I have no clue what I'm doing, but does anyone?

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Isekai, this is basically set as an isekai btw. And she had been in Teyvat for a few good years before she is reunited with her family too! (She's still on the short size in height though)

So when I first came up with the idea its Mirabel falling into the world of Teyvat. Do I have two different ways her old family see her again, yes. One is where the Encanto is attacked and with its final last bit of flame and wick the candle (after Mirabel disappeared it started melting and fading away, their powers were fading too) transports them to the world she is in, using the tiny bit of love she still has for them as a guide to that world.

The candle’s power wasn’t enough to send them to her fully so it spits them out near Mondstadt, which is good cause Mirabel actually does live in Mond, she’s just away in Sumeru at the moment at Port Ormos buying some rare bolts of fabric she heard was coming in and is inspecting its quality in person. Mirabel inherited a clothing shop in Mond (her old employer had no kids of their own and left the store to her once they retired), she does customs clothes, uniforms for the knights, celebrations, and for the church, repairs as well and has made a good name for herself. She did use to be a full time adventurer for the Adventurers Guild before that and had traveled around Teyvat in hopes of finding a way home (While also studying the unique clothing of each region she visits at the same time, funnily enough its how she meet Childe btw, she noticed his clothing and went to ask him about it when they were in Inazuma (this was before the Sakoku Decree happened) but over time and countless dead ends Mirabel starts slowly accepting that she might not ever find a way back and it gets even harder with the new life she makes for herself to justify leaving it. Basically its a bittersweet acceptance.

Anyways they end up near Mondstadt, get attacked by monsters, and get saved by [insert any Mond character here, any is good but I like switching between Diluc or Kaeya due to them being my favs and the least likely to spill certain info], they take note of the Madrigal’s last name (Mirabel is a rather well-liked person in Mond due to her personality alone) but don’t ask if they’re related to her (maybe they know full detail of how she was treated, idk). They get taken to Jean and explain what happened and are given another chance at a new life and learn how Teyvat/Money/The Seven/Elements/Visions/Monsters/Abyss/etc etc work. They also know of a nice clothing shop in town that’s on break right now since the owner is away at the moment and only know her nicknames/titles. Point is, the Madrigal’s don’t know Mirabel has been living in Teyvat/Mond just yet, not until she comes back from Sumeru.

The Madrigal’s have been set up in small and empty place in Springvale someone is allowing them to rent out since there wouldn’t be a place in Mond for all of them to live together, they are all starting to find any kind of jobs as well and trying to make a new life. They reunite with Mirabel when Antonio, who had been playing with some Springvale kids near the woods is attacked by a few Abyss mages and Mirabel who was on her way back home to the city hears their screams. She makes quick work of them and (depending on when she fell into Teyvat, either before Antonio was born or after his birthday/gift came in. So either he recognizes her or not, either one works) she takes the kids back to Springvale. When she drops Antonio off is when she meets her family again.

OR

She’s was contacted by the Adventurer’s Guild, despite not being a full member anymore (she does do odd jobs every so often if they need a hand and she has free time), to help investigate a new domain that popped up. She takes with her a small team of her friends [Any of anyone choosing, some could be from Mond or maybe some friends are visiting her when she asks if they wanna join] and Mirabel can't help but notice the domain is close by where she was found when she fell into Teyvat before going inside.

Inside, she and her team take note of the Abyss Order members in the rooms and quickly realize this domain needs to shut down quickly when they overhear some plans to use it location to harm Mondstadt by opening a huge Abyss tear/portal and to spill out huge abyssal monsters (like some we've been seeing in Sumeru, the Chasm/ etc etc)

They do their best to clear our the domain and to take out the portal spell/device that will open the tear but an Abyss Mage manages to summon forth an Abyss Lector (or Herald, or even a Iniquitous Baptist) point is, they summon a higher up Abyss Order member that does give them some trouble.

Thats when things get out a little out of hand, in the middle of the fight Mirabel and her teammates get separated and with so much elemental magic in the air it upset the portal spell/device causing it to activate before it was actually ready and open up a pulling tear/portal. It pulls them all in, even the Abyss member.

When Mirabel wakes up, she feels the weather different than Mond, it reminds her of Sumeru's a bit and even the forest/jungle she woke up in reminds her the Land of Knowledge a tiny bit from her travels. She doesn't get to think to much about it though cause she can hear screaming from people about a monster. She's sprinting, using Ameno to hasten herself at that, and finds a strangely familiar looking village but again doesn't dwell on it when she spots the Abyss member terrorizing the place.

