#yan genshin

[flokali]

Thinking about Neuvillette enabling Furina’s obsession with you, justifying it as a simple crush; yet another of her whims, she’ll get bored of you soon enough, he tells himself, but it’s been a little over a year and your presence seems to only cement itself in her life – and his, by association.

He lets her drag you around, unconsciously or not making you into something akin to a lap-dog, never meant to take a part in the countless meetings and private conversations you’re unceremoniously dragged into; always present yet never needed. You fit in quite well with the two of them, he has to admit, with all the blue hues and Fontaine-style clothes she forces you into, though to be fair you’ve always been quite attractive in his eyes.

He tells himself it’s for her sake, after all, hasn’t the woman suffered enough? Years of anguish can’t be erased but maybe your company can help her process of healing, that is quite the logical reasoning, right? But the truth is he’s always been a little too happy to babysit you whenever Furina leaves you in his office on the rare occasions she’s forced to part with you, he is one of the few people she trusts to take care of her beloved. He can’t lie and say he doesn’t see what it is about you that has so helplessly charmed his companion, everyday he spends with you he feels himself understanding her more and more.

He’s heard companions help soothe loneliness and he doubts Furina would put too much of a fuss if he asked to share, not after everything they’ve been through together.

[silvery-orchid]

BE A BETTER PET FOR ME.

synopsis: neuvillette found a perfect use for you after you left your homeland. (honestly this is so depraved and filthy and messed up i will just give you the warnings so you can decide if you wish to read it. neuvillete the man that you are!!)

pairing: dom!yan! neuvillette x fem!sub!reader; (mentions of dom!yan!dottore x reader) warnings: blowjobs, dubcon (barely), humping, dom/sub dynamics, breeding, pet play, hard kinks, masochist reader, facials, handjobs; mentions of: gang bangs, blackmail, hypnosis, bdsm, bondage, has plot kind of, probably more i can't think of right now.

You've always had to answer to someone in your life. Someone higher than you because they gaze down on everyone and you should be grateful they spared you a glance and asked you anything. If they relied on you get something done - at the orphanage you grew up in or the elections you ran - you should have counted yourself lucky they needed you at all. Leaving Snezhnaya wasn't easy by any means but luck and bravery happened to be on your side that night. No, maybe it was an idea of grandeur on your part?

Regardless of the reason, in your life you learned not to ask too many questions and Fontaine was not hard for you to get used to. Being part of this justice system reminded you of something familiar but far more noble than sending children to their punishments. And, while it did resemble a show, you weren't surprised by that - the only thing that surprised you was your boss.

Neuvillette, the archetypal leader with enough calm and manipulative wit to stand elevated above everyone. People marvelled at him, some were jealous that you were the one to carry his paperwork back and forth and you only have Neuvillette to thank for being so ruthless and cold they never suspected anything else.

In public settings, he didn't allow you to even stand near him. During work hours, you were treated just like anyone else. But after everyone left; Neuvillette never let you run away.

At first, given his nature, you thought you were being too paranoid. You thought his intense gaze that made you drop your pens was just his way of saying you were not good enough. His tugs at your clothes were only reminders of how sloppy you were, surely. He only did that to make you more presentable because he couldn't stand the sight of you. That must have been it.

However, you quickly realized that he was simply a man who wanted to control everything. People had specific roles to fulfil in his eyes and you should have been even more paranoid about your own.

Doubts went away on the night his gloved hand slid up your skirt during a banquet he didn't deem important enough. He saw you standing in the hallway and told you to follow him. He was so calm and composed even when locking the door behind him and pressing you against it. He didn't flinch while you were confused, his fingers were already sliding up your thigh.

'Your dress tonight is far too tempting. Simply groping you to fix it won't be enough.' were the last words he said before sliding your panties to the side and covering your mouth with his hand.

Neuvillette did not have enough regard for you that would disobey his wishes and, while you just remember being hazy, you don't remember fighting his advances.

And that is how it all began. Soon enough, your main job of sorting documents became secondary even if you still had to carry it out with perfection.

Your main job and joy transformed into being perfect enough for him to breed and break. You were lucky nobody was allowed to enter into his office without a direct invitation. If anyone did, they might have found you pressed against the walls or chained to his desk. Perhaps, they would have found you on a pile of important paperwork you brought with his cock buried deep inside while he manhandles you.

But he was so good at it. Sometimes you would stand on the sidelines during his speeches or trials and you would feel warm just from looking at him on that podium. He was always, always above you and a twisted need find it's way between your legs. You would never admit to anyone but him to where you disappeared to. You would never even tell him how, if he was on the radio, you would masturbate to his voice alone.

And fuck, did he have such a nice voice. Anytime it gave you a command, your spine would feel it. If he gave you praise and called you a 'perfect dumb toy', your body would get flushed. If he degraded you? You just felt the need to hear his insults over and over again. Neuvillette was a selfish man, but he loved to see and hear you break.

Right now, you were sitting down next to his chair. He was signing off the final papers you brought with one hand while his other absentmindedly played with your hair.

He would soon be finished. Your eyes carefully traced his movements in anticipation. Soon he would be done and you wouldn't have to keep rubbing your thighs together. Sometimes you would glance at this lap and see that he was already half hard. His libido was insatiable. And it felt so nice to know you were the only one he would breed and stain with his cum.

When he put the last stamp, you looked up at him. He didn't issue you a command and you didn't dare to do anything on your own.

'What? Are you looking at me and hoping for something?'

His voice was always cold unless he was moaning and panting against yohr body. Perhaps that is why you enjoyed everything he did if it made you feel wanted by a man like him?

'Are you so eager to moan out you love me while you cream all over my cock again?'

He hadn't even done anything and you were starting to get wet. Who would imagine such a proper man respected by all would ever say such a thing? Nobody. And that was the allure. Only you knew how much his depravity ran.

'Pet, move over in front of me.' A command. Finally. He could see your eyes light up as you dragged yourself over the floor to kneel down. Your thighs rubbed together and Neuvillette realized just how much he had spoilt you when your hand reached for his belt.

He glared at you and that was enough sign that you had done something wrong. To make it look like an accident, you placed it on his knee instead and rubbed small circles just so that he could feel the warmth of your skin.

Maybe he would punish you by tying you up again? Or he would deny your orgasms and cum on your stomach to prove you weren't good enough for him to actually fuck?

'Tell me pet, am I the best man you've ever been with?'

That was odd. Neuvillette never asked you questions of this nature. Usually they were only questions during passion like: 'You love being dragged on the floor don't you?' and 'Wouldn't you just look so good pregnant and stuffed with my seed?'. But this was new.

'The best man I've been with?' Maybe this was a new game of making you embarrassed? It certainly did the trick

'Y-Yes.' 'Prove it to me then. Before I replace you.'

Even from the darkness inside his office and your current position now you could see that light smirk he had while resting his head on his hand. He wanted to be especially cruel tonight but you never thought he would replace you so soon.

With a shaky hand and a racing mind you reached out for his belt. He allowed it this time but he wasn't amused. If he wanted to replace you, you'd just have to make him feel better than ever before.

Your thighs were so hot and warm you couldn't control yourself. You wanted nothing more than to put his cock in your mouth. No time to undress him or tug down your own clothes.

Neuvellitte let you just free his cock from the restraints and it was already hard by that look on your face. Warm skin, glassy eyes that didn't look anywhere else and complete obedience were in front of him. How could he not enjoy the face you didn't even realize your mouth was open before you pressed yourself forward to lick his tip.

He was such a pale man and yet his tip was the most beautiful shade of red to you. Your fingers wrapped around his girthy and veiny cock and your hips jerked slightly. You remembered how nice it felt when it was inside you - stretching you and hitting all the spots. You had to thank his generosity by circling the tip of it with your tongue. Your excitement was so immense that your mouth was filling with spit and since it was so late Neuvillette didn't care if it got all over his cock and dripped down to his pants.

You were so eager and adorable, looking blissful before he even did anything to you. He thought it would make him happy but instead he furrowed his brow.

'Not good enough.'

You barely had time to register what he said before he gripped your jaw and pulled your head up. The sudden shift had you groaning because you were still on your knees.

'You say i am the best man you've been with yet that look on your face didn't change.'

What was he talking about?

'It looks the same on the photos where you're sucking off that doctor. Tell me, did you take me for a fool?'

All the warmth in your body suddenly disappears. You feel cold, colder than ever. Maybe even cold like your homeland and the messed up laboratory Dottore forced you in. Neuvillette knew. He knew about your past and the fact you were a fugitive. Would he turn you in? Wait, was this his messed up trial to prove you didn't deserve this comfortable life?

You were shivering by this point and refusing to cry but you simply couldn't stop your eyes from getting teary when Neuvillette tossed an envelope and all the photos flew out.

It reminded you what you ran way from and what formed all these kinks Neuvillette triggered again.

There was a photo of you in a cow bikini drinking milk from a bowl on the floor with bruised hands. Then, there was one of you being tied to his table. Another one of you with a special device that hypnotised you. One where you were covered in cum all over your body. And the last one was the one Neuvillette spoke of; it was from when Dottore made you fuck him and some of his clothes. A perfect shot of you giving one of them a blowjob that he took.

But you ran away! You did everything you could! Was this a warning? How did Neuvillette get this envelope?

'I never thought you would dare lie in front of me. You should know better than that.'

His voice was cold but never like this. Never did you feel hatred from it but not it was different. Neuvillette hated you and you lost everything you had. Your hair was standing up, your hands were shaking and you could feel your heartbeat pounding away in your ears. Neuvillette was getting blurry and you were growing more desperate.

Then, when he saw you like that, completely afraid and dependent on him, Neuvillette's twisted desires grew. No where on those photos did you look so lost and desperate. He was probably the first man to make you feel that way and he couldn't deny how your brokenness made his cock throb. Then, he decided to be your saviour instead. Preventing crime and punishing it went hand and hand. He would throw you a bone to cling to, and would get a pet even more eager to please.

How desperately he wanted to see your ruin. To hear it and taste it on his tongue.

'Prove to me how desperate you are and I might take pity on you.'

Save you from himself? You aren't sure if it was the glimmer of hope or the messiness in your head at all those years in Dottore's hands that made you act but your blood started to flow and bloom again.

All you had to do was prove just how good and desperate you are. Nobody was better at that than you and nobody got more wet at the idea of it.

You placed your knees on the sides of Neuvillette's left leg. Those glassy eyes of yours and tear strained cheeks were a sight to behold when he saw you were looking up at him in marvel. Then, you rested your head on his knee and reached to jerk him off with your right hand. Your head was hazy and tired, but your hips were moving on their own. You were grinding down on his boot; you were fucking yourself crazy on it.

That night, you kept humping his foot until you reached the most intense and messy orgasm. You were so fucked out and desperate you probably didn't even know you were drooling and slobbering all over his pants while moaning how you were a good pet; how badly you wanted him to fuck you. Fuck, you didn't even realize your hand had stopped moving before he reached his high because you tired yourself out and fell asleep.

But Neuvillete didn't mind; he simply let you stay on his lap looking so serene before he gave his cock a few final strokes to paint your face white.

Maybe he should thank that man for sending him this envelope. Maybe even for training you to be such a perfect pet. But one thing was for sure, he definitely wouldn't let you go anytime soon.

avert you eyes. i was hormonal

[euphorickaeya]

hello ! for the drabble event, can i request kaveh with the prompt: “this was the last time, okay ? i got you. i'm here. i'm not leaving anymore." the reader can be gender neutral (they/them pronouns). thanks, have a great day <3333

Hi! Thanks for requesting! Please enjoy!

