some more sebastian michealis content pretty please? ur writing was wonderful to read in "always yours", i love the way you described the bond he has with the reader
Twisted Love | Sebastian Michaelis
A/N: Thank you darling, Sebastian is actually my favorite person to write. His personality gives lots of room for creativity, so i hope you like this as well <3
CW: mentions of religion, female reader, fluff, hurt with comfort, angst, dissociation, panic attack (with comfort)
The afterlife is a topic that is constantly in question. The Buddhists will tell you reincarnation, the Christians will tell you heaven and hell. The Atheists will say there is nothing, or shrug and say 'i don't know'
Whatever the case may be. The only thing that was certain to you, was you already knew what was after death.
You had given it name, after all....
Sebastian Michaelis.
He was your life, death and the afterlife. You had bound your soul to whatever he had in that dark, sinister and ridiculously tall body of his.
If it even was a him. Demons were not restricted by something as trivial as genders and sex. He could take on the form of your mother for all he cared and watch as your face contorted into one of horror and concern. He could be your ideal lover on paper come to life. He could be a fictional man you fantasize over. It wouldn't matter to him as long as he got to fuck you and devour you after a certain amount of time, and your contract was finished
"Penny for your thoughts, my lady?" Said a deep and familiar voice that snapped you out of your existential crisis. Which was a much more reoccurring thing since the notion of God, demons, angels and Grim Reapers was apperently a real thing now. One you would encounter and ponder about almost everyday of your life
It amused Sebastian, how a tiny human racked her brain over a thing that was so normal to him, it was as natural and trivial as how humans viewed their reality. However it only concerned him on days where it made you dissociate or even have a panic attack when you began to think it over on top of your mental issues
"Darling?" He uttered the name so sweetly, so deadly. From the depth of his throat into a poisonous whisper in your ear. You shuddered, shivered at the hot water, you realized has been tepid for a while, and the sponge in Sebastian's hand had gone from firm and gentle scrubs to lazy little rubs.
"Yeah?" You whispered, your voice surprising you from how it cracked and sounded so...distant. Even to it's host.
"Y/N." The voice was more stern now. Deeper. You realized you hadn't responded to something he had said. Everything felt...timeless. Empty. So quiet your ears rang and you could see yourself across the room...
How your body swayed from one side to the other. Your nipples hardened by the now cold water. With a looming Shadow behind you... embracing you...trapping you....ripping into you—
"Mistress" Sebastian urged. Holding your face. His gloves and vest off. Leaving him in his white,button up shirt and black slacks. The seal of your binding bright and black on his sickly pale skin.
He leaned in, parting the knees that were hugging your chest so he could kneel between them. Uncaring of how water splashed around them and soiled his clothes. And how the temperature of the water began to warm with his presence
He gently cradled your head. Letting his scent, thick with a cologne you had picked bring you back, ground you. Your eyes were teary, blurry, black
Black beauty he had fallen in love with, strangely enough. Even stranger so, he didn't even know if it was love. He was a demon. Over 500 years old. He was around to bring the black death to all of Europe. He hadn't known, and still didn't if he had ever been human.
If Sebastian Michaelis, the butler of the Victorian era was ever human. He had never pondered it. Never cared. Why would he? He was a creature that could not die to anything of the world he helped shift, make and destroy, depending on what master he served
Sebastian never pondered the before, not..before you
Before you he would rip into any cheap soul he came into contact with to satiate his hunger. Before you, he had begun to starve himself, looking, searching for a specimen good enough for his tastes.
He still recalls how you cried out for him. For anyone to save you from your prison. How weak, delicate and fragile you were. So bony and teary eyed when his shadow appeared, ripped into every human who hadn't been you. Who hurt you
Perhaps even then he had already developed an obsession for you. A twisted devotion for you before he was even yours. Before you even called out for him, had you already been meant to belong to him amd solely his.
Just how you pondered the meaning and existence and purpose of humanity, he pondered you.
On nights like this when he held you in his arms, in the middle of a cold bathtub, dimly lit by a candle or two when you had your episodes. How you so desperately clung onto him. In your mind he didn't actually care. He had made it very clear the first couple times you tried to even utter any feelings for him, that he, a demon, was incapable and uninterested in feelings. Especially for someone of a life form so lowly as yours.
It was a necessary cruelty. Because even now he didn't know if he was feeling love for you, or a twisted, sickening obsession with you. All of you. There were days he wanted to kiss you sweetly, just as he was doing now. And days he wanted to rip into your chest, crawl into your skin and devour your soul.
