Hello everyone, I'm kocherry and I just made this account to post my self-indulgent fics! I'm 23 years old and currently just want to share my works here and on AO3
ā” Masterlist ā”
[ Genshin Impact ]
Pierro x Reader
Truthful Adoration in False Illusions (Part 1)
Truthful Adoration in False Illusions (Part 2)
Truthful Adoration in False Illusions (Part 3)
~ A Long Fic but it's still on going and I've finished ā of the fic :>
Oneshot:
Night Unfurls It's Splendor (modern au)
Capitano x Reader
Capitano x Nun!Reader (mini series)
Yandere Capitano x Reader (oneshot)
Pantalone x Reader
Illicit Affairs (oneshot)
Dottore x Reader
Nowhere to Run (drabble)
Arataki Itto
A Gift to the Beetle Gladiator (oneshot)
Cyno
Blume-ing Relationship (oneshot)
Baizhu
Livid Glimpses (drabble)
Mainly I am writing Genshin Impact characters (the Harbingers cuz I really need to have an outlet for my hype) but I would write fanfics for other characters and fandoms soon ā”
Oh and I often post incorrect quotes for funsies :>
Cyno is really becoming my favorite character so far in the Windblume Festival so I wrote this ā” Also this is Gender-Neutral Reader insert :>
Tags: Fluff, First Meeting, Pre-Established Relationship, Mutual Crush on First Meet, Horrible Puns
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The Windblume Festival is a season of giving gifts to your loved ones. May it be platonical, familial, or romantic anyone could receive gifts. You always have something to give for platonical and familial gifts. As for romantic... well you don't really hope to receive or give anyone this year.
Despite that you always held that tradition in giving to your Alchemy colleagues that you consider as your friends now. Speaking of them... Sucrose and Albedo are the ones you haven't given their gifts.
Luckily you spot them both but they camping outside the walls of Mondstadt near Cider Lake. They were all in a circle surrounding a campfire with a lot of travelers. It was bad timing anyway, you could see how they were all interacting like they knew each other for a long time.
As much as you wanted to give your presents, the festival won't end today. So you turn your back and as you were about to head to the city, you step on a branch snapping it in half.
"I noticed you were spying on us, who are you?"
The sudden appearance of a tan skin and medium length grey hair gentleman surprised you. His red-orange eyes pierce through your own as if he's looking at you like some sort of predator ready to pounce on his prey. He wore almost nothing but his jackal ears hood. He is on guard to every movement especially to the small boxes on your hands.
"Wait Cyno, that person is our friend." Sucrose panicked since Cyno's whole demeanor changed.
"(Y/N)? What are you doing here? Did you need something?" Albedo asked as he is surprised to have seen you this late in the city.
You didn't face Sucrose and Albedo because you were too busy admiring the features of the man in front of you. He stood a little taller and he is lean. His red orange eyes went from being stern to soft as he realizes his mistake.
"Forgive me I shouldn't have assumed that you were an enemy spying on us." Cyno scratch the back of his hood as he apologizes for his brash actions.
"I-It's okay! Really... I would have done the same and uhm are you from the Akademiya?" You ask because the silver haired man is oddly familiar especially in TCG, many from sumeru used a card of his image. So you wonder if he is the General Mahamatra that they would talk about.
"No. I am Cyno the Adventurer."
Cyno's deadpan tone made you snort, you could tell that he didn't want to be addressed by his official work title.
"Ignore him, he's just on vacation mode. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit (Y/N)?" A gentlemen dressed in dark reen clothes with fox ears greeted you as his eyes narrowing at his companion in annoyance.
"Oh I came to give this to Albedo and Sucrose, I was about to leave when they seem busy but Cyno suddenly appeared." You held out two boxes for the two alchemist who recited their gratitude towards you.
Tighnari, the fox eared man, elbowed Cyno to at least be courteous and invite you to eat.
"Again, I apologize for..." Cyno handed you out a small bowl of what they were eating. "...Soup-rising you like that."
A collective groan could be heard from that pun. Although it made you laugh, which surprises Cyno himself and his companions.
"I don't mind because you're a DandeCyno."
You gave him a thumbs up replying him with a pun that you also thought about. Then Cyno seems to be surprised at the joke you just made. Maybe he didn't get it... "You know like a Dandelion plus Cyno's name. Him suddenly appearing like a wind in front of me!" You explained to make sure everyone got the idea of your pun.
Cyno places a hand over his mouth and lets out a hearty chuckle. There is a small dark blush on his cheeks as he turns to you with a smile. "I'm quite glad to have met someone who shares my sense of humor." He extends his hand and you happily shake it.
"To think someone actually laughed at my flower puns, I think our friendship will definitely blume during the festival." He lets out another pun in his deadpan tone which made it funnier to hear.
"I cecilia hope it would." You reply with a pun as well while winking at him.
"Oh no there's two of them..." Tighnari groans as he puts a hand on his temple.
The others well... they just look like they want to be swallowed by the ground. Only Albedo seems amused and crossed his arms raising an eyebrow towards the two of you.
"Are you going home after giving us these?" Albedo asks while holding out his gift. "Perhaps Cyno could accompany you back since it is quite dangerous to go out at night even if it's festive season." In all honesty the Chief Alchemist is amused by all of these and he wants to see where this would go.
Cyno just nodded at Albedo's suggestion, not even hesitating to oppose. Mainly because he seems to have a feeling that you two would get along. "I don't mind escorting you home (Y/N), besides I think I owe you this much for scaring you earlier." His hood covered the top half of his face as he remembers how intensely intimidating he is earlier.
You met the General Mahamatra and not the Adventurer Cyno. So he does want you to see him in a different way.
"Sure! Plus I want to get to know you more Cyno, you seem really fun to be around." In all honesty, you could handle yourself especially with a vision hanging on your belt.
But you don't mind walking in the night with a handsome fella who shares your love for humor.
Tighnari folded his arms and lets out an amused sigh, "I can't believe you set them up Albedo now we both have to endure their bad puns."
Albedo lets out a soft chuckle, "I think they're pretty funny." Most of them disagreed.
So back to the two of you who were walking towards Springvale.
Cyno notices a familiar box in your bagpack. His eyes brighten up at this and his lips quirk up a smile. "Do you play TCG?" He asks while pointing at your card deck that was seen through a small opening of your bag.
"I definitely do! My colleagues often play it during our free time. Do you want to play sometime?" You ask excitedly but then got embarassed since you don't want to ruin his plans especially when he's from Sumeru. "If you're... up to it I don't really want to intrude your vacation in Mondstadt."
"Aside from accompanying my friends here, the other reason is to commission the talented Calx to design my cardback." Cyno does share the excitement of playing TCG with you. "Having to play TCG with a newly found friend is surely enjoyable this season."
You sigh in relief upon hearing that, it looks like the feeling is mutual. "I can hardly wait for our duel Adventurer Cyno." You elbow him at the side gently then notice that you were already in Springvale. "Oh this is my house, thanks for the walk back."
"You're welcome, as much as I wanted to make a pun... I'll just give this."
In his hand there is an unfamiliar flower, not native from Mondstadt. You saw in books once, a Kalpata Lotus, being placed onto your head. Cyno smiles at you softly and takes a step back, "I figured you might like this particular flower back from my home." He definitely will have to say sorry to Tighnari later for stealing this flower.
When he puts the flower in your hair, his face is incredibly close to yours. You remain quite on the outside while your inner voice is already losing its shit. Despite being flustered, you have to give Cyno a gift back.
After all, equivalent of exchange is a rule in alchemy.
"Wait I think it's unfair that I didn't give you anything." You grabbed his hand before he could take a step back.
"You don't really have toā"
You take a step forward tiptoeing to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "See you tomorrow Cyno." You smile brightly and the blush on your cheeks spread throughout your face.
Cyno stare at you dumbfoundedly as you shut the door close. He place a hand on the spot where you kissed him. The beating of his heart began to thump louder as the smile you gave him is imbued into his mind.
A smile crept up his lips as he turns around wondering how to not make a fool of himself tomorrow.
On the other side of the closed door, you were sitting on the floor placing a hand over your chest. You couldn't believe you already kissed Cyno on the cheek when you just met him. Then again... he seems to he smiling when you did that.
The Windblume Festival is a season of giving gifts to your loved ones. May it be platonical, familial, or romantic anyone could receive gifts. You always have something to give for platonical and familial gifts. As for romantic... you hope Cyno would be the one to happily accept it someday.
Hello everyone this is a songfic base on the song āHellfireā from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. The yandere aspect is what makes this fic different version from the original Nun!Reader fics ā”
I hope you guys enjoy this cuz I really went down the drain for the Capitano Agenda mainly because of how @jessamine-rose writes Capitano and it inspired me to do a yandere fic about him as well sksksksksk
Sypnosis: Capitano sees himself above the trivial feelings of love and lust. He sings a prayer to the Tsaritsa because of his revolting desire to make you his and his alone. However, the temptation of having you in his arms is quite hard to resist.
Content: Songfic, Yandere Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Religious Sacrilege, Kidnapping, Power Imbalance, Perverse Thoughts, Destructive Acts
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Oh, Archon of mine, you know I am not a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly your proud soldier
Dear Tsarista, you know I'm so much dignified
But why do I have such a despicable desire for a pure soul
Please tell me Tsaritsa, why do I see her dancing there?
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?
In the dark night that the fake sky showed, the nation of Mondstadt sleeps quietly along with its visitors from a foreign land. The Fatui soldiers were all asleep and only Capitano remains awake in a place where he stayed in the City of Freedom. He remains to be restless as he stares at the burning hearth while gripping onto his swordās handle tightly.
The Captain continues to sing a prayer of song to the Cryo Archon, he couldnāt close his eyes and sleep knowing he had much more to fulfill than his mission.
On the day he met you, he couldnāt forget how you stood up against him and demanded for a duel to save those wretched Knights of Favonius from his wrath. Despite being covered by the churchās garments, your body moves swiftly to dodge his attacks. Your face is bear for him to see and he could see your eyes glaring at himā¦ he felt attracted to them and he hated himself for it.
He especially hates the pyro vision that hangs above your bosom. It kept him awake as he could recall how you glow like fire.
A fire that continues to haunt his mind, heart, and soul.
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
Capitano whimpers this part of the song as he crosses his arms and held his shaking shoulders with the most hurtful grip. His armored sharp fingers pierced through the armor and scrapes his skin as he continues to stare at the heart which had the fire shape into your figure. And behind the dark void of his helmet, his dark blue eyes stares at you with longing to hold you and yet his gaze also craves to thrust his cock deep within your tight walls.
The way his thoughts spiral between the threads of loving and lusting for you made Capitano shiver once again. How he hate the way he feels because such perverted scenarios he played inside his mind deprecates how he sees himself. As the matter of fact, he began to think on why not let such desires come true?
And maybe it was time for him to finally rest for the night, Capitano knew it was enough prayers to the Tsaritsa as it was undignified of him to let out those words come out. He puts out the fire in the hearth by piercing his sword through the burning wood, he feels frustrated about tonightās prayers.
After all it was your fault that he feels this way.
Like fire, Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin
āCapitano, where do you think youāre going?ā
The said man stopped in his tracks, he certainly didnāt expect to see you first thing in the morning and he quietly continues his song of prayer inside his mind. Then he turns to see you still covered as the Church of Favoniusā garments, and he wonders how you would look without them.
āDo you wish to accompany me if you are asking such questions?ā He asks with a hopeful tone.
The way your eyes flicker in surprise but also has the glint of letting your guard down being deceive by how soft his deep voice had become. āWell, someone has to keep an eye over you Lord Harbinger, what if you harm Mondstadtās citizens again?ā You folded your arms shaping your breasts into the white garment you wear and the pyro vision waves slightly from the action.
By the Archon of Loveās mercy, Capitano is cursed with the bountiful visual he just saw and also blessed that his helmet covered his gaze.
āVery well you may accompany me Sister (Y/N).ā
Your name rolls out of his voice as if heās been practicing saying your name perfectly and he wonders when he could call you without the Nun title.
