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Harbinger's Bride | Chapter One | Yandere!Tartaglia x Fem!Reader
He held me close to him, squeezing me slightly with his toned arms. He rubs up and down the side of my arm with a warm, calloused hand. His hands... They used to be so soft to the touch, fresh like skin constantly bathed in honey and milk. What happened? Where did the soft young boy go? Why did he have to disappear?
"(Y/n)," a soft voice calls to me, drawing me away from such depressing thoughts, "Are you alright? You're so quiet."
I turn my head slowly to the source of the sound, to the man taller than I with a face full of a dead brilliance.
"I'm... fine..." I say.
Words I have said my entire life. I'm fine. I'm okay. There's nothing to worry about. I'm just tired. I just need to rest. I just need more sleep. Don't worry. So many many lies I have told to everyone before me. At this point, those words are nothing but practiced phrases meant to fool the common man.
But he isn't a common man.
His hold around me tightens, carefully holding me dear to his body. He uses his other hand to lift my face to his, looking into my glassy eyes.
"(Y/n)," he says in a stern voice, "Something is going on. Please, tell me, what's wrong?"
I turn my eyes away before forcing my head out of the grasp of his hands. I simply shake my head and shrug my shoulders. I lean my cheek into his chest, embracing the warmth the radiates through his clothing.
"I'm fine... I'm just tired. There's nothing to worry about."
I can mix and match each phrase so easily, like puzzle pieces with the same cut out. They're all so easy to stitch together to form another lie, a perfect lie, one that most people would simply listen to at any point as they don't really care enough to force the truth out of you.
"You're lying," he says in a darkened tone.
I don't flinch. I've had people call me out several times in my life. I've learned to hide my lies with a calm and collected demeanor. If you act the part, they are soon to believe you eventually, right?
"(Y/n)... Please, there's no need to hide anything from me. I know you're lying. I'm your fiance, right?"
Fiance... What a foreign word to me. I hear it often around the town when women gush and blush about their soon to be spouses. How happy they are. They flaunt their happiness at the expense of other's depravity. Not everyone is so lucky to have a spouse. Some women have their husbands stripped away from them to join the Fatui. What an awful life to have. Even worse, some don't even come home.
Will he be like that? Will one day he never come back to me? Will he die, lay wasted in a foreign land, unable to be with me in his final moments? I'm rambling and rambling and rambling. But I do love, Ajax, I do. I just feel empty in the pit of my chest. I crave love. I know I receive it often from the words of praise from my family and friends, but I still feel nothing. I worry that this hole in being, this empty void, will never be filled, will never have enough to fix it. And the thought of him leaving and never returning makes the hole even bigger.
"I love you, Ajax," I say, mind wandering into other unknown realms to my own.
I often have a habit of floating away into my own mind, into my own universe, and it takes quite a while for me to come back down. I often say things without realizing them as I don't even know I'm speaking in the first place.
I notice the slight warmth filling his face. A wobbly smile pressing against his thin lips. His eyes are filled with an unending form of endearment all directed at me. Pink dusts his ears, his cheeks, and his nose.
"I love you too, (Y/n), but please, you have to answer me. (Y/n), what's bothering you?"
I turn away again, unable to face him, a feeling of unadulterated guilt consuming me from the inside out. A feeling of humiliation and agony mixing into a stew of malicious emotions. I can't help but want to vomit them out, throw them up and get them out of my system for good.
"I'm just... depressed... I guess..." I speak honestly.
He gives me another light squeeze, holding me tight to him with the sweet, earthy scent of ceder still clinging to his clothes.
"Honey," he coos, eyebrows furrowing in worry, "Why? What's wrong? Has someone done something to you?" he asks, his voice suddenly very low.
"No. No one's done anything, and sometimes I wonder if even that is apart of the problem."
"Then what's wrong?"
I sigh, snuggling deeper into his chest, cheek squished against his strong body.
"I don't know," I say with a shaky voice, tone threatening to break and cause tears to spill from their dam, "I really don't know... I've just... always felt like this, I guess. I've always felt this... empty, sad feeling. So, I guess, if this is the normality for me, that I'm actually, in all consideration, fine."
His fingers clutch my sleeve, pulling me even closer to his body, wrapping both arms around me in a tight embrace.
"Oh, baby..." he lets out a sad groan, "is that true? Just how long have you been feeling like this?!"
