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beautiful liar (yan! sunday)

CW: yandere obv, NO spoilers included for the end of penacony quest :), light violence, stalking, dreamworld shenanigans

sunday isn’t much of a stranger in the realm of violence disguised as love. he only keeps tabs on your every move because he cares for you, don’t you understand? being around all those people wasn’t good for you anyway, it’s for the best that sunday is one of what is now very few people in your life.

it’s a dream within a dream, a front that refuses to explain itself and only becomes more sinister the more you look into it. careful not to look for too long at crowds in the golden hour, you may spot a familiar halo peeking out above the heads of bystanders for a split second before it disappears. his views on the whole world are tainted, so love is no exception. what ultimately started as a pure love became so twisted by his need for control that it was unrecognizable.

you turned his life upside down, and he wanted to keep you in this dream. unfortunately, you have no say in the matter. jealousy is sunday’s weakness, roughly pulling you away from people and seething as he does so, all while trying desperately to keep his composed exterior. he knows damn well his power over you is exaggerated in this dreamscape, that’s all the more reason to keep you here.

and yet, the night is still too short.

oh, how i love you (yandere! stellaron hunters)

cw: all characters separate, spoilers for penacony quest, violence, yandere, stalking, obsession

currently listening to -> shut up, we don’t care - syris

KAFKA •

her love is something violent and horrific hidden behind a pretty mask. she knows she’s a beautiful woman, but she’s already got such a large bounty over her head that it barely matters to her anymore. what’s just one more kill to bring you closer to her? she’s a traditional type of yandere, obsessing over even the smallest detail related to you, memorizing everything from the exact tone of your hair and skin to every single reaction you’ve had to everything she’s ever said or done. everything you like or dislike, she has it memorized. she’d send gifts to your location, though deranged in nature. she’d send you severed and bloody, half rotted limbs torn from her victims with hearts carved in them and your initials together. she knows she’s dangerous, as if the multiple guns and katana she keeps on her person at all times wasn’t enough of an indicator of that. anyone she wants erased from the equation will be gone in an instant, and she would only hesitate for a second to betray her comrades for your sake.

BLADE •

oh, bladie. oh dear, sweet, bladie. how can someone possibly be even more violent than kafka? well, blade doesn’t even try to hide it. he relishes the fact that you’re scared of him, half the time he smiles at all is the deranged giggle he lets out as blood splatters all over his body and clothes. it would clot in his long hair, and he wouldn’t even bother to wash it out until it begins to rot. he doesn’t want to gross you out, just to remind you that you belong to HIM. someone talks to you for even just a little too long, they’ll be gone before the end of the day. he doesn’t enjoy killing in front of you, he doesn’t want his poor baby to see how violent he can get, but he at the very least implies such violent acts of love and passion to you with the blood on him. he’s a stoic man, but he still manages to smile every time he ends another life out of passion for you. he can’t die, so it’s not like it matters if you try to fight back. he will always be back, and you just can’t run from him.

SILVER WOLF •

she chooses the stalker, parasocial route. seeing as she’s a hacker who just views life as a game, this is no different. how much of your affection can she win? how long until you block one of her accounts, and how long until she just begins to stalk you from another one instead? everything from your social media accounts to your damn search history, she has access to it all, so don’t try posting for help because she’ll just delete it. you don’t know how she does it, every time you deactivate an account and make a new one to make it harder for her to find you, she always does. she’s saved all the pictures you post, hell, she’s even made alternate personas just to talk to you sometimes. it’s creepy. she gave up the act of pretending she didn’t always want to see you on her timeline pretty quickly when she realized her obsession with you.

FIREFLY •

to die three deaths is nothing compared to seeing you with someone who isn’t her. never again would she allow herself to be far from you, always only feet behind you in crowds even if you didn’t see her. if someone dares even look at you the wrong way, they can say goodbye to their life in a matter of seconds. such a sweet and innocent girl, never failing to keep her darling close no matter the consequence. don’t you understand, it’s only because she adores you with all she has. her fellow stellaron hunters will simply excuse her actions, chalking it up to a show of affection. once she has you in her arms, she is NEVER letting go. even if she has to be forceful with it, anything for you. absolutely anything. she would never reveal her true identity as a mech-girl to you, because that would only complicate things. as far as you know, your girlfriend is the only one around anymore because all your loved ones seem to just disappear after you talk to them.

