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Ok, how about yandere Venti with a darling that escaped to liyue for a couple of years. They return to mondstat thinking Venti havet forgot them.(ignore this if this is to cringey)

Yandere Venti x Reader

before you read:  Please know this has yandere themes and unhealthy relationships, do not interact if that makes you uncomfortable.

Word Count: 1113 words.

Authors Note: I love the conept of Yandere Venti so thank you so much for sending this request! And it's not cringey at all

You had returned to the city of freedom after a couple years, having stayed in Liyue. The place where you were born and raised. The place where your friends and family were. The place where he was. Venti is what he went by. A cheerful and charming bard who’s always short on money. And he was your tormentor. The person who had isolated you, made sure he was your only friend then denied it all saying he was only protecting you.

But it’s been five years by now. He’s probably forgotten all about you. Probably.

You were excited to return home, for some reason your parents haven't been replying to any of your letters.

You remember the night you left Mondstat. The wind was the strongest you ever saw. But you persisted. You had too. Even without a vision you managed somehow. But now you’re coming back the wind is calm, a gentle breeze here and there.

“Should I really be doing this?” You whispered under your breath. A strong gust of wind then pushed you forward a bit. Like it was telling you to hurry up. You continued on the path, excited to see your family after such a long time.

The second you entered Mondstat you were met with surprisingly no one. This is good, he’s forgotten you. You sighed in relief. And make your way to your old home.

When you arrived at your old home, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Slowly it opened and you were met with your mother. She then opened the door wide and pulled you into a hug.

“You’re alive!!” She wept. “I thought you died. Don’t you dare worry me like that again.” She cried some more.

“Wait, what do you mean?” You said in confusion, “Haven’t you been receiving any of my letters?”

“What letters? If you sent them we sure didn’t get any.” Still holding onto you tight as if you would leave any second.

“Poor Venti has been worried sick. He always said you would return here.”

“Venti…? He was worried about me?” You say in terror. Does he still remember you then? You had to leave as soon as possible. Maybe in the morning?

“Of course! He stopped by everyday, cheering us up and reminding us there was hope.”

“Mother…” You pushed her away. “You do know that he harassed me for years?”

“What nonsense are you on about?! You two were even in a relationship.”

You were dumbfounded. Why wasn’t she believing you? He must have manipulated her or something. Your mum would never, not believe you. Or at least your mother from five years ago. You were too panicked to say anything then but you had managed to recover these past few years and right now it felt like it was all coming undone.

“Now he should be here any minute. Come in darling, I think some water would help your head.”

Too scared to protest, you listened. You will leave tomorrow as soon as sunrise. He won’t expect that right?

You sat down and started fiddling. So many thoughts were rushing through your head. Why did the worst possible situation happen?

“Here’s your water.”

You mum handed you the water. You took a sip to please her.

And then the voice of your worst nightmares came, “[Name]! You’re back! I knew you would be, hehe”

“Venti…” You say. Fuck, what do you say. You want to run, but he’s blocking the entrance.

“[Name]? You look tense, want to go on a walk to catch up, there’s so much to tell you.” He said with glee in his voice.

Without giving you time to respond your mother chimed in and said, “Yes, they’d love to go on a walk,”

And then before you noticed his hand was in yours and was dragging you out of the city into the fields and hills of Mondstat.

“So, [Name]... Why did you leave me? What if something happened to you? You know you could’ve died and if that happened… I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Venti, please let go.”

“I finally have you again and you want me to let go? What if you run? I can’t have you in danger. I know how much you value your freedom so I respect that. But, can’t you have that freedom in Mondstat where I can protect you?”

“I’d stay in Mondstat if you didn’t harass me.” You replied coldly.

“[Name]... It seems as if there's a misunderstanding, I wasn’t harassing you. I was protecting you. I could see why you’d be confused, you’re still young after all and unknowing of how cruel and dangerous this world is,”

“I’m old enough to know what you call ‘protecting’ is wrong.”

Venti then sighs. “I wanted to talk this out with you but you seem to be too stubborn.”

“What do you mean by this?” You try to pull away but his grip is too strong. There was no one around. You were alone. All alone except Venti.

“[Name], there’s a secret I’ve been keeping from you.”

You didn’t respond, still focusing on trying to get free of his grip.

“I’m actually Barbatos, the Anemo Archon.”

You stare in disbelief. “As if I’d be dumb enough to believe that.”

“I guessed this would be your response,” He sighed. “I guess I’ll have to prove it to you. Don’t move okay?”

