❝No one else can have you but me.❞-yandere/obsessive
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- it's been a while since i've made a playlist for my love, scaramouche! ♡
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➤ spicy; • ❝On your knees.❞-pov; ...
➤ slowed; • ❝Tell me who hurt you,...
➤ w/ voicovers + spicy; • ❝Better shut that mout...
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彡 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶
「👾」#genshinimpact
「🦹」#scaramouche , #wanderer , #kunikuzushi , #balladeer , #fatuiharbingers
❥ || 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @cordoesart on twt!
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❥ || 𝐚𝐫𝐭 & 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞! I only did the editing and compiling 🥺
❥ || the comment section is open for any suggestions you may have.
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彡 𝑪𝑶𝑷𝒀𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational, or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. - Hudba
scarameow + new addition to our possessive series = 🤰🏻
彡 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔
「 0:00 」➷ sexyback, trevor something
「 3:57 」➷ your addiction, night club (slowed.)
「 7:51 」➷ desire, violet orlandi
「 12:09 」➷ the possession, trevor something
「 15:36 」➷ stockholm syndrome, sofia karlberg (slowed.)
「 19:15 」➷ bad bad bad, ramsey
「 23:05 」➷ spell on you, chester lockhart
「 25:20 」➷ under your skin, aesthetic perfection
「 29:09 」➷ paranoid, klergy & ames
「 32:52 」➷ burned, blurblur
「 35:32 」➷ psycho, kevin krokk
「 37:24 」➷ see you bleed, ramsey
「 40:54 」➷ villain, arcana & zack merci
「 44:12 」➷ hurt me harder, zolita
thank you for listening + watching ! ◞♡°
𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 || open.spotify.com/playlist/42HtRF9aHFbstD7gWaR3Xi?si=448f348dd16d4934
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 || heavn_sent#4223
Why's everyone out here imagining someone being a yandere for them while I'm here imagining myself as the yandere stalker
I was imagining stalker x stalker honestly
lmaoo
I keep trying to imagine a yandere but then I realized I’m too insane for that shit I’d play the lamb and then make the grand reveal
POV: The Wind Was Determined to Take You
God, he was always there. Always. There.
The sound of the floorboards of the tatami flooring creaking was haunting as you ran through the minka house, trying to escape the danger following you through the halls.
Every single door was locked, so the time you had compared to the time to find a door was a living nightmare, especially with the blood from your injuries.
Eventually, you had reached an unlocked door, finally. You slid the door to the side, bringing a loud thud. Damn it. But you were too distracted to realise the noise as you bolted into the room.
There wasn’t anything useful for hiding, but there was a Japanese folding screen you decided was good enough. You went behind and sighed as you rested your back against the wall, making sure to not make a sound.
Suddenly, you heard light steps enter. You forgot to lock the door. Oh no, you thought to yourself as they circled around the room, looking for a specific person.
Then, the sound became faint, and you let out a relieved breath, but maybe you were too loud, as a half-gloved hand grabbed your ankle from under the screen.
“Thought you were so smart, huh?” Scaramouche whispered with that same psychopathic voice. He pulled you from under and dragged you out, leaving you on the wooden floor helpless and terrified. “I’ll be gentle this time.”
He went down to kneel and lean in closer to your face, with a devilish smile across his face as he lightly caressed your scars and bleeding cuts.
“You see? Only I can kiss it better. Only I can do this.”
“No one else can have you but me.”
this genuinely made me scared omfg 😭😭
@@ItsGiving..DashalNachisame 😭
I like your story better than the persons below your comment lol.
Quick POV cuz there's non yet
(Not very Yandere obsessive, maybe I'll do another POV like that later) ~
Thick trees zoomed past as you dashed through the forest, cursing at the leaves that scrunched under your feet, giving away your position. But you had no choice... no choice but to run away from the threat following behind...
He was so close that you could even slightly smell his scent.
Urgh!
Think think think!
You quickly tumbled to the side, hid behind a tree and ordered your weapon to take charge.
It flew across the forest floor away from you, making sure to create noise.
You let out a breath as he ran past you following your weapon.
"Finally..."
Now you needed to figure out a way to get back home... probably collect your stuff and run away-
Suddenly the leaves around swirled in the air.
"Trying to trick me with a decoy?"
You looked up to see a pair of indigo eyes staring at you from a branch.
Your next attempt to start running failed as your pursuer shackled your wrists to the tree using his powers.
He dropped down and met you eye to eye.
"Scaramouche! Let go of me!"
He simply stared at you with a straight face but his eyes spoke otherwise.
This game of cat and mouse has amused him and let's be honest... it amused you a bit too.
"You know I can't let you go like that," he mumbled, holding your chin using his fingers so your eyes were caught in his.
"How far are you willing to chase me?" You leaned forward too, decreasing the distance in a teasing manner.
"Chase you?" He scoffed, looking between your eyes and lips, *"You are already mine. No one can have you but me."*
POV:
When you started college you hated every secound of it, the only reasom you were there was because your parents forced you to go, but after awhile you started to find peace in the place.
At least you didn't constantly have your parents nagging you about everything you did now. You weren't the type to party and drink every Friday, though sometimes you would go out, only for specail occasions though.
You're majoring in psychology, so as a 'in field experience' the school offered to take a few people majoring in the subject to a mental asylum, you would even get extra credit on the final exam.
Most people we're to busy with studying to even think about going, but you had needed that extra credit after failing an assignment in the start of the year.
So here you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers as you get given the options of patients to question.
"U-Uhm this one..." You say quickly as you grab the file sheet of a man with indigo colored eyes.
"Are you sure miss?" The lady behind the desk questions looking back amd forth between you and the sheet.
"Y-Yes." All the others had given you a massive eerie vibe but this guy seemed at lesst a little sane. The lady nods and waves over a guard.
"Take her to patient 009." She says handing the sheet hurriedly over to the guard. He winces as he looks over at you.
"Follow me ma'am." He takes you through a locked corridor again and again until finally you reach a lone standing door with the patient number printed onto it.
"I'll escort him to the investigation room." The guard says pointing over to the only other door in the corridor.
"Thank you." You bow your head and quickly move over the the door openimg it. Theres two rooms one of them has recording machinery and one of those one way windows like in the criminal TV shows. The other side a room with white padding a table with a slot to attach handcuffs too and two chairs.
You sit down in one of the chairs and open your phone- no signal. Of course theres no signal. You sigh and lean back in your chair as you stuff your phone back into your pocket.
Then the door cracks open the guard entering first immediately followed by the man from the file. He makes the guy sit across from you before looking up.
"I'll be right on the other side of the wall watching." He says calmly before exiting the room.
"Im Y/N-" you start but his eyes lock on yours shutting you up quickly.
"Scara. Call me Scara." He says his eyes cold not giving away the emotions flooding through his system.
"Scara-" his eyes narrowed and his face contoured into pleasure as he heard you utter his name. You furrow your brows in disgust as he leans his head back his hair falling back uncovering his face more.
"God my name in your mouth- sounds so so good." He groans and you feel your stomach lurch in disgust.
"Sir... Can you tell me why you believe your in here...?" You ask as he gets annoyed by the lack of his name.
"This girls parents called the cops on me for stalking her, i dont think she even knows, but anyway when the cops came to my house-" his eyes widen like a maniac as he smiles crazily. "They found all the photos and shrines i made to her! And all the bodies of the men that have ever had the audacity to be near whats mine!" He lurches forward as he smiles at you his eyes flicking around the room.
"But guess what! I found out where my woman lives and what her life is like now! Im going to get out of here and finally claim her! Take away her innocence make her love me!" He leans back in the chair as he fantasizes about all the things he'll do.
You feel your guts twist in disgust.
"She'll be mine! We'll get married and have kids! And any man that comes near her will die!" He says excitedly as he grins.
"I-I think I'll be leaving now-" The snapping of Scaras shackles hits you like a bunch of bricks. You quickly try getting up but he lunges pinning you down to the ground.
"Wanna know who my woman is?" He snarls against your ear harshly. You shake your head but he tells you anyway. "You." He says as he starts to kiss your neck, making you squirm.
"Security-!" You start but he shuts you up with a kiss.
"I set up sleeping gas in the other room~ security will take at least 3 minutes to get here~" He kisses your nose. "But dont worry my love~ i wont hurt you~ I could never hurt my darling~" He grabs your chin and starts kissing you fiercely his tongue penetrating your mouth, like a man whos been starving for this for years. Hips roll something hard pressing against you. The door slams open and 6 guards rush in clearly winded from the run here. They yank Scara but he stays on top of you as long as possible not wanting the kiss to ever end. He clings desperately until one of the guards tazes him loosening his grip enough to be yanked off.
"Let go of me you assholes!" He screams desperately reaching for you. "I'll find you Y/N and I'll mak e you mine! Mine forever my love!" He screams as 3 of the guards drag him out the other two staying to consult you.
YOOOOO THIS IS SICK I'LL NEED A WHOLE FANFIC ABOUT THIS
@@reiiixaaazz AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭 ❤❤❤❤
@@Adries_createYt YEAH NO PROBLEMMM
@@reiiixaaazz I do have it I'm working on a Neuvillette x reader rn actually!! But if you want I can work on this one too!!
@@Adries_createYt If you can, yes please!! Everyone would love it!!
YES... YES... IM ALL YOURS...... TAKE ME.. 😩😩😩
HII OMG YOU'RE SO EARLYY 😩💗
Omg this version of Sexyback is so good
Time to listen this while having scenarios to sleep
i hope those scenarios will be carried over to your dreams! good nightt! 💗
Shleep? Interesting concept.
