

You hear someone say as they try to wake you up from your slumber. You groan and snuggle further into your pillows and blankets, feeling too comfortable to wake up. The person lets out a sigh of frustration and flicks you on your forehead, causing you to jolt and groan in pain. You open your eyes and see Heizou peering down at you.

You glare at him and bury your face into your pillow. “Go away, Heizou. Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?” You mumble.

Heizou chuckles and pokes you in the ribs, making you jump and smack his hand away from you. “Come on, sleepy head! You need to get up! Your parents want you to be up and ready before the Princes, Crown Prince, and Emperor arrive,” Heizou sighs.

Your eyes snap open, and you sit up on your bed and look at Heizou with wide eyes. You rub the sleep from your eyes and look at Heizou with disbelief. “Why are they visiting the kingdom?” You whisper.

Heizou purses his lips for a moment. “Did your parents not inform you that you will be choosing who you will be betrothed to?” Heizou asks, propping his hands on his hips.

You shake your head, mouth agape. Heizou sighs and hunches over, unsure of what to say. You look over at the clock on the wall before scrambling to get off your bed. As you’re running to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day (and unexpected meeting with other royals from other nations), you hear Heizou bark orders to the maids.

The sudden news of royals from different regions stopping by to visit is news to you. Your parents did not inform you of the event, nor did they mention it to you! You are not only angry, but you’re also upset that your parents give you little to no time to prepare for the visitation.

After your shower, you’re pulled out of the bathroom, and the maids dress you in your daily attire. While you wear the most exquisite clothing with expensive materials, you’re forced to wear the most uncomfortable clothing of all: corsets.

“Your Highness, did you not sleep well last night?” Tsu asks, yanking on the corset strings, making you gasp out in pain.

You shake your head. “Unfortunately, I did not get an adequate amount of sleep, Tsu.”

“Your Highness! You know how strict your parents are when it comes to your bedtime!” Mingxi scolds you, tutting and pulling the corset strings with Tsu.

You groan and take a deep breath. Tsu and Mingxi tie the corset strings before assisting you with putting other clothing on you. You have no idea why they make you wear so many layers of clothing. Quite frankly, you wish that corsets were outdated so you wouldn’t be forced to wear something that could potentially snap your ribcage.

“How does one get an adequate amount of sleep when the King and Queen are pestering you to do well in your tasks?” You mutter, adjusting the clothes on your person.

You, Tsu, and Mingxi hear a knock at the door. Tsu walks to the door while you gaze into the mirror and brush your hair with a cor lapis-encrusted comb. You look like you’re sleep deprived and are in desperate need of sleep.

“Hans! What are you doing here?” Tsu asks, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at the blond man in front of her.

Hans clears his throat. “Heizou has informed me to make sure that Their Highness is preparing for the meeting. The visitors are almost here,” Hans says.

“Oh? I thought Heizou would be the one that’s taking me to where the visitors will be,” you mutter, letting Mingxi apply light makeup on your face to cover the bags underneath your eyes.

Dear archons, you look like death. You don’t think there’s enough makeup in Teyvat to hide the dark circles underneath your eyes. You’re tempted to rub your eyes, but Mingxi lightly slaps your hands away from your face and gives you a scolding look through the mirror.

“Sorry,” you mouthed to Mingxi, letting your hands fall to your sides.

Hans nods his head. “Heizou will be taking you there, but he is currently tending to other duties as of now. Heizou wants me to make sure you’re getting ready and not sleeping in,” said Hans.

“The guests aren’t here yet, are they?” You ask anxiously.

Hans shakes his head. “They have yet to arrive, Your Highness. Since it is still early in the morning, you will be having breakfast with your guests,” Hans informs you.

You press your lips into a thin line and slowly nod your head. “Understood. Thank you for informing me,” you said, a small smile appearing on your face.

Hans gives you a brief smile and bows to you before turning to leave. Tsu closes the door after Hans leaves and sighs, walking over to you and Mingxi. After Mingxi finishes applying makeup on your face, Tsu reaches for the perfume on the vanity and sprays the fragrance on your pulse points.

“So, do you have in mind who you want to choose from the bachelors?” Tsu asks casually.

You blink at Tsu and shake your head slowly. “Tsu, this is the first time I hear about an arranged marriage my parents put together. I don’t know who they have chosen or invited to come and visit,” you sigh in defeat.

Mingxi dusts her hands off and props her hand on her hips while leaning on the vanity with her right arm. “My word of advice to you is to reject all of them and choose Heizou.”

“Heizou?” You ask; Mingxi nods her head. “My retainer?” You raise your eyebrows at her.

“Oh, come on! He’s cute! And it’s clear that he has feelings for you, Your Highness!” Mingxi exclaims, shaking you lightly by your biceps.

Tsu swats at Mingxi. “Quit it, you! You’re going to make [Y/N]’s clothes crease!” Tsu hisses.

Mingxi releases your biceps and quickly apologizes to you, rubbing her arm with a sheepish look on her face. You snort and shake your head. Tsu and Mingxi have been by your side since you were pre-teens; while they work for you as your maids, they’re also your friends. People aren’t allowed to casually call you by your name, only by your title. But with Tsu and Mingxi, they’re an exception; only they can’t call you by your name in front of your parents, other royals, and servants at the castle.

