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sporadiclilbook · 2 years

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ONLY MINE

yandere! tartaglia x reader

tw : blood , sadism , kidnapping

word count: 1.4k

The eerie sound of dripping water stirred you awake, your surroundings emitting a dark and dangerous aura. Your eyes blurred slightly as you tried to sit up, your clothing seemingly wet from a warm substance. Failing to get up due to what you thought were chains, you decided to assess the situation.

What you knew so far was that you were soaked, dizzy and tied down. But where were you? You knew for sure you were on the floor, you just didn't know where in general.

Your head hurt, everything around you spun whenever you tried to move. Your blurry eyes still unable to fixate themselves on something. The dimly lit room not helping much with your current situation either.

Trying to adjust to the light the quickest way you thought possible, you tried to blink rapidly hoping it would jolt you awake and help you adjust to everything. But that would only hurt your head more if you did it, so you decided against it with the little consciousness you had left in you currently.

Saying you were screwed was an understatement, especially when you had little to no idea of what to do. Squirming around, you managed to prop yourself against the cold wall behind you, your movements still restricted due to the chains you discovered.

You froze, the unmistakable sound of footsteps filled your senses. Even in your drowsy state, you could hear them. Now you were royally screwed, whoever it was definitely had the time to tie you up. So who said they wouldn't have the time to torture you? Or whatever they wanted to do, you couldn't stand thinking of what would happen. But alas, you would have to find out your fate very, very soon.

"Ohh, darling?"

The eerie voice rung throughout the room, artificial light peaked out of the slightly opened door. The creaking of the door helping you find where the light came from. With the extra assistance from the light, you could tell you were in a basement. The stairs up to the door giving away your position, you'd be excited if there hadn't been a man standing in the doorway. Your only exit blocked by your kidnapper.

You could now also see the colour of the substance on your clothing. Red, blood red. Was it yours? You had no clue, but what you did know that it was most likely the cause of the man standing in front of the door.

"How are you, dear?"

Earning no response from you, the man grunted in disapproval and began his way down the steps. One by one, slowly and creepily. It was evident he wanted to scare you, and he was doing a good job at it. Goosebumps lines your skin as you tried to shift further back into the wall out of fear. The chains restricting your movement along with a immense stinging in your stomach area. Were you hurt? How come you didn't feel this sensation before? Questions swarmed your head as the man kept making his way down the stairs.

"Oh how unwelcoming, you know, you should at least reply when someone's talking to you. It's only manners, isn't it?"

A blinding light was switched on, making you shut your eyes tightly from the sudden change in lighting. Your lips refused to move as you tried to pluck up the courage to say something in return. Only a small whimper leaving your lips from your pathetic attempt.

"What was that? I didn't hear you"

He smirked right in front of you, a smirk full of craze and sadistic intentions.

"What a shame, I thought you weren't one to give up easily. I mean, that's what you said to your friend the other day, isn't it?"

It was true, you said that to your friend yesterday. But that was in a game of pool, and how would he even know that? You two were at your place, alone, it was impossible someone else was there, right? Fear filled you once again as you tried to register what he just said, how could he have possibly known that?

You had never seen this man before in your life, was he a friend of someone you knew? Was he a co-worker of yours? Who was he? You had never seen those piercing blue eyes, you had never seen that shiny ginger hair, you had never seen him in your entire life. So how was he standing in front of you? Especially with you chained up underneath him.

"How about a lesson for next time? So you won't fail to reply to me ever again"

His smirk exaggerated even more, he looked practically inhuman. What did he want from you? Before you could process his recent words, you could see a sharp blade pulled out in front of you. It's shiny exterior catching glimpses of moonlight and white light that peaked through the now open door.

"W–wait!"

That's all you could stammer out as he leaned down. His figure close to yours as he played with the sharp blade. Twirling it around his hands, scaring you in the process.

"Wait for what? You need to specify, dear"

Your words caught in your throat, his intimidating aura was too much for you. You had no clue on what to say, but in all honesty, what could you say in this situation?

"Ah, that's what I thought"

His grin turned into a teasing one as he brought the blade closer to your face.

"How about I carve a reminder into you, perhaps that'll help you remember"

He lowered the blade to your cheek, skimming it slightly as he looked down at you, disappointedly yet full of malice. You winced in pain, turning you head to get away from the man. Your facial expression turning hopeful as he seemed to be paused, realization settling in him. You really hoped it for something that would benefit you, not the opposite.

"I forgot! We haven't introduced ourselves yet. Obviously I know who you are, so there's no need to speak"

He looked down at you again, you face scrunching up in fear. Someone who could pause for something as simple as this before harming someone on their own will definitely had some screws loose.

"I'm Tartaglia, I'm soo glad we finally get to talk to each other! I'm honestly surprised that you didn't notice me sooner"

His voice transformed from childish to mature in a matter of seconds, his facial expression following suit. Seriousness now laced his voice.

"Well, I'm glad. You didn't notice me that day either, so it was a perfect opportunity to make you all mine, forever"

He cupped your cheek gently, almost like a lover would. But his gentleness only came from his obsessive personality and clear obsession with you. And his gentleness wasn't all that gentle, his calloused hands pinched your cheeks in all the wrong places and sent waves of paranoia and anticipation down your body.

The blade skimmed your cheek once more, your head unable to turn away this time around. The exterior of the blade sunk into the top layer of your skin, breaking it flake by flake as it sliced across your skin. His grip on your face tightened to the point of no return, restricting your head to the place it was when he began. Your cries of pain supposedly coming off as mute to his ears as he continued.

A slice of skin scraped up on your cheek, the pain unbearable as the spot was left unscarred and untouched in your past. But that surely wasn't the end of it, he leaned down even closer to your face for a better view, his fingers grabbing hold of some loose skin from his previous ministrations and plucking roughly. A muffled scream left your lips, pain coursing through your veins as your body squirmed beneath him. Unable to say anything due to your jaw being held shut with his rough hands.

"Now I know one thing for sure, these cries of your pain are something I long for, and they are all mine now"

His blade lifted from your skin, his work unfinished as he paused to state something.

"I now know that I definitely will not be letting you go"

Only he knew the cries of pain that left your mouth that night, and only he would hear them forever more. He finally had his beloved right here in his arms, and wasn't planning on giving them away, ever again.

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sporadiclilbook · 2 years

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Fraying Mind pt 1

With this keyboard I vanquish my procrastination. Be gone ye cursed thoughts!

(Yan!Scaramouche x reader), modern-day Teyvat.

Also I'm using his real name in this (Well the banner kinda defeats the point of me spoiler-warning it but it's not that visible).

This was supposed to be a one shot but........I got carried away ha-ha!

There has been an itch inside your mind lately. Like a bug crawling inside your mind, nibbling at your brain to gain an acess.

Another day, another boring day of work. Had you known the office life at the Yashiro Corporate was THIS boring, you would've pursued other careers instead. Not that you hate your co-worker, Archons no, they were lovely people.

But doing the same thing over and over again made you felt exhausted.

Grabbing the canned iced coffee from the vending machine. You stretched your arms and went back to work. It's the same thing always. Sort that and this, check the reports that was send in and then compile all of them to give them to Mr. Kamisato. Simple.

Speaking of your boss, you've heard from the people that he was a spitting image of one of his ancestor. Albeit his personality is similiar to that of his sister. But that's ancient talk. It's not like things are always the same.

Still, you wondered how life was like back then. Would you have been more 'free'? Will there be no one to dictate how to use yours? People with Visions are put into a different class, 'To make them learn how to use their powers better!' they said. What a load of bull, most of your teachers say some things like 'Don't do bad things!' and that's it. Walking back to your desk, you can feel your Electro Vision cackle softly around your neck.

Children was jealous of you, people your age was skeptical of you and old people were constantly praising how you have the same element as the Raiden Shogun. But really it doesn't matter if you had a Vision or not. You're still you. After all it's an era of peace now. There's no need for people with Visions to fight. Hell, most even use it for daily uses.

You sat at your desk and take sips of your iced coffee while scrolling through the emails of reports today. Goodness there was a lot of unnecessary ones. You mindly scrolled past. Half-reading the titles. Took you quite a while to seperate the important from the non-important ones. You yawned as you get ready to type away, only to be interrupted by someone.

