⚠️MDNI⚠️ Dainsleif And Aizen’s Girl

Arkhamverse Riddler

Oh, please, like a genius like him has time for such…such matters.

But even a mastermind like Eddie knows the tell-tale signs and he greatly tries to ignore them.

Clammy hands, elevated heart rate, stammering and stuttering his words…like some kind of buffoon.

The small elation of hearing your name or hearing your voice, to have you next to him when he'd sneer and push everyone else away.

Edward shrugs it all off—this…this can't—isn't happening—

Every time you leave, he finds himself missing you more and more…that warm feeling of love rising and lingering longer than the last time he saw you…

It's getting more difficult to say in denial.

Dano/Reevesverse Riddler

Eddie contemplates the notion once he realizes he's been thinking about you…a lot more than he should be.

His mind should be focused on his reformation of Gotham—following Batman's lead for justice—

Yet his mind can't help but wonder about you: what you're up to, how you're feeling, are you safe…

Which is another sign that he's falling for you, he finds himself worried about you—almost an obsessive amount.

Did you make it home okay? Are your doors locked? Windows shut? Are you sure no one's followed you home? (well, besides himself anyway)

Once he's accepted the fact that what he feels…can only be described as love…

Eddie feels more invigorated than ever to go through with his plans…after all if anyone deserves a better Gotham…it's you.

Gotham Riddler

Definitely one of the few Riddlers that's well aware of when he's falling in love.

It makes him anxious as one might expect, but not for the same reasons as most…

For Eddie, when he realizes he's falling in love again, he's anxious that something will happen to you as a result of it…after all everyone he's previously been in love with is now dead.

Eddie will try and push the feelings down, but remain cordial, kind, and friendly—even if it kills him not to admire you.

Meanwhile, Ed, thinks…no he knows, you'll be different! You can handle him—both sides of him—you wouldn't run away.

It is Ed that eventually pursues you, behind Eddie's back.

Eddie can only hope that Ed is right and that you won't be afraid of him…or become a target…

BTAS Riddler

Edward is smitten almost immediately.

He tries to stay…calm and collected…not let this—sudden fondness get the better of him…but to no avail.

He can tell it's love when he thinks about you after finishing a new project.

Among it's completion, he wonders what you would think about his new puzzles or toys he designed…how you'd like his new riddles.

The signs of infatuation only get more obvious as he begins blushing and stuttering over his words around you. Especially after you praise him for his latest invention~

He finds himself almost wanting to impress you more than outwitting Batman…almost…

But he definitely begins seeking your approval more so than his investors~

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler

Edward scoffs at the idea…

Sure, it's a sweet idea…an ideal outcome for most to find love.

He figures it's just not in the cards for him—already deciding no one out there could ever meet up to his expectations.

If (and it's a big if) he does start falling in love, he will take notice—and urgently try to ignore it.

Ed will still be condescending, rude, and blunt towards you—but he actually feels dejected when you get frustrated with him and walk off.

He doesn't get as annoyed with you as others, finding the banter between you two amusing.

Edward wants to keep you around…he can't deny enjoying you presence, and surely this feeling will subside once you inevitably bore him…right?

Gotham City Sirens Riddler

Well, for starters, he must really think highly of you if he goes out of his way to set up dates with you—

Often times, Ed gets sidetracked with work to call back for a second date or found the first date to be underwhelming.

But he put forth the effort to be with you, unless it was an emergency or he was caught in a snag and he couldn't make it…but even when that happened, you always understood.

Which just made him appreciate you even more.

You knew to an extent who he was and what he does…and when you didn't pry when something occured…it made him want to tell you everything.

Something else that was unlike him, to feel this desire to be vulnerable with someone…especially after getting burned before by so called "friends".

Edward continues to make the effort to keep you around and slowly comes to terms that he may indeed be in love with you.

Telltale Riddler

Edward believes he's far too old and past his prime to pursue such endeavors.

It's not even so much that he thinks no one is good enough but that…he didn't want to put someone he cares about in harm's way…given his colorful and infamous past.

For Edward, there was no point to love…not anymore, but he knew himself well enough to know the signs.

The way his shoulders slump slightly, his voice isn't so heavy with intimidation or condescension, and the way his walls open up slightly.

Hearing your name…brings a small pleased smile on his face, as he quietly hopes to see you soon.

Edward has no contention admitting to himself he's in love…it's whether he'll ever tell you…is the true enigma.

Young Justice Riddler

Oh boy...oh God…oh geez…

It's…painfully obvious early on that he's head over heels for you.

Eddie can't stop thinking about you—what to say the next time he sees you, how to impress you, to get you to notice him…

You're a fairly big distraction much to the chagrin of Eddie's teammates.

He goes out of his way to try and spend as much time with you as he can…

Even while simultaneously being a nervous wreck about being near you for an extended period of time.

Arkhamverse Riddler

Edward almost doesn't even notice you, let alone you in the dress.

It isn't until he looked at you to tell you to leave him be did he finally see the dress.

You don't miss his eyes widening or him going uncharacteristically silent.

Between his silence and short quick glances up and down your body…you knew that he actually liked it.

Edward swallowed dryly, trying to maintain some form of composure.

It's nice…he supposes…but the designers couldn't be bothered to make a version of the dress in green?

Dano/Reevesverse Riddler

Instantly enamored and flustered by it.

Edward will begin to ask questions…just to buy time to gather his flustered nerves.

Such questions like; when did you get it? Where from? Is something special happening he needs to be aware of?

He's happy to hear you just got it for yourself…a little gift to treat yourself.

You deserve all the finer things in life…and anything your heart desires.

He hopes to be able to gift such things for you himself one day.

Gotham Riddler

Why, hello…

Shamelessly rakes his eyes up and down your body.

Mentally making notes of where your skin is exposed…where he'd have easy access.

Ed's walking circles around you if you aren't already twirling around to give him a 360 degree view.

He's already thinking about upcoming dates or events he could take you to so he can show you off in it.

It is a shame the dress doesn't come in green…but the black is stunning on you and it matches his lapels…so it works.

BTAS Riddler

Edward Nygma.exe has stopped working.

His lower jaw is flapping but no sound or words are coming out.

When he does find his words, they're all compliments. How gorgeous, how radiant, how striking…

Eddie is also likely to inquire if there's some special occasion coming up warranting you to purchase this dress.

Whether there is or isn't one, Ed is still just looking at you in complete awe.

It just goes to show how you never cease to amaze him.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler

Well, when he asked for you to pick out a dress…he sure as hell wasn't expecting this…

While he does appreciate the compliments to your form and the tantalizingly revealing portions of open skin…

He also isn't entirely keen on the idea of you getting so much attention from this dress (especially if the attention is meant to be mostly on him.)

And don't act all modest, scoffing at his concern. You know damn well what you're doing…

Edward can't tell if he's frustrated or impressed by your tenacity.

One thing he can agree on is that it will look just as good on his bedroom floor as it does on you now.

Sirens Riddler

One of the few Riddlers who would be down for either color.

When you step out from your doorway for your date with him in this number—it makes his eyebrows raise.

He somehow starts feeling a little overdressed or too casual.

Ed smirks asking where you've been hiding that dress…he chuckles when you say you just bought it just for him—to surprise him.

During the peaceful silent moments between you two at dinner…Ed's eyes can't help but linger where your skin is exposed…

You smile at Ed knowingly as his hand rested against your exposed thigh under the dinner table.

Telltale Riddler

Where the hell did this come from?

Not much stuns or silences Ed in his old age but you managed to do it this time.

Like other Riddlers before…he's curious to why you're dressing up…how long have you own such an article of clothing? Etc.

While Ed usually lets you do as you please…

He can't help but feel less than thrilled on the idea of you going out in such a revealing dress…especially without him.

Perhaps you should keep this dress just between you two…both figuratively and maybe even literally.

Young Justice Riddler

Definitely, internally screaming on the inside.

Face is a bright, bright red. His heart is having palpitations while his stomach is doing somersaults.

You were already too gorgeous for him to handle…in this dress—you're breathtaking…

Eddie almost stumbles backwards as you slowly come closer to him.

His stuttering has also amplified tenfold as he tries to compliment you…

His silence is from being in awe! Not disapproval!

“Do what you have to,” you whine as another flash of pain seizes your muscles, “I don’t care.”

He huffs. It seems you’re stable enough to sit still and so he turns away, taking out the vial he’s had at the ready since yesterday evening, preparing the injection. 

“I’d have 25 assist me,” he informs you, “And I don’t mean to upset you but we’d need to inflate your abdomen if all was good.”

“No,” you glare at him with enough conviction that he pauses in preparing the medication.

“If too much air is pumped into your body, your whole self might get inflated. Not substantially, not enough to cause embolism, of course, but you might feel it. And neither 25, nor me have experience with this kind of procedure,” he carries on regardless, “I thought you disliked staying bedridden. This is your chance at relative quick recovery.”

“You won’t make me look like a balloon!” you whimper. 

Dottore’s smile provides little comfort. Still you do as he expects of you and force yourself into a position that allows him to comfortably administer the injection. Unmoved by your sulking, he helps you get up on the hospital bed closeby. It’s harder to move with every step, you find, your body growing heavier as if the pain was replaced with lead.

He pulls the blanket over you once you’re lying down, humming a tune as he tucks you in. Sitting down on the side of the bed, he strokes your hair. What an amusing pastime, to watch the uncertainty in your eyes, the inner conflict between trust and panic.

“A muscle relaxant,” he explains finally, “Works wonderfully, doesn’t it?”

It does. The pain is gone but so is your ability to move and your energy it seems. 

“You need to rest,” he informs you, “And iron. Fret not, we’ll get you some after you sleep.”

“Why?” you mumble. He smirks, clearly making out what you mean even from a single word.

“I have work to do,” his hand slips to your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin, “And you’d be distracting. Sleep while I finish.”

Baizhu gives you his most sympathetic smile, somehow even sweeter and gentler than he gives his actual patients, and patiently puts the food back on the place and sets the chopsticks down. Without pressuring you, he offers you the cup of murky liquid with a strong herbal scent again. Not too unpleasant, but a little suspicious. If it was anyone but him, you’d believe they were trying to poison you.

“You need to drink,” he reminds you, “And you need to eat. No medicine before you eat.”

You whimper and try to summon tears to your eyes. You doubt he’d crack if you cried, too infuriatingly meticulous to abandon caution, but it’s worth a try. Would be if you could do it.

“I don’t feel well,” you protest. Like he’s not aware. Like he’s not currently rubbing your abdomen with his warm hand, waiting for the hot water bottle he brought to cool down enough that it wouldn’t be causing damage to your tissues. 

“If I give you the medicine now, you’ll be even more nauseous and it’s gonna be worse than the pain,” he explains gently, with the patience of a saint considering how you have this exact conversation every time, “And you’d still need to eat.”

“Can’t you just remove it?” you whine, throwing your head back. Immediately you’re tempted to do it with more force, just so that your body maybe focuses on that instead of trying to strangle the traitorous organ low in your belly. 

“No unnecessary procedures,” Baizhu says sternly. His eyes remain gentle, however, and you think maybe you could push out some tears now if you put your mind to it. 

“Please?” you try.

His face softens even more, if possible, and he reaches over the tray to cup your face.

“There’s a risk you won’t wake up with every procedure,” he talks quietly, almost like he doesn’t want to consider the possibility, “And I’m not one to do a surgery on a patient while they’re fully aware and awake.”

“There wouldn’t be much difference from how I feel now,” you grumble, biting your lip at yet another wave of fresh cramps, “I can handle it.”

“But your physician unfortunately can’t,” he chuckles, picking up the chopsticks and splitting the bite he offered you into two. 

He picks up one of the pieces and tries again, pressing the food against your lips. You’re too distracted and agonized to pay attention to what it is even as you finally give up and eat it. 

“There we go,” he smiles, picking the other half and feeding it to you too.

“Painkiller now?” you ask hopefully. 

Baizhu shakes his head, has the audacity to remove the hand from your abdomen too - even if just to check the water bottle.

“First this,” he hums, handing the item to you. The heat does wonders for your comfort, although it could do more for the pain. “You need to fill your stomach, love. Eat a little more, hm?”