“Let’s put your shoes on, and I think we should be finished!” Mingxi claps her hands.

After a few minutes of struggling to put your shoes on (the corset was making it hard for you to bend down to put your shoes on), you hear a knock coming from the door. Instead of Tsu and Mingxi being the ones to open the door, you walk to the door, grab the door handle and crack the door open.

“Are you done getting dressed, Your Highness?” Heizou asks, peeking through the crack.

You smile and nod. “Yes, yes I am, Heizou!” You reply.

“Great! Now that you’re ready let me assist you to the foyer. The…. men… have arrived,” Heizou hesitates, giving you a stiff smile.

You look at Heizou worriedly. “You don’t look too excited,” you pointed out.

“That’s because he’s not! And quite frankly, I’m not excited either, Your Highness,” Itto says, strutting up to you and Heizou with his hands crossed over his chest.

You raise your eyebrows with surprise. “Oh? And why is that? Pray tell,” you said.

Itto clears his throat. “You see, Your Highness, your parents are setting you up with a bunch of men to get to know each other for who knows how long, and you have to marry one of them by the end of a certain time,” Itto explains.

You did a double-take. “Wait, are you implying that these men will be staying at the castle for a while?” You ask.

“That is correct! They’re going to be staying for a while, so you can bond with them and see which man is husband material,” said Itto.

“Hypothetically, what happens if I don’t pick anyone out of the men that my parents have chosen for me?” You ask.

Itto hisses softly. “Ooh, that, I do not have the answers to! You’re going to have to talk to your parents about that, Your Highness,” Itto says.

“Well, at least I was able to get a small explanation,” you mutter. “Heizou, you may now take me to the foyer to meet my future husbands,” you said.

Heizou stretches his arm out for you to take, you link your right arm around his left arm, and the two of you begin walking toward the foyer of the castle, with Itto walking behind you two. Not only were you unaware of your own arranged marriage, but you’re also unaware that the men that are visiting your home will be staying for who knows how long. Great!

“I’m hoping my parents didn’t pick out people close to their age,” you mutter.

Heizou and Itto don’t respond to your comment. You scan your surroundings nervously as you walk down the long staircase of the castle. The heel of your shoes makes a click-clacking noise on the white tile floors with each step you take, the sound echoing through the hallways of the castle. You can’t help but internally wince at the sound of your shoes click-clacking; it’s almost like you have a bell collar on that will notify people that you’re nearby.

The closer you, Itto, and Heizou got to the foyer, the more nervous you became. You don’t do well when it comes to meeting new people. It wasn’t because you’re asocial; it was because you fear that you’re going to mess up or make a fool out of yourself in front of people that you don’t know. Heck, other than new people, you’re afraid of messing up in front of your parents!

Upon entering the large foyer of the castle, you see a long line of men standing in front of your parents. Your father stands tall and regal, his head held high as he makes a speech to the large group of men in front of him and your mother. You can feel power oozing from your father from a distance. Then there’s your mother, standing beside your father. While she looks dainty compared to your father, she holds almost as much power as your father. Her arm is looped around your father’s arm, gazing at the men in front of her with sheer intensity.

One of the guards steps up to your parents, bowing to them.

“Your Majesties, your child has arrived,” said the guard.

Your parents and the guests all turn to look in your, Heizou, and Itto’s direction. You feel your face turn hot when all eyes are focused on you the more you walk into the foyer with your retainer and bodyguard at your side.

You unlink your arm around Heizou and clasp your hands before bowing to your parents. “Mother, father. I have arrived,” you give them a small smile, “I hope I didn’t keep you all waiting for too long,” you say, subconsciously tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You didn’t keep us waiting, sweetheart. The guest arrived not too long ago, and we were talking to them about what will be happening for the next few days, perhaps weeks,” your mother said.

You look at her, feigning surprise. “Oh? May I get an explanation as well? I did not know we would be having guests today until Heizou woke me up from my slumber,” you said.

You cross your arms over your chest as if you’re trying to hide from everyone in the room. The number of eyes focusing on you makes you feel out of place. Almost naked, in a way. Your father gives you a look. You uncross your arms and give them a fake smile. Your father puts a heavy hand on your shoulders and turns you so you can face the large group of men in front of you.

“Gentlemen, meet my child, [Y/N],” Your father introduces you to the men in front of you with a smile on his face.

Annoyed, you mutter, “I’m not a child, father.”

Your father ignores your comment and continues to sing his praise. You’re intelligent, graduated top at the private university you once attended, mastered many languages and instruments, you’re skilled in many arts, and you’re also a fantastic cook. Speaking of cooking, since you’re a royal, learning to bake and cook wasn’t necessary for you. But you pressed on and begged your parents to let you learn to cook and bake because it’s a basic (yet beneficial) skill. And because you also want to sneak into the kitchen to bake yourself a cookie at two in the morning while everyone is asleep.

“Now, [Y/N], my sweet child,” you shoot your father a look, “I would introduce these men to you, but there are too many for me to do so. If I were to introduce each man in this room, it would be lunch by the time I finish,” your father lets out a hearty laugh.

The men in the room chuckle after hearing your father’s explanation.

“I will let you and these handsome gentlemen converse over breakfast. After breakfast, you and these men can continue getting to know one another,” said your father.

