lijojo

[lijojo]

I know you're probably tired of hearing this, but PLEASE keep writing the "when everyman you date becomes obsessed with you".

I need to know what his lore is if he isn't just lying through his teeth about knowing the witch.

LMAO no worries anon, i'm happy you like the series :D

part 3 is currently under works rn, it's just taking a while bc of life + a little bit of writer's block but dw it's on its way!!

[lijojo]

help, my classmates think we're soulmates!

premise: in an attempt to protect yourself from your obsessive admirers, you try to weird them out by being as openly perverted as possible (spoiler: it doesn’t work). (yandere! honkai star rail x reader) (high school au) dark content, nsfw, all characters are 18+

it starts with a confession. 

“i like you!” 

crumpled between phainon’s hands is an envelope. a love letter, no doubt. you observe it for a moment before looking up at his face, which is more or less fixated on his shoes. 

“i know this is out of nowhere, but i’ve liked you for a very long time! every time you smile, it’s like my heart skips a beat. whenever you’re in the room, my eyes drift towards you. you’re so cute and elegant, i can’t help but like you. i like you so much, please go out with me!” 

phainon bows rapidly at a ninety-degree angle, his shaggy hair falling onto his face. he’s so quick it spooks you.

you almost want to laugh at his words. cute? elegant? what a joke.

it’s true, you weren’t expecting a confession when phainon asked to meet you outside of class. ah, but it’s really a shame.

between his messy hair, his habit of hunching over, and his quiet nature, he’s really not your type.

to be honest, no one at this school is. because in reality, your heart is solely reserved for fictional men. 

that’s right. there’s nothing wrong with enjoying fictional men! they’re so hot, even their bedheads are attractive. plus, you can read smut and fantasize about them without feeling guilty. unlike real men, they’ll never disappoint you. 

not that’d you’d ever let your friends know. you’d practically die of embarrassment. the entire school sees you as cute and innocent, who’d probably never seen a man’s dick (which isn’t true…if you count drawn ones). 

and you’d like to keep it that way!

you take the envelope in your hands, staring at it thoughtfully while also trying not to wince at how wet it is from phainon’s sweat.

“sorry, i don’t like you. i hope we can be friends though!”

it really is a shame… the weather’s so good today. if only phainon confessed to someone else, this would’ve been the beautiful start to a shoujo anime. 

yes… you can imagine it… the romantic walk at sunset… watching the fireworks together… 

“is there someone else then?”

you snap out of your little daydream. “um, no?”

he scowls. “you’re lying, aren’t you. that’s why you won’t accept me, right?”

you wave your hands in defense. “no, no, not at all! i’m just not looking to date anyone.” not anyone in real life, that is. you got your husbandos at home waiting for you (they hate waiting). 

“no… i don’t believe that. you’re too cute not to have admirers…” phainon mumbles under his breath before reaching some kind of ‘aha’ moment. “then, if i get rid of them, you’ll like me, right?”

um…what?

“i never said that!”

phainon shrugs. “i’ll just kill them.” 

“um!” you’re scrambling for a solution here. phainon looks so livid it’s unsettling. 

you try to back away, but he latches onto your wrist. his grip is tight enough to bruise, your pulse quickening under his touch. 

you don’t know him very well, other than the fact that he’s some nobody in your class. but it’s always the quiet kids who are the scariest, and you don’t wanna take your chances.

oh! maybe if he finds out how you really are, he’ll back off. sure, you’d rather keep your otaku life secret, but phainon doesn’t have any friends. no one will believe him anyway. yes! this has to work!

“ahahaha, are you sure you really like me?”

“yes,” he says without missing a beat.

“i’m weird though.” that’s right. maybe if you weird him out, he’ll finally stop idolizing the idea of you and leave.

he’s visibly confused at this. it’s working. “weird how?”

“i have para-social fantasies about fictional men. my only hobby is watching anime and reading manhwa, and jacking off to it.” 

you inwardly wince. maybe that’s being too honest.

phainon looks unfazed, though. “but this is the modern era. isn’t that normal nowadays?”

“but real life men gross me out.” you even go as far as gagging as graphically as possible. kinda like how a cat vomits up a furball. “fictional men just have unreal body proportions, and they’re faces are crafted by literal artistic gods. even their dicks are godly!” 

you take a second to whip out your phone to your very-top-secret-no-one-must-know-unless-its-dire-circumstances-like-your-classmate-threatening-to-kill-someone-and-his-grip-is-starting-to-hurt-dire and start flipping through your saved album of half-naked and fully-naked anime men to further emphasize your point. “how could they possibly compare to men in real life?”

you shove it in his face so he has no other choice but to look at fictional dick. hopefully that creeps him out now!

he stares at your phone screen, quiet.

“oh, so if i look like them, you’ll like me?” phainon asks, finally letting go. 

you blink, a little perplexed that he’s not reacting the way he’s supposed to. but he’s calmer now. so that’s good. 

“yes!” you exclaim. it’s not like he’ll do it anyway. with how he’s built and dressed now, working towards looking like your fictional crushes should be near impossible.

he nods before making a prompt exit. 

alone, you fist pump in victory. problem solved! now, your husbandos are waiting for you…

three weeks later, you’re sitting at your desk when the door slams open. you nearly jump in your seat when in walks in someone you’ve never seen before. 

you might hate real life men, but this guy is so hot you’re this close to changing your mind. he’s drop dead gorgeous, from his lustrous hair to his dripping confidence. 

and he’s…

he’s walking right towards you?!

you’re classmates start whispering, staring down at this seemingly new transfer student like fresh meat. 

when he stops at your desk, your breath hitches. he smiles a little at that. 

the mysterious newcomer pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gingerly raising your head to look him in the eye. 

“so, do i look like your favorite fictional characters now?”

phainon?!

“first it was the student council president, now phainon?” himeko notes. 

“why are you so surprised, she’s always been popular,” march 7th replies, munching on a strawberry pocky stick all the while. she turns to you. “i mean, lots of people have always been confessing to you, right?”

you laugh delicately. “i’m not sure about that.” oh, but you’re very sure. with top-tier grades, top-tier personality, and top-tier looks, it’s no lie to say you’re somewhat of an idol of the school. 

you wink. “oh, but i am cute, aren’t i?” if only they knew you were secretly a degenerate who spends her free time reading smut and fantasizing over men who aren’t real.

march 7th laughs. “of course you are.”

the conversation cuts short at the mention of your name. 

the three of you turn to the doorway to see jing yuan talking to one of your classmates. when he notices, jing yuan waves you over. 

march 7th elbows you with a devious look. “speaking of the student council president…”

“oh hush,” you playfully chide, “i’m sure it’s nothing.”

himeko raises a brow at that. “knowing him? it never is.”

when you ask jing yuan where the two of you are going, he merely brushes it off, throwing whatever dumb excuse there is.

“we’re heading to the student council room.”

“for that?”

“you’ll see.”

as you walk down the hall, you find yourself entering an empty classroom, jing yuan closing the door behind you.

“but this isn’t the student council room—”

wham! jing yuan’s arm slams into the wall, effectively cornering you between the wall and him.

he kabedon’d you.

ka. be. don.

kabedon?

KABEDON?!

oh gods. it’s like in one of those shoujo mangas you read where the male lead traps the female lead in an ultra-romantic confrontational scene. you swear there’s cherry blossoms falling in the backdrop. and… and is kiss! kiss! fall in love playing?!

no… with this kind of atmosphere, it might be love, maybe instead…

“are you even listening?”

“oh, uh huh, yeah…”

your face is flushed, your heart practically beating out of your chest. you wish you could astral-project out of your body to take a photo of this. no one has ever done this to you before!

he sighs. “did you think about my proposition?”

“proposition? what proposition?”

“to be my girlfriend.”

those words take you back to reality. “oh! yes, that. i thought i already told you? i want to focus on my studies.”

he leans closer, close enough that you can feel his breath tickling your nose. now, jing yuan may be a 3d guy, but that doesn’t mean he’s good-looking, even by your standards. he’s like a sculpture handcrafted by the gods. it takes everything within you not to just kiss him. 

no… your husbandos wouldn’t like that…

“but you’re giving an exception to phainon?”