ᯓ✿ sana ako na lang

ˋ°•*⁀➷ (valorant) neon x reader

ˋ°•*⁀➷ (gn! reader) in which your partner is neglecting you and neon, who has been crushing on you, comforts you (friends to lovers headcanons)

₊˚ cw: food mention, a little angst

as soon as she finds out you’re not getting as much attention as you need, she is on her way to where you live with your favorite snacks and a big plushie to snuggle with

considering her entire thing is running fast, she’ll be there in the blink of an eye

it’s just what best friends do, she’d say with a nervous chuckle as she hides the plushie she got you behind her back, miming it walking towards you with a cute voice and smiling proudly to herself when you take it and hug it

neon just can’t stand seeing you sad, and she low-key hates your partner for making you sad

if you ever cry because of them, she’s sure to give them a bit of the zap zap

oh how she wishes it could be her whose words and affection never failed to make you smile and blush, neon who you’d call your lover

if you could only notice just how much she loves you, she thinks to herself while she sits on the couch with you, watching movies until she feels a sudden weight on her shoulder

with you soundly asleep on her shoulder, she can’t help but wrap her arms around you as a wave of happiness courses through her body

even if this is as close as she’ll get to ever truly being with you, it’s worth it to her

as long as you’re happy with this person, she can learn to not get her hopes up that you’ll one day notice her love

under the noise of the movie in the background, it’s hard to tell who said “i love you” first, but for once, it was a mutual feeling

ᯓ✿ hurts to put in words

ˋ°•*⁀➷ anemo boys realizing they’ve fallen out of love with you

ˋ°•*⁀➷ venti, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, shikanoin heizou, wanderer x gn! reader

₊˚ angst!! very angst!! established (toxic) relationship, small amount of violence, cheating, mentions of alcohol

ᯓ✿ VENTI

it’s not like the anemo archon really knows his way around love despite having lived for thousands of years. for him, it was as simple as the spark between the two of you had faded. he had grown apathetic towards you, even emotionless at times. it wouldn’t take a genius to realize what was going on. the love that once resided in his eyes when he looked at you was replaced with a look of pain. he didn’t know how to leave a relationship, but he doesn’t want to hurt you more than this drawn-out and dead romance already has. he’d find himself sipping on some wine, reminiscing the time before the love had faded. he misses those days, but he couldn’t force himself to fall for you again.

ᯓ✿ XIAO

he swore to protect you, but his devotion only weighed more heavily on his psyche as time went by. what was once pure love and passion became hurt. it stung to meet your eye, even more so when you cleaned and bandaged the wounds he may have sustained in battle. he told himself it was to protect you from getting hurt, forcing himself to shut down his emotions and subsequently kill his love for you with his bare hands. playful banter was replaced with arguments in which so many hurtful things were hurled at each other. sometimes he really did look at you with pure hate in his eyes, regarding you as nothing more than a nuisance and hinderance to his job of protecting the people of liyue.

ᯓ✿ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

the various things he had written for you would gather dust in his room, having gone to waste as his whirlwind romance ended silently. he realized he no longer loved you when you kissed him and he felt nothing. his heart had once fluttered whenever he was near you, but those butterflies in his stomach had simply fluttered away. he’d find himself wondering if it was love at all, choosing to categorize it as a temporary infatuation to justify his growing apathy towards you. he’s quite literally free as the wind, so it wouldn’t take much to simply leave. he’s not going to force himself to be with you when he feels nothing. the love had simply faded with no rhyme or reason.

ᯓ✿ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

he’d spend more time at work when he realizes he’s fallen out of love. the excuse for avoiding you is that he’s just busy with work, when in reality he’s often just pacing around his office, figuring ways to break up with you painlessly. whenever he’d say he loves you, it was strained and forced, obvious that he didn’t mean it. he had loved you at one point, but his forcing himself to still be affectionate despite having fallen out of love with you is simply exhausting. it’s all he could do to avoid you and the way you hadn’t seemed to stop loving him. maybe he’d start seeing other people behind your back and fall for someone else the same way he had with you.

ᯓ✿ WANDERER

he’s the only one who’s blunt about it. he’d simply tell you that he doesn’t love you anymore with disgust in his eyes. he doesn’t have it in him to be nice, and you had known that when you started dating him. it took so long for him to open up to you and begin being affectionate, but it had simply faded and been replaced with distaste and words that sting when they come out of his mouth. he had never said he loved you, but he at least acted like it sometimes. nowadays, his affection was replaced by disgustingly blunt and mean comments that seem to be true. he had simply been betrayed too many times to truly love anyone again, and you were the prime example of a failed attempt to love.

