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[yaymiyas]

hello….lol i burnt myself out unfortunately BUTTT i am back so….just to feel yall out here is another poll for what i should write lol I SWEAR THIS TIME IMMA WRITE IT.

#yay talks #yay polls

[yaymiyas]

I want saer to suffer n the isekai reader to give the fl some love

Orrrrrrr

The reader being a villainess sympathizer and getting isekaie‘d to their fave novel and then just proposing to the villainess non stop and wanting to give her justice and the villainess is just tsundere towards the reader but goes ballistic on the Ml and fl for hurting the reader

(As you may be able to tell, I am a great yapper too)

mmmm 🤔 that is kind of like the anime “im in love with the villainess” but i do like how you’re thinking……i can make something of this fr…..i just dont want men there lowkey bc it can get annoying or just messy…..lemme ask my gf fr for some ideas (or you can tell me more ideas you have, i love talking 😭)

#yay talks #doll anon

[yaymiyas]

Also the Isekai Reader/crownprince pls😞 waiting on that one🤞

i was actually debating adding that one to the list cause ik it was gonna win BUTT 🤫 heres a secret, no matter what wins imma still put out the third ‘chapter’ of it (like at the same time probs) because saer is so much fun to write. i love how evil he is

#yay talks

[yaymiyas]

I SAW YOU EEPLIED TP MY ASK ONYL NOW

LESBIAN HAREM!! PLS!! GIVE IT TO US 🤲

BEGGING- PRAYING EVEN

mmmm would you just want me to make up a lesbian harem yandere…type deal….only because saer (and alastair) would get in the way of the lesbians if its with this iseaki…..i could just make another iseaki yandere but its….mmm a villainess and the reader is the female lead? a queen and her maid? concubine x queen x concubine x reader? idkkkkkk

just tell me your thoughts 🙊 im a yapper unfortunately

#yay talks

[yaymiyas]

there are no wrong answers

#yay talks

[yaymiyas]

this got me thinking abt a harem where saer (unfortunately), the maids, and gracie are all pining after reader

idk what alastair is gonna be doing, maybe counting sticks

The lesbian possibilities for the Issekai story are so great

Poly maids x reader or ofc the Fl x reader

We need that omg</3

its so funny you say this because i was telling my girlfriend how i plan on having the maids (mainly amanda) have a……thing for reader but i was gonna just not do it but youre so real.

i never thought abt fl x reader but that sounds insane /pos

#yay talks

[yaymiyas]

The lesbian possibilities for the Issekai story are so great

Poly maids x reader or ofc the Fl x reader

We need that omg</3

its so funny you say this because i was telling my girlfriend how i plan on having the maids (mainly amanda) have a……thing for reader but i was gonna just not do it but youre so real.

i never thought abt fl x reader but that sounds insane /pos

#yay talk

[yaymiyas]

THE TALK

warning: yandere!isekai!crown prince, he is very mean in this, female reader

a/n: this is TECHNICALLY not a part two to the introduction but it sort of is….. it jumps from the conversation to the breakfast……..enjoy! ALSO ALSO ALSOOOOOOOO technically its female reader bc you got reincarnated blah blah

looking at the fragments of bacon he didnt want to eat, he let his fingers drum against the edge of the white plate. the fact that you, the daughter of a whore, lover to none, and nuisance to all, was right beside him made his food hard to swallow. the two of you sat in the dining room, and while he sat at the very end of the table with his back facing the door to the kitchen, your usual spot would be that of the opposite side. right across from him, back facing the entering door, but it seems after the poison didn’t hit quite deep enough in your veins, it did affect your brain because, for some reason, you thought it was brilliant to sit directly next to him. you weren’t as talkative as he would have thought of you, ever since you have learned of the activities he had decided to partake in, you started to demand his attention. at first, it didnt bother him much, since he himself started to believe that he was focusing solely on gracie that your suspicions were bound to grow, and grow they did.

for weeks, months, up until the poisoning you were all up on him. he was certain that you were attempting to skin him alive and wear him as a coat it was all mildly unpleasant but more irritating. saer never had a taste for you; rather, he actually hated you. to no one’s fault but his own fathers, he was forced to marry you out of pregnant promises. your father, sir tudor, wasn’t the poorest dope saer’s father has ever seen, but he was the loyalist. he worked on the gwynn estate, doing a multitude of things for the family, automatically gaining the trust of the duke and then the king himself. at the time, king gwynn was more fascinated with how a man with such little knowledge could become his most loyalist man, but that he did. following the pregnancy of both the queen and your mother, he decided that the best course of action was to marry his second unborn son off to the unborn daughter of a freeloader.

