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strawchocoberry · 10 months

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IN MY DREAMS, I DO ANYTHING I WANT TO YOU

special thanks to @fanouropita for contributing to this work

୨୧ featuring: kaeya + thoma, zhongli + xiao, ayato + diluc, tartaglia + baizhu x fem reader

ଘ tw: blood (tartaglia and baizhu’s part)

ଘ cw: smut, threesome, nipple play, oral sex, fingering, anal sex, double penetration, praise kink, degradation kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, creampie, rough sex, choking, breeding kink, public sex, voyeurism

୨୧ synopsis: the only thing better than one man is two

ଘ wc: 6.1k

ʚ KAEYA & THOMA ɞ

“You should have told me you were coming to Mondstadt!” you complained, taking the food out of the oven. “I didn’t have time to prepare anything!”

“Haha, don’t worry!” Thoma laughed, while decorating his plate. “I wanted to surprise you! See, I even made your favourite Inazuman recipe.”

“Now you’re making me look like a poor host.”

Thoma laughed, as you went to answer the door.

“Hope I’m not too late for the reunion.”

“I could never say ‘no’ to my boss,” you chuckled, taking a step aside. “Come in, Kaeya.”

Kaeya and Thoma exchanged greetings and the three of you sat around the table. You had so much to talk about. The three of you were childhood friends and shared a dream of entering the ranks of the Knights of Favonius. Due to circumstances, only you and Kaeya made it, while Thoma was now working for the Kamisato Clan in Inazuma. Ever since the Sakoku Decree had been introduced, your communications with your dear friend were cut short. But now that it has been revoked, you come and go between the two nations taking turns visiting one another.

“Oh right!” Thoma exclaimed. He stood up and went to his luggage, searching for something inside. “I brought you souvenirs!” He happily turned to the two of you. “This is one of the best sake in Inazuma. Master Ayato believes it will be to your liking, Kaeya.”

“I will make sure to thank him next time I visit Inazuma.” He joyfully took the bottle.

“And this one’s for you.”

Taking the rectangle wooden box from his hands, you opened it and gasped at the beautiful hair piece ornament inside.

“Milady helped me decide on the colour since I was kind of indecisive…” Thoma nervously confessed.

“I love it!” you excitedly replied. “I’ll help you choose Ayaka’s gift when we go shopping.”

The merry atmosphere was filled with lively conversations. Thoma recounted his latest visit to the Grand Narukami Shrine where he had the pleasure — or the misfortune, as he emphasised — to stumble upon Lady Miko. And then, you narrated the incident of your latest mission with the Cavalry Captain.

“He used me as bait to lure all those monsters and then refused to help me, because apparently I had got rusty! Can you believe it? I had to literally beg him to come save me!” You threw a death glare towards Kaeya, who innocently drank his wine.

“Ah, yes, Kaeya is known for his teasing nature.”

“Do you really believe that I would have let those monsters tear you apart?” Kaeya asked you, hand over his broken heart. “I would never!”

You simply rolled your eyes and took a bite of your food.

“Thoma, your cup is still full,” Kaeya noticed. “Won’t you drink?”

“Ahaha… You know I’m not really fond of alcohol.”

“All I’m asking for is one drink,” he stated, lifting his index. “Are you really going to refuse one drink from your fellow Mondstadter friend?”

“You’re not going to give up, will you?” Thoma whined a sigh. “Alright…”

Since Thoma’s tolerance for alcohol is zero to none, he got drunk after only one drink. Kaeya seemed pleased with treating his friend like a little toy for his own entertainment. And you hopelessly tried to maintain a balance between a drunk Thoma and a lightheaded Kaeya.

“Can I do your hair?” Thoma asked you out of the blue. “I wanna see you wearing the ornament I bought you.”

You didn’t see anything wrong with his request, so you sat comfortably in your seat, while he styled your hair. Kaeya’s gaze was locked on the two of you, following Thoma’s every move.

“It looks so beautiful on you.” Thoma whispered in your ear.

Your body jolted at the sudden proximity. His breath was fanning your neck, giving rise to your body temperature. Kaeya stood up from his seat and came to stand behind you.

“You look gorgeous, sweets.”

A soft moan escaped your lips as the two of them started peppering both sides of your neck with kisses. Their hands started roaming your body. Thoma slipped inside your shirt and fondled your breasts in your bra, playing with your nipples. Kaeya rubbed his fingers on your clothed cunt, chuckling at your wetness. Removing your shirt and bra, Thoma sucked one of your nipples, teasingly lollying it with his tongue, while pinching your other one. Kaeya was left astonished at how quickly your panties became drenched.

“Will you give us a hand, sweetheart?” he cooed, as he placed your hand on his hardened cock.

Thoma was in a similar state. You watched them getting undressed, feasted your eyes on their naked bodies, before you fell on your knees with each at either side of you. You gave kitten licks to both of them, while pumping their cocks simultaneously. You gave Thoma a lick from the bottom of his shaft and licked the tip, taking him in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around him, earning a few moans from the blond, cheeks flushed red. You then turned towards Kaeya, who seemed a little irritated by not having taken priority. And yet, he couldn’t help but groan at you teasingly licking over the vein of his cock.

You staggered between them; one moment your lips were wrapped around them and the next your hand was pumping them, spreading their precum all over their tips. Stopping you, your eyes hungrily took them in as they jerked themselves off, ejaculating all over your pretty titties. Thoma pulled you up and attacked your lips, starved to taste yours. Removing your skirt and panties, Kaeya had you sit on the chair and spread your legs. He knelt in-between and left bite marks on your inner thighs, making you whine in your kiss with Thoma. He picked up a valberry from your sparkling berry juice and put it in his mouth, then passed it on to you through a kiss. The sweet taste of the valberry in contrast to his taste of sake had you losing yourself in their touches.

You meowled in Thoma’s lips, as Kaeya licked a few long strides on your cunt. He focused his lips on sucking your clit, while he slid two fingers inside your hole. You were barely able to hold your legs open, so each held one of them. “So pretty…” Thoma whispered, leaving a trail of kisses on your upper chest. Your moans and whimpers were enough to make them hard again. You screamed when Kaeya entered a finger in your ass hole, Thoma now having taken over his work in your pussy. Kaeya’s hand reached up and cupped your breast, squeezing tightly.

When you were loosened enough, Thoma took your seat on the chair, while he made you comfortable on his lap. He immersed his cock slowly in your ass, both of them holding you tightly as you tried to get away because of the pain his tip caused you. They showered you with kisses and comforting words, helping ease the situation, until Thoma finally bottomed out. Your head fell heavy on his flushed chest, your voice breaking as Kaeya dived into your cunt, stretching against Thoma.

