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theuselessblueberry · 2 years

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...𝑯𝒆𝒓 ᵖᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ

*ᵍⁱᶠˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳˢ*

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞! 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲/𝐎𝐧𝐞/𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐕𝐞𝐜𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

ᴀ/ɴ: ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀʟᴏ ɪs, sʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴇᴛᴀ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴄ sʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ʟᴀʙ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀɴᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀ. ᴀʟsᴏ ʟᴇᴛs ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ..ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛs ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ!

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎: 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚃𝚠𝚘, 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

ᴛᴡ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ғɪᴄ, sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

Eddie Munson had his eyes on you since you first arrived in Hawkins after Will Byers was found in the lake, who everyone thought was dead. He soon began to try and get closer to you, and soon the two of you became the best of friends.

He found out about your abilities, but you never told him about them, he found out himself. But, not the way you'd expect.

Every time another guy would get close to you, touch, or talk to you, they'd be found dead or be missing the next day. Then, everything thing changed when he came, Billy Hargrove..

Billy always flirted with you, or..just tried to get your attention. Eddie saw this, and he was madder than hell to say the least. Soon, you and Billy began to start getting to know each other better, and soon that will turn into something else.

*!*

After the others leave, its just you, Steve, Dustin, Max, Mike, and Lucas. The kids want to help and so do you, but you all were told to stay, and mom- I mean Steve, of course said no.

The kids began to argue, and you tried to explain to them that it was dangerous, but got caught off by a car pulling in.

"Who is that?" You quickly walked to the window and pulled the small curtain to the side.

Steve and the kids came to check it out also while standing behind you.

"Shit!" Max mumbled as she saw her brothers blue Camaro.

Billy got out, a cigarette in his mouth as he leans on his car. Fearing the worst you pull Steve to the side by his arm as the kids step away from the window, not wanting to be caught by the guy who almost ran them over, same thing with Max, she knew that the worst might happen if her step brother see's her with Lucas..

"Ok, what do we do..?"

"I'll go out.., and kick his ass. Simple."

Now, now that made you roll your eyes, "You mean, he'll kick YOUR ass.." You scoffed, eyeing him up and down while crossing your arms. "I've seen what the guy does to you, Steve. He probably even won't stop with just kicking your ass."

"So, what, we just walk out there like a bunch of idiots. Think Y/n!"

You sighed, "I'll try and talk to him. If he does something...fishy, you come out and TRY to kick his ass."

Opening the front door, you walk out, closing it behind you.

"Am I dreaming, or is that you doll face.."

"Yeah, its me, don't cream your pants."

"Wow! Didn't know you have a mouth on you sweet heart."

"Cut the crap! Why are you here! Shouldn't you be on your 'date'." You mocked, making Billy growl, "I'm here for my sister, red head, annoying." He puffs out a small smoke cloud. "Sorry haven't seen her, nor know her. Now piss the fuck off before I make you."

He chuckled, then looked at the house, "Really, then who's that..." Taking his cigarette out and throwing it on the ground. You turned to were he was looking at, your eyes then widened as the kids ducked down. "Shit.."

Billy walked towards you with a smirk. He then grabs you by the wrist, and pulls you.

Steve opened the door trying to talk to him but it of course didn't work. Billy pushed Steve, telling him to "shut up" and then threw you on top of him.

The kids all looked at horror at him. He then noticed Lucas and walked quickly to the poor boy. Grabbing him by the shirt and pushing him into a cabinet while Max and the others yelled at him to stop!

You slowly get up, and look at Billy. Then Lucas kicked him back, and Billy stumbled back, groaning in pain.

"Oh your so dead, Sinclair!"

"No, you are..!"

Steve punched Billy in the nose, and he stumbled once again to the sink. Then, Billy started to laugh like a maniac, "I've been waiting for this king Steve everybodys been telling me about!" Billy grabs a plate, and smashed it into Steve's head, making Steve fall.

Thats when you had enough, you stand up, and your eyes turn yellow, along with the color around you. Putting your hands in front of you, yellow energy comes out of your hands. You blast it at him, which knocks you back. He just barley misses were the shot happened.

"The hell.." Billy mumbled, then he then along with everyone turns to you, all in pure horror.

"Oh no... Y/n!" Steve and the kids yelled.

A wooden shard is stabbed in the back of your neck. Your gasping for air as blood gushes out of neck, tears come out of your eyes as you look at Steve who got up and ran towards you. He trys to pull you out carful, but the wooden shard makes the wound bigger, and gushes out more blood.

Once out, he puts both his hands on each side of your neck.

"Y-Y/n, stay with me." Steve is on the verge of tears at just the sight of you struggling for life, "Dustin, call Hopper or Joyce! The rest of you, try to get a cloth! Go, now!!"

"Steve, i-its no use-" You say just below a whisper..

Then, you stop breathing. Billy, just looks on in pure horror and shock.

"What the hell was that...?"

Steve then got up, sending a death glare at Billy. He then starts another brawl with him, not winning.

Thats when something unspeakable happened, you darted up, a purple aura surrounded you as your neck healed, and the blood that was on you and Steve's hands was gone.., but no one seemed to notice.

Billy knocked out Steve by the time the aura disappeared, but he continued to punch him.

Max saw the same sleeping medicine that was used on Will, and stabbed her brother with it.

Then, you came up, and punched his lights out. "Fucking, piece of shit..!" You held your hand in pain from hitting his head. Max then saw Billy's keys and quickly grabs them. She then shows the others, "Let's go.." You just smirked, but the boys look at her like she's some sort of..Goddess.

"Max, start the car. Mike, Lucas, grab any weapon or something we can wear use as weapon. Dustin, help me get Steve, and get me a first aid kit.." All kids nod, and leave the to do what ever thing you told them to do.

You quickly go to Steve. His face is all bloody and bruised, and you see him move his eyes to yours, "Told you..I could beat his ass.." He smirked.

That made you chuckle. "Come on Harrington, let's get you fixed up." You picked him up, and wrapped his arm around your neck, and both of you began walking to the car.

*!*

Its been a long time since the Mind Flayer, and Hawkins Lab shutting finally shutting down. After all that, life's been good, El and you got adopted by Hopper, but you don't live with them anymore. You live in a quite big apartment with your boyfriend, who's really your soon-to-be husband, Billy.

Hopper didn't like the idea of you getting married to Billy at first, but, he saw how happy you looked and finally agreed.

You both graduated, that's when you both moved in together, and when he proposed.

But today, something would happen to your fiance, something that would almost kill you and family...

I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs, sᴏ, ɪ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ!!! Tʜɪs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ. I ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ!

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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(Pretty sure my last ask just got consumed by Tumblr)

So what do you think would happen if the player just like creates another keystone fragment or clones one of the guys personally I think it would be chaos

I honestly think it's perfectly within the Player's powers to do that if they use the mod. They have like a spawn menu and everything, so it's feasible enough.

For the keystone fragment, it's one of the main artifacts in Nevada that can give people power by being equipped, so I think it would definitely be a big deal if you just made another one on a whim. This also brings about the question of what you would do with it. According to Krinkels, the Halo only works for some people, so there's the question of if it would actually do anything if you put it on. If it doesn't, then it's still important in who you'd give it to or how you could use it to sway Nevada's balance of power. (Maybe you just give it to Sanford since you feel bad that he doesn't get an "upgrade" in the current timeline lol.) It'd probably make the whole issue of who your favorite is more precarious though, since your vessels would probably view the new halo as a reward bestowed upon the one you believe is the most deserving of god-like power. It'd make them the smallest bit more like you, so of course this had to have some type of symbolic meaning, right?

But if it does work for you, then there's a multitude of things that could happen according to what powers it gives you. In any case, it'd definitely solidify your own standing as probably the most powerful person in Nevada.

As for clones, yes, you're right, it'd be complete chaos lol. Things are already bad enough with the number of vessels you have fighting over you, so can you imagine how much worse it'd be if they had carbon copies of themselves to compete with too? Assuming that the clones have the exact same feelings towards you, of course. I'm willing to bet that they'd have arguments over which "version" of themselves you like better, and the clones always have the argument of "well if they liked you so much, then why did they feel the need to summon me? An obviously better version?" You now have twice the amount of people vying for your attention, so I hope you're good at telling them apart.

