#anyone can see he's charming ... he's nice to look at--unlike what others would have us believe

[throughpatchesofviolet]

I've been unable to stop thinking about him, by the way.

[ure-a-sunflower]

Truth, Dare, and Jealousy

Written by ure-a-sunflower

Eddie Munson x reader!all genders (Stranger Things fanfiction)

This is my first time publishing any of my work since I really wanted to gatekeep this stuff to myself. I’ll be honest, I wrote a lot of Eddie fan fics so I’ll see how this one turns out. Please be nice, I beg of you. I just did this for fun back in August of 2022.

CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking, some swearing, NO SPOILERS

Word Count: 3k

Eddie knew well that you hardly expressed crushes on real life boys aside from your beloved fictional characters. He was fine with that, honestly, because competition with some actually-not-real man that was good as paper and had as much depth as a kids blow up pool was nothing too personal for him. It was probably the dark brooding charm female authors would win you over with or the romantic promises these guys had that were downright unrealistic.

Regardless of that, you and Eddie connect really well and while he didn’t want to admit it, he was starting to develop feelings for you.

(Rest of the fic is below the cut)

This was kinda bad. You had only joined Hellfire a year ago and you got to Eddie real good. The other boys didn’t see it as much, but the way you both would squeal and jump for joy when you would come up with campaign ideas and talk about the most recent news of D&D… he never thought anyone else was like him. That was probably the first time he actually noticed you way past being a member of his club. Sure, you weren’t the biggest metalhead like the others, but when he saw you singing along to Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden in his van, he thought he was hallucinating.

But he was the group’s dungeon master and you weren’t held on the same freak level as him. You still hung out with your other best friends and your choice of aesthetic only dabbled in a bit of punk when given the chance. He thought you looked gorgeous when you would mix both. And considering how good you both got on already, Eddie was afraid he’d ruin what was between you. He couldn’t bear making it awkward.

At the end of a long week before a big school break, Eddie invited you to his trailer to hang out. The other Hellfire members had plans, which left the both of you alone.

“Truth or dare?” Eddie asked, while offering you another shot of the brandy. You downed it after swiping it from his hands and wiped your lips with your shirt. “Um, truth. Got nothing to hide.”

“Uhhh, alright.” Eddie leaned back to think. What useful information can he get out of you? He practically knew everything about you since you act like an open book around him. “Okay, I got one.”

“Shoot, Munson.” You didn’t like the clever smirk on his face.

“Who do you think is the most attractive member in Hellfire?”

Damn, you didn’t expect him to enter that territory. Eddie only took up your offer for a drinking game because you were getting sick of him being short of a human smoke machine. You weren’t planning to confess your stupid little crush on him that you’ve had for months now. What would he think of you?

“Wow, uh, you really wanna know?” you laughed it off awkwardly. Eddie noticed your uncomfortableness and chuckled. “I mean, you can answer my question or pick a worse dare, honey.”

God, his stupid nicknames. He wasn’t tipsy like you at the moment because unlike you, Eddie wasn’t a lightweight. “Let me hear the punishment then. I’ll consider my options.”

“That’s so against the rules but since you’re my favorite, I’ll tell you… I dare you to run around the trailer park, naked, and singing.”

“Eddie!” you yelled. “Are you trying to have fun or have me admitted to the nearest psychiatric ward?!” Soon, he was rollling on the floor, laughing. You couldn’t even bring yourself to imagine what you’d look like. Sure, you’d do anything for Eddie Munson, but that? You’d have to pass.

“So, ‘most attractive member’ then? Come on, sweets, we don’t have all night.”

“But won’t that sound like I’m attracted to them?”

“I mean, maybe. Be as objective as you want.”

You gulped. You really didn’t want Eddie to assume you had a crush on him but you also didn’t want him to think you had one on another Hellfire member. The least thing you’d want him to do is tease you with someone else. On top of things, inflating his already big sarcastic ego would end you.

“Um… huh, that’s tough…” You put your chin in your finger and thought hard. None of the freshmen were on the table. Jeff is sweet but he wasn’t your type— he was more like a brother to you, anyways. Last person left…

Everyone in Hellfire wasn’t afraid to admit that Gareth was handsome. Sure, he still had the baby cheeks and freckles from middle school, but you think his hair is really cute and fluffy even way back then. You always went out of your way to point that out and he’d blush super hard. He also gives you the best hugs, rivalring Eddie’s. Gareth is sweet and nice to you in and out of school, opposite of Grant and Eddie who are total pranksters. You have a soft spot for the guy. If only you weren’t so close with Eddie, you’d probably be fully head over heels with Gareth already.

You took a deep breath and shook your head in between a chuckle. “I guess I’m gonna go with Gareth.”

Eddie’s heart kinda stopped. Gareth? Gareth Emerson? He was already planning in his head how he would react when you’d say it was him. Ready to thank you and graciously shower you with praises while you roll your eyes and tell him not to take it too personally. That’s kind of why he asked the question, if he was being honest. He wanted to hear it from you.

You always loved teasing and calling Eddie your “pretty boy”, playing with his hair and braiding it whenever you both hung out. Once, you complimented his doe eyes while you were both out and about, and Eddie never forgot that moment since. It was the first time anyone has really noticed his features like that. The first time you met him, you even said his style was cool because he looked like a certified rockstar. But you thought Gareth was the most attractive when you were both alone right now? Seriously?

Eddie figured he’ll need to down a whole bottle and smoke himself to death once you go home. Then he just got more worried.

Why did he react that way?

“Eds, you good?” You waved a hand in front of his face as Eddie snapped out of his thoughts. You waited for his response after he kind of just blanked out.

He regretted asking you for the truth now. Should’ve just gone with like ‘what’s your go-to ice cream flavor’ or ‘who’s your favorite dungeon master and rockstar whose name starts with an E and rhymes with teddy’. Now, he just felt like some pathetic loser pouting because he didn’t like your answer. God, he felt like a stupid middle schooler all over again.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright.” He looked like he snapped out of his trance but his eyes look everywhere but yours. His hands seize the bottle and he downs some. “So, uh, Gareth huh?”

Completely oblivious, you giggle and shove his shoulder. “Don’t tell him I told you that. Besides, I only see him as a close friend.” You better, Eddie thought. You noticed the tension in Eddie’s jaw and put a hand on his thigh to calm him down. It only had the opposite effect. “Hey. Something’s bothering you, I can tell.”

“It’s nothing. Why did you choose Gareth?”

The way he so quickly changed the subject didn’t slip past you. But you figured it wasn’t worth pressing on more. “I mean,” you scratch your neck, “he’s really sweet and it’s no secret that he’s got good genes.”

Eddie’s eyebrows only furrowed. The grin of disbelief on his face looked less amused and more annoyed.

“Really? I mean, am I not sweet? It’s gotta be the hair, isn’t it?”

You tilted your head in confusion.

“Eddie… are you… jealous?”

You thought he was gonna have a whiplash with the way he snapped his head towards you. “What did you just say?” Despite the utter confusion in his face, you knew he heard you. You smirked and continued.

“Are you jealous of me saying Gareth’s attractive?” His poor best friend Gareth, having no idea that Eddie’s currently dunking his head in a barrel of water in his mind. How dare he look attractive to the person he’s had the biggest crush ever on. Now, they’re onto him.

Playing dumb was his only option. “No, I’m not. Why would I be jealous? Don’t be ridiculous. I’m teasing you about this!” Air quotes and all, you saw through his façade. The defenses were raised and you could tell Eddie was lying. His ears were a brighter pink than before and though you were tipsy, you still had a strong intuition that you just made your best friend envious. The alcohol in your system seemed to not only fuel your courage but also your audacity. You leaned in to mess with him further. “I just figured, y’know, since you reacted when I said that.”

“I did not react.” Such a child. You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Sure…” An idea popped in your head. “Then, you wouldn’t mind if I asked Gareth out after break?”

Eddie thought he was going to faint. Or combust. Whichever was faster.

“Are— Are you fucking serious?!” Eddie jumped in his seat, accidentally banging his knees on the table and staring at you like you’ve grown another head. You were laughing at this point, clutching your stomach and throwing your head back. If only Eddie didn’t hear your previous words, he would’ve thought you looked like a pure angel. But he was genuinely shocked.

“Munson, what has gotten into you?! I’m only joking!” Eddie’s been having heart attack after heart attack with each sentence you uttered. He didn’t know if he should be relieved or pissed off at you. “You really don’t like me going out with him, don’t you? Well, I know how much Gareth means to Jeff. Can’t get in the way of the most legendary bromance in Hawkins.”

Eddie slapped a hand over his face and groaned. He opened his mouth to say something when you beat him to it. “Or does it feel incestuous to date someone from Hellfire? I see why you’re so protective of them. I kinda see the boys as like my brothers—“

“Just shut up!” Playing cards, napkins, plastic forks— they scattered from the table to the floor as Eddie frantically attempts to quiet you. You stopped and stared at him. Usually, you would shrink away and tear up when someone raised their voice like that at you, but you knew Eddie would never mean you any harm. But then again, this was a first. And he sounded so serious.

After no one still said a word, you coughed and decided to change the topic. “… A-Alright, um, that’s enough truth or dare for one night.”

When you were about to leave and walk yourself home, because you were too tipsy as hell to even bike, Eddie insisted you stay. You gave up arguing with him when nothing could convince him to leave you there in the streets all by yourself. He couldn’t drive you either because he was slightly high, never wanting to lose his van because of a DUI arrest, and casually admitted that he won’t be able to sleep knowing you weren’t safe.

You were quite basically trapped in his arms as he cuddled you on his couch.

It was a compromising position, really. You never figured Eddie to be the cuddlebear, but the way he clung onto you was like you were going to disappear from his hands. To make yourself comfortable, you cuddled into him, placing your head on his chest, and Eddie’s heart melted at your gesture.

Your head in his chest, his legs over yours— he was going to be so pissed at himself in the morning.

He knew what he was doing but also not. So did you. This was how lovers would hold each other. It just felt right to be in the other’s arms and not care about the world, a crazy and cruel world. Yes, you were both good friends, but this was just you guys testing the waters of your friendship. No romantic shit. It was just two tipsy best friends cuddling closely on the couch, a thriller movie in the background as soft rain pattered outside. Super platonic. Yep.

You were drifting off to sleep time and time again because of how good of a white noise the TV and rain were, and Eddie couldn’t help but notice. However, he had something bothering him that he had to bring up to you before you start dozing off and become knocked off cold. He couldn’t wait until the morning to tell you since he knew well he’d chicken out again. Perhaps he invited you to drink some alcohol so he could finally confess using liquid courage, and in the case if you’d reject him, he’d just blame it on being drunk. Perfect foolproof plan.

“Hey,” Eddie whispered your name by the shell of your ear. You stirred from your sleepiness and turned up to him. “Hey, um… I’m sorry if I, uh, made an outburst earlier.”

It wasn’t easy to decipher what this was all about, especially when you were half-asleep and in the midst of sobering at this point. “For what? About Gareth? Don’t worry, I know we were being stupid.” You still didn’t understand why he made such a fuss, but you were just trying to move on from the situation. Nevermind figuring out his reasons. Your heart was pounding miles a minute. You were holding your crush like you were partners, and you wanted to be out of there and in between his arms more than ever at the same time. It was worth cherishing this position before you two part in the morning and just pretend nothing happened.

Eddie hated that you said his name again. “Yeah… I just…you know… I guess I was jealous.”

You took a pause to digest what he said. “You were? Oh, Eddie, I know I said Gareth but you’re still the pretty boy! I mean, you know I love your hair and your eyes—“

“No, it’s not that I’m jealous of Gareth’s looks.” Eddie took a deep breath. Yours hitched, waiting for his next words. He tried to look into your eyes but you could see them shaking and he kept averting your gaze. “I… well… shit. H-How am I gonna say this….?”

“… Yeah?”

“I-I got… I got jealous… that you like him.”

At this point you were grasping at sticks. What did that even mean? Was he jealous of the attention? Of your feelings? That another guy was held in a position higher than Eddie Munson, Hellfire’s Beloved Leader? It was starting to get annoying.

“Eddie, we’re so close and we’ve been great friends since I’ve known you. Fucking hell, you’re our Dungeon Master. I know you and Gareth are like brothers and I get it if you don’t want anyone dating in the club. You’ve got nothing to worry about just because I think he’s got looks—“

“No,” he shook his head, finally demanding your attention, “like, I like like you. I have feelings for you and I want to be with you. As your… boyfriend.”

You were certainly stunned.

Maybe you just waited and pushed for him to say it, but you still couldn’t believe it. Did Eddie just confess he liked you? First? You wanted to soar and you felt like you could touch stars. Holy shit. You wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Was it the alcohol that made you like this?

“…And I know I sound stupid or selfish but I guess I have to make my moves now since you want to ask Gareth out.”

Your mouth was still gaped wide open as Eddie continued rambling about how much he liked you. “—like we were alone in the drama room one night while cleaning and we danced to that stupid jazzy song you put on like my parents used to when I was a kid and I didn’t know it at that time but I think that’s when I realized I was falling really badly for you—“

You had scooted your way towards him the entire time he was going on and on, fully facing his direction, and took his hands that were wildly gesturing the entire time. “Eddie.”

“—because you’re just so nice and understanding and patient with me a-and— huh?” He was staring at you like a baby deer in headlights as you cupped his cheek. You could feel the warmth as his eyes widened. “I really like you too. I’ve fallen in love with you for months now.”

There was just silence. Silence on your end because you can’t believe you’ve finally said that, and Eddie was shortcircuiting with the words you’ve said to him. He had to repeat them in his head to make sure they really meant what he was thinking they meant. “You… You really—? But Gareth—“

“I only said Gareth because I didn’t know if I should confess I like you. I’ve had a crush on you since sophomore year.”

“You liked me for that long?! Wha— Wait, I, oh gosh so you actually like me?”

“Eddie, I want to be yours. I love you. I really do.”

That was the happiest he’s been in forever. If he had to put it in words, it felt like someone lit a firework and his heart was fizzing around the room.

Pulling you to him, he mumbled a “may I kiss you?” and you nodded eagerly. Eddie placed a hand below your chin and locked his lips with yours passionately, absolutely savoring this moment because he’s been waiting for it for sleepless nights and hopeless daydreams. It was finally happening.

He whispered in between kisses, “I love you so so much” which made you giggle. “I can’t believe I have the best, kindest, and hottest partner in all of the world.” When you rolled your eyes, Eddie shook his head disapprovingly and kissed you once again until you were literally gasping for air and telling him “okay! Okay! I believe you! Gosh, I love you so much, Eddie!”

At the next campaign, it was no doubt a surprise to Hellfire when Eddie suddenly announced you were his partner the moment you walked in the door.

[morgana-ren]

If your astarion ended up in baulders gate would it be much different from og Astarion?

Oh yeah. Drastically. This is if he is somehow yoinked from his special little universe with his brothers and slapped down in this Toril for some reason. If you have any other ideas, let me know.

Our Astarion is much more... well, put into two words, confident and evil. He'd argue that he's not evil and that morality is banal, but he's definitely some type of evil, to put it quickly and without a complete psychological breakdown of his brain. He can be cruel in the OG Baldur's Gate 3 to be certain, but a lot of that stems from his fear and bitterness. Our Astarion has no fear. He's just a dick.

He's not going to seduce someone to make himself feel safe like he would in the original. He's very much capable of keeping himself safe. If he's seducing someone, it's because he has taken an interest in them and believes he can manipulate them into being his little plaything to keep him nice and full (and empty) and happy (just a bonus he doesn't have to share with the bastads hehe.) There's not going to be a lot of those tender, beautiful honest moments with this Astarion. He does not have the vulnerabilities that the other Astarion does. He.. um... worked past them already.