“Someone is eager to get railed by both of us,” Kaeya teased, thrusting into you, enjoying how your cunt tightened around him.

“If you wanted this, you should have asked, honey.” Thoma kissed your neck.

Your mind had gone blank by them fucking both your holes. It hurt, but it was a pleasant kind of pain. Thoma was gentle as he thrusted in you, using just the right amount of force, while tenderly running his fingers on your skin and drawing soothing lines, whispering praises in your ears. Kaeya, however, was more erratic, more forceful in his movements, pointing out how well you were taking them, his lips attacking your neck and leaving hickeys all over. You were moaning and whining, blessing their ears with your melodic sounds. You were lost in a trance, as your orgasm hit you, your body shivering in-between them, as they thrusted in your holes, chasing after their own releases.

ʚ ZHONGLI & XIAO ɞ

“Mortals these days sure act in a bizarre way,” Xiao stated, taking a bite of his almond tofu.

“What new human custom did you encounter this time?” Zhongli asked him.

“I can explain it to you.” You warmly smiled.

“I was returning to Wangshu Inn after having extinguished the remnants of a defeated god, when I fell upon two humans.” Xiao paused. You noticed how his cheeks flushed red, a rare sight you thought you’d never have the chance to see in your life. And neither did the former Geo Archon. “They were naked in the woods…” Xiao then turned to look at you. “What kind of ritual were they performing in such an indecent way?”

You were lost for words. Xiao wasn’t particularly — if not at all — interested in the affairs of the mortals. You knew that very well. However, he seemed more willing to involve himself and learn a few things from you. At first, when Zhongli introduced you, the adeptus was weary of you. He didn’t deem you as a threat, on the contrary he was afraid that the karmic debt he carried might taint your soul, which ultimately proved to be more resilient than he had expected. Of all the peculiar things humans do that could pique Xiao’s interest, sex was the last one you would have considered.

“What you saw was two humans engaging in sexual intercourse,” Zhongli took over the explanation of the “bizarre ritual”, since you were too shocked to reply. “In other words, it is an act performed for a variety of reasons; pleasure, portrayal of love, reproduction.”

Xiao needed a moment to take in this “valuable” information. How can that be something pleasurable? he wondered. He had fled the scene almost immediately, too stunned from this unusual spectacle, but he was certain that he had heard screams. That was the primal reason he had strayed from his path, as he had thought that mortals might have encountered monsters and needed help.

“What are you thinking, Xiao?”

“Eh?” he responded. “Oh… It just doesn’t make sense to me…”

Zhongli deviously curled his lips into a smile. “Maybe it’s because you haven’t experienced it,” he pointed out. “But I’m sure this can be resolved if you’re interested.”

Turning your head towards him, you noticed Zhongli looking at you with suggestive eyes. You gulped realising what he was proposing. Then, you averted your attention towards Xiao, who seemed lost in thought.

“I wouldn’t mind…” he admitted flustered a while later.

Zhongli caught your hand and had you sit on his lap, his one hand caressing your ass, while the other cupped gently your cheek. “Pay attention, Xiao. You want to start things slow,” he explained, kissing your lips. “You need to get your partner in a certain mood. That is achieved by kissing and touching their body,” he continued, his lips now leaving kisses on your neck.

Xiao’s eyes were stuck on the two of you, taking in all the changes of expressions on your face. Zhongli removed your shirt and kissed your upper chest, having you tighten your grip on his shoulders, your head falling back. He lifted you up and carried you to Xiao’s bed, while he slipped his tongue in your mouth, subduing yours in a little game of dominance. He urged Xiao to sit behind you, then turned you over to him; “Try it,” he encouraged him.

The adeptus was hesitant in his movements, as he trod on uncharted waters. For the first time in his long life, he seemed to experience hesitation, in contrast to his usual storming into battle without a second thought. His lips softly touched yours, as he tried to mimic Zhongli’s actions. He caressed your arms with his fingertips all the way to your cheeks, sending shivers down your spine. He then nestled his head in the crook of your neck, kissing your soft skin and biting without quite realising it.

Zhongli, who was still sitting behind you, removed your bra, leaving a little peck on the back of your shoulder. Xiao fondled your titties, massaging them and feeling your nipples hardening underneath his palms. Moving lower, he left kisses all over the same area as Zhongli. He sucked one of your nipples, enjoying the way it felt on his tongue as he swirled it all over it. Your chest was rising and falling hard and soft moans escaped your lips.

You gasped as Zhongli slid his hand inside your pants, two of his fingers teasingly circling around your cunt. “Xiao, remove her remaining clothes,” he led him to his next action. Xiao was left astonished at your cunt sucking in Zhongli’s fingers, the squelching sound of it ringing in his ears. “You need to thrust your fingers like this,” the Geo Archon instructed. “It makes her a bubbling mess,” he elaborated, biting your ear. Of course, he knew all about it, since he knew everything about you.

Xiao replaced him, doing exactly as he was shown. His fingers slipped inside you with ease, the wetness and warmth of your cunt encouraging him to continue. Your walls welcomed his fingers with pleasure, providing all the necessary hospitality to enchant him into staying forever. Your body started trembling, as you were reaching your orgasm, which made Xiao worry, looking up at Zhongli for some kind of advice. “Keep your pace steady, she’s almost there,” he shared his knowledge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, as a wave of ecstasy washed over you.

You panted hard, resting your head on Zhongli’s shoulder. Your eyes wandered Xiao’s figure, as he curiously licked his fingers that were coated with your slick, then smiled at the sweet taste. Zhongli tapped your thigh, motioning you towards the adeptus. You stood on your knees and gently kissed Xiao’s lips, while slowly undressing him. You kissed your way from his lips to his hardened cock that begged to be pampered. You took him in your hand and pumped him, rubbing circles on the tip, which had the fearsome yaksha whimper. “W-Wait—”

His breath hitched, feeling your lips envelope him. You looked up at him who was following your every move, having the back of his hand pressed against his mouth to muffle his moans. You were twirling your tongue around his shaft, showering him with a newfound sensation. Zhongli could only silently watch you, having now taken a seat on the edge of the bed and poured himself a cup of Osmanthus wine, which he gulped down in one go. The adeptus’ soft whimpers and moans encouraged you to open the door to a new world for him, a breathless groan accompanying his release in your mouth.

You took a moment to catch your breaths, before Xiao kissed your lips again. He lay you down on your back, while he hovered on top of you. “Gently push yourself inside of her,” Zhongli instructed him. “Gently,” he emphasised. “Human penises are much smaller than ours.” Xiao kept his eyes locked in yours, as he slowly dived his cock in your drenched cunt. You felt a slight feeling of discomfort due to his size and thickness, which he attempted to distract you from by kissing you.

