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⸸ Eyes on Me — The Silent Orchestra ⸸

(An AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into aesthetically pleasing humanoids as possible, so OOC and fanon are to be expected. Inspired by my personal experience playing with these fuckers ladies and gentleman for the first time.)

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Mentions of other Abnormalities like the Crumbling Armor, WhiteNight, [Censored], and Nothing There as humanoids. MC knows nothing about classical music.

Pairing: [Insert!MC] x T-01-31

Word Count: 2200 <

Description: The Silent Orchestra was born to be praised. To be loved. To hear the applause of anyone that stumbles upon them. But to guarantee the survival of the facility's entire personnel, it is detrimental that agents must deprive them of that privilege. No matter how deserving, no matter how tempted they are to scream and applause with madness...

...The Conductor must never see their soul.

Warning: general yandere themes (obsession), gore

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The moment the Manager chose to contain T-01-31, the entire facility was bound to fall into break and ruin.

Agent [Name] was in the middle of doing Instinct work on O-05-61 when the warrior suddenly spoke to them.

"Go. Your strength is needed elsewhere." With a wave of his hand, a blue flame began flickering around [Name], sparking a new kind of vigor within them. And just like that, the door behind them slid open.

But before they ran out of the containment unit, they made sure to bow in gratitude.

Sure, it was just something the Abnormality did for those he found worthy, but it was still a nice gesture.

Some personnel had reported feeling wary or anxious around O-05-61. Some said that they felt something akin to a thin line being tightly wrapped around their neck around him. But for [Name], they only ever felt warm, safe, around the warrior, and with the blue flames engulfing them, that sensation didn't disappear, even as they traversed further and further away from O-05-61's containment unit.

Not long after, the Manager immediately ordered them to go to the Central Communications Department. Suppression Work.

[Name] could only assume the worst had happened. That an ALEPH-class Abnormality had breached.

...But who?

It couldn't have been Nothing There nor [CENSORED]. There were dead bodies, yes. A lot of them in fact, but it was too...clean. It was a word they never thought they would use to describe a massacre, but it was true. It lacked the barbarity and unrestrained violence that [Censored]'s unique killing style had. That Abnormality left entrails and mangled remains in its wake, leaving no surface untouched by blood.

But it couldn't have been Nothing There's either. The Assimilator left wounds too large to be from a human weapon. Besides, it favoured short-distance weapons; the scythe and mace in particular. These corpses had bullet wounds.

[Name] couldn't help but feel their heart sink. This was obviously a massacre committed by humans.

All the while, [Name] could hear it, the absolute chaos that was currently the CC Department. It was a tumult of horrified screams and the mad ramblings of agents on a murderous rampage. But even through it all, they could sense it.

The music of the end.

It thrummed through their bones, sending vibrations down their spine. It was as if the very sound was trying to encroach their mind.

By the time [Name] reached the Central Communications Department, they were greeted by absolute chaos. Beneath the sharp howls of violins and flutes, and the angry growls of brass instruments, they found their fellow agents.

The panicking ones were out on a murderous rampage, their eyes crazed with bloodlust as they hacked and slashed at anything that moved, but some were just sitting on the ground, staring catatonically at nothing. Then, there were those who were still sane, struggling to stay intact.

And at the midst of it all was the perpetrator.

He looked tall and proud as he stood there on a platform with his players. His hands gracefully motioned about, waving some sort of stick. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be made from the ivory of bones.

At first, [Name] thought it was WhiteNight, but no. If it was, she should have heard the bells before she even left 0-05-61's containment unit. This was...was this the new Abnormality?

The brass were getting louder, overpowering the soft chords of the strings, until eventually, all slowed to quietness.

But the performance wasn't over yet.

[Name] took this opportunity to land their killing blow. The man—Abnormality had their back turned to them. He was completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Directing the Orchestra? But there was nothing else in front of him other than four women in white, all of whom only played violin and...whatever the bigger violins are called. Didn't they only need the stick-man for a large group of players?

Like WhiteNight, it was a mystery where music was coming from. Quite possibly, this Abnormality had a unique ability that negated the need for physical instruments. That was probably what its little stick was for.

Carefully, they aimed their gun for his head. Sure, a rifle from Der Freischütz won't kill them like it would a human, but it is a humanoid. Surely, a shot to the head would stop him even for just a second?

"S-stop."

A weak, raspy voice halted them. [Name] looked down at the ground beside him and realized the Agent was still alive. Immediately they knelt down. Not to help her, but so they could hear her better.

"How did everyone die?" Information was more important than anything else right now. Their survival relied on being able to avoid whatever killed their colleagues.

"The...music." She began hacking up blood. It took a while before she was able to breathe fine again. "It drove everyone mad."

"Then how come you're still alright?"

"I'm a senior. The lower-ranks weren't able to withstand it. What level are you?"

"Three...I think I have enough Prudence. And fortitude."

"Save it. You think you'll be able to take down that thing on your own? My entire team was decimated by that monster." Her rage seeped through their teeth like the blood on her chin. But beneath it all, they could see grief. Pain.

"Wait for back up, at least. Or hope that this day will be over soon, and you can leave this hell hole to be cleaned up by someone else."

That was...true. The departments from the upper levels were probably still harvesting energy. If that was true, then they should be reaching the daily quota soon.

But that was hopeful thinking. They might finish the day, but would they be able to make it until then?

"God damn, this is what I hate about this job," she angrily spat out, blood mixed with saliva dripping down her chin. "You'll never know what you're dealing with until its out killing all of your colleagues."

"What do you think its defenses are?"

She blinked, trying to recall, but with her blood loss, that seemed like a tremendous task. "I...I don't know. At first, no one could hurt it, but Emily with the Black weapon was able to hurt it for a while. But then, it just stopped working. After that, that awful noise began to ring in my ears, and everyone suddenly went crazy." Tears began to pool in her eyes. "I think...it became immune to damage altogether."

[Name]'s eyes couldn't help but widen.

Immune to damage..? That's..! That shouldn't be possible! If nothing could hurt them, then—

They turned to look back at the pale man. Beside them, they heard the dying Agent chuckle roughly. "What the hell is the Manager going to do about this?"

What the hell, indeed. If it can't be hurt, then was suppressing this thing even possible?

The music became more and more dynamic, probably nearing its finale, until finally, the clanging of metal and abrupt bellows of trumpets warned the descent of the grand finale.

A...flute? Oboe? Whatever it was, it began playing a soft sound similar to a rooster's crow in the morning. And as it did so, the women in white shook their fingers in a way that made the strings tremble.

When it finally did, [Name] thought they could relax...but they knew there were consequences for this.

They failed.

That was when every single person in the room began to laugh, scream, and cry in joy. Except for their senior. The agent beside them only clutched their head, nails digging harshly through their temples.