Finding out Cazador is alive in this universe would elate him. You mean he gets to kill him again? And he can be more sadistic this time? Oh, he would have a field day. Truth be told, he would make a game out of it. You'd have to talk him out of trying to enslave Cazador. He has a friend who can eat him and keep him alive while doing it (and well after) so he would literally try to drag him back to his own universe by his feet if he needed to. If you managed to talk him out of that, he's still going to do some... very horrible things with a gleeful smile.

He's a vampire lord. Not a spawn. He can already turn into a bat and into mist and call wolves. He has some crazy abilities. I can see him using them creatively because the fights are just... trivial. He'd be deliberately messing with his prey, seeing how long he could torture them (sending wolf after wolf in, draining them only to revive them, etc) before someone in the group either got irritated or off put.

He is himself. He's not pretending to be anyone else unlike his friends. He'll be amicable only because he has a little worm in his brain (terrible inconvenience) but ultimately, he isn't worried about it. He's still deadly charming but there is no ulterior motive. He's very straight forward about who he is and what he wants.

Honestly, working with the group might be difficult for him. If he thought it might benefit him more, he'd probably break off with a Tav he's interested in, and go his own way. Partially because he feels more efficient that way, but also because isolating Tav is far more effective when he's playing his little mind games. That's only if he takes an interest in Tav or he feels like the group is holding him back somehow. He already has a friend group and he's not looking for more. A little doll to play with? Now that's different.

He's going to enjoy himself a lot more. This is like a vacation for him. Both from boredom and his brothers. He's going to indulge every delight the Sword Coast has to offer. The finest foods, men, women, linens, no expense spared. He's not worried about the tadpole. In fact, one of the similarities that he has with OG Astarion is he's going to see if he can work it to his advantage. He'll never turn down more power.

He's going to want to take over the Netherbrain and rule the world. You know, just for funsies. Worst comes to worst, the brain breaks free down the road, he abandons ship and fucks off back to his special little universe. He's treating this like his sandbox. He has a hard time taking anything seriously because everything always works out just so for him.

Ultimately, there's a lot of differences, but these are some of the quick ones that come to mind. If you have any specific scenarios or questions, let me know!

[thelongestway]

i am occasionally struck by the feeling that Sei Shōnagon would've done numbers as a blogger

i mean she basically was one like 10 centuries before the internet

Our Lady of the First Blog

I mean. She is incredibly caustic in her writing

She's very honest about what she finds ugly or pretty; she is not at all in any way nice and judges people a lot based on looks; she has entire entries on what she finds disgusting (not sure what the word in the original is; the English translation uses "hateful" for some reason); she's an aristocrat who thinks snow on poor people's houses is ugly, and especially if lit up by moonlight; she would be So Problematic honestly

but she is also an excellent writer, and a lot of the time a compassionate writer; she was a lady at court known primarily for her sharp tongue; she has a keen eye and a deft hand and humor; she won poetic duels; she wrote fantastic erotic scenes with humor and delight

I mean. Just look at this drabble entry #4: "It is so stiflingly hot". It has like three lines of dialogue, and yet!

It Is So Stiflingly Hot

It is so stiflingly hot in the Seventh Month that even at night one keeps all the doors and lattices open. At such times it is delightful to wake up when the moon is shining and to look outside. I enjoy it even when there is no moon. But to wake up at dawn and see a pale sliver of a moon in the sky - well, I need hardly say how perfect that is.

I like to see a bright new straw mat that has just been spread out on a well-polished floor. The best place for one's three-foot curtain of state is in the front of the room near the veranda. It is pointless to put it in the rear of the room, as it is most unlikely that anyone will peer in from that direction.

It is dawn and a woman is lying in bed after her lover has taken his leave. She is covered up to her head with a light mauve robe that has a lining of dark violet; the colour of both the outside and the lining is fresh and glossy. The woman, who appears to be asleep, wears an unlined orange robe and a dark crimson skirt of stiff silk whose cords hang loosely by her side, as if they have been left untied. Her thick tresses tumble over each other in cascades, and one can imagine how long her hair must be when it falls freely down her back.

Nearby another woman's lover is making his way home in the misty dawn. He is wearing loose violet trousers, an orange hunting costume, so lightly coloured that one can hardly tell whether it has been dyed or not, a white robe of stiff silk, and a scarlet robe of glossy, beaten silk. His clothes, which are damp from the mist, hang loosely about him. From the dishevelment of his side locks one can tell how negligently he must have tucked his hair into his black lacquered head-dress when he got up. He wants to return and write his next-morning letter before the dew on the morning glories has had time to vanish; but the path seems endless, and to divert himself he hums "The sprouts in the flax fields".

As he walks along, he passes a house with an open lattice. He is on his way to report for official duty, but cannot help stopping to lift up the blind and peep into the room. It amuses him to think that a man has probably been spending the night here and has only recently got up to leave, just as happened to himself. Perhaps that man too had felt the charm of the dew.

Looking round the room, he notices near the woman's pillow an open fan with a magnolia frame and purple paper; and at the foot of her curtain of state he sees some narrow strips of Michinoku paper and also some other paper of a faded colour, either orange-red or maple.

The woman senses that someone is watching her and, looking up from under her bedclothes, sees a gentleman leaning against the wall by the threshold, a smile on his face. She can tell at once that he is the sort of man with whom she need feel no reserve. All the same, she does not want to enter into any familiar relations with him, and she is annoyed that he should have seen her asleep.

"Well, well. Madam," says the man, leaning forward so that the upper part of his body comes behind her curtains, "what a long nap you're having after your morning adieu I You really are a lie-abed!"

"You call me that. Sir," she replied, "only because you're annoyed at having had to get up before the dew had time to settle."

Their conversation may be commonplace, yet I find there is something delightful about the scene.

Now the gentleman leans further forward and, using his own fan, tries to get hold of the fan by the woman's pillow. Fearing his closeness, she moves further back into her curtain enclosure, her heart pounding. The gentleman picks up the magnolia fan and, while examining it, says in a slightly bitter tone, "How standoffish you are!"

But now it is growing light; there is a sound of people's voices, and it looks as if the sun will soon be up. Only a short while ago this same man was hurrying home to write his next morning letter before the mists had time to clear. Alas, how easily his intentions have been forgotten!

While all this is afoot, the woman's original lover has been busy with his own next-morning letter, and now, quite unexpectedly, the messenger arrives at her house. The letter is attached to a spray of bush-clover, still damp with dew, and the paper gives off a delicious aroma of incense. Because of the new visitor, however, the woman's servants cannot deliver it to her.

Finally it becomes unseemly for the gentleman to stay any longer. As he goes, he is amused to think that a similar scene may be taking place in the house he left earlier that morning.

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𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  believed  that  the  minds  of  scholars  were  truly  unlike  any  others,  certainly  the  most  patient  than  any  other  as  well.  while  most  might  believe  their  ability  to  get  lost  in  books  and  texts  would  hinder  them  elsewhere  he  still  long  believed  them  to  be  the  most  capable  of  all.  their  knowledge  made  them  dangerous  in  other  ways  if  they  so  decided  to  use  it  in  other  ways.  there  was  a  reason  high  rulers  needed  them,  relied  on  them,  and  truly  he  doubted  any  high  ruler  would  take  time  out  of  their  days  to  comb  through  texts,  or  unlikely  fully  understand  or  decipher  them  as  well.  that  sort  of  patience  was  only  possessed  by  the  scholars.  it  must  be  odd  for  daxton,  going  from  a  scholar  to  spy,  but  the  youngest  day  lord  would  conclude  that  the  man  was  entirely  unparalleled  in  his  abilities  to  have  his  high  lady  change  his  positions  to  something  as  lucrative  as  a  spymaster.

  the  other's  disgruntled  tone  draws  an  amused  smile  from  the  day  lord,  really  it  was  a  curious  thing  that  no  matter  how  much  knowledge  scholars  possessed,  it  was  never  enough.  of  course,  declan  knew  that  it  was  more  so  when  they  came  across  unknown  situations  like  this  that  led  them  to  feel  this  a  way.  "the  language  might  be  forgotten,  but  I  do  think  you'd  find  a  way  to  decipher  it,  perhaps  later  when  the  time  permits.  it  must  be  rather  hellish  in  your  mind right now,  huh ?"  declan  was  just  pulling  the  spymaster's  legs  a  bit  in  an  attempt  to  improve  the  other's  mood.  he  ponders  on  the  other's  words  of  mother  not  being  the  eldest,  "rather  a  unsettling  thought  to  even  imagine  something  we  don't  know  exists,  that's  ancient  than  mother."  the  younger  lord  knew  that  just  because  they  had  no  knowledge  of  something,  it  did  not  mean  it  didn't  exist.

  "I  think  only  a  few  of  us  understand  that,  the  rest  are  so  quick  to  bad  mouth  to  her."  naturally,  he  had  some  compassion  for  the  former  queen,  it  was  not  her  fault  that  she  was  only  following  what  has  been  going  on  since  the  beginning  of  their  creation.  she  did  not  make  these  rules  nor  these  customs,  and  from  dec's  understanding,  she  just  a  ordinary  citizen,  not  even  a  noble  prior  to  her  marriage.  normally,  he  wouldn't  think  too  deeply  on  the  matter  of  secret  records  but  now  it  was  a  necessity  as  their  very  freedom  depended  on  it.  "a  few  kind  words  and  a  charming  smile  might  work  on  her.  i'm  sure  that  will  a  nice  change  for  her  as  opposed  to  the  other  sour  faces  around  here  who  try  to  speak  with  her."  dec  prided  himself  in  his  abilities  to  ply  anyone  with  his  charms,  and  he  believed  it  would  work  on  sitara.  "you  can  enjoy  libraries  as  well  other  things  as  well.  your  libraries  will  still  be  waiting  for  you."  he  grinned,  catching  the  other's  eyeroll.  "excellent,  i  will  find  you  tomorrow."  dec's  adoptive  father,  and  previous  high  lord  of  day  was  quite  vocal  of  his  opinions  of  the  seasonal  courts,  none  of  which  dec  could  agree  nor  disagree  to,  seeing  as  he'd  not  visited  any  seasonal  ones.  however,  he  could  appreciate  what  others  had  to  offer,  even  if  they  were  all  a  biased  of  their  own.  he  was  certain  cedrian  almost  felt  the  same  way  his  younger  brother  did.  daxton's  quick  praises  his  summer  court  had  the  younger  male  chucjkle,  "then  let's  hope  it  is  soon,  since  you're  doing  a  swell  job  selling  your  court."  dec  pauses  at  the  other's  confession  of  their  courts,  curious  at  the  brief  look  in  the  other's  gaze.  "cedrian  might  be  open,  i  can  only  imagine  he's  speaking  to  another  high  ruler  this  long  with  those  intents.  how  likely  is  your  high  lady  to  seek  one?"  he  couldn't  say  for  certain,  but  something  of  the  fleeting  look  in  daxton's  gaze  made  him  think  this  man  was  close  to  his  high  lady.

daxton  would  not  speak  or  think  of  his  father  often,  nor  would  he  ever  really  thank  the  man  for  giving  him  his  love  of  reading,  but  he  couldn’t  imagine  he  would  have  found  solace  in  the  stacks  of  books  within  the  summer  library  if  not  for  his  father’s  profession.  he  was  granted  rare  access,  a  commoner  growing  up  alongside  the  high  family  to  the  point  where  he’d  not  even  really  known  he  was  any  different.  that  was  in  his  youth,  though,  and  as  he  aged,  daxton  became  painfully  aware  of  how  different  their  lives  were  indeed.  it  wasn’t  until  the  former  lord  of  summer  passed  and  he’d  become  the  scholar  within  the  inner  circle  that  he  truly  began  to  act  more  of  his  own  person,  to  build  a  friendship  with  the  new  high  lady  that  had  often  been  so  sequestered  away  from  him,  from  everyone.  daxton  had  a  heart  of  gold,  his  care  ran  deep  both  for  the  high  lady  and  the  court  of  summer.  his  upbringing  was  shit,  but  the  life  he’d  made  was  everything  now.  because  of  his  interesting  story,  he  often  found  himself  wondering  how  others  came  to  be.  most  high  families  had  simple  stories,  but  he  knew  the  lord  before  him  did  not  follow  that  same  pattern.  dax  also  had  a  deep  respect  to  stay  out  of  darkened  pasts,  the  shadow  on  declan  was  one  he  left  alone.  

“  it’s  difficult  to  remember  where  our  lands  hail  from  when  the  texts  are  in  a  forgotten  language  difficult  to  translate.  ”  he  mutters,  grumpiness  coating  his  tone.  it  was  one  of  daxton’s  sore  spots,  he  wished  he  were  fluent  in  the  old  tongue  like  his  father  had  been.  it  was  disgusting  to  envy  such  a  horrid  man.  “  they  did,  the  texts  are  vague,  but  history  shows  that  prythian  existed  long  before  what  we  learn.  the  powers  are  bound  to  be  more  ancient  than  the  mother,  perhaps  even  created  her.  ”  a  tilt  of  his  head,  daxton  ponders  the  idea  that  the  cauldron  could  have  brought  this  to  bare.  “  perhaps.  maybe  a  stray  human  or  a  fae  jumped  in.  ”  he  says  as  if  the  cauldron  is  large,  but  daxton  had  never  seen  it.  his  imagination  created  a  large  picture.

“  it’s  understandable,  i’m  certain  the  secrecy  predates  even  her  marriage  to  her  husband.  ”  he  doesn’t  blame  the  woman,  she;s  following  the  code  left  for  her  after  her  husband’s  untimely  death.  another  soft  spot  for  daxton,  the  death  of  a  lover.  even  if  he’d  never  had  that  attachment.  a  slight  chuckle  slips  from  his  lips,  and  he  shrugs.  “  perhaps  we  can.  ”  he  was  willing  to  try  anything,  and  having  a  partner  in  crime  might  make  it  a  bit  easier.  the  words  of  being  a  honeypot  were  still  present  on  his  mind,  he  had  no  desires  to�� flirt  with  the  mother  queen.  perhaps  declan  can  take  upon  that  mantle.  dax  would  have  to  do  his  best  to  keep  his  mouth  shut  and  chuckles  to  himself.  “  i  think  it’s  a  matter  of  time,  more  so  than  if  it  will  happen  at  all.  ”  one  can  hope,  at  least.  with  a  roll  of  his  eyes,  daxton  relaxes  even  more  and  shakes  his  head  at  declan.  “  i  enjoy  libraries,  thank  you.  ”  but  he  knows  the  day  lord  is  right,  and  something  other  than  stressing  over  books  sounded  pleasing.  “  i  am  certain  she  wouldn’t  mind  if  i  were  to  take  a  break.  ”  admits  he.  daxton  knew  alina  cared  for  his  wellbeing,  and  taking  a  break  would  be  crucial  to  keeping  his  head  in  the  game.  besides,  she  had  her  own  distractions,  not  that  he  would  mention  that.  “  oh,  it’s  true.  adriata  has  quite  a  lot  to  offer.  ”  and  he  enjoys  it,  it’s  his  home.  dax’s  eyes  sparkle  at  the  mention  of  their  high  rulers,  obviously  speaking  indeed.  “  i  hope  an  alliance  is  formed  from  their  discussions.  ”  admits  he.

[dear-mrs-otome]

Hi!

I'm sorry to bother you if it's gonna take you long to answer to this!