It's not my fault, I'm not to blame
It is the nun who wields her bow who sent this flame
It's not my fault, if in my Archon's plan
She made the devil so much stronger than a man!
Capitano hoarsely sings the prayer as he falls into his knees holding the sides of his helmet he couldnāt believe what just happened.
You two were just spending another day deep in the ice-cold mountains of Dragonspine to battle the Snowboar King. When victory came due to the tag team you two made, you suddenly hugged him out of the blue out of happiness. Your long wish to venture the mountains and fulfilled your inner childās ambition to defeat the monster has been done because of the Captainās help.
That was also the very first time that Capitano saw you smiling and laughing, those images will forever bury inside his mind. Unless he takes you for himself then perhaps every day, he could see you with such happy expressions that he stirs up.
When it was night and the time for you to part ways with him, you express gratitude for letting you fulfill a long wish as a child. You always had been a caged little dove by your family and you told Capitano of your prison despite being a Sister in the Church of Favoinus.
Little did you know that Capitano only wishes for you transfer from your familyās prison to his own.
And when you kissed the side of his helmet that was the last straw as it provokes Capitanoās darkest thoughts in desiring you. He slowly composes himself as he stands up from the ground, he grips the handle of his sword as he slams the door open. The heavy footsteps could be heard in the quiet night but none could ever wake up from this dangerous aura because the Fatui Harbinger only wishes harm to one person in this nation.
Capitano will have you and damn your Archonās absence because he cannot protect you from him anymore.
Protect me, Tsaritsa
Don't let the nun cast her pyro visionās spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy (Y/N)
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone
Capitanoās prayer is full of hypocrisy once again, because it was too late, the Cryo Archon couldnāt erase his feelings. You were to blamed for whatever will happen to you from now on as he continues to take another step towards the place where you sleep. The dark void in his helmet begin to light up as his dark blue eyes glow under the dark night of the fake sky.
And when you woke up, the sun isnāt the one who greeted you.
āLet me go this instant! I donāt wish to harm youā¦ youāre the only friend that I truly had please donāt make me hate you Capitano.ā
Your voice is filled with betrayal and fear, yet despite feeling those emotions you still linger to a thread of hope that Capitano will let you go. He admires how that even in this situation you would try to see the goodness in him. A goodness that never existed in the first place anyway, for what does that trait could even contribute to his duties as a Fatui Harbinger?
āDidnāt you wish to be free of your family? Didnāt you desire to get away from Mondstadt because you never felt its freedom? And didnāt you say that you want to be with me?ā
Capitano had a tight grip on your arm which made you whimper, if this was a different situation, you would have said yes. The only time you ever feel yourself is when youāre with him butā¦ why does it feel like you were just transferring from one prison to the next. You didnāt understand why Capitano suddenly began to changeā¦ or maybe this was always how he felt about you.
The vision that hanged below your neck began to glow, āIāll never be yours.ā You told him as your bow materializes in your hand to fight for your freedom.
And the Captain thinks about how cute you would look utterly defeated under him when you would soon realize that you never had any power to win against him.
Hellfire, Darkfire
Now (Y/N), it's your turn
Choose me or your pyre
Be mine or you will burn
Capitanoās prayer turned its direction towards you.
Blood dripped down from your forehead and cheek, they were cut by the blades of the First of the Fatui Harbingers, the Captain. The duel didnāt last longer than you had anticipated despite having a pyro vision, you could not last against Capitanoās honed skills as a fighter. Though defeated you still push yourself up from the grass field even if you were still kneeling on the ground. You look up to his helmet and found the twisted love in the dark abyss of his mask.
The tip of the Captainās sword lifted your chin up gently.
āPlease donāt.ā You were helpless against him, no one would ever come to your help because he chose a place in Mondstadt where people would avoid going into. āThatās the only beautiful thing that ever happened to me in all my lifeā¦ please donāt take my vision away.ā
With your pride already stepped on, the only thing you could do is beg for his mercy but Capitano is confused why you would beg. The only answer he wants to come out of your mouth is that you would accept to be his and his alone.
Oh, Anemo Archon save her from me
Oh, Cryo Archon have mercy on me
But she will be mine
Or she will burn
Capitano notice how you were confused by his sudden prayer song when you didnāt give him an answer. He wants someone to save you from his monstrosity and yet if you would not love him, you will suffer. And despite having defeated you in a fight, his heart ache when you started to cry about his threats to destroy your vision. You were gripping onto his cape tightly as you continue to beg for him to give your pyro vision back.
He kneels down to your form and place his armored hand over your damp cheek, he slowly wipes your tears away. āForgive me Sister (Y/N), I am a sinner in the eyes of my god but I would not regret the time we had spent together. I may be a monster in your eyes but in my own, I only see a man who desires your love.ā Before you could even oppose he gently lifted up your chin and pressed his thumb against your lips. He wants forget how you made him feel because you would be happier without him but alas...
Capitano will never forget and now he wants to know if your lips would have a sweet taste.
Despite the hypocrisy of his actions and words, he is deceivingly comforting you because no one could get you out of this situation other than Capitano himself.
āI will forcibly take you back with me.ā His tone turned dark and the ounce of fear you felt tripled.
āAnd I will never forgive myself because I will never give you a choice. You sought for freedom but I can never give that to you. So I will only propose to you only this once.ā Capitano gently lay you to sit on the ground so it will be him to be the one kneeling now with one knee on the scorched grass field.
He then pierces his sword to the ground, he holds out his hand asking you to hold him, you took it of course out of fear. When you did hold his large armored hand, he was trembling despite the fact you could see how utterly composed he is for someone who had put you in this situation.
āCome with me, I wish not to dishonor your virtue by having only to defeat you in a duel.ā
Never had you hear him so soft and gentle yet his tone full of desperation and his words were horrifying.
āMarry me (Y/N), and I promise you will not be caged like a bird. I will let you fly on the condition you will have me at your side at all times.ā
Tears had fell from your eyes because you knew that your choice will be the one that will give Capitano the satisfaction of his proposal that is more-like a demand. āMy answer is yesā¦ I will marry youā¦ā You didnāt voice out that you were just afraid to reject him.
And with your acceptance Capitano thanks the Cryo Archon for his answered prayer but most of all he dedictated his final ode to you.
Like fire, Hellfire, Darkfireā¦ (Y/N) you are mine and mine alone.
~ End
A/N: Also if you guys haven't read the Nun!Reader series, some of the scenes there are parallel to the events that happened there :>
This is for my hormones every artist/ writer who dragged me into the Miguel OāHara fandom. Your content is absolutely amazing, and I hope this piece can measure up to the brainrot youāve given meĀ āø(ļ½”Ė įµ Ė )āø
Note:: Female reader, double POV, ASTV spoilers, Best Wingman Award goes to LYLA
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i. spiral orb web
Youāve always been attracted to pretty things, and that includes spiderwebs.
In your eyes, the spiderās craft is the closest thing to art in your everyday life. It is a natural phenomenon marked by intricacy and utility, yet one so easily overlooked due to its associations with pest behavior.
Fortunately, public reception has shifted since the emergence of Spider-Man. It is thanks to your āFriendly Neighborhood Heroā that the spiderweb has been rebranded as a symbol of safety. Be it a weapon or a life-sized shelter, there is a certain beauty to those human creations.
Though the same cannot be said for Miguel OāHaraās.
Spider-Man 2099ās webs belong to their own category. His are scarlet, bright as lasers, conspicuous and dangerous in equal amounts. When Miguel traps a villain in his webs, one is reminded that a spiderweb is the tool of a predator.
Miguelās webs are not the only thing which set him apart from the other Spider-Men. He has more inhuman powersāclaws, fangs, paralytic venom. His jaded personality and intimidating stature are also far removed from the public image which inspires hope in civilians.
Perhaps that is why you find him all the more alluring. Or it could be simply because he is the one who saved your life.
Heād done more than rescue you. After catching you midfall, Miguel regards you with shock andā¦pity, you think. It is the only logical explanation as to why he is being so gentle with you when your dimensionās stability is a greater concern.
It also explains why he allows you to follow him into the departing portal. No, follow is a self-preserving term. More like burst into tears, ran after him, then told him your pathetic life story and how anywhere is better than here.
Much to the surprise of his coworkers, he relents.
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At first, Miguel thinks you are an Anomaly.
It is one thing to find you in another dimension. It has happened before, and he always avoided your Variants for their sake. But you are inescapable.
Among every version of you, the happiest one was his Variantās wife. Then thereās you, the one whose life wouldāve ended if not for his interference.
He tries to justify his decision. Your departure doesnāt affect the Canon, so no harm will come to your universe. And judging by your personal data, you would be much safer in a different dimension.
His dimension, to be specific. Where he can keep a close eye on you.
He is also logical enough to recognize you as your own person. You arenāt his wife, and his observations support that theory. Your hairstyle is different. You code-switch more often. You sleep and wake up at earlier hours. Youāre not as confident in your abilities.
You are alike and unlike her in so many ways, yet he still sees a spark of his sun in you.
ii. funnel web
Since then, youāve resided in Nueva York.
In return for permanent residency, you are hired as a secretary for the Spider Society. Itās civilian work, nothing dangerous, but more purposeful than what youād ever achieved in your old job.
Strangely enough, you encounter Miguel quite often.
At first, it feels totally warranted. He is the only person you know in Earth-928, so he guides you through every step of your adjustment. He gives you a Dimensional Travel Watch, shows you around the facility, and instructs you on how not to mess up the multiverse.
After your first week, he invites you to move in with him. Miguel claims that his home already has an extra bedroom, though LYLAās remarks suggest otherwise. Regardless, you accept since it means a familiar roommate and better living quarters.
How thoughtful of him.
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āItās easier to look after her if weāre under the same roof,ā he rationalizes.
āSure,ā says LYLA. She flickers above his shoulder and watches the holographic screens with him. āAre you sure itās not because she reminds you of a certain someone?ā
Ignoring her, Miguel switches to a different camera angle. Peter B. Parker walks past your desk and does a double take, and he is promptly summoned for a meeting.
No doubt, there will be questions about you.
āWhat about the redesigns?ā LYLA pulls up a screen showing two bedroom layouts, one collapsed and the other abandoned. āShould we pick one? Merge them? Think of a new design? Or we can ask for her input, seeing how she clearly has better taste than you.ā
One of the monitors catches their attention, announcing an Anomaly in Earth-131222.
āLetās talk about this later.ā With that, Miguel opens a new screen and analyzes the data. On second thought, he adds, āShe prefers thin bed sheets.ā
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Later that day, he escorts you home. Your mood has greatly improved since your change in environment, though youāre still quiet around him. LYLA compliments your coat, a purple remnant of her closet which Miguel lent to you, but he ignores her knowing glances.
You wear it differently, he notices. Itās the same article of clothing, but fully buttoned with a silver brooch on one lapel. The effect is significantly less casual.
āSo, this is it.ā Your expression turns hesitant as Miguel unlocks the front door. āAre you really sure that I can stay here?ā
āI wouldnāt have asked you if I wasnāt a hundred percent sure,ā he points out.
And it means less time monitoring the CCTVs.
āAnd you havenāt seen your room yet!ā adds LYLA. āWe know youāll love it.ā
āI guess it would be impolite to back out now.ā You follow him inside and remove your coat. āIāll try not to be a nuisance.ā
He pauses.
That green dressā¦he could swear that heās seen it on you before. Many shades lighter, paired with a bright smile, to match the T-shirt of the little girl by yourā
āMiguel?ā You frown at him, then your gaze flits to your dress. āIs there something wrong with my outfit? I didnāt commit a serious fashion crime in your dimension, did I?ā
āItās nothing,ā he says quickly. But upon noticing your lingering anxiety, he admits, āYou look good in it. Thatās all.ā
You nearly drop your coat. āW-What? Are you serious?ā
Miguel could swear that you look more shocked than during your first meeting. If he were to come close enough to touch your face, it would surely feel warmer than average.
Thatās enough.