"Yo, (L/N). Working on reports again as usual?" Oh it was Kaedahara. He must have been visiting Mr. Kamisato. "Mm, yeah. It can't be helped but these reports aren't going to write themselves. Although I wish they did." He chuckled at your little joke. Kaedahara might be a close friend to Mr. Kamisato but he was nice to everyone here. He sort of became a celebrity. Not that he wasn't already one. It's always told to everyone at a young age that a Kaedahara once parried Raiden Shogun's Musou no Hitotachi.

So cool, you wish you had a chance doing that. But going up against a god is kinda scary.

"I better ask Ezume to raise your salary then." It was your turn to let out a laugh "Please do." He left you with a wave and a goodbye as you return to your work. Typing away mindlessly in front of the computer and occasionally turning your head away from the screen to avoid eye damage. The sun was setting down as you typed away the last few numbers and words in the document. You eagerly send them to Mr. Kamisato and let out a yawn.

Stretching yet again, you proceeded to gather your things. It was nice being able to go home at 7PM but you have to start working as early as 5AM. You're pretty sure that if you quite, your sleep schedule will take a long time to adjust. What a pain. It felt like you were basically trapped with your job despite the good pay.

You wonder how it feels to be free. Having no bills to worry about and all.

As you walked back home, a curious figure catches your eyes. It was an old lady selling various trinkets. You stop in front of her small stall and looked at the things she was selling. Temaris, ornately-decorated fans, ningyo dolls and other things. It was quite the traditional catalogue. "See something you like child? Please take all the time to look." The old lady spoke to you. You hummed as you looked around more. You don't really have a use for any of these but.....

"Granny, how much for this braided cord?"

Your eyes was fixed on a kakugumi-pattern braided cord that was made using a violet and white threads. There was just something about it that was begging for you to buy it. The old woman smiled at you "Oh that's a fine choice dear, you can use it as a bracelet." The woman told you the price, which was surprisingly cheap despite the fine craftsmanship of it, and gave it to you in a small gift box.

"Granny, are you sure you can sell it this cheap to me? It seems so well made..." The old lady chuckled "It's fine deary! That cord has been searching for an owner for a long time you know. It used to belong to a young lord of Inazuma." You tilted your head at her, confused as how an item that belonged to a noble ended up being sold by her. "Well I don't really know the detail. The story was passed down by story so it must have changed a lot. In any case, you better go home now before it gets too dark."

"Thanks granny, you stay safe as well!"

Going into your apartment you stared at the gift box. Goodness even the box itself was fancy. It was black with red and white accents, there's even an Electro Mitsumodoe on it! That's the highest honour from back then until now. Whoever this noble was must have been a personal fighter for the Shogun or something. You weren't that great in history but you remember the Shogun having a tengu warrior as her champion, perhaps it belonged to her? Considering how a lot of warriors used braided cords as decorations for their weapons, perhaps she found it impractical and just gave it away? Ah but the granny said it belonged to a lord....whatever doesn't matter now.

Once a possible weapon decoration now a bracelet for someone like you. you clasped the bracelet around your wrist. Huh, it was quite comfy. Even after years, the threads is still in good conditions. After making dinner, you watched the television. Maybe there's some good shows tonight or reruns of that old show Mushounin. Clutching a pillow and laying down sideways on the couch, you mindlessly cycle through the channels until you found one that you like. Hours later you fell asleep on the couch, unaware of a looming shadow.

"Finally that old hag sold the cord to someone. Now, let's see if you're worthy of me....."

Well this is weird, you didn't expect to be aware that you were dreaming. Even weirder that you're in ancient Inazuma. The Tenshukaku stand tall and the Raiden Shogun statue wasn't hogged by tourists. Actually........where is everyone? Was it because you didn't know much of Inazuma history that not everything appeared? You roamed around the empty city, taking in the scenery. It does appear detailed however. You were able to enter the Uryuu Restaurant without waiting for a line and the Yae Publishing House is quite smaller than it is now.

'Huh, this is a really weird dream.....'

Maybe you should try leaving? You started walking out to the city only to be met with an invinsible barrier. Well, that plan's not going to work. So you guess you have to stay in the city for now. You were about to pinch yourself and wake up but a voice startled you.

"Tch, did you seriously think this was a dream? Just how dumb did people get over the years."

Looking back immediately you saw someone with a slender figure wearing traditional Inazuman attire. He was scowling at you, as if he was looking at a bug. Rude. "Uh, who're you?" You asked him. What did he mean this wasn't a dream? "I'm Kunikuzushi. And you, mortal, will house my conciousness for the time being. You have no right to refuse, you did buy the stupid cord after all."

.....what.

"Sorry I don't think I understand..." He grunts at your confusion muttering something about how he will make 'that traveler' pay for his situation. He snapped his fingers and suddenly both of you were in another place. A gloomy forest with torii gates. He then walked to you and stared at you intensely "Hmph, you even have the same element as her. I guess you ARE something. Whatver go back to your mundane life, I need time to rest." Before you could ask another question you suddenly wake up. Archons you were sweating. Taking a deep breath you went out of your bed. 4:07AM. That's enough time for you to clock in as usual.

You splashed cold water on your face and brushed your teeth. After taking a shower and changing into your working attire you realise something odd.

Weren't you sleeping on the couch last night?

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sporadiclilbook · 2 years

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"Careful, He bites." (Yandere!Kamisato Ayato/Reader)

A/n: Here ya go @busy-dadzawa-fish! I mean, this fic is technically a cat!ayato but, e h e. I hesitated on posting this tbh. Soldier, Poet, King seemed so light-hearted and nearly wholesome (especially Childe's POV), so I wanted to write a yandere story that had more of the Yan elements and not the Dere. (I also added a few details to make everyone miserable cause I need the s p i c e.) If you want a fluffy cat story please send another request! I'd be happy to do it! I promised I won't write some messed-up stuff lmao (I swear I'm not sadistic).

Unreliable synopsis: Cat ayato. But heavily based on nekomata myths and I've taken some major liberties after reading yokai.com over and over again--.

Cw: Yandere! Ayato. Signs of abuse. (Technically) Cannibalism. Japanese folklore in a modern setting. I doubt my writing is graphic and disturbing enough but if you find these topics sensitive please don't read the fic. Your mental health matters more, you matter more than some fic, kay? Please reach out if you are a victim of abuse.

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It's raining, and it's cold tonight.

The white cat's ears drooped. It wasn't fond of the rain. The rain often smeared the paws of its feet like spilled cyan ink. It didn't like how the mud sticks to its fur. The sound of raindrops wasn't all that pleasant for its ears either, especially when the place made it sound too loud for comfort.

Traveler...

The cat spoke in purrs. Not long ago, it broke free of its cage to pursue its beloved human. The human traveled a lot, but she was unable to take the cat with her. Unlike her, the cat cannot escape from its stifling responsibilities. It may provide the best services a domesticated cat could offer, but its heart ached for more. "A day in the life of a traveler" interested the cat, who wanted to know what it meant. The cat wished to know what "a day in the life of a traveler" meant. Her spirit was as free as the petals that travel into the wind, and the cat wanted to be blown away towards the path she threaded.

However, as expected, it only led the cat to an uncomfortable position. There is no shelter to be had in these half-abandoned urban streets. Barely any establishments considered adding covers above their sidewalks, instead, the only shade it could crawl under would be underneath the air conditioners.

It whined quietly.

The only place which had a roof was the flower shop.

And it's the one place where it was told not to go to.

The "Sakura Bloom Flower Shop" stands out in its vibrant green and pink paint in contrast to the shallow and dilapidated stores around it. Not only does it outperform the competition in terms of appeal, but the floral scent also drowned out the smell of damp cement and trampled dirt. These two sensory factors were more persuasive than a sign or an advertisement, and the cat longed to enter. Depending on one's mood, this proud store amongst the rundown town could either bring hope or annoyance.

It heard a chime and looked up to see someone smiling.

... The cat seems to know you.

"Pssst, pssst. Come inside, little one." You called out with the door open. Raindrops began to move in splotches towards the store's entrance. You continued speaking under the assumption that it could understand you. "It's cold outside, is it not? Come, take shelter from the rain for the time being. Inside is warm, and I would not offer this if it were otherwise colder."

