ariadnes-elixirs

[ariadnes-elixirs]

Hey sorry to bother you but how are you doing today for me I'm doing okay I guess but enough about me I want to know more about you and I want to know are you taking a self-care day also since your requests are out or your requests are open may I request a yandere 1980s husband x wife reader they of course live in a small town together in the countryside and nobody suspects the reader's husband to be a murderer the reader doesn't even know her husband's a murderer she just thinks he's a sweet guy and the husband he likes to keep it that way this could be anything you wanted to be it's up to you again sorry to bother you I hope you have a wonderful self-care day everyone deserves one.

you're so sweet kdjfkdksnc

i accidentally read the request wrong and made reader suspicious of him, but i still tried to stick to the rest of the original request.

sorry if its not quite what you wanted

yandere 1980s husband x wife reader

you started getting suspicious about two weeks ago.

at first, you tried telling yourself that there was nothing to worry about. your sweet, kind, and loyal husband? a murderer?

the two of you had been friends since elementary school, and he did became more and more protective over the years, but surely he's not actually a murderer...

recently, people in your little town started going missing. you lived in a small countryside town where everyone knew each other and it felt like a tight-knit community. so naturally, the string of disappearances was a shock to everyone.

at first, there was nothing to suspect. you're husband became much more overprotective than usual, but that was it.

but as the weeks passed, you started noticing things. since then, it slowly became harder and harder to justify the things you have seen.

it started with him coming home late, but he always bought flowers or a nice dessert on those days to try to make it up to you.

after that, it was him being extra affectionate, touchy, and clingy with you. nothing particularly unusual, but it seemed like he always had to be touching you.

whether it be holding hands, resting his head on your shoulder, hugging you, he seemed to be significantly amping up his already affectionate tendencies.

then, he stopped letting you handle the laundry. typically, you and your husband would swap household chores every other week to split the load, but suddenly you weren't allowed to touch a laundry basket.

that in itself wasn't suspicious.

what made you suspicious, was the specks of blood on his unwashed clothes.

he was having a rough time at work, so you tried to ease his burdens by doing the laundry. after you stumbled upon the lightly bloodied clothes, you tried to get the stains out yourself.

what tipped you off, was the empty bottles of bleach and hydrogen peroxide you found in the cabinets and in the laundry room trashcan. it wasn't just one or two either, it was at least a half dozen, but they all looked new.

it seemed like he was going through those two specific reagents at a rate way faster than he should have been.

a couple minutes after stumbling upon this discovery, your husband found you in the laundry room. you were still holding the bloodied shirt as he walked in, his eyes immediately locking onto the fabric in your hands.

he looked at the shirt for a couple seconds with an expression on his face that you couldn't quite read. then, suddenly looked at you and smiled.

he took the shirt out of your hands, laughing as he said "don't worry about laundry, my love. you deserve some rest and i really don't mind!"

since then, you've been keeping an eye out for anything weird. whether your concerns are rational is still up for debate, but your gut told you that something was wrong.

if you tried telling someone, what would they say? they'd probably remind you how sweet he is. how could you get mad at him for doing the laundry?

you loved him, dearly.

you didn't want to suspect him of anything.

he was your husband, your best friend, the kindest person you know.

plus, there was no real proof, right?

it's fine, it has to be fine.

you knew him, he was truly harmless. there's no way he could even hurt a fly, much less a person.

your sweet and adorable husband would never be able to do something like that anyways, right?

a/n: i would like to do a part 2 from his perspective cause i didnt really touch on that. but please let me know if that's something you'd be interested in!!

[ariadnes-elixirs]

hello!

quick update, i'm not dead

something should be coming out in the next couple days (assuming i don't get bombarded with Life again)

[ariadnes-elixirs]

oh? you're finally awake, my love~

(male yandere x gn kidnapped!reader)

t/w: kidnapping and themes of imprisonment

as you woke up, all you could feel was your head pounding. it took what was probably several minutes for you to even realize you weren't even in your own home.

you were sitting on a soft bed, but not under the covers or laying down. you felt your back pressing up against what felt like a headboard.

with your head still pounding, you tried to move your arms from your sides only to feel a sensation of something tugging at your wrists. despite your weary state, it occurred to you that your wrists were tied to the headboard with a silky fabric tied in a knot you couldn't wriggle out of.

then you heard the creak of a door opening and a blurry figure walked in. there was an audible gasp as he entered the room and presumably saw that you were awake, regardless of the fact that you were barely conscious.

"oh? you're finally awake, my love~"

you tried to blink the sleep from your eyes to get a better look at the figure as he kept talking.

"i'm so sorry about the restraints, i tried to pick the softest usable fabric so they wouldn't hurt"

as your blurry vision started coming into focus, you saw a man sitting near the right side of the bed leaning towards you. his hair was short yet fluffy and a striking shade of grey with some black roots that had started growing out.

he reaches his hand out to brush your face and gently smiles at you, way more gentle than a potential kidnapper should be smiling at his victim.

"i..." he caresses your face as he looks you in the eyes, still smiling, "i just want to keep you safe," he paused, "i couldn't stand to see you getting treated so poorly and constantly putting yourself in danger."

it was at this moment you realized that your pounding headache had mostly subsided, and you couldn't help but ask, "where... where am i?"

"oh? we're in my house!" he answers both enthusiastically while somehow keeping a lower volume. he continues speaking as he sees your look of confusion, "i'll answer all of your questions in time, my love, but right now you should probably eat something."

he gets up languidly before leaving the room. he leaves the door open as he exits and you try to get a good look at the area past the door.

not even 30 seconds later, he walks back in holding a plate of food. he returns to his position, sitting on edge of the bed's right side and holds the plate out in front of him.