@@brandisanderson8683agreed
Frrr sister/brother 😍😍😍
@@Scara_simp14 dude relax
*POV*
(abuse/forgiveness, temporal amnesia, angst with happy ending, heartwrenching, etc etc)
(It's long. VERY long. like LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG)
“Can you do nothing right?!” You flinched, freezing at the door, mid knock. Whatever you were about to walk in on couldn’t be good. You could tell just by his tone, he was in an especially foul mood today.
“Just get out of my sight before I smite you where you stand.” He commanded harshly as the doors were suddenly flung open, almost breaking your nose if you hadn’t ducked out of the way in time.
“Excuse me.” A cicin mage hurriedly exited the room, a visible mark on her cheek. You could see she was trying not to show weakness, but there was a slight shakiness to her steps. Things must have been worse than you thought.
You peeked in cautiously, not wanting to be the next one to end up on the floor. You knew how that felt already, you didn’t need a reminder, “uhm... Balladeer?”
*“What?!”* He turned, sharply glaring your way. He was obviously agitated, more so than usual, which meant you had to be careful, extremely careful. Just so happens you didn’t have the best of news.
“I have uh... the test results for that experiment you’d undergone a few days prior.” You announced, stepping into the room fully, closing the door behind you.
“Ah, (Y/N).” His demeanour seemed to calm down at the sight of you. Odd, but welcomed nonetheless. “How are the preparations going?”
“They’re going...” You hesitated, glancing down at the clipboard that had been shoved into your hands by one of Dottore’s segments before he sent you on your way. Obviously even he didn’t want to deal with the puppet’s tantrums. Although to him, it would probably only be an insignificant nuisance instead of the mortal danger any regular Fatui would be in, “there seem to be some... imperfections in the formula.”
You could see the anger boiling just barely under his artificial skin, “... there are?”
“The Doctor said that it simply wasn’t ready yet and to have patience.” You explained, trying not to stumble over your words, waiting for his reaction. Your knuckles were almost white just from how hard you were clutching the clipboard in your hands. Anything that could ground you in such a stressful situation.
“I see.” He nodded, clenching and relaxing his fists as he thought over the implications of these news, “anything else?”
“... there’s a few issues with the assembly of the Shouki no Kami prototype.” You continued, your tone uncertain, knowing you were already on thin ice, yet the report was far from over, “it seems to be incompatible with any power source relative to its size.”
He made a displeased grunt of acknowledgement, “of course it isn’t. It’s not supposed to be.”
“How so?” Your question brought an amused chuckle out of him. Rather ominous considering the dark aura still radiating off him.
“Because,” he swiftly turned, appearing in front of you in the blink of an eye, drawing a surprised gasp out of you at the sudden proximity, “for it to rival gods. It has to have something in common with them. No. It has to have something _from_ them.”
You stayed quiet, listening to his explanation, following his every movement with your eyes out of fear for your own well-being. As if you could do anything to stop him if push came to shove.
“We have to take something of theirs and use it against them.” He placed his hand surprisingly gently on your chest before suddenly pulling back in a ripping motion, “we have to rip out their power right from their chest. The gnosis is the only thing that can power that otherwise useless mech. And with it, we can rival the Archons themselves.”
‘We?’ The phrasing felt odd to you, but you didn’t mention it, knowing what too many questions gets you in this line of work. Especially when working under The Sixth Harbinger.
“If that’s all then you may return to your duties,” He waved you off, suddenly disinterested in the conversation despite the quite fiery explanation just moments prior.
“Yes. Yes, sir.” You nodded, retreating out of the room in less of a hurry than his previous visitor, but definitely not feeling less shaky.
Just as you closed the door and moved about halfway down the hallway, you heard a muted shout of frustration, followed by some clattering. It was as if he had delayed his usually immediate reaction to things not going his way.
But why?
*****
“Is this alright?” You questioned carefully, helping him with calibrating the basic controls of what was going to be his godly visage. Or at least the prototype of it since you couldn’t start with the proper procedures without the electro gnosis.
“Yes. Yes. Whatever makes it work correctly.” He snapped in annoyance. You had found out that for some reason, he was much less violent in reprimanding you than what you saw of the other agents serving under him.
“Maybe like this.” You checked the schematics one more time before motioning for him to try moving the mech again. You were pleasantly surprised when it actually moved as instructed. The work on it had been difficult to say the least, but it was worth it in the end.
Scaramouche appreciated your diligent work, in his own way. Your genuine interest in helping him was a pleasant change. As genuine as it could be, considering it was mostly fuelled by the fact it was your job mixed with your crippling anxiety at the idea of failing and getting your head sliced off.
Regardless, it was probably the most cared about he had felt in centuries at this point.
...
Unfortunately for you, that manifested in some rather unhealthy ways. While there were obvious advantages to his favour of you, the negatives weren’t insignificant.
You could simply be conversing with your fellow colleagues on your break and suddenly you’d hear a rather annoyed yell, “(Y/N)!”
It was almost as if he hated the idea of you having free time, always thinking up excuses why you should have been with him, ‘working’ on something. Sometimes, he even tried to convince you that you had promised to do something you clearly remembered not even mentioning to him.
It was as if he had eyes everywhere, but wanted you as close as possible, worryingly so. He seemed content in your company, but became increasingly irritated in your absence. More so than ever before.
Even if you knew he was lying and simply wanted you around without admitting it, it wasn’t like you could just say no to a Harbinger, especially with his rank being so high even among the mighty Eleven.
After about a month of this, you had realized his well of excuses had started to dry up, considering that his request became much more simple, childish even.
You were forbidden to leave the headquarters without a direct permission from him, the only exception being missions from Dottore as he very much outranked the bratty puppet.
As much as you hated missions like that, they were a not so unpleasant break from the constant nagging and getting dragged around like a toy on strings... Ironic.
At some point, you had learnt that Scaramouche, despite all odds actually slept. Or at least like to pretend to do so.
How you had found out, you ask?
“You are to stay here until I’m done recovering my energy.” Scaramouche commanded as he pointed to a place you should sit while waiting.
With a heavy but muted sigh, you sat down, deciding it was better than opposing him and earning a few hours of angry muttering. He’d just force you to do it regardless with added hassle to you.
That’s what your routine looked like from that point on, Scaramouche deciding he was ‘tired’ and dragging you along to ‘guard’ him. Very conveniently, this tiredness always seemed to overcome him any time you even attempted to leave his vicinity for more than five minutes. Or worse if you managed to get some casual small talk going with anyone that wasn’t him.
He was obsessed with monopolizing your attention.
It was as if you had become his nanny. Or at least that’s how he acted half the time, like a petulant child pointing at things he wanted and that thing was you.
...
*(Continuation in replies)*
*(Continuation Part 1)*
Throughout your service as his personal companion, you had started to notice his behaviour shift with every passing day. At first his requests were rather straightforward and within your job description. Then he started to act all attached, almost like a cranky toddler.
But it was the last change in behaviour that made you truly consider if the job was worth it.
Writing down your newest report on The Balladeer’s condition to hand over to Dottore later today, you felt his eyes on you. It wasn’t unusual for him to just sit and stare. He didn’t have much else to do. But even with that knowledge, it didn’t feel any less disturbing.
“Anything I can do for you?” You questioned, not looking up from your clipboard. You really needed this done on time. Archons knew what might happen to you if you didn’t.
“Why are you so interested in helping the freaky scientist?”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “I wouldn’t consider it helping. I’m simply doing my job.”
“Is everything you do just ‘your job’?” He asked, not sounding very happy with your response.
“I...” You paused, considering what would both be truthful and satisfy him, “I suppose most things, yes.”
“Most?” He tilted his head suspiciously, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Yes.” You nodded, “there are some things that wouldn’t be considered a part of what my job should be.”
He was silent for a moment, thinking. You were awfully cryptic and he didn’t like that. Secrets meant you were keeping your distance. He wouldn’t have that.
You almost jumped when you felt him place his head on your shoulder, looking down at what you were writing.
“And what’s that? What’s outside of your mandated workload?” He was oddly quiet, whispering almost as if to demonstrate just how close you were now.
“...” You wouldn’t have known what to answer even before he did this, but now you were 100% sure you wouldn’t be able to formulate a sentence.
He was amused by your silence. As much as he wanted to hear your answer, it was just as fun to make you nervous. He had noticed the slight discomfort your entire body displayed whenever he was at arm’s length from you, let alone when he did something as outrageous as this.
“I suppose I...” Your mind was pretty much focused only on putting forward a satisfactory answer that might get him to back off. You weren’t that comfortable with physical touch in general and the fact he was pretty much your boss wasn’t making it any better.
“Mhm?” He hummed, pressing for an answer. He gave no indication of giving up any time soon, he was going to milk this until he couldn’t.
“Uhm...” You were frantically trying to focus on anything that wasn’t his breath fanning your neck. You, for a fact, knew he didn’t need to breathe so he was definitely doing it on purpose.
He let out a disappointed sigh, lifting his head off your shoulder. Before you could celebrate however, he grabbed your chair, twisting it in a way so you were face to face. Instead of retracting his hands to his sides, he used one of them to grip your chin, making extra sure you couldn’t ignore him.
This made you panic, considering that it would completely halt your attempts at continuing your very real task, “I really have to finish-”
“You’ll be fine. The bastard doesn’t give a shit about something that insignificant. And if he does... well, that’s his problem.”
