#and I'll give my best on the next yan

[godnectar]

My English is bad, so I made Al write you a message in America TikTok slang.

Yo, blud, I gotta give you props, no cap! Your yandere Tumblr game is straight-up rizz, and you're slaying the narrative scene like a true queen, yas! Your storytelling skills are fire, and every time I hit up your blog, I'm shook by the intensity and emotion you bring to those posts. Your yandere characters? They're next level complex, and I'm low-key obsessed with how you dive into those twisted relationships.

Your storytelling game is lit, and those cliffhangers? They're like a rollercoaster ride, keeping me glued to my screen. I'm forever on the edge of my seat, craving more of your thrilling narratives. Keep doing your thing, blud, 'cause you're an absolute legend in the yandere Tumblr world. Can't wait to see where you take us next, and you're definitely no NPC, that's for sure!

( 🇺🇲 anonymous

Feeling cray-cray and delulu, if that is what American says

[mellowwillowy]

TWST x Self-aware Yan Cannibal AU Ft: Unhinged GN Reader

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥

Unbirthday party has always been a merry occasion for 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥. Not only does he get to eat the strawberry tarts, but he also gets to have Trey's meat pie specialty.

Pigs who dared to enrage the tyrant by upsetting you, the law, are sent to the kitchen for the butcher and baker to process into something edible.

The card soldiers cheer in joy and anxiety, pleased to be able to taste the main course yet sweating over the idea of screwing up and ending up on the silver platter.

Yet part of them does not really mind if it's meant that they will be devoured by you, the law, their grace. Ace and Deuce have always irked Riddle but the sight of you smiling along with their pranks and mischiefs save them from the trouble they are about to face.

Cater will always upload it on magicam, boasting the sight of you enjoying your stay in 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥 as you nibble on the tart. Baked and minced to your favorite, as usual. Trey and Cater sure know their way around this, memorizing how you like it by heart.

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"Looks like you two are having a hard time cleaning the guillotine huh?" You stopped in front of the guillotine, watching the other students along with the ADeuce duo wiping the blade that had severed yet another pig for you to feast on soon.

"Uh yeah, troublesome as always, I hate having this bloody mess all over my hands." Deuce furrowed his eyebrows, waving his hands for you to see. Ace immediately elbowed Deuce, "Dude, you are splattering the blood all over me!"

You chuckled at the duo before turning back your focus on Riddle and his chaperones, "I assure you, those blood does taste good too if you know your way around it."

Trey and Cater raised their eyebrows and glanced at each other, seemingly knowing what they would present for you at the next Unbirthday party.

"Is that so? Then I'll make sure to have your Grace have a taste of it at our next tea party."

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰

It's only natural to see the beasts ripping the guts out of the prey with their bare fangs. 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 surely offers an entirely different vibe when it comes to banquets.

Until Leona signals them, the beasts are nothing but starving predators, ready to shred the prey into minced meat. But Leona is nothing but a calm and obedient beast when it comes to you, eagerly waiting for you to give him the accord.

One tilt of your head and a nod is all it takes for Leona to snap his fingers, the chosen beasts leaping toward the prey eagerly as their claws and fangs tore them apart.

Jack was the fiercest among the others, even more than his seniors. For someone who held an upright moral integrity, he had it revolved around you and all sense of justice had been laid onto the tip of your tongue.

Ruggie on the other hand only watched in amusement next to Leona, waiting for the next batch of captured prey to be feasted by him. He would not cut line and steal a bite of what's not given to him from you, oh nooo, he was a patient hyena.

Leona cocked his head to you, eyes focused on you while waiting for you to lock your eyes with his, "Should I grab one for you to eat too, your Grace?"

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞

Mostro Lounge has always offered the best dining experience. It is not to be doubted again that 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 is most definitely going to serve you the finest meal, personally handled and cooked by the Tweels.

And of course, those who fail to fulfill the terms of Azul's contract have to feel how the merfolks gut them, spilling their whole innards all over as they choose which part is considered the most delectable for you.

From the sophisticated look of the beverage, tinted dark red yet a hue of purple could be seen, giving it a pleasingly aesthetic look for you to fawn over before you drink it down.

On the silver platter was a heart, decorated with things you had no idea about but you had seen back in your world. Fancy diners always do that, you thought to yourself.

"Only the best part for your Grace." Jade bowed down as he adjusted the plate and utensils. Floyd was grinning from ear to ear as he dusted the sugar cube into your drink, "And something refreshingly sweet for ya' highness!"

You gave them a curt nod before slicing it, Floyd kneeling down next to you while his face rested on your chair's armrest, eyes glimmering in excitement as he waited for your feedback. Jade might not show it in his face but even you could notice how his feet tapped against the carpeted tile, something you'd never see from someone who could stand still for hours without moving like an inanimate object.

You gave them an approving nod and smile as you took a sip from the drink Floyd personally went over length to make for you, "Satisfactory as usual."

A pair of hands clasped on your shoulders from behind, Azul cooed right into your ear "But your Grace, surely it can go beyond that no? We'll make sure of that the next time you choose to feast here."

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚

Banquet has always been something that is always happening due to Kalim's nature and Jamil has never really found any joy from it.

But all that changes if the banquet is thrown for you. Oh, how the viper ensures himself to go beyond length in preparing the dishes. With Kalim's endless riches, he can use all sorts of ingredients one would never be able to obtain without spending a fortune for their rarity. Only the freshest and best ingredients are allowed to be used for your meal and so are the living meat of the students.

Everything must be set to a T. Kalim may not be a tyrant but when it comes to you? He's unconsciously pointing his fingers and brows scrunched at anything that is not abided by perfection. The lamps are not hung at the right angle, the pillows have not been changed into new pillows and the animals must be paraded in order and not roam like wild beasts. Anyone who just ever makes the slightest mistake will be sent straight to the kitchen as an ingredient. Had it not been for Jamil's suggestion to send them all bruiseless, they would have been beaten until they were nothing but pulp.

You were taking in the sight of the parade, everything was as amusing as you had always remembered. But the true highlight lay in Jamil's cooking, if you have to pinpoint the best cook in this twisted wonderland then it had to be Jamil. Unlike the finery of Mostro Longue, Jamil's cooking had a different feel to it. It was not as aesthetic yet it did not change the fact that it still looked pleasantly delicious. If Mostro Lounge accounted for the positioning of the food in a numerical and angle way, Jamil offered everything in a neat bulk. Curry, prata, shawarma, and all. Its display screamed for people to grab one yet no one dared to unless you ordered them to do so.

You cocked your head toward Kalim who was sitting right next to you, eyes glimmering in adoration as he drunk in your expression. Oh, would you finally like to have a bite? He held one of the shawarma out toward you with an empty plate in his other hand.

Jamil had ensured that there were 2 different platters, one for you which was made from the best ingredients and seasonings, while the other was less if compared to yours but still delicious nonetheless. One was made from meat and blood that had been considered the best while the other was made from those that failed to pass through the requirements.

You took a bite from his hand, savoring the taste of Jamil's hard work while enjoying the show of Kalim's tyranny. Truly, you love being able to taint your beloved sunshine.

"Say say, are you enjoying it all, your Grace? Not even a beat of music missed and all the food that sprawled across the room is ensured to be of the best quality." Kalim brought a goblet onto you and you held it in your hand. He gave you another grin that was just as blinding as the sun, his finger beckoned Jamil to pour you the carmine drink, squeezed from their cries of agony and pain before they were minced.

"But of course, your Grace has no need to hesitate to point something out if it's not to your liking," Jamil chimed in as he watched you swirl your goblet. The two of them stared right into your eyes, eyes enchanted by you despite one being an enchanter, "Because we seek only perfection for your Grace's taste."

𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞 prides themselves in their pitch-perfect diet. So what if their Grace has a different taste in the feast? All they have to do is readjust and tailor the whole dorm's diet to yours.

The fairest one of all, wearing a tiara that shines even brighter than any tiaras Vil has ever seen, truly living up to the radiance you emit just from sitting on the very throne with him standing right next to you.

It appeared that preparing a banquet was a huge feat for 𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞 as they were divided into 2 teams. Team One prepared the whole occasion while Team Two flocked toward you, amusing you with a theatric show as you watched them from your throne.

It appeared that Rook's fascination with the world of theatrics and you worked really well as he 'acted' out the role of a lover professing his love toward the protagonist really well. Strings of bizarre praises and wishes rolled from the tip of his tongue smoothly as though it was by nature for him to act so already.

Epel on the other hand was all energized to drag the qualified livestock into the kitchen after Vil had inspected them all personally. The livestock was to be of a healthy diet, bruiseless and ailment-free before it was allowed to be cooked and feasted by the Grace.

The moment Rook was notified that the whole banquet was ready, a trumpet was blown and you were led to the dining hall which had been decorated to match your attire. Were you wearing something cute, pure, sexy, cool, or pop? Either way, 𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞 never missed a beat in losing its elegance no matter what the theme was.

"Allow me," Rook pulled the chair for you to sit on before he readjusted the platter asymmetrically. Right next to your seat on the right was Vil sitting while the rest of the body stood, not daring to sit unless you allowed them to.

Seeing Epel all giddy observing you, you beckoned him to come to you and he whispered into your ear, "I seasoned it!"

You cocked a questioning eyebrow toward Vil and he could only sigh with a chuckle, "Oh what will I do with your Grace's taste bud?"

Rook poured a carmine red fluid into your glass, its smell told you that it was not made just from a fine wine but rather, a fine blood.

"A fine cocktail of white wine, dyed with a carmine golden drop, hand-picked and squeezed personally by me. Truly, your favorite, your Grace."

𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞

Honestly, what do you even expect from all these anti-socials? They are nothing but a bunch of hikikomori yet the Shroud Brothers just know how to surprise you!

Unlike the impractical methods that the others use to earn just a golden drop of blood from the livestock, the dorm has created countless practical devices that help them to create something quickly.

Compressors that grind down the gutless livestock into a fine drink. Shredders that allow them to save time from having to shred from chunk by chunk. And a practical inspection device that helps Idia sort out the best for you to feast on.