"oh, don't worry about eating with your wrists tied! for now i'll just feed you myself!" he says, "oh... i know it must be uncomfortable, i'm truly sorry about that, but eventually i do plan on untying you once i can trust you not to run away."

"i just want you to be safe, and the safest place you could be is with me, in my-" he corrects himself, "our shared home."

"now open wide~"

a/n: short drabble, i hope to return to my normal posting schedule soon but i'll probably only be able to do short posts like this and requests

[ariadnes-elixirs]

anyways graceful punishment is SUCH a yandere coded song??

i've only been passively paying attention to enstars stuff since i've stopped playing but like

HUH?????? I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT???????????????

[ariadnes-elixirs]

hello

i have been consumed with work and real life stuff

i should probably officially announce my hiatus just so nobody thinks i'm dead

[ariadnes-elixirs]

hiii sorry ive been busy lately so i havent been able to write much

i do plan on getting elliott's next part out soon but i don't know when that will be jdjffjejfksk

[ariadnes-elixirs]

note — i accidentally posted the hcs before i was done! >~<, more anul content :>

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yandere!prince who drives himself mad over every interaction you have with another male, it's an unspoken rule that no one is allowed to look you in the eyes because the clingy bastard has a careful and constant eye watching over you

anul hardly ever lets you out of his sight, he goes, you go, you go, he goes. it's law.

so on the rare cases where he does have to leave your side, safe to say he's more than just a little grumpy. ( he slit the throat of his personal advisor because he was talking to loud )

your just doing you job, the job you were meant to do, cleaning and preparing for a party held for nobles in his upcoming inauguration. anul is obviously dreading this party, his father is being picky about evey little thing and said he'd banish you if he tries to bring you along. (he doesn't actually care he just is waiting patiently for the day he becomes king and his fathers word will mean nothing)

whats worse is theres this insect on his arm, buzzing nosily to him about nothing, the only good thing that actually came from it's mouth was when she asked about you.

"Oh you mean [Name], she's perfect isn't she?" He doesn't wait for a response, Anetha is dying listening to him go on and on and on about you, and she hardly gets it anyway! Your a maid, born from slum and you're hardly that pretty anyway, what did the Prince of Salttion see in you.

She makes a horrible mistake and tries to find out herself.

"Hello m'lady how may I he—" you don't get to finish your sentence before Anethea's gaurds are stomping you into the ground. It's not like you havent been in a situation like this before, but it's the fear of not knowing if you'd be able to escape let alone survive that makes you sob tears into your blood.

You're shoved into a closet before your found, Anul had tore every room apart looking for you ( literally, the door came flying off it's hinges as you fell to the ground unconscious. ) and sees pure, blood raging red when he cradleds your head in his lap. not even his father tries to reprimand him for his attentiveness to you, who ever had done this would pay in blood.

He can't control his breathing as they cart you away, he's right there with you of course, Anetha watching pleasantly, he catches the look and saves it for later.

When you finally wake up you feel sore, definitely brtter then when you were bloody and hurting in the dank closet but sore nonetheless. Anul is right besides you, his long violet hair wafting on your bed, his face planted into the cushions of the mattress breathing softly. How long had you been out? How long had the prince been here? He certainly didn't look like himself, hair messy, clothes rumpled.

You hesitated for a moment, reaching out to stroke his soft wavy hair, then without warning his jumped up and statched at your wrist. His eyes were bloodshot, (had he been crying, did something else happen while you were out?) and the hold on your wrist was only getting tighter.

"A-Anul, you're hurting me." he lets go in an instant and immediately sits up to hold you in his arms.

"Oh god, I thought you—" he choked and let go to place a kiss on your lips. they were chapped, but warm.

you only blinked, he didn't care that you hadn't kissed him back. "I am going to gut that pig alive you hear me?" he said squeezing your cheeks.

"I am going to peel her insides till they look like confetti alright?" he said desperately, "I failed to protect you, and look what happened. Oh my baby, my poor baby." he cried, kissing your cheeks lettinf his tears fall freely on his face.

"And you [Name], are to never leave my side again, I've already made arrangements for you to sleep with me so it won't be a problem." you flinched at the finality in his words but Anul couldn't tell.

All he could see waa the bruising of your face and a lot of bodies he'd have to dispose of, because he wasn't just going after that noble who'd set you up.

For generations he declared then and there anyone involved (directly or indirectly) in the attempted murder of his wife, would die a shameful and slow death.

[ariadnes-elixirs]

Yes hello I will sell my soul to you if you give us a “who did this to you” type reaction with the love and deep space boys WAIT walk with me their lover calls them trying not to cry asking them to come get them they show up BAM they see them with bruises barley holding it together the ask what happened BAM AGAIN tears just crying as they explain that someone they kind of knew made a pass at them and when they were shut down they hit them yeah they are a hunter but they were so stunned who’s losing it and about to commit a crime and who’s silently about to actually ruin their whole life for hitting their princess that the boys would love and die for

All seriousness I know I made light of the reaction but I fully understand the serious implications of it if you don’t feel comfortable or that this is maybe to heavy to post feel free to ignore it I couldn’t find any rules about what you wouldn’t write for I hope this request doesn’t make you uncomfortable or is triggering in any way and if it is I sincerely and deeply apologize

“Who did this to you?”

Or: LaDS men when someone hurts you

pairings: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb x Reader

WARNINGS: assault, harassment(please lmk if I missed smth)

content: hurt/comfort

a/n: someone tell me if the new format looks better

Xavier

The apartment was so quiet without you there.

Xavier was lying in bed, awake for a change.

He originally planned on taking a nap but as he noticed your side of the mattress being cold and untouched, he couldn’t fall asleep.

Sleep refused to come to him, while you were still out with your friends.

He couldn’t resist the unease in the back of his mind, gnawing at him.

He kept his phone close, just in case you needed him.