"What's wrong? Ma'am?"

She began to scratch, the soft skin easily peeling off from the unrestrained force.

"Make it stop make it stop make it STOP!"

[Name] could only watch helplessly as their senior kept banging her head against the floor. They tried to restrain her, but they only wound up with deep scratch marks on their arms. Their weapon might kill her, but knocking them out with the butt of their rifle would be worth it. But just as they were about to do it, all the lights in the department died out.

That was when when they heard the explosions.

All around them, [Name] heard their final cries of anguish before it all ended spectacularly with a bang. It was as if someone had shot them to end their suffering, but...

They touched the blood that splattered onto their face. It was still warm. Rubbing it between their fingers, they felt little chunks of meat and shards of bone.

What kind of gun could...did Der Freischütz shoot his magical bullet?

But that didn't make sense. His bullets never miss. Once he shoots, it hits everything in its way. They should be dead right now.

Their questions were answered soon enough when the emergency lights began to flicker an ominous red throughout the entire facility.

For a split second, they saw it. The corpses lying on the ground. The twisted bouquet of brain mush, eyes, and skull shrapnel where their heads should be.

They could only stand there, shocked. It was only a fracture of a second, but they were already closing their eyes, unwilling to see more.

'Maestro...it seems like one of them made it 'till the finale.'

They heard an airy voice speak, likely from one of the women in white.

Eyes still shut, [Name] could only listen to the clacking of shoes against the CC Department's polished floors. It grew closer, and closer until stopping in front of them. Just a little, they opened their eyes to see.

All they saw was the white of his shirt, the delicate black ornamentations on his tailcoat, and the fine weaving of his cravat. Even amidst all the gore and blood, he somehow remained untouched, unsullied.

The false purity reminded them of WhiteNight, and it made them sick.

[Name] refused to look up. They would have closed their eyes again if it weren't for how angry they felt. From their peripherals, they could still see the aftermath, and now, they couldn't stop looking at it.

The fact that something could kill, cause absolute chaos, and still remain clean, spotless, or act as if they have done no wrong...it made their blood boil.

"Maestro, perhaps she is deaf."

"Or crass. Trashy Another rubble in the heap."

"They must be for not appreciating the marvel they just witnessed!"

A sharp giggle pierced their ears. "Ladies, please. Let's be considerate. We must understand that not everyone has the same refined tastes as us."

At that, all the women began to giggle as if one of them had just said something clever.

[Name] had to grit their teeth at all the insults the airy-voiced women threw at them. She would soon rather go deaf than praise any of these plastic-faced pricks.

What were they even talking about? What did their hearing or taste in music have to do with this?

The Agent was glaring at them when she suddenly felt a cold hand pull their chin away from their direction, forcing them to look at the pristine face of the man. Half of his face looked human.

Well, as human as Abnormalities could look. His skin was as white as the fine fabric of his clothes. It was almost difficult to see the thin line between his true face and the porcelain mask that covered half of it.

His mask's eye was pure black, forever crinkled by the perpetual smile on its black-painted lips. But his true face, the one uncovered, was unsmiling. Dispassionate. Determined.

But for what?

The women immediately hushed upon noticing his solemnity. [Name] could feel their black beady eyes watching them, as if anticipating what their master would do next.

"Maestro, please. Let's not waste our time!"

"I agree! They aren't worth your salt!

"Ladies," the one with the terrible laugh cut in, but this time, there was no disdain in her words. Only stern assertion. "Remember your station. If the Maestro says so, then we follow."

What in the world are they even talking about? He hasn't said a word at all this entire time? Was all the Agent could think.

"Consider yourself lucky, human," a different woman, the one with the...dot with a wavy line drawn on her left cheek said.

Now that [Name] was looking at them, they noticed that all the women had symbols drawn on their cheek, and just like their 'maestro', they all wore porcelain masks. But unlike him, theirs covered their faces entirely.

"Our Maestro is planning another performance. Just. For. You~"

"After all..." One of the women leaned back on their chair. With her chin still pointing up, it was clear she was looking down on them. "...the show doesn't end unless we hear the applause. As such, the Maestro wishes to see you on our next performance."

"We will be looking for you."

And, just like that, all the lights in the facility turned back on. [Name] winced, blinded by the brightness. By the time their eyes adjusted, the ensemble had gone, vanished.

That day, they were busier than usual. Much to everyone's despair, they couldn't end since T-01-31's breach had completely depleted their enkephalin sources. Even the ones that the facility needed to run. Many other Abnormalities breached because of the power outage.

Not long after, the ensemble's entries were updated.

ALEPH-Class, T-01-31.

The Silent Orchestra.

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"Every song has a heart, and a heart, its own melody. By now, you should know his." - T-01-31's Redrafted Entry

This definitely won't be my last snippet on him. No, this is just the first movement~

Xiao's Mommy God (2)

Xiao x God!Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Mommy Kink, Lactation, Bottom!Reader, Top!Xiao, Smut, Inappropriate use of anemo vision, Manhandling.

Summary: This is an alternative version of Xiao's Mommy God, where instead of the reader being the dom, Xiao will be the one on top. But I suggest you read the original first, because of important story explaination.

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"Xiao! I'm so sorry! I thought you were an intruder." You were by his side immediately, worried that you may have hurt him, yet when you tried to coddle him, he just pushed you away, holding onto his neck as he breaths heavily. "Xiao?"

The Yaksha stays silent for a couple of seconds, still breathing heavily as he avoids your lingering gaze. "Did I hurt you?" You asked quietly as you sat on the floor, placing yourself in front of him.

The boy shook his head, still refusing to look at you. You felt unconvinced, maybe you choked him to hard and he's holding back on vomiting, that's why he won't open his mouth.

You call for him once again, and finally his golden orbs look up at you, filled with an emotion that you don't seem to fully understand. You reach your hand out, cupping his cheek and caressing it with your thumb.

"You can tell me anything, Xiao? I just wanna know if you're okay." You then plastered a small, but genuine smile on your face, looking at your student fondly.

Xiao can't take it anymore, with your constant worries about him, babying him, saying you love him, but keeping him at arm's length. He just needed to knock some sense into you, make you realize that he's older now, and that what he feels for you, isn't just a mere adoration for a God.

The cat-eyed boy grabbed both of your wrists firmly, taking you by surprise. He then yanked your hand away from his face, getting up from his position on the ground. Binding your two wrist with his one hand, he pushes them to your chest, wrapping his now free hand around you waist.

"Xiao?" You called out questioningly, but all you got from the boy was a growl, his face inching closer to yours. Your back hits the side of your bed as he pushed you with your bind hands. You felt the chill air blow stronger, somehow feeling a light stimulation on your chest area. You felt dizzy, confused, speechless from what was happening right now, as your dearest Adeptus face looks at you with dissatisfaction.