Without much thought she quickly leaps into its oncoming attack it was sending towards a child that fallen when trying to escape the Abyss member, and uses her claymore to block most of the attack by grounding it and herself in front of the child (her arms took some hits from the attack but used her Anemo to redirect what couldn't be blocked to go around her and the kid.) Cue epic hero moment.

She looked like a butterfly warrior/knight, her outfit fluttering in the winds giving off the imagine of her having wings, the Anemo butterfly's she creates all fluttering around her before fading away.

Mirabel wants to look back at the kid she just saved but knows better than to take her eyes off an Abyss member, whose currently snarling words at her and blaming her for them falling into this place/world. Mirabel, knowing she honestly can't take on a high ranking member of the Abyss alone prays lightly that her teammates/friends are also here and weren't too far, she just needs to stall the Abyss member until they find her but that doesn't mean she won't try taking it out without them.

With a deep breath, Mirabel takes hold of her grounded blade and pulls it out, twirling it with ease in her hands (like Diluc did in his story quest) from years of practice and strength. Without looking back she tells the kid that's still behind her to take shelter and after a second of staring at each other Mirabel and the Abyss member start their battle.

Mirabel was so caught up with a plan to take out the Abyss member she never heard the kid, a young boy with dark brown/black curly hair and a red scarf behind her mutter out very low.

"Mirabel?"

Your laughter seemed to have snapped Malleus out of his trance. Sheepishly looking up at you, he admitted, "Oh— sometimes I just get carried away when seeing caves — just like with gargoyles... it's like a dragon's instinct?" Much to his surprise, you started squealing. Tilting his head to the side, he shot you a confused look. Were all humans this excitable? Or was it just his human.

"That's adorable!" Giggling, you got onto your toes ro ruffle his hair, which evoked a raised eyebrows from him. Your gesture was quite questionable with your short height, but he appreciated it nonetheless. Shooting him a toothy smile, you cooed, "So, what does Mr. Big Scary Dragon have to say about my pillow cave?"

Shrugging, he made his way over to the entrance. "Well... I haven't really seen the inside yet," he murmured as he crawled inside, the entrance almost too small for his body to fit through. But he somehow managed to eventually reach the main body of the cave, where more blankets and pillows formed the ground. "Huh... this cave is a peculiar one— so soft... it needs some rearranging though..."

Without waiting for your permission, he started rearranging some of the blankets and pillows, so that they were evenly strewn out. Crawling into the entrance as well, you watched him work like a professional. You furrowed your eyebrows whilst letting out a little huff that went unnoticed by the concentrated male.

"Is this some sort of invasion?" you asked as you sat down, crossing your arms playfully. "Is the big scary dragon gonna steal my cave?"

"Only if you don't behave~" Malleus shot you a little wink that caused your anger to turn into adoration. You simply couldn't be angry at your precious dragon. Silently cursing him in your mind, you waited for him to finish rearranging the cushions to his liking; well, he probably had better knowledge of placing pillows into their right places to maximise comfort, anyway. Once he was finished, he let out an exhausted sigh. "Besides, mates share their caves— so it's our cave now..."

You almost fell over from shock as you numbly sputtered, "M-Mates?"

Malleus let out a satisfied hum, not noticing the distressed and panicked expression on your face. Starting to sweat, you swore it somehow had grown incredibly stuffy and hot in here. You watched him with wide eyes as he somehow turned around in circles in the same spot multiple times before laying down. His behaviour somehow reminded you of a cat looking for the perfect resting space, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh yes, this is the life..." Malleus let out a contented sigh as he snuggled deeper into the many pillows, the stress from today fading away into nothingness.

Clicking your tongue, you realised that you hadn't intended to build the cave for two people — especially not an additional big dragon fae. The fact that he actually was able to even crawl inside left you in awe. But now, you found yourself bubbling away in annoyance when he continued to sleep and occupy the whole area, all while ignoring you. "Great, so this is your territory now...? You almost take up all the space—" Your hand reached out to poke his cheek, but you came to regret it immediately.

A little yelp escaped your lips as Malleus lazily yet somehow quickly extended his hand to stop you by grabbing your wrist with an iron grip. Trying to tug your wrist out of his hold resulted in him suddenly pulling. You toppled over right into his arms, your back now pressed flush against his chest. "Now... be quiet..." he whispered into your ear as he removed his hand from your wrist, and moved it to circle it around your waist. "Your mate needs some sleep..."

"Mate—" Again, the word that made your brain stop functioning appeared. Cheeks burning brightly, you started to squirm a little bit in embarrassment — especially with the way his hot breath always fanned over your ear.

