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Patronage For The Worthy - Incubus!Male!Reader x Nilou

A/N: This idea for the reader has been living in my mind rent free for a good chunk of time, and here it is. Hope everyone likes it!

CW: Cervix sex, Male!Reader

NSFW under the cut.

Nilou opens her eyes. Everything is dark around her. A small amount of light falls through her window, illuminating her covered feet a little. She feels a cold gust of air coming from somewhere to her left. She rubs her eyes, yawns, and sits up in bed. 

She looks around. The window is open, letting the cool summer air move the curtains. Nilou, dressed up in her nightgown, gets up and moves to close it. When she stands before the opening, she can’t help but look out at the city. It’s very late, so only a handful of people roam the streets, illuminated by street lanterns. She looks up at the starry sky, and marvels at the full moon. It’s so beautiful, she thinks. 

“Yes indeed. The moon looks incredible today.”

She freezes in sudden horror. Somebody is in her room. Her heart speeds up, and her chest feels heavy with stress. She slowly turns around.

A man is sitting on the edge of her bed. He has short, dark hair. He seems tall, however the way he is sitting, leaning forward while resting his forearms on his thighs make it hard to judge his true height. Small horns are visible through his hair. The pupils of his eyes glow lightly with a red shine. 

Her eyes go wide. She tries to back away, but she is soon stopped by the windowsill. Her breath speeds up.

“W-who are you? What a-are you? W-what do you want from m-me?!” Her voice cracks from fear. The man stands up, revealing his true height. He is much taller than her, and bigger too. His arms are thick and his shoulders are broad. He raises his large hands up slightly.

Nilou would be ready to use her Vision if it wasn’t this late, if his entry wasn’t so sudden, and if only he wasn’t so… huge. Nilou is certain that with a single swing of his powerful arms he could send her flying. She tries to move, but her body refuses. She is frozen as he approaches her.

“S-stay away! Don’t c-come any c-closer!” Her knees tremble, and she slowly lowers herself to the ground.

“Hey, hey. Stay calm. I mean no harm.” The demon’s voice is surprisingly… normal. It’s nothing like she expected. It’s deep, yes, but very human at the same time. But most of all, it’s calm and steady. Its tone is… oddly soothing.

Her heart starts slowing down against all reason. The man’s aura feels… comforting?

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you, alright? Deep breaths, Nilou.” 

With no other choice but to obey, Nilou nods. 

“O-okay… but don’t come any closer. Please.”

The demon crouches down to meet her eye level. In the darkness his eyes give off a faint, red glow. Her visitor shrugs.

“As you wish.”

It takes her a few solid moments to calm down. She takes in the posture of the demon. It’s relaxed and casual, much to her surprise. A soft smile is on his lips all the while. She finds the courage to speak.

“Who are you?”

“Well, as you can see… I’m a demon.” He smiles, revealing two sharp fangs in his mouth. Nilou shivers at how sharp they look.

“And why are you here?”

The demon laughs. “I’m just here to visit you, obviously. See… I have been watching your performances for quite some time now. I must say… they are quite… breathtaking.” His smile widens. Despite how strange this situation is, Nilou can’t help but blush a little at the praise.

“Thank you…”

“...And I believe that great work is to be rewarded properly. So here I am. For this night, you're my mistress. I will do everything you ask of me to the best of my ability.”

What the demon said is still being processed in her mind as he stretches out his left arm towards her. 

“I understand if you don’t trust me. That’s why I will give you my word. And incubi’s words are never empty.”

 Suddenly, his wrist starts glowing. Nilou is taken back by the sizzle and the smell of flesh being burned. The incubus remains still as her constellation is burned into his forearm. The unearthly fire dies down as suddenly as it arose, along with the smell. 

The demon sighs. 

"Now I am not allowed to do anything against your will. As well as this contract, I will provide you with my name. The one thing that allows one to control a demon completely. Call me… Y/N.”

“Y/N…” As she says the word, the demon’s eyes glow blue. “That’s a beautiful name.”

“Yours is as well, Nilou. Or… do you want me to call you anything else tonight?”

Nilou thinks for a moment, before replying. 

“Is it okay if you call me… ‘princess’?”

Y/N chuckles. “Of course, princess. It’s all about you tonight. Whatever you wish. ”

Nilou looks at Y/N again. His face bears a smug smile. She traces down to look at his body. It’s large and muscular, but most of it is covered by the casual gown he is wearing. All of his torso, except for a chest window. Before she can fully take it in, the demon speaks again.

“How about we sit somewhere more comfortable, princess Nilou?”

She gives a small nod. Suddenly, Y/N picks her up with one arm, completely effortlessly. She squeals in surprise. He gently lowers her to the bed, and sits beside her. As he does, the clothing parts, letting her see his entire chest. It’s very muscular, with six firm abs and well toned skin. She looks up and down Y/N, taking in his impressive physique. 

"Hey. My eyes are up here, princess." 

Nilou nearly jumps in surprise. Her eyes move from his face to the bed and to the floor in panic. Her cheeks flush red. 

"S-sorry…" She replies somewhat ashamed of how blatantly she was checking him out. 

The demon laughs. 

"Hey, it's okay. Do you like it?" 

"I… u-um… like it a lot." She is redder still, avoiding his smug gaze. 

He suddenly, but gently, grabs her hand, and pulls it to rest on his stomach. 

"You can touch it if you want to. I don't mind."