“You’re not going to join us?” You ask, looking up at your father quizzically.

Your father and mother shake their heads.

“We will be joining you all for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But afterward, we will give you and these lovely men some space to get to know one another! Of course, Heizou and Itto will also be keeping you all company,” your mother says, looking over at Heizou and Itto with a smile.

You nod. “Understood.”

The head butler of the castle announces that breakfast is ready. The butler leads everyone to the dining room. Heizou and Itto walk in front of you, their eyes focusing ahead of them. You, Itto, and Heizou walk in front of the large group of men while your parents walk beside you. Your parents are seated beside each other, whereas you’re sitting at the farthest end of the dining table.

On the right side of the table, the men from the three nations (Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru) sit down in their seats while the men from the other three regions (Mondstadt, Snezhnaya, and Khaenri'ah) sit on the left side of the table. Heizou pulls the chair out for you to sit. You sit on the chair, and Heizou pushes the chair in. The servants bring the food out and place them in front of each person. Your stomach grumbles when you catch a whiff of the food in front of you.

Everyone began eating in silence; the sound of forks and knives scraping against the fine china filled the silence. You turn to look at Heizou and Itto.

“Have you two eaten today?” You ask.

Heizou and Itto nod, not saying a single word. You blink at the two before slowly turning back to your food, unsure why they didn’t reply to your question. Heizou looks up and notices a few lingering stares from the visitors. Some are curious stares, and others are looks of interest. Heizou locks his eyes with one of the princes and gives him a fake smile.

“Which one of you men wants to start introducing yourselves? If you all want, I can reintroduce myself?” You cock your head to the side.

“I’ll go first if you don’t mind, Your Highness,” the man with an eyepatch speaks up, giving you a gentle smile.

You smile back and nod. “Please, be my guest.”

And thus, the dark blue-haired man with an eyepatch starts to introduce himself to you. One by one, each man introduces himself to you during breakfast while your parents sit by and watch the interaction in front of them, observing how you all interact.

“You look lovely today, Your Highness,” the Crown Prince of Snezhnaya says, sending a wink in your direction.

You feel yourself blush at the sudden comment. “Thank you, Prince Ajax. You’re looking handsome yourself,” you reply shyly.

The Snezhnayan Crown Prince leans back in his seat with a victorious smile on his face, turning to look at the men with a smug look. The Crown Prince of Mondstadt gives Ajax a subtle glare before turning to look at you, looking at you curiously.

“Your Highness, what is your relationship with those two men behind you? If you don’t mind me asking?” Diluc says.

You look over to your left and right shoulders. “Heizou is my retainer,” you gestured to the maroon-haired man to your right, “And Itto is my bodyguard! His job is to be at my side at all times. You all will be seeing these two with me everywhere I go,” you said.

“Everywhere you go?” Prince Aether asks, looking at you curiously.

You clear your throat and reach for your cup of water. “Almost everywhere I go. Heizou is at my side more than Itto. Itto will accompany Heizou and me when guests are visiting, if there’s an event, whenever I leave the castle, you get the gist,” you explain.

You take a sip of your drink, resting your back against the chair. So far, the interaction with each of the men isn’t too awkward like how you would have imagined, thankfully. The thing that you’re nervous about the most would be the event that happens after breakfast. Each man has their charm; they are incredibly sweet and attentive. The light banter between them is not only entertaining, but it’s also heartwarming, in a way.

While you’re unfamiliar with the political affairs between your region and their region, seeing powerful men from different regions bonding is something you didn’t think you would ever witness in person. Seeing them laugh, converse with each other, share a toast with one another, and joke with each other makes the atmosphere at the castle lively.

“Your Highness?” Dainsleif calls your name (title?), pulling you out of your thoughts.

You blink and turn to look at the blond man. “Yes, Dainsleif?” You ask, finishing your last bite of breakfast.

“We have been calling your name for a minute now. What’s on your mind? You seem distracted,” Lord Kazuha says, looking at you worriedly.

You give Lord Kazuha a brief smile and shake your head. “Apologies, gentlemen. I did not get enough sleep last night, and I guess I was staring off into space,” you reply, clasping your hands on your lap.

The Chief Alchemist strokes his chin. “You do need to get plenty of rest, Your Highness. It’s unhealthy for the human body not to get an adequate amount of sleep,” said Albedo.

“We do not know what you do in your day-to-day life, but we don’t want your duties to get in the way of you getting plenty of sleep at night,” Doctor Baizhu says, wiping his lips on the silk cloth napkin.

Venti props his head in the palm of his hands, giving you a sweet smile. “If you would like, I can play you a song or two before you go to bed~! What do you say, Your Highness?” Prince Venti asks, gazing at you with his aqua-green eyes.

You press your lips into a thin line, contemplating whether you should take up on Prince Venti’s offer or not. While you don’t mind having someone serenade you to sleep, you don’t want the other men to misinterpret Prince Venti’s offer.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to be going into someone else’s bedroom to serenade them before they go to bed,” Emperor Zhongli says, giving Prince Venti a blank stare.

Thoma chuckles and nudges Emperor Ayato beside him. “Do you think the Emperor of Liyue is jealous that Prince Venti offered to serenade Their Highness before they go to bed?” Thoma whispers to the Inazuman Emperor.

