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𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.
𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.
𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.
Bungou stray dogs.
Port mafia.
Ougai Mori:
My lover part one (yandere)
My lover part two. (Yandere)
Yandere Ougai mori x dazai mother reader x yandere Fukuzawa Yukichi + Platonic yandere dazai part1
Yandere Ougai Mori x dazai mother reader x yandere fukuzawa Yukichi +platonic yandere dazai part 2
Chuuya Nakahara:
Liar: Yandere Chuuya Nakahara x Guild! Male reader.
Smile for me: Yandere chuuya nakahara x fem reader, past sheep member
𝘒𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘒𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 (𝘰𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳) 𝘹 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢
Platonic yandere chuuya x younger brother Male reader
Habit yandere Chuuya x clean obsessed fem reader
Ryounosuke Akutagawa:
I love you: Yandere Atsushi x fem reader x Slight Akutagawa
With s/o And him (fluff yandere)
Kouyou Ozaki.
Smile: slight yandere fem reader x Kouyou Ozaki
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Ada.
Yukichi Fukuzawa:
Yandere Ougai mori x dazai mother reader x yandere Fukuzawa Yukichi + Platonic yandere dazai Part 1
Yandere Ougai Mori x dazai mother reader x yandere fukuzawa Yukichi +platonic yandere dazai part 2
Osamu Dazai:
Alchemists pm teacher! male Reader x Osamu Dazai (yandere)
My pretentious friend - Yandere Beast au Osamu Dazai x Yandere male reader.
A Goal--- Older fem p/m! Reader x yandere Dazai
Adopted bond: Platonic yandere Dazai x big sister reader
Adopted bond: Platonic yandere Dazai x big sister reader.
Yandere Ougai mori x dazai mother reader x yandere Fukuzawa Yukichi + Platonic yandere dazai part1
Yandere Ougai Mori x dazai mother reader x yandere fukuzawa Yukichi +platonic yandere dazai part 2
Yandere: trio dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi (separate) with fem reader with a very low self esteem
Yandere Dazai x Male inumaki reader x yandere Ranpo
Yandere Platonic dazai x twin sister reader x Fyodor
Ranpo Edogawa:
Cursed speech: Yandere Ranpo x male reader x Yandere Poe
Cheater female reader x Yandere Ranpo Edogawa
My silent love- Port Mafia yandere Ranpo x male reader
Yandere Dazai x Male inumaki reader x yandere Ranpo
Doppo Kunikida:
Yandere: trio dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi (separate) with fem reader with a very low self esteem
Atsushi Nakajima:
Beast au, Yandere Atsushi x Male reader.
I love you: Yandere Atsushi x fem reader x slight Akutagawa
Yandere: trio dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi (separate) with fem reader with a very low self esteem
Akiko Yosano:
Memory: Yandere Akiko Yosano x fem reader.
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Overall duo organizations.
Platonic Yandere Ada x child male reader x platonic yandere Port Mafia part 1
Platonic Yandere Ada x child male reader x platonic yandere Port Mafia part 2
Platonic Yandere Ada x child male reader x platonic yandere Port Mafia part3
Yandere BSD various x Zhongli/albedo (male)reader, pet favour
Yandere BSD various x Zhongli/albedo reader (male), Assistant Suhu
Yandere BSD various x Zhongli/albedo reader (male) initiative game.
Yandere BSD Port mafia various x Zhongli/Albedo reader (male) Barge into the room unnoticed.
Yandere Platonice Francis x son reader x yandere ada
Yandere platonic Ada x teen fem reader
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DOA.
Nikolai Gogol:
Yandere Nikolai Gogol x fem reader
Fyodor Dostoevsky:
Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Pʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ Dᴀᴢᴀɪ x ᴛᴡɪɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x Fʏᴏᴅᴏʀ
Cult au, slight nsfw (yandere Fyodor x raiden shogun fem reader)
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Special Division for unusual powers.
Yukito Ayatsuji.
Obessesion, Yandere Yukito Ayatsuji x male albedo/zhongli reader.
Birthday special, Yandere Ayatsuji x male albedo/zhongli reader
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Hunting dogs.
Yandere tecchou x Oc (kiana Komori) x yandere Jouno
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Guild.
Edgar Allan Poe:
Curse speech: yandere Ranpo x male reader x yandere Poe
Louisa May Alcott:
Letter: Yandere g/n reader x Louisa
Francis Scott Fitzgerald
Platonic yandere Francis x son reader x slight yandere ads
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Mashle: Magic muscle and power.
Alder:
Mash Burnedead-
Sickness love hc- yandere Mash x g/n reader
Yandere Alder x venti male reader
Finn Ames-
Yandere Alder x venti male reader
Dot Barrette-
Yandere Alder x venti male reader
Lemon Irvine-
Yandere Alder x venti male reader
Lance Crown-
Yandere Alder x venti male reader
Rayne Ames-
Sickness love hc: Yandere Rayne x g/n reader
Yandere Alder x venti male reader
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Lang.
Milo Genius-
Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader
Abel Walker
Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader
Abyss Razor-
Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader
Wirth Madl
Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader
Love Cute-
Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader
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✩┈┈∘*┈୨୧┈
General Yandere Mashle.
Yunan male reader x various Mashle yandere
Reblooged Yunan reader
Yandere Mashle x (yosano) fem reader
*∘┈┈✩
Genshin Impact
Lynette:
Eyes: Yandere g/n Reader x Lynette
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Moriarty the Patriot.
Sherlock Holmes.
Observation: Yandere sherlock Holmes x male (albedo) reader
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Honkai Star Rail.
Caelus:
Herta space station worker fem! Reader x yandere Caelus
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𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳.
Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Gᴀᴍᴇ Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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Tokyo Revengers.
Takemichi Hanagaki.