"Y/N..." He finally said something, despite his serious expression, you hear the softness of his voice, so you assume that he just had a strange episode and tried to take your wrists apart from his binding hand.

You realized that you were very wrong when he growled at you again, tightening his hold that it starts to hurt. You called out to him once again, feeling a bit worried about his strange behavior.

"I'm not a child anymore." He stated, intently looking at your face, studying your expressions. You yelped as he tighten his hold on your body, before fully standing up, carrying you with one arm around your waist. Scared of falling down, you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning into him as he let go of your wrists to hold your figure even tighter.

You place your hands on his shoulder, steadying yourself. And then you felt it, Xiao had started to rut against your clothed center, you instantly feel a growing, rock hard bulge poking your pussy.

Your eyes widen in realization, looking at the younger boy currently carrying you right now. His eyes were closed, mouth agape, seems like he was enjoying what he was doing with you.

"I d-didn't think of you as a child, Xiao." You stuttered, ignoring the growing heat within your stomach. He slowly opens his eyes, looking at you fondly. And before you know it, your back is on the bed again, only this time, the Yaksha was right on top of you, looking at you with need.

"I liked it when you choked me." Xiao stated breathlessly, grabbing one of your hands before bringing it closer to his neck. You wrap your hand around his neck softly, but never daring to squeeze. "It doesn't hurt." It was like an encouragement for you to do it again, so you did, you squeezed his neck lightly, making him smile.

In one foul swoop, he just cuts through the center of your night dress. "Xiao!" But he pays you no mind, taking off the fabric. You're now left with just your undergarments.

Xiao placed his hands onto your stomach, channelling his anemo control and in an instant, both your bra and panties glow a mint green light before disappearing into nothingness.

And now, your fully naked, right in front of your little Adeptus. You felt like covering your boobies but he clasps his hands onto them before you could do anything.

"I've always wanted to taste these, mommy." Xiao squeezed your boobs, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs, it all made you gasp, your hands finding their way onto his wrists.

Mommy? You liked that.

He then let go of one of your breast, replacing his hand with his mouth. The Yaksha's lips wrapped around your hardened nipple, sucking so intently that you let out a strained moan. His now free hand started going down, onto your little pussy.

With his fingers grazing your clit, before going to your hole, you just realized how wet you are, feeling hot liquid slowly pour out of your cunt.

"Xiao, please." You let out a little whimpers, jumping even more as he shoved two of his gloved fingers inside you immediately, loving the way you yelped and moaned out his name as he starts to rub the inside of your pussy with his fingers. You don't know why, but it seems as though his gloves makes it even more hotter for you.

It was his turn to be surprised however, when he tasted a sweet liquid pour onto his mouth. Xiao pulled away in shock, looking at the boob he was sucking and seeing that milk had started to leak from your mounds.

He looks up at you and you look away in embarrassment, you just lactated. You didn't even know you could do that!

But he swallowed the milk in his mouth, smiling whilst looking at your embarrassed face. "Mommy's milk taste so good." He teased as he went back in to drink more.

"You... Y-you can have it anytime you want." Right as you said that, he plunged another finger inside you, using his palm to rub you clit. He suddenly went at a very fast pace, making you scream as you rut your own hips against his hand.

"Ahhh, Xiao!" You screamed as you felt both his sucking and fingering get more intense, his palm pressing harder against your clit as he sucks hard on you nipple. And with that, you came right of his fingers. "Th-thank you." You breathe out, the feeling of your hot fluids seeping out as he takes out his fingers.

Xiao shows you his now ruined gloves, "You really liked that, huh?" You nodded eagerly, despite being an immortal Goddess, you lack experience in this type of things, but it's still surprising that Xiao just knows what to do to pleasure your body. He takes off both his gloves, throwing them wherever before cupping your cheeks.

You loved the feeling of his bare skin against your own. "X-Xiao... I love you." You finally say it, tugging at his shirt to invite him closer to your face.

"I love you too." Sealing you lips with a quick sweet kiss, you were about to close your eyes, when you feel his breath on your ear.

"We're not done yet, mommy."

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You felt like your body was no longer in your control as Xiao, who had stripped himself naked, pushed your legs onto your chest, lining his rock hard cock with your now sopping hole. Your whines as he takes full control of your movements fall on deaf ears.

In his eyes, you're an all powerful Goddess, someone who emerged out of the Archon War barely wounded. And with that in mind, it probably wouldn't hurt to just plunge his cock into your inexperienced pussy with ease.

"AHHH!" You screamed as he rammed inside you with no warning, immediately setting his thrusts at a fast pace, not giving you a chance to adjust.

Xiao groaned as he abused your pussy with merciless pounds, hands landing on your thighs to grope and spread you apart, feeling even more accomplished to see his cock disappear into your cunt over and over again. Your moans encourages him to keep going, getting addicted to the feeling of your pussy walls rubbing against his hard rod.

Your legs feel tired without him keeping it close to your chest, slowly trying going back to their place. But he growled when your ankles got in the way of his perfect view on your abused cunt, wrapping his hands under your knees, pushing it back so close to your upper body that you start to actually feel sore.

The Yaksha's ruts started to get more feral, going so fast and deep inside you, pulling out until only the tip is in, just to plunge back inside to hit your womb. It all made you moan in delight.

"X-Xiao! Breed me, please!" Your strained moans fill the room, feeling his grip on your legs get tighter, thrust sloppier, and you know exactly that he's about to cum.

"B-breed?" The cat-eyed boy repeated in confusion, but hearing you say that you want him to breed you, it made him want to do all this to you over and over again, ram his cock into your cunt every chance he can.

You felt the knot in your stomach snap, cumming from his ruts. At the same time, you feel the flow of hot liquid pour inside you, Xiao's thrust coming to a full stop, wanting to pump you full in the deepest part of your pussy that he can.

He released your legs from his harsh grip, letting them fall into place around his waist. The blissful look on your face made the boy proud, it seems you enjoyed his service.

Xiao slowly pulls out, cock somehow still semi-hard despite the exhausting fucking session.

He looks at you first, your face looking up at him with a small smile, "I'm so..." You yawned, "...Tired." You finished, as the boy's lips slightly curl up whilst looking at your droopy, tired eyes.

He looked down onto your swollen pussy, and his smile fades. Hot liquid, his cum inside you started dripping out, he does not like that one bit.

How is he supposed to breed you if his cum keeps dripping out?

And you were about to drift off to sleep when he suddenly just flipped you over, grabbing your hips and hoisting it up. The Yaksha positioned himself behind you, his cock once again rock hard, and the base is currently rubbing again your clit.