The feline arched its head. Your accent was quite a surprise to hear, especially in this area, and you pronounce words distinctly familiar to the Kansai dialect. Perhaps you were a village human who moved into the city-- judging how you managed the flower shop, it's easy to assume you worked the land as well.

... It wouldn't hurt to enter, right?

The cat reluctantly stepped inside.

You were an honest human. Your store was as warm as you made it out to be. It looked around and noticed a red beckoning cat figurine sitting on your counter instead of the usual gold one. Why would you bring a red maneki-neko to a store when gold figurines are typically considered charms for prosperous business?

"H-Here."

You gently placed a towel beside the cat. It stared, wondering why you wouldn't help the animal dry off and only observed it from afar.

Even so, it appreciates your generosity. When it was smaller, humans refused to offer assistance to the cat since they believed white-furred cats harnessed the moon's spiritual energy for malicious intent. Humans are foolish most times, and perhaps it's biased to say you're not as bad--

The cat sneezed.

It was ashamed. Just right after you let it inside your cozy place, its body immediately did something involuntarily humiliating. It hoped that you wouldn't mind.

Instead, you covered your nose, mildly petrified.

The cat shrank back.

Oh no. Please don't kick it out.

Did it just mess everything up?

It closed its eyes before you pulled something out of your bag.

The store bell rang once more.

"There you are, Himegimi."

A light-haired man entered the establishment. He shook and cast his soaked umbrella aside. You immediately recognized him upon first glance and gave him a shy wave, which he vaguely reciprocated. His eyes preyed on the cat that eased itself into the corner.

His smile did not reach his eyes.

"I've been looking everywhere for you, and this is where you chose to stay? After I told you to stay put?"

"G-Good evening, Ayato." You sniffed.

Like a mother dragging her kittens along, Kamisato Ayato scooped up the cat by the nape of its neck. You raised an eyebrow. You may be allergic, but you spent enough of your free time watching cat videos to know that that probably isn't the safest way to pick up a feline.

The cat went limp.

There is an array of things you didn't know about the "man" and his "pet" before you, and Ayato would most prefer for that to remain unchanged. He adores your naivety, and he will use it to his full advantage.

Nothing good will occur if you noticed the two anomalies behind his back. What you don't know can't hurt you.

"Allow me to extend my sincerest apologies, (Y/n)." His hand was elevated higher, and his eyes peered deeply into the cat's conscience. The cat dodged Ayato's cold glare as its small paws quivered a little.

The cat observed that you were carrying some tablets and tissue sheets after being raised higher. The cat was a little relieved because it had assumed you were bringing out a spray to scare it away before. Its anxieties didn't make sense. No kind human would shun a cat for sneezing.

"I didn't know my cat entered your establishment."

"T-This is your cat? A-Ah don't worry about it, Ayato." You laughed while dabbing a tissue on your runny nose. "The c-cah-cat isn't shedding, a-anyways. Your cat is well behaved, it's most definitely alright."

"Oh no, I'll be sure she'll be on her best behavior from now on."

The small cat's eyes widened as it peered up at what was above your counter. A kagura bell wand was neatly tucked inside a wooden box. Based on how it was carelessly positioned on a table, you probably did not know about the catalyst's importance. You weren't aware it was a catalyst in the first place.

Ayato hadn't noticed the bell yet and cooed. "This is no good. You're already having an allergic reaction."

You smiled softly back at the cat as if its presence was no danger to your wellbeing.

You're allergic to cats? And you still let it inside?

Ayato pinched his nose and sighed. Someday, your indiscriminate kindness might kill you. "Seriously, (Y/N), I appreciate what you've done for this Himegimi but you ought to stop taking care of whatever poor animal you see. You didn't exactly win the genetic, err, bingo."

The cat, 'Himegimi', opened her mouth. Oh. That must be the reason why you had a red beckoning cat figurine instead. Prayers for good health matter more than gold.

"I took some antihistamines before I let it in, worry not." You folded the napkin nicely and threw it in the nearby trash can. Nobody commented on the large number of tissues hidden beneath the empty potato chip bag.

"In fact, I... feel rather drowsy at the moment because of it. Her name is Himegimi, right? Sorry, I must've mistaken that your cat was a boy. You spoke of it like it was handsome and elegant. I've forgotten that those words can complement a little princess."

Ayato smiled and his cheeks flared up.

Handsome and Elegant.

"I have two cats... 'Yashiro' is my other cat. Is he not handsome?"

You chuckled and joked. "I cannot say. I've never met him."

Well, he's standing right in front of you.

"–I was not remotely aware you own two pets. You only ever talk about Yashi so quite the favoritism you have here. No wonder she ran away from home. Had my clan not been burdened with this illness I would've taken her in." You continued half-jokingly while averting your eyes. For someone who owns not one but two cats, you questioned how great of an owner Ayato is when he grabbed Himegimi by the nape moments ago.

Especially when Himegimi entered the store, limping.

He brought the cat closer to his face. Ayato nearly forgot "Himegimi" is hanging by his fingers.

Ayato deadpanned. "I'm actually a dog person."

"Sure. Cause you definitely smell like a dog person." You laughed again. Ayato grinned. He could never get enough of hearing that.

Ayato suddenly frowned.

"But truly, (Y/n), I'm worried at how easily you animals and people things in. You know what happened to Kokomi."

"I'll be fine."

"You don't know that--"

"As I said," you rubbed the back of his unoccupied palm. "I'll be fine. You worry too much, Ayato."

It's a shame that these affectionate gestures are an expensive luxury. Every time you and Ayato shared a room you are required to take an allergy shot to ease some rashes since he's a self-proclaimed cat lover and he can't remove fur from his clothes no matter how hard he washes them. It's almost like he produces cat allergens himself. You teased about it before but he only gazed at you with glossy eyes.

Ayato's breath hitched. Your hands. He never would've imagined it would be this warm. His face was heavy and overwhelmed, it was on the verge of melting away at any second. Your touch was incredibly delicate.

He wants to scratch and rip it to pieces–

Your gentle voice snapped him out of his trance. "If anything, I'm a bit embarrassed I cannot offer you anything for dinner. What I cooked tonight isn't the most palatable..."

Ayato hurriedly gulped and hoped that you haven't noticed that his human palms were sweating. He wished you wouldn't see past his platonic concern and notice his attraction towards you.

He looked up, tense. "Your signature too-salty ramen?"

You nodded bitterly.

Ayato slightly shrugged while he abruptly pulled his hand away. "I hate to brag but I'm a worse cook than you are."

The cat tilted her chin up and stared blankly at him. If he knew about his skills then he should stop forcing her and Thoma to play hotpot.

"You sounded just like Itto." You shook your head.

The cat blinked.

Itto?

You sighed. "I suppose I'll act like Sara and insist that we should strive to be better at cooking instead."

"I doubt Ei and Miko were pleased to hear her lectures. Act like her and I'll be the same as them. You're better off being yourself. I like you for who you are." Ayato answered the last part earnestly, making you flustered over his shift in tone.

The cat's interest peaked. You naturally encountered a hinnagami, a kitsune, a tengu, and an oni? At this rate, you're most likely an onmyouji or at least someone who has the potential to become one. Onmyoujis can conjure divinations, therefore their fates are intertwined with the supernatural. No ordinary human would encounter yokai as though it's an everyday occurrence. Do you own a kagura bell wand for that reason?

Ayato noticed the cat staring at the table and their train of thought became one and the same. He grimaced.

"Why do you have that?"

Given that it is allegedly unusual for a florist to obtain a wand, the more reasonable queries would have been "where" or "how" did you get that, but Ayato panicked. Fortunately, you didn't seem to mind his somewhat insensitive question.

"Ah, this?" You unceremoniously picked up the bell. The bells chimed a melancholic tone as you shook them lightly.

The two flinched at the sound. The cat squeaked in pain before Ayato covered its mouth.

"Yae gave it to me. She said it would help me dispel wraiths and unwanted yokai. I don't know where she gets such unfounded ideas, but I suppose her eccentric nature is part of her charm."

His elegant demeanor shattered. Ayato's hand slammed down the table while his knees bent back.

"T-That damn fox...!" Ayato's husky and frail voice spat at the bell in your hand.

