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jifanjiang0710 · 4 months

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Closed Doors

yan secretary! zhongli x ceo! reader

Lantern Rite was fast approaching. From the glass windows that extended from the ledge at the bottom to the expanse of the ceiling, you could see that every corner and alley was alight with crimson silk and flowers, couplets and ribbons, lights flashing incessantly even in the mind’s eye. Your own office building had some, sporting of the festivities despite the heavy workload the staff have been burdened with recently.

A hand on your shoulder, a whisper of your name, by your ear.

“You have worked hard. Would you care to chat over dinner?”

“...I’m busy, tonight.”

Zhongli pulled back, gently, as if he had taken the rejection well. When has he ever, in this one-sided… situationship… thing?

“Then let me drive you home.”

“No, I’m fine.” You feel like throwing up, even though you had not eaten in many hours. The last time that occured…

No words. He is displeased, and it strikes a hot bolt of guilt through your veins. He did only mean the best for you, your trusted secretary.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”

“I can assure you, my dear, it is no hassle at all. Do you not trust me to keep you safe, after all these years?”

You sigh. He speaks much like a doting grandfather. Your eyes trail to the two long red strips on the office door.

“ ‘Longevity like the highest West mountains, blossoming relationships akin to the depth of the Eastern sea.’ Isn’t the second part a bit out of place, Zhongli?”

The man in question leaned in, lowering his glasses and scrutinising the words on the couplet. “So it is.”

“Nothing more to say?” That was uncharacteristic of your secretary.

Zhongli coughed, as if to distract that. “I find the emphasis on interpersonal relations between persons agreeable. Is that not something you wish to have in your life, [Name]?”

“I… suppose?”

You knew he wrote it, and dare not remove it from the front doors of the company. You had to settle with unmatching couplets for the next month.

“Speaking of which, [Name]...” he said, tailing behind you at such a leisurely pace that you always had to stop several times for him to catch up. “The, ah, schedule for the company celebration on the second day of Lantern Rite has been updated. I have assigned your seating arrangement near-”

“Oh, right. I forgot to tell you. I won’t be around next month. I’m going back with my family to celebrate.”

…

“Zhongli?”

Why is he…disappointed? It is perfectly fine and common, for the overworked CEO to take time off to visit their loved ones for the holidays. Zhongli still feels an ache in his rustic heart as you said that.

You wouldn’t be spending Lantern Rite with him.

Last year, and the year before that, and the year before as well, you had; too busy slaving for the survival and growth of the company to take the journey home. He doesn’t know what to do with the chip at his feelings knowing you will not be around this year, even if it only consists of the two of you working late nights at the office, and him replacing your lukewarm cup of tea from time to time. By the time he replies you have arrived at your private office.

“... I see.”

After all he’s done for you, as well. Do you view him as nothing but a subordinate?

Zhongli chided himself, shelving these thoughts for later. His younger self would succumb to petty, childish musings like these, and he would imagine he has matured.

He sees you falter, perhaps noticing the shift in mood. “Are you going anywhere for Lantern Rite?” you asked.

He smiles, not too broadly, making sure to keep his eyes still.

“Where has an old man like me to go, except for work?”

To the untrained eye, you seem unphased, but your secretary knows better. With a little observance, he can detect your uncomfortable twitches, fidgeting, wandering eyes. And, contrary to public belief, Zhongli can be very observant. How do you think he picks out the gem amongst stones? To him, you are that very diamond he so desires.

“Please, you are hardly half the age you act. You could… take a trip somewhere south, escape the cold…”

How intriguing. Before you can blink he towered over you, arm brushing against your shoulder. Zhongli looked you directly in the eyes, without a hint of warmth or the usual wise whimsy he conducts himself with.

“A most interesting suggestion. However I do not intend to go holidaying off by myself.”

You had no response to that, still recovering from the apparent change in attitude of your secretary.

“Not to mention, I would… how do I phrase this… find myself missing you terribly.”

For a moment, you think you see the amber in his eyes morph into a disgusting, bloody red. It could easily be passed off as reflection from the hanging lanterns.

He continues, when you don’t speak. “So, when you return to your, ah, loved ones, partake in the wonders of tradition and communal gathering… please think of me as well.”

A sweet statement turned sinister. Was this how he had gotten you to stay for the past year, and all the Lantern Rite’s before that?

Come to think of it, you don’t know why you were so busy back then either.

“After all, [Name]...”

He would do anything to keep you here, under his watchful eye and within his clutches.

“What is a poor old man to do, without you?”

He tried to play it off as a joke, a light-hearted statement made meant for mild amusement. You seemed to take it well, offering a hesitant chuckle. If you find this off-putting, he would hate for you to discover what he did to earn his position as your secretary. When he was young it would have been much more… how to put it? Physically forceful.

The bloodlust from them has since faded. How would you feel seeing him slathered in crimson? Cringe in fear and revulsion, or praise him for his devotion?

He finds violence by his own hands unnecessary, now. He can do just as much and more with the influence he currently wields.

The manager who tried to seduce you, the owner of a rival company’s snark comments, all the scathing words of Internet users who think it so clever to be cruel to you behind a screen… one way or another, he has taken care of them as a good secretary would.

All that has paid off. Now he is your most trusted staff, the one who understood every quirk and minute action. No one had been through every high and low, seen you inside and out like he has.

He caresses you so gently, as if you were the most delicate petal or the most fragile diamond. As if all this was right and normal, for a secretary to do.

Who would suspect Zhongli the gentleman, collected, distinguished and composed of such depravity?

“Good morning, dear. Happy Lantern Rite.”

You trusted him, wholeheartedly.

But when you eventually wake up in his arms, in his bed, to the sound of firecrackers and joyful festive cheers, even after he promised the last time that it was a one-time mistake and would not happen again, you’re not quite sure you do, anymore.

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #tw yandere #leos works #yandere secretary #yandere zhongli #yandere zhongli x reader

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jifanjiang0710 · 7 months

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In the Wintry Forest

yan! ancient entity x reader

Warnings: multiple attempts of suicide.

‘Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen.’

Flurries of white swirl behind the window panes, and you inhale sharply.

‘Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen…’

A bout of paranoia had befallen you recently, like thick bunches of willow leaves hovering above the water, so much so that the thought of sleep, unguarded and vulnerable as you are, sickens you. You have taken measures --- keeping the heater switched off, increasing caffeine intake, counting the second hand --- all serve to ward off sleep as long as you dared.

‘Twenty. Twenty-one, twenty-two-’

“Damnit!”

The coffee spill scalds your fingers, the mug shattering into perilous fragments across the floor. You suck the burnt area, hissing in pain. It burns. You’re so cold. It’s so cold. It’s so-

Warm?

A wrangled cry tears through your throat as the familiar sensation of a not-so human touch ghosts over your nape and shoulder. Knees almost buckling, you fall to your feet, paralysed by the terror inflicted upon you by this being. The reason behind your fear, restless sleep, perpetual feeling of being observed as something akin to specimen, all that paranoia that seems so trivial in the daytime.

To your reaction, it makes no noise, but you know it can. Whispers, like a voice traversing the wind but infinitely more sinister. They can flit across as a breeze, or flood your mind like a howling gale. It was those whispers that you heard being the ghost of your nightmares when the first evidences of its existence surfaced. You could only brush it off as a recurring dream for so long, until they increased in frequency and intensity.

You continue to shiver, its presence having permeated into every crack in the floorboard and corner of the wall, not knowing where it stands but feeling it advance towards you. Ou would not panic, but this is the first time. The first time it has approached you while you are fully conscious and you are caught off-guard. The earliest sightings, or rather sensings of it were in the dead of night, when you’d begun to awake from slumber for no apparent reason. It was midsummer, and it was there. Invisible but no less potent but its presence. You remember experiencing a deep primal fear, closing in from all four corners.

By far the most horrific aspect of it would be the paralysis. Without knowing whether you are asleep or awake, out of the corner of your eye, you swear you see your neighbours come to fruition. A large mass of shadow dispersing into darkness and the relentless cacophony of voices. Sounds and noises and those damned voices that drown out everything including your own thoughts mixing them up into a frenzy of indistinguishable ruckus that blend time and consciousness into an unrecognisable mesh of chaos and madness, until you lose yourself in the insanity of it all.

