003. "Love Me. I'm Cold." + Kim Taehyung

YOU'D COME OVER RIGHT? ( scaramouche realises he still wants you to be there until the end ).

— genres: ficlet. hurt / comfort. — cw : breakups, crying, skinship. — characters : scaramouche x gn!reader.

inhale, exhale.

there's a desolate silence that stretches between the two of you, amplifying the painfully clear distance that has only grown since the last time you've met.

"why are you here?"

your voice comes off a lot colder than you'd expected. a chill runs down your spine and you see scara's grip on the doorframe tighten to the point where his knuckles turn white. there's a little part of you that almost pities him, guilty for being unwilling to welcome him back with open arms. you can barely see his eyes from how his head is turned away and his gaze is cast downward, trembling fingers closed into a fist around the string of his hoodie. his entire body shivers. whether it's from the frigid temperatures or something else, you're not entirely sure.

there's no response except the timid clearing of his throat. but he doesn't follow up with any words. there is nothing but silence that occupies the space between you two.

"i thought you told me to leave."

scara's gaze meets yours and your heart cracks a little. god, he looks so vulnerable and … weak right now. a word you never thought you'd use to describe him. tear stains streak across his cheeks and the dark circles and redness around his eyes aren't something you see very often ... if at all. nervous eyes flit back and forth between staring at you and back at the ground before they squeeze themselves shut, as if trying to block out the stark reality that both of you have no idea what to say.

actions speak for themselves, you guess.

as soon as your skin ghosts over his knuckles, his body crumples and collapses into yours with a choked sob. but he doesn't cry; no, not yet, he can't let himself break in front of you. but dragging himself to your front door like this after all that's been said and done — hasn't he already shattered?

your arm snakes around his waist carefully before closing the door and nudging him further in towards the warmth of your home. the feeling is all too familiar — it's almost like those nights after parties when he'd come home drunk with childe and they'd crash onto the couch, scara's slurred words colliding with each other into a jumbled, incoherent mess, just as his usually stiff body would slump gently into your embrace, his typically cold heart melting at your touch. yet the familiarity isn't comforting, rather, it makes your heart ache. perhaps it's the sentimentality of it all, or perhaps it's because you both know there's no way those memories could ever be relived. there are too many strings attached; you've tied yourselves to opposite sides of the room, and now you're unable to budge a single inch. yet a part of you wants to try and break away.

hesitant fingers come to grasp at your wrists and scara's violet irises gloss over in a shade of desperateness you never thought you'd see. he's always been in control ... until now, at least. he's never needed anyone. no one. he's convinced himself he can do everything on his own, that he needs nothing other than himself. after all, anyone that's come close has only ever been turned away. including you. but he can't control you now. he no longer has to encourage you to be more assertive when taking a stand, or execute plans swiftly and with confidence. you know his every thought, his every move. you're always three steps ahead. and now you've had enough of him, and you're slipping through his fingers despite the tight grip he's always had on you.

"sorry for ... coming over uninvited."

for as long as he can remember, scara has never been scared. fearless, heartless, emotionless. he has never had anything more to lose in life. but now he's afraid you'll leave. now he realises he never wanted you to think he'd given up on staying.

he'll fix himself. he'll fix everything, all the broken parts of him and all the shattered parts of you.

"you can just keep coming over. anytime."

Yandere Kyoya.

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

But this just isn’t true.

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

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

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

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

“I’ll make sure of it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm…what an interesting woman.”

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

Only…it’s so much more then that.

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

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

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

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

“Anything for her…”

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

“I just thought it would make you happy.”

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

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

“I’d love to, Kyoya.”

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

Which is simply perfect in his mind.

“It’s all going perfectly.”

Your Relationship: It’s such a good one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I just love you so much, Y/N…”

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

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

“It’s alright, Y/N. I’m alright…”

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

“Thanks, Y/N.”

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

“Let’s not fight anymore.”

Little Things:

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

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

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

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

“Anything for my darling, of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You really think I’ll do okay?”

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

“What are you talking about? Crazy kids…”

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

“No, I’m not that bad. Not really.”

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

“Of course, darling.”