I'm actually quite confused about the brothers Ricci's relationship (not Emidio, he can go away in exile for all I care).

I'm not an expert on Silvio like you but it's pretty obvious that he's not such a bad guy (he kind gives me Vil vibes from Twisted Wonderland sometimes) but he also was awful with Rio when they we're young, like stealing his thing and selling his dog Belle, so it's kinda reasonable if Rio dislike him now.

But what about Silvio? Does he dislike Rio for real? I mean if it's just for envy or feeling inferior (because the king makes preference 😒) it would make his character a little bit realistic on my opinion but it doesn't explain one thing:

three years ago when Rio did not yet disappeared, he gifted to Silvio something for his birthday and Silvio seemed to had been happy about it.

So that event made my mind go in confusion.

Since you're playing Silvio Route can explain what exactly happend between them?

Thanks a lot!

Let's see what we can unpack.

Things we definitively know from dramatic end:

Silvio has in the past taken things that Rio cares about, and still seems keen to about certain things at least - although let me point out that it was Emidio that stole Rio's dog Belle, not Silvio.

Silvio considers Rio a coward for the way he always hid out of the limelight before his disappearance

Carlo, Silvio's assistant/servant and friend (though Silvio would deny that vehemently) claims that Silvio cares about Valerio a great deal

Carlo claims that Silvio looked for Valerio frantically these three years he's been missing

Silvio is wildly envious of the ease with which Rio earns people's love and adoration, all while holding him in contempt for being 'fake' nice

Rio himself at the end says that while Silvio definitely harassed him in the past, he also protected him a lot as well, and he can't bring himself to hate the guy

The Ricci brothers are an interesting duo, and in some ways they remind me of Theo and Vincent if things had gone worse with them. If Vincent had been a bit more of a vindictive and shrewd person, if Theo had given in to his envy...you would have Rio and Silvio I think.

It's quite obvious that Silvio has a lot of conflicting feelings when it comes to Rio. It's a complicated knot of admiring and envying someone for the traits you wish you had - in his dramatic end, when the brothers have a confrontation at the what I now call 'Cliffs of Brotherly Conflict' (thank you ikevamp and ikegen for reusing the same background) Silvio breaks down and admits he doesn't know shit about love. What it is, how to recognize it, or how to even love someone else properly because unlike Rio, nobody has ever loved him. I think the only person in his life who has probably ever been even remotely nice to him is Rio (and Carlo I suppose), and half of that is just plain pity...the birthday gifts being a good example of that.

He freely concedes to Emma before this that Rio and Emidio always had people surrounding them and adoring them, even as children, but that his own personality sucks and he never had the same ability to charm anyone. Bad mouthed, bad personality, as he puts it. Only when he used some of his pocket money as a child and started a successful business, realizing he had a knack for it, did people begin to flock to him as well - but it was only for his money. Not for himself.

I think Silvio wants to love Rio freely. I think he does, even if he doesn't recognize it or doesn't want to admit it. I think that having Emma in his life will go a long ways towards mending things between the brothers, if only because Silvio will no longer be quite as consumed by his jealousy now that there is someone who loves him and helps him to see how he is loved by others. And in the spaces left behind he can discover the love for his little brother that's always been lurking in the shadow of his envy.

[mochikeiji]

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Request: "For your event can I have my bby, Inumaki Toge (sorry for being so predictable) and prompts 50 and 6 🥺👉👈"

50. "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you"

6. "No, don't cover your smile"

↠ Pairing: Inumaki Toge x F!Reader

↠ Warning: mini make out session in the end, mostly fluffy soft times, italicized fonts are Inumaki's lines through texts

↬ Word Count: 1.3k

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

As much as you find the certain white haired but quiet ball of sunshine, there was one thing that sometimes bothered you. It wasn't major— Inumaki was alright as he is now. If not, perfect you would say. The only thing you don't comprehend is that he kept wearing that long sleeved, collar that reached his mouth. Even you find your annoying teacher was wearing the same thing as your boyfriend after yelling hysterically how he's found his long lost twin while poor Inumaki was dragged out of the blue.

You get it's for hiding the tattoos on the corners of his lips. Maybe there was more to it, but Inumaki wrote it on a paper; a way of communicating, that it wasn't at all that sacred or anything to hide. He just grew fond of hiding his mouth for a long period of time. Though he admits it does kind of make him insecure of the times people saw him in person while walking down the streets with a normal attire. All you could ever have in order to read his emotions were his eyes. There were moments you'd catch a peek of his full features during missions. But it hasn't even reached a minute or so he's already hidden himself like a turtle.

Staring longer at him while laying down on bed bored, it dawned to you how you've never caught on what he'd look like if he smiles underneath that suit he wore. This made you tempted to zip down the little zipper in display, but you know better than to pry in his comfort zone. But oh, can you imagine, just a cute kitten like smile. Or even a pout when he's clinging onto your waist during mornings for more over time cuddles. You needed to see that.

"Hey, Toge."

Fingers tugging down the hem of his suit, Inumaki's attention drifts off of his phone from what Yuta was sending and peered at you, "Shake?" he starts, fiddling with your fingers with his. He does this a lot even in public, so intrigued at how much it has an affect to make his insides all giddy and warm from the playful gesture.

"Can I please see you?"

He snorts a little as he types something on his phone. Lucky you, yours happened to be right next to you. The screen lightening, pinging a notification coming from him,

You already are, you dummy.

Inumaki chuckles a bit when he earned himself a pout and a huff from you. Pinching your cheeks gently in a way of saying sorry and waits for you to explain, "I mean, I want to see you. You know," widening your palm a bit, facing it near your own mouth and began waving up and down at him. "Without the thingy in the way."

He messages again,

Thingy? Really? Aren't you cute.

Sitting up from your position, you waddled closer to his body. Inumaki shifts himself to sit comfortably at the edge of the bed for you to settle yourself on his lap. His hands roamed for a good seconds behind your back, occasionally trying to be sneaky once he's reached a bit lower, but settles nonetheless on your hips.

"I wanna see you smile." while playing with the dangling zipper, "I've never really seen you take this off whenever we're together. Don't get me wrong! It's not ugly! I just, you know."

It startled you when he coos quietly. Squinting his eyes and booping your nose softly. If you weren't mistaken, did he just wiggled himself? He resumes to typing once again something quickly and flashes his screen towards you.

You're just precious.

But I'm not gonna do it.

Kind of bummed from what he said. Then again worried you may have been pushing him on, but then you see his index scroll up from his notepad to reveal the other, large bolded text underneath his last reply,

You do it for me.

"Are you sure? I don't mean to sound pushy."

He types again,

You're not. It's nice to hear that someone can't resist my charms.

Gasping dramatically, you slapped his chest with the back of your hand softly. His shoulders jolting from stifled laughter before grabbing your wrist up to the zipper. It was stupid to have your breath held in. What can you say, it was anticipating really. Giving you a firm nod that it was very much okay for him, you slowly zipped down the collar to unravel half of his face. Your smile was wobbly from failing to hide the embarrassment, more now because he kept arching his brows as if he was teasing you.

When it came to a stop at his chest, your hand automatically reaches out for his jaw. Thumb tracing over the swirly marks now that it was up close and woah, do you want to know if he uses some kind of lip balm or lip gloss. They were so pretty! Probably near as the blubbering blindfolded male.

If you could only see yourself so dazed at him, like any other guy, the corners of his lips rose a tiny bit from all the attention he was gaining from you. He could feel his naked soul burn from the sparkles of admiration through your eyes as you stared at him agape, "You're really handsome."

And like any other guy, to be called handsome hasn't occurred in his book until now. Of course, it's a bit more different if someone you love says it, right? Suddenly feeling quite hot underneath your gaze and comment, his fingers threaded through his bangs to push away from his sweaty forehead. Looking away when he feels the blood in his face circulate to paint his cheeks.

No different than he is, you quickly slapped a palm on your mouth, "I-I mean, you're always handsome! It's just, wow." unable to keep your eyes out of his face, so close you could count the lashes on his eyes, "You're wow. Like, wow. You're with me?"

Couldn't you stop already? It's not often he gets someone praising him. It's always Maki and Yuta that gets the spotlight, occasionally Panda if he's down in the dumps. But couldn't you tell by the way he's suddenly the one who's nervous because of you? It felt too good to hear, he had to gulp down the butterflies that were prying his lips into a large grin. Boy, does he want to hide himself as he lowered his hand from holding his bangs up to cup his mouth. Upon witnessing that, you shake your head with a smile,

"No, don't cover your smile." pinning his hand down, planted on his sides as you leaned closer, "I love your smile."

Nothing but pure sincerity came out from you. What choice does he have to deny you when the reason why he can't even contain himself from smiling was because of you? Shyly tapping on his revealed chest random patterns and scanning each part your eyes could reach, he takes advantage of the closeness you two shared just by the lips. Squeaking between the kisses, his arms circles to your middle to pull you in deeper, your hands acting as a support that held onto his shoulders. Unlike the quick pecks that go by in a flash, he savors this one the most knowing he's got nothing to hide from anything or anyone. No one would've guessed he'd kiss as if it was full of raw, hungry emotions.

Even when you pull away to breathe, he still sneaks more littered kisses on your lips until he was satisfied witha goofy smile on his flushed face. Fumbling to grab his phone open for the prepared text he's put in earlier and pushing it between your faces, "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you."

"You planned this from the start didn't you, you jerk." scoffing playfully to mask your own lovey dovey state from floating to the clouds. He shows you another text briefly before throwing his phone out of the way, resuming back to business in a more intimate position feeling himself become in much need.

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Take less, more kisses, cutie.

[astaroth1357]

How the Brothers Would Try to Corrupt MC w/ Their Sin

I have a headcanon that it's part of demonic nature to try and corrupt humans. Though I think it would be unlikely that the brothers would try to intentionally corrupt MC post-pact, it's still like second nature to them. That means they may try to unintentionally, uh… infect their soul with sin and drag them down into eternal damnation! They don't mean it, but be careful MCs of the world.

Lucifer

One of the hardest things to do can be to make others take pride in themselves… but Lucifer is always ready for a challenge.

The name of the game is praise. The human mind can be easy to manipulate so with enough praise even the most stubborn human will start to believe a drop of their own hype.

Building up pride is a steady thing... He'll usually pick a strength or talent of the MC to give high praise. Perhaps they sing beautifully or they're rather clever, don't worry. He'd let them know.

Light sprinkles of praise steadily increase their self-esteem, which may seem nice and almost healthy at first, but in truth he's laying a trap… He knows how effective his words can be and he's just waiting for them to go to the MC's head.

You think then he would be done right? Oh no. That's not the fun part. What's fun is to then offend that pride he's spent so long building.

He thinks it's cute, really. A small comment here or a little condensation there and they'll get so mad. It's just so amusing!

Of course, he can't take what he dishes, so they'll need to watch out. But don't worry he loves them, even if they're just a little too fun to play with…

Mammon

Since when does the Avatar of Greed give gifts?

Really, that should be the MC's first red flag. Mammon isn't known for generosity, so when he's spending what little money he can hold onto on them, it's time to raise some eyebrows.

It may seem nice, almost sweet, when he manages to track down a rare vintage of wine for them or take them out to a ritzy restaurant for the night but unfortunately it's all just part of the plan…

Nobody has tastes higher than Mammon. He can't afford them most of the time, which leads to compromises, but given all the Grim in the world he'd be living in the lap of luxury - which is exactly the kind of lifestyle he wants the MC to crave too.

Anyone, no matter how modest, can give into temptation. How easy would it be to taste the sweetest wine or enjoy the most wonderful trip then want to do it again? It may seem innocent at first, but piling on the finer things can soon have the MC craving for them when they pass.

Then all Mammon needs is to make little promises, "If I make it big this time, then we'll go to France!" or, "If I win this next hand then I'll buy ya another glass." 

So how many times will the MC give Mammon a pass, then? Will they stop questioning how he comes up with his cash? Will they let him gamble just that "little bit" longer? Will they even join him...?

If they keep getting that taste of luxury, then maybe it's not so bad… right?

Leviathan 

You think the easiest way to get the MC jealous would be to flirt with other people since that's how most people go about it but, uh… 

This is Levi we're talking about. Casual flirting is pretty much out of the question.

So what is a demon to do to get their hapless human jealous? The answer is, be patient.

No one's perfect, humans especially! They'll slip up eventually… 

Maybe someone from back home just got a new car or they're sending out marriage invites. 

Maybe they have a friend who's better than them at school or sports or there's just someone who has something they want: Money, talent, looks, followers, friends, you name it. When they see it, he can feel that envy creeping in…

From there, all he has to do is feed it. Let the world poke at their little insecurities for him while he plays the supportive boyfriend!

"Did Mammon really get the promotion? I thought it would have been you! That's so unfair..."

"Satan beat your scores again? What is this, the third time? Doesn't that suck?"

Small little comments… but all with a goal to fill the MC with toxicity...

"Are Asmo videos still doing better than yours? I think I know how to drop his numbers... if you want."

And soon enough, anyone can be an enemy. Everyone has it better than them… so they push the world away in order to feel better. And they become so toxic, the world rejects them in turn...

Except, of course, for their loving boyfriend, Levi.

Satan

If you want to keep someone mad, it's best if you're not the actual one doing it.

I know, it sounds counterintuitive, but turning yourself into the enemy risks the target cutting you out. Satan knows this, so he'll never enrage the MC directly...

But indirectly? There's a start.

Everybody has little pet peevs. Tiny things that aren't important, but dig under the skin nonetheless.

Breadcrumbs in the butter, gum-smacking, toe-tapping, tones of voice, or just little annoying inconveniences that can sour one's day...

Satan is well-versed in these tiny annoyances, he'd dare say they're in his domain. And, perspective that he is, he'll know what frustrates the MC soon enough.

Then it's just a matter of execution.

Maybe he jacks with their toothpaste tube or "conveniently" forgets where they put their books... Or they keep mysteriously finding fingerprints on their game disks or seemingly can't keep their room organized to save their life!

It may just seem like the world hates them... but really it's just their demonic lover.

These tiny details and little mishaps will just build and build like cracks in their foundation until it all breaks and comes crashing down… and he'll be right there egging on every moment of it!

Asmodeus 

You would think that Asmo would have the easiest time tempting the MC into his sin, but that's not so.

Sure, most traditional definitions of Lust begin and end at carnal desire, but what about those MCs who maybe aren't so drawn to the sins of the flesh? Fear not! Because the keyword for Asmo is desire.

Really, Asmo is happy if the MC's mind is full of nothing but him. He wants them to desire him, to love him obviously, but to the point of obsession. His heated kisses and sensual whispers are only means to that end, which can change whenever he needs.

The MC will have their life bombarded by their beautiful demon. It's not an unwelcome smothering, he's among the best boyfriends they could ever hope to have, which is exactly why he’s so effective!

He wants them to need him at every moment. Soon it will feel weird to go places alone without their demon… Certain things they could do themselves, like their hair or getting dressed, they'll want him to do instead.

Of course, if he's able then he'll certainly seduce them as well and at every chance he gets! From the House to RAD and even in the throne room - he's shameless!... But that's the fun, isn't it?

Beelzebub 

Oh Beel… He's probably the most dangerous one of them all. Not because he's so demonic, but because he's so sweet!

When Beel makes food for the MC or orders them an extra side, he does so with love. He just wants them to be full! ...or so he thinks.

Beel's demonic instincts creep up on even him, he's just not one to really question what or why he does things sometimes. He'll know he has the urge to see the MC eat or just be indulgent… but he won’t know why.