Ortho had to be the most eager one of all, singing non-stop as he ensured all were to be finished quickly when you informed him that you would be choosing 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 for your next banquet.

They specialized in efficiency and speed but that did not mean they lacked the skill of cooking a delicious dish. While it may be pale when compared to other dorms, 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 is a great option for when you are craving for something and want it to be on your plate in a short moment. They might not score 12/10 but they were able to at the very least score 8/10. Surprised much? Ortho had been practicing how to cook and all from the data Idia inputted into him.

"Uurgh.. uhh... y-your Grace... so what is the verdict? A level up? Or an increase in the ranking board? O-Ortho is really expecting your answer..."

You raised your eyebrows at his stuttering, "Getting better," you stopped for a moment to chew again, "and delicious."

Ortho immediately leaped toward you from Idia's back, causing him to squeak, his metal arms wrapped around your neck, "I'm glad! Please keep on coming here and I'll make sure to be the best cook you'll ever have!"

Idia brought a napkin over to your face, "Yes... should your Grace ever need for a quick meal, please come by... Me and Ortho... and Ortho... will always be ready at your disposal."

But who were you but the all-knowing God, you knew there was a slight taint of blot in your meal, Ortho, you assumed.

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚

Lilia has to stay away from the kitchen. But don't worry, the bat is entrusted with hunting down livestock for the youngsters to process into something edible.

Malleus on the other hand is ready to strike anyone down with lightning should they make the slightest mistake in the banquet preparation.

Sebek is in charge of inspecting the livestock while Silver is in charge of the most gruesome part of the job (which was appointed by you for fun.) which is gutting. Surely tainting someone so pure like him has to be your favorite feast.

The candles on the table were all lit in emerald hue, fireflies surrounded you as Lilia levitated around you, joyously guiding you toward the dining table.

There you could see Malleus sitting on the second host seat, his hand prompts you to take a seat across from him. Lilia pulled the chair for you to sit before Silver walked out of nowhere, holding a plate of dishes for you to feast on.

Sebek on the other hand had been arranged to stand right next to Malleus, part of him was happy yet part of him envied Silver. Nonetheless, no barks had ever slipped past through his sealed lip.

"Kukuku, the boys went through great details and length in preparing this whole banquet, well, me included. It was fun hunting down these livestock for you," His index finger felt your platter, "it makes me feel like I must pick the ripest for you... feeding you... aa~"

Soon, he brought a forkful of meat sliced by SIlver earlier while you were distracted by Lilia. Malleus smiled at your dazed-out face and the way realization washed over you.

"May your Grace enjoy the blessing that you have graced us tonight." Malleus raised his goblet, urging you to do just the same.

"Cheers!" Lilia wiped your mouth with the napkin, Silver's hand holding out your filled goblet.

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐲 ???

"My words! Did you have fun, hm?" Crowley immediately lunged toward you the moment you entered his office. He gave you the cutest pout you could ever see from him, his cheek rubbed against yours repeatedly.

"Are you jealous, Dire?"

"Of course not! How can someone as magnanimous as I, be jealous of my own fledglings?" And as though to prove to you his seriousness, he even posed ridiculously with his staff.

You cackled at him before giving him a kiss on his cheek, "I'm home, Dire."

Crowley stopped acting up and turned serene, giving you a smile that didn't seem to reach his eyes.

"Welcome home, Master. Dinner's ready as usual."

Oh old times... ???

[cinnanmonn]

Pt.3 Yan! Farmer x Perv Reader

I literally forgot how to use Tumblr lmao

I don't feel like making NSFW so you get fluff

Part 2 👆 Can some1 reteach me how to do the text that links you to a diff post I forgot how.

After all those events, You and Isagani spent more time with each other. Slowly, he began to become more comfortable around you.

It felt, peaceful. For the whole week you had left, you spent it pretty regularly. You and him became quite close and touchy too. What is your relationship with him anyways?

You act like lovers yet talk like aquaintances. (My phone is literally telling me it's spelled aqua instances like wtf)

But you were comfortable with that. Once your grandparents returned, it was already time for you to say goodbye. You had prepared beforehand to return home.

Isagani seemed extremely saddened by this. So you decided to keep contact and give him your number when you have a chance.

As you were checking all your stuff and making sure everything is there, Isagani knocks at your door.

Once you open it, he embraces you in a big tight hug. "Please don't go...." He says in a saddened tone. You hug him back, rubbing your face against his chest.

"Perfect timing. I'll give you my number so we can keep contact and meet sometime, m'kay?" You say as you pull away from him, reaching for his head and patting him.

It comforted him somehow, as he nuzzles your hand. It's like your going to war or something, the way he clings unto you.

He stares at you before mumbling.

"What are we....?" He says as he looks down flustered. You give him a smile.

Together.

At those words,his eyes brighten up and he gives you a thousandddd kisses. Your grandparents call for you because your ride is already there, so you quickly ask for his phone and type your digits.

You give him a little kiss on the cheek before leaving the farm.

Once you were on the ride, you decided to get some sleep for a while. 1 hour then passes once you wake up.

You check your phone for the time and see a text message from an anonymous number. It must be Isagani.

"Hey! I really really miss you. When can we meet again? It's me, ur fav farmer 😁"

Why does he type so cute? Everything is so cute about him. I love him.

"awww how sweet, but I think it's gonna be next Tuesday since my friends made plans..."

What? You'd pick your friends over him? Do you not love him?

"oh...that's ok....I need to work in the fields anyway :~("

Ahhh I feel so baddd. But I really hope he understands, after all my friends have been planning this since summer started.

"I promise I'll make it up to you !!!"

"how exactly??"

"hmm, I'll do what you want next time ?"

Oh. That'd be.....AMAZING. You'll do it? Really? No matter how dirty? Even if it hurts him? He's so in.

"okay! Deal <3"

"love u"

Hehe.

"I love you too."

That made you smile. It felt nice reminiscing all the moments you spent together. Even if it was just a mere 3 weeks, you were actually so glad this happened. He's just, so perfect. Body and mind.

I love him.

You slowly felt drowsy as you slept the whole ride. Once you had awoken, you were already at your destination. Now you just need to call a transportation to go back to your home.

You checked your phone again to find that Isagani sent a photo. Of him touching his nipples, squeezing them as milk cascades down his chest.

Woah, what a sight.

If this gets 500 likes I will be making a delectable and refined part 5 just for you guys bc ik this 1 isn't the best lol

[yestrday]

WAIT NO IMAGINE YAN ACADEMY AND READER DYEING THEIR HAIR TO MATCH !! LIKE GETTING RED STREAMS TO MATCH ITTO

hehehe i got a bit too silly with it. i like incorporating some good ol comedy in my yandere aus to remind people that they're still high schoolers and they're still stupid (also it gives a very heavy sense of conflict knowing that these goofy highschoolers have blood on their hands tehe)

you might like: yandere! genshin academy ft itto

"oh gosh he's gotten [y. name]."

you're a popular one within the academy, the charity case who has high grades but still a bit naive about how high society works. too naive, in fact, that when someone snidely insults you to your face you just ask them what do they mean with the most wide and trusting eyes. it only takes a monster to continue with the insult (and a fool to begin with with all the glaring eyes on him).

you're as easily influenced as you are naive, so everybody can't help but despair at the sight of you trotting down the halls sporting a red streak on your bangs. there's only one man who'd be pushy enough to get you one just to match with him.

everyone whips their head around to see arataki itto following closely behind you, a self-satisfied look on his face. they're not surprised. of course, the arataki itto would drag you into his shenanigans.

"were they bullied into it?" "you think anyone would bully them?" "but it's itto." "he's an idiot... and so are they."

when you enter your classroom, there's a circle of students who's immediately putting a barrier between you and the big man. they're not just your harem, but normal classmates who know that they can't afford losing their answer sheet to the wrong path. everyone starts questioning him, accusing him of somehow corrupting you. it's just a lock of hair dyed red, but they're already acting like you've been initiated into the arataki gang.

"if [y. name] starts skipping classes with you then who am i supposed copy off of at the next history quiz?!" one angry classmate jabs a finger into his chest. they wince.

itto puts his hands up, startled at the angry mob before him. "woah woah woah, guys it's just hair dye—"

"just?!" your classmate cries out, affronted. "do you know how much i need them to tutor me? i won't allow your gang to to take them away."

"well, they're not initiated yet—"

"yet?!"

"guys, guys, calm down." thankfully, thoma's kind voice helps abate the angry mob's fuming. he's fixing your hair, gently making sure to style it in a way that best shows off your red lock. "don't be too harsh on the big guy. as he said, it's just hair dye."

itto looks sparkly-eyed at thoma, touched at his coming to his defense. "thoma, my bro...!"

"that said." thoma's smile turns sharp. "if i hear another word about you initiating [y. name] into your gang, i'll tell ayato and it will be community service for you and the arataki gang, okay?" his green eyes are kind, but itto doesn't miss the heavy warning behind them. he gulps and quickly nods his head.

"yes, sir..."

meanwhile, you're checking yourself in your front camera, delightedly patting your hair down as you admire thoma's handiwork. hmm... this shade of red looks particularly good on you. should you dye your entire hair instead?

some halls down, diluc sneezes and kaeya gives him a look because the diluc never sneezes.

[cloudshuffle]

an arrow, a spark. yan!childe

index / next / beta reader @malewifeharem

When they assign you to a new division in the Fatui, you think nothing much of it. People were always being moved around in the organisation, people disappeared under mysterious circumstances, new recruits were popping up out of nowhere.

What was strange, however, was whose division you were assigned to. Fatui Harbinger Tartaglia, all the way in Liyue, no less - or Ajax, as you knew him better.

“I'll be sorry to see you go,” Signora says from behind you.

You jump, nearly dropping the stack of papers in your hands. She stands in the doorway, imposing as always, yet the air she gives off implies she's left off a “darling” at the end of her sentence.

Madame Signora's always been fond of you for reasons you've never known, though that often meant being stuck in dull, dull meetings and organising her paperwork for her.

You salute her, then laugh nervously. In the midst of your packing, your office looks like a hurricane hit it, stacks of books and papers scattered everywhere. Not the best look to put forward to your boss.