He then let go of your hand. A gust of wind came into your eyes causing you to shut them. By the time you opened them, Venti’s green outfit was replaced by the one of the Anemo Archon. For some reason you now believed him. Was it the aura coming off him? Was it the way he suddenly changed? Or was both?

“I see you now believe me [Name].” A gentle smile came onto his face and you blinked and he was back to normal.

“So you see, I hate to use my position as Archon for this, but you’re leaving me no other choice.”

You’re still too shocked to move.

“It’s getting quite late. I’ll carry you home and then we can spend every day together,” A big smile appeared on his face. “Hmmm, but your mortality would be an issue, but I can come up with a solution.”

Not being able to process what’s happened you try to run but trip.

“Come on [First],” He says as he’s approaching you. “I’ll make this easy and put you into a nice sleep, today must have been very tiring.”

He put his hand on your forehead and everything became light. Like you were a dandelion swaying in the wind.

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Can you do a fic with Yandere Zhongli and the reader gets a vision that’s not geo

Stone-cold. (Yandere Zhongli x Reader)

before you read:  Please know this has yandere themes and unhealthy relationships, do not interact if that makes you uncomfortable. Also contains kidnapping.

Word Count: 734 words.

Authors Note: Hope this is okay! I had fun writing this so thank you!

You were almost there. You were almost free from this horrid contract. But no. Everyone knows what happens when you break a contract in Liyue. You are on the ground staring at your captor. You refuse to look him in the eye.

It’s just silence. You assume he is expecting an apology. But you know if you give one you will have to face your punishment for breaking the contract. But you won’t give up. Even now, when you’re on the dusty ground being watched over by the towering Zhongli. No matter what you won’t and can’t give up.

Then a bright light appeared in front of you. You reach out towards it. A vision. An Anemo one. One that represents freedom. Is this a sign from the gods that you still have a chance? You quickly reach out towards it. Not bothering to look up Zhongli. Not noticing the dark expression on his face. Not noticing the quiet anger stirring.

He then bends down to your level and meets your hopeful eyes. And then you felt the earth move. You were surprised. Was he this always this powerful?

“[First]. I do not want you to be a shell of a person you were but for this to happen is quite frustrating.” He spoke calmly

A stifling fear filled the air.

“This will require me to think some things over, so for now I will have to be stricter about confining you.”

“What…?” You replied, feeling all sorts of hope leaving. The way he said it. If only he said it in a different tone, then maybe you could retain some sort of hope.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way. But you did break a contract and gain a vision from another archon. I wonder what things would’ve been like if you had been good.”

And with that, you felt his stone-cold arms wrap around you and then nothing.

When you woke up, you were on hard cold ground. You looked around. It was dark. Where were you? You could make some light out on what you assumed to be the walls of the room, no, some sort of cave from the way the light went around? The light was a faint amber color. Glowing in the background. You stood up and walked towards the light. The second you touched it; you were pushed back onto the stone-cold ground.

Wait, you had your vision, right? You checked all over and finally found it in your pocket. That’s weird? Wouldn’t someone like him normally take it away? You immediately tried working it. It did nothing. You tried again, and again, and again. For what felt like hours upon hours.

You finally decided to take a break. Carefully laying on the stone ground. It wasn’t pleasant at all. You close your eyes and wonder how things came to be like this. You just wanted to live a normal life and maybe fall in love normally. But no, for some reason you caught the attention of Zhongli. You don’t remember when, but he just started appearing everywhere. You parents agreed he’d be good for you. And the deal was made. And that’s how you ended up in the situation.

“[First], you’re awake.”

You replied with silence.

“I know it must be uncomfortable, but this will have to do for now.” He said, sounding almost like he felt regret for what he put you through. “But this is for your own safety. If you kept to the contract this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Just who are you? You just appeared one day and here we are?! No ordinary person could do this. Who are you?!” You snapped at him.

“...Would you believe me if I said I was your archon?”

More silence.

“I guess not then. Moving on, I’ve brought you some food and a blanket.”

Too tired to fight back you mumble a thanks. Maybe he was watching you struggle with your vision as you tried to escape and waited for when you were exhausted.

You take the food and blanket. He then left. You wrap the blanket around you. It smelt like him. How annoying. But it was better than being cold. You slowly nibble at your food. It was cold.

Having nothing to do was boring. So, you decided to try and get some sleep. Hoping that this was all just one big nightmare.

