PLEASE. please. if you would be so kind to give us some more stalker ex scara... the first time I saw it it just changed my brain chemistry, and I desperately need more </3
>:D thinking a lot about stalker ex Scara, but you get really drunk and he's the only one left to look after you......
(cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, alcohol/intoxication, toxic ex scara, modern college au, connected to the previous stalker ex scara concept)
Just,,, the fact that he's been so good and sweet ever since he casually slid himself into your friend group and you're not sure if you can trust him, yet here you are being completely, utterly, stupidly vulnerable in front of your very unstable ex. orz
Kuni's not one for parties; in fact, he'd much rather spend his precious time doing quiet, comfortable things with you (cuddling is so much healthier than drinking, after all! <3). Unfortunately, you allow your foolish friends to talk you into attending these brain-rotting parties so you can get drunk off your ass, and he can't let you attend them by yourself because there are too many risks. If you got too comfortable with Venti or Kazuha or even Tighnari while drunk, Kuni would never forgive you. >:( he's worked too hard cultivating this friendly image for himself, and he isn't going to let you or anyone else ruin it.
But right now everyone else is too inebriated to do much of anything, and he hasn't touched the drinks ever since he arrived, instead choosing to anchor himself to some forgotten corner of the room. He sulks and broods in silence, a scowl plastered to his face. He's just barely tolerating it for your sake. It's because he loves you that he's doing any of this. Soon you won't even need any of these troublesome friends. Soon you'll just have him, and he's all you really need. It was like that when you were growing up, after all. Even though, as painful as it is, you don't seem so codependent, so swept up in romance... You're so independent now, no longer the shy, fearful thing from the final few months of your relationship with him. He'd be impressed if he wasn't trying so hard to isolate you from each of your friends. It's a challenge when he's trying to tiptoe around Heizou's sharp, witty perception or Venti's proclivity for knowing everything about everyone despite no one knowing much about him.
But he endures. He's gone years without you; this is nothing.
If you were smarter, you'd know not to trust a word he says. That kind, soft smile he's perfected for this act is not to be believed, especially not when he's using it to assure your friends that he'll bring you home safe and sound. Heizou has his doubts because it's late and you can hardly walk a straight line, but he's tipsy just like the others and it's hard to deliberate like this. Besides, when has Kuni ever let the group down? :)
He takes you back to his dorm instead because Albedo's not home and he has the entire room to himself. While you meander clumsily over to his bed, kicking your shoes off and shucking your jacket in the process, he watches. You have no idea how much he depends on you, how much he admires you, so much so that it surpasses love and lust entirely. Without you, he's nothing. Or that's what he thinks because for the majority of his life he's felt empty and sub-human and so alone. But now you're here, and you can fill those empty spaces in his heart and give him a reason to keep living.
You don't seem particularly fazed when the bed dips under his weight. Rather, you blink sleepily up at him when he leans over you, gingerly reaching to help you out of your sweater. You're too drunk to protest or struggle, and you feel so dizzy every time you open your eyes. It's difficult to remain fully conscious when sleep is tugging at your body, pulling you under. You don't even realize he's fit his mouth on yours until his tongue is pushing past your lips. You manage to place your hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but you're so exhausted and tired. They fall to your sides, useless.
Kuni sits up and smiles at you. He says something about you being dumb and cute... or something about how your friends are fools. You don't really catch all of his obsessive murmurings when your attention is waning. Clothes are torn off; he kisses you a lot. You're not sure if you're reciprocating, but it certainly sounds that way when you're whining beneath him, arching against sodden sheets, your breaths coming in pants and huffs each time he ruts into you.
He doesn't have to worry about anything. Right now, it's just you and him in a corner of the world, locked away from everyone who might try to take you away from him. It's not like you'll remember much come morning. You don't need to anyway. It's better if you're lost and bewildered. That way he'll be able to craft a story to suit his fancy. You'll believe it. You'll have no choice, and Kuni knows how to tell very believable tales.
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My fics, but only the petty reasons why I wrote them:
MAKE CANON MAKE SEEEEEENSE!!
No one is reading my canon fic, so I’ll write porn
Wild head canon nobody believed (*two years later*) omg, it’s true.
Why can’t I romance them in game and why are we applying human concepts of gender to an alien Ai hive-mind?
Here’s a non-sexy version of the fic above because yes, I know, I’m a depraved, sick, weirdo, but you’d still like to read the story.
I’m going to write something so hot and dirty yet I’m going to link it so well with canon that you’ll never be able to unsee it ever again.
Don’t tell me they can’t have a happy ending after synthesis, this is sci-fi - hold my fucking beer. Oh dear, I made it a bit dark, oh well.
Oh no, here comes that old obsession in a twenty-five year old fandom, no one’s going to read this but, yes THEY WERE IN LOVE, okay? Cries
What if, what if, what if… omg what has this game done to meeeeee…
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Orz stepbrother Azul and the tweels and Riddle orz Mera your brain is so big. May I raise you: stepbrother Vil ✨️ Good luck finding an ally as a normal person whose mom married into the peak of stardom 😔
OOOOO OMG step-brother Vil who knocks you up (whether intentionally or not) and since you’re connected to Vil as his step-sibling naturally the media and paparazzi will sometimes flock to you in hopes that you’ll share some juicy gossip about your step-brother. And as much as you try to find someone who’ll help you, no one will believe you that your own step-brother is the father. Vil could never do something like that! …or so everyone assumes because he’s a star who must make choices with his career and reputation in mind. :)
But also!!! Since you’re connected to Vil and his father, two very influential figures in the entertainment industry, you’ve gotten the chance to meet many other celebrities and attend exclusive social events, where you’re dressed in the finest outfits. No member of the Schoenheit family should ever look anything less than beautiful and stunning, so Vil’s almost always on your case about etiquette and how you dress and such.
Beneath all of his strictness, he’s hiding such a strong infatuation for his dear step-sibling. And if it ever got out that he was in love with you… naturally, such a big truth must be kept secret.
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thinking about caleb’s tower and its stained glass and its nine most frequent visitors and how each of them can be associated with a school of magic, magic user or not, and --
essek with dunamancy, most literal of them all, who deemed its secrets worth more than his country and position, willing to cross borders and commit treason in the hope of uncovering them
jester with transmutation, despite caleb being the transmutation wizard, because in his own words, she’s the one who changes people
kingsley with necromancy, gone and back again, the knife’s edge between resurrection and tampering with the dead, proof that no one comes back unchanged
caleb with evocation, his original specialization, with his dancing lights and his webs of fire, all energy and potential and enough imagination to make it a reality
caduceus with divination, tucked away in the crow’s nest, sitting beside the kiln, buried deep inside the folding halls, reaching out to the wildmother with his questions as he seeks his path, listening to the birds, the insects, the trees
yasha with abjuration, to protect and defend, the magician’s judge charged with dispel magic, the spell that would free her from obann’s chains
fjord with conjuration, falchion and star razor appearing and disappearing in his hands, creating a new face, a new accent, a new life as the situation demands
beau with enchantment, fighting with her ki to attack body and mind, forcing truth in one second and stunning them in the next
veth with illusion, hiding her hurt behind a goblin’s face, behind a broken doll mask, throwing up an illusion of a body lost to comfort her family, until the day she can stop pretending
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