G/n Reader x takemichi (angst not yandere)
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Fanart
Venti: (as a crossover)
In Lang! Fanart
Akiko Yosano (as a crossover)
In mashle, alder (fanart)
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If anyone just wants to be friends and talk in Genshin Impact here's my UID: 890294843 Asian Server
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I was just fooling around in love and deepspace
And I decided to pull for Rafayel-
Is this normal? Like I was just fooling around. How the heck did this happen ( ╹▽╹ ). I swear I was just fooling around(I didn't spend diamonds for him)
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words to use when writing
Appetite:
craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal
Arouse:
agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up
Assault:
attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound
Beautiful:
admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting
Brutal:
atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild
Burly:
able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed
Carnal:
animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean
Dangerous:
alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous
Dark:
atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched
Delicious:
enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty
Ecstasy:
delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled
Ecstatic:
delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild
Erotic:
amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing
Gasp:
catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded
Heated:
ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous
Hunger:
appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst
Hungry:
avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting
Intense:
forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous
Liquid:
damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping
Lithe:
agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry
Moan:
beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl
Moving:
(exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling
Need:
compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen
Pain:
ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart
Painful:
aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded
Perverted:
aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile
Pleasurable:
charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent
Pleasure:
bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven
Rapacious:
avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering
Rapture:
bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy
Rigid:
adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering
Sudden:
abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning
Thrust:
(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel
(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick
Thunder-struck:
amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback
Torment:
agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe
Touch:
(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap
(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize
Wet:
bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water
Wicked:
abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched
Writhe:
agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank
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people are calling what happened today in gaza “the flour massacre”
the flour massacre
these people just wanted to get food for their families, something as basic as flour, one of the things that the very core of humanity is built on, and israel used it as a trap to murder them in cold blood
evil is not enough of a word. there is not a word to describe what they are doing to palestine. they are bleeding her out, they are torturing her and crushing her and hoping that nothing is left to remember her by when they are done. how can anyone stand and watch what is being done with indifference? how can you watch this level of human suffering, this crime against life and feel nothing, do nothing
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Moving on - Dan Heng
Gender neutral reader, reader is considered the "doctor" of the trailblazers in this fic. When they confess to Dan Heng, it doesn't go well. After the trio go off for Jarilo-VI, you decide to go down the moment you know Dan would be asleep so you can make the planet your forever home.
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You were a brilliant doctor, the express crew agreed. You would perform regular checks on the crew, even Pom-Pom at times, and there were times you were part of the expedition. While you got on with the crew, you developed a sizeable crush on one Dan Heng. He had been on your radar for a good while, especially after he had showed signs of returning the feelings.
When you confessed to him one night, he stopped you quickly.
"I'm sorry, but it wouldn't work." Dan Heng explains plainly. He thinks to himself before deciding to knuckle down with this rejection of his. "I'm surprised you haven't realised I don't return these feelings of yours. Surely you've seen how often I stay away from you, in comparison to our peers."
"I thought you liked me back, I picked up the glances you took." You explain, grounding yourself.
"I glance at everyone. You aren't special."
God it hurt him to see you flinch at his cold words, but this was his only way of keeping you from him. Before he could retreat and apologise for lying to you, he merely walks back to his room.
When Dan Heng, March and the newcomer had left the ship, you emerged from your office to approach Welt with your notes.
"Good evening, doctor." Welt hums, glancing at the pile of notes you had waiting for him. "Oh, what's this about?"
"I've decided to disembark this ship. Before I go, I wanted to train someone to take my place and you were the person that came to mind." You explain.
Welt knew something must have happened between you and Dan Heng, but he decides not to pry in. He could tell by your look that you were past the point of convincing to stay.
"As long as you can talk me through your works." Welt responds, you nodding as you go to the first page.
It, thankfully, didn't take too long. Your notes were comprehensive, and Welt knew all the terms. He requested to take photos of your notes, which you agree to, before you gather your notes up and leave, selecting Boulder Town as your data showed that this point was the most recent spot and, chances were, Dan Heng was fast asleep.
"Look after your heart, kiddo." Welt recommended, you nodding before leaving.
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After asking around, the locals point you to Natasha. While you had no official training, Natasha took a look at your notes before deciding to give you a chance to work alongside her. She decides not to pry into your past, opting to keep an eye on you in the case that you were not suitable to work in this sector.
Natasha has been able to get some more sleep thanks to your presence, you looking after patients and calling for her when you knew you needed a spare pair of hands instead of the patient having to do so.
The times you heard Dan Heng, March 7th or 'unnamed' were due to come along for a meeting, you would busy yourself in the community while they were there. You couldn't fathom the embarrassment of seeing him again, knowing you were fraternising by entertaining the idea of a romantic relationship with him.
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When the rest of the crew were back, Dan Heng does his usual 'I need to get my check-up' excuse to see you. He goes along to your office, only to see no trace of you. You must just need a few more days by yourself, he thinks, returning to his room.
He wakes up, the next destination has been hopped to, and when he returns to the main room he's concerned when Welt is carrying out the check-ups you'd be doing.
"Where's _?" Dan Heng asks, everyone turning to see him there. "Respectfully, I trust them more with medical concerns."
"... You really don't know?" March hesitates, the awkwardness settling in. "They left. They're now working with Natasha permanently, did they not tell you?"
"If your concerns are regarding my lack of training, rest assured I have added their notes to your data bank." Welt states, Dan Heng not feeling the least bit assured.
By pushing you away for your 'safety' from his past, Dan Heng failed to consider the possibility that you would leave the astral express permanently just to get away from the embarrassment of a rejection.
Even when he tries to send you messages, sending you pictures of bruises and wounds in an effort to get some response, he doesn't hear back from you. It's at that moment that he realises that actually, there was no benefit to rejecting you. Both of you had been hurt by it, and the astral express lost a good doctor.
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Hello again, I have slid into your requests to ask of your opinion on a very important topic.
Yan! Fontaine characters with a Blade-like S/O. (HSR blade)
Instead of Mara, darling would have become Immortal from the cataclysm. Even funnier, instead of serving Elio, Blade! Darling would work for the abyss order (They said that they’ll help Blade! Darling die if they do✨✨)
Yan! Character: *Rambling on about how much they love Blade! Darling*
Blade! Darling: I want to die.
So far, we haven't heard shit about the Abyss in a while, but I do kinda think that they'd be at least a little interested in preventing the flooding of Fontaine, even if it's just as a "fuck you" to Celestia. But they could also be 100% indiferent to the whole thing, given how they don't really care about humans at all and look out for themselves.
I guess that Blade!Darling would be in a situation similar to Skirk; trying to stop the Narwhal. Also they were also probably hoping that they'd die by getting eaten by the whale, but that didn't happen.
