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yandere-daze · 3 months

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I´ve had this idea plague my mind for the last few days and now it´s finally time for me to unleash it onto the world. Feel free to comment on or ask questions about this idea/ AU if you find it interesting!

This work was inspired by the normalized yandere genshin AU I stumbled upon while scrolling through Tumblr, created by @fancyfeathers

Hope you enjoy!

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tw yandere, normalized yandere behaviour, mentions of obsession, possessiveness, kidnapping, stalking, murder, emotional manipulation and isolation

Yandere! Genshin Academy/Normalized Yandere AU

In this AU, yanderes are a normal and accepted part of society. Not only are their toxic attitudes and behaviours permitted but even encouraged. Somehow, over the years, people have even started to wish for a yandere as their partners. By Teyvat society at large, yanderes are seen as somewhat of an ideal partner. They´re fiercely loyal and would do absolutely anything for their darlings, right?

And yet, many darlings sing a different tune when reality suddenly comes crashing down onto them when a yandere actually starts pursuing them. Fantasizing about things such as being kidnapped is simply something entirely different compared to experiencing the real thing. And yet, when they call out for help from their loved ones, they´re simply patted on their back and congratulated. Some might even express their condolences to the poor yandere, saying that it always takes a bit of time for a darling to realize that this is for the best.

You are one of the few people who are completely horrified by the concept of a yandere and even more so to see everyone around you treat kidnappings or murder sprees as something completely normal or even romantic. You shudder at the thought of ever attracting the attention of a yandere, knowing that you would have no one to help you avoid that dreadful fate.

Which is why your complete world is turned upside down when you´ve been registered at the wrong academy by mistake. An administrative error, you were told. One, that might take a few weeks or even months to correct.

Now normally, you would have been annoyed but fine with this. You would just have to bear with it for a bit and attend a different school until the error is fixed and you can finally go to your desired one.

But you felt a pool of dread form deep within you when you did some research on the academy you had been wrongly assigned to. It actually wasn´t all that easy to find information on the academy, which you found strange, seeing as this has never been an issue with any other well-regarded academy. But no matter how much you search, nothing concrete is to be found. Only a few abandoned forum posts where people asked around about their missing friend who had last been seen close to the academy in question.

It made you feel a bit uneasy but you figured that it probably didn´t have anything to do with the academy itself. As sad as it was, disappearances were happening all over Teyvat, so this one case wasn´t really of note.

But seeing as you couldn´t find anything else, you figured that you would just need to figure things out on your first day attending the academy.

And oh, were you in for a nasty surprise.

As soon as you sat down for your first lesson, you noticed how strange the atmosphere was. Everyone had been staring at you so strangely when you entered the room, it kind of unnerved you.

After that, a few introductions were exchanged and you slowly calmed down again. Your classmates seemed nice enough and you thought that maybe, your time here wouldn´t be so bad after all.

All that quickly changed when your professor finally entered the room and introduced himself as the instructor who would teach you the subject of "stalking".

Turning your head left and right, you tried to see if anyone else was as shocked about this as you were but to your surprise, no one even raised an eyebrow at this very concerning introduction.

A class on stalking? Maybe this wasn´t what you actually feared and more so a clumsy way of saying that this would be a psychology class focusing on the mental effects stalking has on the victims? With all these yanderes running around unchecked, there were bound to be many victims and so a class like this might actually be beneficiary. I mean surely they wouldn´t actually try to teach young adults how to kidnap someone, right?

Right?

Well, it turns out you were wrong when the professor started outlining different forms of stalking. Following "your darling" around, stalking them online, placing cameras or microphones in their rooms to observe them anytime you wanted.

Your mind was spiraling as you listened to the lecture and you briefly wondered at just what kind of an academy you had been enlisted in. Surely this must be some kind of joke, right? A prank played on newcomers at the academy to get them spooked? Surely someone is going to come in any moment, clear all of this up and then laugh at you actually falling for this?

But no matter how much you hoped for this to be the case, no one was coming. No one was making fun of you for falling for such an obvious prank. In fact, none of your classmates seemed perturbed at all by what was being taught here. How could they be okay with a lesson that basically amounted to "how to stalk someone 101"? You felt like you were losing your mind.

Glancing to your right, you see your blond deskmate eagerly nodding along to whatever the professor was saying and swiftly taking notes whenever a sentence seemed to particularly strike a chord with him. His red eyes practically sparkled as he outlined "helpful tips and tricks for not alerting your darling of your presence" on his paper, using a text marker to highlight a particular passage as if to say that it would come in handy in the future.

On your left, you saw another tall male student and for a moment you hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was someone else here who was bothered by the lecture given. He had a bored look on his face and he was wearing some type of headphones over his grey hair. Was he even paying attention? Maybe he was trying to cancel out the horrific lecture taking place at the moment.

You discreetly leaned over a bit, only to see that he was actually holding a book hidden under the desk, his eyes carefully following the paragraphs of tiny letters. Well, it seems like he certainly wasn´t paying much attention to the lecture because what he was secretly reading seemed to be some advanced material on the success rate of different methods of stalking, from the looks of it.

You quickly turned your head back when you saw him glancing over at you with an unreadable stare. Well, it looks like your hopes were dashed again after all. This guy was nuts too.

Knowing this, you really couldn´t do much aside from waiting for class to be over.

Your small hope that this was just a really strange outlier was quickly destroyed again in your following classes.

Next was a class on emotional manipulation and how to get your darling to depend on you.

Then, a class on how to force yourself into your darling´s life and how to approach growing closer to them.

Finally, the day ended with a lecture on how to kidnap your darling and make them disappear without a trace.

As the bell finally rung, the professor informed your class that there was also an optional class about how to effectively "get rid" of a rival that you can sign up for. You pretended to not be bothered when several students raised their hands to show their interest in attending this course.

You scrambled to get out of your seat as fast as possible, not wanting to stay in this hellish classroom for even a second later. You fled into the hallway and walk by groups of students excitedly chattering about things you didn´t want to listen to.

"Oh, I hope I can find my darling soon! I just know I´ll feel a special connection when we first make eye contact! I´ve been waiting for so long", the first girl swooned as she twirled strands of her long brown hair around her finger, seemingly lost in her own fantasies.

"Agreed. I know that once I meet my darling, I won´t let anything get between us. I will never let them go. It´s only a matter of time", the taller, blue-haired woman chimed in, her voice calmer than that of her excitable friend.

You didn´t like the way her eyes linger on you as you pass by them.

Once home, you tried to make contact with the administrative office again to ask them if the process of your transfer can be sped up in any way. You didn´t want to spend another second in that academy.

With what you have seen today, you were easily able to deduce the true nature of this academy and it left you absolutely terrified.

The fact that you weren´t able to find any information about the academy beforehand, your strange classmates fixated on their potential "darlings" and of course the horrid classes being taught there.

Somehow, you have ended up in an academy for yanderes. Every single person you saw there today was a lovesick lunatic in some shape or form. And the more you thought about it, the more you realized you were in huge danger there. What would your crazed classmates do if they ever found out that you actually weren´t a fellow yandere but someone they could claim as a "darling"? The very thought of it makes you sick. You have to get out of there immediately!

Which is why your heart dropped when after some long hesitation, the person on the phone finally answered you.

"You must excuse me but I´m afraid to tell you that there have been some... unforeseen circumstances that do not permit me to work on your case at the moment. I have been asked to postpone this matter until further notice".

"What? Why?", is all you could manage to say in your befuddlement. You knew bureaucracy can take a long time but for this woman to specifically be asked to postpone this? Just what was going on here?

Again, the woman on the phone hesitated to answer and you could hear a tinge of nervousness in her voice when she finally spoke up. As if she wasn´t sure if she was allowed to say what she was about to.