When you had adjusted to him, you urged him to move. His first thrusts were shallow, slow and hesitant. But when your walls tightened around him, squeezing him pleasurably, he couldn’t help but pick up his pace, feeling now more confident. Your moans mixed with one another’s, creating a harmonic melody. Your head turned to the back and you noticed Zhongli sitting there, jerking himself off, which turned you on even more. “Don’t look at me. Focus on him,” he advised you.

With minimal effort, the Conqueror of Demons was rearranging your inner world, sending you over to the heavens. Xiao was sucking on your neck and making you cream all over his cock with every thrust. It was hard for you to believe that this was his first time. Your moans prompted him to shower you with pleasure, so as to hear your sweet voice a little longer. He was reaching deep inside you, practically forcing the air out of your body, leaving you breathless. Your body spasmed as you orgasmed on his cock and he fucked you through it, before pulling out and releasing on your stomach, breathlessly thanking you.

ʚ AYATO & DILUC ɞ

You were silently sitting in the corner of Ayato’s office in the Kamisato residence, as the Yashiro Commissioner was talking about business with the Master of the Dawn Winery, Diluc Ragnvindr. The two had started doing business together a little after Thoma had returned from his first trip to Monstandt after the revocation of the Sakoku Decree. Ayato had visited the Dawn Winery to inspect if there could be some profit in a business partnership and was pleased with the results. The Yashiro Commission became the official importer and distributor of the Dawn Winery’s products, which became quite popular in Inazuma.

“I apologise for the delay of the delivery,” Diluc stated. “We were met with a horrendous thunderstorm on our way.”

“There is no need to worry.” Ayato politely smiled. “The wine will be delivered to the city within the day. I encourage you to go and take a look. The Summer Festival is one of our biggest festivals.”

“If time permits it, I’ll take a stroll around,” Diluc replied. “Oh, right. I almost forgot. I brought a few bottles of your favourite wine, Mr. Kamisato. I’ll go and bring them.”

“No need!” you stopped him, standing up. “You two can continue your conversation and I’ll go bring Mr. Ragnvindr’s present.”

“Just ask any of my employees and they’ll give it to you.”

Walking out of the office, you noticed Ayaka and Thoma waiting for you outside the door with eyes starved from exhilaration. You sighed and ignored them, walking towards the porch. But as expected, the two of them did not fret and followed you.

“How are you feeling now seeing Mr. Ragnvindr after four months?” Ayaka eagerly asked.

“I don’t understand your question, Milady,” you feigned ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb!” Thoma laughed. “We all know that you have a crush on him. Master Ayato even went out of his way and ordered that magnificent kimono for you to wear to the festival. He said and I quote ‘This would surely catch Mr. Ragnvindr’s attention’.”

“Master Ayato knows?” you gasped, then quickly covered your mouth with your hands.

“So, you admit it!” Ayaka teasingly nuzzled your side with her elbow. “Of course my brother knows about it! He always keeps his eyes out for the people closest to him.”

If only you knew about his dark side, Milady. You mentally sighed. You have been working as the Yashiro Commission’s Secretary for a long time now. Unknown to the public, you’re also involved with the Shuumatsuban as Ayato’s right hand. One of his first orders to you was not to involve Ayaka in any shady work they mingle in. You respected Ayato for trying to keep his younger sister out of harm’s way. And as his right hand, the two of you had spent countless nights working overtime or helping each other relieve some steam.

“Um, excuse me.” You tapped on an employee’s shoulder. As soon as you mentioned it, they gave you Diluc’s package for the Yashiro Commissioner. Thanking them, you returned to the office and resumed your previous position. You were sitting there, stealing glances of the Dawn Winery’s Master, feeling your heart beating fast in your chest. You locked eyes with him a few times. You were aware that given your position — and especially your involvement with the Shuumatsuban — it wouldn’t be possible for anything to happen between the two of you. And yet, you just couldn’t control yourself from longing for him.

“Are you sure you wish to stay here?” Ayato asked.

“I’m not feeling like attending a festival right now,” Diluc replied. “What about you, Mr. Kamisato? Shouldn’t you attend as you’re the Yashiro Commissioner?”

“Ayaka, my younger sister, is the one attending the social events. I would like to take this moment and rest a little.”

Night had fallen and the two business partners were enjoying a drink on the porch. The Kamisato Estate was serene and peaceful, since all the servants and guards had been dismissed for the night to enjoy the Summer Festival with their loved ones. You, however, were still there, attending to their needs.

“This kimono is so beautiful,” Diluc complimented you.

“Thank you.” You shyly smiled.

Ayato cunningly smirked, as he raised his cup to his lips, only to realise that it was empty. You choked a laugh, earning one of Ayato’s judgemental gazes, before standing up to go bring another bottle of wine. As you were returning, you tripped and fell on the wooden floor. Raising your head, you noticed the two of them looking at you with lustful eyes.

“Look what mess you made, dear,” Ayato sinisterly smirked.

You bit your lip nervously, observing the wine that had been spilt on Diluc’s shirt and Ayato’s pants. “I-I-I’m sorry!” you immediately apologised, flustered at your mistake. “I’ll go fetch you some dry clothes right—”

As you rushed to head inside, Ayato caught your arm and pulled you to him, your head colliding with his chest. “I have another idea in mind,” he breathed in your neck. You curiously looked at him, not quite understanding what his enigmatic suggestion meant. You twitched, feeling someone pulling your hair to the side and kissing your neck. It was Diluc, who was now standing behind you. You tried to say something, only for him to capture your lips in a fiery kiss.

Ayato rid you of your kimono, leaving you naked under the moonlight. He lay down, his head resting on the pillow, as he had you lie above him. He kissed gently your inner thighs, before locking his lips on your cunt. You moaned at his tongue licking your velvet folds. Ayato slapped your ass, having you bite back another moan. “Don’t just sit there. This isn’t for your entertainment, dear,” he explained. Discarding his pants, you squeezed his shaft, moving from the base to the tip at a slow tempo.

Him groaning in your pussy as you licked kitten licks all over him made you choke on literal air. You knew that this was his way of punishing you for soaking his pants with wine, even so you weren’t going to accept this so easily. You peppered his base with kisses, while your thumb worked on his tip, massaging it and coating it with his precum. Your breath hitched, feeling a gentle caress on your waist. Diluc kissed your back, making you arch at his soft lips, your skin burning wherever he touched you.