āI meant what I said,ā he replies, walking ahead. āDo you want to look around or are you just going to stand there?ā
That snaps you out of your fluster. You follow him into the living room, a small smile making its way to your face. āThe living room is pretty. Was it you or LYLA who designed it?ā
The change of topic is a godsend. As Miguel shows you around, you recover from his comment and focus on your surroundings. LYLA is the next to admire your dress, winking at Miguel as she asks about the color, and he takes note of your reaction.
More vulnerable to flattery, regardless of speaker. Extremely happy afterwards.
His wife wasnāt like that. Usually, sheād be the one teasing Miguel with praises, pick-up lines, and inside jokes which he pretended to understand.
Still, itās nostalgic to sit next to you on the sofa. He could get used to this again.
iii. lace web
In the following months, you fully adjust to your new life.
Your job in the Spider Society is manageable, fun even. Aside from the Spider-Man of your dimension, your close coworkers are kind enough to welcome you into their group. They look out for you, include you in their conversations, and appreciate your hard work.
They even indulge your aesthetic interests! One word from you, and they are already comparing webs. Among the various designs and techniques, however, none have fascinated you as much as Miguelās.
ā¦You do wish heād let you roam Nueva York more often.
In case of Canon events, you need to get his permission first. Then you have to wait for him or an assigned Spider-Man to accompany you, and the latter is always a stranger whom you find difficult to bond with. Conversations with LYLA can only do so much.
Youāve recommended your coworkers before, but Miguel doubts their reliability. And every time you invite them to go with you, a new mission cancels your plans. If not for the official records, youād suspect them of making excuses.
Itās a bit frustrating, honestly, but you know better than to complain.
You should already be satisfied with Miguel. He is an agreeable roommate, he trusts your capabilities, and he acknowledges your efforts. And no matter how closed-off or overworked he is, he's still deemed you worthy of his company.
ā¦He is also very nice to look at. Muscular physique, handsome face, a serious gaze occasionally tinted in red. Itās a shame that he rarely smiles.
In another dimension, a better version of you would have definitely pursued him.
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ā...and get this, he can shoot webs with stabilimenta. The designs are so detailed!ā
āOh, wow.ā Miguel barely looks up from the monitors, grimacing at yet another Anomaly. He quickly sends an alert to the dimensionās Spider-Man. āWhat else?ā
Behind him, you suddenly grow quiet.
āNow that I think about it, you must already know that since you recruited him. Sorry if that wasnāt anything worth listening toā¦are you sure Iām not bothering you?ā
āYouāre not.ā It comes out faster than intended.
He turns around. Once again, you look surprised by his words, but you donāt ask for confirmation this time. You just nod and return to your digital reports.
Why did you visit his laboratory again? You said it was a false alarm from LYLA, whoād likely sent it on purpose. Lately, sheās been on his case about how rude it is to āavoidā you through extra work. He thinks he could easily do without distractions or triggered memories, however.
Miguel opens a private file and thinks of what youād just told him. Apart from concerned looks from Jess and Peter B, most of the Spider-Men havenāt given you any trouble. Your colleagues, however, are a different matter.
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23) ______ laughed because of some stupid pickup line from Web-Slinger. Smiled when he complimented her outfit (purple blouse, black high-waist skirt, favorite heels, pearl hairpin).
24) ______ talked about the other agentsā webs again.* She admires stabilimenta.
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āYou should be careful with your friends,ā he tells you. He types a few more observations and closes the screen. āThe last thing I need is for you to get involved in their mess. Donāt think that I canāt see them slacking on the job.ā
To your credit, you donāt apologize. āNoted.ā
āMiguel!ā LYLA appears and moves the screens around him. āWe have an Anomaly in Earth-65, plus an incoming Canon event.ā
Great, another one. With one of the Spider-Men involved in Kingpinās collider, no less.
āIām on it.ā He types the coordinates on his watch and activates the portal.
āHow dangerous is it?ā
He stops, just a few meters short of leaving.
You leave your desk, an anxious look on your face. āI know you told me not to worry before, but I really have no idea of what your battles are like. Soā¦will you be all right?ā
āIāll be fine,ā he assures you. A hug comes to mindāit always calmed her anxietiesābut he instead gives you a shoulder pat. āDonāt wait for me. If it takes a while, LYLA will call someone to escort you home.ā
āOkay.ā Youāre still standing in front of him, but he can feel the tension leaving your body. āItās my turn to cook dinner tonight, right? Iāll prepare a nice victory feast so look forward to that.ā
A few more seconds wouldnāt hurt. āYou donāt have to.ā
You pout at him. āBut I want to. Besides, itās not fair that you are so good at making my favorite meals. I still havenāt perfected yours.ā
Secretly, Miguel thinks your cooking tastes better than his wifeās. But whatever keeps you distracted while he is saving the multiverse.
Itās alsoā¦nice to talk about work with you. With her, he had to act normal and make up excuses for his sudden disappearances. Itās refreshing to see your concern and know that you are wishing for his safety. To imagine your relieved smile when he comes home.
āMiguel!ā LYLA reappears between the two of you. āI hate to ruin the moment, but Spider-Woman could use some help. I know youāre counting the seconds!ā
No more time to waste.
āIāll see you later.ā He lets go of you and walks into the portal.
āTake care!ā you call after him.
iv. triangle web
āWelcome home, love!ā
As the door opened, Miguel resisted the urge to flinch. The lights were always too bright.
His Variantās wife wasted no time hugging him. āWhat took you so long?ā
āSomething at work came up,ā he explained, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
āAgain?ā You closed the door behind him, a frown replacing your smile. āThatās the third time this month. Is there a problem in your office?ā
āItāsā¦classified information. But nothing to worry about, mi sol.ā
The house felt lively, even with Gabriella temporarily away. Warm lights. Family photos. Personal belongings scattered about. Your cheerful presence leading him.
The TV in the living room was on, paused at the beginning of a new film. Movie nights were an old family routine, heād learned. The first time Miguel arrived in your husbandās place, you and Gabriella had agreed on a family classic.
āOkay then. Iām just glad your office isnāt in the same area as that crime from earlier. Was there any debris blocking the road?ā
āNot much.ā And definitely none on the route to your workplace.
Upstairs, Miguel took a shower and contacted LYLA. The Anomaly had been returned to its original dimension. If he were lucky, none would appear tomorrow.
You were on the sofa when he came back. Wordlessly, he sat next to you and you rested your head on his shoulder. The film began playing.
āI called Gabriella,ā you murmured. āShe and her friends are already planning their next sleepover. Iāll pick her up tomorrow morning.ā
āThatās good to hear. Have you gift-wrapped her present?ā
A pearl ring glinted above your intertwined hands. āItās in my closet.ā
Note to self: Ask LYLA to record the party. It will be a nice memory to revisit.
He smiled at you. āI canāt wait to see her reaction.ā
The movie had a happy ending. It was, in your words, a cinematic masterpiece.
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āThatās how it ends?ā
Your outburst prompts Miguel to face the opposite end of the sofa. In the dim light, he can easily make out the unimpressed look on your face.
āThe ending looks decent to me,ā he muses. āIf you ignore the logistics of their reunion, the film is entertaining enough to rewatch.ā
āI think it could be more realistic. And youāre saying that across the multiverse, this is the most common version of the movie?ā
āIn five dimensions, to be exact. Others have the same ending but different actors.ā
You pause. āIāll admit that Earth-928ās version has superior costume design. But I still prefer my dimensionās neutral ending. Maybe itās because our societal values are different.ā
The closing credits continue, but neither of you leave the sofa. Youāre still criticizing the film under your breath, unaware that Miguel can understand every word. He does agree that the happy ending causes a few plot holes.
At least with you, he can adjust the brightness levels.
āWe can watch your version next time,ā he offers, reaching for the remote with his webs.
āReally? You donāt mind?ā
He turns off the TV. āWe can do it on my next day off.ā
Knowing LYLA, this wonāt be the last time she plans a movie night without telling him.
āWell, what else could I do?ā she asked after he privately demanded an explanation. āYouāve been working yourself too hard, Miguel. You could really use a break, and so does ______.ā
You take the remote from him and untangle the web fluid. āDo you mind if I keep this?ā
Miguel gives you an odd look. āFor what reason?ā
You twist the web in your hands, forming string figures.
āAs a decoration, maybe. Oh, and just for the record, I donāt go around collecting webs from your coworkers. I just find yours particularly interesting.ā
Weirdo. āMy webs are functional like the othersā. Thatās all there is to it.ā
You look him in the eye this time. āHey, you should give yourself more credit. Itās my belief that every spiderweb is a work of art. And before you call me overly romantic, there have always been artists who thought they were worth noticing."
The web loops around your ring finger, in the place where her wedding ring used to be.
He averts his gaze. āI donāt see it that way. But whatever works for you.ā
Another moment of silence.
āThere is another reason,ā you add softly.
He side-eyes you. āIs it about that day? You donāt need to keep thanking me for saving your life. As I said, I was doing my job and anyone wouldāve done the same.ā
āI wasnāt talking about you catching me.ā
Oh, you meant that.
The web tangles in your hands.
āListen.ā You take a deep breath, eyes on your lap. āI know youāve been avoiding this subject. Maybe it's so I donāt feel indebted to you or pressured into reliving bad memories. Butā¦I just want you to know that Iām glad you foiled my plans.ā
ā¦It would be best to let you finish first.
Your voice shakes. āI mean, youāre smart, arenāt you? Even without my meltdown, you wouldāve figured out that my fall had nothing to do with the Anomaly in my dimension.ā
He did. And that was precisely why Miguel mistook you for one at first. It wasnāt just your identity but the fact that you were found in danger after the Anomaly had been captured.
Ten minutes post-battle. The undamaged state of the nearby buildings. The passive acceptance in your demeanor.
He can vividly recall the rest of that day. Those hours spent studying your personal data, identifying every action and condition which diverged from his wife's path.
A loud sigh. āI justāI couldnāt take it anymore, okay? I thought it would be easier to put an end to my mistakes, then you had to show up. And thanks to you, life has been great! I like this world, Iām not alone, I still have my personal issues to work through but Iām trying to do better. But yeahā¦Iām just sorry for forcing you to get involved.ā
āItās not your fault,ā he insists. He scoots closer to you and puts his hand on top of yours. āI made the choice to bring you here. And I couldnāt exactly leave you, knowing your situation.ā
That is a lie. Rather, half of his thoughts were about his wife and how heād been able to sustain her happiness. How that farce proved he could do the same for you.
āEither way, Iām grateful.ā You look up, your lips curving into a shy smile. āIām really happy now, Miguel. Iāve made a lot of mistakes, but Iāll never regret my decision to follow a cryptic stranger into a portal. Even if it meant learning that the multiverse is in constant danger. Or that my favorite film has an alternate ending which makes no sense to me whatsoever.ā
Has his wife ever looked at him like that? There is a soft brilliance to your gaze, wholly reserved for him. It triggers a warm feeling in his chest.
The moment is quickly ended when you cover your face with a cushion.
āAnyway! If you donāt mind, Iād really love to move on and talk about something else. How was your mission earlier? Is Earth-199999 still giving you a hard time?ā
Youāre still seated next to him, legs touching. Your tone leaves no room for objection.
He lets go of your hand. āYou would not believe what kind of shocking messes weāve had to deal with. We are never recruiting Dr. Strange or his little nerd.ā
āYou can tell me all about it.ā You untangle his web from your hands; it loops around your pinky finger this time. āIām here for you, okay? For as long as youāll have me.ā
v. mesh web
There have been more Anomalies lately.
You walk past the detained villains, silently counting them. Their increase in numbers has kept the Spider Society on high alert for the past weeks. While it means more documents for you, the effect on Miguelās stress levels is concerning.
Come to think of it, has he returned from his mission yet? If not, you hope the cafeteriaās takeout boxes have a self-heating function. As you get closer to Miguel's laboratory, you hear the door open. The sound is followed by two sets of footsteps.
āDo you think itās healthy for him?ā
āIām more worried about ______.ā
You stop walking.
Is that Peter B and Jess? Why are they talking about you?
