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frischkasekuchen · 10 months

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Greenhouse (Yandere!Vanya x Reader)

Credits:

Vanya - @/thriftlita

Iosif - @/lordofsteel

Content Warnings:

Teacher/Student Relationship

Kidnapping/Hostage

Swearing

Suggestive References

Mean Bisexual

(Author's note: This was originally going to be a full-length sequel to the first piece. Unfortunately, I pushed myself too hard and now the creativity well has run dry. I decided I'd rather give you guys something of quality rather than a rushed cesspit. I encourage readers who want to see this story continue to write/draw their own ideas for Y/N's fate and Vanya's loss or triumph. I'm sorry I can't give you guys anything longer or more thrilling, but senior year is going to be a bitch, and I need to be well rested if I'm going to graduate. Thank you for being so patient with me. Happy Pride Month and happy birthday @shu-dzhoker )

Satan Trismegistus subtly rocks our ravished spirits on his wicked bed until the precious metal of our will is leached out by this cunning alchemist. -To The Reader (Au Lectre) by Charles Baudelaire (transl. Richard Howard)

February XX, 20XX - Post Break

Three months and there's feeling in your leg again.

You peel off your cast and risk moving it up and down in a kicking motion. It hasn't snapped off. You pump your fists in the air with a silent "wooo!".

You jump out of bed and pace around your room. Thank the gods, or, whomever's watching. It was humiliating for Vanya to scrub you down like a child. The man mistook your expressions of discomfort as insecurity, and made an effort to compliment your..."assets''. Sometimes, you wished you could drown yourself in the bath.

You don't notice Vanya barge in as you're aimlessly pacing with your newly recovered leg.

"What are you doing out of bed-?"

You freeze and Vanya processes that you're standing on your own two feet. And the discarded cast at your bedside.

"It's healed? You should have at least let me look it over." The man crowds you, bending over to lift up the skirt of your nightgown to see your leg.

You hurriedly smack his hand away. "It's fine- it works- nothing to see here!"

He huffs at your bashfulness. "Hmph! You behave as though I haven't seen more than your leg-"

You tip-toe to clap your hands on his lips, "SHUSH!" This man is going to make your blood vessels pop!

"Fine, fine. Will stop my teasing." he takes your hand, "Come along now. We can actually have breakfast at the table together."

***

Breakfast is mildly normal.

The strawberry crepes taste great and the table gives you and Vanya a little distance between each other. On another note, you feel the tiniest bit of concern for the safety of your legs. Medy is helping herself to a bowl of broth and a mix of animal fats. But she's also glaring daggers at you. You're thinking she holds a grudge now, which doesn't bode well for another escape attempt.

Vanya finishes his food before you, and excuses himself from the table to prepare for work. You can't believe how envious you feel that he can actually go to uni while you're stuck here.

As he's leaving, he discards the house keys on the dining table along with a scrap of paper. What? Should you call attention to that or-?

"You're allowed free reign of my property. Even outside."

You look up at him in shock. You can just leave? The man smiles at your confusion, adjusting a tie on his dress shirt. "Except what's beyond the fence. And I expect you to respect my privacy, no?"

You nod.

"Good." Vanya picks up his briefcase and kisses your cheek. He's getting more comfortable with you, you realize. "I'll be back no later than eight, okay? Lock the door behind me."

Behind you, locks unlatch and there's some clicking noises. The door swings open and it shuts. You get up from your seat and take your dishes to the sink. Through the kitchen window, you see Vanya leave. Once his car is out of sight, you turn to Medy.

You chuckle, "And then there were two."

***

You do as you're told and lock the door behind him. From the inside, there's four. A knob, a latch, another sliding lock and a padlock. They click and squeal as you basically lock your own birdcage. Hmph, being in captivity is making you disgustingly poetic. Medy's still giving you a hateful look, but she seems uninterested in stalking you around the house. She trots over to the living room, to take a nap you guess. At least this gives you time to snoop.

With a Grinch-like sneer on your face, you slither down the hallway to Vanya's room. You gleefully push the unlocked bedroom door open, and poke your head inside. Does he really have nothing to hide? There's a bed, dresser, mirror and nightstand with a lamp on top of it. You look back down the hallway to see if you have incurred the beast's wrath. She isn't charging down the hallway- that's a development. You stick a foot through the doorway...nothing. Maybe, there isn't anything to hide. You put your whole body in the room; investigation time!

(C'mon (Y/N), take this kidnapping predicament a little more seriously!)

You look in the first cliche place: under the bed! You stick a hand in the darkness, and your knuckles brush metal. Finding the corner of the item, you bring it out into the light.

A silver and black trunk that's kind of flat like a briefcase. You inspect the latch and it appears to not have a proper lock. In your brainless curiosity, you open it without a shred of hesitation, and gaze upon its contents. There's a riding crop, handcuffs, gloves, silk black rope, a series of much shorter pieces of fabric-

...

Regret.

So many regrets.

As your eyes cross over the silicone apparel, you slam the trunk shut and shove it under the bed.

***

In the kitchen, you find something interesting in the cabinets.

Prescription bottles galore, along with some regular pharmacy drugs. You pick out a prescription labeled with DO NOT DRIVE OR MANAGE MACHINERY AFTER DOSE, MAY CAUSE DIZZINESS OR NAUSEA. It’s not a pill bottle, but a bottle of liquid. You twist off the cap to see a tinfoil seal with a small puncture hole. The back of the bottle reads Recommended dose: 2.5 milliliters. Beside it is a container labeled Diazepam, a name you only recognize from older novels.

So, Vanya always had a plan B prepared; this whole thing was premeditated. You need to start a journal or something for the coppers.

***

Your last venture is outside. You slip into the boots you came here in, and take a step off the porch. Snow crunches underneath your feet, open air caresses your face. You spin around, allowing the wind to whip your face with winter. You’re surprised that you didn’t get congested with how long you were bedridden for (to be fair, Vanya did clean your room on a weekly basis).

You check behind yourself to see Medy sitting near the door, observing you. Well, let’s see how far you can exercise your freedom before your warden goes beserk. You stick your nose up in the air faux-arrogantly, gazing at the sky as you strut forward blindly.

At some point, the she-bear does come running, and you quickly take five steps back. You look down to see the beast growling, then look to the line in the sand(or, snow). A picket fence seems to dictate your stomping grounds, at least when Vanya’s at the university (lucky bastard).

An insistent bark from Medy snaps you back to reality.

“I get it, I get it! I’m going back inside.”