He finally felt his eyelids getting heavier, when the shrill buzz of his phone brought him back.

Your name lit up the screen and he instantly sat up.

His lips curled up into a small smile.

He picked up, anticipating your sweet voice.

But the moment he answered, all he was met with, were soft, broken sobs.

He felt the blood in his veins freeze.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

His voice missing its usually composure.

His was already moving before his mind had even caught up.

His posture was rigid as he got off the bed.

“Xavier, can you come get me, please?”

Your voice cracked, barely being above a whisper.

Before you could even hear his reply, Xavier already teleported across the city, he couldn’t be bothered to grab a jacket or change his clothes.

The moment he appeared before you, his heart broke.

You were standing under a flickering streetlight, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as if to hold yourself together.

Tears were running down your cheeks and there was a slight tremble throughout your body.

But what made his hands curl into fists, were the bruises on your face, ugly, purple marks marking your perfect skin.

He didn’t move at first.

He couldn’t.

The fury raging inside of him was dangerous, violent.

He felt, that if he moved a muscle, he’d lose the weak grip he had on his restraint.

His jaw was locked, eyes raking over your form, taking in all your injuries.

His voice came out quietly, deathly calm but laced with barely contained anger.

“Who did this to you?”

You sniffled, forcing out the words,

“I thought he was a friend. The others left, we were standing here together and then-“

You interrupted yourself by choking on your words,

“He was-“

You inhaled deeply, trying to pull yourself together,

“When I rejected him, he got angry. He hurt me.”

The world around Xavier blurred momentarily, he felt consumed by the rage running through him, his ears were ringing.

But louder than that, was the sound of you, crying.

That’s what pulled him back.

You first

You were always first

He approached you, slow, careful steps, with his arms open but he wasn’t forcing you.

He was waiting, waiting for you to come to him.

You stumbled forward, collapsing into his chest.

The way he held you was oh so tender, one hand caressing the back of your head, the other drawing soothing circles into your back.

He was shaking now, not out of anger but the overwhelming desire to protect, to heal, to be enough to make all your pain go away.

“I’m here.”

He whispered into your hair,

“You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you again. I swear to you.”

Your sobs only came out stronger and he simply held you tighter, encouraging you to let it all out.

Minutes passed like that. Hours, maybe. Time didn't matter.

Once your cries finally turned softer, becoming hiccuping breaths, he pulled back just enough to tilt your head up.

His usually bright eyes were burning with something darker, colder.

“His name. Tell me.”

His voice was low, dangerous

You hesitated but you knew Xavier.

You knew he wouldn’t let this go, not when it came to you.

You whispered the name and watched Xavier’s expression harden into something even more terrifying.

“Let’s get you home.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, brushing away any left over tears.

“I’ll have to go for a bit after.”

There was a finality in his words, a promise.

You grabbed onto his sleeve weakly,

“Xavier, don’t. It’s not worth it.”

He looked down at you, pausing and his gaze softened again.

“For you,”

His voice a murmur,

“there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

In the blink of an eye, he brought you home, before turning.

The night swallowed him up, like a silent predator.

He was going to hunt down the man who dared to hurt the one who was most precious to him.

Zayne

Zayne stepped out of the hospital, watching as the last golden rays of the setting sun stretched across the city.

It had been another long day and he couldn’t wait to see you again.

Just as he reached his car, his phone buzzed up.

A smile immediately curled onto his lips, as your name flashed on his phone screen.

Maybe you had finished up shopping just in time for him to come pick you up.

He answered on the first ring,

“Hello, darling-“

But he stopped mid sentence, when he heard a soft sniffle.

His heart plummeted.

Your name softly left his lips,

“What happened?”

His voice was sharp with panic now, he felt his muscles tensing.

Fighting your sobs, you tried to explain, while tripping over your words.

You ran into this guy you barely even knew.

At first, it seemed harmless enough, just engaging in some casual small talk with him.

Your answers were short and clipped, trying to be polite.

Then, when you tried to leave, he wouldn’t let you.

He blocked your way, getting increasingly more aggressive when you made it clear you weren’t interested.

Zayne tighten his grip on his phone, something tightening in his chest as he heard how the situation had escalated.

How you had gotten hurt.

You sounded so small. So scared.

“I’m on my way.”

He said firmly, getting into his car.

“Stay on the phone with me, alright? Tell me where you are.”

You gave him the name of grocery store, telling him you were waiting in the parking lot.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel, as he weaved through traffic, dreading every second he wasn’t by your side.

You kept talking.

Or rather, he kept you talking.

His voice was low and steady, even when you fell silent, he didn’t rush you, didn’t push.

Just making sure you knew he was there.

When he pulled into the parking lot, his breath caught in his throat.

You were sitting there, curled up on the curb.

Bruises visible on your skin, he noticed your wrist swelling from afar and the blood drying on the corner of your mouth.

But what really got him, was the hollow look in your eyes.

He wasted no time getting out of the car, he crossed the distance with long strides.

The moment you lifted your head and saw him, the tears started back up and you let out a broken sob.

You got to your feet, feeling almost apologetic.

“I’m sorry, Zayne. You’ve been working all day, I shouldn’t have dragged you here-“

He cut you off, his hands cupping your face gently, so carefully as to not hurt you further.

“Don’t. Don’t apologise for needing me.”

You could hear the emotion in his voice,

“I’m glad you called. You could never be a burden. Never.”

You finally let your body relax, falling into him and he caught you, arms wrapping around you, securely.

You two stayed still like that for a long moment, he was holding you safe against him and you clung to him.

He pulled back slightly, he brushed your hair out of your eyes, tenderly.

"Let’s get you taken care of."

He said softly.

He lead you to his car, opening the door for you and helping you in, a display of gentle care that made your eyes well back up.