“So, Liyue.” She takes a step, placing her right inside the threshold of your office. Behind her, her new bodyguard slash secretary shifts his weight from foot to foot. “Quite a ways from home, yes?”

“It is.” The land of the Geo Archon, Morax, but most importantly his creation of mora. A warm place by far, considering Snezhnaya's standards, but its trade sector was coldly competitive.

“How do you feel about it?”

How did you feel? The question catches you by surprise, much like her appearance in your office. Never before had you been asked your personal opinion on anything before, least of all by a harbinger.

It’s just work.

“It’s a great opportunity to expand my horizons and learn about another culture, ma’am.”

She chuckles elegantly. “A textbook answer. Good. It’d be useful if you kept those same wits around Tartaglia.”

You blink, a cloud of dust distracting you briefly from what she’d just said. “...Tartaglia, ma’am?”

“Oh, yes.” Her red lips curve into a wry smile. “He requested for you specifically. He’s been pestering me, in fact, to let him have you.”

You remain silent, unsure of how to respond.

“But look at me, holding you up. I do hope you have fun while in Liyue - it can be quite the interesting place, after all.”

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You don’t quite know what all the fuss about Tartaglia is about till lunch, when you venture into the mess hall with Nadia.

She doesn't even wait for the two of you to sit down before broaching the topic. “Did you know the eleventh is back is Snezhnaya?”

“He is?” You stab at your potatoes with your fork, eyeing her cheekily. “And I don't suppose you're in the market for a partner at the same time, are you?”

“Oh, not a harbinger.” She laughs. “That’s way too high profile for me.”

You eye the raised platform at the front of the hall where a long table’s been set. It’s more for show than anything else, seeing as how the harbingers have never once found themselves privy to dining with you common soldiers. There are twelve high-backed, intricately carved mahogany chairs, and one in the middle, larger than the rest, gilded with gold and complete with red velvet cushions. The Tsaritsa’s. Yet another reminder of who you all served.

Nadia's chatter washes over you like a soothing wave. You're grateful to have a friend when you go abroad, if only for distractions like this if nothing else.

She wants to marry and settle down already - a noble sentiment for a young Snezhnayan lady. You think any man would be lucky to have her.

For yourself, you're not so sure.

“Ooh!” She nudges you. “Don't look, but Vlad's over there. Isn't he cute?”

Against her wishes, you turn your head. He looks like any regular Snezhnayan man to you, blonde and with an angular face that could’ve been carved from the frozen earth itself. “Well, I guess. He looks kind.”

“And he's coming to Liyue too!” Nadia stage whispers.

“Exciting.” You raise an eyebrow.

You excuse yourself from your meal after a while, leaving the mess hall alone. Nadia's conversation was entertaining but exhausting, provided one could keep up with her endless stream of news and gossip from various sources.

But it's from this river of information that you sift out a tiny gold nugget: that Harbinger Tartaglia would be in the archery fields if he weren't busy preparing for his return to Liyue with his new crew.

Perhaps it's curiosity, or pure boredom that drives you outside into the cold.

The walk is familiar, ice crunching under your boots. It was admittedly difficult to walk on snow and ice - if you were anything but Snezhnayan, born and raised.

Your fingertips tingle with the phantom itch to hold a bow. It'd been a while…

You follow the path, rounding the building to a frozen field. A number of wooden targets and straw dummies are lined up, some in varying states of disrepair. A small hangover, an incline, really, provides minimal coverage against the wind like a very tiny rock against a great river.

As expected, there’s no one there. You feel a small sense of relief at having missed that chance encounter.

The new recruits train elsewhere. It’s a place only for those who want to exercise the muscles you rarely get to use, being cooped up in front of a desk all day.

You take up position at the edge of the field, summoning your bow and fixing three arrows to it.

They arc in a graceful, shining line, each landing perfectly in the middle of its respective target board.

You affix another arrow to the shelf, taking a deep breath. The world narrows to the point of your arrow and the fletching on the arrow you landed.

Dimly, you’re aware of the shuffling of feet behind you, quickly hushed. Probably just another of your fellow soldiers who wanted to get out of the noise of the mess hall. You pay them no mind.

You release the arrow, reload, release, reload. Three arrows land in rapid succession, splitting each of the previous arrows neatly down the shaft.

You exhale, and your senses return to you. The cold embraces you again, and you shake the tension out of your shoulders, putting your bow away. You can almost feel its sigh, already impatient for the next occasion it could perform.

Slow clapping. “An impressive show, soldier.”

You spin on your heel.

Tartaglia stands at the top of the incline, flanked by two bodyguards. As if he needed them within the walls of the Fatui stronghold, the youngest of all the harbingers, who single-handedly dug his fingers into the fabric of Liyue to get the Tsaritsa a foothold.

It’s been quite a while since you last saw him, you realise. He looks a little sharper, a little leaner, his gaze perhaps a little more complex, as if he were thinking of the future while simultaneously discerning all your secrets. The hydro vision on his belt winks at you in the cold light.

Standing on the incline, he looks like a conqueror, surveying his land. It's a good look for a harbinger to have.

“My lord.” You salute him smartly, tamping down your embarrassment at noticing them late. “My apologies for taking up your time.”

“Oh, no need for all that, padruga.” He comes down the slope, the bodyguards following a respectful distance behind. “It's always a delight to watch you in action.”

What had Madame Signora said? “He requested for you specifically”?

Ajax- no, Tartaglia, is a good head taller than you, maybe more. As he approaches, you have to incline your head to meet the unfamiliar gleam in his blue eyes. Whatever could he want from you?

“You've been well, I trust?” He summons his bow, and you take the cue to move a step backward, leaving him room to shoot.

“Well enough, may the Tsaritsa continue to watch over me.”

To your surprise, he snorts a laugh, loosing his arrow. It strikes deep into the wood, igniting a spark as it scrapes against yours. “A devotary? Some things certainly have changed around here.”

One of the bodyguards shifts his feet. You glance back at him, then at Tartaglia. “Is a harbinger not also subservient to her majesty?”

He chuckles. “Of course he is. I’m just… surprised.” Another arrow, another target. “You never struck me as the type to believe.”

You remain silent as the last arrow hits its mark. All just to the right of your own arrows, pressed so close they seem on the verge of falling off.

“Excellent marksmanship, my lord.” The impersonal compliment comes easily to your lips. You clasp your hands behind your back.

A gentle breeze begins to blow (the kind that might have killed a man in lesser clothing), unsettling his already unruly ginger hair. The bodyguards adjust their stances, as if roused by the cold wind.

“Certainly.” He grins, a self-assured smile, unhidden by a mask. You’re grateful for yours in that regard - no need to hide your emotions or expressions too well when all Fatui are shrouded in uniform secrecy. “Nothing but the best to serve her majesty.”

Somewhere deep within the halls, a bell begins to toll.

You snap to a salute. “Thank you for your time, my lord,” you say, as if he hadn’t been the one to seek you out for conversation first. “I must be taking my leave now.”

padruga: friend (female) according to google

— word count: 1598. thank you for reading!

[yandere-kokeshi]

Platonic Headcanons About Yan! Sanemi, Yan! Gyomei, Yan! Tengen and Yan! Rengoku About The S/O who is their Little Brother Calls Them Father.

How would they react to S/o Jumping to Give them a Hug and Tell. " Wow Dad! You're So Strong You Could Carry Me Your Arms Are So Strong!

Warnings: yandere behavior and platonic behavior; is not romantic!

A/N: this is such a cute idea 😩. Tysm for sending this in <3

Gyomei Himejima:

An immediate blush, then crying. He's so comforted by your words, especially by being his only last relative.

"Thank you so much, I don't deserve your kindness. You're too sweet for me."

It'll take a while for his tears to stop falling, but once he does quit being a crybaby, Gyomei is very taken back by your words, especially using the word 'Dad'.

From now on, you can have as many piggyback, handholding, and any type of picking-up motion by this giant.

For the next few days, he's spoiling you more: letting you buy all types of things, surprising you with items he necessarily wouldn't buy without help, or letting you come along with his training activities.

He secretly hopes that you'll call his 'dad' or some type of name. It makes me smile really big thinking about it.

Tengen Uzui:

He's taken back, staring at you like you said the weirdest thing ever. Though, within a second, you're thrown into his giant arms and squished to death by not only his muscles but his loud praises and yelling.

"Why of course! They're just for you! I'll pick you up whenever you want!"

And he takes that literally. Sometimes, you'll be walking around the house doing chores and all the sudden, he's whisking you off your feet because he 'heard you needed help'.

He's definitely bragging it to the other Hashiras; rubbing their face and considering himself to be the 'best father'.

With you using 'dad', he's expecting you to call him that at all times. And when you don't, Uzui gets pouty and whiny; asking if he did something to upset you.

You're already spoiled by him, but now? You're spoiled rotten. You can ask anything, even a golden bar or a pet snake – he'll make sure he gets it to you for being the world's best kiddo.

Kyojuro Rengoku:

Much like Uzui, he's taken back. But immediately smiling, his loud and confident attitude returning as his smile is real.

"I'm glad you see me as a dad! I'm more than happy to carry you whenever! Let's take a trip to get food, yes?"

Considering your home life and your shared father, he's really happy you see him as a father figure – especially infatuated with how strong he is.

He pinky promises you that no matter what time of the day, if you wanna be picked up, he'll make sure to hoist you up onto his shoulders.

Deciding if you wanna continue calling him father, he really doesn't mind it. He actually preferes it, but if you don't feel comfortable, he won't pressure you.

Another one to brag to everyone. Definitely runs up to Shinobu and Mitsuri, explaining the situation and laughing when they both smile in awe.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Fast food reader having a yandere manager/boss??

What type of shenanigans do they get to and why do I picture the yan manager calling in the reader to their office and when the reader comes in the manager is laying on their desk in a certain "draw me like one of your french girls" pose with a rose in their mouth??