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

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

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

“If it makes you happy, darling.”

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

“Here, kitty, kitty…”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re welcome.”

“Sigh…thank you…I guess.”

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

“Never look a gift horse in the mouth.”

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

“How about this one, darling?”

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

No. No it’s not. Nothing can be bad…

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

(Thank you to the requester!)

Whine lips⇢vampire!pjm

⇢sfw ⇢pairing: vampire!pjm x reader (no gender) ⇢genre: fluff, fantasy ⇢word count: 1.2k ⇢warnings: Alcohol, mentions of blood

A/N: Haven't posted anything in a while. No smut, but there could possibly be a sequel that follows up on this. Just wanted to write something and see if I still know how to do it haha. Lmk if you enjoyed it. xo Also yes I spelled it 'whine' on purpose dw.

“Door’s wide open.” You’re laying on the floor in your living room, eyes moving to the side when you hear the soft sound of the vampire's steps come to a halt right at the threshold of your open front door. 

“You have to invite me," Jimin hisses through his fangs. However, it is clear by the way his eyebrow lifts playfully that he likes when you give him a little bit of a tease for his 'condition'-his vampirism. "where are your manners?"

"Heh," You shrug and reach your arms above your head, still laying on the floor with your back pressed against the soft carpet, "Do you want to join me tonight?"

With a small groan, you stretch your spine, basking in the way Jimin's eyes seem to follow every movement of yours. He nods, brushing the tips of his tapered fingers against the doorframe.

"I invite you into my home, oh lord of darkness, chomper of jugulars." You snort quietly, rolling over to your stomach to reach for the half empty glass of wine next to you.

Jimin's dark eyes almost whiten completely for a second when they roll back in annoyance at your remark, but his teeth poke out in a little grin. He's heard your jokes about him being a vampire probably a thousand times at this point, but he never seemed to get used to the way you deliver them. It charms him to no end.

Curiously, the vampire saunters inside of your home, the door closing behind him as if it was mother earth's way of locking a monster inside anytime she could. In reality, it is just one of the perks of vampire powers.

"Wine?" Jimin questions as he flops down to his knees next to you, watching your neck as the muscles dance with each swallow to force the drink into your body. He exhales slowly, then smirks when he picks up the bottle to read the label, "What on earth have gotten into you, drinking red wine all by yourself?" He swiftly steals the glass from your hand, spilling some of the red beverage to drip down your lower lip. He refills it some, then brings it to his own lips to taste it.

"It makes time pass quickly when you're not here with me." You whisper sweetly, giving him a daring, warm hand that tastefully sneaks below the hem of the vampire's white silk shirt.

Jimin seems used to your antics, rolling his eyes again. With a small sip, he tastes the wine and scrunches his nose, putting the glass down immediately. His hands catches yours and pulls it out from where it was touching his stomach, holding it between his cold fingers.

"My darling," He sighs, "I will bring you a better wine next time, that one is awful."

"It is kind of awful, isn't it.." You smile, squeezing your hand between his, "But it looks kind of cool, like I am drinking blood too."

"I see how it is." Jimin licks his lips clean from the wine taste, unaware that the tone of his normally pale pout is sweetly stained by the red. However, he does notice that the drink did the exact same to yours, "I can assure you that blood tastes deliciously sweet in comparison to that hell-drink."

"Sounds like you're trying to convince me." You let to of Jimin, going back to your original position on the floor, eyes on the ceiling, "Would you do it?"

Jimin's expression doesn't show it, but he is mildly confused. And excited. Of course he would do it; but such a choice doesn't come without consequences. But the selfish part of him? He would do it a hundred times over. To own you in a way where he'd literally created you-- given you eternal life to spend with him alone?

Only thing he'd miss would be that warm scent of yours.

He's never fed off of you before, but he's been so close every single time you met. With time, it was easier to ignore the hunger. But now he has the chance to possibly turn you; which means he'd get to feed... once. And once is more than he ever expected to bargain for.

"Jimin?"

His eyes shift to you in a second. Apparently, his mind had wandered a bit too long.

