Childe

I have this brainrot of Scara's darling being abducted and when he hears news of it, he immediately goes to where his intel said that you were held captive at, only to be met with you standing there, the expensive parasol he bought you at your hand and is that blood on your kimono?

Since darling has to take his horrendous etiquette lessons, he probably had to also teach you how to gracefully make use of parasols (whether it's to actually shield you from the sun when you walk the gardens or hide your identity when he oh so graciously allows you to go outside his estate, you'll never know.) Darling would think that those classes are useless, but the lessons oddly came to their help when they needed it. How she was able to retrieve her parasol from the abductors is simple. If deceiving Scara is the hardest thing she had to think about, then petty kidnappers are bound to be child's play. Beating them up with a mere parasol is also easy, having to deal with Scaramouche daily takes a shit ton of emotional control and hey, you're kinda doing them the favor of avoiding his wrath by beating them up yourself (or so you think, the dungeon lingers with static electricity the next day sadly.)

Scaramouche probably reprimands you from using a parasol since then, in an effort to keep you under his control too. Lucky you then, that's one less etiquette rule to keep up with. (Sorry if this is all over the place since I honestly enjoy the thought of his darling carrying around a parasol ASKDLFGSJKD)

OMG YOU'RE ONTO SOMETHING... who needs a sword when you've got a parasol? the parasols in your possession are the real deal too, nothing is cheap about how they were made since it was a gift from scaramouche to you. he doesn't settle for anything less than perfection. he never considered the possibility of you using it as a weapon — but the juxtaposition of your gentle demeanor paired with bloodshed just does something to him. he sees a lot of himself in you (ha!). pretending to be fair and demure, only for their to be ruthlessness hidden beneath the surface.

maybe gets a bit lovestruck in that moment, who knows. he certainly won't admit it.

shoutout to whatever poor shmuck orchestrated the entire kidnapping event... they definitely had to have been given bad info. some guy said that this estate was just an inazuman diplomat and his spouse, an easy hit. turns out that inazuman diplomat was number sixth of the eleven fatui harbingers. a bad day overall for them.

❛MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.❜ | han gyeong-su x gn!half-bie!reader

genre: fluff, and a smidge of angst. <3

warnings: swearing, has a literal scene of the reader eating someone's guts 💀💀 so-, gore, violence. and i think that's all.

sypnosis: gyeong-su runs after you when you suddenly storm out of the broadcasting room, only to find you feeding on someone in the resroom. with his torn knitted vest and love for you, how can he not be able to comfort you?

author's note: oh my gof. i am in awe with this man. !not proofread!

dedication: @xhornybiatchx <33

it was a night of tranquility. as the hands of the clock just reached midnight, the chin of gold stood out most from the glimmering specks of silver sprouting throughout the night sky, yet they still both shined like sapphires lost in diamonds through the window of the broadcasting room nevertheless.

only it truly wasn't such a tranquil night. not when fucking zombies were in hyosan high; crowding the halls, the classrooms, the cafeteria ─ literally everywhere.

still, silence lingered amongst you and your friends in the broadcasting room, even if it was all chaos outside. but in quietness, there remained a manipulating voice in your head.

legs shaking, you slowly stood up and walked to the very corner of the room, away from everything and everyone. sliding against the wall, you sat on the floor with your knees held close to your chest.

'eat them.' your voice persuaded, as you continued to chew on your nails. 'just fucking kill them all. it's so easy.'

'just a bite . . .'

"(name)?"

the honeyed voice of nam on-jo sounded like peonies in a field of silken lavender when she snapped you out of your endless reverie. 'why do you smell so good?'

"hey, are you oka-"

not letting her finish the sentence, you suddenly stood up and pushed her, causing her to fall on the ground, whilst you were quick to catch everyone off their guard, immediately running towards the doors to escape.

you succeeded, of course.

the screams of your beloved friends followed in your growing absence, only you didn't care at all. you simply kept running, wondering how the hell you didn't attract the zombies that were surrounding you if you were out in the open.

in time, you found a vacant place that would help you calm your nerves; the restroom.

shallow breaths came out of your mouth, as you gripped the edge of the sink tighter. overcame by hunger, you bit your hand. suddenly hit by reality, your head hesitantly tilted up, eyes glancing at yourself in the cracked mirror that was splattered with blood.

you shrieked, tears pooling in your eyes. you hit the cracked mirror with your bitten hand, making it shatter even more, as shards of glass pierced through your skin; you didn't even try to pull it out.

'how had it come to this?'

unconsciously, your hand started to reach where you got bitten by someone, shuddering at the brash presence of the memory that had just happened three hours ago. you didn't tell your friends, you were afraid on what they would do.

hearing whimpers coming from one of the stalls, your train of thoughts were interrupted. with step by step, you approached the third stall, being fast to open the door, only to see someone epitomizing a coward, choosing to hide in the murkiest corners, accompanied by dark shadows.

from the voice in your head entrancing you with the idea of your hunger being fulfilled, and to her irresistible scent that made your senses animalistic more than ever. you couldn't fight it.

you lunged at the frightful girl.

biting her neck, her flesh was in your mouth. and you felt sick because you loved it. you basked in the everlasting glory of her taste lingering in your mouth, of the screams that couldn't help but escape her, of the way her blood was painted on the walls and on you.

it was the first time in a while that you felt free.