“You have to understand, we need a god to rule us.” Al Haitham looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his voice laced with frustration. “And you need to understand that I’m not the god you want ruling you!” You fought back, just as fierce as the acolytes who sat in the room.

“Your Grace, it’s your sworn duty, it’s not to be argued—“ Ei tried to explain their side, to convince you that it won’t be that cruel, that you won’t suffer under their repetitive pleas for unnecessary help.

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s my duty! You’re all hypocrites for telling me so! You all left your nations under wreck, if anything this was your doing!” You screamed, slamming your fist onto your throne of marble, angered, tired and almost hateful.

“Enough!” Zhongli stood from his spot. His eyes glowing a distasteful yellow. He looked over to you, tired of your tantrums, tired of your stubbornness. The brunette felt like he was taking care of a child, rather than a god.

You looked at zhongli with a perplexed look. Wondering what’s gotten the Geo archon so annoyed.

“You are going to have a ceremony, and you will be introduced as Teyvat’s divine being. You are going to accept it, it is a contract you made, being our god, to this world.” Zhongli spat, before finally pulling his chair out to leave, his footsteps heavy with tiredness and lack of care for the meeting.

“…meeting dismissed.” Ei stated after a few minutes of silence, following towards her fellow archon’s footsteps. As if it was a sign, the rest of the archon and important figures seem to trickle out as you’re left there appalled by what Zhongli had forced onto you.

You were so shocked that you felt around for your throne, feeling your legs wobble uncomfortably before losing all feeling in them.

It was like your whole body had collapsed, but you were still conscious, you paralyzed to the core and your stomach twisted in ways it shouldn’t. A hitched breath left your lips as you tried to calm yourself through some fresh air.

A wheezing feeling was bubbling in your chest as you grabbed onto it, your free hand hitting the marble chair you sat on, as if desperate to breath.

You were having a panic attack.

“Your Grace?.. I-“ Kaveh seemed to enter at the right time though, seeing you hunched over as tears started to stain your royal robes, you cried and cried silently into your lap as your hands beat against your chest as if to tell your body to stop it, stop the embarrassment you were about to gain by crying like a baby.

“Your grace?! What’s wrong? What happened?!” Kaveh was instantly to your side like a moth drawn to a flame. His face was full of worry, raising your head to his eye view to really look at you. Tears and snot followed the shape of your face, making your cheeks feel sticky, your eyes felt dry and wet at the same time, and a sad symphony of hiccups left your frowning lips.

“I can’t do this. I can’t, Kaveh. These people, they’re bringing me to my downfall. If that ceremony is successful, I will never get to go home. I will be stuck here forever.” You sobbed out, tired and scared, doubtful of any way of getting home to your life once again.

You feared the thoughts and events that could happen in this cruel world. This universe where you had no idea who you were or who to trust as true acolytes, you were scared to the bone.

Kaveh looked at you in pain and thought about his stupid worship to you. What if you truly were their god, but you wanted to be human? You wanted to experience what they do, what they make, everything.

Kaveh thought long and hard, his heart breaking with every cry he hears leaving your mouth. Why should you continue to suffer when teyvat’s archons are able to give up their spots as gods? Why must you be the only one to stay as a god?

“This is the last time, okay? I’ve got you.” Kaveh pulled you into his arms, engulfing you in a cozy warmth as you gasped in shock, feeling him so close to you was scary at most. Unable to take those who scratch at you to get a chance to just touch a square of your skin.

“I’m here. I won’t leave you. You can confide in me.” Kaveh whispered into your ears as you hugged him tighter, somehow finding comfort and hope in his words. Kaveh could only cradle you into his chest as his mind raced a million miles a minute.

Kaveh doesn’t want to be like the rest of your acolytes, always begging and skittering around your feet asking daily for what they wanted and not what you wanted. He wanted to be your confidant, your person, your everything. He convinced himself that he did not want anything, not like your other acolytes.

You only squeezed him a little tighter, maybe Kaveh was different, maybe he actually wanted you to be happy. You cling onto the unrealistic hope that maybe Kaveh was your ticket out of Teyvat.

Although, Kaveh grew weary. His grip subtly tightened on you as his eyebrows furrowed, even if Kaveh wanted you happy, his desire to benefit from you was secretly harder. He knew he shouldn’t, but he knows like any other acolyte, this is not to take a chance.

How much longer would it be for Kaveh before he’d turn just like the so called acolytes you have gained?

[alatusprinz]

yan! genshin x darling with abandonment issues

characters : xiao , albedo , kaedehara kazuha x f! reader

warning : obsessive behavior, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, the very stereotypical traits found in yandere lovers, mention of planned/considering murder, manipulation, threatening, etc. reader has abandonment issues, insecurities, and is wary/distrustful about love and romantic partners in general. < fem pronouns used - bride etc >

諸行無常 - 世のすべてのものは、移り変わり、また生まれては消滅する運命を繰り返し、永遠に変わらないものはないということ。

Shogyou mujou - Impermanence. A phrase that means everything in the world repeats its destiny to to be born and to disappear, that there is no existence in the world that remains without changing . 

[ prior scenario ]

“hey…” you called out to your captor, finally working up the courage to talk to him like you would to anyone else. when your voice broke the silence in the sullen room, his gaze was immediately directed at you. 

“what is it?” you gulped at his curt yet obvious reply, still trying to keep your voice from wavering when you continued onto a subject you knew could upset them or worse. you were displeased by how much you were trembling at the thought, even when there was not an ounce of wrath evident in his voice or face as of present.

in truth, it took you however long you imagine to even work out the confidence to demand such inquiry, it could’ve been days, weeks or even more. you couldn’t have known exactly how long- after all, it’s been a paradox in time since the cursed moment you stepped foot into his lair. you reckon it’s been quite a few months in captivity if not a year already. 

“what do you really want from me, keeping me here?” you saw him open his mouth to respond, but you immediately continued without giving him or yourself time. you feared you would lose your will to speak otherwise, despite having repeated the same question in your mind millions of times. 

“so now you have me in this cramped room at all times within your sight. i barely move or talk… i’m almost kept like… a doll here.” you kept your eyes on him for any chances of extreme anger or outburst while resuming. 

“you see, people lose interest. as time passes, your former shiny doll will always lose its gleam and a new doll will catch your eye. when someone learns a song they adore on zither or harp it won’t matter, the song feels less special once you’ve mastered the flow and rhythm so it belongs to you completely- when the song doesn’t have anything new to offer anymore. you could buy anything and make it your possession, but it will always bore you in the end. it’s a matter of time.” his face remained as blank as ever, still listening carefully to your uncharacteristically melancholic statement today. 

“love that comes from mere fascination or ownership… won’t last.” 

so let me go while you still cherish me. before you decide to abandon me like a used toy. you were ashamed to admit your original motivation of asking him to let you go won’t leave your mouth. 

you would rather bite your tongue and die this very instant than admit to him why you were asking this question after all this time. you tried and tried to repress your feelings, the growing feeling inside your chest that is slowly turning into fondness and familiarity instead of sheer disgust and loathe as you should be feeling. it doesn’t make sense- he robbed you of your everything. everything you learned to be a part of your mundane life, every routine and passion you’ve had (you barely even remember what life was before, but you imagine you could’ve had… those things that made you human.) disappeared like dandelion pappus in the wind. you try, you look at his godforsaken actions he veil and glorify as an act of love, you scoff and ignore and fight with all your will not to bend into his desires as easily. but the crawling, sinking realization you were aware from a while ago ate away at what little left from your pride each moment past. 

you couldn’t pretend like everything was normal anymore, not when every inch of your body, every thought surrounding your brain was his love. you knew your true feelings for your captor now. but you couldn’t possibly unravel the truth he oh-so desperately wants- needs to hear. in truth, you felt yourself fall deeper for his wicked charm every day. it made you physically sick but the way he loved you, the way he touched you and caressed your soul, his suffocating care for you felt familiar now, you craved him, you yearned for his impudence in all its glory, the gut wrenchingly familiar scent of his when you awoke from nightmares. you searched for him, you yearned his presence when he wasn’t around and you were positive he knew it. after all, he was the one who trained your body and soul to his perfection- carved your being, to the point you seemed to be the one chasing him at this point in your mind, the only space you have left to you that's private.

it scared you to bits whenever you thought of revealing your feelings. what if he only liked the thrill of your struggles? what if he only wanted the chase? what if he grew tired of you soon now that you’re all boring and “his”? 

this is how your thoughts finally manifested itself into a question, to test the waters. 

he finally responded. 

and it wasn’t at all what you had expected. 

xiao ( alatus) .

“how absurd.” xiao really could not understand the worries of you mortals. he could swear to the seven archons that he tried, he had asked around, he read words on papers you call “books” that seemingly guide you when you’re lost, (worthless if you ask him, since it didn’t guide him when he needed it the most with you),  he’s spent time observing countless mortals just so he could get a grip on how your restless mind works.

it’s like you seem to confuse him more and more as time passes by, and that was quite the opposite of what he desired. 

“what makes you believe you are as worthless as physical objects?” xiao found no reason in mincing his words, your comparison made him offended, if anything. how could you possibly imagine thinking of yourself as the same value of an inanimate object, or even a melody that’s shared between hundreds or thousands at the same time? the idea of you being shared between countless mortals and being another’s “property” left not only a bitter taste in his mouth, but a dangerous, lingering urge to choose destruction.

the general yaksha was no fool to his vow, he was never to harm or terminate mortals, let alone liyue inhabitants. the lord of geo and his contract would not allow. however, a small voice at the back of his voice whispered- he was a guardian yaksha. he was known, a living legend amongst the nationals, surely nobody would dare stand against an Adepti’s desire. after all, mortals were weak and easily manipulated. he could make sure anyone stay away within a minute of a conversation or a… threatening action. and as much as he does not wish to sever his vows to the lord of geo, he certainly held the nonpacifict solution should the circumstances demand. 

but... keeping you here, away from those who would bring you harm protects both you, his angel and his vow to avoid harming mortals, don't they? it was the perfect solution.

he thought he had made it clear by now- that he adored you more than anything, that never once in his painfully long existence he had laid his eyes on anything, anyone more sublime than you. and your benevolence gave him the bliss of peace he desperately needed, he basked in your glory, your warmth on the iciest nights he was cursed to spend in solitude.

you saved him- you were xiao’s everything. if you were not to remain his oasis, what more could his sorry existence serve for? for what purpose would the vigilant yaksha continue his never-ending agony for, if not for your heavenly smile? he had never required, or wanted words of gratitude before, he upheld his vows to perfection, well aware that he was an entity destined to live in the shadows, just so the light could shine brighter. however, neither of you knew that it would lead to… this, the one night that you recognized him as the vigilant yaksha where you coincidentally entwined your red strings of fate on Mt. Hulao. (god knows how or why you had wandered into the space meant for the adepti, you truly had no memory of the life before him at this moment, no matter how you tried to reminisce).

you were all Alatus had, all he has ever wanted. his hands were stained crimson red for eternity, but you, he would bring celestia to ruin, defy every archon’s wrath, shield you in his arms and face the eye of the storm if that’s what you desired. to keep your hands clean, and your soul stainless for he was already tarnished beyond repair. the least he could do was protect you, his one and only, from the dirtiest parts of the world.

one whisper from your tender lips, and he would be gone, swift as the wind for his newest mission, mind filled with your loving smile. 