The drive to the hospital was filled be a comfortable silence.

He kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other rested on your knee in a silent reminder, showing you that he was by your side.

As soon as you arrived, Zayne parked hastily.

He held your hand as he helped you inside.

His face was grim and his whole body was tense but every time he looked at you, his gaze softened.

Once inside, he immediately called over Dr. Greyson.

After a few short, urgent words, Greyson took you under his care, leading you to a hospital room.

Zayne squeezed your hand before letting go.

"I'll be right here."

He said, voice low but certain.

As the door shut behind you, your boyfriend stood still before it.

He could feel his usually steady hands clenching at his sides.

His mind was racing, needing to make sure the man who did this to you would never come near you, or anyone else for that matter, again.

He sighed, thinking of how to best comfort you later.

Zayne would take care of everything.

You were safe now.

Rafayel

Rafayel stood off to the side of the gallery’s floor.

He thought tonight’s exhibition to be especially insufferably boring, the pretentious crowd leaving him annoyed.

He would’ve flat out refused Thomas if it hadn’t been for your soft kisses earlier that evening and your promise that you’d be fine hanging out with your friends.

That, however, didn’t stop him from mourning the time he knew he could’ve spend together with you instead.

All night, his mind kept drifting to you, your smile, your hand that had lingered on his cheek as you said goodbye.

He kept checking his phone, hoping for a message from you.

Nothing yet.

Some keen socialite kept trying to converse with him, throwing buzzwords around that he couldn’t care less for.

His phone finally vibrated against his palm.

Rafayel didn’t excuse himself, he simply turned and left, not sparing them another glance.

He lifted the phone to his ear, a grin pulling at his lips.

Then, he heard you.

You were crying.

His playful demeanour vanished in an instant.

He felt his heart constricting in his chest and his body snapped to attention.

“Where are you?”

His voice was low and commanding, not leaving any room for arguments, sounding like he was ready to tear through anything that stood in his way.

You managed to choke out your location through your sobs, somewhere a few blocks away from the location you had initially met your friends at.

You softly asked if he could pick you, not wanting to cause him any trouble.

“Trouble?”

He echoed darkly,

“I’m on my way already. Find a store and stay inside. Don’t leave until you see me.”

Rafayel hung up without another word, heading straight for the exit, ignoring the confused calls from the people around him and Thomas’s protests.

Non of that mattered. Nothing aside from you mattered.

The drive to you was a blur of red lights and the sound of cars honking, nothing that made him slow down.

His hands clenched around the steering wheel so tightly, the leather was creaking under his grip.

It was like the only thought on his mind was you.

You were standing by the door of a small convenience store, when he finally pulled up.

Your eyes were wide and red from crying.

Once you spotted his car, relief washed over your posture and Rafayel was out of the car and by your side in seconds.

He reached for you, one hand gently wrapping around your elbow and the other ghosting above your waist as he looked you up and down.

Bruises. Bloody fabric. The fear still lingering in your wide eyes.

Rafayel’s jaw clenched so hard the thought his teeth might end up cracking.

His body and mind were screaming for him to do something, to destroy someone but he forced himself to stay soft and gentle with you.

“What happened, cutie?”

He asked in a low tone,

He noticed the way you hesitated first but then you opened up.

You told him how your friends had all left one by one until you were alone with a man you barely knew.

You tried to leave before things got weird, but things ended up getting weird anyway.

He started making gross, inappropriate comments and when you tried to shake him off, he followed.

And lastly how when you turned him down for good, he decided to hurt you.

Rafayel didn’t interrupt you once as you were speaking.

He listened in silence, drinking in every word, every tremble of your voice and every tear that slid down your cheeks.

Once you finished, he pulled you into his arms, the way he touched you was so soft, so careful, almost reverent.

Like he was afraid any amount of pressure could hurt you.

As he held you close, he pressed his face into the top of your head, inhaling deeply.

“I got you.”

He murmured.

“I’m not letting go.”

He wasn’t pushing for the man’s name, not yet.

He wouldn’t ask for details he could find out later.

Right now, all you needed was him.

He carefully lead you to his car, helping you settle in.

You two spend the rest of the night relaxing.

Once you had gotten back home, he took all the time in the world to tend to you.

He gently cleaned the scrapes on your arms and knees.

He gave you one of his sweaters, having it frame you like a shield.

He made you drink water, brought you warm towels and curled around you on the couch.

Once exhaustion overtook you, you drifted off to sleep, leaning against him, your fingers curled loosely in his shirt.

And only when he was certain, that you were fast asleep, your breathing steady, did Rafayel slowly and carefully remove himself from under you.

He made sure to tuck you in properly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

And then his expression hardened into something sharp and dangerous as he picked up his phone again.

No one would hurt you and walk away.

He’d make sure of that.

By morning, that man would regret ever laying a hand on you.

Sylus

Sylus was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth while the meeting was dragging on.

The men sitting across from him kept talking and talking about things he could easily fix in his sleep.

His mind was elsewhere, with you.

He couldn’t wait until this was done and he could get home, grab a bottle of something decent and have you curl up against him, just as you had planned.

Thinking about you, waiting for him, a sleepy smile grazing your lips, was the only thing keeping him from snapping at the idiots in the room.

Then his phone vibrated in his jacket’s pocket.

He knew it was you but that thought didn’t exactly excite him.

As he read your name on his phone, he straightened.

You never called him while you knew he was working, not unless something was wrong.

Sylus quickly lifted his hand, silencing the man who was mid sentence.

He stood up casually, answering the call with his usual teasing charm.

"What's up, kitten?"

The moment your broken sobs reached his ears, his expression shifted.

You were crying so hard you could barely breathe.

He didn’t care about anything else but you, didn’t care for the men hearing the desperation in his voice,

“Talk to me, love. Breathe. Tell me what’s wrong.”

