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civilight-eterna · 24 days

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Request: Velvet spends a lot of time (and, more importantly, energy) playing the straight man to Magilou’s antics. She is, of course, not a man: and as it happens, she may not be entirely straight either.

Bonus: Eleanor finds it equal parts amusing and thrilling to see the fearsome Lord of Calamity lose her cool at Magilou's prodding. But when she sees Velvet pull their teammate into an alley in Hellawes and press her up against the wall by her throat, laughter is the last thing on her mind.

"Father, I can understand why you would look at them and consider them unscrupulous miscreants, but I would recommend against being so reactive next time. It was clear enough to see that they only put on such a display because you provoked them, and I'd encourage you to consider the setting when engaging with troublemakers."

Once again, it was up to Eleanor to smooth things out in the aftermath of their little merry band trying to do something as simple as waiting in the church for the shops to open.

Privately, she thought the way that Velvet and Magilou had handled it had been...vindicating. The pastor had clearly singled them out for Velvet's attire, and Magilou had only tried to come to her rescue, in her own roundabout way.

Could it really be called a roundabout way, if Magilou was never straightforward in the first place?

Maybe Eleanor had admired the way they'd stood up for themselves because it felt like she was inadvertently sharing that umbrella of protection. She'd never really worked out how she felt about romance, but she knew enough that she was not interested in men.

Well. Most men. But she definitely had a leaning of sorts.

She parted ways with the group: Laphicet was blessedly so exhausted that he was asleep at the inn with Rokurou and Eizen to watch him and make sure he ate, so the three of them were none the wiser to the scene that had just unfolded.

I should give those two a talking-to, at least. Our cover will be blown if they keep doing things like that.

Velvet had grimaced and beckoned for Magilou to follow her for a 'chat', so Eleanor suspected they'd be just outside.

She hears Velvet's hushed voice and Magilou's not-so-hushed voice from the alley around back, and her ears perk up to listen as she sidles up against the corner to watch. Not to eavesdrop, but-just to wait and see! Maybe Velvet will do the important parts for her.

"Look. He was being a creep, but that doesn't mean you can just act as you please-! The second you started rubbing up on me I thought his eyes were going to roll right out of their sockets, the way he was ogling you." She's clearly agitated, her arms crossed, her finger tapping the inside of her forearm.

"Ohoho! So sweet of you to worry, but I'm used to being ogled! It's a shame if I'm not! A performer performs, and I performed perfectly. And you played along too, lest you forget! Throwing me across the altar and crawling over me like that until he went blue in the face-my heart nearly popped! Unless..." Magilou tips her head and Eleanor can hear her lilt suddenly drop into another tone entirely, "...did it really rile you up, right then in there? Thinking about doing it in front of a holy man, to spite the clergy?"

Eleanor is suddenly very, very still. She knows deep down that she's hiding herself for a different reason than she was when this started, but she can't will herself to move away.

I shouldn't be watching this.

"No, it did not."

"Aww, then were you worried about little ol' me? Thinking I've no defenses against the male gaze? I was never a naive country girl like you, Vel, I'm used to it."

"And you shouldn't be. Why is it so outlandish of me to want men to not act like animals? Especially around you, you look way too young for them anyway. If anything it's worse that you get them so excited."

"My my, that doesn't bode well for you, then does it, Vel?" Magilou's voice drops, suddenly serious, and if Eleanor didn't know better-bordering on authoritative. "Because I've seen you much more excited to see me than that."

It happens so quickly that Eleanor is frightened her flinch will give away her position-Velvet's claw erupts from its bandages and pins Magilou to the wall by her throat, her feet dangling.

"Keep talking if you want to pretend you don't know what I mean."

Magilou...laughs. It's strained and sputtering through the pressure at her throat, but she's clearly more delighted than afraid.

I should do something. This is getting out of hand-

SPLASH.

A burst of water soaks Velvet's face and she drops a giggling Magilou to the ground.

"Brat." Velvet bites out.

"Oh come on. I've seen you wetter. And you've seen me."

I need to leave-I really shouldn't be hearing-

But Eleanor stays rooted to the spot, ears burning, her body burning even in Hellawes' frigid climate.

"But tell you what. Let's kiss and make up? And then I'll behave until we get back to the inn." Magilou spreads her fingers into a 'v' just under her chin, poking her tongue out between them and bending her body forward with a great flourish. "What do you say, sourheart?"

