Revoked Privileges

actually, one final thought - yandere diluc who wants a portrait painted of you but needs someone who will be . . . discreet. kaeya, when diluc very very carefully pokes around the idea without giving anything away, recommends albedo.

albedo is as beautiful as his art. and though you are never left alone with him - adelinde watches over you - you cannot help but be charmed by his soft smile and his blunt open-ended words (so different from diluc’s own delusional insistence that he loves you, that he is protecting you, that this is necessary). you cannot help but look forward to seeing him.

(the portrait is almost scandalous - having adelinde there and hearing of albedo’s reputation has made diluc bold. a draping white chiffon gown shows bare shoulder, milky white pearls around your throat - a gift from diluc, with a centre pendant of rubies for a splash of his colour - emphasising the swell of your chest and the line of your shoulder).

albedo is not clueless. he picks up on tiny context clues most would miss; contrives to ask adelinde to fetch him some water one day, or cause some other disturbance, and asks you flat-out if you are captive. tells you of his little cabin on dragonspine that he can find a way to spirit you off to, if you only say the word. that afterwards he will help you rebuild a life and keep you safe from diluc, he is a knight, you can trust his word—

(you are lovely to look at, a perfect muse. interested in him. gentle and warm and soft. you ignite a feeling in albedo he does not yet understand, spurred on all the more by bare shoulders and soft fabrics. he thinks this is what it is to want).

a cabin on dragonspine is just another cage. at least albedo does not placate you with empty whispers about how he is doing this for you. when you call albedo a monster, he simply tilts his head to one side and continues his sketching. if you ever were to try and escape . . . well. you would not get very far, would you?

Disorder [Yandere Xiao x Reader]

Title: Disorder [Yandere Xiao x Reader]

Synopsis: Xiao is not often injured. Yet the words that come out of your mouth are unmistakable: “You’re sick.”

For Horrorfest request: Xiao +’ We’re only as sick as our secrets ’

Word Count: 1095

Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of non-graphic noncon

Xiao is not often injured. Not seriously. Yes, there has been blood… much blood… spilled over the years–and the years and the years and the years. It’s not cockiness for him to consider the fact that, for the most part, he comes away from his missions, from his fights, only barely scratched by the swords and hands and magic of others.

That strength and resilience, in the face of it all–especially in the face of his own karma, fire-hot and painful–is exactly what pushed him towards the edge when it came to you. What sent him over that frail, teetering cliff and made him take the final step to keep you safe. 

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kiki... i've been thinking a lot these days about virgin!xiao having a helping hand coming from zhongli to lose this virginity of his because 1. zhongli knows xiao wants to lose it but barely knows how to act or what to say when hes around a normal human and 2. can you imagine xiao being all flustered being watched by zhongli while pumping inside his cute crush? it'd be cute!

big, big, biiig kiss for you anon, virgin!xiao is just as good as virgin!itto i know for sure!!1!1

it's almost certain that zhongli was going to try to get you and xiao together in an enclosed place in liyue, preferably with an obvious bed, thinking that this way the adeptus would be able to strike up a conversation with you and perhaps even manage to lose his virginity as well, but xiao could barely give you anything more than short answers; he likes you, a lot, he likes you so much that he can hardly think of anyone else but you while visiting the outskirts of The Harbor, but xiao couldn't really understand how to behave around humans even after the old Fatui plan.

this being said, zhongli was going to start getting worried that xiao was too nervous in your presence alone while watching "from afar" through a small crack in the door and was inevitably going to intervene as soon as the adeptus, who was usually so polished and had an impeccable posture, started running over his own words and even fell down sitting on the edge of the bed because you had approached him too much.

you were so close to getting what you wanted with xiao, you couldn't pass up the chance zhongli gave you just now!

"i see that you seem to be having trouble today, xiao," zhongli's voice would reverberate through the room and both you and xiao would immediately look to the door; each with a shiver running down your back to call your own, "not being able to relax?"

xiao would almost bolt as he spoke breathlessly, "zhongli-daren...? why are you—"

it was almost humiliating to be caught in this situation by someone he respects so much, xiao's cheeks tinged red so quickly and it was the first time you saw him blush.