At least the professor didn’t assign you any chores, that at least gave you the excuse to laze off with a book.

***

When Vanya comes back home, only the sound of the door opening announces his arrival. Shuffling, thuds; it appears the man is in a hurry. You try to ignore him and immerse yourself in your book, but you can’t help but jump when he starts slamming the fucking doors without pause.

Things get worse when the old man barges into your room, slick with sweat despite the winter air. You leap in your bed and shut the paperback around your thumb. “C-could you at least knock?!”

He scans the room like a goddamn security camera. Then, he charges up to you, forcing you to shrink into the corner behind you. “Whoa-whoa- WHAT DID I EVEN DO?!”

Vanya clamps his hands on your face and shoves you to the wall. He's clearly trying to feign stoicism, but with the pressure- you can tell he’s trying to make you crack. But for what? The worst you’ve done is snoop through his shit- you put the keys back when you were done. Was he upset that you went outside?

When he sees that he’s not getting the reaction he wanted out of you, he backs off. Warmth returns to his pupils and he makes himself comfortable at the edge of your bed.

You let yourself breathe. “Could you just- I dunno- not fucking do that again?”

“My apologies, but no promises.”, yeah that’s definitely reassuring. “May I ask that you be less invasive while I’m gone? If you wanted to see my bedroom, you could have asked.”

You turn away from him.“Bold claim; I haven’t touched your room.”

The man chuckles, “Bold of you to have left my trunk unlatched.”

You freeze up. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

“I wanted that to be surprise for when we- what’s the saying? ‘Hit third base’?” a grin grows on his face when your cheeks tint pink. “I had to do proper research and shopping after I discovered where your more…sensual desires lied based on your literary tastes.” The devil has the gall lean to your ear and whisper, “No need to be so shy, no need to rush either.” A warm hand strokes the thigh of your recovered leg. “Just ask, and I’ll indulge you, my dear.”

He finally backs off and leaves the bed with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Dinner will be ready in thirty; okay?” Vanya exits the scene with a skip in his step and a melody under his breath.

You look down at your discarded novel.

…

You throw it at the door.

***

On Saturday morning, Vanya doesn’t visit your room. It’s become routine that he’d wake you for breakfast at eight. But when you look over to the small clock on your nightstand (a gift), it was half past eight. That’s suspicious; that’s weird. And as the blatant horror-thriller protagonist- you must investigate.

On the corner before the kitchen doorway, you hear Vanya…speaking with someone! He let someone else in the house? While he has a hostage…? Wait a second-

You crane your neck uncomfortably to eavesdrop. Unfortunately, you can’t understand them. Fast and fluent Russian is all you can hear, but you can’t translate by ear. But by leaning forward, you can see a folder and papers spread amok on the dining table. There’s your passport mugshot, and a “MISSING!” poster as well. People are looking for you, good to know!

In your attempt to see more, you lean much too far and stumble through the doorway. “Shit-!”

Both men stop talking to look at you. You freeze, as though they’re T-Rexes who won’t see you if you’re still. Vanya immediately shoves all the papers into the loose folder, and the stranger removes them from your sight.

“Good…morning..” you squeak in fear.

Despite Vanya’s panic, the stranger calmly returns your pleasantries. “Good morning.” Their voice is rough and- familiar.

Vanya relaxes at the other’s casual behavior. “Good morning, (Y/N), this is one of my sons, Iosif.”

SON(oh yeah, Vanya has kids)?! Are you a parent now? Does Vanya consider you his spouse now? Should you treat him like he’s your kid too? Wait, what’s his name again-?!

“Iosif, this is (Y/N), my beloved; you remember them from December right?”

December? Why would he-? NO-

You point an accusing finger at Iosif. “YOU- you-” you pause when you see Vanya giving you this look. You pin your lips into a line before you throw out another expletive. But you’re nosy enough to keep talking, “Those papers are kinda, really, interesting.” You boldly approach the table and hold out a demanding hand, “Can I see?”

The old man huffs, and gets up from his chair. The air suddenly thickens with an intimidating aura when Vanya places two heavy hands on your shoulders. He leans down and whispers, “What happens outside is no longer your concern, so behave yourself, alright?”

You look to Iosif, as to not make eye contact with Vanya. He glances at you, with an emotion you’ve only ever seen in bystanders at middle school. He seems to regard you with a mix of resignation and pity.

***

That afternoon, Vanya is content to forget that this morning ever happened. He lugs a phonograph into the living room and pushes the small table and couch aside.

“What’s that for?” you ask as you twiddle your fingers in your lap.

“Music.” he states in a matter-of-factly tone. “Want to test how good your leg is after you broke it.”

“This will help me, how? Like, what about a physical therapist?”

His movements stiffen for a moment, before he changes the subject. “(Y/N), do you dance?”

“No. And if this is what the music’s for, no thank you.” you tuck your legs in, then stuff you face into one of the throw pillows.

Vanya sighs and sits down beside you, placing a hand on your back. “Why not?”

“I’ll make a fool of myself.” you murmur. You weren’t going to give this asshole another reason to look down on you!

“Oh, my dear,” he nuzzles into the back of your neck, “You have been a fool long before I met you; nothing to be ashamed of now.”

Ouch.

You stuff your face further into the cushion. “If that was supposed to make me feel better: it didn’t.”

He chuckles and wraps his arms around you to drag you off of the couch. Your feet clumsily meet the carpet, and you stumble as he pulls you back. “Since you’re a fool I will guide you, keep you safe from harm.”

“What does that make you?” you query.

“Good question. Back in my younger days, many fancied me a prince.”

You make an audible “pfft” noise. “Aren’t witches more prone to kidnapping?”

Vanya turns you around to face him, and guides one of your hands to his shoulder. The smile on his face appears strained as he kicks the phonograph to life. Static soon bleeds into an introduction by a group of violas. The man clutches you close, a gentle but firm grip on your waist. His large fingers slotting into yours perfectly. With how close the both of you are, you have to lift your head so as to not get squished in his chest (even though you’re tempted to just let it happen-).

He’s looking down at you in a manner you can only describe as lovesick. You feel a little nauseous yourself- a little tinge of satisfaction. It felt nice to be desirable in the eyes of the old prince, that someone wanted- no needed you around.

…You really need someone to talk to, internal soliloquy is not good for your twenty-first century health-

You’re torn out of your thoughts as Vanya begins swaying to the music. You nearly trip over yourself as your body registers Vanya’s speedy footwork. Somehow, you manage to catch up with him despite being inexperienced.