"Xiaooo, I'm tiredddd." You whined, voice also getting droopy from the tiredness. He pressed his cock harder against you, making you moan.

"I just need to breed you, till you're full of my cum, mommy~" He shoves his cock into your pussy once again. "Then you can rest."

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Requested by: @peachykindalovesyou

Since the anons feel that the dollhouse au is too cute to be real horror, I shall try to submit more scary yandere asks. I already gave you the analog horror idea. Now, imagine Toy Story with a twist. When it comes to dolls, kids like to roleplay and such. As a little girl, MC has gone through all the tropes—especially the Prince Charming and Fairy Tales. Imagine if she ends up inviting or being invited by a playmate and said playmate ends up taking the roles of that some dolls consider to be theirs alone??? Also, MC starts missing special days that she dubs "costume day" where she makes new outfits for the dolls or "tea party day" where she just sings/dances with the dolls while having a tea party. At first, they tolerate it since she's happy and they still get to participate in playtime...but when that playmate starts getting cocky and makes fun of MC??? The chaos, the scheming...that kid will never have a peaceful life, or have a life at all by the time he gets back home.

Three days later, that playmate is moving away with their family but then got involved in a car accident. Police says faulty brakes are to blame. How tragic.

☆Starlight Anon

Continuation: Better yet in that childhood playmate asks is if the kid remained sincerely but the dolls got annoyed anyway because...well, they're all possessive yanderes for MC lol Warnings: Blood, violence, horror, child's death (all in a nightmare.. technically) dead dove do not eat, read at your own risk. Genshin haunted dolls au [Fem!child!reader]

Well, it looked innocent enough? Your new friend was an attention seeker even at a young age she was proud and maybe a bit arrogant but hey she was just a kid.

When she told you about many things she knew and did and showed you things that made your eyes sparkle you thought that she was so cool, that she was amazing! You tried to come into her life finding her so amazing and she let you with a smug smile.

The relationship was cute really, the way you would follow her wherever she went in the school. She was your best friend or that was supposed to be the case. She was a spoiled girl, she wanted everything for herself, the play dates of roleplay games you and her played all had her become the princess or the lady while you were either the prince or the maid that was supposed to save her or serve her.

She would never let you become the princess of the story, even if you want to be even if you voice it she would not give it to you. Even if your parents saw it, their mother didn't know what to do with her while your mother would say that it was all right. But you can also see the concern she had looking over you.

But you liked her... you like her as a friend so you can't help but stick to her. She was so cool really.

Even as she took everything from your small hands.

Yet it seems there was a tipping point, it was bound to happen one day or another she only continued to grow hotty and selfish. It was that time when you were playing at the playground sandbox, you and she were playing with your dolls something about princess and knights with her own doll. As the princess, she commanded the attention of all the knights to her telling them that they should fall for her looks and charms. That they must swear an oath to her as the princess to protect her.

It was slowly getting dark when both yours and her parents called you and her telling you that you need to go back home now. Getting up you tried to take your dolls back but it seems that she started to take a liking to a few of them refusing to give them back to you.

"Give them back." You asked, so close to crying. "Don't be a crybaby I am just borrowing your dolls." She huffed as she held on to your dear dolls close. You didn't understand why she was taking your dolls when you told her no but she kept on insisting that she was just borrowing them to continue the roleplay back at her home.

Before you could do anything she was running back to her mother, who asked what those dolls were and why she has them. "Oh, ______ let me borrow them."

Your mother found you sniffling in the sandbox, crying in her arms you told her what happened.

However it was too late to get them back, your mother would try to get them back but she didn't have the phone number of the girl's mother nor does she know where does that girl live.

She told you that she would try to get them the next day yet that never happened.

Her father had somehow found your home past midnight and dropped off the dolls, apologizing to you and your family for his daughter and coming so late in the night. While he would have given these dolls later at a more appropriate time his daughter has been screaming ever since midnight.

She continued to chant at the dolls to get away from her, throwing them to the farthest corner. They tried to do everything to calm the girl down but she kept of screeching that it hurts and to make the pain stop. They could not calm her down and this was the last thing they thought of. Your parents showed concern for the tired man and thanked him for giving them back your dolls. You were also happy that your dolls have been returned but even you were concerned to what happened to your friend.

But she didn't come to school the next day but you heard the teachers whisper among each other that she was at the hospital, from screaming so much to the point of coughing out blood. Nothing was working and she kept on begging someone whom the parents and doctors don't know to leave her, to let her go.

You don't need to know really. It was her fault after all.

Dressed in a beautiful princess dress and a tiara on her head her stomach was decorated with many swords pierced through her. Over and over she would be a prince to nothing but a corps on the ground.

Over and over faceless knights stabbed her stomach within a dreary castle. She was all alone, she could not see reality even with her eyes open. She could not see the white walls of the hospital but a brick wall covered in blood as another sword price through her abdomen.

So matter how many swords pierced her there was always room for one more.

The pain doesn't numb at all, and when the small girl screamed again and again to stop it never did.

Note: What a dream... if she heals she won't be wearing any more princess dresses or tiaras looking at them would probably make her sick

i was working on ur request and got side tracked. thinking about yan diluc and how bad he wants his captive little darling.. jerking off to the thought of them, moaning their name, so so frustrated and he aches with want. and reader. reader hears it every time, sometimes is witness to it. how desperate he is, how obsessed he is. maybe reader is sometimes awoken by the sound of him while he sleeps next to them. maybe he does it in front of them because he won't hurt you but please, please let him look at you? holding you down while he jacks off, eyes clenched closed so he can pretend it's in you. steadily losing his resolve bit by bit. ohoho my mind is running rampant.

every day. EVERY DAY i think about yan diluc. i am so sorry to my followers but i see a pathetic aristocratic repressed man and i go AHJDVNJKFVDJNKFVkjn.

cw: kidnapping, non-consensual touching, yandere, reader wears a nightgown, diluc's saviour complex. (bondage and being fed in a Non Sexy way) dub-con/non-con.

He makes you sleep in his bed.

It's for precaution, he insists, his crimson gaze not quite meeting your own; to ensure that you're safe. He just feels more comfortable, more assured that you are sheltered from the dangers of the world, if you slumber beside him - if he slips in late at night after whatever business he attends to that has him come back smelling of blood and burning, and sees you peaceful beneath his own coverlets.

You hold your tongue; bite back the insistence that you would be safer if you were not a captive in the house of a madman, if you were permitted your freedom, if he wasn't so selfish and disgusting and monstrous. You have long since learnt such protestations mean nothing to Diluc; he simply bows his head, face anguished, and makes a quiet noise of agreement that he is a monster.

("It is worth it, though," he says, and you see the vision he wears at his hip glow for a moment, "to know that you are safe, beloved.")

