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yandere-romanticaa · 6 months

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⚘ 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.

The Iudex of Fontaine is a busy man. However could he possibly keep track of you in the hustle and bustle of everyday life? Fortunately for him, the Melusines have his back.

yandere! neuvillette x gn! reader.

Soft orange cracks of the setting sun lurked in the office of the Iudex, the endless stacks of papers causing him much stress as his mind wandered to literally anything other than the work he ought to be doing. His hands shook with worry as he glanced over at the large glass of water beside him, the clear liquid seemingly staring back at him, daring the man to finally make a move.

Despite his status, despite his power, Neuvillette was but a man when it came to you.

Never in his life had he allowed himself to grow so attached to another person. For all those centuries he spent walking on this Earth, Neuvillette kept a calm demeanor and polite face to the world. He was renowned for his kindness and gentle heart despite the viciousness his duties required of him. He stood high as the personification of justice itself, a proud symbol of everything which needed to be held up high and respected. He was indeed very much respected. Even loved in some special way by the people of Fontaine.

He never realized just how much his soul ached for the presence of another human being by his side, someone who was willing to allow him to just... be himself. Someone who would allow him to drop the mask for a few blissful moments, a person who would tell him that it was okay for him to make a mistake.

Neuvillette never acted on these desires.

That was precisely why he felt so starstruck at the downright violation of his heart.

How could you do this to him? How dare you do this to him? Neuvillette lost count how many times he tried to shoo you off but it was to no avail. It was as if you were glued to him by the hip and he adored every moment of it.

His weeping heart was not ready for the intensity of his emotions.

Sometimes when no one was around, he would shed tears at the thought of you. What were you doing? How was your day? Why did you care so much about him? Were you even aware of the emotional turmoil you caused him? Honestly, he could not even be mad at you.

He loved you too much to ever be angry with you.

Dark grey clouds would hover high above all of Fontaine, the tears of the crying dragon cascading down the world. Neuvillette would sit in his office, alone and scared, with no one to comfort him.

That was his first initial thought at least.

Some people say that there is a rainbow behind every corner and as time passed, the Iudex learned that lesson too. Tiny footsteps would tail behind him like looming shadows, always there but out of reach. Whenever he would turn around there would be no one there and if there ever was he would have to lower his gaze down towards the ground, only to be met with the face of a smiling Melusine. He would have a chat with the sweet creature which always managed to lift his spirits, even for a little bit. The conversations were usually brief but as time went on the tiny Melusines became more... nosey, shall we say.

They would ask the Iudex personal questions which they could have not known about such as who was that person who kept visiting him in his office. What was his affiliation with them. The blush on his pale cheeks always gave him away which always caused the Melusines to giggle but they would say nothing more, always dropping the topic as fast as they brought it up.

Melusines did not understand human nature and its complicated feelings. Neither did Neuvillette, which they knew. That was no reason for them not to try to learn.

One day though, Liath delivered a set of organized documents straight to Neuvillette's desk. He first found this to be odd but the Melusine said nothing, only giving him a mysterious little smile as she waited for the Iudex to see the contents of the things she had brought.

With a delicate touch, Neuvillette took the files in his gloved hands and opened them carefully. His eyes widened in shock as he read everything with utmost care.

Absolutely everything inside was about you.

Your height, weight, age, birth certificate, some little things that were written down by hand such as your hobbies, names of friends and family, places you frequented.

Neuvillette quickly shut the folder, his heart pumping hard and fast as he looked back at Liath.

"This was a joint operation by all of us. We just wished to ease your suffering, Monsieur Neuvillette."

He could feel his throat drying up with each passing moment, any semblance of a potential word which he wanted to say all dying on his tongue.

This was wrong, illegal even.

He still could not help but to feel touched.

He did not reprimand the Melusines for their actions. He was ashamed for relying on such tactics. For the time being though, this could be a surefire way to help him ease his anxieties.

Perhaps he could even woo you a little in the process as well...

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taintedbenevolence · 6 months

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Self Aware! AU Wriothesley

warnings! yandere au, self-aware au, obsessive & unhealthy tendencies, mentions of / implied kidnapping, stalking, fontaine archon quest spoilers (?)

a/n - some more yan! wrio because i love him sm <3 also, imbibitor lunae prompt coming soon!

self-aware! wriothesley, who doesn't let you know initially that he's aware of the fact he's in a game, taking the pleasure of observing you through the screen and occasionally making direct eye contact. self-aware! wriothesley, who comes home willingly and quickly the moment you pull for him on his banner, regardless if you wanted him to come home or not. self-aware! wriothesley, whose facial expressions just seem a tad bit more livelier than you'd expect when you return to chat with him for a quest. almost as if he's happy to see you. self-aware! wriothesley, who absolutely adores it when you talk to yourself as you view him through the screen, giving commentary on his character, hearing how you praise and love his design. self-aware! wriothesley, who begins to think of ways to directly communicate with you because he wants your sole attention. self-aware! wriothesley, who begins to crave your attention more than anything and looks forward to every time you have to come meet him in his office in-game. self-aware! wriothesley, who doesn't allow you to leave the fortress of meropide just so you can stay by his side for a few more moments, even going as far as to make additional dialogue options to make you stay put. self-aware! wriothesley, who bugs the code of the game to make it impossible for you to remove him from the party just so he gets to stay with you.

self-aware! wriothesley, who decides to break free from the game the moment you think of trying to report the issue.

self-aware! wriothesley, who manages to escape from the confines of the game and begins to hunt you down, successfully finding you.

self-aware! wriothesley, who thinks about taking you for himself, ultimately deciding against his better judgment and trapping you inside your own apartment. self-aware! wriothesley, who embraces you like you are his very own, holding you like you might just break and disappear if he lets go, not caring how you're utterly terrified in his hold.

self-aware! wriothesley, who'll whisper to you how much he craved you, enthralled and overjoyed now that he finally can call you his and only his.

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mondaymelon · 4 months

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₊⊹ 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 ❤︎ | yandere!xiao, childe, scaramouche x gn!reader

art by @/syaden8 on twt!!

⟢ cw: a failed escape attempt from them... yandere, dark themes, petnames, mutilation (xiao, scara), violence, drugging (scara) etc. please proceed with caution! thank you.

⟢ "your order's denial is causing me trial !"

"Ah."

XIAO's lips moved, and it was that single noise that escaped.

For your room lay barren, empty, cold, the harsh winter breeze drafting through the shattered window, the bars covering it having been forcibly bent aside. "It..." For a moment, his body swayed, his own legs unable to support his weight. Then, his balance stabilized, his once by a fraction wider eyes having narrowed. "It seems my songbird has escaped."

Unacceptable. The word repeated in his head, like a mantra, a prayer, resounding within his ears, despite the silence, despite the cold that bit at his skin as he trudged through the snow, his spear at his side. A tiny, devilish voice that tugged on his ears and whispered out tales of his sin.

"Found you."

"N-No- please-" His gaze sharpened in annoyance. Desperate, your voice hoarse and cracking by the syllable, hurling yourself forward one more step, just one more, your bloody, bare feet scraped and bruised. This wasn't right, how come you seemed so distressed?

No, you of course sounded better as his songbird, in a pristine little cage, singing for him, and only him, happy tunes of joy and pleasure.