Jessās tone is reproachful. āThe poor girl has been through so much already. Itās not safe for her to be here, at least in this facility. He knows that she is a different case from Gwen.ā
āYou know how Miguel is. Iāve already asked about her, and he wonāt tell me anything new. Not even my Super Adorable Mayday album could convince him.ā
āI donāt like this, Peter.ā
Their footsteps become louder. You go back to the entrance of the hallway, just within earshot but hopefully far enough to evade their Spider-Senses.
āNeither do I. But you shouldāve seen him when he lost their daughter, Jess. Now think of his wife: He never got to see ______ before she disintegrated. Then one day, out of nowhere, after staying away from countless Variants, he finds a version of her who needs him.ā
ā¦What the hell are they talking about?
The walls close in on you. You take a step back, followed by another.
Then, at the sound of a sharp āIs someone there?ā, you drop the takeout box and run.
Their daughter. His wife. A version of her.
You already know that Miguel lost a family in another dimension. It was briefly mentioned when he warned you about Canon disruptions, but he refused to share the details. Is this why?
This whole timeā¦you are a Variant of his wife?
You arenāt followed. Your coworkers cheerfully greet you, but you ignore them and return to your desk. Itās arranged the way you like it, complete with personal decorations. The drawer holds a stress ball in your favorite color, a gift from Miguel of all people.
You never did tell him that it is your go-to stress reliever. Was it the same for her?
You squeeze the ball and take deep breaths, but the action does little to calm you.
It all makes sense. Why else would Miguel take an interest in you?
Your gaze lands on your Dimensional Travel Watch before you remember that the idea is futile. Yours is only a modified version which prevents glitches but canāt be used for travel. And the Go-Home Machine would require Spider-Byteās help.
ā¦Why are you even wasting your time on an escape plan? How are you sure that you wonāt mess up and make another mistake?
ā______?ā LYLA appears in front of your face. Her greeting sounds different.
He knows.
You force yourself to answer. āY-Yes?ā
āMiguel is back.ā She flickers as usual, but it doesnāt change the nervous look on her face. āHe wants to see you.ā
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Peter B will be dead when he gets to him.
Several screens surround Miguel, each playing CCTV footage. He focuses on a live recording of you on your way to his laboratory.
At least you are complying with his orders.
The platform is fully lowered by the time you get there.
āHeyā¦welcome back,ā you stammer. āHow was the mission?ā
āIt was fine,ā he replies brusquely. āJess and Peter B spoke with me as soon as I came back. I was just confirming the status of Earth-67 when I checked the CCTVs. Care to explain?ā
A heavy silence falls between the two of you. LYLA is nowhere to be seen.
Your panic is evident. Your gaze wanders, at everything but Miguel, until it stops at the dented takeout box on his desk. āIs thatā¦is the food still warm? Or have you already eaten in Earth-67? I forgot to ask in advance.ā
He glares at you. āAre you seriously worrying about my lunch right now?ā
āWell, what else am I supposed to say?ā you shoot back. The anger in your tone is unmistakable. āāHey, Miguel, when was I supposed to know that we were a family in the dimension you accidentally collapsed?ā Does that sound any better?!ā
āBelieve me, I was going to leave you alone at first.ā He grips the edge of his desk, resisting the urge to raise his voice. āBut how could I do it after the way you reacted?ā
āOh, so itās my fault? You couldāve easily said no! This whole time, I wondered why you were so willing to help me. I thought you were being nice, that you believed giving me a better life was worth all these risky accommodations. Wasā¦was I wrong?ā
Your voice cracks at the last part, and you hastily wipe your eyes. Itās reminiscent of your first meeting, the distressed shock which Miguel had never seen in his wife. Only that time, you had sought out his comfort.
āTell me, was it because of her?ā you whisper. Tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill. āIs that all youāve ever seen in me?ā
āYou have the wrong idea.ā Miguel approaches you, but you instinctively back away. He raises his hands in a placating gesture. āIf you would just listen to meāā
āHow can I?!ā
Your hand settles on your wrist, unconsciously fiddling with your Dimensional Travel Watch. The clasp loosens, and his reaction is immediate.
He grips your arm. āDonāt do that! Youāll get yourselfāā
āLet go of me!ā
You pull back, clawing at his wrist, but Miguel's grasp only tightens. His other hand taps the watchās controls to activate the Lock feature.
āThis is for your own good, ______." In the split second that he releases you, his webs shoot out and bind your limbs together.
āNo!ā You collapse onto the floor. The scarlet threads dig into your skin, emitting a harsh glow in the dark. āPlease, just let me go!ā
After everything heās been through, he is not losing you again.
Ignoring the stab of guilt, he picks you up and salvages what is left of his composure.
āYou see, this is why I didnāt tell you.ā He sighs, already feel the beginnings of a headache.
Youāre still shaking in his grasp, tears rolling down your cheeks. āIā¦Iām notāā
His kiss easily silences you. Itās far from intimate but the sensations are familiar. Warm lips. The scent of your perfume. The addictive rush of euphoria. Physical and chemical reactions which couldnāt be adequately explained in words.
And the whimper that escapes your lips when Miguel pulls back to press a light kiss to your forehead.
āWe can continue this conversation when we get home.ā
vi. cobweb
Your days in the Spider Society are over.
Not permanently. Miguel says that you can resume work once youāve calmed down, but you doubt it will happen under any pretense of freedom.
Since your confrontation, youāve been confined in his home. As it turns out, Miguel had already prepared for thisālocks, alarms, hidden cameras, a comprehensive speech which only elevates your horror.
āShe wouldnāt want this,ā you keep insisting. You writhe against your restraints, but the webs remain taut against your skin. āHow would your ______ feel if she knew?!ā
āSheās not here anymore.ā Miguel looks away from your face, as though the reminder physically pains him. āWhat matters now is that I have you. The both of us can start over.ā
āHow can you say that?!ā At this point, youāre on the verge of hysteria. āYouā¦you donāt actually love me. Youāre only doing this because Iām the closest you have to getting her back!ā
The hand on your cheek makes you flinch. The gentle caress does little to soothe you, not with the underlying threat of his claws. His eyes flash red in the dim light, brimming withāwhat do you call it? Grief? Desperation? Obsession?
You canāt tell, not when those sentiments are for someone else.
āYou only say that because you donāt know any better,ā he says softly. His lips meet yours, trapping you in an open-mouthed kiss. āNow get some rest, mi sol. Itās been a long day, and we know how you get when youāre stressed.ā
My sun. What a lie. Since when have you done anything to deserve such a title?
You canāt bother to fight back. Youāre too tired to think, to resist the kiss, to move an inch as Miguel undos your restraints and tucks you into bed.
Instead, you close your eyes and retreat into slumber. But even in your last seconds of consciousness, his gaze is strongly felt.
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As it turns out, Miguel really did consider all possibilities. Your Dimensional Travel Watch has an exclusive Lock feature, should you ever be tempted to escape him through death. It can only be removed during your scheduled baths, with LYLA acting as your timer.
You rarely talk to her, either. She clearly feels sorry for you, but not enough to help. She monitors your daily activity, keeps you company when Miguel is away, and tries to cheer you up. She has yet to accomplish the last task.
Against your better judgment, you ask her about your Variant. She is resistant at first, knowing the negative outcome, but you are persistent. In the end, LYLA decides that itās better to show you a few videos than for you to ask Miguel directly.
ā¦Your Variant is perfect. Pretty. Carefree. Successful. A calming presence. You can see why Miguel would fall for her, with how she effortlessly puts a smile on his face.
Among your Variants, isnāt there one who bears a closer similarity to her? Or were they too important to leave without disrupting the Canon? Is that why he settled for you?
āYou have a better sense of style,ā LYLA offhandedly mentions. āIt was Miguel who said that. And do you know that he calls you one of our best workers?ā
It doesnāt make you feel any better. āI see. Thanks for letting me know.ā
As LYLA predicted, the information only makes you feel worse. You canāt stop thinking about your other self. How did she turn out like that? How did she succeed in your failures? How has Miguel perceived his moments with you, as new memories or a replica of lost time?
You donāt want to ask him. Youāve had enough disappointments for one lifetime.
Neither do you make an escape plan. On the low chance that you succeed, you donāt have anywhere to go. The Spider Society, or most of them, is loyal to Miguel. And itās not like youād be better off in your dimension, back to your empty home and dead-end job and daily reminders of your insignificance.
At least here, you can feel valued. Even if you owe that to someone else.
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āI hate to say āI told you so,ā but I told you so.ā
Miguel doesnāt look up from the screens. āNow is not the time for this.ā
LYLA is anything but smug. āAre you sure? Because you said that when I asked if youād ever tell her the truth, and look where that went. A civil explanation mightāve been nice.ā
āHow is she?ā
āNo better than with you.ā
The CCTV switches to the kitchen. By now, you've established a new routineālie awake in bed, rearrange your room, watch TV, cook your own meals. It's repetitive but easy to follow.
He zooms in on the ingredients. āDo you see anything suspicious?ā
āNo potential poisons,ā LYLA responds, equally focused. āOh, is she cooking dinner again? Last nightās meal looked really good.ā
āIt probably helps. Gives her something to preoccupy herself with.ā
In the end, youāve chosen the docile route. Youāre still tense around Miguel, but your behavior canāt even be counted as malicious compliance. You just go through your new routine, trying to create some semblance of normalcy in confinement.
Though internally speaking, he has no access to your thoughts.
āSheās quite different from his wife, isnāt she?ā asks LYLA. āI like this version of ______.ā
Miguel zooms in on you this time. In your current state, youāve revealed more contrasts to his Variantās wife. It actually doesnāt bother him in the slightest.
When did his feelings for you begin? Was it when he saved you? When he saw a spark of his beloved in you? When that spark turned out to be your own brilliance?
All he knows is that youāre the one who consumes his thoughts nowadays. Your distinct preferences, your little quirks, your quiet words, your uncertain expressions, your attitude towards him and no other Miguel.
...There must be a way to persuade you. If Miguel was able to play along with his Variantās family, to the point that his love became genuine, the same can be said for you. He just needs to prove that you can and will be happy together.
The only thing missing would be Gabriella.
vii. sheet web
Youāve been promoted to Miguelās bedmate.
His room isnāt much. It is dark, minimalist, often empty due to the nature of his work. There are zero mementos of his lost family, not even a framed photo or something of her influence.
Theyāre probably hidden somewhere. How considerate.
On most nights, you act oblivious to your new sleeping arrangement. You just say good night to Miguel, lie down on your side of the bed, and try to fall asleep as quickly as possible.
ā¦That turns out to be more difficult than expected. Try as you might to feign sleep, you canāt relax in Miguelās grasp. He holds you tightly in his sleep, your back pressed against his chest. You wonder if itās a familiar position or a means of keeping you close.
Lately, he has switched tactics. Movie nights have become a regular pastime. Youāve received permission to work from home, sans contact with the Spider Society. The two of you have even gone outside for a few dates, though his grip on your hand discourages any escape attempts. Awkwardness aside, heās been more physically affectionate.
Itās absolutely jarring, but youāre somewhat grateful for the added comforts. If your choices are different from his wifeās, Miguel doesnāt seem to mind.
This should be fine. Itās better than when he was acting like an overprotective control freakā¦those methods had left no speculation as to who the intended receiver was. With this approach, you can never be sure if Miguel sees you or his wife in front of him.
You try not to dwell on it more than you already have. Youāre still here. Your living conditions have marginally improved. Miguel doesnāt expect you to be more like her.
You just need to keep it together, like you always have.
That is what you keep telling yourself, up until the night Miguel asks for your thoughts on starting a family.
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āNo. Please, stop!ā
Red. In the dark, all you can see is red.
The lurid color wraps around you, binding your wrists to the headboard. The webs are taut, no-frills, effective in their sole purpose of keeping you trapped.
No, whatās worse is Miguel. His gaze is trained on you, scarlet orbs alight with crazed desire and your own terrified reflection.