You could actually say it works to his advantage. Whenever he offers the MC another turkey leg or a few more bites of cake, his tenderhearted insistence is often so sweet that they'll just go along with it and try to keep eating… even if they're already full.

Now, the human body can only take so much food at once, but over time it can adapt to changing habits.

Eventually, the MC will find their appetite expanding to catch up… They'll stop feeling full as easily as they used to and soon the bigger portions that Beel gives them will be all but a necessity!

Of course, the worst case scenario is that this doesn't happen at all and they do serious harm to their health by always pushing past their limits… but there's no guarantee Beel's solution won't just be more food anyway.

Belphegor 

Belphie is the only brother who will knowingly (and gleefully) try to make the MC as sinful as he is!

It's all for selfish reasons. If the MC is slothful, then they'll want to go out less and (probably) spend time with him more. Win-win if you're Belphie.

Since he's well aware of what he's doing, he's pretty damn effective at it. No other brother will be as committed to meddling with the MC as he is.

He'll convince them to cancel plans or sabotage their alarms so they oversleep. He'll suddenly be unable to sleep without them while his naps seemingly get longer and longer… And if they have something to do, he'll be the voice in their ear saying it can wait!

Really, at any opportunity he can get Belphie will try to drag them down or slow their progress with the sweet, sweet promise of relaxation or a good time...

Sure, it may sound nice at the time - great even! - but it won't take long for their promises to break or deadlines to pile up… Sure, the MC could try to catch up but wouldn't that be too much work? Wouldn't they rather rest instead? Why even worry about it?

It's a seductive line of thought and Belphie sells it well, it'd take only the most motivated MC to resist his charms but like that'd stop him. If he wants the MC for himself, he'll happily put their life on hold to do so. Just go with it... yeah?

[insane-arcane]

Can I request where we're Silco's sibling and we run of from him because we started to see how controlling and manipulative he is towards us. Starting a new life in Piltover and having a family of our own. Overall being so happy with our new life and family. What will happen when he learns all of this?

Can you imagine if you ran off with Marcus or something and Silco knew the whole time and was just bidding his time waiting for the Enforcer to mess up? Lmao. Maybe for another story

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Your partner had always been loving. Caring but not overly controlling in the way Silco could be. They knew who you were (mostly) and where you were from and what you did and they never cared. Your past, your record, it never mattered to them. They encouraged your thoughts and supported your dreams in a way you never thought possible and they changed your entire veiw on everything. They opened your eyes and you wondered how you could let your brothers rage control you for so long.

You met in Piltover. When you were a simple street rat running from Enforcers for the simple crime of being from the Undercity and daring to go topside. Also maybe some petty theft.

They were throwing something out when they saw you hiding in their alley. Their eyes locked with yours and as you shrunk away hearing the tall tell sign of Enforcer boots crashing against the pavement. Panicked and injured looking for an exit they made a decision that'd change your life forever. Beckoning you inside you didn't say no as they locked the door behind you.

Heading towards their second story to get to the roof they followed asking you all types of questions but the one that made you pause, was if they'd see you again.

You'd sneak away to meet them again after the incident, avoiding the suspicion of your brother by bringing things back from Piltover. Supply runs you called it. He would try to send people with you but you insisted you worked better alone and he was your brother. He trusted you even if he was suspicous.

The more you snuck away and got to know them the more you fell in love. They were unlike anyone you knew from Zaun and unlike any Piltovers you'd had the unfortunate circumstance of meeting. They were funny and intelligent and charming. What started as a simple rescue blossomed into friendship and eventually love. After a year of knowing each other when they got on their knee and offered you a ring you knew you couldn't say no.

You knew to have them you'd have to give up everything you had before and despite the pain in your heart you knew you were making the right choice when they slid on the ring and kissed you.

They owned a modest little book bakery/cafe that did well on the other side of Piltover far away from the bridge. The neighborhood was nice with hardly any crime and a lot of trees and flowers planted in the streets outside your windows. Your lover knew how much you adored plants since they didn't grow in Zaun and always got a bouquet for the front desk every morning so when you woke, you'd wake to something colorful and the smell of something sweet.

It was a blissful life, one you adored deeply and never dreamed you'd have. Your young daughter was the light of your life and you were so proud of her and the family you'd started. She didn't know she was half Zaunite, not yet but you'd tell her someday when she was older and could better understand the political and social implications of being from the Undercity. Until then she lived blissfully unaware of the ongoing turmoil and focused on her school and her friends and occasionally helping your partner in the shop. Things you wished you could've done at her age.

Even after all these years of hiding away a bit of your past found you. You still had some friends from Zaun that'd come visit sometimes. They found you by accident and despite being scared of their judgement they were happy for you explaining some things that had happened while you were gone. You urged them to try and move up here, this side of the city was more tolerant after all since it was the poorer yet still nice suburbs but they told you they couldn't.

You understood and always gave them some extra pasteries and money so you knew they were full and taken care of when they left. Any supplies you could spare and than some was given to them for the Undercity. Despite the constant turmoil of the two cities, you were flourishing.

Coming downstairs thankful for another sunny day you smile. You're ready to get your daughter ready for school and help your husband at the bakery. You stopped when you saw the glowing petals on the counter. Those flowers... they... they were from Zaun. Swallowing thickly you kept yourself composed ignoring the growing feeling of dread in your stomach.

"Honey where did you...?" Your mouth goes dry and you feel yourself shaking. No.

Grabbing the banister at the bottom of the stairs to keep steady your heart rate quickens as you see Silco and his goons sitting in your home. Silco dangerously close to your oblivious partner who was enjoying a conversation with the man as they shared tea and cakes. "GET OUT!" Grabbing a cleaver used for cutting tougher ingredients you step in front of your partner pointing the weapon at your brother.

"Love!" Your partner cries standing up to stop you but you ignore them keeping the knife pointed at Silco even as his men reach for their pistols. Silco chuckled showing no fear and cockily sipped at his tea.

He looked different. He was older of course but he'd aged horribly, wrinkles covering his young face. The scar that took over his cheek and eye looked worse for wear and a new red and yellow glass prosthetic filled in an empty socket. The infection looked worse than when you left him.

"Ahhh. My sibling finally awakens. You know you never did sleep this late unless you did a late night job. But something tells me you haven't done anything of that sort since you scurried off up here. What a step up." He hums with a small smirk as he focuses on you. Silco glances at the knife but doesn't seem bothered and takes another sip of the tea your partner had given him.

"sibling?" Your partner questions before getting roughly shoved back into their seat. You turn to glare at the henchmen but decide to focus on your brother. He was the truly dangerous one.

"What are you doing here?" You demand and he chuckles waving his hand in dismissal. His goons go outside leaving the three of you alone but not before they flip your sign to Closed so no one would come inside and disturb you. Tightening your grip on the knife you stare at him refusing to show fear.

"Well your partner and I were having a discussion before you came around. I wanted to order some pasteries for my daughter." He states shrugging as he takes a bite of a blueberry scone. "But now that your up it seems we have much more to discuss." He wipes his mouth with a hankie before folding his hands in front of him staring at you.

"... You... you have a daughter?" You question softly slowly lowering the knife. He had a family now? He'd started one like you?

"We always did copy each other didn't we?" Silco chuckles. "I was a little miffed when I wasn't sent an invitation to your wedding. Or the baby shower. Or the birth. Or any of her or your birthdays but bygons." Taking out a cigar he clips the end before lighting it as he makes prolonged eye contact with you.

You swallow guilt settling heavily in your stomach. The familiar smell of smoke from that brand he'd always liked made your dizzy and you wish you were brave enough to snatch the vice from him and tell him you didn't allow such things in your shop. That he wasn't allowed in the shop. But you don't. You can't.

Because despite everything this was your brother and blood meant everything in Zaun.

"Silco." You repeat and he hums raising an eyebrow at you. That jackass.

"Yes right. My reasons for coming must be nefarious. After all I'm your big bad older brother from Zaun right? I mean such Undercity filth couldn't be related to a proper Piltover such as yourself." He sneers and your hand drops the knife before they tightly grip the silk table cloth.

You knew who he was now. What he did. Shimmer was popular in Piltover just like Zaun, it was just a more contained problem. Something swept under the rug and never allowed on the open streets. When your friends came to visit with purple eyes swaying slightly you knew what they were on. As the Undercity got worse their visits had been fewer and fewer as it was harder to cross the bridge. When they came you knew not to ask about the Undercity, the rumors were hard enough. Your sure their stories would break your heart.

"Silco what do you want?" You demand tears in your eyes as you stare at the table. Your partner remains quiet and tense as they watch this interaction shaking. You want to comfort them, want to apologize, want to do all that and more but you can't. It's too late. Your brother always did come at the worst times.

Silco curls his nose and puffing out a plume of smoke he smashes his cigar into the plate that held his pastries from before. The ash stained the fine china and as his red and blue eye stared into your (e/c) ones you had to hold back your tears.

How had he become this in just the few short years you were apart?

"Fine? You really want to know?" He demands standing up and you reach for the knife again. He grabs your hand before your can and suddenly your nose to nose with your brother staring right at the Eye of Zaun himself. "I came to bring you home." He states. Stunned there's silence.

Than your thrashing. Trying to pull away, trying to break your hand free from his grip Silco signs tightening his hold. About to say something nasty and tell your partner to grab your daughter and run he pulls you close. The tears come and as your pressed against him you shove your face into his coat missing him so much.

You clench your eyes shut as his hands grasp you tightly keeping you in place. "Forgive me." Opening your mouth to retort you let out a soft gasp as a needle pricks your skin. As you begin to go limp you look up at him with betrayal. He tightens his grip on you keeping you form upright and close to him even as you can't support yourself. You move your mouth but the words you want to say don't come out. "I want you home (Y/N). I need you." He whispers and you can only close your eyes letting the strong smell of smoke and soft hint of sugar surround you as you drift off to sleep in your brothers arms.

[moonctzeny]

go there with you [teaser]

pairing: roommate/daddy dom! jaemin x fem! reader

genre: smut

summary: "You'd be lying had you said you didn't pick Jaemin to room with you because of his good looks. You had successfully managed to keep things platonic between you until a mistake and an amateur porn vid would bring you closer than ever. His annoying habits might wanna make you rip his hair out, yet you can think of a couple ways you can be all in his face."

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Desperate. That’s what you had said in your ad.

You were desperate for a roommate because your landlord is an asshole who raised the rent of a girl he knows damn well is too stiff to become a stripper. You’d take anyone, really, but Jaemin still wasn’t the best candidate. You had a bunch of people that reached out to you. Quiet, kind, soft-spoken; the definition of a perfect roommate for most. A girl who said her only hobby was practicing chess by herself, a guy who was attending culinary school and promised to do all the cooking for the both of you, a girl who just needed a place to crash on the rare days she wasn’t sleeping at her boyfriend’s. They all seemed responsible and likable as well. So why did you settle for the loud talking, late-night gaming, plate scratching man in your kitchen? Just those few occurrences when you mixed up your coffee orders and had to take that first sip of his ‘Namericano’ was good enough of a reason to kick him out for good.

Well first off all, living with someone that looks like Jaemin hardly qualifies as ‘settling’. You were frankly swept off your feet when he came in for your roommate interview, dressed in the plainest of outfits yet looking so effortlessly handsome. He knew he was charming and used it against you, flicking his eyebrows when you asked him about his relationship status (you weren’t really in the mood to find a new naked lady in your living room every morning), running his fingers through his hair whenever he gave you an answer he knew you wouldn’t like.

And also, Jaemin isn’t always bad. On the days he’s not screaming into his headset or high on his caffeine overdose, he’s actually really fun to be around. He agrees to watch your favorite movies and he never steals your snacks, always smells nice, and is a good cuddler as well.

Desperate for him. That’s what you were that night you crossed the line.

He was bugging you for your wireless headphones again, barging into your room uninvited, as always. You just couldn’t understand why he didn’t just buy a pair of his own since he enjoyed working out in them so much.

“I swear to god Jaemin if you empty out their battery again-”

“I won’t! Please, y/n? I tried using mine but I keep getting tangled up in the wires.”

You just wanted that shirtless man out of your room. The results of his workout - or rather the mere warming up for it - were starting to show, sweat pooling on the hollows of his collarbones and fixated over his brows. His abs glistened in the dim lighting of your room, completing the godly image of your friendly neighborhood Apollo. Wasn’t he supposed to be smelly and gross? The light activity only intensified the spicy musk of his body spray.

You sigh and take off your headphones, letting your hair fall freely over your temples again. Searching a bit amongst the mess of cables on your nightstand, you pull out a small charger and throw them both in his direction.

“Just return them when you're done. And remind me to get you a pair of those for Christmas.”

Jaemin’s smile unravels for you gratefully, and you sigh when you finally hear the ‘click’ of your door lock. There was something he had interrupted you from, and unfortunately, you needed your headphones for the job. Guess you’d have to watch porn on mute.

It’d been a while since your last hookup. You’d been seeing that guy you met at one of your electives for a while now, your relationship mostly sexual. Everything was going smoothly, up until the day you decided on inviting him over to your place. Apparently, Jaemin’s definition of ‘being subtle’ was completely different from yours, since offering a drink to your date in your kitchen: 1) half-naked and 2) at 3 in the morning, seemed completely normal to him. You couldn’t really blame the guy for ghosting you after he left. You’d be intimidated too had his roommate been a model strutting in her Victoria’s Secret underwear.

And your little “friend” isn’t the only one affected by your roommate’s obvious good looks. In fact it’s reminded to you constantly during this whole rooming situation, and the way you’re sprung off for Jaemin for simply existing is starting to obscure you from functioning normally at this point.

It was a dumb little 2-minute video, retweeted by your favorite NSFW account. You had indulged yourself in the first few seconds and it became clear to you that this was not something to listen to in the presence of anyone other than yourself. Getting cozy under the duvet of your bed, you dim the lights to your comfort and finally press play.

You could swear the video had audio, too. At first, you thought that maybe the couple was quiet, but the way the man started snapping his hips against his girlfriend later on would make that extremely unlikely. You turn up the volume of the video some more, trying to figure out what’s wrong with your phone’s speakers when you notice the little icon at the top right of your screen.

Your headphones were still connected to your phone via Bluetooth.

[siflshonen]

Why do you hate izuocha as a ship?

Man, you’re really gonna ask me to air my dirty laundry and be an ass about this. Okay, fine.

It’s boring.

It doesn’t tie into the bigger themes of the story. Izuku and Ochako don’t have a ton of development together and so it makes both of them look like a love interest prop to the other one. Ochako’s crush subplot takes most of the wind out of her character’s sails except when Toga is dissecting it because she’s more ruthless than Mina about it and also is actually trying to use it as a way to connect with Ochako. And I have never liked most boy-meets-girl high school romances, anyway. Where’s the backstory? Where’s the history? Where’s the deeper conflict or theme they can bond over? Am I really meant to get invested in them ending up together because they agree on saving the villains? Because that’s a lesson for the whole class.

Why should I care that Izuku and Ochako see eye to eye about it when I care so much more about, say, Todoroki “my family history is wrapped up in one particular villain of note we thought died long ago” and Izuku coming to the same conclusion, or Iida “I tried to kill a villain once to avenge my brother” and Izuku coming to the same conclusion, let alone the entire class? Why should that be the most significant basis for Izuocha’s relationship that I have to spend mental energy absorbing and reading when I could read about Izuku becoming closer (in any capacity) with literally anyone with a more interesting connection that he has actively been involved with (Todoroki situation, Iida situation) Or even ones he isn’t directly involved in, like the AIZAWA-OBORO SITUATION - Izuku is Aizawa’s beloved little reckless problem child who throws himself into danger and is seen by his classmates as one of two points they revolve around, not totally unlike what Oboro was for him. The “saving the villains” thing as it relates to Ochako is something she has to do for Toga by herself. It’s insulting that her little crush would be involved in it as anything other than a supportive friend in the background (and how wonderful he was ousted from the situation. Thanks, Tsu!) This thing she is confronting with Toga may concern him as an object (emphasis on object) of affection, but it’s not about him. It’s private.