“phainon?” you ask. 

sure, he’s been tagging along lately like a lost puppy, even with the continuous ogling from your peers. ever since his glow up, people have been confessing to him nonstop, yet he still chose to hang out with you. he sits with you at lunch, and he partners up with you in gym class whenever opposite-pairings are required. but that doesn’t mean you two are a thing.

“phainon and i aren’t dating.”

“oh really? i bet phainon thinks differently.” 

“it’s not my fault he thinks i like hot men’s dicks!” you blurt out.

the words are out of your mouth before you can even properly filter them. 

you clamp your hands over your mouth in shock. 

you and you’re big mouth, you think. 

jing yuan looks so astounded you want to take a picture. it’d definitely be a good meme. 

maybe… maybe you don’t need to worry! jing yuan is much too strategic to go about airing your business, especially if he likes you. he likes you for your poised persona, if you two ever dated and your secret got out that’d do numbers to his reputation. so your secret is probably safe with him—

“oh my gods! i’m so sorry!” 

your blood runs cold. 

you turn your head slowly like a robot to find march 7th at the door. 

she shuffles around, shy. “the homeroom teacher’s looking for you.”

you might trust jing yuan not to say a peep, but even without any ill intention, march 7th tends to be a little loose-lipped. 

“so… hot men, huh?” jing yuan murmurs, amused.

you look back at him, scowling. if your face felt hot before, it feels like it’s on fire now. 

“not. another. word.”

even though march 7th has apologized several times over, you know the damage has already been done. even if you warn her not to, you know march 7th is going to spill the beans eventually to everyone and anyone who’ll listen. 

well, it’s not as if you mentioned anything related to fictional men. it could be worse. everyone likes hot dick, right? you’re teenagers… it’s completely normal… yes, it’s not the end of the world…

the world ends right when argenti, president of the beauty club and honorary member of the theater club, slams open the door to your classroom. 

what is with everyone and slamming doors?

he struts in like some kind of diva, an air of the usual confidence and pizazz surrounding him like a thickly-applied perfume. 

he strides up to your desk.

“so, i heard you like hot men?” he flips his hair. “well, here i am.”

your soul leaves your body right there and then. 

you sink down in your seat. “yep… that’s me… lover of hot men…” 

internally, you’re waving your reputation as an innocent goddess goodbye with a white flag and tissue. 

as if it couldn’t get worse (it always gets worse), argenti kneels down with a rose in hand, his other over his heart. 

“won’t you do me the honor of being the love of my life?” 

everyone is whispering now. you can practically feel the charisma and gracefulness you worked so hard for draining from your body

“i mean, i’m beautiful, you’re beautiful… it’s like the whole entire universe is simply calling us to be together. we’re practically soulmates, my love.”

you sink down into your seat, face flushed. argenti’s practically reading off of some shakespearean monologue now, his words blending together into a big mush of nothing. all you can feel is the stares of your peers burning into you from all directions.

“oh, and it’s dick you want, i’ll have you know that i am more than well-endowed—”

just then, you receive a notification on your phone. you don’t hesitate to stand up from your seat and book it.

“sorry, gotta take this call!”

“but wasn’t that a text notification—”

“excuse me!”

you make your way out into the hallway. though there’s some students here and there, it’s relatively quiet. 

you take a breather outside of the classroom before opening your phone only to immediately turn it off and look around like you almost got caught watching porn. 

you kinda did.

right smack dab on your lock screen is a text from phainon. 

it’s a dick pic, with the caption want to add this to your collection?

[lijojo]

hi!! genuinely asking, are you planning to continue the genshin sugar daddies 'series'? im just curious!! i really liked the third part (all of them tbh), all of your works that I've read are deliciously written!! hope you're doing ok <3

hi!!!!

i am planning on continuing the series! i don't plan on writing a full on fic for a while though (writing about seven men at the same time is a lot, after all). but i do really want to explore more about the reader's past and the different complexities of each of her relationships with her sugar daddies. i might write some drabbles before then, but we'll see

and thank you!! :) i'm glad you like them ^.^ i was really scared about coming back after a 2 year hiatus because i thought people would've lost interest but i'm glad i still got it hehe

[lijojo]

That last fic was fantastic! Keep up the good work :D

thank you!!! i'll try my best ^.^

[lijojo]

help, my classmates think we're soulmates!

premise: in an attempt to protect yourself from your obsessive admirers, you try to weird them out by being as openly perverted as possible (spoiler: it doesn’t work). (yandere! honkai star rail x reader) (high school au) dark content, nsfw, all characters are 18+

it starts with a confession. 

“i like you!” 

crumpled between phainon’s hands is an envelope. a love letter, no doubt. you observe it for a moment before looking up at his face, which is more or less fixated on his shoes. 

“i know this is out of nowhere, but i’ve liked you for a very long time! every time you smile, it’s like my heart skips a beat. whenever you’re in the room, my eyes drift towards you. you’re so cute and elegant, i can’t help but like you. i like you so much, please go out with me!” 

phainon bows rapidly at a ninety-degree angle, his shaggy hair falling onto his face. he’s so quick it spooks you.

you almost want to laugh at his words. cute? elegant? what a joke.

it’s true, you weren’t expecting a confession when phainon asked to meet you outside of class. ah, but it’s really a shame.

between his messy hair, his habit of hunching over, and his quiet nature, he’s really not your type.

to be honest, no one at this school is. because in reality, your heart is solely reserved for fictional men. 

that’s right. there’s nothing wrong with enjoying fictional men! they’re so hot, even their bedheads are attractive. plus, you can read smut and fantasize about them without feeling guilty. unlike real men, they’ll never disappoint you. 

not that’d you’d ever let your friends know. you’d practically die of embarrassment. the entire school sees you as cute and innocent, who’d probably never seen a man’s dick (which isn’t true…if you count drawn ones). 

and you’d like to keep it that way!

you take the envelope in your hands, staring at it thoughtfully while also trying not to wince at how wet it is from phainon’s sweat.

“sorry, i don’t like you. i hope we can be friends though!”

it really is a shame… the weather’s so good today. if only phainon confessed to someone else, this would’ve been the beautiful start to a shoujo anime. 

yes… you can imagine it… the romantic walk at sunset… watching the fireworks together… 

“is there someone else then?”

you snap out of your little daydream. “um, no?”

he scowls. “you’re lying, aren’t you. that’s why you won’t accept me, right?”

you wave your hands in defense. “no, no, not at all! i’m just not looking to date anyone.” not anyone in real life, that is. you got your husbandos at home waiting for you (they hate waiting). 

“no… i don’t believe that. you’re too cute not to have admirers…” phainon mumbles under his breath before reaching some kind of ‘aha’ moment. “then, if i get rid of them, you’ll like me, right?”

um…what?

“i never said that!”

phainon shrugs. “i’ll just kill them.” 

“um!” you’re scrambling for a solution here. phainon looks so livid it’s unsettling. 

you try to back away, but he latches onto your wrist. his grip is tight enough to bruise, your pulse quickening under his touch. 

you don’t know him very well, other than the fact that he’s some nobody in your class. but it’s always the quiet kids who are the scariest, and you don’t wanna take your chances.

oh! maybe if he finds out how you really are, he’ll back off. sure, you’d rather keep your otaku life secret, but phainon doesn’t have any friends. no one will believe him anyway. yes! this has to work!

“ahahaha, are you sure you really like me?”

“yes,” he says without missing a beat.

“i’m weird though.” that’s right. maybe if you weird him out, he’ll finally stop idolizing the idea of you and leave.

he’s visibly confused at this. it’s working. “weird how?”

“i have para-social fantasies about fictional men. my only hobby is watching anime and reading manhwa, and jacking off to it.” 

you inwardly wince. maybe that’s being too honest.

phainon looks unfazed, though. “but this is the modern era. isn’t that normal nowadays?”