Whoever gave that to you knows what they were doing. No ordinary human can use the bell as a catalyst. What on earth is that shrine maiden trying to accomplish?! He had suspicions that you're an onmyouji diviner and this confirmed it.

The best and worst part is that you still haven't noticed it yet.

You hummed. "Sorry, did you say something?"

"P-Put that down first."

You flinched and did as commanded. "A-are you alright, Ayato? You sound ill."

Ayato whimpered and bit down his lip. Just hearing the bell drained him a month's worth of energy. Ayato needs to be fed. He paused and pondered over how he should react until he felt the cat yanking his shoulder.

Right, the "cats".

He grabbed the cat once more and gently patted her head.

"I-I'm sorry, (Y/n). I have to go. I forgot the cats haven't eaten dinner yet."

You pouted. "You look under the weather, my friend. Why don't you stay here a little wh--"

"I'm hungry."

He gritted his teeth and offered another cheap smile. It hurts for him to say it, but he needs to decline your offer.

"I'm very hungry."

Your will to look after him deterred. Your too-salty ramen isn't the best way to sate his and his cats' hunger, albeit it would probably give them health complications. Unbeknownst to you, that isn't what Ayato was worried about. You chuckled nervously.

"Understood." You opened the door and helped him carry his umbrella.

"Enjoy your dinner!"

Ayato grinned. Y-You too!"

You're so sweet. You didn't need to say it. He will. And he's growing impatient.

Especially when the cat dragged in quite a generously sizeable meal.

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It's raining outside.

Shikanoin Heizou hated the rain.

Everything that happened in his life that was incredibly unlucky did so while it rained. When he said goodbye to his business partner Sango, it started to rain. When his companion admitted to being a phony, it started to rain.

And as his main suspect bashed him in the head from behind, it started to rain.

But it didn't rain when he first woke up inside a cramped cage. Perhaps the blow was harder than he thought because Heizou mistook the sounds he heard for drizzles. Reality was far crueler, however.

What woke him up was the echoing blood that dropped from hanged dissevered limbs.

Uncharacteristically, aspiring Detective Heizou did not jump for clues, instead, his attention was locked on the petrified girl beside him. He nearly failed to identify her.

So much had been deprived. Her commercial mermaid appearance aged to reflect a traditional deep sea siren, with gills and scales ripped apart. There was no vitality left in Sangonomiya Kokomi. His mind was plagued by the sight of her emaciated cheeks and fish-like eyes. Now, she looked like the shell of her former self.

Kokomi was trapped in this eerie basement before Heizou arrived. She was exceedingly popular, especially among varsity men who applaud her sports tactics. Her connections don't matter anymore. Nobody will come. The sharp, burning sensation where her leg used to be is a painful reminder of that. Only false hope and confidence held her bones together.

At least when Heizou gazed away, the strong fragrance of wisteria drowned her amputated leg's foul odor. Your flowers smelled better than oxygenated blood. Heizou is unsure of whether he should consider that luck. He won't focus his senses with more forebodings of death. When Heizou saw a blue eyeball roll to the other side of the room after the corpse failed to keep it intact, he knew Kokomi didn't come without a friend.

It doesn't take a genius to piece out that the half-eaten limbs dripping down the table were Gorou's. He simply didn't dare to ask about the victim and culprit. And even if he did, he doubt Kokomi would give him an answer the great detective didn't already know.

They both sat motionless. They had no idea that their final moments would be spent together confined in a small dog cage. Gingerly, his stick fingers ran through her scalp while she rested on his shoulder. Kokomi's blood trickled down his pants, but he pretended not to feel it. The dying girl felt relief under his tender touch. They had no sense of time, yet they still awaited this hard day's end. And Kokomi, hoarse and frail as her voice already is, spoke of the future brightly.

"This is not so bad..." Kokomi leaned her weight more on Heizou's arm. Her breathing is slow and far from deep, and her forceful grip on Heizou's arm grazed like a feather's. "Take heart... With (Y/n)'s flowers... We'll have a peaceful..." It pained for her to speak, so Heizou didn't let her finish.

Even in such a moment of despair, Kokomi still thought of her best friend with great endearment.

You have great friends.

You had great friends.

Bile rose to his throat. He lacked the courage to counter that his intuition screamed otherwise. Heizou, a criminal justice student, hoped he could strangle her to give her the sweet release of death. But to his anguish and relief, there was no need to taint his hands, and blood loss caught up to her like a broken hourglass.

Miss Sangonomiya Kokomi was gone. The future she predicted never came. And surely, her family would grieve for their daughter and her varsity team will miss their manager.

".... Man alive." He uttered his catchphrase. It was painfully ironic.

Heizou cradled her corpse for hours, denying the facts for his sanity. She was cold and damp. The stains in his pants reached oxidation until she also stopped bleeding out. The cage had never felt smaller and claustrophobic.

He waited for something to kill him. He waited for his turn.

And then he heard screaming from upstairs.

"I don't have to explain every little thing, Ayaka! You're old enough to know that you should just listen-- If you would JUST listen!"

Heizou chuckled lifelessly. The voice belonged to Kamisato Ayato. Who else would it be?

It's regrettable that Heizou stepped right into his trap rather than catching his suspect. Heizou had suspicions about the individual because he had no presence in public records or social media, yet Kamisato Ayato appeared right at home within the campus' crowd. Heizou's intuition never lied.

But he didn't expect that his target was a yokai.

Heizou had a gut feeling, yet he willfully ignored it. The urge to devour human meat does not come naturally from sane people, but the same cannot be said for the supernatural. He initially thought you were responsible for the disappearances. The majority of the victims, including Gorou and Kokomi, who went missing were from your friend circle. But you were allergic to cats, Heizou saw your reactions first hand, and the pieces of evidence were usually embedded with--

The door to the basement opened.

Ayato emerged from the shadows and dropped a white-haired cat without consideration. His volume was lower as he spoke. "Fine. If I must spell everything out for you, I will."

Cat hair.

Heizou curiously watched the cat-- the bakeneko-- shudder in fear as her brother untactfully dragged something heavy across the floor. Ayato didn't seem to notice that Heizou was awake or that Kokomi had died. He didn't even care about the half-eaten Gorou sloppily decaying on his table. His human fingers were far more occupied wrapping around another deceased woman's high ponytail.

The victim had blue-gray eyes underneath her light blue bangs. Heizou had never seen that woman on campus or in the basement before. The woman appeared to be younger than them-- likely a senior high school girl. Her girlish red ribbons gave it away. Her appearance is uncannily similar to Ayato's. One thing to note was that nekomatas can take the appearance of their former masters. And Heizou had a bad feeling that Ayato stole her brother's identity.

"Right after you eat."

He threw the corpse in front of the cat.

The cat, Himegimi or more truthfully "Kamisato Ayaka", breathed in sharply.

This was the second time her brother offered a woman's corpse. It wasn't as if bakenekos and nekomatas are unable to digest what regular cats eat. Her brother invites her to partake in human flesh, if only so that she will be able to shape-shift into one more easily. Ayaka is not particularly talented in transfiguration, it would take years to master without the proper diet. And this was the solution her brother offered.

Human corpses.

"Don't worry, she was already dead when I found her."

Heizou and Ayaka didn't question him. The corpse was littered with month-old scars, and in the dark, their skin appeared discolored. Heizou assumed the woman had drowned, and Ayato had gone to retrieve her shortly after she died.

That was a scene Ayato liked. He grinned broadly when he observed the woman fumbling about in the hope that the boy on the bridge would reach for her hand. But honestly, was he ever obliged to set free what is essentially a great opportunity?

Based on her body's bruises, the deceased must've handled her brother's disappearance poorly. It must've been incredibly painful for her to see her missing brother in her final moments.

If Ayaka could just master taking this woman's form, then they could abandon their yokai lives. They could live their lives as human siblings, and no one would bat an eye. If she could just do what she was been told, then Ayato would've had you in his arms.

The two yokai jolted as they heard Heizou banging inside his small cage.

"YOU BASTARD!!!"

Heizou screamed, raspy and full of hatred. It was all he can do. However, his emotions were foreign to them, and they did not reach yokai. The nekomata laughed.