#tw: yandere #at least no one has to worry about making another halo this way lol #the clone scenario is so funny to me #hank and his clone have the entire 'faker' argument from sonic adventure #ask #just-a-grunt

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tht0nesimp · 1 year

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Yan! BBH blurb

"Baby, im not gonna ask again. Come out"

He spoke as he stood in front of your hiding spot, grabbing you before you could have even come out of your spot

"Wow, i really thought i had made some progress... too bad i guess its back to chains for you"

#yandere male #yan!#yandere bbh #yandere bad boy halo #CandiesActualFics

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superiorcodepodcast · 8 months

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#video games #mass effect #podcast #what if #rant #Halo #Portal #glados #villains #yandere #superior code #Youtube

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yanderes-galore · 3 months

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Since you haven't written for them yet... Can I request Yandere Elo Kadu Baqzo and Ndo Kadu Baqzo aka "Colony" romantic concept if it’s okay?

I'm not sure I can do romantic due to them being... worms... but I will keep it general!

"Yandere"/Overprotective! "Colony" Concept

Pairing: Ambiguous

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Possessive behavior, Murder, Stalking (?), Forced companionship (?)

If you think about it, regardless of the pairing, having Colony protective/possessive of you would be terrifying.

Their species, the Mgalekgolo, have the ability to merge with vehicles.

Not only that but the two bond brothers are capable of convincing other Lekgolo to aid them.

The creepiest part of this is the fact that their species is just worms.

Which means... I feel their intentions towards you are neither romantic or platonic.

They just feel they have to be around you and protect you.

They'd shed blood for you as a Banished Leader.

Unlike most "Hunters", Colony has a translator to give orders.

So they can communicate with you to tell you generally how they feel.

On the Ark Colony is responsible for controlling all the Lekgolo in the area.

So you technically don't have two Hunters after you... you have a hivemind of worms.

While loyal to Atriox, for this concept I imagine them attached to a fellow Banished member.

They cooperate with The Banished but have their own plans.

How they think is an enigma, which is why it's weirder for you when Colony or other Lekgolo keep clustering around you like you're some sort of worm whisperer.

While they do have translators their speech still seems robotic and unfinished.

They somewhat try to tell you they like you in some way but it still perplexes you and other members.

After all... even Atriox is intrigued that the Lekgolo hover and protect you.

Everything from the Skittering units to the towering Goliaths... since Colony controls them all they all swarm you.

If anyone gets too close a Lekgolo unit quickly comes over to punish such a notion.

In a way you could way Colony stalks as you always have some form of Lekgolo near you.

Out of all Halo yanderes, Colony is probably the worst.

Why? They have endless swarms of Lekgolo at their disposal and are probably the strongest Banished unit.

No one can come near you.

If anyone picks a fight with you they are a fool.

It isn't long before the roaring cry of Hunters echoes and they swarm.

Colony is not affectionate, it's mostly like having bodyguards.

Atriox lets them have you around since they seem oddly behaved when you're around.

You're both under good care yet imprisoned.

Colony sticks around you one way or another no matter where you go.

It's unnerving to have the two Mgalekgolo approach you so often.

Sometime they'll try to talk with you beyond orders but they can't hold longer conversations.

Again, not affectionate, but I can imagine you touching the exposed worms and them... growling? Vibrating? They seem happy.

While I can't quite pick a pairing for this they may fall under the Animal/Pet-Like category more than anything.

You have worm bodyguards that will squash anything that comes near you.

In a way they express what seems to be possessive behavior around you.

Colony themselves prefer to be around you more than anything.

So while they order other Lekgolo to be infantry and scout... they stay by you.

The entire time you're a bit on edge while the two Lekgolo stretch their "heads" towards you as the try to keep your attention.

It feels weird to touch the worms but they seem to vibrate in enjoyment from it... it's so damn weird...

Overall, I feel Colony acts more like overprotective bodyguards more than anything.

They're useful when they're on your side...

Yet with their strength and numbers... you aren't getting away easily.

#yandere halo #yandere halo colony #yandere halo wars 2 #yup... I guess I'm writing hunters now

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blanket-bug · 2 years

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Sup, I'm blanket-bug. I write fanfiction for people who like dark stuff, horror stuff, games, and more.

I am a yandere enthusiast, but I know that that's not for everyone, so I am up for writing for general romance as well.

The fandoms I write for will be tagged below and updated when I can write for a new one, and I hope you have a super good day. Byeeee 👋

#warframe #far cry #dead by daylight #outlast #slashers #resident evil #silent hill #jjba #kingdom #kingdom ashin of the north #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere smut #overwatch #halo series

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dragonofdarkness666 · 17 days

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Who said yandere's weren't real??

#yandere #halo effect #beautiful #dangerous #“i can fix her” meme

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jymwahuwu · 26 days

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@blbrrymilk in your inbox again TvT

which of the hsr men do you think are into boobjob/ paizuri?? or mostly likely to stare at/grope your chest often. i wanted to know your thoughts on this... (also reader who has a flat chest too please. i wondered who would tease you the most about your size... my mind is saying aventurine and sampo 😭)

sorry, it took me so many days to answer!! this is very enlightening and I have been thinking about how the men in HSR would react😩😚😽💖

-cw: dub-con, yandere tendencies, nipple clamps, boobjob

They love it so much: Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Argenti, Sampo

Like but not particularly keen on: Blade, Dan Heng, Dan Feng

He claims not to know what it is while stimulating you to orgasm: Luocha, Sunday

Consider this silly stuff: Dr. Ratio

They love it so much:

Jing Yuan:

General likes your boobs and tits. No matter what size that is <3 If you have busty/medium boobs, be prepared to be rubbed by boobs for a long time. If you have flat/small boobs, expect to have your boobs licked so that they glisten with water. He looks forward to the day when your buds swell and your milk leaks… (I have written a more detailed version before)

Aventurine:

Exactly. If you have small breasts, he will definitely laugh at you first. Staring at your flat breasts with a mean look. Use his thumb to circle the areola and squeeze. But the look that turned into affection gave him away. He kisses your nipples. If you have large/medium boobs there is a milking machine for you and try boobjobs.

No matter what your breast size is, he has some custom nipple clamps in colors and patterns for you. Aventurine is not cruel, the nipple clamps are very loose and only slightly painful when clamped on your breasts. You whimpered and bounced on top of him, the nipple clamps on your breasts swaying. What a beautiful scenery.

Argenti:

There is no doubt that this knight adores your breasts, no matter the size. He looks at your breasts carefully and plays with them, and invariably ends with a boobjob. Because who can resist worshiping such beauty as you? Lots of compliments and squirting sounds. Cock inserted when you're shy.

Sampo:

Take off your clothes. You pumped your fist as Sampo laughed at your small size. He quickly blocked your punch and claimed that he just liked it so much… No matter what your size, he would give you a customized gift, a cute bra!

He is very patient, and the hair lying on your chest is itching and shaking for a long time. Orgasm after orgasm was pulled out of you, and when your mind was blurred by the orgasm, he held you tightly and penetrated you firmly, rubbing your breasts.

Like but not particularly keen on:

Blade:

Your bra was mostly destroyed into his hands. When he pulls your bra, it rips. It's really too much!! Blade usually prefers to penetrate you roughly rather than rub your nipples, but sometimes he might do that.

Dan Heng, Dan Feng:

These two dragons don't like these fancy things. They just squeeze your breasts without wanting a boobsjob. Why do they do this? You should be doing this to nurse the baby dragons.

He claims not to know what it is while stimulating you to orgasm:

Luocha:

The foreign trader considered and read the explanation. Luocha claimed he didn't know this as he cupped your breasts and rubbed and squeezed them mercilessly, keeping an innocent look on his face as you gasped and climaxed.

Sunday:

"What is that?"

Sunday's lips raised. The halo behind him became softer, and the feathers behind his ears were swaying. He requires you and serves Him. This is a type of dedication. You have to push your breasts and rub his cock...and at the critical moment, he'll dig his fingers into your wet walls and pound away.