“but real life men gross me out.” you even go as far as gagging as graphically as possible. kinda like how a cat vomits up a furball. “fictional men just have unreal body proportions, and they’re faces are crafted by literal artistic gods. even their dicks are godly!” 

you take a second to whip out your phone to your very-top-secret-no-one-must-know-unless-its-dire-circumstances-like-your-classmate-threatening-to-kill-someone-and-his-grip-is-starting-to-hurt-dire and start flipping through your saved album of half-naked and fully-naked anime men to further emphasize your point. “how could they possibly compare to men in real life?”

you shove it in his face so he has no other choice but to look at fictional dick. hopefully that creeps him out now!

he stares at your phone screen, quiet.

“oh, so if i look like them, you’ll like me?” phainon asks, finally letting go. 

you blink, a little perplexed that he’s not reacting the way he’s supposed to. but he’s calmer now. so that’s good. 

“yes!” you exclaim. it’s not like he’ll do it anyway. with how he’s built and dressed now, working towards looking like your fictional crushes should be near impossible.

he nods before making a prompt exit. 

alone, you fist pump in victory. problem solved! now, your husbandos are waiting for you…

three weeks later, you’re sitting at your desk when the door slams open. you nearly jump in your seat when in walks in someone you’ve never seen before. 

you might hate real life men, but this guy is so hot you’re this close to changing your mind. he’s drop dead gorgeous, from his lustrous hair to his dripping confidence. 

and he’s…

he’s walking right towards you?!

you’re classmates start whispering, staring down at this seemingly new transfer student like fresh meat. 

when he stops at your desk, your breath hitches. he smiles a little at that. 

the mysterious newcomer pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gingerly raising your head to look him in the eye. 

“so, do i look like your favorite fictional characters now?”

phainon?!

“first it was the student council president, now phainon?” himeko notes. 

“why are you so surprised, she’s always been popular,” march 7th replies, munching on a strawberry pocky stick all the while. she turns to you. “i mean, lots of people have always been confessing to you, right?”

you laugh delicately. “i’m not sure about that.” oh, but you’re very sure. with top-tier grades, top-tier personality, and top-tier looks, it’s no lie to say you’re somewhat of an idol of the school. 

you wink. “oh, but i am cute, aren’t i?” if only they knew you were secretly a degenerate who spends her free time reading smut and fantasizing over men who aren’t real.

march 7th laughs. “of course you are.”

the conversation cuts short at the mention of your name. 

the three of you turn to the doorway to see jing yuan talking to one of your classmates. when he notices, jing yuan waves you over. 

march 7th elbows you with a devious look. “speaking of the student council president…”

“oh hush,” you playfully chide, “i’m sure it’s nothing.”

himeko raises a brow at that. “knowing him? it never is.”

when you ask jing yuan where the two of you are going, he merely brushes it off, throwing whatever dumb excuse there is.

“we’re heading to the student council room.”

“for that?”

“you’ll see.”

as you walk down the hall, you find yourself entering an empty classroom, jing yuan closing the door behind you.

“but this isn’t the student council room—”

wham! jing yuan’s arm slams into the wall, effectively cornering you between the wall and him.

he kabedon’d you.

ka. be. don.

kabedon?

KABEDON?!

oh gods. it’s like in one of those shoujo mangas you read where the male lead traps the female lead in an ultra-romantic confrontational scene. you swear there’s cherry blossoms falling in the backdrop. and… and is kiss! kiss! fall in love playing?!

no… with this kind of atmosphere, it might be love, maybe instead…

“are you even listening?”

“oh, uh huh, yeah…”

your face is flushed, your heart practically beating out of your chest. you wish you could astral-project out of your body to take a photo of this. no one has ever done this to you before!

he sighs. “did you think about my proposition?”

“proposition? what proposition?”

“to be my girlfriend.”

those words take you back to reality. “oh! yes, that. i thought i already told you? i want to focus on my studies.”

he leans closer, close enough that you can feel his breath tickling your nose. now, jing yuan may be a 3d guy, but that doesn’t mean he’s good-looking, even by your standards. he’s like a sculpture handcrafted by the gods. it takes everything within you not to just kiss him. 

no… your husbandos wouldn’t like that…

“but you’re giving an exception to phainon?”

“phainon?” you ask. 

sure, he’s been tagging along lately like a lost puppy, even with the continuous ogling from your peers. ever since his glow up, people have been confessing to him nonstop, yet he still chose to hang out with you. he sits with you at lunch, and he partners up with you in gym class whenever opposite-pairings are required. but that doesn’t mean you two are a thing.

“phainon and i aren’t dating.”

“oh really? i bet phainon thinks differently.” 

“it’s not my fault he thinks i like hot men’s dicks!” you blurt out.

the words are out of your mouth before you can even properly filter them. 

you clamp your hands over your mouth in shock. 

you and you’re big mouth, you think. 

jing yuan looks so astounded you want to take a picture. it’d definitely be a good meme. 

maybe… maybe you don’t need to worry! jing yuan is much too strategic to go about airing your business, especially if he likes you. he likes you for your poised persona, if you two ever dated and your secret got out that’d do numbers to his reputation. so your secret is probably safe with him—

“oh my gods! i’m so sorry!” 

your blood runs cold. 

you turn your head slowly like a robot to find march 7th at the door. 

she shuffles around, shy. “the homeroom teacher’s looking for you.”

you might trust jing yuan not to say a peep, but even without any ill intention, march 7th tends to be a little loose-lipped. 

“so… hot men, huh?” jing yuan murmurs, amused.

you look back at him, scowling. if your face felt hot before, it feels like it’s on fire now. 

“not. another. word.”

even though march 7th has apologized several times over, you know the damage has already been done. even if you warn her not to, you know march 7th is going to spill the beans eventually to everyone and anyone who’ll listen. 

well, it’s not as if you mentioned anything related to fictional men. it could be worse. everyone likes hot dick, right? you’re teenagers… it’s completely normal… yes, it’s not the end of the world…

the world ends right when argenti, president of the beauty club and honorary member of the theater club, slams open the door to your classroom. 

what is with everyone and slamming doors?

he struts in like some kind of diva, an air of the usual confidence and pizazz surrounding him like a thickly-applied perfume. 

he strides up to your desk.

“so, i heard you like hot men?” he flips his hair. “well, here i am.”

your soul leaves your body right there and then. 

you sink down in your seat. “yep… that’s me… lover of hot men…” 

internally, you’re waving your reputation as an innocent goddess goodbye with a white flag and tissue. 

as if it couldn’t get worse (it always gets worse), argenti kneels down with a rose in hand, his other over his heart. 

“won’t you do me the honor of being the love of my life?” 

everyone is whispering now. you can practically feel the charisma and gracefulness you worked so hard for draining from your body

“i mean, i’m beautiful, you’re beautiful… it’s like the whole entire universe is simply calling us to be together. we’re practically soulmates, my love.”

you sink down into your seat, face flushed. argenti’s practically reading off of some shakespearean monologue now, his words blending together into a big mush of nothing. all you can feel is the stares of your peers burning into you from all directions.

“oh, and it’s dick you want, i’ll have you know that i am more than well-endowed—”

just then, you receive a notification on your phone. you don’t hesitate to stand up from your seat and book it.

“sorry, gotta take this call!”

“but wasn’t that a text notification—”

“excuse me!”

you make your way out into the hallway. though there’s some students here and there, it’s relatively quiet. 

you take a breather outside of the classroom before opening your phone only to immediately turn it off and look around like you almost got caught watching porn. 

you kinda did.

right smack dab on your lock screen is a text from phainon. 

it’s a dick pic, with the caption want to add this to your collection?

[lijojo]

guys, i can't help it im writing another yandere! honkai star rail fic but this time it's so chaotic im CACKLING—

[lijojo]

your “everyone is obsessed with you” series is so well-written and thrilling! lots of fun reading it (hope u had fun writing it too haha) :3

thank you!! i'm glad you think so :DD

i did have fun writing it!!! i'm more a vibe writer where i tend to daydream about the different aesthetics/vibes i want the series to give off so i often worry about whether i can pull it off or not but i'm glad it worked!!

[lijojo]

ooo ur series is so good! Though I wonder if we've met Aventurine before since there was some kind of history/ something happened in story on before they got all obsessed...

oooooo i'll just say this: the reader didn't get cursed for nothing

i like these theories >:) keep em coming

[lijojo]

if aventurine knows the witch.. is it right to assume the witch is jade? 😆 that would be kinda funny

hmm, i won't quite answer that yet esp if i plan to write a part 3 hehe but yes that would be very funny

[lijojo]

When Phainon’s that hot and the sex is that good imma take the risk ngl ty for the meal it was very delicious

that is SO real lmao

thank you for reading!!! :D

[lijojo]

Will you make a third part of the hsr fic?