His hands are working wonders for your cramp. It’s like he knew the in and outs of your body, he can pinpoint where exactly it hurts and the pain slowly starts to feel less unbearable and more soothing.

Your hands go to rest atop his, feeling his movements on your stomach. His slender fingers are moving in circles, before you feel your hands move along with his palms to softly massage your hips and stomach.

“Thank you.” Your gratitude was soft and you only get a chaste press of a kiss on your neck as a response, shaping your lips into a little smile.

It started to get suffocating hearing you whimper and moan in pain, tossing in your bed as if it would lessen the pain. Zandik came to you for one thing and one thing only, but that’s getting pushed back a few days at the mention of your period.

So he had decided to take over your living room, splaying his documents and notes on his experiments all over the table. And he tried his best to ignore your current situation, until unfamiliar feelings started to rise in his body and his fingers twitched and his brain started going haywire with ideas. Ideas on how to make your cramp go away in one way or another.

It’s unbecoming of him to be this gentle, or kind in your own words. That word has never existed his vocabulary if he has to describe himself. This is more like a means to an end, to get this over with. Not an act of kindness.

To see how your body visibly relaxed at his touch, sounds of content leaving your mouth instead of moans and groans of pain, Zandik feels different. Loss of words to your verbal gratitude, he could only imagine to give you a kiss. When he did just that, even that gives you a subtle delighted reaction that sends waves of different emotions through him.

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Alhaitham

The scribe was a calculated and well composed man. So who would have thought he would lose his composure so easily when it came to you? Your presence was enough to make his seemingly cold manners crack and turn into poorly hidden admiration. Alhaitham did anything he could to keep you as shielded from the outside world as possible.

His muscular arms kept your legs open as he devoured you with uncharacteristic vigour. He sneered like a starved animal as he left mark after mark on your thighs. A guttural sneered left his lips as he dove his face further into the warmth of your cunt. You cooed at him lovingly as shivers of pleasure ran through your body.

Ayato

Ayato had always had his way with words. He had always had the upper hand no matter the circumstances. He was a beautiful man and he reminded you of a siren. His lilac eyes enchanted you to no extent. His touches intoxicating, leaving you wanting more. He was a dangerous man, that much you knew, but it didn’t stop you for seeking him out time after time. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but he loved you, oh so much and he kept you safe.

His bed was soft as and comforting. The doors open and welcoming in the breeze from the sea. The moon was high and clouds covered some of its white body.

The pale blue haired man was busy with burying his face between your legs were he ate you out with precision. His eyes never leaving yours as he showed you what it meant being the wife of the head of the Yashiro Commission. You found yourself melting in his touches and any thought about your parents disappeared without a trace. The smug smirk of the ethereal man was out of your understanding as you lost yourself to pleasure.

Baizhu

The Bubu Pharmacy was empty save from the two of you. The lights were dimmed and the window closed to keep the cold autumn night air out. Candles were lit to give you some much needed light. Baizhu’s trusted companion, the snake that often accompanied him, was in another room far away.

Orange reptile like eyes gazed down on you gently as he moved slowly down your body and to where you wanted him the most. His light touches teasing and making you hunger for more.

He parted your thighs skilfully as he kissed up your slit before he entered your hole with his tongue. The very same tongue which had driven your family and loved ones away with elegantly spun lies and well hidden treats.

Now the only thing you needed was him and his gentle, loving touches.

Capitano

The 1st Harbinger was a big and righteous man. He was stronger than any human that walked the earth and he never broke his word. He had first intimidated you with his size (and he still did at times), but you learned that underneath his helmet was a charming man. His charm was difficult to pinpoint as it was different from most, but it had greatly intrigued you.

His large hands held your legs firmly as they rested in his shoulders. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed with his head buried in your soaking cunt. His helmet was carefully placed on the dresser. Capitano’s long black hair fell against his shoulders as he lapped up your juices. His dark midnight blue eyes stared up at you, making you shiver under their intensity.

“You are so beautiful [Name]” his voice a groan.

You let yourself get lost in the pleasure and you couldn’t care less about the havoc he had caused when a rowdy man had accidentally bumped into you.

Childe

Blood were still coating the ginger strands of the warrior who had you pressed down on his face. The first thing he had demanded when he got home from yet another business trip, was for you to sit on his face. Who were you to deny your husband?

His grip on you were as intense as the rest of the man. His blue eyes were shut in bliss as he ate you out like it was his last meal. And if he had the choice he would die happily between your thighs as he told you at every given moment.

You didn’t last long with that damned tongue of his and before you knew it, you were clutching the headboard for much needed support. Instead of letting you get off, he simply glanced up at you with big eyes full of love and utter devotion.

As he continued to stare, it became obvious of who the blood in his hair belonged to.

Cyno

The white haired Mahamatra had his gazed locked onto your weeping cunt. His calloused hands ran down your sides till they got hold of your hips. His tongue plunged into you like a starved man and drove moan after moan out of you. He had finally managed to convince you to stay at home in his fine house as he would take care off you. Given his mannerism you could tell he was greatly pleased with himself.

His skill full tongue drove you quickly to your climax and you intertwined your hand in his white locks as he licked up your sweet release.

His red eyes looked up at you lovingly as he continued his previous pace. You were in for a long night.

Dainsleif

Blond hair tickled the sensitive skin of the inside of your thighs. The Khaenri'an’s hands were digging into the flesh of your skin as he lapped at your sweet juices. Dain had told you time after time that you were the only person that relived him of the pain that was caused of the curse that was cast upon him. As following he never let you leave him. You had long since learned that the soothing effect you had on his curse was only a tiny tiny fraction as to why he never let you leave his sight.

His groans and your soft moans were echoing through the empty halls of the ruin. The blond man drove his tongue deeper and you felt you were close. You chest heaved up and down in a rapid motion as you tried to calm down form your release.

Cerulean eyes stared up at you with devotion one normally only found in a worshipper of a god. How ironic. Words feel from his mouth which you had no means to understand, yet you felt the meaning through his unrelenting gaze. “Jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, min kjære [Name].”

Diluc

The soft glow of the fireplace warm against your naked skin. The light from the fire lighting up the muscular chest of the redhead that leaned over you. His lips locked against yours in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced in a seductive tango which made you ache with need between your legs. Diluc hummed as he noticed your thighs pressing together.

With his head between your thighs he worked you closer and closer towards or orgasm. His movements passionate and filled with love. You ran your hair through his red locks. You were truly happy in the arms of the man who loved you more than life itself. You ignored the words of others. So what is he was overprotective and so what is he didn’t want strangers talking to you? He was only trying to protect you.

Dottore

The Doctor was a talented man when it came to the art of intimacy. It was a rather shocking discovery at first, but you was happy he had showed you his ways in the bedroom.

The threat of being imprisoned forever within the walls is his lavish manor hang low over your head like a guillotine. Despite that you couldn’t care less. Not when he was nestled between your legs and lapped at your cunt with such gentleness and love you almost wept. To awaken such emotions within the second Harbinger was a defeat in itself, one which you treasured greatly.

His groans synchronised with your moans in a symphony of love and lust. It made you curious for the future and uneasy for what he had done to your loved ones.

Gorou

The life of a general was busy and dangerous. His days existed of leading battles and giving out orders. So it was only natural he was extremely touch starved when he returned from war and to you.

When you greeted him in the hallway of their cozy home he almost leaped into your arms. You hugged him tightly, glad he wasn’t hurt. He buried his face in the crotch of your neck. “Oh how I have missed you” his voice a whisper.

Pale hands gripped your thighs in a tight grip. Blunt nails digging into your skin. Your hands held onto the headboard with enough strength so you wouldn’t collapse on the man underneath you. His tongue drilled fast and deep into your drenched cunt. He was eating you out like a wild dog. Your every nerves was haywire.

Your breath hitched as Gorou drove you faster and faster to your climax. The brown haired man beneath you muttered chants of “I love you” against your clit over and over again. He had promised you when you pulled you onto the bed that he would never ever leave you again, and judging by his intense look you believed him.

Heizou

Slim fingers ran down your thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake. Dark red hair brushed against your nose. Light green eyes gazed into your eyes with lust and love. Your lips locked in a soft kiss. He tasted sweet like cherries. Your lips pulled apart and you could feel him smirking.

“You have no idea how much I love you, need you” his sensual voice whispered against your lips. He gave you one last deep kiss before he lowered his head down and kissed trails down to where you needed him the most.

You kissed your inner thigh till he reached your sweet cunt. He kissed it once, twice, before he gave it a good lick. You moaned at his moment.

He snickered teasingly as he pushed his tongue inside your spongy walls. He moaned loudly at your taste.

“Archons, you tasted heavenly” he sighed in between licks. His thumb found your clit which he stroked and rubbed skilfully.

You could feel the knot in your lower abdomen getting closer and closer to snapping. Before you knew it you came all over the beautiful face of the man between your thighs.

In your blissful trance you were completely unaware of the documents on his nightstand that read the reports of your future disappearance.

Itto

The horns of the oni was hard and cool underneath your hold. As you rubbed the base the large oni groaned in pleasure. He had you on his face in a tight hold as he ravaged your cunt with such hunger only an oni could posses. As his tongue swirled over your clit in a slow harsh manner, your dread upon seeing him tear the men who had backed you in an alley, in half slowly disappeared.

Your chest heaved as you tightened your hold on his horn which egged him on further. His movements speed up and it didn’t take long before you saw stars. You slumped forwards, but his strong large hands kept you upright.

“I love you so, so much” he murmured against your thigh.

Kaeya

The blue haired captain had without no doubt murdered the annoying tavern patrons in cold blood. Despite that, you felt safe in his arms as he pleasured your cunt with his slivered tongue. His lone eye glanced up at you with a hooded lid which sent a warm jolt down in your cunt.

He was as skilled with his tongue when it came to pleasuring you as he was at whispering you lies that fuelled your dependence on him.

He held you in a tight embrace as you came down form your high. His honeyed voice whisper sweet nothings into your ears and you felt safe in his arms.

Kaveh

Blond locks tickled your thighs as the architect lapped at your cunt. He had been extremely stressed and panicked when he came home to your shared home. He had admitted that he was afraid of someone better coming to whisk you away. You were the only thing that kept him sane. You had stroked his hair reassuringly and told him you would never leave him. Before you both knew it you had ended up in to sofa, with him nestled between your thighs.

You pulled at his soft locks which earned you a grown which reverberated against your cunt. You threw your head back against the cushion. Kaveh had always put your pleasure before his and he had always had a talented for making you feel better than anyone else could.

With a swirl of your clit and thorough the lapping of his wet muscle you came so heard you saw stars. You thought that he must be a gift sent by the gods beyond the sky as he licked up your excessive juices with loud moans.

He leaned over you as he started lovingly into your eyes. “You are never allowed to leave me, ever” he kissed you passionately. His grip on your shoulders was hard as if he was afraid you would run away.

Kazuha

The white haired samurai had always intrigued you. He was a wise man with a connection to nature you could only hope to fully understand. He was so so kind and gentle towards you, yet you had just witnessed him slashing down a group of drunken sailors who had gotten a little too friendly with you. His snowy haired had been stained red as he pulled you into a tight embrace, relived you were okay. You were shaken up by the sight you had just seen before you and he had kissed your face as he had whispered reassuring words. Every word he utters from his pale lips felt like a warm blanket. They always seemed to calm you.

You had helped him wash his hair and as his hair grew more and more white, his desire for you became more and more visible. You had pulled him into a kiss with led to you being laid out on the soft sheepskin rug in the middle of the bathroom.

His tongue wasn’t only good at uttering poetic words, but it was also extremely skilled in the art of pleasure. He ate you out gentle and sensual with his hands gripping your thighs. Every time the started close do to you being so lost in please, he pushed them open firmly. His red eyes held your gaze through the many orgasms he drew out of you. You had now completely forgotten all about the sounds of Kazuha’s katana slashing through the throats of the sailors.

Kinich

The ancient name bearer was a honest man. He believed in getting straight to the point and he rarely kept secrets. Hence why he told you quite early on after he had realised his feelings, what he felt for you. You had been foolish in believing it was just a normal crush and not an endless abyss of love and obsession which had scared his little dragon companion.