Oh God. Please not today. Standing stationary at your post, you dread the upcoming encounter with the customers next in line. The duo whisper loudly to each other, one nudging the other as they glance over in your direction. You pick up some words of encouragement over the conversation you're currently involved in and are fairly certain the piece of paper in their hand is signed with a heart. Why do so many people think this is a good idea? You hand the customer their change and ponder whether it's too late to switch to retail as the next guests approach. The one holding the note goes first. They slide it across the counter.

"Hey, uh, I've seen you in here during my lunch breaks and was wondering if yo-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there. You're not even the fifth person who's given me their number this week. I'm not sure if you're one of the normal one or the kind who tries to stuff me in their car after I get off, but either way you should probably leave before my boss comes."

The customer looks dejected, but their friend steps in. "You didn't have to be such an ass about it."

"I'm only trying to warn you, and save myself the headache. They polish a hunting rifle in their office with the door wide open and I'm about sixty percent sure majority of the people on the missing persons board are the ones from this exact scenario. I'd ask if you want to order anything, but you should probably just leave. They're always watching the cameras."

"Gooood afternoon."

Well- You'll be able to sleep tonight knowing you did your best.

"I was just checking in on things, and happened to notice the line forming behind the two wastes of space who decided to harrass my favorite employee."

One of customers opens their mouth to speak, but your boss quickly shuts them down."

"Mmm, yeah, sorry- I hear you, but to be honest I don't really care. Here at this establishment, we always strive for customer satisfaction, but employee safety is the most important thing and to bother our most valued member means I don't have to abide by any rules. Moral or otherwise. Kindly get the fuck out of my store before I make you crawl out."

"I'll take this." Your Boss picks up the slip of paper and gives them their best customer service smile. "Have a nice day!"

That smile becomes just a tad genuine as the customers bolt for the door. Your boss turns to you, pulling you from your focus on the cash register as they check you for any damages. Besides the beginning of bags under your eyes, you're relatively okay. Their shoulders finally relax seeing you unharmed."

"Good. In perfect condition like always." They gently pat your cheek. "My office. Ten minutes. Don't worry about the ones you can get to."

Stocking shelves can't be much worse than this, right?

The ten minutes go by in what feels like ten seconds. The door is wide open when you arrive. Your boss has already added the note to their collection in a jar on their desk, a red line through the pages you could see. Your picture hangs on the wall in multiple frames marking you as employee of the month for years with no competition. According to coworkers, that award didn't even exist before you were hired.

You knock on the door frame. Your boss lifts their feet off the desk and shoves them underneath it along with their aforementioned weapon. They sweep the surface clean with the same rag they used to clean it as you approach and politely folds their hands as you take your seat.

"Y/n, what a pleasant surprise! What brings you to my cozy neck of the woods?"

"You called me here."

"Well - yes, but I like to think we're closer than that. Like family. Heads of the household if you will. I understand most of your time here has been manning the register, but with all this attention you've been getting I think we should move you somewhere else. I'm not jealous or anything..."

They crack a guilty smile." Well, maybe a smidge, but this is mostly for your own good. Something like keeping eye on the stock or working the fryers... Maybe even something as simple as, oh I don't know- coming home with me and letting me take care of your every need."

You think over your choices. That cafe down the street is probably hiring.

[ryo-kaikura]

Part 1

Yan Sub ftm OC x dom killer male reader x Yan Sub ftm OC

OC :Duri and Saru

Reader is 27 and OC's are 22

cw: killing, cnc, obsessive

I don't really know how to do this but ok

Duri's POV

O my fucking God, I didn't think this was gonna happen. I mean I was paid like $10,000 just to be here but I didn't know this was the house of a killer. At first when we got here nobody was in the house but then the owner came in and we wanted to knock him out so we can steal stuff but when he came in he help a knife and was dripping wet with blood.

All of a sudden, he was chasing us and got Chris and Marisa, then I hid in this bedroom and I can hear him coming. What can I do, I haven't even gotten a boyfriend yet T_T.

3rd POV

Damn these kids, ruining your furniture and shit. You know one of them is in my bedroom so you went there. Wow what a pretty boy such a same he broke into your hou- "wai-wait, sir please don't kill me I'll do anything please, I'l- I'll even give my body for you" "You mean you'll get fucked by me and I let you live?" "yes" "Alright, been pent up for months without a good fuck"

Without warning you threw him to your bed and took of your clothes and it seems he's eager too seeing how he's trying so hard to remove one button. After you removed your clothes and went to the bed and tore his clothes that took way too long. Now he's left in his -panties? Huh. Well would you look at that he has a pussy. "The name you'll be screaming is (name) got it" With a nod you continue

After making it wet enough you went in and God "god you're a virgin aren't you with pussy this tight and a lil blood on my cock you were a virgin" He can't even answer putting in your cock must've been heaven for him. "Oh yeah what's your name" "Oh-MHnn" You slap his ass "answer me slut" "Du- OoOh- ri" " Ok duri guess you're going to be my bitch till I get bored of you" Fucking hell this is the best cunt I had in month. After cumming like three time in him and him squirting and cumming like 20 times plus he looked so out of it you get back to killing two more of the kids, how you know well you asked you bitch how many friends he brought with him.

After searching for 5 minutes you found a girl well she was screeching so you killed her.

After 20 minutes of searching you got tired and wanted to get you new toy in your car.

And would you look at that, the last person was trying to get Duri to get up and leave. So you knocked him out, pick Duri up, put a vibrating dick toy in him and put it on low, tie up his hands, and go back for the last target.

And again another kid that wanted to get fucked by you. And another pussy boy. Seeing as there is no harm to let out more of that pent up cum you strip him till he has no more clothes, make him wet and fuck him till he's oversimulated cumming hard and got is he tight. After a while you're done with him but decided to just leave him there, you then figured out his name is Saru from his ID and that he own an infamous information place so you put you number in his phone then fuck his mouth and take a pic with it. You then leave him a check to a house then give him some of your old clothes then leave with your new toy struggling with a toy stuck in his pussy giving him minimal stimulation.

After getting tot he new house, you got him of and in the dead of the night you fuck him while getting inside your new house with all your trained maid and Butlers. The next day you gave duri an afterpill and put in something to prevent pregnancy.

On the other side of the country, after Saru woke up he was sad you didn't take him with you. Originally Saru told those idiots to break into this house then when you killed them all he can make you fuck him then you would have kept him but that boy took his place. But he's fine with not being your stress reliever because of the picture of your dick and the video of you cock going into his pussy and you fucking his mouth, god he's already cumming.

Oh, (name) this won't be the last time we fuck and next time we'll be together till we both die~

[respectthepetty]

ALERT ALERT!!! TAIWAN REQUEST ASK INCOMING!!!

Please can you recommend to me your top 5 Taiwan BLs? I saw you posting about a few and wanted to know when you would recommend please?! is it always enemies to lovers?

Thank you in advance colour genius!

WHY ARE THESE ASKS ONLY GETTING HARDER?! First, y'all wanted my Top GMMTV actors, then it was Top GMMTV pairs, and now you are coming for my heart and soul with my

Top Five Taiwanese BLs!

That's like making me decide who is my favorite Backstreet Boy (it's Kevin) or telling me to choose my favorite child. I don't have kids, but I feel this is very similar. I love all of them equally for different reasons. Taiwanese BLs are my favorites because they have the best parents, high heat, some (but not all) enemies-to-lovers, and serve domestic bliss, so forcing me to pick between them is painful.

But I'll do it!

However, I'm gonna finesse my way into having more than five, yet still only technically giving you five.

The Ones That Couldn't Be Considered:

First, I will not count HIStory 4: Close to You in this list because it is my favorite BL. Period. It is not fair to these other BLs that they can't be a strategic hot ass mess with the gusto that my beloved HIS 4 had.

Next, Oh No! Here Comes Trouble isn't a BL, so I can't count it, but it was queer to me. I watched it for Your Name Engraved Herein's Tseng Ching-hua, but when Guang Yan said "This comic is not only about my high school life, but also about my heart," their love became canon for me, and I knew I wasn't moving past this show. When I write my book If You Just Don't Wanna Admit It's Queer, That's On You, the masses will see exactly what was there all along.

I can't include Red Balloon because, quite simply, I don't remember it well enough since I watched it when it was released in 2017, but I still feel it in my heart, you know? Edward Chen, the opposite lead in Your Name Engraved Herein, and Jason Tauh of HIStory 5: Love in the Future were the younger leads, so if Gagaoolala brings it back, I'll watch it again to see how they have both evolved.

I can't put my finger on why I won't include DNA Says I Love You, but I think it's because I don't classify it as a BL, yet I don't know why I don't classify it as a BL because it is a BL. It is! But . . . I don't know bruv. Either way, it's slow but good!

See You After Quarantine?'s entire runtime is a little over an hour. That's one episode of a Thai BL! It's cute, quick, and creative, but I cannot use up a spot on an eighty-minute series even though it was good. I'm sorry boys, I'll see you after my Hot Tops!

The Ones That Made the List:

#5 - About Youth

I hate singing, but the songs (and singing) in this series were GOOD, so much so that I still listen to the theme song. The characters (except Ye Guang's shitty parents) were also good, but Ray was my favorite. It was just serious enough to not seem trivial but was still light and enjoyable, and Xu Qi Zhang's mom and pink Converse deserve some appreciation.

#4 - Be Loved in House: I Do

That argument in the street that spilled over into the office the next day is one of my top five fights! In case you haven't watched it, Real got upset because he believed everyone was hiding a relationship from him, so Shi Lei called him out on his hypocrisy since they were basically in a relationship yet hiding it. Real misunderstood, but that made Shi Lei more upset which lead to him screaming at Real in the office asking if he even thought about them as a couple. Then Shi Lei's mother and that coming out scene! AND THE FLOOR SCENE! So many amazing scenes. So little space.

#3 - We Best Love

Although I prefer No. 1 For You, it goes hand-in-hand with Fighting Mr. 2nd, so I'm counting them as one for this list. The second part gave us the office slap heard around the world, and that superb drunken confession, but the first portion really delivered a cohesive story about pseudo enemies-to-lovers that had satisfying pacing and great side characters. The show also had color coding, so if it weren't for the promise of a third season that has yet to be delivered, that time jump and the reasoning for the separation, it would have been No. 1 For Me.