ᯓ✿ say you love me

ˋ°•*⁀➷ anemo boys falling for you (alt angst version here)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ venti, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, shikanoin heizou, wanderer x gn! reader

₊˚ character story spoilers, this is more or less just an excuse to write the silly little scenarios in my head involving these boys, some more angsty than others but it’s like 90% fluff

it’s not as if venti were completely oblivious to his own emotions, he understands what’s going on when he notices his heart fluttering when you’re around. when you smiled at him, it was as if his heart were beating right out of his chest. his music so clearly and beautifully graced the air, drowning out his own whispered confession of love. if he were to say it loud enough for you ears to pick up, how would you look back at him? as if fate itself were turning its head and laughing at him for falling so helplessly in love with someone he only considered a friend until recently.

to all but the archon himself, such melancholy tunes played on his lyre while sitting on the hands of a statue made in his likeness were simply meaningless and carried little to no weight whatsoever. the sky was clear, allowing him to gaze ever so wistfully at the constellations in the night sky as he thinks of you. maybe he’d find yours, reaching up and tracing the connections of the brightly shining stars with his finger. he knows he’s nothing more than a god fallen from grace, and not even you knew of the gnosis that had been taken from him. venti’s heart ached at the idea that he may never be able to scream out his love for you due to his own doubts.

yet right now, in the dead of night, he could sing of the love residing deep within his ever-beating heart. with a final song to confess to the night sky, he sings and plays so softly that it’s difficult to hear. even with that, his voice is so soothing and comforting as he sings out the love that had plagued him for a long time now. as he finished his song, he noticed the smallest amount of tears dripping from his face as he finally let out the pent-up emotions. even if he presumed you were far away, he hopelessly hoped that his voice would reach you. your beautiful smile and laugh were etched in the archon’s heart, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

if xiao met the same fate as those he once held dear, he hoped he could at least let out his love for you. it brings him peace that he can protect you as the last yaksha of liyue. he often finds himself separate from society for their own sake, his karmic debt often drawing closer the demons he swore to kill. yet, you stayed close to him despite the immediate danger you often faced. sometimes, he would find the tears pricking at his golden eyes as he reminisces the life he wished he could have lived with you. it would have been a peaceful life full of happiness and love beyond compare, surrounded by his fellow yaksha.

even with that, the light of your smile never passed him by. silently watching over you from afar during the lantern rite, he was torn. xiao wanted nothing more than to join you in the crowd, but what if you got separated from him? would he have the courage to hold your hand? those doubts landed him sitting atop a building and watching from a distance, silently hoping you’d turn around and notice his affectionate observations. as hundreds of lanterns gently floated into the air, he found himself once again fighting the urge to join you in the crowd. it would only be a matter of time before the fireworks begun, maybe then he’d have the opportunity to stand beside you and welcome in a new year.

in the bitter cold of the night air as the first of the fireworks exploded into the inky dark sky, you saw him next to you. xiao smiled gently, not saying a word as the landscape was illuminated with the bright and lively colors of the fireworks. his hand in yours, welcoming a new year together with a kiss. the one thing that couldn’t be heard beneath the explosions of color that could outshine the brightest star was his voice, saying three words he never thought he’d say again. “i love you”

he had fallen for you without a care in the world, allowing it to grow as the days go by for no reason besides the idea that he has nothing to lose by falling for you. kazuha’s heart felt as if it were bursting with love and passion whenever he looked at you. it was a whirlwind type of romance, one in which both parties involved were constantly sharing knowing glances and giggles, overly affectionate with a passion that will surely burn itself out if given enough time.

but it didn’t. he never once doubted his love for you, in fact he was quite open about it. it was bound to make others jealous, the way he was constantly sending letters with gifts when he was away on various travels. whenever kazuha was away from you, he found himself missing you exponentially more as the days went by. oftentimes, he only wanted to return to the place he belonged, in your arms. he doesn’t really enjoy being all alone, so he’d take your hand and hold it ever so tightly. you’ve always been what guides him and gives him peace of mind. your smile was like a guiding star in the darkest of nights, always there to light the way despite the circumstances.

kazuha never truly “confessed”. his actions alone indicated his love for you, and he one day just began saying he loved you. it came so naturally to him that he could never overthink it, like a second nature. those three words flowed so naturally out of his mouth with that beautiful and soft voice of his, it just felt right. what began as simply a lighthearted summer romance had quickly grown into a love that would stand the rest of time, despite any struggles the two of you may face. if nothing else, you’d face it together.

heizou is a naturally flirty person, using that to his advantage to conceal his true feelings for you. being a detective, he was naturally able to read people, yet he could never truly understand what was going on behind those eyes of yours. really, it was such a nuisance to hold these feelings in. alas, it was a hinderance to his work. sometimes he wondered if you could hear his heart beating out of his chest whenever you were around, surely it wouldn’t take much to realize what’s going on here. he’d need for you to simply let him in and he’d be the happiest man in teyvat.