He wouldn't call that love. Who would?
But if he had to call it love so he could feel your gaze soften, how your soul's taste would sweeten so much he could feel a burn in his throat without even tasting it. To see your teary eyes close and your soft face gently nuzzle into his chest in affection you tried so pathetically hard to convince yourself he could feel.
It was hard, really. To abide by the contract. When you would be so gentle with him of all people. Something would crawl into his chest where a heart would be and it would itch him to rip into himself and tear it out.
Whether he had been human once or not mattered not anymore. He told himself. But on days like this where he had wiped your tears, dressed you gently and tucked you beside him in your chambers, under your order for cuddles. He pondered if he was human, what could he have given you
Would he have been strong like he was now? Could he have the strength to protect you? Could he have bedded you as you liked? Gave you a child even, if it was what you wished? What would a child look like, one that carried his blood in their veins and your sweet face
Would he be able to care for you how he did now? How he pampered you and didn't let you lift a finger?
Would he have been a provider? Not let you work so you could stay at home, pretty and perfect for him to make love to when he came home tired,sweaty and longing to be in your arms
Sebastian pondered these feelings. Exhaustion, joy, pleasure, anger. Things that did not control him, that did not exist in him. In all his years of existence he never spared them a thought
But when he held you he felt them all.
A peculiar curiosity as to the what ifs of a human being. How they had so little time and spent most of it wasting away at a school or a job. How many never felt or experienced true love. How many never had someone to hold or be held. Never felt the joy of a son or a daughter or a loving parent
Did you feel these things? Before your parents died in that fire? Before you lost everything you had ever had and was taken as property for sick and twisted old men to do with you as they wanted? Did you ever want to be a mother? Live to die old?
.... Sebastian glared at your sweet little face. Puffy and pink from tears. Your lips swollen from his kisses. How your hands clung to his bare chest. Legs wrapped around his thigh. Your cold nose burrowed into his neck that sent shivers down his spine.
He didn't notice when he eyes began to water and harden. Glowing red under the moonlight through your window. When the warmth between you two became burning hot and his fangs dug into his lips
He listened as you occasionally whimpered when your dreams tried to darken into nightmares and he would hold you tighter, feel you soften under his arms.
Sebastian felt something warm and wet on his face. It wasn't your tears...no...no you had stopped crying hours ago and the sun was up...
cw: fluff, smut, angst, toxic relationship, butler x master, oneshot, gender neutral, main character death
A/N: should i make a mini series about something like this?
Upon a summon, a demon negotiates a price, and a deal. What to give and take.
As a creature of sin, he of course, tries to make the best bargain for himself. With you, it was different. The first of contracts in over 500 years where the terms were of equal measure, in your gaze and his.
Sebastian, as you named him. Promised three things to you: Pleasure, Protection and Absolute Service. In service, he swore honesty, he swore loyalty, as both a butler and a lover. He swore to "care" for you.
Whether you looked at it as genuine kindness or the simple task of taking care of a lesser animal was up to you.
In this Loom of Fate, where you had no real future. No heirs for your earldom, where your work in your manor and buisness was for naught, you still worked hard and gave it your utmost devotion.
It amused him—watching as you worked and packed your schedule for seemingly no reason. In a hundred years you would be forgotten, but the demon supposed that this was another little quirk of the complex nature of humans.
Sebastian often pondered weather you did this to feign a sense of normality, or weather it made the perfect excuse for him to...destress you.
He teased you about it before, that there was no need to work so hard for his cock and attention. In response you had slapped him, and rode him harder that night. It was never brought up again.
You never did answer his question as to why pretend to be normal. Then again, he didn't say anything when you asked why he would pretend to love you. And unlike your usual stubbornness, you dared not to press when the chatty demon suddenly grew quiet whilst he washed your hair.
You never learned whether his silence was an answer in itself, or because...he didn't know either.
Sebastian took care to remember everything you mentioned you liked and hated, without your orders to do or not do. He insisted he always take care of your hair and body. Never allowing you to lift a finger when he was around. Sebastian always had a new excuse
Chivalry, Duty, Honor. Trivial ideals that mattered not to him.
How Sebastian took gentle care to prep you and love you the first time you urged him into your bed.