"I´m afraid that I´m not at liberty to provide this information. The person asking me to...focus on different cases for the meantime wished to stay anonymous. Even so, it is not within my power to refuse their wishes as they have provided our establishment with a generous donation. I sadly cannot help you with this issue", at least the woman did sound generally apologetic but that didn´t really help you in this situation.

Your mind was still reeling as you processed this information. Someone specifically asked for your transferal to not be worked on? Why would anyone do this? And they seemed to have a large fortune too? Why all this to make you stay around?

It can´t be that you already attracted someone´s attention while at the academy, right? Surely that couldn´t be true! You made sure to not interact with anyone directly after you realized just what kind of people attended this school. How could one of these yanderes have "fallen for you" already?

It seemed so utterly unbelievable and if you were being honest, you didn´t want to believe that it was true either. But nothing else made sense. Why would anyone do this otherwise?

Noticing your prolonged silence, the woman spoke up once more.

"I´m sure that all of this will be resolved soon. It will only be a few months. I am sure you will find many friends at your current school soon."

You sure hoped not. The thought of being noticed by any of the yanderes already made the hairs on your neck rise. You vowed to stay away from anyone who even showed a fleeting interest in you. You had to keep yourself safe until you can finally switch schools. You could do this, you had to!

You barely registered when the woman bid you farewell and hung up the phone after you once again didn´t answer her.

Now completely alone, you forged a plan. If you didn´t want to get involved in anything dangerous, no one could find out that you were actually here by mistake and not a yandere. Nothing could be worse than these lunatics finding out that you´re a darling, so you´ll have to be very careful. But how do you do this?

Well, it seemed like you must act like a yandere yourself. You would have to pretend that you´re a lovesick fool who totally isn´t bothered by all this talk about kidnapping, stalking, and murder. Thinking about it again already made you sick but you didn´t really have any other options. No one could find out or it was over for you.

You only hoped that you could convincingly play the part and that no one was perceptive enough to see right through you. Well, it couldn´t be that hard, right?

Surely no one already had their eye on you. Right?

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wodimewoahtime · 4 days

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hey till...... don't you have just a little too much tsundere "i'm not gay" yaoi protag power???? why are you attracting these guys like a hamster to the shredder

#what is this..... both the male leads are troublesome guys.........#till why are you attracting guys with bad personality's!!!!!#QMENG GIVING LUKA A NOSEBLEED AT CATBOY TILL IS INSANE THO #on that one you can't even deny it cmon #it's cute when it's actor au 2 younger idols pursuing their actor sumbae #but doesn't it also have a taste when the 30 year old famous perfect guy celebrity yandere ceo ends up gaining an interest #in the 21year old young college student till????#and he's roommates with his 22yo childhood friend ivan (super popular) who's been in love with him since they first met #hey wait..... doesn't this make ivan the second male lead........#will this guy ever win.......#hey!!! cheer up ivan!!!!!!#personally at least!!!! i've always liked the second male leads the most!!!!!!! (pain)#ivantill #tilluka #is that its ship name?#ivantilluka #kdrama ass shit #till alnst #ivan alnst #luka alnst #alnst #alien stage #alnst official art #i'm normal

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kyojurismo · 7 months

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cw // yandere midoriya izuku + fem!reader

strange. the vibes coming off midoriya. he joined your group of friends recently, invited by ochaco. she said he was a nice guy, well mannered and kind. what she didn’t know was that izuku had been stalking you for months. he befriended her first to make it look even more casual, but the night he offered to give you a ride back home and didn’t asked for the address raised some doubts.

“how do you know my apartment address?” you asked with a chuckle, trying to sound calm. izuku’s eyes widened for a second before he changed expression. “ochaco told me before we left,” he smiled at you before turning off the engine. “uh, alright. well, thank you for the ride,” you were quick to grab your bag and get out of the car. izuku followed your every movement with attention, noticing that you seemed a bit nervous. “is something wrong?” he asked, his tone gentle. “oh? not at all! drive safely, okay? goodnight.”

izuku just smiled before watching you enter the building. he clenched his jaw as his whole expression turned into that of a man close to lose his composure. “you almost fucked up. what if she didn’t believe uraraka-san told you the address? she has to trust you, izuku. you need her trust to get her.”

it seemed izuku enjoyed your company a bit too much since he was always inviting you somewhere. but nothing weird about it, right? wrong. he never asked you to meet up whenever you had a test or something important to do, it looked like he knew when you were really free and when you were busy. that seemed a coincidence in the beginning, but then you noticed how he started acting weirdly. “i swear we won’t be late, i know you have lessons in the morning! it’s one of those romcom, you know? i’m sure you will like it!” he sounded so enthusiastic while inviting you to the cinema to watch one of the latest film with your favourite actor. for the third time. the weird thing was that you never talked about it.

after some time of trying to convince yourself that it was just your mind trying to convince you that every man was some kind of psychopath, your fears became reality when you found one of his notebook. full of informations and pics of you. the more you turned page after page, your trembling hands holding it tightly, you realised izuku had been stalking you for months, way before joining your friends. you felt sick as you found every tiny detail about you listed there, details not even your closest friends knew about you.

“oh, there it was,” his voice startled you. you dropped the notebook as you jumped in place, not expecting him to appear out of nowhere. “i dropped it before my last lesson, how unfortunate huh?” he chuckled as he retrieved it and secured it into his backpack. “i didn’t really want you to know about that, your brain would never process it and make you realise that i’m in fact what you need. but that’s okay! we can sort it out, i just gotta work extra hard now so you won’t leave me!” his grin made you shiver, you stood there speechless as he spoke so nonchalantly even after you found out he was your stalker. what’s wrong with him?! “why don’t you come over at mine, hm? i know your brain is full of thoughts right now, i don’t want my darling to feel overwhelmed all by her own. what kind of partner would do that?”

“p-partner?” oh you were so ready to run away the moment he started walking towards you but when he grabbed your wrist and held it with such force you realised you couldn’t really escape him. you didn’t even realise you were crying now. “yeah. i mean, i prepared for this role for almost a year now,” his laugh was anything but comforting.

#📂 — writing !!#I GOT CARRIED AWAT OH MY GOD #i don’t like it. like– not at all.#but i also had to get it out of my head #this is a normal au so quirks don’t exist but izuku is like 21 in this #i don’t even think this makes sense LMAO but enjoy i guess #yandere!izuku midoriya #mha izuku #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya imagine #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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Free As A Caged Bird

Warnings: general sagau, possessiveness, light threats of violence, possessiveness again

Paring: Venti/reader

You couldn't deny he looked pretty like that. It was a strangely simplistic word to use, you thought briefly, as if any one single word could even begin to touch the full scope of exactly what you thought of the eccentric bard. But particularly now, as you watched the sun bounce freely off his skin, lighting up his wings with an angelic glow, that was almost blinding if looked at directly, and, of course, how it seemed catch on the teal in his hair.

Oh the great Anemo Archon, it was in moments like these when you could reasonably see how he lived up to that title.

Seemingly completely oblivious to your thoughts, Venti was occupying his mind by delicately plucking strings on his dear lyre, beautiful notes drifting through the air for all to hear, although if you asked him, he would say they were for your ears alone.

You liked listening to him play, it truly was an ethereal type of music, something completely unique to itself, unreplicable. Why he had decided to start dressing in his Archon outfit more often eluded you, but you couldn't bring yourself to be particularly mournful over the lack of concealing green clothing, not as you got to look upon him like this.

You thought briefly on how he had been acting a bit strange recently. It wasn't as if the bard was known for anything other than the eccentric, but this seemed a bit outside the usual scope of expected oddities.