"...And as a songbird can live with its wings clipped, surely you'll understand if I...?"

The shackles locked tight around your wrists, and your useless, wretched legs, bones shattered by a single blow.

It's an unfortunate predicament, but it's the only way. ❤︎

"Oh, so the chase is on?"

CHILDE shouldn't be laughing, but oh, he was.

It's a twisted sound, with the corners of his mouth distorted upwards in a haphazard smile, his eyes blown as a dark flush of red descended upon his cheeks. "So you've decided to play this little game of cat and mouse. Very well, if that's what you want, darling!"

You aren't making this difficult enough. His keen gaze spots all the traces you've left behind, broken branches, ruffled leaves, a torn piece of the clothing he had gifted you... it's all imbued with your essence, honey sweet on his lips.

Why would you even want to leave him?

It's that thought that makes him pause upon finding you, your trembling form sprawled across the bloodied snow as he stands over you, his own shadow casting you in darkness.

That's right, why would you? He's been nothing but loving. He's catered to your every need, has he not? He's bought this house for you, all the clothes you wear, the food you eat, the bed you sleep in... what right did you have to defy his affections, now that he had made them ever so clear?

If anything, it was insulting.

Oh, but did he truly feel insulted? After all, an offended person wouldn't have taken you like that, wouldn't have knocked you unconscious and wouldn't have carried the delicate you in his arms back to home.

Maybe a better description would be "longing." Longing for your praise, longing for your thanks, longing for the smiles you'd send his way... how come your eyes have faded, since then? It's strange, he's never seen you look so... determined before, not since today.

Ah, but what did it matter?

This puny escape attempt of yours... his tongue tasted bitter.

It wouldn't happen again. He'd make sure of it, so please, don't mind the chains, would you? ❤︎

"They... dare?"

SCARAMOUCHE's expression contorts to one of rage, his brows sharply angled downwards and his violet eyes wide, quivering.

Haha... what a fool he was. He should've been more attentive, how had he not noticed your strange movements? The way you gave him a forced smile everytime he returned home, the way you'd greet him at the door with the dinner you made, and he had finally thought you had accepted his confession all those weeks ago, he finally thought you had gotten used to and started liking your life here, finally thought-

And then he thought nothing at all as his body swayed and fell to the ground. The audacity, to go and dig through his things, to go, find, and use the very drug he had used to bring you home.

By the time he awoke, the house was but a cold expanse, barren of your warmth, and he clenched his fists so tightly, his nails kissed red crescents into his skin that weeped with every flex of his fingers.

"To pull such a parlor trick against me like this... ah, doll. Don't think you'll get away with this leniently."

When he found you, not "if", he'll make sure to reprimand you properly. If breaking your spirit wasn't enough, then he'd have to break your mind too. He's already decided that he'll reshape the pure thing with his own, dirtied hands, into something that will burn only for him.

Surely, a couple missing limbs, here and there, wouldn't obstruct that light, would it now? ❤︎

(a/n) as i said on my sideblog, something about writing for toxic mentally distressed emotionally broken and heavily reliant yandere characters who turn to violence to show their love is. just so. oddly... comforting?? was going to make this longer and then some shitty shit shit went down so. yay. tears.

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throwaway-yandere · 2 months

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"I Got Reincarnated..." (Yandere SAGAU Otome Isekai!Diluc/Reader) Common Route now available!!!

No need to download! It's a web-based game that should work on mobile too.

The art and overall story are made by yours truly while the OST is created by our beloved @naraven. There are currently 2 CGs and 2 OSTs available, and depending on the reception I might continue beyond the common route since I already have most sprites done <3

This is something I had been pondering about making for a while since my blog has reached it's 2nd year mark so I made this under 3 days. I love you all. Thank you for sticking around. Here's the link to the game. I hope you enjoy it <3.

For context, please read this fic first!

Characters currently present in this short chapter:

Captain Dainsleif, Diluc Ragnvindr, Waitress Alice & Rosaria, Chief Albedo, Prince ???????, Lord Kamisato, and Justice Ajax.

Description:

Greetings, I am Diluc Ragnvindr. Welcome to Southern Gaciea. Unlike the North, East, and the West, the South is a tourist spot for outsiders. It's a closed off country, so outlanders will need to submit their documents to the department of domestic affairs. Perhaps you do not remember, but you've encountered many interesting individuals upon your arrival such as… Captain Dainsleif, the famous Western knight turned retainer for both Prince Lumine and her missing brother, Prince Aether; Lord Kamisato, the Eastern noble who controls Gaciean trade with just a flick of a wrist; Chief Albedo, the Head of Domestic Affairs and Chief Alchemist from unknown origins; Justice Ajax, the unreasonable Northern politician whom I often argue with; …And, of course, Duke Ragnvindr, the Southern Head of Military Affairs. That would be me. It's a shame you no longer remember much of our time together, (Y/n). I assure you, I can make you feel at home in this universe. But— you're not planning to leave South Gaciea soon, are you? ♥

Dev note: pssst, you might get some extra dialogue if you put these as your name (more will be added soon cuz that aint all my moots >:((( i need to code more efficiently smh.)

Shiro, Ven, Navina, Mei, Mochi, Ana

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chanif-art · 7 months

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Beware of magician...☆

Yandere! Lyney x reader

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iicheeze · 1 year

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Genshin SAGAU except Reader is a lore fanatic

cw: lore dump, archon quest spoilers, side quest spoilers, etc

“ guys did u know that the Sea Ganoderma is actually souls of children who died young trapped and is forced to spend generations absorbing elements from the sand and sea as the form of punishment?? ” “ what the fuck your grace. ” Tighnari muttered.

“yelan, i know where u got ur jacket. ” “ o- oh, really, Your Grace? ” Yelan stuttered, sweat dropping. “ Yeah, i know u stole it from a Fatui Harbinger that was supposed to be a gift for the Tsaritsa and made some 'adjustments' to make it fit your style. ” you stated with a smirk, while yelan tries to hold in her cries because you rlly are a Divine Being, knowing everything about Teyvat.

Archon quest spoilers down ahead

“ Guys, I have a theory that the upside down Statue of the Seven and city the Traveler and Paimon saw are actually the correct way and that proves it because when I took a walk at Spiral Abyss when I went down I expected it to be pitch black but instead I'm met with the galaxy sky and a moon and possibly, Khaenri 'ah and Enkanomiya are the ones that are actually in the surface, while Teyvat is underground and yknow what? Scaramouche is RIGHT. The stars are fake the sky is fake everything is fake as we know of HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ” your maniacal laughter echoed through the Akademiya as many Researchers are baffled by this amount of information

“ Alhaitham, do you have a second? ” “ Of course, Your grace. What is it? ” “ Are you the Scarlet King ” “ ........ excuse me ”

“ WELL i noticed that the color of your eyes matches the Scarlet King's eyes, and your boots matches the color of the buildings of the Scarlet King's Civilization. A blue gem appeared when the Scarlet King sacrificed himself and it kinda looked like the gems at your back. And when you do your burst it looks REALLY similar to the Primal Constructs’ attacks, and the Primal Constructs are what's left of the Scarlet King's civilization. And at your chest it looks like it has the wings of an eagle, and your name literally means young eagle. What does this have to do with the Scarlet King? Well, at the Dunes I've ventured, I've seen murals and a figure with a bird head and it could possibly be the Scarlet King but it strangely reminded me of you!!! Plus, you know how to use the devices made by the Scarlet King, whereas the books and researchers at the Akademiya shows no information on how to properly use them. Pretty suspicious...... ”

and then theres alhaitham sweating his balls off on how the hell did you get that information.