Nilou gulps. Despite what the demon said, there's still a little spark of worry lingering inside her mind. What if she makes a misstep, and touches him in a spot he doesn't like? He could do something to her… But she has to admit. It's kind of… exciting. To be able to touch such a beautiful body… 

She gently guides her hand along your stomach, feeling every small bump of your muscle. They are firm and hard, yet your skin is soft and warm. So pleasant to touch. She moves up, resting her hand between the breasts, and finds no heartbeat. 

"You… really are not mortal…" She moves up her other hand to your shoulders, gently parting the clothing even further. "May I…?" 

"Yes, feel free. Do what you want with me." You smile encouragingly. 

She removes your top completely, exposing your forearms. She moves closer to you, hands now guiding alongside your forearms. Nilou traces her fingers along the perfect curve of your biceps, taking in how hard, yet soft your flesh is. Her touch is gentle, almost feather light. 

Nilou looks at your face, and an idea suddenly pops into her mind. She lifts her left hand to rest on your cheek. With a slow and careful movement, she moves her thumb to your lips, gently parting them. Her mouth opens slightly as she caresses the teeth. She drags her digit down towards your tongue, and pushes it in slightly. You obediently suck on it, making her blush. 

Nilou clumsily mounts you, and you lean back. She sits on your stomach, and you can feel the heat radiating from her core. She sighs as you speed up your tongue work. Her other hand draws circles around your breast, gently rubbing against the nipple. You let out a soft moan as you surrender to her touch. 

The heat inside her is growing by the second. Y/N… Such a powerful being, big, strong… with nothing but a light press of his sharp teeth he could bite off her fingers, and yet here he is, worshiping her fingers. Such a beautiful creature, surrendering to her every whim… 

Nilou doesn't notice when her hips start moving up and down your abs. You, however, can feel all the wetness seeping through her pajama bottoms. Your hands move to hold her ass, gently helping her move. She gasps when she feels you move, and a small frown appears on her lips. Pleasure? Extortion? Dissatisfaction? You can't tell. 

She grabs your bigger hands and moves them to rest on the covers, pinning them down by the sides of your head. You let her lips find yours as she leans down. Your tongues intertwine, but you let her take the lead. In no time she is exploring your mouth, hips still bucking back and forth against your stomach. 

When she parts with you, hot, blushing and out of breath, you look down at her hips. Her nightgown bottoms are completely soaked in the crotch area. You purr, looking deep into her eyes. 

"Ah, you love that, princess Nilou, don't you?" 

She lets out a small moan, mouth now agape in hard earned pleasure. "Yes…" 

"Let me lend you a hand then."

Your eyes glow, and suddenly her clothes are gone, turned into black particles. This doesn't surprise or startle her. Instead, she just dives into your lips again, exposed pussy rubbing against your soft skin with twice the intensity now. She is too overcome with lust and desire to care, or feel even an ounce of shame. 

With an especially wide hip move, her core rubs against your bulge. In an instant, a new wave of desire overcomes her. Her nose takes in your beautiful, overwhelmingly hot smell, and she can feel that familiar itch between her legs. But this time, her fingers won't do the trick. 

"I want you, now… please… serve me w-with your body, Y/N…" 

Your eyes glow again, and your pants are completely gone in an instant, allowing your cock to spring free of its confines. Without delay, she grabs it in her hand. She rubs her palm against your head, gathering the slick and precum. Nilou timidly takes a whiff of your musk, and her eyes water at how strong it is. Wasting no time, she places your head against her entrance, and slowly, very slowly, starts pushing it in. 

She whines as your tip stretches her body. You move your hands to support her lower thighs, securing her movement. Her eyes flutter shut as she feels her insides being pushed apart, making space for your overwhelming length. She feels so full, so delightfully filled, and yet it's just the halfway point. She moves her hips up and down a little, sending waves of pleasure through the both of you. She moans lightly, hands gripping your shoulders for support. You can feel her fingers digging deeper and deeper into your skin with every millimeter of depth. 

Nilou runs out of breath for a second, before a sweet, loud yelp reaches your ears. You can feel a firm wall of flesh touching your cock. Her eyes roll back, and she falls on your chest, breathing heavily. Her cervix prevents you from going deeper, so you start moving your hips back. Gently, but firmly, you snap them back forward, striking her wall and earning a gasp from her. She digs her nails into you, drawing blood as you fuck her gently. 

Nilou soon convulses, her walls pulsing, throbbing and clenching around your shaft. With her first orgasm, any sense of boundary or restraint is gone. Despite her orgasm induced exhaustion, she starts moving again. You both moan in unison as Nilou lets go of her desires and rides you for another orgasm. 

And then another, and another until her body gave out on her. You left her there, bruised, covered in hickeys and absolutely spent. 

The sleep she had was the best of her life that night. 

—

Nilou awoke the next morning. Every part of her hurt, from her toes to the top of her head. Lightly stretching, she looked around her room. Even though she remembered it to be more or less trashed, it was cleaned. A new set of pajamas, identical to those she lost during the night, was resting on top of her night stand. 

On shaky, sore legs she moved to the bathroom. Moving to the kitchen after washing herself down with lukewarm water, a silver, covered tray caught her attention. A small piece of paper lay next to it. She glanced over the text, written in beautiful, decorative font. 

"Loved the night. Made you breakfast. See you on the next show, princess~ - Y/N."

Nilou lifted the cover, coming face to face with a steaming hot pile of pancakes. She nearly squealed with joy at the sight. The girl rushed to grab some cutlery, but a flash of pain stopped her in her tracks. Rubbing her sore hips, she chuckled to himself. 

Maybe she really did go too far yesterday. 

Thanks for reading!

Love the story keep up the good work.

How To Fight - Male!Reader x Ningguang & Yelan

Ningguang

"Yes. I am ready."

