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nobility au. yan!penacony
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Royal tutor. Not much older than the prince himself. Both tutor and ambassador from the Intelligensia Guild. A sharp, mistrustful individual, no one's spared from the wrath of his tongue - except maybe you. Maybe.
Prince Aventurine
Prince of a large, wealthy kingdom. Has a friendship (?) with his tutor, if theirs could ever be called a friendship. Charming, intuitive, if a little flamboyant. Likes to dote on people he likes... though definitely not as much as he dotes on you.
Sunday
Aventurine's butler (threat). Despite his polite hands and smiles, everyone gets the feeling that he's hiding something, but no one knows what it is. You try to avoid being alone with him too much. He thinks having a new person around the palace is fun... maybe even adorable. But you don't need to know what he thinks of you.
#cloud writes#honkai star rail#yandere honkai star rail#hsr#yandere#yandere ratio#yandere aventurine#yandere sunday#dr ratio#veritas ratio#sunday#aventurine#penacony#hsr ratio#hsr sunday#hsr aventurine#ratio hsr#aventurine hsr#sunday hsr#just a quick post.. sorry for my inactivity guys 🥹
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bon appetit. yan!acheron and black swan
Somewhere down the line, Acheron and Black Swan had made an alliance.
It was a strange thing, really, and something no one had ever expected. Even stranger, maybe, was what they formed an alliance over. Or who. Not that you knew about this.
You find yourself seated across from Acheron and Black Swan at a round table, shaded by a funny little umbrella as if the weather ever soured in the Golden Hour. Acheron has her chin in her head. Black Swan selects a menu with an elegant finger.
Both of them are staring into your soul.
At least it sure feels that way. You shift self-consciously in your seat. Acheron might be trying to absorb your cells through the power of her vision. Black Swan... maybe trying to x-ray your wallet and see how much you were carrying. You couldn't really tell - reason enough to avoid that weirdo called Aventurine.
"So, darling, what do you want to have?" Black Swan asks sweetly, resting a hand lightly onto yours. You wriggle out from under it, going to take the menu from her as an excuse.
"Errr." You run a finger quickly down the list. In truth, feeling both women's gazes on you, you can barely breathe let alone make a decision. But at least you've been here often enough to know what you like. "Maybe just a Floatdisc Burger."
"Oh." Black Swan sounds disappointed, somehow. Acheron shifts her gaze away for the first time since you'd sat down.
"I'll go order," Acheron volunteers, to your surprise. She gets up, elegantly concise, and walks off.
You can feel the weight of Black Swan's gaze on you again, and finally you can't stand it anymore. "What are we doing here?"
She seems surprised at the question. "Doing? Why, can't friends hang out and enjoy the view?"
She gestures out at glittering, glowing Penacony. Revellers mill like tiny ants in the streets, their laughter and chatter drifting up to you both.
You swallow down a bitterness in your chest, though you can't pinpoint why.
You'd met Acheron first, wandering the halls of the Reverie, looking clearly lost. She'd frozen upon seeing you, trying - and failing - to pretend that she didn't need any help, but you'd ended up taking her to the lobby anyway. A mysterious figure, certainly, but she'd struck you as kind in some way, and you'd both parted ways amiably.
Then you'd bumped into Black Swan on the street soon after meeting Acheron.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she'd said in that musical voice of hers, reaching out a gentle hand to steady you. With the veil over her head, she looks more like an ethereal angel than an enjoyer of the Golden Hour. But the two of you part ways too with no further incident.
Acheron seeks you out again a few days later - on purpose this time, waiting in the lounge near your suite. This time she isn't lost but she pretends she is, and it's so amusing that you go along with it and take her around Golden Hour to see the sights.
Then you both chance upon Black Swan during your outing, and from then on, you could say, was history.
Acheron returns from the counter. "The food might take a while. It's pretty crowded in there."
She looks from your face, to Black Swan's, your head turned aside and your lips pressed into a thin line. Black Swan blinks innocently at her.
"What? What were you guys talking about?"
#cloud writes#yandere#yandere acheron#yandere black swan#acheron#black swan#hsr#hsr x reader#star rail#honkai star rail#penacony
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ELLIS.
he is so. so yandere material. i want him he looks so soft please let his route come out soon please
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I am thoroughly convinced that Gepard would be one of the sweetest yanderes in but the most awkward way possible.