He was clingy, though that, in and of itself, wasn't particularly unusual, but it was more the specific mannerisms he displayed in those moments where he wouldn't let go of your arm for anyone in the world.

The full extent of this was really shown when you were faced with a choice. Either to give in to his whims, containing nothing less than eager devotion, or to focus your attention on other matters, ones that could be argued as far more important. He made it difficult to choose the latter.

You snapped out of your momentary thought, met with wide unblinking eyes before your very own, containing nothing but the purest form of love. You hadn't noticed he'd gotten that close before you could practically feel his soft breath against your skin. Once he noticed that he'd finally caught your attention, Venti smiled and leaned in, touching your nose with his own for a brief moment before pulling away and laughing, seemingly both at your confused state and some form of an inside joke you couldn't possibly hope to understand.

That was your Venti, head full of things you likely couldn’t comprehend, not that you necessarily wanted to even try.

You thought for a moment, less than a moment, about how much time had passed since you had first stepped through those large double doors to the outside garden, how far over your 'only ten minutes' boundary you were. It was hard to think of serious things around him, it almost seemed Venti had a sixth sense for when you were about to make a declaration that caused your absence, and an even better method of avoiding it.

It seemed as if your less than a moment thought was more than enough to spark his divine intuition, to act before you could so much as think of opening your mouth.

You were grabbed gently by your hand and pulled upwards, directly into his waiting embrace, wings wrapping around you with the silent guarantee that he wouldn’t let you go so willingly. You opened your mouth to say something, but he spoke first with the exact same mixture of playful seriousness you had come to expect.

"I'm not letting you go today. Just stay with me, won't you?"

It wasn't a question, not really, as any negative answer you gave would be met with a deaf ear and likely a face full of feathers. You knew your position and chose not to say anything, mentally rearranging tomorrow's schedule to accommodate today's losses.

He preferred it this way, he thought quietly to himself as he continued to take special care of your individual features. From your nose to your eyelids to your forehead, and every place in between, he lovingly adorned them with nothing but the utmost of worship. He would have stayed there for hours too, if you hadn't finally swatted him off with a huff.

Venti smiled at your compliance, rewarding it with a soft kiss to your neck, then another, and a few more after until you couldn't help but laugh at the ticklish sensation. He didn't stop his blatant abuse of power there though, moving his lips up to your jaw, planting a few kisses in that area, then up a bit farther till he was met with your lips.

You felt completely covered from the world, just him and you in a sheet of feathers, secluded enough that he could do what he pleased in broad daylight, unknown to any potential onlookers.

How needy he was, it was truly unbelievable and completely unsatiable. He was back on you again within a moment, this time running his hands up from your hips to your waist with little shame, wrapping them around you in an airtight lock.

It was hard to think of anything else, lost in the moment of how he felt, how you felt with him, so shielded from the world.

You lightly cleared your throat after a moment had passed, signaling his attention from where it was previously buried in your clothing. He could tell what you were implying and let out a huff in response, begrudgingly letting you go but staying just as close.

While walking you were occasionally stopped, often by someone who wanted your input on something of minor importance. It was strange, but after the first few times you could tell that your silent companion visibly stiffened each time you were approached, as if he was suddenly aware of a very intense threat and was stuck in that pivotal moment between fight or flight.

You intended to keep your silent promise, allowing him to follow you around like a pet when you finally stood, a role he was all too happy to partake in.

You walked through your temple, around the many halls and through the rooms, ever closer to the exit in which you would be allowed to be fully free in the beautiful outside world. Although, ironically, ‘free’ wasn’t something you could ever truly be when the very god of freedom demanded so much of yours.

You frankly didn't want to indulge in those moments longer than you had to anyway. It was as if nobody knew quite how to function when around you, couldn’t make any decisions on their own when faced with the prospect of your potential opinion.

But this was still notably strange, a reaction you couldn't remember observing before, as if it was born out of something newly changed.

That isn't to say Venti ever particularly liked when you would talk to other people, you could tell through his strained smiles and dull eyes than he wasn't fond of having your attention off him, on a less worthy subject, but this was something entirely different.

You contemplated it while continuing your walk to the grand temple doors, trying your very best not to make eye contact with anybody else, lest they attempt to approach you. Venti continued to follow dutifully behind, sharing the same sentiment.

It was more than difficult to suppress the surge of jealousy, and even possessiveness, that overcame him at the sight of others near you, it was impossible, completely unthinkable, and, worst of all, it all seemed to dissipate so quickly whenever you grabbed his hand, melting together into something warm and pleasant.

If you were to look at these occurrences from his perspective, you would find your previous metaphor to be more spot on than you'd have hoped.

You had committed yourself to him today, after his begging and pleading you were finally his to adore, and these people rudely coming up to interrupt that was testing his patience. He had a tangible claim to you now and it was as if no one else cared, or even acknowledged the few small feathers tucked away in your clothing, how you smelled so much like him and not anyone else, the exact way he wished it to be all the time.

He hadn't noticed that the two of you were now through the doors into the outside world, the lush hills and soft breeze bringing him back. It took only a second to resecure the facade.

"This is much better, don't you think? Now I have you allll to myself." He chirped, grinning at the prospect of the coming day.

You smiled in return. "You know, I was thinking we could go to Mondstadt city today, it feels like forever since I've hit the tavern."

Venti's grin fell ever so slightly before returning to its former glory, this time with an almost unnoticeable strain behind it.

"Whatever my dearest and beloved creator wants, does that mean the drinks are on you?" That was more of a joke than anything and you both knew it. It would be a cold day in hell before Diluc allowed you to pay for yourself in his bar, no arguing that, and since you’ve grown so fond of your dear bard he often got away with more than most.

The walk was pleasant, a never faltering breeze, courtesy of a certain god, along with a brilliant blue sky. The monsters paid you no mind as usual, although you couldn't help but feel a little nervous when passing one you didn't have particularly pleasant memories with in the past.

True to his nature, Venti chatted your ear off the entire walk, clasping your hand and his and occasionally pulling you along to look at something he spotted out of the corner of his eye, making a usual short walk significantly longer.

"Your grace!? What an honor!"

It wasn't that Venti didn't want a drink, that could never be honestly said, but the mere thought of being around people made his skin crawl. To walk with you like this was the most pleasant thing in the universe, comparable to nothing and an experience he wouldn't trade for anything in the world, which is why he could feel his stomach drop at the sight of Mondstadt's gate, guards posted out front in their usual manner.

He loved his nation and his people, more than almost anything, but oh how he wanted to simply grab your hand and run to the nearest cliffside where you could be alone together, maybe even stretch his wings a bit and take the opportunity to show off.

Venti seriously considered grabbing you and making run for it, it was as if that was all his body wanted him to do.

You, in all your elegance, gave a sheepish smile and a 'thank you', quickly walking past the starstruck guards and avoiding the main walking area in favor of a more secluded side road.

It was funny how his people didn't even recognize him like this, it was as if your mere existence clouded everything else, blinding all to whatever lay around them.

Venti briefly considered pulling you through the side gate, jumping into the open water and pulling you in with him, spontaneously swimming alone together, but you had pulled him inside before he had the chance to act on it.

The tavern wasn't super lively, it being still rather early in the day. Most of the people present were from the night before, either passed out on one of the tables or still lively drinking their way through a bottle, little to no care with what existed around them.

You cheerfully walked up to the bar to order a bottle from Charles, who was all around better at hiding his starstruckness than some of the other townsfolk, and brought it to the table that Venti had snagged with two glasses. You had just finished topping off the second when you were met with a weight on your lap, one that was all too familiar.