"Ah, so you're finally awake. How marvelous. A pleasant evening to you, Detective Heizou." He replied sardonically. "Hah. From detective... to victim."

Heizou bit his tongue and let his anger simmer. There is nothing he can rebut with when the truth hurts more. Shikanoin Heizou ceased speaking for the remainder of the evening, for now.

Ayato caught a glimpse at the body beside him. "Hmm. It appears that she's already spoiled. Pity. I would've saved this woman from drowning if you just ate Miss Sangonomiya, my dearest sister. Wasting food... I'm almost sure that human mothers give punishment for that."

Ayaka gulped as she relives the pain of kneeling on salt in her most excruciating memories.

A bakeneko living with her nekomata sibling is torture.

He is doing this out of love. He would not be infuriated if that wasn't the case. This was the norm of their family's culture. Kamisato Ayato would not let two innocent women die if he didn't love his stupid, weak, little bakeneko sister.

He hissed. He did not like the pathetic look on her face.

Kamisato Ayato was normally not akin to a savage beast. He believes that he and his sister must carry themselves with elegance at all times, even when their actions are deemed immoral. When partaking in human flesh, he cuts and boils them into a nice pot with his handpicked eccentric seasonings. He refuses to eat until his friend Thoma had tenderized their meat and had their bones discarded. But he had grown hungry and impatient.

After you carelessly chimed the kagura bells, Kamisato Ayato had grown more restless.

Everything that went down tonight is your fault.

"Did you not wish to walk at her pace? Did you not long to run and bury your head on top of that dandelion human's shoulder? Did you not wish to travel alongside her?"

She is aware that her brother is distorting events to make it appear as though she was the one who yearned to be a human. Because the love of his life, you, cannot survive around animals like her, Ayato took the whole truth and poured some out. She is a liability as a bakeneko, after all, and yet...

Ayaka sobbed. She sobbed because she knew the answers to these questions. She sobbed because she knew the lengths she would go through for her favorite human as well.

And she was repulsed by the whole truth.

Ayato violently grabbed his sister's face. Her snot ran down his palm whilst he pinched her mouth open.

Ayaka resigned to her fate.

"You want to see Lumine again, don't you?"

... Yes.

"Then eat."

And she took a bite.

It's a major shame, truly, that Kamisato Ayaka never found out that the dandelion human was her brother's first meal.

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Nice to see you back!

In the flesh! Thanks anon.

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I will beat the living hell out of my procrastination. And what better way to do it by returning to my roots of Yan Genshin? Also this is solely based on a sus leak of her personality.

Puppeteer with silver strings

(Yan!Sandrone/Marionette x reader)

TW: Body Horror, Gore

You'll never guess you'd work for Lady Sandrone after faithfully serving Lord Pantalone. You've heard a lot of rumours about her......hobby. Still you tried to give her the benefit of doubt. Which in the end was useless when you first saw it. At first you were terrified, almost throwing up even.

The various viscera strewn across her workshop, some were starting to rot and some were preserved in a jar. You had knocked on the door first, with the intention of brining her the latest report of one of her various projects. You somehow controlled your shock and fear, instead opting to clear your throat. "Apologies for intruding my lady but I brought you the latest report from one of your facilities." Handing her the file, she seemed pleased at your lack of reaction. Was it amazement? "If there's nothing else, I shall take my leave." With that you bowed and leave her workshop, the feeling of eyes burning onto your back never leaving.

The next encounter you had with her was while doing simple paperwork. The Harbingers has far more important matters than silly matters. So it is people like you the work are handed to. Noticing her in front of your desk, you slowly looked up to meet her eyes. "Is there something you require of me, Lady Sandrone?" She hummed, staring at your for a full 30 seconds before finally answering you. "Tell me, are you familiar with puppets?" The question made you think. You didn't really have opinions on puppet but.... "I remember going to a puppet show with my parents when I was young. The fact an inanimate object can have myriads of movement with only some parts of their body attached by a string is interesting."

You hope this answer satisfied her. If not, you dare not think of what might happen to you if it doesn't. "Is that so....then you shall accompany me to a puppet show then. I need new inspirations and you're the only one with general knowledge of it. I believe your input will be more valuable than my other underlings." With a nod you accepted her invitation, albeit you felt like you were being blackmailed into going with her. "Understood my lady, I shall accompany you." She then gave you the time and place where you will meet her, expecting you to not be late or else. That night you nervously sat on your bed. Considering there was human remains, the rumours must be true.

She is making puppets out of real human being.

Suppose you should have seen it coming, considering her title is Marionette. But you don't want to end up as one of her dolls. Your only plan is to please her with answers that is up to her taste and live to see another day. It'll be like walking in a field of snow with bear traps underneath so you'll need to be careful. As the day of the pupper show was nearing, your anxiety soared. You kept telling yourself it will be fine. Nothing will go wrong. If you succeed, she will have a positive opinion of you. A great relationship with your superior is good, right? Splashing water to your face and wiping it with a towel, you look at yourself in the mirror. You took several deep breaths, reminding yourself that you're not on a date. You were walking on the thin line between life and death.

Arriving earlier so that you don't upset her, you waited until she arrives. What shocked you was the fact her usual giant of a puppet wasn't with her this time. You don't think you, or anyone else in that matter, have ever seen her without it. She always went everywhere with it. "Lady Sandrone." You greeted her while bowing. "Let's go." You nod your head and went with her into the theater. You have fond memories of the theater. Your parents met here and they used to bring you to various shows all the time. It wasn't only puppet shows but also opera singing or theater plays of ancient stories.

Soon the show began and your eyes was focused on the show. The puppet type that was used was marionette, same as Lady Sandrone's title. The curtains was lowered until the top half of the theater was covered, hiding the hands that controlled them from above. The story was about 2 lovers who were seperated by war. One of them was engulfed in grief when her beloved was forcefully drafted in the army. Soon enough, she commissioned paintings of her love and even dressed up mannequin so that she can pretend. The only thing grounding her to reality was the fact that she was sure she would feel the skin of her love once more.

But came the plot twist. Her lover had died in the war. The body was given to her to be prepared for a funeral. This was the last straw. In grief she told the public it would be a private funeral and that she will cremate the body and have the ashes be turned into a piece of jewelry so that they can be together until her end. The public believed her, dimissing her decision as one that belonged to a grieving widow. But alas it was all a lie. She had hidden away the body, had it preserved. Missing body parts replaced with porcelain. Rotting flesh with putty. For she was truly desperate. For she still believed her love was alive.

Soon the ending arrived. At last the woman realised that she cannot truly save her love. Her appearance was disheveled. As she look in the mirror she realise that there was only one way they can be together. Cutting her long hair that reached the floors, she used it as the hair for her life-sized puppet. Dressing it in the gown that was gifted to her by her love. Spraying it with her favourite perfume. She placed the puppet next to her love and burn the whole villa. Her love and her puppet placed in the basement for safekeeping. She could only hope the rubble from the fire would hide the entrance forever. So that none can disturb their slumber.

The show ended and you glanced over to Lady Sandrone. She didn't seemed to have any positive nor negative reaction to it. The two of you went out of the theater and walked back to the palace together. "What did you think of the show? Did you enjoy it?" She asked you to which you replied "The puppet's movement was smooth and there wasn't a single clunkiness to it. It truly showed the mastery of the puppeteer." She hummed at your answer.

"And the story?"

This made you silence for a while. You never thought she would ask about the story. "It was nice. The characters were well written." Silence filled the air again. Was that not the answer she wanted? She doesn't seem disappointed. Then again, you are walking behind her. She suddenly stops and turned around to look at you. "Is that so.....then come with me again." Your eyes widen at the statement. Lady Sandrone wants you to accompany her? You swallow your saliva in fear. Was this a good sign or a bad one? "If that is your wish my lady." Sandrone smiled at you, and it looked colder than Snezhnaya's winter.

After that she took you plays after plays. Often asking you opinions about them and you kept answering. Soon enough your fellow underlings suspect that you were becoming the Harbinger's favourite. All those time spending with her made you more relaxed around her. You were starting to consider her a friend. Sandrone however was thinking. Thinking of how wonderful of a puppet you'll be.