“Too fast?” he asks, leaning down to your height.

“Oh no- you just caught me off guard. I’m not much of a waltz-er person…or a dancer, in general…” you spare a glance down at your feet.

“You dance well for a beginner- that posture could use some work though…” he teases.

You shake your head in confusion. “What posture-whoa-”

Vanya twirls you, one, two, three times, before pulling you into a dip. One of your hands shoots up to claw at his collar and you gasp.

Vanya quickly pulls you up, pressing an apologetic kiss into your hair. “No fear, no fear little bird. I’ve got you.” Your face flushes in humiliation at his coddling (this just proves your point!). “Have more faith in me.” You give a shameful nod, and allow him to guide you back into the melody.

The next time he’s ready to dip you, he squeezes your waist as a warning. This time, you loosen your grip on his shoulder. Pinching his sleeve at most. Twirl, twirl, twirl- dip.

As the man leans you down, you slacken and throw your head back in a theatrical manner. The pressure on your waist reminds you that there’s someone to catch you. Your eyes flutter close, blissfully submitting yourself to the rhythm and your partner.

The music swells- then stops. Vanya pulls you back up once more, and you sag into his (soft and warm) chest.

“Mmh? Something wrong?”

“Nah. You make a nice pillow.”

He pets your head as white noise fills the room.

The prince is gentle, doting, and hopelessly devoted to you.

You’re getting too comfortable.

#tw kidnapping #dreamtalia chapter zero #my writing #tw swearing #tw suggestive

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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Hi there!

Umm, I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you by any chance do yandere for the Seven deadly sins from FULL Metal Alchemist brotherhood?

I have such a crush on yandere lust so...yeah thanks!

I do actually! But I write for them along with Fullmetal Alchemist as a whole and other animes on my sideblog @simp-lyanimewritings . Requests and asks are open there if you want to send anything in you’re more than welcome to!🥰

#anxious answers

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dokidokiheart · 2 years

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my ship tags by media

ANIMANGA:

Akagami no Shirayukihime = ans ships, Beastars = beastars ships, Bleach = bleach ships, Boku no Hero Academia = bnha ships, Code Geass = cg ships, Death Note = dn ships, Full Metal Alchemist = fma ships, Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun = gsnk ships, Jo-Jo’s Bizarre Adventure = jjba ships, Kimetsu no Yaiba = kny ships, Kuroko no Basuke = knb ships, Naruto = naruto ships, One Punch Man = opm ships, Otome Game no Hametsu Flag...= hamefura ships, Ouran High School Host Club = ohshc ships, Sailor Moon = sm ships, Shingeki no Kyojin = snk ships, Spy x Family = sxf ships, Studio Ghibli = sg ships, Tokyo Ghoul = tg ships, Yamada-kun and the Seven Witches = ykatsw ships, Yu Yu Hakusho = yyh ships,Yu-Gi-Oh! = ygo ships, Zankyou no Terror = znt ships

VIDEO GAMES:

Bendy and the Ink Machine = batim ships, Bravely Default = bd ships, Catherine = catherine ships, Corpse Party = corpse party ships, Dangan Ronpa = dr ships, Final Fantasy = ff ships, Fire Emblem = fe ships, Life is Strange = lis ships, Nier Autonoma = na ships, Persona 5 ships = p5 ships, Pokemon = pokemon ships, Resident Evil ships = re ships, Rune Factory = rf ships, Soul Nomad & the World Eaters = sn ships, The Legend of Zelda = tloz ships, The Letter = tl ships, Yandere Simulator = ys ships

MOVIES: Any other movie ship = movie ships

Star Wars = sw ships, The Lord of the Rings = tlotr ships, Titanic = titanic ships.

SHOWS:

Doctor Who = drw ships, Friends = friends ships, Merlin = merlin ships, The Big Bang Theory = tbbt ships, The Vampire Diaries = tvd ships

WESTERN ANIMATION:

Avatar: The Last Airbender: atla ships, Castlevania = castlevania ships, Class of the Titans = cott ships, Codename Kids Next Door = cknd ships, Danny Phantom = dp ships, Disney = disney ships, Dreamworks = dw ships Futurama = futurama ships, Kim Possible = kp ships, Kung Fu Panda = kfp ships, Miraculous Ladybug = mlb ships, Nijiiro Days = nd ships, Pixar = pixar shipsRWBY = rwby ships, Scooby Doo = sd ships, Total Drama = td ships, Totally Spies = ts ships, W.I.T.C.H = w.i.t.c.h ships, Winx Club = wc ships

COMICS:

DC = dc ships, Marvel = marvel ships

BOOKS:

Harry Potter = hp ships, Little Women = lw ships, Percy Jackson & the Olympians = pjo ships, Septimus Heap = sh ships, Twilight = twilight ships

DRAMA SHIPS = drama ships (any jdrama or kdrama ships)

Mainly from: Flower of Evil, Goblin & Faith

CROSSOVER SHIPS = crossover ships

Mainly: Jack x Elsa, Kuzco x Chel, Hades x Eris

MISC. SHIPS = misc. ships (any other ship basically):

Gomez x Morticia, Roger Rabbit x Jessica Rabbit, Merlin x Snow White, Veronica x Jughead, Nega Wanda x Nega Cosmo, Cam x Brandy, Nadia x Lucio, Jack x Rose, Anastasia x Dimitri, Shark Boy x Lava Girl & others.

GENERAL = shipping (tag about ships/shipping in fandom

#shipping #my ships

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helpfandom · 8 months

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Masterlist for Helpfandom

For 2023 Halloween event:

⚠️ Hazard Taffy- Bruce Wayne

Continuation of post above: Hazard Taffy-Bruce Wayne 2

🔪 Knife gummies- [Btas] Scarecrow

💌 Caramel Letters- Riddler [Btas]

👁 Sour eyeball candies- [Btas] Harley Quinn

🎃 Pumpkin pretzels- Harvey {Stardew Valley}

🌽 Candy corn- [Btas] Riddler

⚠️ Hazard Taffy- Handsome Jack

🦇Batman:🦇 [Big enough to have it's own masterlist.]

🐢TMNT Masterlist:🐢 [It got big enough I thought it should have it's own masterlist.]