You eye Ningguang curiously. She has a confident smirk on her lips, her arms crossed over her chest. She's missing her usual dress, wearing light armor instead. You shoot her an amused look. 

"Someone's feeling daring today." You shrug. "Alright then."

You walk up to the weapon stand, grabbing two dull training swords. You spin around, throwing her one of them. She barely catches it, but quickly places it in her hands. You stretch your neck and approach her as Ningguang assumes the default stance you taught her. 

"I'll show you just how much I learned." She says, brandishing her weapon. "Three hits. Come at me."

"Hah! And make things easy for you, dear? You started this, so you come at me." You spin your sword in your hands, and ready it. 

Ningguang skips up to and swings sideways. You hold your weapon firmly, taking the blow wholly on the handguard. You push against her sword and retaliate with an upwards slash, but she dodges. A hard downwards slash tries to break your guard, but your parry and stab forward. Using both hands Ningguang manages to force the sword away, but you reposition and strike her with your shoulder. She staggers backwards and you finish with a trained top down hit to her shoulder. 

You withdraw. “Clumsy and slow. Again.”

She exhales heavily, steadying herself and returning to position. “Ready.”

This time you open with a barrage of quick cuts, all of them blocked with little effort. You tease her with a stronger hit, catching her retaliation on your hand guard. You step back, just in time to block another downwards attack, followed by a quick stab. You managed to deflect it and riposte, using your strength to break her weakened guard. She blocks the would-be killing blow just in time, forcing you to jump back. 

“Great.” You praise, but before she can react, you charge again. An upwards slash to the left, followed by a vertical combo is ineffective, but your stance nullifies her counter. Having used her acceleration to attack, Ningguang’s frame lowers, rendering her unable to stop a slash straight down on her back. She yelps, and you retreat, giving her space.

“Ow. That’s going to hurt tomorrow.” She groans, but retakes her stance once again, a frown of focus on her lips. 

“Focus. Last chance.”

She moves in without warning, forcing you into stance. Amongst her quick side-to-side attacks stabs are mixed in, forcing you to respond quickly. You find a moment to wind up a stronger riposte, resulting in her weapon being deflected upwards, giving you enough space to close the distance. You try to follow up with a low blow, but she manages to stop you. Before you can react, Ningguang elbows you across the face with her left arm, breaking your lip and sending you stumbling backwards. You send a sloppy, heavy blow at her, knowing she’ll dodge and step back. Now a few feet meters apart, you both resume the default positions. You wipe the blood from your face with your sleeve. 

She moves forward, delivering a variety of high strikes mixed in with various pushes. You keep your distance, making her attack faster and with less accuracy. You once again use your strength advantage and strike right at her weapon’s chappe. Ningguang, exhausted, agitated and unfocused, fails to recover, giving you enough space to slash at her chest. Feeling frisky, you twirl around and, before she can turn around, place a firm slap on her butt. She yelps in surprise.

“W-what was that for?!” You jog back to her, snickering under your breath. Ningguang’s face is red, partly from exhaustion and partly from embarrassment. 

You send her a teasing smile. “Let’s see. For… arrogance, for slacking off in training, and for being so hot.”

Ningguang takes off her helmet, and lets out an exhausted sigh, the expression of embarrassment changing into a smirk. “Understood."

You approach her. Suddenly, but gently, you grab her chin, and place a brief kiss on her forehead, earning a soft smile from her. 

"You'll get it eventually. Patience, Ningguang, patience."

Yelan

Warm sunlight pours through the windows of the gym, reflecting off of the bright, lacquered wood. The day outside is peaceful, but the situation within the hall is anything but.

Sounds of moans and grunts of extortion echo, as do the sounds of hits and the swishing of blades. Sweat pours from your bodies, but neither you nor Yelan lose focus. Your minds are occupied on the deadly exchange of slashes and pushes, always seeking for an opening in each other's guard. One stabs, the other stops the stab, and retaliates, only to have their attack blocked and returned. Locked in a seemingly endless, intense cycle of combat. Action and reaction. Only that exists in your minds. 

Your eyes are cold on Yelan's. Your movements are calculated, backed up with years of grueling training and countless combat scenarios. Every muscle tenses and relaxes on effortless demand, perfectly aligned with your mind, coming across as instinctual. Yelan, in the meantime, grits her teeth. Her body aches, longs for, pleads, demands rest, even if just for a moment. Though she had been dueling you for just over six minutes, her adrenaline-filled brain processes time faster. It feels like she's been fighting forever, exchanging blows, pushes, slashes and stabs with you. 

Some part of her regrets ever asking you to teach her close quarters combat these two weeks ago. The other reprimands her for backing out, in your voice. She knows she has to. For her own safety. She won't always have a better weapon on her, nor will she have backup. The majority of spontaneous encounters end within the first 10 minutes, you said. She knows she has to last. 

Her body screams for mercy. It bleeds from the numerous small cuts, mainly on her bruised and battered forearms. Just as you suggested, she had been using them as a guard and a shoving  tool, and they work. She just never expected it to hurt like the Abyss. Just barely managing it, Yelan inflicted several wounds on your body too. The ones you inflicted are shallow, but deep enough to draw dark, crimson blood, while hers are deeper, sloppier. Her eyes constantly steal brief glances of the nasty gash on your cheek. Despite your hand being almost covered in blood from the slash on your thumb, you don't frown, let alone flinch. Your hands somehow remain steady, while hers have been trembling for some time now. 

Yelan's body is drenched in sweat, both from the intensive activity, and something never before felt by her during these sessions. 