Eleanor's heart thumps heavy in her chest as Velvet bridges the distance, take Magilou's chin in her own, leans in until there's barely any space between them. Velvet's lips part and Magilou's eyes go half-mast with a certain...earnestness that Eleanor wouldn't have believed unless she'd seen it with her own eyes.

But Velvet stops just shy.

"...Nice try. You're never behaved. And I'd be the fool for believing you could keep a promise like that."

Magilou's eyes flicker with a moment's surprise, but she's back on the other foot in the next breath.

"Oho, but perhaps you're the fool after all, for taking me seriously to begin with!"

...

Eleanor walks back to the inn, realizes that she's a little more alike to Magilou than she ever expected she could be, both for what thought lingers behind and for the fact that she'd never, ever be able to admit aloud-

...I was disappointed, too.

#tales of berseria #magivel #otp: act like a dove #nsft ish #my writing #requests #magiveleanor #finally getting back around to my requests....so sorry i'm late lmao

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whoneedsapublisher · 2 years

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Sincerity

Extremely explicit Velvet x Magilou that I've had half finished for ages and finally completed.

Words: ~3000

Summary: Magilou is irrating. At all times. Velvet has gotten used to her constant barbs and generally annoying nature, but unfortunately, Magilou has happened upon a new way to torment her that's harder to brush off.

Also on Ao3

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When Velvet had seen Magilou slip and fall from the rigging, she had caught her almost reflexively. She wished she hadn’t now. She really wished she hadn’t ended up catching her bridal style.

“Oh, Velvet!” Magilou said, her voice high and filled with sarcastic passion as she draped herself over Velvet, clinging to her like a limpet. “You’re so strong! Oh, I can’t stand it any more! I’m overcome with desire! Take me now, right here on the deck!”

“Oh, just shut up,” Velvet growled. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“I could be,” Magilou whispered in her ear, suddenly switching from loudly projecting her voice to murmuring just loud enough that only Velvet could hear. Velvet couldn’t see her face, but she was sure that there was an evil smile on it. “If you want me to, I’ll hold you down and fuck your ass raw any. Night. Of. The. Week.”

This, it seemed, was Magilou’s new game. It had started a few days ago, when she’d passed Velvet by after a battle and whispered “Love the outfit, by the way. Your breasts are looking very sexy today.”

Velvet, of course, had no idea how to respond, but could tell by the look on Magilou’s face- and, well, by knowing Magilou for more than ten seconds- that she was trying to get a rise out of her, so she decided to just ignore it.

That might have been a mistake.

Magilou seemed to have taken the lack of reaction as a challenge, and had started to escalate her… well, at this point “flirting” didn’t cover it. Flagrant propositioning? Sexual harassment? Whatever it was, it was starting to grate on her.

Maybe it would have been fine if she really could just ignore it. If she could just dismiss these little taunts as some annoying mind game Magilou was trying to play, then frankly it was pretty tame by Magilou’s standards. At least it didn’t involve Laphicet.

The problem was, Magilou was kind of hot, and being teased by her like this was starting to result in a lot of frustration building up.

“Quit hanging all over Velvet and get back to keeping lookout,” Eizen called out from above, his arms crossed and his eyebrow cocked.

“Awww, must I?”

“Yes,” Velvet said.

“Fiiiiiine,” Magilou said, leaping gracefully away from Velvet landing daintily on her feet. “Alas! The voyage of true love, tragically thrown off course!”

“As long as our ship doesn’t go off course, I don’t care,” Eizen said flatly.

Velvet watched Magilou clamber up the rigging with a frown and her arms crossed. She couldn’t let this continue much longer. She wasn’t going to be able to take it.

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“This Code Red demon has picked the most charming lair,” Magilou said sarcastically, daintily kicking a skull out of her way as she walked along the path. “A cave? In the middle of nowhere? Why, the real estate prices will be sky high once we get rid of the demon problem!”

“We’re not exterminators,” Velvet said flatly. “We’re just here for the Code Red. There’s no reason to waste time clearing out all the small fry.”

“Yes, yes, you’re very determined and focused,” Magilou said, flapping her hand dismissively. “You know, if we survive this impossible mission of yours, you’ll have to find something to do afterwards. Why not a realtor?”

“Do you really see me as the realtor type?” Velvet grumbled.