🦔Sonic the Hedgehog Movie:🦔

Jimbotnik / Robotnik Alphabet Platonic

Vermillion: \/

Overview for Long Standing Fic of Stobotnik x Platonic Reader

Vermillion: Chapter 1: Chilling

Vermillion: Chapter 2: The Man

Vermillion: Chapter 3: Gay People Exist

Chapter 4:

🔪Texas Chainsaw Massacre🔪 1974/1986/2022

Bubba w/ a Teen Reader

💊We Happy Few:💊

200 follower event Yandere analysis

Yandere Platonic Guide

🐙Penguins of the Madagascar🐧

200 follower event yandere analysis! {NOT FINISHED}

🌲Camp Camp:🌲

David w/ Camper reader HC Platonic

⚗️Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood:⚗️

Envy w/ Chimera! Reader HC Platonic

Envy w/ Kawaii kid. HC Platonic

Envy w/ Cutsey S/O HC Romantic

🔫Borderlands:🔫

Zane Flynt HC Platonic

Fl4K HC Platonic

Calypso Twins HC Platonic

Calypso Twins w/ half-Sibling working with the Crimson Raiders. HC Platonic

Handsome Jack HC Platonic

Handsome Jack with a platonic one night stand kid HC Platonic

Handsome Jack and Nisha w/ Bio kid HC Patonic

⚠️ Hazard Taffy- Handsome Jack

TFTB Rhys w/ Teen HC Platonic

✨Glitter Force:✨

Rascal/Joker [Glitter Force] HC Platonic

Glitter Breeze vs. Rascal Versus.

Ulric w/ Child who Adores 'Villains' HC Platonic

❤️Not enough fics to be a category yet:❤️

Tinkerbell with a Reckless! Animal Fairy darling. HC Platonic

Ken [From the Barbie movie] HC Platonic

Jimbotnik / Robotnik Alphabet Platonic

Mitch Williams [Glitch Techs] HC Platonic

GLaDOS w/ test subject kid. HC Platonic

Sadou Maou w/ Foster Kid HC Platonic

Jack Frost w/ Runaway Teen HC Platonic

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butchdykekondraki · 2 years

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inbox check?

yep!!!

>avian!tommy photoboard with skateboarding, vinyl, and chaotic teen energy (working on this rn!!)

>yandere stimboard with writing in blood and staring/eyes

>riza hawkeye (full metal alchemist: brotherhood) photoboard

#[have a question? | inbox check]#[inbox check]#[jay]#[chatting | not a req]

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short-yandere-stories · 3 years

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Hi 👋 😁. I really love the yandere headcanons of the Elric brothers sharing a S/O. I know this is a really dumb idea, but can you do general yandere headcanon of either Edward Elric or Alphonse Elric?

No idea here is a dumb idea! It’s been a hot minute since I watched FMAB and boy do I miss it. It’s just SUCH a good show aaaa. Anyway! Headcanons for the Elric brothers coming right up (because I’m giving you some headcanons for both).

I think they would be a bit different from each other, but the one thing in common would be the trust of their brother and how they wouldn’t take pity on you — choosing to help their brother keep you captive. They’ve been through so much, the Elric brothers. And if one of them finds happiness (even if it’s one-sided) the other one would rather die than have that taken away from their brother too.

Content Warnings: yandere behavior, talk of bodily mutilation (harming of the reader's legs), mentions of kidnapping. This is a yandere work. Proceed at your own risk and please be mindful of your triggers.

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For a person who has already lost so much, even the idea of losing someone else is simply unbearable.

From the get-go, Edward is quick with forming attachments and is very possessive, but it doesn’t truly get bad until you get hurt.

When you get hurt, no matter who hurts you -- friend or foe -- Edward’s yandere instincts will fully kick in.

He can’t let you get hurt too. He will not allow it.

Any semblance of freedom? Gone.

He only trusts himself or Alphonse to be anywhere near you -- everyone else is seen as a threat.

As soon as you’re brought up by anyone else asking for example why they don’t see you walking around with him anymore, he will get super defensive and aggressive.

“It’s none of your concern why they aren’t here.”

Edward will need constant reassuring that you won’t get hurt or disappear -- be this willingly or not.

He loves to just hold you in his arms, that’s when he feels most at home and reassured of your safety.

There, no one can take you from him.

Edward thinks it would be nice if you loved him back, but if it means keeping you safe, he can deal with your hatred.

Just... let him hold you and know you’re alive and unhurt.

Please. He doesn’t know what he would do if you got hurt.

Edward would never hurt you unless you tried repeatedly to leave.

He would cry constantly while doing something permanent to your legs.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this, but you were trying to leave! It’s worse out there, trust me.”

And he would feel so guilty every time he looks at you and the damage he caused, but at least you’ll be safe now, and that’s all that matters.

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Al has always stayed so brave and positive despite all that’s happened to him. When you one night talk to him and say that it’s fine to be sad and fine to be angry over what happened to him, he sees you in a new light.

No one except for Edward has told him that it’s fine not to be fine about what happened. It’s always “It’s so amazing you’re so cheerful! Especially when... you know... things happened”. No one except for Ed and you ever told him that it was okay not to be okay.

Alphonse is quick to form an unhealthy obsession — craving your nearness and honesty; the way you genuinely care about him.

He doesn’t want you to be scared of him and won’t do something as drastic as kidnapping unless something makes him snap big time.

Instead, he’ll try to make you dependent on him and fall in love by making you distance yourself from any other person who threatens to steal your attention away from him.

And if that doesn’t work or if he snaps, he will knock you out and shove you into his suit in a moment of panic — running away to take you somewhere where it will only be you and him (and Edward because Al trusts him unconditionally and knows that if you tried to leave, he would stop you without hesitation.)

Al wants you to love him back no matter what — but if you never come around, don’t worry.

His love is enough for the two of you.

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meiwroo · 5 years

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Omfg please you write for FMA?? Ooo I have so many ideas. I feel like Hughes could easily be yandere. But my love for Olivier Armstrong is winning out. After all Briggs is the safest place to keep the girl of her dreams safe ( and trapped)

Originally, I was just going to respond with a small informal hc that was about Olivier, but then it turned into this……I’m sorry really

Olivier Mira Armstrong

Would punish you in front of all her men, then yell, “Everyone continue working” as if nothing happened.

Hive mind + her men are loyal so don’t expect a single person to help you escape

“Nothing gets in or out of Briggs without my say!”

“If you want to escape me so bad, then die!”

Punishments are brutal

Tossed out into the cold w/o proper clothing

No food when you piss her off

But still a Protective! Yandere

Consider anyone that tries to harm you dead

Best chance to escape would be while the fortress is in disarray. So, during that time when Sloth shows up would be great

Maes Hughes

“Hey princess don’t be like that! We’re supposed to be a happy family remember?”