Consider this silly stuff:

Dr. Ratio:

Ratio pinches, pokes and rubs your breasts while explaining the principles of orgasm and breast stimulation. It was a rational, calm tone. He scoffs and sighs as you twitch uncontrollably.

#yandere honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #sunday x reader #blade x reader #aventurine x reader #dr ratio x reader #argenti x reader #sampo x reader #dan heng x reader #dan feng x reader #luocha x reader

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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I read your yandere dilf post just before going to sleep and had a very interesting dream as a result: yandere Wild West Outlaw!

He takes you hostage to keep the rangers from going after him after a robbery. You’re tied up in front of him on his horse and after riding away from town for a long time he doesn’t set you down somewhere like you expected but takes you with him into his hideout.

Bonus: he‘s (basically) masked > bandana covering half his face and the rim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes

Yandere Wild West Outlaw! Headcanons

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Proximity, Slow Burn, Stockholm Syndrome, Masked Outlaw ;), Petnames, Killing, Mentions of Robbery, Non-Consensual Voyeurism/Surveillance, Description of Injury & Blood, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’, etc.

A/N: Anon, I am in love with this concept !

♡ Yandere Outlaw whose body encompasses yours, his chest to your back and his arms caging you as he grips the horse’s reigns, his breathing steady as if he hadn’t just committed a multitude of crimes. Then again, considering how proficient he was at wiping the inn clean of all its savings and tying you up on his horse before the rangers could even arrive, you suspected this was not the first time he’d done this. Nor would it be the last.

♡ Yandere Outlaw says very little after he abducted you, his last words being sharp commands, laden with a calmness you would never have expected from a man holding an entire building hostage.

♡ And, in your terror, you said nothing to him, your back to his front as he rode to nowhere discernible, the civilised, populated terrain of your home town having melted away hours ago.

♡ No, the Outlaw gave nothing away. Even after days of being forced to travel with him to what you could only pray would be a town – somewhere for him to dispose of you before taking to the canyons again – he said nothing.

♡ He’d offer you food, and, after the first 24 hours of starving yourself out of sheer distrust – or principle, as you wanted to see it – you succumbed to your famine.

♡ Yandere Outlaw would feed it to you before disappearing behind whatever cover lay nearby – oftentimes his horse – and eat.

♡ Whatever lay beneath his bandana was a mystery to you. And it only took you trying to see what he looked like once to see that your endeavour was a hopeless one.

♡ You’d strained and leaned past the point of no return, falling onto your side.

♡ And Outlaw came back into view, adjusting his bandana back over his nose, the shadow cast over his eyes by his hat much like that descending over the valley you now inhabited.

♡ Your heart stammered as he grew closer, the spurs of his boots the land equivalent to the fin of a shark as Outlaw came to a stop before you.

♡ He got to one knee, so quietly that you could see why nobody ever saw him coming, and, brushing a lock of hair from your face with a gloved hand, chuckled.

♡ Low and rumbling, like an earthquake. Or one of God’s many natural disasters. A gruff, brief thing as ephemeral as life itself.

♡ “Don’t get yourself all scuffed up now, Darlin’,” he says. His hand trails from just behind your ear, tracing your jaw, the tendons in your neck, stopping just short of where your shirt hangs above your collar bones.

♡ You think that you hear him hiss. So sibilant and soft you’re unsure whether you perhaps imagined it and rather heard the conversation of pit vipers laying just below the hard sand beneath your ear.

♡ Outlaw’s head tilts, his face no clearer to you now as it was days ago, especially now with the setting sun casting a misplaced halo about his hat-clad head, his front shadowed. Two sides, one a light facade, the other his true nature.

♡ “You’re no good to me broken.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw whose only elaboration of that cryptic sentiment comes in the form of another day’s travel, during which you remained firmly bound – and gagged at one juncture when you made the mistake of crying for help when you spotted a lone merchant out on the open road.

♡ Yandere Outlaw neutralised that channel of freedom for you very quickly with a crack of a bullet, leaving you glassy-eyed and breathless as he ransacked the merchant’s travel cabin, taking all manner of valuables.

♡ “Why, thank you, Darlin’,” he says, his gloved hand coming to rest on your knee, clapping down on you and making you jump – shriek. And he squeezes with all the familiarity of someone who’s done this before.

♡ “Wouldn’t’a found this here haul if you hadn’t tried to scream your pretty little head off.”

♡ Yandere outlaw knows that’s isn’t quite true; he’s an excellent tracker, and an even better marksman. He’d have found this travelling man on his own eventually; the outcome would have been identical. But you didn’t need to know that.

♡ The gag was practically useless after that, for your desire to keep others from the same fate as the travelling salesman had you quiet as a mouse.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can sense how rigid you are – less so than you were when he’d first taken you, but you still felt…different. You were loose in the way that submission often made people slaves to fatigue, to their fate. And he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d succumbed to yours so soon, especially when, as you finally drifted off to sleep after a day and a half without it, you leaned into his chest, head to his shoulder.

♡ Unwillingly, of course. Your exhaustion weighed you down, lead. You had no control over your unconscious body, regardless of how repulsive you found the pillow you were leaning on.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can’t help but let his gaze drift from the open canyon ahead, gradually giving way to caves and rocky rivers, to your face. You were tranquil in sleep, brew no longer knotted in worry, or fear. Just…sleep.

♡ Yandere Outlaw could feel his hands twitching, the urge to touch you creeping up behind him the longer he stared at your vulnerable form.

♡ Yandere outlaw who, for a second, and a second only, let his hand slip from the reigns and slither, slowly, to your knee, up the expanse of your clothed thigh.

♡ Yandere Outlaw’s heart who, for the first time in a long time, beats at a humming bird’s pace when you shift in your slumber, making him withdraw.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, watching, waiting for you to settle back into sleep, kept his hands from you the rest of the night. Though temptation beckons him to do otherwise.

♡ Yandere Outlaw shifted behind you, waking you. Only when you were torn from a dream of being anywhere but here did you realise the horse had come to a stop, an unfamiliar breeze settling over you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, unsaddling you from the horse, carries you like a bride in his arms, kicking open the door to an abode you didn’t even know was there.

♡ Yandere Outlaw sets you down beside a pole, tying you to it. Tightly.

♡ “Welcome home, Dollface,” he says, hands settling on his belt as he watches your eyes jump from one corner to another, taking in these new surroundings, these new circumstances.

♡ Of course, you don’t accept the conditions Outlaw has roped you into. Not without a fight.

♡ Yandere Outlaw, as a result, had to keep his eye on you when you initially began your residence with him.

♡ For the first couple of weeks, he’d take you to the waterfall to bathe every other day; would watch you as you did so. At first, bashful and uncomfortable, you’d asked him to turn around as you stood exposed. To which the Outlaw just laughed. “Ain’t much worth lookin’ at,” he’d reassured you.

♡ Yandere outlaw who tells you exactly how the day’s going to go.

♡ “You’re gonna cook whatever I bring back. Y’understand ?”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who initially only lets you chop up vegetables and bread, withholding the excuse to use a sharp knife from you by intentionally not collecting any meat.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, before taking even a bite of the meal you prepare, makes you taste it first. “I know you little crafty types; poison enough in your veins to kill a horse.”

♡ Translation: “You’re having this first to make sure it’s not going to kill me.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, after that initial hurdle, though he won’t admit it, feels his tongue practically bursting with flavour when he tastes your soup for the first time. Though, he keeps it under wraps, his form hidden behind a wall, his bandana pulled down.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, with little alternative to offer you, makes you sleep in his bed.

♡ “Either that, or you’re sleepin’ outside.”

♡ He still wears the bandana btw, and wears a sleep mask over his eyes.

♡ He doesn’t touch you. Not in intentional ways, it would seem.

♡ Not at first.

♡ A light brush of the hand here and there.

♡ Sure, the urge to bask in the aura of the most beautiful person he’s ever seen is pretty overwhelming for the Outlaw. Especially since he doesn’t understand why he feels this way, never having felt it for anyone else before.

♡ Sure, he’s taken others, some much more enthusiastic than others (you don’t get to his level of notoriety without attracting a few hundred fans).