It took you a few seconds, your voice shaking but you finally managed to gasp out,

“Can you please come pick me up?”

He stalked out of the room, offering no explanation.

“I’m coming.”

There was no need for Sylus to ask where you were, you had stayed late at the Hunter’s Association to finish some reports.

He was familiar with your routine.

He quickly send Mephisto to your location.

On his way, he broke more than enough traffic laws as he ripped from the N109 Zone to Linkon City.

Your broken sobs kept replaying in his head and it caused him to lose focus multiple times, you were the only thought running through his mind.

When he finally screeched into a street near the Association, his gaze locked onto you immediately.

You were sitting on the sidewalk, looking so small.

Mephisto was protectively perched near you.

Luke and Kieran look out from the car, feeling bad seeing you like this.

Sylus moved without thinking.

He dropped to his knees right in front of you, the expression he was wearing was heartbreakingly soft.

One of his hands landed on your leg.

You looked up at him with tired and red rimmed eyes, a weak smile tugging at your lips,

“Hi.”

You whispered hoarsely, voice weak.

His chest tightened as he looked at you.

The desire to tear the city apart burning inside of him.

He controlled himself,

“Ready to go home, kitten?”

You nodded, lips trembling.

Sylus helped you up, wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you as if you were made of glass.

Once you were standing again, you quickly covered your mouth with your hand and started sobbing again.

Sylus was hurting with you.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering calming things, trying anything to ease your pain.

You clung onto him as he lead you to the car.

Once you were both settled in, Luke took off, driving back to the N109 Zone, while Kieran was glaring daggers out of the window.

You two were sitting in the back together and he was cradling you against his side.

His fingers brushed through your hair.

When you gained the strength to open up, you did.

While your voice was hitching here and there, you told him about the man, some guy you only knew through mutual friends, who ended up cornering you once you left the association’s building.

You told about how he kept pestering you, making disgusting comments, refusing to leave you alone.

How, when you finally turned him down firmly, he got violent.

Sylus listened to every word, not interrupting you once.

He didn’t ask for the guy’s name.

He didn’t need to.

He already had everything he needed.

For now, you were all that mattered.

Arriving at the base, Sylus carried you inside like you weighed nothing.

He set you down on his bed, covering you with the soft blanket.

He cleaned your wounds with a patience he wasn’t known for.

His touch never hurt.

Every single one of his movements was an unspoken promise,

“No one will ever hurt you again.”

He stayed close all night.

Held you until you felt better.

Ran his fingers through your hair until morning came and you fell asleep, curled up in his arms.

And once he was sure, absolutely sure, you were truly asleep, did he slowly pull away.

He softly kissed you on the lips.

Then, he straightened.

Rolling his shoulders, his eyes turned dark.

He wasn't going to leave this to his men.

No, Sylus was going to personally make sure that bastard understood exactly what it meant to touch what belonged to him.

By morning, the world would be free of one more pest.

And Sylus would be back before you had even woken up.

Caleb

Night was just starting to roll around when Caleb finally returned home.

His uniform felt suffocating after such a long day.

He was halfway through unbuttoning his coat, when his phone buzzed.

Your name lit up his screen.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He figured you and your friends must've wrapped up earlier than expected, and you needed him to come pick you up.

He picked up immediately.

But the moment he heard your voice, that smile crumbled.

You were crying, not the usual soft sniffles from watching a sad movie or dropping your snack.

This was gut wrenching, helpless sobbing.

Caleb stilled, his body tensed, something deep inside of him breaking at the sound of your pain.

“Hey, hey,”

He quickly said, voice gentle.

“What wrongs, pips? I’m here.”

You were stumbling over your words, hiccuping,

“Do you think you could pick me up now?”

You sounded so small, so weak.

“Of course.”

He answered without hesitation,

“Stay where you are and keep your location on.”

Not that he needed it.

He already knew where you were.

Near the old library.

He always kept tabs, not because he didn’t trust you, but because he needed to make sure you were safe in a world that wasn’t always.

Caleb wasted not time, not even bothering to change out of his uniform.

The streets were relatively empty but even if they weren’t, it wouldn’t have changed anything.

Caleb wanted to get to you as quickly as he possibly could, that meant ignoring speed limits and red lights.

When he spotted you, his heart broke.

You were sitting on a pair of steps, rubbing your eyes sore.

You looked up when you heard the screech of his tires and the slam of his car door.

Caleb was running towards you.

He stopped a few steps away.

His purple eyes roamed over you quickly, taking in the bruises that were forming and how disheveled you looked, the way you were shrinking in on yourself.

His eyes darkened, hands balled into fists at his sides and his muscles were flexing under his uniform.

“Who did this?”

Voice rough, barely a restrained growl.

His whole body was screaming for violence, to hurt someone back, inflict what they had done to you.

You shook your head, tears spilling again.

Caleb instantly softened.

The fury on his face was replaced by a loving look.

"Come here."

He murmured, stepping forward.

His arms pulled you into an embrace, so carefully that it made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

And to him, you were.

You leaned into him, your sobs were muffled and he was whispering sweet nothings against the crown of your head.

You pulled back just enough to speak, your voice trembling.

You started explaining,

how your two friends had to leave early and how the guy one of them had brought along, had stayed behind.

At first, it wasn’t too weird.

A few uncomfortable jokes, some flirting you politely brushed off.

But it didn’t stop, even when you mentioned Caleb, your boyfriend.

He just became more aggressive, more persistent.

Until you tried to leave, that’s when he became physical.

Caleb didn’t say a word.

He didn’t have to.

You knew what he felt through his arms tightening around you.

Showing his anger, how he was hurt for you, telling that no one would touch what’s his.

The kiss he pressed to your forehead was grounding.