#2 - My Tooth, Your Love

As soon as Jin Xun An said he knew a good therapist, it was over for these other BLs. Jin Xun An is such an adult and does not have time for tomfoolery, which pushed Bai Lang to grow. A majority of BLs openly express that one of the leads is a mess from trauma, yet gives the message that the other person should and will love them regardless. Not this BL! Jin Xun An said he would love Bai Lang through it, but he didn't allow Bai Lang to treat him like poo or make excuses for his behavior while kindly pushing Bai Lang to treat himself as seriously and as gently as Jin Xun An did. Oh, and the side couple was intriguing as well.

#1 - HIStory 3: Trapped & HIStory ?: Freed

You notice how all the other couples on this list are right next to each other, probably holding each other likely in bed? NOT THESE TWO! Mis tóxicos fell in love in the woods while handcuffed to each other after running away from their kidnappers while Kinn was still dating Tawan and Porsche was sexing up customers behind the bar (KinnPorsche). Mis tóxicos were not trusting each other, yet willing to fuck while Dr. Bun was still in the big city and Tan wasn't even on his radar (Manner of Death). I'm not making a comparison; I'm making a statement that this show changed me and what I now crave from other shows. If a man isn't willing to kill for his guy AND possibly kill his guy too, then is it really love? I have demanded for FOUR YEARS that my boy Tang Yi be released, and one of these days, Taiwan will deliver us what we all deserve -

HIStory 15: Freed WHEN?

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Day of devotion: Pride and Arrogance 

(late valentines day special)

Yan! Capitano x Wife! Reader

Tags: Pudding(smut), attempted arson, attempted murder, unhealthy relationships, Yandere, majority kinda fluff of sorts don't take it too seriously...

Minors DO NOT interact

"yeaaaah she's fucked."- Falaila

 

He's PISSED.

Here he is, at the dinner table, alone. Normally you'd be here for a few minutes late, but now with that thing occupying your waking moments. It has been more than two months since the day of charity that you've gotten the vexatious object!

"Has she gotten dressed yet?" Without looking at the maid next to him, she replied.

"No, Lord Harbinger Capitano. My Lady still requests to extend her time in bed." Exasperated, he stood up and began his day with another cold meal.

As of now, he needs to burn that thing and bury it in the backyard or better yet, just toss the ashes in the raging waters of Inazuma. But how to get your attention away from it for a good while?

At a sharp turn from his hallway, he couldn’t help but listen in to the conversation of two maids.

"Did he finally ask you out on the Day of devotion????" 

"more like I ask him out. But yeah, I got it in the bag!" 

"What is it this time? Skating? Picnicking-?"

"Uh, yeah totally not fishing, hahaha..." 

Capitano thought of an ingenious plan, but that will continue once he gets home after giving a notice he’ll be off for a certain day.

Presumably you're still in bed. So he kicked the door open and proudly announced.

"Dove, get dressed, we're going out." He tossed some clothes at your face once you sat up.

Looking a bit miffed, that your cuddling session was disturbed by him. Your hair is still in a mess, your eyes are a little unfocused while hugging the damnable life-size rodent that's native to Natlan. "But, I don't want to. Go find someone else." You said before looking at the clothes presented to you and noticed something odd about it.

"Where's the rest of it?" This sweater does little to no protection against the cold with the missing cloth at the back, and you need to wear a bra to go out.

"Just wear it." It's amazing how much guts he has to tell you this.

Your eye glanced from the sweater to him. “How much did you pay for it?”

“Business expense, don’t worry about it.” He huffed.

Dropping the scandalous sweater to the ground. "No thanks, no thank you, good night!" You pulled the sheets over your head and went back to sleep. Unfortunately for you, he got it all off in one forceful tug of his arm. Making you shiver from the sudden cold.

Getting off the bed and standing up, still wearing your cute pajamas, though he knows whenever you sleep back at warm deserts of-. 

"Hey! Its freezing cold here, especially if you live in the bum fuck of nowhere." his thoughts were snapped back when he heard you protest again.

Capitano sighed from his helmet, "Dove, you are my wife, at least go out with me once in a while.”

Crossing your arms, with a evidence of a frown present, "I'll go, as long as you let me sleep in a separate bedroom-"  

"Request denied." He immediately rejected you, he won’t let you out of his sight so long you’re bound with him.

"What, why?!" Now your hands curl into a fist and rest on your waist.

He started to give a reason, "What if someone were to attack you in your sleep and I wasn’t there?" That is a possibility given you are now connected to someone as powerful as Capitano himself.

"I'm a light-sleeper, I can take care of myself." You proclaimed.

He doubts that, since often or not, after the third month you've been having difficulty waking up as early as six. And besides, sleeping next to you has been the best time to get to know you better ironically…

"You wouldn't last too long alone in a room." Capitano knows because you've been cuddling and or laying on top of him like a house cat and scurry away once you awaken and complain he was the one occupying the space.

"I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself." That phrase he said gave you terrible vibes and you don’t know why.

Now his options are getting exhausted,"Just get dressed please, I heard there is a new store that opened up that might interest you." 

"Yea- no." You shook your head once you heard him, knowing what might happen.

"what do you mean no?"

With a straight face you reminded him, "Remember the last time you dragged me out?"

"He deserved it." He defends himself. Another puff of air leaving your nose before cloaking yourself in the blanket.

"Capitano, he was just staring at nothing!” Another thing you were wondering, with how much you two buttheads he didn’t want to divorce.

"Guess that new bakery would have to wait…” That stopped your tracks.

“Alright, get out.” Not wanting to explain yourself as your hands now started to push him out of the room so you could get changed.

Bewildered, Capitiano gave you a confused stare as you struggled to even budge him from the spot.

Another dead stare aimed at him, "Do you want me to go with you or not?”

Wordlessly, he instantly complied. Knowing you're a person of your word.

Out of the Manor, it was hard to adjust even with a year worth of living in this ruthless snow.

Sister Franny from last time has invited Capitano and you to attend the day of devotion. The long table meant for sharing with others, musicians preparing the songs to be played.

And just like on the day of Charity, you are allowed to injure some of the participants to fight over chocolates and such.

Though you didn't join in for too long due to you being 'too in character' or whatever that means.

"Is it just me, or have Snezhnaya and Natlan swapped roles?" You address your thoughts out loud as your spouse's armor clinked against the pavement. Not wanting to make eye contact with him, though the red scarf that linked you to him proved to be quite troublesome to you as it nearly made you choke from the restriction and wide distance from each other.

"The head Priest Oliver had made arrangements for this particular festivity. He had hoped it would lean to more athletic couples to be included." He said, though he had pulled some strings to get the schedule as it is. It wasn't easy.

Your face scrunched up in dis-amusement, "You and I are not a thing." 

And yet that mental image from the last festival burned into Capitano’s mind. Though, you couldn't remember the scandalous deeds and words that you had given to him. He wouldn't mind if you would dress up a bit to his liking and act more proper around others.  He supposed this would have to be somewhat satisfactory, for now. Especially when you were so compliant if he mentioned any of your favorites.

The battle-hardened couple were frustrated at least in your perspective, to love someone who has taken you forcibly is one of the difficult things when it comes to the clash-oriented rules that were made.

You still remembered the ever bubbling volcanoes of your homeland, ironically. Capitano is the only thing that could ever remind you of who you once were, a proud child of Natlan.

Glancing up at the figure that towers over you, the eye felt noticeably irritating.

In turn you scratch it through the eyepatch, yet Capitano’s gloved hand grabs yours. “You’ll make it worse,”  He warns, leans a bit, pulling back the scarf that connects you both, making you gag.

“Eech-! Mind your own fucking business.” Visibly irked, you took back your arm from him and faced away to rub your eye. “This is your fault,” Technically it is, but at the sametime it isn’t? But hey you two were fighting, it was bound to happen. “Let’s just leave.” Grumbling while your hand seemed to respond to him when he tried to touch your shoulder, by rejecting his gesture.

“Can’t do that, Dove.” He replied with the same monotonous as if you were just another soldier in his eyes. 

“The dance is starting.” As if on cue he pulled you over to him and now noticing the thrills of the stringed instruments.

Giving him a glare before you both were pulled into the rather floral winter-like festival dance floor… And it was like a dumpster fire. You were bumping into nearly everyone there, accidentally or not stepping on your husband’s feet while you’re at it.

“Pah…” Vexed by the event, you tried to storm off though didn’t go too far due to the scarf that’s tied neatly to your neck.

You could tell his patience is wearing thin, yet something is stopping him from doing so…

“Let’s just stop this foolishness.” Voicing your jaded frustrations to him.

Oh, how he envies the figurative rose that was placed between your lips. Thorns that pressed against the gums of your teeth, yearning to swoop in to steal a kiss from you, he just couldn’t get enough of it!

All he gave is a resounding, “No.” 

No? No? No? no?  nonononononononononono-!

The first time you admitted defeat on your own terms, this was getting too much even for you. Everything felt so useless, you tried everything!  From poisoning his meals, sabotaging his weaponry, including earlier this morning when he asked you to pass the salt you threw a fork next to his head. To his surprise you still have near excellent accuracy. And that shit annoys you to no end with how he seems calm about the chaos around him when he’s with you.

“And who's going to stop me, tin-can?” You huffed, the warmth of your breath can be seen in the form of a puff.

All you got from him is a hum, before he tore away your frock from your body. The chills took an imminent effect on your unadjusted body, so you tried to take it back.

You two had strayed too far away from the event that the red scarf had loosen on your neck letting you have freedom to move around.

One step back, two steps onward. Feet pranced around, as the frock kept being stolen by each other yet this is no ordinary activity to sauntered. Some took notice of the heated tango that garnered.

Entranced, from their fist throws to the natural twirls of the lady that was caught in a sudden trust fall to gain her coat back and groom to catch and fight for the object.

“See, you can dance.” Capitano chuckles, he swears he could feel himself perspire under his garb. His heart set aflame, not an ember but a swirling magma that bubbles with desire.

One, and two, and three, turn around. The pace started to pick up, as you tried to charge at him but he gave you a boost to jump over him. His wound still aches from that first duel you and him had, just look at you two. Two clashing yet make the most harmonious shows!