And, you know? Are Ochako and Izuku even that close of friends yet? Sure, they are good to each other as friends and that’s great! But are they even really that good of friends outside of the, like, traumabonding of being in 1A?

Am I really supposed to think the admiration of Izuku and the concealment of the All Might charm she got in the Christmas gift swap that just “popped out unbidden” to make her feelings obvious is more significant than Katsuki’s concealment of the All Might card that just “popped out unbidden” to make his feelings obvious? Really? You want me to stop absorbing Ochako’s surprised feelings for Izuku as anything other than a comment about Katsuki’s in a slightly different light and context, complete with feelings of inadequacy and self-exploration and improvement for both characters? Because without that, NOTHING about Ochako’s crush subplot (without Toga’s DIRECT involvement) is compelling.

Sorry. I went off on this one. But I really, really have nothing nice to say about this.

[misselko]

Time to give some love to my favourite Golden Boy, Claude von Riegan! His charming, bright, and mysterious personality is really fun to write. This took longer than usual but I'm happy with my very first fic of him. I hope you do enjoy it as well!

Warnings: Fluff, minor injuries

Words: 14.000

HELPING HANDS

Professor Byleth asked you to help the Golden Deer class on their assignments for a whole moon due to Professor Hanneman’s request. Everything has been going on nicely and you get along with them very well. Time flies when you spend it with The Golden Deer. Claude’s schemes always make everything wild and adventurous.

 

A moon pass and they ask for your help once again for an important mission to capture some bandits that hiding in the nearby forest by the end of the month because Marianne is down with the flu. Being a pretty decent healer in Blue Lions, you can’t help but to heed to their request.

 

You and Claude are separated from the Professor and everyone when a landslide happened. By sheer luck, you two manage to defeat the remaining bandits that follow you on your way to this abandoned house in the middle of the forest. You owe it to Claude and his instructions that both of you made it out of the battle almost unharmed.

 

---

 

“How did we get ourselves into this mess?”

You sighed, focusing your Faith magic on littered scars and bruises on Claude’s arm and chest. He hisses in pain, rubbing his sprained ankle in a way that makes you grimace. That swollen foot sure looks painful. At least your decent healing made it better. “I vividly remember you claiming that you could handle that, Claude. It was a close one” you poke his injury.

 

“Ooouch!! How was I supposed to know?” He seethes, trying to move his wounded foot away from you. The Golden Deer Leader frowns and put his hands on your shoulders. “Anyone could’ve seen that we were easily outnumbered. And yet, your reckless self decided to be a decoy for us. A pretty angel like you would be an easy target for those bandits. I hate it, (Y/N). What if I failed to knock them out?” He shook his head in disbelief.

 

“Well, it’s what I do best. At least we made it out alive,” you chuckled. Claude looked like he wanted to argue, but he sighed and nodded slowly.

 

Walking closer to light up a candle with your magic, there is a loud pattering sound of large drops of rain beginning to fall with a rustle through the trees on the weathered window. For a short while time you have been hearing thunder in the distance, now the wind is howling between the trees. The sound becomes louder and louder; it sounds like it is just outside the window now. It seems a thunderstorm is brewing. Soon, it became too dark to even see beyond the window.

 

Beads of cold sweat form on your forehead as your poison induced fever begins to come back in full force. Crossing your arms across your chest, you try to keep your body from shivering. You were not feeling well this morning. But to get this limp and feverish just from using Faith magic is highly unlikely. Everything felt hazy and out of focus. This must be poison. Was this from the cut that you got from that bandit’s slash this evening? Rubbing your leg softly, you find some red spots and angry purple bruise on your upper thigh. It isn’t that bad but it will get worse without proper antidote and you are not strong enough to heal it by yourself. Not in this state.

 

“How can we make it back to the monastery in this darkness, Claude?”

 

“Those bandits took our steeds, (Y/N). We should spend this night in this abandoned house. I’m sure the Professor and others will find us tomorrow.”

 

The rain is now pounding and the heavier winds made you shiver. This is the worst. Your fever returns back with a violent chill and you feel that humid, hot summer night now feels like a cold winters day. However much you would have liked to disagree, you are in no condition to go against his decision. It would be too dangerous to walk amidst a dense forest at midnight.

 

Dawn of realization just hit your mind... You are trapped with Claude of all people. “And spend the night together with you? Just the two of us? B-But..!! I—”

 

At that moment the forest flared in blinding white light and in the pitch black darkness, lightning explodes and thunder reverberated around the room in a deafening sound that followed immediately.

 

“Aaaaaah!!!” You shriek out of surprise and stumble, accidentally falling hard on the floor. It... doesn’t hurt? But how?

 

“That’s not very decent, (Y/N). Pouncing on me like this... I like that bold side of yours.”

 

“Claude!!!” Your face felt like it was on fire as you cried and jump off from his chest. But the sudden movement make your wound hurt excruciatingly and fall back on him. His smug grin gone instantly, face taut with concern and worry when he see your pained face. As gently as he could he moves you to sit in front of him.

 

“Hey, are you okay, (Y/N)?” His voice changes into a quiet, serious one as his emerald green eyes look at you. After a moment of silence, you shake your head and say to him slowly. “Nothing gets past you, Claude. To be honest, I wasn’t feeling quite well this morning, but I thought, it was nothing to cancel the mission over for”, you told Claude with a wrinkled face. “And now... I think I got poisoned from those bandits’ attack.”

 

“Damn it, you could have died! We can't have you putting on a brave face only to fall in battle.” Raking his finger through brown dishevelled hair, Claude let out an exasperated sigh. “And to think that you even exerting yourself to heal me in this condition... Please show me your injury, let’s see what I can do about it.”

 

Wincing in pain, you look at him reluctantly and showing your wound. He examines it silently for a minute and producing some small vials and powder from his inner pocket. “This will make it better in no time,” he said as he mix and gives it to you. The vial is filled with light green liquid with sticky, gooey texture and feel cold to the touch.

 

“It’s an antidote. 100% safe, I promise.” The mask he usually wore had been long forgotten, so you clearly saw the hurt flash across his face.

 

“Of course. I will never doubt you, Claude. Don’t get me wrong. I just think... that you are quick-witted and reliable. You make me feel safe,” you said softly as you smear the salve.

 

Claude is surprised at your words, unable to make any answer. It was very brief but you are sure that you saw a faint blush across his face. You couldn’t see it clearly because he gaze away in instant when you rub your sore upper thigh. He sure tease and flirts with you a lot, but he is a true gentleman in his heart.

 

“Rest assured. I won’t do anything funny to you. Lorenz will cut my head off. He almost did the last moon.”

 

“That’s because you  smeared his comb with thick soot. And you had the nerve to ask me to be your accomplice.” You roll your eyes at him with a deadpan look. “Don’t make me start on that horrendous, stinky THING that you put inside Lorenz’ boots. Even Marianne can’t stop praying for Goddess forgiveness for your heinous act! To put Dorte’s... a horse’s...”

 

“At least his grape hair looks better with some black streaks. His boots SMELL better that way! And that priceless look when Lorenz’ hands turned black with ink all over his fingers because I poked a hole in the side of his writing quill? I should have asked Ignatz to draw a picture of it.” A smug grin spreads across his lips. You can’t help but to laugh at his handsome roguish face.

 

“And you had my life at stake when you poisoned his cake, Claude! I have to spend a whole day at the infirmary because of your shenanigans.” You punch his chest playfully. “That stomach-ache was the worst in my whole life.”

 

“That’s an accident, I swear! I never knew that he would give that cake to you when he asked you for a tea time. Dimitri and Professor Byleth gave me an earful, thanks to it. Sorry, (Y/N),” Claude said apologetically as he draped his yellow cape over your shoulder. Barely had any strength left, you lean on his shoulder for support.

 

“You should get some rest, (Y/N).”

 

That sounds like a great idea. Who would know that getting poisoned, healing Claude’s injuries and sprained ankle will drain your stamina this much. “Mmh... your warmth feels nice... Claude.....”

 

“Hey! At least you should lay on the be—"

 

Claude is surprised when he hears your soft breath. He waited a few moments for your reply before shifting to look down on your face, only to find you quietly snoozing on his chest. With an amused smile, he tries to lift you up and lay you on the bed. Unfortunately, even a simple task like that is challenging for him in this state. His sprained ankle makes it difficult for him to stand up, let alone lift or drag you around. The flirty tactician sighs as he drops your head back down on his lap, tucking his cape carefully around your body to protect you from the night’s cold air.

 

“Everything will be alright, (Y/N). I promise.” He murmurs softly as he wrap his arm around you and snuggle close to keep you warm. Sleepiness engulfing him in a mere moment when he close his eyes.

 

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You can feel someone stroking your back and it feels surprisingly good. The hand is warm and nice to the touch. A soft purr escapes from your lips as you let your body sink to that velvety touch.

 

“I’m glad you have recovered from your fever last night. The wound look way much better now. And.... You look like you are enjoying yourself.” Claude smirks at your curled-up form, looking oh so comfortable on his lap. A long moment of silence passes as he is waiting for you to squirm or turn red or... something. But the moment passed, and you remain curled up on his lap, none the wiser of his company.

 

"Wait... Are you actually asleep?" Claude finally asks, and you sighing softly as you rolled over, not acknowledging him in the least was the only answer he needed. "I'll give you five seconds to run. If you don't, I get to tease you." The smart tactician impishly states. You continued to snooze for the duration of Claude’s countdown. Finally, he sighed and gave up.

 

"Well, I guess it would be rude to move you," he mused, "and you do look so cute on my lap.” Claude sighs as he runs his fingers through your hair gently. “Mewling underneath me, a sight to behold for sure. Not that I’m complaining.” Letting out a small moan, you smile and move closer to him. Your forehead landed on something soft and comfortable. You bury and snuggle your face in it as if it were a cloud you wanted to dive into.

 

“U-Uhm... (Y/N), you shouldn’t do this to a man in the early hours of the morning. It might wake... uh... T-That’s my—”

 

His words made you bewildered. What does he mean? Mustered your strength, you tried to open your eyes and greet him.

 

“Good morning, Cla...”

!!!

 

You are utterly shocked when you opened your eyes right in front of.... between Claude’s legs. You can see a prominent bulge something behind his cape that draped around that part!!!

 

“I’msorryimsorryimsorryimsososososososorry, Claude!!!!”

 

You jump in panic and nearly tripped yourself. The class leader of Golden Deer laughs in mirth as he sees your cherry red face. You pressed your hands to your cheeks, as if you could bring down the colour. Claude’s annoying hearty laugh can be heard from behind of your back. Ugh, that tease! But unbeknownst to him, his usual facade does falter a bit. Even his poker face could not hide the heat and red shade that creeps on his cheeks.

 

It is strange and alien that you fell asleep to the rumbling of a thunderstorm and the rustling of trees in the middle of nowhere in a forest. And to wake up in the company of someone else in such an awkward and embarrassing manner!!!

 

“I won’t be able to marry anyone this way, (Y/N). But you can always take responsibility for it! I don’t mind. Besides, I got to see your cute sleeping face. So it’s a win-win solution for us, isn’t it?” Claude can’t stop laughing unceremoniously at your flustered face. He will never let you hear the end of this. But his banter stopped... when his stomach let out a loud rumble.

 

“Uh... Do you have something t— Oomph!”

 

His words died down when you shoved a bun that you took from your small bag to his mouth. “Let’s not speak of this incident. I was so embarrassed that I longed for death,” you said as you eat another bun resentfully.

 

“A single bun is not enough to bribe me. You can do better than thi—Ooouch!!” The silly man yelped in pain when you pull his braid forcefully. Serves him right.

 

BANG!!!

 

Your bickering has stopped abruptly when a huge axe found its way on the door. The blade glistening menacingly when the sun shines upon it. Is it those bandits!? Claude’s playfulness is gone in an instant when he sees the broken door.

 

“Calm down. Stay behind me”. Claude took a few steps in front of you as he reached for his bow cautiously.

 

“Geez. What a rude way to greet a delicate flower like me, Claude!” Hilda said as she breaks down the oak door in a not-so-delicate manner. “We came to save you two! Glad to see that you remain unscathed! Did we... miss something?” The pink-haired girl smirks devilishly at your hand that tugs on his cape tightly.

 

Professor Byleth, Lysithea, and Lorenz come inside and take a look at Claude’s swollen foot. After they are done healing it, Ignatz and Leonie help to load him onto Raphael’s back. Being so observant, Lorenz notices your injury and give you some vulneraries.

 

“It is a noble’s duty to look after injured people. You have been running yourself absolutely ragged and it wouldn’t be wise to make it worse. Would you please let me, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester to help you back to the Monastery, (Y/N)?”

 

“Thank you, Lorenz. But I can walk just fine. Thanks to Claude’s help, the fever is gone now. You guys should help him instead.”

 

Lorenz opens his mouth but closes it instead to prevent himself from arguing with you. He runs over to Claude and help him to carry his bow.

 

Unlike the previous night, this forest offers the charms of a good view in the morning. Moss sticks to all corners of the forest including rocks and soil. Taking a farther route due to the landslide yesterday, you pass along path-ways where flowers of every colour are blooming. There is a small lake surrounded by smaller trees in the middle of it. It was a leisure, pleasant walk back to the Monastery with The Golden Deer. They feel like a second family to you.

 

---

 

“Been forever since we saw you, (Y/N). Are you feeling better now? You may have missed some of Professor Byleth’s lecture on battalions and combat skills.” Dimitri greets you politely when you sit at your seat. “I...N-No..We... The B-Blue Lions missed you. A lot.” He adds, his voice is barely audible as he look at you sheepishly. You smile brightly at his words, turning the young prince into a blushing mess.

 

“Don’t worry, you can use my notes!” Annette chirped as she gives you her book. Mercedes smiles warmly as she offers you a bag of cookies that she made this morning. In a few minutes, all of The Blue Lions gather around you. They are so happy to have you back after you have been gone for so long. Sylvain even suggests you to sit on his lap instead of your... desk. And that’s how Sylvain got punched by Ingrid.  A month is like forever! It’s nice to be back!

 

After you are back for a few days, you are doing your best (with Felix and Ingrid’s help) to catch up on the training that you have missed. It was an intense match that ended just before dusk. After parting ways with them, you decided to take a short stroll around the Monastery before going back to your quarters.

 

You walked to the pier to observe the beautiful dusk. All the shades of reds mixed with the blues and yellows in a mesmerizing way. The sun is setting in a burnt orange sky as they washed the buildings and trees with a gentle, golden glow. Birds are chirping, and you hear the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through trees. Dipping your bare foot in the cool lake, you begin to ponder about your decisions regarding your future. Returning to Blue Lions is really nice and warm, but you can’t help but feel like you’re missing something. Last month... was pleasurable for you.

 

“Ah... It is the beautiful maiden who saved me with her bravery and helpful healing last month. I have called your name several times already but you didn’t seem to hear a word that I said. Lost in thought?” The Golden Deer leader grins playfully as he sit beside you.