"shall i help you? you seem to be having such a hard time, xiao," zhongli says as he approaches you and puts a hand on your shoulder, as if to say that 'now you must dance to his tune'.

and you have indeed done so, perhaps this was the best decision you ever made in your life.

it was only a matter of time before xiao snapped out of his nervousness at zhongli's presence and was assaulting your lips like a hungry beast as his fingers trailed down your back and shoulders ready to tangle in your clothes and throw them to the floor.

zhongli is all the while leading and advising you both, even taking xiao's hand between your legs and silently helping him learn how to touch you, how to caress your inner thighs and play with your clit and your folds; xiao that day discovered that he loves it when your bunch of nerves throbs against his fingers and more slick leaks from your dripping hole as your hips try to force themselves against his hand. he feels proud to be the one making you feel so good, even though he recognizes that without zhongli he wouldn't know how to do it the right way.

and you on the other hand would be feeling so full just with his long fingers going back and forth inside you, caressing your sensitive walls and even learning to curve against your sweetest spot. xiao has very good hands, even too soft for someone who is wielding a polearm most of the time.

as soon as you were about to cum, zhongli would take the liberty of rubbing your clit while xiao fingerfucked you. he wanted to give the yaksha the opportunity to get to see you cum at least once before you were milking around his dick.

you would barely realize that you are clinging to zhongli's shoulders with the head resting against one of his shoulders until the orgasm washes over your body and the geo archon holds you down and keeps you from falling away from xiao, who would be completely mesmerized by the way your face contorts in bliss and your walls clench massively around his slender fingers.

it was the first time for him that there was a real need to have something around his cock, something warm, soft, moist, tight just like your beautiful pussy that was now pulsating completely in his hand.

this need for xiao was fulfilled soon after, when zhongli instructed him to lay you down on the bed and pull your hips gently against his and then slide into you calmly, but calmly? that was the last thing the yaksha could have, he needed now, immediately, to be inside you and zhongli realized that xiao was going to give in to his own desires by the possessive way his hands gripped your waist and pulled you back.

"no, no, xiao, you need to be careful with her," the former geo archon speaks up and grabs the yaksha's waist before he has time to push himself inside you, stopping him, "do it slow, 'kay? slow 'n nice, I promise you'll be able to feel her soon enough."

and then zhongli slowly pulled xiao's hips forward, in the direction of yours, leading and controlling his movements, sliding him inside you so slowly that you could feel every inch and vein of his long shaft.

xiao groans loudly, feeling all thoughts inside his head fade away. so hot and tight, so this is a real pussy, ready to be pounded and stained white inside? it was almost a paradise for him, a yaksha.

in a failed attempt to get out of zhongli's grip, xiao tries to force himself forward, deeper inside you, but having his chance ruined by the archon's hand still on his waist, the adept whimpers, "z-zhongli-daren, please, I—gotta ngh, please, can I? 'S so good 'n—"

his voice turns into a moan as you tighten around him just as zhongli lifts your face by the chin to make sure you're okay.

"mhm, you can, xiao, go on," the archon whispers and xiao mewls in appreciation before he begins to push himself into you with all the remaining strength in his body.

xiao can't yet maintain a rhythm just inside your pussy, but he learns for himself that he loves the feeling of almost completely pulling out to let only his puffy tip inside, and then shoving it all the way back in and feeling your walls swallowing him up ravenously; all while his eyes roll back and several moans escape from deep in his throat.

the smack of skin against skin started to get louder and louder as xiao rutted into you and not even zhongli was immune to the desire as he watched the two of you turn into a mess of drool, slick and precum on that bed.

he could hardly believe himself as he noticed the bulge between his legs caused by a simple loss of virginity, it was the first time in a long while that zhongli felt like a pervert and he had forgotten how good it felt.

it became even harder to control himself when xiao's lust-infused eyes rose up to meet zhongli's and seek the approval of the person they admired the most; xiao wanted to know if he was doing it right, if he was fucking you the way he should.

and the archon god nods as he opens a small smile sideways, "you're doin' great, xiao, don't stop until you're sure you've filled her completely, okay? you'll know you've done a good job when she's cumming again 'n you can watch her leak."

just then, zhongli bends down toward you and takes your face by the chin again, watching your lips glisten with saliva. it was almost a sin to see them useless now that xiao was fucking you like a beast.

his eyes went from your mouth to the bulge between his legs, his head denied from side to side trying to push the thought away and you barely gave time for the thought to be destroyed completely, opening your lips and wrapping them around his long fingers, sucking on them slowly.

a smile appears on the archon's angelic face, his face tilting toward yours and he whispers the following in your direction, "who knows another time, yeah? you are doing so well for our xiao and it'd be a shame if i stole all his attention, don't you think?"