an icy shiver runs down saer’s back, forcing him to shake his shoulders and head. looking up from your half eaten plate, raising your head to the sudden movement. he was quiet the whole time, poking at the small slivers of bacon like they were the nastiest things on earth. you werent surprised that he wasnt talking; no, you were actually relieved. it wasn’t because he wasnt attractive or anything, he certainly does look like the main lead; its just the talk you had prior to the breakfast that was replaying in your head. cynthia and amanda didn’t give you much information, since, from the looks of it, they didn’t want to say too much. either their heads were on the line or yours were. you never thought about asking tily, even though she was the one that brought you down here. it just felt too weird knowing she was the one who weirdly had something against you. from your fading memories of ‘obsession falls’, you remember reading online forums and tweets about the whole thing. it seemed like the only real crime edina committed throughout the whole book was wanting her husband to love her. she did everything he had asked of her, from the way she talked to her style of clothing, even to what letters she can reply to. in olden standards, she seemed like the perfect obedient wife. this might have been your first mistake, but you didn’t read too much on saer or his backstory, so you never really understood the reasoning for his hatred of his wife, but you knew it was deep and it was boiling.

clearing your throat, you believed it was a better time than ever to clear the air and get to your point. you never understood why edina allowed things to get as deep as they were, but she was made just to be killed. it sucks that no matter what you do or say, saer will always hate you because you are edina.

“saer,”

“ae.”

that stupid nickname. shutting your eyes tightly and fighting back against any light to seep through, you sighed heavily. the whole time, saer had been watching you carefully. even though it was from the corner of his eyes, he was indeed trying to calculate your next moves. it was kind of silly that your sudden change in physical response is making him antsy, but how can anyone fault him? the last time the air-headed cunt decided to change the way she was reacting, gracie was suddenly engaged to alastair and smiling in his face about it. it was enraging. other than the fact that you were in his life to begin with, knowing that the reason he couldn’t slit the throat of his ex best friend was all because you decided to breathe. those two minutes were the longest two minutes of his life. he watched as your head dropped down on the table, making a very sudden and loud noise with it. saer had sternly told any and all servants to leave the two of you be if any loud, disruptive noises were heard. he even double checked that he sent your nosey maids, cynthia and amanda, home around that time. he knew that if they were present in the building, you weren’t going to eat that poison.

it was infuriating to watch them care about someone as lowly as you. not just them, anyone. reading gracie’s letters, asking how you’ve been and to see you before she even utters a word about him, was beyond hurtful. it felt as if his whole world was falling apart, all because you decided to have superpowers and not die. this was the only way to get back at you. he has tried strangling you. he has tried slaying you. each attempt was caught by either maid, cynthia, or amanda. it made him sick to see you get dotted on. seeing the frilly outfits they were making you wear, as if you were a porcelain doll not worth anybody’s touch. you were disgusting. a disgusting being that deserved to die. so why. why were you here? why were you looking at him like he had done something wrong. 

“enough with the causalities, i would like a divorce saer.”

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[yaymiyas]

[yaymiyas]

ISEKAI!YANDERE!CROWN PRINCE INTRODUCTION

warning: female reader, his name is saer…just so you can follow a bit lol, isekai lol

a/n: it’s structured a bit differently than my other introductions, do note that yes this is x reader but you had gotten isekai’d into a novel so….i do say her name but…..you’re also you…..if that makes sense, also he is hardly in it but its like….an introduction to the story bc its…an isekai and i needed to layout how i wanted everything to be

its not like you didn’t realize something was up. bright white lights blind you right when you open your eyes. maids coming in and out, calling you ‘miss’ and telling you not to sit up because ‘it will harm you even more’. granted, you were very thankful for their words because, around ten minutes before they came in, you attempted to sit up and gave yourself a headache. even though nobody was explaining anything, you remained quiet, trying to gather as much information from the surrounding maids as possible. the red-haired one with tight curls and an everlasting smile was amanda. she seemed to like you much, more than the other two, and tended to you more carefully. maybe she was your personal maid,or maybe she was just good at her job, but she never let up and called you your ‘name’.