He is already well aware that he's underneath your spell, so if you're smelling something. It is most likely his burning need for you.

It soon ended with him taking a swift tug at your arm to pull you in a sweet embrace. You could smell that hint of cologne he patted on his skin along with ink and sun.

You were on your tippy toes even though he leaned down to reach your height. His throat rumbled as he started to whisper soft incoherent words into your ear. In contrast to what he usually portrays himself, he is showing it to you. Your arms locked behind him, words began to have their conflict within you to how to respond to him.

Though what he didn’t expect or rather he should expect is you trying to set him on fire using his scarf and your electro vision. Of course, that wouldn’t end there…

So here you are sitting in a love seat in a hybrid hotel-cafe.. Thing, the malibu pink coated walls greeted them with red heart like designs. Looking around to see one person having a date with one of the teddy bears which is as big as Capitano while being surrounded by couples having their time… Happy day of devotion..? 

Once again, your (only) good eye rolled to see the man in armor who merely huffs. In his arm is a bag full of assorted chocolates that was given to him as compensation- well out of pity and the ruined scarf. And in another, holding your wrist like you’re a child trying to get away from him.

Capitano had left you at a table to get your order, it was boring just sitting on a love chair with a big bear next to you…

Hugging the stuffie gave you a bit of comfort. Though was disturbed again by the jealous bastard's cough.

Facing him, who has the order in his hands. "Enjoying that stuffie's company?" he sounded annoyed when he saw you in the arms of that toy.

"Pipe it, it's so boring in here." you whine before he handed you the cookies you wanted. To be honest you deserve cookies and sweet treats but, how did he know? You're sure as hell didn't do anything to him. Nor did you tell your personal maid about this fact.

Capitano, sat down next to you. With the bear right between you two.

It was awkward but you noticed that the filling in the sandwiched cookie was more or less quadruple in size compared to the normal ones you've seen and eaten.

taking a bite of it causes you to chew slower, the taste bewildered you. Looking at the menu that was over there at the sign that said ' Free Mega cookies for couples that ordered a room.', "The cream just overfilled my mouth… Do they really not have the regular or the double stuffed cookies?" You looked up at him.

"Sorry, they only have the Mega stuffed cookies." Capitano apologized before picking up the cup of coffee he bought for himself. Adding to your confusion, why is he drinking coffee so late in the afternoon.

Your thoughts dismissed it once you assumed he was just going to work at night once you two got home.

" I think I'm going to be sick if I finish the second one.." You said honestly as you ate the whole piece. This is definitely not good for you, it's making your stomach bubble out of fear? For what? Is it laced with poison?!

"Don't you dare spit it, I paid money for that cookie." He says, sure he paid for it.

Grumpily you still chewed on the next cookie, you could feel your taste buds hating you for it.

Soon a server came over with a different tray of cookies, a bottle and two already poured wine glasses.

"I didn't order any of these." Capitano says looking at the short waitress with long hair.

"Another customer has paid for you for this set." She replied

"By who?"

"your friend over there with that red hair." She stepped aside to show and pointed at the two people at a table waving at him to come over.

"I'll be back." Capitano says before leaving to go check on those two.

The waitress had already left to attend to other matters, so you took a peek at the wine glasses and noticed something, "That jerk, getting more than me…” and so you swapped drinks.

Your husband came back after your third mega cookie and took a sip of his beverage. He made a surprised hiccup "-e… excuse me..!" Adding an apology. You really think it's adorable- SHUT, You aren't falling for him!

"So this is the Tsundere cookie I've been hearing all about…" He says making the plate spin a bit.

"I want to play a game with you, dove. They say there's at least two spicy cookies hidden in fifteen others. If one of us gets the spicy cookie they lose." So a less dangerous version of a typical roulette.

Subconsciously, your mouth started to move on its own, "I'm not too good with spicy du- food- I said food!" You could feel him raising an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks became warm for a bit.

Taking a deep breath you faced him, "if you got the spicy cookie, and had a ring of fire in the bathroom. You have to let me have my own room." You naive little 'trophy wife' tried to joke and brush this off.

You couldn't believe he was going to be serious with this one time humor, " if you got one of the two cookies, you and I will have a little 'chat'." He prompts his arm at the table and leans his helmet on his palm.

"A chat?" You seem skeptical about this, especially the bad feeling you felt earlier.

"Has the chills of Snezhnaya gotten to your brain, woman?" His deep voice, and how he rolled his r's might be enough to make your brain go haywire.

Capitano had taken your silence and a nod as a yes before taking a cookie off the tray and ate it in one go. It was a safe cookie

It was your turn, taking one from the edge and taking a bite of it. The tiny cookie tasted sweet yet sour. It actually tasted pretty good that you picked one more for yourself and gave another to Capitano before eating yours.

Capitano did not hesitate to take the one you were giving to him, eating it. He made consecutive hums in curiosity.. 

"hmm?" You hummed at him as you took a bite of yours. "you say sum thin?"

He started to cough before he downed a whole wine glass in his hand.

You laughed in victory before popping in another cookie, "Ha! I won!" you said just as you took a bite and felt something off. That proud smile on your face had been wiped away and formed into pursed lips so you could try and deny Capitano of the new outcome.

"Swallow it, dove." He placed his hand on your shoulder, you're scared. Shaking your head 'no' afraid of what might happen.

Though in the end you did swallow the once sweet cookie that coated your taste buds in odd spice. Washing the taste away with the wine that was offered earlier. "Good." Feeling his patronizing smile through his words.

“You said you could handle a little bit of heat…” He let out a chortle as you glared at him.

After dinner, you couldn't help but be anxious now that Capitano had downed at least three glasses of wine while you only had one. 

So you tried to sneak away but he saw you. "Where are you going?"

"uh… the bathroom….?"  You stuttered, the married huntress. Not making eye contact with him as your vision seemed to spin a bit.

"Then let me accompany you." He offered, standing up.

"No thanks!" Immediately you tried to get away from him.

The armor wearing man pulled you closer to him that you were sitting on his lap. Arms hold you gently in an embrace as you squirm letting the bear fall on the ground, forgotten.

"Why are you so afraid like I'm going to eat you whole?" He doesn't sound sad, but this hug made you think otherwise.

Without thinking, you shrug off his hug and make a run for it upstairs.

"You can't hide from my love, dove." You could hear his calm steps closing in. Out of panic, you went into a room with the door that was open.

The room is as lavish as Capitano's master bedroom. You heard a click from behind and saw your husband locking the door closed.

"I told you, you couldn't get away from me." He repeated as he went over to you, towering your figure

"Meap …!” is all you could say as you surrendered to tonight's fate.

Meanwhile outside a little waitress had arrived at their door, giggling to herself as she added a do not disturb sign on the knob before walking away.

In the morning, you both had woken up late. Eating at the first floor with your husband who didn't seem to remember what happened.

"I thought you hate tea?” he asked curiously. Noticing that scent of tea leaf juice.

“... A waitress recommended it. And said I should drink it a few more times.” You lied, you just asked for a certain herb and sure enough it's just there.

Sighing to yourself, “I don’t have enough energy to deal with you right now and just stop staring, please?” knowing he has a lot of questions and you don't want to explain.

Thankfully he agreed, but you have to tell him one of these days and you dread it.

 R18 TIME MINORS DO NOT PROCEED!!!!

Back curving away from the mattress as Capitano kept your hips up against his face, feeling his wet muscle lapping up your labia. Occasionally, he enters either his finger or tongue which sends you in a spazzing sensation, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tries to push him off you.

You could feel your cheeks warming up as tears started to be produced from his act. Legs started to tremble and wanted to lean down on the bed. But earned a sharp sting on your buttcheek from doing so.

"Asshole…" You groaned from the impact from his hand.

He merely gave a hearty chuckle before pulling your thighs toward him, tugging you closer, making your hand grasp onto the pillow like your life depends on it.

" Where's…(hic). Where's all that tough talk from earlier, hmm? Getting all worked up for me." Even when he's drunk, he still manages to tease you.

Rough scarred hands made its way to your chest, kneading and groping you through the salacious suggestion of the dress he provided.

" You two-face son of a- ah!" Another lewd noise escapes your lips. Your hand that was on his head tried to push him away from you, though rendered useless as he drew out another orgasm from you making a mess that's pooling underneath.

"Rather cheeky coming from a slut like you." he had hovered over you. his vice-like grip still on your ankles.

"what are you-? Ow!" He pinned your legs next to your head.

Letting out a whine as he manhandles you to his liking. Your wet puffy cunt on display for him to view.

Twitching and writhing under his touch as he began to tease that little nub above your slit.

"Who knew I have such a whorish wife." he commented when he noticed your pussy flexing.

"You jerk, I hate you!" You could feel your cheeks getting warmer and your core aching for him. Even when you took a glance down at his lower half, you could see his member. Standing up and leaking with precum.

Eyes couldn't stop staring at a certain spot, heart thumping in excitement. " Getting a little presumptuous?" Feeling that shit-eating grin, you started to cuss at his face.

" You mother fuck-" Suddenly only using one hand to keep your legs still, his free hand coated with your juices shoved his two digits in your mouth.

"I only have so much patience for you, darling." His fingers started to toy around your tongue, making you have a taste of his handiwork.

'IS HE REALLY DRUNK?!' "mmmn…!?" Parting your lips open, he pressed the wet muscle.

"There you go… Let master help do the work for you." Eye narrowing at him as you shivered in pleasure. Glancing down at the lower regions, is him grinding on your entrance.

"You've been a real… naughty one, trying to set me on fire…" He's still pissed at that, yet only a twinkle of amusement remains present in his tone.

"You have to make it up to me, you know." He purred before teasing you with the tip of his member against your hole. 

Your eyes give a pleading stare, out of lust? Fear? You aren't so sure anymore.

"You're mine, dove… My sweet _____." He sighed lovingly as he gave a few more teasing thrusts before entering. Leaning so close that you clung to him for support. Tears fell down as you felt him brushing against your g-spot.

His hand let go of your mouth before his hands focus on holding your legs, occasionally groping your chest or nuzzling against your neck.