Emperor Ayato chuckles. “Can you blame him? He and I share the same sentiment about Prince Venti’s offering,” Emperor Ayato replies nonchalantly.

After contemplating, you decide not to take up on Prince Venti’s offer, much to his disappointment. Your declining Prince Venti’s offer of him singing you to sleep has nothing to do with a specific issue (for example, you not liking Prince Venti). You declined his offer because you’re not sure if your parents would approve of a stranger going into your room and singing you to sleep. Plus, you’ve had a fair share of random men trying to sneak into your bedroom while you slept and then trying to assassinate you.

“Is there a reason why you declined Prince Venti’s offer? I’m surprised a musically talented prince would get turned down,” Tighnari says, gazing at you curiously.

You purse your lips, unsure whether you should tell them of the incident or not. You look at your parents from across the table, waiting for them to answer for you. You didn’t get a response back. All your mother and father did was stare back at you while casually finishing their breakfast. You stare at them blankly before turning to the men, giving them a sheepish smile, subconsciously rubbing the back of your neck.

“How do I explain this without making it a huge deal?” You mutter, pressing your lips into a thin line.

Crown Prince Al Haitham cocks an eyebrow at your question. “Oh? Did you happen to sneak a boy into your bedroom while your parents were asleep?” Crown Prince Al Haitham asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head rapidly. “No, no, no! It’s not like that!” You squeak, your face turning hot. “Why would someone from the royal family get into that kind of situation? Do you know how much trouble I would get into with my parents and the public?” You huff, looking away from the guests, your face hot.

Heizou and Itto stare at the men blankly, not saying a word. How dare they (mainly Crown Prince Al Haitham) assume you were sneaking boys into your bedroom late at night while everyone in the castle was asleep? Not only are there top-notch security at the castle, but you would never get into a scandalous situation because you know better. And Heizou and Itto ensure that you don’t sneak boys into your room because those boys would have to get through Itto and Heizou first.

You sigh and grab the cup of water in front of you, taking slow sips of water. You only know Crown Prince Al Haitham for less than two hours. Yet, he has already left a sour taste in your mouth by assuming you are sneaking boys into your bedroom while everyone is asleep.

“I don’t allow anyone into my bedroom except for the maids, Itto, Heizou, and my parents. There are a few instances where people will try to sneak into my bedroom to,” you trail off, placing the cup down on the table, “try to assassinate me. It got to the point where I couldn’t sleep alone in my room for months. Guards will stand outside of my bedroom door, outside of my bedroom window, to catch the culprits.” You said.

Prince Kaveh huffs, turning to look at Crown Prince Al Haitham, his eyes narrowing. “Way to be a total jackass to Their Highness, Crown Prince,” Prince Kaveh says sarcastically.

You laugh nervously and shake your head. “No, no, it’s fine, Prince Kaveh. Crown Prince Al Haitham didn’t know, so let’s not start anything at breakfast when we all barely know each other,” you said.

“So, you’re implying that we can start trouble with each other when we’re more familiar with one another?” Cyno teases, the corner of his lips curling up.

A loud huff of breath interrupts the conversation. You turn to see the Prime Minister sitting there, his arms over his chest, looking at the other gentlemen in the room with a disapproving look on his face.

“Almost all of you have juvenile behavior. Accusing Their Highness of having late-night affairs while everyone is asleep?” Prime Minister Pierro asks, scoffing.

Pantalone leans back in his seat and chuckles softly. “You only knew Their Highness for less than two hours, and you’re already making a fool out of yourself, Crown Prince Al Haitham,” Pantalone says, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

The Chief Physician snorts. “Way to ruin your chances of Their Highness picking you to be betrothed to,” Dottore chuckles.

“As if Their Highness will pick them in the first place,” The Captain snorts, flicking his jet-black hair over his shoulders.

The Shogun rolls his eyes and scoffs loudly, crossing his right leg over his left. “You four fools think you have the chance to be with Their Highness? Ha! Please, that’s comical,” Scaramouche laughs sarcastically.

You turn to look at Heizou and Itto. “I thought my parents invited royals. Did my parents invite high-profiled people in general?” You whisper.

Heizou and Itto shrug their shoulders simultaneously. You sit back in your seat and watch how the men interact with each other. There’s tension between them, and you’re hoping that Crown Prince Al Haitham’s comment won’t be the reason why there will be war among all nations. You clear your throat to grab their attention.

“If you’re all finished eating, then we can all go to the gardens outside the castle to get to know each other. More so, this is a way for me to get to know you all individually without having to speak over anyone. Perhaps this can be a way for all of you to strengthen the bonds between your nations,” You said, getting up from your seat.

General Gorou’s head perks up, and he smiles at you brightly. “That sounds like a fantastic idea, Your Highness! Plus, you can also give us a tour of the castle while we’re at it,” General Gorou says.

“A castle tour? Is this your first time visiting the kingdom?” You ask, looking at everyone owlishly.

General Xiao shakes his head. “We have visited the kingdom before, but we have never gone anywhere that isn’t the foyer, training grounds, ballroom, and throne room,” General Xiao explains.

