CW: yandere themes, possessiveness, imprisonment imagery, stalking, possible out-of-character characterization.
Note: English is not my first language, so there may be grammatical errors. Characterization may also be slightly OOC.
Another Yan! Nihilita x Reader
Imagine, Yan! Nihilita is interested in YOU—a mortal.
You can't escape him. He's a creation of Asmoday who can bring you back with a flick of his hand, trap you in red cubes, and boom—you're in front of him AGAIN.
(You know, like in the game where you get teleported back to him if you try to leave the battle area.)
He could probably just lock you up, like a caged animal in a zoo—just like his master did to the various mortals imprisoned in the Temple of Space.
But hey, he WOULDN'T do that, would he?
Because he doesn’t need to.
The entire world is his domain.
He grants you "freedom" to roam across Teyvat, but that freedom is nothing more than an illusion. As a Watcher, he is always observing—whether through your own eyes or from a higher plane beyond your reach.
He even “gifts” you a companion like Dex, claiming it is for your protection. In truth, Dex is merely an extension of Nihilita himself. It records your every word, monitors your heartbeat, and observes every interaction you have.
But don't worry. He merely wishes to ensure that you remain safe ♡
If The Witch-King, The Herkunftshorn, Otto Dietmar Gustav von Urtica brings his subordinates to the blurry edge between true death and madness, one wonders just how far he'd bend, spin the mind of one he "loves".
I wonder if he were kind enough, he'd allow them the golden privilege, the cold realization he'd taken their entire world, uprooted their perception of reality by the roots, by the skin of their teeth.
The devil's tune is a double-edged sword, and his tender flame-licked promises an empty escape.
The Witch-King's influence is so deeply immense it festers neigh endlessly for centuries at the edge of your vision, where every natural color of the prism means the hollow swallow of darkness.
He smiles, lingers, and digs underneath like a worm. Sickness, nefarious obsession. A lich's curse, hardly possible to erase once it finally boils above the skin like oil and tar, but an Arts mark from the Witch-King himself?
That sentient taint, tasteless clingy darkness, your scar would never fade. He is all you know and shall ever hope to question, dare you even question his maddening conquest to begin with.
Your dreams are not safe. Far from knowing the sweet embrace of peace when he gently cradles you in his pitifully cold longing, patiently counting the goosebumps he left behind. His grasp is anything but normal. He won’t caress, won’t touch you like any mere man.
His tender digits reach and reach in silent droves, touching and observing, until your Majesty imprints the passionate kiss of the black fire upon every single orifice of you and calmly calls it progress, his birth name carved into bone. Inspiring a whisp of pain in any glance.
His voice never silenced in Franz's head, not completely. His dark legacy never faded from Leithanian, and his wordless echo didn't fade from Terra in its entirety.
You shall never be rid of him. The night is a grimm contempt. His looming shadow darkens each passing century.
Freedom is a stranger in his court; The Witch-King is a sincere yet subtle, overarching possession. His music is an unforgettable infection of the senses; you taste him on your tongue when you sing, indescribable yet absolutely horrible, twist after twist after twist. The Witch-King pulls a forbidden pressure. He effortlessly steals from your throat, falses you to make for yourself and especially others, molded into what he orchestrates.
You can't seem to mind what can't be real, like he never left in the first place. To think as your own vassal without his guiding hand extending out from the thin crack of the emptiness to delicately tighten your strings, as gods do for their chosen pupils.
He insists that when he plays for you, he serenates you. To glorify supreme control over the vulnerable masses. You fear most he isn't a liar.
You hear, forced to listen, the deep sigh of his memory upon your flesh. The painful throb of his curse, like a tumor, when you appeal and appraise the world of endless notes on your manuscript, these sheets are simply paper but new, wary toward the traditional design, a new gerne for a new age in Leithanien luxury.
He is not fond of your curiosity. Doesn't like it when you turn your ear away from what he considers his personal 'magnum opus' to permanently execute his country into deluded eternity. Your fingers are not your own as they mindlessly whirl and dance to the beat of his ghost, that hideous wand, waving silent and eternal in it's authority over your life at the darkest corner of your mind's eye. He doesn't exist, and yet still does. Still and seething between dullness, vanity, and abundance; there at the invisible door of The Void, up the Spire, at the heart and center of Originium.
And that's the only 'tranquility' he will ever allow until the end of all things.