He strikes me as the kind of guy who would blush if you just stood a bit too close let alone dared to drape your arms around his broad shoulders, teasing him about his flustered reactions. He gets so red and huffy, he hates it. The power you have over him is too great but he doesn't have the heart to let you go.
It's like feeling the warm spring sun for the first time once the cold winter is over. It's an addiction and you are the drug.
Gepard does everything he can to see you on a daily basis even if he doesn't necessarily always talk to you. Simply seeing you in the crowd is enough for his heart to be put at ease, your safety and comfort mean the world to him. His sister liked to tease him sometimes, her playful voice would fill the silence as Gepard would say nothing, pale cheeks burning with shame and desire.
His silence says everything she needs to know.
Despite his title and overall demeanor, Gepard is no stranger to jealousy. He can't just strut up to you and strike up a conversation, not like any other person can. He is always curt and formal, so much so that you believed that he despised you.
He was heartbroken when he found out about that.
How many restless nights has Gepard had because he couldn't stop thinking about you? How many times did he think to just go for it, only to be stopped by that bothersome voice in his mind?
Poor Gepard ends up shooting himself in the foot because of this. He has been restricted to scaring off thugs and potential suitors in any way he can. He watches and watches, his heart soaring to be with you.
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Depressed peepaw Blade acts like a cat in the last ask AAAAAAAA
Since darling is mentioned to platonically bond with other Stellaron Hunters via physical touch, imagine Blade's darling enjoying physical touch from others too, like Silverwolf putting her head on reader's shoulder or receiving headpats from Kafka. So Blade thought that it's a good idea to initiate physical touch.
Wrong, you're absolutely terrified. You look like a cat who is 0.01 second away from getting an injection. Now you're the cat!
the first time blade brings you to meet the other stellaron hunters, he's shocked by how well you all hit it off. horrified, even. the way kafka slings her arm casually around your shoulders or ruffles your hair, and you give her a bright smile in return? how come he's never gotten a smile like that before?
he figures it's because he's never touched you before - you always keep such a distance from him that it never crossed his mind anyway. so he tries, standing close to you or taking the seat next to you... except you don't know he's there, and you always end up getting startled.
but no matter. you've started getting used to blade popping up around you at inopportune times, even managing to quell your own surprise a handful of times, so he figures you're ready for it.
it's dinnertime, and silver wolf is sitting with her knees tucked up to her chest, gaming to the last second. kafka ordered takeout, and asked (coerced) blade into helping her set the table.
when he walks past, he pats you the head, and not gently either.
you freeze up so much he thinks he might have paralysed you. this scene is endlessly hilarious to silver wolf, who pauses her gaming to cackle so hard at blade she loses her breath.
oops. maybe he misjudged the timing?
#cloud answers#yandere blade#blade#honkai star rail#yandere honkai star rail#hsr#yandere#hsr blade#blade hsr
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⚘ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.
m. - "forevermore" typically refers to something that lasts for an indefinite amount of time or for eternity. it implies a sense of permanence or lastingness.
You've ran away from your husband, the 11th Fatui Harbinger, Tartaglia himself. However, have you truly escaped his grasp?
yandere! tartaglia x fem! reader.
The shimmering rays of bright morning sunlight made the living room come to life as you sat in a classic wooden chair, a steaming cup of tea in your hand. It burned your fingers ever so slightly but you could not be bothered to remove them from the cup.
The pain made you not focus on the massive bouquet of flowers which were placed on your pretty white table.
From the corner of your vision, you could see the card which clung onto the fresh bunch of blooms, the handwriting on it disgustingly elaborate but oh so familiar.
"Blood red roses." The card said.
"I always knew that you fancied roses, and I couldn't resist to get you these specific ones when I saw you looking at them."
Bastard. How he had managed to track you all the way to Mondstatd was beyond your comprehension, but in hindsight, you really should have known better. The Fatui could sneak in anywhere they damn well pleased, be it the hustle and bustle of the city of Mondstatd, to the dirty cracks of the Chasm.
It was only natural that the many agents which were stationed in the city would start to talk upon seeing the wife of a Lord Harbinger so far from home.