— genshin m.list!

OHOHO…I see you liked puppy yan… NOW TIME FOR KITTY YAN!!

kitty yan who you also take in after perhaps walking past them at a hybrid shelter?? you were never planning to have more than one pet, (i mean, you weren’t even planning to take in puppy yan either, it just sorta… happened) but you see the cutie in the window and have to stop by!! there learn that this particular kitty has been brought back to the shelter and abandoned multiple times for its… attitude. despite this, and the workers giving you very doubtful stares as you sign the adoption papers, you still want to give it your best!! you were determined not to give up on this poor poor kitty :((

when you get back home, puppy yan is near tears and knocks you over in a giant bear (puppy) hug, tail furiously wagging, the moment you step through the front door!! they were waiting for you for FOREVER, they missed you so so much, what took you so lo-

what’s that smell?

puppy yan stops in their tracks abruptly, sniffing you. you smelled like another hybrid. puppy yan IMMEDIATELY deflates and starts whimpering. we’re you with other hybrids other than them? you sigh and figure this is as good a time as any to tell your pup that they’re going to get a new friend soon. a kitty, to be exact.

and puppy is DISTRAUGHT. when i tell you they leave your arms and run away in a mess of tears and whines and cries, something they’ve never done EVER, since they insist on being stuck to you like glue whenever you’re home. you can hear them sobbing in their pet bed they never use (since they always insist sleeping in your room) and you feel strangely guilty, but your decision is set. still, you feel for your poor pup and begin walking towards the source of their cries so that you can begin damage control (even though the damage has already been done!! in puppy’s eyes… you’re replacing them.)

you try to explain that kitty yan reminded you so much of puppy when you first saw them. alone, scared, and very untrusting of the world. you just wanted to help, seeing as how puppy yan had gotten so much better under your care since you first met them. you thought you could do the same with kitty yan, you tell puppy. but they’re still not convinced. since you began your half apology/explanation, they’ve moved into your lap and buried their face into your neck. theyre quite big and don’t fit in your arms completely, but that just means you have to hold them tighter, so they don’t mind. still, your arms don’t bring them as much comfort as they usually do. all they can think about is the new cat coming to take their place. theyre going crazy with worry and grief, they’re not sure if they could share you!!

meanwhile, back at the shelter, a very love struck kitty sits in its cage. when kitty yan saw you through the bars of their kennel today, they swear they fell in love. they adored the way you scratched their ears and promised them a better home with you. eyes glazing over in love and hope, they dream of the day where they would finally be in your arms . you had to be different from all their previous owners, right? you were just so angelic and perfect… you wouldn’t get rid of them like the rest… right? right?

OHHHHH i could go on about this forever. how puppy will continue to sulk in the days leading up to kittys arrival. how kitty will react to puppy being at your place, somethjnf they didn’t expect!! how puppy and kitty would fight for your attention and spot on the bed. ohhh the possible angst and possessive yandere possibilities!! AAAAAA

ALSO PLSPLSPS U CALLING ME HORNY. i mean ik ur right but still. get ur head out of the gutter, sunny!! GET. IT. OUT!!! chami is onto you!!!

- sunny <3

i imagine puppy yan would regularly kick kitty yan right off the bed because, well, kitty yan is smaller and is much easier to cuddle and the first few nights with them together is difficult! puppy yan is pouting, kitty yan is trying to sleep on top of you, its hot and humid, both of them keep fighting but eventually, they both finally fall asleep and the heat dies down and you finally get to sleep while being cuddling on both sides,, <3 so sweet!

and then the daily fighting starts. puppy yan tries to get you alone for some 'private' time, kitty yan ruins it, kitty yan tries to snuggle with you and then literally gets stepped on, the only time theres peace is when its their daily nap time!

i think that they would start getting along pretty quickly though after both of them realize how much you love each of them (and after they realize its rly rly fucking hot watching the other please you)

after that, they get scary. you complain about someone at work? well, kitty yan is brave enough to leave the house and puppy yan is willing to go anywhere as long as someone is with them (both of them are scared of getting lost so they both write down your address on their arms... despite having it on their collars...) and, well, no one is going to question you when the annoying coworker dies and no one would believe kitty yan or puppy yan did it! its a win win!