"Hush, my little treasure..." he mumbled softly, nuzzling his nose into your hair. Eventually, you were calm enough to close your eyes and try to fall asleep, too.

Letting out a little sigh, you placed your hand over his other one that lay not too far away from your body. "I could get used to this..." A big smile etched onto your lips, you soon found yourself drifting off into dreamland.

Hours passed as Malleus and you were caught in deep slumber. When the sun had long disappeared behind the horizon, the door to your room was opened, and a gap of light streamed in. "Malleus? It's time to return from visiting (Y/n)—" Lilia began, but shut up immediately once he realised how everything was dark and silent, only soft breathing coming from the strange fortress made out of pillows. Curious, Lilia opened the door a little bit more, so he could step inside and investigate. Sebek and Silver peeked inside, curious as well.

Sticking his head into the cave's entrance, Lilia started to squeal at the sight in front of him: Malleus and you cuddling like a pair of freshly mated dragons in your own little cave.

As he returned to the two retainers, there were tears running down his cheeks. "Sebek! Silver! T-They have their own cave now—" Lilia managed to stutter out as he wiped his eyes with his overly large sleeves. Sebek and Silver seemed stunned, and the former looked like he was on the verge of passing out.

"So..." Silver trailed off after being the first to recover from the shock, "who's gonna look after their kids?"

‘Treasure beyond your wildest dreams!’ Ace said.

‘Knowledge long since lost to time!’ Deuce corrected.

‘Yeah, okay, but what is it,’ you asked.

And neither of them had an answer.

Abandoned castles suspended over a sea of bubbling lava were not your preferred holiday destination. You’d told Ace this several times. You’d begged, pleaded, to please just be normal for once. But noooo. Both the snarky, ginger, bastard and the other half of his singular brain cell had apparently decided that suicide ala boiling rocks sounded like a perfectly lovely plan for your Saturday evening.

“I’m just saying,” you huffed as the rope bridge swung worryingly beneath your feet, “taverns are a thing. Faires. Market runs. Casual side quests that won’t wind up with us being flambeed alive.”

“But there’s treasure!” Ace complained, the muddled light off the lava below illuminating his pout in a way that made it look especially punchable. “I heard there’s this really awesome magical sword! Or maybe it was a shield or something—”

“Or something,” you grit out. “What if it’s a book, huh? You can’t even read.”

“We can try!” Deuce returned, a spark of that familiar determination zipping through his blue eyes.

“Or we can sell it,” Ace said, which was certainly the more likely option of the two.

One of the rickety, wooden, slats cracked beneath the low heel of your boot and tumbled down into the lava below. Maybe it hit the gurgling pool of death with a hiss, or a whump, or some other cool sound. But all you could hear was the ringing in your ears.

“Oh my god. I’m going to die.”

“I mean, maybe,” Ace shrugged. “But at least you’ll have a cool new sword propped up at your grave or something.”

You managed to make it all the way to the other side of the horrible death bridge without plummeting to your doom. Except now you were standing at the foot an equally horrifying castle. It was massive—grand on a scale that seemed entirely impossible for something constructed in the heart of a volcano. Its dozens of ebony spires clawed at the sky. The walls crawled with grey ivy and thickets of thorns so dense that you couldn’t see even the barest hint of brick beneath. It looked evil in the way that cursed tombs felt evil—eternal, and still, and oppressive. Like a creature in its own right rather than just an agglomeration of black stone.

Ace drew his sword and Deuce readied his axe. You sighed and plucked at the strings of your stupid fucking lute, and wished once more that you’d had the foresight all those moons ago to take the cushy internship position Lord Crewel had tried to offer you. But, no. You’d wanted to be an adventurer.

The massive double doors of the entrance swung open with an eerie groan. A pair of stern looking gargoyles stood guard as the three of you cautiously made your way into the castle. You swore you could feel their eyes following you—that you’d seen them flex jagged claws into their stone perches in an aborted attempt to dive after you.

The inside of the looming fortress was no more welcoming than out. Dark, emerald, stained glass windows lined the walls—smothering any of the warmer light from the volcano and tinting the entire hall a sickly green-grey. The stone floors and walls were elaborately carved with the faded stories of dynasties long since passed, but what had once surely been immaculate craftsmanship had shifted and cracked with age—crushing floors into tight slopes and littering already narrow walkways with heavy debris.

“We just have to find the tallest tower,” Ace hummed, swiping at a few dangling trails of thorns with the blunted edge of his blade. “And then the highest room in that.”