"I, hm..." Jimin pouts his lips, then decides to join you on the floor. He rests on his side, leaning his head against his palm and watches you with brows that tense with each second, "Are you messing around with me again? You know you'd never see the sun again."

"I don't go out much anyway."

"You can't enjoy any food."

"I hate meal planning.."

"Okay," Jimin smiles when he sees the mischief in your eyes again, moving his body a little closer to yours. His breath is like a sweet breeze, still mildly tainted by the alcohol, "I will do it, but on one condition."

You nod, waiting with anticipation. Your gaze wanders from his tinted lips to the darkness in his eyes as they meet yours.

"Just one more time like this," Jimin's canary voice couldn't get any softer even if he tried. The gentleness in which his free hand reaches out to rest on your chest, searching for the spot where he can feel your heart thrum against his palm the most, "I will do it, just let me feel your warmth until dawn arrives."

The vampire feels the way your chest rises with each breath. A little soft gasp at his words, followed by what he believes is what people would call it when a heart 'skips a beat'. Jimin feels a little rush of excitement knowing that he is the reason for your body to react so strongly.

"And one more thing." He says, with a bit more stability to his voice. His hand grazes the skin where the neckline of your shirt ends, touching carefully at your neck until his nail prods at the jugular.

You gulp.

"What could that be?" You ask.

Jimin leans in closer, his pointy fangs exposed in a smile that could melt a lover, or terrify an enemy. His lips, however, could down anyone, anywhere. He notices your eyes wandering down his face, and he seizes the moment. His cold fingers felt like they were burning against your skin. A stern but gentle hold on your jaw to guide your mouth to his in a sweet, wordless kiss. It was all he needed to do, and anything he says after is a given.

"I get to feed on that darling blood of yours when it boils the hottest, then I will turn you." His lips grazes yours as he speaks, leaning back in for another kiss to truly seal his words. He inhales your warmth once again, then moves down to rest his head against your chest instead, "And you will stay with me in the dark for eternity."

Your breath shatters when you can no longer hold it. If he would ever be mistaken for another being than a vampire, a siren would be a close second.

"Deal." You push the word out of your lungs, moving your arms to squeeze him into your embrace, "I will be all yours."

Jimin's cheek presses harder against your chest, and he relaxes in your arms.

"Then, I will return when the sun goes down tomorrow again," he hums, "and it will be the end before our new beginning."

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Strangers (Chapter Four)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

warnings: murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, violence, allusion to torture, blood and injuries (will update as needed)

word count: 4.3k words

The sun beat down on you as you walked along the beach, the sand between your toes as a tidal wave came in and washed them. You gasped as you spotted a ghost crab hole appearing.

“Dad, look! Another one!” You exclaimed, pointing at it and turning around to look at your father. He came up beside you, kneeling closer to your height.

“Good catch, kiddo.” His voice echoed in your ears. You had lost count of how many of these burrows you had found, but your dad seemed to never get tired of you pointing them out. If he regretted teaching you about them while you were still so young and excitable, he never showed it.

You knelt down and started scooping some of the wet sand to build something - you weren’t sure what yet. Your father stood up, patting your head affectionately as you worked. “I’m gonna go for a dip. I’ll be right back.”

You huffed angrily as a wave destroyed your sandcastle a third time in a row. Abandoning the impossible project, you turned around to look back at the water. You spotted your dad pretty far out, much further than you would ever dare to go. He was bobbing along the big waves and when he caught you looking at him, he smiled widely and waved.

You watched him for a while before you noticed a giant wave approaching him. It was bigger than any wave you’ve ever seen before. Even from where you sat safe on the sand, it scared you. You begin waving your arms and screaming for your dad’s attention and when you finally got it, he just gave you another clueless grin.

It all happened so quickly. The huge wave washed over and took your father with it, completely catching him by surprise. You watched helplessly from the shore, waiting for him to resurface but he never did. You were numb to the tears falling down your cheeks as wave after wave washed over your feet, burying them deeper into the sand as if trying to drag you in as well.

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hey same ur zhongli post and it was sick!! could you write smthing where the reader has a rifthound plush irl?? like maybe how charcters would react to them favoring rifthounds or smthing??