It would surely also be your problem, but it didn’t seem like he cared about that. Even if, in truth, he would fight all of Dottore’s segments if it meant the mint-haired scientist wouldn’t get to touch you.
“Now.” He hummed, leaning forward almost enough to make your noses touch. Thank Tsaritsa he wasn’t wearing that atrocious hat, otherwise this would be about twice as uncomfortable. “Answer the question.”
“Well-” You gulped, your hands twitching at your sides, knowing you didn’t have the authority to stop him, but really wanting to push him away, “this- This would be a perfect... example.”
“This?” He smirked, deciding to play dumb and make you talk yourself into a hole of embarrassment, “I don’t think I quite follow. Care to elaborate?”
...
That wasn’t an isolated incident either. It had started to become so common that you had become desensitised to it, making him get more creative each time.
You had become so numb to his presence to the point that he could literally be sitting on your lap while you worked and you wouldn’t bat an eye. Of course, he took advantage of that almost any time the opportunity presented itself.
Usually, you let him do whatever as long as he wasn’t being extra starved for attention. He’d rant about his day, complain about the other Harbingers, his ‘useless’ subordinates, all the daily annoyances. With his temper, it was a long list every time.
“Can you imagine that? They just completely ignored my instructions and let the whole thing run unattended.”
“And it blew up?”
“Of course it blew up!” He exclaimed in frustration, burying his face in your neck, “and then Pantalone scolded _me_ for it.”
“And you made sure he understood it wasn’t your fault, right?” That was your code for ‘had a meltdown and screeched like a banshee’, but he didn’t need to know that.
“No. I made sure it would never happen again.” He muttered grumpily.
‘So he killed the whole squad. Noted.’ You nodded to yourself, flinching as you felt him sink his teeth into the side of your neck. It was his favourite thing to make you lose focus. It worked every time.
“But that doesn’t matter. Because now you’re here. You aren’t useless like the other idiots that are allowed to walk these halls.” He mused, grinning when he felt you shiver under his touch, “you’re perfect and would never do something like that to me.”
He always told you how perfect you were, obedient to a T, soft to the touch with the occasional mark or scar, fun to play around with, everything just right. He was obsessed. Even he recognized it as such.
...
Despite all of that, the image he had built of you, you were still human and you craved just a sliver of something that wasn’t Balladeer related. You were used to his antics and even found them endearing in a way. Easy to do so when his fury wasn’t aimed at you.
But it was difficult to not go crazy with how secluded he made you feel. So you did something you’d regret for the rest of your life.
You went out. Against your better judgement, you left. Even if for just a day or two. You needed it. Desperately.
As you’d soon come to realize, The Sixth Harbinger had no interest in what you needed. He only cared about what he wanted. What he yearned for. What he, in his greedy and unreasonable opinion, deserved.
It was only supposed to be a small visit. You haven’t seen your family in so long, you just wanted to make sure they were doing alright.
You didn’t suspect anything. The day went great. Your parents were delighted to see their child was okay. Your siblings were happily running around, asking you what cool and fun stuff you got to be a part of.
For just one day, you had gotten to remember what it felt like to be free. What it felt like to not be completely reliant on The Balladeer’s moods and whims.
You were happy returning to base. Your mind was at ease.
For a few hours...
“(Y/N)!” Once again, The Balladeers voice echoed through the halls, calling you to him in that persistent and entitled way of his.
“Yes?” You questioned, stopping at the door with an uneasy feeling. Being around him as frequently as you have, you didn’t have too much of a hard time reading his moods.
This one...
Something wasn’t right.
“Tell me... where were you today?” His voice was dangerously low, threatening in a way you hadn’t heard in months, years even, at least not aimed towards you.
“I was...” Your train of thought was halted almost immediately when you stepped through the door. Worried would be a weak word for what you were feeling.
The room was wrecked, the floor was littered with stray research notes, broken parts and all kinds of shattered equipment, “what... what happened?”
“No.” He growled. He was hunched over his desk, facing away from you, “no. I’m the one asking questions. *Where were you!?”*
You flinched at the sudden outburst, “I was visiting- visiting family.”
“Family?” There was a moment of silence before his form started to shake, not long after you heard a chuckle before it descended into an almost crazed laughing fit. The longer it went on, the more unsettling it became, “and who gave you permission? Who allowed you to leave?”
“...” You were frozen in place, you didn’t know what to say. Was there anything to say? He already knew the answer to that.
“That’s right.” He snarled once his laughing fit subsided, “you just left.”
*(Continuation Part 2)*
He was hurt. But more than that, he was furious. He was barely keeping himself from wrecking the room for a second time. His mind was filled with every scenario he had been trying to suppress so far.
From the moment he had realized he was growing fond of you, he was growing increasingly more paranoid. Terrified of the possibility, of the very idea of losing you, just like he had lost everyone else he ever cared about.
But that wasn’t possible, you were loyal. He knew that. You always spent time with him and came running at his every request.
He had managed to contain this growing, obsessive urge to make sure you would stay. After all, you were willingly staying and that meant the world to him. You stayed by his side every time he went to sleep. You were there when we woke up.
You had been a constant he hadn’t had in... he couldn’t even remember how long.
So why? Why did you betray his trust like that? Why did you run...?
You were about to say something, but you couldn’t, suddenly reminded of something you had happily stashed in your memory as unneeded. You forgot just how damn fast he could be if he wanted to.
“You just LEFT!” He seethed, his words accentuated by the sharp pain on your cheek before you felt his grip on your throat as he squeezed your windpipes, restricting your breathing almost completely, “without a single care in your mind. You just abandoned me!”
Your hand wrapped around his wrist in a feeble attempt to free yourself. He wasn’t human, you wouldn’t be able to fight him even if you wanted to. Not without a vision, or a delusion for that matter and he had confiscated that a while back in fear of you draining yourself and dying faster.
“I won’t let you leave.”
He was done being benevolent. He was done entertaining the idea of freedom. If it conflicted with his need for you then it shouldn’t and wouldn’t exist, not for you.
“You belong to me.”
He didn’t care how cruel his actions were. He didn’t care if you were trapped against your will.
“You are mine, understand!?”
If you couldn’t be trusted as a person, then you didn’t deserve to be one. He needed you, but he didn’t need you happy. Happiness was a luxury you had forfeited the moment you decided to disobey him.
“No one else can have you.”
Most of his words were starting to become hazy to you. Despite his words, he was very close to making you leave in a much more permanent way. Your vision was starting to fog over, your throat aching from his tight grip
“You’re mine to keep. Mine to command. Mine to own.”
Just as you were about to pass out, he let go, causing you to collapse to the ground. You coughed, wheezing in as much air as you could, not sure how much time you had before he tried something like that again.
“...” He watched you struggle with a sneer, “get up.”
When you once again failed to comply, he grabbed your chin rather forcefully, making you look up. You could see a sliver of pity in his expression, but it was overshadowed by a clear look of disgust.
“I said. Get up!”
*****
You stared blankly at the shackle around your wrist. It was almost welded into your skin with how tight it was. He really took no chances, huh?
You weren’t sure how many days or weeks had passed, all of it just a big blur.
Scaramouche would still spend most of his time here. Sometimes tormenting you when you refused to do as he asked, demanding your complete subjugation.
But if you were good, you were rewarded with his usual, calm demeanour where the only thing you had to worry about was keeping him occupied.
He’d like to think he was doing you a favour, saying freedom was too confusing for your weak human brain. Claiming that it was better this way because you could stay together and you wouldn’t be distracted.
You were a glorified pet.
And maybe you would have stayed that way until your last day. Were it not for one of his little temper tantrums.
While he was too busy getting pissed off about something, you had managed to pocket something that would be very useful to you in the near future.
Your delusion.
He was smart enough to take it from you, but not smart enough to keep it completely out of reach. Maybe he actually believed you were stupid enough to not remember something that important to you.
Not like he actually cared about what you found important. As long as it didn’t interfere with him getting your full attention, it was useless and unimportant in his eyes.
Delusion in hand, you just had to wait for him to lose track of you for just a few minutes.
...
“(Y/N)~” He mused, obviously happy about something for once, “I’m tired.”
You kept your expression neutral, not wanting to give anything away and simply nodded, “I see...”
As usual, he settled down next to you, staring at you with an intense, but not malicious look. For some reason, he was always adamant on you petting his hair. Without it, he wouldn’t be able to relax any more. To him, it was proof you were still there.
With a soft sigh, you placed your hand where it, according to him, belonged. This earned you an appreciative and somewhat sleepy murmur.
It had always been so jarring. How nice he could be, yet capable of turning into a cruel monster at the drop of a hat. Archons knew it was unsurprisingly easy to knock his hat off if you got close enough. Why did he even wear that thing in the first place?
You shook your head, reminding yourself this wasn’t the time for pointless questions. You had only a short time until he’d sense something was wrong.
As you kept petting him, you used your free hand to get a proper grasp on your delusion before pressing it down onto the chain that was limply lying next to you on the bed. You winced slightly as you felt the delusion take its effect, both draining you and burning the skin of your hand as you tried to quietly melt one of the chain links.
Taking a deep but quiet breath, you finally felt the chain give way, freeing you... Now came the hard part.
You looked down at your captor, your tormentor... your now former boss. For someone so evil, he looked so damn innocent in his sleep. It wasn’t fair.
Sometimes you wondered what it would be like if he wasn’t an insufferable menace. Would you be able to interact with him without expecting a punishment for every little thing? Would you maybe enjoy his company more?