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I really like your writing! Can you write Yandere Diluc x reader where she hugs him on a bad day? If you don't like it, just ignore it thank you! Hope it's a good day! You may read it and don't understand because I'm not good at English :(

Hug. (Yandere Diluc x Reader)

before you read:  Please know this has yandere themes and unhealthy relationships, do not interact if that makes you uncomfortable. Also contains hinted kidnapping.

Word Count: 472 words.

Authors Note: So sorry it took so long and that it's short! I added a bit more to the request if its okay!

You didn’t do much today. After all, your friends suddenly stopped inviting you to things, and would always ignore you these days. All except Diluc. You have known him since childhood. Even after what happened with his dad you always made sure to try and treat him the same. To give him some normalcy. But Diluc changed after that incident. He became more protective.

You heard a knock at your door. Who would knock at this time of night? You wonder. You make your way down from your bedroom over to the front door to check who it was. Diluc always told you not to let anyone in. Unless it’s him. You know something about this situation isn’t normal, but you don’t want to lose your only friend, so you are willing to ignore the signs, everything is okay. Everything is fine.

You open the door a little bit and manage to make out Diluc. Why is he visiting you? Isn’t he busy? You quickly let him in. He doesn’t look too good.

“Diluc… What brings you here? Did something happen?” You ask.

“You’re safe. That’s good.”

“Of course, I am, I make sure to be careful, you know?” You look around a bit. Things get a bit awkward if you just stood here at your front door, “Umm, you could come in if you want, I can prepare some tea, it won’t be what you’re used to, but I hope it can suffice.”

“No need too. You might spill hot water on yourself.”

You sigh, he never lets you do anything these days. You’re old enough to take care of yourself.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

You look into his eyes, something about him was off. Like he would shatter if anything went wrong.

“Um Diluc, you didn’t answer my question if you were okay, if you aren’t, please tell me if there’s anything I can do. You are my dear friend after all.”

“You always know how to read me.” He sighed with a smile.

“Want me to hug you like I used to do when we were kids?” You jokingly said to lighten the mood.

“Yes, if that’s okay with you.”

He stepped into the house and closed the door. Getting closer to you. For some reason you were scared. Like if you approached him, you would never get away. But you had to be strong. For your only friend.

He wrapped his arms around you in a sturdy grip. Maybe something was wrong. He only does this rarely. Not knowing what to do you pat his head and comfort him as if he were a child.

“You’re too naïve [first]” He whispered softly.

“Hm?”

He then stops hugging you and before you know it there’s a cloth to your mouth. You feel your consciousness slip into a deep slumber.

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Lacking inspiration at the moment! So I will be taking requests

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Hiii! May I request yandere childe with a willing reader who thinks she’s not good enough for him? Like childe always finds her moping around the house thinking about how childe could be with someone better than her? Thank you

Good enough. (Yandere Childe x Willing Reader)

Before you read:  Please know this has yandere themes and unhealthy relationships, do not interact if that makes you uncomfortable. Also contains self deprecating thoughts.

Word Count: 700 words

Authors Note: Sorry it's a bit short but I had fun writing this!

You had no one before him. Everyone else had left you. Eventually you gave up in trying to convince them to stay. Nobody tried approaching you due to your closed off nature. No one but him. Tartaglia The 11th of the Fatui Harbingers, or Ajax as he likes you to call him. You knew something was off about him, but you didn’t care, because he was the only one who was willing to get to know you and stayed after finding out more about you. Even if what he did was borderline stalking. You didn’t care. It was nice having someone try for you, after so long of no one trying. You don’t deserve him.

Soon afterwards he convinced you to move to Snezhnaya which you agreed to. Ever since then your daily life has been confined to his estate. You didn’t mind of course; you were glad someone cared enough for you. But also, guilty. He shouldn't love someone like you. Someone so horrible and disgusting. Someone who could barely do anything right. You don’t deserve him.

You wish you could do something to repay all he’s done for you. But surely you would just mess it up like you do with everything. You don’t want to be more of an inconvenience that you already are. Why didn’t he pick someone else? Surely, he could do better. It still confuses you to this day. You don’t deserve him.

You feel weak. You wanted to believe him, but you couldn’t. You were a terrible person. But you couldn’t help but continue to be suspicious of his intentions. What if he leaves you after realising how horrible you are? What happens then? You’ll have no one. You need him. You pray to the archons that he’ll never realise how ugly you are inside. Maybe he already knows and is toying with you? Your mind keeps swirling with all these terrifying thoughts. You don’t deserve him.

