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darling-zain · 10 months

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✮ ↳ The Show Must Go On ↰

♡ yandere! actor x gn reader♡

tw/cw: slight obsession, nothing too detailed

authors notes: first work and i wrote this in one sitting...it's okay we're fine ♥ also i may have based him off of myself and i will probably do that with a lot of my ocs! my bad i'm just a theater kid who likes to write

➼ yandere! Actor who first only knew you as one of the stagehands, always flitting back and forth behind the curtains.

➼ yandere! Actor who didn't even know your name until you got promoted to prop manager.

➼ yandere! Actor who never knew how every character that he played fell in love with someone at first glance, but as soon as you walked onto the stage and started giving out your orders, it was like the heavens had shone their light upon you and you only.

➼ yandere! Actor who was infatuated with everything about you. Your responsibility, your assured nature, the way you'd sternly correct him when he messed up his lines because he "should be reading off his script, not off my face".

➼ yandere! Actor who was always on top of his game, one of the best actors in his region, yet when you looked at him with your concentrated eyes it was like he was a rookie again.

➼ yandere! Actor who would be stuttering and tripping over his words on purpose just to get you to come up and read it with him, your warm body so close to his that he could almost taste the perfume you were wearing.

➼ yandere! Actor whose heart raced whenever you praised him, even a simple "good work today" would give him butterflies.

➼ yandere! Actor who knew that opening night was approaching, so he worked day and night to memorize his lines. The excited smile on your face when he was able to perform the whole dress rehearsal without flaw was something he'd never forget.

➼ yandere! Actor who, standing behind the curtain on the first day of their showing, suddenly started to shake. He's been in the industry so long that he forgot what it's like to have pre-show anxiety, and he doesn't even know how to deal with it. Suddenly, a warm hand is put on his shoulder.

"You're shaking." You point out, turning him around to face you. "Why? Are you feeling alright?" You place the back of your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature. "You're not warm, so you're not sick..." You think about it for a second, looking him in the eyes with a warm smile. "Are you...nervous?"

Aurelian doesn't speak, instead, he just nods. He's ashamed of you having to see him like this, the Aurelian Yavuz, getting jitters right before the opening night of one of his most popular shows.

"Hey, look at me." Your voice is soft, yet commanding, forcing him to look into your assuring eyes. You place both your hands on his shoulders, gripping them firmly to help ground him.

"You've done this show countless times before, and we've read the script together so many times that it should be burned into your brain by now." He laughs slightly, a sign that your motivation is working.

"You're one of the best actors I've ever worked with, and one of the most dedicated as well. You've spent so many hours reading, fixing, and editing this performance so that it's just right and absolutely nothing could go wrong. Am I correct?"

He nods again, making you click your tongue.

"Use your words. Am I correct, yes or no?" Your firm tone makes it hard for him to disobey, especially when you look at him with those fierce eyes.

He gulps, taking a deep breath before responding.

"Yes, you're correct. I've done so much to make sure that this show is perfect, so I have no reason to be nervous." He stands up straighter and walks backstage, adjusting his costume in the mirror. "Plus, I know that you'll be watching, so everything will be okay~." He winks at you from the mirror, making you chuckle.

"Exactly. We behind the curtain will be making sure that everything goes smoothly, so all you have to do is go out there and do what you do best." The lights start to dim as the audience applauds. You pat him on the back and adjust his collar for him.

"The stage is yours, Auri." you nod at him as he takes a deep breath, walking out onto the large wooden stage to loud cheering. His voice booms through the stage, and soon enough, the show is over. The cast takes their final standing bow and walks back to their dressing rooms. Aurelius makes a beeline for the lighting booth where you are usually sitting; he bursts through the door backstage, only to find your seat empty.

"What...?" he looks around for any trace of you, but it's like you've disappeared. He takes a seat in your chair and waits for what seemed like hours to him because of how tired he was. 15 minutes after the show ends, he hears your voice from outside the door. he gets up to open the door, but as soon as he does, the door opens with a creak. There you are, standing in the doorway with a coffee in one hand and your bag in the other, looking up at him surprised.

"Auri, why haven't you changed? Everyone's already leaving, you should go too-"

"You weren't watching." He cuts you off, looking at you with cold, dead eyes.

You look at him confused, setting your bag down on the floor. "What are you-"

"Why weren't you watching?"