♡ So, when you’re asleep, an arm and a leg bound to the bedpost, he watches you.

♡ He tells himself it’s for his own safety, to make sure you’re not going to reach for a weapon and gut him like a pig.

♡ But when he sees your gentle face, he knows you’re incapable of that

♡ He likes to think that you’re incapable of anything without him around. Makes him feel bigger, stronger.

♡ So why exactly was he still looking upon you into the late hours of the night ?

♡ Over time, his resolve begins to crack.

♡ Especially with every aspect of your partnership accounted for.

♡ The baths, the bed sharing, the homemade cooking – it’s just all so…

♡ Domestic.

♡ But, that doesn’t make Outlaw trust you any more than the day he first took you. Not yet, at least.

♡ Despite his confidence in his own ability to keep you here, he knows the indomitable human spirit is strong enough to break through every precaution. And, just in case you do manage to escape, he’s making sure you can’t pick him out of a lineup if you make it to law enforcement – if the vultures don’t pick you off first.

♡ Yandere Outlaw makes you cook every night, under the guise of you “Needin’ your strength to straighten this place out.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who appoints you as his head housekeeper, making it your sole responsibility to be the “homemaker” of the two of you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who feels strange when he sees you with one of his shirts tied about your waist – a makeshift apron – who doesn’t even recognise this feeling as domesticity. Warmth. That feeling of security having been deprived of him all his life.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who wonders what you’d look like wearing one of his shirts.

♡ And something in his brain chemistry changes.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, during your river baths, knocks your clothes into the stream when you’re not looking, offering you his shirt when you’re ready to come out.

♡ “Y’really should be careful,” he tells you, swallowing thickly as the neckline of his shirt dips below your collarbones, drowning you. He looks away, not trusting that the feeling coiling in his lower half won’t spring out at any moment. “Men might take advantage of a pretty lil’ thing like you. Especially when you’re so…” A shiver shoots up his spine. “Vulnerable.”

♡ Your clothes seem to disappear not long after that, leaving you only with whatever consisted of the Outlaw’s wardrobe.

♡ You notice that he seems to disappear at odd hours of the day, leaving you to your chores while he does something.

♡ Little do you know that the something he is doing is a secret he’ll take to his grave.

♡ The sight of you in his shirts, of you in the river, is too much for him.

♡ He takes to hiding out in a densely vegetated patch of land behind the cabin to…relieve himself of his thoughts of you. Thoughts he’s used to sustaining for perhaps a second or two when it came to his prior conquests. Thoughts that, now, a month into your capture, extend long into his nights and speckle his logic when he’s on a mission.

♡ It’s dangerous, he knows; to have his mind elsewhere while he risks his life for the loot he so desires. But he can’t deny that they make him feel human. Normal.

♡ Despite how un-normal this entire situation is.

♡ It takes every ounce of his restraint not to just tie you down and take you while you sleep beside him, make you scream and cry for him as he empties his frustration and, dare he say, lust, into you.

♡ But, he doesn’t want to scare you off.

♡ Doesn’t want to see your eyes light up in fear whenever he enters the room.

♡ He wants something else.

♡ Something that he doesn’t have a word for.

♡ It’s only when he happens across a conversation with you, asking you if you had “A lover boy back home,” that he found the word he was looking for.

♡ You wince at the question, the memory of your life away from this situation salt in an unhealed wound.

♡ “No,” you tell him, your honesty a virtue. “Haven’t been in a relationship yet.”

♡ Relationship.

♡ It felt right to the Outlaw when he heard it; especially coming from you.

♡ It sticks with him the rest of the day, and while you’re cooking dinner, washing the Outlaw’s clothes, dusting the sparse furniture, he’s got one thing on his mind.

♡ How to get you into a relationship with him.

♡ He’s completely unequipped to deal with someone on such an intimate level, so he uses all his knowledge he’s gathered while seducing and bedding others to piece together a game plan.

♡ First, he needs to know what you like. He remembers from that one time a woman hit him with her shoe when he forgot her name ten minutes after meeting her.

♡ So, he starts hanging around you (much) more often, making you sit down and tell him about yourself.

♡ As he makes you spend time in his company, he comes to learn of the fanciful little things you enjoy.

♡ At first, the details are dry and few and far between, with you giving very little about yourself away.

♡ But, as his persistence drags into days, you eventually just start telling him whatever he asks, so long as it’s not too personal.

♡ Or painful.

♡ Whenever the outlaw can see you're starting to become upset, being reminded of your circumstances, he eases up on the personal questions and just asks superficial ones.

♡ “How’re ya feeling today ?” “D’ya eat well this mornin’ ?” “D’ya need me to dust a shelf down or something’ ?”

♡ His miniscule acts of selflessness are extensions of his effort to make you at least not hate him. Though you didn’t know this. His thought process was still an enigma to you.

♡ He also stalks you in his own home.

♡ Listens to you sing while you complete your tasks, your voice the softest thing he’s heard since…well, ever.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, when he embarks on a hunt, never tells you where or when, and never even the how.

♡ The only clue you’ll ever be given as to his nigh-weekly excursions are trinkets he brings with him. Ones which you thought he’d pawn elsewhere in the county at a later date, or bury in the canyon somewhere.

♡ Until he offers them to you.

♡ At first, you’re not sure what to make of these…gifts ?

The first time he gave you one, he said nothing, only watching you.

♡ You swore you could see his shoulders heaving beneath his jacket, something almost feral in his demeanour. Pressurising.

♡ And, with the possibility of what could happen to you should you decline these acts of…generosity…You just take them, uttering a quiet “Thank you,” before putting them in a kitchen cabinet, unsure of the intent behind them.

♡ The first few times this happened, you were befuddled.

♡ Yet, with how gently the Outlaw placed them in your hands, with how intense his gaze was, even though you couldn’t see it beneath the permanent shadow across his brow, you could feel it.

♡ It was only one evening when the Outlaw returned with yet more loot that the meaning behind the trinkets became apparent.

♡ His hand disappears into the inside pocket of his jacket, and he withdraws a small box; rounded and bejewelled like an idol. He comes to stand before you, and, shoulders pinned abc and rigid, you swallow. Thickly.

♡ He looks down at the box, and,his finger dragging along the edge, slowly, he relinquishes it to you.

♡ And, by pure force of habit, you accept.

♡ You turn the box gingerly between your fingers, the dim candlelight from within the cabin just barely warding off the black of the night, setting the precious stones welded within the metal alight.

♡ “Well,” the Outlaw says, making you jump. You look up at him, eyes wide.

♡ “Open it.”

♡ He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

♡ Swallowing again, your gaze skitters back to the box.

♡ And, with bated breath, you lift the lid.

♡ A delicate, silver melody slithers from the portal you’ve opened, a serpentine tune wrapping around your mind, vivid, beloved memories riding on its feathered wings.

♡ Your favourite song.

♡ For a moment, one sweet, fragile moment, you’re not here.

♡ You’re back at home, in a warm bed that is yours and yours alone, surrounded by the people who matter most to you, any celebration mankind can conjure not even a whisper of the joy you feel in this scene.

♡ And then, as the wind blows autumn leaves from the human mind, the memory is gone, taken away by reality realising it has neglected you.

♡ You’re looking into nothing now, the apparition of your past slipping from you, your eyes wavered and muffled with…

♡ Tears.

♡ In your periphery, just outside the realm of reality you’re returning to, the Outlaw’s drilling gaze drops from you to the floor ina rare show of anticipation. A hand comes to the back of his neck, where he squeezes the skin. A stress ball.

♡ “Do you…” he begins, “Do ya like it ?”

♡ Your stare inches from the void up to the outlaw’s hidden face.

♡ Perhaps if he had a discernible human feature, you could sense anticipation there. But as it stood, this was no man, but a phantom.

♡ One which must have heard and remembered that tune you often sang while completing chores.

♡ You couldn’t take it.

♡ To have him acknowledge the memory – to make it more real – nailed your coffin shut.

♡ And you broke down.

♡ When you crumpled into a pile, the Outlaw took a step back, one hand reaching for his holster; a knee-jerk reaction.

♡ And what little solace he could offer came in a most inconspicuous display.