How you insisted he was the only one who could, because he was your loyal slave who would never open his mouth and boast nor gossip of his Lady in bed, to which he agreed
Sebastian would not dare, contract or not to allow another man nor woman know of your pretty moans and expressions, how you quivered around him and uttered i love yous and stay with mes that nearly convinced him of your affection.
In return, he uttered the same sweet nothings to you.
He tore apart anyone you wished dead, brought you their heads and tongues like a proud pet when you requested.
Sebastian knew it was not distrust that made you ask for proof of death. You were just as twisted as he and it made him crave your own demise even more.
Deep down, where his heart was supposed to be. Sebastian knew he loved you, he was obsessed with you and would do anything for you. His own addiction made him nurture and love your soul even more, each time he kissed you, he could faintly taste the delicacy he has cultivated for years, and would fuck you hard to satiate his thirst for your soul.
he fed you, bathed you, fucked you, loved you
he gave you everything you never had
In return, you fullfilled your own end of the contract.
you were a loyal lover to him. Never pleased nor been pleased by another man or woman then Sebastian himself. Turned down every marriage proposal and attempt to court you. Danced with no one unless absolutely needed
Never smoked nor did drugs to preserve your soul's taste, though you did enjoy wine and liquor.
You called him when in danger or if someone tried to force themselves on you, and he protected you, held you as cried and trembled, Comforted you as you wanted.
Making gentle love to you, kissing you, hugs, cuddles. Watching over you while you beat and tortured men to death. Brought you whatever parts you wanted, mailed the rest to their homes as a warning.
Sebastian would never dare himself say he loved you. He would never think it possible. Demons and Angels could not love nor hate. The divine and damned existed for a sole purpose, to carry out the word of the lord, or bring damnation to humanity. He was the latter, nothing more or less.
With you he could pretend he was someone, someone more. Someone who could come home, who could love and live. He would lay awake at night, and pretend you meant your words. Your confessions. Allow himself to feel
What Sebastian would say, is that he was simply possesive and obsessed with you. And if he had to call it love for your sake...and his. So be it.
Until the day when he would please you one last time before tearing you apart as he came. Relishing in your screams and cries, as much as it destroyed him to do such a vile thing. He would enjoy you. Every inch, every drop of you was his.
Sebastian Michaelis would love every inch of you until then. And bury himself into starvation with your body, to love and be loyal to you, his mistress. Until the end of time.
Because there was no one like you, would be no one like you. You were everything he wanted and would ever need.
Even if his stomach ached for even a cheap soul, he would ride it out until death. As punishment for making you suffer, and to keep his promise to you.
ABC Fluff Headcanons - Vyn Richter - Tears of Themis
A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)
If this was a fairytale, it would be Beauty and the Beast. Except he was simply the Beast and you were his magic rose he got to watch bloom. But instead of watching you under glass, he preferred it to be removed, even if it shredded your innocence in the process, but oh, watching you grow anyways, both blooming beautifully while growing fierce thorns to warn anyone before they touch, just to spite the adversity you were faced with was his truest pleasure. Your fortitude; that was what he truly admired about you.
B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)
You’d think it’s your eyes, being the windows to the soul and all. But you’d be wrong; it’s your hands. Specifically, your tender touch. It’s gentle, warm, and safe. Being able to hold your hand feels intimate for him, and he actually enjoys when you tap his arm to get his attention, then let your hand linger when he gives it. It’s like a reward and a comfort all in one.
C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)
He does enjoy a good cuddle, but hugging you from behind might be his favorite. Whether sitting together on the couch with you on his lap or spooning you in bed, he likes when he can nuzzle the side of your head or rest his chin on your shoulder.
D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)
He will have planned this to a T because he’s not much for spontaneity. And it would involve a walk together, flowers, and he will either have made you a dessert or the two of you will make something together. It’s something quiet and intimate for you to enjoy time together, talking about anything and nothing while the date is riddled with affectionate touches and some kisses.
E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)
Good grief, this man’s emotions are… complicated. He’s very logical, but he’s not ignorant to his emotions. It doesn’t seem like it, but he frequently tempers them, only to bring them up again in full when he records his diary so that he’s able to manage them.
But you have ruined him. His carefully kept emotional balance has been thrown to the wind. You make him feel intensely and strongly, to the point it almost trumps his logic, which makes him uncomfortable. His diaries have been getting longer as his inner turmoil increases, and that’s all your fault. It’s something you notice, too, watching his even temperament waver more and more frequently around you as the emotion inside him wars with his rationality. You will have to give this man time. Time to open up and be honest with himself, and you, about his emotions. Be prepared to validate his emotions in his moments of weakness. It’s the only way he’ll get better about honestly expressing them to you.
