Gross. [Reverse! Harem x Reincarnated! Male! Reader]

C. 6

Reaven, who was finally dressed in a robe, which was much more relaxed looking since it was a free day, was finally next to you. His long hair wasn't put up and was instead brushed and brushed and brushed, that was probably what took him so long to get ready.

"So, Your Divineness is there anything you want to do today?"

You look him in the eyes, which makes him flinch back slightly before he steeled himself and was able to keep your powerful gaze. You watch as he starts to become anxious, the top of his shoes melodically hitting the ground, matching the pace of his finger tapping his inner palm. His eyes, akin to yesterday, stared into yours without much fear, he was the only person you knew that wasn't completely terrified of the power you had, he had watched people be decapitated for giving you a wrong look before yet he seemed to think you would never harm him.

"Reaven, is the fourth free today?"

"Ah, yes, Your Divineness. Shall I send a letter?"

You nod, watching him write as you start to walk towards your change room, Reaven soon following after giving the newly written note to someone passing by. His heels fell into a rhythm, heavy steps matching yours.

Left, right, left, right.

"Well, Your Divineness, any colours you want to wear today?"

A young man, short black hair that almost looked blue, smiled up at you, of course avoiding your vision but you couldn't miss the red eyes he had that shined almost as brightly as Reaven's golden orbs. You didn't remember hiring him, nor do you remember ever seeing his distinct eyes before and you don't forget people with such features easily, you remember a young girl with purple eyes from life's ago you once saw in a passing glance!

"What's your name?"

He chuckles, turning his head to the left and you see a beauty mark on his right cheek, it was just above his cheekbones, it gave him the look of a model and his outfit fit his look. Skintight shirt with beautiful sharp lines that showed off his lean form and his uncovered hands were covered in freckles that almost vanished into his tan skin.

"My name's Abel, Your Divineness. Now, are there any colours you favour?"

Though the colour blue was on the tip of your tongue, you instead swallowed that colour, another that's now stuck in your mind seemed much more fitting.

"Red."

He smiles before looking right at your eyes, the crimson colour seemingly swirling around your brain as both of you refuse to look away from the other. His charming smile falls into a smirk and he gently reaches out to you, grabbing your arm to lead you to the dressing room.

"Ah, yes. Red is gorgeous, isn't it? You know,"

His hand that was just resting on your arm travels up to hold your chin in his palm and, after making you lean down since he was shorter than you, he seems to inspect every inch of your face.

"Even if you are so very handsome, I think you'd look even better if your face was red."

Now getting the game he was playing you smirk, grabbing the hand that cupped your cheek, and kissed his knuckles. He, much less flustered than the other people you usually come in contact with, breathily laughs and even if you were now standing eye to eye, he appears to look down on you. His other hand trails up your torso and suddenly he pushes you against a wall, gold decorating both you and the new barrier against your back.

"Well, I didn't expect this~."

Abel's voice changes from the silky tone you had already grown attached to, it's suddenly deeper, and with how close he had pushed his body towards yours, you felt the rumble in his chest on you.

"You're much more confident than I imagined, Your Divineness. I heard you were nothing more than, well, new to this type of this activity."

His teeth seemed sharper and his blood coloured eyes dragged over your body, his hand right above your collar-

in one swift motion, Abel's thrown off you, his back slamming on a nearby wardrobe that held your clothes. Some of them. You hear bones crack and the ravened hair male falls down to a sitting position, his arm rubbing the back of his neck as he hisses slightly in pain.

"Don't you DARE touch the Divineness! Your nothing more than a sinner, unworthy of him!"

"Than 'spouse you think you the only worthy one, huh? Can't leave your precious Preist alone?"

Though you only see his side profile, golden eyes shine brighter in an almost glowing fashion, his white hair no longer just falling like a waterfall on his back and now seemingly flowing behind him. Reaven was quite intimidating like this, you believe that if you weren't much more powerful than him, you might've felt weak in your knees due to fear though Abel doesn't share your thought.

He stands, knees popping as he stretches his legs, scowling at your assistant, who you were sure couldn't launch someone as he had just a moment ago, he starts to bark angry words at him.

"You do realize that the Divine Preist himself, was coming onto me as well, right?! Or were you simply blinded by rage at the thought of Y/n finally losing his virginity to someone other than you?!"

Reaven, who glanced at you only to see a grown man excitedly bouncing his head back and forth as two people fought, took a deep breath and calmed himself before simply slapping the both beauty marked and freckled male.

It was loud, and if it was ringing in your ears you were sure it was ringing in Abel's, whose head was now turned left and angled down.

"Sinner."

"Bravo, bravo, now that's enough."

You stand between the both of them, letting your now glaring eyes linger on the ivory-haired male and your gentle hands make the pitch black-haired man look at you, little drips of red dripping down his lips. You add pressure to the sides of his jaw, forcing them open to see teeth marks filling with blood on his bottom lip. You straighten your back, turning around to see Reaven still glaring but now at his left hand.

"Reaven."

He flinches before looking at you, a soft twitch at the edges of his lips.

"Your Divineness-!"

A quick backhand to his face silences him, and tears form at the corners of his eyes but his lips form a large smile.

"Thank you."

"Yes, now leave."

Though he frowns, Reaven exits, leaving you with a raven-haired man who couldn't control his laughter so he tried to hide it behind his palm. You grab his face again, and he opens his mouth before you even make him, dragging your thumb against the blood that now pooled towards his lower gums. You slowly remove your thumb, watching as he glances at it, seeing the liquid that escaped him, before smirking again.

"Your right. Red is so very beautiful."