Love your writing btw. Its so good, I literally cant describe how much I love it. (I really tried the past couple minutes)

aww thank you :))

as for a third part, hmm. i doooo have ideas for the third fic, but it tbh it really depends on my mood TT^TT

but i do think i have enough in me to write a pt 3!

thank you so much for reading!!

[lijojo]

re: obsessed hsr men fic

When aventurine says y/n will be begging to see him everyday soon... And he "knows" the witch... Could he have possibly cooked up an obsessed spell for y/n?

hmmm.... who knows....

[lijojo]

hey could you perchance tag your x reader fics with fem reader? or at least mention it? it's an unpleasant surprise to find out after being invested in the fic 🙏

AHHH IM SO SORRY!!! all my fics should be appropriately tagged now thank you for letting me know 🙏

[lijojo]

WAIT WAIT WAIT.... does that mean Geppy has been using our panties every night ever since we asked him to live with us???

hehehe well i don't know about EVERY night... he's been trying to hold himself back, thinking that he's your protector. but sometimes he just can't help himself.

he's definitely doing some shady stuff at night tho... whether it's getting off to your panties or not..

[lijojo]

for the obsessed hsr men…my gut feeling says jade is the witch cause of the dinner date or that’s just aventurine fucking with reader 💀 (prob is the latter)

ANYWAYS—love the work and how down bad everyone turns out to be 😭 thank you for your service 🫡

oooo interesting theory... 👀 could be both, could be neither... could be either or...

thank you for reading!!! i'm glad you like it :D

[lijojo]

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when all of your dates are addicted to you

premise: after a bad encounter with a witch, anyone you date is cursed to become obsessed with you. as you search for this witch, you’re forced to deal with the consequences of your own actions. however, that proves to be difficult when they just can’t get enough of you. (yandere! honkai star rail x reader) (modern au) continuation of "when every man you date becomes obsessed with you" but is capable of being a standalone read nsfw, dark content minors dni

"from now on, any man you date will forever be enamored with your very being." 

you launch out of bed in a cold sweat. it takes you a moment to come back to reality and remind yourself where you are and that you are safe. for now. 

you’d spent the better part of a week chasing down that witch. you’d spent countless hours lingering at the same street you first saw her, hoping you’d see her again. but even when you asked the neighboring shopkeepers, nothing came up. it was as if she never existed. 

but you know she’s real because things just keep getting worse.

the breaking point comes on a random saturday morning when dan heng shows up at your door. of course, you’re not reckless enough to open the door without checking through the peephole first. however, you almost let out a gasp when you find that he’s trying to peep back. 

you cover your mouth, hoping that if you’re quiet enough, he’ll leave.

he doesn’t.

“i know you’re in there.” 

you feel sick to your stomach. you had some experiences with pesky exes, but none of them ever showed up at your door like this. 

“what…what do you want.” your voice isn’t as stable as you’d hoped, but it’s loud enough for him to hear you. 

“can we talk?”

“we can talk like this just fine.”

“i meant face to face.”

“no, i think i’m good right here. see? i can even hear you sighing through the door.” 

“...please.”

the two of you stand at an impasse for what feels like forever. you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place: either you open the door and talk to him or you just let him stand outside your door forever. however, you know that dan heng is too rational to try something and you know that dan heng is too persistent to give up until you open that door. 

so you open the door.

dan heng smiles immediately. it’s soft and hasn’t changed since you two dated—

“whoa!”

you raise the knife the moment he comes an inch closer. “try anything, and i’ll cut you.” 

although you had once dated, you know that dan heng’s different now. he might’ve been rational then, but you don’t know about now. of course you wouldn’t open the door empty-handed.

he raises his hands in surrender. “i just want to talk.”

“what do you want?” 

“i just miss you. i know that i scared you a little bit back when we first met each other again, and i admit i got a little ahead of myself, but i genuinely mean it when i said i wanted us to start over.”

you move the knife a little closer, squinting your eyes. “and?”

“you never answered me back then.” 

“well, the answer is no.”

“can’t you at least think about it?”

you put a finger on your chin, looking as if you’re really thinking about it. one second passes.

“okay, i’ve thought about it. still no.” 

your words cut dan heng sharper than your knife. he looks down at his feet, dejected, which astounds you. you’d never seen him this emotional, not even when you broke up with him. 

“i know i was a shitty boyfriend. half the time you didn’t even know how i really felt about you and that’s my fault. i’m sorry i scared you, this isn’t like me at all. but, i don’t know, when i saw you again, i felt as if i had to at least try.”

dan heng reaches out a hand to caress your cheek. his touch is soft and careful and full of adoration. the old you would’ve gotten flustered, not used to this sudden initiation of affection. but now it just makes you sick to your stomach. 

you jerk your knife towards him but he just as quickly pulls away.

“i love you,” he whispers softly.

you shut the door in his face. 

“i just don’t know what to do anymore,” you mutter exasperatedly. “i’ve tried reporting to the police, but they just say that there’s nothing i can do. ‘there’s no concrete evidence that they’re an actual threat,’ they said. so what am i supposed to do? sit around?”

gepard hums in understanding, serval glancing at him in anticipation. 

you’d told serval about your situation—that some creeps had been bothering you no matter how many times you tried to tell them off. you didn’t tell her about the witch, though. you were scared she wouldn’t believe you. or perhaps, there was still a small part of you that still didn’t believe in curses.

either way, when she offered to enlist gepard’s help, you were hesitant. but gepard was a police officer known for his unwavering righteousness, and you’d known him for almost as long as you’d known serval. you’d been alone with him countless times, if he was going to show signs, he would’ve done so already. 

still, it doesn’t stop you from asking serval to accompany you in asking him. just in case. the moment he shows something, you’ll call it off. 

“hmm, that sounds quite troublesome,” gepard muses. “i’m sorry you have to go through that. i’d love to help, what can i do?” 

you fiddle with your fingers, still a little unsure. but when you think back to what’s been going on, you don’t really have that many options. 

“i…i was hoping you’d stay at my place, just for the time being. i have a spare bedroom you could use. these guys have been following me around and i just don’t feel safe going outside anymore. i’m scared they might try something one of these days. you don’t have to do much, just… live with me for a bit, and when you’re free, run errands with me.”

gepard takes a moment of silence to think about it. you’re observing him like a hawk: any twitches, secret smiles, anything.

“that sounds good, as long as you’re a good roommate,” he says with a little smile. “after all these years, you’re like a little sister to me. i know how scary this has been for you, and i’d rather you feel safe in your own house, at least.” 

you let out a sigh of relief. “thank you, thank you so much.”

even if he can’t perform any legal action, his strength and experience as an officer alone might scare them off at least for a little bit. you’d known for gepard for so long. he was a kind person. 

and if things changed, well, it was better to be with the monster you know than the monster you don’t.

right now, you’re sitting on a bench at a popular local park. the sun’s out, and there are families playing nearby. it’s so peaceful, you almost forget who you’re meeting. 

who am i kidding, you’re shaking. 

at some point in time, when all the unsolicited texts and calls got too much, you finally caved in and answered. the two of you bickered back and forth, and you were almost about to hang up until he gave you an ultimatum. today, you came to this park to see him on the one condition that after this, he won’t bother you again. you don’t necessarily believe him, but you need to try something. 

you’re spooked by the sudden chatter of a passing couple. they look to be in a honeymoon phase, fingers intertwined. there’s an aura of corny bliss surrounding them. 

you glance at them from the corner of your eye, enviously watching as they pass by without a care in the world, completely indulged in each other’s presence. you remembered a time where you chased a feeling like that, to be wholly and unconditionally loved by someone. you hunted it down day and night, seeking validation from men and throwing them away the moment they gave the smallest sign of disinterest. you thought that this was the solution to finding your perfect someone, to fill this hole in your heart. it never did. 

however, no matter how much you miss the absence of someone’s company, you have bigger things to worry about. 