"Oh? My bad, I didn't notice you there your grace. But you don't mind sharing, right~?" Venti cooed, making himself comfortable as you hummed. His wings didn't make it particularly easy to reach anything in front of you though, something he took note of as he decided to grab your drink and bring it up to your lips for you.

Your quirked an eyebrow before taking a quick and carful sip, one that seemed to satisfy him as he brought the cup to his own lips moments after, downing a majority of the liquid and giggling.

That counted as an indirect kiss, didn't it?

Venti didn't have time to ponder for long as you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his feathers. He couldn't help but let out a sudden soft whine at the feeling of your arms around him like that. Everything else faded away, it was as if you had some sort of power to make it all seem so utterly insignificant, to leave him with only thoughts of you and how he'd much rather have you alone, free to touch and worship as he pleased, than this crowded tavern.

Something much less pleasant forced him out of that mindset, a stranger, a drunk and obviously intellectually impaired stranger who thought it wise to approach the two of you with a careless grin, one that set Venti on edge.

"Welllll," the man slurred, grin getting wider as your face came into focus, "What an honor, to be blessed by the divine creator's presence."

You could tell by the way the man could barely stand upright that he didn't have any ill intentions and was simply far too gone to understand social cues, so you weren't particularly off put when he attempted to reach for your hand.

He didn't make it, someone else grabbing his wrist in a death grip, inches before his fingers touched your own.

Everything happened so fast, the sound of shattering glass, the weight you had grown used to on your lap no longer there, the look in Venti's eyes as he pinned the other man to the table in front of you with enough force to hear part of the wood crack.

"Try to touch them again and you lose your hand."

Venti’s voice was deathly serious, dripping with a sort of anger you had never gotten close to witnessing. His grip tightened once more as if to emphasize his point, dangerously close to cutting off the man's blood flow, who merely gaped at the scene, fear taking a moment to set in.

You were left staring, mouth agape as well, stuck in temporary paralysis as if time itself had stopped, shocked but also partly scared as the darkness of his expression crept back into your mind.

It was dead quiet for a moment, but only a moment. You were about to stand, about to do something you weren't sure of yet, to interject, to stop further escalation, but before you were able to take even one step you found yourself in the arms of another.

An involuntary gasp quickly left your lips as you were hoisted up, carried out of the tavern before your mind caught up.

Venti was quick to set you down gently once outside, fussing over you and looking for any possible injuries as you looked on in a daze. God help that man if he actually managed to find any.

"You've got to be more careful your grace! You almost stepped on broken glass." He pouted, grasping your hands in his own as he gave you a worried look, all traces of the anger completely gone.

"Venti—"

"Are you ok? You didn't get hurt, right? Please tell me if anything hurts." He cut you off gently, with that same unmaskable worry as he brought your hands up to his face and nuzzled against them.

"Venti… What- what was that?"

He could only give you a sheepish look at your exasperated tone, a small guilty smile forming.

Ok sure, he might have overreacted slightly, but it was hard not to when the drunkard attempted so casually to touch you, when he had obviously already laid claim to you.

Instead of responding, he simply wrapped his wings around you both, pulling you closer and taking the opportunity to rest his head in the crook of your neck, as if trying to silently apologize.

Multiple feelings flooded over him in that moment, a crude mixture of love and devotion, need and possessiveness, tied together with complete and utter worship. He wanted nothing more than to just envelop you in all of it, to drown you in his sea of feelings so that you two could live happily there at the bottom, away from everything else.

He did finally pull away when he noticed your silence, as if you were holding your breath.

"My love, my beautiful and brightest star, please talk to me." He asked, begged, pleated so heavily. You only responded in silence.

He felt as if he could cry, were you ignoring him? Was this a punishment for acting rashly? He'd give you the world to make up for it, in a heartbeat.

You swallowed the fear that was coating your throat, taking a shaky breath, finally coming down from the emotional high.

You could feel the intensity of his emotions too, how they radiated from his very essence. You knew if that man had so much as grabbed you, he'd be dead by now. And you weren't completely confident with the idea that he wouldn't be later.

"Venti,” You started, softly, “My beloved Archon, please, please don't do that again."

Every word after 'beloved' was promptly dismissed as the bard mentally swooned, tackling you to the ground and immediately pressing kisses to your face indiscriminately with an unshakable smile. The word rang in his head over and over again with each kiss, on infinite repeat as he placed a final long kiss directly on your lips, one you accepted.

You knew you were being a bit too lenient with him, you knew this probably wouldn't stick, but the way he chose to make up for it was almost enough to dismiss the idea, focusing solely on how his hands felt on your back as he held you against him, honeyed words of infatuation and adoration whispered ever so gently against you.

The way he treated you like the only person in the universe was almost endearing enough to forget how true he really believed that to be.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #somehow this both ended up longer and shorter than i was expecting #somehow the idea of Venti in his archon outfit #totally recognizable as barbatos #but completely overlooked by you #a normal looking person #is very funny to me #give us commas in the tags 2023 #it has been a week and it's only Wednesday

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thequietkid-moonie · 3 months

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i saw a yandere fanfic that said normalized au

So, you're saying that there could be a au were there exist yanderes and is actually a common thing??

maybe like in soulmate au where everyone is destinated to be with someone, but like the yanderes have to find someone to love?

But now that i think about it, in that case there SHOULD be laws to protect the darling and probably diferent organizations to help both parts, the darling and the yandere

Haha imagine that if the case is that two yanderes falls in love with the same darling the probably end up in a court, trying to solve this problem legally to see who is the one with the right to have the darling or even make a deal to share

I think it would be common to do contracts with the yandere so the darling can put limits and protect themselfs

Hahaha imagine a darling and a yandere going to couple therapy

#silly moonie #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere prompts #yandere normalized au

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merakiui · 1 year

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thinking about the housewardens, but they’re an idol group and you’re their manager. OTL they all vie for your attention, but you’re too busy balancing manager work to even notice that their gestures are more romantic and flirtatious than friendly. they’re always making eye contact with you when they’re in the recording studio, sometimes even smiling or winking when they know you’re looking. and when you aren’t around, they’re bickering over how some of them spend too much time with you compared to the others.

so imagine their surprise when they realize that they don’t know much about their manager’s private life. with seven idols, each with varying levels of fortune and all incredibly influential, it isn’t that difficult to pry. and when they learn you’re actually in a relationship, they’re all stunned. their manager is always working, so they never considered you’d have time for dating, much like how their agency forbids them from seeking romance. they always thought they might have a chance.

it was one thing to compete amongst themselves, but now they have to compete with your actual lover. this simply won’t do. they’ll have to find a way to have you all to themselves, and with the world practically at their fingertips it shouldn’t be too much of a challenge to achieve their precious manager’s heart, even if they must play a little dirty.

#meraki mumbles #housewarden idol au #yandere twst #imagine you're dating rollo who is the most normal compared to all of them #he's not rich or influential like them #so when the housewardens look into him and his background and find he's just a boring guy with a boring life (or so they think)#they're all like 'this is the man who's stolen manager's heart???? really?? a man who's probably blander than the blandest bread??????'#they're quite salty >:(#housewardens: so there's seven of us and one of him... we can put him in a coffin before manager even suspects anything :)#omg imagine they pay for a vacation for you and are fully expecting you to invite one (or all) of them along for the trip #and then you go with rollo and they're like -___-#the housewardens might not know of your private life but then you also hardly know them >:)#too many thoughts... orz

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ikemenomegas · 10 months

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so since you said before in a previous post that satoru is basically always possessive and is the most jealous person and in another post, he'd act clingy towards you in public or something along those lines, when he feels jealous. say, he's around his students and sees someone persistently flirting with his alpha, would he show his jealousy in that moment or would he wait for a more private moment?