“Oh! Well, if that’s the case, then I will be delighted to give you all a castle tour if it’s okay with my parents?” You look over at your parents, waiting for them to give you approval.

Your mother and father nod their heads, giving you a small smile. You got up from your seat and gestured for the men to follow you out of the dining room. Since you’ll be giving the visitors a tour of the enormous castle, Heizou and Itto stick by your side, giving the men stern looks.

“If you think we’re going to do something sketchy to Their Highness, both of you are wrong,” General Xiao says, glaring at Heizou and Itto.

Emperor Zhongli chuckles and places his hand on General Xiao’s shoulders. “General Xiao, please try to get along with Their Highness’ bodyguard and retainer. They’re doing their duty to protect Their Highness,” Emperor Zhongli says.

General Xiao grits his teeth, lets out a sharp sigh and complies while bowing to his Emperor. “Understood, Emperor Zhongli,” General Xiao mutters.

The Chief Physician smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Every ruler needs to keep their pets on leashes, or else they’ll bite those around them,” Dottore says.

Archons, you genuinely hope that this doesn’t result in some kind of war. You, Itto, and Heizou shake your heads and continue walking ahead of the men behind you three. The tour of the kingdom has barely started, and yet the men are already starting trouble with one another. You’re not sure how much longer these men can stay in the same room as each other without wanting to rip each other’s heads off or insult one another.

“I hope the head butler of the castle has shown you all your rooms,” you said, turning to look at the men behind you.

The Captain, Capitano, nods his head. “Yes, the head butler has shown us where we all will be staying for the time being prior to your arrival,”

You nudge Heizou lightly. “When you and Itto went to get me, I thought the guests had just arrived at the castle,” you mutter.

“Your retainer must have seen us after we have seen our rooms. The servants took our luggage to our rooms after the head butler showed us where the rooms are,” Prime Minster Pierro interjects.

“I see,” you murmur.

The tour around the castle took a bit of time because of the size of the castle. It wasn’t a boring tour, surprisingly. Some men would crack jokes here and there to lighten the mood. Some of them even asked you about your childhood to get to know you, their future significant other, if you pick them, better.

And now here you are, sitting on the concrete bench while the men are scattered around, conversing with each other and settling into the castle. Itto and Heizou insist on staying by your side at all times, but you chide them and order them to go and have fun and socialize with the visitors.

“Your Highness, why are you here all alone?”

You look up to see Prince Kaeya, Prime Minister Pierro, and Dainsleif, the Captain of the Royal Guard, walking over to you. You stand up, briefly bow to the three men in front of you, and make sure your clothes look presentable. You clear your throat and give them a smile.

“Oh, no need to worry about me. Some alone time is nice once in a while,” you said.

“Especially after having to give almost thirty people a tour around the castle and interact with so many people.” Captain Dainsleif says, nodding.

A bright smile appears on your face. “Yes, exactly! I do hope that you three are enjoying yourselves at the castle. If you need anything, do let me or any of the servants know,” you said.

Captain Dainsleif, Prime Minister Pierro, and Prince Kaeya nod, giving you a smile as they watch you walk to the next group of men who called you over.

“We notice that you were alone, and we want you to hang out with us for a little bit before someone else drags you away,” Prince Venti jokes, patting the seat beside him.

You see Heizou standing beside Prince Aether, a faint smile on Heizou’s face. “Heizou, it’s good to see that you made friends!” You said, approaching the two men.

“Huh? Did Heizou not want to hang out with the rest of us?” Prince Aether asks, looking at you curiously.

You chuckle. “Heizou and Itto were hesitant to leave my side, but I insisted they hang out and socialize with all of you,” you explain.

“As your retainer and bodyguard, I can see why they are hesitant to leave your side. Danger lurks in every corner, and as a royal, the chances of being in danger are higher than a normal civilian,” Lord Kazuha explains.

The Shogun points over at General Xiao with his thumb. “General Xiao is the same as Heizou. He was also reluctant to leave Emperor Zhongli’s side, and it took some convincing to get him to join our group,” said Scaramouche, smirking over at the flustered Liyuen General.

You look at General Xiao and give him a polite smile. “I hope you all get along. I don’t know how long you all will be here, so you might as well make yourself at home and make some friends!” You said.

General Xiao exhales through his nose, nods, and bows to you. “Yes, Your Highness,” said Xiao.

“Gentlemen, as much as I would love to stick around longer, I have to check up on the others to see how they’re adjusting to their stay,” you said.

As you turn to walk away, you’re tackled to the ground. You let out a loud shriek, and a wheeze accompanies it when your back meets the grass.

“Your Highness!” Heizou gasps, running over to your side.

“Crown Prince Ajax, why did you tackle them!?” Emperor Ayato hisses, storming over to where you and Crown Prince Ajax lay.

Crown Prince Ajax cages you between his body and the ground, propping himself up on his hands and looking down at you worriedly.

Crown Prince Ajax swallows the lump in his throat. “Are you okay, Your Highness?” the Crown Prince of Snezhnaya asks, his eyes scanning your face for a reaction.

Instead of lashing out at the Snezhnayan Crown Prince, you lightly tap him and attempt to push him off you. You turn on your side and slowly sit up. You’re still struggling to fill your lungs with air while taking deep gulps, your hand pressing against your chest.