“i hope i didn’t keep you for very long, but you did come earlier than scheduled.”

dr. ratio doesn’t hesitate to take a seat beside you, a little too close for your liking. his arms are crossed and he isn’t quite looking at you. 

there’s an awkward silence. and this time, you don’t want to try to fix it. 

it’s a while before any conversation starts.

“is there something wrong?” dr. ratio starts “from what i remember of our first date, you and i were having natural conversation. i walked you back to your place, and we even slept together. don’t all of those details describe a successful date? but you won’t even reply to my texts, i’m confused.”

you blink at him incredulously. this is the most he’s spoken to you about something other than work. in person, anyway. 

“i don’t know why, but from the moment i saw you, i didn’t feel as if i was myself anymore. my heart started pounding, my face felt warm, and i felt so nauseous i thought i was going to throw up. even when you’re not around, i can’t stop thinking about you. i can’t even focus properly unless it’s about you. i’ve looked in every book, researched for hours, but i don’t know what’s going on. i just want answers.” 

he looks at you earnestly. there isn’t any haughtiness or ego to him.

you purse your lips, eyebrows furrowed as you squint at him in contemplation. 

“here’s what i think, dr. ratio.”

“veritas, please.”

“it’s obvious you haven’t dated before. in fact, it’s so obvious that even a child could spell it out. your date etiquette is awful and your personality is even worse.” you’re venting at this point. there’s no use in having a long, drawn out monologue to someone who won’t listen, but all this pent up stress is getting to you. “clearly, no one’s ever said no to you before. but here’s the thing, dr. ratio, i don’t like you.” 

dr. ratio grimaces. “what do i have to do to get you to like me?”

this guy just won’t take a hint. you’re so angry, you can’t even control yourself. you yank dr. ratio by the collar, staring at him from such a close distance you can feel his sharp breaths brush against your nose. 

“absolutely nothing. you hear me?” 

it takes you a moment to snap out of it. you let go of him instantly, surprised at yourself. oh my god, what did i just do? 

“um… sorry,” you murmur, though you’re not sorry at all. if anything, you’re trying to placate him in case you genuinely did provoke him. “if that’s all, i’m going.”

just as you get up to leave, dr. ratio grabs your wrist and tugs so hard that you almost tumble into him. 

“hey—”

“i don’t quite believe that,” dr. ratio hisses. “you can’t leave without answering my question.”

“i don’t have to answer anything. now let me go—”

“not until—”

“let go of her.”

the two of you turn to see gepard standing between you. unlike his usual calm demeanor, he’s glowering at dr. ratio menacingly. without looking away, he digs through his pocket to fish out his police badge. 

“hands off.”

dr. ratio squints at the item, as if carefully accessing it for any sign of in-authenticity. “you called the cops on me?”

you inwardly let out a sigh of relief. having gepard hang around in the area was a good idea. you’re grateful dr. ratio didn’t notice him until now.

“of course she did,” gepard spits back. “you’ve been bothering her nonstop for weeks now. let her go or i’ll have no other choice but to arrest you.” 

dr. ratio’s finally silent. eerily silent. his face is devoid of any emotion as he simply stares at you. you don’t know what he’s thinking when he finally lets go and walks off without another word. he doesn’t even look back at you. 

the moment he’s out of sight, you deflate, falling onto your knees. “oh my god.”

“are you alright?” gepard immediately reaches out to catch you. “are you hurt?”

“i’m okay,” you say, at least physically. 

you don’t exactly know what just happened, but you’re glad it’s all over now. 

at least, that what you thought. when you get a call from an unknown number the next day, you’re scared that it’s dr. ratio. 

you hold your breath as you answer it, ready to lay it into him for forgetting his promise.

but it’s not him.

“how did you get my phone number?”

“you gave it to me,” phainon answers softly. yeah, right. you’re sure as hell know you didn’t.

“what do you want?”

phainon sniffles through the phone. from what you hear, it sounds like he’s crying. 

“i don’t know. but ever since that night, i’ve been… feeling so different. i can’t control myself anymore and i don’t know what to do.” 

you stand there, a bit overwhelmed.

“please. i don’t know what to do.”

you’d been hearing that a lot recently. when you think about it, if this curse was actually real, then it’s not phainon’s fault that he’s feeling like this. it’s yours. though you’re not responsible for how exactly these men handled these feelings, it’s your fault that they exist. you should’ve never taken this situation so lightly in the first place from the moment you realized something was going on. 

first it was dan heng, then it was dr. ratio, now phainon. they’ve been telling you about are all these new flood of emotions they can’t explain. if you can’t find the witch, you can at least try to learn more about the nature of this curse. 

you quickly grab your things, sending a text to gepard and serval in case something happens. if they don’t hear back from you in two hours, they’ll call the police. 

phainon’s apartment is the same as ever. you shuffle uncomfortably at the front door as you knock. there’s a rustling sound behind the door the instant you make contact. 

when phainon finally opens the door, you don’t have the chance to react. 

he swallows up whatever you were going to say, pulling you into a greedy kiss. his hands gently clasp onto your cheeks, pulling you close. 

you press your hand onto his chest to push him away, but he only moans at your touch. 

“what took you so long? i missed you so much.” 

“phainon—”

he pulls you into a tight embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. it’s a bit ticklish.

“do you know how worried i was when i woke up and saw that you were gone? i thought something had happened to you. i was waiting for you to come back, but you never did.”

you awkwardly pat him on the back. “that’s my bad.” 

“that’s okay, you’re here again, that’s all that matters.” you feel him decompress a bit. “since you’re here, does that mean that you want to actually want to keep seeing me?”

you recall the offer he made you when you first slept together. the look he sent you, wrapped up in his bed sheets. despite being the first to declare that he wasn’t looking to date someone, he’d been the first to fold and change his mind. 

“um, that’s not what i’m here for.”

he pulls away and looks at you, perplexed. “then, what is it?”

“i have a couple questions to ask you.” 

he smiles, pleased. “are you curious about me? ask away, i’ll tell you everything.” 

you stand there, feeling weirdly embarrassed. you’re reminded of when dan heng was at your door, and you can’t help but feel as if the roles have been reversed here. 

“how… how do you feel about me? what do you think of me?”

phainon doesn’t miss a beat to reply. “i…this might be a bit off topic, but i used to be really bad at expressing myself,” he starts. “i used to bottle up my emotions, thinking that genuinely feeling them would only bring about bigger problems. so i just ignored them until they went away. but they didn’t. except, i couldn’t really fix that. i’d spent so long hiding how i felt that suddenly showing them felt too overwhelming.”

he slides his hand down your arm to gently take your hand in his, caressing his thumb over your knuckles. 

“but with you, it felt easy. i mean—the first time i cried in three years was when i realized that you were gone. when it comes to you, i feel like i could freely express how i felt and properly process things without having to fear for blowing things out of proportion. you… you have a calming effect, you know?”

you furrow your brows. “when did it start?”

he pauses for a second, thinking. “i don’t know. when you first stepped into my apartment? when i first kissed you and realized i could finally breathe? i don’t know. why don’t you want to come inside?”

after all that you went through? hell no. 

it’s like he can tell what you’re thinking just from looking at your face. “please? i miss you. we don’t even have to do anything.”

you can tell that being around phainon any longer won’t get you anywhere. but it seems as if you had gotten something out of this conversation. phainon’s infatuation with you stems from a desire for some kind of safety net to rely on, and you don’t think you’re equipped with the right emotional tools to handle that. besides, you don’t know when phainon might snap, so you need to be out of here quick. 

“no, i can’t. i have errands to run. i was just stopping by,” you lie. “...do you remember what you said to me that night?” 

“we can just fuck each other, i’m fine with that. as long as you don’t see other men. i feel like i would hate that. i think i’d get angry enough to kill someone.” just reminiscing on his words brought a shudder to your spine. 

“did you really mean it?”

phainon stares at you for a moment, before breaking into an apologetic smile. “no, i didn’t. i’m sorry i scared you, i got so wrapped up in my emotions i didn’t even realize what i was saying.” 

you nod. you don’t know if you believe it yet, but you’ll have all the time in the world to think about it once you’re gone.