“I admit that you’re not exactly my first choice to sell something, but that’s what you have me for! I can be charming and enchanting and convince them that they just must buy this wonderful property, and you can be my assistant!”

“Like I was your ‘assistant’ in your magic show?” Velvet asked. “Yeah, I’ll pass.”

“Oh, don’t be like that Velvet,” Magilou said. “We could get you a nice new outfit. Ooh, something tight, I think. And revealing. Not that what you’re wearing already isn’t delightfully skimpy, but I think for real estate it would need to be a little more subtle. A nice deep neckline, for example.”

“Are you done yet?”

“Oh, fine,” Magilou said. She drew a little closer. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind you not wearing anything,” she purred, leaning in and speaking softly in Velvet’s ear. “But I wouldn’t want to share. I’d want to keep that all to myself. Just like I want to be the only person who sees your face when you come.”

“Will you stop already?” Velvet growled.

“Oh, you finally acknowledged it!” Magilou said, clapping her hands together. “Was that your favourite one, then?”

“No,” Velvet said. “Fine. Whatever. Sure. You got me. Now stop doing that.”

“Stop doing what?” Magilou asked, with transparently fake innocence.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Velvet said. “All these weird lies about wanting to have sex with me.”

“Lies? You wound me!” Magilou said, throwing her head back. “Here I am, bearing my very heart and soul to you, and you cruelly turn me aside and accuse me of lying!”

She tilted her head forward again slightly to grin at Velvet. “Trust me, nothing I’ve said about wanting to fuck you was a lie.”

Velvet narrowed her eyes at her.

Magilou was just too hard to read. When Laphicet smiled, it lit up his whole face, his mouth stretching with the effort to try and fit all the joy in him. It was innocent and sincere. When Eizen smiled, it was more restrained, more controlled, but you could see the happiness creeping out of the corner of his eyes. When Magilou smiled, though, it was more like she’d put on one of those eerie masks that people hung from the sign in theatres, an empty leering grin that covered the person’s face and hid everything beneath.

Was she being serious? Or was she just still trying to annoy Velvet? It was impossible to tell, and Magilou knew it. She could just sit there smugly, knowing that Velvet didn’t have any way to respond.

It pissed her off.

“I said to knock that shit off,” Velvet snapped.

“Ooh, scary!” Magilou said, cupping her hands ot her cheeks. “Are you going to eat me, Velvet?”

Oh, the hell with it. She’d know one way or the other. It wasn’t like Magilou could tease her anymore.

“In a certain sense,” Velvet said, stepping closer to Magilou and pressing her back against the wall of the cave, then leaning her to head down to dive in for a kiss.

She’d expected to catch Magilou off guard, but clearly she’d underestimated her. Magilou kissed her back, hungrily, immediately, like she’d been expecting it all along. In fact, she gained control of the kiss effortlessly, slipping her tongue into Velvet’s mouth. When Velvet pulled back, Magilou looked smuger than ever.

“Oh? Believe me now, do you?”

Velvet frowned and stepped back, drawing out her sword. Magilou still didn’t even flinch.

It was something that Velvet found most bizzare about her. She wasn’t even that strong, but she treated every threat as barely worth noticing. Beyond that, even stranger, she seemed honestly not to consider Velvet as a threat. Or even dangerous in general. When she’d freed the priestess’s daughter, Laphicet and Eleanor were sure she was going to kill the girl. Rokurou and Eizen probably thought the same, and were quietly accepting the judgement without complaint. But only Magilou was perfectly calm before and after, throwing a little taunt in as Velvet walked away.

What was it that she saw in Velvet that made her so convinced that Velvet wasn’t a violent, evil, dangerous daemon hell-bent on revenge? What made Magilou consider her someone to be kissed, not killed?

Whatever. She was overthinking things. If Magilou wanted to have fun with her, then fine. With her sense of taste gone, the simple, natural pleasure of eating had lost its appeal. Maybe sex would be a good replacement.

Sighing, she reached down and undid the straps on her gauntlet, letting it and her sword clatter to the ground.

“Ooh, you’re taking that off? Now this is serious,” Magilou said, reaching down to start undoing her belt of books. “I’m fairly sure I’ve seen you wearing that in the bath.”