From then it only started to get bolder. More vivid nightmares where hands roam your body, whispering those accursed indecipherable chants in a long-dead language. Dreams of being hunted down in an endless wintry forest with blurring vision and legs heavy as stone. Peaceful ones as well, where you are held tight by an unknown figure in warm snow, protected and secure in its arms.

Every time you wake up from these cryptic phenomena, you feel your mental fortitude chip away a little. The mind break was immensely heavy, consistent, and you were unsure how much longer you could hold out before reaching the breaking point. Of course, you had tried leaving, packing your things and leaving by the first bus. Even then it provided you no relief, the raging in your mind growing louder, less easy to ignore. The next day you found yourself back in your room, belongings arranged exactly as they were as if you’d never left at all. You tried again. Unsuccessful. Another attempt, to no avail. Countless desperate endeavours, none are fruitful. To rub salt into the wound, the voices only became clearer, more demanding and monstrous as punishment.

This is an entity as old as the ancient forests that surround you. Every thought, every emotion you possessed would not escape its knowledge. Humans are like frail branches, prone to snapping under an excessive buildup of ice. A person can only take so much torment before they crumble under the weight.

It continued to invade the most hidden crevasses of your mind, whispering persistently, unceasingly, day in day out, just a small breathy noise echoing perpetually in your consciousness, until one day you couldn’t take it anymore.

On a stormy August night you waded out into the lake, letting freezing water soak your clothes as you went further and further out, until the water level rose from knees to waist to chest. The whispers grew louder, more resounding, dangerous, akin to a warning. When your feet did not touch the ground you swam. The voices began to scream in unison, morphing into a sound you can recognise. It was much easier to ignore them, at that moment. You swam, eyes blazoning with resolve before finally, under the thunderous sky and thunderous whispers, letting yourself sink below the surface, for a moment glimpsing the dark silhouette of a distant figure.

…

The following morning you awoke in your bed, clothes dry and senses dull. After the incident you almost never heard the whispers again. The thing did not appear in your dreams for a week, perhaps fearful of another attempt on your part.

All that culminates to this moment of uncertainty, The burn on your fingers still throb, and it appears to be in no hurry to corner you. You’re yelling, screaming at it to leave you alone, to return to where it came, to end your misery.

Its presence turns suffocating as it closes the distance. Having learnt from last time, you know its weakness. You pull out a switchblade from your pocket. It incites no reaction from the entity until you hold it to your own neck.

Immediately the knife is sent scattering across the room. The density of the air skyrockets, and you know it is above you. The whispers begin again, but this time it is just one sentence, raspy, deep and terrifying, originating from the very depths of your soul.

“Never…do that… again.”

#yandere x reader #leos works #yandere oc #tw yandere #yandere monster #maybe part 2?

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jifanjiang0710 · 9 months

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Truth and Lie

yan! Kafka x reader

Very mild spoilers for her story quest.

“Let’s play a game, Kafka.”

“…oh?”

You know her. She’s expecting an offer as a prerequisite, something worth her time and effort. Anything she gives, she takes in equal or more amounts. Not only will your transaction have to be balanced, the sacrifice you make on your end must exceed her expectations withal. Naturally, the higher regard she holds a person in the more she will anticipate of them. It had been Elio, then the Trailblazer, and perhaps the most intriguing one yet, you. (You dare not presume that you hold any major significance to her. Maybe just a little more than that Stellaron vessel.)

The cityscape below reflects off her sunglasses, in flashing lines of neon. You lean over the railings, savouring the coolness of night. This planet has not been a kind one, but at least, its sky is beautiful.

“I’ll spend the night with you.”

“…”

“I’ll let you use Spirit Whisper on me.”

“Is that the best you can do, [Name]?”

This request of her was not made on a whim. You come prepared. “We play truth and lie. In return …ask me any one question, and I will answer truthfully.”

“That sounds almost trivial, compared to the other two.”

“Is that not the thrill of the game? To not know whether I am cheating, a challenge for you all-knowing, scheming, manipulating mind? I should like to think that I am an enigma on my own,” you go on, an unmistakeable signature flair to your tone.

“Hm,” she chuckles. “Interesting offer, but I think we can go a little higher.”

“Then…” You had a feeling you’d need to resort to this. You lean closer to her, unable to suppress the roguish smile adorning your features. This is not a statement to be made lightly. “I can make you feel real fear for the first time.”

…

Perhaps you’ve made her angry. Whatever the case, the atmosphere is teetering on the precipice of something rather daunting. You find it incredulous that almost half a minute had passed in absolute silence.

“Can you keep your end of the bargain?”

Relieved that you aren’t going to die just yet, you respond with the affirmative. “I will try. Though… I cannot guarantee that results yielded will be satisfactory. You can back out if you want.”

You know her. Once something has caught her attention, she does not let if off easily. You are a prime example.

“…heh. Very well.”

Kafka places a finger on your chin, tilting it until your eyes meet hers. “Fire away.”

You grin. One game, two questions. You have to make this count.

“If I were to run away, abandon you and the Stellaron hunters, what weaknesses of yours could I exploit?”

Her smile fades, clearly unamused, disappointed at the question, but you have grander plans.

“Enlist the help of the Xianzhou Luofu, or the Astral Express crew. They would be able to help you in your plight.”

Exactly what you needed to hear.

“Was it worth it to ask such a question to guarantee that my next answer would be the truth? Now, little one…” Kafka continues, “my turn.”

“Wait, my offer was-”

“Shh. A game has to involve both persons equally, don’t you agree? Time for my question. Don’t worry, I’ll ask only one.” She swipes a thumb across your cheek. “What am I to you?”

-> (Tell the truth) Someone important to me

-> (Tell the truth) My worst enemy

-> (Tell a lie) Someone important to me

-> (Tell a lie) My worst enemy

#yandere x reader #leos works #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere star rail #yandere kafka #yandere hsr x reader #yandere kafka x reader #pls let me know if there are link issues

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jifanjiang0710 · 9 months

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Dinner with the Stellaron Hunters

yandere kafka x reader x yandere blade

“SILVER WOLF!”

Your fists start to hurt from all the pounding. She’s locked her door again. “Time for dinner!” She can definitely hear you. Whether she responds or not is her choice.

“Boss fight!” She yells back.

“Come downstairs quickly!” Scurrying down the flight of stairs, you stop at Blade’s room. An ominous reddish glow is emitting from under the door, reeking of death… or is it your imagination? You raise your hand to knock, before a voice from behind sends chills down your spine.

“What are you doing?”

Turning to meet his scowling visage, ever-unchanging (SW likened him to an NPC), you see Blade glaring down at you, and neither of you speak.

“…dinnertime.”

He slinks off.

You groan irritably. You do everything in this house. Thankfully, Kafka is already at the table.

After a quick scan of the seating, you heave a sigh of relief. There is a seat at the table between Kafka and Blade. Thank the aeons. As you head for the spot, Silver Wolf plops herself down onto the chair in all her glory, eyes not leaving the handheld console. You stare dumbfounded for a minute, partly at the audacity, the rest a growing conflict arising from within you.

The most vexing decision of the night: sitting next to Kafka, or Blade. Only one party can be sated, and the other will then shower you with the fruits of their displeasure for the rest of the night. Tread lightly in this delicate situation.

Choose Kafka, who lets her fingers glide up your thighs, particularly when you are drinking; who whispers vile things in your ear as you try to focus instead on the noises from Silver Wolf’s console; who sometimes holds a spoon to your mouth and expects you to say ahh...

Or choose Blade, who barely tries to hide his growing fascination with you at this point; whose fiery eyes bore into you carrying a heavy sort of intensity that cannot be described; who you know has no qualms about cornering Kafka’s favourite pet and finding out just what makes you so special to her.

The purple-haired woman notices your hesitance, chuckling breathily. She takes the initiative to beckon you over, with a single curl of her fingers. You trot towards her, deeming her, just for tonight, the lesser of two evils. Then you catch sight of his gaze. It’s a warning and a threat, all expressed within a single flash of the eyes.