"you're not eating without me, are you?"

you stopped. letting go of the limp body, tears fell down your face as you turned behind you.

it was gyeong-su. of course it was.

he looked disheveled after running for a long time to find you, but his entrancement of youth still remained. it was han gyeong-su, after all.

sobbing, you curled up into a ball on the floor, as your best friend quickly fell down to your side. "hey, hey, hey, hey, why are you crying? stop crying. i hate it when you cry."

"what does it taste like?" gyeong-su asked, his warm hands holding your cheeks as his thumbs made all your tears go away.

you couldn't help but laugh, sniffling, whilst you remarked. "what do you want me to say? it tastes like chicken?" gyeong-su chuckled, but it quickly disappeared as he heard a wretched sob come from your bloody lips.

"hey, hey, hey, hey, why are you crying? stop crying. i hate it when you cry."

he stood up, ripping a part off his knitted green vest, rinsing it with water from the sink.

"what are you doing here? you're not supposed to be here." you grimaced. gyeong-su only ignored you, whistling a tune that lovebirds would sing. he continued to wipe the blood off your lips with the upmost gentleness, as he held onto your hand and caressing it with his thumb.

once he was done cleaning you up, his fingers were entangled in your hair, massaging your scalp.

the way he was with you could almost make you cry.

actions meant more than words with han gyeong-su.

as one final touch of grace, he leant forward to kiss your forehead, stroking your cheeks, as a red blush coated them, with you smiling, drunk in euphoria.

"i love you so so much, darling."

but then, you closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you were greeted with nothing, as everything that gyeong-su did came undone. and you were only on the ground, uncontrollably rocking back and forth as your cries of anguish became louder and louder by the minute.

because han gyeong-su was dead.

When a youkai first meets their master, a rope magically pops into existence to show that the youkai is now bound! It seems to be the physical proof of their loyalty, so overwhelming it became tangible. (Love at first sight, more like.)

A fun extra detail is that it’s tradition for a youkai to have their master tie the rope onto them, as a show that their master has accepted them as a familiar!

Another tidbit is that once bound, a youkai is incapable of doing any harm to their master. They also can’t seriously/fatally harm their fellow familiars, but minor injuries are… fair game. 

(under the cut: details about grim! in bullet points!)

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Fall Back in Love | jjk

> jungkook somehow grew a reputation of sleeping around on campus, leaving him lonely and inexperienced with relationships. so when you, his old childhood best friend moves onto campus, he discovers what a relationship can feel like as he finds himself falling in love with you

> jungkook x f.reader, childhood best friends,friends to lovers, slow burn, light smut, jealous! jungkook, needy!jungkook, mature, mentions of blood and fighting

Fall Back in Love drabble

wc: 17.6k (got carried away)

“why would we go on a date?” jungkook fought the frown that wanted to appear on his face. not again. this had to be the at least the third time this month he’s had the exact same conversation the morning after he slept with a woman he either got chatting to at a party or a local club. it was like every woman within a five mile radius had a meeting and collectively decided to sleep with him then never see him again afterwards. he didn’t want to seem pathetic, isn’t that exactly what the majority of guys his age wanted? in their eyes he had the perfect situation going on, constant sex when he wanted it with no strings attached. what he wanted to know however was how they dealt with the constant loneliness that occurred every time the hook up left? or the heartache that came when he saw a college couple walking around campus throwing their love in his face every morning at 8am? he tried not to be bitter, it was cute they found someone to spend their college years with. no he was bitter, so very bitter. he was a romantic at heart, so how did he get such a reputation that meant no woman ever wanted to even go on one date?

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OKAY IMAGINE A HISTORICAL AU WHERE YOU'RE IN AN ENGAGEMENT WITH ZHONGLI BUT YOU SUFFER FROM UNREQUITED LOVE BC HE LOVES GUIZHONG AND THEN YOU DIE OF HANAHAKI BUT THEN YOU GO BACK IN TIME??? BUT WHAT YOU DONT KNOW IS THAT ZHONGLI WAS SECRETLY ALSO VERY UPSET ABT YOUR DEATH AND ONLY THEN REALIZED THAT HE LOVED YOU AND HE ALSO WENT BACK IN-TIME BUT WHEN HE TRIES TO COURT YOU YOU REJECT HIM EVERY SINGLE TIME MAKING HIM SOMEHOW YANDERE??

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Y/n=your name

L/n= last name

Fem reader btw

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CW: unhealthy relationships , cheating, unrequited love, historical au, death, forced marriage, Yandere and hanahaki content.