Gojo gets a little more reasonable as he gets older so that's at least one thing in your favor😅. Yeah, his life of entitlement makes him jealous and possessive and he has a terrible sense of "personal boundaries" because his are always up. So even though it's really not socially acceptable, he will get in your and anyone else's space if he wants to or feels the need.

When the situation allows, Satoru will indulge in a playful expression of his inclination to jealousy and possessiveness. However, the question you ask is pretty broad...

If it's just some stranger and you don't realize this other person is flirting, having the students around to witness Satoru's moods only holds him back or changes the way he's going to expresses his feelings, it wouldn't stop him as long as it's not deadly serious. (... look at the very cringe worthy violin teacher bit)

If it's something a little more uncomfortable, like you know this stranger is flirting and can't get away from it, Satoru has no issue being rude to people in public and the students know he's like this, so he'll steer you away or casually guide an encumbrance into the way so you have an opening to leave. (He would call you from across the street and be obvious about it haha). He might bribe or convince the students to help stage a distraction/intervention. He once sent a very young Megumi to pose as your implied son and fetch you back.

If it's necessary for you to talk to this person, maybe for business purposes, and he realizes they're flirting, he will wait until you get what you came for or let you deal with it yourself. If he's hurt at all by your inability or unwillingness to stop this person from flirting with you but is in a delicate situation, he will wait until you get home to maybe go a little feral. He dislikes that he wants the reassurance, but he is more likely to want it. If he can though, he'll melt and pout all over you right away and you should take him out for a quick ice cream or dinner.

If it's another sorcerer and tied in with clan politics, that's where Satoru is really good at walking a line where he can say something that looks normal written down, but everyone in the vicinity understands that this is Gojo-sama, the Six-Eyes user, the strongest sorcerer, and you do not lay hands or eyes on his mate, you do not assume that his having an alpha in any way changes his position in the clan structure, and you do not offer disrespect by association in approaching his alpha with an intention towards seduction.

Also, I feel like I'm not saying this well so I do want to clarify that (the way I try to write the typical au characters), Gojo doesn't act jealous or possessive because of a lack of trust or "ownership" in the objectifying sense. The more obnoxious part is that it's more about having your attention - if it's on someone else, it's not on him. He knows that alpha would not cheat on him, but he also has human emotions - he's just really bad at behaving in a socially acceptable manner about them. Admittedly, it never feels great when someone is implying that they could steal your partner.

Idk his "jealousy" is hard to explain because it doesn't come from a place of insecurity, it has nothing to do with a lack of trust, it has to do with Satoru being an unreasonable demigod who's used to acting on emotions in the moment when he can get away with it, but also because he knows you could walk away because he'd let you. That's one rule he's always subconsciously stuck to - he's not going to force you to stay. Yes, he's always had everything he can physically ask for, but Satoru has been forced into a lot of things his entire life.

He never outright manipulates anybody (in the way of setting up situations to back someone into a corner. If they let him know who they are, he's going to use that information but that's not as dark as it could get). He refuses to actually play politics in general. He's remarkably innocent in the way he relies on earnestness and the threat of potential obliteration as his tools to get things done, they're pretty honest all things considered.

So he's not going to blame or criticize, he's not going to yell or belittle or go all creepy possessive on you. His public persona makes it seem like he would do these things regardless of who's around, but we've seen repeatedly that Satoru is painfully, remarkably rational, almost to the point where he'll lay aside any personal feelings about a situation if it makes sense to do so. He acts out when he can, but it's seldom as chaotic as the higher ups seem to think it is. I guess what I'm saying is he's got boundaries and rules that he follows, it's just that the lines are so far away from what most people experience, this makes him look completely unhinged and he plays this up because when people expect unpredictability from him, it's so far played to his advantage.

#jjk #gojo satoru #omegaverse #ask answered #alpha!reader #from the margins #writing this made me think a creepier more yandere version of Gojo would be fun to write #it's just that's not what's going on in the “my younger years” fic chain #so I hope this illuminated a little of how I think of gojo as I write the fics in this au #btw between the two of them getou is much worse when it comes to this behavior XD #getou knows he's a catch and wouldn't have to work hard to get rid of competition #but he's also used to feeling human and straight up comes off more normal which makes his actual actions seem worse #and if he has to work hard for this it means trouble #io.myy #io.omegas

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rollinouttahere-writes · 5 months

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So Koby right? Is he like Smoker in the you know what side? But hes more like I CAN CHANGE HER, I CAN FIX HER TYPE, When he's justifying his relationship Lizard?

To be nice to Lizard, I don't want to make Koby a yandere. I want her to have some normal, healthy relationships (platonic and romantic).

Koby does not know how their relationship would work in the long term with her being a pirate and him being a marine, but he wants to make it work regardless. As long as she keeps being a good pirate, he has no interest in changing/fixing her.

#strays au #crocodad series #onepieceisbestpieces #i'm so much nicer to lizard than lucky #lucky gets nothing but yanderes while lizard gets to experience the bliss of normal relationships with only a few exceptions #and then there's doll who has it the easiest in that sense #koby

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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hey i know most if not all of these have the player be human but i was wondering about maybe having the player as something close to human but not? yeah i’m going with it how would they (Hank, Deimos, Sanford, 2B) react to a vampire Player (specifically one doesn’t die to sunlight in Nevada only because it’s not technically their sun) who maybe might or might not have a pleasant (as in it feels almost as good as sex kinda pleasant if that’s ok) bite to them when they drink blood from the grunts?

Ahhh I love this so so much, you have no idea! :D I like anything having to do with vampires, and this is the perfect time to be doing spooky requests, so thank you for sending this to me! We’re going with a bit of VTM/WoD and (mainly) Hellsing logic for vampires here, just in case anyone is curious, but you don’t need any experience with either of them to read this. [Also, given the more suggestive nature of the biting that you asked for, I've relegated that to a shorter second part for safety. ;)]

[WORLD WITHOUT LOGOS] - How They React to a Vampire!Player ft. The Main 4

(Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Violence, Brief Mentions of Blood and Gore, Mentions of Biting, Reader is a bit of a sadist.)

It had been very easy for you to hide your vampirism from the humans back in your world. Sure, technology and medicine had come a long way over time, but there were always ways to avoid detection. Being mysteriously vague about your person and what you do outside of streaming, taking jobs that require work at night and/or inside, and keeping just enough distance from humans to stop from being found out or suspected. Playing with the minds of those you drained to ensure they wouldn’t be able to get you caught. (It took some practice, but you had more than a few decades to perfect it.)

Besides, no rational human would ever believe that vampires were actually real (something your kind used quite often for your benefit).

However, keeping it from your vessels in Nevada was far more difficult - impossible, even, given your circumstances. The first time you met them, you were required to touch Sanford because he helpfully picked you up to help bring you back. He expected you to be hot to the touch; it made sense that you’d radiate immense heat, considering the beacon of warmth you appeared to be with the cozy aura you had. However, he was shocked when instead of this he was met with your freezing skin. You were worryingly cold, but the lack of any viewable cuts or bruises showed that it wasn’t from any large injury.

You noticed his worry, and at the mounting discussion of what could possibly be wrong with you, you saw fit to just reveal it right away. It was unprecedented, but secrecy wouldn’t work here, especially not when you had to feed once a day (and with how much they seemed to care, they probably wouldn’t let any unexplained disappearance go).

Given the many differences between regular humans and grunts, and how open your vessels already were to your strange appearance, they accepted the news of your undeath rather easily. You being a literal supernatural creature wasn’t met with any recoil (as to them you kind of already were).

It wasn’t something you expected, but you welcomed it nonetheless. However, some of the more unique features of your vampirism made them very curious, and their fascination with a part of you that you kept hidden from most in your world, one that was so integral to who you were as a person, only brought you closer to them.

