You Tell Them Hoshi

outfit teaser: teyvat style – red dead of night ☆ diluc

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I thought that writing Herbarium would free me from the Capitano agenda. But I was wrong and now we have a side story + epilogue written from Capitano’s POV…….pls don’t expect much from this, as it’s just a collection of dark fluff and bonus scenes which take place throughout Herbarium. Also, three cheers for Sumeru update ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

To those who previously enjoyed Herbarium, I hope you enjoy this fic and don’t mind me tagging you. I will forever be grateful for your feedback!! And thank you once again to my dear friend @diodellet​ for peer-reviewing another self-indulgent fic :’>

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, violence, blood, murder, psychological trauma, mention of child abuse, mention of nsfw, spice, MINORS DNI

Note:: Female reader described as physically weak and smaller than Capitano, pre-release characterization of Capitano which will likely be obliterated by canon lore

♡ 3.3k words under the cut ♡

i. Once upon a time, an unlikely romance blossomed between a Monster and a Damsel.

The battlefield is a merciless place. A corner of the world nourished by violence and bloodshed, a place where only the strong could lay claim to honor and victory. For as long as he had been a Fatui Harbinger, Il Capitano had full control over this domain.

On the battlefield, there is no chance to appreciate the beauty of the natural surroundings, not when all would eventually be sullied by blood and death.

And yet here he is, standing in a peaceful meadow so far removed from the reality of the world. Having fallen victim to an opponent like no other, whose weapons take the form of melancholic glances and immortalized flowers.

“This is for you.”

She gives him flowers again. The dandelions are pressed between two sheets of parchment paper, puffy seeds flattened and denied of their promised liberation.

And just as he had done with that fateful bunch of windwheel asters, Capitano accepts her gift.

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Pairing: Jonathan Crane aka Scarecrow (Nolanverse Batman) x F Reader

Dr. Jonathan Crane begins his first day at Arkham Asylum, quietly observing Chief Administrator Dr. Ares Katsaros and his routines. He meets Ares’s fiancée--a woman who unsettles him with her calm composure and lack of fear. Fascinated, Crane begins planning Ares’s downfall while trying to deciding what to do with the woman attached to him.

Dark themes are ahead...

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❀ yuki x reader (she/her pronouns used) ❀ 1,700+ words ❀ cw - angst ❀ italicized sections imply a flashback , y/h/c = your hair color , ʚïɞ indicates time has passed ❀

“are you absolutely certain you want your memories erased?” hatori asks with concern laced in his voice, as his hand hovers above your head.

you weakly gaze up at akito from where you were outside, her dark eyes pass straight through you without a single ounce of remorse. in the far distance, you can hear yuki’s footsteps growing closer and closer, desperately searching the estate for you.

hatori sighs when yuki’s cries turn into pleas that echo off the hollow walls.

“y/n?! please, where are you? don’t do this, i—i need you.” he screams, his voice breaking as he helplessly wanders around.

“yes, please.” you mumble, a tear running down your cheek as you stare blankly at akito. she raises a brow, and with an evil grin, she doesn’t bother to break eye contact.

darkness. your unconscious body falls backward and hatori catches you before you hit the ground, brushing some of your hair back.

yuki stands frozen next to akito as he watches your lifeless body collapse into hatori’s arms. his knees thud to the ground, bruises sure to form on the affected area, while tears stream down his face and onto the already damp grass below.

akito tsks, “i told you yuki, she can’t love you the way i do.” she rolls her eyes at his attempt of defiance, returning back to her house.

yuki shook his head, gripping at the grass with trembling fingers. akito was right; you couldn’t love him like she did. because you loved him better. so much better than anyone ever could.

“i’m going to take her home now,” hatori says, standing to his feet with you in his arms.

your face glistens in the unsuspecting moonlight, skin glowing more than ever. “no,” yuki begins, “i’ll take her home myself.” he sadly announces, holding out his arms for you.

against his better judgment, hatori allows him to do this, gently handing you to him with ease.

from the second story of her room, akito’s eyes follow the both of you until you’re out of sight, the feeling of remorse completely absent from her mind.

yuki brushes a tear away from your cheek. his bottom lip quivering as he scans over your delicate features in an attempt to memorize them.

“i’m so sorry y/n,” he whimpers, “you didn’t deserve this.” another one of his tears drops onto your face, staining your beauty.

he leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips, it’s light and it wasn't enough for him, but he knows it’ll have to suffice for now. yuki can’t even bring himself to fake a smile as he nears your house, knowing these were the last few moments he had with you.

“i’m never giving up on us,” he breathes, his panicky cries becoming more frequent as he can’t contain his sobs anymore.