His tongue penetrated your ass hole, drenching it wet and loosening it. Diluc licked two of his fingers, before pushing them inside, pumping slowly to properly prepare you for what’s to come. You were stimulated simultaneously on both holes, resulting in a poor performance on your behalf as you couldn’t concentrate suitably on your own task. Ayato was taking note of that, as he would surely make you regret it later. For the time being, he was holding tightly onto your legs, preventing you from crushing his head, as he thrusted his tongue in your drenched cunt.

When you were all perfectly ready, Diluc unbuckled his pants and stroked his hard cock a few times, before slowly pushing himself in your hole. You found it difficult to keep yourself from crushing with Ayato’s thigh. Your titties were grazing his abdomen, as your body rhythmically moved in Diluc’s tempo, making him hard. You were close to your climax, which made you impatient. Your mind was stuck on the stretch of Diluc’s cock in your ass and on Ayato’s wicked tongue that abused your cunt. Diluc was the first to reach his orgasm, pulling back and ejaculating all over your ass.

As you had almost completely neglected him, Ayato didn’t give you the pleasure of letting you orgasm. You whined at his cruelty, only for him to grab your throat and crush your lips on his, devilish eyes observing you melting in his touch. He manhandled you into your hands and knees, positioning himself between your legs. His throbbing cock that was starved for touch teasingly rubbed your cunt, spreading your slick around your hole. Ayato shoved his cock in you, forcing the air out of your lungs, making tears well up in your eyes from his forceful thrusts.

Diluc couldn’t help but pump his cock in his hand, seeing your fucked out expression, as Ayato ravaged your cunt. Your lips were parted oh so beautifully that he couldn’t resist the temptation of sliding himself in your mouth. You gladly accepted him, your tongue swirling around his length, making his eyes roll to the back of his skull. “...Fuck— You feel so good, sucking me off like that…” he breathed heavily. Ayato’s sharp movements had you moaning, sending vibrations on his cock.

And here you are again, on the verge of ecstasy, mentally begging that Ayato won’t deny your orgasm again. Your eyes widened, as the two men cummed at the same time, one in your mouth, the other in your cunt. “This is your punishment for brushing me off earlier,” Ayato whispered in your ear, his hand holding delicately your throat as you swallowed Diluc’s cum. He kissed your shoulder, chuckling at your whine as he dragged himself out of your cunt, some of his cum spilling out.

ʚ TARTAGLIA & BAIZHU ɞ

“This place is pretty dead… By which I mean, there’s nothing to kill.” That’s what he said, leaning back on his seat, disappointed by the placidity of time. Tartaglia had been cooped up in the Northland Bank, not having anything in particular to do. He would always whine about how bored he was to you, always nagging you to go somewhere and stir up some trouble, just for the fun of it. So, when Andrei informed him of a well-known Liyue merchant’s outrageous debt to the bank, Tartaglia took it upon himself to pay a little visit to the merchant. And of course, you followed him, thinking that things couldn’t go bad.

However, when the two of you cornered the merchant and demanded the debt to be paid in full, you noticed how Tartaglia’s eyes glowed with fervent exhilaration at the appearance of the merchant’s bodyguards. “Stay behind me.” He protectively placed you behind him; not that you really needed to be protected. He knew that you were more than capable of protecting yourself, having sparred with him multiple times. And yet he couldn’t help but want to show off in front of you. Not to mention that he was itching for some kind of fight.

You spared yourself the trouble of having to deal with mongrels and just sat back and watched. Despite your initial estimation of the bodyguards’ strength, Tartaglia easily handled them. Maybe you had overestimated them. Or maybe your boss was a tiny bit arrogant while fighting them, as he left himself open, only for a moment, giving the chance to one of them to graze his right arm with his sword. You immediately called for backup and then rushed to his side, but he refused your help. In the end, he beat them up and had his subordinates deal with the rest.

“Let me see your arm,” you demanded. Lifting his arm, you observed the wound; it wasn’t too deep, but it clearly indicated that he hadn’t taken his opponents seriously, deeming them as trivial third-rate characters.

“It’s nothing serious, you don’t need to worry,” Tartaglia laughed.

“You need to have this checked right now! It might get an infection.”

“Aren’t you being a little dramatic right now?” he asked you, removing a strand of hair from your face. “It’s nothing. Really! It doesn’t even hurt.”

Your gaze said it all; you weren’t going to listen to a word he said. On the contrary, Tartaglia would be the one heeding to your orders. He sighed deeply, thinking that he still had a long way to go, before he could ever dream of winning a fight of nerves against you. He still thought that it wasn’t as big of a deal as you made it to be, yet he was willing to obey and go along with you, because he knew that deep down you were just worried about him. And that made him happy. Taking your hand, he rushed back to Northland Bank, impatient to have you comfort the poor injured him.

His tilted head, his quirked eyebrow and his awkward smile betrayed that he hadn’t expected you to bring him to Bubu Pharmacy. You started ascending the stairs, having him follow you, as your hands were intertwined. Tartaglia didn’t say anything about it, but he did find it a little suspicious when the two of you entered Dr. Baizhu’s room in the back of the pharmacy.

“Baizhu! Baizhu!” you called for him, as soon as you came inside. “I need your help! Tartaglia’s injured!”

“Geez, don’t make it sound as if I’m dying,” he joked. “It’s a scratch, honestly. She’s… Overreacting a little.”

“Take a seat and let me have a look,” Baizhu instructed him.

Tartaglia looked at you, then sighed and did as the doctor had asked him. Baizhu completely ripped off his ruined sleeve and started examining the wound, while you explained the situation.

“Well, the wound has slightly swelled up. Despite the fact that the assailant sliced your extensor digitorum muscle, it’s not a deep wound and it’ll heal quickly,” Baizhu diagnosed, as he stood up, going to his cabinets. “I’ll clean it, apply some ointment on it and wrap it in a bandage just to avoid any infection.” Taking what he needed, he then returned to treat the wound.

“By the way, Baizhu, where’s Changsheng?” you asked him, curiously looking around for her.

“Changsheng is currently preoccupied with Qiqi, sorting out some medicinal herbs,” he replied, while wrapping the treated wound in a bandage. “Have you been busy? I haven’t seen you a lot lately.”

“It was mostly dull bureaucratic work. This is the first time I’ve gone out in days.”

“It must have been so hard for you, you poor thing. No wonder you look so exhausted. Would you like me to prescribe you some medicine to help ease your fatigue?”

“I would appreciate it.”

Tartaglia had been observing you for a while, in his eyes there was a suspicious gleam. He had found it strange when you casually entered the back of the store, Baizhu’s living quarters, as if you were used to it. And now, something just didn’t sit right with him. Your conversation was so simple, just an exchange of concern between two friends. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else going on; something he wasn’t aware of.