I'm just imagining Darling showing up at the Opera house, dragging the corpse of their latest victim, admitting that they committed a murder and ask to be given the death penalty. But due to a certain Iudex's biases, they were put in jail in stead.
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Mediation
Yan!Jealuc x Reader
Word Count: 6,579
“If you want peace, you don’t talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.”
Once upon a time, a king received a prophecy that he would defeat a great evil and bring an age of prosperity and peace to the kingdom.
The king's generals and soldiers ready their blades, but the king does not call for them.
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"Viktor."
"Yes, [First]?" The agent in question straightens immediately at your prompting.
"At ease," You wave quickly in dismissal. "You usually are around the Favonius Cathedral, correct?"
He's confused, but at least he relaxed enough to answer back. "Yes, I am. What about it?"
Out of all your colleagues within Mondstadt, your newly assigned assistant Viktor has the most empathy and ability to sympathize with others. You know this, because the little girl in front of you proves it.
"Lily, is it?" You crouch down to her height to let view you at her height. Next to you, Viktor shifts uneasily but you pay no mind. You were not here to rat him out.
“Yeah!” A cheerful girl with curiosity glinting in her eyes. “Are you Mr. Fatooi’s friend?”
“Hey, watch your tongue—“
“Viktor, it’s fine, she doesn’t mean anything by it.” You smile indulgently at the girl,
He sputters and you watch in amusement as he tries to recover, “But you are a highly respected diplomat and should be treated as such! The Fatui around here—“
Oh dear. This man seemed to be under the impression that he was assigned to a respectable diplomat (or what the Fatui considered respectable). How he hasn’t heard the rumors that swirl around in the ranks is beyond you, but you’re grateful for the fact he won’t sneer when you turn your back.
For now, anyway.
No matter. Your first step is to establish trust with the city, and to do that, you must take the time to know what makes Monstadt, really Monstadt.
“Tell me, Lily, what do you like about Mondstadt?”
So you talk with the locals. Slowly but surely, their apprehensive stances and stiff words melt away like ice as you converse further with them, learning more about them not only as people, but as individuals.
You help around with chores, little deeds that needed a little push. You even help deliver food and. flowers for shops. Learned that you could go to a coordinator somewhere in the city if you really wanted to help out the citizenry. Some of the citizens comment about how a strange traveler, one who brought the wind and stars to Mondstadt, used to help them with these little mundane things. Nowadays, with him searching for his sister in farther lands, there is little to no sign of him returning for a good period of time.
"What are you doing?" Viktor is the one who stops following you down the stone steps, starting to actually process what he’s doing.
Ah. And finally, he speaks. “What do you mean?”
"I thought we would be talking over plans about how...I don't know, scheming to get a business deal! This is…this is just errand work!"
It was always the ones who were unsure of their place, but proud and loyal to the Tsaritsa that always exploded like this. When you were transferred here from the hot deserts of Natlan, you were the one who found him lingering on the edges of your circle of diplomats. Found out he was discarded by his supervisor to wander aimlessly with nothing to do. When you questioned her why, she sneered and said he was an eyesore.
Perhaps you were more alike than you thought. Forgotten and laughed at, until useful to whatever machinations tugged at both of your puppet strings.
Tilting your head, you survey the frustrated man before you.
“Would you rather I let Kicevo know you would like to work with Lyudmila instead?”
He blanches, as if he was whipped. “N-No! It’s just—“
You watch as he struggles with his words and quietly supplement, “…You just thought that you would finally be able to do something more than grunt work?”
He stays silent, but it seems you hit the nail on the head.
“Listen, Viktor,” You start, crossing your arms, sucking your teeth and trying to figure out how to word your next thought carefully. “If you would like to learn such methods, I can happily send you along to another diplomat like Mikhail to work with, no blackmail at all.”
He looks up at you in confusion.
“But seeing as how you are with Lily and even the nuns…” He jolts as though he’s been stung by electro. “Is that what you really want?”
His silence speaks volumes and you let those words sink in when you continue down the steps to the coordinator.
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Instead, he works on strengthening his relations with his subjects, hearing their grievances even when he becomes sick and old and bedridden.
A frustrated general demands: “Your majesty, how will you defeat the prophesied evil now? You have become old and weak!”
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Nimrod was a good drinking buddy you made in Mondstadt, but at times he could be rather…idiotic. You hoped sincerely that this little habit would not cause more cracks in the relationship with his wife Eury.
“Good Archons, you’ve drunk….so much.” You sigh as the man snores on your shoulder, passed out completely to the world. You were hoping to get a nightcap at Angel’s Share before you headed to bed, but seeing him passed out on the table made you decide to pass for the night.
“You are so lucky that I decided to pass on that Death After Noon cup—“ You’re cut off when a sharp point is pressed to your skin.
“Put him down slowly and put your hands up.”
You gently place Nimrod upon the ground, taking care not to bump him more than necessary. Putting your hands up in a show of peace, you survey the man holding a claymore to your throat. Red hair, red eyes—there’s no mistake, the person standing before you is a Ragnvindr. A pyro vision blazes in the dark of the night, and you faintly remember how Monstadtians gossip about how fire runs in the prestigious family’s veins.
“I’m warning you Fatui, one more step and I’ll—“
A groan interrupts that sentence and you both look at poor Nimrod who is still dead drunk and passed out, but now on the ground.
“Sir, I’m unarmed. And even if I had a weapon, I wouldn’t know how to use it.”
“Resorting to lying now? That won’t work here.” He retorts, absolutely sure you’re trying to get his guard down, but your expression doesn’t change.
“Must you really beat me up to reassure yourself I’m not lying?” You roll your eyes, flagrantly pushing his blade to the side with your finger tip, uncaring of the cloth of your gloves ripping at the sharp tip and causing the skin underneath to bleed. “Relax, I was just getting him home.”
You don’t even think twice when you turn your back on the man. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got better things to do than fight you. Like, you know, helping people.” You shift an arm around Nimrod once more and help him to his feet as you start coralling him gently towards the direction of his home.
You hear an unconvinced scoff echo behind you but you don’t acknowledge it.
Even if it weren’t for the knowledge of him following you, you feel burning eyes sear into your back, all the way until you return back to your living quarters at Goth Hotel.
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A youth who had come to the castle to have an audience with the king, with incredulousness in his eyes, looked at the general.