“The treasure is never in the highest room in the tallest tower,” you complained. “You just heard that in a drinking song once.”

“Is that true?” Deuce frowned, looking terribly betrayed.

“No way!” Ace snipped. “I told you! An old crone read my fortune in her bone dice, and she said to always check the highest room in the tallest tower! Because that’s where I’d find my greatest treasure!”

“Maybe the greatest treasure is the friends we’ve made along the way?” Deuce suggested helpfully.

“No.”

So you split off from a grouchy Ace and dejected Deuce to try and find some stairs. Every room in this stupid castle was swimming in so many shadows that you could hardly tell right from left, let alone if there were any kinds of secret doors or passageways that may lead to an equally secret tower. The chamber you’d found yourself in now was gigantic, and each tentative step you took echoed discordantly through the ashy gloom. You kicked miserably at a loose rock and it skittered off into the darkness with a dull thunk. And then something… odd, began to happen. That darkness began to move—to rise and unfurl like a great set of wings on a beast. And—oh. Oh no.

“Would you look at that,” Ace whistled under his breath, neck craned all the way back as he squinted at what was most definitely the tallest of all the towers this creepy castle had to offer. “Guess what, nonbelievers. I found the—”

“DRAGON!”

Whoosh went the great swathe of emerald fire as it exploded down the barren hallway and nipped at your heels. You dove out into the open courtyard just in time to avoid being roasted alive, and the gargantuan monster behind you let out a roar fit to shake the earth. A quick tuck-and-roll left you crouched behind a fallen pillar, and the dragon’s bright, green, glower turned on you and your garbage hiding spot with a rumbling snarl. Its rows of sharp, white, teeth closing just above your head—missing its mark by barely a hair’s width.

“Gotcha!” Deuce snarled, his armored fists dragging the dragon away by its tail. Or, well, tried to. Because the dragon was a hundred feet long at least, and your blue haired friend probably looked like nothing more than a pesky rat darting between its feet. It turned and snapped at him irritably, taking a great, big, step forward in a bid to get a firmer stance to attack. You threw yourself in the other direction to avoid being trampled.

“Go!” Ace called, charging in from the other side. “Quick!”

Because at the end of the day, they were still both your brave, tanky, warrior, friends. And you were just a very, very, squishy bard who really would not fare well against a particularly motivated goose, let alone a dragon. So you skidded through the rubble and onto your feet, and started to sprint back into the castle’s halls—hoping maybe you’d be able to find a bit more cover.

There was a great clatter, and both Ace and Deuce yelped. You looked back hurriedly to see the pair of them clutching onto the dragon’s tail for dear life as it whipped them back and forth through the ash and debris cluttering the ground. With one, final, great, sweep, the dragon pitched them into the air and sent them careening through the roof of that ‘tallest tower.’ You muttered a hasty incantation and the sparkling outlines of soft feathers danced along your fingers. You hoped you weren’t too far. You were probably too goddamn far. But you hummed frantically under your breath nonetheless and entreated your middling magic to give them a soft landing.

And then there was another wave of green hellfire raining down over your head and you turned and ran.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—

Even if you’d been a champion sprinter, there was little good it would have done you against a beast whose stride was longer than you were tall. You made it back into some hall or other, and into another cavernous room, and then you were pinned into a corner—the dragon looming over you like a vengeful wraith come to take its due.

It was gigantic. Probably the biggest creature you’d ever seen. And it was sleek—all lithe muscle and glossy rows of black scales that glittered oddly in the dull, grey, light. Its wings spread wide behind it, spanning the entirety of the vast chamber. They looked like the sort of wings that could stir up a hurricane. The curling horns atop its head seemed sharp enough to gore a man or twenty, and the purple crests lining its skull were tapered down flat in a way that reminded you a bit deliriously of a pissy cat pinning its ears back before it swatted at you.

Its lips curled back over pointed canines as it snarled at you, and you were showered in a swathe of hot sparks.

“Oh, what large teeth you have,” you squeaked, and when the dragon dipped closer to bellow into your face, your reeled back with a splutter. “I—I mean white, sparkling, teeth!” you rattled, nearly incoherent. The dragon’s snout twitched away, almost like you’d startled it. “I mean, I’m sure you hear this all the time from your food, but—wow! Just! Very lovely! Definitely the prettiest smile I’ll ever be eaten by!”

Slowly it lowered its great head, and you could see the neon glare from its narrowed eyes.