"I don't know really," I confess, "I've felt this way my entire life, at least from all the memories I have of my life. But, really, Ajax, there's nothing to worry about. I'm used to this feeling. There's nothing for you to be concerned about, I'm perfectly fine. I-"
"No."
I remain quiet. I know what I'm saying is total lies. No one should have to deal with something like this their entirety of being alive. It's unfair. But who said life was ever fair to begin with? I sudden hard lump forms in the back of my throat, hot and hard, making it difficult to breath properly without letting out wracked sobs.
"Baby," he says in a hum, "Baby, it's going to be okay now that I'm here. After our wedding, I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you are nothing but smiling."
I highly doubt that.
But a lie won't hurt him, will it?
"Really?" a small, fractured smile graces my lips, one practiced over and over and over again, "Thank you, Ajax. I really do love you."
Ajax, how foolish he is. I can see in his eyes that he finally believes in my lies. A simple smile, a mask of mockery, is all it takes to fool even the brightest of men it seems.
Ajax then presses a gentle, yet hungry kiss against my lips. What an awful feeling. Someone so soft, so gentle as him wasting his kisses on someone like me. How sad, how foolish. But I am grateful. I'm so glad that he shows me that he loves me. A jealous part of me wants him to love me and no one else, but the logical part of me knows that can't happen. The depressed side sighs, having a feeling he'll only love me for so long before choosing to love someone else.
He pulls away, a fog of his breath wafting over the tip of my nose. A smile, a small grin, a display of happiness.
"I love you so much, (Y/n), you have no idea just how much I love you, what I would do for you. Now, come on, our mother's are making a special meal tonight."
"Really? That's wonderful," I say in a happy tone, one that's nothing but a facade for the lack of care I truly feel.
Am I happy that our families are making a special meal for the return of Ajax and to celebrate our engagement? I think so. I'm not quite good at identifying my emotions. Is this feeling, a feeling of null and void emotions, a feeling of apathy truly happiness? If not, what is?
Ajax lets out a sigh escape his lips before gently grabbing my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, and leading me inside the warmth of his house. I noticed, over the years, that his home has gotten bigger, stronger, more well put together. Was it his money from working with the Fatui? He is one of Her Majesty's loyal Harbingers.
Harbinger, a meaning of a forth runner of something, something so important it has someone to come in their stead to announce just how important they are.
But he is a Harbinger of Her Majesty. He is a Harbinger of Death. He is a Harbinger of Destruction. I've heard things about his "adventures" around the world. I've read the letters only meant for the eyes of his parents, how he slaughters without hesitation if its meant for the All Might Tsaritsa.
A shiver shoots down my spine, one that causes me to twitch and fidget as if I've been run through with electricity. I snap my head quickly to one side, popping bones in the process. He quickly turns to me, holding me by my shoulders. Worry is laced in his eyes, sewn into the fabric details of his irises.
"(Y/N)!" he cries, "Are you alright?! Wh-What just happened to you?!"
I let out a sigh, one without care for what's going on anymore.
"I'm fine, Ajax. It's just a twitch... It happens sometimes."
His fingers curl around the fabric of my coat before slowly easing. He hangs his head down and lets out a heavy sigh.
"Please... I know you can't control it, it's just been so long since I've seen that happen to you... I'm worried that one day... when that happens... you'll just break."
I shake my head, a surprisingly amused chuckle escapes my lips.
"Don't worry," I say with a weary smile, "I won't break. And even if I do, you'll fix me, right?"
He lets out another sigh before smiling sadly at me, teary eyes creasing at their edges.
"Yes... I'll always be there to fix you."
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So many ideas but just a small Drabble to help ease the imagination pain.
Khaslana x Reader - / Phainon
Just as you reach the top of the stairs, a harsh tug to your leash has you yanked backwards, a terrible, honking sound being pushed from your throat as the collar strains around your oesophagus.
The lead wasn’t that long, you thought you’d be able to make it since he was fast asleep. You were wrong. Khaslana has never been able to sleep deeply, any movement enough to jostle him awake.
You’re coughing and wheezing with tears trickling from your eyes, lifted safely up into his arms as he descends the stairs, “You’re being stupid. The door can only be opened by scanning our eyes, you would have only triggered the alarm.”
The words come out painfully as you gag, “Th-Then why did you do that?”