F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)
He wouldn’t be opposed to staying childless. He also wouldn’t be opposed to having a child, and you could probably talk him into two if the first goes well. Little humans would be fascinating studies, after all. (“Dear, do not psycho-analyze the children.”)
G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)
He does not care for trinkets. Nor does he care about giving you them. Gifts should be practical.
At least… that’s what he likes to think. His one exception to this is when he gives you something to wear. It’s his way of marking you and wearing it will spark a possessive streak in him.
H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)
He likes—no, needs to be either touching or holding your hand in quiet, private moments. And he wants to hold your hand when he’s jealous. Especially when he’s jealous. And you know when he is because he holds tight as though reminding you that you’re his while also sending passive-aggressive signals to the cause of his jealousy. When you’re just out walking, he will sometimes hold your hand, but he also likes when you loop your hands over his elbow and he can escort you like a proper gentleman. (It also causes you to pull yourself in close to him, so he actually quite enjoys when you do that.)
I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)
Depends. Minor cuts or burns are treated with care and, occasionally, a kiss. Get into an accident, and he gets shockingly worried about you. However, if you end up hurt because of a reason to do with NXX, he’ll be sick with emotions. Guilt, fear, anger; all of them brew for a deadly concoction. He will not rest, even to the point of abusing his own body, until he finds the person who hurt you and sees to it they are paying dearly for their crime.
J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)
He doesn’t always joke around, but when he does… this man is a wicked tease. Don’t expect to get off the hook easily. You better learn how to tease back, or he’ll use words and puzzles to twist you exactly where he wants you, which normally is you as a blushing, stuttering mess.
K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)
Sweet kisses off-the-cuff are quite nice, and so are the passionate ones, but the ones he likes best are the slow, lingering ones that take place hidden away in your own world. They convey so much with no words. There’s no frantic holding or clinginess. Rather, it feels like a moment of security, coming together and staying. He likes the comfort they provide him and the way they actually settle his heart.
L = Love Confession (how do they confess?)
He actually was super nervous to confess. He’ll have practiced and planned this confession before it happens. Which you never would have guessed because it was in such a smooth conversation during one of your outings that he admitted he held feelings of a romantic nature for you.
M = Marriage (What does the wedding look like?)
He wants it small, intimate, and preferably outdoors in a garden. He wants it nice but not overly fancy. He won’t fuss over the smaller details. Besides, he doesn’t realize it yet, but he will barely remember anything beyond how utterly stunning you look in your wedding dress, anyway.
N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)
He hates being a failure, but if he’s everput in a position where he fails you, he will never forgive himself.
O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)
This man has literal decks of cards of only one kind of card. You want a 52 card deck with all ace of hearts? He has that. Ten of spades? He has that too. Four of clubs? Yup. You don’t know why he has them, and he won’t tell you, but you think it’s literally just because he’s highly amused the way you wrack your brain over it.
P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)
He’s classic. Love, Dear, Darling, Sweetheart. But he’s half-German (At least, that is my best speculation considering he was called “Vilhelm” and is canonly mixed-race), so “Liebling” is also an endearment he calls you, and my guess is he saves that one strictly for the sweetest, most tender moments you share.
Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)
Calm setting, electronics put away, and preferably some form of physical contact with you. This could be working together in the garden, side by side, or going out to walk around town together, but those are not his favorite. Baking with you is one of his top ones, though. Expect him to tap some sort of batter or frosting on your nose. His other favorite is lounging together on the couch, your back leaning against his chest, and just talking. Communication is important to any relationship, and he finds it a joy to communicate with you.
R = Romance (how do they show their love and affection?)
He’s the kind that shows his affection by giving you his time and attention. He’ll show it in the little touches exchanged back and forth and in the way he’s attentive to your well-being, particularly your mental well-being.
He’ll also show he loves you by playing mind games on you until you’re a blushy, stuttering mess. He’s usually forgiven with a kiss and “I love you”. You know you’re too soft on him, but whattcha gonna do?
S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)
He is an onion you have to peel back layer by layer to get to open up to you. And like an onion, there’s likely going to be some tears shed as you do that. Time will determine how many secrets he’s willing to share with you, and it’s likely going to take years for him to fully open up to you. But keep at it. You will be rewarded with his innermost thoughts and feelings and the discovery of how insecure this seemingly unflappable man is.