There is no evil, he says. The king eradicated poverty, housed the homeless, taught the ignorant, ended exploitation by abolishing the nobility and imprisoning the corrupt, and started up a respectable guild of knowledgable doctors to help the public. There are no thieves or gangs, because there is enough wealth for the people to live comfortably.
The kingdom was at peace.
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Jean is startled when she realizes that her workload is decreasing.
Somewhat happy, as it means there’s no trouble afoot in Monstadt, yet alarmed, as she knows this kind of peace did not come without a price. After usually being busy up to her gills, she's now unsure of the free periods of time and restlessness in her bones.
When she inquires after her trusted colleagues, she gets the same answer.
“My, Jean, do relax, without some breaks, you’re sure to collapse. I’m sure if there’s anything we need your help with, we will let you know.”
"No worries Jean, there hasn't been anything big happening! We got the food deliveries taken care of."
"Ah, Jean…no, Margaret hasn't come in about Prince. Surprising, wouldn’t you say?"
And all signs lead to a specific person.
"Goooood morning Master Jean!"
You greet her cheerfully as if you aren't perched precariously on a tall cedar tree, leaves stuck in your hair and moss on your fingertips. She watches with trepidation as you easily pluck the cat off the tree branch you're climbing.
"Wait, please be careful—"
"It's alright, Master Jean, I got this!" Cradling the cat in your arms, you maneuver your way off the branch and shimmy down the trunk. She briefly examines you for any injuries, but besides the minor scratches that litter your hands and arms, there isn’t anything too life threatening.
She recognizes you, if only barely. Fatui members may all look the same, their masks blurring their faces together in one big unmemorable blob, but she recognizes you specifically because you choose not to don your mask. Whether that is out of defiance or forgetfulness, she has yet to discern.
"Please leave such things to me, I can't imagine if something happened to you. It is my duty to look after—"
"It may be your duty, Master Jean, but you're gonna run yourself dead if you keep going like this." Scratching at the cat's ears you coo at it, bouncing it up and down in your arms. Jean's heart stutters at your soft voice coddling the cat within your arms and for a split second, she wants to be in the cat's position.
You turn to look at her and she’s all too aware of how pretty your face is without the mask as a smile blooms on your lips. "Relax, I got this. You should get going on more important stuff."
"Oh no, please, let me accompany you. I wouldn't feel right to leave you like this." Jean doesn’t want to admit it, but she wouldn’t be lying if she wasn’t just accompanying you because of the way your eyes shine in the sunlight.
You shrug but don't protest further, making your way back with Master Jean by your side.
Magaret is in happy tears when she sees you triumphantly return with her cat.
“Oh such a scoundrel, this cat, I swear!” She huffs, cradling her cat closely. Said scoundrel was purring up a storm in her arms, smug at the attention it garnered from his owner.
You laugh in response, and Jean can’t help but admire how clear it rings in the air. “That’s just how cats are, there one moment and the next, out your door. They go where they want to in the end.”
“Well, thank you for finding him, if you ever decide to come to Cat’s Tail, we’ll give you a drink on the house!”
“Will do!”
Jean observes as you cheerfully wave at her retreating back as you turn to look back at her.
“Thank you for helping Margaret with Prince…” She’s unsure of what to say, her thoughts in a panicked disarray at your glimmering eyes staring at her. “I—“
“Grand Master!” A frantic knight comes running up to the woman. “There’s a situation we need your help with at the gates!”
“Lead the way, Swan.” immediately she is on high alert, hand ready upon her sword hilt. She gives a polite bow of farewell to you, but you spot the guilt on her face as she turns away.
You watch her hurry after the poor knight, feeling rather sorry for how she’s clearly overworked.
After waiting a moment, you break the silence.
"You know, I may not be skilled in combat but I know when someone is following me, Master Diluc."
And out of the shadows of the looming buildings, he appears at your side, glowering.
"Stay away from them, Fatui. You have no business with the Acting Grand Master nor with the citizens. If you’re scheming something—“
"Is that all you have to say to me?" You reply calmly. For someone he’s threatened rather readily with his blade, you’re still rather bold for not being affected at all by his hostile tone and stance. Is it because you’re used to this kind of treatment?
“I mean it. Stay away from Jean—”
"Jean?" You turn and pin him with a questioning look.
Too late, the Dark Night Hero's face light flush cannot be hidden in the sunny daylight and you take note of it with growing interest. He opens his mouth and quickly shuts it, realizing that he has said too much. Crossing his arms, he turns to look to the side to retain some form of dignity.
"...I see." Your mischievous tone makes him shift uneasily.
You've seen how the Acting Grand Master and the Ragnvindr heir acted around each other. Always not saying what they meant to say, words lost on their tongues as they gazed into each other's eyes with so much emotion you were sure at some point it would burst from their pores. How Master Jean would avert her eyes with a girlish blush when speaking sincerely about Master Diluc, and him in turn, subtly bending all the rules for her, forever yearning for the day she would be able to read his burning love in the actions.
You may be many things, but you were not a fool.
“In that case, I'll take my leave as you wish.” Diluc’s eyes widen a fraction before returning to their half lidded disinterest and suspicion.
His eyes continue to trail after your form, resolving to make sure to keep an eye on you. You were too dangerous to leave around unchecked, he kept assuring himself. And now that you learned of his lo—his attachment, to Jean, you must be under surveillance to not let a slight chance of harm happen to her nor the citizens. And if there does come a moment where you force his hand, well…
He’s burned enough bodies in her name—what’s one more to add to the pile?
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Hertha is the one who first clues her in on your understated actions.
“Oh yes, [First] has been a great help with commissions and even organizing teams for bounties—we haven’t had to worry too much about manpower at all.”
Jean is startled when the coordinator continues her reporting as if she didn’t just disclose that a Fatui member of all people—much less a diplomat—was helping out the Knights of Favonius. Not only that, but personally arranging Fatui members to work in collaboration with them was practically unheard of.
“Come again?” She quickly inserts, in disbelief.
“You know, [First]? I’m sure you’re aware of the more amiable Fatui diplomat? Celestia above, if only they had more people within their ranks who had half the manners of that one.”
Jean blinks rapidly, processing what the Captain uttered. It would be long after the talk and when she is staring down the dried ink showing your name that it actually registers in her overworked mind that you’ve been helping the Knights of Favonius.