 

Great. Perfect timing. Two minds make the work faster, and being a great schemer, Claude might be able to help you to find what you missed.

 

“How are you? What an intense stare. Is there something on my face? Did you miss this handsome face?” He winks at you playfully. It took all of your best effort to not roll your eyes at his flirting.

 

“...My future. I think I’m lost, Claude.”

“Please elaborate.”

“The Blue Lions are very nice to me but... I can’t help but feel like something is missing. I don’t know why but I can’t shake this feeling. Being with The Golden Deer made me....” your words trail off as you pull out your feet from the lake, then rub them softly to provide some warmth. The wind gets colder as the sky turns dark and the stars shine.

 

“.....feels like home,” you smiled as you tug his hand gingerly.

 

He smiles at your words. A sincere one, rare smile that reaches his eyes. “It broke my heart to have to let you go. You are such a capable healer. Smart and brave. Everyone will be extra happy to have you here. I know it is an important decision for you to make, but I think you would be happier with us.” He looks at your eyes intently. It almost feels like he is staring into your soul so deep that he is trying to steal it.

 

“What can I do to make you the newest and most beautiful member of The Golden Deer? Would you join us? Please? For me?” Claude said in his sultry, dulcet voice as he takes your hand and kisses it sweetly.

 

Now it is for you to choose, my dear Reader-chan, will you:

 

Remain with the Blue Lions: Dimitri is cute, kind, and you secretly have a crush on him. Everyone is kind and warm towards you and your loyalty remains with them.

Join the Golden Deer: Claude's flirting, wild and adventurous schemes always never cease to make your day fun. His handsome smiles have won you over and it is time to begin new adventures with you life in a new House. 

[robininthelabyrinth]

i've been keeping a list of possible prompts for you and there's one i have no memory of adding that just says "courtesan nmj????" so i guess that's the prompt you're getting lmao

What Does the Fox Say - ao3

“Second Madame Nie!” a disciple shouted, rushing into her little garden. She didn’t recognize him, but he was solidly built and well-muscled like most of the others – truly, the Unclean Realm was a rapturous feast for one with eyes to see it. Yum, yum. “Second Madame Nie, I have bad news!”

Boo. She hated bad news: bad news meant she’d have to do something, usually, and right now she was seated very comfortably in a pleasant piece of sun in the garden path that’d been made up just for her and to her preferences, with her feet up on a chair and a full plate of fruit from the kitchen on the table in front of her just begging to be devoured, morsel by delicious morsel.

Her schedule was packed!

“I regret to tell you, but your husband has been killed!”

“Oh,” she said, frowning slightly. “Has he? How obnoxious of him.”

How unreliable. Men.

She sighed.

“Second Madame – Second Madame – you don’t understand!” The disciple was all red-eyed and weepy, which was a look she liked, especially in big, stout men like this. The salt added a bit of spice to the whole thing. “You must flee at once! He was killed by Sect Leader Wen in an act of outright aggression – Sect Leader Wen has declared war – the Wen sect is invading!”

She nodded and picked up another lychee to start peeling it. She’d get around to fleeing in her own time. As long as this Wen sect or whatnot was being led by a man, she wasn’t terribly concerned.

“They intend to wipe out the inheritance of Qinghe Nie! They will rip out the child in your belly!”

She hummed noncommittally. Really, how attached was she to having a child of her own? Really?

“They will slaughter civilians – execute Nie-gongzi –”

Her hands stilled.

“What,” she said, and the disciple took a step back automatically, proving that he, at least, had something more of a survival instinct than her late husband did. “Hurt my little meat bun? My darling rice roll? My savory zongzi?”

She stood up, diminutive height and over-large belly and frilly clothing doing absolutely nothing to diminish the vaguely menacing aura that darkened the sky around her. She bared her teeth.

“Who does this upstart Wen dog think he is?!”

The disciple blinked owlishly, but nodded, seeming relieved that she’d finally accepted his concern, though she could see on his face that he was thinking that her reasoning was – characteristically – a little strange. But then again, and she could see this thought process on his far too honest face, it was well known that the second Madame Nie been quite strange ever since Sect Leader Nie had found her in some lonesome place with no family or background and brought her back to be his new wife nevertheless.

Such a charming man. Pity about his loss, really.

“You have to flee at once, we can’t possibly fight so many people,” the disciple said once more, and this time she nodded in agreement. “We can escort you to a hidden exit –”

“No!” a little voice called. “We can’t go.”

She turned to look, and there was the little pork-and-shrimp dumpling himself, chubby-cheeked and earnest-eyed, looking as delicious as always.

“What do you mean, fish cake?” she asked. “Of course we have to go. Didn’t you hear what this strapping young man said? This Wen person wants to kill you!”

“If Father is dead, then I’m the sect leader,” her stepson said. He was serious and solemn in a way that made her want to pinch his cheeks and bury her face into his belly to blow raspberries, and also possibly to eat him right up, flesh and marrow and gristle and all. “That means it’s my responsibility to preserve the Nie sect.”

“Nie-gongzi, no!” the disciple cried, throwing himself to his knees in a dramatic display of loyalty. “You would only die – far better for you to run, and live!”

“Then isn’t the same true for everyone else?” the tasty little dish asked, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. Possibly he was trying to put on a fierce expression, maybe, she couldn’t quite tell sometimes. He was so cute. “Why should I live, and them not? I refuse to buy my life with their deaths!”

“But – Nie-gongzi –”

Her charming little honey cake shook his head and held up a hand to stop the disciple, turning to look at her instead.

“Second Mother,” he said, and he had that wholesome trusting expression again that was such a perfect little one-shot-kill to the heart, ugh. “You always said you’re the best at hiding. The best in the world, no one better among all the gods or demons!”

She was, too. She couldn’t help but preen a little, proud.

“– can’t you do something?”

“Oh, darling cabbage bun,” she said, not without fondness. “I can hide myself from even the net of Heaven itself if I so choose, from gods and demons alike, and I can most certainly hide a small group from any mortal eyes that dare to look, if you don’t mind being a little tiny bit dishonorable about the business. But an entire sect? That’s a bit much, even for someone as talented and skilled as me.”

Her stepson looked up at her, all straight-steel sincerity and upright righteousness wrapped into a perfectly edible little snack-sized package. “If we split them up, the sect could be small groups,” he said eagerly. “Couldn’t you do something then?”

He was so cute, and he trusted her. He trusted her, believed in her, felt that she could perform miracles with a wave of her sleeve if only she so wished.

It was awful.

She couldn’t bear it.

“Oh all right, you nummy little slice of roast pork belly,” she said, yielding. “But I’m telling you now, it won’t be the least bit honorable! There’s only so many excuses you can come up with for having a lot of strong men with wide shoulders and women with thick thighs hanging around, and not a single one of them has the slightest bit to do with what you people consider to be appropriate.”

“That’s all right. Preserving human life comes first, always.”

The disciple looked between them, clearly completely confused. Clearly all his effort had been spent on developing the muscles in his arms (quite nice) rather than his brain (quite slow).

“What?” he said. “What’s happening?”

“We’re saving the sect,” Nie Mingjue announced happily, clapping his hands together. Too precious, too precious entirely; she’d have to make sure no one else even thought about going near her darling little snackling. “Tell everyone to prepare to evacuate.”

“That will take too long,” she said, and smiled, with teeth. “Let me call some friends to help.”

-

When the Wen sect arrived at the Unclean Realm, they found the gate open.

That was unexpected enough, but when they entered, they found that the entire place had emptied out – not just of people, but of everything else, too. There wasn’t a single intact chair or table in the entire place, not a scrap of cloth nor a bit of food, like it’d been swept clean by locusts or wild monkeys come to pilfer whatever they could.

Even the paving stones where arrays had been laid out by the Nie sect’s ancestors had been pried up and carted away.

Sect Leader Wen ordered a search, but there wasn’t any trace of it – of the people, of the stuff, anything.

No one ever found out what happened.

-

Jin Guangyao despised social events, he’d found.

It was one thing when it was something he’d planned himself, where the work was interesting enough to distract him, but when he was an honored guest for someone else…miserable. Utterly miserable.

The only thing more miserable was when the host was his erstwhile father, from whom he’d forcefully extracted recognition. With Wen Ruohan as his backer, indulging his favorite torturer as if a beloved pet, there wasn’t much Jin Guangshan could do to refuse, and neither could he force Jin Guangyao to do anything on his behalf, either. And so Jin Guangyao, sitting as always by Wen Ruohan’s side, right beneath his sons, was now an honored guest at his father’s house, getting offered his pick of prostitutes as if the man had no notion of the irony.

Maybe he didn’t. Jin Guangyao couldn’t quite tell if his father had just forgotten his origins, thinking his bastard son too unimportant to remember the details of, or whether it was meant as a deliberate insult – who could tell?

“Oh, right,” the simpering idiot in front of him, a nephew or cousin of some sort to the sect leader, said. “Our dear Jin Guangyao is known not to like the gentle flower queens, even when they come from the finest houses in Lanling. Isn’t that right, cousin?”

Jin Guangyao’s fists clenched. A deliberate insult, then.

Despite that, his face remained neutral. Instead, he chuckled and said, “The appeal is limited. After all, I have seen the best of them.”

Beside him, Wen Ruohan nodded and smirked. He appreciated Jin Guangyao’s devotion to his mother, though Jin Guangyao suspected it was because he thought it funny that Jin Guangyao would bother to honor such a lowly woman – but what he thought didn’t matter, not really. All that mattered was that he let Jin Guangyao pay his respects to her to his heart’s content.

“Well, you’re in luck!” the idiot Jin Zixun said, looking absurdly smug. “We have something of a different flavor than the usual tonight – we’ve invited entertainment from the local branch of Splendid Spring.”

Jin Guangyao barely managed to avoid rolling his eyes.

The Splendid Spring Palace was a series of brothels that had popped up fully formed just about everywhere some years back, with madams and girls and musicians and bodyguards of all sorts. It was so patently a political move that Jin Guangyao had barely bothered to pay attention to it once he’d become actually powerful, and Wen Ruohan hadn’t paid attention to it at all. After all, in the unlikely event that the business really was backed by a cultivation sect that didn’t care about its face any longer, anyone who needed to use such a façade to gather power was clearly beneath notice.

Jin Guangyao had paid only very little attention, but to different and unusual aspects of the place: by all accounts, they were surprisingly decent employers as far as places like that went. They didn’t steal girls or accept unwilling goods – they had some connection with the merchant caravans, or at least one of the companies that helped coordinate routes and provide protection to such things, and they were as meticulous about checking things over as they were about seeking refunds if they were dissatisfied – and they did accept married girls fleeing unhappy marriages, which not everyone did. They did buy up all the girls in the local markets wherever they were, but they swept them away and brought them back transformed, even the ones that wouldn’t sell because they were too ugly; Jin Guangyao assumed that meant they had people who were talented in make-up and clothing, since the usual rumors of the girls being blessed with a yao’s enchantment were obviously ridiculous and nothing more than the usual marketing gimmicks that brothels since time immemorial had tried.

Even once they had the girls in hand, the places were pretty decent: they had physicians on staff to help with the usual side effects of the business, made sure their girls were clean and healthy, and were said to even limit the number of customers a girl would be obliged to take on in a given evening…honestly, knowing as he did the brothel business, Jin Guangyao sometimes wondered how they’d managed to bespell enough people to even make money in the early days. At any rate, whatever they’d done, it’d worked, because by now they had a solid enough reputation to trade on.

In short: a decent enough place, far better than the usual run of the mill. Once he’d had the ability to do so, he’d even pulled a few strings and arranged for the better of his mother’s old compatriots to end up there, since he couldn’t convince them to leave their old professions behind entirely.

Anyway, if they also seemed to have a sideline in information brokering and assassinations, well, let them. In the cultivation world, where the only thing that mattered was strength, real strength.

A little thing like that wouldn’t make any real difference.

Or so Jin Guangyao had thought.

He found himself re-thinking that, though, when the entertainment in question came out. There were the usual set of attractive (albeit in a wider variety of shapes and sizes than usually seen) dancers, dressed up in silks that seemed actually high quality, and plenty of strapping young men carrying sabers – dancers as well, once assumed, to provide some spice to the entertainment, and implicitly on the offer for men who cut their sleeves or women with more flexibility, like widows or ones with especially permissive husbands. Wen Ruohan’s wives were in that latter category, and they were already whispering to each other excitedly, looking at them.

They’d even brought in the local madame, who was…

Well, she was actually breathtaking, even by Jin Guangyao’s extremely jaded standards. She had hair that fell almost all the way to her ankles, shimmering in the light, and dark eyes shining with liveliness, a smooth and ageless face that simultaneously suggested youth and health but also winked at knowable experience, the features characteristic of what his mother’s employers had called the ‘fox-face’. As if to emphasize that, the lady was wrapped in fox-fur and draped in embroidered brocade, with little stylized foxes running up and down the hems of her clothing and along the gazy silk draped on her shoulders.

It ought to have looked absurd, looked gaudy and overwrought and overdone, but it didn’t.

She was a thousand dreams of wealth and beauty and power and sex appeal all wrapped up in one, and even Jin Guangyao – who was in his personal preferences quite firmly a cutsleeve – couldn’t help but intrigued by her, wondering what it might be like to touch the hem of such a glorious creature.

And next to her…

The lady was accompanied by two men that seemed completely different from each other. One was a slender and winsome young man, fluttering his eyelashes from behind a fan with a charming smile, emanating the appeal of softness and weakness, ready to be indulged. While the other…

Jin Guangyao swallowed.

He was the exact opposite of the first man. Clearly strong, muscular and powerful, and tall to the point of towering, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, a chest that you could lean your head against and an ass that begged to have someone’s hands on it – and there were his hands, big and broad, perfect for holding someone down or up if they so wished and of a size that was very promising as to what was only hinted at under his clothes. His face was hidden behind a veil as if he were a woman, marking him, like his comrade, as one of the available courtesans of the Splendid Spring, but his body was visible under clothing clearly cut to put it to the best advantage.

And oh, what advantages it had…!

“It seems we found something to the tastes of dear cousin Guangyao after all,” the idiot said mockingly, sniggering and snorting like the pig he was, and for once Jin Guangyao didn’t even care.

“Who’s the woman in front?” Wen Ruohan asked, ignoring their interplay. He seemed utterly fascinated, almost spellbound, and Jin Guangyao couldn’t blame him one bit. If this woman had been at the same brothel as his mother, there wouldn’t have even been room for jealousy or shame; his mother would have gone straight up to her to ask for some tips. “She seems…familiar, somehow.”

“That’s the madame of the Splendid Spring,” Jin Zixun said proudly, as if he’d done anything at all in relation to this – nonsense, of course. Everyone know which brothels were backed by the Jin sect, and Splendid Spring wasn’t one of them. He was acting as if he deserve a pat on the back just for the introduction! “That means she’s not for sale.”

His smile faded a little, twisting in a small bit of bitterness. “Or so she told my uncle, anyway…although I’m sure if it were Sect Leader Wen asking, the answer would undoubtedly be different.”

Probably because Jin Guangshan couldn’t slaughter prostitutes with impunity if they said no to him, whereas no one could stop Wen Ruohan from doing any damn thing he pleased.

Wen Ruohan grunted, pleased by the answer – he was a possessive man, in the rare events that he did exert himself in the realm of women, and there had been more than one instance where he’d stolen away some girl his sons had been eyeing first just for the joy of having had her first – and raised a hand, catching the lady’s eye and gesturing for her to come over, which she did.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

She laughed. “You can call me Hu Jiuwei. With the ‘Hu’ being the character for fox.”