You quickly looked away, your attention instead fixed on the door, your way of escape.
Steeling your nerves, you carefully lifted your hand. Relieved his usual, discontent reaction at the loss of contact wasn’t as immediate as when he was only half asleep.
Now or never.
*******
Sitting atop the large tree in the middle of Windrise, you hummed a melody to only yourself and the wind.
“Catchy tune. Snezhnayan?”
You glanced up with a smile, “Mhm... Lately, it’s been the only thing my mind can recall. I barely remember anything else...”
“Barely remember, huh?” Venti mused in thought, “That’s an odd way to speak about the land you’d lived in for so long.”
“I know.” You nodded in agreement, “it’s just... for some reason my memory is all foggy whenever I think about what happened before I met Diluc.”
“Diluc, huh? That was about three years ago, no?”
“Yeah... I was stuck in a pretty bad situation back then. Deserted the Fatui, ran with only the clothes on my back and a cheap, knock-off vision wannabe.” You hummed, recalling the only events that weren’t all muddled together.
“Kinda surprised Diluc actually let you tag along. With all that talk about despising the Fatui, you guys seem pretty close.” Venti remarked with a lazy smile.
“Might have been too pathetic looking for him to fight.” You shrugged with a chuckle, “and what do you know about how close we are? One would think a person would be seeing triple with all that wine you pour down your gullet every time. Yet here you are, spying on your friends when they’re working.”
“Well, I’m not exactly a normal person, am I?”
“Yeah, yeah. Still, you’ve really been testing your limits.” You sighed, leaning back on the broad branch, feeling the cold, fresh breeze on your skin. The sensation was so familiar yet not at the same time.
“Speaking of, why don’t you hit the library and test the limits of that blocked up brain of yours.” Venti recommended, “maybe some reading will do you good. Get the thoughts and feelings flowing.”
“Is that your Archonic wisdom talking or?”
“Pft- As if. Take it as advice from a knowledgeable poet.” Venti snickered, shaking his head with a soft grin.
...
*(Continuation Part 3)*
“Are you sure you’re not overdoing it, cutie?” Lisa asked with a slightly worried look.
You had taken Venti’s advice a little too seriously, now binging any book that might have something to do with your missing memory. Which was basically anything about the Fatui or Snezhnaya in general.
“Yeah... I’m fine.” You yawned, proving yourself wrong within seconds of your statement. You didn’t have much to go on in terms of specificity. Only the feeling that you might be better off without whatever you couldn’t remember.
“You sure are determined to figure this all out, huh?” She sat down next to you, overlooking all the open books, thinking of a way to help you. You were her friend and she couldn’t bear seeing you torture yourself like this.
“I just...” You frowned as you closed yet another book you had finished with nothing to show for it, “It’s like a whole chapter of my life is completely gone. Like the pages were ripped out by something, someone.”
“When you say it like that, it sure does sound like a tragedy. Imagine borrowing a book just to tarnish it in such a way...” She shook her head in disapproval, “no book deserves that kind of fate. And neither do you.”
You felt her brush some hair out of your face with a gentle smile. Just as you were about to reach for a new book, she caught your hand with a little shake of her head.
“We’ll figure it out. But please take some time to rest, for both your and my sake. Just watching you being so active makes me all dizzy.” She joked.
“Alright... I promise I’ll get some rest.” You quickly reached for a different book, “after one more book- hey!”
“I don’t think so, cutie.” Lisa reprimanded, snatching the book away before shooing you out of the library.
...
“You’re leaving?” Amber asked in a curious tone as she caught sight of you at Mondstadt’s gates.
“Yeah. I’ve got some things to figure out and... I think a trip to the haven of knowledge might do me some good.”
“Well... want some company?” She nodded towards to road in her usual, cheerful way.
“Can’t take Mondstadt’s most reliable outrider. What would they do without you?” You gave the girl a kind smile, shaking your head in a ‘no’, “I’ll be fine. It’s just a quick trip to Sumeru City. Not like I’ll be crossing the desert.”
“Fine...” She sighed with a pout. She didn’t seem truly mad, she was definitely playing the bit up, “I’m just worried.”
“Oh, don’t look at me like that.” You chuckled, “I’m not helpless. Got my trusty vision with me. Nothing can bring me down with the wind backing me up.”
You had destroyed your delusion a while back, ridding yourself of its temptation. Funnily enough, that seemed to be your last step to earning yourself the real deal. A bright, shiny anemo vision. You were sure there was some symbolism about freedom in that but it completely flew over your head.
“Okay, okay. I trust you.” Amber grinned, “say hi to Collei for me if you see her, will you?”
“Will do!”
*****
After stopping in Gandharva Village, delivering Amber’s greeting to Collei and meeting Tighnari, you took a quick rest. Checking your map, you made sure you were going the right way before setting off again.
The trip was rather uneventful, interrupted by the occasional fungi or spinocrocodile, but as you exited the forest, you were greeted with the sound of battle as well as some fluctuation in elemental energy.
Next thing you knew, you were attacked by some burly guy who most likely identified you as one of his opponents. Luckily, you weren’t a regular civilian. You had some basic Fatui training enhanced by occasional training sessions with the Knights.
Pulling out your weapon, you dodged the man’s first attack, parrying the second one with a blow of your own. Using your elemental power, you pushed him back, making him stumble.
Before he could recover you kicked him in the gut, earning a grunt in response. He tried to catch your leg and bring you down, his attempt once again foiled by a gust of wind you had aimed his way. This one was enough to knock him to the ground, the impact with the rough dirt knocking him out.
You let yourself breathe for a moment, checking your attacker over with disappointment. Both because he even decided to fight you in the first place and because he put up less of a fight than you expected. But then again, you did have the advantage in the elemental department.
As you tried to figure out what to do with the passed out mercenary, you noticed a familiar voice.
“Traveler! Be careful!” Paimon’s voice rang out somewhere ahead of you, followed by a voice you didn’t recognize.
“Cry louder!” You heard before you felt the elemental energy in the area spike.
You glanced between the mercenary and the way your friends were. With a sigh, you grabbed the man, dragging him back to where he came from with some difficulty.
As the ‘battlefield’ came into view, you were greeted by the sight of a certain blonde Traveler and a small flying pixie by their side.
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5... Weren’t there 6?” Paimon muttered in confusion.
“Lost something?” You called out, drawing their attention to you before pointing to your downed opponent.
“Oh! (Y/N)!” Paimon exclaimed excitedly, waving you over.
“It’s nice to see you.” The Traveler nodded, snatching the man’s bandanna.
“I seriously have no clue what you do with all that stuff.” You remarked with a chuckle, referring to their odd habit of collecting things from their opponents.
The Traveler shrugged, refusing to elaborate.
“What are you doing here, (Y/N)? It’s a pretty long way from Mondstadt.” Paimon asked, floating to the side inquisitively.
“Oh, you know. Just need to research something and Lisa’s library wasn’t of much help.” You shrugged with a sigh.
“Oh, that makes sense!” Paimon nodded, “what’s the topic?”
You paused for a moment, not sure how to phrase it, “well... remember how I told you about Snezhnaya?”
The two nodded, “yeah, why?”
“I don’t actually remember what I told you any more.” You frowned, trying one last time to recall something, “I can’t remember anything between joining the Fatui and meeting Diluc.”
The two seemed to freeze, obviously realizing something you didn’t.
“What’s the hold up? I thought you wanted to get this stupid request done today.” A third figure emerged from behind some tent, probably coming back after collecting more bandannas and supplies.
The moment the third person spotted you, they froze like a deer in the headlights, just as your two friends did.
“Uhm... so... Who’s your friend?” You tried to unfreeze the situation with an, in your eyes, innocent question.
“That-” Paimon began, glancing at the two as if asking for help.
“That’s Wanderer-”
“We’re not friends.”
“Okay then... Nice to meet you ‘not Traveler’s friend, Wanderer’.” You gave the group a confused look, glancing to the side and toward Sumeru City. You hadn’t even realized it was this close already, “Anyway, don’t wanna intrude on your... request? So I’ll be going.”
“We’ll go with you.” Traveler stated, leaving no room for argument even if this ‘Wanderer’ character seemed less than pleased with Traveler deciding things on his behalf.
“Yeah! We can ask Nahida if she can help with your problem.” Paimon chirped, side eyeing Wanderer for some reason.
You really felt like all of them something you didn’t and it was starting to irritate you, “Nahida?”
“Mhm.” Paimon nodded proudly before realizing what your question actually meant, “Lesser Lord Kusanali. We’re friends.”
“You know, I should probably be surprised... but at this point, being friends with Archons is kind of your thing, isn’t it?” You laughed, deciding it would be best to let them tag along.
You could feel Wanderer’s eyes on you almost the entire time you’ve been talking. Even if he was trying to be smooth about it and looking away whenever you looked his way, you could tell he was doing it.
“Is that a thing he usually does?” You whispered to your friends.
“Uh... Sure, yeah. He’s just weird like that.” Traveler shrugged before shooting Wanderer a warning glare, receiving one of his own.
...
“Sorry, I didn’t think she’d be busy today.” Traveler apologized as they sat down across from you at the table in the House of Daena.
“It’s fine!” You chuckled, waving off their concerns, “she’s an Archon. I’d be more surprised if she was free all the time.”
There was a small thud on the desk next to you as a whole pile of books landed on the wood, “these are Snezhnaya related. Read them in the meantime I guess or whatever.”
You looked at the books and then at Wanderer who had graciously saved you the time you would have spent searching, “thanks!”