“Are you, by any chance, seeing each other?” he interrupted your conversation.

“We’re not dating if that’s what you’re implying,” Baizhu answered his curiosity, then turned towards you, gently caressing your cheek with his hand. “We do, however, occasionally keep one another company during the lonely times of day.”

“Is that so?” Tartaglia wondered. Pulling your arm, he had you sit on his lap. “And here I thought I was your only lover,” he breathed on your neck, then bit you, making you hiss.

He wasn’t enraged, he didn’t have the right to be, since you weren’t anything official. But his whole being burnt fiercely with jealousy, thinking that the man in front of him had seen you in such an intimate manner. Dr. Baizhu is an irrefutable master of the medicinal arts; Tartaglia could never contradict this truth, even if he wanted to. However, he found it difficult to believe that the man who needed to rest after walking half a mile could ever satisfy you. Looking over at Baizhu, he smirked devilishly, as his hand wrapped around your neck, choking you.

“Tartaglia— Wha— What are you doing?!” you gasped as he unzipped your uniform.

“I thought that Dr. Baizhu and I could have a little taste of you. I am sure it’ll make me feel much better.” He bit your shoulder.

Baizhu leant on his arm, elbow on the desk, his eyes narrowing and his lips curling into a smirk, as he watched Tartaglia fondle your breasts, leaving kisses, hickeys and even bites. He menacingly chuckled at how hard you pressed your thighs together. You were enjoying this more than you were willing to admit, yet your moans betrayed you. There you were, sitting naked on Tartaglia’s lap, your head to his chest, his injured arm choking you, your legs spread open and two of his fingers thrusting into your wet cunt. And Baizhu watched every part of it.

“You like him watching you being fucked by another man, don’t you?” Tartaglia asked you, his voice laced with perilous lust. “Of course, you do. You’re so drenched that the squelching sounds of your little cunt echo throughout the room.”

His every derogatory word matched perfectly with his thrusts, making you drunk in his covetous desire. You couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t escape him. Your mind could only think of him depriving you of oxygen, while setting your whole being aflame. You desperately searched for air, feeling as if you could die any moment now. Your mind was shutting down and your body quivered as you reached your orgasm by his vicious fingers.

Whilst still in your little imaginary world, Tartaglia carried you to the bed, pinning you on the mattress as he hovered above you. You couldn’t process the scene in front of you, dazed from your prior release. He smirked, pleased to see you looking at him with that dumb expression of yours he loved so much, as he rid himself of the unrequired clothes. Aligning himself with your cunt, he dived right in, whistling enthusiastically at how quickly your velvet walls tightened around him.

His thrusts were virulent, his poison spreading through your body and making you addicted to him. Leaning closer, he forced your head to the side, having you lock eyes with Baizhu. “Has he ever fucked you like this? Raw and dumb? Hell, does he even know that you love being treated like a whore?” Tears were falling from your eyes. His hand that was covering your mouth muffled your whines and moans. With a swift move of his, you were flipped on your stomach, Tartaglia pulling your ass up, before jerking his hips aggressively into ravaging your pulsating cunt.

Opening your eyes, through your blurry vision, you noticed Baizhu sitting in front of you, his hand stroking his hardened cock. “I apologise, my dear. You are clearly preoccupied, but I would appreciate it if you could… Help me out a little.” For some reason you couldn’t comprehend, you turned to look over your shoulder at the man abusing your pussy. Tartaglia smirked, pleased with your reaction, then nodded to you, as if he were giving you permission to tend to the other man.

Your lips enveloped his cock in a sloppy and wet paradise, having Baizhu moan at the sensation. He would ruffle your hair and gently caress your cheek with the back of his fingers with a soft smile on his face, before letting out one of the sluttiest moans you had ever heard in the entirety of Teyvat. “Just like that, dear… Oh great Archons, you’re so gorgeous…” he chanted your praises as he cummed. Your body spasmed on his cock, as Tartaglia fucked you through your orgasm. He would occasionally lean down over you and mark your shoulders with hickeys, his hickeys.

Tartaglia filled you up with his cum, making sure every wall of that cunt was coated with it. Wrapping his hand in your hair, he gave it a small tug, indicating you to stand up. Your back collided with his chest, as his hand let go of your hair and found its place back to your neck. “I guess after we’re done, I’ll need a new bandage,” he sneered, the bandage of his arm having turned slightly red due to him forcing it. “Until then, I’m going to fuck you dumb.”

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Lucifer x Fem!Reader!

Content warning: ANGST TO FLUFF! :3 REALISTIC themes of REALITY (FROM MY PERSPECTIVE) this is a vent fic but I added my delusions of fluff for comfort, theres slight starvation of oneself (eating disorders right?) (this fic been in the back of my head all week)

(this MADE ME CRY WHILE WRITING I KID YOU NOT)

Synopsis: dealing with reality isn’t easy for anyone, upon walking home one day, you found a mirror, hoping you could sell the mirror for some cash, you discovered something money can’t buy… happiness.

(im craving for fluff)

making a one shot for my delusions

(the song that supported my delusions)

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭*Dancing within the mirror* ੈ✩‧₊˚

Your life wasn’t very pleasing to live, hell, life wasn’t pleasing to live at all, all the stress and endurance was so tiring, going to school, day in, day out was the least of your worries after you graduated.

Every kid has always said, “I can’t wait to grow up and do my own things!” at least once. once.

Now that you are an adult, nothing was as it seemed when you were younger. Yeah, you can do anything you wanted if you put your mind to it but it came with a price.. and that price was money.

Without money, you couldn’t do anything you dreamed of doing, without money, you couldn’t afford the things you even wanted- and to get anything you wanted, you had to get a ‘job.’ it’s the balance of life some say, but to you? it was control, it wasn’t about what you want or what you get, it’s all about having you work for the… them.

those people. the 1% some would call them.

Your mind deteriorated more and more from just not living anymore, just surviving.. you work, get the money, pay your taxes, pay your bills: your car, your electricity, your water, food, housing, insurance- everything.

You sat on the edge of your bed in your cold dark room, the moonlight twinkling in, it’s luminous rays escaping through the curtains at the window, you laid your head down crying and stressed, you can’t continue to survive like this, you just wanted to live.

You watch old shows and movies for comfort, wishing life would never change and forever stay the same, you wanted the world to stop revolving so you can just breathe. You watch cartoons and such, cause it seems they are living much happier than you ever will. Your mind always drifted off to just one day, you can lay in the grass and listen to the soft winds, the trees and grass rustling, dancing together as one with the wind.