You feel tears stream down your face. You try your best not to let out any noise. Even if no one is home. It hurts so much. Why did you have to be born? You hate yourself so much. Tears continue streaming down. You hate this. This lonely feeling but you were always too scared to reach out. You want him to be here. It’s a selfish wish you know but you can’t help it. You want him to pull you into a hug and tell you everything will be okay. You continue crying.

Out of nowhere you feel a pair of familiar arms wrap around you.

“I’m sorry it took so long. Now tell me, why are you crying?”

You back away, trying to escape. But his grip was firm. It felt like you would never leave his embrace.

“I don’t deserve you… Why are you doing this!?”

“Hmm, because I love you. And of course, you deserve me. My standards are high, you know. And guess what, you managed to meet them.”

“But all I do is cry and mope around! I’m a waste of space.”

“I’ll tell you as many times as it takes for you to believe me. You’re none of these things your mind tells you. You are mine and I love you.” He hugged you tighter. “Even if others may think that. I will never. I promise.”

You just stood there in his arms processing everything. You never knew how to respond to him. He’s always so kind around you.

“But surely you could find someone better than me. I’m sure of it.” You replied, trying to hold back the tears.

“Even if I did, I would still choose you. No matter what. Because I love you.”

“You sure? You aren’t lying, are you? You promise?”

“Of course not. I would never lie about this stuff.” He paused for a second. “Come on, it’s getting late. Let's get you to bed.”

“Okay…”

He stopped hugging you and took your hand. He led you to your shared room. His hand was comforting. He led you into bed, and you two just hugged. He whispered sweet nothings to you. You really don’t deserve him but maybe for tonight you will allow yourself to believe. Allow yourself to hope that maybe you are worthy of him. Even if it’s for a short time. You’re at peace.

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Warm (Yandere Childe x Gender Neutral reader)

Before you read:  Please know this has yandere themes and unhealthy relationships, do not interact if that makes you uncomfortable. Also contains near death experiences and idealization about the topic of dying.

Word count: 1.0k

Authors note: I had lots of fun writing this!

You ran. You ran and you ran. No looking back. Scared he’ll be right there behind you. It’s impossible, he’s visiting his precious family. That should take him at least till tomorrow. By then the snow would’ve covered up your tracks. Even then a part of you believes this is hopeless. It’s cold. You have to continue on. If you don't, who knows what will happen. 

You didn't know how deep you were in the forest, but it had to be far enough.

 Your whole face hurts, your hands hurt, your legs hurt, everywhere hurts. But it doesn’t hurt as much as your time spent with him. Any pain is preferable over spending time with someone like him. How you hate him so much. He took away everything that was precious. He took away your freedom right after you managed to get it. You had strict and uncaring parents who only cared for your ability to provide for them. It was so lonely with them. You had no friends. You were desperate to get away and live freely. One day you were granted an Anemo vision and with that and a few personal belongings, you fled. Just like how you are doing now. It’s cold.

 At first it was scary but slowly you started to befriend people and the feeling of loneliness went away. You never want to feel it again. But you were going to find new friends and be happy. You had too. If you didn’t, you might as well stay with someone you hate.

 You hear something. Or was it just the wind? You don’t know. You force yourself to persist. No matter how painful or cold. Your freedom is worth it. Your dreams of running a small bakery are worth it. Your dreams of marrying someone you love are worth it. No matter how painful it is, you will achieve your dreams. You will. You have to. It’s all you have left. You have to, you repeat to yourself. It’s cold.

 Then you were met with even more cold, and you fell face first into the snowy ground. It hurts and it’s cold. The only warmth was from the tears streaming down your face. You force yourself to get up. It’s hard. Everywhere hurts. But you can’t give up. Not yet. Not whilst you still have your precious hope. The wind on your skin is harsh. But you persist. You can do it. You have to do it. If you don’t you might as well die, you thought to yourself. 

 The wind howls making it hard to hear anything at all. The snow falling is making it hard to see anything. Everything’s white. It hurts to breathe in the cold air. It hurts. Your tears continue pouring down your cheeks. 

 You wish you got a pyro vision instead. Your Anemo one is useless at the moment. But you must be grateful. You wouldn’t have gotten this far without it. It’s cold. You try your best to ignore it. It’s getting harder and harder to not fall. But you must go on. You must. You have to.

You smile. The cold is getting easier to deal with. This is good. Finally, something good after who knows how long you’ve been running. It doesn’t matter that you’re shivering. It doesn’t matter how much you want to close your eyes and rest. The cold is finally getting easier to deal with. 