“Ah, are you upset because I’ve been neglecting you? Let poppa bear make it up to you.”

“…Y/N, stop acting so spoiled before I give you a reason to pout.”

Acts foolish, but you know he’s calculating

Breeding kink? && absolutely ecstatic when he finds out you’re pregnant

“Look what I got for the baby Y/N! Are you excited?!”

Lying to Mustang that you’re ill whenever he’s over for dinner and you try to ask for help

Goofy boi

Good at buttering you up

Solf J. Kimblee

“It’s simple Y/N, submit to me. There’s nowhere you can run.”

“I’m not a bad man Y/N; I’m reasonable. I’ll treat you gently.”

“Well, well, your tone changes once your family is threatened. Now, come here.”

Has the resources, the connects—the power, not to mention he’s merciless

“Just a second, there’s something I need to take care of. The guy was looking at you.”

Gluttony

“Y/N-chan are you done? Are you done? If you keep being bad, can I eat you?”

“Hey, Y/N-chan do you like him? Then I’ll eat him.”

“Cheer up Y/N-chan I brought the cake you like; Let’s eat it together.”

Spankings as punishments

Treats you more like a pet than a lover

“Y?N-chan, I don’t want to play hide and seek right now; Won’t you come out? I’m hungry…I can smell you, you know…”

“F o u n d Y o u; Come here!”

Sloppy kisses

Great hugs

An absolute idiot, but would keep you warm and fed; Mainly relying on Lust’s daily visits to remind Gluttony that he has to care for you properly

Tricking him is easy, but running away is harder

“Y/N-chan THAT WAS A MEAN TRICK. COME BACK HERE SO I CAN PUNISH YOU!”

“If I eat you, then we can be together forever.”

Greed

Possessive Yandere

“You think you’re going to beat me Y/N, escape me, with my ultimate shield and my advanced healing powers? I wasn’t kidding when I told you Y/N you’re mine, try all you like, but you won’t win.

“Oi oi, how long do you wan’t to drag this out. This’d be much easier if you’d just accept me already.”

“I get what I want Y/N, my avaricious holds no bounds, and right now I want you in bed; Strip.”

Envy

“I knew it! You’re crying expression is the best Y/N! Go ahead, cry some more! Think about your family, your friends, how they’ll plead for their life when gobble them! Leave me and I’ll set your village in flames.”

“Ho ho~. Have you realized it yet? That it’s in your best interest to stop resisting? But don’t worry D A R L I N G. I’ll take good care of you.”

“Do you hate me? Do you hate me? Mhm? Then do something about it. Oh wait, you’re powerless aren’t you Y/N.”

Wouldn’t be able to deal with a catatonic s/o

“Ah, really? Giving up already? Pathetic…”

Would definitely dispose of them

Lots of taunting/baiting

Gets what he wants from his s/o using underhanded tricks

Decided to harass his s/o and make them his after they helped him one day

No good deed goes unpunished?

“Ah, you’ve been quiet lately? Should I reward you tonight? Let you ride my face?”

Lust

Wouldn’t mind keeping you in a cramped cage as punishment

“Oh my, making a scene again Y/N?”

“It appears that our little Y/N has escaped. Would you mind helping me Gluttony? I’ll let you eat whoever’s helping her.”

Wouldn’t mind a broken s/o that she drags along like a glorified pet—leads you by a chain and collar something akin to Arbitro and Kau’s relationship (from Togainu No Chi)

“Well, someone’s been good lately. What’s say we go for a long walk?”

Merciless (worse than Olivier and Kimblee)

Pride

Content with watching you, after all nothing is going to get pass his watchful gaze

No kidnapping required unless you try to escape from him

“Humans are so stupid…”

Haughty smiles

Would pose as a normal child from the neighborhood and stalk you that way

Anyone he deems a threat will be quickly neutralized even if it’s right in front of your eyes

Sloth

“What was I doing again…?”

“Oh, I remember now. I need to punish Y/N.”

“Running away? Troublesome. But life without Y/N is also troublesome.”

“Have to…find…Y/N…”

Would break your legs just to stop you from continuously escaping

If you manage to escape, you actually have a good bit of time before he finds you b/c Sloth falls asleep frequently && is really slow.

Lightening fast. Try to escape right in front of him and he’ll immediately catch you

“What…are…you…doing Y/N?”

Ferra and Torr vibes tbh

Relatively easy yandere

Mainly looks and on occasion touches

“Come…here…”

Gentle despite his size (unlike Gluttony)

Wrath

“Hooooo, let’s have a wager then? I’ll even be so generous to give you a 10-minute head start. However, if I catch you before the little hand strikes 3, then you’ll be spending the next week in the basement. [Maybe then you’ll appreciate how good you have it.] So how about it Y/N? Do you think you can escape me?”

Finds you fighting back amusing

“Is that all you got dear?”

Being known as the King’s wife who’s gravely ill who spends most of her time bedridden (explains why nobody ever sees her)

Your cooporation will be rewarded in extravagant gifts and grand trips

Patronizing

But he doesn’t underestimate you

Enjoys a game of cat and mouse

“I’m looking forward to your next attempt. Don’t disappoint me.”

Daddy Dom in bed

Loves taking off his eye patch at night

“Bend over Y/N…I said bend over.”

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Yandere!Kaeya & Yandere!Albedo x gn!reader

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CW: Yandere themes, mentions of violence, death and NSFW

An angel.

That’s what Kaeya thinks when he sees you - he’s far from being a religious person, yet this word appears in his mind, vivid and burning, pushing out any other thought away. He stands here, starstruck and unsure what to do, devouring your visage with his eye alone.

Your first meeting is incidental - he walks around the Mondstadt, looking for the leads for the recent mass disappearance case. An alarming number of people went missing right before the Windrise festival. All are destitute alcoholics with no real importance, all except one - Javier Lawrence, who in this case is a rich alcoholic, and a reason why investigation even started. Mondstadt may be a nation of freedom, yet money and status still dominate most of its social dynamics.

Kaeya goes to Eula first - Javier was her twice removed cousin after all, she ought to know something. The spindrift knight is restrained in her speech, careful not to insult her missing relative, despite the deepening frown. She says almost nothing new, stating that Javier had a passion for drinking and wasting his days away, she also mentions his favourite places to wander while drunk - gardens, plaza and the forest outside the city.

Visits to the first two bear no fruits - Kaeya doesn’t find any eyewitnesses, but hears tons upon the tons of complaints and insults directed at the missing, so he heads for the forest, expecting to find the mangled body among the heaps of green leaves - being drunk in the forest deep is never a good idea, yet he finds none. He stumbles upon you instead.