You had invited the hazel eyed young man into your home, without knowing that day would be your last day of freedom. After his visited, he would bring you home with him.

You laid spread out onto your bed with the dark haired man planted between your legs. His tongue hungrily ate you out and he swallowed as much slick he possible could. You whispered a soft “I love you” which made him completely lose his composure.

Lyney

White doves, flashy card tricks and well thought out magic performances became a part of your daily life after you accepted Lyney’s love. His feline eyes never left your form and his hand was always near you. He sneered passive aggressive threats at everyone who dared getting close to you. It had starting to get exhausting calming down your possessive lover. Luckily you had come up with a solution.

Burying his head into your cunt had surprisingly calming effects on the magician. He moaned at your sweet taste as his pale lilac eyes fell shut. His tongue was as talented as his fingers and brought you to orgasm after orgasm. You had started to wonder if he actually possessed magical powers after he brought you to your fourth orgasm that night.

Unbeknownst to you, was that the cunning magician had purposely lashed out more than normal at the travelling market you two had visited in order to be granted access between your legs. It was a grand feast for him and a pleasurable act for you, so it was a win win for both parties, wouldn’t you agree?

Neuvillette

The dragon had laid you down on the plush bed. Your skin flat against the silk sheets. His hold on you were gentle, but possessive. Despite his perfectly crafted façade he was only a dragon, and dragons did not ever want to share their treasures. Seeing you surrounded by so many who wanted to congratulate you on your marriage shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. He had clenched his jaw and dragged you upstairs to his private quarters.

His tongue was skilled and held an authority which made you blush. His pale fingers joined his tongue and brought you to a pleasure you knew you would never find with another man. You let yourself lose control of your body and gave your entire being to the awaiting dragon.

Ororon

The dark haired man was a desperate man. He clung to you as if you were his lifeline and for all you knew, maybe you were. His mismatched eyes held an obsession that ran deeper than the well that was outside his home.

He kissed your lower lips sloppily, but with such passion the poets of Mondstadt could never hope to achieve. He whimpered at the sweet taste of you and his kisses deepened. His lips parted from your sweet cunt and shifted to your inner thigh were he sunk his fangs into. You hissed as he sucked a purple hickey onto your sensitive.

“I should mark you up so no one gets any funny ideas about who you belong to” his sweet voice drowning out any other thoughts and filling them all with him.

Pantalone

Ringed fingers stroked the inside of your thighs as the dark haired Harbinger held your thighs. His pretty lips curled up into a smile that made your cheeks redden. He laughed at your embraced appearance. “Aren’t you the sweetest?” he purred as he kissed the inner of your thighs slowly, teasingly.

When his lips finally reached you were you wanted it the most you couldn’t help the small sounds that escaped your lips. The sounds only pushed him further on as he quickly and suddenly plunged his tongue deep inside. He moved his tongue skilfully as one of his hands found your clit which he rubbed gently.

The ring on your finger which symbolised the eternal binding you had to him felt like a part of you as you came undone on the silver tongue of the banker. It was as if your distaste of the marriage had never happened at all.

Pierro

The director of the Harbingers was a cold and collected man, but when it came to you he was different. The coldness thawed and was replaced with a warmth that lulled your senses. His large hands moved in precision that came with the many years he had lived. The marriage he had forced upon you didn’t seem as bad as you laid in the bed of his elegantly decorated bedroom with relics he had collected throughout the years.

His right hand held onto your thigh as the other held onto your and. Your hands intertwined. On of your legs were popped up on his shoulder as his tongue worked inside your tight hole. He was rather quiet save for a few grunt here and there, but it was obvious he enjoyed himself greatly.

As you came you tightened your hold on his hand and he kissed your thigh gently in a sign of his undying love.

Sethos

The tent was cramped, but with a miracle he had made it cozy. Blankets were covering the ground followed by pillows. Sethos was pressed between your thighs as he worshipped your cunt like it was an ancient goddess. His wild locks had fallen down his shoulders and framed his beautiful face. His gemstone like eyes found yours as he continued to please you with his tongue.

You could tell he was relieved to find you unharmed after the encounter with the bandits. You hadn’t dared to ask what he did to them afterwards, but you decided it was best to ignore it. You knew he would never hurt you, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for the bandits that had the misfortune to encounter the clever young man.

Thoma

The blond housekeeper had always been so very gentle and careful when it came to you. It made you wonder if he was scared you would break if he applied a little more pressure. Tonight however was different.

His hands dug into your skin as his tongue worked you up with fast and harsh movements. You couldn’t hold back the soft moans that fell from your lips. You closed your eyes as he ate you out.

His jealousy was evident in his tight hold. He had been seething through his usually calm and friendly expression. He couldn’t stand seeing other men lay their slimy hands on someone who belonged to him. Who knew what they would do to you?

Tighnari

Soft ears flicked as a deep groan sounded from deep within the chest of the forests watcher. His was eating you with carnal desire that had first surprised you. His arms snaked around your waist in a protective manner.

Tighnari had always been extremely overprotective for as long as you had known him. You had after a time, welcomed that side of him after you realised he only meant you well. His company was all you needed and you had started to forget how it was being with your friends.

A groan left his lips as he lapped up your release with a hunger fever. You let your fingers run along his ear which earned you a strangled moan. His hazel eyes gazed up into yours which such love. Why seek freedom when you had the sweetest lover?

Venti

The playful bard was happily lapping at your wet cunt. His fingers gently caressed your skin. His nose pushed against your clit as he angled his head in order to reach deeper into you.

Venti was a firm believer in freedom, and freedom he had given you. It had surprised you at first how a man with so deep feelings for you at the point you could envision him creeping into the cavity of your chest in order to be closer to you, letting you roam freely within the city. He had let you do as you wished, except talking to other men alone. Whenever a male counterpart approached you, his green eyes filled with rage was he stepped in and dragged you away.

Wanderer/ Scaramouche

Cold breath fanned over your lower half as he bent his face down. His beautiful face ethereal in the moonlight as his eyes found yours. Love and desperation swirled in the violets.

He swirled his tongue around your clit which made you gasp. His cold hand intertwined with yours in a gentle, but firm hold. He had always had the need to know where you were at all times and when you weren’t within his reach he became irritable and lashed out at anyone who dared to talk to him. You had long suspected that there was more to him than what he had told you. One thing was sure, his love for you ran deeper than the roots of the giants trees in the rainforest.

He ate you out with such emotion you were taken aback. The usual snarky man was now glossy in the eyes as his eyes raked across your face.

The moonlight cast long shadows over the bedroom as you came. At that very moment you didn’t care about how he didn’t want you to spend time with your friends. For was it really that bad to only be with him? Was it really that bad to be with the man you love?

Wriothesley

Strong hands held your hips in place as his face burrowed into your crotch. A few groans escaped his lips as his tongue works up your slit. His nose against your clit. Your eyes started up into the ceiling as you moaned. The Duke had had a bad day and he had wanted nothing more than to burrow his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours.

It had become an everyday occurrence with him nestled nicely between your thighs. You had long since stopped complaining about not being able to see the sun that hung high above the blue Fontainian waters.

“You are such a good girl, [Name]. Let me take care of you” his chin was glimmering with slick. His tongue swept over his chin in a hum. “You’re gonna be safe here. I’m glad you finally realise such” he kissed your inner thigh before he dove back in. What he said was true. You were going to be happy with him down in the Fortress.

Xiao

Golden predatory eyes held your gaze as the long fingers of the adeptus plugged into your cunt. The slick sounds filling the room accompanied by your uneven breathing. His mouth locked around your clit as he gave it a hard suck which sent shivers down your spine. Xiao was a man of few words, but that didn’t bother you. He had his own ways of showing you his love.

His ravenous tongue accompanied his fingers as he began his feast. The bedroom at his private quarters at the inn was dimly lit. A lone candle was burning on the nightstand. Your gaze wandered to the open window which overlooked the marsh and the land that stretched beyond. You longed for your freedom, but you didn’t want to part from the adeptus you loved so dearly. Maybe one day you two would traverse the world beyond the surrounding land of the inn.

Zhongli

Strong warm hands pinned you down as soft lips kissed down to your cunt. His hauntingly beautiful eyes met yours as he gently bit down onto your skin. His sharp teeth almost breaking the skin, but he parted before it started to hurt. He had time after time showed you he knew both you and your body better than everyone else.

The contract that laid neatly on the dark wooden nightstand was temporarily forgotten as he worked your through your nth orgasm for the night. His long silky brown hair fell over his shoulders as he tipped your head up into a deep kiss. His tongue invited yours to a dance of pleasure and love. He parted with your lips after a moment that felt like an eternity.

“I will make you happy for eternity. Just sign the contract and I will take care of everything else” his deep voice reverberated through his broad chest.

You nodded, oblivious to what would happen to you when you signed your name onto the golden paper. Your faith was in his hands, but he promised he would take care of you. You were his future wife after all.

Translation

Norwegian → English

“Jeg elsker deg” = “I love you”

The segments are an important part of Il Dottore's success, as the 2nd Harbinger of the Fatui.

They help him assist in many different projects and experiments, proposing their own ideas, and delivering various, unique, perspectives from each and every segment that exists. All have their own tasks to complete, own tests to conduct, and roles to fulfill— offering more than what Zandik could possibly ever achieve in his lonesome, as much as he would hate to admit it.

Though they have their creator to thank for each individual's existence— having given the autonomy to do whatever they could have possibly wanted, having their own thoughts, opinions, hobbies and interests, as long as they comply to Zandik's restrictions and assigned duties— they rarely cared for the original.

The human, more fragile and weak version of themselves. They pale in comparison when it comes to Zandik, this 85 year old body full of wrinkles and aching joints, barely able to walk by himself without a cane.

For his creations are created without any weakness in consideration— only their own minds could make them succumb to their doom. Stuck in a capsule of time, in a body and brain that will never grow, they remain who they are for as long as they live.

Perhaps that is why they resent Zandik the most.

Envy for his humanity? The capability to breathe? To bleed, just like him?

How preposterous, why would they ever wish for such weaknesses?

And though they have to listen to every word he says, the resentment stays within them, simmering until it toils their hearts.

Either Zandik is well aware of this fact or not, they will follow through whatever remains in his restless mind; not because they are free to choose so, but because they are obligated to.

That isn't really the case for you, though— more specifically, your segments.

Zandik loves you, very dearly so, of course he would make segments of yourself— only with your permission. They busy themselves with various tasks, very much like his segments; conducting research, carrying on duties that is now extended to them, and do all the things that Zandik's segments couldn't, and wouldn't personally do, such as interacting with other Harbingers and Fatuis when it comes to proper business meetings that needed a representative in Il Dottore's name.

The respective ages of his segments clings to yours like incessant pests, always asking for the presence of another of your segment before they proceed with the experiment. And of course, similar to you, they would always indulge in their desires; inevitably dragged into their whims, no matter what it was.

Your segments adored his segments, it was as if they were especially made for them— to calm whatever unwanted thoughts that would creep into their minds, let the flames of whatever ails them that lingered, vanish into smoke, as they hold them in their arms and make them feel the love they all so crave from you.

And Zandik wasn't exactly spared from their affections.

They all so adore Zandik, whether it was his segments, or the original. Gathered around his bed, laying and taking up every spot as they coo and reach for his body, touching every inch of his skin and pressing loving kisses. They touch, hold, and cling onto him at every given opportunity, tracing your lips to places where they know is most sensitive, and pleasing for Zandik, massaging him at areas they know that aches the most, lending him warmth from their loving, artificial bodies, in the unforgiving, harsh coldness of the palace.

It doesn't matter if it was wrinkled or scarred from various experiments and surgeries, jagged lines, and patterned neatly, records of past tests, yet they'd all hold the same loving gaze that he has grown to yearn. It was almost laughable how they'd always magnetize towards him, grabbing his arm and taking his cane away, letting him lean the weight of his body onto theirs and walking with him no matter how the long distance he wanted to go.