 Where were you heading again? It doesn’t matter, you just have to continue forward. Your head hurts. Is it from dehydration? It doesn’t matter. You have to continue. No matter how nice it’ll be to sit down against a tree and go to sleep. It’s fine. Everything will be okay. You stumble forward almost falling. 

 You eventually fall over this time. But no longer does the cold bother you. You want to get up but at the same time you don’t. Is this it? You ask yourself. You don’t want to die. You cry. Let out a hoarse scream into the deafening wind. And cry some more. This is it, you think. Freedom means nothing if you’re dead. 

 “Someone… help me… please” you whisper out. No one would hear you. You’re trapped all alone. Maybe you should’ve just stayed. You were trapped but at least you were alive. And hell, Tartaglia’s cooking is warm. You hate him but you can’t deny that. Your mind is all confused. You don’t regret running but you do. You want to be free even if it means death, but you don’t. Why. Why were you so weak? So weak that just a bit of cold could do this to you. Why wouldn’t you just die already. Why. You want to live so badly yet you don’t. 

 You can’t even muster the energy to cry anymore, just silently sobbing. At this point you would rather be with Tartaglia than be on your own. You hate him but you hate being on your own more. Being alone is scary. So very scary. 

 You open your eyes, hoping to see someone. But you don’t. Not even him. Why did you even escape? You didn’t want to die.

 “I… was so… stupid” you say outload not expecting a reply.

 “Hmm. I have to agree on that, caused quite a bit of trouble for me.” A familiar voice responded.

 You looked up. You didn’t care anymore. Somebody was here. 

 “Help me, please... I don’t want to die” 

 “Should I though? You were so ungrateful to me before. You’re going to owe me if I help you, alright.” “I’m sorry… I promise, please don’t let me die.” You felt someone lift you up. You try to hear what's going on, but everything is a blur. You slowly fall into a peaceful sleep. 

    When you woke up, you were in a familiar bed. You let out a cry, you lived. It didn’t matter anymore that you were trapped, and punishment was likely waiting for you. You were alive

 You hear somebody walk in.

 “You’re awake, good to know... I’ve prepared some hot soup” He makes his way over to you.

 “Say Aaah” He lifted the spoon to your mouth. Normally you’d refused but you were just too tired to care anymore. 

 “Aaah.” You said and swallowed the soup. It was warm.

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To become strong (Yandere Childe x reader)

Before you read  Please know this has yandere themes and unhealthy relationships, do not interact if that makes you uncomfortable

Word Count: 1.4k

Authors note: My first work!

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A sharp pain hit you. Then another one, and another. You try your best to defend yourself, but it’s been going on for 45 minutes. Everywhere hurts. All because Tartaglia decided this would be a good experience. A good opportunity for you to get stronger. He took advantage of his rank and made you spare with other members of the fatui. Over and over again with no breaks. He said that to get stronger you need to constantly improve yourself.

Only one more person remained other than you. It should be the last wave. An opening! You quickly take advantage of the weak spot to use your cyro vision, sending a blast of cyro in the discretion of your opponent. Just as you did you heard someone clapping slowly approaching you.

“Well, ‘First’, I never expected you to do this well. Truly this is great.” He smiled with excitement.

You stare silently at him. It’s getting hard to stand up. You’re not in the mood to deal with him. Your whole body is in pain. ‘I really need to get to a healer.’.

“Now now, I’m here to help patch up your wounds. You won’t be able to train very well with those will you now?”

“I don’t need your help,” You always hated how he put you in situations which causes you to get injured and then he always acts so, just so, annoying. You didn’t know how else to describe it. It’s like he is patronising you. You walk to the side-lines where a med kit was normally there, stumbling along the way. Each step is causing you more and more pain. You’ll ignore him and patch yourself up enough to go see a healer. You felt those ever-familiar arms wrap around you. Pulling you closer to him.

He bends down and whispers in your ear, “Didn’t I say I would patch you up. As your husband it’s the least I can do.”

“...”

He was met with silence.

His arms then squeezed around you making your body hurt all over. You tried a pathetic attempt at escape. You tried your best. But he was stronger. Always much stronger as he liked to remind you. You let out a wince. “It’s rude for a spouse to ignore a husband, especially when he’s going out of his way to help you. It’s important, you know. Because we have to make up for all that lost time we had before you were skilful enough to aid the Tsarista in her goal. Honestly, I made you who you are. Don’t you think you should just do as I say, as a thank you?” He squeezed even harder when you tried to struggle. You hate this. He even brought that up. How you regret placing your trust in him.