You sit among the wild flowers and bitter herbs, head bowed, closely inspecting the plants in your hands and humming a light tune as you do so. There’s a certain serenity about you, some kind of magical elegance radiating off of every movement, it’s deliberate, yet relaxed. You remind him of the forest nymph from the paintings he saw - celestial and seductive, and totally unaware of the effect you have on him.

This feeling is further exacerbated by the simple white shirt you're wearing - the material is thin and half-transparent, already revealing the outline of your torso. Kaeya gulps when he imagines it getting wet and clinging to your body, your skin and nipples showing through the flimsy fabric. The only thing that spoils this otherwise perfect sight are small dark bruises both hands, blooming like two ominous roses.

“Hello”, he finally suppresses lustful urges and steps closer, distracting you from the herb picking. “My name’s Kaeya Alberich, I am the cavalry captain of the Knight of Favonius, and I want you to answer a couple of my questions”.

You turn unnaturally still upon hearing his voice, hands squeezing the plants, even your breathing is impossible to hear. You are terrified. Kaeya turns his head to the side at this picture, eyebrows raised - this is… a very interesting reaction.

“I am sorry, I am not allowed to talk to strangers”, you say, finally collecting yourself and raising your head to meet his eye, and Kaeya finds himself struck again.

Stars.

You have star-shaped pupils. Just like him.

He makes a step again, back this time, as his chest starts to rise and fall faster, breathing accelerating. Why do you have these eyes? He thought he was the only one left…

“Sir Kaeya, what brings you here?”he hears a familiar voice. Albedo comes from the forest deep, quickly striding to him and then stopping between you and the cavalry captain. Alchemist's face remains indifferent and his tone impassive, yet through the haze of confusion and shock Kaeya still notes how he protectively put himself between you two, as if shielding you from his gaze.

“Investigation. I thought asking… this lovely person a couple of questions might help solve the case”, he flashes one of his most charming smiles to Albedo, who predictably remains apathetic towards such displays. You, on the other hand, still sit on the forest ground and have your eyes shifting between Kaeya and Albedo, with fear and hope respectively.

“I am afraid you won’t find any answers here. They are under my care, and they don’t know anything about whatever your case is”. Albedo’s voice still remains polite, but Kaeya can taste the hidden hostility, he almost backs off from surprise.

“Well, that’s unfortunate”, he admits defeat and puts on a smile again - it’s a colder one this time, less genuine - and turns on his heels, throwing “have a nice day” as the afterthought, insides burning with the strange mix of disappointment and resentment.

He almost leaves the forest, as he hears Albedo talking to you: “It’s alright, [First], I won't punish you for speaking to him, he asked you first”. You reply something, but Kaeya is too far to make out any of your lovely voice, yet the things he witnessed today are enough to spawn a horde of questions.

Why does Albedo act so possessive? Why do you allow him to do so? What connects you two together? And most importantly: Who are you?

Thousand different theories fleet through his mind, as he mulls over new information. He doesn’t come back to that place, despite his curiosity nagging him to do so, he can’t - Kaeya is now acutely aware of the power Albedo seems to hold over you and returning might anger the alchemist.

Cavalry captain returns to the case of missing people, yet his mind continues to wander off, thought returning to your face and voice and body and the colossal mystery cloaking you.

***

Investigation progresses unbelievably slowly - if he was a gullible person, Kaeya would’ve thought that all of the missing just vanished into thin air - no leads, no traces, not a single clue of what might have happened, leaving the knights with nothing but straws to grasp at. To add to the severity of the situation after a week of receiving the case from Jean, Kaeya is notified about the new disappearance of two other people - Joachim and Luckas. They’re also a pair of alcoholics, the first one was last seen around the Angel’s Share, the second one was heading for the Dragonspine.

Kaeya goes to the said tavern - at first he just talks with the patrons, effortlessly fishing out the information about the missing person, which brings nothing new (again), then he gets a bit bored with drunk-interrogating others and decides to ask Diluc what he might’ve seen. And that also reveals nothing new (again) - Joachim has visited the tavern, ordered some wine and after a couple of bottles downed, left. Nothing extraordinary or groundbreaking, just a day of another Mondstadtian drunkard.

It seems that he isn’t destined to find whatever spirited Joachim away, so Kaeya leaves the city heading for the snowy mountain in the distance. He asks around the adventurers camp near the ruined tower, only to hear that Luckas was seen around the mountain.

Kaeya walks to the Dragonspine, already feeling the chill at the foot of the mountain, and his determination slowly melts - Dragonspine is one big freezing hellhole, full of monsters and Fatuis who for some reason decided to reside here, yet one particular face appears in his mind. Seeing you again might be worth the whole trouble - he noticed you a couple of times, always in the company of the certain alchemist, so if Albedo is in his camp, then you’re most likely there too.

Now inspired Kaeya quickly traverses the mountain, skillfully avoiding the hilichurl tribes and skirmishes altogether. After a short, yet frankly gruelling travel he finds himself finally arriving at the camp, your figure seen from the entrance. You sit near the alchemical device, tightly bundled up in layers upon layers of warm clothes, a book in your hands with no Albedo in sight. The alchemical apparatus is on, dyeing the whole room into scarlet shades, something red boiling inside of it, filling the air with the strange metallic scent. “Recent history of Teyvat”, Kaeya reads the cover and takes a step in. You remain still, too engrossed in reading to hear his footsteps, which he uses to take another good look at you.

Your face still looks lovely as it was on that day, yet there’s now a strong aura of frailness present - a greyish undertone of the skin, dry, chapped lips, pinkish-red rims blooming on your eyes, duller hair, even the fingers holding the books appear to be thinner. You look emaciated and exhausted, you must be sick.

“Hello”, Kaeya decides to pop the bubble of tranquility again - you quickly lift your head to look at him and almost drop the book: “We met before, in the forest, remember? I am here because of an investigation”.

“I am sorry, but I don’t think I can be of any help and I am still not allowed to talk to strangers”, you say and return to reading, pretending that he isn’t here.

“Well, that means we can introduce ourselves, so we won’t be strangers anymore and you will be able to talk to me without breaking any rules, right? Hello! I am Kaeya Alberich and I work as cavalry captain in the Knights of Favonius, pleased to meet you!”, he puts on his warmest smile and outstretches his hand to shake yours.