it really doesn’t take a detective to figure out he loved you, it was quite obvious really. how many words at minimum would it take for you to notice his love? even with heizou attempting to hide the feelings in his heart, the summer days spent with you made his feelings soar. sitting on the beach and watching the sunset together, he really couldn’t be happier. he knew he was helplessly in love with you, warmth creeping onto his face every time you smiled or laughed because of him.

so here he was, singing and dancing in the warm sand with you under the sun’s fading light. the crashing of the waves on the shore drowned out your voices, but he hadn’t a care in the world. with his hands in yours, your laugh as the both of you fell into the cool water, he couldn’t be happier. even if both your clothes were now wet, you didn’t care even one bit as his lips met yours.

ever since the day he met you, he feigned indifference and rudeness to hide his feelings for you. he was a perfect example of using his naturally intimidating demeanor to hide the love he held for you. a puppet made without a heart, you had given him all the more reason to continue living. the nameless wanderer was so into you that he couldn’t help but smile to himself after any interaction with you. of course, he wouldn’t be caught dead smiling over you. just like magic, he was immediately done in by you without your knowledge.

he wanted to hate you as much as he pretended he did, that much was true. even after he warmed up to your presence, he wanted to stop acting like his true self around you. he wished he could just shut you out again, yet he couldn’t stop wondering if you felt the same. he assumed you did, based solely off of your words and actions without even the slightest verbal proof. with every single touch of his puppet body, his heart beat out of his artificial chest. maybe he had known you in his past life, maybe his heart broke knowing you wouldn’t remember him.

yet, you seemed to love him in every iteration of his life. he knew it all along, he said as he held your hands and forced himself to confess. the more he tried to fill the metaphorical gap between you, the more he unintentionally forced himself away. sure, he’d admit that he was greedy for your love. it wasn’t that bad to be in love, was it? under a beautiful tree surrounded by colorful flowers, he had his first kiss. hundreds of years living, but you were the only one he ever seemed to want to be around. angry looks and scoffs had been replaced with smiles despite all odds.

ᯓ✿ but you’re not mine

ˋ°•*⁀➷ ei and miko (separately) falling for you while you’re dating the other

ˋ°•*⁀➷ raiden ei, yae miko x gn! reader (separate)

₊˚ angst!! unrequited love, no poly eimiko in this one that’ll be a different fic

the electro archon’s knowledge that you were dating her best friend and the only person who truly understood her would destroy her from the inside out. though her puppet gave a look of indifference, the deity residing within said puppet was anything but. if she could even begin to live up to her citizens’ expectations of her, then would you love her the way you loved the kitsune? ei knew she shouldn’t be so jealous of her only true friend, but she would give the whole world to be the one holding your hand, kissing you, taking you on dates, sharing her snacks with you. having you be just out of her reach was somehow astronomically more painful than the idea of never having met you at all.

the goddess of electro’s love for you was similar to the ideal she ruled over, eternal. the day she finally worked up the courage to confess to you despite your feelings for someone else, a thunderstorm raged outside to signal her inner turmoil. in her artificial throat remained the words she had wished to say to you, but went silent the second they tried to leave her mouth. a love language of averted eyes and avoidance had become the status quo between you and ei, rather unfortunately. if she could tell you how she felt, would you truly understand the weight of the words and what they meant?

for the sake of conversation, could she read your body language? it’s ultimately the best she’d ever get when it comes to you, so it’s best for ei to simply let go and watch you drift away from her. as painful as it would be, it would be for the best. her feelings for you would never truly fade as time went by, the sting of her unrequited love seemed to only grow. loving you from the sidelines had become ei’s unfortunate fate, always making herself cry when she thought about it at the wrong times. she would love you endlessly for the rest of her time living, just say it’s over and let her turn off her feelings and retreat back into her meditation.

in her own time, ei would stop taking control of her puppet so often when you were around. those sparkling purple eyes were replaced with something lifeless and pained indifference towards you.

to embrace someone’s drifting heart and force herself to smile would always be difficult to the kitsune. hiding her love for you behind a flirty and caring mask, how long would it be before she cracked and forced herself to simply say she loved you despite your dating the electro archon. she knew she wasn’t much more than a subordinate of said archon and the holder of the gnosis, but that love for you refused to go away. miko often found herself forcing the feelings down just before she said something that would even hint ever so slightly at her love for you. with that heart of hers that seemed on the verge of just breaking from the sting of seeing you with ei, avoidance was the best she could do. the day she met you, she became dizzy and frozen and simply held her breath before she said something that would ultimately embarrass her.