Sandrone admit, perhaps she has fallen in love with you. Such a strong emotion this is. She has never felt something like this before. Is this what the puppet from the first show you've seen together felt like? Is this genuine happiness? Her fellow Harbingers achieve it through other means and she has always felt jealousy. But now she doesn't have to. She has you. And thats enough to satisfy her.

You'll be elegant, strong, and perfect. Unlike those improper puppet that was made out of those that she dislikes. No. You will be her masterpiece. Every people of various arts needs one, no? She think it was cute. How you don't notice the time she was staring at your biological info. Measuring your height and designing the perfect little puppet. All hers to cherish and control. Her plans takes time but it's ok she can wait.

Until one day she could not.

You were packing your things. Were you fired? No, that can't be. "Why are you packing up your things?" She asked you. It seemed like no one told her that a few arrangements has been made and that you've been told to work for Lord Pantalone once more. You tell her the news, but you didn't expect her to....have an outburst. The puppet behind her stood tall behind her. Towering over both of you. But you know she's the one in charge. Foolishly you tried to reason with her. "L-Lady Sandrone, though I work for Lord Pantalone again. I will always make time for our puppet shows."

"I don't care about that."

"Without you I can't make my masterpiece. No other person would be fit. No no no NO. YOU CAN'T LEAVE."

Her outburst startled you. Her puppet then grabbed your hand dragging you to her workshop. You dreaded every second. Muttering prayers in your head to The Tsaritsa that you may live to see another day. That you may be saved from death's clutch. But oh little did you know. Your prayers are answered. Just not in the way you think. You were strapped onto a chair, your chin lifted to see Lady Sandrone's face. "Don't worry love, you'll be fine. It won't hurt I promise. It'll be quick. Would you like for me to sedate you? No, I want you to feel my love for you."

Her crazed ramblings of love instilled fear even deeper inside of you. Your breathing was quick. Behind her, in the shadows, you see it. A puppet that looked like you. You started to squirm but Sandrone cooed at you, shushing you as if you were a child throwing a tantrum. "Don't worry, it's a very nice puppet. I put all of my talent and effort into it. Won't it be wonderful? You as my puppet, and I, the hand that will control your silver strings." She started to grab tools and held you down. "Don't worry, soon you'll wake up feeling much better." Your screams of pain and her crazed laughter filled the room.

And soon you woke up.

Feeling......nothing but....what is it...

Devotion, yes that's must be it. But to who again...?

"My...lady?" You weakly said to the familiar woman in front of you.' She cupped your cold cheeks in her hands. "Silly you, you know you can call me by my real name now." She leaned into your ear, her breath brushing against it like a cold wind. Yet you did not shiver. "Let me whisper it to you........."

#sporadicpage #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere sandrone x reader #yandere sandrone

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sporadiclilbook · 2 years

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Aight fellas apologies my ADHD kept winning the duel

Now I’m back though..........I think? I don’t know lots of stuff happened. I’m not even sure if I should.

Just like how Ichikawa went on hiatus because of her PS5, I went into hiatus thanks to FFXIV, PGR and Counter:Side.

Might add those to my writing list.

But just like Ichikawa, she got off her PS5 and continued Houseki no Kuni so I guess it’s time for me to be back as well.

but fr, lmao. I’m truly sorry for being that dad who went out to get milk and just never returning. Though I did spent more on AO3 more than ever.

I might actually migrate my works there? But I’ll still be here.

Not sure if I’m going to do the requests in my inbox but......just resend them I guess. I’ll see if I can fight my demons to do ‘em.

Anyway yeah sorry for going out for milk for a yearish :’D

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sporadiclilbook · 3 years

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I DREW YANDERE ZHONGLI NOTICE ME

re: This is amazing I can't thank you enough-

LOVE YOU TOZU

#submission #zhongli #genshin impact #sporadicsubmission #TOZU THIS IS WAY TOO GOOD FOR ME #I DONT DESERVE YOU #ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

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sporadiclilbook · 3 years

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JSBXHEBDUDB

sorry for uhhh not doing anything I felt a bit burn out.

So I took a break and feeling a better now

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sporadiclilbook · 3 years

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Prima materia

Yandere!Kaeya & Yandere!Albedo x gn!reader

Wordcount: 4156

CW: Yandere themes, mentions of violence, death and NSFW

An angel.

That’s what Kaeya thinks when he sees you - he’s far from being a religious person, yet this word appears in his mind, vivid and burning, pushing out any other thought away. He stands here, starstruck and unsure what to do, devouring your visage with his eye alone.

Your first meeting is incidental - he walks around the Mondstadt, looking for the leads for the recent mass disappearance case. An alarming number of people went missing right before the Windrise festival. All are destitute alcoholics with no real importance, all except one - Javier Lawrence, who in this case is a rich alcoholic, and a reason why investigation even started. Mondstadt may be a nation of freedom, yet money and status still dominate most of its social dynamics.

Kaeya goes to Eula first - Javier was her twice removed cousin after all, she ought to know something. The spindrift knight is restrained in her speech, careful not to insult her missing relative, despite the deepening frown. She says almost nothing new, stating that Javier had a passion for drinking and wasting his days away, she also mentions his favourite places to wander while drunk - gardens, plaza and the forest outside the city.

Visits to the first two bear no fruits - Kaeya doesn’t find any eyewitnesses, but hears tons upon the tons of complaints and insults directed at the missing, so he heads for the forest, expecting to find the mangled body among the heaps of green leaves - being drunk in the forest deep is never a good idea, yet he finds none. He stumbles upon you instead.

You sit among the wild flowers and bitter herbs, head bowed, closely inspecting the plants in your hands and humming a light tune as you do so. There’s a certain serenity about you, some kind of magical elegance radiating off of every movement, it’s deliberate, yet relaxed. You remind him of the forest nymph from the paintings he saw - celestial and seductive, and totally unaware of the effect you have on him.

This feeling is further exacerbated by the simple white shirt you're wearing - the material is thin and half-transparent, already revealing the outline of your torso. Kaeya gulps when he imagines it getting wet and clinging to your body, your skin and nipples showing through the flimsy fabric. The only thing that spoils this otherwise perfect sight are small dark bruises both hands, blooming like two ominous roses.

“Hello”, he finally suppresses lustful urges and steps closer, distracting you from the herb picking. “My name’s Kaeya Alberich, I am the cavalry captain of the Knight of Favonius, and I want you to answer a couple of my questions”.

You turn unnaturally still upon hearing his voice, hands squeezing the plants, even your breathing is impossible to hear. You are terrified. Kaeya turns his head to the side at this picture, eyebrows raised - this is… a very interesting reaction.

“I am sorry, I am not allowed to talk to strangers”, you say, finally collecting yourself and raising your head to meet his eye, and Kaeya finds himself struck again.

Stars.

You have star-shaped pupils. Just like him.

He makes a step again, back this time, as his chest starts to rise and fall faster, breathing accelerating. Why do you have these eyes? He thought he was the only one left…

“Sir Kaeya, what brings you here?”he hears a familiar voice. Albedo comes from the forest deep, quickly striding to him and then stopping between you and the cavalry captain. Alchemist's face remains indifferent and his tone impassive, yet through the haze of confusion and shock Kaeya still notes how he protectively put himself between you two, as if shielding you from his gaze.

“Investigation. I thought asking… this lovely person a couple of questions might help solve the case”, he flashes one of his most charming smiles to Albedo, who predictably remains apathetic towards such displays. You, on the other hand, still sit on the forest ground and have your eyes shifting between Kaeya and Albedo, with fear and hope respectively.

“I am afraid you won’t find any answers here. They are under my care, and they don’t know anything about whatever your case is”. Albedo’s voice still remains polite, but Kaeya can taste the hidden hostility, he almost backs off from surprise.

“Well, that’s unfortunate”, he admits defeat and puts on a smile again - it’s a colder one this time, less genuine - and turns on his heels, throwing “have a nice day” as the afterthought, insides burning with the strange mix of disappointment and resentment.

He almost leaves the forest, as he hears Albedo talking to you: “It’s alright, [First], I won't punish you for speaking to him, he asked you first”. You reply something, but Kaeya is too far to make out any of your lovely voice, yet the things he witnessed today are enough to spawn a horde of questions.