and its just so cute, imagining them sandwiching you, both so needy and desperate for you,,, <3 i also think kitty yan wouldnt have as high of a libido as puppy yan (but still v high) so when you arent home and puppy yan is feeling so, so lonely, kitty yan is more than happy to put your clothes on and provide some 'comfort' ;3

and if you walk in on them, kitty yan is just so embarrassed and tries to hide their face and puppy yan just cant stop pounding into them, face pressed against their chest so they can smell your shirt, tail going nuts and if puppy yan looks up and sees you? they just lose it!

or just imagine coming home from work to kitty yan laying on the couch in your clothes, a completely fucked out look on their face, legs spread, TV still playing those "Calming Video For Pets" videos and puppy yan pouncing on you, tail wagging, just so so happy youre back home. so cute!!

and dont worry about having your mind in the gutter, sunny!!! mine is too <3

I would sell my left kidney to have some mafia boss Venti content

content warning: yandere, possessive behaviour, unequal power dynamic. reader disrection is advised.

Okay, I've had this thought before! Because Venti's definitely the one who seems super happy-go-lucky—the type to murder someone in cold blood, but smiling as though he were playing a game, humming all the while a cheerful tune under his breath. The type to use extremely thin blades hidden away everywhere on his body in secret pockets no one knows. He's short, but he’s earned a reputation. The throwing-knife, stabby kind. And he likes to make his toys sing.

So how I imagine the backstory is that you’re an investigator that’s managed to worm your way into the family, working right under the boss himself—the same boss that’s been so unknown to your department, who’s so mysterious that no-one even knew their name, outside of the top family members.

How it begins is this: in the city of Tevyat, there are seven prominent groups in the underground. You've been sent on a mission to infiltrate the ones that call themselves Mondstadt, the so-called freedom fighters (though fighting for what freedom, you’re not sure). How you actually get in though, is far from the usual orthodox ways afforded to investigators of working their ways up to meeting the leaders. The higher-ups of the organization were exclusive and hidden, the boss of the family even moreso.

But of all the bosses in Teyvat—archons, the populace calls them, since they’re similar to magistrates in that they set down the unspoken laws of the underground—the Mondstadt archon is the most unknown one. In fact, there had been rumours he’d already been killed, or stuck in a coma, or some other tragic event. The head of the Mondstadt group is now Jean, who’s inherited it from the old guard composed of people like Varka, but she’s not the archon, which tells you that the Mondstadt archon hasn’t been killed at all. Not if the title was still used on some hidden piece no one knew. It seems that the archon’s just extremely laissez-faire in the governing of his group.

Unknown this archon may be, but somehow, through a stroke of luck, you end up saving someone with connections to him. Not that you were aware; you merely thought he was an eccentric singer. His name is Venti, and you save him from a cat, of all things, the little kitten circling the frightened man who keeps sneezing and shooing it away. My saviour, he positively sings it when he inspects you up and down after the offending kitten has been safely given back to its own (a little girl in red, who has quite an explosive imagination). There’s this gleam in his teal eyes when he calls your name, a sure sign of a mischievous trickster. That should have been the first sign. But you suspect nothing of his darker roots, taken in by his boyishly handsome looks. 

You still think he’s a normal civilian, so when Venti insists on rewarding you for your bravery (it shall be sung in ballads, he says with a smirk) by bringing you to a fancy dinner party as his guest, you accept reluctantly. Not because you want to go, but more so because this man sticks around you like sticky rice, refusing to let himself from your side even as you’re making your investigations. when you tell him you’re busy with matters. The excuse was that you’re interested in joining the Mondstadters, and that’s when his eyes twinkle. “Oh? Why would you want to associate with a bunch of thugs?”

“I think their philosophy is interesting,” you tell him half-truths, something about seeking power and admiring the Mondstadt archon and freedom in joining their group. If it could even be called freedom, how many rules and regulations the families set down in order to prevent territory wars.

“I see!” Venti claps his hands together. “Maybe you’ll find the party useful then! It has quite a number of notable attendants. Perhaps their connections will help you.”

“Notable? You mean like celebrities?”