The Beginning of the End - North Clock Town Guard x reader (Majora's Mask)
this imagine has been a long time coming, and i regret not posting it sooner. but better late than never i suppose.
enjoy :)
(i still don' t know how i haven't posted any majora's mask imagines/fics/headcanons until now)
y/n - your name
warnings - sad, implications of death (it's majora's mask, so i feel that's a given)
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The ground shook beneath your feet as you strolled past the clock tower, bits and pieces of the buildings you passed falling to the ground. It was the dawn of what some said was the final day. But more importantly… it was the day of the Festival of Time.
Despite the tremors that seemed to happen every few minutes, there were still people going about their day, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. Most that had travelled for the festival were beginning to evacuate, soldiers escorting those to the nearest gate. But those who remained seemed… oddly calm. It was almost as if they hadn’t noticed the moon getting closer and closer; it’s frightening face staring directly at them. You tried your best not to look at it, keeping your gaze toward the cobblestone you walked upon.
You made your way into the North end of Clock Town, the only side of town where the grass seemed to grow. The boy that spent hours on end trying to pop balloons with spit balls was nowhere to be seen. You were sure he and his friends were trying to find shelter… or at least you hoped. You sat down on the ground against one of the walls, feeling the soft grass on your skin. It filled you with a sense of comfort, reminding you of those summer days you’d spent reading in this exact spot. ‘Oh, how I’ll miss that…’ you thought to yourself. Before another thought could enter your mind, you felt a familiar figure sit beside you, his armor clanking lightly against the stone wall your rest upon. “What are you still doing here?” he asked softly. “I thought you’d be far from this place by now.”
You looked up at him, a small smile etched on your face. “And where exactly would I go?” You couldn’t help but to laugh lightly. “The swamp? The canyon?”
He gave you a chuckle in return. “I guess you’re right…” he replied. “But still. You shouldn’t be here, y/n. It’s dangerous.”
“And it isn’t anywhere else?” you asked. “Besides…” You adjusted yourself slightly, getting more comfortable in your spot. “I don’t really have anywhere else to go. And, if I’m being really honest… I want to stay.”
He gave you a puzzled look. “You… you want to…” He sighs. “Why?”
You shrugged. “I’m happy with… just…”
“You’re happy with ending it all in this small, little tourist town with nothing left to offer?”
His expression made you giggle. You could see he was concerned, but deep down, you sensed that bit of hope. “There’s still the celebration tonight.” you responded. “What a way for the world to end; fireworks and dancing; a whole crowd of people who’ll make you forget the seriousness of the situation.”
The guard gave a small smile, looking down at the grass below you both. “I guess you’re right.” He sighed once more, looking back at you. “You know, I-” He swallowed. “Truth be told, I’m kind of glad you’re staying.”
There was a brief moment of silence.
“Hey…” he said, a little more softly. “I hear the Milk Bar is letting people take their drinks to go tonight…” He took a breath. “I’d, uh- I’d love for you to join me. We could grab a couple Chateau Romanis and head up to the rooftop of the guard hall to watch the fireworks.”
You felt the warmth rising in your cheeks. “Chateau Romanis?” you smirked. “Do you think I’ve Chateau Romani money?” You couldn’t help but to laugh, seeing just how red his cheeks are getting. You calm yourself, sighing softly. “I’d really like that.”
He chuckled. “G-good…” He placed his hand on yours. “Because I’d really like to see you one last time.”
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Dusk was approaching. The tremors and shakes of the earth beneath you were becoming more and more frequent, almost as if the ground below was buzzing continuously now. It was actually surprising the festival hadn’t been completely cancelled. But, you looked in the mirror and smiled, having put on your best attire. You felt good.
Soon enough, you made your way through East Clock Town to the Milk Bar. The streets were empty, the only exception being those who fully believed nothing was really going to happen. You threw on your membership mask and made your way inside, finding the one you came to see. His face lit up as he saw you, reaching out to gently grab your hand. “Y/n… you look-” He couldn’t finish his thought, completely enamored by you. “Wanna grab some drinks and go?”