Angst to kind of less angst?

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Honestly, never in your life did you think that you were gonna fall in-love.

Yet here you are, weeping over your fiancé who didn't return your love.

You kept coughing and choking on those stupid glaze lilies.

They reminded you of her.

Of guizhong.

They were her favorites, bouquets of glaze lilies decorated every imperial palace.

We're they there just to remind you of your unrequited love? His love for guizhong?

It was practically already known in high society that zhongli didn't love you, he loved another.

The flowers came out of your mouth as you coughed and coughed.

Your lungs felt clogged, as if something was blocking you from breathing.

Dried blood stood at the corners of your lips as well as flower petals that were present on the floor.

Would you grow to hate plants in your next life? Who knows?

Not to mention the corset that was hugging your waist.

It was suffocating, it only made your disease even harder to handle.

Why didn't you pick up the signs he did with his eyes that screamed 'don't come any closer' whenever you leaned in for a kiss? The ‘I don’t like you’ whenever you said ‘I love you’.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain throughout your body, nothing like anything you had ever experienced before.

It felt numbing, you couldn't move, as if some kind of poison was injected inside of you.

Was this the end? Was this how you were going to die?

If it is then, i'd just like to say: what a shitty (love) life you've had.

In the end, your love for Zhongli didn’t falter.

And then that was it.

Your vision went from blurry to black, your body went limp and hit the cold floor of the estate you were living in.

Some maids were alarmed by the sound and went to check it out, only to find your dead body, covered in bloody glaze lily petals and flowers.

High society was shocked, a case of hanahaki hasn’t been recorded since a few centuries ago.

News spread fast around the nation of Liyue.

It wasn’t until his friend, tartaglia came to give his condolences when he found out that you died.

Why wasn’t he immediately informed?

Wait, why did he care? Didn’t he want to be with guizhong just the other day?

It was a big shock to Zhongli and while others may have thought that he was delighted to finally end the relationship he was forced to be in.

That was not the case.

He cried and cried because of your death.

He blamed himself fully, he cut contact with guizhong and removed the ever so delicately cared for glaze lilies out of his palace.

He wished that he had paid more attention to you, he would do anything for another chance.

And with that, the next day he woke up as himself 13 years ago, when he was still a teenager, 16.

Funny thing is, as soon as you died everything was a blur.

Your memories flashed in front of your eyes until you awoke 13 years prior to your death.

You were a teenager once again.

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Extra context: you come from one of the most powerful ducal families in liyue.

Zhongli is the prince of the nation and already at the age of 15, had a fiancé.

That fiancé was you, who loved him the moon and back, but he didn’t.

He already loved another, his childhood friend.

Her name was guizhong.

You noticed how he preferred her over you and you tried to get his attention.

He was so polite about telling you about how your love was not reciprocated.

And after a few months of being his fiancé, you started coughing frequently.

One days you coughed out a petal.

It was then that you realized that you had hanahaki.

You tried even harder to make him love you, but it didn’t work.

In the end, you died.

He found out that he had actually fallen for your charms, and now is also the reason you died.

He was so disappointed in himself and stopped contacting guizhong as she just reminded him of your death.

He grew to hate glaze lilies since they also reminded him of your death.

One day, he miraculously went back in time along with you, but neither of you knew that you both had gone back in time.

Oh what adventures were ahead?

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Should I write a part 2???

Also I finally got a fic written, sorry to keep y’all waiting, and I promise that I’m writing your requests.

Strangers (masterlist)

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

warnings: murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, violence (will update this list as needed)

summary: You are finally moving out of your hometown and following your dreams of living in the big city. With an internship at a successful company and your best friend living close by, you feel like things are finally working out.

Sure, your apartment might not be the most glamorous and your new neighbors are a bit strange but that’s normal for a first time living away from home, right? Everyone had warned you about how evil the world could be but it wasn’t until you moved there that you started to understand how strangers could be a real hell.

*Loosely based on the drama/webtoon Strangers from Hell (you don’t have to know the original story to read this!)*

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6…

crawling fighting bleeding losing fighting bleeding losing rn sjdbshsvsb I JUST LOVE ITTO SO...SO MUCH??? PLS HE'S MY COMFORT CHARACTER SO HERE'S SOME SAGAU BRAINROT W HIM ALDHSJDBSB Itto is so baby, that I literally made him baby here jsdkfhsdj

tagging @nicebonescomrade cause she said she would love some itto content :>

in terms of warnings, there's a bit of discrimination against Oni at the very start, so please take note! But regardless, i can only write fluff so I won't be going too deep into it

also, i wanna take this time to say asks are open and everyone can send any reqs or brain rots !! however, i still have a life outside of tumblr so if i get bombarded, asks will be closed. I'll also be making an intro post soon sdhfkdf

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"Nuh-uh! I was just trying to help the fox! Its leg got caught under a big rock!"

"Yeah, mom! Itto was just helping the poor fox!"