“i’ve gave you my word, have i not?” xiao continued, hoping for your understanding behind his stone-cold expression you couldn’t have unraveled. 

“...” you remained silent, to his displeasure, he was forced to continue. you and your mortal perplexity. 

“i’ve sworn to protect you. an oath is an oath, (name). i will remain by your side. vows are to be upheld in perpetuity.” xiao’s monotone voice sounded as still as ever despite his rather melancholic words. 

you, on the other hand, weren’t fully convinced. rather, you didn’t allow yourself to be soothed of your worries precisely because of his nonchalant behavior. there was no way he’d stay… this way for eternity. the perpetuity he speaks of will somehow find its end, your mind convinced.

after all… he offered you his protection, his company and his presence. not… not love. he had never once mentioned the word ‘love’ in your presence, or perhaps ever in his couple millenia of existence had he ever even let the heavy word drop from his lips. and you both knew it was perhaps for a good reason. 

to both of your surprise, he finally learns of your worries when you kept your silence with a frown.  

with a subtle sigh, Alatus approached you carefully as he always did, as if not to scare you away. (as if you could outrun the yaksha, as if your mind would even let you at this point.). he sat down next to you on your cold bed, then reached out to place his trembling hand on yours.

you might not know, but that’s the only act of intimacy he’s aware of to you humans. you couldn’t help but stare at his gloved hands on yours, the leather-like material sinking on your skin and leaving a heavy sensation with absolutely no trace of warmth. in fact, you had never felt much heat from his body before if your memory serves. 

except for the warmth you felt right now, listening to his careful words meant to soothe your concerns. it was almost enough to make you forget the absence of sunlight, the last time you had a deep breath of the fresh morning dew from liyue harbor, the sounds of the city locals chatting away in peace. almost enough to make you forget why you were here to begin with. 

“... if my promise isn’t enough… tell me what to do.” you couldn’t mask your surprise when you heard his words. his hand finally relaxed, yet still cold as ever. 

“ephemeral circumstances. perpetual agony. that’s all i have ever known.” xiao couldn’t believe how uncharacteristically chatty you forced him to be. but if his mundane words could soothe your bitter expression, there was nothing he was unwilling to do. 

“諸行無常. - all worldly existences are impermanent.” 

“...but my oath is eternal. i will spend a millenia… an immortal lifetime proving it to you.” 

“just speak my name. i will keep you…” he wanted to say happy, he wanted to promise you a joyful life. he wanted to say he would love you... but he was a cursed being, doomed with the vexation of the millions that were slain by his bloodied hands. 

“i will keep you safe.” he retracted his arm after his final promise to you, and disappeared without a trace. suddenly, the sullen room looked even darker than you remembered. as if the darkness was all you’ve ever known. 

and yet again, the word you desired- no promise of ‘love’ was mentioned. 

albedo ( kreideprinz ) .

“so it makes you insecure.” you flinched at his naturally curt reply, cutting through where it hurts the most. it was such a familiar answer from albedo, analyzing even verbal communication with utmost composure and sharp perception. his teal eyes appeared to be shining in the dimly lit room, ice-cold stare almost pinning you down like on a leash. 

“you’re struggling with feelings of insecurity and it’s manifesting itself into an apprehensive behavior because you feel like i’d get tired of you once the halo effect wears off.” he continued, all while sitting perfectly still, his posture and gaze remaining as absolute and subtly confident as ever. he had almost never been incorrect about his analysis on you, it’s almost eerie. anything he put his mind to and observed, experimented, hypothesized and concluded, it was more or less on point. and this time too, he didn’t fail to notice your ulterior hidden worries. 

the worst part? you were positive he was already well aware of your true feelings behind your distant exterior. after all, he had never been fooled by your acting, never once. he knew you too well to fall for it, and it made you wonder just how long he had observed you before your captivity. 

“it seems accurate and human of you to have such concerns. after all, the vast population of mankind seems to have a taste for unfaithfulness. enough to make others spend the rest of their existence cowering in fear of betrayal.” your eyebrows furrowed at his unwelcome analysis on your mindset, reading your deepest fears like an open book on his worn out wooden alchemy table. 

“but may i remind you, i am not deeply associated with the majority of humanity to begin with, (name). i’d appreciate if you didn’t see me in the same light as the rest.” his stable voice always tricked your sorry mind into believing the atmosphere was normal and calm. but unfortunately, ticking off the kreideprinz was one of the things you noted to never do again. you could thank your gods that he doesn’t seem too irritated from what you could see. 

“humans are an enigma. physical objects and intellectual creations may have its worth hidden in correlation to who possesses them. however, i do believe i don’t… own you.”

the room was immediately silent after his last statement, all you could hear was your heart thumping loudly in your ear, head feeling heavier on your shoulders each second that passed by. he thinks he doesn’t own you? that was the last phrase you thought you would hear from him. 

“of course i’d like to own your heart, that’s what lovers are.” what we are - both of you knew that was his true intention behind his somewhat vague wording. “is that what you wish to hear from me, dear? that i love you.” his monotone declaration of “love” sent a wave of warmth, and cowering fear to the pit of your stomach. for one, it certainly was what you desperately craved to hear from the chalk prince. you were so, so close to giving into his sweet temptation, his reserved nature, his teal eyes that seem to only look at you, and his cold, yet addictive touch of hands, caressing you like you were the only existence that he cared about.

yet, his cold tone when he confessed the words of love weighed heavy at the back of your mind, how monotone, and… void he sounded. do people usually sound so laid back when speaking such words? you couldn’t know, you couldn’t remember. but you had a feeling it wasn’t quite the case, that he sounded too empty, his promise sounded heavy, yet desolate at the same time. that your heart felt too burdened from his love, not blissful. but if that were the case, albedo was prepared to mold your tastes until you preferred his weighty love, bitter and cold on your tongue. he'd make sure to train you until all you ever crave is his taste.

“... i love you as much as an artificial being could mimic the humane emotion of love, dearest.” he concluded the conversation coolly and with dignity like he always did, he always got the last word. after all, what he wants goes. 

if you happen to disobey… well, let’s just say he was good at getting what he wanted. should he use honey-sweet words, alluring you in, threats, slight or considerable amount of pain and punishment, or make you face a situated scenario that would inevitably push you towards him…

in the end, albedo would have you. - that’s what he had concluded. after all, once again - what he wants, goes. 

kaedehara kazuha .

the menacing, yet melodic giggle he responded with sharpened your senses. you never knew what to expect from him, he could easily shatter your soul and courage with one look of his eyes if that was what his mockingly poetic love demanded of him. 

“love, you never cease to amaze me.” as expected of the bride, the distinguished lady of the great kaedehara clan he intended to continue. every step you take, every sway of your hair in the end, the rounin felt himself fall deeper for your charm, his one and only perfect love. you were absolutely perfect, you had to be. (you were his, after all.)

he approached you with an intimidatingly slow pace, placed his hand on the top of your head with seemingly great delicacy. the weight of his hand on your head seemed like it was pushing you down, further until you were at his feet- at his complete and eternal mercy. in one way, it was the perfect place for you, his docile loving darling. it should come natural for lovers to please and make one another happy. it should come as easy as breathing to both you and him, after all, he himself was at your feet. why shouldn’t you share the same sentiment, the same desire? he would lay down his life, lay down his everything and more. that’s what love is, existing in this cruel world in the name of your lover. 

at least according to what he carved in your mind which you’ve soon learned to accept. 

“have i ever once, made you feel unloved or unworthy?...” his hand travelled down, slowly and gently caressing the back of your head, the side of your neck, and lingered at the same spot while feeling your beating heart. (the heart that beats for him - the sinister thought brought a pleased smile to his lips. ) the silent confidence in his statement sent shivers down your spine. of course he was aware, he had never once denied you of your needs, everything except your freedom was in the palm of your hands. with one whisper of your voice, kazuha would carve out his heart, display it on a platter. he would sacrifice his last breath to caress your lips one last time, excarnate his own being and wrap his warm skin around your shivering body if you were cold. going to extreme length to keep you, his angel dove by his side, is an absolute necessity for him. 

and the ugly truth was, he expected the exact same from you. 

“have i ever left you unsatisfied?” he continued, placing his hands around your neck, not squeezing, but with just enough force of grip for your entire body to tense up in fight-or-flight instinct. too bad neither was an option. 

“like i said, you might get bored-” to your surprise, your speech was interrupted. 

“boredom is not something associated with true love, my dearest. i can promise you that.” his stable and calm voice never once wavered, and said to you with utmost certainty, almost to the point you allowed yourself to believe the honey-sweet temptation of love he presented you with. 

“and if my verbal promise does not suffice…” finally, he wrapped his arms around you, and buried his face into your neck. with a sigh of happiness leaving his lips, he let out a low giggle near your ear. 

“i’ll prove it until the rest of my life, until you believe in my love.”

until you believe me - he whispered, placing a sickeningly tender kiss on your neck. the sensation of his alluring kiss lingered on your shivering skin, your mind left blank and tempted. after all, kazuha’ forte was words. he could spin you around like a marionette, should he want. 

and that’s what he intended to do. keep, worship and adore his beloved doll, lover for all eternity. 

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[coffeetheactualjellii]

Yan!Furina/Focalor

!!HEAD CANNON!!

I feel like Yandare Furina will just Humiliate anyone who will try to just be-friend you or Court you (do you get it lol its a joke) and she will 100% dig up past dirt on that person scare them with it.

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example:

💙=Furina

♡= NOT YOU

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💙: you came...

♡: y-yes? What did you want to talk about Madame Furina.

💙: 17th of January #### i know what you did.

♡:is shocked**

💙: stay away from them. If you dont. I'll see you in court.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Hello. So, I was wondering if you can write a weird request for Femme Fatale Galore event. This one involves Yelan, who has a reader who recently received a Hydro Vision, and they wanted to try traveling in a giant bubble. So, Yelan agrees to come along, and they end up sitting in a giant bubble, floating in the night sky above Liyue. There, Yelan allows the reader to lay their head in her lap while floating in a bubble.

image credit.

Bright yellows and orange lights illuminated the entire harbor as people hustled and bustled in the streets, their minds filled with the prospects of good food and an even better time as a brand new Lantern Rite was fast approaching. There were many things to celebrate and even more to do but unfortunately for the wild pair that soared the night sky the festivities were the last thing on their minds.

With a shaky hand (y/n) tried to gently touch the bubble they had created, the bright hydro vision glowing softly on their hip as Yelan sat next them with her arms crossed and face completely unreadable. Never in a million years did Yelan think that her cute (y/n) would ever get a vision but she wasn't complaining. Sure, this could complicate things but it should be a piece of cake for her to take the reigns if things got too hot and heavy for her liking. A vision was a blessing from the gods, this is something that (y/n) should celebrate, oddly fitting that it was received around the Lantern Rite.

Yelan quietly scoffed to herself as a faint tingle of annoyance appeared on her face.

Were the gods mocking her? Were they trying to tell her that the power was in (y/n)'s hands, that Yelan should just give up and leave them be? What foolishness. Something like that would never come to pass, ever.

As Yelan sat still she continued to observe her baby, the slight frown on their face and the oh so obvious signs of frustration that radiated off her (y/n) was something that Yelan could not help but to be charmed by. Without a word Yelan raised her arms and placed them on (y/n)'s shoulders, her body suddenly much closer now.