One falls quickly into routine when routine is all that one is allowed to partake in. You are permitted only the smallest freedoms; most of your time is spent under Adelinde's watchful eye, trapped in the four walls of the winery, wishing you had appreciated the freedom of Monstadt when you were still able to partake in what the Anemo Archon blessed you with.

And your routine, now, includes . . . slipping on one of the expensive confections of frill and lace and chiffon that Diluc buys you to wear in bed. Spraying some of the perfume that he brings back from his trips, in the vain hope that it will drown out Diluc's own particular cedarwood and vintage wine and iron scent. Slipping beneath the covers and hoping that sleep will come easy to you, that you will not be woken by the inevitable--

You always are. The feel of the bed dipping down beside you; the soft sigh that escapes Diluc's mouth, as the covers are pulled down and you are revealed to his hungry eyes.

The nightgowns are modest; innocent, even. They are all frills and fanciful creams and ivories, georgette sleeves that drape over your shoulders, ruching and delicate lamp-grass embroidery and little ribbons in Diluc's favourite colour (red, it's always red). That just seems to rile him up more.

The feel of a hand, grazing atop of the fabric - his hand searing heat even when he does not fully touch you. The soft little groan of your name, so longing and wanting it almost makes you sick. And then . . . the sound of Diluc's own nightclothes, being displaced. The wet shlick of skin-on-skin, as he touches himself to the sight of your helpless body, whilst he thinks you're sleeping.

You have lost count of the number of times you have woken to the sounds of Diluc touching himself. Your name, gasped out through clenched teeth in heated hisses - praise for you, calling you his darling, so good for him, so beautiful and lovely . . . Calling you his. Mumbling to himself about how pretty you are, how soft and warm and tight he's certain you are as he imagines he is rutting his cock into something other than his fist.

You keep your eyes squeezed shut. You can take this; you can live with this. You can bear it, if all he is going to do is lie beside you and fantasise. You hear the whine when he comes, feel the way his back arches, the way he pants and pants and how the rhythm of his hand and the slick sounds change a little--

He always touches you with those hands, afterwards. Always pulls you against him spoon-fashion. Always drops hot kisses along your throat and drags you against him in such a tight hold you think he fears ever letting go, with his own come drying on the sheets and messing your nightgown.

(It doesn't bother him; he does not do his own laundry, and Adelinde looks at you in the mornings when she comes to strip the beds and gives you an encouraging smile. She had told you, once, when you had been new here and still railing against your imprisonment--

"Master Diluc is lonely," she'd said, sighing, "I have not seen him so happy as he is in your presence for many years."

As she had checked the tightness of your ropes, sharper eyes than one would expect of a maid had met yours.

"I don't need to tell you how much of Monstadt rely on Master Diluc," she says. "On the business of the Dawn Winery? Do you not think that a little unhappiness may be your responsibility to bear?"

"It's barbaric!" You'd snapped back. "He wants me to be . . . some imprisoned bird in a pretty cage!"

Adelinde's face sets like stone. Diluc was away that night; when she had brought up a tray for your dinner, the soup had been stone cold.

"Do you know how many natural predators birds have?" She'd asked you, a falsely polite smile on her face as she ladled the cold soup into your mouth and you had no choice but to swallow it. "Why, I've seen Master Diluc take several out with a single arrow. Perhaps a songbird ought to be glad it is ornamental enough to be spared that fate.")

You should have known that Diluc would not be satisfied with merely lying beside you, having you so close and yet not doing anything about it. The first time his other hand had crept to your thigh, pushing up the lacy hem, your eyes had snapped open.

"Diluc?" You had whispered, softly, into the night - hoping that your voice may be soft enough and persuasive enough to make him ashamed of it. "Wh-what are you doing?"

A ragged voice had answered you.

"I just . . . just let me look at you, darling. Just let me . . . touch you a little--"

Burning hands on bare skin. Diluc, shifting, so he lay on his side - big wine-dark eyes seeking you out in the moonlight filtered through the curtain as he groaned out your name.

"So pretty," he'd said, as he'd pushed the nightgown higher and higher. Bare thighs. bare stomach. The place between your thighs. A soft groan had escaped him at the sight. "Spread your legs for me. Please."

"Diluc--"

"I won't-- I won't hurt you--" He practically tripped over his tongue in his urges. "Please. I just want to look at you, darling, beloved, angel--"

. . . Just look. Just gaze on you. You sleep in the same bed, but you are - now at least - trusted to do such personal matters as bathe and undress on your own. Adelinde had helped, when you were still bound . . . but you had been good, and you had earnt your freedoms. A sob hiccups in your throat as you bare yourself to him. Your cheeks heat at how hungrily his gaze devours you.

"So beautiful," he whines, hand going to his cock - the first time you've seen it, properly. Pretty - thick, long, with a flushed ruddy tip and a gentle curve, soaking precome as his fingers wrap about it. "Please stay like that. Hnn-- Just . . . just let me think about how you feel, I won't hurt you, I promise I promise I promise--"

But just a little turns into more far quicker than people expect. At first it just just looking at you - and then--

"Just let me touch your thighs," Diluc whispers, his breath hot against your cheek as he lavishes the warmed skin with kisses. "Ahh-- hnn, they're so much softer than my hand . . . Is this what you'd feel like . . . inside?"

"Just let me settle between your legs," Diluc begs you. "Just . . . let me hold you by the hip, let me imagine I'm inside of you, darling, please, I need to--"

"Hold my other hand. Please."

"Just . . . against your thighs. Let me rut it against your thighs. I'm begging you, beloved, if you don't I think I shall simply die--"

"Kiss me--"

When he presses it against the cleft of your sex and whispers;

"Just the tip - I promise, my darling. I would never hurt you. Have I ever? Please . . . I simply need to feel every part of you--"

. . . What else can you do, a captive ornamental bird in a fine cage, but accept it? Spread your legs wider and welcome him in?

It was always going to come to this.

It is still a better fate, you suppose, than being shot down in flight.

I just saw someone respond to an ask, and it made me want to be standing on a packed bus, the kind of packed where you can't move at all, and someone standing behind me starts groping my ass from behind and sliding up under the tiny skirt I'm wearing (totally not just in case this happened) and touching me from behind, sliding past my thong with their fingers and when my knees start to buckle from the pleasure, they use their other hand around my waist to hold me tight to them so I don't fall, nor can I escape.

You whisper in my ear, barely audible over the sound of the moving train, that you think I might just be wet enough for you now, and then I feel your cock, hot and solid, press itself between my thighs, rutting against me a bit, in and out of my thighs.

the train takes a sudden curve, and when everyone shifts with the momentum, I can't tell if it's a happy accident, or if you planned it, but suddenly your whole length is deep inside of me, and I bite my lip until it almost bleeds to keep from moaning, and you whisper that I'm such a good little cum-dumpster, and that I'll look so good walking around all day with your cum leaking out of my used hole.