But why?
"Master Jean, you have a visitor.”
When she heard those words, the last thing she expected was for you to show up with a cheerful grin and a penchant to drag her into forced breaks. It’s not long until you bring her the paperwork that the everyday citizens have trusted to you: papers that range from tax work, to commissions, and even daily complaints about something minor or the other.
“Where do you find the time for this?” She asks you one day when you show up as usual in her office. “I thought you were a diplomat?”
You give a noncommittal shrug, “I don’t get assigned that many tasks. I’m just here just to make sure relations between Monstadt and Snezhnaya continue to remain favorable.”
“I see…” You’re anxiously fiddling with your mask now and not meeting her eyes and she realizes you’re trying to dodge the subject. “But surely you’re an important person for the negotiations, yes?”
You bark out a laugh, and she’s startled at the bitter tone seeping from it.
“Sorry,” Noticing that you startled her, you apologize. “It’s just that…mm, how should I say this? Many of the Fatui disapprove of my methods in negotiation. Because of that, a lot of them view it as…shameful when they must ask for my help.”
Jean is left pondering upon your explanation when you leave. Were you a black sheep in the Fatui? It would make sense, seeing as how you went about in Monstadt, treating everyone around you with the same decency as you would with your coworkers. For the first time in a long while, she feels a roaring anger and pain like never before. You were earnest, always trying to help to the best to your ability and the fact your allies looked down on you for your extraordinary abilities to help others was something that greatly angered her deeply.
This was not the first time she thought about asking you to join the Knights of Favonius, but it was the first time she seriously considered it.
She’s dragged from those stormy thoughts one particularly slow day as you come in again, but this time, with a mischievous grin on your face and basket in hand.
She starts sputtering when you gently set aside the paperwork she’s working on and puts down the basket.
“[First], what’s the meaning of this?”
“Master Jean, when was the last time you slept?” You inquired frankly, breaking her out of her trance.
“I…” If she was truly honest, she could not recall. “Just enough to function. Thank you for your concern but—“
“Nope! Nope, that’s not an answer!” You scold, waving a finger in front of her, and her eyes crisscross momentarily at the close movement. “You need your rest to work properly. Everyone’s worried, you know?”
“But-“
“No buts! You are going to eat and we’re getting you into bed!”
“But my work—“
“Sir Kaeya and Miss Lisa will take care of everything, don’t worry. Even Amber is going to pitch in!”
“Huh? How did you—?”
“Oh, I bribed Sir Kaeya with a couple bottles of Dandelion wine!” You reply cheerfully, tugging her to stand and ushering her out the door with surprising speed. “And told Miss Lisa I would handle any overdue book returners for a couple days. So don’t worry, I think Monstadt is in capable hands.”
Knowing Lisa and Kaeya was handling it made her heart calm, but there still lingered an anxiety; was it really alright for her to relax, when there was so much to be done for Monstadt? When she should be dedicating her time and energy to bettering the city?
Dandelion, dandelion, ride the wind to a faraway land
You take her to sit out in the fields of dandelions, just outside of Mondstadt. The air is warm, but not too hot, and the breeze is refreshing. Cider Lake sparkles under the night sky and she can’t help but blush knowing that…well, in those romance novels that Lisa gave her, that this is the perfect romantic date setup.
There’s crickets chirping as you urge her to eat and surprisingly, she doesn’t think about work when she stares into your worried eyes, heart beating ever faster.
The two of you make pleasant conversation, and you think for once that you may have distracted her.
“[First], thank you. For everything you’ve done to help me and Monstadt.” You look back at her from the scenery, moonlight kissing her sweetly, azure diamonds shining in her eyes.
“If there ever comes a day you feel alone and need help, please call for me, [First]. No matter what, I will fully support you in your endeavors. For you, I will work harder to make sure Mondstadt remains a place of peace.”
You shake your head, a wry grin on your face. There’s no getting to her. Jean’s devotion to Mondstadt will always remain unwavering—not unlike a certain admirer of hers in the shadows.
“You know I appreciate it, but I think Master Diluc would like to hear that from you more than me.” While you know about her feelngs, you can’t help but tease her relentlessly about her crush.
Ah there it is, that blush and her eyes averting from yours. “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about—“
The two of you continue laughing hushedly into the night, unaware of a presence skulking in the shadows of the trees nearby, pale face pink underneath the dark shadows.
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Evil is a festering weed, explained the youth. It grows in broken roads, deteriorating homes, and forgotten places, rooted in indifference and inaction.
But the king demands that broken things be mended and suffering people are tended to.’
-
You wished your superior would give you a heads up before dumping you unprepared into a negotiation talk. While others said your negotiation skills were legendary(when they wanted to acknowledge it, not you, otherwise you would be deemed too haughty for your own good), you sincerely disagreed—you had good socialization skills; not good negotiation skills.
Now looking at the very person you had to negotiate with, you really wished your superior thought about it before she sent you as the sacrificial lamb.
“Master Diluc…wow what a coincidence,” You laugh lightly, nodding politely at the maid who let you in. “How have you been lately?”
“Spare me the formalities. I see that the Fatui have fallen rather far to have sent you to negotiate with me.”
Straight to the point as usual. A trait you would admire but in this situation it puts more pressure on you. And you can’t refute the scathing comment on your presence: there was a reason you were sent as a last resort. The higher ups may heavily dislike your pacifist methods of how you went about things, but when all avenues have been exhausted, your methods have never failed to deliver.
Still, it’s rather hurtful to hear that from the winery heir of all people.
“Hah…” You sighed internally, deigning not to respond to his snub. You silently wonder if you can even get him to come to even a mutual trust by the end of your meeting. You slide him the contract that laid out the terms of agreement, but before you can even open your mouth, he speaks.
“I see you’ve grown close with Jean.”
The statement that’s spat with such derision makes you quickly look at him again, eyebrows raised.
“She’s a sweetheart. I can see why all of Monstadt adores her.” And why he loves her, is left unsaid but lingering in the air. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he sounded petulant, a jealous child crying about how someone else was playing with his toy. Diluc’s eyes narrow, and you’re left with a trepidation that your answer may have stirred something deep within the man.
“She may trust you, but I do not. If you ever touch her—”
“Master Diluc.” He stops, nose flaring at you daring to interrupt.