āStop struggling,ā he sighs as he pins you down. Blood decorates his bare arms, from where your scratches have already healed. āYouāre only going to get yourself hurt.ā
You continue, anyway, only to scream as he leans down and sinks his fangs into your neck. It hurts, the flesh burns, everything feels heavyā
You canāt move.
It doesnāt take long for the venom to kick in. The numbness spreads throughout your body, leaving you dizzy and helpless. Your limbs wonāt cooperate at all.
Yet despite the paralysis, the pain stays with you. Itās the only sensation you can feelāthe sharp ache in your neck, the chafing around your wrists, the sting from where Miguel accidentally scratched your thigh while tearing off your clothes.
āMi sol, you are still tense,ā he mutters. His lips remain on your neck, administering light kisses to the fresh wound. A clawed hand presses down on the bed, puncturing the fabric, to support his weight. āYou need to calm down.ā
You can only bite your lip as he moves on to your chest, tainting the skin with love bites. His other hand retracts its claws and strokes your stomach, tracingāare those patterns supposed to be her stretch marks?
Of course he memorized them. She must be on his mind right now.
You squeeze your eyes shut, but the ministrations continue. His thumb strokes your hip, eliciting a stifled moan, and the self-inflicted darkness gives way to the sight of Miguelās irritated expression.
āYouāre not listening to me, ______.ā His eyes flash, daring you to try again. The sight of his exposed fangs, speckled with your own blood, triggers another wave of dread.
Should you even be surprised that he knows your sensitive spots? He already made it clear that any form of escape is in vain.
It's pure torture. It would be much easier if he would just have his way with you, use your body to his heartās content, leave you to your thoughts. But no, he is taking his time and making sure that you physically enjoy this. Ensuring that you will be ready for what comes next.
āS-Stop.ā Your lips are still numb, but you manage to form words. āI saidā¦I donāt want this! Iām not ready!ā
āShh.ā He silences you with another kiss, his palm pressing down on your stomach. āYouāre just saying this because itās our first time. You have to trust me.ā
Itās hard to believe him when you know that his composure is slipping. What is he trying to hide? His ragged breaths? The hardness pressed against your inner thigh? The urgency with which he lifts your legs up onto his shoulders?
āYouāll understand once our child is here,ā he says. He breaks off the kiss, his voice hushed to a reverent whisper. āWe will be so happy, happier than you can ever imagine.ā
āYouāre lyingā¦I canātā!ā
You canāt stand to look at him. His gaze is so cruel, clouded with love, adoration, hope. Skies, he looks so hopeful. You donāt want to wait for the day he looks at you differently.
Was this how he looked at her? How did she return his gaze? It mustāve been passionate. It mustāve been romantic. It mustāve been so promising.
āI canāt give you Gabriella!ā
The world stops as soon as those words leave your mouth.
ā...What did you just say?ā Miguel stares at you, eyes wide.
Of all Variants, why did it have to be you?
That is when you burst into tears.
How humiliating. Itās hard to breathe, it must be an ugly sight, and you canāt do anything to cover your face. But itās enough to make Miguel stop and listen to you.
āI canāt give you Gabriella,ā you repeat in choked sobs. āIt requires an exact time, specific cells and DNA. And even if we succeed, I canāt raise her into the child you knew. I...I canāt restore your family. I canāt be her.ā
In the end, you will only disappoint him.
ā______ā¦ā He raises his hand to wipe your tears, but you interrupt him with a glare.
āHonestly, why did it have to be me?!ā you shout. āWhy couldnāt you have found a better duplicate of your wife? This wouldnāt be happening if youād chosen the right ______!ā
He doesn't respond.
For a few seconds, all you can hear is your own pitiful weeping. You vaguely register the feeling of your legs hitting the mattress, of the absence of Miguelās touch, but you keep your eyes closed. Itās easier that way.
Suddenly, there is the sound of threads snapping. Then the sensation of strong hands coming under your back, lifting you upwards, pulling you into an embrace.
Your eyes fly open. āWhatāā
āYa, calladita.ā
Miguelā¦is he hugging you? He holds you tightly, repeating the words in a hushed tone. The message is followed by a string of curses which, judging by the way he turns away from you, must be solely directed at himself.
Paralyzed, you can only stare down at your lap. At his webs, still wrapped around your wrists but no longer connected to the bed. āWhat are youāā
āCould you let me talk for a second?" he snaps. He tilts your face upwards, allowing you to take in his glare. āYou are my first choice. Not the version of you from Earth-67, Earth-138, or any other dimension in the multiverse. It doesnāt matter that you are different from her.ā
This canāt be true. āStill, Iāā
āAs for Gabriella, youāre right." There is a flash of resignation in his gaze, so sorrowful that it clashes with his words. āI knew that from the start.ā
ā...Then why?ā
Your head spins. His hands are still on you, caressing your cheek and keeping you in his grasp. The numbness gives way to warmth.
āWell, it doesnāt change the fact that any child from you will be ours,ā he answers. His voice softens, as does his gaze. āJust as you are mine and I am yours.ā
The words get stuck in your throat. āAreā¦are you sure?ā
How can he say such a thing? Your sense of hearing must be damaged. It is the only logical explanation as to whyā
The look in his eyes leaves no room for doubt. āI promise.ā
...What else can you possibly say?
Your vision blurs. Miguel is still speaking, another quiet reassurance from the sound of it, but itās all static in your head.
What the hell are you supposed to do with this information? Itās beyond your comprehension, too subjective and unproven for the likes of you. And yet you feelā¦good. Happy. So, so happy despite everything you have been through.
Skies, you are truly pathetic.
No, whatās more pathetic is the way you cry harder and melt into Miguelās embrace. Itās the way you listen to his remaining praises and beg him to keep talking. To list everything about you that is good and faultless and desirable to him, everything he thought was worth noticing.
And when he kisses you, you willingly reciprocate.
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The darkness is soothing.
The dim lights cast the bedroom in shadows. Itās a blessing to your dizziness, your eyes tired from crying. With this obstacle to your vision, you can pretend that the previous hours never happened.
Almost. The soreness, the deft hands tending to your injuries, and the immense euphoria are impossible to ignore.
Itās also painful, unbearably painful now that the venomās effects have fully worn off. You can only sit up and wince as Miguel disinfects another wound.
He looks up in concern. āAre you okay?ā
āI am.ā You give him a weak smile as he bandages your thigh and mumbles a second apology. āI feel better already.ā
His own injuries have already healed, from your hesitant love bites to the scratch marks on his back. As guilty as you felt, you could only say so much before Miguel silenced you with a withering look.
ā¦You will make it up to him tomorrow. If you are still capable of walking.
The thought leads you to cry into the pillow, muffling your curses. If Miguel can understand you, he doesnāt say anything. Rather, he closes the first aid kit and holds your hand.
āIāll draw a bath,ā he tells you. āCan you wait for a few minutes?ā
Your thumb brushes against his pulse point. His heart rate is frustratingly calm, perhaps slightly above average if you are to flatter yourself. Maybe you can count the number of beats and ask LYLA tomorrow. She will be happy to confirm it.
You meet his gaze, intertwining your fingers with his. āSure.ā
Youād like to think that his last kiss is another promise.
With that, Miguel stands up and leaves the room. As for you, you lie down and go back to screaming into the pillow. Tired as you feel, you havenāt felt this thrilled in years.
Then the spiderwebs catch your attention. Theyāre still stuck to your wrists, albeit frayed. There are loose threads from where Miguel broke them.
Red. Illuminating the dark, holding you close, keeping you safe.
Carefully, you pick apart the threads and twist them around your hand.
No string figures this time. Your technique is clumsy, irregular, lacking beauty and order. Nonetheless, you continue until your left hand is covered in a glovelike pattern.
The final knot is above your ring finger. Itās a perfect fit.
It is the prettiest thing you have ever seen.
ā”
Author's Note will be posted soon for those curious about the writing process!! ^o^
āIām just going to write a short post to purge my brainrot,ā I say, shortly before Miguel OāHara unlocks a core memory of me reading The Spider and the Fly and inspires me to write 7.6k words with literary references.
Thank you so much to @diodellet for beta-reading this and @yanmaresu for helping me with the Spanish phrases!! As for my readers, I hope you enjoyed my take on Yandere! Miguel and his darling. Do entertain me with your comments and brainrot āø(āøāøāøĀ“ź³`āøāøāø)āø
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Hello everyone! This will be my masterlist since I feel like I haven't explored entirely on this concept so I might add more shortfics in the future.
I got this idea from the Capitano agenda and his little dove nickname to the reader. Since you know in the yandere version he metaphorically he locks her up in a cage. So I kinda changed that up since I feel like a lot of people already contributed to the Yandere aspects.
So in my concept Reader is a nun of the Church of Favonius who happens to have a pyro vision. She is basically a caged bird because of her family being too controlling. That's why I chose Mondstadt because of the symbolism that she couldn't fly freely in the nation of Freedom.
So instead of having Capitano locking her up... He is the one who frees his little dove from her cage and shatters the shackles that binded her freedom ā”
So... I'm still alive everyoneāhi there I'm kocherry and this is a drabble so it only is a short fic!
I haven't really been writing so I thought of getting to it once again :> I hope you enjoy this smol drabble
Tags: Mentions of Death, Nightmare, just a really short drabble
The walk back to Liyue Harbor isn't as exhausting as Baizhu thought it would be. Although his neck feels cold because Changsheng wasn't with him. He also found it odd he couldn't hear little footsteps from Qiqi following him from behind. Then he kept looking at his side because he's just really isn't used having you without his side lately.
Baizhu think it was a very odd occurence through his day without his little group. Especially without you fussing over him every hour. Though he may find it exhilirating but he secretly loves it when you spoil him with your delicious cooking and soft kisses.
When he got into your shared home, his eyes instantly panicked at the sight of workers from the Wangsheng Parlor. He hurriedly excused himself and went inside his home... and there he found Qiqi and Changsheng being hugged by Hu Tao of all people.
Hu Tao's eyes widen when she saw Baizhu but turns her head to the side as if pretending she didn't just see him. Baizhu is quite angry and as the feeling bubbled in his chest it quickly disappeared. He saw you huddled in your shared bedroom shaking and crying. He bit his lip confused as to why you were in this state. So without wasting anymore time he quickly goes to the bedroom.
"(Y/N), my love, what's wrong?"
You didn't respond to his voice and kept crying into the pillow. The tear stains in them had dried out and there were also fresher ones being replaced. Just how many hours you were crying?
"(Y/N) please look at me." Baizhu begged as he sits on the mattress.
"I can't do it anymore, to what does my life mean now that my greatest love died?" You finally spoke but not directed towards him but to the Funeral Director who was holding Qiqi and Changcheng.
When no answer came, you finally sat up and faced Hu Tao. Unknown to you Baizhu is the one who is directly looking into your eyes. He is confused as to why you couldn't see him.
"Why did Baizhu have to die?" You ask while your hands were trembling.
And Baizhu is utterly shattered, he isn't dead he's right there in front of you. "Please don't joke like that (Y/N), I'm right hereā" When he reaches out for your cheek...
And his hand went right through you.
"(Y/N)ā"
Baizhu gasp awake, he clutch his chest feeling a little bit constricted by how real his nightmare had become. His forehead is sweating and his hands were trembling. He turns to his side and saw that you were beside him. Your arms wrapped around his waist and he can feel the warmth of your touches.
"I'm still here..." Baizhu whispers to himself as his red eyes glints with a tearful realization that one day, he will leave you.
But for now he doesn't think of what's to come because all that matters is that Baizhu can still hold you for as long as he is allowed to live.
As yāall know, I became rlly fond of writing for the Yandere! Harbingers and their darlingsā¦ā¦aaaand thatās how I ended up writing Artifact Sets for them. Each set features four stories, two for the darlingsā backstories + two fic epilogues. I hope you enjoy <3
Characters:: Capitano, Pantalone, Dottore, Pierro + their darlings
A broken princess doll. After numerous owners and stitches, the toy was left forgotten in the forest behind Mondstadt Orphanage.
Once upon a time, there lived a Damsel who was cursed by the gods.