“To teach you a lesson. It hurts, right? Don’t do it again,” he says, nonchalantly. With a heavy sigh, he sits you back down on the mattress and uses his fingerprint to unlatch the collar, “Honestly, if Phainon wasn’t so adamantly against it, then I would have had your legs removed from the beginning. Being twins, you’d think we would be more alike. It’s inconvenient.”
He touches the bruising the colour on your neck, making you wince from the cool pain. Swallowing hurts, everything hitting you rapidly once the choking manages to cease. You haven’t felt a pain this uncomfortable in a long time.
Khaslana hums to himself, the dark circles under his tired eyes slowly blinking, “It’s not that bad. Maybe some throat lozenge can help… if you play good for me. The faster you accept your fate, the nicer everything will be.”
You angrily swat at his wandering hands around your throat before wiping away the running snot from your nose, “You just hurt me. How could anyone accept that?”
He immediately shoots back, “And why did I hurt you?”
“Because you’re an arsehole-“ a firm flick has you shouting, which then has you wincing from the pain in your throat. You correct yourself so he doesn’t do it again, “Because I tried to leave.”
“That’s right,” he smooths out your hair, pulling you back down to the mattress so he can hold you in his arms and rest again. After some shuffling on your part and a long silence, he says to you, “I might let you look at the door when we wake up, just so you can make sure it’s impossible to leave. You have to sleep first, though. No more escaping, I’m sure Phainon can compromise on one missing leg otherwise.”
You scowl, moaning softly into the pillow as you pathetically murmur, “I hate you.”
To that, Khaslana gently restricts your bruise, your throat protesting in a torturous throb. You hear him smirk as you yank your head back and lean against him, letting your abuser spoon you to a restless sleep.
#yandere x reader#yandere Khaslana x reader#yandere Phainon x reader#Phainon x reader#Khaslana x reader#yandere honkai star rail#x reader#Khaslana#Phainon
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Scene in new hsr quest 👇
Two bros— sitting in a hot tub—-


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Turning beta reader into omega is such a great concept!!1!1!! Literally drooling over mydei and phainon destroying readers hole 🤭🤭🤭 please PLEASE GIVE ME APART OF THAT MY QUEEN PLEASE 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏
Yesss the person who put that in is a genius! I love the thought of beta reader just being ravished and confused but then to have their secondary gender COMPLETELY changed??? Like omegas are born that way and struggle, let alone living your entire life one way and suddenly having to adapt as an adult-
I’m trying so hard but it’s been difficult to write lately. Still, I try and get some in when I can! Here’s a bit of what I’m working on, it’s gonna be a little different.
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But I think I added too much lore to just ignore so uhhh yeah lol
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hey moe did you delete that one fic with two characters plus mc? i forgot the characters but i vividly remember you having a fic where the two yanderes take in the reader while it was pouring rain and overtime they started to like them and when she went out searching for one of them the cops also found her and the yanderes killed the cops and took mc back in. sorry this is all i remember 😭
I believe it may be this one with Scaramouche and Alhaitham? If not lmk and I’ll see if I can find it but this is what immediately comes to mind ^^
Ive written so much I don’t even know anymore…
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Lmao?? It's so easy to just filter out tags u don't wanna see. Just filter out x reader or whatever. And if a fic involves any ship, even alongside a reader, it should be tagged so people can filter or look for it! Like, my guy, use the tools at your disposal! Don't just whine in some random person's inbox lmao??
Until you guys brought it up, I didn’t even know it was a thing???? I always add x reader in the tags so it shouldn’t come up if you exclude it then? Sometimes algorithms mess up but I still don’t think it’s a reason to get mad at someone >>
That person could’ve been having an off day though. It’s good artillery to get thicker skin! 💪
#postmoe#asks#I like the dark ones but I’m a tender heart#slap me around a bit but kiss the pain after 🥺
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babe, don't freaking worry. Hater's gonna hate. Another person I follow who write yandere keeps getting hate like "yandere isn't good!" And "you're sick for endorsement" like, baby, this is fiction, we know the difference. You know what she does? Makes fun of them. So, you're right, it's not that fucking deep. If you're annoyed at a tag, you can in fact, block that tag in settings. No one cares about you're piss poor opinion anon. We're allowed to tag however the hell we like.
Also, Moe, the person I'm referencing, you should read some stuff, is good. Their name is yandere-romanticaa. I think you would enjoy them.
So it’s obvious not but I didn’t know you could block tags xD like that changes everything.