♡ The Outlaw got to one knee, now at your level.

♡ And, with a careful hand, he placed a gloved finger upon your shoulder. Then another. Then another.

♡ Spidery and unfamiliar, foreign, the Outlaw’s actions were jerky, janky, an unoiled machine. But he was trying.

♡ When his hand lay against the curve of your shoulder, you did not move. Did not shunt him off or scream at him to let go.

♡ You remained where you were, weeping into your shirt apron.

♡ And the Outlaw, with a fiery grip encircling his heart, feeling brewing in his centre, stronger than all those implicatures and desires. This was solid, unlike the quicksand foundations upon which the Outlaw’s every emotion was built upon.

♡ Was this…

♡ Empathy ?

♡ His grip on your shoulder tightened, the revelation swarming through him like locusts.

♡ He swallowed. Tried thinking through the orchestra in his mind.

♡ “S’okay,” he said. To you, and to himself. His fingers moved gently, your skin and muscle warm through the leather of his gloves. “You’re okay.”

♡ Things changed after that.

♡ He no longer forced you to sleep in the same bed as him, instead bringing back with him a fine silk cover from one of his trips, gifting it to you.

♡ Yet, you still chose to sleep in the same bed as him.

♡ “It’ll be getting cold soon,” you said. “WIth winter coming, and all.”

♡ And, while this new feeling, raw and fresh, was…nice compared to the emptiness that often lingered in his chest, the Outlaw couldn’t help but feel weakened by this influx of emotion.

♡ When he tried to have his alone time with his thoughts of you, he felt…wrong.

♡ Ashamed.

–

♡ You were used to him disappearing for days at a time. Hell, you'd come to expect it at this point in your captivity.

♡ But something about tonight felt...off.

♡ Not that you'd ever admit it, even to yourself, but with the amount of time you'd spent together these last few months, you no longer hated being in his company.

♡ In fact, on the days he would be gone from the early hours of the morn to the late hours of the evening, you could even say you...missed it.

♡ And, unfortunately, despite your every instinct swaying you otherwise, you find that to be the case now.

♡ But, more than that, you're concerned. Something you'd never thought you'd feel for a murderer, a thief. Your kidnapper.

♡ And your pacing, your lip-chewing, your nail-biting are all proven justified when the Outlaw slams against the front door, stumbling through.

♡ At first, you just watch, ready to yell, to ask where he's been the last few days, until you see it.

♡ A bloodied handprint on the door.

♡ He staggers in, swaying on uneven footing, his breathing stifled,as if through a thin straw. He wheezes, collapsing into the doorframe beside him.

♡ And you rush to him. As if he wasn't the one who put you here to begin with. As if whatever's bringing him to his knees now wasn't justified, provoked.

♡ But you don't think of any of that, your mind filled only with the fact that nobody knows you're out here. Without guidance, you'd be dead before you reached the edge of the canyon encompassing your hiding place.

♡ You needed him alive.

♡ After wrestling him onto his bed, almost buckling beneath his weight, you found the source of his downfall.

♡ A wound; bullet-bitten and bleeding, a rouge flower burgeoning with the promise of extinction.

♡ You tried getting him to talk, to tell you what to do. But his voice was barely a whisper, instead using what little seeping strength that remained to point to a cabinet.

♡ Inside, you found what you knew would be needed to heal him. Whether it – you – could save him, though, was another story.

♡ You tried taking his bandana off to see if he was hurt elsewhere, but to no avail. Despite the life draining from his body, he somehow found it in himself to stop you, to place a gloved, trembling hand atop yours, an imploring aura to the gesture.

♡ Don't.

♡ And, for the first time, beneath the dim light of the cabin, you could see something human on him.

♡ It existed only in the form of a shimmer beneath the shadow of his hat, his face still very much obscured, yet the emotions on it were not.

♡ You recognised this emotion, for you'd worn it yourself, both inwardly and out, for the last three months.

♡ Fear.

♡ In its purest and most carnal form.

♡ And a voice, strained with either agony or disuse.

♡ “Help me.”

♡ Throughout the night, you tended to Outlaw's wound. A maw-like, gaping thing it was, spouting blood as one would bucket water out of a sinking boat.

♡ Luckily, you didn't have to worry about shrapnel; the bullet went clean through outlaw's side, leeaving only the aftermath and not the instigator. You managed to stop the bleeding, use the stitching on Outlaw's shirt (which was basically yours now) to sew the wound closed.

♡ For the first time, Outlaw was uncharacteristically human.

♡ Sure, you'd seen the scars on his back when he bathed, the many brushes with death he'd encountered, some advancing into a dance, much like this night's escapade had been.

♡ But you knew, somewhere, somehow, that without another pair of hands here, Outlaw likely wouldn't have pulled through.

♡ Not this time.

♡ And now, here you sat, at Outlaw's beck and call, his bedside your new home.

♡ You watched over him, the cabin silent, the night just as quiet. Even the crickets seemed to chirp quieter, either out of fear or respect for the almost dearly departed.

♡ And, looking up from the massacre on the bed, your gaze swept the room. And you realise something.

♡ The front door, which neither you, nor Outlaw locked, is unguarded.

♡ Yandere outlaw is riddled with sleep, his agony having stripped him of his energy and his strength.

♡ So...why hadn't you tried to escape yet ?

♡ Looking over at Outlaw, sound asleep, you realised just how easy it would be to walk out that door.

♡ Sure, you might get lost. Might die of hypothermia during the freezing hours of a dessert night, but with enough layers, food and water, you saw no reason as to why you couldn't just leave right now.

♡ After all, it wasn't like you'd be killing Outlaw if you left. Sure he might die of infection, or blood loss if his stitches come undone. But you'd at least tried to help him. So your conscience wasn't going to be the issue.

♡ So what was stopping you ?

♡ Looking back at the Outlaw, you felt strange.

♡ The urge to protect him, to care for him, outweighed even your greatest notion of escape, which explained why the thought to do so hadn't hit you until just now.

♡ You bit your lip, looking between Outlaw and the door.

♡ Both options were tantilisingly easy to pursue, and yet only one would be available to you, the other perishing if you ignored it.

♡ Maybe hours passed. Maybe it was mere minutes.

♡ But watching the Outlaw sleep, at his most vulnerable, with his pleading “Help me,” rattling around in your mind, the choice already seemed to be made for you. You just didn't want to tell yourself exactly why.

♡ So...you stayed.

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"If the pedestal is beautiful, then the statue must be even more beautiful." (Yandere!Zhongli/reader)

a/n: I do not regret this one bit. while i do feel bad abt yaoyao's suffering, at least i wrote something unhinged again + it aint a zhongli fic without me referencing proverbs lMAO--

unreliable synopsis: “(Y/n) must be a really important person if Rex Lapis made them a statue, right?”

Yaoyao found a realistic statue inside Mt. Hulao.

As she was exploring the area with Qiqi to find herbs, Yaoyao discovered a secret domain that was only accessible to children her size and smaller creatures like Yuegui. It was horribly muddy and extremely narrow. She wouldn't go there on purpose if she hadn't fallen inside after exhausting herself trying to climb a hill just for a stem of violetgrass.

She anticipated a dense mixture of dust and fog inside the cave, with layers of spiderweb adornments, but it was unexpectedly unscathed with the typical filth that embellishes a place over time. The table was piled high with multiple apparatuses that she was unable to identify, but its aesthetics screamed that it was an adeptus' prideful handiwork. Despite not being refused entry as most adeptal abode should do, she came to an unspoken conclusion that this must have been an adeptus' place, and her curiosity grew by the minute when she noticed a life-sized statue sitting in the middle of it all.

Yaoyao was unable to take her eyes off it as a halo of soft yet lurid orange light enveloped it. The statue wore a brown hanfu that was encrusted with citrine jewels fashioned into dragons and the Geo element's symbol. Their clothes looked ruffled on areas near the waist and thighs as though it was frequently hugged and touched around those parts. But what Yaoyao couldn’t forget the most was their black earring with a white tassel that hung on their right ear. She can't recall who she saw wearing that earring when she first saw it, but she had certainly seen it before.

