by 涵z

sleeping beauty.

; yandere, blurb, rerir, very minor spoilers but it's written before i go through the nod-krai archon quest and was made purely based on speculation.

just from looking at him, both the traveler and paimon knew that whoever this red-cloaked man may be, he is not a good person by any means. if not for the carnage left in his wake, then with the ease with which he summons his spear, prepared to strike them and their floating companion down to the ground, suffices as proof.

they had only managed to escape his hands by a mere hair's breadth, saved with the combined efforts of the lightkeepers and frostmoon scions, suffering minor cuts and bruises from collision in the aftermath. it leaves them desperately gasping for air. a sinner, they surmised, one of the five sinners that dainsleif had revealed to them all those moons ago.

as lauma helps them up to their feet, with flins' lantern acting as a guiding light to safety, one can't help but wonder what business did the sinner have in nod-kai.

something within their mind tells them that he's not just here to seize the moon.

rerir moves with relative ease, passing by the extravagant scenery that nod-krai natives loved to boast about, yet he could only do nothing but scoff in its face. his head hurts, has been for centuries now, yet it's nothing compared to the pain his cursed body grants him. he navigates through the howling winds and eerie silence before arriving at a secluded cave that he made as your makeshift resting place.

hidden deep within the cave, found only after sifting through spider webs and narrow openings, there you lay, eyes closed with a faint smile, never having aged a day since the cataclysm.

only a few knew of his origin and why he carries around a limp body, commonly mistaken for a corpse due to how unresponsive they are, that daintily hangs off his bandaged arms, clothed in long, flowing robes with an eight-pointed star that rests on their slumbering chest that signifies their homeland. for several centuries, rerir has dragged his aching body across the dessert land of sumeru, crossed blades with the abyss in natlan, braved through the frigid winters of snezhnaya, all while keeping you safe and sound. a life of a nomad, one that he willingly chose with you by his side after letting his homeland fall to ruin.

you've fallen into deep sleep on doomsday, a byproduct of ronova, who thought that you deserved more than just the curse of immortality with no known cure on how to wake you from such.

to say that rerir has tried every solution he can concoct in the past 500 years would be a severe understatement; he's tried everything. a childish true love's kiss from the fairytales told to awed children, an alchemical solution sourced from rhinedottir herself, a long-forgotten blood ritual that originated from a fallen civilization, sowing through countless mortal bodies in hopes that the deaths resulted can be tipped to your favor, everything.

yet not once have you ever opened your eyes. not once have you cupped his cheeks with your delicate fingers, cooing out a tease that's riddled in affection. not once have you uttered his name out. the memory of your voice is now a fast-fading one, tethering on the edge of remembering.

there's no solution, no cure that can be obtained that overrides ronova's specialized curse for you.

not until recently, that is.

his footsteps echo in the damp cave, reverently kneeling down before your limp body as he places a tender kiss on your bare palm, only muffled by the bandage he wears. a deep rumble comes from his chest, "my dear love," he announces, "nod-krai is the place that holds the key to curing your ailment."

this he is sure of.

this time, he swears, he'll finally wake you from your deep sleep using the blood and corpse of the new moon goddess. only then will rerir know true happiness - real peace. there will be nothing blocking his way, neither fatui nor the infamous traveler.

so let a magnanimous blood red trail behind him, extending his cape past its intended length as he slaughters his way to victory, sparing no one. each death toll will amount to nothing, not when you are at the end of the finish line.

he will get stronger, regain his original strength, and bring an end to the cruelty unfairly placed on your gentle soul.

Thinking about Yandere!Alice…

She is just so motherly and yet so chaotic at the same time, she would just think her little darling is oh so adorable and she could just eat her up. She strikes me as the type to just have a darling who lived a completely normal life for the most part, maybe her darling was a student of Andersdotter who had taken up her teachers affinity for story telling and so when Andersdotter passes away, Alice sees this little writer and scoops her up and takes her home, after all her teacher is dead so she will need someone to look after her, yes?