I think a fact of the matter is that you’re going to get stuff you don’t like, regardless where you go. Yeah, I could stop writing bad shit because people don’t like it, but then what about us ;-;
It’s like watching hentai: you can tag yaoi but a straight ship will worm its way in. Either just ignore it or enjoy the diversity~
Oooo a new recommendation I shall peruse <3
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Okay I got carried away there.
I’m open to feedback but it’s not like people do this to target you, dude. If there’s something I don’t want to see online, I just scroll past it. :)
don't put reader insert garbage in normal ship tags. I don't check the phaidei tag to see that shit.
It’s not that deep bro 😔👊
#idk I don’t think I’m in the wrong#maybe tags have evolved from what I’m used to#I’m not that old though???#anyways let’s all just enjoy our pron
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don't put reader insert garbage in normal ship tags. I don't check the phaidei tag to see that shit.
It’s not that deep bro 😔👊
#congratulations on being my first animosity!#I’ve been online for YEARS and no one has ever like#not asked nicely#postmoe#asks
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He was not. :(
Sanji has been in my dreams for two consecutive nights now. Can we go for a third?
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Thank you Loriann for starting this and thank you everyone who voted~
lol cummy cunny
Cum eating, noncon, passing out, belittling

“It’s because you’re such a dog,” Mydei huffs, his hand pushing back his sweat-slicked hair. He stands on one side of your restrained body, facing his opponent who stands on the other.
He had just finished spending an hour embracing and fucking into you slowly, seductively, rocking his hips and kissing you until you cried weakly in his arms - and that was after all the other positions and punishments they put you through.
You knew running away would only end in severe consequences, though, you did put yourself in the mindset that it was only if you got caught. What were you thinking, honestly. They may seem like a couple of bickering fools but when it comes down to it, these two are some of the strongest and smartest people to exist in the current day.
“Oh, honey, if you wanted exercise that badly then there are safer and more fun ways to use that body of yours.”
With your blindfold soaked by your tears and your wrists raw even within the padded cuffs, you’re starting to feel more than uncomfortable. You think your hips are bruised, pussy numb and sensitive at the same time, breasts aching from the overstimulation, and you’re exhausted beyond repair.
Mydei continues his insult, “You fuck like a desperate puppy. Every time you enter her is like your first time. You need to be more sensual.”
You can already tell where this is going, and you’re hoping it’ll end with them getting physical away from the bedroom.
Phainon gives a whine that tapers off into a dreamy smile, “I just can’t help it. How can one person be so perfect? And then I get to feel your cum inside her, my two favourite people joining as one-“
It’s too embarrassing and you’re sure your wrists are about to bleed from the chafing if you don’t speak up soon, “Uhm… Please,” your voice is hoarse and a little sore, “I can’t take it anymore. I really can’t.”
They both snap out of their discussion and look to you. Your arms are hanging above your head, gravity the only thing stopping them from falling. Your legs are no longer trying to close, the bruised flesh spread open and exposing the pooling concoction of semen and cum on the sheets. Your breathing is heavy, face and chin and chest glistening from overflowing tears of pleasure, frustration and pain.
You’re so beautiful like this.
Mydei is the first to comfort you, crawling along the bed so he can lay by your side. Your body twitches and jolts as he pets over your stomach and between your legs, “But you were so adamant about exercising before, you even ran all the way outside the property line.”
They’re not stupid. You’re not stupid. This is all fun and games and discipline in the end.
Crying is so default that you barely recognise when it happens anymore, “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.” You sniffle, trying your best to shift but the strength just isn’t there, “I won’t do it again. I won’t.” All you can do is emphasise at this point.
Phainon makes the bed dip on your other side, lower down your body. He lifts up your leg and curls it over his shoulder, shuddering against your thigh as he looks at your battered pussy, “Do you even know how enticing you are? If we didn’t find you, then a monster might have come and gobbled you up instead.” He licks his lips, the tips of his fingers gently pushing at your pouring hole, “Maybe I’m not as tender as you when it comes to raw fucking, but I bet I can make her cum harder on my mouth.”
You snivel at that comment, not able to even celebrate your hands being untied as the looming threat of his challenge overwhelms you. Mydei doesn’t touch your blindfold, so you move your numb fingers but pause as the blood flow begins to hurt your limbs.