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Hank had little to no interest in the supernatural before you met, and as such, he never bothered to learn the intricacies behind folklore or media regarding vampires. Nevada has enough weirdness already without that. This gap in knowledge bothered him for the first time when you finally revealed what you were, but he couldn’t figure out what exactly to ask you. Fortunately enough, you were more than happy to demonstrate what you could.

You know that one of the things Hank understands best is destruction, and considering that you aren’t restricted by the rules that your kind has to adhere to any longer, there’s no need to keep yourself and your abilities hidden. As such, you had no issue with fighting at Hank’s side instead of merely controlling him. It honestly scared him at first, seeing you come up close to the battlefield when he had already engaged the enemies in front of you. However, you had never steered him wrong before, and he loved you, so he trusted you wholeheartedly. He knew from the confident look in your eyes that whatever you planned wouldn’t end badly.

He immediately noticed the dark, inky blotches beginning to form on your shoulders over your clothes, shadows pulling from your surroundings as the unstable mass grew larger. It was disturbing, especially when eyes started to open within its depths, only for it to spill over the rest of your torso, obscuring your body in a flowing mess of crimson irises and indescribable darkness, lit only by the pulsing glow of souls trapped within. (It was at this moment that he realized how little he actually knew of your true nature.)

“Alright, big guy,“ you said, flashing him a too-wide grin, sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Let’s see how my powers match up against grunts, shall we?”

It had admittedly been a very long time since you were able to show off any of your more flashy abilities, and you might go a bit (very) overboard when you have the opportunity to join the fight. Summoning some familiars who you’ve consumed in the past, physically changing the form of your own body in seconds, even using your own immense strength and speed to tear your poor enemies apart whenever one got too close for your liking. It was more energy than you’d used in centuries, and you were reveling in it. And so was Hank.

He knew there had to be a reason why your strategies were so sound, and why every battle you got involved in went their way, and it was exemplified by your stunning proficiency in battle. You had several years to perfect your techniques, and seeing them awed him more than anything else.

Hank can only watch adoringly as you spear, slice, and tear your enemies to pieces, internally gushing when you shoot him a wink or a self-satisfied grin after another gory kill. You destroy your enemies in a way that’s horrifying and brutal, but Hank thinks you never look more beautiful than when you’re covered in the viscera and gore of your enemies, mouth stained with blood and a cruel look of victory on your face. Those poor grunts never stood a chance - and neither did his heart if the way it palpitated almost worryingly at the mesmerizing sight of you was any sign. His hands shake as he reaches up to place them on his cheeks, lost in openly fawning over you until he is reminded that he can also assist you in taking them out.

This admiration didn’t stop the flare of jealousy that would happen when he saw you use your teeth on one of them though. Seeing you hurriedly drain someone of their life, watching them weakly cling to you as their putrid blood poured into your maw only reminded him that it was his blood you were supposed to be drinking. (He was, of course, ignoring the fact that you only did it to kill the other grunt, but death by your hands wasn’t the worst that could happen, especially when Doc could just bring him back.)

One of the only other specific things that Hank showed open interest in was “blood bonds”, as he heard you discussing them with 2BDamned. You were confused about him bringing it up, since it was such a random thing to pinpoint, but tried to explain it in the simplest way possible nonetheless.

It was certainly an interesting idea to him. The notion that each drink of your blood would bring you deeper into a bond with each other. Sure, there was the fact that it made the thrall have little to no free will unless you allowed it, would make him adore you beyond any logical reason, and make it excruciating to be apart from you for long periods of time, but who’s to say that wasn’t the case already? (Free will was overrated in his opinion if it meant he couldn’t be wholly yours.)

He even asked if you’d be willing to do this to him, which earned a dumbfounded look from you. (You know he liked you well enough, but no one ever just wants to be in a blood bond with your kind. Perhaps you underestimated just how much he enjoyed your presence. He thought that you’d have some idea of that, after all this time.)

“Hank- I already drink your blood a lot,” you said, gesturing to his neck. “If you have mine right now, you’ll just become a vampire along with the whole thrall thing. So no, I can’t do that.” You paused upon seeing his shoulders slump slightly in disappointment. If you weren’t so taken off guard, you’d have found it comical. “…Plus, you are already one of my prized vessels, and I like you too much to want to be apart from you for long anyway. We don’t really need a blood bond to be close if you think about it.” (Was it maybe a little manipulative to steer the conversation in that direction just to stop him from fretting about it? Yes. But it was for his own good, you don’t want him to be an unthinking immortal servant. Besides, everything you said was true anyway.)

He perked up at that and nodded quickly, seemingly appeased by your words, but still pulled his mask down to give you a little affectionate nip when he hugged your cold form (one that didn’t draw blood, thankfully). You welcomed it well enough, even if the irony brought an amused grin to your face.

(What, you think that just because he couldn’t drink your blood (right now), he wasn’t gonna put his teeth on you? Consider it payback for all those marks you give him. Besides, grunts have their own behaviors regarding biting, and even if he didn’t tell you that this was a claim, what matters is that the others knew just how much you belonged to each other. You were right; it didn’t matter that you didn’t have a true blood bond with each other, not when his complete devotion and love for you was so great that it could surpass that.)

- [2BDAMNED] -

The only “Vampires” that 2BDamned knew a lot about were the grunts who made up the gang that shared the name. He’s aware they shared some traits with your kind, however, he was far more curious about the vampires from your world.

He's the first to ask you deeper questions regarding your abilities and what limitations vampires had, mainly so he can find ways to circumvent them. He knows you are incredibly resilient, and nearly immortal, but he isn’t willing to risk any injury to you. (What kind of vessel, no, partner would he be if he lets such a thing happen?)

This includes discussing everything about what could possibly harm you, which you were understandably hesitant to divulge (because it’s something your kind makes a huge point to not ever do). However, Doc doesn't push you to share information, unlike the mortals in your realm that knew of your affliction. It was comforting. (Really, he wants to know more everything about you, but he won’t do it in a way that pushes too far. He has too much respect for you to do that, and that’s not how you treat someone you love.)

His patience makes it almost easy to tell him about how a stake through the heart can actually kill you if used properly, how hunger could drive you mad, and how holy water burns through your skin if you’re in a state of weakness. It was simple to talk about how unfavorable contracts could be formed if you were in a weak enough state to be forced into such a thing.

The words are spoken quietly, ensuring that only he’d be able to hear them from where you were sitting, comfortably pressed to his side in his office. You’re still closed off about yourself, but you know that Doc won’t use your weaknesses against you. He swore it to you, after all; made a promise and even offered to bind himself into a contract with you over it, no matter the terms or the price. His devotion to you was blinding, you had to admit. It made you realize you felt something akin to actual affection and fondness for him (which you didn’t even know you could still do.)

One subject you can discuss openly without fear, on the other hand, is your anatomy. You’ve touched upon what your body was weak to, but he was still extremely curious about how you worked. Luckily for him, you’re willing to entertain all his questions and prodding.

He’s quick to take your tentative offer of a hands-on examination. You weren’t open to people in your world inspecting you, but you trust Doc despite your underlying reservations, so you allow him to manipulate your body to get a better look at your limbs and torso with little resistance. His touch is painfully soft when he moves you, gloved hands soothing over your fingers and arms as he turns them to check your non-existent pulse. Perhaps it was an excuse to feel the contrast of your icy skin with the odd, comfortable warmth you exuded. Or maybe he just liked touching you.