For this one night, you could just forget about being who you were, and just enjoy. At least that's what your mind seems to suggest.

Orgasm after another, he doesn't seem to get tired… you were truly at his mercy. And who knows, maybe this might happen again…

Soon enough, you were sure you might get knocked up after the first time he came inside. Might as well play into his game…

[mellowwillowy]

Omg i love your work😭😭 especially Yulian he's crazy but he's sooo sweet🥹 and you write him so well fr

I was wondering how'd he react if his darling decides that they wanna break up with him / get a divorce,, or they start to feel like he's hiding something from them which causes them to doubt him. But I feel like he would 100% gastlight them first.

Chances of divorce in Utopia is 0 honey :)

But let's talk about Dystopia.

Yan! Lawyer Husband - GN Spouse Reader

Yes, Yulian will corner the fuck out of you mentally as much as he hates it. He should have picked up on the signs earlier and yet he paid no mind to it until you exploded, again.

The reason was simple, you doubted him.

It all started from a suspicion of his absence, the rumors circulating around him and the voice in your head yelling you to leave him.

'That man is no good! Leave him before it's too late again!'

"Where were you dear?"

"Duty called dear. I'm sorry for leaving you alone for a long time yeah?"

"I asked everyone around and they told me that you were absent for the 5 days. Where were you if you were not in the court nor your office?"

Yulian didn't expect you to bother questioning around, mentally adding another note to bribe everyone next time.

"I was visiting another place, the client did not like leaving his curb so I had to visit him myself, I'm sorry I didn't notify you earlier dear."

Yulian's hand creeped into your cheek, caressing it gently while giving you an apologetic smile. The smile that always makes you shrug all your doubts and worries away.

But not today.

"This is not the first time this has happened, Yulian."

Yulian jolted. You were glaring at him. The face that he rarely sees from you, the face that he never expected to see from you. You.

"Dear?"

'You know right? This man right here is nothing but a swindler!'

"Why do you always lie to me?"

'How many secrets has he hidden from you? Better yet, why is he keeping you in the dark?'

"Always, always, always lying. I had enough of you, Yulian. This is not the first I have confronted you and this is not the first out of your many lies that I haven't confronted you about."

'Stay away from him.'

"I want a divorce."

'Run.'

"Di... vorce?"

Yulian's face darkened. A face you had never seen before.

"Divorce?"

"Yes."

'Run!'

Yulian sat down, his eyes traveling toward anywhere but you. He took in a shaky breath before exhaling it in fury. No, it was not directed at you. It was directed at himself for being slow and dumb. A fool no less.

"I'll have Aava packed my stuffs today. I will hand you the papers for you to sign later." You paid no mind to his slumped figure, leaving him.

"No..." Yulian stopped you in your track, his hand holding your wrist tightly. "Don't leave me alone again."

"Is it not supposed to be directed at you instead?"

Yulian winced. You were right but he was right as well. What should he do? What should he do?

What he should do.

"Dear..." Yulian stood up to his feet, "don't you think you are being a bit too hasty?"

"Wha-?"

"Over something so menial," he knew he shouldn't word it like that, "I was trying my best you know? I tried my best to wrap up everything quickly but I just can't not attend to duties such as this."

He was driving you into the corner again.

"If this is the same word game you are playing with me then it's not working on me anymore."

"No, this is the truth we are talking about," Yulian's hand cupped your cheek, "I know you have it hard, but I too, am troubled from it. Do you perhaps view me as an irrespobsible man who leaves his spouse because he feels like it?"

What?

'Run, leave him, just leave him!'

"Have you always viewed me like that dear? I can't fathom how you... thought of me like that even just for the slightest."

Was it not supposed to be the other way around?

"You, you are the one who always thinks of me like that!"

"How could you even say that?"

How could you even say that to me then?

'Stop listening to him!'

Yulian's hands clasped your ears, his face close to yours.

"How could you even think of something so shallow?"

'ADAMMMMMMM!!!!'

"Have you never even considered my love to be real just even for once?"

You don't feel like thinking anymore. You don't feel like listening to them both anymore.

"Don't worry dear, I'll make sure to ease those doubts away. Just listen to me and everything will be alright."

'Do----'

Yes, that sounds just right. Right?

"How about you take those pills first?"

Yes, they always calm you down.

[mytalemyworld]

Song Yan: I can guarantee I'll be good to you. I'll be good to you everyday. I'll never betray you nor neglect you. I'll try my best to create a better life for you. I can't guarantee if I am good enough to meet the requirements of you and your family. I know it's hard for you. I know if we're really being together, you'll have to suffer. I understand. But you have to stop coming into my life like this. Be together or never see each other. Make a decision.

This show give me all the angst I need. (For the fluff, I trust King The Land. But I am a hopeless case, seeking for something that can make my heart ache) And until this point it had been going very well even with some additions that don't happen in the source novel. I was okay with the changes because they suited the story and made the show more emotional.

But then...After this scene, I don't know why, they chose to go down a different path and lost the perfect opportunity to give us a deeper emotional aspect. We watched a bunch of filler episodes then they decided to go back to the source again but I felt like it wasn't a good pay-off for it. What a huge disappointment.

This scene was seriously good, don't get me wrong. It's one of my favorites both in the novel and the show. The extra shot to the boiling porridge was a nice detail. They tried to give many little things, the characters showed their vulnerability and mindset clearly...so a turning point very much for them and for the viewers. After this, I needed to see/watch the emotional turbulance, because this was implied before, no, not implied, said by the character himself.

"Some wounds, when I was young I took a hit, I was fine, and recovered quickly, but if it happens again at this age, it will be fatal."

The thing they didn't show in the show but happened in the novel is that her being silent here seriously ruined him. He became more depressed. The man who is a responsible firefighter got drunk for the first time after her silent rejection despite the fact that he might be called for an emergency mission at any time.

But he didn't blame her. He knew her so well and still defended her against his cousin. In the show this conversation between the cousins happened during a breakfast in a very normal way.

Sigh.

Zhai Miao: Didn't you say it would be better not to see each other? Then don't. Song Yan: But she came.

Also I don't know why they didn't show the importance of this line. It was a critical point to understand why he can forgive her despite everything she did.

As long as she comes back to him and shows what she feels, he is ready to take a step towards her. Because this is their dynamic. It started when she chose to go with her brother at the skate park. The next day she went to him and insisted that she would stay with him and he silently accepted her apology in the novel. The same scene was shown in the beginning of the episode but they didn't show what happened the next day part and we never got an explanation about how they were reconciled later. I mean, to me, this is so important to understand ML's mindset and feelings about her. They have had such a weird relationship from the very beginning and some scenes should be helpful not confusing.

End of the rant, I guess. I'll continue watching it, because like I said, they give me good kind of angst and the plot still has potential. Also I look forward to watching how my other favorite parts of the novel will be adapted.

[heartfullofleeches]

Imagine Miller doing a subbathon with yan chat except instead of donating bits to keep the stream going, they’re donating bits to see Y/n. Y/n is just sitting there next to Miller reading a book or something whilst they play a game and anytime the counter runs out because chat didn’t donate Miller juts kinda, throws a blanket over them or something until someone donates

A shadow appears outside your tent.

"Mind if I come in? Looks so cozy from here I might not leave.. Ow, ow, shit- not again." Setting up for the stream, Miller pokes their head through the curtains of your enclosure to attach a mic piece to a hanging frame, cerulean dreads snagging on the velcro latch in the midst of their playful banter. They mutter expletives, since as they tear their locks free. They crawl inside the tent and tap the mic overhead where you lay with a book in your lap and surrounded by a small library filled with more novels and other items needed for the duration of your stay. When Miller told you they'd be pulling out all the stops for your new corner - they meant it.

The whole idea for the space came when they discovered the very foundation for it online. They had mindlessly scrolling through various forums looking for ideas to make their room feel more of a home for you when they came across a frame for a floor bed fashioned in the design of a small house. It went in their cart that second and on their doorstep a day later. After gutting one side of their floor and setting the bed up, Miller fit it with your favorite sheets and pillows. They strung up mood lights and installed shelves into the walls for your trinkets. By the time they were done, the area was more decked out than their entire apartment. A fair act given who it was for. You warmed up to it well enough and that's all they could ever ask.

Miller grabs the remote for the lights and turns them up. "Quiet read in the dark unless you want eyesight somehow worse than mine." Their voice softens the closer they get until their lips graze your cheek. "You good to start?"

"Mmm...." You pull the blanket trapped beneath their knees over your lap. "Now I am."

Miller smiles. "Good. Remember, just turn off the cameras if you can't handle the attention. There's one there, there, and obviously here-" They point around the room, stopping on the front facing camera of your laptop. "And you have my card if you want order something to eat while we're live. I'll check on you in about an hour. Be good."

Miller nabs the pillow cushioning your elbow and lightly smacks your knee with it before backing out of the tent. They place it behind their neck as they sit down at their desk and adjust their headphones over their ears. Waking their monitors up, they find the feeds from your cameras on one and the scheduled stream on the other. Right before they tune in, Miller presses a kiss to the pads of their fingers and places it on the screen where you sat. The curtains draw back.

"Saw that!"

Miller hushes you, wiping the snicker off their face as the stream goes live. "Hey, guys. As some of you may know if you follow the community page, we have a special stream today."

They eyes the chat as you get comfortable. You yawn, laying on your side with your book in hand.

[I'll take your entire stock.]

[So glad I got paid yesterday. How are they so freaking cute?!]

[If someone gives a certain amount can they read to us too???]

[Alexa, what's my location]

"Your first mistake is thinking I'd have one of those things. Your second is not realizing we plan on moving every two years. You can watch them all you want, but it's best you remember Y/n is my partner. Cross any boundaries and I will take them away just as easily as I have shown them off to you.... but I'll still send pictures from the wedding!... Baby, you doing okay?

You hold your finger over your laptop's camera, reading the flood of messages and donations from your phone. "They absolutely hate when I do this.... but I think it works in our favor."