“What’s wrong, little one?”

“I- I….” You feel yourself starting to sweat at this minor conundrum. How can you defy a direct order from Kafka?

She sighs, evidently disappointed at your lack of decisiveness. “Oh, go on. I’m sure Bladie deserves you for just one night, with how long he has been eyeing up what’s mine.”

The tension builds, and you bite your tongue. That sentence was biting, indirectly instigating another cold war between both hunters. So, gathering up stray remnants of courage you take a seat next to him.

The atmosphere is even more strained.

“Ah…how is your hand?” You direct the question to the man sitting beside you, glare turning less pointed. “Has it healed?”

“Yeah,” SW says suddenly, accusatory. “How is your hand?”

He sighs, irked. “Still healing. Isn’t it obvious?” For it was still wrapped in bandages.

“Blade, our supply of bandages is depleting. The others need them too. Is it really necessary to cover your torso?” He can very well heal himself should the need arise, and any pretense on his part is to avoid having to game with Silver Wolf. Blade ignores you, as if you’d committed a crime against him personally.

Kafka is unusually quiet.

You chide Silver Wolf to finish off her broccoli.

“Oh dear. Little one?”

Her sudden shift of attention to you makes you jump. “Yes, Kafka?”

“Will you be a dear and run off to fetch a cloth for me? I seem to have spilt some soup onto my lap.”

Blade watches intently as you fuss over her, asking whether there are burns, if she is alright, and run off to pour another bowl for her.

His fists clench, tightening around the bowl. “That was intentional.”

“What an astute observation, Bladie. And do you keep your uninjured hand bandaged so my little one may continue clouding their pretty little head with concern for you?”

“They do not enjoy being toyed with, treated like the fragile doll you make them to be.”

“And they don’t seem to like treading on eggshells whenever you are in the vicinity either, or stared down in the way a rabid beast would reserve for its prey.”

“You think you are almighty, Kafka-”

“Oh, but I am. Everything I orchestrate, as I predict, shall come to fruition.”

“Just because you claim control over me, you will not be the most powerful, nor the most infallible. You know just as well as I do, Kafka, and even you cannot deny it. [Name] would be better off anywhere but with you.”

“And if Elio were to say otherwise? Will you continue deluding yourself in such pitiful manner?”

A sharp noise of a crack emanates as the bowl chips under his grip. “…very well.” Blade says, after a second of contemplation. He looks up at the woman opposite of him, the intensity of his gaze like piercing wind, “Let us ask Elio.”

Kafka does not answer, but the slight stiffen of her lower lip speaks volumes. She crosses her arms.

“Listen, Bladie-”

“Enough! Kafka, what did I say about commanding Blade? And Blade, that’s the third one you’ve broken this month. Please be more careful.” The two tear their gazes away from each other.

“My mistake, little one,” Kafka responds breathily, as though this matter were of minimal importance to her.

“I think I cut my finger from the shard,” says Blade.

You turn towards him, raising an eyebrow. He clears his throat, trying to appear innocuous. “…it hurts.”

“Do you need a bandage? You seem to have an abundance of it.” A petty remark by that woman, intent on having your attention solely focused on her.

He meets your eyes. “It still hurts.” On the surface, what with his deadpan expression, it sounds like a command, an order to tend to me. You hear it for what it really is, a plea for attention.

“Aw, fine. Give me your hand. Where does it hurt?”

Kafka’s turn to watch on as you examine his (supposedly) injured finger. You feel an odd sensation of impending doom…

“May I be excused?” Without giving you time to respond, the young gamer stands, tossing her plate into the sink and scampering upstairs once again. You look down and see that your own bowl has been piled suspiciously high with vegetables.

This girl… You sigh, but do not protest this time.

For the night, the Stellaron hunters disperse.

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On a more wholesome note:

His phone buzzes. Fumbling a bit with the home screen, he swipes. It’s a message from Kafka.

That Woman: Kys

She receives a reply in return.

Bladie: One day I will.

‘I can only eagerly await that day’

‘As will I.’

‘You’re lying, Bladie~’

‘What.’

‘You no longer want to die, do you?’

‘Good night.’

‘Ah, don’t chicken out. They make you, for the first time in a long time, want to live. I can tell. You’re intrigued.’ ‘…’ ‘Hello?!’ ‘Leaving me on read again?’

He sets the phone down, sighing deeply.

The window shutters are half closed, swaying gently in the breeze. There is a dim starlight scattering the night sky. It reminds him of a home he had lost a long time ago. The wind picks up, blowing away a stray strand of hair off his shoulder.

He does not know how he got there, but his shadow looms over your room door. After some hesitation, he knocks.

#yandere x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere star rail #yandere star rail x reader #leos works #guess who got blade at 8 pity #and his light cone #and still have 131 pulls left for kafka #yandere kafka #yandere blade

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jifanjiang0710 · 9 months

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When the lights dim, creatures of the night melt into formless caricatures of fear. Regressing into inhuman states, they prowl the hallways, seeping through cracks under the doors and curtains, melding into one, then dispersing like fog.

Funny how they scatter upon her presence. Just like those ghostly apparitions, she comes and goes like mist atop mountaintops, never staying too long for you to sincerely miss.

And, just like the fog, pieces of her linger, as dreamlike as those encounters seem. Disheveled collars, ruffled sheets, a smear of crimson lipstick where it definitely should not be, the searing warmth left behind on the empty side of the bed… You wake up in the morning half aware of something happening the previous night. Something you are always half conscious for. Inducing insomnia into your person has never worked, no matter how long the midnight candle burns, wax wearing down like your sanity and resistance, you always find yourself lying with the covers over you the next day, curtains drawn and a sore ache in your legs. And a faint impression of an embrace long gone cold.

Is it truly worth it? To take preventive measures against those locks on the door that always come undone in the morning, against the accessories on the nightstand that you do not own, against the bare arms that curl around your body in the dead of night?

Against the woman who loves you so?

You know she loves you. You think so, because you heard her say it. Once, twice, however many times it takes for you to not be able to use ten fingers to count. Perhaps it was a hallucination borne from a midsummernight fantasy, that you heard her tell you. It was almost always whispered, in the most vulnerable of times.

You would never confess it out loud. Not to anyone.

You would never admit that you've come to anticipate these nights.

Well, anticipate is a strong word. You are no longer as opposed to it as before, would be more accurate. To say that you actively look forward to it is incorrect. What an egregious accusation.

I harbour not resentment nor benevolence towards her. The fact that she has infiltrated my being beyond intimate boundaries is scandalous, you once penned down, in a thin ink quill. Yet, she has become a part of my life that is both regular and permanent. A fixture that is as routinely as brushing one's teeth.

It could almost be considered a content lifestyle, with this addition being one that you have fully come to terms with.

Until you wake up on an unfamiliar bed, in thick linen sheets, in a room that is certainly not yours.

With her above you, arm slung around your torso, face tucked into your hair, slumbering so peacefully, so openly. You recognise those white strands from a distant dream, a telling streak of black through them. Even in sleep her grip is tight, as if afraid that you would slip out of her grasp.

You know that she will not let you go, now.

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #leos works #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #im going to get her and her weapon!!

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jifanjiang0710 · 9 months

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OOOMMGGGGG !!!! I absolutely LOVED the yan! Zhongli x reader fic !!!! Can I please request a part 2 !!???? It was just sooooo good 😭😭😭 I really want to read mmoorree about them!!!! <3

In the meantime take care ~ 💓

Thank you so much for reading it, and thank you for your kind comments!!! I hope you take care as well. Regarding a potential part 2... That was originally intended as a New Year's special, a festive fic if you will. It will be difficult to write a continuation without taking away from the initial message it tried to convey, but I will try to write something similar. In the same universe, with similar dynamics, but perhaps following a different narrative, if that's alright with you.

Thank you for requesting!

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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Warning: Manga spoilers!

"Miss Makima?"

"Hm?"

"What am I to you?"

One rule to abide when conversing with Makima is to never look into her eyes. Never trust the fake security they hold, for if you do, then you are nothing more than her mouse. Her helpless, obedient Country Mouse.