“Not that you have to eat me,” you added hurriedly, hoping to whatever Gods could hear you that your smart mouth could finally be useful for more than just talking circles around assholes in bars or weaseling your friends out of shitty contracts. “I’d very much like not to be eaten. But all the same, we did intrude in your home—and it’s definitely a very nice home—so I’d totally get it. And I guess if I did have to die today, knowing that my life would be in the hands of something so magnificent is certainly reassuring.”

The dragon seemed to preen a bit at that. You could see the sharp crests beneath its horns soften as tension bled from the beast’s posture. It ducked in close again, and this time you felt a sharp pull of air rush past your cheeks as it sniffed you. Its nostrils were the size your head—bigger even, maybe. You didn’t want to think about it, but the dry heat of its breath puffing into your face made the entire thing a bit hard to ignore.  

“Did I mention what a charming home you have?” you rambled on. “Very aesthetic. The gargoyles at the gate were a lovely touch.”

The dragon made a low, warbling, noise in its throat that wasn’t quite a growl, but wasn’t particularly… reassuring, either. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

It ducked away—not far, just enough to reach one of the large, carved, walls at the outskirts of the room. Its long neck slithered out before pausing pointedly over an archway. It took you a long moment to realize it was gesturing to something. Another gargoyle from the looks of things—this one almost entirely crumbled away under the strains of time. You could just barely make out the shape of its square jaw and taloned fingers.

You nodded so hard you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

“Yes! I see! Very beautiful! Such fine craftsmanship!”

The dragon cooed at you. Swear on your life and all the money in your back packet. An actual, honest to God, coo. Fuck, maybe you’d managed to charm your way out of imminent dismemberment and death after all.

It ambled closer once again, a curiosity lighting its eyes and warming those neon irises into something that was less poisonous-hell-fire and more mellow-evening-in-the-forest.

Amidst all the rippling waves of ebony scales, your eyes caught on the smallest smear of crimson. Just a touch of red—right along the spikes of its tail. Carefully, cautiously, slower than molasses, you stepped forward with your hands raised. You whispered a handful of familiar words under your breath and your palms glowed fuzzy and blue. Dragons were supposed to be inherently magical, right? So this one would certainly understand that the string of syllables you’d babbled out were good, and helpful, and not at all a provocation. The dragon was looking down at you with lidded eyes, its gaze a bit unfocused. You gulped.

“I’m sorry my friends messed with your tail,” you apologized, gingerly holding your fingers out to hover over the abrasions without actually touching. “They were just trying to protect me. If—if that makes it any better.” The minuscule wound began to knit itself back together neatly beneath the pulses of your magic. “I do tend to need a lot of protecting—I’m not much a warrior, if that wasn’t completely obvious by the everything about me—so I can’t really blame them for being a bit gung-ho about it.”

After a moment or two, the scratches had faded back into solid, matte, black and you drew back with a content hum.

“There! All fixed!” You gave your most winning smile. Please don’t eat me, your brain chanted on endless repeat. Please don’t eat me please don’t eat me please don’t eat me—

The dragon reared back and settled on its haunches with another heavy puff of sweltering breath. You could feel the heat of it prickling all the way up your arms. After a long, long, moment of silent consideration, the dragon leaned forward again and rumbled deep in its chest. When you only stood there, properly petrified, it huffed again and bumped its nose against your sternum, nearly toppling you over.

“I don’t—” you started, nervous. “I’m sorry. I don’t really get what you’re trying to say.”

With another sigh that sounded entirely too put upon, the dragon lowered its great head. The air itself seemed to grow heavy against your shoulders, and you could taste the cloying bitterness of strong magics on the back of your tongue. Black miasma oozed from beneath the dragon’s talons and melted along its scales. The caustic scent of ash and petrichor burned along your nostrils, and you had to pinch your eyes shut and cover your nose to keep from coughing. You managed to sneak a peek past your fingers just in time to watch the shadowed outline of the beast collapse. And out of that puddle of black goo emerged a man­. He was tall and lithe, just as the dragon had been, with glowing green eyes that were terribly familiar. They were framed with thick, dark, lashes and sat perfectly on a face that was nearly too handsome to be human (well, it really wasn’t human you supposed, so that little tidbit probably accounted for said inhuman beauty well enough). Recognizable eyes and stature or no, the curling horns atop his head would have sealed the deal plenty well enough on their own.

He shook off the shadows twining around his ankles with a lazy twist of the hand and then turned to you with a curious little hum.

And holy fuck Mister Dragon apparently had no sense of shame, or maybe just no qualms about social niceties and practicalities, because his human self was wearing about just as many clothes as his lizard form had been.