“ guys, did you know that when Enkanomiya was plunged deep into the ocean, they created a fake sun called Helios to survive, right??? But actually, the nobles wanted more power. They wanted a puppet or ruler that they could easily control or manipulate. And WHO WOULD MAKE A GOOD CANDIDATE??? THAT'S RIGHT! A CHILD. AND THUS, BEGIN THE REIGN OF THE SUNCHILDREN. They were young and ignorant, obviously easy to be deceived and lied to. They were manipulated to commit heinous deeds. The first Sunchild was deceived to imprisoning his role model for life, aka isolated from everyone. The sunchildren were DESPISED by their own people, EVEN THE CARETAKERS ARENT ALLOWED TO SPEAK TO THEM. Knowing that the Sunchildren could realize that they were being manipulated, the nobles then introduced Rite of Solar Return. Now what the hell is a Rite of Solar Return??? Basically, when a Sunchild hits a certain age, they will be taken into the inner sanctum of Helios. The artificial Sun's high temperature could AND WOULD incinerate them alive!!!!! AND SOMEHOW, SOME HAVE SIMILARITIES WITH OUR CURRENT ARCHONS!!! Orupeusu had a talent for the lyre, aka the Anemo Archon. Risutaiosu made lifelike sculptures, like the Electro Archon. And Isumenasu would roam his country, AND EVEN HAD A SPEAR LIKE THE GEO ARCHON AT HIS GRAVE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I AM A GENIUS ”

the fact that people would still listen to your rants about Teyvat but still be concerned about your mental health is hilarious

if you werent the Divine Being of All, they would've locked you up where no one can find you, you know

Dottore would like you tho

so that's good

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moonsaver · 26 days

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Yandere!Idol!Alhaitham has been on my mind for SO long oh my goodness.........

Idol!Alhaitham, who's spotted laughing for the first time you attend those fanmeetings, and crack the stupidest joke ever. Fancams all around the room caught that moment, and it's gotten wildly famous within the fandom.

Idol!Alhaitham who mentions to have taken a "liking" to someone in all the interviews after that one fanmeeting. The fandom is quick to connect the dots, and everything's up in a rage at the mere mention of that one fancam. Alhaitham isn't oblivious to their reactions.

Idol!Alhaitham, who, somehow, manages to find details about you, your purchases of their merch, and somehow manages to always pull a few strings to make you the winner of any giveaways you join that are hosted by their company. It's almost laughably easy for him.

Idol!Alhaitham, who deep down hates it when he realizes he's not your favorite within the group. Your eyes are on another member on the stage. Your likes are of another member's fancam. You repost another member's clips and moments. Most of the merch you own of his is just bonus you get along with the actual merch you wanted to buy. He's not having it.

Idol!Alhaitham who tracks down your socials, and takes a note of all the clothing brands you own, your aesthetics, your hobbies, and makes it a point to include it into his photos. You couldn't have known an idol as famous as him would even buy from the same niche clothing brand as you, right? Maybe your eyes are just tricking you..

Idol!Alhaitham, who you've started spotting more and more frequently around your area. More of their concerts are being held in your area, and it gives him the perfect excuse to stage a chance encounter with you, as if he hadn't been stalking you for the past couple of weeks beforehand. He pulls you along to private and hidden spaces with a convenient excuse to "not get caught". You're not sure if that was his intention, because he keeps pulling you along to more and more shady areas, with lesser and lesser people. It's already late, and it's surprising that he has more time than you. Isn't his schedule supposed to be packed?

Idol!Alhaitham, who becomes more active in songwriting after that "chance encounter". And it's evident most of them are intensely romantic in nature, eerily mentioning details about you not even most of your friends would have known, in passing adlibs. The fandom's picked up on it, but they've yet to pick up on the fact that it's you he's writing about.

Idol!Alhaitham, who's now shamelessly convincing the public that he's in a relationship with someone, that someone supposed to be you. It becomes so widespread within the fandom that it becomes hard to back out now. If you refuse, or even try, an anonymous account may leak your information, and it won't be soon before you recieve death threats,stalkers,or something even worse. It's better to go along with what he says, isn't it? He knows just what to say.

Idol!Alhaitham, that collects your photos instead. He has every single one of them pinned with respective dates, in a hidden drawer of his room, where not a single employee can find it to take it away. You realize how wrong things have gone when you start receiving copies of these photos with an abundance of his merch from giveaways you hadn't even joined.

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tearskillstardust · 5 months

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; GENSHIN MEN WHO ARE CRAZY IN YOUR LOVE

NSFW; 18+ content and themes ahead, minors DO NOT INTERACT.

!! tw; yandere themes, rape, stalking, undertones of misogyny, obsession, extreme dacryphilia, arrange marriage themes, violence. !!

all legally aged genshin men; gender-neutral reader. interacting with the following content is a free choice for all readers. the author does not take any responsibility for the repercussions. i do not approve of the behaviors depicted by the characters. everything written below is solely for entertainment purposes. similarities with events, places, occurrences, persons dead or alive is purely coincidental. no graphic imagery under the cut.

— GENSHIN MEN WHO ARE UNABLE TO MOVE ON even after you have clearly stated your disappointment and sorrow with them. who cried hard and endlessly at your feet as you packed your bags, took your phone and pushed them away, never once paying heed to their begging. you have tried for weeks to talk to them but sometimes they want to take you on a date and other times they are busy— they had pushed you over the edge and you were barely controlling the urge to scream and throw something at them. who stare with tear-filled eyes as you leave them ruthlessly, without any kind of regret or sorrow. who think you're so, so unfair for not having loved them the way they loved you.

— men who stalk you endlessly even when it's been months and you have completely detached them from your life, or at least that's what you think. they think every flower you buy, every time you smile randomly, everytime you're happy, you're thinking of them. who unconsciously smile too and click a photo from behind the tree and stare at it throughout the night even when they should be sleeping. who come to meet you especially at late hours of the night through your window that is so familiar to them and stare at you endlessly because they got a bit sad they could only look at that pathetic photo and not the real beauty. whose hearts beat with anticipation when your lips flutter apart slowly in your sleep, almost imagining that you'll tell them to come next to you.

— men who conveniently ignore the scars on your hands that they'd given to you and stare at your photo in that pretty dress they'd gifted to you all those months ago. who remember the way they had desperately torn it apart to take you to their bed, and now find themselves hoping they hadn't been so careless. who want to do it again and make you feel good and give you all the pleasure in the way they know you want that'll have you melting for them. who touch themselves sometimes but then control themselves at the thought that it was just the matter of a few weeks now.