“…you could say that!” Venti says while laughing.

Strangely enough, even though Venti’s broke—you’ve seen the poor state of his wallet, nary a penny to his name—he manages to send you this expensive suit set, complete with this little brooch at the lapel, emerald gem pinned, a pattern of the wind etched onto it. You don’t think much of it, much more aghast at the fact that Venti was able to afford this item—he could barely pay for his drinks whenever he dragged you to the bar with him, and even then, you paid for him half the time. The other half of the time consists of Venti putting the drinks on his tab and getting scolded for it by the red-haired bartender. So shocked were you, you don’t even ponder how it is that he knew where you lived. After moving to a new location because of this assignment, you’ve never told anybody your new home.

You attend the party. Grasping at straws, because the secrets of the boss were so highly protected, you sigh and make yourself decent enough to go. When you hand in the invitation, the guards at the front widening their eyes at the chicken-scratch of Venti’s writing, they let you in without a fuss, even bowing profusely at you as you step through the door. Rich people are weird, and it seems like the people they hire are even weirder, you think absentmindedly as you wander around the halls of this luxurious mansion. People give you a wide berth, occasionally glancing at the emerald gem you keep touching in some semblance of comfort at your lapel. 

It’s when you try to get to one of the break rooms to rest your feet that you finally understand what Venti meant when he said there may be “prominent figures”. Because the person you almost knock over is the acting boss of the family, Jean.

She’s there, apologizing so softly, so politely, as you try to keep yourself from showing any of your shock on your face, your heart about to leap out of your mouth, beating so violently against your ribcage you think you may be ill. That’s when Venti pops in, that disarming smile, as always, present on his face. He’s surely laughing on the inside at your thoughts right now, racing so fast you struggle to keep up.

“So that’s your person, sir,’ Jean says, as Venti wraps his arm around your neck in a friendly hold—friendly only to him though, because you were finally beginning to understand. “You should keep a better watch. In this place… you never know who could take advantage.”

His.. person? Sir? The horror of the situation finally dawns itself on you, puzzle pieces sliding into place, as Venti nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck—an intimate gesture you’d gotten used to, having known him for months now, but only now does it make your mouth dry. Not with anticipation, no, but a deep unsettling dread that lodges itself in your throat. 

“It’s okay,” Venti says to Jean, the smile never leaving his face. His eyes shift to the brooch at your lapel, and his arm lets your neck go, sliding around your waist instead, pulling you toward him. “Everyone we’ve invited should know better than to displease the archon of Mondstadt, don’t you think? Not if they don’t want to get a knife in their eyes, I’d think. I do enjoy the loudness of their screams though.”

Jean shrugs, nonplussed at his violent words. “Whatever you say, sir. I’ll be going now. The guests will need to be watched extensively, after all.”

You watch her leave, and finally you open your mouth.

“What just… No, who are you?” 

Venti grins. “You said you wanted to join us, didn’t you?” His grip around your waist gets tighter, and you’re acutely aware that despite his slight form, he’s strong. Too strong for you to do anything about his touch, how his fingers are tapping on your hip bone a rhythm to an unknown song. “As your new boss, I must say…”

He leans into your ear, warm breath caressing the shell of your ears, voice sing-song with a smug satisfaction, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”

You swallow. You hadn’t even agreed to joining—but isn’t this what you’ve been working toward? So you smile weakly, say, “Likewise,” and pretend that his eyes are not sparkling at how your full attention is on him. Pretend that the kiss he presses to your cheek is just a friendly gesture—and not a mark of possession, like the one he’s pinned to the lapel of your suit, like the bruises you’ll find on your neck in the future, when Venti makes you sing like he’s always wanted.

Of Mice and Men [Yandere L x Reader]

Title: Of Mice and Men [Yandere L x Reader]

Synopsis: It’s not your first escape plan. But it is the first one that involves attempting to seduce your captor in a bid for freedom. Commissioned piece.

Word Count: 2777

notes: yandere, NSFW, dubcon, mentions of stalking/stalker behavior

It’s not the first time you’ve plotted an escape. You’ve tried a few dozen times, though you–obviously, considering where you still are, and who you’re still stuck with–have yet to succeed.

But this time… this time you’re going to play L at his own mind games. Mind-fuck-games, more like it, and the sarcastic phrase has so much more meaning now that you’ve decided on what you’re going to do.