Coming right up!

Since you didn't specify which characters, I went ahead and picked Childe and Albedo. If you'd like to see it with others, let me know, and I'll add them in a part 2. Hope you like it!

Childe

When you first pulled him away from a fight against the wolves of the rift, the Harbinger believed it was his safety you were concerned about. Not that he didn't believe he could take them on, of course, but it was endearing that you cared so much about him that you did not wish for him to be wounded.

That illusion would be broken when, moments later, you guided him to fight a group of various machines with no regard for his wellbeing whatsoever - if your team healer healed him, good, if your team didn't have a healer, well, Childe would simply have to hold on tight and hope the damage he dealt was greater than the damage inflicted upon him.

You guided him around Seirai Island, seemingly busy catching some odd blue mushrooms. The more time passed, the more Tartaglia understood just what had happened. The Rifthounds were the only enemy you hesitated to destroy, avoiding a fight until absolutely necessary, and sometimes just having him stand at a distance just so you could observe them in their natural state.

As menacing as the beasts looked, he supposed that to a being such as you, they'd essentially be like puppies. That would certainly explain your hesitance to fight. In a way, he guessed it was no different to Teucer's admiration of mister Cyclops. He didn't doubt your knowledge of what Rifthounds were capable of, of course - part of him even believed that their fighting prowess had also managed to impress you (even if that part was only there so he, too, could feel loved by association). Still, you had most definitely categorized the beasts as something you wished to befriend.

The moment he found himself back in Liyue, the warmth of your presence gone, Childe knew what he had to do. Pulling a few strings here and there, using up some Northland funds that would fly under the radar (especially after the whole Funeral Fiasco), he got to commissioning the best craftsmen he could find. Soon enough, upon opening your in-game mailbox, you would find an incredibly accurate plush replica of one of the hounds, with a message from Liyue's resident Fatui menace.

He could feel your surprise radiating from (through?) the Traveler, as you wondered what sort of random event you'd started, but, hey, not like you were complaining. A rifthound bonus was always a good bonus to receive.

A smug grin was present on the Harbinger's face the next time he visited your teapot. Proudly sitting on a nightstand beside one of the beds was the plushie he'd sent you, and Ajax could not resist ruffling the toy's fluffy mane... Before quickly fixing the mess once he remembered that he should definitely not be messing with your belongings. Either way, he was quite thankful for the plush, because after receiving it you'd immediately granted him an unbelievable increase of strenght- no doubt a reward for a job well done. Knowing that such a small gift had given him your favor, even if just for a while, had Childe absolutely over the moon. Had he a little less self restraint and you'd find your mailbox filled with all sorts of Rifthound themed souvenirs. He had the funds and the time to provide them, after all...

Albedo

When the alchemist known as Gold had created the Rifthounds, they'd been nothing but a footnote - a residual sketch that had not meant to be, and that by all laws of nature, should've vanished long ago. Since he'd caught word of their resurfacing, Albedo had asked himself why it was that they, like weeds in a garden, persevered with such ease and intensity.

The answer, it seemed, was you, like for many other mysterious things in the world of Teyvat. For some reason, you'd decided the wolves of the rift were your favorites, and you didn't seem likely to change your mind. He'd found about your unexpected preference upon coming across an unusual plush sitting on your bedside table in the Teapot you'd designed. Someone had apparently gifted you a toy rifthound, and you'd certainly cherished it.

It baffled him for the first few days, that's certain, but had given him a new project. While regular Rifthounds were prone to bouts of aggression, and the alchemist feared for the safety of your vessels (or, heavens forbid, your own, should you descend upon Teyvat in a more solid form) in case you decided to try and tame one, they were also a creation of his master. This to say, Albedo was fairly certain that, by finding the notes in which Rhinedottir had doodled the hounds, he would be able to replicate their appearance, while modifying them just enough to be a little more docile.

It'd be a lengthy process, he was certain, but perhaps by enlisting the Traveler's help, he'd be able to track down his master's old sketches, and, after rigorous experimentation, he was certain to have the best offering you'd ever received: your very own Rifthound companion.