admittedly, none of the other two maids called you your ‘name’ either. it was all just ma’am or miss from them. you just expected a hint of your identity from amanda, based solely on her care for you. selfish? maybe but you needed more hints. the other maids are named cynthia and tilly. the former of the two had long black hair slicked into a low bun, with a small maids hair on top to finish the look. it was a cute detail, if you must say, since the other two didn’t wear them. cynthia hardly spoke above a shout, coming off as more soft-spoken than the other two. she wasn’t really rude, nor did she have an attitude while tending to you, but she wore an expression of indifference that made you think she would rather do anything else.

tilly, on the other hand, was more bold than the other two. still not outwardly rude, but she tested your patience a few times. the main one that got to you though, was when she was rubbing your face. while she was washing off your face with the washcloth, she rubbed against your cheeks too hard, and upon this ‘realization’ she gave you a malevolent grin. her thin lips formed an o shape, mimicking the action of saying ‘oops’. luckily, it seemed as if amanda and cynthia didn’t really care for this ‘prank’ of hers. they both scoffed in disgust, continuing to pick out outfits for me to wear for the day ahead.

a soft but stern knock was heard at the door, revealing a man with black slick back hair and yellow eyes to put the look all together. he reminded you of those webtoon male leads that were cold but female audiences loved. being a sucker for those types, you raised your neck up, making sure to keep your body in the same supine position. the man standing at the foot of your bed looked down at you with an expression that you couldn’t read. an expression that wasn’t scary but wasnt welcoming. tapping along the footboard of the bed, he let out a low sigh out that resembled a growl and turned around to leave. tilly, amanda, and cynthia didn’t acknowledge the man. neither did he to them. the only thing that could resemble an interaction between the four of them was when tilly and amanda gave small bows and the slight side eye cynthia gave before going back inside your closet to look for something.

“madam,”

thats a new one.

“lord saer would like you to have breakfast with him today.”

lifting your head enough to turn your focus towards amanda, you started to guess your facial expression was a bit too expressive because amanda started to giggle. the pain in your body wasn’t really high; it was more the numbness that bothered you. moving your neck and head didn’t really take much strength, it was attempting to move your legs that was the problem. walking towards you in a shift movement, amanda placed the rich, deep purple hair piece down on top of the dress set she had picked out for you. upon arrival, she softly removed your blanket and shifted your body into a sitting position. you felt like a doll.

“okay now miss, i will be lifting you up to wash you now.”

placing her right arm underneath the backs of your knees and her left arm supporting your neck, she quickly moved you to the area you’re assuming was the bathroom. the door to the large room was already open, since once she had lifted you up, cynthia had pushed the door open and walked in herself. the room was massive, twice the size of a normal person’s kitchen. the walls and floor tiles were both the same shade of pale pink, matching the sleeping set you had on. amanda sat you down in a chair and started to strip you down. while she was doing that, the other was running the bath water and testing if it was safe enough. every time the water was a bit too hot or too cold, you saw cynthia’s eyes squeeze shut.

“alright madam edina,”

cynthia sighed, standing up from the clam shaped tub.

“it’s all set for you. please do not make it hard as you have always done.”

not sparing you even a small look, she and amanda were already picking you up and guiding you into the tub. quietly instructing you to lay back, wet, cold liquid found its way both on your scalp and on your legs. edina? are you sure thats what she said? the only edina you knew of was the villainess from the hit novel “obsession falls”. you never really read the book, but you knew of the characters and the content that surrounded it. it was rather controversial for how obsessive and dangerous the male lead was. he had stalked the female lead for years, and it didn’t stop once he got married. with a wife so dismissive and uninterested, the male lead was given all the time in the world to go hunt his prey.

unfortunately for him, once edina randomly started to care about what her husband was doing during the day he had to slowly stop. losing the love of his life to the second male lead, alastair. due to this very random string of events, saer had grown irritated by the events his wife was clumsily stringing together. he then decided to take care of his wife, edina. the night before he was to go and kill alastair, he had poisoned the dinner he had helped make for his wife. from your memory, this was one of the few times in years he had asked his wife to sit at the table and eat with him. she would usually just take her food into her room separately. this night, edina came into the dining room with her most expensive jewelry and dress. she thought this was the night her husband was going to admit his faults and leave the female lead for her. however, what actually ended up happening was that the moment she took a bite out of her steak, her vision went black and her head banged on the table.