The little boy's mother huffed in frustration, grabbing her son's wrist and pulling him along with her, "Onis are onis, no matter what! Stay away from them, young man!"

The young oni could only pout as his newfound friend was taken away. He resented being an oni sometimes, the horns that weighed heavy on his head serving as a reminder that he was not human, he does not fit in, he does not belong.

Vision becoming cloudy with tears, the young oni bit his lip.

"I don't want to cry, crying's for nerds...!"

The young Arataki states, his tiny form shaking as the tears started to stream down. Wiping them off, the cry of the fox he saved caught his attention.

"Huh? What is it, little guy? Need some water?"

Itto carefully picks up the fox carrying it to the river for a drink. The fox eagerly drank from the river, Itto patting its little head as he stared into his own reflection on the water.

His white hair was muddied, knots and tangles everywhere as well as a few twigs and leaves. His face covered in dirt from falling down while running away from humans who wanted nothing to do with him.

And to top it off, his auburn gaze turned to his reflection's horns.

Arataki Itto hated his horns.

Arataki Itto didn't like being an Oni.

'If I didn't have my horns, then my friend's parents would let me play with them!'

'I didn't mean to push Renren too hard, I didn't think I could be that strong! I'll be careful from now on, please let me keep playing with Renren!'

'I'm not scary! I just want to play with all of you...'

The fox that was drifting off to sleep next to Itto was startled when the young oni slapped his reflection on the water again and again, getting both himself and the fox wet. Itto continued until he wasn't sure if his face was wet from his incessant attack at his reflection in the river, or from the tears that never seemed to cease their flow.

In a moment of impulse, the little oni wrapped his hands around one of his horns, pulling as hard as he could to get rid of them.

"Come...on...! I don't...need...my horns...! Get off...of me...! AH—"

Losing his balance, the young Arataki fell face-first into the ground. Groaning, he let go of his horns in defeat before feeling a warmth against his skin. Curious, he lifted himself off of the ground, dusting off most of the dirt and soil that got on his face. Following the source of the warmth, his eyes turned to you.

You were beautiful— holy, even. Itto had never seen such a divine being such as yourself. He watches as your hand gently floats over the injured fox he saved, its wound healing instantly. His gaze reaches behind you, you had the most beautiful wings he had ever seen.

Scratch that, you were the only person he's seen with wings! Itto was ecstatic, he called out to you without thinking. After all, no one else had wings like you do, much like how he had horns no one else had. Maybe you two shared similar sentiments.

"Hey! Are those wings of yours the same pain as mine!?"

Your attention was immediately caught, such a joyful voice saying such heartbreaking words. His eyes were glowing with curiousity, yet they also looked hollow. Scanning his small frame, your heart sinks as you think about what the young oni has been through.

You motion for him to come towards you, inviting him to sit next to you on the grass. He does so eagerly, wanting to hear your answer. You dip your hands into the river's cold water and gently clean his face, Itto let you.

"Well little one, they're not..."

Itto pouted, his mood sinking once more.

"Of course they're not...everyone probably thinks you're really cool! You can grab the biggest onikabuto on top of trees, right? Man, I wanna do that too!! All I have are these stupid horns..."

You clicked your tongue, who would dare to say such rude words to a child? Oni or not, Itto was still a kid, trying to get by with his day to day life by himself.

"Now who told you that? Your horns look beautiful, they fit you very well."

Itto was confused, he had never heard anyone tell him that.

"Hey, uh...you're not like, blind, are you?"

You chuckle, carefully removing the leaves and twigs stuck in the young oni's hair.

"I'm not, it's the truth. I'm sure you'll be a very handsome oni when you grow up."

He huffs at you, "I don't wanna be an oni! Humans don't play with oni! You're not human, right? You can play with me!"

"I'm afraid I'm very busy, little one. But one day, I'll make it up to you. We'll fly around high places, run around and help people, and we'll eat all kinds of delicious foods!"

The stars were in Itto's eyes, he failed to notice your wet hands trying to detangle through the bird's nest he called hair— that or he didn't mind you accidentally tugging at his hair while you tried to comb through it.

"Really!? You promise!?"

"Well, only in one condition."

Itto pouted but waited for your deal.

"I want you to take care of yourself while I'm gone, and don't try to pull out your horns, okay?"

"But I hate my horns! People say they're ugly and that I'm a monster! It's not like they're wrong...stupid, ugly horns..."

Itto looks down at his clenched fists, tears pricking at his eyes once more. But this time, he feels your gentle touch under his chin, making him look up at you.

"Listen here, little one."

Itto bit his lip, not used to such intense eye contact, despite your eyes holding nothing but a warmth that felt like home to him, even if he's never really had one.

"I don't know what they said to you, but you're brilliant the way you are. I don't see those ugly horns you're talking about, I see a beautiful crimson crown. A symbol of pride, a testament to what you are; the one and oni."

"...Was that a pun?"

You laugh lightly, Itto pouted once more before laughing with you.