You raise a brow at the tender way he runs his hands over you, unused to being treated with such gentleness, but lean in when he gently grasps your jaw to look at your face. (Even after looking you over so many times, he never skipped it.) He hums when you helpfully open your mouth for him to inspect your sharp teeth. (And with your superhuman hearing it’s to miss the hitch in his breath when you open your maw a bit further, “accidentally” brushing one of your long, pointed fangs against his fingers. The corner of your mouth twitches when his heart rate picks up drastically. Mortals could be so amusing sometimes.)

Being in any physical contact with you was something 2BDamned needed getting used to, mainly because he had the tendency to hyper-fixate on everything about the feel of your skin and the way you looked. You look perfectly “human” and personable, but he knows from the dark look of your eyes and the unnatural coldness that something otherworldly and sinister lurks beneath your visage. To anyone else, it might be unsettling, but it only makes you more alluring to him. (He wants to spend every waking minute of his life around you if only so he can take in everything about your unique form.)

Verbal questions, however, are another matter. They leave Doc feeling unfulfilled more than anything, no matter how simple he thought the answer might’ve been. Case in point, that one time he asked you a simple question about your regenerative abilities. He wanted to know about how you were completely unscathed, clothes and all, even after the others had reported you got injured.

“Ah, that’s thanks to my regeneration. Getting shot doesn’t have much of an effect besides the obvious, so healing isn’t an issue. For clothes, I guess you can say my abilities extend to mending cloth as well as flesh.” That had been your answer, and while Doc was thankful for your clarification, it certainly didn’t help him figure out how you could do that to begin with.

2BDamned is very intelligent, which is a given; he wouldn’t have his current position if he wasn’t. However, the fact that he can’t fully understand your complex biology, as magically influenced as it is, bothers him to an unreasonable degree. He supposes it’s because he’s always operated from a position of power when it came to knowledge, but now he’s in one where he simply can’t get you completely. It makes him feel…inadequate, in a way. What help is he to you if he can’t employ his smarts? He’s not a combat-oriented vessel like the others, so how could he possibly assist you enough to be entirely useful (and irreplaceable) like he wants?

You knew about this worry he had the moment he first thought of it around you (mind reading was one of the many effects of drinking blood from someone), and sought to persuade him otherwise. The fact that he thought it was even possible to understand everything about how your kind worked was naive, but you could get it. For someone who knew so much about his own world, it would make sense that your natural ambiguity would be a point of irritation for him. However, that didn’t mean it was actually worth that level of annoyance.

“Hey, Doc.” you got his attention at the tail-end of one of your explanations, and he looked up from the tablet he was recording your answers on. “I should probably tell you: not every ability I have can be logically explained, and even I don’t know everything about them. So don’t worry if you can’t find an answer; I’ve lived like this for hundreds of years and I know what I can do. If anything, you’re helping by ironing out what I’m weak to and making sure we avoid it.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, too busy processing your words. They certainly put things into perspective for him; if you yourself didn’t know the reason why everything about you was that way, how could he? No, it made perfect sense, and he wasn’t so foolish as to believe he could understand you better than you yourself could.

Instead, this gave him a different objective to focus on. He knew that he had to use any option necessary to prove himself worthy of your attention, even if it didn’t rely on figuring out how you worked. A large part of him yearned to be useful to you in every way possible, and he swore to himself that he would. As his Player (and future romantic partner), you deserve nothing less.

- [SANFORD] -

Sanford is concerned about you more than anything. He knows that the sun can’t hurt you here, but there might be other things that can, and as a result, he’s always on the lookout for anything regarding silver (or enemies that might use it) so he can warn you. His main concern has always been your safety and well-being, and that’s not going to change just because you’re a vampire. Plus, it’s how he shows his love.

He also worries about your mental health as well. He can’t begin to imagine the toll that immortality could have on your psyche, so he lets you know very early on that if you need somebody to vent to, he’s there. You’re comforted by this, even though you don’t exactly come to him for this specific purpose. (You were hesitant to talk about anything personal, centuries worth of careful secrecy had that effect on you. Sanford makes it hard to keep this up, though.)

When you do have your discussions, they’re at the times when you’re alone together, and when you’re feeling particularly vulnerable. Sanford will always remember the first time you opened up to him about yourself, even if it was small. He had woken up at dawn, deciding to do a quick patrol around the perimeter to check for any encroaching enemies (especially AAHW), only to open the door and see you sitting on the steps outside. You were looking upward, watching Nevada’s sky begin to color its usual crimson as the broken sun rose. You had a wistful expression on your face, one that conveyed a wordless longing and deep appreciation. He shifted from behind you, weighing whether or not he should interrupt your peaceful isolation before you spoke to him.

“I once knew a vampire who became so transfixed by the beauty of the sunrise that they stood in its rays just to see it for longer, only to turn to stone and crumble to dust.” It was said as a near whisper, and Sanford was struck by how open and vulnerable you sounded. You didn’t turn your head to see him, keeping your gaze on the changing shades of red and pink. “It has been a long time since I’ve seen it myself.”

You didn’t move when he stepped closer, something he took as an invitation to sit down beside you, moving his gun to his lap when he did. He didn’t know what to say, afraid of speaking out of line and making you close in on yourself. He settled for a simple question (small talk, really): “What do you think of it?”

“…It is different from how I remember mine being. But I suppose I can understand where my kindred was coming from,” you responded. The words of how much you missed seeing the sun went unspoken, yet Sanford understood the sentiment all the same. How hard it must’ve been, to go so long without seeing the light of day. “It is beautiful, and the warmth is something to be missed.” You kept your eyes trained on the red sky for a moment longer before turning to face him. He had already been staring at you, and shyly averted his gaze, his visual-cross evading your sight before returning (even if he was a tad embarrassed at the blush he could feel heating his face, you still deserved his full attention). He found that your crimson eyes were more radiant than Nevada’s scarlet heavens could ever be. You smiled at him softly. “But the company makes it better.” (He hoped you couldn’t hear how his heart stuttered at your words. You could.)

Most of your discussions about how you actually are go similarly. He lets you instigate them, wanting you to be in full control of your vulnerability so you feel safe letting him in on such things. Surprisingly, it’s something you actually engage in, even if you’re never that direct about your feelings. It also becomes customary to have these in talks in the morning when you watch the sunrise together. (Truthfully, the first time it happened had been a fluke: it was Deimos’ turn to take first watch that day, and half an hour after Sanford had awoken. He never thought he’d have a reason to thank his finicky biological clock, but he’d never been happier than when he was spending time with you, alone and uninterrupted by the others in your group.)

Sanford is also the main one out of the four who asks about your history. It first came from wanting to understand you more, as a person’s background could tell a lot about them and their way of thinking. While you don’t see much of an appeal in discussing clan politics, it does let you unload on all sorts of gossip and weird things you’ve seen and done. (Deimos also joins you occasionally for these talks, mainly because hearing you talk about the outlandish acts you’ve witnessed with such a straight face is hilarious to him.)

(“Wait, so the Camarilla is your main governing organization, right?” Sanford asked, and you nodded with a noise of confirmation. “So why aren’t you a part of them, then? You’re smart enough to be, in my opinion.” (It was with this that Deimos added on a “And powerful enough”, to which Sanford nodded in agreement.)

“Hah, flattery will get you everywhere, you know,” you responded with a sly grin (one that made pink dust his cheeks, and had Deimos aim a pointed glare at him, even if he couldn’t hide his own reaction to your expression). “But no, not at all. The Camarilla doesn't like me because I’m old.” Deimos snorted loudly and Sanford furrowed his brow (because they supposedly knew you were immortal, what the hell-), looking so innocently confused you couldn’t help but laugh.