She pauses her caresses of your hair, and she says your name ever so softly. "Look at me."

From all those years of being with her, you know to avoid eye contact.

"Why do you doubt me?" She's redirecting. Best to humour it.

"When you obtain the Chainsaw Devil," one of her dogs shift, "and when you have it eat War, Death and Famine..."

"Once I have created the perfect world, I will rule over mortals and devils alike. I will become their God."

Death. War. Famine. Control. Out of the four horsemen, you do not doubt as to who should remain. Yet once her sisters are gone, what will become of you? If her plans are to become the singular omniscient, omnipotent entity of the world, there will be no one to stand as her equal.

"What about Chainsaw?" Just thinking of him made you unhappy. The humans might call it jealousy, but you recognise it as an acknowledgement of unworthiness. What has he done to enrapture her so, when you have been the one to trail after her like a collared dog for countless millennia?

"Ah. He will be directly under my command, my most loyal subordinate."

You are hurt, more than you would like to admit. Makima does not care for her dogs, but you could at least hope she loved you only a fraction of what you feel for her. In the end, it will be her, and Chainsaw Devil, and the world. No place for you.

You take great care to show no outward reaction. She will pick up on the smallest of details, a trait that could potentially greatly complicate your life.

Makima resumes her actions of running her fingers through your hair, coaxing you into her lap. Exhaustion prompts you to close your eyes. In the split second between semi-consciousness and sleep, you remember that she hadn't answered you initial question.

"Dear [Name]," she laughs to who who cannot hear. "Please do not worry, for even a god requires someone to rule by His side."

#yandere x reader #leos works #yandere makima #makima x reader #yandere csm #csm x reader #yandere chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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Alblutio - Yan Albedo x reader

A/N: Happy Lantern Festival!

Tw for talks of death.

Entry 1. Weather: Clear Albedo gave me a journal log, to record the nuances of everyday life. I am to pen down in words my emotions and thoughts throughout the day. I am told that expressing complicated feelings onto paper will help process them. Right now, I feel hesitant. I am unaccustomed in having such a responsibility. Albedo says that this is a trivial matter, so I will not ponder on it.

Entry 7. Weather: Clear Albedo encouraged me to write more sentences, and showed me a book. It was astounding to see how many words had been written in it. This particular type of writing is called a ‘novel’, unlike lab reports or observation logs. I asked if I could read it, but was refused. I will refrain from bringing it up in the future, but he did say that I enjoy reading. I must remember that. I enjoy reading.

Entry 9. Weather: Heavy snow Right now, I feel cold. The wind is blowing. I cannot feel pain from it, but it is uncomfortable. I don’t think I like wind and cold, but Albedo says I do, so I like the wind and cold. Tomorrow there will be another person visiting, and I will meet that person. I am apprehensive.

Entry 10. Weather: Snowy I accidentally referred to myself in third person in front of the visitor. They had golden hair that shone unlike anything I’d seen before. I made a grave mistake, and the visitor looked shocked. I did something wrong, so that warranted the punishment of cold. Standing out there in the snow, I thought of animals who are caught in the cold for extended periods of time. Slowly, they do not move. They fall and never get back up again. I asked Albedo is that would ever happen to me. Immediately I sensed my transgression, for he was angry and hurt. No, he said. No, I would not, because Albedo cares for me very much and would never let that happen, ever. Right now, I feel sorry for disobeying Albedo, and making him disappointed.

Entry 39. Weather: Snowy My name is [Name]. My favourite food is sticky honey roast. I like to read, and I like to smile. My favourite person is Albedo. I must memorise them well, lest I forget and get them wrong again. My name is [Name]. My favourite food is…

Entry 70. Weather: Sunny Today is warm and comfortable. It is my day of birth. Albedo took me out for a walk. It was beautiful, the way the snow-covered paths look in the glow of sunset. I voiced this out loud, to which he nodded in approval. I like scenery. He held out a flower, but seemed slightly aggravated by my lacklustre reaction. You like flowers, he said. But I much prefer the little animals that hop and scamper in the snow. You like this flower, he insists, and sighs. Okay, I said. I like this flower. Sometimes I wonder if I really do.

* The weather is perfect today, a convenient coincidence.

“Good morning, [Name],” he says, alone.

“Morning, Albedo!” The alchemist spares you a glance. To see you this early in the morning is surely a blessing. “Hello, [Name].” He’s almost done.

“I hereby proclaim this unique occasion a nationwide public holiday, so you should get off work for once,’ you pester. Anything to pull this man away from work.

“Is that so? What prompts this ‘unique occasion’?” Just a little more detail. He can’t seem to get your eyes right.

“Hey…” your voice trails off. “You didn’t forget my birthday, did you?” Your shoulders droop a fraction, and Albedo hastily offers his reassurance.

“Of course not. I have cleared my schedule for the day, should you wish to spend it with me.” He blinks. Tentatively, he speaks up again. “You do want to celebrate with me, right?” Careful. He wouldn’t want to lose composure in front of you.

“That’s a given. In honour of that, here you go.” You shove a bouquet of your favourite flowers into his arms. “What’s my gift?” you say, leaning over his shoulder to peek at the sketch in his hand. “Is that me? Can I look?”

“No. It has yet to be completed. I’ll give it to you once it’s done.”

How pathetic. In the end he never did finish that drawing. It was left in the drawer that hadn’t been opened for years. He is afraid to look at it again.

Everything had been kept the way you left it. Sometimes he leaves your shoes by the door, if only to give himself the impression that you’d only gone out temporarily, and that you’d arrived safely home.

His own lab is dark, the ashes have long gone cold. Today is your birthday. Happy birthday, [Name]. He clutches his chest with trembling fingers. Sometime he wished Rhinnedottir had never given him a heart, then this emptiness wouldn’t weigh on him like heavy fog. Why? Was it fate? Did everything have to culminate into it? Why did it have to leave such an impact behind? Wouldn’t it be so much easier if-

“Albedo?”

If he closes his eyes long enough, maybe he’ll wake up and see you. If he tries and believes hard enough, it will become real.

“Albedo.”

Don’t listen, don’t listen, Albedo. You’ll wake up from this nightmare soon. Wake up, Albedo.

“Albedo!”

He opens his eyes to the same blank walls of his Dragonspine laboratory. His throat is dry. “Yes, [Name]?”

“You were not moving. Are you alright?”

“I am.” He’s so tired. “Is there anything you require?”

“Ah…yesterday you said that we could go outside for a walk? Since it’s my birthday today…”

“Alright, we’ll make preparations now.” He has long since learnt to fake a smile.

Entry 83. Weather: Heavy snow The golden-haired visitor came again, discreetly. Right now, I am conflicted, and guilty for having kept this from Albedo. Am I a bad person for doing so? The Traveler says no. The Traveler asked for my name, among many other things. They asked me a lot in that brief period of time. They left with one final word of advice.

Do not trust Albedo.

How could I do that? Albedo is I don’t think that I am at a loss at how to word it. It’s impossible. Albedo would never do anything to hurt me. Since as far back as I can remember, he has been there. He is like family. If I were to doubt him, then who else would there be to trust?

Entry 85. Weather: Heavy snow I can’t help but think there is something off about him. No, there must be something off with me. And I think he knows. It might be attributed to an overactive imagination, but his stares linger, and behind my back it is as if his gaze burns. While he was out, I entered his laboratory, and I stared at the cupboard he keeps locked. Do not trust Albedo, they say. And, as if possessed by some unimaginable will to do something, anything to quell the disturbance in my mind, I took the key and unlocked it. It was right there, hanging like some fruit I ought not taste.

I’m sorry, Albedo. My actions today were unforgiveable, but I will not tell him. It is not a cupboard; it is a door. To where? The answer lies in whether I will have the courage to open it. There is one more thing. Did Albedo, with his impeccable intuition, anticipate that I would do this? And if so, could he have intentionally let me discover this secret on my own? The thought is blasphemous, and I highly doubt it. I must be dreaming. I can only hope that I will not be tempted by curiosity.