oh how miko wished it was her, why were you even with ei when the guuji-sama was right there? she was a better match for you than the electro archon anyway, that much was obvious. even then, it was just a useless fantasy she couldn’t help but hold onto out of a pained desperation that you would be hers one day. she could treat you so much better than a puppet whose master was barely ever present anyway, right? every night, miko is the one you’d be talking to you until you fall asleep, shopping with you and buying your favorite foods just to see that beautiful smile grace your adorable face again. as long as you were happy, she supposed she could find a way to move one eventually. your happiness and satisfaction were always exponentially more important in the eyes of the kitsune. sure, it would be nice if you could just love someone who was more than willing to sweep you off your feet with her naturally flirty personality. alas, it just wasn’t the right time. you clearly loved ei, so there was just nothing she could do.

watching helplessly from the side as you seemed to love ei more and more as the days went by, that was the life miko was relegated to. how could she truly grow to adore the world around her when it all seemed to remind her of you? the least she could do in this situation is bottle up those overly convoluted feelings that no one ever truly wants and try to forget about them. when you looked at her, what was it behind your eyes that you longed to see within her? her poor heart simply shattered when she found out you were with her best friend when she had loved you for so much longer. such is retribution for falling so helplessly in love with you. why couldn’t she just tell the truth so you didn’t have to lie?

the things she would give to be able to hold you close, have you fall into her the way you did in her best dreams. she knew deep down that in the end, it would never be her turn. maybe one day she’d at least be able to express those feelings.

MAFUUUUUUU !

Curious on your thoughts of a Lynette x Reader where Lynette is scared they would think less of her for being a part of the fatui

ᯓ✿ what are you waiting for?

ˋ°•*⁀➷ you’re a genius methinks…(i’m a certified lynette lover and going to triple crown her!)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ lynette x gn! reader

₊˚ angst to fluff totally not mafu simping for lynette

lyney’s assistant and twin sister never thought she’d fall in love, not when she already has so much on her plate. you were a rush of blood to the head, an adrenaline rush caused by something as simple as meeting your eye. lynette felt as if she were walking a tightrope every time she talked to you, one wrong move and she’d be revealing her affiliations with the fatui. her love was a dangerous one in every way that could be. if you ever found out, she might not be able to let you live at all. ultimately, it was a thin line between life and death.

such pointless doubts only served to hurt and waste the time you shared. the pain of her being alone and unable to tell the truth only hurt because it was invisible to the outside eye. maybe she’d begin avoiding you for her own sake, but even the smallest and most mundane things would remind her of you. lynette couldn’t help but gravitate back towards you, wishing she didn’t love you as much as she did. past friends had always left once they found her connections to the fatui, often with hurtful words that still stung when she thought about it now. her lifeless purple eyes held a melancholy whenever she talked to you, wanting only to tell you the truth. then you’d either love her still or leave her, instead of leaving her in a form of purgatory in which she didn’t understand how you truly felt.

the day she told you, she was taken off guard by the way you still loved her. it didn’t matter to you, you just loved lynette because she was herself.

I’m having severe Lynette brainrot, do you have any headcanons/thoughts?

ᯓ✿ marvelous

ˋ°•*⁀➷ head full,, many thoughts,, i would totally do a genshin matchup for u

ˋ°•*⁀➷ lynette x gn! reader (headcanons)

₊˚ established relationship, story spoilers, food mentions, non-sexual bathing together

she’s just the sweetest girlfriend ever! despite her quiet and stoic nature, she’s more of a dominant type domestically

she’s the kind of person to make tea or coffee for you when you get home after a long day, snuggling into your side or allowing you to lay your head on her lap while she listens to you talk

alternately, if you’re more of a quiet type, then the both of you can sit comfortably in silence and just rest together

on late nights when you just can’t sleep, your amazing cat girlfriend will run a hot bath for you and gently scrub your hair until you get sleepy

she really just loves you for you, no matter your body type or gender! if you don’t love yourself, then she’ll just love you twice as much!

lynette has memorized your favorite foods, drinks, etc just for the sake of making you smile!

her long hair is silky soft, the same with the cat ears on her head that twitch every time she kisses you

she canonically rescues cats and has many of them, and she might as well marry you on the spot if you get along with her cats as well as she does!

and her siblings too i guess

ᯓ✿ there was no saving you

ˋ°•*⁀➷ inspired by this amazing fic by beau 🫶 in which your illness only seems to get worse