You drew characters of your own, characters from your favorite shows and wrote everything your mind would drift off to, to cope with the bleak life that you had.

Sometimes, you wish reality could just.. shift, like if you wanted to live in your comfort characters universe? you could just poof! and then be there, talking for however long you wanted.

You sighed as you turned off your device, going to bed, too tired to do anything due to fatigue from nine hours of labor, you tucked yourself in, playing soft music to help you sleep with some sort of comfort, you closed your eyes to await another lifeless day of nothingness.

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Another exhausting day at work, you walk home, your car broke down for the nth time, knowing how corrupt reality is, it was intentional by the people who you got it from. Another bill to be paid, just to get your car fixed, just to work more, pay more, just to feed them.

You barely made it through the monthly payments, saving enough to pay them all off but not enough to feed you. You silently walked in the grass, no sidewalks to be seen cause everyone used cars nowadays, never their feet and it made the people who are supposed to run the country (or states), neglect their ideals that they offered the people.

You sighed, exhausted, walking for a whole hour, you decided to rest. You worked nine hours that day, walking endlessly and now you’re here, walking home. You pulled a bottle of water you had with you from your pocket, taking a sip to refreshen yourself, it was less half than empty but it was enough for you to be hydrated for your next other hour you had to walk home. When you drive to work, it’s only eight minutes but walking? it was fifteen times longer.

You got up to your feet to walk again, stuffing the empty plastic bottle into your pocket to find a place to dispose it, not wanting to litter the earth than it already has been from neglectful people who could care less where their trash goes.

Walking past a dumpster, you neared your destination to home, you tried to put in the bottle but as you did, you saw something glimmering in your eyes, you took a second glance at what was shining in the dumpster, there, you see the sun reflecting off a mirror- but not just any mirror, a beautiful one. It looked old and antique but it was so mesmerizing to look at, it had unique designs, embedded with gold, at the top of the mirror, sat an apple, a white snake wrapped around it, it was in quite good condition, not even the glass was cracked, ‘who would throw such beauty away?’ you thought, you wanted to take it home but you hesitated, wouldn’t you look like a hobo if you were to jump in to get it?

You looked in all directions, seeing if anyone was watching, when the coast was clear, you jumped in to get it, trying your best to reach it, without falling in. After a few seconds to a minute or so, you managed to get out scot-free, holding the mirror with both hands, you looked at the distinctive details more closely, it really looked at shiny as gold, you couldn’t tell if it was, you were no genius to know, nor did you have the knowledge to know, all you knew it was dirty from the grime in the dump, it definitely needed a cleaning.

You held the heavy glass carefully, walking down your neighborhood to your home, you put it down gently next to your front door, trying to get your keys to unlock it, when you did, you happily tuck your keys into you pocket, picking up the mirror and walking inside.

The moment you got this mirror, you thought about how it could benefit you, ‘could maybe clean it and then put it on sale at an antique shop or mall?’ you thought, hoping to grab a bit of money to help you probably get something eat for once other than toast and cereal.

You put the mirror in your bathroom tub, getting towels and wipes to carefully remove the dirt from the lined details, sticking your nail covered by the wipe, to chalk the dirt out from deep corners, after a bit, you washed it off carefully with water, holding it gently as to not let it fall and shatter, you turned off the water, grabbing a towel to carefully dry it, not wanting to accidentally scratch the glass somehow.

You took the mirror to your room, holding it with both hands, you sat it down to the ground, making it lean against the wall, you stretched before you took off your work clothes, deciding you wanted to shower after today, I mean, after walking endlessly for two hours at work (not to mention the additional two hours, walking home), and dumpster diving? You definitely could use one. You began collecting comfy clothes to relax in, digging through your drawers, you got just a tee and some shorts and an extra pair of undergarments, you took your clothes, grabbed a towel and left to the bathroom, leaving the mirror alone in the dimly sunlit room.

While you cleaned yourself, unbeknownst to you, the mirror flickered in and out bright yellow auras, the little dust and dusk of yellow floated around the mirror like fireflies, it was glowing at that point, bright yellow, the gold designs that traced around the mirror began to glow as well, and it immediately went out as you entered your room, a towel on your head, you sighed as you jumped into bed, digging out your work clothes that you left on your bed to grab your phone, you tossed your clothes to the side as you laid back down, scrolling through what-not to distract yourself from the loathing pain of loneliness in your life.

From evening to dusk, you blinked lazily, tired of scrolling on social media for hours, you continued to do so until you stopped at a video, a video that was quite a little too relatable. You thought that - that’s when you know it’s time to put the phone down, it’s enough internet for the day, You plugged in your phone, placing it on the night stand.

You shifted under the covers, bringing your pillow to your chest to hold it, hugging it tightly as if it were to ever be your significant other, knowing full well that - that one day, will never come… but it doesn’t hurt to imagine it right?

You hugged the pillow tightly, nuzzling your face in it, looking at the mirror that faced your bed, you laid there silently, feeling the loneliness get to you again, the clock ticking in your room as you waited for sleep to consume you, you closed your eyes, resting your head in the pillow you held, before falling asleep. As you slept, the mirror began to glow again, the same golden aura surrounded it, little small dots of light floating around it again, the light began to glow more, the longer you slept, the small dots of light danced in the air, eventually making it to your bed, the small dots of light gently touched your skin, one even kissed your nose, it made your face scrunch as you scratched it, removing the tickling feeling in your sleep, you then turn the other direction of your bed, faced away from the mirror, the lights backed away from you, like curious little fireflies, they floated around you once again, raining golden dust onto your head as if it were sandman, raining sand onto your head, gifting you the night of pure lofty dreams.

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You groaned as the morning light from the sun entered the room, waking you up from your dreams, it wasn’t often when you dreamed, usually they’d be nightmares or just plain weird.

You sat up on your bed, rubbing your eyes to wipe the sleep off them, you yawn as you shifted to slide off your bed, walking past the mirror to leave your room, with a quick glance while walking past it, it showed a different person in your reflection, you paused, you stepped back to look again, now puzzled, did you see that right? You look back at the mirror, seeing your reflection perfectly fine, you shook the thought off, thinking it was just you not being fully awake and your eyes were just messing with you, you left your room after that, not thinking anything further about it.

You brushed your teeth, brushed your hair, anything and everything needed to start the day, you grabbed your work clothes and your phone, glancing at the mirror again before taking a photo of it, later deciding to post it on the internet to see if anyone was willing to buy it. You left your house, locking the door, awaiting another repetitive day of your life… wasting away.