He lead you into the car, buckling you in himself.

Once you two were back in his apartment, he ran you a warm bath.

He was staying close, helping you clean up if you as much as asked.

He fetched you some soft towels, your favourite hoodie of his, anything that he knew would comfort you.

He was sitting right outside of the bathroom door while you soaked, close for you to call his name so he could be there in an instant.

Later, as you were curled up in his bed, wearing his hoodie, lying under a mountain of blankets, Caleb sat beside you.

He was reassuring you, squeezing your hand that was holding onto his.

He kissed your knuckles, he lingered, murmured promises against your skin.

He whispered,

“I won't let anyone touch you ever again."

You eventually drifted off to sleep, coaxing you to.

And once he was sure, Caleb stood from the bed quietly, moving like a ghost.

He headed straight for his office.

He overlooked his screens, fingers flying over the controls, looking into camera footage, facial recognition, movement trackers.

It didn’t take long to find that bastard.

Caleb’s eyes were cold as he tapped a finger against his cheek, calculating.

Joining the fleet and ever had taught him how to fight in ways that left no witnesses, no survivors, no traces.

The man who hurt you would find his life dismantled piece by piece.

His reputation, his finances, his freedom, all gone in the blink of an eye.

No one could protect him from Caleb’s wrath now.

And when Caleb finally returned to bed, slipping under the covers and pulling you close to him, he softened once again.

He held you, trying to make you feel his silent promise.

The promise that no one would ever hurt you again.

Not while Caleb was still breathing.

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking of a villain yandere...

(male yandere x gn vigilante reader)

tw: things like implied violence and description of injuries. no yandere behavior yet, but it will come.

in a world full of glamorous and shining stars, you were one of the ones that actually deserved that title. the "heroes" claim to be bringers of justice and champions of the people, but everyone knows that's not true anymore.

in the beginning, the heroes and their agencies did genuinely begin and operate with the intentions of helping the general public. now, they turn a blind eye to anyone that isn't from a wealthy area. they're only interested in what makes them the most money, which means they only fight the big bad "villains," and help the people who can pay the most.

fortunately, you had the power to actually make a difference. instead of working as a hero, you decided to embark on a different path.

two years ago you became a vigilante.

two years of helping the people who need it the most.

two years of helping the people who couldn't cough up the cash to keep the heroes interested.

someone needed to deal with the less-than-glamorous problems that the heroes conveniently forget about.

someone needed to deal with the issues and crimes the heroes refused to touch.

and that person was you.

~

as you were finishing up a patrol, you noticed a slumped silhouette in an alleyway. you couldn't tell what it was at first, but you realized it was definitely alive when it started moving

as you approached, you moved quietly and cautiously, trying to assess the situation before making any snap judgements. all you could see from this distance was a dark human-shaped blob.

you crept closer and closer, now around five meters away while trying to stay silent. as you steadily moved forward, you could make out more of the figure.

it looked like a man on the taller side. you noticed that, he was wearing some loose and dark clothing that obscured his figure. it looked to be reminiscent of a techware style, designed with functionality in mind above fashion.

there was no mask or anything covering his face, but you could see a small cut cross the right side of his face.

he appeared a conventionally handsome man, probably in his twenties, and had dark hair to his ears.

the man was slumped on the ground, possibly unconscious. his dark clothing also made it difficult to check for injuries, but further examination revealed a small trail of blood coming from elsewhere leading to the man.

after this making observation, you crossed the remaining distance and crouch directly in front of him.

it was clear that someone had attacked him and he had managed to escape. in addition to the trail of blood, his gloved hands appeared to be clutching some small object.

maybe someone mugged him and tried to take... whatever that is?

or maybe he took it from someone?

you weren't totally sure, but it wouldn't be the first time you ran into someone in a situation like this. while it may seem stupid at first glance, you decided the best course of action would be to bring him to your apartment to patch him up.

bringing a complete stranger covered in blood to your home generally isn't a good idea. however, you don't know this guy's financial situation and if he can afford to go to a hospital. additionally, you need to determine the severity of his injuries before deciding whether he needs medical assistance from a professional.

after making what could possibly be the dumbest decision of your life, you remind yourself of what you set out to do when becoming a vigilante.

you set out to help everyone you could, and if you had the means to help, you would.

most superpowers were separated into different classes based on their roles in combat. technically, your power officially falls under the "support" class, but it has its applications both in and out of combat.

you happen possess the unique gift of lulling someone to sleep and then keeping them asleep until you wish to wake them.

your opponent can't fight if they're asleep, right?

all it takes is your target being in your line of sight and a snap of your fingers.

the man was already almost out cold, so there's no harm in just... making sure he's completely out cold.

snap

as the rest of his consciousness leaves him, he completely slumps over onto ground in front of him.

you move to pick him up, noting that he is more... lanky... than he appears. eventually, you are able to bring him up and throw his arm around your shoulder in a makeshift fireman carry. from this position, you can move him, albeit slowly, to your apartment.