Raised in an uncaring orphanage, her childhood was one of noise and solitude. In this liminal shelter, all companions were temporary and no belongings were private. And so the child gave up on those things, dreaming of the day she would be given a home to call her own.
Following her adoption, however, the Damselās new family revealed themselves to be cruel villains who took away her bright smiles and outspoken words. After days of torment, she was finally returned to her first prison, only to be silenced by her caretakers.
In the end, no hero came to save her. The Damsel waited for the day she became of age and was discarded once more.
āæ Overdue Library Book
A collection of fairytales borrowed from Mondstadt Library. The list of previous readers has been removed, and the front page is vandalized with the words āProperty of ______.ā
From the beginning, Mondstadt Library was her personal wonderland.
When she was an orphan, it offered a peaceful hobby. When she was a child of the Maiers, it provided a faraway refuge. It was natural for her to remain there as an adult, though it entailed the new task of maintaining the silence and sharing books with her once-fellow patrons.
It was literature which taught her the basic meanings of family, home, and love. When she tired of the false promises of fairytales, she turned to real stories only to be disillusioned with her inferior qualities. Her debilitating misfortune. Her unanswered prayers.
āOh, I get it now. Love does exist. Itās just that the gods have deemed me unworthy of it.ā
And so she escaped to her fairytales once more.
āæ Pressed Sumeru Roses
A preserved bouquet of violet rambler roses. Presently, the flowers are kept on display in the Captainās bedchambers.
After their happy ending, the Damsel finally found a home in her Snezhnayan prison.
The Captain was protective throughout their honeymoon, but they left Sumeru in good spirits. Upon their return, a few tasks were accomplished before she could resume her normal routine.
Her belongings were unpacked and returned to their bedroom.
Her bookcase was reorganized to accommodate her new books from Sumeru.
Their bedroom was decorated with newly-pressed flowers, and her husband allowed it.
Lastly, she finally joined him in their bed. Sheād missed that piece of furniture least of all.
After all, it was Capitano who blessed her slumber with warmth, and they shared the same bed in Sumeru.
āAh, itās good to be home.ā
āæ Letter from a Devoted Knight
An envelope bearing the official seal of the Fatui. Delivered alongside the letter is a box of fresh flowers native to Natlan.
During the Captainās latest mission, a Fatuus visited their home.
By then, the Damsel knew what their arrival meant. This time, they gave her both a letter and a wrapped gift.
The flora of Natlan was beautiful. She could only imagine the efforts taken to keep the flowers fresh for her hobby. If only Capitano was here to witness her smile.
As always, the letter was better than any book.
āMy beloved flower, every day without you gives me grief. I could only imagine the smile on your face if you were able to view the flora of Natlan with me. My mission is far from over but once the Pyro Archonās Gnosis is acquired, you shall be the first to hear of my return.ā
āMy lady, are you all right?ā asked her guard.
āItās nothing, Cyane.ā She wiped her tears and continued reading. āDonāt bother me.ā
It had only taken a few decades for her to meet her knight in shining armor. In comparison, what was a few more months before their happily ever after?
A bejeweled comb worn as a hair accessory. A few hairs are caught in the combās teeth, bearing a soft texture similar to cat fur.
She was born to a prestigious family, and this was where her luck began and ended.
Neither the firstborn nor the gifted child, she was the disappointment. Unnecessary, unexceptional, and therefore useless.
However, she had the same expectations of a child born into high society. All she had to do was to smile and play along with her familyās ruse, and that would be enough to validate her position. Never mind what she did in her free time, and for that she was satisfied.
In fashion, she found a genuine passion for aesthetics and history. A beautiful outfit was all it took to attract the attention of others.
In dance, she found an opportunity to participate in social events. Regardless, most interactions were on account of her family name.
Beyond the arts, she donned a mask of false serenity. But such details were of little consequenceāwho would ever come close enough to notice her cracks?
A simple wedding ring with a square-shaped smaragdus jadeite in the center. The jewelry piece was left behind by its owner.
On her twentieth birthday, her family finally found a purpose for her.
Without her brother and friends in attendance, she easily surrendered to her parentsā commands. For what future lay in wait for a useless child stripped of wealth and prestige?
She didnāt cry when her family reacted to her Vision with anything but delight.
She didnāt cry when she accepted her wedding ringāa plain, impersonal decoration.
She didnāt cry when she realized the hollow nature of her engagement. If anything, she left the hotel and dissolved into bitter laughter.
āWhy should I care? That is another marital duty off my back, isnāt it?ā
āI feel like shopping. What shall I buy? A dress, necklaces, lots of ringsā¦if he complains about my spending habits, I need only ask about his whereabouts tonight.ā
āYes, this is fine. Loveāwhat a cruel word. In the end, it is just connections, agreements, people using one another. Since love does not exist, I shall simply settle for the next best thing.ā
Yet no matter how much finery she indulged in, it was never enough to fill her heart.
The favorite accessory of the Regratorās wife. The collar matches the personal aesthetic of the Ninth Harbinger.
Her first sacrifice was made in the fashion district of Snezhnaya.
As the Regratorās wife, she had to complement his image. Scandalous engagement aside, her husbandās reputation would be damaged if she was perceived as a tasteful foreigner.
The Snezhnayan outfits were so pretty. Her husband selected the perfect garments for herāa never-ending closet of dresses, jewelry, heels, perfumesāall in his signature colors.
The collar was her personal favorite. It was an intricate necklace commissioned just for her, the most valuable treasure of the Regrator.
Later on, she would resent that accessory and the pain it brought her.
But with time, she grew to appreciate her collar again. By then, there was no need to worry about her outfits clashing with her Vision.
A Pyro Vision separated from its owner. The divine gift is currently in the Regratorās possession.
Her memories suffered the brunt of the loss of her Vision.
The majority of her life could be remembered in clear detail. But in every instance where her divine gift was used, that was when her memories became hazy.
Fortunately, she had a loving husband who was willing to explain everything to her.
There was their first dance at the Shang familyās gala. Under the glittery stars, they had waltzed to a slow, lively orchestral arrangement.
There were numerous arguments split into blurry fragments. Only later would she realize how foolish she was in refusing to understand her husbandās concerns.
There was the accident which revealed the dangers of her own self. But it was through this catastrophe that she learned the extent of her husbandās kindness.
Loveāwhat a beautiful truth. And now it finally belonged to her.
Dottore x Assistant:: Chemistry and Magnum Opus
ā” Drawing of a Nilotpala Lotus
A crayon drawing of a Nilotpala lotus. The picture is accompanied by a written description.
Since her youth, her only dream was to observe the world.
Her village was the perfect home for a budding researcher, teeming with all sorts of natural wonders and phenomena. The flora, the fauna, the daily sunriseāeverything was there, just waiting to be discovered. Nature could not have produced a more ardent admirer.
It was this passion which drove her to enroll in the Sumeru Akademiya. On the day of her departure, she and her family exchanged bittersweet farewells. After all, who knew when they would see each other again?
That was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
The world was so beautiful, and she wanted to learn everything about it.
She had so many questions, and her curiosity could not accept a vague answer.
If only she knew the price for such knowledge.
ā” Scholarās Journal
An old notebook belonging to a former scholar of the Sumeru Akademiya. The pages are full of written notes and coffee stains.
The Akademiya was where her dreams died out.
In this sea of knowledge, her great mind was put to the test. It was a race against other geniuses to manage the brutal workload and to prove oneās worth in the academe.
After her first month, her time was totally consumed by her studies. Rarely could she spare a few hours for her friends and hobbies.
After her first year, slumber became a scarce privilege. Her physical and mental processes suffered as a result.
After her first promotion, she had lost the passion essential to her research.
āAll of my questions have been answeredā¦what now? More lessons and theories to solve, I guess. It will all be worth it once I graduate.ā
āAnatomy exam, botany presentation, thesis proposalā¦when will it end? I will need to postpone my personal research on the Nilotpala lotus again. Maybe coffee will help.ā
āThe world has become so dull. Perhaps I shouldnāt have searched for answers.ā
ā” Syringe of Love and Dreams
A used syringe which serves as an ornament on the Doctorās desk. The barrel holds the residue of a viscous gold chemical.
Over the centuries, a scholar rose to infamy in the Fatui. This individual was known as the Doctorās assistant, his loyal supporter who stood by him in every inhumane experiment. One may doubt her allegiance to the Tsaritsa, but never her love for the Second Harbinger.
Many had speculated on the origins of their intimate relationshipāand were swiftly punished for it. The price for such knowledge was a merciless death, whereas misinformation begot an increase in the Doctorās test subjects.
Together, the couple made several discoveries regarding the truth of the Old World. Such advancements could have never been undertaken in the name of the Sumeru Akademiya, of which they had cut ties with.
To the world, they were the heretical Doctor and his fanatical Assistant. But behind closed doors, they were Zandik and ______ who shared their research, dreams, and secrets with one another.
ā” The Doctorās Mask
A gray-and-white mask retrieved from Haeresys. The garment was used to conceal the wearerās face, with the exception of cutouts for his eyes and right cheek.
The acquisition of the Electro and Dendro Gnoses was a triumph for the Fatui, but a heartbreaking tragedy for the Doctorās Assistant.
After all, she was in the presence of his Segments when their lives were traded.
In the wake of their elimination, she rushed to her loverās office and burst into tears when she found him in stable condition. Zandik was safe, unharmed, responsive to her embrace.
āHey, Zandik, youāll never leave me, right?ā
āOh? I believe Iād answered that question a long time ago. And this is no time for sorrowā¦unless you were more impartial to my Segments than you cared to admit.ā
āStill, each clone was a special version of you. And to think that the Dendro Archon rebuked their creation! Who knew how close-minded she could be?ā
āIndeed, and the loss of my Segments will be strongly felt in the upcoming weeks. We have so much work to do while their positions are vacant.ā
āWell, at least that means more time with you. That blasted Travelerā¦I swear, I wonāt let them lay a hand on you, Zandik.ā
āI could say the same for you, my dear.ā
Pierro x Savior:: Disjecta Membra and Chess Piece
ā§ Archon War Trophies
A pair of damaged weapons in the Fatui inventory. The equipment was discovered in an ancient temple, specifically a storage room for hunting traps.
In her long life, she had been called by many names. The God of Mist who provided a safe home for her followers. The All-Hearing One whose powers disabled secrecy and escape. The Starry One who had lost everything. āāāāā, the beloved friend of her fellow gods.
It was during the Archon War that she gained her least favorite title, Death-Mist.
The carnage of the event would remain vivid in her memories. There was a ruined temple. A mangled body which burst into fire without any last words. Two ruthless gods who were slain in turn. Earth and flesh stained with her blood. The fear of several humans, including her own followers.
Perhaps that was the moment they began to lose faith in her.
It didnāt matter. It was her fault, anyway.
Only once revenge had been enacted did the loving god come back to her senses and move onwards.
āOizys, Pasithea, are you all right? Those godsā¦they canāt hurt us anymore.ā
āIām sorry for not going with their option, Vesta. May you rest in peace.ā
āMy precious lambs, let us leave. It is time to find our new home.ā
ā§ Scattered Fragments
Pottery shards scattered across the floor of an ancient temple. Put together, the pieces form the shape of a dinner plate.
Her first observation of humanity birthed her talent for the culinary arts.
Hunger was such a curious sensation for living beings. It was this need for sustenance which led to many important patterns in daily life.
By hunting and gathering, one preserved the natural cycle of life and death.
In the kitchen, even a humble mortal could partake in creation.
At the dining table, everyone was equal and united.
āāāāāā, isnāt this too much for two people? ā¦Hey, itās all right. We can eat the leftovers tomorrow.ā
As the number of plates decreased from her table, so did the happy conversations. One day, the noise and her appetite disappeared entirely.
ā§ Bloodstained Thurible
A silver Catalyst stained with blood. The powerful relic rests in the Jesterās private collection, kept under lock and key.
Their first act as a couple was to cook cream stew together.