You squeezed your eyes shut with a squeak, and then double covered them with your hands for good measure.

A chuckle rolled through the air—as dark and pleasantly rich as the finest of chocolates. And then there was a clawed finger beneath your chin, tilting your head back, and back, and back until you were at least half-way sure it would probably be safe to open your eyes again without infringing on his decency.

“You are fascinating, Child of Man,” it—he—hummed, low in his throat. His thumb dragged down to hook beneath the curve of your jaw and support the finger tucked up under your chin. “And it’s been so, very, long since I’ve been fascinated by anything.”

“Uh,” you replied, like a perfectly functional human being.

The dragon’s lips curled up over his pointed teeth—still just as sharp and white as they had been when he’d been so much bigger and scalier.

“I think I’d like to keep you,” he said with a nod to himself, as casually as one may talk about picking up extra groceries from the market.

“Uh,” you said again.

“You did mention that you needed protecting,” he continued, tapping a clawed finger against his own chin. The small smile quirking his lips twisted into something smug. “And that is certainly something at which I would excel.”

Your head was swimming.

“I—I mean. I’m honored that you—that… you—” You couldn’t even think the words, let alone get them past your brain and out of your mouth. You cleared your throat and fought to keep your eyes level with his clavicle and nowhere else. “D-Don’t you think you’re moving a bit fast?” you laughed nervously. “I mean, I’m sure my friends will probably be on their way back down soon—and—I mean, we haven’t even introduced ourselves yet. I don’t even know your name.”

He blinked, slow and serpentine.

“Oh. I suppose you wouldn’t.” He canted his head to the side, long strands of that inky black hair of his spilling across his shoulder. An amused sort of grin worked its way along his mouth. “Dragons are not keen to give out our true names so readily, but you seem like a clever one. Tell me—what do you think I’m called then, hmm?”

You glanced up quickly at the horns atop his head and couldn’t help yourself.

“Tsunotarou?”

He let out a bark of laughter that seemed to shake the walls.

Leona Kingscholar

“Don’t you just love a woman who could actually just kill you?” -Leona, 2023. Your physical appearance was something he didn’t really care about; you were strong and confident, and that’s what made him fall for you. He loved your eyes because they always looked for a challenge that you could face.

When he overblotted, he had noticed the first glance of excitement that you gave him. You were the one who received all his attacks, and you just regenerated quickly before landing attacks of your own. You didn’t have your fans on you, but you were just fine because of your extensive martial arts knowledge.

You stayed by his side as he recovered in the infirmary. In fact, he woke up to you telling stories to his young nephew. It was an endearing scene that made his heart feel warm. Once you noticed your beloved lion’s eyes were open, you let Cheka say hi before ushering him out of the room because you knew Leona had questions that were best for a child not to hear. You told him everything: being a demon, having a cult, all of it. 

Leona suggested you go on animal blood, and you agreed. You couldn’t say that you were very excited to do it, but your boyfriend promised to be there with you every step. He would keep you on track just so you wouldn’t hurt anybody. 

The first time he experienced how well you were able to utilize your fans was when the ADeuce duo were about to start some trouble again. You moved swiftly and you landed a cut on Ace as a warning to not start shit again. Leona couldn’t have been more proud of you finally putting an end to their shenanigans.

Azul Ashengrotto

When you both first met each other’s gaze, Azul forgot what he was originally doing. He got lost in your eyes. When the Tweels noticed, they had one hell of a time teasing their boss. The next time he looked up, you were gone.

When he overblotted, you were the first to rush at him. You were very fast for being underwater, and so he was caught off-guard. He had to admit that you were so graceful, and he could tell that you calculated every single movement you made. When he did manage to land a hit, you were able to quickly recover and attack with even more force.

You were by his side when he woke up. You dabbed at his forehead with a cold cloth as you talked to him. You revealed everything about yourself: the cult, the “freeing” of the men that followed you, the fact that you were a demon, everything. When you told him that you needed to consume blood to survive, he offered his neck to you. 

You shook your head, refusing him. There was no way you would be able to control yourself if you even indulge yourself a little. Azul had to suck it up and stand up, place his hands at the back of your head, and gently guide your face into the crook of his neck. He knew you had starved yourself up to that point, and he didn’t want you to die either.

The first time he experienced your fans was when Floyd decided to sneak up on you and give you a squeeze. Azul was about to scold the eel when you whipped out one of your golden fans and cut Floyd on the cheek. You had no emotion on your face, you didn’t even apologize. Both of them were very concerned.