Entry 90. Do not trust Albedo. Do not trust Albedo. Do not trust Albedo. I will repeat it as many times as I can until I remember. I must first calm myself and articulate my feelings, though my hands shake uncontrollably. Right now, I feel betrayed, horrified and above all, I am scared. I will not speak of today’s events at all after this.

I am almost sure that he intended for me to see what I did today. He intended for it, but there is no guarantee he knows that I went today in particular. I can only bank on this chance, and that my attempts at feigning ignorance will work, if only temporarily. Through the cupboard-door, down the corridor, and into the lab I had never seen before, I saw myself. I saw myself encased in ice, a final resting place. The ‘me’ in the ice coffin shared the exact same facial features and physique, except the sear on my forearm, which ‘I’ lacked. ‘I’ was not moving. Like those helpless animals stuck out in the cold, ‘I’ would never get up again. And on the shelves lining the walls, boxes and jars were stacked as high as the ceiling, and I daresay I can guess their contents.

I knew immediately that this version of me is not the first. I am one of many. He has been treating my predecessors and I like experiments, and one day, my time will be up.

I leave this place tomorrow, at the first stroke of dawn. Whatever he wishes to achieve, I hope it never comes to fruition.

* Number 079 has been down here.

It was careful not to leave the more prominent traces behind, but Albedo knows. In its haste it overlooked crucial details. He should have come to expect this. The ones in the 60s and 70s pried too much for their own good. A deep sigh escapes him, like a man who has not known peace for a great many years. He caresses your face preserved by cold, admiring the eyelashes that once fluttered and the lips that once curved into a smile. You are beautiful, even like this. Even if your immobile heart and still pulse commands that Albedo will never feel the warmth of your touch.

“It doesn’t scare me anymore.”

“No. You can’t say this. You never told me anything.”

“Albedo-“ he refuses to look at you, yet his grip on your hand is firm. “I couldn’t bring myself to. This wasn’t something I could’ve said easily, but I’m finally coming to terms with it. I am no longer frightened of what comes next.”

“Please,” you want to cry, because you have never heard so much raw emotion in his voice, “don’t leave me.”

And you are at a loss for words, because how does one respond to that? “I’m sorry,” is all you can do.

“You can’t go,” is what he says. ‘I will not let you go,’ is what he means. And until Celestia falls, he will make sure you stay.

Another failed experiment. The rack of test tubes is sent crashing onto the cold floor. Number 079 is not you, and it will never be you. Then, like all the other guinea pigs, there is only one thing left to do with it. He walks out with a final glance at your body, so peaceful that you could be sleeping, and reaffirms with a one-sided promise.

“Good night, [Name]. See you soon.”

Entry 1. Weather: Sunny. Albedo said I needed a medium through which I can channel my thoughts and feelings. If I ever felt overwhelmed, I can pen it down in here. Alright, then. Behold, the very first entry log from [Name] 080’s journal!

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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Touching Alhaitham's ahoge

"Tch-!"

"Stay still!"

"[Name], would you mind explaining-"

"How does it stand? It's almost as if it defies the laws of physics."

"Stop tugging." He snaps his book shut and makes a swift grab for your arm.

"Hey!" You dodge, barely. "You're always so insufferable, rules and restrictions here and there. Just amuse me this once."

You lightly pull at the strand of hair. How is it green on its underside? It reminds you of the time a white-haired Inazuman man tried to-

Alhaitham never forgave that man.

You let go and it springs back.

"Are you done?"

"For all your flaws, you have gorgeous hair."

That alone is enough to silence him. Good.

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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Why we celebrate - Yan Zhongli x f! Reader

Written by: Leo

A/N: Wishing everyone a prosperous and healthy new year!

"Happy Lantern Rite, my dear."

…

"[Name]?"

"Good morning, Zhongli."

He exhales, setting down the tea cup on the stone table with unfailing gentleness. The balcony overlooking the harbour is illuminated by the morning glow, though the sight is far overshadowed by the sunrise in Minlin.

The buzz of morning begins when the first of the citizens swing open their doors in festive mood. Mortal traditions are so extravagant, borne from passed on customs preserved through many generations, ever changing, adapting. Nothing like the rituals performed by the adepti, with stringent guidelines and unswerving adherence to the scrolls.

The Lantern Rite isn't what it used to be.

Zhongli is sure that is what you are thinking. With that subtle frown and furrowed eyebrows (he hasn't seen you smile in many weeks) as you gaze at the people going about this very special day. He's been on the receiving end of your glares much more often.

"Darling, it would not be auspicious to scowl today."

The night is clear, as are the waters of the spring. Liyue harbour is alight with what was once well wishes carried by mothers and sisters of warring men.

You frolic over the waters, to the stone table. "Happy Lantern Rite, Morax!" You clasp your hands in greeting. "Prosperity and longevity to all!"

Someone groans. "One hopes not. One has lived long enough."

"Moon Shaper! You shouldn't say stuff like that! It brings bad luck for the rest of the year." Guizhong says, astounded. "[Name]! Happy Lantern Rite! Is Morax being stubborn again?"

"I have no regard for mortal festivities, nor mortal affairs tied to it."

"Hm…" You place two fingers on his unflinching face and turn the corners of his mouth upwards.

"[Name]."

"Smile more, Rex Lapis."

Zhongli smiles. How endearing you were back then.

"What amuses you? Finally gotten senile?"

No stranger to disagreeable remarks from you, with utmost decorum, he reminds you of the annual gathering with the Minlin adepti.

"Must I go?"

"You sound like a child," he chides. "As per the contract-"

"I understand," you say, eyes fixed at the spring couplets on the door of Third Round Knockout. The words are carefully penned, and speak well-wishes of business and wealth. "Please do not bring up the contract again."

Almost sheepishly, he resumes his activities. For once, the distinguished, all-knowing gentleman has nothing to say. Zhongli could understand your distaste for the season. He would be lying if he said the Lantern Rite only brought back painful memories. He just wished that you'd-

Zhongli places a gloved hand on yours for reassurance. You would pull away, repulsed, but 'as per the contract'...

A little green girl and the sound of bells alerts you.

"Aunty [Name]!" She seems ecstatic, toes barely touching the floor as she struggles to see over the table, before giving up and settling for placing the basket of fruits on your lap. "Mr Zhongli, too. Happy Lantern Rite!" Cloud Retainer said that you would- you felt like- she said-"

"Calm down, little one. Happy Lantern Rite. What did she say?"

"She said that you promised to join our reunion dinner tonight, with eeeveryone! Are you really? I've never spent a Lantern Rite with you before. Will you really?" Her eyes light up with fervour, and dull almost instantly. "Oh…but if you don't want to, then don't push yourself. Master also says that I shouldn't pressure you."

You pat her on the head. "Of course I'll go. Anything for my favourite disciple." She giggles and runs, backtracking to whisper in your ear.

"Don't tell anyone, but you're my favorite adeptus too. One last thing…Cloud Retainer and Master and the others all care for you very much! I'm sure Mr Zhongli does too, so take care of yourself, alright?"

You watch her until the jingle of bells fade away into the distance.

Within minutes of that interaction, Zhongli decides to cease feigning disinterest and speak up.

"Do you still express reservations? If it pleases you, we may cancel."

"Ah, why don't you shut up."

"As you wish, dear."

She places a glaze lily onto your lap. Its petals droop and its stem wilts. Without a doubt it is on the verge of death, but Guizhong insists that you fix it onto her hair.

'Why?' You wanted to ask. Your fingers were clumsy and rough, far from her own, so deft and dexterous, perfect for tinkering with the mechanisms she loved as much as this dying glaze lily.

You fumble, but successfully weave it into strands of her hair.

She is ethereal in the moonlight, illuminated by stars and lanterns alike.

"Will you do one thing for me?" Guizhong whispers, taking your hands, giving the lightest of kisses on your wrists. You pick up on faraway sounds of slashing blades, shrieks into the night. Somewhere, there is fresh blood being spilt. Somewhere, your fellow adepti are fighting to the very ends of their lives.

"[Name]. I want you to live. Can you do that?"

"I will, if you do the same."

"Please promise me. Live, along with everyone else. You are important to me."

"I promise." As long as you are here with me to see it through. You decide not to voice it.