They'd trail behind him like lost puppies, vying for his attention, pulling him away from his most important work. It was unfathomably distracting, yet he could not resist it— those alluring voices that would put his mind in an endless trance, listening to whatever they have to say as they— because how could he not? It was just another version of you, of course he has to listen.

How impossible, he'd think when he sits on his office desk, with your segments surrounding him, doing whatever they pleased with him, lingering for as long as they wished to. But it was always so difficult to refuse their love, not when he was drowning in happiness only a mortal could wish to obtain.

Pampered, loved, and treated as if he was treasure, and not merely an old man that was dancing at the thin line of life and death.

"They're hogging you so much," It was just another day in his office, where you'd pout and cross your arms as soon as you walked in, eyeing your segments, who were all kissing his skin despite the massive pile of papers on his desk. Waving away your segments dismissively— ordering them to do their jobs, whilst they stuck their tongues out you, cursing you off, but still complying— much to their dismay, "I can barely get you all to myself without them always pawing at you like starving kittens."

Zandik raises a brow at your statement as you begin to wipe off the multitudes of different colored lipstick stains that covered his skin, his skin all flushed and sweaty, with a smug smirk on his lips. That seemed to further infuriate you. "Oh?" He tilts his head when you scowl at the small bruise on his neck, small marks of teeth onto the flesh; the urge to laugh at your expressions growing ever stronger, "The audacity to say such things, when I complain the same when it comes to my segments."

"Hey, it was one time, okay!" You groan as you button his shirt back up, eyes narrowed— your irritation, a rare sight, serving as a delightful form of entertainment to Zandik, "They literally dragged me away, it's not my fault they're all stronger than me. My segments can't be too rough on you, because you'll fall over with just a gust of wind."

Zandik lets out a faint gasp, a hand on his chest as he acts offended at your words, though it was unbearably obvious to you that it was a mere farce, "You wound me, my dear!" Zandik dramatically falls onto the soft cushions of your shared bed, eyes squeezed shut, hair cascading down his shoulders, beautifully so. "Calling me weak and old… After all the things you've said, loving me for who I am now…"

A soft snort comes from you as you take your rightful place beside him, the bed silently creaking as you tucked yourselves under the covers, your arms wrapping around his body, welcoming the warmth that seems to naturally emits from your touch, searing through his skin and into his soul. "Okay, now you're putting words in my mouth." You sigh as you kissed his chin, watching his lips crack into a small smile, "I never said that."

"You might as well have." Zandik says, voice soft, yet his head remained tilted away from your gaze, and he hears you grumble underneath your breath.

Patting and kneading at his skin did not work in your favor, leaving you restless on your bed, with a partner that refuses to even look at you, "Do you want me here, or my segments?"

Zandik paused for a moment, tilting his head as if he was truly contemplating your question. You are unimpressed, patience evidently running thin as the seconds ticked by, much to Zandik's amusement.

"Stop being the center of attention to my segments, then I shall answer you." He finally says, with a lilt of resolution in his voice, as if there was nothing you could do to sway his mind. You pout at this.

"You know I can't do that." Quite literally, you work with them on a daily basis.

Zandik huffs, "Then I cannot answer you."

Whining at his response, you bury your face onto his neck and breathe in his scent, frowning in your untimely defeat, unable to keep up with his act anymore, "Okay, okay! Fine, I'll give you more attention… My heart belongs to you, anyways." You sigh, fingers gripping onto his shirt, letting his hair tickle your nose, and Zandik lips stretched into a mischievous smile.

With his fingers now resting on your shoulder, arms and legs tangled with yours, he hums in content. "Good, and it should stay that way."

It’s a rare day–or night–in the realm where you haven’t been pulled into a trial yet. Your new friend has been in plenty, leaving you to head to the meadow. Thankfully there were a few killers there you were on friendly terms with, so you sat in the dilapidated fields with Anna, Sally, Sadako, Kate, Aestri and strangely enough, Ji-Woon (who has only sparingly spent time with you before). Most of what is discussed is gossip, which it seems Ji-Woon and Sally know a lot of. Everyone is sharing what they know aside from Sadako, who sits quietly but occasionally, you can see her shoulders shake with quiet laughter.

“Philip hears a lot, even when visible.” Sally hums softly when Kate asks her how she knows what she does. “Although, Albert and Caleb aren’t exactly quiet when they are together.” 

“Who would have thought those two would be a thing?” You chuckle softly. 

“That’s what I am wondering. What do they see in each other?” Kate bumps your shoulder as she snickers.

“Albert likes to think he is in control but likes how Caleb takes the reins.” Ji-Woon waves his hand and rolls his eyes before smirking. Everyone laughs again and you try to take subtle glances towards where Caleb–or otherwise known as Deathslinger–was leaning against a tree. You haven’t seen Wesker around but you don’t exactly seek him either. Your eyes trail along the tree line until you see movement and you can't help the creeping smile on your face. Unknown hasn't come out of the forest but you know they watch you.

They are always watching you. If not here, they are lurking in the woods around the campfire. You aren’t sure how long it’s been since you first met them, since time in the Entity’s realm never made any consistent sense, but if you were to guess it probably has been a month or so. They’ve given you little gifts each time; from a homemade mask to a movie poster. You aren’t really sure how they are getting these items, but you like the little trinkets regardless. There is definitely a shift in their behavior too. The Unknown seems clingier and more protective of you as of late.

You decide to sit and chat for a few more minutes until you decide it’s time to check on the Unknown. You get up from the dry, grassy ground with a soft grunt, unaware someone was walking right behind you at that exact moment. You hear what almost sounds like a yelp and then something landing on the ground with a soft ‘thump.’ 

“You imbecile!” Wesker’s voice is clear as day before you manage to turn and face him, swallowing harshly at the glare he is giving you. His signature sunglasses are on the ground and his blazing eyes are locked on you. You can practically see the veins bulging in his neck from how clenched his jaw is.

“Oh, sorry, Wesker. I didn’t see you behind me.” You can’t help but be a little snippy with him. Does he expect you to have eyes on the back of your head? “Perhaps you should watch where you are walking instead.”

Wesker doesn’t respond back with a verbal quip or snarky response. Instead, you hear him growl and raise his arm, the black, tendril-like, uroboros slithering out and around his hand. In a trial you would be terrified, but outside of one you know the Entity doesn’t condone fighting and bloodshed. You don’t back down, but you also don’t try to push it either. Not every killer always cares to adhere to the rules. 

Wesker takes one step forward-

Rapid rustling is heard behind you and you almost assume it’s Anna getting up, but when you briefly glance back you spot the Unknown practically scurrying at you and Wesker at a speed you’ve never seen them move. Tentacles sprout from a toothy maw along their spine, pulling you back so they can stand between you and the other killer. They stand with a sickening snap to their full height and loom over Wesker.

“Don’t…Don’t touch.” They growl out, their form twitching with anger despite the forever smile on their husk’s face. “Do not touch my pet.” 

You swallow harshly as your eyes dart between the two killers. You can practically see Wesker ready to pounce and you can’t miss how the Unknown is twitching, itching to protect you. You’re almost certain the two will pounce on each other, but a soft ‘tsk’ from the blond and the flick of his wrist to hide his uroboros tells you there will be no fight. Wesker doesn’t reply. He grabs his sunglasses, glares at the both of you, and stalks off towards where Caleb is, the cowboys ghostly eyes watching everything.

“Unknown-” You don’t finish your sentence as they turn and pull you into their mangled arms, their hand awkwardly patting your head. You can hear the hushed whispers from your little group but you don’t get to try and hush them. You’re lifted off your feet before you’re able to do anything and taken into the forest. You don’t put up a fight but you are curious.

The Unknown stops beneath a large, dilapidated tree and practically plops down with you in their lap. Their twisted hand continues to pet and stroke your head, keeping their other arm wrapped around you.

“Uh…thank you for stepping in.” You murmur, unsure what else to say right now. “You can let me go now. I think I am safe from Wesker.”

But it's clear the Unknown doesn’t want to let you go. Their arm lowers a little and wraps more firmly around your waist, pressing you against their form. You hear a croon come from within their husk while their hand stops petting your head and moves to grip the back of your neck.

“My…You…You are mine.” His hand lets go of your neck and resumes petting you.

You freeze and for the first time since you’ve met and spent time with the Unknown, you feel butterflies in your stomach for the briefest of  moments.

—

You appear back at the survivor camp with a pained groan, curled up on your side. Facing the Hag was always rough, but it feels especially brutal when she kills you by hand over hooking you. No matter how many times you go through your ‘death’ here, it still greatly pains you. You clutch at your stomach and you nearly cry at feeling the residual sensation of being torn open. 

“Jesus.” Jeff’s gruff voice cuts through the crackles from the fire and you feel his firm hands help hoist you up. You lean most your weight against him as he guides you both to the log to rest against.

“Fuck this place.” You groan and feel like you’re going to puke. You settle on the dirt-covered ground with your friend and immediately curl into him.

“I got you. It’s okay.” He murmurs to you as his hand comfortingly rubs circles on your back. “That good?”

“Went against the Hag. I…Fuck this hurts. Why couldn’t she just hook me?” You let yourself rest your head against Jeff with a huff. The pain in your neck and abdomen hurt like hell but already you can feel the pain start to dull. “Rhetorical question. I would be in pain regardless.”

“Hey, at least it’s over now. Just rest as long as you need to.” Jeff, always the comfort to you.

You weren’t sure why, out of all the survivors, you gravitated to him the most. You got along well with most of the others, save for a few that you simply don’t click with. But you suppose it’s because Jeff was the first to bring you over to the fire when you arrived in the realm and took the time to explain what he could while you were bordering on a panic attack. Physical comfort between you two just came natural after facing countless trials. And it’s purely platonic too. It’s just a way to cope while facing the repeating death and decay of the realm.

Slowly but surely the antagonizing pain mellows to a dull ache. You’re no longer tense and you don’t feel yourself shaking. You haven’t moved much from Jeff’s side either; his soothing back rubs and soft words keep your mind focused on recovering.

You only shift a little when you feel the familiar, creeping feeling of being watched. It’s not in the way Michael or Ghostface do it, but in a way that is oddly comforting. You turn your head away from Jeff as he speaks to others that have joined you both and can see the faint shadow of the Unknown watching you. They’re merely a shadow, keeping back from the treeline to not be seen by the other survivors. 

“I think I’m going to take a walk.” You murmur to Jeff and slowly pull away from him to stand.

“You doing alright? Need me to help?” He asks as he tilts his head up to look at your face.

You offer a smile, “I’m fine. I’m starting to hurt from sitting too long.”

He gives you a nod and one last worrying look before you start to walk at a leisurely pace. You pass the threshold of the clearing and forest, and walk deeper until you spot them. They are slightly hunched and twitching more than usual; a sign that you’ve come to learn means they’re upset. When one of your feet crunches a stick and some dried leaves, their head snaps towards your direction.

“P-Pet.” They whisper out and stand a little straighter as you approach…a little more tense than usual.

“Unknown?” Your brows furrow as you stop right before their form. “Is something wrong? You seem upset.”

“Up…Upset.” They repeat the word. “Beard…man. Why does he-he touch…you?”

“Beard man touching me… Oh, you mean Jeff.”

They don’t respond other than what you assume is a nod.

“We were just cuddling.” You shrug your shoulders, unsure how to answer their question. “We’ve always just gravitated to each other and found comfort in hugs and what not.”

Once again, the Unknown doesn’t respond and their smiling, blank face just stares at you. You swallow thickly and shift in your spot, until they suddenly dip their head down right in front of your face. You almost yelp at the sudden movement as their unblinking, empty eye sockets gaze uncomfortably on you.

Their head leans in further and tilts to one side of your face, twitching, before moving to the other. “Smell. You smell…”

You can’t help but scoff. “I probably do. It’s not like there are showers here-”

“Like…Him-Jeff.” 

“Unknown…” You blink, owlishly. “Are you jealous? Can you even get jealous?”

“Jealous?” They repeat the word, your voice mixed in with their layered voice. “Do…Don’t know this word.”

“It means you’re upset  that I am close with Jeff for some reason.”

“Yes…Upset.”

“Why?” 