Stress. 

It's her first exam. It will decide whether she will continue on to learn more advanced combat, or spend the next week revising and training, both under your watchful eye. But that's not what worries her, and neither is the fact that it's just the second time you fight with real, sharp blades. It's you, not as her instructor, but as her lover. The sight of your blood bothers her, especially that it was she who inflicted the wounds it comes from. She understands, she really does, that training has to be rigorous, as real combat will be unforgiving. Yet at the same time she doesn't want to hurt you. She knows that neither do you, but you're skilled enough to keep the damage minimal, while she isn't. And then there's the chill in your eyes. No warmth, none of the familiar feeling of security and comfort - just merciless instruction. Yelan knows that it's only temporary, that you'll return to normal after the session ends, but that on top of the former is becoming too much for her. 

She feels like it's real. That she really needs to harm and kill you, else you would do the same. Her eyes feel the prickle of tears in the corners, of both exhaustion and discomfort. She waits for a good opportunity, blocks your attack, and hops back swiftly. You instinctually move to engage her again, but she raises her open hands slightly. 

"Stop, stop. I concede. I concede. Please, no more."

You stay in stance for a moment, but soon relax and stand down. After sheathing the knife, you wipe your bloody hands with your shirt. 

"Alright."

Without another word, you move to the bench. Yelan watches on as you grab a water bottle and press it against your lips, proceeding to down almost all of it in one go. She sighs and closes her eyes. 

"Heh, just don't fall asleep over there." You smile and turn to face her, but stop when you see her. "Yelan, is everything okay?" 

"Yes, yes, I just… Ugh. I'm tired." She tries an evasive answer as she joins you on the bench, her own hydration in her hand. 

"Don't lie to me. I know something’s bothering you.”

She covers her face with her hands, and sighs. “I don’t want to do this.”

You hum in response. “Wasn’t it you who suggested these lessons?”

“I did, but I didn’t expect you to make me do this.” 

You scoff, your thoughts still deep in training mode. “Getting injured is just a part of the training. Besides, Yelan, you aren’t seriously hurt. Are you?”

She rubs her eyes, wiping small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her voice comes out nearly as a growl. “I don’t want to hurt you, is this so hard to understand? And you’re so cold, and so… foreign today. I just… You…” Her voice drops to a near whisper. “You’re scaring me.”

You stay silent, taken aback by this statement. She glances up at you and continues. 

“It’s just that you’re so emotionless, and different from the man I know. I l-love you, and you’re making me treat and hurt you like an enemy? You even act as one. I feel like you’re… a stranger with my husband’s face.”

Taking a deep breath, you try to ease her worries, but she cuts you off before you can speak. 

“I don’t care, do you understand? I don’t care that I need training, o-or that real enemies won’t go easy on me! You’re not one of them! I don’t want to treat you as one, please! We can train, really, but I don’t want to do this. Anything but this, please.” A few stray tears slip through her fingers. Her tone is now more hushed, sounding broken. “Please…”

You scoot over closer to her, and place your right hand on her elbow. “Yelan. Please, look at me.”

She looks up, her blue eyes almost pleading. “Y/N…”

You pull her into a hug. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I went too far. I should have asked first, been more gentle and empathetic. I… Have no excuse.”

Her slender arms snake around you, securing comfortably around your chest. She lets out a very quiet, muffled sob. “I don’t want to do this ever again, p-please. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.” 

You gently stroke her hair, getting a little blood on the dark blue strands from the injury she inflicted. “You won’t have to. I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry.”

Eventually, in your arms, Yelan is able to steady her emotions. She parts with you, a sad look still present on her face. She moves her hand to your bloody cheek, fingers carefully avoiding touching the injury. She smiles at you.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

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When are you coming back?

soon as fuck u_u..♡

between working 40 hr weeks, traveling, keeping up with the house, and studying, writing is rough... but seeing loona live and in person sort of revitalized my energy! the girls put on an incredible performance, and i caved and bought a ticket to another show ;-P

but yes, once i maybe... DON'T have 40 hour weeks consistently... i'll be back in a rhythm..! i have some things i'm holding onto, and i'll drop those when i feel satisfied with them all the way; i've been writing as well to the requests sitting in my inbox, so expect those too!

i'm sorry for disappearing, feel free to bonk me -_- make sure you're reading all the insanely good stories from my very talented colleagues in the meantime..♡

Ok, so, read your latest post, the idea of Miko breaking the reader intrigues me for some reason, personally would love to see it with just Miko and Reader, but you are the writer here.

The victim I had in mind was rather Gorou. You know, the soft and fragile soul at the mercy of a really cruel one kind of trope. With smut obv.

I mean, making R the victim isn't a bad idea, but I'm afraid the prompt would quickly turn from smut to angst/whump. Miko has a lot of capacity for cruelty, after all.

That said, the original idea will most likely remain just that - an idea.

scratch the previous ask, I'm asking 26.

-archon anon

Hello Archon Anon! How are you?

#26, What is your favorite character story quest?

WELL I COULD TELL YOU WHAT MY LEAST FAVORITE IS, but when it comes to favorite.... It might be Eula's!

It really convinced me to love her haha.

Godzilla vs John Carpenter the thing

Art by... I don't know who is the artist. need help, please!

Edit 1: thanks to @catzy88 for the information, an anonymous Japanese fan who made this art and posted it on a Japanese imageboard. if you want to see this there is a link down in the reply.

fun fact: Do you know that John Carpenter himself directed a Godzilla vs Gorgo fan film, I am going to let that sink in...

And here is another one...

Godzilla-thing!