~

somehow, this turned what should be a five minute walk into a thirty minute herculean task. you underestimated just how tired you were after a full day's work and a five hour patrol.

eventually, you make it up to your apartment while carrying the man. as you feel your strength about to fail, you gently set the man down on the ground in front of you so you can find your keys and unlock the door.

once your front door is open, you drag him to your living room couch as gently as you can. at this point, you can't even muster the strength to lift him up onto the couch. usually you don't keep someone unconscious for more than a couple minutes, so thirty minutes of using your powers really made the fatigue hit you even harder.

you can feel your legs about to give out as well, but you have to deliver first aid as soon as possible.

one catch that comes with your powers is that to put someone to sleep and keep them asleep, they have to constantly be in your line of sight.

in order to make sure he stays asleep, you keep your eyes on him and walk backwards into your bathroom. then, you make a run for it to grab the first aid supplies and return to where you can see him as quickly as possible since he's left your line of sight.

now holding the first aid supplies and rushing back to his side, you notice that even with your power's grip weakening, he's still out like a rock.

this gives you the chance to further assess his wounds and patch him up. after removing his jacket, vest, and shirt, you can finally get a decent look at his torso.

it looks like most of his wounds are localized to his right shoulder, with a trail of wounds leading across his collarbones and down his left arm. this confirms that he was attacked, probably by someone attacking from his right side? maybe?

it's hard to tell, but you clean and disinfect as much as you can, stitch up any open cuts, and wrap the affected areas with bandages.

you'll have to redo the bandages in the morning, but that should suffice for now.

you take a couple minutes to gather yourself before finally moving him up so he can lay on the couch. you take a couple steps backwards whole keeping your eyes glued to the unconscious man and feel for a blanket you left on a chair nearby.

after grabbing it, you move back to the couch and gently place the blanket over him.

then moving to sit on the chair you took the blanket from, you finally get to sit down for the first time in hours.

the sheer weight of your exhaustion overtakes you as you find your own consciousness slipping.

your sleep deprived brain seems to momentarily forget about the strange man you brought into your home.

you had planned on staying awake to keep an eye on him, but it appears that that won't be happening.

as your eyes close, you try to shake the feeling that you've seen him before. he wasn't wearing a mask, but his outfit definitely looks like one you would see on television. maybe he's a hero? villain? another vigilante?

but the odds of that were low, he's probably just some civilian that got caught in the crossfire of some confrontation, right?

regardless, that was tomorrow you's problem, as you finally find yourself falling asleep. completely unaware of just who you had brought into your home.

completely unaware of how this one act of kindness will change the rest of your life.

a/n: sorry this was mostly set up, how do we feel so far? any thoughts? should i keep it going?

also i will probably be busy for the next two ish weeks, but i'll have a decently long break after that so i hope to write some more then!!

[ariadnes-elixirs]

sorry for disappearing again

between uni and work i haven't had any time djfjfkskskskarns

hopefully that'll change soon though!!!

[ariadnes-elixirs]

Can I have a platonic yandere female friend? I gust think that there should be more platonic yanderes

yes i absolutely agree that there should be more platonic yanderes!!

here are some headcanons!!

(yandere fem best friend x gn reader)

the two of you met during elementary school, and had been friends for years

as you finished your schooling, you notice she tended to follow you wherever you went

went to an out of state college? she got accepted there too

went to a local trade school? she's taking classes online and still lives nearby

entered the workforce directly from high school? she did too!!

went into the military? don't do that, you'll get hurt sweetie, please don't go

none of the above? doesn't matter, she's always right beside you

but there's nothing to be mad about right? you get to stay close to your best friend, the two of you sticking together like glue

she'll regularly text and call you just to see how you're doing, and occasionally she'll drop by your apartment just for fun!

if you want, she'll do your makeup or style your outfits. doesn't matter if you present masc, fem, or neither, she knows you so well you don't even have to tell her what style to go for

you regularly go over to her house to hang out and catch up.

you both watch movies, chat, or play games, whatever you feel like doing

she'd never put you in any uncomfortable situations, in fact, if someone hurts or offends you, she'd be the first to leap to your defense

just... don't question how she found out about some guy at the grocery store insulting you

tired from work or class? she's there ready to help with whatever you need

no ulterior motives, she genuinely wants to be your friend! platonic friendships are undervalued don't you think?

but if anyone tries to take her place, she won't be happy about it.

don't worry! it's awful that they ghosted you, but i'll always be here if you need me :)

she might have some mixed feelings about you getting into a romantic relationship, but as long as no one takes her place, she's happy

if you aren't interested in romance at all? even better! she'll be your number one friend forever!

overall thoughts

generally harmless, but won't hesitate to take necessary measures to make sure no one takes her place

would never hurt you, though, it's everyone else that's the problem, dear

but it doesn't matter, she'll be here for you forever

as long as you never leave her, you have nothing to worry about

but it's not your fault, she'll always blame someone else. it's his fault, he's manipulating you, she'd say

probably a 2/10 on the danger scale, won't hurt you and likely won't hurt others. may be a little manipulative and delusional at times, though

a/n: thanks for the request!! this is my first time writing a platonic yandere so i apologize if it isn't quite what you wanted. please let me know if there's anything i can improve

[ariadnes-elixirs]

🧍‍♀️

^ me when anything happens to me ever

[ariadnes-elixirs]

i quickly proofread and fixed some grammar in this since i did not reread it before posting it whoops

(read: i got sleepy and was too tired to edit so i just hit post)

thinking about a yandere forgotten god...

(male yandere x gn mercenary!reader)

part 1 / part 2

tw: manipulative behavior

you slowly eat the rest of your soup, trying to suppress the feeling of stomach pain from finally eating after what had to have been several days.

as you eat, you try to recall how you got here. the mercenary guild you worked for put out a new job, one that was so dangerous it was ignored for a month even though the reward would be enough to last for at least a year. eventually, you became desperate enough to just go for it.

that job put you on the ship of a... merchant? yes, a merchant sounds right. you were there to assist with guarding a ship filled to the brim with valuables. the ship was supposed to travel through a storm allegedly brought on by a god.

you remember that off the western coast, a giant storm had simply appeared out of the blue one day. the storm had supposedly persisted for a month without stopping, but the merchant was desperate to keep moving. most locals believed that a storm of this strength and ferocity could only be caused by the wrath of some god.

the merchant had a differing opinion, something about the "spirit of man triumphing over all." he was just waiting for a guard, a mercenary, willing to protect his ship from thieves as him and his crew left and arrived at the various ports he was set to sail to.

some important the finer details are fuzzy, but you can distinctly remember the storm.

oh, the storm.

the storm that tore the ship to shreds.

the storm that sunk the ship and everyone on it.

almost everyone.

everyone except you.

because you were a scrappy, persistent, and trained mercenary. nobody else on that ship was able to swim away fast enough once the ship started sinking.

all you can remember is jumping into the water, swimming as fast and as far as you could, and then... nothing.

you continue ruminating and attempting to piece together how you ended up here, of all places, when the strange man, who calls himself "cal", speaks.