Frankly, he shouldn't have been surprised when he noticed your aura around the Traveler when the blonde finally arrived at his camp. It seemed that they liked to wait for you before taking on any request deemed important enough.

Albedo didn't need to say out loud that he felt warmer at the thought of you considering aiding him something important.

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As for you, you'd gotten an unexpected quest to visit Albedo's camp in Dragonspine. Confused, you checked the event page - had you missed something?

Oddly enough, there seemed to be nothing there other than the events you were already aware of, but, hey, a character quest was a character quest, so, you rearranged your team to better suit Dragonspine and teleported right next to his camp.

Sure enough, the alchemist was there, and if that alone hadn't driven home the point that this was no ordinary quest, what he said afterwards certainly did. Recovering his master's lost notes... That seemed like an important bit of the lore - far too important to be glossed over.

You refreshed the event page and your eyes widened, a grin making its way into your features as the familiar shape of a rifthound made its appearance.

Rifthound lore? On your event page? More likely than you'd think, apparently. You quickly put aside whatever plans you had for the game that day and got your team on the case, following Albedo in his quest to retrace his master's footsteps and find how the beasts had come into being.

Your joy was palpable when, by the end of the quest, once you'd delved into a domain covered in cobwebs and dust and failed experiments to piece together fragments of Gold's writings, you found Albedo enlisting the Traveler's help to recreate one of the wolves.

Maybe you could get it as a quest reward and keep your own rifthound pet! Hopefully that was the direction in which this was headed...

Through an incredibly detailed tree of dialogue from the Traveler (you weren't sure you'd ever seen an event with this many options before, but hey, it's not like you were complaining), and after a few failed attempts, you saw your hound taking shape on Albedo's sketchbook.

"It seems we've succeeded this time." The alchemist mused. The drawing did look clearer this time, and you crossed your fingers hoping it would work.

You held your breath at the cutscene that came after, please, please let this one work... The previour three attempts had failed, the first falling apart during the stabilisation process, the second and third having turned aggressive the moment they jumped out. You didn't think you had it in you to defeat another of your creations - not only because they were adorable and made by you, but because these ones sure knew how to leave your team needing some tea-break pancakes. If the fourth one followed the pattern of getting even stronger, then...

It solidified before you, the pieces snapping together with a flash of golden light. You watched attentively as the creature made no movements to attack. The Traveler closed their eyes and reached out as Paimon looked on, shaking nervously.

And the wolf's snout met the blonde's hand, the notification of an achievement popping up as the tense music from before turned into a lighter tune. The hound sniffed the Traveler and Paimon, before licking both of their faces and running around in the characteristic floating manner of the wolves of the rift.

The rewards of the quest popped up on your screen, but, at the moment, you couldn't care less. What mattered was that you had your very own Rifthound following you around, seelie-style, and that you would take him all around Teyvat. Perhaps you'd even be able to place him in your teapot... If so, he definitely deserved his own room.

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Albedo watched as the Traveler disappeared, jumping instead of walking away, trailed by a slightly jealous Paimon and an equally jumpy Rifthound. To anyone not familiar with the mannerisms of vessels, the scene would've seemed rather odd, but, to the alchemist, it merely looked like a mark of his success.

He'd been nervous when the first hounds failed - seen your excitement at creating them only to have it be crushed by the idea of being forced to destroy them - but whether through your sheer will or his dedication to not let you down a fourth time, the wolf that now followed you around gained life.

Not only that, but he'd also managed to gather a lot of his master's lost notes... You'd assembled even those that had little to do with the hounds, handing him an almlst complete journal. He glanced at the spot where it rested, neatly, unassumingly.

Once again, he'd have you to thank for a huge leap in his research progress.

I made the time 👀 I've been wanting to draw the overblots.

Maybe a certain kind of stimulus may stop the overblot from killing them?

The PoV's can be considered the different endings

Hope you like it♥ Thanks for requesting.