You both made your way through the crowd of people, walking up the the bar. You ordered your drinks and headed up to the rooftops of the guard hall. The town looked so ominous from above. When the earth began to shake once more, the building shook twice as hard, the corners of the roof crumbling lightly. You looked to the guard. “Should we really be up here?” you asked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful. But-”
He chuckled nervously. “You’re right…”
You both headed back down to the cobblestone below, the display of fireworks just beginning. They were beautiful, to say the least, the vibrancy against the ominous grey-white color of the moon. The booms were accompanied by more tremors, making everyone excited. But as more time passed, the closer the moon seemed to be. You took a sip of your drink, your anxiety kicking in. The guard took your hand into his own, pulling you closer to his side. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “Do we need to go?”
You looked down, biting your lip in discomfort.
He knew that look.
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Let’s get you home.”
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You both rushed to your home, the ground shaking continuously now beneath your feet. You pulled him inside before shutting the door behind you. You could hear the cobblestone path just outside cracking apart, the items on your shelves clinking and clanking. You were surprised the shelves hadn’t fallen from the walls yet. He pulled you in close, your hearts racing fast from anxiety. “Hey… shh, shh, shh… It’s okay, it’s okay.” He rubbed a hand up and down your back.
“I’m right here.”
You both took off your shoes at the door and make your way down the hall to your bedroom. It was small, but cozy. You took a seat on the edge of your bed, the guard following your lead. He wrapped an arm around you as he sits, pulling you closer and closer until your head was resting on his shoulder. You remained that way for sometime, feeling the warmth of each other. He wrapped his other arm around you, now holding you in a comforting embrace.
“You know…” He let out a soft breath. “I’ve always wanted this… to hold you in my arms, feeling your warmth against my skin… just like this…”
You felt your heart skip a beat. You’d wanted it, too; to be close to him, to feel his touch.
“It’s a shame I didn’t make these intentions clear sooner…”
In the few minutes you’d been sitting there, you’d almost forgotten the world crumbling down around you. You pulled yourself closer to him, your bodies pressed against each other.
“Let’s not think about that…” you responded in a whisper. “We’re here now.”
“And that’s all that matters…”
He kissed the top of your head, the feeling sending tingles down your whole body. It started to hit you:
This is the last time you’d ever see him.
You have to make this moment count.
“Then for tonight,” He pulled away slightly, one of his hands coming up from your side to caress your cheek as he rested his forehead against yours. His breath was soft against your skin, his heart beating fast. “as strange as this request may be, could we…” He paused for a moment. “Could we pretend that I did make those intentions clear sooner?”
You looked into his dark, fear filled eyes.
“Could we pretend that I’d told you these pent up feelings in long years past?” he continued. “That we’re well past that stage of courtship and sneaking around from place to place to see each other once the sun has gone to rest?”
You were silent, taking in his every word. He was beginning to tear up, the thought of losing the you he’d never had; making him feel things he’d never felt. A tear rolled down his cheek.
“Let me love you like I should have after all these years…” he whispered.
“Please…”
You were absolutely speechless. You’d known these feelings between you had been there, but you’d never imagined how much much he’d actually felt for you. Your heart fluttered with excitement. But, the moment it did… it dropped.
This is the beginning of the end.
You were still looking at him. You raised a hand to his cheek, gently wiping away the tears that had fallen from his eyes. And, in response, you gave a light nod.
Without hesitation, he closed that gap between you. His lips were soft against your own, tasting of the Chateau Romani you’d both had not too long before. His hand held your waist firmly, the other sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck. He somehow managed to pull you closer into his embrace. Your heart raced. And god, did it feel good.
He pulled back, looking at you with those same tear-filled eyes. He was smiling as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You couldn’t recall ever seeing a more genuine smile from him… even all those times you’d end up alone together in North Clock Town.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he whispered, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“And I’m glad I finally get to…”
One of the shelves down the hall gave way, the contents that reside on top falling to the floor. The sound of glass shattering made you snap out of your romantic trance, your breathing quickly becoming a frenzied rush. The guard’s embrace tightened, him pulling you into his lap. “It’s okay, y/n. You’re okay.” he said, his tone almost as rushed as your breath. He buried his face in your hair, trying to comfort you in the midst of the chaos. “Shhhh… shh shh shh…” He kissed your temple softly, practically covering you with his body.
You were both terrified of the moments to come. Another shelf fell. Glasses from the kitchen could be heard as they shattered on the stone floor. The guard pulled the sheets over you both. He knew it wouldn't do anything but distract your focus, but it was for the best. It was dark and stuffy, but it was comforting; feeling his arms around you, his heartbeat in your ear. He placed another gentle kiss on the top of your head. You could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling how hard he was trying to hold back his sobs. It made your heart feel even more heavy.