āPierro, were you always this slow at kitchen prep?ā
āMight I remind you that I am still recovering from my injuries?ā
āSo am I. Just give me the knife and trade places with me.ā
āI already said that you are forbidden from handling sharp objects.ā
āGive me a break! Do you even know how to butcher a wild fowl?!ā
Despite their quarrels, the couple felt closer than they had been in months. Perhaps it was the nostalgia of the activity or the godās acceptance of her fate.
The cream stew turned out satisfactory. In the passing centuries, the dish frequently appeared on their dining table in Snezhnaya.
ā§ Stellar Embroidery
A variety of garments embroidered with four-pointed stars. The clothes include a white necktie, a translucent veil, a small gown, and a babyās blanket.
āMother, weāre home!ā
āOh, Hecate? What time did you and Father arrive?ā
āA few minutes ago. Donāt tell him that you know, but we bought a gift for you!ā
āAww, thank you! Did you have fun in the town square?ā
āYup! What are you sewing this time?ā
āJust another Khaenriāahn star. What do you think?ā
āHmm, itās pretty but I like your other designs more.ā
āIn that case, do you have any suggestions for my next piece?ā
āCan you sew snowflakes on my handkerchiefs? Oh, and Inteyvat flowers for this dress!ā
āWhat a lovely idea. And would you like something to match with the twins?ā
āMaybe. Are theyāoh, Father, look what Mother made!ā
āWelcome home, love.ā
ā”
After two months, I finally remembered this WIP lol. I just want to say thank you again to everyone who enjoyed my fics. Your support truly means the world to me!! And how could I not give a shoutout to my bestie @diodellet for once again indulging my brainrot and proofreading my nonsense?? (*Ā“āļ½*)
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-> how the genshin men would react when you attempt to flirt with them
suggestive!
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MEGA SIMP
Thoma, Kaveh, Gorou, Itto, Venti
You'll have them sweating bullets, at the edge of their seat, heart racing, and blushing furiously as they endure your flirting and teasing. Despite that, they are absolutely LIVING for your flirting. They're not gonna admit it aloud (not yet at least) but they want ALL of the affection, love, and teasing you're giving them.
In this state, you can ask him for anything and he'd obey. Heck, ask for the world and he'll give it to you because this guy is ENRAPTURED by you. Bro is just so excited and eager about the way you're treating him
Like lowkey, if you were to tell him the numerous things you'd do to tease him, get close to him, and ask, "Would you like all that, hm?~", he's going to take a sharp inhale and breathe out a soft, "yes please" before he combusts right then and there
Embarrassed
Xiao, Scaramouche, Diluc
Will probably hit you with a tsundere-ish, "What are you talking about baka...?!" in response to any smooth line you tell them, or a "Quit with that foolishness" when you try to flirtatiously put your hand on theirs.
Yes, he's going to tell you to stop, but it won't be very convincing with the shakiness in his voice and the vibrant blush that he's desperately trying to hide on his face. He's just feeling a mix of emotions right now, yāknow? You're getting them all hot and bothered but they wouldn't dare admit that they're succumbing to your tactics.
They're playing hard to get because truly, you've easily got a hold of their heart and in actuality, it was him who wanted to be the one to catch yours first.
Cuts to the chase
Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Cyno
Like the previous dudes, they're also gonna ask you what you were doing, but would be serious about it instead. These guys don't like beating around the bush and your flirting is going nowhere, so he's going to interrupt you and make you cut to the chase. He'll do so by kabedon-ing you, slamming one hand against the wall which makes you yelp in surprise.
"If you want something, why not ask me directly?", he leans down, towering over your frame and lifts your chin gently with a finger, "I won't bite...unless you want me to"
Amused
Ayato, Baizhu, Kaeya, Childe, Heizou
As you flirt with them, they'll simply have a smile on their face, both pleased and amused that you have the guts to do so. Trying to seduce the flirt, eh? They find it all terribly cute. Yet, they won't say or initiate much up until they've seen you slowly lose your drive to continue flirting (due to their lack of response to your attempts)
"Is that all you've got, y/n? Don't get me wrong, all of this pleases me, but...", he places his hands on your hips and brings them closer to his own as he leans in close to your ear and huskily whispers, "...let me show you how it's really done" ;)
Would be a sweetheart
Zhongli, Kazuha, Tighnari, Albedo
Will look at you with such tenderness in his gaze, happy about your sentiments toward him. They'd also blush lightly at certain antics that you'd pull, but they overall have a better tolerance to your flirting in comparison to the mega simps and those who get embarrassed. They're too wrapped up in the thought that you admired him and held these feelings for them to get so flustered.
When you compliment him seductively, he'll chuckle softly and smile, "I'm fortunate that you think of me that way", he'll then caress your cheek with the knuckle of his index finger slowly and lightly before bringing it up to your lips and replacing it with the pad of his thumb, "I feel the same for you", he'd finish saying while rubbing small circles on your lower lip. Y'all should kiss already
š¶āØwhen u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) š¶āØ
EDIT: my dumbass forgor thank @lesbianjodie and @lesbianhidemi-deactivated2022128 for the tags sjakhdjsjdjsjd
THANKS SM FOR THE TAG EM!!!! š«¶ Iāve been listening to k-pop 24/7 lately but to add some diversity Iāll only do 2 songs šš
1. The Feels ā TWICE
2. Ditto ā NewJeans
3. Mr. Showtime ā WonderlandsXShowtime
4. Magic ā One Direction
5. Hi Diddle Dee Dee (An Actorās Life For Me) ā Pinocchio
TIME TO TAG MB if yall did this already!!!! @anotherlavendergay @icharchivist @everwisp @gayforjuza @br3adtoasty @oheyfox @robo-milky @nem0-nee HAVE FUNSIES GUYS (if you didnāt do this already)
Hihihiii ty for thinking of me! Lately, I've been listening to these a lot:
1. Autotheist ā Baby Bugs.
2. Coin Locker Baby ā MARETU.
3. Muscle Cocktail ā DEADLIFT LOLITA
4. Knife Fight ā Lemon Demon
5. Remember my Name ā Mitski
*puts the mic extremely closely to @hebidanshi @faeflowerz @enigmatic-pers-reblogs @kaechannn @lamentingintheuniverse 's faces* what about you. Hi. Hi what about you. Hey. Hi. Helloeee what. Hi what about you
I still haven't made many friends or mutuals here sobs but I'll just put people I'd like to get to know @amorisqasayid @merotwst @adrianasunderworld @decemebercircus @diodellet @vxnrouge š„¹š„¹
5. Unrequited Love and He Who Sleeps Beneath ā Steampianist ft. GUMI
Tagging @shroudcore @gum-iie @y4nmaresu @leftdestiny-posts @nicebonescomrades @oofasleep @thescribeoflostmemories @kocherry @Stellar Anon, whoever you may be <3 @anyone else who wants to join!!
Hello everyone this is a songfic base on the song āHellfireā from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. The yandere aspect is what makes this fic different version from the original Nun!Reader fics ā”
I hope you guys enjoy this cuz I really went down the drain for the Capitano Agenda mainly because of how @jessamine-rose writes Capitano and it inspired me to do a yandere fic about him as well sksksksksk
Sypnosis: Capitano sees himself above the trivial feelings of love and lust. He sings a prayer to the Tsaritsa because of his revolting desire to make you his and his alone. However, the temptation of having you in his arms is quite hard to resist.
Content: Songfic, Yandere Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Religious Sacrilege, Kidnapping, Power Imbalance, Perverse Thoughts, Destructive Acts
< 2.2k words under the cut >
Oh, Archon of mine, you know I am not a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly your proud soldier
Dear Tsarista, you know I'm so much dignified
But why do I have such a despicable desire for a pure soul
Please tell me Tsaritsa, why do I see her dancing there?
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?
In the dark night that the fake sky showed, the nation of Mondstadt sleeps quietly along with its visitors from a foreign land. The Fatui soldiers were all asleep and only Capitano remains awake in a place where he stayed in the City of Freedom. He remains to be restless as he stares at the burning hearth while gripping onto his swordās handle tightly.
The Captain continues to sing a prayer of song to the Cryo Archon, he couldnāt close his eyes and sleep knowing he had much more to fulfill than his mission.
On the day he met you, he couldnāt forget how you stood up against him and demanded for a duel to save those wretched Knights of Favonius from his wrath. Despite being covered by the churchās garments, your body moves swiftly to dodge his attacks. Your face is bear for him to see and he could see your eyes glaring at himā¦ he felt attracted to them and he hated himself for it.
He especially hates the pyro vision that hangs above your bosom. It kept him awake as he could recall how you glow like fire.
A fire that continues to haunt his mind, heart, and soul.
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
Capitano whimpers this part of the song as he crosses his arms and held his shaking shoulders with the most hurtful grip. His armored sharp fingers pierced through the armor and scrapes his skin as he continues to stare at the heart which had the fire shape into your figure. And behind the dark void of his helmet, his dark blue eyes stares at you with longing to hold you and yet his gaze also craves to thrust his cock deep within your tight walls.
The way his thoughts spiral between the threads of loving and lusting for you made Capitano shiver once again. How he hate the way he feels because such perverted scenarios he played inside his mind deprecates how he sees himself. As the matter of fact, he began to think on why not let such desires come true?
And maybe it was time for him to finally rest for the night, Capitano knew it was enough prayers to the Tsaritsa as it was undignified of him to let out those words come out. He puts out the fire in the hearth by piercing his sword through the burning wood, he feels frustrated about tonightās prayers.
After all it was your fault that he feels this way.
Like fire, Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin
āCapitano, where do you think youāre going?ā
The said man stopped in his tracks, he certainly didnāt expect to see you first thing in the morning and he quietly continues his song of prayer inside his mind. Then he turns to see you still covered as the Church of Favoniusā garments, and he wonders how you would look without them.
āDo you wish to accompany me if you are asking such questions?ā He asks with a hopeful tone.
The way your eyes flicker in surprise but also has the glint of letting your guard down being deceive by how soft his deep voice had become. āWell, someone has to keep an eye over you Lord Harbinger, what if you harm Mondstadtās citizens again?ā You folded your arms shaping your breasts into the white garment you wear and the pyro vision waves slightly from the action.
By the Archon of Loveās mercy, Capitano is cursed with the bountiful visual he just saw and also blessed that his helmet covered his gaze.
āVery well you may accompany me Sister (Y/N).ā
Your name rolls out of his voice as if heās been practicing saying your name perfectly and he wonders when he could call you without the Nun title.
It's not my fault, I'm not to blame
It is the nun who wields her bow who sent this flame
It's not my fault, if in my Archon's plan
She made the devil so much stronger than a man!
Capitano hoarsely sings the prayer as he falls into his knees holding the sides of his helmet he couldnāt believe what just happened.
You two were just spending another day deep in the ice-cold mountains of Dragonspine to battle the Snowboar King. When victory came due to the tag team you two made, you suddenly hugged him out of the blue out of happiness. Your long wish to venture the mountains and fulfilled your inner childās ambition to defeat the monster has been done because of the Captainās help.
That was also the very first time that Capitano saw you smiling and laughing, those images will forever bury inside his mind. Unless he takes you for himself then perhaps every day, he could see you with such happy expressions that he stirs up.
When it was night and the time for you to part ways with him, you express gratitude for letting you fulfill a long wish as a child. You always had been a caged little dove by your family and you told Capitano of your prison despite being a Sister in the Church of Favoinus.
Little did you know that Capitano only wishes for you transfer from your familyās prison to his own.
And when you kissed the side of his helmet that was the last straw as it provokes Capitanoās darkest thoughts in desiring you. He slowly composes himself as he stands up from the ground, he grips the handle of his sword as he slams the door open. The heavy footsteps could be heard in the quiet night but none could ever wake up from this dangerous aura because the Fatui Harbinger only wishes harm to one person in this nation.
Capitano will have you and damn your Archonās absence because he cannot protect you from him anymore.