Art by the one. And only. Matt Frank.

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Matt Frank (@spankzilla85) on X

Comic artist and illustrator: Godzilla, Gamera, Ultraman, Power Rangers, Marvel, and more! Pro inquiries and interview requests: Frank.commi

Please support the official artist.

Eula, Jean, Lisa, and Lumine with a Trevor Belmont-esque S/O

This is a reupload from the original Genshingorls, many thanks to the og anon who asked for this, and the others who were interested in it!

Eula was universally shunned in the beginning years of her time in Mondstadt.

Even trying to get groceries to eat was a major problem for her due to her clan's history.

Clan Lawrence was seen as nothing but monsters, and the people of Mondstadt treated her as such.

There were precious little people who treated her as an equal, disregarding her past.

Though, there was one person who she never expected to meet…

===

Eula's early years...

In Angel's Share, Eula stopped by the bar to grab a drink after a hard day's work.

But of course, it wasn't as simple as she wanted.

Everyone in the tavern looked at her with scorn, either scooting away or muttering behind her back.

Eula sighed, looking at the bartender.

(Eula) "Can I just get a drink? I'll leave as soon-"

(Bar patron) "Maybe you should just go."

Eula turned to her left and saw three customers who were obviously drunk.

The Bartender thankfully gave her the drink without a fuss, though it was most likely to get her to leave as soon as possible.

Eula grabbed her drink and prepared to leave before being stopped by the three men.

(Man 1) "Put that back, you don't deserve it!"

(Eula) "Tch, do you want me to leave or not?"

(Man 2) "You're damn right we do! But you don't get to leave with Mondstadt beer, Lawrence girl!"

Eula was about to say something else before the door swung wildly open, hitting two of the three away.

Everyone looked up in surprise, including Eula, to see who did so.

(???) "Whoops, pardon me."

The man/woman waltzed right in without a care in the world, ignoring the potential fight that was about to break out and sat themselves in front of the stool.

Though what Eula could notice, no one was any happier to see them than her.

…Now that she thought about it, who were they?

They had a massive fur cape on, completely concealing the clothes they were wearing.

Eula had never met them before, which was strange considering that their clothing would stick out like a sore thumb in the city.

Not even the Knights of Favonius dressed as flashy.

(???) "Barkeep, a mug please."

(Bartender) "Hmph. Surprised you haven't drank yourself to death."

(???) "Trust me, working on it."

One of the men pushed Eula aside while the other two blocked the door.

(Man 1) "Oh great, now we gotta deal with you."

The mystery man/woman paid no attention as they yawned.

(Man 1) "HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

The man shoved them nearly off the chair, making the person annoyed.

(???) "Hi yes, welcome to my personal spa-"

They stopped their sentence when they made eye contact with Eula.

(???) "…What, is it my turn to get harassed?"

(Man 1) "It's your turn to get the hell out! We don't want Lawrence or Belmont filth in our city!"

Eula's eyes widened at the name.

Belmont.

House Belmont?!

Back during Clan Lawrence's rule, they banished House Belmont for supposedly working against them.

To her knowledge, the Belmont's were monster hunters, taking down anything that was a threat to the city. But due to fear from Lawrence and misinformation, they were eventually exiled.

That was centuries ago, and everyone believed the lineage to be extinct.

Though, Eula supposed she must've missed a person if she's hearing about it now.

Getting a good look at them now, their hair was disheveled and greasy, their clothes looked grimy and most likely smelled horrible.

Their eyes had bags and face looked dirty and tired.

Where the hell were they living?

Her mind snapped out of thinking when she realized the Belmont was staring directly at her now.

(???) "Lawrence, eh?"

They got up from their seats, pushing away the man, making him almost trip.

The other two blocking Eula stanced up.

(???) "Back away from the lady, eh? Doubt she needs to deal with a buncha assholes like us right now."

(Man 2) "WHAT DID YOU CALL US?!"

The second man charged the Belmont, for them to step to the right and dodge.

Well, step was a strong word for what Eula saw. More like drunkenly stagger.

The man ran straight into a stool as they continued talking to her.

(???) "So you're the Lawrence everyone keeps whining about."

Eula furrowed her brow. She had no idea if this Belmont resented her for being a Lawrence, though this time it was much more of a justified reason.

(???) "Honestly? Not as scary as the city makes you out to be."

They turned to the third man.

(???) "Why's it you hate her exactly?"

(Man 3) "Like you, Belmont.-" spits "-A child of such an evil clan doesn't belong here!"

(???) "Mhm. Riveting. Attention everyone!"

It was clear to Eula the Belmont was being dramatic, since everyone was already staring.

(???) "(Y/N) Belmont and…Er, What's your name?"

(Eula) "Eula?-"

(Y/N) "-Eula Lawrence, will take our drinks and leave in peace! Now kindly stop riding our asses and piss off." (Y/N) grabbed their own drink after shoving the two men aside, then walked near the door past Eula.

Eula set to follow before the third man grabbed her by the wrist.

(Eula) "H-Hey!"

(Man 3) "WE SAID LEAVE IT-"

(Y/N) "Ugh, I'm sorry my beautiful beer-"

SMASH! Eula gasped when the man's head was hit full force with (Y/N)'s mug, sending them flying and hitting the other two.

(Bartender) "GET THE HELL OUT, BELMONT! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER GO ANYWHERE IN MONDSTADT AGAIN!"

(Y/N) "Yeah yeah, plague be upon my House and name and all that shit. Fuck off Mondstadt, and good night!"

They stormed away after kicking the door open, Eula standing there shocked for a moment.

After processing what happened, she ran after them.