You’re going to seduce L.

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loving you keeps me alive - reader x ghost!dainsleif, 4.4k

your little house in monstadt is cheap, and though there are rumours about why … you ignore them, much as you ignore the whispers that something is not quite right. instead, you think about the night-time; and the handsome blond man who comes to you in dreams.

cw: not sfw, minors dni. dubious consent. yandere behaviour, somnophilia, stalking, self-hate (dainsleif towards himself), haunting, non-consensual touching. cunnilingus, piv sex. manipulation, deaths mentioned in passing. jealousy. reader is afab, but no pronouns or gendered terms are used.

[a/n: my kinktober masterlist can be found here. dain my soggy soggy beloved]

Dainsleif doesn’t think he really remembered what living felt like, until you moved in. 

Not that you can call this strange in-between existence ‘living’ - his time as a true mortal has long since passed. But as Celestia has cursed him to not move on … he has spent his years and centuries since then haunting these same four walls, unable to pass the doorway without finding himself bent over in pain. He has grown to know every plank of wood that makes up the little home in Monstadt - every creaking floorboard, the step on the stairs the landlord has replaced no less than three times because tenants kept simply putting their foot through.

Oh, others have tried to make this their home.

But Dainsleif values his privacy, and uses what little power he still has left to ensure that they do not stay for long.

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pantalone always made a habit of asking if you wanted anything from him before going about the rest of his day. 

opulence is his vice that you’re forced to consume alongside him — he won’t stop pestering until you give in. throughout his years, he’s witnessed many courtships, his main takeaway being that gifts are well-received. the thoughtfulness that goes into making these gifts so special in the first place… he’s never been able to grasp that element of it. hence why he grants you the privilege of dictating what you want. and it is a privilege. the destitute upbringing he had makes him sensitive to you freely rejecting what he would’ve killed to have. 

you don’t want to feed his fantasies, but that just won’t do; he may cling to his pride but you cannot. 

you must ask for savory meals prepared by the finest chefs or you will be fed gruel. if you do not explicitly request fine clothes fit for royalty you will be dressed in tattered fabric. everything that was ever your possession must be upgraded, so he may prove what you worked for pales in comparison to his own wealth. it’s a constant battle between preserving yourself or allowing him to mold you to his preference. 

every morning, he comes to part the veil hanging over your bed, waking you from a dreamless slumber. and just like every morning before that, the first question on his lips is as such: 

“what shall it be today? i do hope you’ve been giving it plenty of thought.” 

⸸ The Beholder, the Arbiter, and the Executioner ⸸

(A Yandere AU where I turned the Black Forest Birbs of Lobotomy Corporation into controlling eldritch husbands. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Characters: Big Bird/O-02-40, Judgement Bird/O-02-62, and Punishment Bird/O-02-56, GN L-Corp Agent (S/O)

Contains: anthropomorphized Abnormalities, the birds are brothers, polyamory (at least their attempt at it), slight codependency, unhealthy relationships, jealousy, possessiveness, mentions of torture, controlling behavior, intimidation, power imbalance, domination

Description: I said at some point about writing the idea of the birds sharing a darling, and now, I finally have. Well, here it is, loves.

Word Count: 1500+

It was an agreement. An arrangement of sorts. One that left the brothers pondering, wondering if this was truly the right decision.

Unsurprisingly, it was Judgement Bird that proposed the idea. The little one was too jealous and demanding to ever think of it, and the brawnier of them all wasn’t the sort to take the initiative. But of course, even the fair avian had trouble accepting it. As much as he liked to play the role of a fair sage, the Bird of Judgement had his reservations.

Unfortunately, this was the only solution that most of them could benefit from, and the only one of the two that included him. Had he been more selfless, perhaps he might have allowed his brothers to do what they will with the human. But no.

He wanted his share.

Understandably, the target of their affections couldn’t care less about the conclusion they have come to. They were doomed either way, regardless of who got to keep them. Having three ‘guardians’ didn’t change much from anything they already did as an Agent.

But at least they still had Big Bird

Out of the three, the human found O-02-40 the easiest to approach. Gentle, kind, afraid. It was rather immoral to take advantage of his timidity, but they would be lying if they said they didn’t feel empowered by it.