“In Vamp society, people of 150 years are considered Elders - and there are very few of them. I am over 700 and older than their entire organization. I don’t like toddlers telling me what to do, and they’re threatened by the fact that I’m so powerful that nobody’s managed to kill me yet. I think they’re annoying and they don’t trust me.” (‘Oh, that makes sense,’ he thought. ‘But how powerful are you then, anyway?’)

Honestly, Sanford finds great enjoyment in listening to you discuss what you’ve done for the past centuries, but even better, you had also told him that he had been the first to ask about your past and get an actual answer from you (which made him feel weirdly giddy). He was the first person you opened up to in this way, and he took it as both a privilege and a sign that you two were closer, perhaps even more than the others were with you. It was him who’d managed to break your carefully-crafted shell, after all.

He’s extremely curious about your abilities too, but he doesn’t ask very much about them compared to your past, preferring to just observe when you’re willing to show them off. He thinks it would be overstepping; he loves finding out more about you, but he doesn’t want to get too greedy with it. (You might even be uncomfortable with that, and the last thing Sanford wants is for you to feel that way around him.)

This doesn’t stop him from openly staring when you use them, however, attention completely focused on you when your form shifts, warping into something objectively horrifying, yet captivating at the same time. He knows that he should probably feel terrified by the sadistic look on your face and the almost feral glint in your eyes, and the oppressive aura you have when you unleash your true power, but he isn’t. How could he be, when it was you who he saw creating such carnage? You, whom he loved and revered above all else, who had worked to protect him and keep him from harm? If anything, your power was a testament to how worthy you were of being their Player. He couldn’t help but feel safe around you, knowing that the overwhelming might you had would only be used to harm your mutual enemies.

Now, what remained was the need to grow more skilled himself to show you that he was deserving to be at your side (where he belonged). So you’d accept him and his limitless affection, so you’d never part, for the rest of your eternal life and his finite one.

- [DEIMOS] -

Deimos handles your vampirism a lot more casually than you’d first expect. He asks a bunch of questions, of course, but they’re not really related to specific things like how your clan works, or the history of vampiric society and how it runs. (Something you’re grateful for at this point; it’s not like it was very easy to present common things that had centuries of complex history behind them time and time again.)

Instead, he asks about pop culture and how accurate it is, and he’s immensely surprised by what actually is true. This includes your weird inability to cross large bodies of water without help and how garlic can actually hurt weaker vampires, for instance. They’re all things you’ve seen in the media again and again, and it would be tiresome to discuss them if it were with anyone else. However, there’s just something about the childish excitement Deimos has about you that endears you to it enough to make the discussions fun.

He also jokes about it a lot too, making a show of welcoming you into a room like you need verbal permission to enter it, and asking whether they should get you a coffin to sleep in. He even puts on a gaudy Romanian accent sometimes when imitating a stereotypical vampire, and refers to you as “Count.” (Which makes you raise a brow. You knew Dracula.) You try to act above it, stoic even if you play along a little sometimes (like when you outright refuse to enter the room until he invites you). This just makes the feeling of victory all the sweeter for him when he manages to break you, making you crack a genuine smile and laugh.

You return the favor though, teasing him back whenever he says something flirty to you by innocently asking him if he’s always been into older people or if it’s just you. He’s always taken aback by it, which makes it amusing enough. Sometimes you also flirt back, in your own way. (You shot him a charming smile, leaning in close enough to earn a blush from him. “Careful, Deimos; if you tempt me enough, I might turn you just so I can hear that voice of yours forever.” You meant it as a bit of a tease since he had taken to saying things right in your ear because he knew he could get a reaction out of you that way. You failed to recognize that he doesn’t see spending eternity with you as a vampire to be anything close to a bad thing.)

It becomes a frequent thing for you to watch horror movies together too, as well as any film that has supernatural elements. Every so often, Deimos will lean a bit closer to whisper a question about whatever creature is on screen, to which you’ll give an answer. (Turns out werewolves were real in your world, and they did actually have a feud with vampires if the grimace on your face when speaking about them said anything.)

(Soon enough, you might find yourself near to being completely in his lap, since while he does move closer, he won’t actually go back to where he’s sitting. (Prolonged contact with you was too tempting for him to do so.) It’s not like you mind though; his body heat is very cozy, and you savor the new experience of having him so close.)

Like Hank, Deimos is also really excitable about your abilities, except he’s far more direct with it. He’ll openly cheer and praise you when you tear people apart, becoming more animated as you get more and more over the top with your kills. (You also might show off a bit, not gonna lie. It’s nice to have someone praise you instead of screaming or going still from pure fear; it makes your cold, undead heart feel warm for once.)

He also will ask you to try doing specific things with them, just to see if you’re able to. You humor him most of the time; it’s not like there’s any harm in taking down enemies in a fashion he recommends (or shouts out in the middle of the fight, like it’s some kind of special move), and the way his face looks when you decide to show him how you can walk up walls if you want is honestly really funny.

In fact, since you willingly let him see nearly all your “magic” up close, he’s the first to see your more complex shape-shifting too (mainly because you suddenly remember that you can do it, and you know he’d like to see it). Anything from transforming yourself into a swarm of bats (at his request - you just watched another film about Dracula), or a writhing mass of centipedes and other bugs (absolutely disgusting, but fascinating) to even making yourself into a single animal, like a dog. Sometimes you even disappear into his shadow, hiding in plain sight.

He occasionally uses this to sneak you somewhere more private so you can hang out without the others. (They try to do the same, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with having you all to himself for a while.) You’re fully aware of why he does it, but you go along with it anyway. It’s new to have someone like you so much they don’t want to share you with anyone else, or at least, new to people you didn’t have a blood bond with.

While it was a relatively small effect, something you also showed him was how you could make all of your teeth sharp - exactly like his. (For a moment, when he peered into your mouth to see the sharp points, he wondered whether any kids you might have would inherit his grin or yours. He quickly snapped himself out of this intrusive thought the moment he became aware of it - it’s not like he knew if such a thing was even possible, and he didn’t even think he wanted children, to begin with. But it didn’t stop the red from suddenly painting his face, earning a look of interest from you. You blinked, lips curving in an amused grin. Oh, that’s right. He didn’t know you could read minds yet.)

Although, sometimes you regret telling him about your more nonlethal abilities, because he frequently asks you if you'll try them on him. It honestly makes you wonder if grunts just have the lowest levels of self preservation possible, because no one concerned about their own safety would just ask a vampire to control their mind or envelop them in the unstable mass of souls they had “just to see what it it’s like” (his actual words). Then again, Deimos was actually the first to ask about your rather strict diet, and the first to openly offer himself to you if you wanted to feed on him, so perhaps there was some merit to this theory.

However, he never gets annoyed with you for any rejections over his ideas, which (given how egotistical vampires are) is a breath of fresh air. Plus, keeping you happy was always his main priority anyway. You never feel any pressure to do anything from him, which makes you more at ease. (It's odd; a few months ago, you never imagined yourself being so comfortable with anyone like this - especially not a mortal.)

Deimos is honestly overjoyed at how you willingly show him nearly everything you can do. Being the first to know so much about your abilities (even over Hank) is a huge deal for him, and with how much he mentions it (brags), it's clear just how much he values it. It makes him feel a lot closer to you; the time spent with you going over Nevada's movies and shows combined with the late-night talks about your abilities, the inside jokes you develop, and how close you get when you let him touch you as you change forms, allowing his clawed hands to touch nothing yet everything within the mass of tortured souls you hold. You've let him really see you, more-so than anyone else, at least. Which is exactly what he wants.

He longs to know every side of you, from the human appearance you wear to the horrid beasts you contain. And maybe, with enough time bonding with each other, he'll get the thing he wants most of all: for you to want him too.

He already knows you've got part of his soul, with those drinks you took of his blood. Now all that remained was to become yours in every other way possible.

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