#zain>>works #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere blog #yandere #yandere x you #soft yandere #oc x reader #god i think i blanked out writing this #it's now half past one in the morning #i can't remember how i got here #all i remember is having an idea and needing to write it immediately #it's fine it's okay #we ball #anyway this is my first work i hope yall weren't expecting much

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justsleepyrune · 7 months

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@fallenlondonficswap @thedeafprophet

In which a frog is chased, a little girl gets lost, and a new friend is made. I did my best to write Alex!! For the group swap!

General rating | Éadaoin Blank, Alex Hastings, Arlen Blank | 1645 words

The Neathy stars were glittering, the streets bustling in the afternoon’s buzz of activity and delight. One star seemed to be winking especially brightly, as if it were winking to the little girl who eagerly navigated the streets, Baba’s gloved hand held tightly in her grubby fingers.

Éadaoin had tried to catch a cat, stumbling after it with waving arms, an eager coo in her voice. Thankfully her father had swept her up once she’d tripped on the pavement, calming her before any startled tears could begin to form. Now she was happily back to her adventure, freed from his grasp once more.

She was wearing her fancy hat today. It was purple. One of the best colors. It was almost as good as yellow, which was the best color in the world, even if Baba liked purple more.

A passerby’s hat, fuzzy brown fur, caught her eye and she waved. It shifted, revealing a cat, one that settled back onto its ride and yawned. She gasped, waving brightly, wriggling out of Baba’s hold in order to follow the cat a bit. He carefully pulled her back and she stuck out her tongue in exasperation.

He tapped her head three times, a reminder to stay close. She nodded, leaning far to the left, pulling on his arm as they walked. A lady up ahead had pretty blue shoes. She wondered whether they were fun to walk in.

She had really pretty shoes too, but they weren’t blue. They were yellow, so they were the best, and they were boots. So maybe blue was more fun to walk in, even if it wasn’t as good.

Suddenly, they stopped. Baba tapped her head once, a signal to pay attention. She nodded when he signed to stay beside him, making a face at the redheaded woman who had stopped him. She could tell he didn’t like her, his posture stiff and his face all frowns, so she didn’t like her much either. Baba always had good judgment when it came to people.

She stood still for a moment, before a flash of color caught her attention. A frog was peaceably sitting underneath a lamppost, staring off into the distance, its yellow and blue skin a flag of interest among the muted shades of the crowd. She knocked her head against Baba’s knee to get his attention, but he didn’t look down. Too busy talking. She huffed. She’d just have to bring it to him. She waited for a break in the crowd and hurried forward, eyes on her new friend.

To her dismay, Éadaoin found that the crowds swept forward, catching her in them. A man with a chittering weasel in his arms bumped her to the left, causing her to crash into an urchin, who grimaced at her and made a strange face, before yanking her back by the neck of her jacket, right out of the path of another cab. She stumbled, reaching out to grab onto their arm for stability, but they’d already bolted.

Tears began to threaten. She looked back to find Baba, eyes widening when he wasn’t there. The crowd surged. Everyone was too tall. Too loud, all screams and jumbled noises. Her head hurt. She shook her head over and over, hoping to make some of the sound go away, but she ended up just dizzy.

Hoping to find Baba again, she hurried away from the crowds. She tried to find quieter places, enough to let herself think. Back and forth she was pulled, having to duck away from mean people’s feet, from loud voices and the quick footed urchins who darted through the crowds. Finally, she escaped the masses. She took three deep breaths, just like Baba always did, and looked around. She would need to find someone trustworthy to help her.

There. A man sat on one of the benches, stuffing a mask into a bag. He took a hat out, putting it atop his brown curls.

Personally, Éadaoin thought the mask was better. But Suzy had told her that they didn’t judge outfits out loud, since people got all fussy and mad. Baba always judged people’s clothes.

She walked towards the man, stomping with her yellow boots. She would need to get his attention. She marched up, not waiting for him to notice her, before headbutting his knee.

That typically got people’s attention.

He yelped, jerking his legs away from her. “Oh! Hi!” The startled expression was replaced with a smile.

She stared at him, wiping her nose. “Your clothes ‘re borin’,” she sniffed, carefully signing along with her words. “You should wear yellow.”

He opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something, and then stopped. She nodded.

“I like your mas’.” She didn’t know how to sign mask. She mumbled for a moment, sounding out the word, before fingerspelling it. The man was still watching her, not saying a word. “Your hat is bad though,” she helpfully told him.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. It’d be better if it was yellow. Or purple. Like my hat.”

“Would it?”

“Yeah. My hat’s better.”