ˋ°•*⁀➷ baizhu x gn! reader

₊˚ ANGST!!! MUCH ANGST, marrying a corpse but like not in a weird way, character death (reader)

he wished he knew from the very second you met that it wasn’t meant to last. the medicines he had brewed for you kept you sleeping and comfortable until the inevitable end. something kept baizhu standing by that bed, he could have gave up but he took care of you. even as you became weaker and barely able to stand for longer than a minute, he was losing sleep looking for something, anything that could cure you. maybe it was his dedication to medicine, or maybe he loved you despite your fleeting life.

in the middle of the night, the doctor had fallen asleep at his desk when he awoke from a nightmare and decided that enough is enough. he had realized something that night, something he hadn’t realized he wanted. baizhu knew deep down that there was absolutely nothing he could do to save you from the rapidly approaching end, this thing is going to kill you sooner rather than later. he’d find himself talking to you while you were fast asleep under the influence of the cocktail of medicines he’d given you to keep you comfortable, telling you everything and pretending you could hear him. if he could only take the ailment that will soon take your life and transfer it to himself, he would in a heartbeat.

as your condition further deteriorated, he knew the end would come in only days. as you took your last breath before falling into an eternal sleep, baizhu’s heart shattered into a million pieces. placing a silver ring on your finger, he’d carry your lifeless body to the grave he prepared just outside his house.

day after day, the doctor would place the flowers you loved on your grave, hopelessly praying that you’d be happy and without the illness that had taken your fleeting life on the other side.

Hear me out

Reader saying I love you to Furina for the first time

I need Furina content

ᯓ✿ butterflies

ˋ°•*⁀➷ furina content you request, furina content i provide

ˋ°•*⁀➷ furina x gn! reader

₊˚ slight angst to fluff, unestablished relationship, slight archon quest spoilers

it’s only three words often used in daily conversation, but it becomes something entirely new when strung together and said with true meaning. furina often felt as if she wasn’t truly deserving of love, having played the role of a god while being a lowly human for hundreds of years. she was but a liar, a fraud. after being given a vision by the dragon sovereign himself for the hundreds of years of suffering and lies, she tried to enjoy her now mortal life to the best of her ability. one thing she had desired for many years was someone to love, being unable to date someone due to her false immortality. they’d simply die long before the true archon was killed to make her mortal.

but you were different. never once did you hesitate because of her past. was this what real love was supposed to feel like? you never felt like the artificial affection she had to contend with as a public figure. sensationalized, no one really knew her desires, dislikes, and who she was behind the mask. well, no one but you.

it was a warm afternoon spent strolling the streets with furina. you hadn’t meant to let the words slip out of your mouth like that, terrified of how she’d react. she had initially thought you were lying, similarly to how everyone seemed to when they said they loved her. yet, you didn’t falter even the slightest and stayed true to your word. the way her heterochromic eyes widened, you could have sworn the teardrop shapes in them turned to hearts as a blush dusted her cute face. she was silent for only a second before repeating your words quietly, her voice shaking ever so slightly out of embarrassment. she had never said it to someone else like that, but furina doubted she’d ever mean it when she said it to anyone but you.

ᯓ✿ inside my mind

ˋ°•*⁀➷ it’s 12:06 in the morning i have a headache and i need to write this IMMEDIATELY

ˋ°•*⁀➷ phantom of the opera au! yan! neuvillette x gn! reader

₊˚ yandere, stalking, he watches u sleep, ooc neuvi :(, written by a theater kid, literally what is this fic i need to go to bed

is this once more a cruel dream? finding yourself onstage under the lights as he watches from the shadows, eyes nearly glowing with malice. a voice ever so recognizable was yours, singing your aria the way you were taught by the man in the shadows. his silvery hair shining in the moonlight as he snuck into your room as was nightly tradition, observing from the corners of your room enshrouded in shadow. in your deepest of sleep, he sings to you and appears in your dreams. such a beautiful voice which calls to you from the darkness, attempting to dispel the stories you’d heard of him.

the phantom only shows himself when he’s absolutely certain you’re alone, emerging from behind the large one-way mirror in your dressing room that was adorned with a beautiful framing and often decorated with flowers you’d receive. as the moon shone through the windows of your quarters, it reflected on the man and made him look almost so heavenly he was sure to be a figment of the imagination. common and often baseless gossip claimed the phantom was of draconic origin, all who had seen his true form turning away and recoiling in fear.

his power over you grew stronger yet, his angel of music. with every leading role and aria in the operas you performed, you found yourself turning to him to teach you. his voice had become a comfort. he had taught you to sing from the day you joined the opera as a meaningless ensemble cast, now watching with a dangerous pride as you performed. oftentimes, he said he loved you while you slept so soundly in your bed, unaware of his piercing and possessive gaze. what he called love for his angel of music would be coined as obsession to the outside observer’s eye. in all your fantasies, you always knew he was the one you desired despite having know real knowledge of him. not his name, only his face and voice.

even the night itself had become blind to his obsession, none the wiser to the man’s growing obsession with you until the day you disappeared. lured astray by the promise of love and happiness, you wasted no time walking through the one-way mirror he used to watch you and into the dark catacombs under the opera house.