"My little baby has all these new powers but isn't sure how to use them... How about a break, hm?" said Yelan with a teasing voice, her blue eyes shining underneath the moonlight which heavily contrasted the warm city beneath them. With a sigh (y/n) gave in and put their head on Yelan's soft lap. Her fingers gently combed through soft (h/c) locks as she spied down the city the was underneath them, carefully monitoring everything and everyone in case someone spotted them.

A wave of pride and security washed over Yelan as the pair stayed like that. No matter if the god were trying to convey a message to either her or (y/n) was irrelevant. There was simply no way (y/n) could ever learn to harness the power that was granted to them without some outside help and isn't it just so convenient that Yelan herself also has a hydro vision?

Yelan smirked as the realization hit her - she was right, the gods were trying to tell her something. Her and (y/n) would always be together and what better way to bond two lovers than to share all of the power? Of course her little baby was much more focused on the silly things such as creating bubbles and tiny fountains which was perfectly alright for the elusive woman.

If things were any different (y/n) could be down there in the city, laughing and dancing the night away with friends and basking in the sweetness of life. Yelan however had other plans - there was no need for any of that when they could just be together in their little bubble with the moon as their only witness.

[vetusmemoriae]

Yan!Dottore x Reader (Part 2)

Author's note: This goes for you, @wite-sno-flik ;) Hope you like it

Summary: Childe is dead, how will the Harbingers deal with a clearly problematic Dottore?

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'There's no way Y/n knew, what they were doing. And that's because of Dottore.'

'You think so? They were the only person that entered Childe's room prior to his murder. Who else would it be?'

'Y/n can't think shit, as if they would suddenly decide to do something by their own and kill someone. Even if so, why Childe? We knew he has been kind to Y/n, even if that meant that he had to take them away from Dottore.'

'He was turned... problematic, lately.'

'Maybe we should confront him about this.'

'We seem to forget, we are framing a comrade of the murder of one of us. If an assistant was enough reason to do so, we should take them away to see how he reacts.'

'You are talking just like him, Pantalone...'

The voices were muffled by the wall. Capitano, Pierro, Pucinela, Pantalone and Arlechinno were talking about Dottore, that's for sure. They had so little faith in him... But they wouldn't find Y/n any time soon.

Dottore was a mysterious guy, no one else but Y/n was able to find him at all times. If you had something to tell him, you sent Y/n with the message. And as hard to find was Dottore, he could do the same with Y/n. They wouldn't move, they were so busy cleaning everything in that remote laboratory in the outside of the city... where they were safe at the command and vigilance of one of his clones no less. 'Don't let anyone close to the facility, if they do, pretend everything is off, that there's no one here'. This was just a short term plan, until the rest of the Harbingers calmed with his new creation.

'First Signora, then Scaramouche, and now Childe... Dottore had a close relationship with their doings.'

'Are you saying he might be trying to take the Tszariza's plan's down?'

'...'

'We all think that he isn't doing this for the Tszariza, we already knew that, but does this matter so little?'

'He doesn't have anywhere else to go, we could find him in a matter of days, even hours. He might be smart, but you need resources to succeed.'

'Let's leave, we should think twice before doing or saying something we regret.'

Before that, Dottore had already left, because his creation was finished, and there was no time to waste if he wanted his plan to work just as he had thought.

'It was not nice to not invite me.' That was a... familiar voice.

'Who are you?'

'What do you mean? The same as always, Childe, your comrade.'

They couldn't believe their eyes, it was Childe, right before them. He was declared dead, his body was found with wounds, he had bleed to death.

'You are not real, you died.'

'Are you gettin' philosophical or...?'

'No, we all saw your body, you were stabbed at least 142 times.'

'Isn't that a bit too much? But I'm here, I don't know what's all the fuzz about.'

'Is there something wrong?' Dottore entered the room with such a smirk, everyone would notice that this was just what he wanted.

'What does this mean, Dottore? Childe was dead mere hours ago.'

'And now he is alive, so there's nothing to worry about.'

'There is, that you attempted against your own people'

'Did I? How are you so sure?'

They stayed silent, while Dottore smile grew bigger: they had nothing to do against him right now. Would they kick him out of the Fatui? That was unlikely after all he accomplished, after taking back two gnosis.

'I will take that silence as a "we don't know". I will get going, I have matters to attend to.'

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On the outside of the city, Y/n was cleaning all the equipment, and wasn't even half way though. The clone, Theta, was watching them clean without taking any breaks. He was commanded to not help, to only look and watch out, but as one of the young clones, he couldn't help but question their doings. Even with this, there was nothing to do but wait for Dottore to come or for something to happen.

'Y/n, do you have any idea why you are here?' They denied with their head. 'Do you want to know?'

'Should I?'

'Not necessarily, but don't you feel curiosity towards why did Dottore kill Childe?'

'No, unless you want me to'

'You are no fun... I don't have any idea of why he likes you so much.'

'Maybe it was a punishment for disappointing him'

'What do you mean? I know him, well, we are the same, you don't disappoint us, that why we like you, you do as you are told.'

'You aren't?'

'No, being honest, it's... weird, because we would usually try and experiment on you just because we have strong felling towards you. Maybe he's just trying to understand what's wrong.'

'Is there something wrong with me? Something to be fixed?'

'No, you are good, it's us. Some like to call it... "love", I don't like that word. A word to describe this? Pointless, a word is so little it can't describe it. What I mean is that you are a weakness, and because of that, I can't understand why he doesn't get rid of you.'

'I... remember' Dottore looked with some curiosity, it was so long since Y/n had some thought on themselves, that them just remembering something was something new. 'that when I got here, I wasn't directly assigned to you.

>We were on a line, waiting to be chosen. We waited for what could be all evening, standing. Some started to cry, some even pissed themselves, and I just stood there against my own thoughts, against my body, and I remember my legs hurting, as if I were to fall. At the end, from 20, just lasted 7 of us. The rest were dragged away, and as they took us to another room, we were able to hear screams and people begging for mercy, people crying. But we couldn't do anything, and if someone talked, they too would be dragged away.

>It was night, and they left us in an empty room. No instructions, no food nor water. Some thought that we were meant to kill each other until only one was left. When they touched me I left all my rage out, and... I killed him, his jaw was broken, and he didn't get up. I didn't care, because for some reason this was my only way out... to live... I didn't sleep that night, I just sited on the corner watching no one got near to me, and they didn't. In the morning they came again, you, the Harbingers came in, and investigated us, someone even was naked when we left, because you got close to me, saw the body on the floor, my knuckles with blood, and my weary eyes. And you took me to your laboratory. I have no idea what happened next or what happened before, I just know that if I want to live, I must do anything you want. There's nothing else in my life.' Y/n looked at their master's eyes. 'If you told me to kill myself I would, if you told me to kill someone, I would. Not because I want it myself, but because your want is my must, and your command is my rule.'

'And that's why we love you so, so much.' Dottore got closer, taking Y/n chin, making them look out of their duty to clean. 'You are willing to do anything we say, not because you are afraid, but because you want to live and would do anything for it. You are not afraid of us, nor of our ideas nor what we do. If we asked you to open up somebody, you would, because, like us, you have no regard for life. And even if you do not fear us, we have power over you, because at any time given we can re-start you, make you forget as we do with others. And still, it never happened more than once, when we met. You screamed so much we thought you were going to faint of the pain, but the belt we gave you was enough, and though the electricity was all around you, making you forget, you were brave enough to know there was no other way. And still, you don't hate us. I can say all we did to you and you still wouldn't be afraid or hate us. You are so dear to me... If you were to think any more clearly' he laughed 'I too would feel the need to obey you.' Dottore kissed Y/n knuckles, going up to their shoulder. 'May you be like a deity to us, we can't fell anything but happiness when you are by our side... And happiness blinds anyone, we are blinded by our love, dear, that why we did it.'

'Did what?'

'Killed them.'

'Who?'

'Aren't you curious? It was so long since you last wanted to know something for yourself, but it doesn't matter anymore. Whatever you do or say doesn't matter, you've already come to love us more than you can think of.' Dottore laughed 'It doesn't matter who we killed, you can't even think of them anymore, there's no need either. We all are your family now.'

'You...'

'Yes, dear?'

'You killed my family...'

'Well of course I did! There wouldn't be any other way you would come across the idea of applying as an assistant. But does it really matter? Can you even recall their faces?'

Y/n tried their best to think of their family, but there was nothing, no memories nor faces. There were tears, but no sobbing.

'Ohhh... dear, love, if you start felling sad about it it would mean that you really can think of something when I say family.'

'I don't, that's why I cry.'

'If there's nothing, then there's nothing to cry about.'

'Can I know something?'

'It depends.'

'Why did I come here?'

'To kill me, a necessary evil. But you have no need to kill me now, do you?' Y/n felt nauseous. 'The thought of killing me makes you feel sick, right?' Dottore caressed Y/n hair. 'It's okay... You won't kill me... there's no need to be so sad about it...'

'What did you do, Theta?' The original Dottore came next to Y/n, cleaning their tears.

'Just said the truth, they can't do anything about it.'

'Be in pain. You want that?'

'You don't? I still don't understand that... fetiche of the new clones and you of not letting nothing bad happen to them.'

'I was so... careless... The only reason I'll leave you walk out of this is because you are money. Leave.'

Theta left with a victorious smile, but just when he was about to leave, Dottore came next to him, about to tell him something, but instead stabbed him in the neck.

'I'll fix you latter, it's not like you can do anything but to stay in pain...' He smiled. 'Doesn't it feel right?' He came back with Y/n, offering his hand to help them stand up. 'I'm sorry for whatever he said, can I know some details?'

'He said you love me, that you killed my family, that...'

'Agh... That's troublesome... But it won't be any trouble for you, right, darling?'

'No... sir.'

'That's what I thought.' Dottore petted Y/n. 'That really says about your loyalty, I'm proud of you and your understanding of this situation. You can now stop cleaning, we can change your clothing and then... Is there anything you want to do?'

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I'm very proud of this fanfic. I was unable to write for a while, but I kept reading Brothers Karamazov and it solved a lot. Definitely, Dostoyevsky is the goat.

I hope you liked it and my ask is open.

[utageboyz]

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 [𝑰]

CW (content warning) : kidnapping, stalking, manipulation, sadistic yandere, death, abuse, cutting (not in a suicidal way though)

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𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 ! 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

✦ 𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 and 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 both definitely use manipulation as a way to break your poor, naive mind. It runs in the family blood I suppose?

They won't use any physical means, but if that is the only option they either have, that will make you finally obey and love them back, then they'll have to resort to it

✦ 𝑨·𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒂 enjoys playing around with your emotions to see how easily you break under his control, just like the finest wine

He'd often put you in overwhelming situations that bring out the very emotions but he finds most fun when you're scared, putting you in places with high amounts of danger

the worst time you experienced it was when he dragged you into a domain where an abyss herald lied

Let's say you wouldn't be able to sleep for the next few nights only remembering those words he told you which ran shivers down your spine

"This is the reason why I keep you here so if you want to escape into the pits of danger, be my guest~"

✦ 𝑹·𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒄 hides many of his secrets and you are no exception to this, only keeping you hidden in your own 'personal' room were no one will ever know were you are or who you are

keeping you safe also is something he also never leaves unchecked; anything that is sharp should be removed immediately and water usage should be limited because what happens if you ended up drowning?!