T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)
This man doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but falling hard and fast for you? That he did. One of his biggest hurdles he had to get over was logically evaluating his feelings and what he thought your feelings for him were as well as coming to terms with the way he’s been treated in past relationships (And not just romantic ones. He has an… interesting way of creating carefully crafted ties to people.) So it might take a little time for him to get comfortable enough to ask you out. And throughout the relationship, he’ll probably still be working with his past demons, so be prepared for that.
U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)
He’ll comfort you the best way he can if you’re a sad upset. A mad upset, and he’ll probably give you a little space to work yourself out while offering his guidance. And upset at him? This is where a good chunk of your arguments happen, to be honest. So then you both have to calm down before coming together again and talking it out. But you always do and are stronger for it.
V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)
He’ll never admit it, but he loveswhen he can leave you impressed. It thrills him if he can show off a trick or his general intelligence and have you praise him for it. Occasionally, he’ll search for ways to impress you just because he wants that attention. But never will he admit it.
W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)
Well…he’s all okay with fighting as long as it’s not physical fighting. If you’re going to verbally spar with someone, he’s more than happy to let you go, and he takes pride in the fact you usually wipe the floor with your opponent. But the moment it’s going to turn into a physical altercation, he’s your shield. Part of him thinks that in times he is unfortunately not around, it might be good to have some self-defense under your belt, but at the same time, he’d rather you just flee instead of fight. Because he knows you well enough that if you had the ability, you’d probably knock someone’s lights out if they came at you.
X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)
He’s a psychologist; he can already read you well. But on top of that, you are his favorite study, and he will catalogue everything he learns about you away to pull out for future reference. So while he already reads you well early on into your relationship, give it a few years and you have basically no secrets from this man.
Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)
He will never forget the “surprise over romance” opinion on proposals you shared with him. So, determined to give you the best, he sets up an elaborate puzzle for you, getting all the important people in your life to get in on it. Together, the two of you will trapeze the town hunting down little clues—in places, that you only realize later, hold significance to both of you—before he’ll “conveniently” take his leave so you can finish out the last leg, which ultimately ends up leading you to his office, the place you first met. And there he is, sitting behind a house of cards sits made solely from the Ace of Hearts with a ring in the middle of the top tier which was made from two different cards: the king and queen. Only once you realize that and he revels in your joy and tears will he properly get on one knee and ask you to marry him.
Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)
When everything is “right” in his world. His patients are doing well, he’s got no massive cases on his plate, nothing requires his immediate attention, and you are close by, doing well in your own right.
CW: fluff, comfort, mentions of arranged marriages, smut, slight spoilers for SSR: Ashy Indulgence
Summary: After your wedding night, Vyn made love to you. He stares at your sleeping form during golden hours, pondering how a lonely young man like himself has come so far. To open up and lay out the deepest parts of himself to you, and whether he wants to admit it or not. He is wrapped around your pretty finger~
In Stellis, the prospect of marriage is a happy one. The idea of spending the rest of your life with someone you love, someone of your choosing
In Svart, most of everyone agrees that betrothal is simply a secure and honey-coated political purvey
A nobleman to marry a noble lady, and produce little princess and princesses, to secure one's claim to whatever inheritance you've got.
That certain powerful families have learned to love each other was both convenient and miraculous. Only after marriage did many couples learn to tolerate each other Put up a pretty front in their dollhouse so any stranger that may enter may see the plastic beauty and hidden disdain.
Being wed, was a term used on Vyn multiple times, and when he reached a certain age in his teenage years his father stopped bothering to bring it up. Just as Vilhelm stopped believing he would ever marry for love.
Until a pretty rose came along. Her petals dancing around his feet. teasingly, yet sincere.
Her sweet smile and innocent green eyes. Full of determination and gentle kindness in all aspects of life. It was nothing he had ever seen, neither as a young duke nor a Psychiatrist, who's job was to seek the lies in people's truths.
There was none of that in his love, no lie that was not usually his fault. No test she had not passed. If it was anyone who could be deceiving it would be him. His flower was too precious to do such a thing.
After months, even almost two years, of friendship and love. Full of sunlight and rain alike, did Vyn come to the realization, upon sitting across the mother he had not seen in a decade how truly smitten he was for you.
He confirmed it again as he spread you below him. Carefully peeling off layer by layer of Charmeuse and Chiffon from your body, being gentle to caress your bare and hot skin
Vyn decorated your soft body with his kisses and greedy bites. Originally teasing, he ended up becoming your pleasure dom.