Velvet didn’t dignify that with a response as she startled unbuckling and untying her various pieces of armour and clothing. From the rustling noises in front of her and the cheerful humming, she could tell Magilou was doing the same thing.

By the time Velvet straightened back up and shrugged off her cape, Magilou was already standing naked in front of her, one hand on her cocked hip and openly leering at Velvet.

Well, naked wasn’t quite right. More accurately, she was almost naked.

“...Why are you still wearing that hat?” Velvet asked.

“A witch’s hat is her very life!” Magilou protested. “Why, it would be weirder if I didn’t keep it on, wouldn’t it?”

“...Fine,” Velvet said. She didn’t feel like arguing about something this stupid.

Magilou wasn’t that well endowed, and her figure wasn’t that impressive. But to Velvet, for whatever reason, she looked unbearably hot, from her surprisingly defined biceps to her smooth legs. The worst part was, she knew it, with her sultry pose and her smug grin.

“My, my,” she said. “Being a demon certainly hasn’t stopped you being a beautiful woman.”

Velvet frowned. “What are you even talking about?” she said, raising her left arm meaningfully. “This body is a weapon. Don’t forget that.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Magilou said tauntingly, stepping forward. “Well, miss weapon, how about you show me just how dangerous you are?”

Velvet clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Don’t underestimate me,” she growled, stepping forward and pushing Magilou back against the wall of the cave. “I’m done playing nice.”

“Were you being gentle before? Such a romantic! You really are a swee-”

Velvet cut her off with a rough kiss, shoving her tongue in Magilou’s mouth as one hand slid to Magilou’s waist and the other stroked her breast. Magilou cupped her face, her eyes glittering with glee as she shamelessly pressed back up against Velvet’s hand.

Velvet pulled away from the kiss and dropped to her knees.

Nudging Magilou’s legs apart, she paused for a second.

It was all very well and good to think about having casual sex. But… well, she was still a virgin. Even if she didn’t harbour any naive little maidenly ideals of giving her first time to the person she loved in some sickeningly romantic scene out of a bad novel, it was still a bit of a jump to go this far so fast.

“Something wrong, Velvet?” Magilou asked.

“No!” Velvet snapped. Damnit, what was she even hesitating for? It was just sex. Whatever. Who cared? Even if she wasn’t any good at it, so what? Magilou wouldn’t get off as fast? Too bad for her.

“It’s okay.” Velvet stiffened. Magilou’s hand caressed her cheek. Gently. “You don’t have to rush.”

Mockingly.

Velvet grit her teeth.

“I told you not to underestimate me.”

Leaning forward, she pressed her tongue between Magilou’s legs.

Immediately, Magilou tensed up and let out a little yelp.

Damnit, she really had been underestimating her. She’d definitely thought that Velvet was going to back down. Had she thought that from the very start? Had undressing just all been one big bluff?

Well, Velvet was going to call that bluff.

She slid her tongue along the length of Magilou’s opening and was rewarded with another gasp. Magilou’s legs started to clench together a little, but Velvet reached out and held them in place firmly.

She wasn’t entirely ignorant of what she was doing. She wasn’t proud of it, but well, she had been a horny teenage for a few years before everything happened with Artorius. She’d… experimented before. Magilou’s pussy wasn’t exactly like hers, but she was pretty confident in how to make her feel good. Judging by Magilou’s reactions, it was working.

“Ah, V-Velvet…” she whined.

Velvet pulled back and glared up at her. “Shut up,” she said, and then returned to work.

It didn’t take long before Magilou came. Letting out a shriek, her legs tightened up even more, and she shuddered under Velvet’s hands.Velvet pulled away and Magilou struggled to stay on her feet.

“Hmph,” Velvet said, smirking. “I warned you.”

“Youuuuu,” Magilou said, glaring at her. “My pride will not stand for this! I refuse to let this be one sided!”

“What are you talking ab-”

Before Velvet could react, Magilou had tackled her to the ground, pressing her body against Velvet. Frankly, with Magilou’s frame, a tackle really shouldn’t have worked on Velvet, but she’d been so caught off guard by the sudden pounce that she’d reflexively leaned away and been caught off balance.

“I’ll show you that I’m not to be underestimated either!” Magilou said, wiggling her fingers almost menacingly.

“Who was underestimating you?” Velvet asked, shrugging.

“Silence!”