“okay. i’ll be going now. it was nice seeing you.”

“um, wait!” 

you barely pause in your steps. 

“will you come by again?”

this time you’re the one offering an apologetic smile. “we’ll see.”

with that, you take your leave. this time, phainon doesn’t stop you. 

around this time of day, gepard’s still at work. he said there’d been a robbery nearby, and he wouldn’t get back until dark. so you’ll have the place to yourself. 

by the time you’re close, it’s raining. but underneath the shingles, where it’s dry, rests a velvet box and a note on your doorstep. 

i heard you were looking for a witch?

on the back is a location and a name. 

the location brings you to a somewhat high-end restaurant. it looks too fancy to be anything you could’ve ever ate at with your current paycheck. 

inside the box was a dress (there wasn’t even a tag, so you can’t even return it). you took a moment to appraise it before deciding to wear it. you might not want to, but if this person has something you want, you shouldn’t try to get on his bad side. 

aventurine smirks when you take your seat across from him. it’s a candlelit dinner, a stark contrast to the clubbing scene where you first met. 

it seems as if aventurine had already ordered for the both of you. your stomach’s in knots, so you don’t even bother to look at the food while aventurine takes it upon himself to dig in. 

“it’s not drugged, you know. i’m not that much of an asshole,” he says in between bites. “though, if that’s your thing, then i can pull some strings.”

you scowl in disgust. “i’m not here to eat. i’m here to talk about the witch.” 

then, as if it couldn’t get worse, aventurine laughs. he laughs so hard he almost chokes on his food. it takes a while before he stops coughing and gasping for air, taking a napkin to wipe his mouth politely as if nothing every happened.

“oh, the witch? she’s out of town.”

you look at him incredulously. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

he shrugs, nonchalant. “can’t say i am.”

“you’re lying.”

“no, i’m not. think about it, you haven’t told anyone about her, have you. sure, they know you’ve become some kind of stalker-magnet, but that’s it.” 

“so you know how my curse works?” you try to pry.

“no, not really. all i know is that you have this weird magical pull to you. she’s not really one to explain herself.”

“you know her?”

aventurine reacts dismissively. “you could say that, sure.”

“”but you don’t know where she is.”

“nope. like i said: doesn’t explain herself.”

“when is she coming back?”

“didn’t i just tell you?”

you lean closer, now fully engaged in the conversation. “then, are you under the same curse?”  

aventurine leans closer as well, clasping his hands together and using it as his own personal chinrest. he’s clearly smug, as if he’s just showed off his trump card but hasn’t yet used it to its full potential. 

“hmm, i think i’ll let you figure that out. but i’ll say this: i actually like you. a lot. so let’s just keep seeing each other like this, okay? i’ll answer any questions you have, and i’ll even let you know when the witch comes back. do we have a deal?”

you glare at him warily. you really don’t want to see him, but he’s the closest thing you have to finally getting rid of this curse. “meet each other like what?”

he taps his chin. “dinner once a week, how about that?”

“every other week.”

aventurine huffs and crosses his arms. “fine, every other week. but i get the feeling that soon enough you’ll be begging to see me everyday,” he replies with a wink.

you don’t dignify that with a response. instead, you finally pick up a fork and eat. 

the food’s good.  

living gepard has been peaceful. he’s quiet, clean, and thoughtful. however, you never would’ve guessed that he was a night owl. through the ungodly hours of the night, you can hear him shuffling around. whenever you actually get out of bed to ask him what’s up, he answers dismissively before going back to whatever he was doing. 

one day, you wake up from one of your nightmares again, the witch’s words plaguing you. you feel antsy and oddly vulnerable, so you opt to leave your room in hopes of finding gepard working out in the living room or something (odd, i know, but he’s always been extremely disciplined). 

just as you’re heading to the living room, you hear something. it’s as faint as it is unusual. at first, you think it’s a ghost. but upon further inspection, it’s gepard. 

curious, you follow the noise. it’s coming from gepard’s room. 

you’re only about five seconds away from his door when you hear it. 

the soft whisper of your name. 

there’s a soft glow of light coming from behind gepard’s door. it’s left ajar just enough that you can see the tiniest glimpse inside just from where you’re standing. 

and when you look in, you’re horrified. 

gepard���s muttering your name under his breath. in his fist is a pair of panties that you’d only just tossed into the laundry basket hours ago, wrapped around his erect cock as he pumps himself. 

his face is fully flushed, his eyes closed in concentration as he continuously pleasures himself to the thought of you. 

you’re absolutely paralyzed in shock. you’d practically known gepard since high school, he was like a big brother to you. the same guy who was so focused on protecting the people that he never even considered dating anyone. 

“i love you so much,” he murmurs under his breath with a small groan. the crotch area of your panties is stretched over the head of his cock, a prominent wet spot soaking through. if you hadn’t known, you would’ve just figured it was your regular discharge. 

you cover your mouth in horror. 

suddenly, his pace quickens. with another call of your name, he finally cums. 

and when he opens his eyes, he’s staring right back at you. 

[lijojo]

when all of your dates are addicted to you

premise: after a bad encounter with a witch, anyone you date is cursed to become obsessed with you. as you search for this witch, you’re forced to deal with the consequences of your own actions. however, that proves to be difficult when they just can’t get enough of you. (yandere! honkai star rail x reader) (modern au) continuation of "when every man you date becomes obsessed with you" but is capable of being a standalone read nsfw, dark content minors dni

"from now on, any man you date will forever be enamored with your very being." 

you launch out of bed in a cold sweat. it takes you a moment to come back to reality and remind yourself where you are and that you are safe. for now. 

you’d spent the better part of a week chasing down that witch. you’d spent countless hours lingering at the same street you first saw her, hoping you’d see her again. but even when you asked the neighboring shopkeepers, nothing came up. it was as if she never existed. 

but you know she’s real because things just keep getting worse.

the breaking point comes on a random saturday morning when dan heng shows up at your door. of course, you’re not reckless enough to open the door without checking through the peephole first. however, you almost let out a gasp when you find that he’s trying to peep back. 

you cover your mouth, hoping that if you’re quiet enough, he’ll leave.

he doesn’t.

“i know you’re in there.” 

you feel sick to your stomach. you had some experiences with pesky exes, but none of them ever showed up at your door like this. 

“what…what do you want.” your voice isn’t as stable as you’d hoped, but it’s loud enough for him to hear you. 

“can we talk?”

“we can talk like this just fine.”

“i meant face to face.”

“no, i think i’m good right here. see? i can even hear you sighing through the door.” 

“...please.”

the two of you stand at an impasse for what feels like forever. you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place: either you open the door and talk to him or you just let him stand outside your door forever. however, you know that dan heng is too rational to try something and you know that dan heng is too persistent to give up until you open that door. 

so you open the door.

dan heng smiles immediately. it’s soft and hasn’t changed since you two dated—

“whoa!”

you raise the knife the moment he comes an inch closer. “try anything, and i’ll cut you.” 

although you had once dated, you know that dan heng’s different now. he might’ve been rational then, but you don’t know about now. of course you wouldn’t open the door empty-handed.

he raises his hands in surrender. “i just want to talk.”

“what do you want?” 

“i just miss you. i know that i scared you a little bit back when we first met each other again, and i admit i got a little ahead of myself, but i genuinely mean it when i said i wanted us to start over.”

you move the knife a little closer, squinting your eyes. “and?”

“you never answered me back then.” 

“well, the answer is no.”

“can’t you at least think about it?”

you put a finger on your chin, looking as if you’re really thinking about it. one second passes.

“okay, i’ve thought about it. still no.” 

your words cut dan heng sharper than your knife. he looks down at his feet, dejected, which astounds you. you’d never seen him this emotional, not even when you broke up with him. 

“i know i was a shitty boyfriend. half the time you didn’t even know how i really felt about you and that’s my fault. i’m sorry i scared you, this isn’t like me at all. but, i don’t know, when i saw you again, i felt as if i had to at least try.”

dan heng reaches out a hand to caress your cheek. his touch is soft and careful and full of adoration. the old you would’ve gotten flustered, not used to this sudden initiation of affection. but now it just makes you sick to your stomach. 

you jerk your knife towards him but he just as quickly pulls away.