Her eyes crinkle. There is a dimple on her left cheek. "Happy Lantern Rite, [Name]."

Very soon after, you had come to wish that she had never asked that of you.

"Greetings, Traveler. What brings you?"

"We're here to deliver Zhongli some bamboo shoots. It's good to see you, [Name]!"

"The pleasure is mine, Paimon."

Clouds roll past mountain peaks, a sight you had become infinitely familiar with over the course of several millennia. The Traveler's presence is not unwelcome.

"Why're you here all alone? Everyone's gathered over there."

Their companions incessant questions, however…

"I enjoy solitude sometimes."

"But the Lantern Rite is all about spending time with family and friends. Isn't that right, Traveler?"

Paimon's words seem to resonate with them. "...that's right."

…

"Say, Traveler. You are looking for your lost sibling. Losing your own flesh and blood must be unimaginably difficult to handle, yet you carry yourself with such radiance and passion. How do you do it? How do you manage to shine even amongst the darkest times?" They take a while to answer.

"I think…it's because of Paimon."

"Uuahhhh! Do you really mean it, Traveler?"

They nod. "Without you by my side, this journey wouldn't be half as meaningful."

"Awww…that was unexpectedly sweet of you. Paimon would say that her goal is to follow the Traveler all the way! And eat lots of delicious food, hehe. What about you, [Name]?"

"Heh. Me? What do you think, Paimon?c

"Paimon thinks…your motivation is the people around you. The adepti, Yaoyao, the people of Liyue…and Zhongli, of course."

"Zhongli?"

"Uh huh! It's obvious that he really really likes you-" she falters at the Traveler's glare.

"Does he?" Something in your tone makes them hesitate. "Do you agree, Traveler?"

"What has gotten into you, Morax?"

He is fixated on his thoughts, only the back of his hood faces you.

"I meant what I said. Henceforth you are exempt from battle. No, it is better to say that you are forbidden from it."

"I cannot accept these terms! This new contract is absurd! You are chaining me to you for what is essentially forever."

"I am protecting you. The enemy is cruel. You are much better off away from war," the next words are spoken under his breath," and closer to me."

"Guizhong's passing has changed you. You- you failed to protect her. Do not project your insecurities and failures onto me!"

The very ground trembles beneath your feet, shaking even its rocky foundations. "Do not," he growls, "speak of her again." The singular glaze lily in his hand crumbles to dust.

"From now on, you are not to cross Liyue's borders, not to leave Guili plains without my presence, and not to interact with other adepti without my explicit permission. I trust you will do your utmost to adhere."

"And if I should fail?"

"Then we send forces to quell the rebellion arising in the north. What was your domain? Qingce? We cannot guarantee they will not get caught in the crossfire."

No. This was not Morax. This was a monster. "You would sacrifice a hundred innocents, let them perish…for this?" Hardened with war and loss, he tells a sickening story.

"Do you accept the terms of the contract?" Finally he turns, and for a fraction of a second, you see his eyes glisten.

"[Name]." The voice of the last person you wished to see snaps you out of the reverie.

"What?"

"..." Zhongli had not planned this far. He did not expect you to acknowledge him immediately. He settles for small talk. "Cloud Retainer's culinary mechanism. Have you seen its inner workings? Undoubtedly fascinating."

"I know."

The sun casts a golden edge to the clouds in an ephemeral sunset over the peaks. Very far away, you can hear the celebrations in the harbour. The only thing that remains the same throughout the years is the mortals' love for festive proceedings.

"It serves in the interests of no one to dwell in the past. We can only live on and honour the memories of those who cannot be here today, for their sake if not ours."

You scoff. "You hypocrite. You have seen a millennia worth of history more than I, experienced suffering far more potent than mine, and you still strive. Pray tell, what is your motivation?"

"That would be the people whose company I regard with fondness. Whether it be gods, adepti, or mortals. And you."

This man is shameless. "Is that an excuse to justify the atrocities committed in my name?"

"No. It is simply the truth." Silence. "Would you like to hear about the Lantern Rite's origins?"

You huff but don't object.

"In ancient times, the people of Liyue faced many centuries of war. They sent lanterns into the sky to remind their soldiers of the way home. Over time it became tradition, and after the era of war, citizens commemorated this symbolic custom by celebrating with friends and family. Many years later, the history behind it has long been forgotten, but the meaning is not lost on us. The essence of the Lantern Rite is still to appreciate our loved ones and those who are here now, for they are invaluable in our lives. With that said, may I have the pleasure of spending this occasion in your presence?"

"Either way, I still have the rest of my life with you, so there is no difference."

"Aunty [Nameeee]! Mr Zhongliii! The fireworks are about to start!" Yaoyao drags you away by the sleeve before you can protest.

"Greetings, [Name]. Rarely do you join us. One hopes you will endeavour to do so more often."

"Retainer, what is this frightful mechanism of yours?"

"One implores that you do not touch it! It is most fragile."

Yaoyao inspects it closer. "Isn't this the fireworks launcher the Millelith use?"

"One takes offense at that statement. Though it is inspired by mortal creations, one has made significant refinements and improvements to ensure it far surpasses the original. One thinks you will find it an unparalleled gadget."

The first of the fireworks are launched, setting the canvas of black ablaze with irradiant colours.

"What do you think? Would you find it in yourself to partake in festivities together next year?"

"Happy Lantern Rite, and shut up, Zhongli."

"Happy Lantern Rite, dear."

A glaze lily blossoms by your feet, swaying to the wind.

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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Hayakawa, Aki

Aki x reader. Major Chainsawman manga spoiler alert!

Hayakawa, Aki.

To summarise his last will and testament…

He has left you, Power and Denji his properties, which includes this house you currently reside in. Taking into account the situation, ownership shall be shared between you and Denji.

His savings will be split between you two and Himeno's family.

He requested for the settlement in Hokkaido to be sold off.

That is all he has written. As for more personal matters…

This letter is for you. To Denji, he says-

_________________________________________

“Take care of them, while I’m gone.” The cigarette has long been lit out, but he still keeps it to his lips.

“...” The wind fades, and the waves slow their lappings.

“Will you do that?”

“Yeah. You betcha.”

“...thank you.”

“But don’t talk like you ain’t gonna come back or something, cause ya still owe me that lunch.”

_________________________________________

I hope you are well, as you read this. I might be with my family now, but I will miss you, and the family I have left behind. Please understand that this is the life I choose for myself, that I am willing to accept my fate at the hands of any devil or contract.

I’ve already known of my death a long while back. The Future Devil told me. I know I have no say in how you live your life, but I want to ask that you move on. From this place and job. From me as well.

I do not wish for you to live with regrets.

I cannot dictate your life. So do what you think is right, and what makes you happy.

Remember that no matter what, I love you.

Hayakawa, Aki.

_________________________________________

I wish he didn't die.

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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Yan Scaramouche Pt 2

Written by Leo

A/N: I know I know I'm late. I haven't finished the Archon Quest either, so forgive me for inaccuracies in lore.

"Did you really think you could be rid of me so easily?"

You falter, unsure of how to respond. He is looking at you so eagerly, but this time without the veiled mask feigning indifference. That is what the man you knew would do.

A man had approached you in a tavern. He wore outlandish clothing and behaved in an eccentric manner.

You don't know this person. In many ways he reminds you of a man who wrenched your life away from you, the man who forced your compliance in enacting his distorted fantasies with him, and the man whom, regardless of his insufferable ideals and attitude, you had grown to love against your own will. Yes, they shared the appearance, irritability, and tendency to foul up the mood of everyone in the room, yet…

Yet, the Wanderer contrasts him in countless aspects that far outweigh the similarities. There is a fundamental part of him, one that truly defines that person, whose name you cannot quite remember…and it is one that you have yet to place a label on.

His eyes bore into yours, waiting for a reply. You can tell from the rapping of knuckles against the desk and apparent lifting of an eyebrow, that he is getting impatient. I leave for a matter of months, and where do I find you? In some dingy hellhole living out your new, miserable life. I seem to recall you held such pride and snark in your time of captivity. Has freedom finally humbled you? You would still do better under my care."

He talks too much. At your glare he shuts up. Anger clouds your mind. Who does he think he is?