He shrugged dismissively, but you could tell he was somewhat happy with your appreciative reaction. What a strange guy.
...
*(Continuation Part 4)*
“That’s a bold choice for a hat.” You hummed in thought, not realizing you said it out loud.
“What’s wrong with it?” Wanderer snapped defensively, obviously offended by a few words. Touchy.
“I’m just saying. You do a lot of fighting when travelling. It looks really impractical. Especially with an anemo vision.” You elaborated, glancing over the design.
“You don’t have to wear it.” He huffed, “it’s not like I’m judging your atrocious fashion choices.”
You gasped, offended, “what’s that supposed to mean?! I won’t take criticism from someone who looks like a five year old who got to shop for himself for the first time.”
“You take that back!”
“No. I don’t think I will, you walking fashion crime.” You stuck your tongue out before yelping as he decked you in the face with his hat. Oh, so it was a weapon, huh? That made more sense.
“Tch.”
...
“Hey, that’s not fair!” You complained, staring up at him as he floated above you with a smug face, “how is this supposed to be sparring session if you just do that?”
“Not my problem.” He shrugged, throwing a gust of wind your way without so much as a warning.
“You little shit! I’m going to drown you when I get my hands on you!” You spat, barely dodging the attack, wondering what you were supposed to do with him just sabotaging your training efforts.
“Not gonna work anyway.” He argued, not taking your threats seriously.
“You’re just saying that cause you hope I won’t do it!”
...
“I told you it wouldn’t work.” He mocked standing above you, both of your clothes completely soaked.
You had somehow actually managed to get him down and drag him over to the river, dunking him into the water with plenty force. Unfortunately for you, he wasn’t actually lying and managed to pull you into the river with him, almost drowning you instead.
“Don’t be dramatic. You didn’t even breathe in that much.” He rolled his eyes as he watched you cough your lungs up.
“I’ll get you next time.” You wheezed, kicking him in the shins.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
...
“A little bit to the left.” You requested, reading the spines of several books before stretching your hand to one too far from you.
“I literally could have just brought them for you.” He sighed in annoyance. He was currently floating about ten feet above the ground, holding you like an oversized cat by the armpits. Which is an incorrect way to carry cats, but good enough for a mental image.
“Nuh-uh. You’d just be floating up and down, that’s inefficient.” You shook your head in disagreement.
You had insisted on getting the books yourself this time, but the correct section was too high up and instead of getting the ladder like a normal person, you ended up doing this.
“Oh and this is efficient?” He dead panned, “you have the mental capacity of a teaspoon.”
“Shut it.” You pouted, making grabby hands at a new book again, “a little to the left again, please.”
“Whatever.” He sighed, but complied. He had no idea why he was even entertaining this. Maybe it was the fact that it made you so ridiculously happy? Nah, couldn’t be it.
“Nope. Not this one either...” You muttered, placing the book back and leaning out a little to grab the one next to it. This was a bad move on your part since you had disturbed the delicate balance you had both been hovering in.
“Hey- Stop wiggling, idiot.” He reprimanded, but it was too late. First he lost his grip on you and then his concentration, meaning his elemental skill gave out on him too.
You hit the ground with a thud, your limbs aching slightly from the impact before taking a second hit as he had landed perfectly on top of you, making you his improvised crash pad, “ow.”
“Ugh.” He groaned, glaring down at you as he attempted to lift himself up, “you’re such an idiot.”
“I got the book though!” You grinned before wincing as you lifted your hand. You indeed did have the book.
His eyes shifted between you and the book a few times, “there really isn’t anything in that head of yours, huh?”
“The audacity!” You huffed with a pout before pressing the book to your chest, making no attempts at getting up.
“No wonder you got an anemo vision. You’re a complete airhead.”
“Wanderer?” You looked up at him with a barely disguised smile.
“What?” He snapped, giving you an annoyed and judging look.
“You have an anemo vision.”
“...”
There was a moment of contemplation. Most likely deciding if he should hit you or if the fall was already one concussion too many for you.
“Shut up.”
*****
“That’s weird.” You muttered with your nose buried in the book you had managed to bring down despite your mishap.
“What is?”
“It’s just... there’s eleven Harbingers.” You added, perplexed with your findings.
“Yeah, and?”
“There’s only ten of them.” You pointed at the different ranks and names, “there is no six.”
“...” He had feared this would come up sooner or later. Originally, he was perfectly fine with helping you remember, but now he was second guessing himself.
When he first saw you after he had erased himself from Irminsul, talking to Paimon and Traveler . He genuinely wanted to distance himself.
He saw how happy you were interacting with them and knew he never got that reaction. He was perfectly fine with letting Nahida restore your memories.
He knew you’d be better off without him in your life. He knew he didn’t deserve a second chance. He knew you deserved closure, you needed to know what happened.
But seeing you happily interact with everyone, with him... He couldn’t help but wonder if it really wasn’t better this way. Not just for his sake, of course he wanted a second chance, one that he’d make count, but also to preserve the childish wonder he had oh-so horrendously snuffed out with his, Balladeer’s, treatment of you.
“(Y/N)!” A high pitched voice interrupted your thought process and saved Wanderer from having to think of an answer.
“Paimon!” You exclaimed with equal amount of excitement.
“We talked to Nahida and she wants to help. She said to meet her in the Sanctuary of Surasthana.” Traveler explained, glancing at Wanderer, knowing he wouldn’t be happy with the news.
“Great!” You grinned, immediately getting up, “lead the way.”
“I actually need to do something before that. Go with Paimon.”
“Mhm. Meet us when you’re done, okay?” You nodded, joining Paimon and leaving the Traveler with Wanderer.
Wanderer knew the implications of Nahida getting involved and he didn’t like it one bit. Just as he was about to follow you and Paimon, he was held back by the Traveler.
“They deserve to know.”
“You really don’t know when to stay out of other people’s business, do you?” Wanderer snapped, ripping his arm from their grip, “they’re better off not knowing.”
“You mean you’re better off.” Traveler stated, “you can’t just lie to them forever.”
“I’ve been doing a great job so far.” He growled, “is it so wrong to want a clean slate? Is it so bad to want to try again?”
He’s spent years not knowing where you had disappeared to, going so far as dubbing you his ‘fourth betrayal’. And in all honesty, your case was the closest to an actual betrayal, excluding Dottore’s trickery. That was a whole other deal.
It seemed so childish now, but at the time he didn’t realize how much your relationship with him was suffering because of his behaviour, how much you suffered. He just saw it from his own narrow point of view.
He just saw a pretty bird, unhappy in the golden cage he had crafted for it. It had never occurred to him that he shouldn’t force a connection.
He was so focused on not losing you that he actively made you run, cutting away everything that you held dear because he was selfish and didn’t want to settle for less than completely owning you. He wanted to force you into loving him just like he did you. Or at least what he understood love was at the time.
“I was a selfish asshole. I know that.” He frowned, just recalling the memories with the new-found context made him sick, “but I-”
He didn’t know how to explain himself without it sounding selfish. Of course, there was a large portion of the argument that relied on him wanting to keep the past in the past. Wanting to start over as if he hadn’t completely ruined your life the last time he tried to form a bond with you.
“I just want them to be happy.”
It was the truth. Now that he wasn’t blinded by his sick mindset, he recognized the value of freedom and its effects on you. He had been so focused on keeping you close that he degraded your value to him and even to yourself.
*(Continuation Part 5)*
“I want them to be free of everything. Of the scars I left, of everything they had to suffer through because of me.”
He had never seen such a precious side to you and he knew that the memories would only dim that dazzling glow you gave off now.
“Can’t you see it? How unbothered they are?” It was beautiful to him, a completely different type of beauty his past self could never understand. The beauty you don’t interfere with, just admire it from a distance.
“It’s not right to force them to stay ignorant.” Traveler shook their head, not sharing his sentiment. They had seen you in Mondstadt, both before and now after you had lost your memories.
You weren’t different, not to the extent that anyone else would have noticed were it not for your distress over your suddenly missing past. You were doing alright. You might have been a little more reserved, but that wasn’t necessarily bad.
But they couldn’t blame Wanderer for not knowing that. From his point of view, your behaviour was completely distorted and conflicting with everything he knew. Not that he wasn’t happy with the contrast, he preferred this version of you much better.
“Well, it’s not right to just let them do it without knowing what it might do to them!” Wanderer argued, agitated by how nonchalant they were over something so important as your well-being.
He had always cared about your well-being. As Balladeer, he wasn’t mature enough to understand how humans worked and so he only cared about not letting you die. But now, as Wanderer, he was much more aware of the importance of a person’s mentality.
And now you were about to get yourself into something you didn’t even know would hurt you. It didn’t sit right with him.
“It is for the best.” Traveler sighed. In truth, they were acting as a way to stall him, it was obvious he wouldn’t let you even step into the Sanctuary if he was with you.
“No, it’s not!” He protested, his demeanour shifting enough to seem more akin to Balladeer than Wanderer. This time, he didn’t give Traveler the chance to stop him as he stormed past them, leaving them to scramble after him in borderline panic.
*****
“I see you’ve taken a liking to Hat Guy.” Nahida commented in between basic explanations of how the process should work.
“Wha?” You laughed sheepishly, “I mean. He’s not that bad I guess. Kind of grumpy.”
“That’s an understatement.” Paimon chirped, “he’s like a moody teen that never grew up.”
“I’m sure it could be worse.” You shrugged. Just an inkling you had.