Admittedly, the statue was nearly perfect if it weren’t for the fracture the child had caused upon bumping into it. Yaoyao would have mistaken it for a real person and apologized if it weren't for the diaphanous and stony texture it possessed.

Still, the farrago between real and fake stirred around the lost child’s head as if it was a major dilemma. She swears she had seen that earring somewhere and that chipping its pointer finger off the statue was an inexcusable and grave mistake. Was this statue designed after someone in history or a character from those fictional tales Master loved to talk about? Yaoyao couldn’t decide which is a likelier story, but she certainly didn’t want it to be the former.

In addition, what made it eerier was the anticipation of calamity on their face. It’s a look not at all visible. The majority would undoubtedly dismiss Yaoyao's perspective and assert that the monument exuded a stoic aura. But if such were the case, why does she see the look of a rabbit about to flee in their eyes? The statue’s face exhibited a great firmness that declared that it wasn't as it appeared on the outside.

The statue looked like it was fearing for Yaoyao’s life after what she had done.

To avoid amplifying her trepidation, the young girl focused her attention elsewhere. Near the statue laid a red baize-covered table full of tapestries and books Yaoyao could only reach by tip-toeing and underneath it was stacked with clothes, herbs, vulneraries, and letters without indications of the sender or addressee’s name. If so many offerings were being made, then someone really cared about whoever this statue stood for. A commendable devotion considering how the last letter was only dated about two days ago.

Whoever this statue was and whoever maintained this shrine must’ve mortified a penchant for humorous literature and scientific breakthroughs. It would've been a strange combination if it weren’t for how everything was aesthetically arranged. It was obvious that the domain was kept immaculate out of love and adoration. Under the watchful gaze of this statue, philosophy and science had united into one entity, and Yaoyao was positively enthralled.

However, it was a seasonable night and due to the touch of Nyctophobia children inevitably have, Yaoyao couldn’t tell the murky difference between excitement and fear as she quickly stumbled out of the cave.

When Yaoyao came back the following week after a busy lantern rite, the domain’s opening vanished. She brought Qiqi along and attempted to show her in quailing distress that asked for confirmation that should’ve been a hole in that wall— but Yaoyao was only met with the zombie’s catchphrase of: “I’m sorry. I forgot.”

There was no reinvasion of the cave's darkness. Not a single hump was left to indicate that something was concealed behind it.

And that led to Yaoyao hunting a certain “illuminated bird” down.

——————

“Aunty! Aunty!”

“Must you grate One's ears with your incessant shouting, child?”

The bird continued to coast on its two legs while Yaoyao halted in her tracks, gasping for air. Although Yaoyao found it excruciating to attempt to keep up with the adeptus' quick treks in the mountains, it was obvious to any outside viewers that the crane was being merciful with her slow and tiny steps.

“P-Please stop aunty! I-I just want to ask a few questions!”

Cloud Retainer sighed and did as commanded.

After letting her describe the location and what she had seen inside it, Cloud Retainer nodded in the affirmation that what Yaoyao experienced truly happened. Yaoyao felt triumphant when the adeptus did not dismiss her babbling as some silly delusion, but she was unable to completely express it when she noticed a glimpse of sadness in her eyes.

“Of course it was real. One knows that location quite well, but One was never permitted to enter. That statue you spoke of would be none other than Rex Lapis’ depiction of (Y/n), the Wayward Pharmacist.”

(Y/n)?

Softly, the adeptus continued, “oh, (Y/n)… One remembers them rather fondly.”

Cloud Retainer did not raise her chin or adopt her customary condescending tone. Instead, her message matched her voice. Yaoyao was not the least bit confused by this sudden shift in demeanor.

They both know that name.

After all, (Y/n) (L/n) was Streetward Rambler’s first human disciple.

Yaoyao never inquires about (Y/n) with her master. All of Madame Ping's disciples were aware that they shouldn't broach the matter. Grief swarmed against Streetward Rambler so frequently that she bathed herself with distractions to wash away the acuteness of such regrets. She had done the most of what she could to relieve certain difficulties she had over the years, including mastering inventions and raising mortal children. While the majority of these were in her favor, the final diversion was less successful.

How can it not be painful when Streetward Rambler always sees (Y/n)’s old cheerful and ambivert nature in Xiangling and Yaoyao's eyes?

This was a rare chance to learn more about (Y/n) than just the faceless figure that her Master frequently likens her to. Madame Ping only ever briefly narrated (Y/n)’s deeds. Yaoyao relied heavily on individuals around her for her adepti history knowledge because she wasn't book-learned enough. Hence, inflicting a sense of confidence that she did not fully possess, the child continued to inquire.

“What were they like, Aunty?”

“You must understand how broad that question is.”

“Oh, r-right. Sorry!” Yaoyao sheepishly laughed. “I wanted to ask what was their personality like. Did they have friends? Or, well, what did they do?”

“(Y/n) was…” Cloud Retainer chuckled. Yaoyao couldn’t see a smile, but she heard it from her laughter. “—an obnoxious human.”

“E-Eh?!…” Yaoyao trembled. “S-Should I be worried that Master always compares me to (Y/n), aunty?”

“What nonsense— of course not. Take such compliment with high honor!” The bird towered her gaze above Yaoyao, clearly offended. Effectively, it seemed as if Yaoyao’s needless worries kindled afresh the snobbish Cloud Retainer everyone knew of. “There are only a few humans One regard as almost equals. Their obnoxiousness is what makes them wholly endearing and wholly human. If there was one true flaw One would nitpick out of all their traits, it would be their inherent obsession with longevity.”

Cloud Retainer shook her head. “Rex Lapis often debated with them over this, but (Y/n) was a stubborn mortal. Many occasions led to them being confined in a miniature domain that he keeps in his pockets. We did not agree with their dreams of becoming immortal. But other than that? (Y/n) was a humble loyalist.”

Yaoyao was inclined to believe that she was right because there were a few biological research sprinkled across the statue's domain. She had even read portions concerning Inazuman beliefs regarding stress and "ikegai" which might be related to a human's lifespan.

“Rex Lapis liked them despite arguing with him a lot?”

“Why, if you were there, you would see how adorable they were whenever they deluded themselves they could win a debate against an Archon,” the bird quipped humorously.

"Immortality had always been (Y/n)'s goal. One often told them to not be afraid of death or die worthlessly, but they never listened. They even tried to curse themselves to accomplish this, and astonishingly, they almost succeeded if it weren't for the Conquerer of Demons' unsleeping vigilance while acting on Rex Lapis' orders. The Archon always has an affectionate expression on his face when they pout over his interferences. One would have jokingly said that her friend is in love with a mortal if One didn't know any better."

“Wow…” Yaoyao covered her mouth with her tiny hands in awe. Neither of them seemed to realize that something was incredibly off about that ‘fun tidbit’. “(Y/n) must be smart if they constantly got Rex Lapis’ protection!”

“Indeed they were— were you doubting One’s abilities?! Had One not said they were close to One’s competency?”

“Ah, right.”

“They were an obnoxiously hard-working individual. Grinding their bones in hopes to grant impediments as a rival to Guizhong and I’s intellectual plays. (Y/n) lived a short life filled with effort and virtue, it is to no one’s surprise that Rex Lapis had conceived a great liking towards them,” she mused.

“Rex Lapis nearly caved and made them immortal at one point. However, he changed his mind after finding out (Y/n) had a human lover…” Cloud Retainer closed her eyes. “Perhaps that was an act of mercy. An Archon’s goodwill so that they wouldn’t have to suffer the fate of grieving for their beloved for all eternity.”

If only she knew the truth.

“They must be really important if they got a statue,” Yaoyao tilted her head, emanating a soft chime from her bell accessory. “Master only said that they were very kind and that they had a lover with green hair, and—”

“And?”

The adeptus was interested to learn what her old acquaintance talked about (Y/n). Did the grandmother compliment them on how cute they were? How, in essence, they were one of her greatest sources of delight and pride? Before Streetward Rambler took up the name “Madame Ping”, these were the typical musings she had over tea with both her and Guizhong. In a sense, Cloud Retainer merely pressed the question because she missed these times—

“And that they had a nice big family around Qingce Village! Two sons, one daughter!”