His focus was not on himself nor his release, but as each moment passed, so did his desire to make you happy increased.
Vyn laid you down on the plush pillows of his bed, swiftly pulling one under the small of your back, closer to your hips to ensure you were comfortable. He made no move unless you said yes
Did not continue until he heard your praises and timid moans.
He held your hand and lightly rubbed the wedding ring on your finger as he pushed in, quivering as the pleasure swallowed him whole, and demanded more friction.
Vyn's gentle and slow thrusts turned passionate and harder. Only at your request did he begin to pound into you at his heart's content, no longer holding back.
Smoothly shifting his pace to your cute little noises. Though he, in question was in control. He was completely and utterly at your mercy. To fuck and love you as you wanted.
Eventually you caught on, and even then you insisted on pleasuring him too, whether it be jacking him off as you kisses away his insecurities or took him in your warm little throat, you took care of his wants and needs as if they were your own.
And when it came to you, he did everything until your trembled in pleasure, pulled on his hair to bring his lips closer to your puffy clit, arched your back and desperately rolled your hips for more of his cock.
The night grew darker, and so did the exhaustion in your sweaty bodies. Eventually his needy movements were slower, until he came inside you, loudly and slowly.
Vyn laid beside you that night, gently yet firmly cuddling your naked form against his, holding you so close and protectively as if you would be stolen away if gazed upon by outside entities.
That Morning, when the sun was at its peak golden color, he too gazed upon your body, and it took a lot out of him to get out of bed to make breakfast, coffee and prepare a bath for his ladywife.
Vyn smiled like an idiot as he went about doing his buisness, and even more so as he sat at your tucked in feet, leaning forwards with a tray of food and warm coffee with a tiny little cake slice of your preferred flavor.
Vyn careful shook you awake, and with a yawn and tired eyes you gazed upon his own. Smiling, he took your jaw in his fingers and kissed your cheek sweetly, the scent of sweet coffee and dessert lingering in the morning air.
CW: dysfunctional family, mentions of violence, mentions of death, sex, drugging
Summary: Since the death of Crepus Ragnvindr, His two sons have all but severed ties with each other. Only speaking when they must. And neither brother ever fails to remind the other of the reason why. However strong their hatred for each other, they never managed to show such disdain towards their little sister. But perhaps hate would have been kinder then neglect. Note: This is based off the theory that Pierro is Kaeya's father, and that the Tsaritsa is collecting gnosis to rebel against celestia
Note: This is based off the theory that Pierro is Kaeya's father, and that the Tsaritsa is collecting gnosis to rebel against celestia
Chapter 3: The Laws of Gods and Men
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A cork flew across the floor, and soon a large wine glass filled with the the maroon liquid.
Drinking was never Diluc's strong suit. He loathed the taste, the smell. It reeked everywhere in his tavern, on his customers. It made him sick nowadays to bartend. He would need a well deserved break to be able to stomach the thing.
The sudden assault of it on his nose did not help. And he glared daggers at his little sister, who more then happily drank the stuff. She was unrecognizable at times.
He hated to admit, but if she were a he, he may as well describe her how his brother does him.
"He was cute as a young lad, now he just seems to be in his own little world.."
As a young child, Y/N was the sweetest child in all of Mondstat. Playful and kind, sociable and innocent. A pure, white little bird among all the others in her nest, whom looked nothing like her but the brother she flew home with. Happy.
It was his fault. He had no one too blame but himself. Even if sometimes he hated Kaeya for giving her the same treatment he did, it was his fault for pushing them away.
Now, he failed to realize his young sister was a woman grown. Who forged a silver tongue better then the one-eyed captain. Who's sneaky little hands ended lives for her benefit.
"So you know?" Y/N stated, more statement then question it sounded like at least.
"I do."
"What of it? Plan to arrest me Darknight Hero?" She mocked, taking a sip of her wine, speaking calmly, coldly.
The little bird flew the nest sooner then he believed.
"I have no buisness in your affairs-" He began, and just as he spoke she quickly interrupted.
"Then why bring me home dear brother?" Y/N looked up through a tired, dead stare. Traces of drool still evident on the area below her chin.
"I want to know."
"Know what-"
"If you are safe." Diluc raised his voice, his crossed arms tightening, his glare darkening. He was angry.