“You are mine.” Their words, despite how distorted and monstrous their voice is, are the clearest you’ve ever heard from the Unknown. It sends a shiver down your spine and yet, heat to your face all the same. Their hands grab at you and pull you against their twitching body and faintly, you can hear growls coming within them.

Their head slumps forward and the Unknown practically drapes its neck against the top of your head. You hear the sound of skin splitting and in the corner of your eye you see one of their red and almost slimy tendrils approach you. The appendage pauses for a moment before it rubs against your cheek, rubbing and twitching against your skin. You can’t help the gasp that leaves you. The tip barely brushes against the corner of your lips before the tendril trails down to caress your neck. If you weren’t flushed before, you definitely are now.

“Pet…smells like-like me…now.”

It is silent for a moment before you find the will to speak. “You’re going to have to start calling me by my name at some point, you know.”

“No, pet.” Their voice is surprisingly firm and it makes you chuckle softly. You don’t put up an argument this time. It’s clear that for some reason, they felt jealous of Jeff…and strangely you like it. 

You accept your fate as the Unknown’s tendril continues to practically lap at your neck, and next thing you know, a second one appears and now both sides of your neck and face are being thoroughly licked and scented. The feeling is off putting yet oddly comforting too. Your hands move and grip the torn, white shirt their form has and you swear you can hear them purring.

It is no secret that killers have their favorites in the foggy realm. When you first joined your fellow survivors warned you that a killer could pick you, and that could either be favorable or a down right nightmare. You've witnessed first hand in the trials such treatment: from the Doctor almost always letting Feng Min go; the Huntress going easier on the women; how Michael Myers will seek out Laurie to kill her; all the killers seem to despise Ashe for some reason; or how Wesker will focus on getting Chris, either out of bloodlust or something else.

And outside the trials too, in the dilapidated village and meadow near the campfire, killers and survivors can mingle if they so choose. For some reason the Entity–who you've been told is the spider-like legs that brought everyone here–doesn't seem to care what happens outside the trials as long as no one hurts the other too gravely. So, you've gotten a chance to somewhat interact with killers outside of being chased and hooked, and get to see some of the tenuous friendships, or understandings, forged. You can’t quite wrap your head around befriending the killers, but Sally, Philip, and Anna (whose names you learned outside the trials) seem nice enough to where you’re comfortable interacting with them in that meadow.

No killer has seemingly decided to favor you inside the trials and you weren’t sure if you were grateful for that or not…until they joined the realm.

Well, you aren't really sure what they are, per se. They may have a human man's form, but it's clear by how twisted they look or the tentacles emerge from their back that they are something else. They're probably something the human mind can't comprehend. Their voice is layered and stuttery, and honestly, the give everyone the creeps.

And yet, when you both came in contact with each other in their first trial in the rainy Red Forest, they stopped and their form twitched violently. You remember them uttering one single word: you.

Ever since then, they haven't harmed you. The Unknown actively avoids hitting you, opting to just follow you around unless someone gets close to you…then they chase them. You suppose you can be grateful for the fact they never hook or kill you, giving you somewhat of a break. Although, you can’t help but also feel guilty that your teammates get the brunt of their damage if they so much as look your way.

You're not sure what to do or to say, and you've never really seen them outside the trials either. It's clear whatever the Unknown is understands human speech and attempts to replicate it. They've tried speaking to you but nothing much comes out of it other than them asking for you to stay near them in the trials you both are in. But what do they want then? 

You groan as you wake up near the crackling fire, feeling like you always did when you're sacrificed: sore and in pain. You were the first–and hopefully the only–one killed by the Clown and despite the pain you feel from the hooks, the Entity's claws, and those pink gas clouds of his, you're just glad he didn't straight up kill you and take your finger like he has before.

“I got you, I got you.” You hear a soft voice whisper as large hands help you up. You give Jeff a strained, but grateful smile as he assists you to your feet.

“Does it ever get better?” You ask with a weak chuckle, knowing the answer he'll give.

Jeff laughs back as he guides you to the logs around the fire. He lets you slump against his form as you both sit down and lay against the wood. “I wish I could say yes, but…”

“I know.” You huff and see movement in your peripheral. Both Quentin and Zarina have returned from the same trial as you. “You guys make it?”

“Yeah, sorry we couldn't get you in time.” The younger male gives you a guilty look which you wave off. 

“Don’t worry about it…where's Ashe?” 

“He wants to find hatch and rub it in.” Zarina says with a roll of her eyes before she sits across from you on the other side of the fire. Before anyone could say anything else, Ashe's boisterous laugh fills the clearing.

“I got the hatch!” He grins and takes a seat next to you. He bumps your shoulder gently as you stay leaning against Jeff. “Sorry I couldn't save you, sugar, but your sacrifice did not go in vain.”

“It's okay. Glad you three got out.” You sigh, feeling a little better as the time passes. You suppose you could be thankful the lingering pain doesn't last for too long. The remnants of pain grew tolerable as you relaxed, staring at the fire. You miss your home and family dearly, but you're glad you've created something of a family here with your fellow survivors. 

A few more bodies join the campfire, some looking in pain from being sacrificed while others appear fine. You've gotten to the point where the aches are barely present and you no longer feel the need to rest against Jeff's shoulder. Some people chatted about trials and others talked about their lives before the Entity claimed them. You pick on a few of them wanting to head to the meadow and you decide to join them.

“Are you sure you're good to go? Need any help?” Jeff asks softly while you move to stand.

“Nah, I'm feeling better. Some walking will do me good.” You smile at his kindness and stand with a stretch and low groan. It's true you wanted to walk around; it gets boring after a while just staring at the never-ending campfire. But also, you did want to speak with a few of the killers you liked. You were bridging the language barriers with Rin and Anna, and Sally grew on you outside the trials. 

You linger towards the back of the small group of survivors. It's only a five minute walk to the desolate village and meadow, and your group arrived in no time. You didn't see Rin despite the Oni–who apparently is her ancestor–sitting at his usual spot, nor did you see Anna. 

They must be in trials. 

You did spot Sally, so you break away from the splitting survivor group and approach her. Her head perks up a little when she spots you. Despite her rather gaunt appearance without her usual hood, she is a beautiful woman. Her eyes meet yours before she smiles your way.

“Hello again.” She rasps, her head tilting slightly as her unblinking eyes watch you approach. 

“Hey, Sally.” You instinctively go to ask how she is doing, but you've learned not to ask that of killers and they don't ask you. It leads to an awkward conversation about killing and being killed. “Philip is busy?”

“Oh yes, he is away.” She sounds woeful as she looks out at the other killers. “I do hope I see him soon. We've been pulled in so many times lately.” 

“I was hoping to see him and get to know him more. He's so shy.” You chuckle and so does Sally. 

“That is my Philip, always so shy yet so lovely too.” If she could blush, you assume she would be by the way she cups her own cheek with her palm and how she looks away from you. “The other day he…”

Her voice trails off, making you furrow your brows.

“That is strange.” She murmurs.

“What’s wrong, Sally?”

“Oh, it's just…” She stares before looking at you again. “They've never come here before.” 

You slowly follow where  she was once looking and freeze. In the tree line, nearly obscured by the darkness and thick fog, stands the Unknown. Despite them not appearing to have eyes, you can just feel that their stare is on you. You swallow thickly. They're not moving save the occasional twitching of their form. You feel Sally place a hand on your shoulder, tearing your gaze away from them.

“Are you alright? Do I need to get Kazan or Tarhos?” She offers. “Or perhaps Portia and Snug?”

“No, they won't hurt me…At least, I don't think they will.” 

Unknown raises their twisted hand as their head tilts to the side. Their mouth doesn't quite open like a human's would but you still hear their distorted voice all the same, “Come-Come…here.” 

“I was not expecting that, to be honest.” You mumble and you can see their arm twitching a little, like they're trying to beckon you over. You're half-inclined to go over to them and half-tempted to go back to the campfire. You slowly inhale, hold it, then exhale. “I'm going to see what they want.”

“Be careful. Even they give a lot of us the creeps.” Sally whispers before you walk towards the Unknown. You swear their head perks up a little when you get closer and you feel like your stomach is doing barrel rolls inside you. You cross the threshold of the meadow and forest, and before you know it, you're right before them. You have to slightly tilt your head back to look at their face, their height practically towering over you.

“Hell…Hello.” You barely see their teeth move when their voice comes out; their face is stuck in that forever grin. 

“Um, hey.” You cringe a little at your awkwardness but how else does one greet and talk to an otherworldly being poorly disguised as a human? You take another deep breath in before speaking again, “I don’t mean to sound rude, but what…what do you want? Why do you follow me in trials?”

“Tr…Trials…” You swear you hear your own voice mixed with their voice and it is a little unsettling.

“Yes, the trials. You follow me and you don’t harm me despite it being what the Entity wants.”

“Entity.” You feel like this conversation won’t go anywhere, but then they surprise you. “Yo-You…Me. Pet. You’re my…my pet.” 

“...What?”

“My pet!” They sounded genuinely happy as their head tilts to the side. Their arm moves in a jerky motion towards you, their fist nearly hitting you. You stumble backwards and nearly fall onto your ass. In their clutched hand are crudely picked flowers likely from the meadow behind you. Most look withered and decayed but they hold them out proudly for you. “These are…are for you!” 

“Oh.” You blink and stare at the makeshift bouquet and then back to their face. You tentatively reach out and hold your hand out for him, facing your palm towards the obscured sky. A trill escapes the Unknown as they drop the flowers into your hand before pulling away. 

“Do…you like them?”

“They’re nice.” You smile as you look at the bouquet. It truly isn’t that nice, but it is the Entity’s realm and it’s really the thought that counts. “I like them. Thank you.”

“Happy. You’re smile…it’s nice.” 

Your smile widens at the compliment and you try to be polite back, “And I think yours is nice too.”

Another happy trill leaves them and their body unsettingly twitches. Their hand jerks out again and you attempt to not flinch back again. Their hand plops onto the top of your head before they start patting you. “Pet…Tha-Thank you. Good, pet. Good, little pet.”

“I’m almost wondering if you mean friend.” You chuckle. You see them tilt their head to the side and the patting stops for a moment. It was like they were confused. “You know, like someone you like and trust. Someone you want to be around.”

“Someone…you want to-to be around.” They repeat your words and once again you swear you hear your voice in the mix of voices.“Yes.”

“Then you want to be my friend?”

“Yes.” This conversation is not going where you assumed it would. You find yourself appreciating the efforts they have taken and it makes you a little more curious about them. 

“Still pet to me-me. Though…”

You chuckle again. “We will work on that.”

“What…What did you just do…? That noise.” 

“It’s called laughter. It means a lot of different things, but I am mostly just amused and a little bit happy.”

“Did I make you…you happy?” 

You suppose they have made you happy with the little gift and letting you know they simply wanted to be your friend. “Yeah, you did.”

“Good. I want to make…you happy, little pet.”

“That isn’t my name, you know.” You shake your head and tell them your name, to which they repeated. “But I hope I make you happy too then.”

“You…will.” The way their voice sounded and how they almost leaned towards you sounded a little cryptic. They resume petting your head for a few moments before slinking their hand away from you. You’re about to ask what they meant but you hear a familiar, low rumble above you.

Glancing up, you can see darkening clouds before the tips of the Entity’s claws emerge: another trial is starting and it looks like you’re going back into the fog. You grimace and you can hear the Unknown make an upset noise at your expression.

“I’ll see you again soon, okay?”

“Okay.” The reply as the claws get closer and closer to you. “Bye bye… little pet.”

GRACE ASHCROFT post-canon, are you married? are you just dating? who knows, workaholic grace, aeon mentioned.

Working in the FBI, you knew that date nights were going to be practically impossible. You'd accepted that fact, making plans with Grace when you both had time off. Though, your girlfriend was a bit of a workaholic, always glued to her laptop and doing stuff even when it's supposed to be her day off.

It was charming, and you were more than happy to just lounge in bed all day with her while she worked. It wasn't your typical romantic date, but you were okay with it.

And then she came home with a child. You do not know where this child came from, but her name was Emily, and Grace insisted that you guys adopt her. Emily seemed sweet, and you had such a hard time telling Grace no.