You concealed yourself at first, obviously. Most unfortunately, word started to spread like wildfire that you had fled in the dead of night, never to be seen by anyone. And, due to the fact that your husband did not possess a single shred of decency in his body, he proudly showed you off wherever he could.
Just the mere thought of the memory made you shudder.
Your good husband was - is - a wealthy man. He made sure to spoil you in the finest of silks known to man and the endless sea of jewelry which was sent your way, if it were to be sold, could feed an entire army.
Although, he was always particular about your arms. He didn't like seeing anything on them except for the, surprisingly, simple wedding ring he got you.
It was a promise, he had told you.
His eternal promise to you, until the end of time. He would love you, in sickness and in health, there was no force in the universe that could separate him from you.
In a way, he was keeping his promise. He made the trip from the homeland straight to the City of Freedom all on his own.
... He probably didn't even need to hear the reports from anyone of your whereabouts. Knowing him, he tracked you down all on his own, using nothing but his wit and sharp senses.
He was a terrifying man. A man you ought to stay away from, a man who had the blood of countless innocent people on his hand. And yet, those same hands would keep you warm during the cold winter, his soft and pale lips would pepper your body with gentle kisses, making you feel as if you were the most beautiful woman in the universe.
Archons, he'd whisper to himself, his breath hot on your neck, making you blush. He would just say whatever came to mind, completely lost in his blind passion.
I want no one else but you - You are my everything - I will make you mine -
Frankly, you did not know how to feel. In those private moments he was less a man and more a lovesick little fool. He could not keep his paws off you, even if he wanted to. As the evening would go on the kisses would evolve into something more, something primal, carnal even. Tongue and teeth would mesh together, leaving a thick string of saliva between him and you, to which he would always let out that darling boyish laugh of his.
You loathed the fact that in those moments, he truly was ethereal, no different than a star.
What made your skin crawl was the effect his touch had on your mind and body. He became something akin to a drug, even now as you felt the sweetness of freedom with your own two hands you still felt the urge to hold something tight at night because your husband had spoiled you rotten with his presence.
Finally, you turned to look at the flowers as the horrible realization dawned on you - you loved him. You loved that man and it was putrid.
You cannot go back. You would not go back to him.
Jumping off a building would be a smarter thing to do.
As you pondered on and on about your predicament, you failed to notice the lingering shadow in your hallway. Deep blue eyes monitored you like a hawk as he toyed with a switchblade he had in his pocket. What should he do with you? He was furious, naturally. You were the last person in the world he wanted discord with. You broke his heart a little when you left and the fact that you didn't even care about his feelings only added insult to injury.
Even so, he could not help but to feel overjoyed by the fact that you hadn't thrown out his gift. He was half expecting you to burn whatever he sent you to the ground, not to mournfully contemplate in deep thought like this.
That was how he knew you loved him. It was crooked and wrong, but he had you. He had you and you didn't even know it. He'd bring down the heavens themselves if it meant that you could feel a fraction of the love he held for you. His lips curled into a sly grin but his heart pounded like clockwork in his chest. This waiting game was so horrible.
But the hunter in him couldn't resist, cornering you like this was just in his nature.
Victory was so close, he could practically taste it. Soon enough, his wife would be in his arms, weeping and apologizing and he would soothe her, like a good husband ought to. Yes, that was how this scenario would play out.
He was too clever to let it happen any other way.
It would be just him and you, perhaps even with a bundle of joy if the Tsaritsa blessed him. Even so, with you here, he had everything he could ever dream of.
Him and you, against the world, standing by each other's side, forevermore.
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This fic was born out of my own pure passion and love for Tartaglia, apologies for the Cringe™ I put you all through.
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So, for the ai request can I please have yandere prince Aventuriene x princess reader headcanon?