Its the main reason why your still alive that's all, so there's nothing.. nothing that will ever help you leave

✦ 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂 is more of a distant yandere who would stalk you from afar and where ever you are that is, your never alone

Though she indeed wishes for you to be hers, she still enjoys taking small little pictures of you and some of your belonging without you ever knowing

Now where to put it..

✦ 𝑳·𝒆𝒖𝒍𝒂 is mostly a mix of a tsudere and yandere so I feel like she may be more of a calmer yandere than most others

She is alway weary of you getting hurt and if someone dared to lay a figure on you, then I guess you could say they're out of commission for a while

✦ 𝑮·𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏 always tries to keep her yandere like tendancies hidden from the outside especially from you, but when that thread breaks there no turning back

after kidnapping you in secret, when there was no one in sight, she had completely changed in personality from her usual self, only to be lovesick and filled with desire

is this what happens when you keep your very addiction in the very abyss, only falling into it yourself?

✦ 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊 is very sadistic when it comes to you though he does enjoy the pained faces of his rivals who dare ruin your relationship

He will cherish the moment in that of sonnets and poems he makes to soon perform them in angle's share, but don't worry they won't know what it really means

"Your sweet voice brings me life, and your skin that is marked with but love makes my heart ache"

✦ 𝒛𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊 though he doesn't have enough mora to give you the most expensive gifts like ninguang, he still gives you the best gift he could possibly think of

After well.. disposing another pest, he would cut and decapitate said rival, then soon placing and wrapping it up in a box before giving it to you with a sweet, charming smile

"What's that face of disgust for darling?"

✦ 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆 loves and I mean loves seeing you in pain or distress, it only gives him that adrenaline rush of pleasure

Whenever you try to run away from his grasp, it only excites him more as he only imagines pining your tired and weak body to the ground while whispering sweet nothings to your ear praising you for being his little toy to play with

"What a fun game we played! Though it would be more fun if we did something more exciting"

✦ 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒈 is the type of person to show of her darling, making you wear such elegant and sometimes pretty revealing clothes with many jewels and expensive accessories brings her with delight

If you dare say no she would only give you a threatening glare before whispering in your ear

"Don't you remember what you promised? If so, I don't mind teaching you a little lesson~"

✦ 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒖 is a protective yandere, yet she isn't really restrictive and controlling since she doesn't want you to view her as a very bad person

If someone were to either hurt you or go against your boundaries then it's a fair warning that doing so would cause serious problems

✦ 𝑲·𝒌𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂 and his punishments can be either a 50/50 depending on how bad you had been

If it was just a minor thing like talking with another person that isn't him (or Tomo since he is his best friend) then it will only go as far into him locking you up in a room with some food for maybe 5 hours to be fair

But boy oh boy, if you tried to make an escape attempt or anything worse along the lines of that, the next day you'll end up waking up with multiple burn marks and bruises as a way to teach you to behave

"It seems with the little act you tried to pull there, it would be fair to brand your skin with burn marks"

✦𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒐 (𝒌𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂'𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅) I don't really know to much about his character but here's what I think: he's pretty much lovesick about you

Everyday and night he'd worship you as his god and offering you gifts ever so often, one time he hand gave you a small vile of his blood, that he cut from his wrist just for you

"I will do anything for you, wether it's dying or making a sacrifice, I will cherish you until this world burns"

✦ 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 is definitely and i mean definitely one of the most cruelest yanderes and you can not change my mind otherwise!!

He would constantly degrade you with such hurtful names, beat and mark you with dark, noticeable scars as a little reminder that you only belong to him and only him, because he enjoys seeing you in such a broken state

If you are broken just so much and submit under him, he'd only be kind enough to give you a small amount of mercy

Even so he will never stop until his darling is just perfect enough for him, a mindless puppet

✦ 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂 definitely treats you like a royal praising you constantly whenever you've been such a good lover

He will give you anything you want; Do you want to try this new dish from this certain restaurant, no problem! Did you find a very nice outfit, don't worry he'll buy it without any hesitation!

Though if you have been a very naughty little lover, maybe those privileges will be gone even leaving him to starve you for maybe 1 or 2 days

"Oh! do you want this, my love? I'll make sure to buy it, so don't worry to much on the mora"

✦𝑨·𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐 is very playful when it comes to him being a yandere, but it's never so often that he would keep that bubbly self; instead it can be more dangerous and animalistic-like

If you did try to break up with him, you'd always have to play a game of "chase the little s/o" or "where is the bunny hiding?" (which is his little version of hide and seek and It)

If he won either of those games, then I guess you'll just have to stay there in this den you live in

but if you win, well.. after just taking one step out, then you'd only get a little head start before you'd get dragged back by him again

✦𝑹·𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒏 is cold and has a hard exterior, but when it comes to you, it only changes by only a small amount though it still doesn't change the fact she loves you

Her choice of place to keep you caged up is mostly the plain of euthymia since that's the only place were she can keep you all to herself for her own desires

She often gets irritated whenever you'd try to resist her or beg her to let you live your once normal life

so if you dare to make anything that goes against her orders, she doesn't mind getting that little brain of yours to learn it's place

✦𝑲·𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒂 is one strict yandere, similar to Ei so there really isn't much of a difference to how they'd act, a student following their teacher's path

When you would ever try to escape there is not much of a chance you could, besides you  have a large amount of guards guarding each corner of the corridors outside, so it's only going to leave you with the same results

Though if you were to escape, the tengu would seek you out herself and once finally catching her prey, her aura turning darker and scary by the second

"Try and make that attempt again and you'll never get to see the light of day ever again, understand?"

[barbieheart]

DOG TEETH prologue

genshin impact - yandere tartaglia/childe x fem dog hybrid reader

WARNING:

DARK CONTENT, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT Content warnings:

yandere behaviors | murder, violence, gore | major character deaths | noncon/dubcon | sexual content | animal behaviors | drugging | kidnapping | trauma | ptsd | afab reader | she/her pronouns | anatomy | body modifications | potential genshin impact spoilers | dog attacks | animal attacks | human trafficking, trafficking in general | illegal/criminal activities

BY CLICK "KEEP READING" BELOW, YOU UNDERSTAND THE WARNINGS AND AGREE THAT YOU ARE 18+ YEARS OLD

A few things before we go:

Heya! This is the first time I've ever posted fanfiction. Let me know what you think <3 this is inspired by many hybrid ideas from wonderful writers like @Cinnamonest

lets see how this goes, thanks for reading :3

𝖉𝖔𝖌 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Having been born near the base of Dragonspine mountain, you were raised on a quiet ranch with little foot traffic. Your heritage of large, powerful canid hybrids allowed for easy survival when the coldest months beat the local area. After all, Dragonspine was cursed with yearly snowfall and the ranch being so close was no different.

Your earliest memories were that of clinging to your mother’s long and fluffy tail as she did her daily chores around the snowy ranch. She’d smile lovingly, appreciative that she could remain with her children when other hybrids were not so lucky. Newborns and infants being ripped from their mothers was a common occurrence in this challenging world.

Your mother taught you many useful things during your time with her. She’d given you the gift of motherly love, the ability to read and write, and a happy childhood with no worries about where your next meal would come from. She wanted to give you everything she never had: a loving parent, an education, and a content life.

You grew up physically strong thanks to your work on the ranch. Thankfully, your human owner - a kind, old gentleman you called “grandpa” - paid you for your time and work. He’d made sure there was always food on the table, a home you can reside, and a comfortable bed to sleep in. After a long day with the ranch’s numerous animals, grandpa would pat your head and tell you that you were such a good girl, you’d make your father proud. 

“Now, wash up and head to the dining room! Your mother made a delicious dinner,” Grandpa would say before sending you off. Your family were his loyal ranch-dogs, and you cherished his kindness.

Your teenage years flew by, and before you knew it, you were a young adult. Your mother and siblings were by your side and the ranch was still as it always had been: calm and successful. While you were blossoming into adulthood, grandpa’s health began declining at a rapid pace. As his loyal companions, you and your siblings would be at his bedside for his last breath. 

Shortly after grandpa’s death, chaos ensued. Due to the laws in Teyvat, hybrids were unable to own land. Grandpa’s property was swiftly taken by the reigning government and your family was abducted in the middle of the night. The same night your sweet man you knew as your grandfather had passed.

Waking to the cold metal bars of a dog cage was something you’d never experienced before, and it terrified you. You were aware that your previous lifestyle was incredibly sheltered and not a common situation for many hybrids, but this whiplash was horrific.

Life changed wildly from there. You were placed in cart after cart, chained, muzzled, and caged at all times. You struggled at first, but your captors overpowered you in every attempt to escape or fight back. Soon, you were separated from the remaining members of your family.

After a week of traveling to who-knows-where, your party was brought to a prison-like center where many just like you resided. You’d never seen so many dog hybrids in your life. Many were hostile, you’d been attacked a couple times during your six months there. Some were silent out of fear, you among them. Your tail usually tucked between your legs, it was hard to socialize and maintain yourself as you were beaten and trained from dawn until dusk. You’d grown aggressive and fearful, an angry shell of your former self.

The human trainers, cruel and ruthless, never called you by your name. To them, you were a number. When they called your number, you were to obey and carry out any order - whether that be sitting on the floor like a common dog or slaughter a disobedient mutt.

You were not the same person you once were by the time your training concluded. The day of your graduation, you were bathed, thoroughly brushed, and dressed in decent plain clothing. A sickly feeling occupied your stomach… and it wasn’t the overly sweet shampoo they’d use to scrub you down. 

They set you up to be bought and sold to the highest bidder.

The clients you were prepared to see must have been of high importance. Only you and a few other dog hybrids were brought into this small, elegant room somewhere inside the facility. You’d never seen this room before, but you knew better than to look around. You kept your eyes trained on the ground in front of you. New smells and sounds invaded your senses when the door at the opposite end of the room opened and allowed in the new guests. 

Buyers, you knew, as this was what you’ve been trained for. These prospective buyers approached the line of hybrids, each muzzled and collared. Like property. You didn’t make eye contact with any of them, but you felt them peer into you with judgment. A couple strangers even touched you; your ears, your face, your shoulders, your hands. 

Thankfully, they were not permitted to get too handsy. Finally, after what seemed like hours of intense staring and touching, a man of your age approached you. Unlike the others, he abruptly pulled your bottom jaw open, observing your sharpened canine teeth with curious blue eyes. 

You finally drew in the appearance of this potential owner. Orange hair, bright blue eyes, a cheery grin plastered on his face. He had beautiful features, but you knew better. 

The defiant look of hatred in your eyes sealed your fate as he towered over you. 

“This one,” He said, dropping his gloved hand from your mouth.

“She’s perfect.”

[rainpudding]

YAN! SCARA X READER

chapter seven

chapter six

chapter masterlist

 the book is getting to its end :) hope you enjoy the great finale guys!

You hid the pill again, dipping your body in the warm water, you felt the build-up tension slowly leave your body, you can think of a plan, you can escape the fatui and Scaramouche, you're sure of it.

After getting from the warm water, the maid checked your injuries, you got a few cuts from running from the northern bank and a few light bruises from being dragged by the fatui agents back to liyue. She however patched everything with great care and even brushed your hair. "I know this must be hard dear Y/n, but the public is extremely grateful for your sacrifice, you will remain a hero in our hearts," she said before another maid took your hand guiding you to the dressing room. A hero? A sacrifice? What is she talking about? Your teeth clenched as you tried to piece everything together.