*BANG*
The doors to the Sanctuary flew open, almost falling off their hinges. A winded looking Wanderer stood there with a lightly frantic expression. He immediately calmed down when he saw you, seemingly unharmed and most importantly not glaring daggers at him, “oh thank fuck.”
“Sorry, he just ran past me. Too fast...” Traveler wheezed, almost keeling over as they appeared a few seconds later.
“Uh... what’s going on?” You looked at the two in confusion, “something wrong?”
“Care to explain yourself, Hat Guy?” Nahida urged, already knowing what he was planning.
Wanderer grimaced lightly at the nickname before sighing, “I need to do something before you- before you get your memories back.”
“Can’t it wait until after?” You gave him an incredulous look as he came closer, “it’s not like I’ll-”
“It can’t. I know it can’t.” He didn’t mean to interrupt you, but he was on edge at the moment.
You tilted your head in a questioning manner, letting him speak.
“If you choose to go through with it, you... It might satisfy the itch of not knowing, but it won’t be worth it.”
“How do you even know that?” You furrowed your eyebrows, now suspicious of him.
“...” He kept quiet for a moment, choosing his words carefully even if he knew his chances were already zero to none, “whatever happened in Snezhnaya. It’s... I don’t want you to go though that again.”
From the limited time you had known him, this tone he took was uncanny. Too soft, worried, a far cry from the sassy menace you had tried to drown a few days ago.
“But I can’t stop you.” He conceded, glancing at Nahida and the Traveler, “it’s your choice. I just...”
Your gaze shifted as you watched him come closer, making sure he wouldn’t bonk you with his hat. That thing was a deadly instrument of pain as you had previously established.
“It was nice knowing you like this.” He carefully cupped your cheek, his eyes filled with an emotion unknown to you. “You’ll probably kill me for this later.”
“What does that even-” You questioned his odd behaviour, interrupted by a soft kiss he pressed to your lips.
“I’m sorry... for everything.” He took a second to admire your confused, but oh-so adorable and slightly flustered reaction before swiftly backing away, and looking to the side. Whatever you were going to do now was up to you. He wouldn’t interfere.
*****
The process was painstakingly slow as you visibly struggled to fight your way through the piling memories. You didn’t have anyone to help you through the journey, unlike when Wanderer had the Traveler and Paimon.
You sat on the floor, your eyes screwed shut in a focused manner, an occasional shiver or twitch shooting through your body. You didn’t exactly look in pain, but with Wanderer knowing what kind of shit he had done, he could only imagine just what you were fighting.
“Do you think they’ll be okay?” Paimon asked worriedly, floating around your unconscious body.
“They’ll be fine.” Wanderer stated. He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince, Paimon or himself, “they’re strong enough to survive the real deal... They’ll...”
“Are you sure you want to stay here?” Nahida chimed in, making sure Wanderer was going to be okay with seeing the result.
“Yeah.” He nodded, his attention shifting back to you when he heard your voice.
“I’m sorry...” You muttered, before wincing and startling yourself awake. You were temporarily disorientated, the new memories still settling back into place.
“(Y/N)?” Paimon called out, levitating in front of you curiously.
“Ugh...” You groaned as you singled the pixie-like being out in your vision, “Paimon?”
“You’re okay!” Paimon squealed, suddenly hugging you, “Paimon was so worried!”
“How are you feeling, (Y/N)?” Nahida questioned, needing to analyse if the process went according to plan.
“A little dizzy, I guess.” You muttered, stubbornly stumbling to you feet as you didn’t want to sit any more after being stuck in the position the whole way through. Traveler immediately jumped into action, supporting a part of your weight so you could stabilize yourself.
“How’s your memory? Did it work?” Paimon pummelled you with questions.
“It certainly filled in a lot of holes.” You responded, your gaze shifting to Wanderer who was trying very hard to not look your way, using his hat to shield his face from whatever reaction you might have.
You waved Traveler off, assuring them that you were fine and could walk on your own before taking a few steps towards the culprit who made everything fall in place as they did, “Balladeer.”
He winced at the name, raising his head only a little to indicate he was listening. It was obvious that he was bracing himself for anything that you might throw at him, mentally and/or physically.
You stared him down for about a minute, the tension building with each passing second. Were you going to try and kill him? Were you going to leave and ignore him for the rest of your life like before?
What you did next surprised about everyone in the room. You reached out and knocked his hat off his head, “you look ridiculous no matter what colour you wear.”
“Wha-” He was about to get really offended when you casually pushed him off the bridge the Sanctuary offered and you were both conveniently standing on. Well, _you_ were standing on it.
You waited a moment, expecting a distant thud. Much to your displeasure, Wanderer had managed to stop himself mid air with his elemental skill and got himself back up.
“What in the Abyss was that for?!” He complained in an irritated expression.
You simply gave him a blank look, scanning him up and down.
“Okay. Dumb question.” He sighed, letting himself drop back down on solid ground. Or so he thought so because the moment he tried to, you just used your own elemental powers to push him off again.
The others just watched the interaction in puzzlement, trying not to break out into cackles as the cycle seemed to repeat like some kind of Samsara. He really didn’t have any luck with those, did he?
“Now you’re just being petty,” He crossed his arms, deciding it will be safer to just stay afloat for now since your hand was still very much raised and ready to inflict another hit.
“I think I’m being perfectly reasonable.” You shrugged.
“Tch.”
*****
ANOTHER POVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV!!!!!!!!!!!
You, dating a cold man who goes by the name, Scaramouche. But..that's what you thought until...you were home alone, there was this part of the house that Scaramouche never let you explore. Now was your chance, you open the door, feeling the cold material on your palm as you twist and push the door handle. Revealing a room, full of your pictures. Pictures of you sleeping, even some pictures before you two met.
"What in the world.."
You thought to yourself as you analyzed the room you're in. Just then you feel two hands on your shoulders..It's Scaramouche...
"I guess you've finally found my secret, doll.."
Scaramouche whispers in your ear, fear rises inside of you, realizing you've been caught.
"Don't you love what I've done for you, my love?"
Scaramouche asks you..your lips tremble..you don't know what to say..
now..
choose your words carefully reader, there's a consequence to everything.
"Oh yeah, cuz I did the same to you as well MUAHAHAHAHA"
@@reiiixaaazzYou're a genius
Also my words "What the hell... YOU WERE STALKING ME?! How long have you been doing this..."
“Dang some of these are actually from a good angle! Can I have copies of them?”
@@emilywilson2517 lol
" Its almost laughable how easily people fall for you...
How they follow you like lost dogs following the first person they deem as nice...
How they hang on to your every word like it's their life line in hopes of pleasing you...
Heh...it's absolutely hysterical that...
That...they even think they have a chance with you.
I should just end their suffering now right? It would be the nice thing to do right? But where is the fun in that?
No...they will watch as their life crumbles before their very eyes...how everything they hold dear will be ripped from their fingertips... I want to see their expressions as the realize that they are completely and utterly...
HOPELESS
Serves them right...who told them they could talk to you?
Who told them they could look at you?
Who told them they could think about you?
I certainly didn't...so it's only right that they get punished for trying to take what's mine.
You BELONG to me
I know you better than ANYONE
You're MINE
You can't run away...I won't let you
No one else can have you but me"
I had many ideas for this here's one of them, lmk if you want a different version😅
Hey were can i read that?
Finally a pov in which I can imagine myself as the yandere
You walked back from a reunion party. You felt exhausted and nauseous from all that alcohol you drank. Walking in the dark streets with blinking streets lights, sounds of crickets. You felt at ease of how relaxing it'll be walking alone with a cold breeze. As you lost in the relaxing feeling, a sound of someone stepped on a branch can be heard. It wasn't loud but its subtle. Shocked, you looked around to find the source of the sound. Yet you find nothing but you, alone, in the dark streets. You wander around for a bit to loosen up the dizziness. You started to feel sick and stumble upon a gorgeous fellow. His skin was white as snow. But you didn't mind all that and just continue your journey.
As you started to walk back past him, he grabbed your hands. You startled but easily calm down. He looks at you with a desperate and obsessed look on his face. You could see in his eyes that he's in love, crazy in love. You tried to ask him to let your hand go nicely, but he didn't let go, instead, he tighten his grips and smiles menacingly. "No one, not even a person, can touch you.. except for me." He laughs and even tighten his grips more. You flinched and knew something went wrong. The more you pull your hand, the more deeper his nails dug in your skin.
"..you. love me, don't you?" He stuttered and even shakes for a bit. You tried to calm him down, but before you even do that, he slaps you and attacks you in the face, with pain, you asked him to stop, immediately. The sound of your pain, makes it worse. A tear goes down from his eyes but he's still laughing. You passed out after several punches at your body.
"..hey"
"...you love me"
"....right?"
the sound of metal clinking, you were breathing heavily. Your body were full of bruises, your hands, legs and neck were chained like a dog. You could see someone in a blurry vision. A man with a mischievous grin and a red face. He caresses your face and kisses you. You didn't enjoy it though. Not this time. His laugh made you weak. Its scary, horrifying even when he smiles. He looks at you again with a slight smile.
"You're mine."
You gritted your teeth and clenches your fist. "Who are you? Why- Why did you do this to me?!" You shouted on the top of your lungs. He smirks seductively and laughs at you before he takes a step forward and grabs your face. He glares at you, "How did you not know, baby?~ It's Scara, Scaramouche." You feel like your legs weaken and falls down to the ground. As you sob in tears and hugging your legs, he crouches, and whispers at your ear, "Don't worry, love. We'll be making love till the end of our lives. Be prepared, because I don't think you're ready." He leans back and smirks at you. You cried even more as he walks out of there. In your head, all you think is,
-STAY ALIVE-
damn thats not even that long😭😭
Heaven's playlist + cai / dreams / sleeping = LITERAL HEAVEN
REAL
(Fem! reader, might have wrong grammar:
BRO..... THE NARRATION🔛🔝
Teach me how to narrate line you.