With a daughter, date nights became nonexistent. It's not Emily's fault, and it's not Grace's fault, either.

It just naturally came to be that way, with Emily eager to be included in everything the two of you did. She struggled to make friends, and you didn't want her feeling left out just because you wanted to spend time with your... girlfriend? Wife? You're not entirely sure what you guys are, actually.

Besides, Emily was a delight to be around. She brought a new life to your relationship with Grace, and you'd really started to feel like a family.

But Emily was very much aware of how you wanted to spend a little alone time with Grace. She knows you would never exclude her, which is why she suddenly asked if she could stay with Leon for the weekend.

"He's all sad and mopey because Ada is busy with work, so I'm gonna have him take me to the amusement park and force him to have fun." She had said, a sheer look of determination on her face, "So you gotta make sure mom has fun, too."

You make a mental note to buy her those books she'd been saving up for with her allowance.

With your daughter away for the weekend, the only thing you had to worry about was getting Grace away from work long enough to actually go on a date. You'd thought it'd be a bit difficult, but turns out all you had to do was tell her you wanted to take her out on a date and she was suddenly putting her laptop away.

It wasn't anything fancy like dinner at a nice restaurant or some kind of amusement park. Just a simple walk in the local park, and some ice cream from the new shop that opened in town.

But god, it's the best date you've ever been on.

THE TRICKSTER pre-fog, songwriter!reader, jiwoon mildly slanders yunjin im so sorry, mentions of murder,

Dating Jiwoon was really odd. Your relationship wasn't publicly announced, but neither of you ever bothered hiding it, either. Jiwoon loved showing you off, always including you in posts on his socials, mentioning times you two have spent together in interviews...

Most of the attention that came from dating Jiwoon was surprisingly positive.

His fans seemed happy that he found someone, with many of them gushing over the photos that he posts. There are some who send death threats, and some who try to slander your name in any way they can but... you try your best to ignore those types of people. They're just a loud minority, and you've noticed that they tend to disappear of the internet for whatever reason.

The only issue with your relationship was... well, the lack of time you actually get to spend with him. Sure, you got to work with him, being a songwriter and all, but that wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to go out with him, to talk to him outside of song making.

And with him being an idol, that was far easier said than done. If he wasn't in the studio making music, he was off performing, or hosting some variety show, or going out in the dead of night to practice. You knew that spending time together would be difficult, and you were ready to put effort into making things work, but god... it still sucks.

The last date you went on was shortly before the new year, and it had been cut short because some of his fans spotted the two of you and it caused this whole commotion.

You'd honestly come to accept that you probably won't be going on a date with him again until the holidays, so you were a bit surprised when Jiwoon showed up at your place in the middle of the day.

He's supposed to be working, you were well aware of that. Yunjin had even sent you a text telling you to send him off if he showed up at your place, talking about how he needed to be focused on his next comeback.

"Yunjin needs to get a life," Jiwoon had mumbled during the drive to the restaurant he'd apparently booked. You're not entirely sure why Jiwoon hates Yunjin so much, considering she's the one who made him an idol, but... you think it's best to not ask.

Instead, you're going to focus on the fact that Jiwoon had planned a surprise lunch date. It gets your heart racing, knowing that he seemingly missed you as much as you missed him.

"You could've waited until you finished the album, y'know," You comment, absently staring at the way your fingers are interlocked with his before glancing out the window of the car.

His face scrunches up a bit, like the mere idea of waiting got on his nerves, "If I wait another day to spend time with you, I'll kill someone."

You're fairly certain that's a joke, even though he's always so serious when he says it. He makes comments like that often, so you have to assume he's just got a morbid sense of humor.

"Mm, that would be awful," You hum, a small smile on your face, "Guess I gotta stick by your side to make sure that doesn't happen."

And there's this small smile on Jiwoon's face at your words.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE canon, very clingy brahms, maybe ooc?? i havent watched the movie in a few years.

Given the fact that you lived with Brahms' fulltime, you wouldn't think it'd be difficult to spend time with him. Brahms thinks so too, expecting to be able to cling to your side all day.

But you're the only person in the home to take care of everything. He refuses to let anyone else even get near, except for the guy who delivers groceries. And even he's on thin ice, with the way he boldly flirts with you.

Your days are busy taking care of the home. You make breakfast for both you and Brahms, and then spend a good portion of your day just cleaning the place up. You dust, you empty out traps, you've even taken to tending to the bushes and garden because they've gotten a bit out of hand.

By the time you actually have time to spare, it's basically the end of the day and you just make him dinner and send him off to bed with a quick kiss. Brahms hates it. He hates how you're depriving him of your attention.

You wake up early in the morning to the borderline suffocating feeling of arms tightly wrapped around you, keeping you pressed up against Brahms. His face is buried in your shoulder, his fingers digging into your skin like he's terrified you'll disappear if he loosens his grip.

This isn't the first time you've woken up to him in your bed, and you seriously doubt it'll be the last.

"Brahms," Your murmur, voice thick with sleep as you run your fingers through his hair, hoping it'll wake him up, "C'mon, baby, you gotta let me go."

Brahms just clings to you harder, if that's even possible. He presses himself against you until you're not entirely sure where you end and he begins, keeping you trapped against him as he murmurs quietly against your skin, "No."

His voice lacked the usual child-like pitch, just a deep rumble as he clings to you. You can't help but sigh just a bit. It's not like you had a lot of stuff planned today. Maybe a quick check around the place to make sure it was clean, and to check the rat traps. You couldn't do anything stuck in bed like this, though.

"Brahms," You repeat, tone taking on a bit of a firm note, hoping that maybe he'll let you go.

But the man was stubborn, and there's no way he was going to let you go. You've deprived him of your attention for days, and he's just taking what you owe him. Just shut up and deal with it.

So for the first few hours of the day, you were trapped in bed. He only lets you out when you start complaining about being hungry, but even then he's clinging to you in the kitchen. He's not going to give you a single chance to slip away from him, no matter how hard you might try.

SEPHIROTH pre-crisis with some vague canon, secret relationships, zack fair is the wingman of all time.

You'd always expected that dating Sephiroth would be difficult. He was Midgar's most wanted bachelor, and you doubt Shinra would ever let that man date anybody, not when they made money off of the idea of being able to date him.

You never thought you'd be the one to end up dating Sephiroth. An odd occurrence of coincidences led to your relationship with the man, and you both thought it would be best to keep it a secret. Nobody knows, except for one single man.

Zack Fair. And the only reason Zack knew is because he put context clues together. Context clues that nobody else has noticed, thankfully. Not even Genesis has noticed, which is just a little shocking.

Going on dates with Sephiroth was, unfortunately, impossible. He's the most recognized man on the planet, and disguising him was pointless because there's always one person who manages to see through it. The risk of being recognized stressed him out, and he hated the attention he got, so you just... never went out on dates.

It's something you would love to do, really, but at the end of the day, you're just happy to be able to date the man. Spending time with him, even if it's just sneaking quick kisses in the empty staircase of Shinra HQ, was more than enough for you.

Zack thought differently. He saw the way you and Sephiroth would stare at each other, and he just knew you two needed some alone time. It's how he ended up cooking up a plan. That plan involved hunting down a small restaurant, one that not many people know about.

And then he had to swear the owners of the place to secrecy, going as far as to promise to work there for the remainder of the year to bring some attention to the place. When he secured the restaurant, he then came up with different plans to keep Angeal and Genesis busy so they wouldn't question why Sephiroth wasn't around.

When everything was perfect, he cornered you, and told you that you and Sephiroth were going out on a date. You could barely get a word in before he was dragging you along. One minute, you were in Shinra HQ. The next, you and your boyfriend had miraculously ended up in a cozy restaurant without anyone noticing.

You don't know how Zack did all of this. You don't know why he'd go out of his way to do this, but you're incredibly grateful.

Sephiroth, though a bit awkward, was just as happy to be on this date with you. There's this small smile on his face as he speaks to you, his gaze never once straying from you for too long. You were the center of the universe, and he'd been dreaming about going on a date with you like this since you first started dating.

Naturally, he gave credit where credit was due, but remained unchanged. When logic and research had failed, you quickly switched to the next plan - smothering him with affection and sometimes sweet treats for the foreseeable future. It had been going on for a while now, and the segments were well aware too. After all, they were the ones who saw as you made the Harbinger late to experiments as you clung to him tightly, and he practically had to peel you off. This was one such case.

“Prime, you’re late,” a grumpy voice scoffed and echoed through the segments’ shared hive mind. “Again,” Beta decided to add.

“I’m on my way.”

“Let me guess, [Name] held you up again?” Sigma seemed more entertained than annoyed by the situation.

“They never let go once they truly want something. You know how they are.” Alpha mentioned, knowing very well of your dedication as a student.

“They will learn soon enough,” Prime Dottore sighed at the concept of marriage turning you into this. (But he still did appreciate the baked goods you left as offerings, and though they did little to sway him to your side, it did make him reaffirm his love for you.)

“I suppose-”

“Why don’t you want to marry them?!” A sudden, childish voice interrupted the conversation as if he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore.

“… Why is the brat linked to this conversation?”

“Anyone else would be so happy to marry someone like [Name]! I just don’t understand why you’d say no. You’re making them sad,” Zandy blurted out all at once. The little boy was quite sensitive to your feelings and didn’t know how else to make you feel better other than trying to change Prime’s mind, even if he was a bit scared. At this, the hive-mind was silent for a few moments before someone else spoke.

“You’re right,” Omega, who had been listening in without speaking (as he usually did), finally piped in, having come up with a plan that made a wicked and pleased smile appear on his face. “The poor thing moping around all day does not suit them.” The lack of response from the others signaled agreement, which only made his ever-growing smirk wider. 

“Say, Prime,” the tone of voice of his arrogant segment made Dottore know that Omega was up to no good, “since you don’t see the purpose in marrying them, why don’t I do it?”

Though the hive-mind was quiet before, now it was dead silent, all awaiting Prime’s response.

Logically speaking, seeing how Dottore had little interest in marriage, believing it to be a waste of time, the clone’s suggestion shouldn’t have bothered him. But the reality was it did - it made him feel… annoyed? The mere thought of such a thing happening left a bad taste in Prime’s mouth, and he had to shut it down, even if he sounded unreasonable.

“No. You, none of you,” Dottore had to clarify before any of his other segments got the wrong idea, “are doing such a thing,” the scholar said without hesitation.

“Oh? But I don’t need to do anything. I only need to bring up the idea to [Name], even if it’s for the briefest moment, and they would take care of everything on the spot. I wouldn’t need to lift a finger. And then surely you wouldn’t forbid something that makes them happy?” The segment sounded rather confident in his idea. And yet before Dottore could come up with an apt response, he was saved by bickering.

“That’s well and all, but why would they say yes to you of all people?” 

Omega’s smile was slightly dented by the interruption of his other selves, but he refused to engage in pointless discussion.

“If anything, I believe I’d be a more suitable candidate,” another one said.

“None of you even know how to treat them properly.”

“Oh, and you do?”

“...” The poor child wondered if he had made matters worse.

“That’s enough,” Prime Dottore finally snapped, which made the argument in his mind cease. “No one is to speak of this anymore.” And with that and some grumbling, the topic of marrying you was dropped (for now).

As headache-inducing as that conversation was, it provided some insight for Zandik. He supposed marriage carried more weight on his heart than he believed, seeing that he disliked the idea of another one of his selves laying such a claim on you that he didn’t possess. Not to mention, initially, the scholar thought that this would be one of those things you get bored with and eventually forget about, but seeing how persistent you continued to be, that may not be the case.

And so, after some more pondering on his own, some more poking from you, and some lingering looks from the other segments, Zandik let go of his previous views and decided to entertain your desire for marriage. Even though he knew you didn’t care much for all the formalities and extravagance, now that he was actually going to go ahead with this, he might as well put effort into it. It was something you really wanted, after all.

The first step was to procure two rings. Usually, that would be an expensive endeavor, but the scholar was intelligent with both his mind and hands. The first one was a simple one, embedded with only the finest Noctilucous Jade that he had in his lab. He figured you’d enjoy the blue color. 