At this, she laughed, loudly. "SAFE? Please, be fuckin for real. What do you want?" She sat back on his dinner table and crossed her legs, downing a glass and pouring a second
"I care not who you be with. But this...this behavior...it...I don't..I don't agree." It was there. He was worried. Even still when he tried to express it he refused to admit he cared. Perhaps he didn't. Perhaps it was an illusion. A dream she still could not get rid of after all these years.
At this thought, she poured a third glass. "Did he hurt you?" He asked more quietly. Y/N merely chuckled. "No, or maybe he did. Only the Gods know now."
"He was a father, Y/N."
"As was he a husband. That didn't stop him from seeing me. Worry not dear brother, I have snuffed out the unclean. His Lady Wife might be pleased to hear it." She smiled at herself, looking in a mirror on the wall."
"And what of his son? When he learns of his Father's death? Who it was?" He Yelled again, getting agitated.
"He won't. His poor mama has already been suspicious of his late shifts im sure she has found a new man to keep her bed warm. 'Sides, He is only four."
"And at what age do you remember coming to me?"
She paused, "Your father. Diluc. Not you. Your father took me in. As i have explained, my own is not of importance to me."
"So why do you go about getting information on the Fatui by any means necessary. Even whoring yourself for such things-"
Y/N fumed and threw the empty glass at his feet, seeing the shards fly and decorate the carpet below, its golden rims reflecting above on the wooden roof.
"Careful Ragnvindr. You and I have yet to square up and you won't have no advantage on your opponent this time. I have a vision, i have more then earned it, so i'd suggest you keep your mouth shut before I knock your teeth out." Her words were slow, and slurred, with clear and evident anger in her blue eyes
Y/N smiled up wickedly, an accent foreign to him emerging upon her short-temper. She too was four when she "lost" her father. And even things long gone like her mother-tongue were still present.
Y/N truly was Khaenri'ahn born and bred. Born for whatever plans they had for her. He knew thats where she was heading. He needed to stop her.
"The Laws of Gods and Men have nothing to do with me Ragnvindr. When I am Queen I will create a new order. I will eliminate every obstacle that come my way. Even you. Which is surprising, considering you have never given me a second thought now you suddenly have shits to give when im trying to do, what i came to do.
"Im done, holding onto your boot as you walk about, tall and proud, ignorin' my pleas for a family, for friendship for anything. Do not pretend to suddenly want to give me what I have asked for all these years, I am a woman grown and I do not beg or kneel."
Y/N turned on her heel towards the door. "Your chance at a brotherhood is gone. You have no one but yourself and Kaeya to Blame. When the sky falls down upon you all, the people of Mondstat should know who to blame."
Diluc's eyes widened, and even as the night grew darker, as the sky lightened with time, he found himself outside his home. Staring up upon celestia, wondering, whenever sleep overtook his rationality, if it has grown closer to his home.
A lifelong grudge against siblings, enough to destroy cities and lay waste to armies. It sounded childish, wildly stupid and he hoped thats not know Y/N has become.
He may never know. Maybe he never knew her at all. Only will he learn when her promises and threats are fullfilled. When she sits on her throne, will Diluc know what shes meant. Those words with hidden meaning and underlying prophecies she's muttered out her whole life
CW: not proofread cuz i wrote this mid class lmao, mentions of sex, drugging and death (not the mc), dysfunctional family
Summary: Since the death of Crepus Ragnvindr, His two sons have all but severed ties with each other. Only speaking when they must. And neither brother ever fails to remind the other of the reason why. However strong their hatred for each other, they never managed to show such disdain towards their little sister. But perhaps hate would have been kinder then neglect.
Note: This is based off the theory that Pierro is Kaeya's father, and that the Tsaritsa is collecting gnosis to rebel against celestia
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Chapter 2: Watchers in The Wall
night gathers and now my watch begins
Mondstat. The Great City of Wind and Wine. Full of Songs and Bards and Freedom to do as one wishes.
It felt real, sitting atop the tallest windmill in the main city, looking down at the people, packing up their things to go to home. Take a rest, eat dinner. The simplicity and uniqueness of every person she took a glance at made her smile, just a little.
The things she never got to enjoy, will never get to experience without casting a cautious glance back.
The things she has protected on behalf of others. While everyone goes to bed, only two people remain awake
it shall not end until my death.