You knew he was different ever since he returned that day. Yet you still hoped he’d be the same caring Ajax from your childhood. Especially because of how you got your vision it made you sick. When he disappeared for three days. You ran away from home to search for him. Such a stupid child you were. You only survived because of the cyro vision and Ajax finding you. When you were the one who was meant to find him.

You eventually stop struggling. The pain is becoming too much.

“...Fine,” You admitted in defeat. 

“That’s a good choice” He stopped his death grip and before you knew it he was carrying you bridal style. You could see his smile. Well, you couldn’t really call it one, not with the way his eyes looked. They were like a bottomless pit of nothingness. Like an abyss. Like there’s no escaping them.

“Didn’t know you found my face that pretty ‘First’. Since you’ve been staring at my face the whole time, I’ve been carrying you.”

“I do not!” You try to get out of his harms, which is quite a challenge.  You groan in pain.

“I thought we stopped all this, honestly I’m just trying to be nice.”

He sat you down and got the first aid kit. He started with cleaning the wounds, making sure he’s pressing it extra hard. You make a squeal in response to the pain.

“If this is sore, I fear what would happen on the battlefield. I can’t have you dying on me before you’ve reached your full potential. Plus, you promised me we’d be together always.”

“When we were ten.”

“You haven't changed much at all from then.” He’s now wrapping the cuts with bandages. “Still weaker than me, but you have lots of potential, which is what makes this so fun,” He momentarily stops to ruffle your hair. “I used to do that all the time, you know. You used to love it as well, always wanting my attention. I guess the only thing that’s changed about you is that… enough about that.” He then pulled you into a hug. “Let’s go get you a healer now, shall we?”

He then picks you up again. Making sure his grip is firm.

“Do you have to do this?” You say avoiding eye contact.

“Why, don’t you enjoy this?” He asked as if he didn’t know the answer. How you hated this part of him. You decide not to push the matter any further. Instead, you just close your eyes and focus on the cold air.

“‘First’, we’re here, open your eyes.”

You quickly jump out of his arms as you open your eyes as soon as you notice his grip has loosened.

“No need to do it so quickly, I do have feelings.” He sighed. “Now onto other business” He turned to face the healer. “Will you go heal ‘First’ for me?”

“Yes sir!” The healer responded and made their way over to you. You slowly felt the pain lessen. Things were becoming more bearable. Deep breaths. Soon the pain was just a dull background pain. 

“I’ve finished sir,” The healer declared.

“Good, we’ll be leaving now.”

Tartaglia offers his hand to you. Expecting you to take it. You get up on your own and as soon as you do you feel his hand around yours. With his famous strong grip as he often does to remind you of your power difference. You were no means weak, but compared to him, you were. Why did he take sudden interest in you again? He left to join the Fatui, came back as a harbinger, forced you apart from your lover and then forced you into this game of some twisted married life. Forcing you into this strict training regimen for the sake of unlocking your so-called potential. You honestly have no interest in fighting or getting stronger. Unlike him who lives for the battlefield. Yes, you could get anything that you wanted, and you were strong enough to defend yourself. But the thing you most wanted was freedom. And to do that you have to defeat him. But that’s impossible at your current level as he loves to remind you.

You felt him tugging at you, telling you to hurry. You often spaced out whenever you weren’t training. You tried to match his pace but mentally you were exhausted. Even though you were physically fine now. You just wanted to curl up under the sheets alone and read a book.

It appears you were home now.

“You worked really hard today, so I will let you take some time to rest. I’ll go cook dinner,”

You were grateful that at least he can do housework well from all the practice from taking care of his younger siblings. His family are very nice to be around. He’s much softer and less battle crazy. When you visit them, it’s the time you’re always happiest. Well as happy as you could be, at playing this game of married life. But you had to appreciate even the littlest bit of happiness. Since it was very rare these days. You go light the fireplace and grab a blanket and curl up near it. It was warm. You imagine your lover, your true one. The one that made you happy. You wonder what they were doing now. You hadn’t heard from them ever since Tartaglia forced them out of Snezhnaya. You hoped they were alive and happy. You slowly drift into a peaceful sleep thinking about them. Even if you’ll never see them again, they still managed to calm you.

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About me!

Hello I am Lilium! I go by any pronouns.

Fandoms I will write for are:

Genshin Impact

Tokyo Revengers

Hunter x Hunter

and whatever I feel like

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