“I could fix him” Boy fix ur taste in men first

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kim taehyung / reader [f] 

genre: royal/fantasy au, arranged marriage au, serpent prince!taehyung, priestess!reader, very soft romance, slow burn

warning(s)!!: slow burn (there is a lot of backstory oof), insecurity, jealous taehyung (who isn’t completely aware he’s jealous), heartache (a lot i’m sorry), hurt/comfort, almost nudity or translucent wet clothes, attempt at picking a fight/no-good townsfolk, past kidnap attempts, very minor depictions of violence, very breif mention of death, taehyung cries oops, y/n loves so much it hurts, taehyung being the most devoted boy to ever devote, obvs. religious themes (i.e. prayers, worship, offerings etc.), the royal family isn’t toxic and is in fact very sweet, jungkook is featured as a monk who refuses to cut his hair

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Series | One-shot | Two-shot | Drabble | [Rated: PG-15 ]

synopsis: When he was born, Prince Taehyung was marked as the Serpent King’s Descendant with the mark of scales on his chest to prove it. As he grew up, he was appointed a playmate who would soon be training in the royal shrine as a maiden because of her unusually large spiritual power. They were pronounced engaged when Taehyung was just shy of his teenage years by royal command and he did nothing to fight the arrangement.  Now, you’re a grown woman and head of the shrine as the Center Priestess and devotee to the shrine and royal family with a heart filled almost too full of love for your future husband-to-be. When the wedding is announced and a ball is held in an advanced celebration you wonder, does your fiancé really want to marry you? Or is he just following his father’s royal orders? You don’t know what your heart can’t take more: the idea of being rejected and unloved, or never knowing the true feelings of Prince Taehyung’s heart. 

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The Serpent King was an old mythical king of ages that had stories upon stories spun about him.  

He was a man given the powers of a great sea serpent and among his journey to harness his powers and grow as the future king he knew he was destined to become, he traveled far and wide until he came upon an island.  This island was completely devoid of creatures- be it human or animal- aside from a giant snake he had found lay sleeping in a cave by the sea.  The Serpent King decided to make this island his home- and began to craft and build his kingdom to which he would rule- the snake by his side. 

Years passed and soon there it was, the kingdom the Serpent King had dreamt of. However, before he could see it continue to grow and prosper, he fell ill and weak. Dying on his bed surrounded by his people and the snake that had accompanied him in his goals, he prayed that the power in which he possessed would one day be reborn inside a new future king. 

The mighty island was named by the late Serpent King as the Hissing Isle. When he passed, the kingdom took not to grieving, but to work and worship. They built a shrine alongside the castle he had crafted.  Created memorials to which townsfolk and the occasional visitor may visit and pray to. Monuments of him with a giant snake wound around his body. His people continued his kingdom and a new royal family was chosen and so the generations passed; everyone waiting until the next Serpent King would be born. 

His companion snake was never seen again, rumor spreading that it took the to seas to watch over the island because it’s master was in the sky among the heavens. 

Centuries later, the royal castle was in full bustle as the queen had gone into labor unexpectedly. Ushering her to a delivery room in the medical wing of the castle, the king not far behind as he left his work and notes in his study at the news of his wife. Servants very quickly scurried about in panic for the arrival of the new royal child. 

It was an agonizing five hours later when the new baby prince was born. However, among the servants and the spiritual monk with the king and queen, none spoke. The room was silent aside from the cries of the newborn baby- the same baby who had a mark on his chest. A mark that was small, just the size of his newborn fist and detailed so delicately as a patch of scales.  

The king shed a tear as he smiled at his wife, holding her hand to soothe and congratulate her on a well done delivery of her first child.  The baby was soon cleaned and swaddled in a bundle of the softest cloth before the queen was requesting to hold her son. As he was placed in the woman’s arms, she smiled down at him as he instantly calmed.  The king sat beside the two, his hand on his queen’s leg as they both looked at the mark on their son once more. 

The Serpent King had finally chosen a new spirit to gift power to. Reincarnated into this small, healthy baby prince hundreds upon hundreds of years into the future. Serpent Prince Kim Taehyung, that is his name. 

Two years after the young prince was born, another baby was born with special powers.  Born in a brilliant blue aura and a strong, healthy body, a shrine monk had been shocked speechless at the amount of rare spiritual energy the newborn infant possessed.  It was decided among the few hours after her birth, that this baby girl would grow to be a magnificent shrine priestess and when the time would call for it, her training to harness her abilities would begin. 