“…i will find you again. i promise.”

ʚïɞ

yuki’s eyes burn as the bright morning sun shines through his curtains. the memory of you plagues his dreams, like a nightmare he could never escape. he runs a hand through his silver hair, the constant sadness looming in his chest even years after.

the first day of his second year of college came sooner than he anticipated as he glanced over at his bedside clock and the time read 10:28.

shit.

he springs out of bed, rushing to simultaneously gather all of his supplies and get dressed and ready. before heading for the door, he slips the promise ring you had gotten for him on his ring finger, just as he did every day.

yuki steps onto the train, slightly out of breath from running. he sighs when he hears the familiar sound, just like in high school, the girls never failed to provide him with unwanted attention. so following close behind him were a group of his female classmates swarming him like bees to honey.

flattered as he may be, yuki does his best to politely decline their advances. “i’m sorry ladies, i’m just not inter—“

yuki’s sentence stopped abruptly when he glanced outside the train window, and there you stood. bag slung over your shoulder, y/h/c blowing in the gentle breeze as you read the train route map. all the overlapping voices of morning commuters and fangirls fade until they’re dulled, sounding as if they were in another room and all he could focus on is you.

his breath hitches in his throat, his eyes transfixed on your silhouette as you sit on the nearest bench, making yourself comfortable.

for a second he believes he’s hallucinating, perhaps the universe is torturing him once again with another dream of you. that this may be too good to be true, just another cruel joke by forces outside of his control, but no. you’re here, sitting a mere couple of yards from him.

most likely from the intensity of his stare, you look up, directly staring into his eyes despite the distance between you. yuki’s heart drops in his chest as you offer a small, innocent smile that has his mind racing a million miles a minute.

before he can exit the train, it takes off, sending him speeding in the opposite direction, knocking him back into reality. the fangirls remain at his side, but the entire train ride his mind is far from here.

bidding farewell to all the girls that had followed him, he finds himself too lost in thought to greet haru or momiji, completely forgetting about the urgency of getting to the class he was late for and slips his way to his first lecture hall seemingly undetected.

there's chatter when he enters, his presence enough to make the classroom stir, which the professor didn't mind either. yuki takes his seat, absent-mindedly pulling out his materials.

his head pound with so many questions.

how could this be happening? how were you here?

the last yuki heard you had moved away, unexpectedly, the day after everything happened. away from him.

“settle students, settle down. as i was saying, i’d like to introduce my teaching assistant for the semester: y/n. be nice to her, it’s her first year as a teaching instructor.” the professor instructs.

yuki’s head shoots up and there you are, once again, same gorgeous smile, waving to the class.

your eyes trace back to meet him, causing yuki’s cheek to tint a rosy pink. he can’t keep your gaze as that interaction alone reminded him of the first time you met.

the remainder of the class is spent stealing glances from each other, glances that last too long to be anything but familiar. and for a while, yuki believes he's going crazy. driving himself insane for no other reason besides love, or maybe, just maybe, you recognize him too.

when the instructor dismisses the class, of which yuki had spent most of the time admiring you, he stays behind. he wasn’t exactly sure why, he didn’t even know if he should approach you, but he didn’t want to just leave.

you pack up and recollect with the professor, until only you and yuki are left in the room. and you don’t fail to notice his presence either, the tension growing stronger the longer you two sit in silence.

“uh—excuse me,” you say, just as you finish gathering your things.

yuki gasps, caught off guard by your willingness to speak to him. although, it makes him giggle on the inside knowing that your first ever interaction began the same way too.

“yes? i’m sorry, did you need something?” he asks with pleading eyes. yuki didn’t know what you were going to say, but he almost pities himself with how desperate he must sound just aching to be able to talk to you

you shake your head, “oh no, i wanted to apologize.”

his head tilts with confusion, “apologize for what?”

giggling, a sneaky red tint fills your face.

the sound of your laughter is euphoric, yuki convinced himself that he’d never be able to hear the heavenly sound again, but here he was, basking in all its glory.

“i wanted to apologize if i made you uncomfortable with my staring during class, you just remind me of someone, but i can’t remember who,” you explain with a frazzled expression.

yuki knows it’s selfish to ever even attempt to remind you of the love you once shared. what kind of boyfriend would he be to put you through that again, so he says nothing for a moment.

but, he was never one to give up so easily.

“don’t worry about it, could i buy you some tea or perhaps lunch? maybe we can get to know each other? if you’re not busy, of course” he suggests, the words escaping past his lips before he has a chance to stop them.

you enthusiastically nod your head and yuki can’t help but feel the pink blush remain warm and present on his face.

your purity remained and possibly flourished as time passed on, even when he was no longer in your life. but he didn’t expect anything less, yuki knew he loved you for a reason.