Magilou slipped a hand between Velvet’s legs, and Velvet bit back a moan. It felt so different to doing it herself. Magilou’s fingers were dainty and agile, brushing against her in variety of ways and stroking and pressing against her in new and interesting ways.

“Oh ho, gone quiet all of a sudden, have you?” Magilou purred, her other hand coming up to grope Velvet’s breasts. “Velvet, your chest is so nice. Do you mind if I bury my face in it?”

“I… don’t care,” Velvet managed.

“Wonderful!” Magilou said, planting her face right in the middle of Velvet’s chest eagerly.

Velvet moaned, finally unable to keep it back as one of Magilou’s fingers slipped inside her.

Magilou made a smug little noise, but Velvet barely registered it.

When was the last time she’d felt like this? When was the last time she’d been able to just feel pleasure, instead of pain or numbness? She’d enjoyed food, before, but now it tasted like nothing. Even eating Magilou out had been as flavourless as everything else in her life. But this pleasure… her body didn’t dull it, or turn it into pain, or anything. She could finally just bask in the natural sensation of feeling good, and that luxury melted her brain into goo as she lay there spreading her legs wantonly for Magilou to make her feel even better.

It felt like eternity, but eventually, her pleasure started to spiral higher and higher until she was overwhelmed.

When she came down a little and opened her eyes again, Magilou was looking triumphantly down at her.

“See?!” she said. “One mighty demon, thoroughly vanquished by Magnificent Magilou, Mistress of Muff!”

Velvet made a face at the awful new title Magilou had bestowed on herself.

“Who says I’m “vanquished”?” she said.

“There’s no point denying it! Your toes were curling like rapping bacon on a hot skillet! Your moans were a veritable symphony of submission! You were vanquished!”

Alright, this was starting to get annoying.

“You shouldn’t get so cocky,” Velvet growled, and unleashed her demonic arm, wrapping her claws around Magilou. Magilou let up a squeak of surprise as Velvet lifted her, sitting up and glaring into her face. But instead of looking afraid, after the initial surprise Magilou just smirked at her.

“Oh? Finally started to play a little rough, have you?”

Velvet took her other hand and pressed it between Magilou’s legs. She was plenty wet enough for Velvet to easily slip two fingers in, her thumb resting on Magilou’s clit. It was crude and unsubtle, but Velvet wasn’t looking to be fancy. She was looking to wreck this stupid little jester so badly that she couldn’t make any more smarmy remarks. And so she started to pump her fingers inside of Magilou.

Magilou patented in her grasp, squealing happily as she bucked against Velvet’s hand. She still wasn’t intimidated, but she sure as hell wasn’t giving Velvet an above it all little smile. She was moaning and bucking and her tongue was lolling out of her mouth. Apparently “rough” was just her speed.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me, Velvet!” she shrieked. “Harder!”

Velvet obliged, speeding up and pressing down harder with her thumb. At this point, it almost felt brutal, but Magilou was loving every second of it, letting out shrill yelps and moans as she thrashed against Velvet’s unyielding grip.

It wasn’t long before Magilou came, her back arching as she let out an unrestrained screaming cry of pleasure, a rush of her juices flooding Velvet’s hand as she twitched and trembled. Velvet didn’t let it end quickly, dragging out the orgasm for as long as she could before finally pulling back, leaving Magilou limp in her hand.

Then she released her grip, pulling her arm back into the bandages. Magilou flopped down onto Velvet like all her bones had disappeared at once. Actually, that sounded like something Magilou would do to people if she had the ability to.

At the moment, though, she didn’t seem to have the ability to do much of anything except lie on top on Velvet and let out a weird little noise that was part way between panting and giggling.

Good. Velvet liked her better this way, anyway. Well, maybe not if she stayed like that forever, but Velvet still hadn’t grown tired of the relative quiet before Magilou recovered enough to lift her head and look up at her again.

“Hello, beautiful,” Magilou said, smiling up at Velvet shamelessly. “Do you take applications for the position of full time fuckbuddy? I’d like to submit my resumé.”

Even after all that, it seemed that Magilou wasn’t going to knock off the cheesy come-ons. In fact, Velvet had a bad feeling that they were going to get worse.

Ah, the hell with it.

Velvet reached up and knocked the hat off Magilou’s head with a flick of her wrist.

“Hey!”

At least now she had a good way blow off steam.

#tales of berseria #tales series #n*sfw text #magivel

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