— men who tie you to the bed post and stuff a cloth into your mouth and an injection at your side that immobilizes you and laugh gently when you're crying. who remind you of what you had done to them and frown slightly when you show them your scars that they'd given to you. who get defensive and upset when you start digging old graves and tell you to look at the brighter side. who almost force you into sleeping with them but then barely stop when they realize that they love you an that your happiness is priority. who swear that they'll never let any harm come to you and never let you leave their home.

— men who bring you all your favorite items and love it when you smile occasionally. who get giddy when they secretly hear you talking to a kitten they brought for you about how you were willing to tolerate them. who think you're ready for them an make big plans about your future. who almost push you off the stairs when you tell them that you're not ready for marriage. who start crying when they pull you back after having had that sudden outrage and then feel pathetic. whose voice starts cracking when they tell you how crazy they are for you and your eyes widen unimaginably, feeling scared and terrified.

— men who forcefully keep you until you're their broken toy and they think that they're the perfect partner because they buy you all riches, don't physically harm you and love you so much. who break all limits to make you accept them and have the messed-up thinking that this time when they put themselves inside of you and ravage you, you're completely fine because you never said no.

aether, kazuha, thoma, xiao, tighnari, diluc, gorou

— GENSHIN MEN WHO LOVE PISSING YOU OFF. who cackle when you're frustrated and shout at them, who can't help but tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and then, resisting the urge to kiss you, pull back. who love it when you get all feisty and ready to throw hands, who love being glared at. who get an ego boost when you're glaring at them and paying them attention. who like having your gaze on them so much they keep being annoying so that you glare at them from across the room. who love it when people stare at you two, who like your flushed expression and downcast gaze at the unwanted attention.

— men who secretly love seeing you cry and pretend that they care. men who coo in your ear when you're crying, gently convincing you to look at the brighter side of whatever is weighing on your heart. who like being trusted and being shown your vulnerable side. who secretly imagine you crying when they're all by themselves and imagine being the one to make you cry. who sometimes purposely get you in trouble behind your back so that you get upset. who love your tears and the way they seem to enhance the dreaminess of your eyes and how you're so vulnerable and usable in that moment— but they, being their gentlemanly selves, never lay a finger on you and cut off someone else's if they do.

— men who absolutely detest competition. who like declaring you off limits to everyone, but themselves. who like you for face value and even more for the honey pot of love that you have to offer to them. who hate it when that one boy you've been talking about recently starts getting closer to you. who hate feeling vulnerable and weak in front of another man and almost get slapped when they try asserting their rights on you.

— men who have strong hearts but fragile egos. men who question your act over and over again until they realize you're the one who's wrong. who glare daggers at you and slowly turn into the ones making you cry, albeit their wish still remains unfulfilled as they realize that they also want to be the ones comforting you.

— men who slowly but surely remove everyone you trust out of your lives. no, they don't kill them, they just bury a seed of doubt in your mind which thrusts from the earth of your mind as a thorny bush and makes you break ties slowly with your family, then your friends, and at last your lover. who laugh to themself when they find you crying all alone on the rooftop one day. who pretend to be the hero and bring you warm tea for your sore throat and rub your back until you're knocked out unconscious.

— who have little sense of pity when they torture you, first with words, then with hands. who manipulate you endlessly to make you completely theirs. who smash your confidence to bits and make you completely reliant on them. who pretend to be your knight on the white horse but are very much aware of their true self. who pay very little heed to you and your wishes but still make you believe they love you, and they're the only ones who do. who make you feel pathetic and sad and become your saviour despite being your criminal.

— men who have zero sense of morality and leave no stone unturned in convincing you that you are their property. who mark you like a beast over and over again, who never let you leave the house without their permission and knowledge. who reduce you to their pet, making you cry every other day and then shush you by pounding endlessly throughout the night. who convince you this is what happiness is, who win the battle of ego and love seeing you broken. who have made you irrevocably theirs and leave no chance for escape for they tie you not with chains but with words.

childe, kaeya, heizou, capitano, zhongli, dottore, venti, kaveh

— GENSHIN MEN WHO KNOW THEY ARE THE BEST. men who are aware of their power and status and take great pride in their identities. who have not even a trace of jealousy in their hearts because they are aware they are the best. who pretend to be saints unaware they haven't faced a seductress throughout their lives. men who are more confused when you don't like them compared to when you do. who are aware you are the best of the best and have an innate urge to lay any kind of claim on you.

— men who love being pretentious and hate being called out on it. who love at face value and hate you the moment you open your mouth to spew venom at their hypocrisy and unfairness. who know they have to shut you up. who admire your ability to engage and be of interest but hate when it is for someone else. who think they, being their amazing selves, are entitled to you, anyhow. who think the queen must be with her king and start taking it personally and make it a game of hunting where you are the deer and they are the hunter.

— men who are loved by all and hated by you. who detest the complete difference in your treatment of them and your treatment of others. do not be deceived— they don't care even one bit about your affections. they're just so upset over the fact that the airs and graces of whom should be reserved for the enhancement of his own charm and reputation, is being wasted over worthless people. who are completely sure they are entitled to you, to your beauty, to everything you have named yours. who love you for face value.

— men who are dying to claim as theirs. who want to satisfy their ego by claiming something so desired such as yourself. who want to put their seed in you and tie you to themselves forever and ever, so that you can never escape even if you wanted to. who pull all the strings behind-the-scenes to convince your parents into marrying you off to them. you who could not bear to look at their face once without having an outburst later, were cursed to a life lived in darkness with them.

— men who, against very few odds, make you theirs in front of society, in front of your parents who willingly gave your hand in theirs, in front of you who was barely holding on to the string of patience. you, who were convincing yourself you weren't dreaming over and over again, you who were holding back tears, you who were once as free as the eagle— now your plight was so great that now you felt like a snake crawling on the ground, wriggling, trying anyhow to take to the sky only to fall to its death. and they smile at you once it is your turn to utter the vows whereas you can only supress a sob, a barely put together voice agreeing.

— men who bed you that night and put a part of themselves in you. who laugh when as you cry and then leave when they're done. who pay no heed to your crying and keep going until they're satisfied that you're filled to the brim. 'perhaps my seed will make you more worthy of being my wife,' they say but are secretly elated every time they see you in the morning and are reminded that now your glory was putting the entire spotlight on them. now that you were their wife, you were below them and they could use you, manipulate you, throw you— but at the end of the day, they were your husband after all.

neuvillette, wanderer, al haitham, ayato, cyno, wriothesely, pantalone

children repeat after me! i will not stand any kind of abuse or inflict it on anyone in real life. i'm aware that no woman/man ever owes me anything. i will maintain my peace and limits and respect other's too. my partner is my equivalent and is worthy of my respect. they do not exist to serve me anyhow. every woman is equivalent to a godess and it is my duty to respect her boundaries.

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yourheart-inmyhands · 6 months

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Had a thought of a scenario where Yan furina

And Yan Neuvillette meet Fishman reader

Where when furina was being overwhelmed by the crowd of people and suddenly they appear in front of them making the crowd run away

With Neuvillette I belive he would find Fishman reader one day taking care of a Melusines because a fish hook got stuck in there leg because of a fisherman

Sorry for the rambling

-🌮annon

ah this was such a cool ask! sorry it took so long to get to, I hope you enjoy it :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including obsessive behavior, mentions of fishmen being extinct, reader having a fishing hook in their ear, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Furina would be grateful for the sudden pushback of the crowd, even if it meant being face-to-face with a rather intimidating species. Fishfolk had been the previous inhabitants of Fontaine, but long ago when the first Hydro Archon took possession of the land, they were driven back into the sea. It was believed they had gone instinct by now, having not been spotted for many, many decades, but now here you were.