I have little context for this character, but nonetheless, here is a little story bc there aren't many here yet :3 (sorry if he is ooc, or if the self insert character does something you wouldn't, this is just fiction)
A grin glinted in the darkness. The slight creaking of the floorboards fell upon deaf ears of the girl sleeping in her bed. Her makeup that she had neglected to wash off from yesterday was a bit smudged, and her mouth let out a slight breeze as she breathed.
He had waited long enough. She hadn't noticed him as he stood beside her while she took the bus. She didn't glance up from her phone that one day at the coffee shop. Even as he passed her multiple times on the sidewalk as she took her stroll she merely glanced at him.
But that glance was all he needed to know that he was infatuated with her.
Her eyes were so pretty... her lips looked soft albeit slightly chapped... but that could be fixed. He would fix her. Make her love him. That was best.
He loomed over the sleeping woman, his eyes drilling into her skill... oh the restraint it took to not tear off her clothes... maybe tear off her arms so she couldn't fight back... break her ankles... yes. He would do that. Then they could be together forever! She wouldn't mind when she sees how much he loves her, how much he would devote himself to her.
"I will never leave you alone again" he said softly, grinning down at his property.
She stirred at the noise. Oh no, would she scream when she saw him? Surely not. He loved her. She was *his.*
She didn't wake up. Welp, maybe taking her arm would wake her? He took out hedge trimmers and clamped down on her upper arm. That woke her up.
A gnarled scream erupted from her. They all did that. Maybe it was a scream of love? That was it. She loved him so much she couldn't do anything but scream as he so graciously took her arm. That way maybe she would set down that phone and pay attention to him! What a good idea.
He grinned as she writhed. His hand grabbed her neck and pressed in. This calms them down. Once she stopped flopping around, he lopped off the other arm. This awoke her again, but she just opened her eyes. She looked so sleepy. So relaxed... beautiful.
"Hello, lovely. Remember me?" He kissed her. It was better than he imagined. He loved kisses. "I have watched out for you for so long. I stopped you from meeting up with that man at the coffee shop. You know, you shouldn't meet with people you meet online. It's dangerous. I wouldn't want my property to get stolen, would I?"
The girl let out a soft whimper. Maybe of relief. He did save her from that guy... maybe a whimper of pleasure? Did she like bleeding? Well, why keep her from such a pleasure. Chuckling knowingly, he clamped the trimmers down on her ankle, cutting it clean off.
Water dripped out of her eyes... tears. She must really love this if it is bringing forth rears of joy.
"Oh, my love, you are so gorgeous when you are being pleasured..." He decided to keep her remaining foot. Maybe she liked that foot. Or maybe he was just selfish, denying her pleasure...
A whine left her. The noise sounded distant and strained. She really wanted that foot gone, huh... ah well. Maybe he could take it home with him separately.
CHOP
The foot fell to the ground with a thud. Scaramouche took a step back to admire his work. Blood poured out of her open wounds as she lay there panting. But the clothes... they covered her. He didn't like that.
He grabbed the fabric and tore it away from her body, exposing her skin in all its glory. Blood had gotten on some parts as he had maybe not taken enough care to keep the mess off more skin than needed... well, nonetheless she still looked perfect.
Her body seemed to be more still... she was relaxing! Soon she would be able to sit in with all his other bodies. Then his collection would be complete. No other woman would be beautiful enough to satisfy him... though that was what he said all the other times until he had to go outside again and saw another one.
Soon her pulse stopped. Perfect, she was completely relaxed. Now to take her home.
He stuffed her into a dufflebag and dragged her back home under the blanket of night.
He opened his door to the sight of the other bodies. Their eyed cold and unmoving as they stared in his direction, their skin flaking and covering the floor with dead cells. Thus was probably normal. They were still alive, they were just so relaxed they didn't want to move.
They enjoyed it here, getting fucked nearly every day... he smiled as he looked at the remains of his fun crusted on their thighs. They wore it so well... one, laying face up on the floor, still held his morning load in her mouth like a cup.
It was time to show his new toy how well he would treat her here. She would get all the nutrients she needed from his shaft. It was a flawless system showed by the rest of the bodies that were alive still.
He pulled her body out of the bag and set her up, facing her towards the door so she wouldn't have to move to see him enter in through that door when he came home.
Now. The travels probably had made her hungry. I guess it was time to feed her...
*Zip*
i am absolutely flabbergasted...
HOLY SHIT
That was terrifying god damn
Bro idk what to say I’m shocked in a good way this was so good 0-0
@@__ang3l_ that was my goal :3
@@mochachaiteaMCT thank you! Glad it had an effect. I was wondering if I did enough 😅
JEZUZ CHRIS😭😭😭 IM TRAUMATIZED BUT IN A GOOD WAY, KINDA IN A TRAUMATIZED BY THE TERRIFYINGLY GOOD WRITING YK??? JEZUZ😭😭😭
I came back with the POV!!
Excuse any grammatical errors, I am not a native English speaker.
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Curse words, a little of lime, violence(?), Fem! Reader cause I can’t write anything else sorry ☹️.
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All he ever needed was my approval to our marriage. My friends always told me the first 6 months he’d be a sweetheart and after that, he’d change completely.
I wish I could’ve followed their hints. Now, all I can do is pluck roses for them every month and pray for my husband’s downfall.
He is complete shit and his mouth is full of lies dressed up as innocent truths. But, how could anyone believe poor, little Y/N over the perfect, innocent Scaramouche? Hell, even his mother covers up all the bullshit he does behind my back.
Talking about the devil in flesh, it’s about time he gets home. “Oh, my dearest, Y/N.” He sang, I almost teared up, knowing he used the same name for when I caught him slaughtering my only comfort. How dearly did I miss my Aether..
“Hm? Why do you seem so down, has being locked up gotten into you?” He laughed, glancing at my short dress, “Seems the maids did a great job, not only keeping you here but, also in dressing you.” All he was met was by my glare, he frowned.
“Don’t you think they deserve a raise, my love?” “I think they deserve to leave this household alive, Kunikuzushi.” “I guess you’re right. But where is the fun in that? Besides, I saw one of them staring too much at your pretty lips.” “She was doing my makeup!” I snapped.
I knew he was enjoying seeing me angry, but unfortunately something caused him to frown. Then again, I was met with the same expression he made when he killed Aether. His eyes that were once so lovely and warm were now full of crazed obsession.
“What was that, Y/N?” His tone sent shivers down my spine, “Do you like her a little too much? Do you feel attached?” “N-No..” I mumbled, my eyes widened seeing him smile. He patted my head and I felt an electrifying feeling. “Stop!” I sobbed, “Stop what, darling?” He smirked.
A few moments later, I somehow got accustomed to the feeling, dizziness being too overwhelming to stay awake. “Once you wake up, you’ll find a very pretty gift on the table. Make sure to open it.” Once I passed out, he laughed. “And take it as a last warning. Because if you don’t love me like you swore you would on the altar. Your mother’s head is the one you’re going to find next, Y/N.”
Scaramouche made sure I would wake up on the last hour. I headed to the living room and saw a box, I frowned. I extended my arm to grab it, but a metallic smell caught my attention. I didn’t need to open the box anymore. I felt hands grab my waist and a body press against mine. I didn’t want to accept my reality, I wanted to go back and have never accepted my friends invitation to the club.
“Are you going to open the gift, love? I made it just for you..” He smiled against my skin, “I don’t need to open it..” I sniffed, “I already know who it is.” “Good.” He laughed, “I could see your ass cheeks from across the room, you slut.” He sucked my neck, “Let me go, you crazy asshole!” I cried, he seemed to like my struggling so I stopped and calmed myself.
“I love you, Y/N.” “I hate you.” He smiled, it all seemed to go well in his little world. He rubbed himself against me, I could hear his groans. He disgusted me. Kunikuzushi was disgusting, if only he hadn’t turned out like this. “No one else can have you but me..” He giggled like a girl confessing to her high school crush.
If only I wasn’t so powerless against this man.
I'm surprised and for some reason scared... But anyways, good job on the POV!
@@lunakv8986 AHAHAHSH Thank you, I kind of forgot I made a POV
holy fack these wattpad worthy stories x this music is literal heaven 💫
Time to resume reading Dirty, Little, Traitor on Wattpad with this one
Good luck
Is it good? Asking for a friend👀
I was wondering why it sounded off and forgot my video speed was up to 1.5 I'm sobbing, amazing playlist heaven! You always hit the nail dead center :D
aww, thank you so much! that means a lot!! 🥺💗
I KNEW THIS WILL BE A GOOD SCARA PLAYLIST WHEN IT STARTS WITH SEXY BACK AHHHHHHHH😩😩😩😩
"You can run and hide all you want. You can express your anger and disgust towards me. But we all know that you cannot deny the excitement and pleasure I bring into your life."
I love every Scaramouche playlist, this is no exception ♡
idk what i was doing. this is from aether’s pov. and in first person. sorry if it's bad but enjoy 😭also this playlist is really nice, good job!!
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I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I won the heart of the Balladeer. Really, how could I have known?
…I was a fool. Naïve to what a lonely heart would do for eternal affection.