It was ironic, really. Despite being a monster, he was the one who would cling onto them like a baby chick would to its mother. Then, he would ask them about the bloodstains, about the tears on their uniform, and-was that another Abnormality's EGO gift?

The entire time, his heavy, ink-black arms would be wrapped around their waist, holding them close to his chest.

“Had the beast come?”

His grip would loosen slightly only after seeing them shake their head with a smile.

“No. Don’t worry about it.”

It was quite obvious that the Agent favoured him. Not that the human would choose from any of them if they had a choice on the matter, but this was enough.

Enough to make him burn with pride and make his eyes shine more radiantly than gold.

Enough to make the other two green with envy.

He won’t deny that he was scatterbrained, but his skull wasn’t so thick that he couldn’t notice the red glint in his brother’s eyes whenever he and their beloved were together. Punishing Bird had always been that sibling who wanted more than what everyone had.

Perhaps once, he always gave in to his brother, but for once, the hulking avian was adamant about keeping his share.

Big Bird was a compassionate creature at heart. It was why he could never deny his brothers, even if he knew they were only manipulating him to get what they wanted. This time, however, his desire to protect the human was stronger.

How convenient. It made his chest warm that the human preferred him over the others—even if it was because they had no choice. That alone was enough reason for him to be…selfish.

If the many-eyed avian wasn’t asking about the ‘Beast’, then he was inquiring the human about their work, about the various Abnormalities they had met up with, and of course, the Birds.

“How are they doing? Is his neck still aching? I bet it is with that terrible posture of his.”

“Has Little B returned what he stole from you yet? Hehe, I saw you frantically searching around the facility for it, silly. Of course, I know.”

“Those scars around your neck. Did he…no, no, you would have told me if he did.”

“They hadn’t done anything to hurt you at all…right?”

He might attempt to play it off as simple, ‘brotherly’ concern, but his unblinking eyes said otherwise.

This was how the Agent discovered that he was capable of being manipulative. Not that they found it worth fretting about. The hulking avian was still the epitome of a birdbrain. Just say nothing but positive things about his brothers, and he would back off. That was what the human had been doing for a long time now, and it always worked.

At leas that was what the Agent preferred to believe.

Every time they left his containment unit, they would swear they saw the glow in his eyes dim.

They could only wonder just how much of his ignorance was genuine…and how much of it was feigned.

But O-02-56 was…different.

For someone whose eldritch form looked like a swab of cotton, the Abnormality was a wrecking ball. A force to be reckoned with. He hated to be belittled, so he became someone who could bite off more than he needed.

He and Big Bird were complete opposites.

Punishing Bird was, true to his name, fueled by retribution. Nothing brought the fair-feathered avian greater satisfaction than inflicting divine punishment on those he deemed a sinner. Whereas his brother felt genuine concern for the welfare of others, he was just vindictive.

But was that really the case? Or was it just bias from the human’s perspective?

No, he really was just that.

There was no deeper meaning behind his cruelty nor actions. There was no sympathetic story to explain as to why he is especially brutal and merciless in his ways. He was just efficient at what he did.

After all, what was punishment but a righteous means of instilling fear?

That wasn’t to say that he was evil. Ultimately, no Abnormality could be truly called that. Such labels only applied to humans. Though they originated from the latter, they were ultimately nothing like them. For instance, could one call an organ extracted from its host ‘human’?

And just like that organ, the Bird of Punishment could only do what it knew best. A heart won’t stop beating until the end even after it left the body, and he won’t stop punishing sinners either, even if he was no longer the Executuoner of the Black Forest.

Disciplining and hurting others still felt natural to him. Not that he would ever do it to his brothers—because in his eyes, they could do no wrong. Pain was just how he showed he cared for others, truly. He only wished the best for everyone, and by inflicting enough of it, he believed he will frighten them away from becoming the Beast.

But as for his beloved?

His very human, very sinful little seedling?

It was almost maddening how much his mouth watered. His true one.

Perhaps it was because he saw the human slacking while on duty, or because they were prone to mental breakdowns at the worst times possible (seeing the death of a friend isn’t an excuse to panic).

Or perhaps it was because he knew, deep down, that his little seedling would never love him?

That rather than a confidant, the human saw him as their captor, tormentor, a scourge in their life?

He knew. The human might try to hide it, but he knew.