focusing on the soft brushes of your hair, you start to put the pieces together. you don’t remember the faces of any of the characters in the story, you just remember the basic blot and conflict. if what cynthia said was true, that you are in fact edina tudor gwynn then that means the reasoning for your stiff body was because of your ‘husband’ trying to kill you. sharply sucking in some air, you seek strength within your legs. even though the lower half of your body was still partially numbed, the feeling of pins and needles filled the tip of your toes to the back of your knees. not wanting to cause much of a scene, even though you were sure she wouldn’t care much, you looked up to check to see if your maid was paying you any mind. cynthia was too focused on rinsing your body, while amanda stopped brushing your hair to grab towels for you.

“cynthia,”

it was amazing how you could even get that out. due to the affects of the poison, your throat had become overly dry and it hurt you to even swallow. that was mainly one of the reasons as to why you hardly spoke to them this morning. stopping in her tracks, she lazily turned her head into your direction. the woman didn’t have much of any emotion on her face. her eyelids halfway down, making it appear that she was tired or just bored. her lips were in a thin line. you had hardly seen her smile or really speak, so you started to believe this was just how her resting face looked like.

“why did he poison me?”

tilting her head a bit, cynthia’s facial expression changed. it was as if your question intrigued her. her low eyelids raised a bit, along side her eyebrows, as she tried to tame the smile that was creeping on her thin lips. this was the most expressive you have ever seen her. she began to part her lips when amanda came back through the door with the towels.

“perhaps this conversation will need to be revisited, my lady.”

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[yaymiyas]

The way you write yan!jock makes me wanna beat him to death with a sledgehammer /pos

this is the nicest thing somebody has ever said to me

#yay asks

[yaymiyas]

THE NIGHTMARE.

warning: yandere!jock, yandere tendencies, gn reader, manipulation, unwanted sexual advances

a/n: its shorts 🤫

you’ve finally were able to get some quiet time. your whole week as been packed with midterms and college apps, so you’ve decided to treat yourself to a sweet vist to one of your school libraries study rooms. the rooms weren’t anything to write home but they were functional enough to get a few hours of studying in. even though you could only get your hands on the study room that was way in the back, you were still happy you got one. walking down the hall, passing each clear glass room made you feel increasingly lonely. it has already been three months since your social life has been killed by to a few runors; that were completely untrue and deeply fabricated but nobody wanted to believe you.

it was agonizing at first; watching your friends avoid their gaze while they walked past you and even having your teachers give you some what of a cold shoulder become of it. from having to each lunch in your car to having to do group projects by yourself because the refusal to be in a group with you was always much stronger than the grip your history teacher had on the class. the longer the isolation prolonged, the easier it got for you to accept your own company. it felt nice honestly. it felt great being about to be at utter peace with yourself

giving yourself the opportunity to lean into the peace oozing from the room surrounding you, a few taps to the glass window caught your attention. you didn’t turn your head nor did you bother move a muscle. you knew who it was. who else would disrupt your peace other than noah muller. you have never voiced this out loud but you are fully convinced that he was the one who spread the rumors about you; who else other than that deranged freak would want to ruin your chances of normalcy. from the moment the two of you locked eyes, you knew he was nothing but a problem ready to happen. he never did anything objectively wrong. noah had good enough grades, was a pretty good/okay soccer player, seemingly good social reputation, and he wasn’t too bad on the eyes.

cutting your train of thoughts short, the thin door creaked at the hinges allowing you to know he was coming in. it would sound insane to want the only person who actually wants to talk to you to go away, but noah is a different case. a strange disturbed case you wanted nothing to do with but with the current circumstances, you would need to suck it up and he knew that. closing the door until a clicking sound was heard, noah slide his way into the seat right next to you. he wasn’t too far but he was too close for comfort, as the heat of his thigh was radiating and warming up yours. he must have noticed you were ignoring him, or at least attempting to ignore him because before you know it his warm hands met its way onto your upper thigh.

not wanting to make a scene, you stayed as still as you could. the room still being filled with laughing, keyboards, and chatter from the students around. the glass windows of the room leaving nothing to the imagination, so reacting to the sudden hand on your thigh would’ve sunk you into more isolation. more ridicule. more noah.