[tatatatatara]

In a mood for cringey tonight so I'll introduce you my Neighbor AU for HouTata. I have this one since 2021 and it's one of my most complete one but it's uh... weird and long so I'm kinda embarrassed talking about it.

Basically it's a non-ghoul AU with Houji and Tatara as neighbors. Details under the cut!

- Tatara just moved next to Houji's house with his cat, Bao. She's a 2 years old female cat that belongs to Yan, but Yan gave her to Tatara to keep him company. She's slender, smart and very well-behaved. She never steals anyone's food or leaves the house to follow male cats. That's why she was Yan/Chi She Lian's darling and they were quite sad to let her go with Tatara.

- Houji also has a white 6 years old cat, the name is Mochi. He's related to Maris Stella and was given to him by Kureo. Houji was reluctant at first but now the cat is his precious baby and he will do anything for him. With Houji's extensive care and lots of luxurious food, Mochi grows quite fat. And he's actually quite mischievous but he still acts nicely in front of Houji so he still thinks Mochi is an angel.

Illustration: Mochi and Bao

- Anyways, Mochi's favorite past time is breaking into other people's house and secretly wreak havoc, something he can't do at his house. Bao is mad at this so she sneak into Houji's house to break things too

- This causes a beef between Houji and Tatara. None of them can believe that their baby can do such evil thing so they blame each other's cat and start to hate each other

- Suddenly, Bao and Mochi go missing for a month. Then it is reported that some small animals in their area are being killed brutally by some maniac.

- Houji and Tatara become panicked, so they start searching for the cats together. Tatara get more depressed because he knows how important Bao is to Yan so Yan surely will be mad at him. Houji pities him so he comforts him and coarse him to talk about his personal life to help him forget

- Finally, the police catches the animal killer. It was a teacher at the local high school, but he said he didn't kill any white cat

- Out of nowhere, Bao and Mochi return. With Bao being visibly pregnant

- So after give them a good scolding, Houji and Tatara start taking care of them together. Mochi visits Bao frequently and so does Houji. He comes to give Bao the best cat food, toys and bed

- Eventually Houji and Tatara start dating, Bao and Yan have 4 beautiful little kitties. The end! Thanks for reading!!!!

[yanderes-galore]

Requests are open woo!

Not sure if you remember my request but I was asking for a Yan! Lilith oneshot where the reader is terrified of Sirens/her and Lilith is adamant on making the reader the next firehawk.

Sure! I'll see what I can do for Lilith, been awhile since I've written for her. Sorry it was short, I didn't really know what I wanted to do for it. Sorry for the wait, too :(

Pass The Torch

Yandere! Lilith Short

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Past isolation/kidnapping, Angst, Manipulation, Forced companionship, Delusional behavior, Controlling behavior, Betrayal of trust.

"I feel this is the best decision, for both of us. I trust no one more than you."

"... you can't be serious-"

Sirens... the idea of them made your skin crawl. They were humans with alien powers that made the impossible seem possible. To many, they are either revered, or feared.

To you... you fear them.

Their strength scares you. It doesn't help that the past you and Lilith, a siren, shares isn't the best. You feared her not only for her power... but her motives.

Lilith had always made you tense. You used to put up with her as she was a fantastic leader despite her being a siren. Then she took your freedom.

You could never leave Sanctuary.

Lilith's paranoia only got worse after the events of Handsome Jack. She was hellbent on your protection and convinced something horrible would happen to her. The solution?

Forcing you to be a siren...

She was forcing you to live up to her legacy.

"I am. If something happens to me, I want you to be the next siren. I want to give you my powers so you can not only defend yourself, but all you care about."

"Lilith...." You start, trying to hide the fear in your eyes. "You know I can't...."

"You need to get over your fear of sirens, (Y/N)."

"Easy for you to say...."

Even if you and Lilith had tense connections before the Sanctuary incident... you considered her close. She may have been a siren... but you trusted her. Up until she betrayed that trust.

Now she just expected you to still be close to her? Close enough to just push aside your fear? You couldn't believe how delusional she was!

You stand up from your seat, Lilith gives you a disapproving glare. You didn't care. She was asking too much of you.

"Why not pick Maya? Or any other person?"

"Because I said I trust you the most with this role!"

"Lilith! Even if I wasn't terrified of the process, I could NEVER live up to your legacy!"

You snapped at her, turning back to face her.

"I'd NEVER be respected as the next Firehawk!"

Lilith's glowing eyes watch your outburst. Her expression reads one of annoyance yet pity. She sighs when you glare at her with tears running down your cheeks.

"...Is that so?"

"Huh?"

"You're worried you won't be respected? That it will hurt when you inherit my powers?"

Lilith comes closer, putting her hands on your shoulders.

"There's nothing to worry about. I still need to train you... and I don't plan on going anywhere yet. I care for you...."

"Was that your excuse for locking me in Sanctuary?"

Lilith pauses, her care faltering at your accusation.

"What else was I supposed to do? Leave you to die? Let Jack take you?"

"Stop acting like you care! If you did, you wouldn't force this choice on me!"

"Stop FIGHTING me on this!"

"Face it, Lilith...." You hiss, pulling her grip off you.

"I'm not going to be your Firehawk. I'm not going to be your siren. We don't have trust in each other anymore. Stop acting like we do...."

You then leave the room in a huff. Lilith watches you leave silently and considers your words. She understands she messed up back then....

But you need to think of the future.

Lilith decides it's the best for you to leave and cool off. She'll just bring it up later. She knows you'll understand your purpose at some point...

She feels she needs to keep you safe as she loves you that much...

She'd do anything to achieve that goal, even if it means forcing you into this role she wants for you....

"I'm sorry if you think this is irrational... but it's for the both of us... I promise."

[triccina]

What dialogues would Lua have if she was a MTAS npc?👀 Feel free to add as many lines as you want.

Thank you for Ask! 💞

I really enjoyed creating these lines of dialogue 💜

Introduction

Huh? You're new in town too? Good for you, I guess... Sorry for being rude. I'm Lua, your fellow builder. If you need anything, better ask to Mi-an. Don't trust what that old commissioner says. "President" is nonsense.

First Fireside Meeting

I find it interesting how this telesis speech always wins people's hearts. You weren't half bad either. I thought they'd throw a tomato at my face or something. Only Yan liked it. I guess I really need to work on my manners.

Acquaintance

The winds in Sandrock are so unpredictable! I mostly fail to predict sandstorms through the winds. In Highwind, it's much easier to know when it's going to rain or thunder.

Sandrock has so many lovely little street animals. If I didn't have other plans, I'd have taken them all to my workshop already.

There's a fine line between wanting to make money and wanting to laze around all day. Today is a perfect day for indulging in my laziness.

The research center director seems absent-minded, but he knows how to make our work easier. I knew him from the letters he used to send to my Pa when director was just a student. They both have the same research line about the old world's space technology.

Buddy

Hey, buddy! Found anything new in the ruins? We could go together someday! Don't worry, I'll bring any extra snacks we need! What do you like to eat? I can cook.

Oh man, Justice scolded me again because I accidentally, without intent, went into a place he told me was off-limits. Maybe I should work on my sneaking skills.

Hey sunshine. You're so radiant today. Your eyes shine like a supernova. It's so beautiful... You're blushing, that's cute. Don't worry, I'm just teasing you. But that doesn't mean I'm lying.

I don't miss Highwind that much. But one thing that saddens me is not being able to fly anymore. Feeling the wind on your face, adrenaline rushing through your veins. The feeling of freedom is unparalleled when you're in the sky.

Good Friends

You know, I don't usually tell people this. But when I was a kid, my best friend was a turtle named Deimos; he's my Pa's pet. I made helmets for him, and we played a lot. I named my workshop after him because he was my only company when I tried to disassemble and reassemble things my Ma brought from the ruins for me.

Did you know music boxes and pocket watches operate on the same principle?! A spiral spring assisting the movement of gears and a cord that defines both the music and the running time of the hands. I have some diagrams I drew myself if you want to build one.

My master Maxwell came to Sandrock as a builder when that Lou guy was the mayor; he helped build many things in the city. But the old man always spoke of the city with a certain regret. Now I understand why; progress ended up destroying Oasis a little more. I hope I can make a positive difference in Sandrock this time.

Birthday

My birthday? It's the thirteenth of fall. I like being born on this day; it's not too cold and not too hot. And the golden and red leaves make the landscape pleasant. Now that you know, I expect at least a gift, or we can just have a shot at the Saloon; that would be good too.

Day of Memories

You know, Day of Memories isn't just for people who are gone; it's also for people who are far away. I think I'll light one for my Ma and for my master this year.

Day of the Bright Sun

Huh? Why do I have this expression? Nobody is obligated to smile on every holiday that happens... Sorry. I just don't like this date very much.

Winter Solstice

I didn't think I'd stay in Sandrock this long. I hope the next year can be surprisingly good like this one was.

Gifts

Loves:

Weapon/pickhammer

Are you sure you want to give me this? They're very well made! I can't wait to test it! Thank you so, so much, builder.

Food

I'm definitely going to devour this. Thank you so much; it's my favorite food in the world. You're amazing!

Clocks

This model is amazing! I wonder if I can date the manufacturing? I can't believe it, builder! I'll be grateful for the rest of my life for this.

Neutral:

Thank you, I guess. Maybe I can make some money with this!... Did I say that too loud?

Dislikes:

Is this supposed to be a joke? If so, it was terrible. If not, you're an idiot. Get that out of my sight.

Romance

Accepting Confession:

I confess I was expecting something like this from you. So if you really feel that way, we can try to make it work.

Rejecting Confession:

I don't know if I have better words for this right now, but I'll try. Huh thank you, I'm flattered, but it won't work out.

Breaking Up:

Is this another one of our jokes or something? Got it. I should've known that these romantic nonsense things don't last a season.

Dialogue After Certain Missions

Qi and I spent the night mapping old world satellites and trying to find any traces of spaceships! Thank you for finding that super telescope.

I heard you and Mi-an renovated some things in the town; that was nice. Can you call me next time? I seem like I don't care, but I wanted to help these people more.

That sandwall is everything we could need! Heidi is a brilliant architect. We won't have to decrease production during sandstorms. You know what that means? More money.