“I don’t establish false bonds despite what you believe about the Fatui.” You remove your mask to your head in favor of looking at him directly in the eyes. “When people call upon my services, they don’t call me for my combat ability or for cunning negotiation skills. They call upon me to make common ground when there isn’t any.”
“...” He doesn’t say anything in response but his defensive stance relaxes and you take this as permission to continue.
"I deeply respect Jean, and I would never try to hurt her in any way. It hurts me to know you suspect me of that." You sigh, shoulders sagging in weariness. "But Master Diluc, your overprotectiveness is a bit unfounded, you know. She is a strong, capable woman by her own right. And has been leading Monstadt quite reliably, I might add, although unfortunately at the cost of her own health."
“So you understand now, don’t you?” His eyes burn into yours, and if you dared look closer you would see that the blood in his eyes would be molten fire. "Why I can’t just leave it alone? She has no one to look after her, and those knights are a joke.”
He refuses to let her slip out of his grasp. He’s dealt with the unimaginable pain of losing a loved one. Did you know what that's like? Having your loved one die in your very arms? With the way you hold your naive and idealistic views and methods of peace, he thinks not. Peace…he wants to scoff. There was no way in the world you could get away with merely choosing to shake hands with the enemy and everything would be sunshine and rainbows.
You stay silent, and Diluc is surprised to not find pity in your eyes. Maybe you didn’t know his story, the rumors that circulate around Mondstadt have become half truths, half lies. It doesn’t matter. He’s glad. The pitying stares he got from the knights, the citizens, and even from Kaeya—how useless it all is in the end.
"I am truly sorry for whatever you have gone through, but that doesn't justify the…this…this obsession you have over Master Jean."
You bow your head and get up from your armchair to leave. There is no point in staying, if all he is here for is to throw at you how much he doesn’t trust you. If he’s not even willing to hear you out, you’ll end it for now. “I wish you a pleasant evening, Master Diluc. I’m sure my more...skilled...coworkers would love to pick up the negotiations at a more optimal time.“
He’s left to brood in his own thoughts on why this doesn’t feel like a victory for him. How there’s a sour taste on his tongue, knowing he is the one to blame for the acidic barbs he threw at you, all because of the jealousy he had festering inside him as he watched as you claimed the spot he always yearned for: at Jean’s side. He’s only left with the memory of your clear, hurt eyes embedded in his very head.
When did he become tolerant of your presence? Most of all, when had he started to yearn for it too?
But he has no one to blame but himself now, for he has neither your comforting words nor Jean’s soothing presence.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he looks down at the contract you give him.
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‘There is no evil,’ says the youth. ‘It had starved to death before I was born.’
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The contract that the Fatui wanted was a business deal with Master Diluc and his wineries and other branching businesses. It was a big deal and would’ve been the first contract between Snezhnaya and Monstadt that would’ve doubled as its show of national alliance. Of course, this was not only a deal that had to be approved by him but also, the Acting Grand Master.
After the whole disaster negotiation with Master Diluc, you half expected to both be fired from your role and cast out as an outsider forever, fated to always be remembered as the person who pissed off Diluc the fastest in history. While being fired was not the end of the world for you, you would suppose that would be an embarrassing thing to get fired for.
Somehow, the contract was approved.
You thought you were dreaming when the knights informed you. Rather, it was Kaeya who informed you, and you were sure the Cavalry Captain was lying to you to get a reaction from you.
“You’re joking.”
“I am not, my dear [First],” He waggles his finger in front of you, a mug containing Dandelion wine secured tightly in his other hand. “Why, you can even confirm with our dear Jean herself if you don’t believe me.”
“Seeing as how you’re not drunk yet, I think I can rest assured you’re not lying,” You snort, “Only you would utter such absurd things when sober.”
Ignoring Kaeya’s dramatic pained faint, you decide to report back to your superior.
"You've done it." Your supervisor says with raised eyebrows and a disbelieving tone.
"I've done it." You echoed back with a teasing lilt to your tone.
Your supervisor only shakes her head as she shuffles through the written reports you handed her. The fact you have secured a pact from both the Acting Grand Master and Master Ragnvindr is no small feat, and she gazes at you with new eyes.
"I’ve talked with the higher ups and we decided that your efforts are desperately needed in Liyue." Your supervisor hands you another stack of papers and you take it, scanning them briefly. "We're...in need of some of your diplomacy after the recent events."
You recall the incident at the Golden House and its aftermath and sigh deeply. The Eleventh Harbringer, Tartaglia, was known by all members for being a wild card. Newbie recruits who were initiated into the Fatui by him were always somewhat traumatized. Seems that reputation has not been exaggerated. "Sounds like I got my work cut out for me. When should I leave?"
"Preferably as soon as possible." Kicevo waves her hand in dismissal. "Your talents are wasted in this lackadaisy country. You would be better suited to serving our Highness in Liyue."
Talents, huh? Is that what they’re calling it now? When something goes the way they want to for them, now they decide to finally stop looking down on you. They used to call you stupid for thinking there was a way without all the violence and double-crossing.
A hot, bitter feeling surfaces, but you quickly push it down. "Alright, thank you. Take care." You wish her well, despite feeling jagged words on your tongue.
The sun is high, casting a warm glow over the bustling city of wind. A melancholic feeling latches onto your heart as you watch as familiar faces came and went underneath the street lamps. You would've liked to have stayed a bit longer in Mondstadt, but duties call, and your loyalty first and foremost was to your Tsarita.
However, you would not dare part from this charming city without having said your goodbyes. To Viktor, to Lily, Margaret, Hertha…
And so you did just that, even cooking some tea break pancakes to give to Victor and Lily. You thought you saw a hint of tears underneath the cold mask, but you don’t say anything, not when you also feel sad at having to say goodbye to a wonderful assistant and newly found friend.
The sun is setting when you decide to also say goodbye to the Acting Grand Master and the knights.
"Oh my." Is all you can say as your wide eyes meet the scene in front of you.
Jean squeals with surprise once she sees you standing at the door. Legs and arms messily entangled together, Diluc and Jean were clearly in the middle of something risqué. Jean’s cape was discarded at the side of the couch, her tube top slipping to show a scandalous amount of decolletage, her smooth skin glinting in the firelight. Drool traveled down on the side of the plump, kiss swollen lips, and you swear you spot smears of baby pink on Diluc’s lips as well.