“I am not sure that this is a good idea, Albedo warned me to avoid outsiders”, you say, looking uneasy, as you throw a quick glance, past Kaeya, to the entrance of the camp.

“Albedo and I are coworkers, we both even had to work on some missions together, sure he doesn’t think of me as some outsider”.

“If you say so”, you sigh and cave in, your palm finally touching his. Kaeya feels the corners of his lips creeping up at the sensation, his heart skipping a beat or two: “I am [First} and I am… Albedo’s ward, pleased to meet you too”

“Now with introductions done, can I ask you a question?”, he takes another step and you nod - a step more and he might feel the warmth radiating off of your body, or hear your faint breathing, or smell your scent.

“Where are you from?”, your eyes widen at that. Kaeya finds himself almost hypnotized by this sight: the stars in your eyes shine with a renewed strength, the pale sunlight bringing out their warmth and radiance.

“I don’t really remember”, you admit, voice quiet and small: “Albedo says he found…”

“I discovered [First] in the heart of the mountain”, alchemist ends it for you, standing at the entrance of his camp with both of his assistants by the side, hands occupied by the local flora.

“Timaeus, sort and prepare ingredients”, he hands the herbs to the man: “Sucrose, you check up on [First] and give them.. the medicine, don’t worry I’ll just talk to sir Kaeya there”, Timaeus and Sucrose rush to the assigned task, with the latter taking out a red vial from the alchemical drawer, the liquid inside shimmering and glowing with an unnatural glitter. The last part is said to you, as alchemist gestures for the cavalry captain to go outside, quickly leaving the room.

Kaeya follows him as they both leave the camp - Albedo walks unusually quickly, not looking around even once to check if he’s still behind, and only when the both of them leave the camp far enough - so far that you, Timaeus and Sucrose turn into a small dots does he stop.

“What do you need? Why did you interrogate [First]?”, Albedo says, skipping all of the courtesies. His voice remains neutral, but Kaeya can feel the displeasure - it radiates off of his pose and faster speech, how Kreideprinz’s disinterested eyes suddenly turned cold and piercing.

“Easy, easy”, Kaeya half-laughs, raising his hands in mock defence: “interrogate is a strong word here, we two just had a friendly chat”.

Teal eyes narrow at this whimsical answer and alchemist’s face sours: “Leave [First] alone”, he voices, darkly and angrily - Kaeya almost backs off from surprise - it’s quite unusual to see Albedo express his disdain so freely and openly, yet he replies in the same carefree tone:

“I won’t, not until you say where they’re from at least. [First] has star-shaped pupils, we both know what it means”.

“I already have said that - I found [First] deep underneath the mountain, completely frozen. Cold must have trapped them in the ice and preserved their body for all these years, yet it also damaged their memory. They seem to be unaware of what happened to your homeland five hundred years ago, nor do they have any idea of the present world". Kaeya intently observes Albedo as he says that - alchemist is certainly hiding something.

"That's how.. Well, I wish [First] good luck in retrieving their memories", he decides not to press further - Albedo is already in a bad mood and won't tolerate him fishing for more information, nor will the alchemist agree to share what he hides. Kaeya asks him a couple of questions pertaining to the missing person and he gets the expected answer - Luckas wasn't seen by Albedo or any of his assistants either. Alchemist says it a bit quicker than he usually talks, Kaeya chalks it up to annoyance.

***

The first useful lead appears after the third disappearance this month - Masha Haedle, who was characterized as hardworking and passionate, yet troubled by her alcohol addiction, vanished on the way to her job. Her employer sent one letter after another, demanding her to visit her workplace, lest she will be fired. Haedle didn’t answer any of the messages, nor was she spotted anywhere in the next few days.

It was her concerned neighbours who notified the knights, who quickly connected her disappearance to the series of other missing cases and Kaeya was dispatched again - he decided to start by investigating her house and he was right in doing so.

Her place is barren, but tidy, Haedle's diligence and financial issues shining through the simple interior. Kaeya strides among the neatly cleaned house until he enters a small bedroom.

Unlike the rest of the place, the bed here is undone, sheets lay messily across the nightstand and floor, with a couple of plant pots knocked over, dry soil sprawled everywhere. He comes closer to this picture, taking in the small details - there's a trace of fingernails on the wood, as if the victim was latching onto the furniture as she was dragged back, a part of the sheets is actually burnt, with a small candle crushed on the floor - it could be knocked down when kidnapper attacked Masha, and the most glaring piece - an orange dimly glowing crystal.

It crumbles and disintegrates the same second Kaeya picks it up, but this short moment is enough to feel the warmth radiating off of it - it's a geo crystal, formed by the reaction with pyro.

Whoever attacked miss Haedle was using a geo vision to put out the fire, and might also be the reason of other disappearances. After all, a vision user kidnapping the drunkards is just as nonsensical as said drunks just vanishing into thin air, leaving nothing behind.

***

Mondstadt embraces the Windrise festival with the same warmth it always did, as citizens of all sorts start to prepare for the coming festivities. Some decorate their houses with dried and paper flowers that they consider anemones, others stock up on both sweets and wine, no doubt for a celebratory dinner, bards recite the new songs, praising the anemo archon and caroling the freedom that Barbatos gave them, and knights, both high and low ranks alike are piled with even more work.

Kaeya finds himself temporarily dispatched from the dead-end investigation, tasked to look out for any suspicious persons and possible lawbreakers, as a horde of tourists and traders flooded the city. He spends the entire day working, and catches a breather once the sun starts to set. This break, however, is swiftly interrupted, when Jean summons him, asking to deliver some messages to Albedo for the lack of workforce.

Unsurprisingly, the alchemist spends his time outside of the city in a temporary camp, preferring the fresh air and forest landscape to the human loudness and cheer. He finds you alone again, with Albedo nowhere to be seen. Seems that whatever disease has plagued you started to back off - your tone is still far from healthy, yet it stopped being so ashy and grey like the first time, and your starry eyes no longer look like you’ve cried all night non-stop.

You stand near the table, slowly sorting the alchemical compounds, with both sleeves rolled up, exposing the delicate, elegant wrists and the old bruising on the forearms. The setting sun almost lights your visage on fire - you look brighter, more vivid, than you did under the pale Dragonspine sun or the cool shadow of the forest. You look like you glow too.

Even with the fatigue, he still smiles - ah, you’re so easy on the eyes, he rests just by looking at you..

“Hello”, he approaches, distracting you from your task for the third time: “is Albedo here?”.