Jin Guangyao tried not to choke. There were false names and then there were false names – the lady’s theme was already clearly related to foxes, given her fox-face and fox-fur lining and the foxes embroidered onto her robes. Was the over-the-top name really necessary?

“It’s a fake name,” she added, unnecessarily.

“I see,” Wen Ruohan said, sounding a little choked himself. Possibly it was the woman calling herself ‘Foxy Ninetails’ and then kindly reassuring them all that the name was false as if she thought them too dumb to figure it out that was tripping him up a little. Jin Guangyao couldn’t tell if she was doing it deliberately in order to make her frankly inhuman beauty a little less frightening, or maybe she was blessed with so much beauty that she hadn’t bothered to cultivate her brain at all. “Are you our entertainment for the evening?”

She smiled, and any complaints Jin Guangyao (or indeed Wen Ruohan) might have had about her intelligence faded away at once.

It was that type of smile.

You could wreck nations with that type of smile. Jin Guangyao couldn’t help but wonder: how had a woman this extraordinary ended up in a brothel, of all places? How had no one snatched her up to keep her all for himself before now?

“My sons and I –” she gestured at the two behind her, “– would be more than happy to provide you with all the entertainment you could possibly want.”

Her smile widened.

“We’ve been hoping for an opportunity like this for a long time.”

[keijislove]

Pureblood Mania: Sirius Black X Reader

A/N: Warning: toxic mother-daughter relationship. Mentions of drinking.

Sirius Black was one of the most arrogant, thick and inconsiderate prats anyone would have the misfortune to meet. He found his pleasure in staying with random girls who truly fell for his charm all while he didn’t even look back once he got what he needed. Which is why to say that he was furious at the moment was a complete understatement.

His ‘beloved’ mother had decided to pounce upon him this very morning and Walburga Black was not one to beat around the bush. Authoritatively, she stormed into his room and snapped her fingers in front of her face, saying, “We’ve got to talk.”

Sirius supressed a massive groan – this couldn’t be good.

“I can see your future is going nowhere, boy!” she snarled, “You shall, under no circumstances, besmirch the ground that my forefathers have bestowed upon me by ending up to be a – a street dweller!”

Sirius rolled his eyes. Trust her to say something dramatic like this.

“Therefore, to improve our situation and get rid of you,” she added nastily, “You will be getting married at the end of this month.”

If there was anything Sirius was expecting, it definitely wasn’t this. He got up so fast that his chair crashed to the ground. He did not care.

“Wha- married?!” he sputtered, “To whom?!”

“You shall see this evening,” his smother snapped, “She’s a lovely girl. They will arrive at around five. Wear something respectable. And fix your hair!”

She stormed out of the room, leaving Sirius mouth agape.

Married.

She would probably be some swotty pureblood. The very thought disgusted him. Though, deep down, Sirius always knew he would be married this way, he wasn’t ready for that level of commitment. He was used to variety. Now he’d be stuck with some dull girl for the rest of his life. This day could not get worse.

------

“I’m ready, mum,” you spoke in a monotonous voice.

This morning, your darling mother had announced that you’d be getting married at the end of this month to a ‘charming’ young man. You knew she didn’t care who you married. Pureblood was the word.

You were wearing a F/C dress and your hair was styled neatly – very unlike you.

Your mother came bustling into the room saying, “Good. We should leave now, they’re expecting us. And don’t embarrass me.”

She glared threateningly at you.

You rolled your eyes.

As you stepped into the car, very much aware of what you were signing up for, it drove ahead through the beautiful town you’d once called home. Your car stopped in front of a handsome manor – one you’d never seen before.

As the front gates opened to reveal a scrawny house elf, you followed your mother inside. The moment you reached the living room, something felt off.

“Ah, Y/M/N!” a richly dressed woman greeted, “And dear Y/N! How lovely to see you!”

It was at that moment that you spotted one of your oldest friends, Regulus Black. Your eyebrows rose. This was better than any random pureblood, however, you were quite incapable of thinking of Regulus that way and you were sure he was too.

You looked at him and he looked back. You pointed to yourself and then him and mouthed, “Seriously?”

Regulus looked sickened and shook his head in disgust, mouthing, “Not me.”

You frowned slightly. Regulus didn’t have a cousin, did he? After all, the only other person in the house was –

Oh. Oh, OH.

Your face morphed into an expression of absolute horror as you registered the other person who had just entered the room, mirroring your expression.

Realising you were gaping, you cleared your throat and spoke, “Sirius.”

Your voice was three octaves higher than usual and you hated it.

“Y/N.” Sirius breathed, still in shock.

“Oh, you two know each other?” Mrs Black clapped happily, “How lovely.”

“Yes,” you muttered, “How lovely.”

You glared his way as a pang of immense guilt welled in Sirius’ stomach, eating at him like termites as he relived his only memories of you at Hogwarts.

A girl was laughing and chatting animatedly to an otherwise quiet boy, who reciprocated her actions. Y/N L/N and Regulus Black were almost inseparable.

“Oi, Y/N!” a dark-haired boy with a handsome face called, “Is it because you pity my idiotic brother that you hang out with him? Or is it just that you’re so pathetic that no one else wants to hang out with you?”

His mates howled with laughter as you blushed furiously. Regulus threw a disgusted look their way and tugged at your sleeve, muttering, “Let’s leave.”

-

The same girl was now attempting to carry a large pile of books to the library to help Madame Pince with her work, when they tumbled out of her hands and she fell to the floor with a thud.

“What’s that, L/N?!” Sirius Black yelled from nearby, “Bite off more than you can chew?”

James and Peter positively roared with laughter as Remus suddenly became interested on one spot in his book, his brows furrowing into a frown slightly.

You gathered your books in embarrassment before practically running to the library with them.

-

As he relived these moments, he realised how much you’d actually grown. You weren’t the same old dorky girl from Hogwarts. You were now a quiet, reserved and admittedly extremely attractive young woman who looked ready to burst into tears.

“Sirius dear, take Y//N up to your room, will you?” Mrs Black gave a nasty fake smile.

“Yes, uh, okay, come on,” Sirius stammered.

You walked up the stairs in silence, not daring to look at each other. The house was indeed, very beautiful. As you reached Sirius’ room, you clambered inside before he finally spoke.

“So,” Sirius awkwardly began, “H-how are you, where’ve you been?”

“Do you really care or are you just being polite?” you muttered, upholding a deadpan stare out the window and on the handsome garden.

“Listen, Y/N, I know we got off on the wrong foot-”

“Yeah, we damn right did!” you snapped, pouring out seven years’ worth of feelings at once, “You never had the right foot when it came to me, Sirius, and I doubt that you have it now.”

“Look, I know you don’t want to do this,” Sirius desperately said, “I don’t want to force you into anything but-”

“Oh yes, there’s always a but when it comes to you, isn’t it?” you spat, “I can’t call off this marriage because my mum will kill me, you understand? Kill me. And I’m not like on of the many girls you screw every night-”

“I never said you were,” Sirius angrily spoke.

“Thank Merlin, you’ve finally done something wise, Black,” you snarled in his face, “We’ve got to grit our teeth and do it. Will you please try not to be a complete and utter arse and make it harder for me than it already is?”

At that moment, your mother burst into the room, “Y/N darling, we’ve got to leave now, and get your dress picked.”

Trying not to gag at the fake ‘darling’, you threw one last nasty glare in Sirius’ direction before following your mother out of the room.

-------

DAY OF WEDDING (A/N: sorry 😉)

“Bleurgh,” you blankly stated to your friend Lily Evans, who was getting you ready for the wedding alongside another girl called Marlene McKinnon, to whom you’d never really talked but she seemed nice anyway.

“What’s wrong, you look gorgeous!!” Lily gasped.

“Spiffing, Y/N,” Marlene grinned at you, “Let’s get your hair done, Sirius is a lucky man!”

She hastily added, “Joking!” as you glared murderously at her.

Soon your hair was styled and your veil perched on top of your head along with a bouquet of roses in your arms.

As you walked alongside your father down the aisle, you fought the urge to turn and run on the spot. Sirius was gaping at you from the front. He looked quite nice, you had to admit.

His face formed a cocky smirk as you fought another urge to throw the bouquet at his face.

You didn’t register any vows the priest made, your mind wandering over to glimpses of the future you were signing up for.

The word that caught you by surprise was, “You may kiss the bride.”

“Oh shit,” you thought, trying not to panic.

Sirius threw an anxious glance at your face, as if asking for your permission and you closed your eyes and nodded slightly. You could feel his minty breath on your face as his lips captured your own. They were gone the moment they appeared.

You flushed. How foolish of you to think Sirius Black would ever like you. You were looking anywhere but his face, refusing to fall for his charm. As the guests congratulated you and the food was eaten, the speeches delivered, it was finally time to go home. You were to go to a honeymoon destination your mothers had chosen and Merlin you were going to regret this.

The moment you stepped inside your bedroom; something was off. The whole room smelt like flowers and there was this tiny ass bed in which the two of you would have to squeeze.

“Ugh,” you moaned into your palms, grabbing your clothes and heading off to the bathroom to change out of this awful wedding dress and into your nightclothes.

By the time you washed off your makeup and brushed your teeth, your new ‘husband’ was already sitting on the bed, changed into his own nightclothes.

You sat warily on the bed, as far away from him as possible. Sirius threw a questioning glance your way before speaking, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Ignoring this mildly hurtful jibe, you spoke, “You don’t care how attractive the girl is, as long as she’s ready to shag you.”

“Nice,” Sirius sarcastically muttered, “I can see why Regulus liked you. You’re a bloody psychopath.”

“He’s a damn sight better than you are,” you retorted.

“I’m the handsome one,” Sirius cockily stated.

“I’d rather marry Severus,” you coldly spoke, “At least he knows his manners.”

“You really know how to wound a man.”

“It’s midnight, go to sleep. And no funny business, Black,” you warned.

“Can’t make no promises,” Sirius chanted as you threw a pillow at his face before turning the other way and falling asleep.

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Married life didn’t suit you at all, especially when your husband was such an arse. He would leave early morning and go out with his stupid friends and sometimes even bring them over. Let’s just say you didn’t fancy quietly sitting in the corner, watching James Potter and Sirius Black taking turns shoving pencils up their noses while Peter cheered them on and Remus sat with his head in his hands, continually apologising to you.

You drew the line when Sirius returned one day, apparently been out with his friends.

He silently hung up his coat before turning to walk to the bathroom when you shut your book and spoke, “Enjoyed ourselves, did we?”

Sirius turned around to face you, confused, “Huh?”

“We need to talk,” you spoke, struggling to keep your voice even.

“’Kay, but first I’m going to-”

“NOW.” you spoke with such a ringing force in your voice, Sirius was surprised at himself for not recoiling several steps.

He cleared his throat, “Yeah, OK. What’s up?”

“I’ll tell you what’s up,” you fumed, “Where do you get to these days? I go to bed and you’re not there; I wake up and you’re still not there and you turn up for lunch then disappear again to wherever you go!”

“So?” Sirius shrugged, “’Smatter with you?”

“For Merlin’s sake, Sirius, I’m your wife,” you spoke, “I have a right to know where you go-”

“You’re not my wife,” Sirius frowned slightly.

“I – what, sorry?!” you sputtered.

“I thought we just married for namesake,” Sirius’ frown grew deeper.

“Yeah, but that still makes me your wife, git!” you yelled angrily.

“Why do you care where I go?” Sirius furiously asked you, “It’s not like you like me any better when I’m around-”

“If you’re married, I hope you realise that you can’t sleep around anymore, namesake or not,” you coolly stated.

Sirius looked taken aback, “I don’t sleep around.”

“A likely story,” you snarled.

“You know what, you’re being ridiculous right now,” Sirius huffed in annoyance, “I’ll see you later.”

“Wait, no,” you hurried forward and made to seize his forearm but he roughly shook you off before slamming the door in your face.

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“I’d make fun of you right now,” Regulus was trying to control his laughter, “But you seem pretty miserable already. Care telling me what’s wrong, brother?”

Sirius scowled at his younger brother. Trust the little shit to try and get back at him for possible blackmail material.

“I need something to drink first,” Sirius stated.

Regulus snorted before summoning a bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses with a wave of his wand. He poured some out for himself and gave the other glass to his brother.

Sirius took a swig before speaking, “It’s Y/N. She’s acting weird.”

“You always found her weird,” Regulus coldly stated.

“Nah, now she’s weirder than usual,” Sirius shuddered, and with a deep breath, began to explain.

By the time he finished, Regulus was staring at him with incredulity and exasperation.

“Are you really such an idiot?” he asked disbelievingly, “You’re supposed to be smarter than this, Sirius, dogs are smart!”

“What’s intelligence got to do with this?” Sirius asked, confused.

Regulus rolled his eyes, “You’ve no idea, have you? Imagine, brother, my situation at Hogwarts when she used to burst into tears in front of me after you’d teased her, telling me that she was no good and how Sirius Black would never like someone like her back!”

Sirius’ look of confusion morphed into one of comprehension, followed by horror.

“She-?” he asked.

“Yes,” Regulus nodded, staring at him in disgust, “Now go apologise to her, or I’ll hex you so bad you’ll shoot flames out of your-”

“No, okay, no,” Sirius made a disgusted face before proceeding to down the entire bottle of Firewhiskey.

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A knock on your door around midnight told you that your delightful ‘husband’ had come home. Scowling, you got out of bed to open the door to reveal and extremely drunk Sirius standing there.

“What the-”

“I’m sorryyyyy Y/N ieeeee,” Sirius sobbed, flinging himself onto you.

“Uhm,” you awkwardly patted his head, “What’s going on-?”

“All the time I thought you – hic – fancied my – hic – brother, when you were really – hic – oh, I’ve been a complete – hic – arse to you and – hic – now I’ve – hic – ruined everything,” he rambled.

“Sirius, what-” you got cut off as his lips sloppily grazed over your own. You closed your eyes for a brief moment before realising he was drunk. He probably didn’t know what he was doing. This was wrong.

“Sirius,” you muttered, pushing him off slightly, “You don’t mean this, trust me, you don’t.”

“I do, I do,” he howled, still sobbing, “I wanna be your husband – make lots of little kids with you!”

“OK,” you spoke, this was where to draw the line, “Tell me this when you’re sober, with a straight face, and I’ll believe you.”

His face morphed into a dorky grin and his head lolled over to your shoulder as you practically carried him inside before the both of you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were surprised to see him leaning impatiently over you, showing no sign of a hangover whatsoever.

“Ready to make those little kids?” he asked cheekily as you gasped, a realisation hitting you.

“I’m going to kill Regulus.”