Why does Albedo act so possessive? Why do you allow him to do so? What connects you two together? And most importantly: Who are you?

Thousand different theories fleet through his mind, as he mulls over new information. He doesn’t come back to that place, despite his curiosity nagging him to do so, he can’t - Kaeya is now acutely aware of the power Albedo seems to hold over you and returning might anger the alchemist.

Cavalry captain returns to the case of missing people, yet his mind continues to wander off, thought returning to your face and voice and body and the colossal mystery cloaking you.

***

Investigation progresses unbelievably slowly - if he was a gullible person, Kaeya would’ve thought that all of the missing just vanished into thin air - no leads, no traces, not a single clue of what might have happened, leaving the knights with nothing but straws to grasp at. To add to the severity of the situation after a week of receiving the case from Jean, Kaeya is notified about the new disappearance of two other people - Joachim and Luckas. They’re also a pair of alcoholics, the first one was last seen around the Angel’s Share, the second one was heading for the Dragonspine.

Kaeya goes to the said tavern - at first he just talks with the patrons, effortlessly fishing out the information about the missing person, which brings nothing new (again), then he gets a bit bored with drunk-interrogating others and decides to ask Diluc what he might’ve seen. And that also reveals nothing new (again) - Joachim has visited the tavern, ordered some wine and after a couple of bottles downed, left. Nothing extraordinary or groundbreaking, just a day of another Mondstadtian drunkard.

It seems that he isn’t destined to find whatever spirited Joachim away, so Kaeya leaves the city heading for the snowy mountain in the distance. He asks around the adventurers camp near the ruined tower, only to hear that Luckas was seen around the mountain.

Kaeya walks to the Dragonspine, already feeling the chill at the foot of the mountain, and his determination slowly melts - Dragonspine is one big freezing hellhole, full of monsters and Fatuis who for some reason decided to reside here, yet one particular face appears in his mind. Seeing you again might be worth the whole trouble - he noticed you a couple of times, always in the company of the certain alchemist, so if Albedo is in his camp, then you’re most likely there too.

Now inspired Kaeya quickly traverses the mountain, skillfully avoiding the hilichurl tribes and skirmishes altogether. After a short, yet frankly gruelling travel he finds himself finally arriving at the camp, your figure seen from the entrance. You sit near the alchemical device, tightly bundled up in layers upon layers of warm clothes, a book in your hands with no Albedo in sight. The alchemical apparatus is on, dyeing the whole room into scarlet shades, something red boiling inside of it, filling the air with the strange metallic scent. “Recent history of Teyvat”, Kaeya reads the cover and takes a step in. You remain still, too engrossed in reading to hear his footsteps, which he uses to take another good look at you.

Your face still looks lovely as it was on that day, yet there’s now a strong aura of frailness present - a greyish undertone of the skin, dry, chapped lips, pinkish-red rims blooming on your eyes, duller hair, even the fingers holding the books appear to be thinner. You look emaciated and exhausted, you must be sick.

“Hello”, Kaeya decides to pop the bubble of tranquility again - you quickly lift your head to look at him and almost drop the book: “We met before, in the forest, remember? I am here because of an investigation”.

“I am sorry, but I don’t think I can be of any help and I am still not allowed to talk to strangers”, you say and return to reading, pretending that he isn’t here.

“Well, that means we can introduce ourselves, so we won’t be strangers anymore and you will be able to talk to me without breaking any rules, right? Hello! I am Kaeya Alberich and I work as cavalry captain in the Knights of Favonius, pleased to meet you!”, he puts on his warmest smile and outstretches his hand to shake yours.

“I am not sure that this is a good idea, Albedo warned me to avoid outsiders”, you say, looking uneasy, as you throw a quick glance, past Kaeya, to the entrance of the camp.

“Albedo and I are coworkers, we both even had to work on some missions together, sure he doesn’t think of me as some outsider”.

“If you say so”, you sigh and cave in, your palm finally touching his. Kaeya feels the corners of his lips creeping up at the sensation, his heart skipping a beat or two: “I am [First} and I am… Albedo’s ward, pleased to meet you too”

“Now with introductions done, can I ask you a question?”, he takes another step and you nod - a step more and he might feel the warmth radiating off of your body, or hear your faint breathing, or smell your scent.

“Where are you from?”, your eyes widen at that. Kaeya finds himself almost hypnotized by this sight: the stars in your eyes shine with a renewed strength, the pale sunlight bringing out their warmth and radiance.

“I don’t really remember”, you admit, voice quiet and small: “Albedo says he found…”

“I discovered [First] in the heart of the mountain”, alchemist ends it for you, standing at the entrance of his camp with both of his assistants by the side, hands occupied by the local flora.

“Timaeus, sort and prepare ingredients”, he hands the herbs to the man: “Sucrose, you check up on [First] and give them.. the medicine, don’t worry I’ll just talk to sir Kaeya there”, Timaeus and Sucrose rush to the assigned task, with the latter taking out a red vial from the alchemical drawer, the liquid inside shimmering and glowing with an unnatural glitter. The last part is said to you, as alchemist gestures for the cavalry captain to go outside, quickly leaving the room.

Kaeya follows him as they both leave the camp - Albedo walks unusually quickly, not looking around even once to check if he’s still behind, and only when the both of them leave the camp far enough - so far that you, Timaeus and Sucrose turn into a small dots does he stop.

“What do you need? Why did you interrogate [First]?”, Albedo says, skipping all of the courtesies. His voice remains neutral, but Kaeya can feel the displeasure - it radiates off of his pose and faster speech, how Kreideprinz’s disinterested eyes suddenly turned cold and piercing.

“Easy, easy”, Kaeya half-laughs, raising his hands in mock defence: “interrogate is a strong word here, we two just had a friendly chat”.

Teal eyes narrow at this whimsical answer and alchemist’s face sours: “Leave [First] alone”, he voices, darkly and angrily - Kaeya almost backs off from surprise - it’s quite unusual to see Albedo express his disdain so freely and openly, yet he replies in the same carefree tone:

“I won’t, not until you say where they’re from at least. [First] has star-shaped pupils, we both know what it means”.

“I already have said that - I found [First] deep underneath the mountain, completely frozen. Cold must have trapped them in the ice and preserved their body for all these years, yet it also damaged their memory. They seem to be unaware of what happened to your homeland five hundred years ago, nor do they have any idea of the present world". Kaeya intently observes Albedo as he says that - alchemist is certainly hiding something.

"That's how.. Well, I wish [First] good luck in retrieving their memories", he decides not to press further - Albedo is already in a bad mood and won't tolerate him fishing for more information, nor will the alchemist agree to share what he hides. Kaeya asks him a couple of questions pertaining to the missing person and he gets the expected answer - Luckas wasn't seen by Albedo or any of his assistants either. Alchemist says it a bit quicker than he usually talks, Kaeya chalks it up to annoyance.

***

The first useful lead appears after the third disappearance this month - Masha Haedle, who was characterized as hardworking and passionate, yet troubled by her alcohol addiction, vanished on the way to her job. Her employer sent one letter after another, demanding her to visit her workplace, lest she will be fired. Haedle didn’t answer any of the messages, nor was she spotted anywhere in the next few days.

It was her concerned neighbours who notified the knights, who quickly connected her disappearance to the series of other missing cases and Kaeya was dispatched again - he decided to start by investigating her house and he was right in doing so.

Her place is barren, but tidy, Haedle's diligence and financial issues shining through the simple interior. Kaeya strides among the neatly cleaned house until he enters a small bedroom.

Unlike the rest of the place, the bed here is undone, sheets lay messily across the nightstand and floor, with a couple of plant pots knocked over, dry soil sprawled everywhere. He comes closer to this picture, taking in the small details - there's a trace of fingernails on the wood, as if the victim was latching onto the furniture as she was dragged back, a part of the sheets is actually burnt, with a small candle crushed on the floor - it could be knocked down when kidnapper attacked Masha, and the most glaring piece - an orange dimly glowing crystal.

It crumbles and disintegrates the same second Kaeya picks it up, but this short moment is enough to feel the warmth radiating off of it - it's a geo crystal, formed by the reaction with pyro.

Whoever attacked miss Haedle was using a geo vision to put out the fire, and might also be the reason of other disappearances. After all, a vision user kidnapping the drunkards is just as nonsensical as said drunks just vanishing into thin air, leaving nothing behind.