He loves you.
He looked at you, the light from the window just barely illuminating your features under the sheets. His hand moved to your cheek, his fingers tracing your jawline. And once they reached your chin, he couldn’t resist to press his lips to yours… for the last time.
i told myself i wouldn’t do huffman pieces except for every 10 posts but i can’t help myself. i am weak for him. he's my reason for living. sometimes i check the huffman x reader tag to see if there’s any new fics, but there’s still really only the ones that i’ve written 🥲
huffman is professional, and treats everyone with respect. he’s truly matured since he hit adulthood, and now has a stellar reputation around mondstadt (although not from diluc). that’s why you’re so drawn to him to start with. he’s pretty, and he seems lovely.
emphasis on the seems part.
the truth is that as a knight, he holds a position of authority over most mondstadters. if anyone gets too close to you in a way he doesn’t like, a simple glare is enough to keep most away.
he’s not above fabricating evidence, if it comes to it. it gives him great joy to handcuff a man that comes too close to you, and it lets it show on his face when confronting him. if the man was wondering who made up the crime, that question is answered when he sees the man’s unapologetic grin.
“now, you’re finally out of the way. didn’t i warn you?”
there are men like albert, as well. you seem very close to him, and he’s even spending less time with barbara, prioritising you instead. if he can’t figure out believable evidence for him, that’s fine. he’s a knight. his duty is to protect you.
even if it comes to bloodshed.
you’ll end up relying on him. he’s going to make sure of it. huffman schmidt is dense- except when it comes to you. you’ll be all his, eventually. no matter what it takes.
and so, when windblume rolls around, who else is there but him?
I decided to write some short stories about the NPCs you can meet in Genshin.
Their behaviour and main characteristics will be spontaneously decided mainly based on the dialogue we can have with them and the info from Genshin wiki.
I’ll try to put the reader as gender neutral as I can (that means using they/them when mentioned in conversations), if the work describes reader as more feminine or masculine I’ll put this in description.
Also reader will be shortly described, for example Liyue! Depressed! reader - the first part mentioning the city from which the reader comes from and second the main characteristic of reader in the story.
List of works:
Victor X Mondstadt! Kind! reader; part 2
Wenyaun x Liyue! Easily-flustered! reader
Takuya x Inazuma! Confident! reader
Khalaf x Sumeru! Dominant! reader
Designer! Menogias x Museum Guide! reader - modern au
I called him Black Squid Cookie here! took me a while to think of one, and i think this suits him well
Really not sure if mans an octopus or a squid tbh. Literally cannot tell
-ˋˏ✄— After Work Blues
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Black Squid Cookie x Reader
Pronouns: they/them
"Aah, you're always here whenever I'm down."
.navigation. // .cookie run: kingdom masterlist.
The bustling of the town could be heard from where Y/n sat. They leaned outside their window, watching people wander about the streets as the sunny morning had rolled to late afternoon. Black Squid Cookie should be arriving soon, they thought.
As if on cue, a knock echoed from their shared home, followed by the creaking of the opening door and the voice of their partner. "My dear, I'm home!"
Moving away from where they sat, they went to greet him at the door. "Black Squid Cookie, I'm glad you're back. How was work?"
The man groaned, taking off his shoes before falling into his partner's open arms. "Tiring. Barely anyone wanter my wares..."
"Oh, it's alright, love. Come on then, you need some rest."
They led him to their bedroom, helping him under the blanket before they followed after, lying beside him.
Black Squid leaned into his partner, humming in satisfaction as they started brushing their hands over his messy hair.
"Oh, we wouldn't want this breaking now," they said, pulling out the headband with the little stars on them.
He hummed in response, eyes drooping as exhaustion washed over him.
"Thank you, dear. You're always such a sweetheart to me."
Giggling, Y/n smiled down at him. "Anytime, Black Squid. You overwork yourself too much, you know?"