As the train comes to a stop, I can feel you twitch, signaling that you're cumming, and I flush as the hot liquid fills me up so full that my tongue lolls out of my mouth. It's so warm, and as you pull out, fix your pants, and step off the train, leaving me there filled with your seed, I swear you murmur that I'd better hold it in until you see me on the train home again.

The first time Xiao breeds you is completely by accident. He mistook the amount of time he had before his climax. While his words were simple, completely in character,

"I should've pulled out."

His face betrayed him. Eyes enamored, glued to the space in which his cum was now leaking out. Trickling down your inner thigh where it pooled onto plain grey sheets. Dripping between the gap of your thighs as you patiently pushed more out. Glossy amber eyes hooked to the arch of your back as you spread wider, twisting your hips to and fro.

"I don't mind Xiao Xiao." You'd responded, You simply flipped over not breaking eye contact with him before lacing two fingers through the mess spreading to your ass.

You didn't miss the quickest flick of his lashes, the way his pupils dilated and the tiny shiver that jolted up from his back to his shoulders. His breathing faltering when he realized exactly what you were doing. Those two fingers between your spread legs now slippery with cum sliding beneath your folds. Your efforts soon becoming clearly in vain as the mess became larger, more thick drops pouring from your pussy to create a large stain beneath you.

You let out a little giggle, your own shiver coursing through you. "Ooo you made such a mess inside." A whimper falls from your lips.

And as much as you'd like to keep stirring the pot, "That's unhygienic." His face falls, the stern Xiao making a reappearance. Though you can see the smallest glints of his façade where it breaks in his eyes and the twitch of his brow.

"You're the one who did this, take some responsibility."

He merely rolls his eyes.

The next time Xiao breeds you it's on purpose.

His forehead soaked in sweat, eyes glossed over beneath half open lids. His fingers twisted in the sheets as the sound of his breaths comes quicker, the dig of his nails in your flesh getting deeper and you hiss in delight. You can tell by the faint whimpers and deeper grunts that he's close. His movements more and more disorganized by the second.

You almost ask, almost warn him of his reactions from last time but he's such a good little yakasha, your favorite to serve. Within the next couple minutes he's spilling inside, teeth clenched, the vein in his forehead nearly bursting as he tugs you in tighter by slipping a hand up to your shoulder. His other hand full of the fat of your hips.

"Shhh.. let it all out." You coo "You're such a good boy, you deserve it."

His hips fall into a standstill. Lids slowly sliding close as you sift your fingers through his sweaty bangs with a long sigh. When his lashes flutter open they reveal the darkest look you've ever seen your boyfriend have. He slides his palm down across the mattress bringing his upper body up to pull you into his chest. When his hips slap against your ass it pulls a gasp out of you so loud you clasp your hand over your mouth.

"Oh archons, Xiao.." You moan unabashedly

He groans into your ear wrapping both arms around your waist to use as leverage with a quickening pace of his hips. A deep shudder falling over you as he pounds your spot with little remorse. His previous orgasm slicking you up so well that the noises are damn near impossible to hide, though Xiao's sounds almost top them. The quickest little gasps and the unrelenting shake of his thighs incredibly hard to miss.

Before long you've reached his third time giving you a creampie. And by that point you realize you've created a monster.

⸸ I am Here - Part One ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into male humanoids as possible. A lot of OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Pairing: [Insert] x Nothing There

Warning: body horror, gore, and maybe an excessive use of human anatomical words

Description: When it first came to the facility, it looked just like an ordinary dog, much like Ppodae, so they classified it as TETH. But then, the first Agent fatality to it happened, and suddenly, it began to look more...humanoid in its body parts. Now identified as an ALEPH, the Manager now only sends the best, but not too valuable Agents to its containment unit. You were one of them.

Word Count: <2000

Inspired by the horror movie, 'The Thing', and a certain Anon's request.

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When it first came into the facility, it had taken the form of a beautiful, Norwegian husky.

Everyone had assumed the new Abnormality was going to be like Ppodae. Adorable, seemingly harmless, but actually capable of causing serious damage.

But then, the first Agent working on it died.

John, who was the Agent sent to work on O-06-20 thereafter, witnessed and reported what the Abnormality did to its victims. The 'husky' was gnawing on the arm of the deceased, and not long after, a human arm sprouted from its head.

The Abnormality's classification was changed from TETH to ALEPH.

Agent [Name] feared working on the new Abnormality. After all, there was hardly anything known about it. No one knew why its Qlipoth dropped. The Agent's stats weren't exactly low, but it was understandably too low for an ALEPH.

In [Name]'s recent skills test, they passed the highest in Fortitude and Suppression, but their results for Temperament and Prudence were awful.

Overall, it wasn't...bad, but...they just hoped it wasn't Attachment work they will be sent to do for this creature.

But of course, it ended up being anything but what they hoped for.

When [Name] first saw O-06-20, it looked anything but what they expected it to based on previous work logs. The only semblance it had to a dog was the way it stood quadrupedally. But other than that, it looked nothing like a canine.

To put it simply, this creature shouldn't exist. Yet here it was, a grotesque patchwork of human body parts. Its mere existence made them want to gag.

The Thing tilted its...'head'...curiously. Its human tongue lolling out of its very human mouth like a dog. It even breathed like one.

Though it had not done anything threatening, [Name] was already terrified. Unlike their experience with other Abnormalities, they were able to maintain their resolve because they saw it for what it truly was. Meanwhile, this creature only showed what became of its victims. Simply put, no one knows what this thing truly looks like.

And they were supposed to befriend this thing?

Against their survival instincts, they kneeled on one leg.

"Hey there..." They looked at the 'dog,' wondering what it would prefer to be called. "...boy?"

They had already been expecting the worse to happen, but to their surprise, the dog thing barked. Or at least, the closest a human throat could produce the sound.

It ran across the room to leap at them before standing on its hind legs to lick their hands, arm, neck, and whatever it could reach.

They weren't going to lie, it was a very cute gesture, but it was easily ruined when they realized it was a human tongue licking them.

Keep calm, keep calm, they thought as they continued petting its 'head'. But since it had skin instead of fur, it was more like a forehead massage.

At least this Abnormality is like a dog...it should be easy enough to befriend, right?

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Next time they were called to work on O-06-20, [Name] thought it would be good to play fetch with the Abnormality. Of course, it wasn't like they had any wooden sticks lying around, so they had to make do with the facility's equipment; ballpens, pencils, plastic spoons, whatever they could collect a lot of.