You had woke early for a reason, without your car (and the inability to afford an uber, nor risk spending any money), you had to walk to work, it was going to be a long exhausting day but that’s just life, the imbalance of it from what you could see at least.

After a long day of work, the painful exhaustion of walking home, you opened your door, dreadfully, today was worst than the last, you sighed as you went straight to your room, taking your work clothes off and jumping straight to bed, crying.

You curled up in your bed, grabbing your pillow to hold as comfort as you silently sobbed, the sun, slowly fading away from the room, dusking out that the day was nearly gone. You didn’t bother how hungry you felt, you just wanted to cry yourself to sleep, your co-workers were more aggressive today towards you, tripping you and telling you how you don’t seem to put more effort into you job as they do, it even got to the point where they’d report you to the manager, it was only worse when the manager actually believed them! You’d end up being scolded by your boss, not even he tried to listen to your side of the story, making this all the much worse to endure. You wanted to cry at work, you did during all of your lunch break, you spent the whole time crying silently in the restroom, forgetting to get at least something to eat during your time.

You just wished this whole nightmare could be over, you barely had time for your mental health, not to mention the time to do anything else to cope with the repetitiveness of reality either. You cried yourself to sleep that night, not the first of your many rests. It was however, noticed by the mirror you seemed to have forgotten about.

The mirror shimmered softly with light, the same as it did last night, unaware of it’s presence of magic, the light reached your bed, alluring you with comfort as you rested, dots of light danced around your exhausted body, giving you sweet dreams as it did last time, you smiled in your sleep, dreams overflowing in your subconscious as you slept, your body seemed more relaxed when the light tended and touched you, draining the soreness out your body, hoping you’d wake up feeling much better.

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More often than not, you’d wake up exhilarated and refreshed from the nights before, it bothered you at first but you adjusted to it rather quickly, seeing as you always felt bursted with energy, you could take on the day and go home like you just went through hell to just sleep and wake up feeling alright again. You still haven’t had gotten any responses on anything about the mirror in your room, no one willing to offer for it, it just sat in your room collecting dust, it had been like about a month or so by now, your depressed mind never really bothered with time anymore, seeing as it was pointless, nothing really changes in your life, you don’t even bother with holidays, seeing as there was no one to celebrate with.

After many times and days going through the same thing, you crashed onto the floor in your room, laying next to the mirror. You couldn’t bother getting up into bed this time, everything just felt so tolling, your co-workers were at it again, excusing themselves with how they had families to take care of and you didn’t, they hated how you got paid the same as they did, expecting you to be rich or something by now. You hugged yourself on the floor that night, crying once again, you were facing the direction of the mirror, ignoring it in your vast of self loathing.

You just wished and craved for affection from someone, anyone, just something, anything to stop the pain you felt inside your heart but that would never come, no one cared for you as you hoped that one day they would, you fell asleep on the floor that night, crying yourself to sleep once again, no different than all the other nights that shared the same.

An emitting aura glowed softly again from the mirror, amongst your sleep, brighter than all the times than the last, this time, it didn’t try to comfort you in your sleep, no, this time, it was trying to wake you, wanting you see what it held within itself, the dots of light kissed your face, their bright auras bringing you to wake, you opened your eyes, curious from what the light source was, you sat up from the floor rubbing your eye, “what the..” you say as you blink awake now, you see the mirror glowing with a golden aura, you were bewildered from such a thing being able to happen.

You looked into the mirror before backing away, your reflection making you gasp in shock, you slowly leaned into the mirrors view, looking at your reflection again, it was so different than what you actually looked like, you looked more… demonic? it was creepy, it made your skin crawl, the light that was doting on you, floated around you, catching your attention. You raised your hand out, the little light landing in your hand, you looked and admired its radiance before it flew up and towards the mirror, going straight into it, “wha…” you said rather quietly im confusion and curiosity, the mirror glass sending waves against itself like a water drop landing into water.

You hesitated, you weren’t sure what to do in this situation, when you first got this mirror- you didn’t expect it to be fucking magical!

The mirror calmly whispered a tune, alluring you, you looked at your reflection again, it going from your human self to something else.. You reached your hand out to the mirror, touching the glass but when you did, your hand phased through it, you pulled your hand back in surprise as you watched the mirror glass ripple from movement, you shifted closer to the mirror, the golden light being the only thing that lit up your room in the dead of night.

You put your hand through the glass again, feeling more calm about it, seeing as it was safe, you smiled in fascination, it wasn’t long before someone or something grabbed your hand on the other end, you tried to pull away but it held your writ tightly, you saw a hand hold onto you, covered in black and claws that looked sharp as knives, it pulled you through as your yelp in shock and fear, closing you eyes as you expected to endure some sort of pain coming your way but you didn’t feel any, you felt the warmth of someone’s chest, your hand in theirs, his other on your back, ensuring your safety through the glass.

“Greetings, little duckling.” The man coo’d, you look up to the stranger who caught your fall in confusion, your eyes widened when you realized it was your major comfort character currently, the devil himself: Lucifer. You pushed yourself away from embarrassment, trying to look at your surroundings, seeing as you were in a massive ball room, the tiles on the floor were shining gold as the stairs were cloaked with red, “where am I?” you panic, looking at your body, seeing as your color was different and your body was less humane, “what is happening?” you ask, startled, looking at Lucifer.

He walked closer to you, “hey, it’s okay, you’re safe here, I won’t hurt you,” he reassured as he reached his hand out, patiently waiting for you to take it, you gave yourself a moment to breathe, trying to process everything, you looked at him as he smiled comfortingly at you, waiting patiently for you to take his hand, before long, you took his hand, he leaned toward your hand kissing it gently, a surge of golden light looming from the kiss to around your body. You blinked in surprise and look at your body, clothes had been changed from your work attire to something more extravagant and elegant, you were suddenly wearing a ball gown, you picked up a piece of the fabric of the dress, looking closely at the details it withheld.

“Through that mirror of yours, i’ve been watching you,” he says as he stands up straight again, holding your hand in his, you looked at him, slightly uncomfortable from that statement, his eyes widened at realization as he turned away before scratching his neck, “I mean- I don’t mean in a weird way- like- I was- I just-“ he sighed in defeat, unable to explain his situation correctly, “It’s not what it seems,” he attempts again, looking at you with soft eyes, “it’s just- that mirror is a portal, it’s a portal that only one side could see from, I don’t even have control where it goes but-“ He trails off, “look,” he says, taking both your hands now as you stare at him, patiently waiting for him to fully give you his explanation, “It was something I made long ago,” he attempts again, “I left it on earth for centuries but I still had access to it, from one end I mean.” he pauses as he turns both of you toward the portal, his hand trailing across the glass, changing the location on the other end, you watched with your mouth a-gap, in awe from how surreal this all was.