“i love you,” he whispers softly.

you shut the door in his face. 

“i just don’t know what to do anymore,” you mutter exasperatedly. “i’ve tried reporting to the police, but they just say that there’s nothing i can do. ‘there’s no concrete evidence that they’re an actual threat,’ they said. so what am i supposed to do? sit around?”

gepard hums in understanding, serval glancing at him in anticipation. 

you’d told serval about your situation—that some creeps had been bothering you no matter how many times you tried to tell them off. you didn’t tell her about the witch, though. you were scared she wouldn’t believe you. or perhaps, there was still a small part of you that still didn’t believe in curses.

either way, when she offered to enlist gepard’s help, you were hesitant. but gepard was a police officer known for his unwavering righteousness, and you’d known him for almost as long as you’d known serval. you’d been alone with him countless times, if he was going to show signs, he would’ve done so already. 

still, it doesn’t stop you from asking serval to accompany you in asking him. just in case. the moment he shows something, you’ll call it off. 

“hmm, that sounds quite troublesome,” gepard muses. “i’m sorry you have to go through that. i’d love to help, what can i do?” 

you fiddle with your fingers, still a little unsure. but when you think back to what’s been going on, you don’t really have that many options. 

“i…i was hoping you’d stay at my place, just for the time being. i have a spare bedroom you could use. these guys have been following me around and i just don’t feel safe going outside anymore. i’m scared they might try something one of these days. you don’t have to do much, just… live with me for a bit, and when you’re free, run errands with me.”

gepard takes a moment of silence to think about it. you’re observing him like a hawk: any twitches, secret smiles, anything.

“that sounds good, as long as you’re a good roommate,” he says with a little smile. “after all these years, you’re like a little sister to me. i know how scary this has been for you, and i’d rather you feel safe in your own house, at least.” 

you let out a sigh of relief. “thank you, thank you so much.”

even if he can’t perform any legal action, his strength and experience as an officer alone might scare them off at least for a little bit. you’d known for gepard for so long. he was a kind person. 

and if things changed, well, it was better to be with the monster you know than the monster you don’t.

right now, you’re sitting on a bench at a popular local park. the sun’s out, and there are families playing nearby. it’s so peaceful, you almost forget who you’re meeting. 

who am i kidding, you’re shaking. 

at some point in time, when all the unsolicited texts and calls got too much, you finally caved in and answered. the two of you bickered back and forth, and you were almost about to hang up until he gave you an ultimatum. today, you came to this park to see him on the one condition that after this, he won’t bother you again. you don’t necessarily believe him, but you need to try something. 

you’re spooked by the sudden chatter of a passing couple. they look to be in a honeymoon phase, fingers intertwined. there’s an aura of corny bliss surrounding them. 

you glance at them from the corner of your eye, enviously watching as they pass by without a care in the world, completely indulged in each other’s presence. you remembered a time where you chased a feeling like that, to be wholly and unconditionally loved by someone. you hunted it down day and night, seeking validation from men and throwing them away the moment they gave the smallest sign of disinterest. you thought that this was the solution to finding your perfect someone, to fill this hole in your heart. it never did. 

however, no matter how much you miss the absence of someone’s company, you have bigger things to worry about. 

“i hope i didn’t keep you for very long, but you did come earlier than scheduled.”

dr. ratio doesn’t hesitate to take a seat beside you, a little too close for your liking. his arms are crossed and he isn’t quite looking at you. 

there’s an awkward silence. and this time, you don’t want to try to fix it. 

it’s a while before any conversation starts.

“is there something wrong?” dr. ratio starts “from what i remember of our first date, you and i were having natural conversation. i walked you back to your place, and we even slept together. don’t all of those details describe a successful date? but you won’t even reply to my texts, i’m confused.”

you blink at him incredulously. this is the most he’s spoken to you about something other than work. in person, anyway. 

“i don’t know why, but from the moment i saw you, i didn’t feel as if i was myself anymore. my heart started pounding, my face felt warm, and i felt so nauseous i thought i was going to throw up. even when you’re not around, i can’t stop thinking about you. i can’t even focus properly unless it’s about you. i’ve looked in every book, researched for hours, but i don’t know what’s going on. i just want answers.” 

he looks at you earnestly. there isn’t any haughtiness or ego to him.

you purse your lips, eyebrows furrowed as you squint at him in contemplation. 

“here’s what i think, dr. ratio.”

“veritas, please.”

“it’s obvious you haven’t dated before. in fact, it’s so obvious that even a child could spell it out. your date etiquette is awful and your personality is even worse.” you’re venting at this point. there’s no use in having a long, drawn out monologue to someone who won’t listen, but all this pent up stress is getting to you. “clearly, no one’s ever said no to you before. but here’s the thing, dr. ratio, i don’t like you.” 

dr. ratio grimaces. “what do i have to do to get you to like me?”

this guy just won’t take a hint. you’re so angry, you can’t even control yourself. you yank dr. ratio by the collar, staring at him from such a close distance you can feel his sharp breaths brush against your nose. 

“absolutely nothing. you hear me?” 

it takes you a moment to snap out of it. you let go of him instantly, surprised at yourself. oh my god, what did i just do? 

“um… sorry,” you murmur, though you’re not sorry at all. if anything, you’re trying to placate him in case you genuinely did provoke him. “if that’s all, i’m going.”

just as you get up to leave, dr. ratio grabs your wrist and tugs so hard that you almost tumble into him. 

“hey—”

“i don’t quite believe that,” dr. ratio hisses. “you can’t leave without answering my question.”

“i don’t have to answer anything. now let me go—”

“not until—”

“let go of her.”

the two of you turn to see gepard standing between you. unlike his usual calm demeanor, he’s glowering at dr. ratio menacingly. without looking away, he digs through his pocket to fish out his police badge. 

“hands off.”

dr. ratio squints at the item, as if carefully accessing it for any sign of in-authenticity. “you called the cops on me?”

you inwardly let out a sigh of relief. having gepard hang around in the area was a good idea. you’re grateful dr. ratio didn’t notice him until now.

“of course she did,” gepard spits back. “you’ve been bothering her nonstop for weeks now. let her go or i’ll have no other choice but to arrest you.” 

dr. ratio’s finally silent. eerily silent. his face is devoid of any emotion as he simply stares at you. you don’t know what he’s thinking when he finally lets go and walks off without another word. he doesn’t even look back at you. 

the moment he’s out of sight, you deflate, falling onto your knees. “oh my god.”

“are you alright?” gepard immediately reaches out to catch you. “are you hurt?”

“i’m okay,” you say, at least physically. 

you don’t exactly know what just happened, but you’re glad it’s all over now. 

at least, that what you thought. when you get a call from an unknown number the next day, you’re scared that it’s dr. ratio. 

you hold your breath as you answer it, ready to lay it into him for forgetting his promise.

but it’s not him.

“how did you get my phone number?”

“you gave it to me,” phainon answers softly. yeah, right. you’re sure as hell know you didn’t.

“what do you want?”

phainon sniffles through the phone. from what you hear, it sounds like he’s crying. 

“i don’t know. but ever since that night, i’ve been… feeling so different. i can’t control myself anymore and i don’t know what to do.” 

you stand there, a bit overwhelmed.

“please. i don’t know what to do.”

you’d been hearing that a lot recently. when you think about it, if this curse was actually real, then it’s not phainon’s fault that he’s feeling like this. it’s yours. though you’re not responsible for how exactly these men handled these feelings, it’s your fault that they exist. you should’ve never taken this situation so lightly in the first place from the moment you realized something was going on. 

first it was dan heng, then it was dr. ratio, now phainon. they’ve been telling you about are all these new flood of emotions they can’t explain. if you can’t find the witch, you can at least try to learn more about the nature of this curse. 

you quickly grab your things, sending a text to gepard and serval in case something happens. if they don’t hear back from you in two hours, they’ll call the police. 

phainon’s apartment is the same as ever. you shuffle uncomfortably at the front door as you knock. there’s a rustling sound behind the door the instant you make contact. 

when phainon finally opens the door, you don’t have the chance to react. 

he swallows up whatever you were going to say, pulling you into a greedy kiss. his hands gently clasp onto your cheeks, pulling you close. 

you press your hand onto his chest to push him away, but he only moans at your touch. 