Mydei slides down to where Phainon is, his large hand resting on your other thigh, “Oh? You’re such a sore loser. But I’m willing to keep going if you can’t accept defeat just yet.”
“Aha, you can’t just claim victory because you can get her to squirt, there’s more to sex than just your penis,” Phainon motions to your cold, cummy cunny, “I’ll even let you go first.”
Mydei slips under your leg, Phainon holding your other still so he can watch his lover eat the cum from your cunt. You whimper as his mouth hovers over you, hot breath making you shiver, “Fine by me.”
A silent cry leaves your lips when the flat of his tongue drags over your slit. It’s slow, tantalising, warm. Your eyelids flutter in the dark and your hips barely move to meet him. His thumbs massage up either side of your folds, symmetrically rubbing towards your clit but never quite touching it at the top, though the pressure of his movements and the way his tongue laps at you makes you tingle and feel extraordinarily good.
Phainon’s eyes are glued to the show before him, your hole pulsing and pushing more of their cum out so that Mydei can kiss and guzzle you clean. You don’t miss the wet clicking sound of Mydei masturbating before you, either. Though you suppose it’s better than him rutting into your sore bones again.
A loud, almost obnoxious sounding moan was pulled once again from you as his fingers are able to pull back the hood of your clit, sucking fervently on the bud. Now latched on, he moves his digits inside your pussy, massaging around to stimulate the hidden part of your clitoris.
In a way, it was almost relaxing, just laying back and being tend to without having to bend or strain in weird positions. Your fingers slowly crawl to the blindfold, the wet fabric irritating your skin, and you’re able to clumsily pull it off.
The room is dim - thank gods - and yet you still have to squint from how long you’ve been incapacitated for. Phainon is sitting beside Mydei, watching the blond loudly suck and moan into your cunt. His eyes move over to yours and he flashes a wicked grin, the red on his cheeks and neck and the way his cock twitches makes the gesture all the more ominous.
With such little movement, the sweat on your skin is starting to cool, and you had half a mind to reach for the blanket.
Mydei has set such a good pace, the leisurely feeling now beginning to climax. Your thighs shake and you murmur pleas of mercy. To not go too harsh, to let you be okay and not have to deal with another ache to your body.
He eats you over, twisting his face in your wet folds and having you weakly ride out your pleasure. The white visage lasts longer, you’re barely able to register him place his cock head at your hole and cum over and in you again.
“Gotta give you something to eat,” he growls to Phainon, pumping his semen through his shaft until there’s not even a dribble left.
Phainon’s eyes light up, his body practically vibrating. He can’t wait to get in there and devour his lover’s cum from his darling’s sweet, juicy pussy.
Mydei moves over, and unlike his partner, Phainon comes in from the side. He spreads your legs apart, leaning over your thigh and lifting the other so he can gain easier access to the treat you hold just for them.
It’s so quiet, pathetic even, that you’re not positive you’re even talking until they respond back. “No more,” you beg, “Can’t. Can’t do anymore.”
“Mm, you’re going to have to, sweetheart,” Phainon groans, kissing down your stomach, his lips catching the ejaculate left by Mydei along your navel, “Gotta clean you up good. Look at the mess down here~”
Your eyes roll back from the way he laps at you, taking a mouth full of labia and just sucking and twirling his tongue. He digs the muscle inside your pussy and scoops at your walls, fingers roaming the outside and making you clench any deeper liquid towards the battered hole of your cunt. He really is like a puppy, one who just found the forbidden treat in his owner’s home.
How are you going to survive this? When he changes his tactics around, a long squeak comes from you at the sudden intensity. Now his fingers are deep inside and his tongue is going at your clit. Rather than the up and down motion given by Mydei, Phainon has his arm wrapped around your furthest thigh and spreading your lips, licking side to side on the little bean of your pleasure.
It’s such an arousing sensation, the buildup not as relaxing but a delicious, gradual climb to an orgasm you just know is going to know you out.
“No… no…” you’re panting, writhing, crying for some form of relief from this torture. You’re going to cum again. You can’t cum again- fuck, why does it feel so fucking good~~
It’s faster, more intense, a bit of cum squirting from your pulsing hole your body spasming in pure bliss. He’s moaning into you, face pushed harder so he can take everything you give him, no matter how weak it feels right now.
Your body is tingling, like little lights going out along your skin. “I…. I…” you’re losing consciousness. How long have they had you down for? You doubt you’ll be able to walk anywhere by yourself for a while.