Kalim Al-Asim

He absolutely adores your eyes. They are more beautiful than any treasure his family had ever owned, and more beautiful than any tapestry that money could ever fathom of buying. No, they told their own story, one that you didn’t allow them to tell.

When Jamil overblotted, Kalim noticed how you blocked his Vice Housewarden’s attack that was originally meant for him. He thought you were seriously injured, but nope. The hole that was punched through your stomach started healing itself.

Once the battle was over, your boyfriend asked what the heck happened. You told him that you were a demon, and you even went off on a tangent about your cult and how your followers would sacrifice themselves to ‘be freed from this world’. When you told him about the fact that you needed blood to survive, he asked if you would want some of his blood.

You most definitely refused, jokingly saying that Ace would be a better candidate. However, he was not joking. He grabbed your hand and placed his own (palm up) into it. You hang your head in defeat and puncture the skin on his wrist. You couldn’t have been more glad to know that he wasn’t a Marechi.

He first experienced the strength in your fans when the entire dorm was dying of heat strokes (not really, but you know what I mean). You used your fans to create a gust of wind that immediately cooled everyone down, including him. Everyone was grateful for you that day.

Vil Schoenheit

He is jealous of your eyes before he learns your history. How he wishes he could have eyes like yours. He also admires them. Usually, you would be able to tell someone’s emotions from their eyes, but no one could read you. Not even him. 

When he overblotted, you had no emotion on your face. You just attacked and defended, cold and calculated as you always were in battle. Vil did manage to hit you, but it was just your leg that he tore off. You used your remaining leg to push off the ground so that you launched yourself in the air.

When he was taken to the infirmary, you were there by his side. You helped the nurse in making sure he was okay. When he did wake up, you threw your arms around him in relief. However, he pushed you off and asked how you regenerated your freaking leg. You let out a sigh of remorse. You let everything out: how you were turned into a demon, you had a cult, you even killed and ate men from that cult because you could only survive off of blood and flesh.

He considered his next course of action. Usually, he would prefer a vegan diet, but yours was a special situation. He would suggest an animal-based diet to try and recreate the feeling of consuming a human. I don’t think he gets queasy by it, since he’s had to see things like this in films that he has starred in.

Now, about your fans, he finds them absolutely beautiful. He tries to make you some, but you refuse. He is offended, but you show him why. You use your blood demon art and blow Rook out of the tree he was in with the gust of wind you created. Now your lovely boyfriend understands.

Idia Shroud

I think you know what I’m about to say, but you remind him of one of the demons from ‘Help! Rip-off Michael Jackson turned my sister into a demon and now I’m trying to find a cure for her!’ Your eyes even matched, and it was freaking him out.

When he overblotted, you knew that you probably met your match. He was as smart as you, but with his armor he was a lot slower. You did a lot of damage before he landed a hit. The Idia within him felt horrible, but then you regenerated your arm.

You stayed by his side when he was taken to the infirmary. You were in a chair next to him when he woke up. The memories of the fight came flooding in, and he scooted as far away from you as possible. You realized that you owed him an explanation. You told him your origin story, the cult and how you would “free” the members from this harsh and cruel world, and the fact that the mountain of dead bodies you left behind was taller than the entire student body put together.

Your stomach started to rumble, and you had a scared look on your face. He asked why you looked terrified and you admitted that you had starved yourself because you could only eat flesh and you didn’t want to hurt anyone. Idia took a deep breath, held your face in his hands, and put it into the crook of his neck. You punctured his skin, and drank. He had to admit that it felt painful in a good way.

The first time he experienced you using your fans, it was when Ace decided to start some shit again. He saw you through the tablet that Ortho accompanied around NRC, and he thought you were absolutely beautiful. You didn’t harm the first year student, you just created a gust of wind that blew him in another direction.

Malleus Draconia

He thought your eyes were more beautiful than any star in the night sky. He could stare into them for hours.  Every single time he sees you, he always makes sure to look you in the eyes, because you always have love gleaming in them.

When Leona overblotted, the love that was always with you was gone. You were cold and brutal, attacking the lion just so he is only gravely injured but not dead. When he did manage to land an attack, Malleus screamed your name once he saw the hole through your stomach, but you just got up and continued to fight.

After the Housewarden of Savanaclaw was defeated, the Housewarden of Diasomnia went to check on you. The joy you felt whenever you saw your Prince was back, but dimmed when he started asking you the long-expected-but-despised questions. You gave him the answers he wanted. He was not shocked to hear the cult following you had (mans would’ve joined if he were in your world).