“what took you so long? i missed you so much.” 

“phainon—”

he pulls you into a tight embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. it’s a bit ticklish.

“do you know how worried i was when i woke up and saw that you were gone? i thought something had happened to you. i was waiting for you to come back, but you never did.”

you awkwardly pat him on the back. “that’s my bad.” 

“that’s okay, you’re here again, that’s all that matters.” you feel him decompress a bit. “since you’re here, does that mean that you want to actually want to keep seeing me?”

you recall the offer he made you when you first slept together. the look he sent you, wrapped up in his bed sheets. despite being the first to declare that he wasn’t looking to date someone, he’d been the first to fold and change his mind. 

“um, that’s not what i’m here for.”

he pulls away and looks at you, perplexed. “then, what is it?”

“i have a couple questions to ask you.” 

he smiles, pleased. “are you curious about me? ask away, i’ll tell you everything.” 

you stand there, feeling weirdly embarrassed. you’re reminded of when dan heng was at your door, and you can’t help but feel as if the roles have been reversed here. 

“how… how do you feel about me? what do you think of me?”

phainon doesn’t miss a beat to reply. “i…this might be a bit off topic, but i used to be really bad at expressing myself,” he starts. “i used to bottle up my emotions, thinking that genuinely feeling them would only bring about bigger problems. so i just ignored them until they went away. but they didn’t. except, i couldn’t really fix that. i’d spent so long hiding how i felt that suddenly showing them felt too overwhelming.”

he slides his hand down your arm to gently take your hand in his, caressing his thumb over your knuckles. 

“but with you, it felt easy. i mean—the first time i cried in three years was when i realized that you were gone. when it comes to you, i feel like i could freely express how i felt and properly process things without having to fear for blowing things out of proportion. you… you have a calming effect, you know?”

you furrow your brows. “when did it start?”

he pauses for a second, thinking. “i don’t know. when you first stepped into my apartment? when i first kissed you and realized i could finally breathe? i don’t know. why don’t you want to come inside?”

after all that you went through? hell no. 

it’s like he can tell what you’re thinking just from looking at your face. “please? i miss you. we don’t even have to do anything.”

you can tell that being around phainon any longer won’t get you anywhere. but it seems as if you had gotten something out of this conversation. phainon’s infatuation with you stems from a desire for some kind of safety net to rely on, and you don’t think you’re equipped with the right emotional tools to handle that. besides, you don’t know when phainon might snap, so you need to be out of here quick. 

“no, i can’t. i have errands to run. i was just stopping by,” you lie. “...do you remember what you said to me that night?” 

“we can just fuck each other, i’m fine with that. as long as you don’t see other men. i feel like i would hate that. i think i’d get angry enough to kill someone.” just reminiscing on his words brought a shudder to your spine. 

“did you really mean it?”

phainon stares at you for a moment, before breaking into an apologetic smile. “no, i didn’t. i’m sorry i scared you, i got so wrapped up in my emotions i didn’t even realize what i was saying.” 

you nod. you don’t know if you believe it yet, but you’ll have all the time in the world to think about it once you’re gone.

“okay. i’ll be going now. it was nice seeing you.”

“um, wait!” 

you barely pause in your steps. 

“will you come by again?”

this time you’re the one offering an apologetic smile. “we’ll see.”

with that, you take your leave. this time, phainon doesn’t stop you. 

around this time of day, gepard’s still at work. he said there’d been a robbery nearby, and he wouldn’t get back until dark. so you’ll have the place to yourself. 

by the time you’re close, it’s raining. but underneath the shingles, where it’s dry, rests a velvet box and a note on your doorstep. 

i heard you were looking for a witch?

on the back is a location and a name. 

the location brings you to a somewhat high-end restaurant. it looks too fancy to be anything you could’ve ever ate at with your current paycheck. 

inside the box was a dress (there wasn’t even a tag, so you can’t even return it). you took a moment to appraise it before deciding to wear it. you might not want to, but if this person has something you want, you shouldn’t try to get on his bad side. 

aventurine smirks when you take your seat across from him. it’s a candlelit dinner, a stark contrast to the clubbing scene where you first met. 

it seems as if aventurine had already ordered for the both of you. your stomach’s in knots, so you don’t even bother to look at the food while aventurine takes it upon himself to dig in. 

“it’s not drugged, you know. i’m not that much of an asshole,” he says in between bites. “though, if that’s your thing, then i can pull some strings.”

you scowl in disgust. “i’m not here to eat. i’m here to talk about the witch.” 

then, as if it couldn’t get worse, aventurine laughs. he laughs so hard he almost chokes on his food. it takes a while before he stops coughing and gasping for air, taking a napkin to wipe his mouth politely as if nothing every happened.

“oh, the witch? she’s out of town.”

you look at him incredulously. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

he shrugs, nonchalant. “can’t say i am.”

“you’re lying.”

“no, i’m not. think about it, you haven’t told anyone about her, have you. sure, they know you’ve become some kind of stalker-magnet, but that’s it.” 

“so you know how my curse works?” you try to pry.

“no, not really. all i know is that you have this weird magical pull to you. she’s not really one to explain herself.”

“you know her?”

aventurine reacts dismissively. “you could say that, sure.”

“”but you don’t know where she is.”

“nope. like i said: doesn’t explain herself.”

“when is she coming back?”

“didn’t i just tell you?”

you lean closer, now fully engaged in the conversation. “then, are you under the same curse?”  

aventurine leans closer as well, clasping his hands together and using it as his own personal chinrest. he’s clearly smug, as if he’s just showed off his trump card but hasn’t yet used it to its full potential. 

“hmm, i think i’ll let you figure that out. but i’ll say this: i actually like you. a lot. so let’s just keep seeing each other like this, okay? i’ll answer any questions you have, and i’ll even let you know when the witch comes back. do we have a deal?”

you glare at him warily. you really don’t want to see him, but he’s the closest thing you have to finally getting rid of this curse. “meet each other like what?”

he taps his chin. “dinner once a week, how about that?”

“every other week.”

aventurine huffs and crosses his arms. “fine, every other week. but i get the feeling that soon enough you’ll be begging to see me everyday,” he replies with a wink.

you don’t dignify that with a response. instead, you finally pick up a fork and eat. 

the food’s good.  

living gepard has been peaceful. he’s quiet, clean, and thoughtful. however, you never would’ve guessed that he was a night owl. through the ungodly hours of the night, you can hear him shuffling around. whenever you actually get out of bed to ask him what’s up, he answers dismissively before going back to whatever he was doing. 

one day, you wake up from one of your nightmares again, the witch’s words plaguing you. you feel antsy and oddly vulnerable, so you opt to leave your room in hopes of finding gepard working out in the living room or something (odd, i know, but he’s always been extremely disciplined). 

just as you’re heading to the living room, you hear something. it’s as faint as it is unusual. at first, you think it’s a ghost. but upon further inspection, it’s gepard. 

curious, you follow the noise. it’s coming from gepard’s room. 

you’re only about five seconds away from his door when you hear it. 

the soft whisper of your name. 

there’s a soft glow of light coming from behind gepard’s door. it’s left ajar just enough that you can see the tiniest glimpse inside just from where you’re standing. 

and when you look in, you’re horrified. 

gepard’s muttering your name under his breath. in his fist is a pair of panties that you’d only just tossed into the laundry basket hours ago, wrapped around his erect cock as he pumps himself. 

his face is fully flushed, his eyes closed in concentration as he continuously pleasures himself to the thought of you. 

you’re absolutely paralyzed in shock. you’d practically known gepard since high school, he was like a big brother to you. the same guy who was so focused on protecting the people that he never even considered dating anyone. 

“i love you so much,” he murmurs under his breath with a small groan. the crotch area of your panties is stretched over the head of his cock, a prominent wet spot soaking through. if you hadn’t known, you would’ve just figured it was your regular discharge. 

you cover your mouth in horror. 

suddenly, his pace quickens. with another call of your name, he finally cums. 

and when he opens his eyes, he’s staring right back at you.