Protect me, Tsaritsa
Don't let the nun cast her pyro visionās spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy (Y/N)
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone
Capitanoās prayer is full of hypocrisy once again, because it was too late, the Cryo Archon couldnāt erase his feelings. You were to blamed for whatever will happen to you from now on as he continues to take another step towards the place where you sleep. The dark void in his helmet begin to light up as his dark blue eyes glow under the dark night of the fake sky.
And when you woke up, the sun isnāt the one who greeted you.
āLet me go this instant! I donāt wish to harm youā¦ youāre the only friend that I truly had please donāt make me hate you Capitano.ā
Your voice is filled with betrayal and fear, yet despite feeling those emotions you still linger to a thread of hope that Capitano will let you go. He admires how that even in this situation you would try to see the goodness in him. A goodness that never existed in the first place anyway, for what does that trait could even contribute to his duties as a Fatui Harbinger?
āDidnāt you wish to be free of your family? Didnāt you desire to get away from Mondstadt because you never felt its freedom? And didnāt you say that you want to be with me?ā
Capitano had a tight grip on your arm which made you whimper, if this was a different situation, you would have said yes. The only time you ever feel yourself is when youāre with him butā¦ why does it feel like you were just transferring from one prison to the next. You didnāt understand why Capitano suddenly began to changeā¦ or maybe this was always how he felt about you.
The vision that hanged below your neck began to glow, āIāll never be yours.ā You told him as your bow materializes in your hand to fight for your freedom.
And the Captain thinks about how cute you would look utterly defeated under him when you would soon realize that you never had any power to win against him.
Hellfire, Darkfire
Now (Y/N), it's your turn
Choose me or your pyre
Be mine or you will burn
Capitanoās prayer turned its direction towards you.
Blood dripped down from your forehead and cheek, they were cut by the blades of the First of the Fatui Harbingers, the Captain. The duel didnāt last longer than you had anticipated despite having a pyro vision, you could not last against Capitanoās honed skills as a fighter. Though defeated you still push yourself up from the grass field even if you were still kneeling on the ground. You look up to his helmet and found the twisted love in the dark abyss of his mask.
The tip of the Captainās sword lifted your chin up gently.
āPlease donāt.ā You were helpless against him, no one would ever come to your help because he chose a place in Mondstadt where people would avoid going into. āThatās the only beautiful thing that ever happened to me in all my lifeā¦ please donāt take my vision away.ā
With your pride already stepped on, the only thing you could do is beg for his mercy but Capitano is confused why you would beg. The only answer he wants to come out of your mouth is that you would accept to be his and his alone.
Oh, Anemo Archon save her from me
Oh, Cryo Archon have mercy on me
But she will be mine
Or she will burn
Capitano notice how you were confused by his sudden prayer song when you didnāt give him an answer. He wants someone to save you from his monstrosity and yet if you would not love him, you will suffer. And despite having defeated you in a fight, his heart ache when you started to cry about his threats to destroy your vision. You were gripping onto his cape tightly as you continue to beg for him to give your pyro vision back.
He kneels down to your form and place his armored hand over your damp cheek, he slowly wipes your tears away. āForgive me Sister (Y/N), I am a sinner in the eyes of my god but I would not regret the time we had spent together. I may be a monster in your eyes but in my own, I only see a man who desires your love.ā Before you could even oppose he gently lifted up your chin and pressed his thumb against your lips. He wants forget how you made him feel because you would be happier without him but alas...
Capitano will never forget and now he wants to know if your lips would have a sweet taste.
Despite the hypocrisy of his actions and words, he is deceivingly comforting you because no one could get you out of this situation other than Capitano himself.
āI will forcibly take you back with me.ā His tone turned dark and the ounce of fear you felt tripled.
āAnd I will never forgive myself because I will never give you a choice. You sought for freedom but I can never give that to you. So I will only propose to you only this once.ā Capitano gently lay you to sit on the ground so it will be him to be the one kneeling now with one knee on the scorched grass field.
He then pierces his sword to the ground, he holds out his hand asking you to hold him, you took it of course out of fear. When you did hold his large armored hand, he was trembling despite the fact you could see how utterly composed he is for someone who had put you in this situation.
āCome with me, I wish not to dishonor your virtue by having only to defeat you in a duel.ā
Never had you hear him so soft and gentle yet his tone full of desperation and his words were horrifying.
āMarry me (Y/N), and I promise you will not be caged like a bird. I will let you fly on the condition you will have me at your side at all times.ā
Tears had fell from your eyes because you knew that your choice will be the one that will give Capitano the satisfaction of his proposal that is more-like a demand. āMy answer is yesā¦ I will marry youā¦ā You didnāt voice out that you were just afraid to reject him.
And with your acceptance Capitano thanks the Cryo Archon for his answered prayer but most of all he dedictated his final ode to you.
Like fire, Hellfire, Darkfireā¦ (Y/N) you are mine and mine alone.
~ End
A/N: Also if you guys haven't read the Nun!Reader series, some of the scenes there are parallel to the events that happened there :>
Cyno is really becoming my favorite character so far in the Windblume Festival so I wrote this ā” Also this is Gender-Neutral Reader insert :>
Tags: Fluff, First Meeting, Pre-Established Relationship, Mutual Crush on First Meet, Horrible Puns
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The Windblume Festival is a season of giving gifts to your loved ones. May it be platonical, familial, or romantic anyone could receive gifts. You always have something to give for platonical and familial gifts. As for romantic... well you don't really hope to receive or give anyone this year.
Despite that you always held that tradition in giving to your Alchemy colleagues that you consider as your friends now. Speaking of them... Sucrose and Albedo are the ones you haven't given their gifts.
Luckily you spot them both but they camping outside the walls of Mondstadt near Cider Lake. They were all in a circle surrounding a campfire with a lot of travelers. It was bad timing anyway, you could see how they were all interacting like they knew each other for a long time.
As much as you wanted to give your presents, the festival won't end today. So you turn your back and as you were about to head to the city, you step on a branch snapping it in half.
"I noticed you were spying on us, who are you?"
The sudden appearance of a tan skin and medium length grey hair gentleman surprised you. His red-orange eyes pierce through your own as if he's looking at you like some sort of predator ready to pounce on his prey. He wore almost nothing but his jackal ears hood. He is on guard to every movement especially to the small boxes on your hands.
"Wait Cyno, that person is our friend." Sucrose panicked since Cyno's whole demeanor changed.
"(Y/N)? What are you doing here? Did you need something?" Albedo asked as he is surprised to have seen you this late in the city.
You didn't face Sucrose and Albedo because you were too busy admiring the features of the man in front of you. He stood a little taller and he is lean. His red orange eyes went from being stern to soft as he realizes his mistake.
"Forgive me I shouldn't have assumed that you were an enemy spying on us." Cyno scratch the back of his hood as he apologizes for his brash actions.
"I-It's okay! Really... I would have done the same and uhm are you from the Akademiya?" You ask because the silver haired man is oddly familiar especially in TCG, many from sumeru used a card of his image. So you wonder if he is the General Mahamatra that they would talk about.
"No. I am Cyno the Adventurer."
Cyno's deadpan tone made you snort, you could tell that he didn't want to be addressed by his official work title.
"Ignore him, he's just on vacation mode. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit (Y/N)?" A gentlemen dressed in dark reen clothes with fox ears greeted you as his eyes narrowing at his companion in annoyance.
"Oh I came to give this to Albedo and Sucrose, I was about to leave when they seem busy but Cyno suddenly appeared." You held out two boxes for the two alchemist who recited their gratitude towards you.
Tighnari, the fox eared man, elbowed Cyno to at least be courteous and invite you to eat.
"Again, I apologize for..." Cyno handed you out a small bowl of what they were eating. "...Soup-rising you like that."
A collective groan could be heard from that pun. Although it made you laugh, which surprises Cyno himself and his companions.
"I don't mind because you're a DandeCyno."
You gave him a thumbs up replying him with a pun that you also thought about. Then Cyno seems to be surprised at the joke you just made. Maybe he didn't get it... "You know like a Dandelion plus Cyno's name. Him suddenly appearing like a wind in front of me!" You explained to make sure everyone got the idea of your pun.
Cyno places a hand over his mouth and lets out a hearty chuckle. There is a small dark blush on his cheeks as he turns to you with a smile. "I'm quite glad to have met someone who shares my sense of humor." He extends his hand and you happily shake it.
"To think someone actually laughed at my flower puns, I think our friendship will definitely blume during the festival." He lets out another pun in his deadpan tone which made it funnier to hear.
"I cecilia hope it would." You reply with a pun as well while winking at him.
"Oh no there's two of them..." Tighnari groans as he puts a hand on his temple.
The others well... they just look like they want to be swallowed by the ground. Only Albedo seems amused and crossed his arms raising an eyebrow towards the two of you.
"Are you going home after giving us these?" Albedo asks while holding out his gift. "Perhaps Cyno could accompany you back since it is quite dangerous to go out at night even if it's festive season." In all honesty the Chief Alchemist is amused by all of these and he wants to see where this would go.
Cyno just nodded at Albedo's suggestion, not even hesitating to oppose. Mainly because he seems to have a feeling that you two would get along. "I don't mind escorting you home (Y/N), besides I think I owe you this much for scaring you earlier." His hood covered the top half of his face as he remembers how intensely intimidating he is earlier.
You met the General Mahamatra and not the Adventurer Cyno. So he does want you to see him in a different way.
"Sure! Plus I want to get to know you more Cyno, you seem really fun to be around." In all honesty, you could handle yourself especially with a vision hanging on your belt.
But you don't mind walking in the night with a handsome fella who shares your love for humor.
Tighnari folded his arms and lets out an amused sigh, "I can't believe you set them up Albedo now we both have to endure their bad puns."
Albedo lets out a soft chuckle, "I think they're pretty funny." Most of them disagreed.
So back to the two of you who were walking towards Springvale.
Cyno notices a familiar box in your bagpack. His eyes brighten up at this and his lips quirk up a smile. "Do you play TCG?" He asks while pointing at your card deck that was seen through a small opening of your bag.
"I definitely do! My colleagues often play it during our free time. Do you want to play sometime?" You ask excitedly but then got embarassed since you don't want to ruin his plans especially when he's from Sumeru. "If you're... up to it I don't really want to intrude your vacation in Mondstadt."
"Aside from accompanying my friends here, the other reason is to commission the talented Calx to design my cardback." Cyno does share the excitement of playing TCG with you. "Having to play TCG with a newly found friend is surely enjoyable this season."
You sigh in relief upon hearing that, it looks like the feeling is mutual. "I can hardly wait for our duel Adventurer Cyno." You elbow him at the side gently then notice that you were already in Springvale. "Oh this is my house, thanks for the walk back."
"You're welcome, as much as I wanted to make a pun... I'll just give this."
In his hand there is an unfamiliar flower, not native from Mondstadt. You saw in books once, a Kalpata Lotus, being placed onto your head. Cyno smiles at you softly and takes a step back, "I figured you might like this particular flower back from my home." He definitely will have to say sorry to Tighnari later for stealing this flower.
When he puts the flower in your hair, his face is incredibly close to yours. You remain quite on the outside while your inner voice is already losing its shit. Despite being flustered, you have to give Cyno a gift back.
After all, equivalent of exchange is a rule in alchemy.
"Wait I think it's unfair that I didn't give you anything." You grabbed his hand before he could take a step back.
"You don't really have toā"
You take a step forward tiptoeing to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "See you tomorrow Cyno." You smile brightly and the blush on your cheeks spread throughout your face.
Cyno stare at you dumbfoundedly as you shut the door close. He place a hand on the spot where you kissed him. The beating of his heart began to thump louder as the smile you gave him is imbued into his mind.
A smile crept up his lips as he turns around wondering how to not make a fool of himself tomorrow.
On the other side of the closed door, you were sitting on the floor placing a hand over your chest. You couldn't believe you already kissed Cyno on the cheek when you just met him. Then again... he seems to he smiling when you did that.
The Windblume Festival is a season of giving gifts to your loved ones. May it be platonical, familial, or romantic anyone could receive gifts. You always have something to give for platonical and familial gifts. As for romantic... you hope Cyno would be the one to happily accept it someday.