I LOVEEE
prince aventurine - no, just aventurine, as he's insisted on you calling him - is awfully intimidating.
not in size or anything, no. you've seen a good handful of soldiers taller and gentler than he. but he's powerful, wealthy, and handsome besides, the way a doll might be.
and for reason, he's set his eye on you. hailing from a small kingdom with not many natural resources to call your own, your family has found themselves in increasingly dire straits. pressure from neighbouring kingdoms pressing in on your borders, the coffers running low - as if angels from heaven, the avgins swoop in at this crucial time and extend a benevolent hand out to you.
of course, you're not naive enough to think of this as a miracle. he's at that age where the avgins are expecting a princess, and your kingdom needs money and help. you're eternally grateful to them for entertaining your letters, eventually deciding to bring you over to their kingdom so you can get acclimatised. the wedding hasn't been confirmed yet, but you're hopeful.
but once you get there, you do feel a slight sense of... confusion. the very floors echo of money, marble inlaid with the most delicate gold. and they were saying they needed... you? an uninteresting princess from an uninteresting kingdom? surely he could have found better options elsewhere.
aventurine hushes your worries in the snap of a finger, however. he's so polite and considerate, not to mention sensitive to your emotions. he always seems to know exactly what you're thinking, and he always has the right thing to say.
"don't worry yourself," he tells you one evening after dinner, your arm looped through his as you take a stroll through the gardens. "i wouldn't choose any other princess over you."
you look at him, surprised. "how did you know i was thinking that?"
he just smiles and kisses you lightly on the top of the head.
little do you know that he makes it a habit to check your journal after you've gone to bed. castles have their secret doors and passages, after all, and so does yours, a passage connecting directly from yours to his.
he slips in after you've fallen asleep, pinching it from where you've left it unsecured in your drawer, and reads the day's entry like he's reading the daily paper.
he's careful, of course. he wears gloves so he leaves no trace, but sometimes he can't help pressing his nose to the pages. it smells like the ink you use and your perfume. he hopes you can get married soon so he can have your scent around him always.
#cloud answers#THIS WAS SO LONG I THINK YOU'VE UNEARTHED A MONKEY RESPONSE#yandere aventurine#aventurine#yandere#aventurine hsr#hsr aventurine#star rail aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine honkai star rail#star rail#yandere honkai star rail#honkai star rail#hsr
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A slightly disasturous idea
You know that Blade is stoic like a statue, hence, those who get closer to him are mostly the teasing type like Kafka and Silverwolf.
Blade, having feelings for his darling who has too much respect for his personal space. Is it because of how he carries himself? Yes. Does he like it? No. Sir expects his darling to want to be near him when he constantly has that sharp look in his eyes. Even better if darling occasionally uses physical touch to bond with people, like Kafka and Silverwolf!
Blade getting closer to his darling, and darling's like ?????
this is so tragic.
all blade wants is for you to not fear him. you're so sweet and friendly with the other stellaron hunters, getting to know them without a problem, so why does it seem like you have a problem with him? (he has no mirrors in his house someone please tell him)
you'll be having dinner with him and kafka, the two of you finding an endless amount of topics to share about, and blade is just. sitting there. fingers steepled. staring at you so intensely it might be a glare.
(reminds me of that page in bsd beast where tanizaki realises akutagawa is, in fact, not glaring??)
of course it's off-putting to you, but kafka takes it in such stride that you begin asking yourself if you're overreacting and so you don't bring it up.
but when you're alone, you find yourself sidling away from him... finding excuses to hide out in the toilet so you don't have to face him and his glorious rbf...
or. imagine. you're chilling with silver wolf, completely immersed together in the story in one of her new games. the room is cool and dim, the story is getting tense...
"what are you doing."
blade's voice by your ear makes you both scream and jump. now he wants in, except his idea of fun is just sitting in a corner and staring at you. he's ruined your fun, and even silver wolf can't get back in the mood.
how dare you cosy up to someone else other than him? he's so jealous it's almost funny.
#cloud answers#yandere#yandere blade#blade#blade hsr#hsr#hsr blade#honkai star rail#blade honkai#blade x reader
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Ate you okay writing an au
i am!! what do you have in mind? :3
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today
#finally finishing 2.1#GUYS. SUNDAY#HE'S INSANE#the whole cutscene was a bitchfight between 3 cats#cloud talks
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cuteness aggression. yan!luofu
Blade
As much as you'd like to encourage his wishes, Blade has this nasty habit of his that's called not dying.
Unfortunately for you, you're very capable of that, and so someone has to feed the two miserable, lonely people living under his roof.
You're in his kitchen again, having restored it to minimal working capability, making a simple cabbage and dumpling stew. Occasionally Kafka would get too busy to ask you both out, meaning that Blade had no plans for dinner and you'd go hungry.