I wanna dance with Furina so bad. She’s naturally an incredible dancer, but the thought of relying on another’s movements with their hands around her waist, I feel like it would make for an interesting experience

ᯓ✿ deep end

ˋ°•*⁀➷ yes m’lord,, needed an excuse to write abt her ability to walk on water,,

ˋ°•*⁀➷ furina x gn! reader

°˖➴ currently listening to: a thousand years - christina perri

₊˚ written at 2am at an airport, send help i am exhausted

under the cloak of nightfall, the former archon would take you by the hand to the source of all waters in the land, a large expanse of softly crashing waves concealing what good or bad may lay in the depths. you hesitated for only a second when she asked you to take her hand, her eyes and hydro vision glowing as you stepped towards the water together.

as if walking in a shallow puddle, your steps made small splashes that sparkled in the starlight, yet you didn’t sink into the water fully. the mumbled words of “may i have this dance” were all that were said as you gently placed one hand on her waist, the other intertwined with hers. the glow of furina’s vision illuminated some of the waters below you, revealing fish swimming about through large aquatic plants under the bright blue glow.

the night was warm, allowing the small splashes of cool water from your synchronized steps to feel refreshing. to share a dance with a former god, though she was just a human masquerading as one, she was still a widely esteemed figure in the public eye. sharing a dance with lady furina was something many coveted, yet something only you had the luxury of.

ᯓ✿ never wait for the morning

ˋ°•*⁀➷ kaveh and reader just pining while embarking on a vacation

ˋ°•*⁀➷ modern au! kaveh x gn! reader

°˖➴ listening to: middle of the night - monsta x

₊˚ pure fluff, food mentions, american airports, also written while jetlagged as all hell

late nights spent at airports waiting to board an absurdly early morning flight can sometimes lead to some of the cutest things. leaning on the retractable handle of his carryon suitcase, kaveh pouted slightly at the lack of open shops at this hour. it wouldn’t matter much anyway, soon you’d be getting on a long flight to your destination, hopefully having ample time to rest and fall asleep within minutes.

not even the sun had woken up yet as the plane finally began boarding. a small tug at your hand caused you to turn around, seeing the architect’s somewhat nervous eyes as he followed behind you to a comfortable row of seats. luckily, no one else had sat in that row. this gave you quite a bit more space to sleep. you really didn’t know how you ended up wrapped in a blanket with him, head on his shoulder, but it was quite comfortable and you were simply too tired to care. sharing a pair of earbuds to listen to soft music that helped with flight anxiety and calming down, you smiled to yourself at just how cute he looked when he was asleep.

the sun had risen by the time you arrived at your layover in a small airport. without much to do, he began pushing you around on his suitcase while buying a small breakfast for the both of you to munch on while waiting at your next gate. something about your adorable giggle while kaveh pulled you about on top of his suitcase just made his heart flutter. even more so when you leaned on him in your sleep on the previous flight, he just pretended to be asleep and tried his best to ignore the blush creeping onto his face.

you arrived, albeit very exhausted and jetlagged, at your final destination within a few more hours of flying. both you and him wasted no time in collapsing onto your hotel beds, thinking about how damn adorable the other was when they were just doing the simplest things.

ᯓ✿ hold your breath

ˋ°•*⁀➷ my fav hydro characters + pining for you,, sobs,,,AND YES THE NO EYE CONTACT THING IN NILOUS IS A REAL THING I USED TO DO THEATER

ˋ°•*⁀➷ kamisato ayato, sangonomiya kokomi, nilou, furina x gn! reader

°˖➴ listening to: ハルカ - yoasobi

₊˚ fluffy shit, food mentions, friends to lovers for kokomi, technically unrequited love

as the bitter cold winter melts into a pleasant spring, the head of the kamisato clan found himself falling for you. the sakura bloomed once more as they always did as the days got a little warmer, but the dreamlike weather only seemed to remind him of you nowadays. ayato always considered himself to be somewhat of a loner behind closed doors, never truly able to confide much in any one person. yet, you just turned his whole world upside down the second you became a part of it.

on his lips was the pleasant taste of milk tea, a drink that preparing seems to remind ayato of you as well. the recipe you had given him that added a few ingredients was much better anyway, or maybe it was just because it was your recipe. it’s such a simple matter, but it’s one that meant the whole world. everything from your smile to your eyes set his heart on fire. it’s certainly a sight to see the trusted head of the kamisato clan hiding his blushing face when you’re around, becoming clumsy and nervous.