"I don't know you."

After a pause, with which you presume he is processing that bit of information, face partially obscured by the absurd hat he dons, the Wanderer growls. The legs of the table rattle from the impact of his fists.

"You think you can just…throw me away like this?!"

You are struck with silence. He clicks his tongue.

"I did everything I could to return to you. Instead of a warm welcome back I receive cold silence. Truly, you are an ingrate." He was angry. The signs were far more telling than when he was still Scaramouche. If only you remembered.

"But then again…I don't suppose it's your fault, is it?" Rage gives way to thinly veiled irritation. "No matter. I'll make you love me again. Whatever it takes."

He leans in far too close for comfort. You almost swear you recognise those eyes swirling with annoyance. Like you've gazed upon them a million times before.

"This time I'm not letting you leave."

You have a feeling you won't be rid of him anytime soon.

________________________________________

The eccentric returns again. This time to your own front door.

He is like a pest. A parasite that repeatedly makes itself a self-proclaimed resident of your house. You wonder if he is homeless. He takes and takes without so much as a blink of an eye. Just like that man. That person…his face, his name…all of it faded away. Even now you struggle to acknowledge his very existence.

Truthfully, you are afraid to forget him. The only reason you do not chase the Wanderer out of your room is because he serves as a daily reminder of 'him', what with the absurd familiarity they shared. Now you start to associate the face of 'that man' with that of the Wanderer.

"You are just like him."

With the way he stares, you realise you have unintentionally spoken out loud. He subtly glances at you in ill-disguised disbelief.

"You know…that I am that man, right? Whoever you can't remember. That's me." Following that unexpected effusion, Wanderer falters and scoffs. He knows you don't believe him. "Not that you'd understand anyway. You were never the brightest."

"If memory serves, were you not the one who propped your elbow on the boiling stove in an attempt to-"

"SHUT UP SHUT UP RIGHT NOW-"

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Your laboured breaths alert Wanderer of your presence. He whips over, noticing the red streak across his face. He wipes it off, to no avail, smearing it over his cheek.

"Who…who is he?" The face of the corpse is mutilated beyond recognition. With great difficulty you identified it as the man who'd been importuning you for drinks together.

"That's not important." His eyes possessed a wild manic, one that you know by sight. It sickens you. "You belong to me. Unless you want to end up like him, an insect, an utterly despicable being crushed under my foot, you'll obey."

You have no doubts anymore.

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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Something nice for his birthday, though I am two days late.

"[Name]."

Your eyes snap open, and you feel like strangling someone.

"Hey, [Name]."

"By archons, what do you want?"

He registers your words, as biting as his frost. "That's no way to speak to me."

"I apologise. Despite it being nearly midnight and that you've been particularly insufferable today, I should have altered my sleep schedule to accommodate your spontaneous discussion sessions, how uncouth of me."

"You don't seem tired at all."

"I wonder why."

"…"

"…so?"

"Mm?"

"You clearly wanted to ask me something."

"You know me so well." He was clearly pleased, like it was his intention all along. To have you learn to decipher him as much as he does you. "I have the day off tomorrow."

"You mean you gave yourself that holiday. Don't beat around the bush. I'm exhausted, and this unfortunate exchange amplifies that."

"How does Starsnatch Cliff sound?"

"!"

You instantaneously nod, before faltering, miffed at revealing such vulnerability in front of him.

"Cat got your tongue?" Oh, he was positively gleeful. You are tempted to smite the grin off his face.

"Why don't you save your hubristic, delusional fantasies for tomorrow?"

"Aren't you excited?"

Were you excited? Excited, to finally go outside, enjoy the wind and sea for the first time in Barbatos knows how long? Thrilled, to have a chance to not feel like a rabid caged beast locked away for execution? Delirious, to maybe, for a short while, pretend that you two had a normal, loving relationship like he so wishes for?

…yes, something of the sort.

"I'd love to have a chance at dropping you off the cliff, if that's what you mean."

Adorable. Amusing. Acidulous. Kaeya could go through the entire alphabet. A chuckle escapes him, earning your indignation and an insult to his masculinity.

"My, how feisty, as if you are the most physically able of the Knights, or the most cunning strategic thinker, or the one with the most connections, both legitimate and dubious."

"I concur, but at least my father came home."

"You motherfu-"

The grandfather clock strikes, a deep, muffled, resounding 'clang'. It draws your attention.

You sigh, weary and slightly out of breath. "I'm sorry. Let's just go to bed."

He exhales.

"And one more thing." You pull the covers over yourself. "Happy birthday, Kaeya."

He stares at your back facing him, deep in contemplation.

"[Name]."

"…"

"Genius Invokation TCG?"

You get up with a groan. "…just one round."

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #leos works #yandere kaeya

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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Yandere Lumine x reader

Written by Leo

"Ah, Traveler. You're here."

You lower the clipboard in favour of acknowledging her presence. "What brings you here today?"

"Heya, [Name]! Actually, we came because Traveler wanted to see-"

"Any new requests for us?"

Hastily, Lumine interrupts her white floating companion, shooting a mild look of warning her way.

"Ah…let's see." Scanning through the lines, you list down the recent plights and requirements of citizens, oblivious to her unblinking gaze. "Due to the festive season, there has been a huge demand for foreign alcohol, especially from Mondstadt. Escort services are desperately needed."

"Safe conduct again?" Paimon sounds exasperated, but you don't know what she is talking about.

"Of course, you don't have to accept-"

"We'll take it," Lumine says.You smile, eyes crinkling...She would say that it shone like the moon on a starless night.

"Thank you. I know you will complete the mission flawlessly."

She nods, almost too eagerly. With a final owlish blink, she whips out her blade and strides off.You just remembered something.

"Oh, wait! Traveler!"

A glance over her shoulder reveals you, who is mesmerising in the early morning glow.

"Whenever you are free, I'd like to treat you to dinner, as a reward for your efforts. How's that sound?"

Her grip trembles slightly, and she leans forward, eyes flashing with enthusiastic vigour. She nearly flushes. Does that mean that you are…? Part of her wants to squeal, like all those youngsters would when their interest shows signs of reciprocation, but centuries of experience says otherwise.

"Sure."

"Great! See you at 5."

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Alcohol spills over mugs, and the mood is high. Lumine does not usually favour celebrations as spontaneous as this, but since it was you who had planned it, naturally it would have been executed with flawless precision.

"T- Traveler…you're a solid one, do you know that?" A hiccup interrupts your exclamations, as you sling an arm around her shoulder. "It's been…how long? Two years? Two years and two months since you came! You're pretty much family!"

Everyone roars in assent. They sing her praises and pat her on the back, but none of their honey-dipped words are as delectable as yours. It's an indulgence she finds herself craving time and time again. You are the sole guiding light in her turbulent life in this world. The trials and tribulations were forever changing, and without fail, Lumine will return to you, her constant, her grounding anchor.

You offer her a drink, and she declines. Instead she raises a mug full of Fire-Water from her glass, untouched, to your lips. Confused, you slur her name.

"Open your mouth."

"Why…why? I don't think I should…"

The disappointment clouding her features makes you want to throw up. To hit yourself and fling your body down the Chasm. She had been nothing but courteous tonight, and you'd like nothing more than to make her proud.

She gestures for you to part your lips, and you do. What with her sweet smile and gentle touches, of course you would comply. The liquid burns down your throat, but you continue, all the way until the mug is empty.

"Good job."

You do not know why your throat tightens at the laudation. Best to not dwell on it.

Everything blends into one another, a blur of outlines and words…but her shining figure stands out in your eyes. You barely register yourself leaving the restaurant, tugged along by the arm.

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You messed up.You messed up so horrendously that not even Celestial blessings can save you now.

Ironically enough, the golden-haired traveller with her head on your chest seems to think otherwise. Having her breathe in such close proximity makes heat rise to your cheeks. Your head spins, but not from the hangover. You've barely awoken, but having her scent — woodland, and a faint trace of floral — so close to you, is overwhelming.

"Traveler?"

"Hm?" Absentmindedly she traces a finger over your bicep, trailing it down all the way to your palm before intertwining her fingers with yours. Instinctively you jolt upwards.