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the liyue crew

characters included: xiao, childe, beidou, and zhongli

ik i forgot ningguang i promise i’ll include her in part 2, i just didn’t have time :(

all x a gn! reader 

my liyue babies :,) ft. ningguang in spirit

an: i was listening to my soft playlist (more like listening to cupid’s chokehold on repeat, no i am not basic 🔪) and i thought some fluff headcanons would be cute w these sweet people

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xiao

ok so no surprise that he hates liyue harbor

he hates anything w a lot of people in it so he prefers to stay at wangshu inn tyvm

but by contrast, you love liyue harbor sm (it’s gorgeous i mean c’mON)

you go there often to retrieve your commissions in order to stay closer to xiao (liyue harbor is closer than mondstadt he argues but you’re well aware that they’re both equally far away)

so if anyone asked, xiao would absolutely refuse to go to the harbor like i hate people??? why would you even ask???

but,,,he’s so sOFT for you

if you asked??? he would agree in a heartbeat

but since he’s >:( angsty boy, he makes you think that he won’t go even when he’s already decided that he’s coming w you

he puts up the “if you so require, then i guess i will assist you with your travels in liyue harbor” but in reality he would definitely have said yes even without the almond tofu

while he hates the harbor, he thinks that with you anything is bearable :,) simp

you take him to see xinyan to vibe w her music and you can tell he really enjoys it

even tho he’s like 🕴 the entire time, you see the softer look on his face and the very slight smile on his lips as he listens to the music and watches the crowd

so so so cute very soft for him

i do see him as a subtly touchy person in public like brushing the hair off your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, or gently pulling your hair back when you have a plate of food in your hands 

the type to link your pinkies together - he claims it’s so you don’t get lost but yk better 

after the concert is done you take him to that one waypoint near mt. tianheng and the both of you just watch the city lights and the way they reflect beautifully on the water surrounding the harbor 

personal headcanon that xiao absolutely loves stargazing since he believes the stars are the one true constant in his life especially since he’s experienced so much loss (basically they’ll never leave him god i hate myself why do i make everything SAD)

mini headcanon off of that - he doesn’t stargaze with people,,, like ever 

it’s something he loves to do alone so the fact that he lets you stargaze w him and even allows you to shift your head onto his lap while you watch the sky is a huge deal 

he loves it when you softly whisper abt how your day was or something you saw that made you laugh 

he just loves hearing your voice, it automatically calms the voices in his head 

you absolutely ADORE when he has flowers in his hair especially cecilias (cecillias? ceccillias? idfk) and you make a point whenever you go to mondstadt to pick a fresh batch of cecilias just for xiao while enlisting the help of your favorite bard  

these soft moments on the mountain are usually when you’ll sweetly tuck in a flower or two in his hair while laughing 

he’ll blush fiercely while looking away but will tuck the cecilias in securely as you’re unable to do so due to the position you’re in on his lap

all in all - this was not meant to come out as a date idea but we’re going w it 

this is so cute xiao pls let me put flowers in your hair sweet boy <3

childe

god, loml, my favorite war criminal after eren yeager 

there’s never a dull moment w this man - if you wanted peace and quiet, why the hell are you dating him bestie???

is the type of person to yell out “Y/N, i can’t believe i ran into you here!” if he sees you somewhere even tho you explicitly told him you were going to be here in the morning (ik you have a good memory ajax don’t lie to me 😐)

i don’t see him as being obnoxious w pda unlike someone else kaeya but he would definitely participate (think: handholding, cheek kisses, an arm around your shoulders)

loves it when he comes home and sees you in an apron cooking 

domesticity just makes his heart melt so you can be sure that your face will be peppered w a lot of kisses afterwards <3 

absolutely ADORES it when you trace his scars absentmindedly when you’re lying down or even when you’re having dinner in public  

he’s been far from his family for so long that small acts of mindless affection like this really make his heart happy 

you have him drunk on your love luv haha see what i did there 

he will let you put makeup on him. no i do not take criticism ⛄️

he already has on lowkey thick eyeliner,,, don’t be shy put some more bestie 

he will shamelessly go out in public w whatever you made him wear - doesn’t really give a shit even tho he has a reputation to maintain 

speaking of reputation,,, yk his mask? yeah that one - the red hair accessory that he has on his head

well on the mask, he attached a little charm the both of you got together on your first date during lantern rite 

it’s this adorable fox that we all shamelessly kill for meat and he placed it so it anchored to the side of his mask so when he fights it isn’t a nuisance or anything (does that make sense??? i hope it does) 

his subordinates notice and while they’re stoic around childe, behind closed doors they do whisper abt the mysterious person who’s captured his heart 

not so mysterious anymore when they literally see him cling onto you during his daily patrol around the harbor 💀

it’s ok tho he’s lucky he’s cute 

bestie,,, pls give him a neck massage 

i just KNOW he’s tense there idk something abt the way he carries himself just screams “my neck hurts so bad someone pls help me i would ask but my pride literally will not let me”

so give him a neck massage :) don’t worry tho he’ll definitely return the favor and then some

LOVES TICKLE FIGHTS 

he’s obsessed w them,,, it’s just the faces you make??? he can’t get enough 

he loves seeing the pure joy and the brief fear (he’s kind of a sadist) in your eyes before he attacks you w those damned hands 

it reminds him a lot of simpler times w his siblings and he’s happy he brings you joy and makes you forget your worries - at least for a little while 

all in all, he’s a good boy and no i will not tolerate childe slander 🔪 kaeya slander tho 😏

beidou

you pulled beidou??? wow everyone’s jealous (pulled as in literally from the banner and in this context but no i do not have beidou and no i definitely do not want to talk abt it)

god made beidou and zhongli just so all of us could have a sexuality crisis 

anyways, being w her is hard i will not lie 

not bc she isn’t a capable lover - no, quite the contrary 

she’s an amazing partner but the problem here lies in the fact that she’s almost never on land 

it’s hard working a long distance relationship but y’all love each other so it works out :,) 

when she is physically present however, expect to never be bored 

she’ll quietly fix the wrinkles on your shirt or fiddle with your fingers in her hands while she recounts her adventures out on sea 

she sometimes gets worried she bores you, however the way your eyes light up every time she tells a tale always reassures her otherwise

definitely the type to let you use her claymore if you want to learn 

she’ll provide useful tips as she tucks her hands into your sides gently, positioning you correctly so you don’t hurt yourself 

miss girl is an AMAZING cook 

i just know she cooks the best meals - i mean she’s friends w xiangling after all 

whenever she comes home from a voyage she’ll always insist on making something for you even if she’s abt to pass out 

pls tuck her into bed and promise her that she can make you something in the morning <3 the poor woman needs rest 

brings you back trinkets but they’re actually very practical 

she knows you won’t have much use for a simple charm (not that there’s anything wrong w that) but she believes you’ll like something practical more so she might get you a new engraved knife from the most recent place she’s been to 

definitely the type to surprise you when she docks 

i can imagine her anchoring her ship out a little ways from liyue harbor and rowing to the dock in order to make sure you aren’t alerted of her presence (i’m sorry the mental picture this made in my mind is SENDING ME INTO ORBIT but she means well i love you)

will take you to remote spots she’s found in her travels through liyue 

for example - the little heart shaped island and the island quest (?) that you had to use kaeya the bridge maker for in order to get to im sorry i’ll stop w the kaeya slander

she’ll get you seashell bracelets or necklaces idk why but she gives me those vIBES 

they’re super nice ones too, only the highest quality for you 

yes she’s a bruh girl but i also see her as someone who would enjoy intimate moments like watching the sunset or something 

“yo wanna catch the sunset, i heard it looks sick from the jade chamber” said before ahem it yk fell from the sky

kasdjksfashfjsahf yes ofc i would love to catch the sunset w you pls come home luv

anyways, she is a woman i would give the world for 

zhongli

ok gimme a sec i need to get my gentleman mode on 

this man,,, THIS MAN 

everything w him is so soft like your entire eXISTENCE w him could go in a museum it’s that beautiful 

in the morning when he visits you, he always brings you a cup of your favorite tea and a bouquet of glaze lilies he got from madame ping

holds the door for you, pushes the chair out for you, uses a napkin and brushes sauce off your lips when you’re eating - you name something sweet, he’s done it

secretly loves it when you fuss over him 

he doesn’t like to fight but say he encountered a group of hillichurls he couldn’t avoid and promptly defeated them but ended up tearing a part of his tux(?) (is it a tux? i could not tell you)

not that big of a deal, i mean it’s a scratch, he’s a 6,000 year old god, he’s dealt w much worse 

but seeing the worried crease in your brows as you usher him to sit at the table while quickly grabbing antiseptic to clean his wound

“it’s just a scratch, my dear. do not worry i’ve dealt with much worse.”

you quietly protest abt how “yes zhongli, i understand you’re an archon and have gotten worse injuries but i’m worried about infection just please let me take care of you ok? <3″ 

when you say that he feels weird emotions,,, wdym take care of him? 

he’s always taken care of himself or been expected to take care of others as the former ruling deity of liyue so having someone else genuinely worry abt his wellbeing creates a warm feeling in his chest 

he strikes me as the type to knit you something??? idk maybe it’s the grandpa vibes but i headcanon that he would knit you a scarf for the colder weather, it’s cute 

in the privacy of your home, he really likes picking you up

he loves it when you wrap your legs around his middle while he gets up to go do the dishes or smthg 

domesticity go brrrr

if you’re into making flower crowns, he would totally have you on his lap and wordlessly hand you a glaze lily whenever you expectantly hold your hand out while weaving the flowers together 

he expects you to make the crown for yourself but when you place the crown on his head and it fits perfectly while simultaneously tucking a glaze lily behind your ear, he looks at you dumbstruck 

his mouth parts open in awe and it’s quite literally the cutest thing

you’ve broken him 

thinks it’s the sweetest thing - will keep it on his head for the whole day 

he’ll even put it in water before he sleeps so it won’t wilt and he can wear it the next day <3 

scenic picnics!! scenic picnics!! 

the type to take you to the nicest spots in liyue to chat abt the history of the land w you over a cup of tea and your favorite food (whatever you like, he doesn’t mind)

recounts the people he’s met in his long life before finishing off by saying you’re by far the best person he’s met 

zhongli strangles lovingly come home soon 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

[mari-lair]

again and again, ur ideas are such a treat! i enjoy them quite a lot to the point that i kept coming back to reread them and enjoy ur art as well!

but i do wonder how terukane can happen and work in that magical school from one of aidairo universes? somewhat unlike the last two – which are, again, brilliant and angst-fuel and amazing and hilarious – it seems like the magical world would cause a lot of misunderstandings? that is, if those two started dating before nene and aoi (coughs witch gfs coughs) started the whole "oops we accidentally turned some people into food and now we have to eat them to turn them back to normal but said food-human will fall in love with us for 24hrs hehe" – i reread it again and realized that out of context it is fucking concerning so apologies for that

and have a wonderful day!

Thank you, I’m happy you enjoy my content! and I can’t believe you re-read my au rambles, that’s so nice <3 

I had no info on Hanako of magic before you threw this wild summary at me, so I had to do some research, and I was baffled to realize the plot it’s exactly like you said. We don’t get much focus on Teru and Akane but their designs are very cute, just look at them!

Teru is a waiter at a popular dinner, he isn’t allowed in the kitchen but he is fast in the cashier and serves well. His looks and charisma are responsible for 80% of the dinner’s loyal clients so the owners always put him to work hard, paying him accordingly. He learned being a bit flirty gives a lot of tips so he occasionally sprinkles compliments to the regulars he likes the most, nothing special, but still enough for his fans to stay up at night replaying it like a broken recorder. 

Akane is a class representative, the school library assistant, and a very hard-working student. He is friends with Aoi, aware she has a job after school (cover for her magic training ) so he takes care of her workload when she looks too tired, usually isolating himself in the school library.

He only goes to Teru’s dinner when is very late and the place is near empty, liking their burgers but not the noisy crowd. They don’t talk much at first, Akane always politely shooshes Teru and his small talk attempts away so he can concentrate, rolling his eyes at the flirty winks he is given. He only starts to see Teru as more than a hot guy that knows how to use his charisma to get what he wants when the waiter casually stopped to help Akane with his homework every time he passed by his table, offering tips. Akane was delighted by his shortcuts, having no complaints when the waiter sat down on his table to properly teach him, commenting on the ridiculous amount of books on his table but still helping.

As embarrassing as it is to admit, even too himself, sometimes Teru's moves make Akane's heart flutter. He can see why the bastard is popular...

Teru finds Akane adorable, his wit and determination positively charming, and he ain’t subtle in his favoritism. He’ll flirt with Akane more than anyone to see his reactions, always testing what he can get away with, he also tell his coworkers to make his meal special: add more cream in his coffee, make sure to give him extra fries, add the juiciest patty, so on… 

The boy work so hard on everything he does, he deserved a good meal.

Akane doesn’t notice at first, he came there to eat and study and occasionally banter with Teru, not analyze the menu. He only started to catch up to this blatant favoritism after he got a free drink, noticing a phone number scribbled on his gift with the message “Your visits are the highlight of my day! Call me <3 - Teru” 

Akane wasn’t sure if this was Teru being his flirty self, looking for a fling, so he started to pay more attention to his surroundings, noticing quickly that not only does Teru give him special treatment, but that the way he flirts with people is far more lowkey than how he flirts with Akane. The most he does is wink and blow a kiss, he never sits down with the other clients, much less caress their hair and whisper how ‘cute’ they are in their ear when he pass them by, as he does with Akane.

Akane gets so flustered by the realization Teru had only had eyes for him the whole time, that he nearly trips when the waiter puts a hand on his ear, mimicking a telephone, and winks, mouthing ‘call me’. Akane overthinks every interaction they ever had, running home and getting into a staring contest with a plastic cup with a scribbled phone number for way too long. Thankfully, Akane ends up calling him. Teru teases him for being oblivious right of the bat, their banter lasts more than one hour, ended with the promise to have a date to test things out.

When the date arrives: Teru looks even hotter in casual clothes, so Akane makes sure to comment on it, able to flirt now that the shock and embarrassment passed, fueled by the knowledge Teru genuinely likes him. They fluster each other like it’s a competition, extending the date by going to Akane’s house and having so much chemistry they end up sleeping in the same bed, being official by the morning.

Their relationship is not exactly a secret but they keep it on the low, not sure how Teru's fangirls would react to it.

They had plans for Halloween, but their plan was ruined by a magical smoke attack. Akane was down for the count, thanks to Nene’s decking him, but Teru was dizzy with love, so enamored with Nene he didn’t care about anything! Openly flirting with her, wanting all her attention, only able to think about her for the day.

When Halloween died, so did the love spell. Teru was very weirded out… He had vague memories of being clingy with Nene but he felt no attraction to her, so he chalked everything as a strange dream.

Akane was confused and cranky when he woke up, he seems to have completely missed halloween and he had a mysterious headache. His confusion turned into unease when he went to visit the dinner at the dreaded crowded hours to check on his boyfriend, seeing the typical hoard of fans surround Teru but being surprised to see them question if he was dating nene instead of making their usual request for Teru’s attention. 

Akane isn’t the jealous type, but there was a photo being shown around that made him pause. And the thing that got him wasn’t even how touchy Teru was being with Nene, it was how smitten he looked: Completely and utterly in love.

Akane doesn’t want to believe Teru would ever have an affair, he is too dedicated and whipped for that, but he also can’t ignore the picture and how in love he looks. When the Dinner is closing, Akane asks for an explanation, trying to sound as non-confrontational as he can, but Teru doesn’t have an explanation. Not really. He admits that he felt weird and thought it was a dream cause Halloween passed so fast and he had dreamed of being turned into a king’s cake (which Akane could, weirdly enough, relate to, having dreamed of being a devil cake himself) before ‘falling in love’ with Nene.

Akane is not 100% satisfied with the explanation, but he can’t handle how lost Teru looks, weak to the way he sounds so confident when declaring “you’re the only one for me cupcake” yet not fully able to hide his fear when adding “please believe me, please. You are the best thing that happened to me.” so he gives him the benefit of the doubt.

Akane asks for Nene's side of… whatever happened… when he sees her in class. She is so horrified to learn they are dating, apologizing on repeat and being so openly guilty and ashamed Akane eventually pressed her enough for the witch to slip about the love spell.

This raised so many questions, Akane doesn't even know where to begin. But it does reassure him to know Teru's love for Nene wasn't real.