“You knocked the wind out of me,” you wheeze, grabbing onto Heizou’s arms as he helps you get up from the ground.

The Crown Prince of Mondstadt stomps over to the Snezhnayan royal and yanks him up from the ground by the collar. “Why did you tackle them, you Snezhnayan scum?!” Diluc growls.

Pantalone, a notable Treasurer, grabs Diluc by the shoulders and pulls him off the Snezhnayan Crown Prince. “It’s best not to start problems, Crown Prince of Mondstadt. Do you want to cause tension between Mondstadt and Snezhnaya?” The Treasurer raises his eyebrows at the redheaded Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince of Mondstadt glares at Pantalone and smacks Pantalone’s hand off his shoulders. Albedo and Baizhu rush to your side; Baizhu makes sure you’re physically okay while Albedo asks you many questions to see if there’s any damage.

“We should take you to the infirmary,” The green-haired Physician says, dusting grass off your clothes.

You shake your head. “I’m fine. I’m just out of breath,” you said. You turn to look at the ginger-haired Snezhnayan man. “Is there a reason why you tackled me to the ground without warning?” You ask.

“Your pupils are dilated. We need to get you checked out to ensure you didn’t hit your head when you fell,” Albedo says gently.

General Gorou runs up to the crowd surrounding you and holds up an arrow. “This was flying toward your direction, and Crown Prince Ajax knew that you wouldn’t be able to dodge it, so he took it into his own hands and tackled you to the ground before the arrow could hit you,” General Gorou explains, tossing the arrow to the ground in front of you.

“Where did that arrow come from?” Crown Prince Al Haitham mutters, turning to survey his surroundings.

“Your Highness,” General Cyno calls out to you, walking up to where you stand. “Is there a training ground nearby?” General Gorou asks, stopping in front of you.

You nod and point to the large cement wall. “Behind that wall is a training ground,” you answer.

“Maybe the arrow that flew in Their Highness’ direction came from the training ground. I don’t think it’s an assassination attempt. If so, then the assassin would’ve been caught almost immediately,” Thoma says, standing beside the Inazuman Emperor.

You snort. “Thoma, I don’t know if I have informed you all of this already, but the person that has tried to assassinate me is still out there,” you rub your aching back. “Now that I think about it, I should get checked out. I’m starting to feel a bit sore,” you said.

“We’ll take you to the infirmary to get you checked out. I’m sure I brought some medicines and remedies just in case anything happens,” Tighnari says, holding his hand out for you to take.

Prince Kaveh sighs and rubs his temples. “Their Highness’ parents are going to kill us all if anything happens to them,” Prince Kaveh mutters.

Upon your arrival at the castle's infirmary, you’re swarmed by doctors and nurses. While you try to tell them that you weren’t horribly injured, seeing the grass stains on your clothes and little tears on the expensive fabric sends them into a frenzy.

“Please back up and give Their Highness some space. We don’t want to overwhelm them,” Tighnari instructs, shooing people away from you as you walk to the chair and sit down.

As the Physician to the royal family (your family), Baizhu walks up to you and begins to conduct basic examinations.

Other than a scratch, getting grass stains on your clothes, and a bruised pride, you’re in decent condition. There aren’t any life-threatening injuries or injuries in that case. To make it short: you’re fine. You’re humiliated that Crown Prince Ajax tackled you in front of people. Handsome people, him included. After Heizou has taken you to your room to change your clothes, you collapse on your bed and cover your face with your hands.

“This is so humiliating.” You groan, shutting your eyes and feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

You hear the door to your bedroom open. You open your eyes, remove your hands from your eyes and see Tsu and Mingxi enter your bedroom with new clothes in their hands. Mingxi gestures for you to go to the bathroom and wash up (you also have some grass in your hair) before they change you into your new clothes. Before going to the bathroom to quickly wash up, Mingxi and Tsu untied the corset for you and helped you out of the corset.

You shut the bathroom door behind you and begin stripping your clothes off. The bath has already been prepared for you by Tsu herself. You sit in the bathtub, hugging your knees to your chest, replaying the most embarrassing moment in your life in your head. You close your eyes in misery and rest your chin on your knees. You’re not prepared for what’s to come for the next however many days the men will be staying.

The next day, you sit across the two Emperors of Inazuma and Liyue, having tea with the most powerful and influential men of their nation. Heizou pours the tea into the ceramic teacups, concentrating on pouring the right amount of tea for each person. You tuck your hair behind your ear and look out of the window, watching the other men chase each other around while conversing with each other.

“It’s nice to see everyone getting along after one day of knowing each other,” you murmur, reaching for the steaming cup of tea.

Emperor Ayato sips his tea elegantly after lightly blowing on it. “How are you feeling today, Your Highness?” Emperor Ayato asks, gazing at you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

You sip the tea and almost hiss at how hot it is despite blowing on the tea to cool it down. “I am doing well, Emperor Ayato! Thank you for asking,” you smile at the Inazuman man sitting across from you.

“You didn’t stay up late, did you?” Emperor Zhongli asks suddenly, gazing at you intently with his amber eyes.

You clear your throat, place the teacup on the saucer and shake your head. “I did not, Emperor Zhongli! In fact, I believe my parents are allowing me to take a week off of my studies,” you said.