Once laughter died down, you lead Itto to the river, encouraging him to look at his reflection.

Clean and fresh, hair neatly brushed and horns at full display. Itto takes in how different he looked, how his horns seemed to shine proudly against his white locks of hair.

"See? And I'm sure you're a wonderful person too, little one. Horns and all."

For once, Itto was quiet.

Thoughts went through his head, comprehending everything that had just happened. He used his brain so much, he fell asleep.

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You carry the little sleeping oni in your arms, taking him to a nearby village where one of your most dedicated followers lived, she was peculiar woman, and you were certain she'd take the little oni in and raise him with the love and care he deserved.

You knock on her door.

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Itto wakes up in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar woman offering him a bowl of porridge, it took a little bit of back and forth before Itto gave in. Looking around, he sees something on the desk next to the bed.

It was a comb, and a note.

"Take care of yourself, my one and oni. We can play together when time allows it.

~ Your Winged Friend"

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"And after that, Granny Oni told me all about our creator, and that's when I decided I'd make sure my hair's always perfect!"

Itto's boisterous laugh fills the teapot as Aether hums.

"Wow...Teyvat's creator really is something, huh?" Paimon comments, but Itto disappeared. Looks like their creator has logged in.

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Itto looks down at the ground below him, soon feeling the warmth that told him his creator was ready to go exploring with him once more. Jumping off, the wind glider opens.

Flying in the skies, helping people, and eating good food. He owed it all to you.

Arataki Itto loves being an oni.

Arataki Itto loves his horns.

Arataki Itto loves you.

Yandere Kyoya.

It’s a well established fact that Kyoya acts much colder when he really is. This fact remains true when he becomes yandere for you. He’ll try to tell himself (and other yanderes as well) that you’re just a darling, nothing special. He insists that he only wishes to have you for personal use, nothing else.

But this just isn’t true.

In reality, Kyoya dreams of both love and control. Yes, he does want to control just about every detail of your life…but only if you want him to. To him, control is an expression of love! And he loves you so much…he only wishes for you to love him back. Kyoya wants you to love him, to choose him, to want him above all others.

Meeting You: He meets you at a fancy function, one his entire family has to attend. While he doesn’t complain about it, Kyoya just isn’t feeling this party. it’s the same all of the others. Boring, bland, full of useless small talk (but really good food so he can deal). Maybe you’re working there as a waitress or something or maybe you’re a guest as well. But whoever you may be, Kyoya is polite (if not a little cold) as he always is. He doesn’t let on anything about you but for some reason…he takes a special notice of you.

It’s something he brushes away…until he meets you once again.

The party is long over and forgotten but that feeling is still there. It’s a warm, soft feeling that makes him want to strike up a conversation…and lucky for him, just that happens. You remember him too (which makes him so happy for some reason) and you start talking for him. And just like, something has started. Something Kyoya is sure will be wonderful. He walks away with your phone number in hand, already planning out everything. Yes, this is going to be wonderful.

“I’ll make sure of it.”

Studying You: Kyoya does not stalk. But he does study.

The second he realizes that he has feelings for you, he studies you like you’re his university major and he’s got an exam coming up. Not because he’s creepy, but because of a very simple reason:

If you’re going to be his darling then he has to know everything.

Every detail is important. He needs to know your history, your family, your interests, plans for the future, everything. Oh, go ahead and call hi crazy but it’s all for a good reason! It’s not too hard to study you because you’re already so open with him. He knows your favorite foods, what books you read, your hopes and dreams and everything you love and hate. And what’s more is that Kyoya loves very second of studying you.

He loves finding out something interesting, something he didn’t expect about you. But he likes the things that he does expect too, smiling as he thinks “that’s so much like her.” He loves finding out the things that nobody else on earth knows. It’s interesting, being the one person who knows you better then anyone else…and you don’t even know that.

“Hmm…what an interesting woman.”

Taking Control: Once he’s through “studying” Kyoya will begin to feel confident enough to begin his plan. You’re already friends so it’s not too hard to insert himself further into your life. Just two friends growing closer, right?

Only…it’s so much more then that.

He’ll start small. Encouraging better habits in order to improve your life (he’s just helping. Don’t friends help one another?). He wants you to eat better, live better, work harder, all of that. He starts spending more and more time with you, using his extensive knowledge of, well, everything, in order to climb to the top of your friend list. And yes, he has a “friend list.” In fact, he has a list of everyone in your life. Who you are with the most, who he likes and doesn’t like, who can stay…and who he is going to get rid of.

Not by killing! Kyoya’s not that type of yandere!

Just by…suggesting things. The truth is, Kyoya is open to deceiving you and others as well. It isn’t hard for him to twist words and situations in order to cause problems, problems that he most definitely encourages. So, you lose a few friends, what’s the big deal? Those people weren’t good enough for you anyway.