And they were right. The Thing really enjoyed playing fetch. It had been wagging an intestine around—probably its 'tail'—non-stop ever since they entered the containment unit.

Soon enough, this became something of a routine for them. A fun little game that O-06-20 only got to play with the Agent. But it was pretty evident that the Thing had other interests. One day, it saw its reflection on a metal spoon and it stared.

It was...unnerving. For a moment, [Name] thought it was going to deprive itself of air since she stopped hearing it panting. It even pulled its tongue back into its mouth. Its face never looked so human until now.

"Buddy?"

The Agent walked towards the Abnormality. It was odd. They felt concerned, an emotion they never thought they would feel for an animalistic abomination.

O-06-20 began to whine, and it made [Name]'s heart crack. It really did sound like a puppy. They couldn't help but sit down beside their little buddy and pet it. Disgusting as it was, they couldn't ignore its pained cries.

For the first time, [Name] pulled the creature to lay its head on their lap. They didn't stop petting it until its crying stopped.

If this was all they had to do to keep O-06-20 happy, then they were more than happy with this arrangement. With time, they would get used to its appearance. They just need to keep thinking of it as a dog. An ugly, malformed, dangerous dog, but a cute one.

Of course, if containing an ALEPH-class was as easy as running a dog shelter, Lobotomy Corporation wouldn't have such a high death rate, wouldn't it?

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Just the day after that, Agent [Name] was called to work on O-06-20 once again. It seemed like they became someone important when it came to handling the Abnormality.

But after that moment they had together, when they spent nearly an hour just sitting there on the ground, the thing calming down on their lap as they massaged its head, a...protective feeling of sorts began to sprout within them.

They didn't realize it was there until they realized how much they wanted to return to their little buddy's containment unit.

Is it still alright? Why did it suddenly cry like that, I wonder...did it hate how it looked?

Because of this new development in their relationship with the Abnormality, they were now skipping down the hallways. This was like having a pet. A disgusting and horrifying-looking one, but at least it genuinely bonded with people...unlike Ppodae.

Wait, O-06-20 is everything that Ppodae isn't.

That thought made them smile. They really didn't like that dog.

But their moment of happiness was short-lived. Because the moment the doors to O-06-20's containment unit opened, the first thing they saw was the color red.

The floors and walls had been painted into a grotesque artwork of blood. Shredded skin and clumps of hair was strewn about the unit like clothes in a changing room. It was as if the person that was once inside of them tore itself apart out of out frustration.

Their throat stung from the vomit, but [Name] swallowed it down.

It's fine. Everything is just fine. Haven't I seen plenty of this already? This is an ALEPH-class Abnormality, so of course this was inevitable.

But even knowing that, their legs still felt wobbly. Walking never became so terrifying...especially since tripping would mean falling into this bloodbath.

Amidst all of this, [Name] still had a job to do. Even though the smell burnt their throat, even though the tears in their eyes were becoming difficult to hold back, they must look for the Abnormality.

This could only mean two things. Either the creature wasn't here anymore, and people are already dying without much to their oblivion. Or...it is still here.

But why couldn't they see the little guy?

C r o a k .

[Name] snapped their attention to the pile of mangled flesh and torn bodies. What the hell was that?

C r o a k . . .

They nearly tripped as they clamored away from the mound. The Thing was there...but it no longer looked like their little buddy.

When a man emerged from the pile, [Name] should have felt relieved to see that someone survived. But there was just something unnaturally wrong to his movement.

For one thing, one of his feet was facing the wrong direction...yet he continued to walk as if he couldn't feel it. Now that they thought about it, they had seen the Abnormality break its bones countless times before, yet they didn't seem to react. So, was that popping from its fractured bones?

The 'Man' snapped towards them, as in literally snapped their neck just to look at them. Because of that reckless action, their neck was now bent at a painfully sharp angle, yet it didn't cease moving.

Their mind tried to recall everything they have ever read about the Abnormality. It used to look like a husky, but after the first Agent death within its containment, it suddenly grew an arm...Does this thing..?

Horrified by the revelation, the Agent looked at the door from the corner of their eye. Closed.

Damn it, they really won't let me leave until I finish what I came here for!

With every bit of courage they could muster, they faced their little buddy head on. It wasn't so little anymore...and it was undeniably more human looking now...but if it retained its doggy behavior even after it grew an arm, it should remember them...right?

It was now just a few feet from them. They wanted to run away from it, wanted to stay as far away as possible from 'him'. But that would be pointless. No matter what, they would be trapped here unless the Manager lets them go.

The 'Man' was now standing in front of him.

The Agent gulped. This close to him, they could see their bloodshot eyes, the fractured bone beneath the skin of their neck, and how deathly pale they were.

Because he is dead, they corrected themselves. And the thing simply wore their body.

They couldn't tell how it was feeling. Was he seeing them as a friend or foe? Do they even recognize me still? How much of my little buddy changed?

Are they still there?

"Hi there." They forced the corner of their lips to pull up. "Did you miss me...Buddy?"

As if recognizing the name, his eyes widened. Was he surprised that I still recognized him? they wondered.

They chuckled, but it was more of a nervous laugh. "Uhm...I see that you did a little wardrobe change here. But isn't this a little too...much?"

It was a pitiful attempt at humor. If the Abnormality was still just as smart as a dog, then it shouldn't be able to read their body language well. Otherwise, it would know just how terrified they were.

Would it kill me if I run away from it?

To counter their nervousness, they reached a hand towards the 'Man'. They had always touched the Abnormality as the dog creature, but in this form?

Changing their mind, they pulled back their hand when suddenly, he grabbed their wrist.

Whether they were doing it purposefully or not, his nails dug painfully into their flesh. He was holding onto it so firmly that it hurt just to move their arm.

The Agent closed their eyes, allowing the tears fall. They were going to die now, they were certain of it. Soon as they saw the mound of meat, their likelihood of survival had plummeted, and now, they were going to be the Abnormality's next outfit, food, or whatever it was the thing did to its kills.

The only thing they could wish for now was a quick, painless death. But—

Their eyes snapped open at the sensation of cracked lips touching their wrist. The 'Man' brought their hands close to them...so it could lick them.

Disgusted, they jumped up from the red trail their bloody tongue left behind, but as soon as his pale eyes met theirs, they froze.

The 'Man' then pulled them closer to him. They let him do it. What else could they do, really? They were too stunned, too frightened, too confused to understand him. And if they didn't understand him, how would they be able to suppress this situation?

Fortunately however, he only did it to continue what he was doing on the crook of their neck before nuzzling his way to their cheeks.

Although the tongue felt different...the gesture was familiar.

Ah...oh, god.

The realization crashed on them like a tidal wave.