(Eula) "H-Hey!"

(Y/N) "Oh for god's sake I'm-" They stopped midsentence upon seeing Eula.

(Y/N) "…Oh. You."

They looked at her wrist for a moment.

(Y/N) "They didn't hurt you did they?"

(Eula) "Thanks to you, no."

(Y/N) "There's my good deed for the year, nice talking to you, bye-bye!"

They continued to walk away but Eula still went after.

(Eula) "Why did you do that for me?"

They didn't stop walking towards the exit of the city, but continued talking.

(Y/N) "I just hate jackasses like those guys, that's all."

(Eula) "But…I'm a Lawrence."

(Y/N) "That you are."

(Eula) "Shouldn't you hate me?"

They stopped in their tracks, Eula running into their back and bouncing off.

(Y/N) "…I should, shouldn't I? It was House Lawrence that condemned my family to extinction."

They turned around and looked at her.

(Y/N) "They were the ones who made my ancestors stop protecting the people of Mondstadt, to make them forget we protected them from monsters, to make them hate us!"

Eula stepped back in a small amount of fear.

(Y/N) "No, you're right. I hate House Lawrence."

Eula looked down. She shouldn't have expected anything else-

(Y/N) "But I don't hate you."

(Eula) "…W-What?"

(Y/N) "Sure I wish your ancestors can fuck a dead dog in a ditch and kill themselves, but what's that gotta do with you?"

They shrugged nonchalantly.

(Y/N) "What would a descendant from House Lawrence be doing in Mondstadt if they weren't trying to get away from their family? You might be trying to make them not seem as bad anymore, but you do what you do. I don't care."

They waved goodbye as they walked out the gates.

(Y/N) "Gave that dream up ever since my folks kissed the dirt."

(Eula) "Wait a second, where are you going?"

(Y/N) "To sleep."

(Eula) "But where?"

(Y/N) "Under a tree."

(Eula) "Not in a house?-"

(Y/N) "Are you going to be asking questions all night?"

(Eula) "…I can't just let you sleep somewhere so…barbaric."

(Y/N) "I sincerely doubt you want my gross ass on your noble couch."

…They weren't entirely wrong but-

(Eula) "At least for tonight. As thanks."

(Y/N) "I don't need thanks. I just need some sleep, and some more beer."

Eula looked down and realized she still had the drink.

(Eula) "Then how about we share?"

This caught their attention as they spun around at an honestly alarming speed, considering they were most likely drunk this second.

(Y/N) "…Okay, fine. You win. Now give me that."

Eula yanked it back before they could grab it. She smirked a little.

(Eula) "Share, Belmont. We're sharing."

(Y/N) "Bagh…"

They muttered something under their breath as they followed Eula her house.

(Eula) "Make yourself at home."

(Y/N) "Mug, Lawrence. Now."

She rolled her eyes and she gave them a mug and poured their half.

As soon as she was done, they yanked the mug and chugged it down in a matter of seconds.

(Y/N) "Ah, now that is a gift from Barbatos. You don't got anymore do ya?"

(Eula) "I'm afraid that was all I got."

(Y/N) "Shit, knew I shouldn't have smashed my damn mug…"

(Eula) "Thank you for that. Really. That's the first time a stranger has ever stood up for me."

(Y/N) looked surprised before clearing their throat.

(Y/N) "It's nothing."

(Eula) "…Before you go to bed, could you kindly take a bath? You admittedly do have a bit of a stench."

(Y/N) "Course I do, I've been sleeping in fuckin' nature all the time!"

(Eula) "So can you go?"

(Y/N) "…Dunno why I'm arguing against clean water, god I really am drunk."

They went into bathroom as told, making Eula worried.

Eula at least had Amber, Jean, and Master Varkas vouch for her.

The fact she had never even heard mention of them until now…

…

The next morning, Eula woke up and called out to Y/N.

(Eula) "Hey, Belmont. Are you awake?"

No response.

(Eula) "Belmont?"

After going downstairs, the room was empty.

The blanket she gave them was neatly folded on the couch, alongside a pouch of gold and a small note.

Thanks for letting me crash, Lawrence. Don't worry, the filthy Belmont didn't steal anything. You didn't have any alcohol for me to grab anyway. I checked the pantry and everything.

Here's something to pay you back for the trouble I caused. I don't know what you do but we'll probably see each other again.

Keep yourself safe, you hear?

(Y/N)

(Eula) "That idiot! I swear I'm going to enact my vengeance on them!…Huh. That doesn't sound like a bad phrase, actually.

===

Eula asked Amber if she knew (Y/N) when they met up.

Amber said that she had only seen them, but successfully managed to evade her everytime she called out to them.

She did know the location of where they seemed to frequent, which was near Starfell Valley.

So, Eula decided to perform her reconnaissance duty there.

Eula stealthily traversed the hills as she scouted the area for any potential threats.

Finally after three weeks of their first meeting, she found the Belmont again, walking the trail to Mondstadt.

She was going to call out their name before realizing something was moving in the trees.

A group of Treasure Hoarders came out to attack them, prompting Eula to move quickly to their location.

(Treasure Hoarder) "Hah, another Test Subj-"

(Y/N) spun around quickly, dropping their cape and a chained whip came flying out, hitting them square in the chest.

The whip suddenly ignited and exploded, sending the bandits flying back hitting stones, landing in the water, and some into each other.

The bandit who was originally hit couldn't be seen anymore, shocking Eula.

(Y/N) "Great. Now I'm sober."

Twirling their whip rapidly, (Y/N) spun around using the whip's length to attack in a circular motion, causing everyone to back up.