Closing his eyes, he slowly drifted off to sleep, mumbling. "I'll do anything for you, my love."
a/n: hi so this was requested. i like the story. im v slow. but i’m slowly getting there fellaaaaaas.
pairing: cai xukun x reader (gender neutral)
genre: fluff
trigger warning: animals?
it was almost 6pm and xukun still wasn't here. you were mindlessly looking at the ceiling, laying on the couch in your empty apartment, waiting for your boyfriend. xukun and you had been together for now eleven months, or maybe one year, you couldn't remember the exact date.
xukun was supposed to go out with some friends today, and he had told you that he would be home at 5pm. but he was one hour late and god knew that you hated when he was late.
you were now looking at the floor. 6:30pm. xukun was indeed late and that was very mean of him, since he knew that you were really protective.
suddenly, someone knocked at the door, and that person entered. it was xukun, you had recognized him by his footsteps. he was staying in the corridor, mumbling things to himself that you couldn't understand.
- where have you been?! i’ve been waiting for you for one hour and a half that's so fucking mean, you could’ve called me-
you were ready to let out all of the stress you had to suffer from during the afternoon, but his soft voice cut you off.
- please, don't scream at me, i know i'm late. i had problems with the gift i wanted to give you, so it took me a bit -a lot- of time. i hope you won't be too angry.
xukun, sheepishly, entered the living room where you were. he was dumbly smiling at you, and he seemed to be hiding something big behind him.
- when we got together, exactly one year ago, you jokingly told me that if we stayed together one year, i had to buy you a pet. so... he brought the cage he was hiding behind him in front of him, and put it on the floor. i bought you this kitten. i hope you still want a cat, because i actually like her a lot already.
you couldn't believe it. xukun actually had an awesome memory. he had remembered something you told him ages ago for you guys’ one year anniversary. before paying attention to the small ball of fur now exploring the living room with her little paws, you ran into xukun’s arms to hug him.
- i feel so bad for not remembering our one year, kun. you felt him laughing quietly, so you knew he wasn't upset at your reaction. you're really the best person i've ever met, i love you so so so so so much baby.
xukun wasn't saying anything, he was kind of emotional at the moment. all of a sudden, he decided to carry you, his beautiful significant other to the couch to cuddle and to watch you guys’ new companion.
- how are we going to name her, kun?
- mhhhh, what about something exotic? like, something that would remind us and only us of something, an inside joke but a couple one.
your boyfriend laughed, while playing with your fingers and your hand.
- okay so let's go for this. let’s find a cool name. but you'll be the one explaining to your friends why this kitten is named weirdly and not something normal.
he giggled, and softly kissed you.
- i don't mind explaining it to them, it's like my child. our child. is that too much? anyway, i won’t mind because this kitten has a part of you in it and you're the person i'm the most proud of in this world.
- how chessy, cai xukun, you said while both of you were laughing. but we still need to find her a name.
You and he are not so different. You were created by Ronova—the Shade of Death—and he, Nihilita, was created by Asmoday—the Shade of Space. But one day, Asmoday vanished, leaving behind the Temple of Space and all of her creations—including Nihilita.
After Asmoday's disappearance, Nihilita, having opened his eyes to the truth of the world, ultimately defied his creator's will and abandoned the temple, along with his role as a Watcher.
On the other hand, you sought to aid your master in tracking down Asmoday. And upon that journey, you stumbled upon Nihilita, whom you later learned had been abandoned by Asmoday.
He did not offer you much information. Nihilita merely recounted the events following Asmoday's departure, and the reasons he had chosen to oppose his master.
But your connection did not end there. You encountered one another often, and from those repeated meetings, feelings that had never before existed began to stir within Nihilita. Each time your journey leads you back to him, your conversations inevitably drift beyond the bounds of your original mission. What begins as a search for answers soon gives way to discussions of far different things—of the stars that stretch endlessly above, of the curious nature of mortals, and of truths that neither of you yet dares to speak aloud.
He is well aware that your soul is bound by an oath—a solemn allegiance sworn to your master, Ronova.
Yet still, he sought to persuade you to leave your master behind.
For he believed that you should choose for yourself. Yet, at the same time, he desperately wished for that choice to be him.
It was the question he posed each time he attempted to convince you to leave your master.
But you continued to refuse, and he never ceased his efforts.
For Nihilita knew that beneath your steadfast resistance, doubt lingered. And so, he would continue to utter the words he knew would one day fracture your loyalty.
"𝑳𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆."
And he was right. You wished to be free—to behold the world unbound by your master's will.
Perhaps that is why he remains so patient. He does not resort to violence to force your hand. Beyond the fact that your strength is equal to his own, he knows that, in time, he can convince you that leaving your master is the better path.
And he knows, in the end you will choose him.
a/n: I genuinely need more fanfic about Nihilita x Reader