“He left some time ago, he wanted to sketch hilichurl tribe. Said it’s too dangerous for me, so I am just standing here, waiting for him”, Kaeya can sense a mild disappointment coming from you, which is not surprising - spending your time in the wilderness, while the city before you is set ablaze in the celebration can frustrate anyone. He gets an idea.

“I see you want to see the Windrise for yourself, am I right?”, your affirmative nod, “How about I accompany you to Mondstadt and we both have some fun?”.

“I would really want to, but Albedo asked me to stay here. I don’t want to disappoint him”, you reply, the hesitation in your voice clear as day.

“And you won't!”Kaeya retorts: “I will take all the blame, say that I spirited you away with my persuasion skills”, he adds dramatically and outstretches his palm in a theatrical gesture. You giggle at that, obviously entertained by his antics.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me”, you take his hand, before asking: “this is why you came? To invite me to a festival?”

Oh, he forgot about messages.

Kaeya leaves them in the secure box you pointed to, before taking your hand again and almost running back to Monstadt. Something tells him that Albedo will be livid once he returns to the now empty camp.

***

“Oh gods”, you gasp, looking at the burst of colors exploding in the night sky - some travelers have brought fireworks from Liyue and Inazuma and decided to set them off, creating a breathtaking scenery. Kaeya even forgets how to breathe, but not because of the fireworks, but you - you look so excited and amazed, and all kinds of colours reflect from your eyes, the stars in them resembling two large diamonds. He’s ready to kill for this sight.

The next half an hour are spent with him following you, as you excitedly run from one thing or another - turns out Albedo didn’t allow you much outside time, so even the main streets of Mondstadt are novelty to you. He drinks in your reactions, all the faces and sounds you make are stored away in his memory as you get amazed by the simplest things.

In the end, he decides to take you to the Angel’s Share, you’re already so cute and he can’t imagine how much more adorable you’ll become all drunk and giggly. He orders a bottle of a young wine for you two - made from the spring dandelions, it’s taste is perfect for the atmosphere of Windrise - it tastes of freedom and adventure, the spirit of Mondstadt encapsulated into a beverage.

“It tastes nice”, you comment, taking a small sip, “it’s sweet but not too sweet”, before your face suddenly contorts from pain and you bend in half, hands clutching your abdomen.

“[First]? What’s happening, [First]?”Kaeya rushes to you, his hands stopping your fall. You mumble something incoherent, before going limp in his hold - you are unconscious. He shakes your form to wake you up, yet you don’t respond, inner panic slowly rising - what to do, what to do, what to do?

“Did you give alcohol to [First]?!”, suddenly someone hisses near him. It’s Albedo again and it’s the first time Kaeya sees him so angry. “We need to get [First] to my lab quickly. Every second counts”, Albedo helps him to lift you up and almost runs out from the tavern, pushing others away to make way for Kaeya and you in his hands.

“Put them here”, alchemist point to the big wooden table, quickly knocking over all empty flasks down, uncaring of the equipment he might break, as he rushes into the further part of the room, taking out the already on alchemical apparatus from the depths of his cabinets.

The strange red liquid slushes inside, as Albedo swiftly opens the top and adds some hideous mix of blood and pieces of flesh into the device, the reek of blood and alcohol permeating the air.

Kaeya wants to gag. “What’s this?”, he asks, not bothering to hide his disgust.

“Medicine”, Albedo quickly replies, teal eyes shifting from the mix to your sick face.

Over time the stench subsides, and apparatus starts to glow and shimmer with that scarlet radiance Kaeya saw in the Dragonspine camp, replacing the stink with the same strange coppery scent. Albedo takes out a glass vial from his pocket and connects it to the faucet of the apparatus, collecting the fat drops of the produced liquid.

Kaeya takes a good look at the product, mesmerized by the strange glitter and shimmer - it looks alive, and then suddenly everything clicks - the origin of medicine, the smell of alcohol coming from meat and even the disappearances of the drunkards. He remembers the tales his father used to tell him, about khemia and the wonders and horrors it could unleash - artificial humans, endless gold and…

“Philosopher’s stone”, he breathes out, utterly shocked by his revelation.

“How? How did you know”, Albedo looks at him with scared eyes, almost dropping the vial with “medicine”.

“Why?! Why did you do that?!”Kaeya yells instead of answering the question, still shocked and horrified, a taste of bile appearing on his tongue.

Alchemist seems unsure and totally lost for a good minute, as his usually calm face rapidly shifts between different emotions: sadness, shock, horror, shame and even anger, until finally resulting into the expression of total defeat: “It’s for [First]’s sake”, he tiredly admits the dark secret: “The frost has severely damaged their internal organs. I’ve been trying to heal them, but to no avail”.

“So you decided to break alchemical laws and create the elixir of life”, Kaeya grimly concludes, face scrunching up from disgust.

“Yes”, an unsettling lips makes its way onto the alchemist's lips as he lifts his head and looks captain right in the eye: “I’ve broken the laws, killed people and used their bodies. All to save [First]. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same, I’ve seen how you stare at [First] and I know what you want to do with them”.

.Was he that obvious?

“I see”, Kaeya replies, sensing the growing headache and rubbing his temples: “I won’t tell others of what you’ve done”. He can’t just imprison Albedo and doom you to a slow, agonizing death.

“I knew you would agree with me”, alchemist sighs “[First] is getting healthier, they won’t need… medicine as often, yet their organs will never be in a top condition”.

“How many?”

“What?”

“How many people per year?”

Albedo turns quiet again, the creepy smile vanishing as quickly as it appeared, as his eyes adopt that contemplating look again.

“No more than three people. Once I fix that liver damage you gave [First] with your wine, they won’t need no more than three transfusions”, he says his verdict and Kaeya weighs his words - three missing people per year is a miniscule number.

“I make at most philosopher’s stones per year and you cover my tracks in exchange for time with [First]. Deal?”, Albedo extends his hand for a handshake and Kaeya takes it, yet doesn’t shake it, asking instead:

“Can I get to taste [First]?”, he smiles, remembering your face and imagining your body.

“If [First] consents to that, then yes”, Albedo becomes that inexpressive again, yet he can still feel the displeasure and indignation coming from alchemist’s answer.

“I am sure they will, I think they like me”, he finally shakes the other’s arm.

They sit in a silence for a while, before the vial gets completely filled by the “medicine” - Albedo takes out a syringe and injects the mixture into your bloodstream through the veins on the hands. Kaeya smiles even wider, looking how a healthy colour returns to your face - he can’t wait to reap the fruits of this agreement.

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