"Traveler," and it is an arduous task to get the words out of your mouth. "What happened…last night?"

Lumine stares, as if contemplating her reply. "You drank too much. I brought you home."

"Is that it?"

"Yes." Her free hand rises to cup your cheek.

For the sake of your remaining dignity, you truly hope so. "Nothing else…nothing else transpired? Nothing I should know?"

"No." The pad of her thumb brushes over your lower lip. Ashamed, you cast your gaze at the shelves, displaying multitudes of relics and trophies from her lengthy journey. Each and every one is tribute or evidence of the trials undertaken by the esteemed and renowned golden-haired traveller. From the great nation-rescuing adventures, to the mundane humdrum of fresh commissions everyday…to the mighty and many who have fallen in her name.

"Look at me." You obey without delay.

"We really did nothing...?" You hate yourself for sounding almost disappointed.

"That's right," a whisper to your earlobe.

"So why-"

"Shh." You flinch when her hand reaches for the hem of your shirt.

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #leos works #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere lumine #yandere ying #i know its self indulgent

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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"What did he do to you now?"

She removes the cigarette from her mouth. You sniffle, inhaling smoke between sobs, letting out a series of coughs, all the better to sell your pathetic, helpless image. Quanxi places a hand on your hair, turning to glare at the perpetrator, the cause of your tears.

"She needed to be taught a lesson, Quanxi-sama. What better way to train the pet than…?" His voice is gruff with little remorse. You flinch and cower further behind her, the lesser of two evils.

"Hey…I'm doing it for her own good as well. At the very least, don't hit me."

"A corpse is talking."

As Quanxi leads you away, as he lay beaten half to death on the floor, Kishibe swears he sees you stick a very mocking tongue out in his direction.

#yandere chainsaw man #yandere csm #yandere quanxi #yandere kishibe #yandere csm x reader

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jifanjiang0710 · 1 year

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Yandere Scaramouche x reader Written by: Leo Warning: 3.2 Archon quest spoilers, stockholm syndrome

“I’m going to become a god.”

You look up from your light novel, one that Scaramouche has so generously provided for you. “What?”

“Tsk,” his eyebrows furrow, as if offended by your ignorance, but he lacks his usual bite. “Such insolence. Were you any other mortal-”

“You would kill me? That implies that I’m special, right?” You reply with a cheeriness unbefitting of the situation, fully aware of the Harbinger’s growing ire. “You must love me so. I’m so lucky that I caught the attention of such a merciful individual. I will kowtow and shout praises by your feet.” You feel a mild prickling of static and the hair behind your neck stands.

“Know your place, brat. You are as worthless as the sand beneath my feet. You are lucky, for those who do not have anything, have nothing to lose. When I am divine, I should label you a heretic and feed you to the serpents.”

Sighing, you turn your attention back to nothing in particular. “You shouldn’t say such hurtful things. Not everyone is without a heart like you.”

You flip a page. This conversation proves far more engaging than the novel in hand, and the theatrics of nonchalance are a front to continue conversing with your husband in this manner. It’s not as if there are many opportunities to get under his skin. Of course, rebellion comes at a price. Fortunately, there is a valuable skill one tends to pick up over time in his presence, to know when to draw the line.

Now is not one of those times.

Electricity crackles and you swear you hear thunder outside, attuned to his moods. It is as if the world bends to his whims. Not possible, right? Perhaps backtracking is the wiser option, forgo the satisfaction of petty disobedience today.

“I jest. I know that I am the sole individual which your lonely soul longs for.”

The skies clear. Almost.

“If you weren’t, you would not be sitting here as my wife today, rather rotting away, long forgotten, along with every other mortal who dares cross me.”

A moment of weakness allows a light chuckle to escape your mouth.

None of you say a word. But you know he wants to. He refuses to succumb.

…

“What’re you laughing at?” His tone suggests that you tread very, very carefully in what you decide to say next.

Ah, forget always taking the safe route. It’s the stuff of cowards.

“Well, not every mortal…”

Outside, a deafening rumble shakes the very foundations of the ground.

“Not once have you managed to one-up the Traveler, have you?”

“YOU INGRATE-!”

---

“Scaramouche.”

“…” He says nothing, but the clenching of his fists is enough.

“Scaaaaraaaamouuucheee?”

“What.”

“We made progress! You didn’t tell me to piss off! Warming up to me?”

“Tsk…”

This is a chore you wish need not be completed. After succeeding in angering the little puppet beyond words (and earning yourself a hefty punishment as a result), you have set yourself the task of soothing him from this never-ending temper tantrum, if not for his then for your sake. “Are you still angry?”

Scaramouche turns to you for the first time today. “What,” voice dripping with venom, “do you think?”

“I think we can move on from this unfortunate incident!” You smile, too wide to be true, and open your arms. “I’ll give you a hug.” This is killing you inside. Archons have mercy.

At his refusal to comply, you bite the bullet and hold him from behind. For his stone-cold artificial heart, he is deceptively warm. He recoils almost immediately.

“How dare you!”

Your smile drops a fraction. “I was merely offering you some semblance of comfort.”

Scaramouche has no words, for once.

“…don’t lie to me. You plan my death several times a month.”

He seems to love his made-up accusations and falsehoods. You are still smiling, a sight which infuriates him. You know something he doesn’t. Do you expect him to continue entertaining all those foolish mental games you play? Do you think he will so easily quail to desires of the flesh. He is a god! He is above all of those wretched mortals and archons, above all weaknesses-!

“I never said you could let go.”

As you wrap your arms around him, offering a breathy laugh like a songbird’s melody. He decides not to ask, this time.

---

He stands proud. He is invincible. His name shan’t be tarnished nor sullied. He is feared and respected in volumes, while the commonfolk cower at the mention of his name. He is Scaramouche, 6th of the Fatui Harbingers. He is a future god, worshipped, and loved.

“So why…?”

The Electro Archon’s gnosis lies forgotten on the ground. A scene of carnage as far as the eyes can see. Bodies are everywhere, evidence of his uncontrollable rage, and unending sorrow. Everything going up in flames and lives razed to the ground, leaving behind a barren, deathly piece of land, so reminiscent of that day, 500 years ago.

Blood, on the corpses, staining the sky and ground and everything in between, smeared on his face, dripping from his palms. Not enough, it was never enough, so many years and…

“Scara?”

He whips around, eyes crazed and bloodshot, instincts flared for another round of bloodshed. The fire dies down when he recognises the figure before him. He should relish this. Scaramouche revels in reminding you of your hopeless situation and takes pleasure from the fear in your eyes, but you are not afraid.

Scaramouche does not know what to do, mind too preoccupied with the wreckage before him. He cannot fathom anything else. How could they? How dare they? Did they not care? How could she? Who was she to do that, as if he were some toy to dispose of if she were dissatisfied? Was he not enough? Was he lower, inferior? How dare you? How could you? Who are you to do this? Howdareyouhowdareyouhowdareyou-

He feels a tug at his hand. You hold tight, and with a nod of reassurance, you lead him away.

You dare not let go.

---

Please. Don’t.

Like a puppet cut from his strings, the mechanism collapses, and so does he.

It’s over. The Gnosis is gone, what for does he need to fight?

“KUNIKUZUSHI!”

The call of his name is chilling, like a needle straight through his heart. Perhaps for the first time since becoming a Harbinger, Kunikuzushi is frightened. He knows that voice all too well. He wishes he did not have to hear it now, of all places. You remind him of everything he stands to lose.

He can hear you shout obscenities at the Traveler, as the final harness on his back prepares to snap. You scream and demand, nearly begging for them to leave him alone.

Do not lower yourself to them in such a way. You are far worthier.

The endless assault finally comes to a halt. His body feels like stone and iron, he cannot move his legs, and the ground gives way.

You are free, aren’t you? You’ve always wanted escape from me. Now you can live out your life as you want to…while I am left to rot.

The wind whistles past his ears. His last thought is selfish, but Kunikuzushi is long past the point of caring.

Don’t forget me. Never stop loving me.

#yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #leos works #yandere genshin #i dont like scaramouche #but that cutscene broke my heart

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