***

Mondstadt embraces the Windrise festival with the same warmth it always did, as citizens of all sorts start to prepare for the coming festivities. Some decorate their houses with dried and paper flowers that they consider anemones, others stock up on both sweets and wine, no doubt for a celebratory dinner, bards recite the new songs, praising the anemo archon and caroling the freedom that Barbatos gave them, and knights, both high and low ranks alike are piled with even more work.

Kaeya finds himself temporarily dispatched from the dead-end investigation, tasked to look out for any suspicious persons and possible lawbreakers, as a horde of tourists and traders flooded the city. He spends the entire day working, and catches a breather once the sun starts to set. This break, however, is swiftly interrupted, when Jean summons him, asking to deliver some messages to Albedo for the lack of workforce.

Unsurprisingly, the alchemist spends his time outside of the city in a temporary camp, preferring the fresh air and forest landscape to the human loudness and cheer. He finds you alone again, with Albedo nowhere to be seen. Seems that whatever disease has plagued you started to back off - your tone is still far from healthy, yet it stopped being so ashy and grey like the first time, and your starry eyes no longer look like you’ve cried all night non-stop.

You stand near the table, slowly sorting the alchemical compounds, with both sleeves rolled up, exposing the delicate, elegant wrists and the old bruising on the forearms. The setting sun almost lights your visage on fire - you look brighter, more vivid, than you did under the pale Dragonspine sun or the cool shadow of the forest. You look like you glow too.

Even with the fatigue, he still smiles - ah, you’re so easy on the eyes, he rests just by looking at you..

“Hello”, he approaches, distracting you from your task for the third time: “is Albedo here?”.

“He left some time ago, he wanted to sketch hilichurl tribe. Said it’s too dangerous for me, so I am just standing here, waiting for him”, Kaeya can sense a mild disappointment coming from you, which is not surprising - spending your time in the wilderness, while the city before you is set ablaze in the celebration can frustrate anyone. He gets an idea.

“I see you want to see the Windrise for yourself, am I right?”, your affirmative nod, “How about I accompany you to Mondstadt and we both have some fun?”.

“I would really want to, but Albedo asked me to stay here. I don’t want to disappoint him”, you reply, the hesitation in your voice clear as day.

“And you won't!”Kaeya retorts: “I will take all the blame, say that I spirited you away with my persuasion skills”, he adds dramatically and outstretches his palm in a theatrical gesture. You giggle at that, obviously entertained by his antics.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me”, you take his hand, before asking: “this is why you came? To invite me to a festival?”

Oh, he forgot about messages.

Kaeya leaves them in the secure box you pointed to, before taking your hand again and almost running back to Monstadt. Something tells him that Albedo will be livid once he returns to the now empty camp.

***

“Oh gods”, you gasp, looking at the burst of colors exploding in the night sky - some travelers have brought fireworks from Liyue and Inazuma and decided to set them off, creating a breathtaking scenery. Kaeya even forgets how to breathe, but not because of the fireworks, but you - you look so excited and amazed, and all kinds of colours reflect from your eyes, the stars in them resembling two large diamonds. He’s ready to kill for this sight.

The next half an hour are spent with him following you, as you excitedly run from one thing or another - turns out Albedo didn’t allow you much outside time, so even the main streets of Mondstadt are novelty to you. He drinks in your reactions, all the faces and sounds you make are stored away in his memory as you get amazed by the simplest things.

In the end, he decides to take you to the Angel’s Share, you’re already so cute and he can’t imagine how much more adorable you’ll become all drunk and giggly. He orders a bottle of a young wine for you two - made from the spring dandelions, it’s taste is perfect for the atmosphere of Windrise - it tastes of freedom and adventure, the spirit of Mondstadt encapsulated into a beverage.

“It tastes nice”, you comment, taking a small sip, “it’s sweet but not too sweet”, before your face suddenly contorts from pain and you bend in half, hands clutching your abdomen.

“[First]? What’s happening, [First]?”Kaeya rushes to you, his hands stopping your fall. You mumble something incoherent, before going limp in his hold - you are unconscious. He shakes your form to wake you up, yet you don’t respond, inner panic slowly rising - what to do, what to do, what to do?

“Did you give alcohol to [First]?!”, suddenly someone hisses near him. It’s Albedo again and it’s the first time Kaeya sees him so angry. “We need to get [First] to my lab quickly. Every second counts”, Albedo helps him to lift you up and almost runs out from the tavern, pushing others away to make way for Kaeya and you in his hands.

“Put them here”, alchemist point to the big wooden table, quickly knocking over all empty flasks down, uncaring of the equipment he might break, as he rushes into the further part of the room, taking out the already on alchemical apparatus from the depths of his cabinets.

The strange red liquid slushes inside, as Albedo swiftly opens the top and adds some hideous mix of blood and pieces of flesh into the device, the reek of blood and alcohol permeating the air.

Kaeya wants to gag. “What’s this?”, he asks, not bothering to hide his disgust.

“Medicine”, Albedo quickly replies, teal eyes shifting from the mix to your sick face.

Over time the stench subsides, and apparatus starts to glow and shimmer with that scarlet radiance Kaeya saw in the Dragonspine camp, replacing the stink with the same strange coppery scent. Albedo takes out a glass vial from his pocket and connects it to the faucet of the apparatus, collecting the fat drops of the produced liquid.

Kaeya takes a good look at the product, mesmerized by the strange glitter and shimmer - it looks alive, and then suddenly everything clicks - the origin of medicine, the smell of alcohol coming from meat and even the disappearances of the drunkards. He remembers the tales his father used to tell him, about khemia and the wonders and horrors it could unleash - artificial humans, endless gold and…

“Philosopher’s stone”, he breathes out, utterly shocked by his revelation.

“How? How did you know”, Albedo looks at him with scared eyes, almost dropping the vial with “medicine”.

“Why?! Why did you do that?!”Kaeya yells instead of answering the question, still shocked and horrified, a taste of bile appearing on his tongue.

Alchemist seems unsure and totally lost for a good minute, as his usually calm face rapidly shifts between different emotions: sadness, shock, horror, shame and even anger, until finally resulting into the expression of total defeat: “It’s for [First]’s sake”, he tiredly admits the dark secret: “The frost has severely damaged their internal organs. I’ve been trying to heal them, but to no avail”.

“So you decided to break alchemical laws and create the elixir of life”, Kaeya grimly concludes, face scrunching up from disgust.

“Yes”, an unsettling lips makes its way onto the alchemist's lips as he lifts his head and looks captain right in the eye: “I’ve broken the laws, killed people and used their bodies. All to save [First]. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same, I’ve seen how you stare at [First] and I know what you want to do with them”.

.Was he that obvious?

“I see”, Kaeya replies, sensing the growing headache and rubbing his temples: “I won’t tell others of what you’ve done”. He can’t just imprison Albedo and doom you to a slow, agonizing death.

“I knew you would agree with me”, alchemist sighs “[First] is getting healthier, they won’t need… medicine as often, yet their organs will never be in a top condition”.

“How many?”

“What?”

“How many people per year?”

Albedo turns quiet again, the creepy smile vanishing as quickly as it appeared, as his eyes adopt that contemplating look again.

“No more than three people. Once I fix that liver damage you gave [First] with your wine, they won’t need no more than three transfusions”, he says his verdict and Kaeya weighs his words - three missing people per year is a miniscule number.

“I make at most philosopher’s stones per year and you cover my tracks in exchange for time with [First]. Deal?”, Albedo extends his hand for a handshake and Kaeya takes it, yet doesn’t shake it, asking instead:

“Can I get to taste [First]?”, he smiles, remembering your face and imagining your body.

“If [First] consents to that, then yes”, Albedo becomes that inexpressive again, yet he can still feel the displeasure and indignation coming from alchemist’s answer.

“I am sure they will, I think they like me”, he finally shakes the other’s arm.

They sit in a silence for a while, before the vial gets completely filled by the “medicine” - Albedo takes out a syringe and injects the mixture into your bloodstream through the veins on the hands. Kaeya smiles even wider, looking how a healthy colour returns to your face - he can’t wait to reap the fruits of this agreement.

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