Right when you answer Zhongli, Hans peeks his head into the room.

“Your Highness, your parents would like me to inform you that your piano lesson starts in an hour,” said Hans.

You sigh, slouching in your seat as you prop your head up in the palm of your right hand. “Understood, Hans,” you give him a small smile, watching him leave the room. You lean in your seat and close your eyes. “I stand corrected,” you said, snorting to yourself.

“We can keep you company if you’d like. We would love to see you play the piano,” Emperor Ayato offers, a soft smile appearing on his face.

You suddenly became shy. “I mean…. it’s up to you if you want to watch me play the piano. I don’t want to bore you all to sleep,” you murmur.

“I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind watching you play the piano. After all, as your future husband, we must indulge in your performances and activities,” Emperor Zhongli says nonchalantly, sipping his tea.

Your cheeks grow warm when you hear Emperor Zhongli mention the word “husband.” “Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. You all have a choice,” you said shyly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Your Highness. We’ll be there to watch your performance,” The Shogun says, entering the room with his head held high.

You blink at Scaramouche. “Were you listening to the conversation the entire time?” You ask, turning to look at the window only to see that no one is outside.

“We arrived not too long ago when Hans was informing you that your parents wanted you to go to your piano lesson today,” Crown Prince Diluc replies.

Prince Kaeya leans on the back of your chair, smiling down at you. “Your Highness, I didn’t know you play the piano,” Prince Kaeya says, lifting your left hand up and pressing a kiss on your knuckle.

“Their Highness’ father went on a tangent about them being able to play multiple instruments, Prince Kaeya,” Captain Dainsleif deadpans.

“Ah, but Captain Dainsleif! Their Highness’ father never specified the instruments!” Crown Prince Ajax interjects.

You look over at the clock and nearly jump out of your seat. You stand abruptly from your chair, almost spilling the teacup over during your haste. “Oh, dear archons. It’s almost time for my piano lesson. My piano teacher, Juliette, is going to have my head on the silver platter if I’m late,” you panic.

“I’m sure your piano teacher will understand,” said the Chief Alchemist.

You drag out a sigh and frown. “I didn’t even get to finish my tea,” you tell them sadly before walking out of the room with Heizou and Itto by your side while the men follow close behind you, Itto, and Heizou.

“Is your piano teacher aware of us visiting?” Lord Kazuha asks, his red orbs scanning the portraits hanging on the castle’s wall.

You shrug your shoulders. “That, I do not know. I’m hoping my parents informed her of your visitation. Still, because I was also unaware of the visitation, I’m assuming my parents didn’t inform her of it,” you answer.

“Your parents didn’t inform you about our visitation and the arranged marriage situation?” General Gorou asks, looking at you in disbelief.

You shake your head. “They did not, unfortunately. I don’t know why they kept it hidden from me until the last minute when Heizou, my retainer, informed me about it yesterday morning,” you shrug your shoulders.

“Maybe they didn’t let you know about it until the last minute because they’re worried you would lash out at them or make a big deal about it?” Baizhu asks, looking at you curiously.

You purse your lips and stroke your chin. Could Baizhu be correct? The topic of marriage never emerged in any of your and your parents’ conversations, so you’re not entirely sure why they kept it a secret until the last minute.

Prince Venti skips up to you, squeezing between Itto and Heizou. “You know, Your Highness, since you’re musically talented in various instruments, what do you think about performing at a music festival with me in Mondstadt?”

Your eyes light up. “A music festival, you say?” You gasp, stopping in your tracks. “I would love to join you, Prince Venti! Do you know when this music festival will be held?” You ask, twirling from side to side with giddiness.

“Are you talking about the Windblume Festival, or are you referring to the Iridescence Tour?” Prince Aether asks, butting in between you and Venti.

“I think he’s referring to both!” Thoma says.

You and your esteemed visitors arrive at the entertainment room (which is the ballroom where your piano lessons are usually held). You all see Juliette standing beside the grand piano with her arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping on the glossy floor impatiently. Juliette’s head snaps in your direction, her blonde eyebrows narrowing when she sees you enter the room.

“You’re late!” Juliette exclaims; Juliette has a heavy Fontaine accent.

You give Juliette a sympathetic smile as the blonde woman walks down the stairs and approaches you all. “Apologies, Juliette. I was informed at the last minute, again, by Hans about the lesson.”

“I do not accept tardiness, Your Highness. I do not care if you’re a child of poverty or a part of the royal family,” Juliette hisses.

Al Haitham stares at Juliette blankly. “Your parents made a grave mistake of hiring someone like that to be your piano teacher, Your Highness,” Al Haitham mutters, narrowing his eyes at the blonde woman standing in front of you.

“Let’s not waste any more time, Your Highness! Chop, chop!” Juliette claps her hands, ushering you to the stage where the grand piano stands.

“If anyone speaks to my spouse like that, I would fire them immediately,” Cyno states.

Kaveh scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I don’t understand how someone like Their Highness’ piano teacher can disrespect their student like that,” Kaveh grumbles.

Prime Minster Pierro clears his throat. “After Their Highness’ performance, I’ll have a word with Their Majesties about hiring a new piano teacher,” Prime Minister Pierro says gruffly.