Furina felt a breath of relief as the crowd seemed to part, more interested in getting away from the general area than anything involving her. Her relief was momentary though as she quickly saw the reason why, you were approaching, and fast. She was too stunned to even speak, staring at you wide-eyed as she froze on the spot. Furina couldn’t believe it, not only were fishfolk still living, but one had been bold enough to come up on land. At that moment she felt something stir inside her, a swirl of curiosity and gratitude. She knew that she needed to know more about you, to learn everything there was about you, your way of life, and why you had come to land.

Yandere!Neuvillette would find you curious, he had read many a book about fishfolk species but all had declared them officially extinct, the species not having been spotted in a couple hundred years. He had heard through the chain of melusines that he saw on a day-to-day basis that a strange person had been spotted on a nearby shore, with a fish hook caught in their ear! Curiously he decided to investigate, after all the area was a designated wildlife preserve so anyone fishing there would be taken into custody immediately. The sand was soft beneath the heel of his boots as Neuvillette descended the beach, eyes cast to the group of Melusines gathered on the beach. It wasn’t uncommon for this many to be in one area, but to be gathered in such a tight circle, all murmuring to each other so intensely was something Neuvillette didn’t see often. Slowly approaching, he saw the cause of concern. A citizen, but one of the sea and not the land, was sat on the beach, face scrunched in pain as the Meulisine’s paws slowly worked a rather thick, complicated hook out of their ear-fin. Was this one of the extinct fishfolk that the history books spoke of? Neuvillette needed to know more.

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pavosnoctua · 7 days

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cw: yandere, dark themes, obsessive behaviors, forced marriage, possessive behaviors, controlling behaviors, implied isolation, implied non-con touching, implied forced starvation. afab reader. mdni, minors dni! i do not condone the behaviors in this fic.

my first time writing a yandere fic. please lmk if i am missing a tag or warning!

You don't know why but Diluc one day tells you that he is giving a few more freedoms - slightly begrudgingly but you won't be alone outside. The winery is well staffed, Adelinde will be nearby so be good.

(Maybe Adelinde felt a twinge of sympathy for you, hearing you cry every night when Diluc would get too rough with you. You delude yourself into thinking this)

Be good is what you repeat to yourself as you step outside into the sunlight since he brought you here - it feels like ages ago, unreal to you, with the way the warmth of the sun hits your skin and you have to initially squint at the brightness. The Manor is so dark in comparison - it's windows always covered and the lighting so dim.

Adelinde watches you with the same hawkish look Diluc does, and you're not sure who you'd rather have following you like an unwanted storm cloud.

So, you meander around the property within the limits given to you. You soak up the sun, take in all the smells - everything you've missed for the last six months. All that can be taken away on a whim.

You're smart - you like to believe you're smart but you find a path that hasn't been used and Adelinde is currently distracted because of Hillie and Moco, you consider. One foot in front of the other.

Liyue is only a half a days walk from here.

Just follow this path while everyone is distracted - your heart hammers in your chest as you stand, frozen.

"Is everything okay?" Diluc startles you, you quickly turn to face him and look down, hoping that act appeases him. "Are you ill? Let's get you back inside-"

"No!" You shout, jerking away. He looks unimpressed and you clear your throat. "I mean, no, I'm fine. Just...spaced out."

Diluc makes a noise and you wish he'd go away so you could plan your path of escape.

"Come. Let's eat outside today for lunch." It's an order. You obey, glancing back at the path longingly - hoping it'll still be there in a few days if you are allowed back outside again.

Mercy comes through the sake of the woman who serves as Diluc's eyes. You are allowed outside on a weekly basis, you've been good and sweet and obedient. You sleep with Diluc, kiss him without crying - go along with his whims and delusions.

And one day, when the staff is too busy to watch you, you slip away. The path is overgrown and unseen. You step forward.

And again.

Further into the forgotten bushes and trees until you come to a clearing. The Winery is still in view and the path is vaguely there.

Liyue is a half a days walk, you tell yourself - looking at the shitty shoes you're wearing. The delicate clothes.

And as you turn and walk, vaguely remembering the map - a hand grabs you and jerks you back. Red, hot. You scream.

You swear at him, tell him how much you hate him as he looks at you with hurt and betrayal. He yells orders for that area to be blocked off, says doors are to be locked down as he drags you back because you won't walk for him. You claw at him and more words tumble out. Adelinde simply watches.

"You got greedy." Diluc snaps as he shoves you into your shared room. You cannot cause a scene anymore - watching his Vision glow with his growing emotions. You do not wish to deal with burns on top of the scrapes and bruises you just got. And whatever punishment he'll inflict on you now. "I never should have agreed to let you go outside. I could have lost you!"

"That's the point." you mutter. His eyes burn.

"What?"

You cross your arms over your chest and look at him in the eyes. "I said what I said."

Diluc is quiet for a moment - as if thinking. Finally, he turns to Adelinde, who only looks at you with pity and disappointment.

"They are to not receive a meal for the next two days. No one but me is to see them."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm doing this because I care about you." Diluc tells you but you only just stare at him. He considers many things in that moment but chooses to leave instead, door half slamming behind him.

You don't wince anymore.

"You should have been grateful for what you were given," Adelinde tells you as she goes to work to make your bed, pick out different clothes. "Do you understand that I had to convince him to allow you such a freedom?"

"I'm sorry." you say, automatically. She does not answer, opting to leave you alone with nothing more to say.

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s3raphim1c · 16 days

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Touch .⁠｡⁠*☆

—wanderer/scaramouche x reader (no gender specified), mentions of kidnapping, yandere, soft-ish yandere, touch-starved wanderer/scara

—.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡- Wanderer loves the feeling of your touch. Although he'd never admit it, a single touch from you would ease his worries away.

He could be having numerous thoughts of you leaving him, or anything negative, and a single graze of your finger to his porcelain and cold ones, it would all disappear.

He'd gaze over you, his eyes shocked and he'd feel his eyes droop softly. You were there.

He'd hold you closer. Place an arm on your waist and hold your face as you both sit on a tree branch as he is hiding from people once more.

He doesn't need them when he has you.

You were there. And you'd never leave him. You'd caress his worries away, give him a little peck on the forehead and whisper sweetly soothing things to ease his worries away.

Although he's never been a fan of sweet things, he couldn't help himself but feel allured to your sweet nothings. Although words aren't enough to soothe his paranoid thoughts, your touch surely is.

As you tap his hand softly in a rhythmic way. The way the wind would sway your hair, clothes, the tree leaves, his hair, his clothes... And the way you'd look at him.

〃 .⁠｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⁠。〃

Scaramouche could only wish to see that same look from you.

Instead of that expression of love and softness you'd give to Wanderer, you'd either look at Scaramouche in fear or emotionless.

He would have to force you to give him affection. He'd force you to love him. But you couldn't, not when you don't find love within him, but hatred and anger. He hates it.