That’s all Kyoya wants for you: good things. And he’ll do whatever it takes to get you just that. The more your friendship grows, the deeper Kyoya’s control becomes. You won’t even realize it but your “dear friend” can get you to do just about anything. Of course, he’ll never take it too far. Kyoya will try not to cross any lines and to respect your boundaries. But he sees no problem is a suggestion or two here, a little twist, and the like…as long as it’s for your own good.

“Anything for her…”

Romance: Once the “friends” stage of his plan is over,, Kyoya will begin to romance you. He starts by spending time with you privately, just the two of you so he can get a little closer. He’ll turn on the charm and give you the perfect gifts. Whenever you say you wish yu had something to give him, he’ll insist that you don’t have to.

“I just thought it would make you happy.”

By now, he’s certain that you have feelings for him. After all, he’s the friend that you spend the most time with! He’s noticed the way you look at him, the way you blush when he comes close and compliments you…your feelings are very obvious and very cute. And they are very much returned. Which means that it’s time for your first date. It’s the date he’s been planning since the beginning and secretly…he’s excited!

He’ll choose a good restaurant (not too expensive but not too cheap with food that caters to both your personal tastes) and invite you out. His heart is racing when he does but it’s back flipping in his chest when you say those wonderful words:

“I’d love to, Kyoya.”

The first date is perfect. He made sure of it, fixing every little detail in order to make it all just right. So of course you agree to a second date and after that…everything is just the way he wanted it to be. Kyoya is the man you’ve always dreamed of so it isn’t hard getting you under his spell. You’re so enamored with Kyoya that you won’t question any of his yandere tendencies, you might not even notice them at all…

Which is simply perfect in his mind.

“It’s all going perfectly.”

Your Relationship: It’s such a good one.

He’s surprisingly loving, though he’ll still seem cool in front of others. But the truth is, Kyoya is a sweetheart and he wants you to be happy…preferably with him. So he’ll make the best moves possible in order to keep you at his side.

He’s loving, but never smothering. He’s affectionate, but never to the point where it makes you uncomfortable. He supports you in everything that you do, because Kyoya genuinely wants you to succeed and for your dreams to come true.

Like I said, he’s charming. Kyoya thinks you’re the most lovely creature on the planet-beautiful, intelligent, witty, and talented. In his eye, there’s nothing bad about you. Even your flaws are lovable! The more your relationship continues, the more he tries to make you happy…and the more his yandere side grows as well. You’ll start spending more time with him. In fact, you’re with Kyoya more then anyone else! He’ll install a tracker in your phone and laptop, just so he can keep an eye on you when you’re apart. Kyoya has a very detailed plan of your relationship:

Friendship. He’s going to be your best friend. Here, he’ll start molding your lives together very slowly. Gets to know you more as a person and builds the foundation of your relationship.

Dating/High School. A serious relationship without too much pressure. Focuses on getting to know you further and cementing his place by your side. Introduces you formally to the club but not to his family.

Dating/University. Preferably, you go to the same school or at least schools that are close to one another. But he’ll settle for long distance if that’s what it takes. You’re introduced to his brothers and the relationship takes a more serious turn.

Engagement/Moving into together. This is what part three was all about: making sure part four was a success. He’ll propose on the anniversary of the day you met and is over joyed when you say yes. Kyoya doesn’t want to get married right away and instead moves into an apartment with you. You’re finally introduced to his entire family.

Marriage/The Future.  Kyoya is excited to finally call you his wife. His happy ending is marrying you, taking over his father’s company, and just…living. He doesn’t need much to be happy but he definitely needs you.

“I just love you so much, Y/N…”

Punishments: This is probably the biggest yandere thing that Kyoya is capable of doing. Whenever you have a fight or he fears that things are going badly…he’ll manufacturer a situation that brings you back to his side.

He knows that it’s wrong. He just doesn’t care. Kyoya needs you desperately and if this is what t takes…then so be it. He needs it to be upsetting but believable. Perhaps something frightening but never life threatening. So maybe a minor car accident that has you running into his hospital room. You’re in tears because he could have gotten seriously hurt! He could have died! And the last thing you would have done was argue!

“It’s alright, Y/N. I’m alright…”

Or perhaps something more emotional, something that makes you think that he needs your love and support. Like him having problems with his family or being stressed out from school…and, well, you’re the only one he can truly open up to…so you have to be there for him! Right?

“Thanks, Y/N.”

This behavior isn’t something that he’s proud of but he argues that it’s something that must be done on a rare occasion.

“Let’s not fight anymore.”

Little Things:

Kyoya shows you off in a very quiet way. He makes no secret of his pride and love for you, though it still comes off in a cold manor. He’s always so pleased to be out with you, your hand in his as you walk about town.

“Oh, look at you! Such a cute couple!”

“Thank you. But I believe she’s the cute one here.”

That being said, he’s so proud of you and supports you 24/7. Do you love art? Here’s some paints and pencils and all that. Go nuts. Want to be a doctor? That’s great! Here’s some good textbooks and medical journals to read. Dream of traveling the world? Let him help you plan it out, he wants your dream to come true.