Another maid got you dressed up, she added a few light accessories before handing you to a liyue guard. You kept quiet, deep in thought you paid zero notice to your surroundings, the poor liyue guard who wanted to start a small chit-chat quieted down after some time of no response. Now dressed in your cultural wedding dress with a piece of earrings and some soft make-up complimenting your features you walked from the house. The sun was radiant, the streets filled with cheering citizens, who as soon as saw you started cheering louder.

The liyue guard waved at someone before stepping back, the person sneaked behind you taking your arm. "Are you excited for your big day little one?" He chippered as he looked around, seeing all these wedding decorations and people from all nations, mainly Inazuma and Sumeru.    "Ohohoho, not excited? Or perhaps is because I'm the one to take you to the altar? Scaramouche didn't let anyone else take you there, such a jealous guy isn't he? He even forced me to wear gloves so we don't share skin-to-skin contact, crazy right?" You didn't even look at that person, by their voice you knew who it was. That same motherfucker who tried to drug you a day ago. Childe began walking towards the crowd, tugging you along as he was waving at other. The liyue citizens started throwing flowers at you, trying to touch your wedding outfit or your soft silky hair, the fatui agents pushing them away to give you some space.

Suddenly a little boy ran to you, hugging your legs he looked up, "Thank you miss/mister Y/n for saving the liyue from the monster!" the boy had tears rolling down his cheeks, but he still smiled, he hugged your tightly rubbing his cheeks against your legs. You disgustingly backed off, a monster? WHY DOES NOTHING MAKE SENSE ANYMORE? Did the whole liyue turn upside down since the day Yun Yan went missing?

Childe noticed your scared expression, as he chuckled. One hand crept around your waist as he brought you close to him, your bodies bumping together, his second hand patted the child's head as he looked up to see the boy's mother. The mother squeezed through the crowd apologizing as she took the boy by his wrist scolding him.

The boy's words cross your mind, hold up.

If I connect the statements from earlier I'm, sure I can piece it together.      It was yesterday that you met Yun Jin and found the police station unlocked with no trace of the crying secretary or your police partner Yun Yan. Was she kidnapped? Most probably since the police office was cleaned from any fingerprints and many documents were missing besides the cicin mage from earlier said that Scaramouche was furious when they ended up kidnapping the wrong detective.     Yesterday you visited Childe who tried to make you join the fatui, and drug you if his plan A didn't work, dumbass certainly underestimated you as you ended up jumping from the balcony and running away. Besides another thing, yesterday his face was completely okay, but now it was a bit swollen and covered in patches. You looked at his face, carefully inspecting it.     He turned to you smiling back, "If you keep staring at me like that your husband might get jealous, you're lucky we are still far away from the altar and he can't see us right now, or else we would both get scolded," he pouts brushing over some of his patches on his slightly pink cheeks. A scolding? Is it possible that Scaramouche hurt Childe? Maybe he hurt him because he wasn't able to bring me to the fatui.

    You started walking again, people squeezing themself forward to be able to congrats you on your marriage."Poor girl/boy, they have to be so nervous," one of the old ladies said. "Yes getting married so young, it must be a true love!"

You wanted to turn to them run away and told them that's not the case, all the gossiping and muttering made anger run in your veins, you bit the inside of your cheek. Your heart jumped as your face flushed. Childe noticed that, and immediately tightened the grip on your waist making you squeak.     "Don't even think about running away, Scaramouche can get quite hysterical from time to time, I wouldn't want to witness such a scene on the day of your wedding," he was smiling, but you could look through his act, once again he was just pretending. It hurt you, knowing you used to be so close as teens, climbing trees and such, and now he can't even act naturally near you. If you just knew joining fatui would ruin your relationship so much you would stay with Ganyu and Shenhe, helping up in the mountains.

"I wonder Childe, if there was Teucer or Tanya in my place, would you also drag them to the altar and force them to marry someone they have no feelings for? Or is this just some kind of sick revenge towards me? Answer me Ajax," You looked into his eyes, they were dead, dark, like the ocean near Inazuma, the one that is nonstop surrounded by storms and night sky. However, as soon as you said his real name his pupils dilated, and for a nanosecond, his eyes were lighter, his face clearly in shock, this one microexpression fueled you with hope.

     Maybe, under the thick cover of ignorance and apathy, he still has his old self burrowed deep inside of himself, and that maybe like spring flowers make their way through the snow to bloom, maybe so would happen to Childe too. Maybe he finally realized his behavior towards you. But no, he laughed he looked into your eyes, his hand poking your cheek, "Smart words Y/n! I know why Scaramouche chose you as his wife, your reactions are so cute, acting smart and confident and full of hope, just to get all depressed and confused when everything is not as it seems, such a naive little face of yours! If just Scaramouche wouldn't be so fast, or if something happened to him, I would as well be the one standing at the altar holding a diamond ring waiting for your cute little face. Such a shame I couldn't realize my feelings earlier," he brushed a few strands of your hair from your face before poking your cheeks again.

Your face crumbled in disgust, and suddenly you realized, Childe was just as Scaramouche, mentally drained and unstable, just like a ticking bomb waiting to reach its end. Shivers ran down your spine as you backed away, people around you cheering yet you yourself bathed in horror and anxiety. Your confident smile from a minute ago has watered down, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath as you watched him turn to you with the same fake smile, "People are watching, don't make a scene Y/n" he showed you his hand waiting for you to grab it.

Running away wasn't a smart decision right now, and even if it was you would do just what Childe and Scaramouche wanted. They wanted to play this weird mind game with you. Taking advantage of your deductions and observations, to see you try to figure things out as a smart cunning detective as you were, just to see your confused gaze when things weren't as you imagined them to be. A game of a detective and a criminal. Shame that they are fed with their corpulent egos and underestimate you so much, there is a secret card hidden up your sleeve, and you can guarantee that you won't the one to end up losing this game of theirs.     You calmed yourself down a smirk spreading on your features (no matter how fake this smirk was to hide the anxiety that grew inside of you like a mold on a rotten fruit) you turned to Childe taking his hand you paid no attention to him you looked around continuing to wave at the citizens. Childe was inspecting your face closely, he chuckled at your facade as you both started walking again.

Today morning Verr Goldett woke you up with a wanted person poster all over liyue harbor, there was so much sensitive information you wonder where the fatui took it from. Now that you look at it back information such as blood type and height could be taken from hospital documents, and all of these documents are hidden in secret archives under liyue. And the only one who has a key to these archives is Nigguang.

When the fatui injected some kind of sleeping drug made by Dottore, they carried you back to liyue while saying that the government sold you to them.     Does that mean Nigguang sold you and these documents to fatui, to Scaramouche? But why? You were doing an amazing job as a detective, all small crimes were always solved, cats and dogs were always found, so why did she sell you to them, to him? "Childe, please do me one last favor as a friend, as an ex-friend," you spoke softly, gripping the hem of your clothes.       "Hmph," Childe hummed, you were so close to the wedding altar, the crowd was much thicker, there was a golden fence separating the ordinary streets of liyue from the place where the wedding was supposed to happen. There was a soft gold-red carpet on the floor leading towards the altar. Childe lead you onto the carpet, as you stepped towards the more decorated part filled with VIP hosts.

    The loud cheering in the back made you look behind, seeing Verr Goldet in some handcuffs, some agents next to her, of course, she would get punished for helping you, it was written in the wanted person poster that any collaboration with me is punishable. For a minute yours and Ver's eyes met, before Childe tugged, you forward making you almost slip.

Sweet classical music started playing as your back straightened, you walked towards the altar trying not to slip.   "Childe, is it true that the government sold me to fatui? Why? How? Please I don't understand," you whispered, lowering your head in embarrassment as you saw harbingers with wine in their glass looking at you judgingly.     Columbina, Alercchio, Pantalone, all of them stood by the sides talking and laughing, sharing chit-chats as they saw you walk by. "Ahhh, I'm not sure if I can reveal that piece of information to you, your husband might get angry you know," he spoke as he was waving at his comrades from work.     "Please, it's the bare minimum you can do for me, please," you pouted, gripping your fists as you tried to seem as convincing as you could. "Scaramouche has quite a venomous mouth you know," Childe began, he was whispering but not even sparing to look at you," his patience runs thin, when he couldn't kidnap you when that secretary attacked you, I couldn't drug you, the fatui couldn't kidnap you, it seems it made him reach his breaking point."

He couldn't kidnap me? Now that you think about it you remember it before Baishu attacked you you felt someone following you, when the second murder occurred, an old man came running to you mentioning Scaramouche, so he wanted to kidnap you while on your daily night stroll.

"Scara has blackmailed Liyue, threatened the government, goddamn he even made La signora sign a new contract, not only the fatui will get gnosis, but also you, and on the other side Liyue won't have any problems with fatui or sea monsters (basically the sea monster from archon quest, I hope this makes sense).

THAT'S WHY TRE BOY THANKED YOU FOR SAVING THE LYUIE FROM A MONSTER!

Your throat ran dry, was Scaramouche seriously able to go that far only for your hand in marriage? He was truly lovesick and insane. Your heart started beating fast as you saw the aisle getting closer and closer, Scaramouche stood there, speaking with Dottore. There was a small decorated podium with a microphone, there stood Nigguang with some papers in her hand, Fucking bitch, you gripped your fists. There were chairs near the podium, all decorated with small bags filled with presents for each VIP invited.

You looked around a few steps from the altar, you gulped as you saw Scaramouche dressed in his cultural wedding attire. Dottore with some kind of book in his right hand. You turned to Childe feeling unsure.

"Everyone watching, so many important rich merchants and students from Sumeru, don't cause a scene," childe brushed a thumb over your cheek as he let go of your hand stepping away. Cicin mage got closer to you handing you a boutique of flowers, "Awhh you're so lucky Y/n! Please once you throw the flower throw it to me okay!!!," She wanted to talk more but someone besides her gripped her shoulder making her shut up.

Now there is only one last thing you need to do, you nervously looked up to meet eyes with Dottore and the altar. You need to walk closer and get married to Scaramouche.

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[tunafruitt]

--> || ❝ Stay with me, will you? ❞

SAGAU || Warnings: fluff with mention of neuvi lusting over reader, gender neutral reader, mention of Furina once (in passing), yandere…? If you squint

Character(s) : NEUVILLETTE

“Can you stay just a little longer?”

Neuvillette turns to you. He was supposed to have left half an hour ago, not that you knew that though. But the eyes you gave him made him so weak! So it’s not his fault he’s been pushing the meeting with Furina back, right?

But the Iudex of Fontaine also has responsibilities (which he takes very seriously.) He knows he does, and if it was anyone else but you, he would have left as soon as the appropriate time came. But you weren’t just anyone else.

“Stay with me, will you?” When your pleading eyes meet his, he feels his heart skip a beat. He really should be leaving, but how can he when you look at him like that? The guilt he feels is eating at him, looking at the creator in such a way should be punishable. The purest being in Tyevat being yearned for in such way, by the Iudex of Fontaine nonetheless? He feels disgusted by his own thoughts, but he could never think to deny your request.

“Of course, your grace. I’ll stay.” Neuvillette sits on the corner of your bed, feeling the warmth of the aura radiating from you. He feels a bit nervous, I mean, the creator of tyevat wants to be next to him, breathe the same air as him. Who wouldn’t feel nervous?