The night sky of Teyvat was adorned with twinkling stars, the crickets singing a melody that echoed throughout the lands. The grass crunched underneath my boots as my golden eyes scanned across the stygian forest, searching for Scaramouche after his sudden disappearance. My nose picks up a faint scent of iron wafting in the air.
Something is wrong here. Very wrong.
Rushing towards the source of the smell, my eyes end up landing on the figure of… Scaramouche.
Blood. Blood everywhere.
The grass around him, once green and lush, is now stained with a horrifying scarlet. Standing over what I can only describe as the remains of an unrecognizable corpse, it’s guts strewn all over the place, Scaramouche licks his hand, his tongue trailing over dripping blood.
…As if sensing my presence, he slightly turned his head in my direction, his violet eyes glowing with an insatiable bloodlust.
“Aether.”
A low growl escaped his lips as he uttered my name. The threatening tone of his voice sent a wave of anxiety throughout my being, fear coursing in my veins. It didn’t help that he was standing over a disemboweled body, of course. Swallowing the urge to puke, I manage to muster out a few words, albeit pathetic.
“...Scaramouche. What… What is this? What did you do? _Why is there a corpse right in front of you?”_ As if that wasn’t self-evident.
It didn’t take long before he fully turned around to face me, and I was able to take in his figure fully. Blood on his cheek… his pale hands… his clothing… sandals… everywhere.
At the sight of my whitening skin and my eyes becoming as wide as saucers, Scaramouche’s lips twisted into a delighted smile.
“Ah… That look. I’ve always loved that look of pure horror. It’s so…”
He pauses, walking right up to me and extending a bloodied hand to my cheek. A lock of my golden hair is brushed aside rather tenderly, almost making me forget the gory scene right in front of me.
“...Delicious.” He coos, his warm breath grazing my cheek. “I wonder… just how much I can make that look on your face last. It's absolutely exhilarating...”
…What is that feeling called when you’re scared? Scared for your life? When your feet feel like they’re stuck to the ground and you can’t move… even if your mind is screaming at you to run? When your heart is thrashing around in your chest? When your skin gets clammy and your knees begin to twitch from anticipation?
…Ah. I remember now.
It’s dread.
I manage to unglue my feet from the ground, heavy as they feel, and begin to run. Run for my life. I’m no match for a Harbinger of his prestige at my current level. My footsteps thud against the ground, for a few good seconds, before-
_Thunk._
My world fades to black as my body collapses on the forest floor.
When I regain consciousness, I’m instantly greeted by a pounding pain in my head and the feeling of cold stone beneath me. Attempting to soothe myself, my hands try to move towards my temples, only for a rattling sound to be produced from my wrists. In a half-conscious state, I try moving them again to no avail. Rattle. Clink.
My eyes finally flutter open, landing on Scaramouche looming above me in all his glory. Before I get a chance to look at my surroundings, he leans in and grasps my chin, whispering.
“Hey, sleepyhead… I see you’ve woken up. How do you like your restraints, hmm? I made them extra comfortable just for you, my darling…”
Restraints. Is that what’s preventing me from moving? I snap my head towards my wrists.
Painstakingly obvious metal cuffs lay clasped around my wrists, bound to the wall by chains. This is a dungeon, isn’t it? It must be. A dungeon for the Fatui’s cruel methods. Ah… How the hell did I ever get here?
“Scaramouche… What… What in Teyvat’s name did you do? What did you do? Why did you do that? Why did you…” I repeat the question over and over again, as if I’ll get an answer that isn’t absolutely insane. As if I didn’t see a lifeless corpse laying in front of the man I love.
He leans in, his sharp violet eyes gazing into my own. Narrowing them with amusement as his lips curved up, he answered, “...Well? Is it not obvious? I did it for you, Aether.”
“...For me? What…?”
“Of course. Everything I do is for you, Aether. That girl… That useless scum, that waste of oxygen… she was going to take you away from me. Don’t think I didn’t see how she touched your arm.” His nails slightly dug into my chin, his tone dripping with loathing, before his face softens once more.
He continued. “But I saved you. Our love… It’s eternal, you see? You’ve accepted me as I am… A broken puppet, that is. You loved me when nobody else did… taught me how to live. How to smile. How to… _love._ And nobody can get in the way of that. Nobody… Even if I have to resort to unconventional methods.”
“...You’re… You’re sick. You killed her, spilled out her guts… just for that? Just because she talked to me?” I spit out, my eyes widening with both trepidation and anger.
A silvery laugh, full of mirth, escaped his throat. “Hahaha! You don’t get it, do you?” He further closed the proximity between us, his gaze boring into my soul. “...Do you know why I do it? Why I killed her? No, let me rephrase… Why I’ve killed so many people for _you?”_
“...No.” I murmur, now feeling fear overcoming me.
“...I thought so. Aether… I want you to remember something. Something… that will be true for the rest of eternity. You are forever bound to me. And I… am forever bound to you. And for that reason, _my darling…”_ A deranged grin danced across his lips, a possessive glimmer in his eyes. Every word he spoke made my world crumble even more.
*_“No one else can have you but me.”_*
I-I….I..regret pressing the show more button 😭
Also gj :)
sorry :(
OMGG UR STORY TELLING IS SO GOOD
I wasn't a Scaramouche fan until your videos. 😳
I am so grateful for you blessing me with another Scaramouche playlist, truly thankful 🙏🙏🙏i shall be looping this for the next weeks 🙇♀💕💕💓💖💖
The first song got me arching my back and kicking my feet 😍😍😍(I’m gonna do a POV later wait for me)
is it “later” yet 🥲🥲
Girl it have been 4 months 🧍🏻♀️
Hi Heaven!! 🌷
How are you ?
Heaven, this is the best surprise ever because today is my birthday 🥺💗
Thank you so much for this playlist!! I love it so so much!!
I hope everyone is doing great and that you all are safe, in good health and with your loved ones. 🫂
Have a wonderful day/night everyone 🌠😘
Take care and stay safe 🌸
OMG HII SAMM! 💗
I wish you the happiest birthday today! May you have the best sweets to eat, good health, and more peaceful yet beautiful days to come until your next birthday! 🥺 I am so happy to be able to celebrate this wonderful day with you even though we’re mostly communicating in the comments section 💗
I won’t make this comment about me because you’re the one we should be talking about for your big day! I hope you’re doing amazing today, and that you’ll enjoy it! I also hope you’re safe with your loved ones 💗
Happy Birthday again, Sam! 🥰💗
@@heavenlyly_ 🥺💗AWW Heaven, thank you so much for all your kind words and your well wishes !! You are too sweet and kind 😭🫂
I am so happy you're celebrating my birthday with me 🥰
I'm doing amazing today and I had a really good day.
And thank you so much again for your well wishes, you truly made my day. Thank you again for this amazing playlist!! It has become my favourite 💖
Thank you for making my day, Heaven. I'm so grateful to you. 🫂 You're an angel. 🤍
woah i can't wait to write a POV for this O-O
thanks for the playlist!
Came home from school to see a brand new playlist, and oh man this one did not disappoint.
wakey wakey girlies. haven has made another masterpiece
First song just a chef kiss😈
Ahh I love this so much thank you !!
this is SO good omfg
one of your best yet 😩♡♡♡
вау, это шедевр😍
THE WAY I LITERALLY LIVE FOR THESE ILY HEAVEN U MAKE MY DAY
AAAAA ILYT 🥺💗
I don’t know either to be terrified or turned on 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Это поразительно, сохраняю в любимое
THANK YEWWW FOR THISSS!!
An excellent dark playlist 😩😍
Oooo a new videooo I'm excited to see what is in store :D
Not me listening to this while studying.
Heaven playlists >>>>
BABE WAKEUP WE’RE LATE TO HEAVENS POST
Trevor Something and Aesthetic Perfection?? Geez, I... I... Really love they and that playlist, omg. 👓🤏😳💘
I literally got a genshin ad with wanderer in it.
Никто другой, кроме меня, не может обладать тобой
О, наконец-то нашла русский комментарий! Ура!))
NOW WE WAIT FOR THE POVS 🤰🏻
OH MY-
YIPPEE IM THE ONE THOUSANDTH LIKE!!
i literally just started and im already losing my mind
очень вкусно !!!!
Me: listens to this so I can go to sleep
//Also me before//: Oh- OK YOU CAN HAVE ME SIR, ANYTHING SIR😍❤️
Why do I want to eat this playlist? 😭
Birthday boy👁👄👁
More like possessive 🫢🫢🤭
idk why people are writing fanfics in the comments but im eating them up
4hrs AGO IM ON MY KNEES HEHHEJAHHSHSHS
I’m on my knees
I want to know the owner of the Scaramouche photo... IT REALLY MAKES ME CRAZY
Sorry, does anyone know what version/remix of Sexyback it is? I love it so much but I can’t find this version anywhere TvT
hi! i wrote everything in my timestamps, it’s in the pinned comment. this version of sexyback is sung by trevor something 💌
@@heavenlyly_ Ohh yeah, sorry I didn’t see it lol- Thank you so much!
5:49 I'm sorry BUT DID SHE JUST SAY "Don't you wish you could beat up black guys" LIKE IS NO ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT??
Edit: OH WHAT A HUGE RELIEF, JUST CHECKED OUT THE LYRICS, SHE DID INFACT *NOT* SAY THAT. THANK GOODNESS.
where im can find first song? this remix i mean
🤔🤷♀️
Emo boi with mommy issues is that you?
Heaven🥺🥺🥺