But the actual wedding ring showed more of his unconventionality. Welding parts from the machines he once was obsessed with - machines that brought him closer together with you when he was a student - he shaped the metal into the perfect band, not before putting a smaller, glowing core of a Ruin Guard in the middle. It was very Dottore-like and therefore perfect for you.

Now, Dottore had to move on to the other parts. If he really wanted it to be grand, he would have taken you to Sumeru for two or three days, but unfortunately, time and work did not allow that on such quick notice. Perhaps he should keep it simple instead? After all, he had not told you that he’d accepted your request for marriage, deciding to keep it a surprise, and so you’ve still been hovering around him with pleading eyes. If he acted any differently, it would surely catch your inquisitive eye. Yes, that would do. Lowering your guard and waiting for the right moment to strike would be most efficient and produce the most amusing reaction out of you.

It finally happened one night when you were cuddling with Dottore in his room. It was a much-needed moment of respite for both of you. You were cutely curled up into him, stealing his warmth as his fingers ran along your sides while you made a noise of comfort. This was the perfect time to pop the (silly) question.

Bringing you into a kiss, the scholar masterfully captured your lips, drawing all your attention to him. You didn’t even notice when he slipped the band down your finger, but for the next few minutes, you had a feeling something was up from the look he was giving you.

“… What?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the mischievous glint in his red eyes.

“Nothing, darling,” he even smiled, thumbing your lips, which only made you more suspicious.

“You’re up to something,” you observed.

“Am I?” You only huffed at his response as you raised your hand to stroke his cheek, loving the sensation of his bare skin… until you realized the cool sensation that rubbed against him with you. You blinked once, and then twice, and on the third blink, you nearly jumped out of bed at the glimmering ring around your finger.

“I-, Zandik, is this what… what I think it is?!” Before you could examine it further, your lover took hold of your hand and pressed a kiss to it.

“I have been thinking about your desire for a while,” Dottore began. “I suppose that I have to experience marriage for myself to draw a proper personal conclusion instead of relying on external information. But furthermore… it is… very obvious how much this excites you. And if it truly makes you happy, I’ll play along for you. So, you’ve won me over this time. Let us get married.” Even without the segments, a part of him knew he’d give in anyway, your emotionally charged words persuading him more than logic in the end. You always had a knack for that, ever since the two of you were young.

The look on your face was adorable - wide eyes and parted lips, trying to find the proper words to respond to his proposal.

“R-Really…? You’ll get married to me and stay with me forever and ever?”

“I already planned to do the latter, but that is correct.”

“Awwww, I love you soooo much, Zandik!” You practically launched yourself into your life’s partner and squeezed him tight. “I can’t wait! Trust me, you’re going to end up loving it!!”

“Well then, I still expect to be regularly updated on the results of your experiment.”

“I guarantee you that they’ll be one of the most successful ones you’ve ever heard!”

(According to some reliable sources [see The Fatui’s Handbook - Lord Dottore Edition], on occasion, [Name] can be seen wearing a grand total of nine rings on their fingers for some reason  - but the one on their ring finger never leaves.)

“Awww, Zandik! Did you make this for me? Ah, this must have taken ages! And how did you know this would be something I would like? Ooooh, look at this part!”

“It’s nothing noteworthy,” he cleared his throat and tried to ignore how attentive you were. Somehow, you had managed to always see him.

Of course, his habit had followed him into his later years, although his gifts were now far more impressive (and he no longer sounded like that around you).

You tell him he’s never gifted you flowers like any other lover would. He thinks it’s a rather boring gift, but gives in anyway. The only thing is that instead of simply handing you a bouquet like a regular person, you wake up to a few flower pots, each with a new breed of flower that you’re sure you haven’t seen before, along with a note asking you to select which you prefer. He then has Sigma mass cultivate them in the lab’s greenhouse so that whenever you want flowers, you can simply go and pick his labor of love. Truly so romantic and efficient, it makes you giggle.

You asked him if you could have a pet. He gives you some kind of never-before-seen creature that he conjured up in his lab, is definitely not a regular pet, probably feral, maybe has some secret powers (the last part is purely your theory, to which the Harbinger says is completely wrong). Now, one may ask, how is this romantic if he hates the damn thing and would rather throw it out, clicking his tongue whenever you fawn over it? But there is the answer - he’ll put himself at a disadvantage if it means making you this happy, and to you, that’s romantic.

Dottore’s gifts usually manage to surprise you because they come out of nowhere. You can mention something passively once, forget about it, and one day it appears in front of you. It can be hard to predict him, as oftentimes he seems to think your ideal gifts have no real value, but then he goes and makes it for you anyway. Questioning the scholar will just lead to him casually saying it was a side project in his free time.

Although Dottore seems to have a harsh exterior, he is not averse to praise, as many may think. He uses it sparingly, but that just means that when he praises you, he truly means it, and you are no exception.

“Excellent work. I see that you haven’t dulled in the slightest… not with your mind or smart mouth.”

“You look lovely. Were it up to me, I’d be the only person you could look like that in front of.”

But though praises fall from his lips with ease, when it comes to comforting you, he’s not as flawless. He hesitates and pauses, genuinely not wanting to upset you further, knowing he is a less-than-gentle man, but Zandik tries for you.

“I can see very well that you are trying every day. But you should know that you do not need to do so in front of me… Yes, I mean that. If you think I would ever scorn you of all people, then there must be a failure on my end. Now, come here.”

“Stay here, rest, and tell me if you need anything. No, there is no reason to be ashamed. I am your partner, and I will make sure you are taken care of.”

Something about Dottore is that he doesn’t see his own words and gestures as romantic. He merely sees it as the way to properly treat you. It is nothing special or deserving of any fancy title. Romantic? If you see it that way, he won’t stop you, but he doesn’t really care about it. If anything, how “romantic” he is, is copied from how you used to treat him back at the Akademiya. He is reciprocating the words you once soothed him with, in his own way.

Though his title was given to him ironically, after hundreds of years pursuing his goals, Dottore has gained a great amount of genuine medical knowledge. And with that information, you already know that he’s somehow going to know exactly what’s wrong with you when you’re not feeling your best. This is one thing he always does for you - look out for your health. Even when you two don’t spend much time together, he will suddenly appear, diagnose you, and properly give you treatment before disappearing again (and visiting from time to time). Although it may not seem like much, these little acts of service make it so you don’t push yourself past the brink, and you have someone who’ll actually listen to your symptoms. For someone as busy as the Harbinger, keeping such a watchful eye on you is impressive, and even romantic.

“Ugh… how did you know this would happen?”

“You haven’t been as excited to bother any of us as of late. I’ve also noticed you’ve been retiring to bed earlier than usual, and yet your energy hasn’t returned. Your eyes are far off. I had your favorite meal prepared, and you didn’t finish it. And for once, you’re wincing at the bickering of the segments instead of laughing.”

“And now my next question is, how do you know all of that…?”

“You can theorize about that after you’re better.”

To be more specific, his traits as a scholar naturally bleed into the relationship. Being observant of you is his way of showing affection. Dottore loves watching you. He loves watching every part of you. He loves predicting the way you’d change when something about something that makes you happy or grumpy, and silently chuckling when he gets it right. In fact, when he wants to tease you, he calls you out on it.

His way of affection is learning everything about you, and his end goal is finally doing so, but he knows that this experiment would never end because you always continue to fascinate and excite him. He can observe you for another four hundred years and compile all of those records in detail, and still find the urge to watch you. It’s one of the reasons why even though you two may not always have much time together, he is never bored. You find it romantic and embarrassing.

“You know, if you’re going to stare at me that much, you might as well come over here and show me what you like so much.”

“Oh? Since you’re asking me so kindly, I may as well take you up on your offer. After all, there are only certain things I can see on you if I touch you.”

Dottore doesn’t shy away from your affections. He was especially touch-starved back in the Akademiya, but now he’s much more in control of himself around you. He’ll hum in contentment when you hug him and run your hands under his shirt. He’ll make a noise of appreciation when you pepper him with kisses after a long day. Naturally, he’ll do the same to you. His sinful hands are the best at rubbing your shoulders when you’re tired, and gentle when taking your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. 

“Does that feel good?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Mhm…”

“Use your words.”

“Hmph… yes, please. Your hands are so warm.” It’s an odd reality - his body was once as cold as his heart, but now it seemed that both were thawing.

It took a long time to get to this point, but now that you two are here, there’s no going back. Perhaps he’s not the picture-perfect romantic man, but he’s something better.

He’s Zandik, and that’s all you want.

Pantalone believes that the best way of expressing love is through tangibility and quantity. As the Harbinger in charge of handling the Northland Bank's operations, he inevitably would have access to a vast amount of wealth. From exquisite jewels and necklaces to luxurious clothing specially tailored for you, Pantalone would provide you with all the splendour Teyvat has to provide. He believes that with each gift, he would be able to express his heartfelt feelings for you. You would often be greeted with a bouquet of flowers by your doorstep when you arrive back at your residence. Whenever you confront him about it, he would tell you that each bouquet is a profound declaration of his love, with each embedded a message an ardent reminder that he would always be there for you.

Dottore, on the other hand, believes that gifts are meaningless if the sender doesn't truly mean their actions. A gift could be so luxurious, but what use is it if the sender lacks sincerity? That's why he believes that the best way of expressing his love towards you is through his actions. Albeit small and subtle, it's the little things he does and the genuine effort he puts in that builds and strengthens your relationship and connection. Dottore isn't materialistic by any means, he prefers to make his love known through his deeds and actions. Are you struggling with your work? He would bring you your favourite drink to encourage you, and perhaps he would try his best to help you out, regardless of his lack of knowledge and skills in that field. Being the Fatui's lead scientist would mean that he has a good memory, and he would use it to remember everything about you. He picks up on the smallest things that you would mention during your conversations, and he would surprise you with simple acts that can easily bring a smile to your face. You would often be shocked, and mostly touched that he would remember such a miniscule detail about yourself. Dottore believes that actions speak louder than words, and therefore does his best to show you just how much you mean to him.

Unlike Dottore, Pantalone believes that words can be just as powerful and impactful as actions are. To him, words hold deep meanings to him. In the past, Pantalone had prayed endlessly to the gods, desperately seeking comfort and answers to his misery. He had never received the answers he had been longing for, and that was what caused him to believe that words are indeed equally important as actions. He had always craved reassurance, comfort and solace from the gods, looking for a sign that everything will be alright. But it never came. Pantalone uses this pain as a means of healing his own past, by offering you reassurance and words of comfort. Pantalone believes that words have the power to make or break people's spirits. Even a simple encouragement can lift spirits, even if it's just a little. Without a little push, some may not even move at all. That's why Pantalone loves to shower you with affectionate words. Hearing his smooth, soothing voice comforting you with sweet words will never fail to make your heart flutter. It's all part of Pantalone's charm. Whenever he notices a slight shift in your mood, he would ask you about it and try to make you feel better. Pantalone would never fail to make you feel special; he will always provide you with the comfort you need.

Dottore is not a sentimental person by any means. He's very closed about his true feelings and doesn't let people get close to him. But with you? It's different. There's just something about you so lovable that even the cold and apathetic Doctor can melt from your warm smiles. As Dottore struggles to explain his emotions through words, he prefers to spend his time with you to show you his feelings. He would always be there for you when you needed him. Despite his busy schedule, he would make time for you, enjoying your presence and basking in the comfort of your touch. Whenever confronted by you, Dottore would use the excuse of taking a break from work to spend time with you. But if he is really busy, you would receive attention from one of his Segments. His Segments are equally as enamoured by you, and they would be more than happy to spend time with you. Dottore says it's the least he could do if he can't be there for you when you need him.

At the end of the day, you would be showered by their affections and attention regardless. Both of them have their ways of showing you their appreciation and love. It's only a matter of who wins your heart at the end of the day. Would actions really speak louder than words? Or will the temptations of sweet words and opulent riches win you over? In the end, the choice would be yours to make.

It looked like the Segment was a stickler for lab rules. You couldn’t come in unless he allowed you. According to him, it had to be wiped down and prepared for entry in compliance with his standards for your safety and comfort. And then, other personnel had to be dismissed so as not to lay their undeserving eyes on you. However, deep down, you were sure it was mostly a means to keep his experiments in the dark from you.