You give him a warm smile. “Can you also… lie down? Next to me, I mean.” Maybe you’ve always had a thing for dragons, but now that you have one right at your disposal… might as well use the opportunity right?

“Your grace… “ He couldn’t even mutter anything else. The feeling of warmth that was building up inside him made him feel an unexplainable amount of happiness. The creator wants him? In their presence? LYING NEXT TO THEM??? Yet all he could do is obey your orders in a calm and steady manner. He wouldn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you.

─ִ━━ ꯭  ───ׂ─ִ─  ͜͡✿͜͡  ─ִ──ׂ──  ꯭  ━━ִ─

Soon enough, there was a dragon man on your bed, not moving a single muscle, silent as could be. There was an obvious flush on his ears and slight pinkness on his cheekbones. There’s tension in the air, as if both of you want to say something but don’t know how or when to start talking. Knowing Neuvillette, he’d never even think give you a request, so you decide to make the first move.

“It’s a bit.. cold in Fontaine around this time of the year. Don’t you think?” It was true, lately there’s been a cool breeze and the temperature’s been getting cooler.

His head turns to face you, it was night by now. There was moonlight on your face and he couldn’t help but take the sight of you in. Staring at you he thought how a being such as him could be just inches apart from someone as beautiful, as ethereal as y—

“Neuvillette?”

“Ah, I apologize. The winter season is beginning in Fontaine, why do you ask? Do you feel cold, your grace?”

An opportunity has opened! It’s your chance.

“I am, this blanket is a bit thin.. if you’re also cold, may I hug you?” OH MY GODDD have you ever been this bold in your life? You suddenly feel warm, too warm… your face is heating up, was the question too straightforward? Could you have just told him that you could use another blanket? Maybe you could h—

“If that’s what your grace desires, go ahead.”

Oh, so it was that simple.

You nod and look at him, his body now facing you. Putting the embarrassing thoughts aside, you go in for a hug and use his arm as a pillow. You can FEEL his heartbeat, it was quick. Was he also nervous? He embraces you with a firm hold, but not firm enough to be suffocating. A protective firm. He isn’t sure what he wants to protect you from, maybe protect isn’t the correct word… posses? He wants you to himself… for no one else to be able to experience a situation like the one he’s in with you right now.

Out of embarrassment and shame, you use his chest as a way to cover your face. Who would’ve known that the fantasies you had back in your world would come true, just in a different universe?

“Thank you for this… Let’s.. let’s stay like this, just for a while.”

Yeah, the meeting could wait.

OH MY GODDD this is my first writing… like, ever. This is kinda scary imma be honest but i had fun!! If there’s anything wrong with this feel free to tell me ^_^ Likes nd reblogs are much appreciated ><

[silvery-orchid]

hear me out,,,,yan!neuvillette

neuvillette being forced to choose a wife because of expectations placed on him so he asks his subordinates to find appropriate and worthy candidates. they listen and send invites to proper ladies across all nations. but one day his guards make you kneel in front of him because they suspect you were a spy.

now, he has always been above feeling satisfied when someone kneels down or gives him praise but something about that sight?? your dirty clothes, disheveled state and that fiery glare you send his way despite of your situation? neuvillette finds himself thinking how nice it would feel to see that more often but only after he 'educates' you to be his proper partner.

the thing about loving a man who makes his country's law is that you cannot escape him in the only spectacle they allow.

when the other ladies arrive he makes you sit behind a screen so that you can listen to him turn them down for you. but after every woman he asks you to imitate a part of her, if you want to be here and not in chains. he makes you write down specific characteristics to study later on.

he doesn't force himself on you and lets you sleep separately but he manages a strict schedule. he finally praises you for mastering the correct way to make him tea. imagine his surprise when after a few hours he learns you got a bit too close with the pasty chef in his kitchen. why do you have flour in your hair? why does your skin which he ordered to be pristine have marks on the neck and the hips?

he isn't above punishing you when you break rules he made because his word should be your law. and he will make you realize that. it might include that pastry chef being tied to the wall of a jail cell in which neuvillette makes sure to assault you in front of him because you didn't admit to it.

really he was above all of these things before you showed up in his life. when you admit to your little infidelity as a crime, you never see that pasty chef again. and neuvillette will make sure you never leave his side. he was above it all, but not anymore. you will be his wife and you will love him as he wants or you will spend the rest of your life amongst the biggest criminals he judges.

[lazywriters-blog]

QUIET + QUIET = NAUGHTY

YANDERE ALHAITHAM

Summary: Alhaitham used to be your mentor, and after leaving him behind and pursuing another career, he finds a way to bind you to him. [This was sitting in my drafts for so long that I decided to just publish it so if it's bad, my bad lol.]

Warning: This may contain triggering content, read at your discretion. Implied rape, forced pregnancy, and manipulation. Alhaitham is a piece of shit in this-

You had a dream that didn't feel like one.

Your mind is clear and you remember something was amiss the night you fell asleep, so you are certain whatever glimpse you recall was truthful. You could never imagine yourself having a wet dream about someone you disapproved of.

Despite the man's appearance attracting you to him, there's just something about him you don't like. Perhaps sitting here and watching him read his book made you a crazed fangirl, but you were a decent human being with decent expectations.

And alhaitham was one exception you'd avoid till the end, even with the tolerance level you had, he went past above and beyond that.

Seeing him so far away from you felt odd, having a realistic dream was different but feeling it and knowing you felt it was different! You couldn't make up such fantasies even if you wanted to. You did not invite him into your dreamland and never would, he's the type of man with stoic feelings and selfishness with good reasons for it.

You also had a hate-love relationship with the scribe, he's an asshole who nagged you to do everything perfectly when you were in front of him and made you feel unqualified. You'd admit you weren't good, but the humiliation was taking it a bit too far when he'd speak loud and clear for everyone to hear and think about it.

You aren't a failed test subject to show.

Nonetheless, you had forgotten about it and moved on to a better place in life, so his abrupt existence was cutting it too close.

But, trying to talk to him just seemed wrong. Comforting him seemed childish, and unnecessary when you could live on with the fact you had a wet dream about him, but past that, he's close to an enemy to you.

He closed his book and settled it on the table, folding his arms and glancing straight toward you, so he knew you were here. Copying his position you glared, feeling something nasty within you grow and you had no shame in expressing that to the man.

Grinning wide, you tilted your head and quietly mouthed 'Fuck you.' briefly pulling up your hand and pointing a middle finger, throwing him one last look you got up and walked away.

If that incident earned you a bad reputation, you knew exactly who was behind it.

The next sign you discovered that your dream wasn't as fake as you made it out to be, was when you woke up nauseous and threw up, you figured it was a mash of bad food combination that made you queasy.

And denial was hard, how were you going to explain it even if it was true? 'I think it has something to do with the wet dream I had with my enemy and I think I'm pregnant?' just thinking about it you feel delusional you couldn't fathom how crazy you would sound to the others, you weren't lost in the head.

You had your toes on solid ground and weren't making stuff up on thin air, nor because you were living alone and thinking having a new member would cure it.

You'd never be that desperate.

"You are showing clear symptoms of pregnancy." He's saying it and you don't like the tone of his voice, he's saying it to get revenge for your past interaction, you are sure.

"Your skin is glowing, and the bump you are trying to hide isn't doing much," he added, like salt to a wound. You forced a smile, thinking to yourself that staying indoors today would have been so much better than facing him in all his selfish glory.

"And would you happen to know who did it?" You sniped back, "How do you even know that I've gotten fat unless you've been watching me, pervert, learn to lower your eyes."

"It shouldn't take a genius to know that a woman is carrying a child. It's a blessing you're hiding."

"You're saying it as if it's your child." she would know after years of suffering under him, that he would make her the fool and him the trustworthy one, and she didn't want to give him a chance. So if he wants to play dumb, she'll cut him open.

He chuckled, a rare gesture from him she saw only once, "Should we have a paternity test?" why did he sound so smug and certain?

"Is this your indirect way of saying that I'm crazy? That you impregnated me?" he stayed quiet and satisfied, all the trouble he was causing her and the damage it would bring to her reputation was unnerving, he was doing it on purpose. She was sure!!

"You are a monster." She could strangle him right now if they weren't in public.

He smiled, not breaking eye contact and continuing to maintain it. "Who would believe you?"

[euphorickaeya]

Uhh, heyo! I’d like to request the "You need someone to take care of you.” prompt with sagau diluc, al haitham and ayaka, could you make the reader’s pronouns (they/them)?

thank you for requesting! Please enjoy! 🫶

link to drabble event!

You’ve been laying in this damn bed for the whole day, you’re sick of it. Your acolytes had banished you to bed rest after a small incident in Mondstadt and you were bored, your bones aches in being in the same sitting position for the past hour. You need to move and when you’re allowed to, you’ve got acolytes following you to the tee.

You turned around to see Ayaka’s figure behind you, her breath hitched as you turned to angrily stare at her. She immediately trembled, her lips quivered with fear and uncertainty as to what made you so angry at her.

“Are you…are you alright, your grace?” She whimpered out, it was the last straw for you, you blew up right in front of her. “No! I’m not alright! Stop following me around, give me a damn break—“ you scolded Ayaka with a strong voice, the cryo-wielder stepped back at your sudden outburst.

“Don’t you understand that even gods need space! You’re following me step by step and I’m sick of it!” You grabbed your locks, annoyed and angered.

Suddenly, someone had barged in, which made you turn your angered stare to them.

It was Diluc and Al Haitham, Diluc sported an uneasy expression as his companion just looked between you. Ayaka looked at Diluc, lips quivering before she burst out in tears, her legs could hold her wait as she dropped down, sobbing into her arms.

“Okay, okay..let’s get you out first.” Al Haitham instantly moved as soon as the first sob of Ayaka’s was let out, at the side of the girl in a few seconds. You looked at the situation with tiredness. You sighed and turned away from Ayaka, trying to pull away from even more acolytes.

“Your Grace. You can’t be yelling at your acolytes, they only want to help you—“ Diluc turned to you like a scolding father to his daughter. “Why can’t I? Why can’t I be angry? You say you only want to help, what part of stalking me through my own home is helping?” You accusingly retorted, Diluc was appalled at your rudeness.

Diluc was confused and rightfully so, his last memory of you was of elegance, you walked down the town of Mondstadt wearing the most sheen and silken clothing. Made from the best fabric anyone could find. You talked to children and even played with them.

Where was the God he saw that day?

“Your Grace, we’re here so you don’t have to lift a finger! You know this-“ He tried to reply to you when you scoffed, “I don’t want to be treated like a child, or- or someone who can’t do things for themselves. I’m a god! Not some frail human!” Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, Diluc was not helping your situation, nor calming you down.

“Do you need any help, Diluc? The girl’s gone-“ Al Haitham peeked into the room, looking off to you with a small concerned frown. “Al Haitham, please, I need to talk to them, they’re upset and more acolytes in the room won’t fix that.” Diluc shook his head, looking off to you as you paced the room, trying to control yourself.

The clouds outside had turned to grey, it was sunny earlier. It was obvious it was your doing, more so, your emotions. Diluc needed to calm you and fast, before your anger turns to a flurry of frost.

“Your Grace. I understand your anger, but you must know, you need someone to take care of you.” You were shocked at what Diluc had implied, that even if you were perfectly capable of doing things yourself, that you must hand over that responsibility to someone else.