He just wished, wanted that one time. When you first met him, it was coincidental. You never knew who he was that time, and you'd treat him like anybody else. With that soft smile and soft and lovely look.

Looking back, he would find himself smiling back. But soon his non-existent heart would ache. Because you'd never look at him the same after he lets his greed take over him.

He couldn't help himself. He indulged in his obsession, in that desire to be loved. He hated how it had a great impact on him. He hated you. But how could he hate and love someone at the same time?

He was contradicting and conflicting.

As he lays in the bed you both laid on, unfortunately not as lovers, but as kidnapper and victim;

His stern, sharp and cold eyes softened ever so slightly. You looked so vulnerable. So raw... So you.

He felt his hand move closer to caress your face. He watches his hand caress your face softly. His other hand grabs your hand softly. And he hesitantly held it close to his non-existent heart.

He could feel it beat.

He could feel his non-existent heart at your touch. He closes his eyes, a moment of vulnerability. You flutter your eyes open, you look at your hand and find them at his chest, while he looks vulnerable, as he clutches your hand as if it's the last thing he could ever do in his undying life.

You looked at him softly, he opened his eyes as he felt shifting, and his eyes were pure of shock as you looked at him softly, the same look he fell for.

You were about to caress his face until you stopped, but your hand was grabbed by him and he held it up his cheek.

For the first time, you have never seen him desperate and vulnerable. Touch him like how lovers do. Do it yourself, don't have him force it.

You remove your hand from his grab, he almost looked defeated, not until you caressed his face on your own will.

That would leave a mark on history. He hugged you right there and then. And by the next day, everything went on as if nothing changed.

〃 .⁠｡⁠*☆♡︎*⁠。〃

—.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡- Scaramouche would always have you by his side, but that same you was never the you he wanted on his side. Wanderer on the other hand wouldn't always have you by his side, but at least the you he wanted would be with him in those days you were at his side.

Don't ever let your greed decide for you and act for you, because you can never be sure if it really is what you wanted until you have it.

— S13

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yanderefreak1213 · 2 months

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Imagine reader is talking to their friends, and in passing says something like 'no one would marry me anyway, I have too many scars.' Not as a self deprecating thing, but reader just thinks its a fact.

What would Genshin men's reaction be? 👀

Okay, okay so- you didn't like...Put who exactly. So I'mma choose a couple and if you wanted a certain character please let me know and I'll redo it! Gonna do them as plain out reactions. Warnings: Yandere themes, thoughts of harm to another *Not reader*, mention of scars. NOTE: Reader is kept as blank as possible, this includes gender, race and sexuality. //////////////////////////////////////////////// Kazuha: This man adores you, so hearing those words escape you breaks his heart. Do not tempt this man as he will indeed propose right there on the spot, ring or no ring. He loves every bit of you, chubby, thin, scars or no scars. He will compliment every little thing about you. In truth, I imagine he'd have plenty of his own scars, and he understands the insecurities that come with it.But don't worry, he'll make sure you know how much he loves you and your scars. Wanderer: Mmm....You know, I feel like Wanderer isn't overly soft...Like it'd probably go like "Are you stupid? I'm standing right here!" In response truthfully. He's not trying to be....That mean. But come onnn, you think a part of your body is going to scare him? He finds them beautiful non-the less and will not tolerate you insulting yourself (thats his job). Now if anyone had said that to you,they may or may not be seen again (He's trying to be a good guy you know..) Albedo: I feel like...He'd be confused on what you're saying...Are you hinting to him you want him to marry you? Sure thats not what you said...But to think no one wants to marry you when he's shown you so many of his art pieces of you? I feel like...Despite him not being...Great at social stuff. He 100% will do his best to make you happy and much more comfortable in your own skin.He can't marry you in this very moment...But he has plans! You just need to hold on a little longer...

#yandere x you #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere requests #request are open #yandere x y/n #Yandere Kazuha #yandere wanderer #Yandere Albedo #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x gender neutral reader #yandere genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere albedo x reader #Yandere Kazuha x Reader #yandere wanderer x reader

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yxstxrdrxxm · 7 months

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... Working under the Balladeer's orders as one of the members of the Fatui.

You were new, and Scaramouche knew that well. He was even told by one of the harbingers that they were letting you work under his guidance as you were not... Fit to follow the stronger harbingers.

He saw you as a nuisance once. He never really liked you, and he thought that you were simply annoying. Repulsive, even. It was laughable with how many times he'd watch you fall.

However, he couldn't lie and said that when others did it... He found it annoying. Irritating.

You were his property, just like how everyone is his own to use and break. That was no exception, and everyone knew that.

So why the hell do they think they can toy with you?

He had found himself making sure your missions go smoothly, even going so far as to isolate you from everyone else. Hell, he even made sure that those who decide to pair with you knew the extremes that he will take should they fuck around and get you hurt.

If a single hair had been misplaced, hell will break loose.

Scaramouche is a ticking time bomb, and for his poor, sweet, accident and chaos magnet of a darling... He found himself about to explode.

Maybe, just maybe, he was aware of that. And maybe you were, too.

After all, he knew that if anyone had decided to simply hurt you so much as even breathing wrong in your direction, he would have their necks faster than they can beg.

Love is a twisted thing.

And Scaramouche will twist it till it breaks.

@.throw-letter-away | do not republish or repost my works anywhere | 2023

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fancyfeathers · 3 months

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Normalized Yandere AU (Genshin Impact)

In this AU it is almost expected for people to have darlings or be a darling. Some are treated like actual lovers, like when Navia and her darling can be spotted around the Court of Fontaine, holding hands and smiling, like a normal couple. Or how Thoma and his darling are often spotted cooking together at the end of long days, goofing off and throwing flour in the other’s face.

But then there are others who see their darling as theirs and nothing else, like Ayato will make his darling endure hours upon hours of emotionally and physically painful edict lessons while he works, expecting her to be the perfect wife at the end of it. Then there is Pantalone of the Fatui Harbingers who dresses up his darling in all the fineries one can imagine but they’re all so uncomfortable and stiff, but all she has to do is sit at his side and look pretty, and whatever else he desires.

Then there are those who walk that fine line, wanting to have a loving relationship but it just being beyond their grasp. Diluc show his darling off to the world with a smile, but alone they couldn’t be more distant, his darling rejecting his advances, barely tolerating sleeping in the same bed as him, it hurts him but he won’t for e her to do anything more, after all he already took her away from her old life. Then there is Zhongli and his darling who have been married for centuries, their relationship did not start out well as his darling attempted to break their contract. Perhaps the archon did punish her to harshly because now all he gets from the weak goddess is the cold shoulder, affection comes from her once every decade if he’s lucky. Their “love story” is adored in Liyue, so much so that in this AU if Zhongli made the contract to end all contracts the effects of it could burn his wife, so perhaps it’s better for Liyue to know that their archon is alive.

