Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, manipulation and minor character death. Word count: 5k.
“I can see them, you know. The ripples of your beating heart within this realm of still waters.”
i.
It’s natural, when in a position such as yours, to wonder where everything went wrong.
Was it the instance you were brought into this world, your mother holding you to her chest before sighing her final breath? When the servants covered your childhood home’s furniture in white sheets, your suitcase snapping shut, reverberating alongside your father’s promise for a better future in a land far away?
premise. snippets of daily life between a humble servant and an increasingly clingy master.
word count.5.2k
note. reader full of snark + dumbass in love ayato = gratuitous amount of banter. i have to say that ayato never goes out of line though, and you’re not actually bothered by his advances; you’re just a massive tsundere.
“With all due respect, I don’t believe being your headrest is part of my duty, my lord.”
“Is that so?”
The noncommittal response pointedly marks the end of his acknowledgement as Ayato makes no effort to sit up, remaining slumped against your frame. His head rests upon your shoulder, a ticklish sensation blooming where your neck and chin meet. Light blue hair trail prickling heat where it grazes your skin, an itch you can’t quite scratch away.
Even so, the discomfort doesn’t reflect on your face, frigid expression carefully layered with blankness. His sinking weight fails to impede your immaculate posture, refined poise a great disparity from his leisurely disposition. It paints an odd picture, the ordinarily faultless heir lacking decorum—though granted the freedom to do as he wishes in the private confines of his room, it is a mystery why a servant such as you is… graciously permitted to bask in his exclusive company. In the private confines of his room. You feel the need to emphasize that detail.
In his hands lay a scroll concerning governmental affairs, urgent matters that demand his attention, so you can’t begin to comprehend why he insists on using this time to harassreward a lowly servant with his valuable presence when there is business to attend to.
He leans more of his weight to your side, and he—you nearly sputter indignantly—mimics an action that can almost be described as nuzzling. “Mhm. This is convenient for me, since I’ve hardly found the time to rest today. Do you find it intolerable?”
Ignoring the last bit, you advise, “Perhaps it would be more effective if you were to rest in your chambers. I will come call when the Kanjou Commission asks for you.”
He pretends to consider it for a moment, the silence filled with the quiet jingle of wind chimes. But predictably, the corners of his mouth hook up to an impish smile. “I would prefer to stay, if you don’t mind?”
Resigned to your fate, you can only say, “Of course not, my lord.”
note. i surprised myself with how much plot this actually has.
零 ; you, the typecasted “passerby a”
the path to stardom is an arduous journey, but you’ve already abandoned your dreams not even halfway down the road.
you are far from the fresh newbie you once were. maybe you hoped to be famous at some point, your name sung in ardent praises and joint with stellar performances, but you’ve never received major roles that strayed from “classmate b” or “the protagonist’s best friend” who only ever appears to give advice.
the closest you’ve been to getting a main character role is being part of the second pairing of a cheesy romance drama that never became a hit, a series with a generic plot and a bland cast of no name actors.
but you can’t deny the spark of hope lighting your heart when you receive word of an audition for an upcoming drama adaptation of a well-loved webtoon series, a series you are an avid fan of. it’s a murder mystery following a genius detective striving to solve a serial killings cold case, with snippets of romance and the occasional comedy, grim as the premise may be.
once the drama adaptation was confirmed, it quickly became a hot topic; fans are anticipating the casting and filming crew, expecting nothing less of perfection to honor the brilliant source material. by all accounts, it’s big news, and snagging even a minor role would definitely earn you more recognition.
if you’re chosen to act as the victim in the first murder, you would already be beyond satisfied—being part of such a masterpiece is enough to make you overjoyed. you don’t have too high hopes but there’s no harm in trying for the audition, right?
yes. no harm at all.
that’s if you don’t count the brain damage you suffered when your head slammed against the wall from complete shock as you received an e-mail from the staff confirming your admittance to the project.
as the protagonist’s love interest, no less—a journalist investigating the serial murders to enact revenge on their younger brother’s stead, the third victim in the killings.
一 ; xiao, the celebrity crush
acting practice is generally considered a casual affair in every project you’ve taken on, yet you couldn’t help but spend hours trying to make yourself look presentable (and avoid looking like a beggar compared to your shining idols when you stand side by side). you may be a tad bit overdressed, but you’d hate to make a fool out of yourself on day one.
except that is exactly what you do. because you’re a walking disaster.
in your defense, it’s not even your fault! the moment you step foot in the venue, you’re ushered by the staff to a row of waiting rooms… without any nameplates attached by the doors and no indication of where you’re supposed to go. left with no other choice, you mentally count eeny meeny miny moe and surge forward for the chosen room.
you can’t tell if you’re tremendously lucky or the most unfortunate person on earth, but you come face to face with a person you never thought you’d see in the flesh.
the thing is, the staff never informed you of your future colleagues. the casting is a well-kept secret, even from the actors themselves, to prevent information leaks to the media before the official announcement.
you really wish you had time to prepare yourself before you had to meet xiao, though.
℘SYPNOSIS ━ wherein childe is y/n’s “ex” who suddenly texts her back after a year demanding … more like begging for a comeback. wait, did they even break up?
℘CW ━ nsfw jokes, mentions of having sex but no smut, horrible humor, cussing, slight ayato x reader
℘AUTHOR NOTES ━ another smau lmao… anyway ahahah wsg
Warnings: Fem Reader, not SFW themes, unhealthy relationships, yandere themes, past dubcon, alcohol mention, dark humor, Scaramouche being himself, it’s mentioned in passing that darling stabbed some poor sod while ♀️♀️-ing away.
In which darling is intimate with the genshin boys, only to be in for a rude awakening the next morning.
Pairing: Ayaka x Reader (+ Yandere!Ayato) [Genshin].
Word Count: 0.7k.
TW: Mentions of Arranged Marriage.
Ayaka was waiting outside when you left Ayato’s office.
She worry was visible, her posture stiff and her hands clasped tightly around her closed fan, something caught between disappointment and concern written across her expression. As you closed the screen door, she looked towards you, but you only shook your head, letting out the sigh you’d been holding in for the better half of the last hour. “How much did you hear?”
She cringed, her wariness as thoroughly engrained as your own. “Only a little, but enough to know he’s not taking visitors.“ She paused, turning her fan over in her wrist. In a fraction of a second, it had dissolved into little more than golden dust and specks of stray light. "Is he scheming again?”
“As if he ever stops.” You shut your eyes, bringing a hand up to massage your temples. Your exhaustion, although dramatized, was mostly genuine. “I’m afraid he’s realized he might be able to use marriageto his advantage, as well – in addition to all of his usual tools, of course.”
Most of the time, you could avoid it. There was always something to do in the Kamisato Estate, always a reason to be in the other room, always an excuse to make yourself scarce whenever Ayato mentioned wanting to have a word with you, and if you were lucky, your duties would carry you to another island entirely, another city or another village where Ayato’s influence dwindled and reminders of him were few and far between. Sometimes, you could go hourswithout so much as seeing him, without feeling his burning stare or having to avoid his wandering hands. Those were the days you enjoyed most. You could so rarely afford to relax as a servant of the Yashiro Commission, even more so as the vassal of such an… affectionate Commissioner, and as reluctant as you would’ve been to admit it aloud, you savored any chance you got to put that much more distance between you and your dear lord.
You’d hoped, foolishly, that today would be one of those days.