ʚïɞ

“i’m still in school myself, but i was recommended to be a teaching assistant for this class because of my previous success in the course. it was a little scary, but i think i can manage,” you continue, rambling on even after yuki asked you just one question, but he doesn’t mind.

his face softens, staring at you with half-lidded eyes and a loving smile.

he doesn’t understand what he’s done to deserve this, to have you back into his life; a second chance with you.

“pardon me ms.y/l/n, may i see you in my office for a moment?” a professor asks as he walks past the two of you.

“of course sir! just give me one moment please,” you request, pulling a marker from your backpack. “sorry, i have to go, but maybe we could have lunch another time?” you say with a soft smile pulling yuki’s hand.

“oh—oh, yes! of course, that sounds lovely,” he stutters, flustered by the sudden contact.

you scribble something down on his hand, your delicate touch sends shockwaves through his body.

“okay, i’ll see you later yuki,” you smile, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek.

yuki freezes for a moment, watching you exit the hallway, his mouth open slightly agape. he brings his shaky hand up into view and his eyes widen at the message you left him directly under your phone number.

‘thank you for waiting for me yuki’

and when he thinks back for a moment, he realizes he never even told you his name.

childe x gn! reader / fake dating au / reader is a fatui medic / childhood friends to (fake) lovers / fluff(..???) light angst at the end / mutual pining

"my family thinks we're dating."

you pause.

"aja– tartaglia, you're half-bleeding to death and that's your biggest worry?"

the ginger stifles a wince, disguising his discomfort with a chuckle. (you notice. you always do. so you take a deep breath because the eleventh harbinger of the fatui is absolutely intolerable.)

“if you stay still, i’ll do it.” you sigh, knowing fully well the irrevocable mess you were getting yourself into.

the way his (stupid. idiotic. unreasonably charming) face splits into a grin makes you decide that it’s worth setting your heart on fire and watching it turn into bitter ashes just for the temporary warmth in your heart, rivalling even the coldest of snowstorms in snezhnaya.

half a month flies by.

you find yourself on the doorsteps of childe's home with his arms enveloping you amidst the crystalline snowflakes drifting across the nation of ice. he can sense how nervous you are, despite the calm facade instilled into your facial features with fluency and ease.

so he does what every good– decent, you insist, boyfriend would do. tartaglia, code-name childe, teases you to the very ends of hell, cupping your crimson-tinted cheeks and mockingly— endearingly pinching the lobes of your ears.

(childe is a little mixed up with the intricacies of a romantic relationship but at least he’s got the spirit, you think, as if he wasn’t in possession of your fragile heart, holding it with abnormal care with the way he treats you.)

the door swings open, all hell breaks loose.

you make out something akin to "aww, i betted on an imaginary partner." in the background, paired with excited squeals and shouts coming from ajax's younger siblings amongst the crackling of fire.

it's absolutely insulting that his siblings like you more than they do him, ajax insists. it’s ironic, really— considering he feels the same way as his siblings do.

(he blames it how you silently care for him.)

he knows of the way you sneak fleeting glances at him in the midst of a meeting. the way you never say no to him despite disapproving of his horribly self-destructive ideas. the way you slip painkillers in his drink when you see him grimace from a throbbing wound.

what childe fails to notice is the way you look at him.

“so… when are you going to put a ring on it?” ajax’s mother trails off, cerulean eyes teasingly flickering between the two of you.

you choke on your food. ajax’s cheeks flushes a drunken red. to your utmost dismay, the harbinger gets down on one knee in a grandeur manner despite his intoxicated state, fumbling with the ring tucked in his pocket.

why does he have a ring tucked in his pocket?

"ajax, you're drunk." you coo lovingly in the eyes of his family members, smiling at the noises of interest that echo around the dining room. "sorry about that. it happens quite often, really." you hum, and the next thing you know you're being sent to his bedroom with an extra bottle of vodka and extremely enthusiastic blessings from his parents.

you wind up with your lap as his head rest, stroking his unexpectedly soft hair as he practically vibrates from his sprawled out form on the bed.

there is absolutely no upside to loving childe, you conclude.

(maybe there was a tiny lie in that, considering it means you get to see how his slightly handsome face twists into a sheepish grin when one of his terrible ideas fail, how a tuff of ginger hair falls between the ridge of his nose and eyes no matter how often he tries pinning it back up every single day, how charming he actually is– no, no. the point is that you don't love–)

"shhhh, don't tell anyone, but i'm desperately in love with (name)."

time freezes into tiny shards of shattered glass, you're holding your breath unknowingly and childe is still looking at the ceiling with lovesick eyes, grinning from ear to ear.