“y/n,”

his voice as quiet as a pencil hitting paper with a hint of teasing. he knew what he was doing, he knew what kind of control and affect he had over you because who else were you going to talk to and turn to? who else was there for you? nobody but noah. at this point, he was your whole school life. he could make or break you even worse. ignoring him was the best thing you could do because lashing out would have caused him to spread even worse things about you. slipping his index finger underneath the cloth of your shorts, you bucked your hips up to attempt to get him off. unfortunately, the only thing you did was make him move his seat closer. making sure the chair didnt make too much noise, noah lifted it up off the ground slightly putting the feet of the chairs right next to each other. with a smile on his face he sat down, putting his hand right where he left it.

“now, y/n”

he started, licking his lips and getting closer to your neck.

“you don’t want me to tell everybody here you were the one who pushed mrs. applebottom down the stairs now do you?”

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[yaymiyas]

Childe hates to admit a lot of things but one thing he absolutely never ever wants to admit is the fact that doing something domestic makes him weak in the knees. Maybe it's because he's supposed to be the 'man of the household' or maybe it's because he's a Fatui Harbinger, but you won't ever get him to voice his biases towards watching you do anything mundane.

Whenever he finds you in the kitchen, he sits himself on a stool near the counter and simply watches, dull eyes attentively following each and every movement of yours. If you happen to catch him staring, he simply gestures to you to continue with the half-arsed excuse of just wanting to watch you while he thinks. He's not thinking at all. He's just ogling you and how your hips move while you sway between the stovetop and the counter next to it.

He desperately wants to place his hands on them, feeling your hipbones and flesh under his fingers, but he won't ever say that. Maybe you can figure that out when you notice him wistfully staring.

[yaymiyas]

THE CLASSMATE.

warning: unhealthy obsession, female reader

yuta has heard all about you. he has heard how your cursed technique is similar to his, but you don’t have your own rika. you’re filled with such a good amount of cursed energy that you can absorb peoples curse energy and mimic their techniques. he thought it was fascinating. he wanted to see you use it. he wanted to see you in a fight. he wanted to see you.

he didn’t really notice his interest in you were unhealthy, he just wanted to make a new friend. since he was in africa for a while, he was more than aware that he would come back home to something new. yuta once was a very shy and reserved person; he still kind of is, but he had gone from not being one to not make a new friend. all he truly has is gojo, maki, toge, and sometimes panda. so, to say he was happy that there were news students is an understatement.

yuta never knew what to expect when it came to gojo, so he was kind of on edge when he heard he brought in some new people. he knew the older males plans on helping the sorcerer world, yuta found that very admirable since he was more than aware of how funky things are at the moment. coming back was truly a good decision. he gets to see his friends and a bright, new face. a very promising being. it even got rika a bit excited; even hearing yuta rave about the new girl kind of made her jealous.

while he was heading down to the school from the airport, the young man was imagining your features. he was wondering what face you would make when he came. will you be annoyed? scared? shocked? confused? he was certain that nobody really spoke about him. besides him having rika on his side, he didn’t really find himself that notable. you, on the other hand, were the talk of the town. every text message or call yuta has gotten from one of his friends they never failed to mention you. a fast learner with a great curse, an angel. truly an intellectual. somebody who understood the craft of curse techniques. he needs to see you.

how would you feel. how would the permanent lines that were proof of your happiness look. how would your lips curl up into a smile. yuta needed to feel you. to make sure you were real. he needed to get an up close view. he needed to be the one you counted on. he wanted to help you, guide you, create you. he wanted you.

with every pattern that the bottom of his shoes made, the speed of this feet got faster. the more the endless possibilities of how you looked, how you felt, how you fight rushed through his body. yuta has only ever gotten this sort of adrenaline when he is in a fight with a strong opponent. he has never wanted to see somebody as bad as he wanted to see you. he loved rika, he needed you.