Diluc on the other side also was quite a mess; coat discarded, soft hair messily cascading over his shoulders, and his immaculate button up shirt ripped open to a generous expanse of his toned chest, tie hanging barely on his shoulders. The scene overall was quite scandalous and even had blood rushing to your face as well.
"Ah, don't mind me, obviously I came at the wrong time—" Nonetheless you can't hide the huge shit-eating grin that threatens to split your face. You go to close the door, resigning to meet the two within at a….less incriminating time when a familiar irritated baritone voice rings out.
"Get back in here or I will drag you back myself."
Deciding that you didn’t want the wrath of a Ragnvindr to follow you for the rest of your days, you sheepishly slink back into the room, closing the door behind you discreetly. You want to laugh at the position you caught them in, but refrain. At least your goodbyes will be left on a lighter note.
"Can I assume that wedding bells will be ringing shortly?" You ask innocently as you take a seat in front of the couple in a lone armchair, not quite meeting their eyes in respect to their…indress.
"Quit gloating." Diluc shoots you a fiery glare but you can't take him very seriously when he's struggling to fix his fancy tie and button up his shirt. "You're just as bad as Kaeya."
"Is that a compliment, Master Diluc?" Your shit eating grin is back in full force and Jean's face grows even more red. "I'm flattered to know my schemes are as elegant as his."
“[First].” Jean coughs into her hand, but you continue.
“Oh come on, can you blame me? The Acting Grand Master Jean and Master Diluc, together!” You cackle evilly. "I do hope I'm invited to the reception. Is it too soon to ask about your honeymoon?"
Diluc groans, tugging his tie back on roughly, “Are you seriously here to gloat about that?”
Your smile and charade quickly fades, the reminder of the reason why you’re here making you somber again. "No...I came to tell you—well, Jean—that I'll be departing from Monstadt soon."
Diluc stops fixing his tie and Jean's black hair ribbon falls to the ground out of her slack hands.
"You're what?"
"My work here is done, my superiors want me to head to Liyue." You succinctly explain, waving your hand carelessly. "I came to say goodbye to the good friends I've made in Mondstadt before I’m shipped off."
A silence permeates the room and you're disturbed by the eeriness of the stares you garner from both of them.
Diluc is thrown back to a time where his actions haunt him even now. He’s yelling, screaming, and betrayed blue eyes are looking back at him. He’s forced to rewatch him turn his back, and the scene rewinds repeatedly like a broken record player, but now the figure is you and he can’t breathe for a moment.
“Promise me, Diluc, that if they try to leave, you’ll be gentle.” She pleads, clutching his hands tightly. Hot breath tickles her cheek.
Jean thought she was dreaming. It had to be a bad dream, she thinks, just a bad dream. She would wake up any moment now and she would find herself on her desk, fallen asleep on her paperwork. She wouldn’t have known someone’s love for her, she wouldn’t know the care of another, not if you weren’t here. Your smiles, your laughs, your happy tea breaks—What was it all for? When you're leaving Monstadt?
“…I’ll try.” Is what she gets. A passion filled kiss is seared upon her lips, and her mind goes blank.
“Jean.” Diluc states, his piercing stare sharpening and a cold fear prickles your skin.
“Diluc, dear, wait—“ Jean breaks her panicked stare to Diluc, a trembling arm reaching out for him. Diluc shrugs it off as he stands up and a feeling of unease overwhelms you as he begins to take ominous steps towards you.
“W-What is—?” A cold sweat was trickling down you get up quickly and try to backtrack, your gut screaming at you. Suddenly you’re viscerally reminded of how you have no Vision, no Delusion to your name and realize in chilling horror that Diluc and Jean are two Vision holders, and well known to be incredibly powerful. Where they have experience with utilizing their vision and blades, your only combat exploits were diplomatic battles.
But they wouldn’t hurt you. Right?
The door was too far. In the end, by the time your hand is reaching for the door knob, Diluc pins you down to the floor by your neck in a burning chokehold. You think you scream—why else that all of a sudden the chokehold grows white hot, burning into your very veins?
Will your body end up being singed and melded with that raging fire of his?
“Oh, [First], I’m so sorry,” Jean is sobbing above you and her gentle hands are on your cheeks, a cooling sensation despite the burning contrast of Diluc’s hands around your neck. Will she be the one to fan the flames of Diluc’s insanity higher?
Was this how your fate would end? Was everyone else right? That to offer your hand to help to those in need, was the action that led you to your doom? You think of Mikhail, ruthless to anyone outside of the Fatui, always ready to pounce on an opportunity to take advantage of other people, no matter the tragic situation. About how Her Highness’s Harbringers, powerful individuals without a care for others, remain unscathed at the top. Should you have taken that path to save yourself?
You should struggle. Kick, bite, anything. But there’s a defeated heartbreak in your body, and as blackness dots your vision, you resign yourself to death, wishing that you could’ve at least died with more dignity instead of being backstabbed by the two people that you thought you could trust.
When your [color] eyes close as you pass out from the excruciating pain, Jean is the one crying and holding you close. She knows how this is wrong, wrong to strip you of your wings to fly to your heart’s content. She knows, and yet she can’t bring herself to care as long as you were with her and Diluc.
“I tried…I’m sorry.” Diluc, at first look, doesn’t seem to be affected, but she sees how his hands flex and how he struggles to steady his breath. Though his feelings for you were new and raw, Jean had no doubt how his doubt and guilt was raging through his body for treating you so harshly. She knows that with time, one day he’ll be able to speak his feelings for you too, just as he did for her. Just as she will for you, once you wake up.
She shakes her head, cradling your head against her warm chest, stroking your hair. “It’s okay.” It was still painful, but she knew what Diluc was trying to do. You were here, in their arms, and you were safe. So long as you were with them, you would always be safe.
A soft kiss is pressed to the side of her head and then to your forehead, and Diluc is the one to stand up first.
“Let’s get them home.”
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Imagine if reader decides to teach the aranara some swear words 💀
Would be especially funny in sagau (imposter ver), just imagine the archons, except for Nahida, trying to find you but ending up dealing with very angry walking cabbages who cuss every 2 sentences
Venti: "Please! We just want to visit their Excellency-"
Arama: "Big nara, Arama suggests that nara shuts his goofy ass up before Arama kicks his ass all the way back to Sarva :]"
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Champion x Jujutsu Kaisen Reader
You had to admit, finding yourself, standing in front of Hyrule's very champion circling around you, wasn't the first thing off the list of 'saving the world'. You observe how their eye glint reflected from the highest day below you; all held with a curious eye, distrust, intrigue, and passion.