While Diluc takes the supposed mysterious and lowkey job of a vigilante, she takes it as an opportunity to gather information. Get blackmail, intel. Interrogate
She cared not for the wellbeing of others who would not give a shit about hers, had they seen her in danger. Diluc was glorified hero, whilst Lady Albrich, and to her dismay, Her brother Kaeya—were most skilled in strategy and scheme. More her then him, since he too had decided to join the Knights, an incapable lot if you asked her
I shall take no wife, hold no lands. father no children
The last door shut, and her watch began. Pulling a hood over her head, she took a seemingly leisurely walk down the walls of mondstat. Heels clicking, loudly, challengingly, and yet it had no source.
Since the beginning of the end of Autumn in Mondstat, this sound had been one repeating almost every night. It faded to one wall and became louder in the other, surrounding the city and taking it hostage in its grasp
i shall wear no crowns. win no glory
It was eerie, irritating to the ear until it made you wanna scream to drown out the sound. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore....
i am the shield that guards the realms of men
It stopped, and seemingly turned into a specific intersection before fading into its victims home.
Today, it was Mikail. For the time being he was no victim but an ally. A Fatuus stationed in Mondstat to report back to his superior, and the intel would get to Lord Tartaglia.
It was amusing really. The ginger truly was a puppy to play fetch with. The Fatui had seemingly bored Mondstat and decided to keep a lazy eye on it. Up until recently when Y/N had made her next move. Did Pierro order more personnel into the city of freedom to watch her.
i am the sword in the darkness
And Mikhail, was to be her plaything until she got all she needed.
Men like him were so easy, anything for a person with a set of tits. Especially when war and violence is added into the equation. Soldiers throw themselves at women's feet for a chance to bask in pleasure before the pain
And Y/N knew how to play them to her needs. Her brothers were aware of her silver tongue, it seemed to run deep in Albrich family. What else she did though, was up to their imagination
Despite hating their little sister they never wanted to acknowledge the sinful things she did. The rumors that went about. They decided to close an ear when it came to things that made their skin crawl to think about her being in. Diluc couldn't give two shits about her fairs until it involved violence. Only then would he almost sound like he cared. Since he didn't pay mind to it when it was his brother the culprit.
Tsk, Tsk. Father wouldn't be pleased
The so-called gentlemen he raised broke up the family they had. How sad
Nonetheless, she knocked a pattern on the door, and was instantly let in by an all too eager, silver-haired male.
Y/N chuckled, "Eager are we? You know what I want Mikhail, do it for me and ill give you what you want." Luckily, this was her last day in his home.
He gazed up with wondrous but annoyed eyes. "Later Later, please i really need you today." He gripped onto her arm, tugging her. But she didn't budge
Y/N lifted her foot off the ground and shoved it into his chest, making him sit, keeping a steady hold on his lower stomach with it. "I won't give you anything if you aren't good to me. That's only fair." He sighed, raising his bare arms in surrender.
"The Balladeer has been turned into a God in Sumeru, soundly defeated by the Traveler however."
She raised a brow, "The Jester allowed this? Doesn't he have hate to all archons and adepti? Even his snow queen gets the stink eye."
"It was an experiment, if they could use it to infiltrate and further progress to Her Majesty The Tsaritsa's goal, it was nothing him and The Doctor couldn't tinker with."
"Is that so? Do you know where The Doctor is now? I heard he returned to Scheznaya." She let go of him and began to take off her coat and heels, making herself comfortable.
Quickly, he hurried to tell her what he had. "Yes, he is. Reporting to Her Majesty, He doesn't plan to leave soon. Make haste." Mikhail grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. Tackling her back to the couch he sat on a moment ago.
Within a few hours the last of her deal with the Fatuus was exchanged. Drying her hair as she quietly walked back into the bedroom, Y/N crouched down to the floor, instead of making a rukus to put her clothes back on, she began to fill a syringe in her bag with polluted water.
It was easy work. Slipping the needle into his arm pressing down gently and watched his body shiver and writhe while she took her time putting her clothes back on.
i am the watcher in the walls
She grabbed her bag and her cloak and quietly stepped out of his home, heels clicking once more as she began to make her way out of mondstat and to her home in Springvale.
"There you are~ " Spoke a voice deep, and familiar. Mocking and angry. She stopped and her glare set on her face naturally.
Turning around, she raised her chin high and looked down her nose.
"Mr. Ragnvindr, to what do I owee the pleasure on this fine night? Out for a stroll..
Darknight Hero?"
Night Gathers and now my watch begins
I hereby pledge my life to King Irmin and the homeland . For this Night, and All nights to come.
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