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[yaymiyas]

Yandere!Jock Introduction

warning: yandere content, manipulation, foul language, boys being…boys!, gn reader

YANDERE!JOCK, whose very name gives you the ick. noah. ew. to his medium length golden hair that frames his face ever so tightly, to his tall frame that makes it almost impossible to miss him, and to especially his a million dollar smile that he wears like the latest fashion trend…why do you hate him again?

why do you avoid him like the spanish flu? not even you knew fully. you contemplate about this very topic for weeks, never really getting a straight answer from yourself. from every instants that you two have crossed paths, he has been nothing but forthcoming with you. nothing but sunshines and rainbows. nothing but absolutely perfect.

Yuck.

you never even wanted to actually know who he was. you and your friends may have joked about him and his friend group a few times, but having noah around you 24/7 was never really on your bucket list. he kind of made it his own mission to make his existence your business.

it all started last semester, when you were walking down the hall. chem and statistic books in one arm, and the other quietly struggling to keep your book bag up. with the current cards not being 1000% in your favor, you didn’t really have time to look up at where exactly you were going. but noah did. trying to maneuver through the busy halls isn’t the easiest task with two shoulders filled and a 6’2, linebacker breaking down your neck. you didnt even see him walking beside you for the last two door frames you seemingly passed. all that was on your mind was to successfully get to the exit quick enough so you can get to your car, but satan had other plans.

“i can help you if you dont mind”

not paying the voice any real attention, you flash a struggling smile trying to use that as a quiet sign to leave you alone. one thing you didn’t bank on, was for noah to not really take no as a real answer. or in this case, an annoyed smile. testing his luck, the taller male fixed your book bag strap releasing a whole 2 pounds of weight off of your shoulder. with this new found feeling, you hesitantly stopped in your tracks and paid the stranger a small glance. looking back was noah, smiling widely like he just won the latto.

YANDERE!JOCK who finds a way to comfort you at all the right times. a random rumor about you started to spread at the speed of light. nobody would tell you where it started, or why they believe it but all you know is that it is messing up your senior year. you wanted to end your high school career better than when you came in, because lets face it, your freshman and sophomore years were ass. not being of bullying or teasing, you just weren’t ready or willing to see that you were in a different environment. things are different from two years ago, well they were supposed to be.

you don’t know how you started crying or when, but you were outside of your ecom class tears soaking your binders. you never allowed the words of others to get to you, always brushed them off. this time around it was different. you were more affected than you thought you would be at things like this. sleeping with a teacher? the same ecom teacher who you deducted points for not citing correctly? the same one who didn’t learn your name until two weeks ago? such a baseless and so easy to be unproven, so why do so many people believe it?

the only reason you were crying outside of your class is because two girls called you a slut to your face. out loud. with grins on their face, like your misery was something that warmed their skin. it was all so disgusting but you couldn’t do anything was cry. why now? why you? why the very last semester of high school? why?

“i heard about what’s going on,”

noah slightly nudges your leg with his foot, forcing your attention solely on him. you didn’t want to look up.

no, you actually wanted to tell him to go away. why was the most annoying, condescending, passive aggressive person in front of you for. the universe and gods must hate you.

“you know,”

he started with a hint of glee in his voice. was this all a joke to him? was he enjoying your tears? was your agony entertainment for him? this sick bastard. if you could, you would pull him by his hair and yank him to the floor. a knee to the stomach wouldn’t do anything to a linebacker right?

“its okay if you slept with him…we all have our low points.”

wow.

oh.

you are a joke to him. his smile never wavered, no it actually got bigger. you turned your head a bit so both of you were staring into the others. his ocean blue eyes seemed to turn into a black hole, sucking you into it with no avail. this is sick. he is sick. was he the one to fucking tell everybody that? how did he even know about the rumor? why was he here? what does he want from you, and how far will he go to get it.

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[yaymiyas]

THE NEWBIE.

warning: yandere..ness, a bit out of character i choose her to get out of my comfort zone oops, female reader

You were new to the courtroom. you didnt yet feel like you fit in, since everybody here was from fontaine and you definitely were not. you were a sumeru scholar, one that happened to enjoy the cooling scenery of fontaine better. just a preference, not a comparison. you always felt like you needed to harp on that detail because so many people back home never seemed to—

“( y/n )”

it was quiet. it felt as if not a single person breathed. why did it feel like you were called on by a teacher during class, and you weren’t paying attention. the small, delicate voice of your new archon spoke out to you. she deserves a clear, fast answer. its your time to wow her with your listening skills. its time to move up.