Could it be your school uniform, or could that be the blood covered you. It your blood, so never mind where is the battle. Where is Itadori, that boy need some one to one talk.
Now you standing feeling the breeze touch your face. Simple thing make it all the better, especially running from the whole 4 kingdom coming at yo ass.
Thankfully that is not the first time having a group falling over you, you hope it is not lifeless. You prefer to keep it clean, and negotiate. But you can't do that with a game of tag.
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Ooh, your fic for Sahsrau was super fun to read!!! And honwstly its cooking ideas in my brain about saghsr!!
But quick question: How do you think does it feels for the characters to be guided by us? Do you think they get tired from running across maps, or do they just somehow have infinite stamina without being tired as we, the player, do? (I'd feel super guilty if it wasn't the case and they just suffered from crippling exhaustion but prompted to push on despite it ( ´△｀))
Thank you for the kind words!! I actually had to think about this for a while...
Hmm.... well, in my au, their newfound devotion to the Aeon of Unity basically makes them sort of forget that they have to rest, but no worries, their Aeon always lets them rest and recover from all the running and fighting. Such a merciful being indeed, though some of them find unity in the suffering, all for their Aeon, i suppose.
As for how they feel.... groups like the Astral Express and the Knights of Beauty are quite welcoming of the Aeon, mostly due to their lack of one. Some of the knights even wax poetic about how the Aeon was fated to bless and protect them after their Aeons passing. While the Loufu, and the people of Jarillo-VI think of them as a helpful and supportive god. The Genius society is still trying to figure out what this new Aeon is.
The stellaron hunters, though.... let's just say they are the most devoted ones. Elio, especially as destiny's slave and seeing the future the new Aeon will lead them to.
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Best Night Ever
Pairing: Inumaki x Female Reader
Summary: You and Inumaki have been together for a while. He's amazing however, there is something you want to hear him say. And on a date one day, he did the unexpected.
Setting: Canon setting
Tags: Fluff, established relationship(is this correct?)
A/n: This is my first fanfic so sorry if it's bad(I think it's too long and descriptive for a first. And I feel like I didn't focus on the plot properly), I'll take criticism but pls be respectful🤧. Also, sorry it took a while(I had to study his onigiri language🙂). And thank you to @lainschizophrenia for this wonderful idea.
Inumaki is a great boyfriend. You've been with him since the start of second year of high school. And ever since then, all he's ever done are good things. Although he has a very limited vocabulary of onigiri ingredients, his actions tells you he loves you and you love him too.
You have gotten used to his language, you understand it even..however, deep inside there is one thing you've always wanted him to say. You do understand that would be near impossible considering he has to lessen the words he says to protect those around him so in a way..you forgot about it.
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It's a Saturday evening, and Maki is helping you get ready for a date with your boyfriend. Yep, your going on a date, a little date somewhere in campus to be exact. It was unexpected to say the least. He asked you out yesterday after class through a little note he so graciously slipped in your pocket while he was walking you to your room.
"Is this too casual?" you asked Maki. "Girl, you look great and besides Inumaki thinks your beautiful even with a bed head". " How do you know that?". "He told me..and Panda, even showed a pic-". "Excusemehehidwhat?" You exclaimed. "Ehehe.. that's a story for another time..you don't want to be late to your date do you". "Oh right! Bye Maki!" And with that you bolted out your room.
You were exiting the dorm buildings when you spotted your boyfriend waiting for you. "Ah Inumaki!" You excitedly called as you were jogging to him. "Kelp!(He's happy to see you)" He opened his arms for a hug that you obviously accepted. You stayed like that for a while, until you asked "Soo.. where is this place you wanted to take me?". "Tuna tuna!(There!)" With his cute smile, he pointed to the direction of the bridge just near the dorms.
A/n: To help visualization
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"Oh okay! Let's go then". He then held his hand for you to hold and you both walked to your destination.
It was a calm night, the moon is bright, the stars are visible.. and a beautiful dinner set in front of you. A table centered by roses and lights surrounding you. You looked toward Inumaki in awe and he seemed to be just as flustered as you. "I..don't know what to say. This is amazing!". "Tuna mayo!(I know cause it's for you)". The way he said it made it clear he put alot of thought into this.
You both made your way to sit. And before you do your gentleman of a boyfriend helped you sit first. You appreciated the gesture and felt your cheeks warm up. A giggle escaped Inumaki's lips seeing your face.
Looking at the table you realized he prepared your favorite dish for you. You smiled and teasingly said "This is different from what you usually do.. you got something up your sleeve?". "Tuna mayo!(heyy, how did you know?*cute pouty face hehe*)". You laughed at his response until he slipped out what seems to be a letter.
Inumaki handed it to you "Tuna tuna(here it's for you)". "Oh" you took it and then continued "do you want me to open it now?". "Salmon!" He responded excitedly.
You nodded and opened the short letter. It read:
Dear (Name),
We've been together for a while. You have been one of the best things that happened in my life. I want you to know that. I try to make you feel loved and appreciated. And there is one thing that I would like to say..
The letter ended.
You were confused. "Uhh Inumaki what did you want to say? I mea-".
"I Love You"
Huh, did you hear that right. "Eh?" You quickly looked to your boyfriend. "I.. said I..Love you so very much"
There it is, the one thing you wanted to hear from him. The feelings you buried deep inside have been fulfilled. You were overjoyed and felt tears welling in your eyes..tears of joy.
Seeing your about to cry Inumaki immediately jumped from his chair to you. "Takana?(Why are you crying?*worried tone*)".
"No I'm fine it's just you saying that is so new..? I got so used to your language I didn't expect you to say that like...I-I Love you too."
Wow, that was a mess. And the tears are still falling. Without saying anything else Inumaki just hugged you until you calmed down.
At this point you forgot about the dinner. And you didn't even care.. just those words from the love of your life has made this night the perfect night..the best night.
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A/n: I don't know if I translated or used the onigiri language correctly😪 but anyway what do yall think? (Btw, special mention to Maki hehe)
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