“Anything for my darling, of course.”

He’s a somewhat delusional yandere, solely because of this one thing: he tends to put you on a bit of a pedestal. It’s not even something he realizes that he’s doing. But mostly, he’s a possessive and jealous type of yandere.

“I just love you so much…is that wrong?”

He’s practically already planning your wedding.  Of course, you’ll plan it together when the time comes but he already has so many ideas. It’s a rather beautiful ceremony (I think he wants a Winter wedding) and it’ll be the happiest day of his life.

“It’s everything I’ve been dreaming of.”

Kyoya’s a little nervous about kids though. For one thing, he’d like a small family. One or two kids is perfectly fine for him thank you. But for the other thing…he’s worried he won’t be much of a father. He doesn’t think that he’ll be a bad parent, just maybe not a great one.

“You really think I’ll do okay?”

In reality, he’s a pretty great dad. Loves any children you have, supports them no matter what. None of his children will be yandere but I think that they might grow up to notice that their dad is just a little bit intense…

“What are you talking about? Crazy kids…”

He’s really not that bad a yandere. All things considering, he’s rather tame. He won’t hurt you or anyone else. Murder is off of the table. But he does constantly control you and, as tame as he is, that’s still a yandere tendency. Still, he has the habit of comparing himself to the other OHSHC yanderes (especially Honey, who’s the worst of the bunch) and thinking…

“No, I’m not that bad. Not really.”

Yes you are, Kyoya. Like I said, he controls everything. You won’t ever realize how much or your life he controls but if you do…you’ll quickly brush it away. After all, everything Kyoya does, he does because he loves you!

“Of course, darling.”

So you’ll often find yourself defending him to others that have noticed his behavior. You’ll ignore them, deciding that they are the same as the people who call him cold. They simply don’t understand him like you do.

“It doesn’t bother me. You’re understanding is all that I need.”

Kyoya isn’t big on pet names at first. But when you notice that you’re listed as “darling” in his phone and mention how sweet you think that is, he’ll start calling you it verbally. Secretly, he’s always done so in his head. But now he does so in private as well.

“If it makes you happy, darling.”

He wants to get a cat with you. Kyoya is so excited at the idea of a little fluffy baby and will spoil that thing. Buying it the best food, the best toys, getting it one of those massive cat scratch castle things (of course, it prefers to play in the box the damn thing came in). It’s your child before you, you know, have children.

“Here, kitty, kitty…”

I think Kyoya is the kind of yandere who easily wins over his darling. It’s not hard at all and it’s even easier to keep you by his side. The fella can play you like a violin and you don’t even realize it. No one really does. He’s the kind of yandere that is able to fool everyone into thinking that he’s perfectly normal. Mostly because he’s able to charm people so well. Your friends, your families, everyone except for the host club thinks he’s nothing sort of perfection.

“Well, I wouldn’t call myself perfect. I’m still striving for a lot of things.”

Speaking of the club, they definitely help out. Or, they at least try to. They’ll get too involved in your relationship at times but most of it actually works. When one of their ridiculous ideas devolves, Kyoya will calmly slip away with you…which is what he wanted in the first place.

“Let’s get out of here…they’ll be like this for a while.”

Of course, upon hearing this, Tamaki will take credit for everything.

“You’re welcome.”

“Sigh…thank you…I guess.”

Isn’t above making you feel guilty by buying you expensive gifts. Nothing too crazy like a car or something, just things that are a little bit pricey. He’s not trying to guilt you into what he wants but if that happens to happen…well, who is he to complain?

“Never look a gift horse in the mouth.”

He loves lazy days with you. Kyoya never wants you to leave his bed in the morning and enjoys the quiet days he has with you. He’ll get your favorite take out and binge watch shows with you, whatever you want to watch!

“How about this one, darling?”

Of all the OHSHC yanderes, Kyoya is the best one to have (along with Haruhi and Mori). He’ll treat you so sweetly…as long as you do exactly as he says. And that’s not so hard, is it? After all, he’s only trying to take care of you…is that really so bad?

No. No it’s not. Nothing can be bad…

“When you do it for the one you love.”

(Thank you to the requester!)

sagittarius + scaramouche + drabble + fluff (and happy 1k!! :3)

deal with the devil (drabble)

penpal: hope this is to your liking, anon!

prompt: sagittarius the archer, time-stop soulmate au (soulmate au whereas time stops when two soulmates look at each other)

pairing/s: scaramouche x gn!reader

sypnosis: when yae miko request you to follow the traveler and help him in the shadows, you certainly didn’t expect to meet your soulmate at a crucial time.

includes: spoilers to 2.1 archon quest, scaramouche calls you a loser, fluff/no-angst

// SPOILERS TO 2.1 ARCHON QUEST //

"you should follow the traveler when you have the chance. who knows if he'll come across to one of those harbingers." your friend says, causing you to look at her instead of instead of the traveler– who's currently running away from sangonomiya kokomi's residence after finding out the truth of the fallen soldiers. "i'm sure you've seen how powerful they are." she adds, crossing her arms with a small smile.