You sit in front of the piano and stare at the keys. The only people you have played the piano for are your parents, your piano teacher, Itto, and Heizou. Now that you have a reasonable-sized crowd watching you play the piano, you can’t help but feel nervous. Not wanting Juliette to chew you out in front of your guests (and future husband), you began playing the piano while gazing at the music sheets in front of you.

You were doing so well until your finger slipped, making you play a tune that wasn’t part of the music. Juliette’s eyes twitch, and she whips your hand with a riding crop, making you pull your hand to your chest with a loud yelp.

“Your Highness!” Prince Aether gasps in horror, running up the stairs to the stage where you sat.

You rub the area where Juliette has whipped your hand, trying to soothe the searing pain on the back of your hand. Juliette always has a way of punishing you for messing up your performance, and whipping your hand with a riding crop is one of them.

“Out. Your presence isn’t needed here anymore,” The Capitan glowers at your piano teacher. Juliette glares at The Captain. “I do not take orders from anyone,” Juliette scowls, pointing her nose up in the air.

You can see the steam coming out from his helmet as The Captain stomps over to Juliette, grabs her by the bicep, and drags her to the door of the ballroom.

“Your piano teacher doesn’t treat you like that all the time, does she?” Pantalone asks.

You chuckle weakly. “That’s how I learn how to play the piano fast. I didn’t want to upset Juliette or annoy her in any way by messing up,” You reply.

The Chief Physician frowns. “Your Highness, messing up is part of the learning process. You may be part of a royal family, but that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to make a mistake or two,” Dottore says softly.

You wave Dottore’s comment off. “I understand that, but Juliette has been my piano teacher for years now. I’m used to her attitude and the way she teaches,” you said. “Although I shouldn’t be taking it lightly at all,” you grumble under your breath.

“Your Highness, your performance is beautiful. Sure, you made a small mistake, but that doesn’t take away from the performance,” Lord Kazuha says.

You press your lips into a thin line and stand up from your seat, walking down the steps with Prince Aether walking beside you. “I was hoping to give you all a good performance, but I messed up, and you all witnessed Juliette being Juliette,” you sigh.

Prince Venti walks up and places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself, Your Highness. Your performance is beautiful! Everyone in the room enjoyed your performance, and the only person that didn’t was your cruel piano teacher,” Prince Venti reassures you.

“The only thing that hurts is my pride. First, I get tackled by the Crown Prince of Snezhnaya. That bruised my ego. Second, I mess up my performance in front of all of you. Third, my piano teacher whips my hand with a riding crop in front of all of you,” you sigh.

“Are you upset because you have been getting hurt in the last two days of us being here?” General Gorou asks.

You slowly nod while thinking it over. “Yes. And because I’ve been humiliated way too many times in front of all of you. If it was in private, where none of you witnessed my humiliation, I would’ve been okay with it. But….” you trail off, pinching the bridge of your nose. “This is so embarrassing!” You whisper.

“Your Highness, it’s okay to have some embarrassing moments. You’ll be seeing us humiliate ourselves during our visitation! Plus, when you marry one of us, we’ll witness many humiliating things. We might as well get used to it or try to,” Tighnari says, smiling at you.

You give the men a weak smile. “Thank you for trying to comfort me. I don’t really know what else to say,” you rub your neck.

“Let’s go put some ice pack on your hand,” Crown Prince Al Haitham says, reaching for your hand and rubbing the area where Juliette whipped your hand.

You wince and pull your hand out from Crown Prince Al Haitham’s grasp. “Yes, we should ice my hand. It’s stinging,” you murmur, hugging your hand to your chest.

You turn around and walk out of the ballroom with the men following behind. Heizou and Itto are fussing over your hand while you allow them to talk your ears off. You can’t help but notice that Juliette had whipped your hand harder than she did the previous times she had done it.

Prince Kaveh nudges Crown Prince Al Haitham. “Were you trying to make a move on Their Highness in front of us?” Prince Kaveh whispers to Crown Prince Al Haitham.

“It seems like it’s a subtle way of showing Their Highness affection in front of every one of us,” General Cyno mutters.

“I think he only did that to make up to Their Highness after getting off on the wrong foot with them the day before,” Prince Kaeya interjects, the corner of his lips quirking up.

The Shogun snorts. “As if that would let him be ahead of us,” Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

“Out of all of us, who do you think Their Highness is going to pick to be engaged and married to?” Crown Prince Diluc asks.

The question causes everyone to pause in their tracks, you included. The men turn to look at you, waiting for you to answer. You stare back at them, trying to process the question Crown Prince Diluc had asked.

You laugh nervously. “Gentlemen, I only know you all for two days. I still need time to get to know all of you before making a decision,” you say.

Captain Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest. “Fair enough,” Captain Dainsleif says.

“I don’t want to dampen the mood, but let’s be real. Their Highness is going to choose me,” Crown Prince Ajax says, smirking.

Baizhu rolls his eyes. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now, shall we?”

You all continue on your walk to the castle’s infirmary. The men behind you, Itto and Heizou, continue to debate on who you’re going to choose to be married to. You’re not entirely sure who you’re going to pick out of everyone. Mainly because you don’t want to break their hearts and because you really do not know who you’re going to choose. So, Your Highness, who are you going to choose out of the twenty-five men around you?

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