“I watched many humans through this mirror, good and bad,” he says as he shows many past memories the mirror seemed to hold, “It’s the only thing I have that shows the good in humanity… sometimes.” he says as he cracks a side smile, hoping you aren’t weirded out too much by the whole ordeal.

Letting go of Lucifer’s hand, you lifted both hands to your chest, intertwining your hands together as you walked toward the portal mirror, “so you’re saying..” you spoke as you stared at the glass, “I have a magical mirror in my room?” You ask, turning to him, your dress swaying as you turned, “yeah,” he smiles in relief that you aren’t panicking as he was, “we could go with that.” he says as he walked to you again, “I watched all the nights you cried..” he began as he looked away from your gaze, “I saw how much pain you endured everyday, it was obvious in your eyes and…” he explains to you, his demeanor changing to nervousness as he avoided your gaze, “I tried to make your nights better as you slept, hoping you’d wake up, feeling like your days would be better.” he confesses with a awkward smile on his face as he showed you the golden light in his hands, resembling the same as the light you saw glowing around the mirror in your room.

“So you’re the reason behind why I always felt better in the morning?” You ask, expecting he would confirm your answer, “Yeah.” he admits, rubbing his neck again, you walk up to him, taking his hands in yours as you raised both your hands up together with a smile and a, “thank you.” Lucifer eyes sparkled as he felt a flutter in his stomach, he sort of expected you to panic or something but this was way better, he smiled at you softly, “I saw you crying earlier, worse than ever before,” he says emphatically, he placed of your gloved hands on his shoulder, the other one held with his, his hand was placed gently on your waist as he leaned towards you, “so I thought maybe this time,” he pauses, turning you to a different direction and dipping you gracefully, “I could make your dreams a reality.” he spoke with an ever graceful smile, doting on your beauty.

Your eyes widened in wonderment as he began to move on his own, “wait- I can’t dance-“ you try to exclaim but your feet moved on your own as well, “don’t worry my dove,” he says as he looks at you with that sparkle in his eyes again, “I got you covered on that, just enjoy it, like a dream.” he comforts you, his voice soft and alluring.

He snapped his fingers and you saw a set of ducks with bow ties and orchestrated instruments appearing with them, they sat between the open space of the stairs, “fond of ducks, i see?” you ask, giving him a sided glance with a smile, he rolls his eyes playfully before taking your hands into his again, “not as fond as I am with you tonight,” he says back, smirking playfully as he guides you towards the center of the ballroom, “you’re absolutely stunning tonight.”

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(prolly too dramatic but it was making me go insane while writing this (fluff is my kryptonite))

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A melody began to play in the background as you let Lucifer take the lead, looking at him in awe, entranced by his charms and his smile.

He spun with you around the ball room, your dress flowing behind every move you done, you looked at your dress in wonderment, you then looked back at Lucifer who was still giving you doe eyes. You had your mouth opened slightly, still processing that this was actually happening… and with Lucifer of all people.

Watching and feeling every shift both your bodies had made, you both move left and right in circles, you yelped softly in surprise when you began to spin, one of his hands still in yours, bringing you back to him to waltz across the massive golden ballroom, you looked at him again as he gave you a toothy grin, making you smile in pure delight from this dream.

It wasn’t long until golden light began to ignite under his feet, each step he took left a trail of golden luminescence, ducks soon flipped up from under ground as if they went under water to collect food to eat, they swam across the ballroom floor as you both stared into each others eyes, lost within the melody.

You looked down at your own feet in amazement, your own steps were leaving a trail of golden light, those golden trails soon grew into buds that blossomed into lotus flowers, the flowers slowly drifted across the floor, gracefully, like they floated above water. You were mesmerized in such beauty of magic, it wasn’t long until you felt a hand trace under your chin, bringing your gaze back to Lucifer, “eyes on me, my darling.” he says with a soft smile, bringing his hand back into yours.

You felt flustered from his gesture as he sprouted out his wings, all in their grace and beauty, you looked away again as you heard him chuckle a light laugh at your reaction, he closed his eyes as he soaked in the moment, spinning you around again before bringing you in, your attention came back to him as he opened his eyes to look at you, you began to feel light, you looked away for the third time, you saw yourself floating in the air with Lucifer, you looked back at him in a little worry but it quickly vanished away as his gaze comforted you, “I got you.” he says, knowing what was running through your mind.

The golden light still trailed after you both, the ducks and lotus flowers floating up with you both in unison, you were so dazed by how pleasant you felt, your eyes locking with Lucifers, you both leaned into each other, your heads touching, closing your eyes as you began to relax and enjoy the moment, everything feeling so perfect.

You both danced in the air in sync, your steps finally moving as your own, adjusted to the dance, he reeled you out, you spinning out before spinning back in, back into his arms, his wings feathers fluttered gently as you danced in circles, in and out, left and right.

You both leaned out, hands locked as you laughed lightly, making him smile even more that you are enjoying your time with him, he brought you in before spinning you once again, back to him again before dipping you gently, ensuring you won’t fall from his grasp, his eyes were in awe as you smiled, your smile is all he wanted to see after seeing you cry so many endless nights.

He drifted you both back down, the golden lit ducks and flowers following you both as you both twirled around, heading towards the mirror, a trail of ducks and flowers blooming from you both, when you reached the mirror, he dipped you again with one hand this time, his other hand caressing your hair, a soft golden glow luminously flowed in your hair before he gently cupped your face, “until next time, mon chérie.” Lucifer says with a smile and loving eyes, kissing your head lovingly before pushing you carefully into the mirror.

You sit up quickly waking up, the sun shining through your curtains into the bedroom, you looked at your hands, your skin color back to normal, your ball gown gone, ‘it was all a dream.’ you thought, only to frown, believing it was too good to be true, you looked at the mirror on the floor, leaning on the wall as it had always been, you looked at it curiously, you threw the covers to the side, shifting out of bed to walk to it, you picked it up, seeing that your reflection was completely normal, however, a golden lotus laid in your hair, confirming that maybe, it wasn’t a dream after all…

You heard a ‘ding’ on your phone, catching your attention, you put the mirror on your bed carefully, grabbing your phone to look at the notification.

- Hey, that’s a beautiful mirror! It looks super old! antique even! How about $1,500 for it?

You smiled at the notification, that was enough for you to pay most of your bills for this month, you left a response before putting your phone back on your nightstand, picking up the mirror and leaving the room.

- Sorry but I decided not to sell it, thank you for your time though. :]

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thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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