The house is blessedly empty, your humming echoing slightly off the sparsely furnished walls. No Blade there, sitting on the couch, doing nothing but boring a hole through you as you prepare dinner.
Keys rattle in the lock, and your face falls just as Blade comes through the door.
He smells sharply of salt and electricity - the scent of blood, still wet on his cuffs. The two of you stand, frozen, eyeing the other for a moment.
Then suddenly he's in front of you, his expression dark. You utter a small yelp, taking a step back, and Blade follows, chest heaving just an inch from your skin.
"...Hi?" you say meekly, trying not to wilt under his smouldering stare. You're not sure what you might have done this time, but you don't feel like sticking around for the aftermath.
He hesitates. Then you're pressed tightly against him, wound up in his embrace, his stained fingers running through your hair.
It feels almost reverent, if not for the fact that he's... crushing you.
"Blade," you manage to gasp out, pushing uselessly against him. "Too tight."
He looks down at you sharply, as if disappointed that you'd be so weak, but releases you slightly. His amber eyes move slowly, from your eyes to your lips, then back up.
"What's going on?" you ask, face still smushed against him.
A moment of silence. "Nothing. It's nothing."
Jing Yuan
You're curled up in his windowsill, entirely submerged in the pages of a book, the late afternoon turning the paper golden. You've more or less forgotten that he was supposed to be at his desk doing paperwork - until a shadow falls over you.
You look up just in time to see Jing Yuan hoist you into the air. You yelp, helpless as he carries you to the desk and into his lap.
"What- Jing Yuan, what the heck?" He's awfully gentle with you as always, and you're more annoyed at having lost your place in the book than your sudden relocation. He wears his trademark half-smile, full of affection, cuddling you to his chest.
"Nothing, nothing." He chuckles, pressing a kiss onto your head and then inhaling the scent of your hair. "Stay here."
These moments happen often - Jing Yuan suddenly being struck with a surge of affection or whatever it was and interrupting whatever it was you were doing. Cuteness aggression was what the books called it. An annoyance was what you were inclined to name it instead.
Still... at least he was kind. And you had to admit it was nice to be shown affection like this every once in a while. So you settle in, content to indulge in him... just a little while.
Dan Heng (IL)
His tail undulates on the floor in front of you, flicking back and forth like a cat's. And like a cat, you glance at him, making sure his back is turned, and reach out a hand to catch the end, scraping your nails lightly along the scales. They feel so much like a snake's, yet more... luxurious, somehow...
You pause. Suddenly it seems like he hasn't moved in a moment.
Glancing up, Dan Heng's staring back at you, face impassive, expression unreadable.
You let his tail go slowly. "S-sorry..."
Something flickers deep in his green eyes, and you barely register the snarl on his lips before he's pounced, caging you in place on the mattress.
You flinch away, feeling the prick of sharp fangs right below your pulse, his chest heaving against yours, the rumble of a growl building in his chest. Dan Heng's tail flicks, brushing one leg to the other.
But he doesn't move. And you get the courage to open your eyes, just a little.
His eyes are fixed on yours, his lips on your skin but frozen, as if he's afraid to move.
"Heng?" you whisper.
Your voice seems to break whatever spell he's under.
"Sorry. I'm... I'm sorry." He moves away from your pulse, burying his face in your chest instead. "I shouldn't... I'm sorry."
His expression is crestfallen, whatever high he was on immediately crashed.
"It's... it's okay." Hesitantly, you pet his hair. He utters an affectionate rumble, like a giant cat.
#cloud writes#yandere#yandere blade#yandere hsr#yandere jing yuan#yandere dan heng#yandere honkai star rail#yandere headcanons#blade#jing yuan#dan heng#danheng#jingyuan#honkai star rail
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One thing that came to mind is that Yandere! Boothill, despite having the body of a robot, adores it when you touch him, especially his oh so human face.
I like to imagine that he's always holding you in some way - be it your hand, waist, the lower part of your back, heck, if you try getting away from him he might just even hook his leg around your own, making you fall right on your face in the process.
"It's your fault for trying to run!" he'd say, his tone cheerful and merry.
But you quickly learn that the best way to get through to him is if you touch him back.
Caress his face, play with his hair. Watch him melt in the palm of your hand. It's as if Cupid himself had shot him straight in the ass, there really is nothing quite like it.