Regardless, that was only a very brief summary of the precautions he had in place not just for you, but for efficiency as well. And that was also why his mask always seemed to cover his nose and lips, leaving much of that lovely face to the imagination. Or perhaps it also had to do with his growing habit of hiding his face from the world.

“Are you sure I can’t get a little peek of what you’re hiding, Twenty-Five?” You’d always try to lurk behind him, waiting for a moment that he’d stop to rest and pull down his mask for fresh air, or more mischievously, a moment for him to slip up. But you could never catch him with his guard down.

“No,” he’d say, very simply.

“Not even for me? For your darling dearest?” You’d ask the next time you saw him.

“I’m afraid not.”

“Not even if I say please? Or if I want to see what it looks like when you smile or frown?” That was another attempt.

“That won’t be happening.”

“So, I can’t even stroke my lover’s cheek or kiss him properly?” You planted your cheek on his back in dissatisfaction, as he paused whenever he was writing on the board. Whenever you paid him a visit, he would always be scribbling on his wall of notes. There were no dangerous chemicals or bodies around to give you a fright. It was like he carefully prepared his work around your presence.

“Surely you have other things to do, or at least, more productive questions you can ask me?” Twenty-Five let out a sigh, his hand falling down to his side, before unclipping a diagram from the wall and pushing it into your hands. “Why don’t you look over this?” So instead of clinging to his back, you were pushed into a chair and given his notes to review. You let out a noise of disappointment but scanned over the papers with interest anyway.

If he’d given it to anyone else, they would have shuddered and called it blasphemous among sputtering things of that nature. However, the time you spent at the Akademiya with the original Zandik made certain ideas seem rather tame. Or maybe, he gave you those on purpose.

Regardless, it was clear he was waiting for you to speak, because although his attention was directed to the board in front of him, you could see Twenty-Five glancing at you from the corner of his eyes every so often. It was cute, so naturally you began asking all sorts of questions.

Although his expression remained the same, he adjusted his glasses and straightened his back, as if pleased at this new line of questioning. Perhaps he was even biting back a small smile underneath that surgical mask. He was quieter and more reserved than the other Segments, but when you got him started on his research, he became a more talkative man. Typical Zandik. Poor thing, having so many ideas and such, but with no one to listen. 

The Segment had come near you now, nodding and shaking his head as he discussed with you, his normally aloof tone now containing a spark in it. While you were taking in his words with great consideration, you were also very much entranced by his features. Two wide bangs, not long and thin like the older Segments, but still fluffy. His red eyes were still visible, and although the glare from the light sometimes blocked them, it was more amusing than intimidating, in your opinion. 

Twenty-Five was very pretty, and that just made you want to kiss him. So you did. 

Well, kind of. You weren’t sure if it truly qualified as a kiss. You only reached to press your lips against the thin fabric blocking you from his actual lips, but it was still enjoyable nonetheless, as you could feel a bit of his real softness anyway. You were pleased and grinned at your success, not very fazed, as if what you did was perfectly normal, while the Segment had gone quiet at your advances.

“Mhm, what were you saying?” You batted your eyes at him, and you couldn’t help but wonder if his mouth was slightly ajar, or if there was a blush on his cheeks. You weren’t sure whether to expect a reaction or not, but after a few moments, Twenty-Five only flicked his glasses up with his finger and cleared his throat before continuing his dialogue.

He was a bit harder to crack, wasn’t he?

—

That was what you thought, but soon enough, you noticed that Twenty-Five was seeking you out, which was unusual. Research consumed much of his time, so a lot of the time you spent with him was following him into his lab or making him take breaks for eating. It was different than the other Segments who’d, for example, sneak into your room with you or insist on you spending the night in theirs.

So when Twenty-Five had popped up near you, making your heart jump out of your chest as he just silently stood there and watched you, you found it quite interesting.

It wasn’t like he had any pressing matters to discuss with you, unlike Eighteen, who would make up one so it seemed like it wasn’t his own personal feelings getting in the way. But Twenty-Five knew the right questions to ask to make you do most of the talking, as he was much more of a listener when it came to mundane and non-research-related matters. He would simply walk with you, taking everything you were saying with great seriousness even if you were just being silly. And then that walk would end up with the two of you in front of the entrance to his lab, somehow.

You quickly caught on, no matter how subtle he tried to be.

Unfortunately, for how meticulously he seemed to have planned for you to end up in his trap, it looked like he was too awkward to put the final step into action. You could tell from the way he would quietly stare at you, as if contemplating something, playing with the rim of his glasses, a habit of his. Eighteen would frequently end up doing something stupid if he made the first move. Twenty-Five was only a few years older. Perhaps he was mature enough to know the consequences of such things and was painstakingly waiting for the best possible moment.

You weren’t sure which type of pathetic was more endearing. Regardless, you were used to taking romantic matters into your own hands due to this. So one day, you just… did.

You were sat in Twenty-Five’s lab, with his papers and whatnot scattered about. The Segment had gone from scribbling on the board, reading through books, doodling some visuals, and then finally settled near you all while you watched.

“Do you have something you want to say to me?” You narrowed your eyes at him, gesturing vaguely with a smile.

“No, not particularly. Did you?” As usual, calm, collected, and deflecting, but you liked it.

“I do. Come closer.” You reached your hand out, innocently enough, flexing your fingers to squeeze him, and of course, he listened. You placed your hand on the center of Twenty-Five’s chest experimentally, to which the Segment’s eyebrows twitched, but remained silent. 

And then, you finally went in for what you really wanted, tugging on the tie that peeked out from above his lab coat. He didn’t really stumble or move all that much, considering your strength was not enough to physically push him around, especially when he was paying close attention to your movements. But it was enough to signify your intentions and bring him closer to you, both your hands remaining firm on the tie.

“I want to kiss you again. Can I?” Of course, he was the one pursuing you this whole time, but it saved a lot of time if you just spun the story like this. Before he could answer, your hand was already caressing his cheek, brushing against the fabric of the mask. Twenty-Five swallowed.

“I have been giving it some thought,” he said, as if a kiss had been taking up a large portion of his thoughts. “Based on experience, I suppose if I don’t say yes now, you’ll ask me about it every time we meet.” 

“Yes, that’s right. So if you don’t mind…” Your finger curled on the top edge of the mask teasingly, before pulling it down to reveal what you’ve been daydreaming about. You leaned in until your lips connected with Twenty-Five’s.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and you naturally smiled into the kiss, grasping the cloth on his back. His lips were delightfully soft, a shame they were nearly always hidden under his surgical mask. He still seemed a bit awkward about it, not in Eighteen’s flustered and combative way, but in a quiet yet eager one. It was evident in the way Twenty-Five kissed back, drinking in your soft giggles and sighs and patiently watching.

Well, at least in the beginning.

You had pulled back after a few moments with a satisfied hum and looked back at the Segment to see his face, and that’s when you noticed his eyes were hard to see, the lenses a different shade. More specifically, it seemed that Twenty-Five’s glasses had fogged up from… kissing? Perhaps it was from the warmth of the kiss in the cool lab?

It was obvious that the scholar was more than aware of it. In the beginning, he carefully observed you like you were under a microscope. Your expressions, body movements, all of it, tucking it away for further reference. He wasn’t like Eighteen, who would make himself a fool in front of you, less than impressive. No, he was more than capable of controlling himself.

That was until you kissed him for the first time. 

The moment your lips touched his, all of his calculating plans blanked in his head. You held him like he was dear, kissed him with more meaning than he could properly express, all while the most he could do was automatically kiss back so as not to look idiotic. It was clear you knew more about this than he did. An embarrassing notion. The unfamiliar sensation of heat rising to his cheeks, something he’d rarely ever felt, didn’t make things better.

He had learned to hide his feelings, to suppress his expressions, to cover up his bluntness, but was he truly all that different from Eighteen deep down?

“Excuse me.” He cleared his throat before producing a small cloth from his pocket to clean his glasses. Twenty-Five turned his back on you as he took off the glasses, and you immediately frowned and moved in front of him.

“Don’t do that,” you pouted before taking in his face without the eyewear. “Oh, you look cute without them on. I like it.” You nodded in approval as you leaned in as close as you could, and the Segment only let out a sigh and looked away to wipe away the fog in his glasses. He hoped his faint blush had disappeared by now. Next time, he’d make sure that wouldn’t happen again…

“You should let me see you without them more often. And the mask, of course. In bed, perhaps?” Although his hands were nearly always careful and methodical, almost in a machine-like way, the Segment nearly broke the lenses of his glasses at your words. “I mean, you rarely ever come visit me. I get lonely, you know?” You let out a sad sigh, clutching your chest as if your heart was aching. He truly didn’t know whether you were doing this on purpose or not.

The Segment ended up agreeing to your persistence anyway.

After you had left, Twenty-Five had attempted to get back to work. The tables were clean, the trays of tools to the side, he’d changed his gloves and mask, and the test subjects were ready to be brought in for dissection. And yet, when he took hold of the scalpel in his hand, his arms would not steady, shaking from where your fingers dragged along and teased him.

He’d just do something else for now.

—

Twenty-Five, or rather, the original Zandik when he was that age, had studied Eleazar in depth in hopes it would lead to a breakthrough with your own illness. And while he had learned how to suppress the symptoms of that illness, it did not provide many answers for your case. But the Segment still dabbled in it, considering the great knowledge he gained from studying it, and for the… patients that were brought in.

So that was why, with his medical knowledge, he often took care of you when you weren’t feeling well. You were probably the only person who sat on the examination tables and lived to see another day. Twenty-Five had all but confirmed it from the time his hand slipped over your eyes, blocking your vision from reading through the report he had left out, that was not for your perusal. The same gloved hands that took people apart with clinical detachment managed to put you back together with tender care.

But that wasn’t the point.

You lay down on the metal table, hands folded, as Twenty-Five moved the blinding light in front of you to the side. Your medical record was in his hands as he wrote down your complaints.

“Tired. Exhausted… Sleepy,” you yawn, blinking your eyes. It seemed like all your energy had been sapped from you.

“You’ve been saying that for a while,” Twenty-Five said as he filled out your history, and you let out a sound of agreement. He had been doing this for so long, he could probably do it with his eyes closed. And yet it was not something to be proud of. All these years, and yet no cure had made its way into his hands. But that was not to be dwelled on right now.

Gloved hands rested on your forehead, and your eyes shut at the lovely feeling. No fever, he noted. He examined your eyes, ears, mouth, heartbeat, and body like he usually did. He moved away to shuffle through the cabinets, where bottles of medicine and things of the like were stored.

Twenty-Five took one bottle and examined it. He had given it to you before, but it didn’t seem to have much of an effect. But there was no harm in trying it again.

He looked at another bottle. No, it was too early to administer these. It was still in the trial phase, and needed to be tested on others first.

And then the last bottle. It had been fully tested and developed, and was safe for you to use now. Quiet chuckles echoed from behind him.

“What are you laughing at now?” 

“I was just thinking, you really do seem like ‘The Doctor’ right now,” you softly giggled. “You’re in extra serious mode.” The Segment didn’t respond, only sighing. He prepared a glass of water for you and asked you to sit up.

“Open your mouth,” he requested, and you listened as he pushed the tablet onto your tongue, and you quickly swallowed with some water. “Good. You can stay here for a bit, and let me know how you feel.” He began to clean up the area as you nodded. 

Twenty-Five was always so serious, strict, and pent-up about his feelings, despite your efforts to get him to lighten up. But you supposed he couldn’t help it, especially when he saw you so weak. Still, you had to at least try. To show your love and care for him. 

“I think you forgot something.” Your words immediately drew his attention to you.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” He grasped your chin with his fingers and tilted your face, trying to find any sign of discomfort.

“Not unwell. A bit hurt, though.” Twenty-Five stared at you. “You forgot my ‘feel better soon’ kiss,” you said cheekily as you tapped your face. Some tension left the Segment’s shoulders as a somewhat relieved, somewhat exasperated noise escaped him. He should have known better, but…

Twenty-Five lowered his mask and placed a kiss on your forehead, and you smiled in appreciation, knowing he’d always take care of you.