“Get out.” You pointed to the door, a storm of emotions brewed inside of you, mostly of anger and anguish at Diluc’s statement.

“Your Grace-“ Diluc tried to start. You threw the closest thing at him, a vase. The porcelain broke right next to him, making him turn and flinch, Diluc’s smooth skin was nicked by one of the glass pieces, the smooth red falling down his cheek.

Another reminder of why you’re being treated this way, why you’re different. “I said, get out!” You shouted, readying another piece of porcelain to throw at Diluc.

Diluc’s lips opened, then closed. He knew there was nothing else he could say to calm you down. So with an uncomfortable feeling, he simply nodded and bowed, before leaving you to drown in your anguish and despair.

He respected your decision, even if it meant that he had to ignore the wails and cries of yours as he walked away.

[throwaway-yandere]

!!!MODERN YANDERE IDOL!GENSHIN/READER MATCH-UP EVENT!!! (Masterlist)

"Oh no... another poor unfortunate soul."

Slots available: "CLOSED. 22 ANONS HAVE SUBMITTED. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, I'M GLAD WE HAD THIS INTERVIEW" - Exec. Producer Alice

"It was supposed to be 20 but I forgot to close it." - Producer Lumine

"And who's fault is that, exactly?" - CEO Alhaitham

"... I know..." - Producer Lumine

LIST OF ANONS THAT GOT IN

THANK YOU POSTERS

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SENDER: (Executive Producer) Alice ||

WELCOME TO TEYVAT PRODUCTIONS.

PLEASE READ THE GUIDELINES BEFORE ACKNOWLEDGING THE LIST OF IDOL GROUPS YOU MIGHT GET ASSIGNED TO.

HERE IS THE LIST:

ADDICKTZ

ADDICKTZ, formerly known as DCKZ, is an idol group formed in 20XX. They are incredibly well-known in the industry and their singles frequently top the charts. All the members previously worked as fashion models and half of the members (Dainsleif, Arataki Itto, Kaeya Alberich, and Childe) took movie and theatre roles. They are currently the number #1 unit in terms of presenting satisfactory fanservice.

Ayato || Diluc || Dainsleif || Itto || Childe || Kaeya || Thoma || Zhongli

["For your sake, I advise you to start praying for the God you believe in so that you won't end up producing ADDICKTZ. Unlike me, they might just listen to you. Why won't they listen to me? Hmm. Well, that's because I've never been a devotee. Still, be wary." - Dainsleif]

5WIRL

5WIRL, formally known as 4NEMO before Shikanoin Heizou's debut, is an idol group formed in 20XX. They often experiment with multiple genres of music and present multicultural aesthetics. The group consistently adds their thematic light green and wind motifs in their albums, poetry, and other media. 5WIRL's lyrics have often discussed mental health, stages of grief, nature, and other self-reflections. 

Venti || Xiao || Kazuha || Heizou

Note: Aether is under Producer Lumine's management.

["Ohohoho, a lost guest! It's always nice to see a new face around here! Can I get you something to drink? I promise you can trust me!... Geez, what's with that look? I don't spike drinks. Is that sooo hard to believe?" - Venti]

Kreideprinz

Dr. Albedo operates a solo unit more professionally known as "Kreideprinz." He debuted in 20XX before his major label debut album "The Chalk Prince and the Dragon" in 20XX under his previous producer "Alice". His unit work focuses on commercials, modeling for magazines, and talk shows. The unit rarely goes on tours since Dr. Albedo prioritizes his scientific research more than idol work.

Dr. Albedo || (Student) Gorou

["You must have a strong body and you must also stay on top of your game in this industry. Although, if you do get assigned to Kreideprinz, leave the heavy lifting to us!... Or me. Just. Only rely on me. Y-You don't have to keep your eyes on him 24/7." - Gorou]

I HEREBY AGREE TO THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS OUTLINED IN THIS AGREEMENT AND SUCH IS DEMONSTRATED THROUGHOUT BY MY SIGNATURE BELOW

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SIGNATURE OVER PRINTED NAME

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"So, which unit will Mx. (Y/n) end up working with? Ooh, Paimon can't wait!"

"I don't know kid, but something tells me that something bad is going to happen..."

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"Pwah! It's fiiine! They may be a total newbie, but Paimon thinks they can handle it!... Right?"

PERSONS OF INTEREST (SECRET MATCH-UPS)

Teyvat Productions' logo's made by ESTHER anon!!!

CEO Alhaitham

Manga Shop Owner Cyno

Music Composer Tighnari

Creative Director Zandik (ADDICKTZ)

Creative Director Baizhu (5wirl)

Stylist & Model Scaramouche (Affiliated w/ 5wirl)

Trainee Kaveh

Pantalone

"Interesting... So these are the people that didn't become producers, huh? But why do you keep a record of them, miss Alice?"

"Isn't it obvious Lumine? It's because they're interesting, duh~"

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EXTRAS:

ADDICKTZ video shtpost: "Tonight on the real ADDICKTZ at TeyvatPro"

[READ AFTER KAEYA'S FIC] Dottore's always watching.

[GENERAL SPOILERS] Incorrect Quotes, P2, P3

TIGHNARI'S TAPES (voice lines):

[AFTER KAEYA'S FIC] Qiqi and Xingqiu during Childe's recording

[BEFORE AYATO'S FIC] Beidou and Sucrose in front of Albedo's room

[koinotame]

quick apology fic to xiao for missing his bday </3 which doubles as a character study of xiao and an exploration of how you as the player interact with the self aware characters in self aware au

it’s been a couple of weeks since you last used him.

or has it only been several days? whether it’s days or years, it all feels like the blink of an eye to him. the flow of time is somewhat of a nebulous concept for someone like him, especially since you first appeared.

it doesn’t matter. however long you take to come back, xiao will wait dutifully for you.

he spends most of his time when you’re not making use of him subjugating threats around liyue and fighting off any unwanted foes. perhaps you’ll come back faster if the area is freer of enemies. you’re kind, after all. you seem much happier when it’s peaceful.

lately, when there’s no demons for him to quell, he’s found himself returning to the same spot on wangshu inn’s upper balcony. it’s the spot you always drop him off at before disappearing. it’s not the place at the top of the inn’s roof he’d pick on his own, though you do sometimes take him up there as well.

you’re not actually there, but if he closes his eyes it almost feels like you are.

his birthday was a couple days ago. as usual, the traveller had suggested he write you a letter. as usual, he wasn’t sure what he could possibly convey to you that you would be happy to receive.

the traveller insisted anything from him would make you happy, but xiao doubts that.

it’s easier when you’re here. it’s easier when you’re here and he can submit himself entirely to you and doesn’t have to think for himself.

he’s been dreaming more lately, particularly of you. he doesn’t know what you look like, and after he wakes up he can never quite remember what you looked like in his dreams.

waking up after dreaming of you is always hard for xiao. it’s shameful how badly he wants to go back to dreaming of doing such mundane things with you, and it’s disgraceful how long it takes him to pick himself back up afterwards.

he wonders if you’d like doing dull things like that with someone like him.

he wonders if he deserves that.

probably not.

he left the letter at the railing of that same—your—spot, along with a serving of his almond tofu (he might not like dreaming, but he hopes your dreams are as sweet as his have been lately), some dream solvent (the traveller had mentioned you seemed to want more) and a small bundle of qixing (you frequently go out of your way to collect it).

you never touch it.

…after a couple days, he decided to move the offering to his room. it stays there, on his windowsill where the sun touches it in a way that reminds him of your warmth, untouched.

it doesn’t matter, he tells himself. he’ll wait for you for as long as you want. even if another thousand years pass before you appear again, he’ll continue his duty and wait.

and then he blinks and suddenly finds himself in front of the adventurer’s guild in the court of fontaine.

another blink and he’s back at wangshu inn, this time heading towards the kitchen. the familiar aura of your possession fills him with a warmth he doesn’t think exists outside of you. he zones out for what feels no longer than a couple seconds, and suddenly there’s thirty servings of almond tofu in front of him.

your mood drops.

dissatisfaction seeps through you and into him. something deep in his gut squirms.

you set a large amount of sweet flowers to boil, then seem to fuss with something he can’t quite see or grasp. smiley yanxiao gives him a curious look, but doesn’t (cannot) comment any further.

in another couple of seconds—your teleportation hardly fazed him when you first started using him, let alone now when he’s so used to your presence—he’s in front of the liyuean general goods store. you buy up the entire stock of milk, and only milk.

your mood hasn’t improved. if anything, you seem even more downcast.

the milk dissipates as soon as it’s been bought, safely held in your near infinite storage.

he’s behind mondstadt’s hotel next, jumping down the railing and towards the local general goods store. again, you buy up all the milk. next you head for the good hunter (is that what it’s called? he thinks that’s what the traveller called it some time ago) and purchase as much of their sugar as you can.

tendrils of something truly unpleasant move upwards and wrap around his neck.

he finds himself in wangshu inn’s kitchen again. barely any of the sweet flowers have been processed, but you take the two packs of sugar anyway. you put him to work immediately.

usually, he finds the process of cooking much to tedious and drawn out. with you, he doesn’t mind.

you seem a bit more satisfied this time, and xiao finds himself ashamed of having made a few more of his specialty dish instead of only regular almond tofu like you’d wanted him to.

while you seem a bit happier now, he still finds himself in front of inazuma’s goods store. again, you buy all the milk. you talk to the restaurant owner up the stairs afterwards. some confusion creeps into him through you, but it doesn’t last long.

he’s in sumeru next. more milk makes its way into your inventory, and you visit the local tavern for good measure, though this time you don’t buy anything at all.

exiting the building, you seem to notice there’s a stove just outside of it and walk over in excitement… and straight into the clay oven.

a sharp pang of panic shoots through him and he jerks backwards. it takes him a second to realise it’s your panic.

immediately, you pull the astrologer from mondstadt out and have her set down her little hydro puppet. you then walk him through it, which does absolutely nothing except soak his clothes.

your panic doesn’t subside.

i’m sorry.

he blinks and finds himself in front of dihua marsh’s statue of the seven, the fire and the tinge it brought with it disappearing in seconds.

it’s rare to be able to make out what you’re actually saying as opposed to just feeling your vague emotions and intentions. are you that worried about him not performing up to standard with this little damage?

he’s yours to use. a little singe like that would never hold him back.

you don’t bother with fontaine.

something like shame curls up his body and makes a home near his ears.

soon after, he’s back at the inn’s kitchen again. yanxiao doesn’t even look in his direction this time as he gets back to work under your guidance, making even more almond tofu. he makes sure to take greater care to avoid displeasing you again.

your mood doesn’t pick up this time, but you seem to have calmed down a little. he’s not sure why (or what use you could possibly have for so much almond tofu), but it’s a small comfort.

part of him wishes he could be there with you properly to comfort you, but he knows better.

he might be your formidable weapon, but that’s all he is. he has no false illusions about his role or purpose to you, no matter how much he wishes he could be the one you turn to for comfort. he isn’t suited to something so delicate. he’s accepted that a long time ago.

your dejection doesn’t retract, even as you move him around a bit more.

then you sit him down at a table at the inn’s terrace and pull out a plate of his specialty.

your presence lingers for a bit, envelops him like a gentle dream, then falls through the cracks of his existence and disappears.

happy birthday, xiao.

he wonders if he deserves this much effort from you for something as inconsequential as his birthday.

probably not.

he hopes he’ll dream of this next.