“maybe they’re in love with you too.” you suggest shakily, not paying any mind to his piercing gaze. ajax hums, eyes slowly closing as he succumbs into the embrace of alcohol.

his thoughts are slurring, the only thing on his mind is you, you, you. "'s impossible," he mumbles, "i always want what i can't have– childhood friends or not, i wouldn't want to lose them to my sappy feelings."

maybe that's the closure you need. no matter the sins he carries, nor the frigid chains of the tsaritsa and all that lies in the abyss laid upon him, it was always destined to end like this.

it is when you understand this in the depths of ajax's monotonous sapphire eyes that you realise;

you are undeniably in love with him.

me, with a vague plot idea, 1 (one) character name, and an outline that consists of mostly question marks:

hey so!! i don’t have stan twitter so i cant say it there

but basically antis have made “슼둥이들이” (the cute abbreviation the skz twitter uses for stray kids) translate to the n word

if you go to google translate and copy paste ‘슼둥이들이’ into it and translate it into english u can click on the little button underneath the translated side that says ‘feedback’ and report the translation as being incorrect/offensive!

i don’t typically make posts like this but this really angered me so let’s try to fix it for the boys!!

“Don’t let go…”

It breaks B’s heart that A says it like a question. Like there’s even the smallest chance that they would leave.

“I won’t.” B says, barely holding their sobs in.  A is shaking like a leaf in B’s lap and they shift to pull the jacket closer around them. The blood is starting to seep through the makeshift bandages and B can feel it staining their own skin and clothes.

“I won’t leave. I’m not gonna let go, I’ll stay, I’ll-”

A tear slips down and lands on A’s face and this time B can’t hold it in. They sob and whimper in the same breath, curling over A like they’re nursing a wound of their own.

“Why are you crying?” A whispers, slurring on the words. They sound sleepy.

“I’m… I’m not, I- … You’re going to be fine.”

B takes a shaky breath and collects themself and then says again, more firmly.

“You’re going to be fine.”

A looks up at B, searches their eyes sadly for a moment before giving in to their heavy lids and closes their eyes.

“Ok.”

the first time you kiss them ft. cyno, tighnari

wc: 454

modern au?? little snippets of kissing and a confession. no warnings just fluff. i’ll write another one like this but with nilou and al haitham!

m.list , pt.2 (ft. al-haitham and nilou)

cyno

you almost feel you’ve waited too long for this. for the electrifying feel of his lips against yours, his mouth moving in sync with your own. he pulls away as soon as he comes to his senses, his eyes wide and his eyebrows furrowed, much alike your own expression. your cheeks are awfully hot, you think absentmindedly as you stare into his vermillion irises. they are so extraordinarily warm, in a mind numbing way, dulling your senses and your reason along with them. you could stare at them forever, if only it meant you could keep this thrilling ecstasy within you.

the spark in you had blown into a wildfire, and it’s flames had scorched you. your burnt lips could only think to utter one thing, with your heart beating wildly in your chest and a heaviness in your throat threatening you .

“i like you. i really, really like you.”

he stares back at you. it’s endearing, almost, the way he seems to almost be suppressing the wide, pearly smile that stretches across his face before it erupts, and he no longer withholds it. he looks awfully sweet this way, and you hope to see it more often.

“shit,” he laughs lightly. “i thought you’d keep me waiting forever.”

tighnari

of all the things you’ve seen, you think what’s in front of you right now might be the most beautiful of them. he’s smiling. a big, joyous grin as he stares ahead at the display of colorful lights flashing on the stage. they reach the two of you, even in the far, sparse corner you found yourselves in.

they reflect on him, on his hair, on his skin, but what stands out most to you is the way they make his eyes glimmer. his eyes shine with excitement and hope and all the good things you could possibly think of. with the way he’s looking, you’d think he was on top of the world.

without even realizing it, you call out his name. “tighnari.” the word leaves your lips gently, blending in with the sound of loud music, but he still hears your voice as clear as a bell.

he turns to you, his eyebrows raised and his lips parted just a fraction.

your hand meets his cheek softly, and he wills you, tempts you, without even saying anything. you meet each other in the middle, and the kiss you share is far better than the one you’d imagined with toothy grins and kicking feet as you’d excitedly message him in the late hours of the night.

you pull away with your eyes averted (but they find his again anyway). he stares at you, before he tentatively presses his lips to yours again, and you taste sweetness once more.

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