Both the serpent blooded prince and the infant priestess would soon grow into bodies that would learn many things and experience many occasions and emotions.  First, however, they would need to meet.

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“To me…”

Kept Jewel

A request done for @vilithshaven and @that-one-lilith <3 this was supposed to be out last night because i put it in queue but then later forgot to put it back there after editing it some fkjejjre

Fyi this is NOT sagau!!

Warnings: yandere content, minor character death of someone who's only there for two seconds, reader is implied afab and uses she/her pronouns, kidnapping and imprisonment.

For as long as you remember, your world had been full of vibrant, bright colors. The grass had always been green and the sky blue and the sun a glowy yellow and thus you had never suspected that it was rather unusual for someone so young to have already met their soulmate— that was because you didn't know about soulmates and the little connection between meeting their eyes for the same time, the world finally blooming in color for the two half-souls that had been separated long before their creation.

You had been an orphan, placed under the tender care of the elders of Higi Village. When you heard the tales they told, you merely assumed they were just that— fairy tales meant to brighten up the children's days and to give them a new game of pretending they could not see colors, using whatever words they could use to describe something without mentioning its color. 

Higi Village, before the curse of Tatarigami completely spread through the land and polluted everything in its wake, before the Vision Hunt Decree and the Sakuko Decree, had been happy to accept visitors and outlanders, often showing them the wonderful sights and the mines and all the cute little trinkets handmade from the ores. 

One such visitor had been the strangest person you'd met— a beautiful boy with long, midnight blue hair, eyes as purple as the Shogun's lightning and Electro yet he'd been so sweet and gentle you had felt ashamed of thinking of him like that. Kunikuzushi, he'd introduced himself, his smile making his eyes crinkle just the slightest bit. A wandering vagrant. 

He has entertaining tales to tell, little superstitions and stories from the rest of his travels and so in return you tell him of your own stories, laughing under your breath when you talk about soulmates and colors. Why wouldn't you? Color has always been visible in your life as far as you were aware, and thus that was more than enough proof for you that soulmates simply did not exist. 

Foolish, young and naive you remains unaware of the bright gleam in his eyes. 

He leaves, eventually. He is a vagrant and a traveller after all, and still has many places to see. He is not the first visitor to grace Higi Village nor is he the last, and so you forget him just as you have eventually forgotten all other visitors. 

But he has not forgotten you. 

He is unable to forget you, the one person who does not know about their soulmate's existence. The one who does not know about soulmates at all. 

That was more than alright for Kunikuzushi or as he goes by now, Scaramouche. You were his; you were clearly meant for him alone— he who has no soulmate, for he is a puppet more than a human and not even the archons can dictate which souls belong to one another, but Scaramouche knows that you and him are meant to be together for how else could you remain so oblivious to the truth if not for the threads tying you two so intricately? If you were meant for whoever had let you see, then they obviously weren't important enough if you have not met them ever again. 

You are his. So he returns to Higi Village, and at what an opportune time, too! The Tatarigami has truly and well stripped the island of all its previous glory, and all the Shogun and her little military had done was create a furnace to harness it, rather than ridding the island of it. All of it means he is right to come for you; he will take you away from this barren island to somewhere safe and secure, where only he may have have access to you—

He finds you amidst his musings, asleep and curled under the shade of a wilting sakura tree. A meagre shelter against the battering rain and the lightning striking the sky in a maelstrom of color, but shelter nonetheless. 

They've kicked you out just as I payed them to. Wonderful. 

He picks you up— and oh, you aren't asleep, but rather passed out. Your body is sweating and heated, and now that he is close enough he could hear how nasally your breath was. You are sick, he realizes with a chuckle. All the better for him, really. With you sick and weak and so clearly starved, it will be easy for him to convince you to stay with him.

And so he took you, sick and weak and vulnerable, back to a place he'd created solely for the two of you. You will be safe here, where nobody but him will ever interact with you; where your soulmate will never find you; where you are far too grateful to have a stable roof over your head and a warm meal three times a day to complain about Kunikuzushi being strangely affectionate with you. 