Cloud Retainer made a choking sound.

Impossible.

“Family?! Goodness gracious, it seemed Streetward Rambler has turned into quite a fabulist over time,” Cloud Retainer shook her head. “No, (Y/n) (L/n) unfortunately did not produce such a legacy.”

Legacy?

“I’m so sorry, I don’t get it, aunty. What do you mean?”

“They did not leave a child for me— for us to look after.”

Cloud Retainer cringed at her uncontrollably bitter tone. There was a point in her life where she cursed (Y/n) for this. Death was not something they can control— yes— but she used to be an ignorant fool who did not respect (Y/n)’s decision to never have children. Perhaps, in a way, this was because she wanted to see a new generation of like-minded people like them, but she will never forget the uneasy looks they gave her whenever she launched into one of her rants.

They may have been Streetward’s disciple but to Cloud? She was like their true mother. Much like most mothers of the old generation, she selfishly wished they left behind even a non-blood related grandchild for her to rear after (Y/n)’s name.

“They… have gone missing. They did not die with a family of their own— we did not even find their corpse. One does not know why Streetward Rambler would tell you that.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry. I didn’t know... It must’ve been a sad loss for the adepti and everyone else.”

Cloud Retainer only looked away.

“There was no pecuniary loss for us when it had happened, sure,” she said. “But yes, it was indeed a sad time for the adepti to lose both Guizhong and (Y/n) at the same time. There could’ve been a new province of knowledge and ventures— these virtues of arts were never grasped because death had stolen their privilege of penning down their strange yet wonderful conjectures.”

“Time and time again, they had failed to accentuate any alterations in their mortal structure,” she continued. “While others sought out their writings regarding their enlightened art pieces, few looked for their progress on human mortality. One only remembers a singular human who came to find (Y/n)’s transcendental medicines. One believes his name was Baizhu. If One’s explanations were inadequate, perhaps you must seek him instead.”

Yaoyao perked up. Well, that’s lucky. She was just about to head to Bubu Pharmacy to look for the pharmacist later.

“Ah, there you are, Yaoyao!!!”

Out of the blue, Ganyu and a face unfamiliar to the adeptus disrupted the scene. This human had indigo braids wrapped up in a tight bow for hair and amber eyes. Had it not been for Ganyu and a cute little bear clumsily climbing the stairs behind her, Cloud would’ve left immediately.

“Marchosius, it has been a long time...”

“♪~?”

“Woah… Is that Cloud Retainer, Ganyu?” The unfamiliar human gawked.

“That is that. One will no longer entertain questions. One shall take their leave at once.” The adeptus did not waste another moment upon noticing Xiangling’s curious gaze. However, Cloud did give Marchosius a look of respect before taking flight.

The little girl frowned.

“Yaoyao?”

“Oh, sorry,” Yaoyao smiled forcefully. “I just remembered I didn’t get to ask her the most important question.”

“Hmm? What question were you going to get an adeptus’ advice for?” Ganyu placed a hand on her chest. “Perhaps I could help? I may not know all the answers, but I do have some connections.”

“I’m just curious…”

Yuguei jumped off the basket as Yaoyao hastily removed it from behind her. The smaller adepti treasure leaped over her head and peered attentively over as if to assist her in locating the object she was seeking. When she did grasp it, she did not do so carefully. Instead, she held it out like a young child showing off a crayon during show & tell.

Ganyu and Xiangling’s blood ran cold as the child presented them with a dismembered finger.

“Ganyu, do statues made by the adepti bleed?”

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Not sure if you do NSFW, but can I request something with Adam? Like yandere toxic Adam who got jealous, some NSFW if you're feeling generous?

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

|| synopsis : after embarrassing Adam, he decided you needed to learn a lesson ||

|| word count : 2.7k ||

[ the long awaited part two of Witness! please read Witness first for this one to make sense at the start! I hope that this meets your expectations dear readers and thank you, dear anon, for the request! <3 And as usual for my NSFW posts, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT thank you and good day X3c ]

[ requests are open as per usual! ]

[ cw: Adam being Adam, possessive behavior, angel!reader, NSFW below the cut, BARELY CONSENT, orgasm denial, tried to keep the reader as GN as best as i could :( , barely proofread </3 ]

Adam had finally finished icing your wrist, well, to his standards anyways. He stayed on his knees in front of you, looking up at you. His hands found their way into your hips, squeezing the flesh in such a loving manner. Your heart fluttered inside your chest, your wings fluttering in reply. Both of your hands had nestled in his hair, playing with the thick strands while you looked down at him, a smile very evident. Your heart was pulsing in your chest so heavy you feared for your ribs. Something about the moment felt so serene. Almost as if you were exactly where you were supposed to be, finding heaven in his eyes.

He stood slowly, placing a small kiss on your cheek as he towered over you again, his hands gripping your shoulders rather tightly. Still, he smiled down at you and eventually brought a hand up to trace your cheek with a finger. Like a fool, you had let your eyes close in the pure bliss surrounding the moment. In the short time you had been vulnerable, you felt a sharp hit land against your cheek, the force enough to make you stumble back. Both of your hands raced to hold your cheek, eyes opening with tears threatening to spill out as you now looked at the man who loomed above you.

"So that's how it's going to fuckin' be? You just get to, to come in and be all lovely and dovey with me, like some fucking, whore, only when we're alone?! Who, the fuck, do you think you are? I fucking own you, you stupid bitch." Adam started, taking a step closer to you, taking hold of your halo, tugging you forward a bit by it. A small cry fell past your lips as you looked up at him, little tears burning down your cheeks. "Adam that's not.. I didn't mean--" You started to speak, voice small and meek. Your hands pressed against his chest, trying to put space between the two of you again. He let out a loud, hearty laugh as he let your halo go, his hands getting thrown in the air.

"What bitch?! You didn't mean to what? It's some other guy isn't it? I fuckin' knew you were a damn slut. If it's that prick Lucifer--" He paused, taking a deep breath, running his hands down his face in frustration. "I swear to Satan I will fucking end you." He swallowed down more, unnerving laughter, you had stepped away from him again, now having a few feet between the two of you. You turned your back to him, looking out over the clouds, your wings puffing out in pure fear. "Oh what? You get a little fucking hurt and now you get to leave me? That's not how this works, tits." He growls out what he considered an affectionate nickname, taking a quick step towards you, grabbing both of your wings at the base, taking you to the ground. Your face made an almost sickening noise as it collided with the floor, your arms trying to catch yourself, but Adams' weight added on top of you was making it difficult. "I will tear these fucking wings off of you and keep you up here, to be a good little wife for me, unless you learn your lesson."

His knee had your back pinned in place, his grip tightening on your wings. Your heart beat was all you heard as a few gold spots appeared on the floor below your face, your nose leaking blood. Your heart seemed to stop as you felt him start to move down to the base of your wings, something mumbled how you were a fat bitch. You knew if you even thought about escape he would pull at them, potentially tearing them clean off. "Adam.. Please.. Please think about this..." Your voice was small, shaking as you tried to look over your shoulder at him. Trying to get him off of you, you looked around quickly, your thoughts racing wild. "We can, y'know.. but not... not on the floor." Was all you could muster, your arms still trying to push yourself up slightly. The innocence of your request made his angered mumbling pause for a moment.

As if he still had a pinch of good in his heart, he let out a grumpy sigh, standing up off of you, tugging you up off the floor by your wing. This action made you yelp, "Fine. Only because you won't be able to clean the floor when I'm done fucking you." His voice was low, almost primal as he dragged you further into what he called home. It was a lovely place, it was a shame he ruined it with all of his, Adam-ness. You let out small whimpers as he pulled you through the corridors by your all too sensitive wing. Tears slid down your cheeks as you followed him only half-heartedly. "Adam, please.. We don't have to do this again.." You tried, but your words only made him tug harder on the base of your wing. "Shut the fuck up.. You fucking.. You brought this upon yourself, by being such a whore! I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life, you're the only reason this shit is happening. Fuckin', Christ."