The spell will break quickly the moment you stop touching him though.
He gets so grumpy as he quickly takes your hands and brings them back to his face. Boothill likes to tickle the skin of your wrist with his nose, as the ever so delicate pulse point brings him an unfathomable amount of joy. If you're lucky, he'll fall asleep, which will be somewhat helpful in escaping him (provided that he isn't hooked around you like a koala bear. That's its own separate issue.) and the moment the coast is clear, run like there's a rocket up your ass. Don't look back, don't check for anything, just. Don't.
Congratulations, the taste of freedom has never felt better.
He'll find you soon, don't you worry about that.
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cuteness aggression. yan!penacony
Sunday
"This feels... dumb. I'm not a Halovian."
Sunday looks up from last-minute paperwork, pausing. Something unfamiliar stirs in his chest. He tugs on his gloves.
"It's not dumb," he replies smoothly. "You look... wonderful."
A small pair of wings sits just behind your ears, like his own. They're not real, of course, but they function just fine - letting everyone know who you belonged to.
He rises from his seat, moving toward you. You step back until your back hits the door, shrinking away from his hand.
But Sunday simply tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, rubbing a thumb gently over the inside of your wrist with his other hand. He leans into you slightly, radiating heat like a small star, blowing sweet breath across your face.
"Adorable..." he mutters, half to himself.
"Sunday," you say, voice weak, though you aren't sure what you need to tell him. You feel very much like a small thing being cornered by a predator, his eyes dark, pupils blown.
Then he pinches your cheek, so swiftly and out of character for him you blink.
Before you can protest, he massages your face lightly with both hands.
This must be what street cats feel whenever you accost them with your affection.
He releases you just as suddenly, patting you on the head as he passes. "Prepare yourself. The guests will be arriving anytime soon."
Well, you suppose there's a first time for everything.
Aventurine
"Good evening, my sickly angel."
You scowl at him from under blankets, a cold compress on your head. "You're not funny."
"On the contrary." He lifts your medicine. "I think I am very funny."
You complain audibly, but that's about as much as you can do with your energy drained by the fever. Aventurine feeds you as patiently as a mother with a small child, though perhaps with twice as much condescension.
"Stop staring," you grumble. "It's weird."
The bed sinks as Aventurine leans over, gathering you up in his arms. "You're like a kitten when you're sick. All angry and no claws."
You hiss when he squeezes you, only belatedly realising that you're proving his point. "Kittens have very sharp claws, excuse me."
"A declawed kitten, then." He rubs his cheek onto the top of your head. "You smell different, too."
"That's weird!"
#honkai star rail#yandere honkai star rail#hsr#yandere aventurine#yandere sunday#aventurine#sunday#aventurine hsr#sunday hsr#yandere#yandere hsr#cloud writes
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WHAT THE DOG IS AN EVIL BOOP
thank you to all the lovelies who have been booping me, i feel so loved 🥹🤍
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Thinking about Yan! Aventurine with Reader that have personality like Noelle from genshin make me go…ughh!! 😭🥰❤️👍
Remember his words? “When will the dawn shine upon us?”, you are literally the dawn he’s looking for.
Of course you will always there whenever he needs you, if you leave him… he doesn’t mind to ruin your dream and destroy your life.
aventurines - bright, pretty, a vibrant, eye-catching green. you'd hardly known they existed until you'd met him, showering you with gifts of money and luxurious things like it was nothing.
it'd made you uncomfortable at first, but you'd come to learn that it was just his way of showing affection. and in time, too, you'd gotten used to wearing a piece of him around with you, a little necklace or bracelet, its green aventurine stone winking at anyone who looked your way.
then his wooing began encroaching on... demanding. and you found yourself by his side more often than not, feeling increasingly like a pretty accessory. of course, he kept you well provided for, but still...
the alarm bells had begun to sound, but by now it was too late.
fleeing penacony in the dead of night, you have to stop and ask yourself - how are your pursuers anticipating your every move and turn?
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thank you to all the lovelies who have been booping me, i feel so loved 🥹🤍
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i started playing ikemen prince because of @yandere-romanticaa 😭🤍 it feels so nostalgic and it's been interesting so far. yves is my first pick but i can't wait to do gilbert too
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