With one flick of their wrist, the chain went flying upwards before (Y/N) swung their arm down, causing it to land on top of another Treasure Hoarder making them explode.

When Eula finally approached them, she saw a small pyro vision dangling off the hilt of their whip.

(Eula) "BELMONT!"

(Y/N) quickly reacted and got the whip away from the direction of her voice as she came crashing down with her greatsword, breaking parts of the ground and causing some of the Treasure Hoarders to fly up.

They used the whip to fling it upwards hitting the left one, exploding and sending the bandit on the right to fly off behind a hill.

(Treasure Hoarder) "Damn it, picked the wrong subjects, LET'S GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!"

Seeing them run, (Y/N) turned to Eula with a smile.

(Y/N) "Lawrence, good to see you. Coulda handled that myself, you know."

(Eula) "I do not doubt that. Your skills with that whip is incredible!"

(Y/N) "I know right, it's a thing of beauty! 'The Morning Star' is what this baby is called, it was a family relic. It could make monsters explode in a single hit without the Vision!"

She saw the excitement in their eyes talking about the weapon. They probably haven't had the chance to brag about it in a long time.

(Eula) "Impressive. Though, what are you doing out here?"

(Y/N) "Just fulfilling a contract. Getting my pay for hunting down a couple Hilichurls bothering folks out here."

He held out a few broken masks.

(Y/N) "See?"

(Eula) "You're acting as a Mercenary? Why don't you come and work for the Knights of Favonius?"

(Y/N) "Psh, please. I'm not working with a bunch of goody two shoes. They take too long to get anything done."

(Eula) "Ugh, you're sounding like Diluc."

(Y/N) "Hey, he's got the right idea. So what are you doing-…Ah shit, you're a Knight aren't you?"

(Eula) "I am. Is that a bad thing?"

(Y/N) "Depends. You about to lecture me?"

(Eula) "As a Knight? No. But as Eula? I will. Why did you leave without saying anything?!"

(Y/N) "What are you- Oh right. Didn't want you bothering me that's all."

They walked past her again, making her angry.

(Eula) "Is that seriously the only reason, Belmont?!"

(Y/N) "…" sigh "I know what you're trying to do. I get it."

They turned to face her, that casual expression they had suddenly vanished.

(Y/N) "You want me to come with so people don't judge us based on our last names alone. But I'm done with that. The Belmont's are gone. I'm the only one left. There's no point."

(Eula) "What do you mean there's no point? You're still alive aren't you?"

(Y/N) "If you can call this being alive, sure Lawrence."

(Eula) "I'm not asking you to suddenly like the city of Mondstadt. But it has good people worth protecting. At the very least, you shouldn't do it alone."

(Y/N) "What makes you think I'm pro-"

(Eula) "What would a descendant from house Belmont be doing in Mondstadt if they weren't fighting to protect the city, just as their family once did? You had every opportunity to leave, but you're still here."

(Y/N) "…"

Eula walked up to them and held out a hand.

(Eula) "Besides, wouldn't it be fun to show these jackasses that a Belmont and Lawrence are working together for the sake of Mondstadt? At the very least it might cause some of them to have a mental breakdown."

(Y/N) didn't say anything before smiling.

(Y/N) "Know what? That does sound fun."

They grabbed her hand and shook it hard.

(Y/N) "I'm not working with the Knights, but working with you sounds good to me, Eula."

Eula smiled upon hearing her name.

(Eula) "Likwise, (Y/N)."

The two walked side by side, back towards the city.

===

Several years had passed and their relationship had grown even stronger.

Though (Y/N) was constantly asked to join the Knights of Favonius, they refused, instead always being with Eula.

The two had been living together, and Eula was only somewhat successful in trying to stop (Y/N) from getting shitfaced every single night.

When it came to her 'vengeance' talk, (Y/N) found it amusing, at that point she had also come to stop caring about the reputation of her name.

At this point, (Y/N) had finally met Amber, but found her a bit too energetic for their liking.

Eula had fallen for (Y/N) a while back, and was working the courage up to actually say something.

It was thanks to the Traveler and Paimon, Eula finally got the courage to tell (Y/N).

===

(Y/N) yawned as they walked towards the trail of Windrise, noting the big tree.

(Y/N) "Ah, hello old friend."

(Eula) "What, going to play in it again?"

(Y/N) "Hmph, I might. This where you wanted to talk."

Eula took a deep breath and nodded.

(Eula) "It is."

The two sat down by the tree and looked up at the night skies, the stars glistening with the moonlight.

(Y/N) "Hm. It's a bit cold."

(Eula) "I like it personally."

(Y/N) "…You're blushing."

Normally, Eula would try to deny it or get extremely flustered.

Yet, she didn't do either. Instead she smiled. Eula knew (Y/N) could read her like an open book, so there was no point in hiding it.

(Eula) "Yes, I am…Do you know why I asked you here?"

(Y/N) "If I had to guess why you asked me to come to the single most romantic spot on a beautiful night…-"

(Y/N) opened their cape and motioned towards them.

Eula looked at them and smiled, getting closer and sitting comfortably with them, grabbing her knees.

(Y/N) "This is why."

(Eula) "You knew, didn't you?"

(Y/N) "Have for at least a little bit now, actually."

(Eula) "And you didn't say anything because?"

(Y/N) "…I was scared. Scared that you actually fell for an idiot like me. All I do is drink beer, scream, and hunt monsters. I'm not exactly what you call someone 'stable'."

(Eula) "And swear. Don't forget that part."

(Y/N) "Oh, definitely swearing."