you continue to stay silent. sure, you could go to the traveler and watch until they need more help, but what can you do if a harbinger actually appears? you unfortunately aren't experience in combat.

yae miko seemed to read your mind. "you don't have to worry about having to fight them. you can simply tell them to back away from you and aether in exchange of this;" she suddenly pulls something out from her hidden pocket, causing your eyes to widen in shocked at the sight of the familiar shape of a gnosis.

how on earth did she get that?

she giggles at the sight of your shocked reaction. "you don't have to immediately give it to them since aether is strong enough to take them down. just give it when needed."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "why do you want me to follow the traveler anyway?"

"i have my reasons. i'll tell you soon when you come back with him and his companion." she answers, handing you the gnosis for you to take.

"so, are you going to do it or should i do the dirty work myself?"

–

as you enter the delusions factory, your eyes immediately lands on the piled up bodies of fatui members, causing you to furrow your eyebrows at the gruesome sight.

you continue to walk towards the place, trying to ignore the corpses around you. has the honorary knight been this merciless? you honestly couldn't blame him. not after witnessing the tragic fate of one of the soldiers that aether seemed to be close to.

it didn't take long before you finally saw the traveler slaughtering every single fatui members who were getting in his way, causing you to watch the gruesome show while hiding in plain sight.

"don't be intimidated. lord harbinger will be here soon." one of the fatui agents says to the remaining troops before getting knocked out.

lord harbinger, huh? you thought to yourself. i wonder which harbinger will arrive.

as soon as you think about the harbinger, you immediately spotted a man walking inside the room, causing your heart to drop.

"you actually managed to find this place.. congratulations." he comments, crossing his arms as aether immediately fixes his battle stance, his dull blade aiming at the balladeer's directoon. "hah, barely two words in and you already look like you want me dead."

"you're manufacturing delusions." aether speaks up, his voice echoes around the room.

scaramouche gave him an amused look. "oh, so that's what this is about."

as the harbinger continues to have a conversation with aether, you suddenly look down at where the gnosis is hidden, waiting for something to happen for you to finally escort the honorary knight to yae.

it took a few minutes until paimon's cries catches your attention from the gnosis, your breath hitches at the sight of aether– who was currently kneeling down on the ground as a purple haze starts to envelop him.

you look at where scaramouche is, watching him laughing manically at the sight of the fallen traveler. "that's it, just like that! embrace the anger... EMBRACE IT!"

the moment the traveler fell down to the ground, you find yourself standing up from the ground and head towards to the scene and glare daggers at the harbinger– who hasn't noticed your presence yet until–

"balladeer,"

scaramouche seems to be taken back by surprise from your sudden intrusion, now looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. you thought he felt intimidated by you, causing you to feel confident in yourself.

"i will not allow you to fight the traveler." you explained, standing between scaramouche and aether with an intimidating look plastered on your face. "i'm sure you know that he's valuable to inazuma's fate and is off-limits to harbingers like you, so try and not mess with me–"

"and why pray tell should i obey a nobody like you?" he asks, crossing his arms. "if anything, i think you should be scared of even trying to face against someone like me."

you couldn't help but smile, bringing out the one thing that he– alongside the other harbingers– have been looking for for the sake of pleasing the tsaritsa. "does this answer your question, dear balladeer?"

his eyes slightly widens at the sight of the gnosis on your hand. "how the hell did you–?!"

"i have my ways," you interrupted, taking a few steps backwards from him in fear of the harbinger suddenly trying to grab it form your grasp. "that's honestly none of your business, don't you think?"

he watched as you started playing with the piece, trying to prevent yourself from laughing at the sight of his shocked face. "now, does this give you enough approval in not laying another hand on the traveler?" you ask, still smiling at the man.

scaramouche continues to stare at the gnosis, tempted to just steal it and never come back to this hellhole until the tsaritsa assigns him go back here again.

with thoughts swirling through his mind, scaramouche glances back at aether, who seems to still be unconscious. which one would be beneficial more to the tsaritsa? a gnosis or the head of the traveler.

with a small sigh, the harbinger nods defeatedly and reaches his hand out for you to give him the gnosis. "i suppose i'll spare the so-called honorary knight's life." he says, watching as you willingly place the gnosis on his hand.

"may we not see each other again, balladeer." you spoke up, turning away from his direction and immediately went to the traveler–

wait

why... why is everything frozen?

you blink a few times, thinking you were hallucinating from the overwhelming aura around the room, only to realize that everything except you and scaramouche is indeed frozen in time.

don't tell me...

it was scaramouche's turn to smirk, satisfied with your changed reaction as he lets out a chuckle.

"took you long enough to realize that i'm your soulmate, loser."

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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kaeya Alberich x Female! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,6k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Yandere, manipulation

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