You let out a small, almost desperate whine, a silent prayer went through your head, the sudden light coming through a window made you have a false hope, your prayer for a savior had been answered! But as cruel as the mistress of fate was, it was just the sun, shining happily into the dark house. You turned your head to look at Adam, watching him open his door and shoving you into the room. This was the room you had offered your whole self to him in, the room where he confessed he loved you, the room you grew to love being in over time. "Get on the bed already, I'm not fucking waiting around. And you better not be fucking wearing anything." Adam would command, moving to the large windows in his room and opening the curtains, letting the sun glare in and reflect off of the white sheets and floors. This made you squint as you slowly shrugged off your clothes, crawling into the fairly large and soft bed.

He was a terrible man, you knew that, but when he ordered you about you felt your heart flutter inside your chest. The cold air in the room hugged your skin, making goosebumps pop up and down your skin, causing your wings to flutter. At the sound, he turned around and offered you a smile, it seemed warm, inviting almost. "There's my pretty fuckin' slut." He's mumble, crawling into the bed, not bothering to shed any of his layers as his hands run up your arms and his head dips down to leave a trail of gentle kisses on your neck. Your head was spinning. His words and actions were cruel, but his touch was just so soft, like he was hiding this side of him under layers and layers of constant betrayal and heartbreak.

That's what you wanted to think anyway.

Adam, was none of the kind words you described him as, he was unjust, a monster. Dare you even say a sinner. Here he was, giving you sweet and gentle kisses down your sternum, his left hand teasingly pinching and pulling at one of your nipples while his mouth suctioned to the other. But his words ran through your mind while you tried to remain composed. Still, your body betrayed the mind, your soft flesh reacting to every move he made. Your lower body shook in slight anticipation, hands trembling as you held onto his frame. "Adam.." You'd mumble out, eyes glazing over as you tried to look at him. He mumbled something that you didn’t quite catch against your chest, his free hand running through your feathers, causing your wings to twitch and flare excitedly.

You let yourself relax finally, leaning into his touch. "Oh.. God.." You'd mumble, your eyes closing as you moved your hands to hold tight to his shoulder. "Mmm, name's Adam, but that works.." He'd chuckle against your skin, nipping lightly at you with his teeth. Your face turned a furious shade of red as you shook your head slightly, "Oh! You know what I.. what I meant.." Your voice was shaking as your spoke, your body twitching at every scrape of his teeth. Finally, as if answering your prayer, the hand that was preoccupying the other side of your chest slid down your midsection, leaving a trail of little hairs standing in its wake. His hand dipped down between your thighs, another laugh leaving him. "Damn babe, I toss ya around and call you names and you're fucking sopping! That's so pathetic.. and adorable." He hums and makes sure to spread some of your juices onto his hand, slowly teasing your most sensitive area.

You felt your thighs twitch as his touch, trying your hardest to close them around his hand as he teased and played with you. The softest of moans left your lips as he toyed with you, making him hum in delight, "Geez babe, I think this gets better ever time I fuck you, but of course it does, I'm fucking Adam. I'm the best dick you'll ever fuckin' get." He let out a laugh as he pulled back and looked over your face, now supporting himself up with his free hand. Finally with your wings left alone, they fluffed out completely and fluttered behind you, moving in time with your heavily beating heart. This made Adam laugh softly, still moving his hand ever so teasingly slow. "God, you're so fucking adorable. It's so pathetic how cute and whiny you are." Adam moved his hand to your hip, making you gasp softly at the lack of attention. "Hnmmm, Adam!" You'd whine, though in seconds he had you flipped over onto your stomach, positioning himself behind you as he pulled your hips up into his, letting you feel his erection against your ass.

"Tell me how much you want this dick, the original, tell me how much you fucking need my cock." He groans, rutting his hips against your soft skin. You let out needy little whimpers and whines, pushing back against him, trying to get any sort of friction. “Ohhhh..” You mumbled softly, pulling one of his pillows to your face and hiding away in it, needy tears filling your eyes, “I need it, Adam.. I need you, terribly.” Your voice was small, barely above a whisper, Adam would give a little click of his tongue, “What was that, babes? I didn’t quite,” He paused, a solid smack landing against the back of your thigh, a bright red hand print showing up rather quick, “Diiiidn’t quite catch that!” He would let out this cruel laugh, his hands moving up to play and knead the flesh on your ass. This made your stomach do flips, your thighs shaking now after their sudden attention, “I need you! Terribly! Please Adam, please, oh god please..” Your voice would start to tremble nearing the end of your sentence, your voice dying down as small and desperate sobs bubbled out of your chest.

Adam would sigh and smile down at you, his hand sliding down your back and trailing over the base of your wings again, making you shiver and arch your back. At the sound of a zipper and cloth shuffling behind you, a grin spread across your face as you happily perked up your behind in wait. This made Adam laugh again, “Of course only my fuckin’ dick could make someone this ‘innocent’ act so shameless, nothing is better than the fuckin’ original!” He boasted, both of his hands again resting on your hips, letting you feel his hot length rest against your ass, this made your squirm as you tried to push him inside with little to no success. After watching you try for a few seconds, he decided to help, taking his cock into his hands and stuffing his favorite hole nice and full with little to no prep. His sudden action brought a long and drawn out yelp from you, your body twitching underneath him as he gave his own groan, "Fuckin, hell babe, just as tight as last time. You just never get old.. That's why you're all mine, mine to fuck, mine to use.. Whenever I fucking want, isn't that right? Fuckin-" He blabbered on like that for a while, massaging around your entrance while he spoke, occasionally giving a thrust or two, making you jolt forward and make those sweet sounds.

"Adam, please.." You'd interrupt his rant about how nice you felt around him, how much he loved you and how much he loved fucking you. He peered down at you, seemingly forgetting that you two were in the middle of having sex. "Oh yeah, fuck sorry babe." He would try and laugh it off, leaning down and placing a kiss on the nape of your neck, something he decided was more affectionate than anywhere else. A feeling of relief washed over you at his change in behavior, not wishing for him to revert back to his arrogant and selfish ways. “You’re hot as fuck yknow that? It’s fucking stupid how hot you are.” He would mumble, finally starting to thrust with a steady pace instead of whenever he felt like he wanted to.

It was almost relentless compared to the lackluster performance before you spoke up, his hips almost constantly meeting yours, loud and unfiltered whines and moans spilling out of your mouth. Adam grins to himself as he reached forward, taking your halo into his hands and tugging it slightly so you’d have to look up from the safety of his now tear and drool stained pillow. “That’s it, cunt. Let everyone in heaven know how good this dick is, no one gives it to you better than I do.” Your face would flush at his words, your hands gripping onto the pillow as if you’d fall from heaven if you let go. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach start to tighten, crying out his name rather pathetically while he continued his almost torturous pace.

Adam felt your walls clench and pulse around his length, a cocky grin spreading across his face at the familiar feeling, "Close already? God damn how worked up were you? Maybe I should pull at you a little more often huh? Fuckin hell babe-" He let your halo go, your head falling right back into the pillow as your back arched in need. "Adam, oh fuckfuckfuck, Adam please 'm gonna, need't come, please oh god," You blabber breathlessly, pushing your hips back into him, trying to pull him to the same edge you were at. Adam was quick to pull out of you and listen to your pathetic little cries and pleads for him to come back and let you finish. The grin on his face never left as he pumped his hand around his cock for a minute longer, his seed spurting out onto your ass and back. The warm feeling on your skin made your whip your head around to look at him, and-

This asshole was getting off the bed and redressing himself, that shiteating grin never leaving his face as he watched you sit up and practically crawl to the edge of the bed, tears spilling down your cheeks, "Adam? Wha-? Where are you going?" You'd ask, your voice as sweet as can be, your jello like limbs barely holding your body up on their own. "Ha! Sorry babe, duty calls, toooootes forgot about this thing with Sera! But hey!" He moved to you and holds your face up in his hands, "Maybe you'll learn your fucking lesson for once. Be here when I get back unless you don't want this dick for a month. And I can go get plenty of puss besides you, don't fucking forget that babes." He grins and poked your nose with a small 'boop', plopping you back down on the bed before just leaving the room. From across the house you could hear a distant, 'Love ya tits! Can't wait to see whatcha make for dinner!'

What an asshole.

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