She would treat her darling like her own daughter, does not matter is she is a fully grown woman, to Alice she is still just a little girl, after all she is far older than her darling can ever imagine. So her darling is subjected to Alice dressing her up in adorable little outfits and doing her hair, and of course a hat to match her own, perhaps one similar to one Andersdotter has. She has little tea parties for her and her darling in the cottage where she keeps her, hidden away from all the dangers of the world, and has her darling tell her about all the stories she has been writing while Alice has been away. Then not to mention she will drag her darling to the Hexenzirkel tea parties every now and then and have her read her new story out loud for all the witches, and it is okay if she gets too tired, she can just rest her head on Alice’s shoulder and let her take over.

There is no one here darling can go for help either, other members of the Hexenzirkel have no desire to let her go either after they lost such a good friend, so her going to them for help will end with either Rhinedottir bringing her back to Alice after a fun trip out or Nicole trapping her in a long lecture about the history of Teyvat before she finally remembers to bring her back to Alice. If she tries to go to the Knights of Favonius for help then someone like Albedo will surely spot her and sigh before telling everyone that he can handle it before he drags her off to his office to contact Alice, or Klee will spot her and tell everyone that Alice’s darling is like her big sister without having an actual clue about their true relationship, childhood innocence is such a precious thing. Then not to mention if Durin sees her he will probably get just as attached as Alice is, since she was his mother’s student and is the only piece of her he has left that is, she is basically his big sister as well.

The only chance she really has of potentially getting away is Varka or Venti, if by some miracle she is able to meet with the Grand Master and he sees her distress then he will hide her under his wing, that of course will not stop Alice from seeing her, since Varka and her are such good friends, so she will still have to deal with Alice and her doting behavior, but it will buy her some freedom for awhile, until Varka slowly finds himself falling for her as well.

With Venti, it depends, he is on such good terms with the Hexenzirkel, they are his friends, but he cannot ignore her prayers for freedom. So if she does so happen she encounters the bard, he will have no choice but to step in. Of course he cannot rip her away from the witch, especially after the loss of Andersdotter, but he can have the wind keep her safe to ease that burden from Alice’s shoulders and allow her as much freedom as he can give, after all she is still a child of Mondstadt, one of his children, so he would be just as protective of her as Alice is. So much for the Anemo Archon’s help.

There is no real getting away from Alice, besides it is not so bad, just a bit patronizing. So perhaps it would be best for her to snuggle up to Alice by the fire with a blanket, a cup of cocoa, along with perhaps Durin and Klee, and let Alice read her one of Anderdotter’s stories.

I just love Alice so much, she is just so fun and chaotic. I just love her being a yandere, she would be so dotting and just imagine her coddling her darling, and of course she would have matching dresses for her and for Klee, her two little girls all dolled up.

Of course I have no doubt that her husband would be just as obsessed as his wife, he just goes along with what she wants.

feat. senku ishigami synopsis: in which Senku got to know the girl by his side and wanted it to stay that way. tags: fluff, oneshot, fem!artist!reader, possessive!senku, pre-petrification! wc: 1616 a/n: cross-posted from ao3! edited slightly... 'tis an old one, but still good ^^

Surprisingly, it started around when they first met. The gusts of air blowing onto the plants and the mechanical whirring that emitted from the contraption captured the attention of a young girl nearby, tucking her sketchbook under her arm to further inspect the sounds.

"Woah, what is that?" The seven-year-old boy sighed at the unfamiliar voice, ready to defend his experiment once again from the foolish onlookers if he absolutely had to.

"It's an injector." Senku answered curtly, hands deftly moving while not even sparing a glance at the newcomer.

"Oh, is it?" He could sense them standing a few feet away from him, the sound of their humming filling the silence. "What're you using it for?"

"Building a rocket."