Their little buddy didn't know how to act like a human.

~~~~~ End ~~~~~

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I was supposed to write headcanons for Nothing There, but in the midst of my imaginations, I ended up being inspired to write a three-act tragedy about an Abnormality trying to be someone its Darling could love.

There is nothing overtly yandere about this yet, but that's because I'm not finished with Nothing There, quite yet.

Anyway, love, I thank you for reading this~

(If you are curious for more, Part II is out!)

covetous (m)

summary: Romantic date with your husband during the Naganohara Fireworks Festival seem to end horribly when he caught a man trying to take advantage of your naïvety. [1.7k words]

content warnings: rough sex + cunnilingus + pussy smacking + mild dubcon (just to be safe) + spoiler for scaramouche’s real name+ we called him my lord + established relationships (married to him) + yandere themes + violence + possessiveness + breeding + doggy style. (dark content}

pairing: scaramouche/kunikuzushi x f! reader

keyword¹: shoji — (in japan) a sliding outer or inner door made of a latticed screen covered in white paper.

author note: for the sake of the plot, i used his real name on this hihi! This means he’s not a fatui butttt it does imply that he’s had a lot of power in Inazuma wink wonk!!!!!! not to confident of this because it was a little rushed? im so sorry about that 😭

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In your defence, it wasn’t technically your fault that it had happened. The brand new kimono Kunikuzushi had personally asked Miss Oguro Mio tailored for you was too beautiful to not wear for your outing. It wasn’t often you managed to follow your husband around the city during the Naganohara Fireworks Festival. He preferred to keep you inside of his estate, safe and sound with no threats looming over dark hallways or set amid the crowd. But tonight, he gives in with enough persuasion, rolling his eyes when you had dramatically clung on his legs with teary eyes and pouty lips begging for him to take you.

“It’s going to be romantic, my lord! I can’t see the fireworks from here too, so please, let me go with you!”

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Living for the doll au. Do you think having a Diluc and a Kayea doll at the same time would cause problems?

tw - possessive behavior, isolation, and slight codependency.

well... they might be a little hostile, at first. just for the sake of holding up appearances, i mean.

it's sorta difficult to say, just because Kaeya models are so rare and Diluc is known to be standoffish to other androids at best, openly hostile at worst. unlike some combinations (*cough* Ayato and Yae *cough*), they probably aren't going to tear each other apart, but they might bicker, make a few snide comments about a pre-programmed backstory neither seems inclined to let you in on, compete to see who can make you cum faster or moan louder whenever you find yourself pinned between them. Kaeya, especially, likes to make a show of being affectionate with you, of kissing you until you're panting into his mouth and all Diluc can do is glare, but Diluc has a petty side too - prone to bending you over as soon as you send Kaeya out for something and letting his artificial-rival come back to the sight of you cumming on his cock, even if he always says it's just convenient timing. They're both awful, willing to argue about anything from what they're going to make for dinner to who actually broke the coffee-maker, but they're not out for blood, and you can there's some kind of fondness there, if only by the way they seem to pout whenever one of them's powered down when the other isn't. they're a good pair, even if they don't want to admit it.

and, of course, they do agree on some topics, even if they do it behind your back. they agree that humans are delicate, easily bruised and quickly broken, and they're both aware that they don't like that you're gone all day, that you're too tired to pay any attention to them when you come back. they both know that they can do little things to keep you nearby, even if their safeguards limit them to hiding your keys and shoving their fingers in your mouth whenever you try to say you don't have time to play with them, and they both know that it'd be very, very bad if you ever lost interest in them, if you ever moved onto another pair of androids. Diluc tries to be more self-righteous about it, to justify his paranoia with platitudes about safety and servitude, but Kaeya's always been more honest with himself, even if there is a certain about of over-explaining he has to do to get about his programming. they can both agree they want you nearby, though, that they want to keep you close.

they can both agree that they'd rather keep you to themselves, even if they're willing to cooperate to do it.

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — Plague Doctor Headcanons ⸸

(Disclaimer: A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities humanoid as possible. OOC and fanon are to be expected)

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A kind smile, a sultry voice, and a form that humans could love and worship.

That was everything the Plague Doctor was meant to be.

So, when he first came to the facility, it came as no surprise to see all these humans flocking around him like flies drawn to an irresistible slab of meat.

It was all going according to plan. He would never have bothered to conceal himself it didn't get him the followers he needed.

All except you. You, who refused to acknowledge him as anything more than 'Abnormality.'

It was honestly insulting to be called that, as if he were the wayward soul in this place. It was not him that was the problem. It was all these miniscule creatures believing that they are the top of the world.

It's called, 'pride'...and it is a sin you are very guilty of, dear.

Before you are worthy of seeing his true form and the paradise he can give, you must learn about humiliation first.

Your refusal to trust and open up to him is more or less...thrilling. It wasn't often that he encountered a human rejecting him directly. Even the most pious and virtuous of men fall into his clutches eventually. It would be delicious to see your free will eventually break for him, and he wanted to be there to savor it.

But alas, you just. Wouldn't. Crack.

If he so much as take a step closer to you, never mind try to touch you, you immediately try to flee from him.

Why? Whywhywhywhy--W H Y?

He keeps that calm, gentle, ever-serene façade, but deep down, he was dying to pin you down and force you to worship him.

WHY WON'T YOU WORSHIP HIM?

After the third blessing, he did everything to be of service to you. Befriending you. Even offering you to find solace in his containment unit when you seemed to be on the verge of breaking. You remained distant.

After his fifth blessing, he offered to heal all your scars and injuries, but you refused, stating that you could just heal immediately in the Main Room of your department.

After his eight blessing, he told many of his believers to persuade you into trusting him. They had told you how good he was to them, how much he cared for all of the Agents...and how much he worried about you, especially.

After his tenth blessing, he feigned heartache and sadness, for a certain 'infidel' refused to accept his 'help'. Not long after, you suddenly began to find threatening letters in your bunker, your locker, in your favorite spots...No matter where you went, you didn't feel safe, even around other humans. His cult was always watching you.

After his eleventh blessing, his benevolent mask began to crumble. You can hear in his voice exhaustion, weariness, irritation. Naturally, he kept his amiable manner of speech, but occasionally, you swore you saw his closed eyes flutter open...and you saw red.

If you still didn't choose to accept him after the twelfth blessing, well...don't say he didn't try to spare you.

"I only wish to serve you, to heal you of your wounds and heartache. I want to save you...so why doth thee refuse me?"

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I must confess...I would quite certainly die if I were an agent working for L-Corp.

As you can see, I have absolutely no reservation kissing mysterious guys dressed entirely in black, looking like fallen angels from the Bubonic Plague.

Oh, and here is a sneak-peek of what's to come next:

Things are only about to get spicier, dear Anon. Don't fret that I have forgotten thee~

- Eldritch