It was hard not to when his brother, who they should see as another one of their ‘captors’, was instead treated better. He would dare to even say that Big Bird was the only one they truly liked. They could never conceal the spark in their eyes whenever their manager orders them to come to him. It was…baffling.

So, was it really a wonder why he just itches to hurt them? Why he wants to leave deep, bleeding lines down their back for his brother to see?

‘No fair. You can’t just sign an agreement and reap all the benefits for yourself, big bro.’

He wondered if the human even knew what his brother was truly like. Were they aware that only desperation and a crippling fear of loss lied within him? That had they left him on his own devices, the Beholder would have decapitated them a long time ago?

Punishing Bird would never tell them that, of course. He understood at the very least that the arrangement relied on what little fondness the human had for him.

For now, he was just content knowing that even the Great Bird of Judgement didn’t have any luck with love.

The human neither disliked nor hated O-02-62. Rather, they feared the Arbiter.

Even with half of his face covered in bandages and his eyes gone, there was this perpetual feeling of being observed. Around him, the air feelt so thick that it was suffocating just to be near him.

The avian might call them ‘his’, but that was only on paper. The way he treated them wasn’t any different from how a warden would abuse his prisoner.

If they so much as act out of place, falter in their actions, or break one of his many bizarre and irrational ‘laws’, the human would find themselves bleeding from every part of their body, skin torn, their blood pooling on the concrete floor beneath them.

On his most merciful days, the most he would do was wrap his ink-black fingers around their neck, and just slightly, very slightly, press his talons into their skin. On his worst…well. Truth be told, they couldn’t even guess the worst he could do.

There were many ways one could torment another with a long line of barbed rope, after all, and he hadn’t even done half of them yet.

The tall and noble avian would say that he did all of it out of love. That he acted cold and calloused because he mustn’t let his own feelings cloud his judgement. As far as the human could tell, he was telling the truth when he said he would rather get himself executed than do anything to truly, irreparably hurt their beloved.

In his abnormal mindset, he truly believed that all those floggings and sessions of strangulation was for the best, and not even Punishing Bird was fit for the task.

Unsurprisingly, the three often fought a lot.

Big Bird furious about the new scars on his beloved’s skin. Punishing Bird about how greedy the former was being. Even the Bird of Judgement had trouble keeping his composure.

It shouldn’t be so relieving to see. Seeing the conflict shouldn’t bring them so much joy, but it did.

Because as long as they were too busy, too immersed in their fights and arguments, trying to drag their human doll from one containment unit to the other, they could feel relief.

Even if they wound up being torn apart in the process, even if they might not survive, anything was better than the alternative.

Should the Beholder, the Arbiter, and the Executioner ever come to the same conclusion…one could only imagine what would happen should the advent of the Apocalypse comes true.

It is honestly embarrassing how long I've been wanting to write this idea down, and now that I have, I don't consider it enough. I might write more on this scenario.

Anyway, if you have read this far, I would like to say thank you~

scaramouche being all huffy and "it's not like i like you or anything" is honestly kind of adorable (if you can ignore everything else about him lmao)

i wonder what would happen if darling accidentally let it slip that they think that? would he get angry, assuming he's being mocked? or would he get flustered after hearing that darling thinks he's cute?

personally, i think he'd start to get angry before the words process in his mind. then he probably turns red and replays the scene in his mind for the next few centuries

oh, he'd most definitely start voicing his dissent in very colorful terms.

adorable... the audacity of you. do you see these hands of his? do you know how many lives they have ended? how many they'll continue to take? not so adorable now, is he? ... right? please say yes. he wants to be taken seriously. he's starting to wonder if perhaps you've forgotten who you're dealing with, that maybe he's let you speak a little too freely. none of his admonition really sticks with you. you just wait for him to go through with his monologue and move onto the next thing.

it'd be a blow to his pride, undoubtedly. he has an image to maintain! you inadvertently condemned any fatui guards that may have been in the vicinity. they probably started perspiring aggressively the second the words left your lips. well, at least their families will get a generous payout from the tsaritsa for dying in the line of duty. what a dumb way to go though.

later that night, when the dust has settled and he's done stomping around, it'll hit him. hold on. wait just a moment. that was... a compliment, right? you complimented him? huh. well. in that case, he supposes he can forgive your transgression, just this once. his face is warmer than the inazuman sun come june.

consider yourself fortunate.