rumors spread like wildfire among socialites, that much is obvious. ayato just couldn’t help but wish the things whispered about you and him were true, it’s all the same meaningless gossip anyway. the world just wouldn’t have it that way, dooming his feelings to be left unexpressed unless he got the courage to confess for himself.

you were her best friend, someone who helped shoulder the burden of the stress of running a society. the divine priestess was a mess behind closed doors, but it adds up in the best way. holding your hand until hers falls off, kokomi wished she could just tell you that she loved you. yet, she didn’t want to ruin your relationship. the poor girl is already stressed enough without the worry of tarnishing the bond you had with her.

those three words she dreaded so much were such a waste of time when said time could be spent on much more important matters. you knew the hints she had been dropping, pretending not to believe the things she said. it’s only in that way she’s feeling so down lately, but nothing seems to change.

maybe she’d confess during a quiet nighttime walk on the beach. the sound of the crashing waves gave her strength to say the dreaded three words she wished she’d never have to say to someone who might not feel the same.

she nearly froze when she saw you in the crowd during one of her performances. beneath the colorful lights and melodic tune she moved her body to, she was just a girl helplessly in love. the world just fell away when she saw you standing there, watching intently. it’s a rule for performers to not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd so as to not break immersion, but she couldn’t help but look you in the eye as her smile grew.

nilou’s heart was pounding so fast it was as if it were barely beating at all. such beautiful colors swirling around her as she danced, the performer was so infatuated with the idea of you watching her that it felt as if you were the only person in the crowd. at least to her, you were the only one who mattered.

every breath she had taken, every second of her life had led to this moment. time had brought her heart to you, and nilou wouldn’t trade it for the world. just the way you looked at her had her mesmerized, something inescapable. not that she would mind even one bit.

furina de fontaine isn’t exactly one to hide her feelings. tea parties with the former god have always been fun, but more so now that she’s free to express herself. the bittersweet taste of tea in her mouth is familiar, reminiscent of the bittersweet love she feels for you. the sun’s rays beamed through the open window, letting in a refreshingly cool breeze that cut through the warm spring air.

just like sunshine, you were always there to brighten up her day. like the desserts she found herself enjoying, you were so sweet! you reminded furina of all her favorite things, so it would be absurd for her not to love you with her entire being. the only thing that didn’t make her think of you was the bitterness of the tea she drank. sometimes she enjoyed it without anything to sweeten it, the bitterness balancing out the sweet of her desserts.

her love for you wasn’t all sweet. sometimes she finds herself wishing she could tell you how she felt, but her low self esteem prevented it. what if you didn’t feel the same? what if you only thought of her as a friend?

ᯓ✿ treat you better

ˋ°•*⁀➷ giggles then cries,, the boys pining over the other’s partner

ˋ°•*⁀➷ alhaitham x gn! reader

°˖➴ listening to: boyfriend - payday

₊˚ slight angst, unrequited love, friends to lovers, i poured my whole heart out for this one

he’d never lie to you, he’s such a blunt and honest person. it’s simply not something he can partake in, especially not towards you. alhaitham was so blunt when he said kaveh wasn’t right for you. say he’s wrong but you can see the hurt in his eyes when you gently laugh off his advances. spending all this time in a relationship with his own roommate when the self-proclaimed better option was right there just rubbed salt in the open wound that was his heart.

the scholar didn’t believe he had much time for love. at least, that was the case until you practically fell from celestia and into his life. just say the word and he’d give you all the love you’re missing out on. is it really that difficult to see his clear feelings for you? can you really not see that he’s the better option? seeing kaveh’s affection towards you only frustrated him more, especially when you kissed. did all those late nights spent together, promising you’d always be there for each other really mean nothing? even if that meant nothing to you, it was the whole world to alhaitham. no matter how badly he just wants to let you go for his and your sake, he just can’t. it was never that easy.

he’s by no means a stupid man, but sometimes your words towards him leave him stumped and wondering what you truly meant. sleepless, he’d be sitting awake until the sun rose thinking about what you’d said to him. at this point, his love language had become nothing but averted eyes. silence is what he does best. indecisive, he’s secretly happy when you get into an argument with your boyfriend. maybe you’ll finally break up and he’ll have his chance with you. on the other hand, comforting you should be the first priority.

would you even know the meaning behind the words if he told you how he felt? just for the sake of conversation, maybe it would be good to read what he writes about you. but that’s likely the best the scholar will ever get when it comes to you.