“I understand.” He didn’t seem like he understood, but that was okay. People took some time to get things sometimes.

She rubbed her nose again, wiping it on her sleeve. “My name’s Éadaoin.”

“Uh. Alex. I’m Alex. Do you have parents around?” His head turned back and forth as he looked around.

“Baba. I lost ‘im though.” She paused. She wouldn’t seem very responsible if she’d just walked away, but she needed help to find Baba again. “He walked off an’ now I can’t find him.”

“He walked off?” Alex seemed worried now. He made a funny face.

“Yeah.” She nodded sagely. “To fin’ a frog.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Wanted to show me, ‘cause I like frogs. But he lost me instead.”

Alex paused. “Oh, okay.”

“Do you like my hat?”

“Yes. Your hat is fantastic.”

“That’s a long word. Can you help me find Baba?” She sighed dramatically. “He gets scared without me ‘round.”

He nodded, standing and offering her a hand. “Yes, um, we can do that.” She took his hand, making sure to squeeze his fingers so he knew where she was. Sometimes Baba forgot. “So you like frogs?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s nice. I know someone else who likes frogs a lot too. Do you have a favorite frog?”

“Nope. I just like ‘em.”

“Well, that’s nice too. Do you have any other things you like?” She didn’t think either of them knew where they were going. He seemed content to be walking around in circles, looking around occasionally. Maybe he just wasn’t good with directions.

“Yellow. It’s the best color.”

“Is it? I didn’t know that.”

“Do you wanna be my friend?” she looked up at him, sticking her tongue out at him when she smiled.

He smiled back. It was a nice smile. “I would love to be your friend.”

“Good. You can be my friend, but you gotta wear yellow, because I’m only friends with people who wear yellow. An’ people who are three. But you’re old.”

“I’m old?”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re so tall. Maybe try shrinking, I guess.”

Alex paused, before nodding. “I’ll take that into consideration.” She wasn’t completely sure what that meant, but she nodded, because she was pretty smart.

“Excuse me.” Baba’s voice came from behind them. It wasn’t one of his nice voices, or his shop voice. It was his angry voice, the one that he used whenever the blonde woman with the yellow eyes came around.

“Hi, baba!” she waved. “This is Alex. He’s my new bes’ friend an’ he’s gonna wear yellow now.”

Alex waved. “I was trying to help her find you. She seems to have gotten a little lost? She said that you walked off and I wasn’t sure,” he trailed off, shrugging.

Baba looked down at her, carefully watching her as he signed his disapproval. She huffed, explaining about the frog, tiny fingers making quick motions. Alex stood to the side, looking around again, like he wasn’t sure what to do.

Finally Baba looked back up to him, sighing. “Arlen Blank. This is my daughter, Éadaoin. I lost her in the crowd, thank you for finding her.”

“Of course. She’s a sweet kid. She just came up to me, I was on the bench over there. Waiting for my partner. Oh! I’m Alex. Alex Hastings. Nice to meet you.”

“Hm.” Baba looked him over. “Your shirt needs hemming.”

“Oh. Uh, thanks? It’s fine.”

“Of course.” Baba tilted his head, watching him for a moment, before shrugging. “Well, have a nice day. We’ll be going.”

Éadaoin grinned, taking off her best purple hat and offering it to him. “Here!” She grinned. “‘Cause you’re my friend now. An’ now you have a better hat! Yours is bad.”

Alex’s eyebrows raised as he crouched down to meet her eyes. “Well, thank you. I don’t want to take your,” he paused, looking at Baba, before nodding, “alright, thank you for the hat.” He took it from her, carefully balancing it on top of his other hat.

“That’s not how you wear it,” she told him, because she was helpful. “You gotta take the other one off.”

“Perhaps Mr. Hastings is simply not the best at wearing hats. I’m sure he’ll learn,” Baba said, quickly taking her hand. “We’ll need to be going now. Interesting to meet you, sir.”

“Bye-bye!” Éadaoin waved, trying to keep her eyes on him as they walked away. He waved back, tipping his new purple hat, with a bright smile.

The Neath’s stars glittered brightly. One had even shifted position. Even though Baba was lecturing, Éadaoin was utterly content. She had her father back, a brand new adventure to tell Suzy all about, and she’d even made a new friend. Plus, she’d given the best fashion advice ever, just like Baba would.

#oc: blank #others ocs #fallen london fic swap #oh my goodness i had so much fun with this one #and also writing a child who has way too many opinions about what alex is wearing #i hope you enjoy!!!

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