It makes something cold and uncomfortable curl in your stomach when he holds you, someone practically a stranger to you yet he adores you as though you've known him for centuries. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't eventually forgotten Kunikuzushi in the sea of visitors of Higi Village, but it appears that he has not forgotten you— each night you find yourself in his arms despite how uncomfortable you are, listening to his awful whispers of how he'll keep you by his side for all eternity, of how beautiful you look and how you belong to him.

But it is either this or being left to fend for yourself on an island that is no longer suitable for living and that has kicked you out— you both know this, and so you bite down on your tongue and let him be as affectionate and controlling with you as he wants even if it feels stifling and scary at times.

Scaramouche is not fond of leaving you alone in the mansion, but sometimes needs must. Sure he can order any of the maids that have strict instructions not to ever show their face to interact with you, but he does not yet trust you and them enough not to try and pull some stunt to escape, despite how well-behaved you are and how you're slowly starting to lean into his touches, smiling just a bit and no longer always asking to go outside.

He's sure you'd be horrified if you realized you've come to like your kidnapper caretaker's company, so he doesn't bring it up but nonetheless it still makes him quite smug and all the more convinced of his beliefs. 

He wants your every second of wakefulness and otherwise, he wants your attention and your focus and everything that you have to give and everything that he has to take— these are all reasons why he hates leaving you, but he's still a Harbinger and he has duties to fulfil for her Imperial Majesty the Tsaritsa of Zapolyarny Palace, and among those duties is pest control. 

Certain agents have less loyalty than they should, and some of them often try to do a funny little thing where they sell information to other groups in and outside of the nation of everlasting winter. These agents need to be put down, so to speak, and Scaramouche is here just to do so and then return back to you, his dear unknowing wife.

The Fatui have long since marked out the location of their little hideout, so Scaramouche does not need dally by searching around before he and some of his own men are already tearing it apart, the little traitors soon captured and presented to him. 

He orders the rest, save for their Inazuman leader, to be killed. Let him see what will be his fate as well, he thinks with a nasty chuckle. 

Scaramouche is thinking of you even here— he hopes you haven't gotten bored of all the books he's left for you, or perhaps you're now doing some embroidery? Hmm, while he can't have you speaking with others that doesn't mean he can't give you a little pet to spend your days with— 

Scaramouche doesn’t give the leader a chance to beg for mercy before his Electro has surged through his hands and catalyst. The sooner he kills this little pest, the sooner he can get you back in his arms. 

He expects many things for his return— he does not expect to find you crying and panicking, pacing in circles in your lavish bedroom. Upon seeing him, he is further surprised by you throwing your arms around him and sobbing. 

"Beloved, what's wrong? Has anybody hurt you?-" 

"Kuni, I- I can't see colors anymore, I can't what color is the sky or- or what color your eyes are, everything's black and white," your voice shakes and trembles with your cries. "Why can't I- why can't I see?" 

Scaramouche's mind is reeling with just how good this opportunity is. Your soulmate is dead, and now you can truly, fully belong to him. 

He pulls you even closer, making soft shushing noises and caressing your hair. "I don't know, darling," he lies as easily as breathing— even easier, as he doesn't really need to do the latter to live. "Calm down, my beloved, I'll try to search for a cure and an answer. But for now, stay with me?" 

You are still crying, but that's alright: Scaramouche gathers you in his arms and pretends expertly as though he's as confused and worried as you are when in truth he's quite happy about this new development. 

"Oh my darling wife, it's alright, I have you now," he keeps murmuring to you, smug in the way you don't protest but nod your head. Oh dear, it truly is bothering you huh? "You belong to me, I'll keep you safe and sound, my love. Only stay good for me. . ." 

He takes you to your bed, slow and steady to keep you from asking him to leave. He does not falter in telling you little "assurances", but if the way you keep yourself so unusually close to his side then he knows that you find comfort in his presence and his words. 

Mine. He thinks with delight at feeling you still crying yet keeping your arms around him, so desperate for his comfort and who is he to deny his lovely wife anything her heart wants? 

You're my soulmate.