(Eula) "I was afraid you wouldn't love someone so vicious as a Lawrence, swearing vengeance upon the townspeople and who steals a poor man's beer every night."

The two laughed softly as their heads slowly fell closer together.

(Y/N) "How could I not?"

Eula hummed contently as their hands wrapped around each others.

(Eula) "…You won't go anywhere, right?"

(Y/N) "I go where you go, Eula. Now, and always."

(Eula) "Then I swear eternal vengeance upon you by giving you the best life I can."

(Y/N) "I'm looking forward to it."

Jean was pleasantly surprised to see Eula had befriended the infamous Belmont.

While she held no personal grudge against them, S/O's reputation was similar to Eula's where they met prejudice wherever they went.

She did everything in her power to protect them, but their foul language and alcohol addiction did little to stem the issue.

Jean always lectured them, much to S/O's dismay but they knew it came out of a place for worry.

It wasn't until Jean personally asked them to join the Knights that finally got them to start behaving a bit more, if anything to stop worrying her.

But it led to patrols reporting less monsters were on the roads, and Jean knew it could only mean one thing.

Late at nights when Jean was still working to the bone, it would be S/O who came in to help her finally get some rest.

(S/O) "Come on, if you take away my beer, I can take away your work."

(Jean) "S/O, one is significantly worse than the other when it comes to overindulging yourself in it."

(S/O) "Yeah, you can't even drink paper."

(Jean) "You know that's not what I-"

(S/O) "Don't have a stick up your ass, let's just get yours in bed!"

(Jean) "Excuse me?"

(S/O) "W-Well, I mean you don't have a stick I just-…Er…"

…

(S/O) "And that Barbara, is why I need your help."

(Barbara) "You're not very-"

(S/O) "Good at talking to your big sis? No. No I am not."

Jean does find them endearing however, and admittedly began to fall for them.

How she fell for someone so rude? She honestly doesn't know entirely herself.

Barbara has to be the one helping them the entire time, because Jean is shy and S/O is incompetent when talking to people.

Lisa knew better than to judge a book by it's cover.

But she did honestly have a very rough impression of S/O.

They had come into the library smelling like piss and beer, and they were about to get their filthy hands all over her books.

(S/O) "Sorry, this the bathroom?"

(Lisa) "…Are you looking for Eula, Sir/Miss Belmont?"

(S/O) "K-Kinda. Said to meet her here but I needed to wash myself first."

(Lisa) "Well, at least you know that. Third door, on the right when you get out."

(S/O) "Thanks purple lady."

They stumbled out the door, making her sigh in relief.

They'd be cuter if they weren't reeking of dirt.

Later on when they were actually sober (mostly), they came in to apologize, this time being clean much to her relief.

(Lisa) "Ah, you look far more handsome/pretty without all that grime covering it up!"

(S/O) "Er, r-right. Anyways, I came in to rent a book from your forbidden section."

Lisa's eye was twitching now.

(Lisa) "Excuse me?"

…

Lisa smiled fondly on those memories. She actually went out to a monster hunt with Eula and S/O. It was admittedly fun.

It was also how Lisa got to know how much a softie S/O actually was.

There was a kitten that was almost crushed by a Ruin Guard, yet S/O rushed in to save them, which caused her heart to melt.

She still teases them about it, and recalls that the moment she began liking S/O truly.

(S/O) "How many people have you told that story?!"

(Lisa) "How many beers have you drank in your life?"

Lumine first met S/O when she, Paimon, and Eula were stopping Eula's uncle teaming with the Fatui to attack Mondstadt.

But it was when they went to Angel's Share to drink with Eula is when they truly spoke.

(S/O) "Ah, you're the Honorary Knight. Must be a pain in the ass."

(Paimon) "Jeez, you stink!"

(Eula) "You get used to it."

(Lumine) "Honestly they could smell worse considering how they look."

(S/O) "Psh, you try hunting monsters and smell good at the same time."

With how vulgar and different S/O was from Eula, Lumine only wanted to get to know them more.

It was after seeing Lumine in action that S/O began to take true notice of her other than a friend of Eula's.

Lumine frequently talked to S/O and actually brought them along for many commissions, asking them for advice on what monster or enemy they had the most efficient plan on.

Then, Lumine became their apprentice, to keep the Belmont knowledge alive.

And it was then S/O began to feel more of a connection with Lumine, even going along with commissions they didn't like.

But, love does that to someone.

(Girl) "…And that's why I need you to fight four Ruin Guards to get these delicious eggs!"

(Paimon) "…Seriously?"

S/O tried their best to look away to not get roped into the stupidest hunt they've ever taken.

Lumine looked at them with a bright smile.

(S/O) "…I'm not looking at you, Lumine.."

(Lumine) "You're going to!~"

(S/O) "I won't."

(Lumine) "You like looking at me!"

(S/O) "Still not looking."

(Lumine) "You're going to, and when you do, you'll crack like an egg!"

(S/O) "…"

…

(Eula) "I can't believe you actually made S/O hunt four Ruin Guards for an egg-"

(S/O) "Lawrence. Shut. Up."

(Paimon) "I know right? They're SO soft for-"

(S/O) "EAT SHIT AND DIE, PAIMON."

(Lumine) "They're so soft for me!"

(S/O) sigh "…That I am, dear."

(Paimon) "H-HEY!"

HSR CHARACTERS X AEON READER?? THEM BEING YOUR FAV???? LIKE GENSHIN SELF AWARE AU???

Aeon of protection?? Like protecting all life forms and objects of humanity?? Respecting each other??? Like just a protection path?

Bro idk but bus thoughts kick different