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iicheeze · 1 year

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Genshin sagau except god reader is more open about their feelings to aranaras

random thought I had since sometimes I talk to my dolls about how I feel tbh

Imagine we're just venting about our problems 💀 ESPECIALLY IN THE IMPOSTOR AU

“ I don't know, I just feel like it's too much.. ” “ Aren't Naras supposed to know Creator is Nara [Name]? ”

Or you crying your ass out and they just look at you like this

They'd probably tell stories about Festival Utsava or the impact you did when you descended to Teyvat in hopes they can comfort you

Or them making a soft fluffy big flower so you can relaxingly sleep on it

or maybe them singing to you or giving you their cookings

or when you're just talking about someone lovingly they just

“ Give flowers to Nara [favorite character]! ” “ And delicious cookings too! ” “ Ararycan will accompany Creator so no feeling nervous anymore! ”

Aranara best hype man 💪😈

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moonsaver · 3 months

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Sumeru roses, House of Daena, Sticky notes.

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Being an asisstant for the scribe isn't so bad. Just ignore the persistent overtimes, the scent of your perfume everywhere, and the new ink bottles that keep running out on his desk. You didn't anticipate red being his favorite ink to work with.

A/n: more than 2.5k words. I didnt bother counting. I hsed google translate for arabic whoops sorry not sorry <3 also its been a while since i wrote.

Warnings/tags: reader is g/n, yandere Alhaitham, Alhaitham x reader, stalking, paranoia, obsessive themes, very very subtle mentions of blood (if you squint), kind of drawn out? Horrible arabic google translate quote. Probably OOC but you can ignore that

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You admit, being an asisstant isn't so bad.

Of course, at first when you broke the announcement to your parents you wanted to further your studies at the Akademiya, your parents werent approving. They wanted you to get a cushy job and earn as soon as possible; you don't blame them. Having that life sounds peaceful, however, you think delaying it a bit won't hurt. You haven't had the proper chance to really scour the library at your own leisure, at least, not as a student.

So, while job-hunting, (which was wonderfully disrupted by the huge Archon-Overthrow-play-god plan for a good few weeks,) you got an offer as the Asisstant of the Grand Sage; which was suspicious from how good of a title it was. The Akademiya was desperate to get back on it's feet, and who were you to deny the offer?

Of course, it didn't quite occur to you until the first day of your job you'd be working alongside Alhaitham, the scribe of the Akademiya (and perhaps his infamous title as the one who curated a plan to foil Azar's shenanigans).

Which was fine. He was generally alright,if not great to work with. Straightforward, clear, brief, analytical and most of all – he wasn't pushy. Which was a relief, of course. You managed to make small talk from time to time (if you could really call it that,) and came to a consensus with him on many things, mostly that both of you were not pleased with overtime. The moment the clock hit 5:00 PM, both of you were out of your offices and posts. You were mutually respectful, and generally tolerated each other well.

Of course, things at your job got shaken up when your schedule was thrown off balance. Your favorite drink always ran out, your mornings were crowded and somehow you started showing up later than usual, which meant you went home later aswell (much to your dismay).

Another strange series of events started taking place, if you could even call it that. You swear you haven't been watering the plants in front of your home, and the soil is dry enough, so how are they so.. vibrant? And recently, you swear one of the plants is growing a little too much, basically covering one of the windows, threatening to break it. Sticky notes scattered around the front of your house which you originally thought of as littering from those raucous kids your neighbours can't keep in control – you only realised they were for you when you caught a glimpse of your name on it, and you can only agree with the suspicious look on your friends’ faces when you show them the notes – bright Canary yellow and the striking red colour across the notes (although, you've only shown them the more milder ones. You can't imagine the panic you'll be forced to acknowledge if they see some of the other.. strange ones.)

And you suppose your paranoia has caught up to you. Your sleep-deprived mind swears that new red coloured bottle of ink on Alhaitham's desk wasn't there. You swear he never used that bright Canary Yellow colour of post-its. Did he really like that drink he always seemed to get for both of you? It conveniently ran out when you wanted it, and even more so, he conveniently just brought an extra since it was on discount? Of course it all just seems like a coincidence. You're a fool to even think otherwise.

And well, you're fine. Your life has always been a long series of fine, even with the occasional weird mishaps. That's how it's always been, and you don't intend to change it; rather, you really do find change almost repulsive (save for the panic you felt deep down in your stomach at all the things you couldn't control). And that “fine” comes to a halt when you find your door absolutely mauled with sticky notes. There's a bouquet of Sumeru Roses at the bottom, as if to try and apologise sheepishly for the terrifying collage on your door. The terrifying numbness in your fingers, face, your brows furrowed as you can't decide just how to react, the elevated heartbeat – you swear you can feel the blood threaten to burst through your chest.

You opted to stay with a friend that night. You don't know what you were expecting when you came back in the morning, and all of those notes were gone, except a singular one in the middle, “الهوس والحب مترادفان، لكنهما لا يقارنان بارتباط روحي بروحك” (which you had to reread almost 30 times with your broken arabic, checked with someone from the Haravatat Darshan, to really confirm – obsession and love are synonyms, but they are nothing compared to the connection of my soul to yours – is what it said, and it's echoed in your head for weeks). You can't remember the last time you wore your rose perfume after that.

Scouring in the House Of Daena didn't seem to alleviate your troubles that well, either. The books you read one day, and opted to continue the next – vanished. Someone else always had the upper hand. And when they returned, they were scribbled and annotated with many pockets of information. Sometimes they overshadow the information on the page itself. And on the rare occasion you put your head on the books as a makeshift pillow for a power nap, you jolted up from just a sniff. Sumeru roses hit your nose.

And of course, when you find notes with all different handwritings on your desk in the office, you think someone's playing a cruel prank on you. But your office was locked. No one saw anyone enter your office. You did your usual check up before you locked it last night, and assorted everything in place. None of these notes were here. And of course, your only clue is the fact they're all Canary Yellow post-its, and that striking scarlet red ink on it. Hasn't the bottle on Alhaitham's desk been running out? He mentioned it off-handedly. You remember saying blue ink was cheaper. He didn't respond.

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overtime was disdainful, for the lack of a better word. However, that implies only to the masses – it is no problem for him to come up with better synonyms to describe the situation at hand. “Distasteful”, “loathsome”, “detestable”, and so on. However, complaining will not solve the stacks of files on his desk that he wishes to do away with as soon as possible.

If anything pleases him more than his usual combination of abstruse books, isolation from the general public, and extreme individuality, it is that as the Grand Sage's assistant – you are expected to stay back for the extended hours as much as he is, if not more. For once, working overtime (or being forced to) has brought him progress. Will a few more hours of scribbling away and reviewing files change anything huge? He will return to his post again tomorrow as he has today, and the work will continue. Although, this time, it is you who stays working overtime. So for once, if it manages to quiet down the poking and prodding of other nosy scholars, reprimanding him for never working even a minute after the allocated time, he does so for the exchange of working with you.

And he doesn't intend to burden you, but he knows the desperation you work with, trying your best to cram in any minute, second into trying to get ahold of those books at the House Of Daena. So, if at least to make you stay for longer, he assigns you the more dragged out, tedious work. And to make it better – you just got locked out of your office. He has an extra pair, which he diligently uses for his own interest. As for you; perhaps being so frantic and scrambling to gather all books you might have read the day before may have caused you to drop your keys somewhere along the way. Would he know? Of course – he's diligently collected and added it to his inventory. Would he tell you? It would be like stepping on his own tail. The lack of certainty in a schedule makes for more freedom – he thinks. It's for your own good; he almost says. And to have you work in the same proximity as him? It's a bonus.