You’re asleep by the time Phainon pulls up, smugly wiping his face with his forearm, “Well, I’d say that settles it.”
“Tsk,” Mydei clicks his tongue, “She was already sensitive. It doesn’t count.”
Phainon happily tilts his head, smirking, “Hmm? Are you requesting a rematch, friend? I’m more than happy to do this any time.”
Mydei grins, “Why not go all out? There’s more positions we haven’t tried, and I’m keen for a challenge.”
“Suits me! I bet our darling will be so excited to hear that when she wakes up,” Phainon cheers, knowing full well how untrue that statement is. Ah, it’s your fault though, you bring out the worst in them.
Besides, you’re the one who chose to run. They might as well share in the competition you provided them.
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You’re not surprised when the next day you can’t walk. They’ve cleaned you up, tucked you in, and when you create a loud thump on the floor from falling off the bed, they come to rescue you.
Phainon carries you to the toilet, standing by the open door and talking to Mydei as you try to focus on urinating.
However, you get lost in the consequences of last night. You can barely lift your arms, your legs are wobbly and shaky, you feel like you’re about to fall asleep again at any moment. No need for restraints because you can barely sit up by yourself.
You also got a good idea with how different these two can be in bed.
Phainon can start of slow, appraising you like a deity, holding you as if you’ll turn to ash or just cease to exist. It gets in his head, and he falls into some form of rut where he needs to pin you down and thrust into you to make sure you’re real.
Mydei is more of a connoisseur. He never loses his cool, and often times exhausts you because of the pace he’s set. It leads to longer sessions and more intense orgasms.
But holy shit, Phainon’s mouth. You know he loves using his mouth, on both you and Mydei. He can run that shit all day but put him between your legs and Lo behold - ecstasy.
You haven’t been naive to the way Mydei presses his thumb to arse, and you believe it’ll only be a matter of time before that’s taken away from you, too.
“All done, baby girl?” Phainon appears, smiling when you finish wiping up.
He lifts you, flushes the toilet and takes you to the sink. You’re treated like a child, his hands over yours as he helps you wash them, clapping them after and spraying water everywhere with a smile.
Mydei comes next, a wet toothbrush with toothpaste on held out in front of you. “Open up,” he orders, not as playfully but still soft enough to not be aggressive. Phainon’s continues to hold you as Mydei brushes your teeth, and as you see yourself in the mirror, you begin to cry. Mydei’s thumb comes to wipe away some of the tears, “I know it’s embarrassing, but maybe this is the way it should be from now on.”
You shake your head, choking over the brush. He finishes with the bristles on your tongue, and you’re given a cup of water after you spit to help rinse it out. He pads at your face with a towel, Phainon nuzzling into your neck and peppering kisses along your jugular, “Isn’t this so much nicer? Look how safe and cosy you are. Maybe this little mishap was a blessing in disguise?”
“I’m going to heat up some food,” Mydei says over your silence, backing out of the bathroom, “Just give her a shirt, it is cold after all.”
“Lucky you,” Phainon coos, lifting you into his arms again and moving to the closet, “We were debating if you deserved clothes, but we don’t want you sick. See? We care about you, more than you know.”
What a disgusting farce. You lay your head on his chest, closing your eyes and praying that the next time you fall asleep, you don’t wake up.
#yandere Mydei x reader#Phainon#yandere Phainon x reader#Mydei#honkai star rail#yandere#yandere x reader#phaidei#myphai#x reader#yandere hsr
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Sanji has been in my dreams for two consecutive nights now. Can we go for a third?
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You like boys in dresses.
Beverly Hills Chihuahua was your favourite set of movies for a while but you don’t think about it as often now.
Probably had a minor crush on Papi and/or Delgado. Definitely teared up in Delgado’s story.
Sways side to side when you pause for a second to think about your drawing.
Drinks water from the tap, no cup needed.
Headspace is more fiction than reality but I can’t blame you.
Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u
EDIT: Fair warning this post is cursed and predictions are 7/10 times correct, play at own risk
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Putting Emilie with Skirk is sacrilegious.
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No
So God himself might be preventing me from writing the Mydei fic... as soon as I started writing thr FISRT sentence, the web browser crashed
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Ananvsiajzajkams P6 better have gay romance or I’ll do something quasi illegal.
Yusuke wants the puthy

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