You got to the point where you told him what a demon’s diet consisted of. You stated that you had been starving yourself to the brink of insanity. That’s when Malleus gently took off his glove on his left hand and held his wrist out to you. You could smell it: he was a Marechi. You refused it, but he insisted. He let out a hiss of pain before curiously watching you as you feasted on his blood.

Deuce Spade

He was also intimidated by you, but it was in a good way. He found Thing unsettling, but decided that there was no point in being creeped out and decided to learn how to communicate with him. When you are away, they act like middle school girls and gossip about Deuce’s crush on you.

He was in awe of all the pure knowledge you have. In a short amount of time, you were able to rise to the top of your classes. The teachers loved you, so he decided to go to you for tutoring. He had explained how he was an Honor’s Student because of his promise to his mother, and that hit close to home for you.

It was during one of these study sessions where he wasn’t getting the material for some reason, so you suggested a break. You went into your closet and brought out your cello. Deuce was surprised when you got into position and started playing a sad tune.

Another time, he walked in on you performing some sort of ritual. You were even speaking in a whole other language that he didn’t recognize (you were speaking Latin). However, it didn’t seem to work because you let out a frustrated sigh.

When you both get together, no one (besides Ace) was surprised. You both spent a lot of time together, so it did not come as a shock to anyone. Ace was angry that Deuce was able to rizz you up but he hasn’t been able to rizz anyone up since middle school (sounds like Takemichi from Tokyo Revengers).

Jack Howl

Wasn’t intimidated by you at all. In fact, you both held a mutual respect for one another, since you both were the only ones at NRC with common sense. He did find Thing creepy at first, but eventually got used to him. Most of the time, he is often perched on either your shoulder or Jack’s.

You both were good in the academic aspect. You excelled him in many ways, but he was fine with where he was at. There was no way he would be able to remember every little thing the teacher had said in class, but he was happy for you since you could do it. 

During the period where you both were trying to stop Azul, he walked to Ramshackle to try and come up with a plan with you. However, his ears detected the sound of a cello. He continued walking towards your dorm (since that was where the sound was coming from), and was surprised to hear it come directly from inside. He then knocked on the door.

You opened it, and Jack looked inside to see a black cello in the middle of your living room. He complimented your skill and immediately got back to work. You were sort of relieved when he didn’t make a big deal out of it since you did have more pressing matters to focus on.

No one is surprised when you guys get together. In fact, it made sense to everyone. He was the one who helped the most with taking Azul down, so it was only a matter of when he’d ask you out. Sure, you both aren’t very romantic, but you show your love in different ways than what would be considered ‘orthodox’.

Epel Felmier

Was most definitely terrified of you, but tried to act like he wasn’t. He would have to summon so much courage to try and talk to you, only to stutter through each and every one of his sentences. Poor guy doesn’t know when he started to sweat so much. He nearly fainted when he met Thing.

He admires you in an academic aspect because you rose to the top of your class very quickly. You even managed to surpass most of the older students when test scores were released. Later that day, you received an apple in the shape of a skull with a note saying “Good job on the test! -E.F.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was from.

One time, you both agreed to meet up to do some homework. He had been having trouble with a specific problem and figured you would be the best person to go to. When he made it, he heard the sound of a cello coming from inside.

He quietly entered the dorm and hid behind a wall while he listened. Once you finished, he came out of his hiding place while applauding you. You had already known that he was there, but you couldn’t help but feel a smile trying to fight its way onto your face. It never stood a chance against your will to force it down.

I feel like some people were surprised when they found out you both were together, but others weren’t. You both had a temper, but your anger would come out in different ways. You offered him a few different outlets, like mastering an instrument so that he could play alongside you (Vil was totally in favor of this idea, since he thought you played beautifully).

Sebek Zigvolt

He would also act like he wasn’t intimidated by you. It came from a place where he thinks you would do better as one of Malleus’s knights, so he grows scared that Waka-sama might see more value in you than him. Plus, Thing wasn’t helping anything.

You both are instant academic rivals. He always gets frustrated because you always hold yourself in a calm manner and always manage to get top marks while he was stuck in second place. It angered him to no end.

One day, he decides to go and ask you some questions because there was no way that you could beat him in a fencing duel, when he heard a cello coming from inside the rickety dormitory. He had to admit that the player was doing amazingly. He knocked on your door and waited for you to answer. 

When you invited him inside, he saw that you were in the process of putting your cello away. So you were the one playing so beautifully? He acted like he didn’t hear any of it whilst he asked you to a duel. You asked if he would want the bout to go until 15 touches, or until someone drew the first blood. He picked the latter.