Many consider him to be talented and extraordinarily intelligent, so just take his advice as literally as you can. Or maybe he just needs to tell you directly while making small talk between you two more frequent. To his dismay (and your absolute horror), the sticky notes seem to be working counterproductively. Perhaps he should just show up at your house with a bouquet of Sumeru roses and a small journal filled with his advice? He jests, it's only an entertaining idea. The bewildered look on your face makes him adore you – even if only imaginative.

The lift stops at the top floor. He sees your figure standing beside his desk, an expanse of books behind you. The sharp yellow lights contrast your figure to the dim blue light sphere in the middle. He feels the corners of his mouth perk up into a smile,and stops himself.

Another overtime shift for the both of you.

—

Overtime was not easy. You wouldn't have minded it – the job pays you well, and its quite comfortably tucked into the Akademiya, where no one bothers you, and you can easily access the House of Daena. However, the stress and paranoia has absolutely drained you.

You've visited the matra recently. Frantically scraping together whatever evidence you can, everytime your “admirer” decided to gift you something new, leaving almost no time in your schedule. Daily visits to the library turned into constant visits to the matra, detailing your issues. You would have opted to stay silent, brushing it off as someone who was.. weirdly shy. But shy people don't stalk you, shy people don't leave obsessive notes for you, shy people don't visit your house at unholy hours of the night. And who knows what else this stalker of yours has been up to recently?

Revenge bedtime procrastination turned into sleepless nights, flinching at every sound, hiding under the covers until there was no oxygen and your entire face was covered in sweat. Workload seemed to increase, from how often you kept messing up, many things clouding your mind. Alhaitham's prickly eyes took notice, and he suggested drinking another beverage aside from coffee in the morning, and offered to get you something else – which you generously refused and turned down. (the last thing you would want to be is in someone else's debt at this time. Even if it's just a drink, who knows what else it could add up to in the future?)

So, here you were; irritated, on edge and in the dimly lit office which was viciously devoid of any natural light. You wonder why someone would want such a stuffy office, with books probably growing mold inside. Sure, it's spacious, but it's utter lack of life in it repulses you. It has the comfort level of a hospital waiting room, and it's just enough to add onto the little things that bother you, on top of everything else.

If that wasn't any better – Alhaitham seemed particularly chatty this evening. Perhaps his parasitic roommate (whom he has lovingly mentioned, multiple times,) has been ignoring him as of late? Maybe a commission in the desert, or a commission that requires a huge amount of unnecessary labour? And the (Acting) Grand Scribe has mentioned several times how the blonde architect works himself almost half to death just to get a smile out of his customers. You painstakingly understand him in silence, and don't comment on it.

The rest of the night continues – the benignity of it isn't lost on you. Occasionally perking up from your own scribbling upon Alhaitham's call, searching for a specific book on the vast (dusty, if you may add) shelves, and commenting on a few meeting topics and research projects he grazes, assigning you a few. He doesn't miss the comical dragging of your feet as you walk back over to your desk, befuddled with more work. He wants to tease you, he wants you to ask him for help, for an extra bottle of ink, for an extra post it note, whatever way in which you ask for his help.

He theorises you don't remember much of your and his student days.

—

“shit, I forgot them.”

You searched the familiar pockets and zips of your bag, scrunched eyebrows in frustration.

“Seriously? I'm not lending you any of mine~”

Your friend laughed. You sigh.

“I let you hog all my lunch and this is what I get as a thank you?”

“Too bad. You don't like the blue coloured ones anyway.”

“I'm desperate for a sticky note. Does it look like I'm in a state to be picky?”

Your friend laughs again, and throws their little compact stack of post-its on your book.

“Fine. But you've already annotated so much, what are you gonna write about?”

“Hmm? Wouldn't you like to know?”

You playfully ignore them, as they chitter behind you; carefully sticking it into your textbook and scribbling down the information before you forget. You sigh and look up. You make eye contact.

Right. It's him.

The grey-haired Haravatat boy that rarely showed up. Everyone knew him for his quiet attitude, and his tendency to make your professor's blood boil due to his absence in every lecture. Your friends had a few inside jokes about him. You would dare say this is your first encounter, or really the only one, with him. A stoic look and a judgmental one at the same time, behind curiously multicoloured eyes.

Nearing the end of the semester – usually the smart ones would avoid the house of Daena, as it would overflow with study groups of caffeine-run seniors and freshman alike. Some of the other clever ones chose spots that weren't easy to find in the first place, and some chose to simply come early.

The thing is, you didn't come early. You were here from midnight. The librarian and all the security checks probably missed you, since you were neatly tucked away into the corner, taking a well-needed nap on one of your reference materials. You only woke up when one of your friends, and that boy poked and prodded you. Your friend laughed until they were out of breath when you looked up – drool slipping down past your chin, eyes swollen from the lack of sleep (and the incessant crying of an academic student), handwriting illegible from just how drowsy you were. The boy only stood quietly, probably judging your.. mannerisms. You weren't sure how, or why, he sat down at the same table as you and your friend.

—-

Every once in a while - Alhaitham does use the sticky notes.

He didn't buy them. He wanted to borrow them for a short second, but in your hurry, you gave him the compact stack and left, never looking back. After that, you never got them back. Neither of you had the time, and your fate simply intertwined for a brief moment. Things like these happen.

But you keep appearing in the crowd.

He sees you in a flurry of students, or alone at a desolate desk. On a high-up ladder reaching an impossibly reachable book, crouching down to pick up the several you dropped in the process. Passing by the dull lecture halls as he slipped into the library, following the reference materials his father recommended, picked out neatly from private journals and books. The yellow sticky notes never served him much purpose after a single use. He debated simply keeping them on your desk the next time he saw you, but never quite worked up the courage. He swore the sumeru rose scent gave him a headache.

So, when he heard you were continuing your studies at the Akademiya, he was pleased. Working as a Scribe was a simple job, and his chances of seeing you just increased. And he may have been too ambitious, but it worked greatly in his favour – as he opened up another Assistant role for you.

He hums, content with his decision to keep the sticky notes. Now - how would he utilise them? He wonders if you remember that friend's handwriting. Simple notes turned into obsessive confessions.

Once in a while turned into almost everyday, the more he observed you.

His obsession alone could become the subject of his own studies – but for now you are his sole interest.

And the next overtime, his first after returning to his post as the Scribe – he decides to finally close the chapter.

Has your perfume always been this sweet? That headache's been catching up to you. All that worrying and panic.. when was the last time you slept?

He opens the door to his office. You stand under the warm light, horrified. Piles of sticky notes crowd your feet. The wall barely peeks through behind you from the sticky notes. He closes the door, and a flurry of them fall from the movement. Both of you stare at each other.

“Alhaitham?”

You remember looking at the collection of sticky notes you'd received over a period of time. Is the red ink turning brown? You swore the color changed. Is it supposed to smell? You don't think you want to know.

“Congratulations. You've made it this far. Ive been waiting to talk to you in private."

Your arms go limp, dropping the stack of files onto the floor. The clock ticks silently. You should have gone home. Your bad habit of staying past closing time and evading the security seemed to have not worked in your favour this time.

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