“yes, lady furina.”

an eye smile forms on her face, allowing for her lips to fall in place. you always adored her smile. whenever you would come into the court house and getting settled in your seat, she would always look in your direction and wave. many viewed the archon as arrogant, bratty, abrasive but you saw her as more than that. to be frank, she was very human for somebody of her stature. from all of the nations you have visited, studied, and even lived in none of their archons were as human like as her. she let out a slight chuckle, fixing her arm to start pointing at the seat closest to her, with such force that pushed her sleeves a bit. sparing you a small glance, she started to part her lips before she was  interrupted.

“lady furina, with all due respect”

speaking was a man with brownish-blond hair, wrinkles that hugged at the corners of his eyes, and streaks of blue on his clothing that creates an effect of friendliness. you always knew he didn’t like you. you knew he was speaking up to insist for you to not move, why else would he be choosing to speak now. usually, whenever people decide to cut lady furina off in the middle of speaking, neuvillete was always the one to quiet them down. his silence at this more is louder than his words can ever be. you never really expected much from him, since he always seemed reserved and in his own business. this time though, his reservedness was putting gasoline on an already lit fire. why wasn’t he doing anything? say something.

“are you sure you would like to offer that seat to her?”

the malicious of his words rang through your ears. to her? were you just some random person who wondered in here to him? to his defense, you never really spoke. you carried yourself with a particular manner that kept you friendly but professional. it was obvious you were here for work and not friends, but you didn’t think that earned you the right to be talked to like you weren’t even there. like you weren’t supposed to be there. it would have hurt you a bit deeper if you cared about him and his malice. it seems like neuvillete had saw the flames of hell circling around you, because while looking at the man you had accidentally caught him staring. him and furina.

did they want you to preform for them? furina is one to love a good performance, but why is she so quiet about it? even her facial expression, leaves room for explanation when it usually doesn’t. a very cold, calculated, fixated stare that is piercing into your soul. you were never one to give up, but in a place of such reserve and self respect you can never dream of making a scene. with how a few people on the stands view you as an outsider intruding in their space, that wouldn’t end very well.

“do you believe you are more fit for that spot, mr. yves?”

neuvillete says with a scoff. he is very obviously not in the mood for whatever furina or what yves has up their sleeves today. that has been a trait you have admired within neuvillete all this time. he is somewhat of an influencer with how you move around in this space. to feel like less of an outsider, you have taken it upon yourself to be more reserved but respectful as he is. how closed off but refreshing he is. its truly one of his best traits, but one of his worse is when he doesn’t view you as important enough. thats one of the worse because its more apparent, and it seems like a trait he is displaying right now.

“alright, alright”

softly putting her hands together, furina commands the attention of the room again. thank god for lady furina.

i kinda wanna make a part 2 hehehe

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[yaymiyas]

johan crumbs begging …. the draught is too much

i was thinking about him recently ,,,,, i'll share some of the thoughts that have been bouncing around .

what's especially unique about yan johan is the lack of an imminent physical threat. most of the characters i write for have the scales tipped so far in their favor that any subterfuge their darling plans has to take their combat prowess into account. this places you into a similar predicament as tenma — you could very well try to maim or kill johan if that's the route you want to take. he leaves the possibility open rather than trying to block it off.

the limitations you're placed under differ wildly when compared to other yanderes. you're still able to go to school, work, or any other place unobstructed. you might think he's finished haunting you by the long stretches of radio silence. then, without any rhyme or reason, he's seated in your favorite café, waiting with your preferred drink already ordered. the false sense of security you swaddled yourself in is torn away like all the times before.

what he ultimately hopes to achieve by subjecting you to this isn't the satisfaction of some sadistic passion, but to create a legacy. he wants to permanently take residence in your mind. he has found himself an identity, a 'name', using you as the catalyst. almost everyone else who knows of johan's existence is killed. with no official records to prove he ever existed in this world, he is intangible in the truest sense.

you'll never find closure through legal means, he'll remain a wound that never heals. a day can go by without him, or a decade, and still, you'll be forced to entertain the possibility he might reappear. johan is content to know that even if you were to go against your nature and kill him, he'd never truly be dead to you as long as air fills your lungs. the idea of him will live on and this is a yoke you'll have to carry by yourself.

whatever you path you should decide to tread, he'll always be at the end of the road.