"i've been alone on this island for..." he pauses to think, "maybe one hundred years? two hundred? im not really sure." he suddenly jumps up and moves closer to your face and a big smile grows on his face, "but i'm just really happy that i finally have someone to talk to."

you hesitate, "...that's...good...?"

you aren't sure how to respond. the man in front of you just admitted that he was likely several hundred years old, even though he looks like he's in his twenties.

cal replies with a nod and "while you're here, i can cook for you, show you my island, and... oh!" he gently grabs at the fabric of your sleeve and pulls it upwards before... investigating it?

as he moves he face closer to the fabric, you see his face scrunching in concentration as he evaluates its condition. "i can also make you some new clothes! i can tell that these were well made and from a sturdy material, but your tunic has been completely worn out from wear and tear."

you struggle to string your words together and properly articulate a response before just giving up.

"what?"

"hmm?"

"what... are you doing?"

"well i can't have my first and only guest wearing rags! especially since i have the materials and skills to make you new clothes," he begins muttering to himself, something about a loom and different types of thread.

you try to collect your thoughts, then you remember the gap in your memory between swimming away from the ship and washing up on this island, or his island, as he had just called it.

you interrupt his mumbles to ask, "um... how exactly... did i get here?"

he looks up and meets your eyes, "what do you mean?"

"like... did i just... wash up on shore? or did i swim here?" you begin fidgeting with your fingers "i just... can't remember much of anything."

"oh..." he pauses, "i'm sorry... i don't think i can help with that. all i know is that i went to take a walk along the shore, and there you were."

he looks a little distraught, "i wish i could be more helpful..." he thinks for a moment, "maybe... you could stay with me for a while?"

"......what...?"

that... came out of the blue, and by the look on his face you could tell he noticed how you were caught off guard.

"well, you look exhausted and a little malnourished. plus, your clothes are completely torn up," he smiles at you and gently takes your hand in his before threading his fingers between yours, "how about... you stay here for a bit and keep me company, and i'll take care of you until you feel well enough to leave?"

he sounded unsure, but honestly, that sounded like a good deal. maybe... to good to be true.

your skepticism made you doubt that the conditions he laid out were the only conditions of this agreement. "what do you mean?"

"well, i'll cook for you, give you a warm place to sleep, plenty of bedrest, new clothes, and... pretty much anything you could ever want."

"and... what's the catch?"

"well i wouldn't really call it a catch," he looks at your hands, still intertwined with each other's, "all i want is someone to talk to, to spent time with, to... cherish, i've just been alone... for so long."

his smile becomes strained after he finished speaking, then his gaze shifts to meet your eyes.

"so... will you keep me company?"

honestly, to you it sounds like you hit the jackpot. free food, housing, and clothes? i mean, who wouldn't accept that offer.

"...alright."

his expression erupts into a smile, and you notice his eyes begin appearing watery. he moves his other hand to hold your empty hand, then moves both of his hands and yours to his chest.

"thank you, i promise you won't regret staying."

he smiles at you, and the bright, sweet smile on his face makes you feel as though you made the right choice.

what you don't know, is that the moment he spotted you on his island was the moment he decided you were never going to leave.

he finally had a companion, he's not going to let this gift from the gods slip away. he finally had someone to share his days with after being isolated for so long he can't recall what companionship even feels like.

the moment he saw you, your fate was sealed. he's just happy you stayed willingly. as long as you cooperate, he won't have to use... certain methods... to get you to stay.

and that's fine with him.

a/n: sorry for the massive delays. uni hit me like a truck. i still probably won't be able to post much for another month, but short requests or questions are still on the table! i'm also always open just to chat!

a/n 2: i made some edits cause i wrote this, hit post, and then immediately passed out. sorry for all the typos jdjfkdsosofksk

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking about a yandere forgotten god...

(male yandere x gn mercenary!reader)

part 1 / part 2

tw: manipulative behavior

you slowly eat the rest of your soup, trying to suppress the feeling of stomach pain from finally eating after what had to have been several days.

as you eat, you try to recall how you got here. the mercenary guild you worked for put out a new job, one that was so dangerous it was ignored for a month even though the reward would be enough to last for at least a year. eventually, you became desperate enough to just go for it.

that job put you on the ship of a... merchant? yes, a merchant sounds right. you were there to assist with guarding a ship filled to the brim with valuables. the ship was supposed to travel through a storm allegedly brought on by a god.

you remember that off the western coast, a giant storm had simply appeared out of the blue one day. the storm had supposedly persisted for a month without stopping, but the merchant was desperate to keep moving. most locals believed that a storm of this strength and ferocity could only be caused by the wrath of some god.

the merchant had a differing opinion, something about the "spirit of man triumphing over all." he was just waiting for a guard, a mercenary, willing to protect his ship from thieves as him and his crew left and arrived at the various ports he was set to sail to.

some important the finer details are fuzzy, but you can distinctly remember the storm.

oh, the storm.

the storm that tore the ship to shreds.

the storm that sunk the ship and everyone on it.

almost everyone.

everyone except you.

because you were a scrappy, persistent, and trained mercenary. nobody else on that ship was able to swim away fast enough once the ship started sinking.

all you can remember is jumping into the water, swimming as fast and as far as you could, and then... nothing.

you continue ruminating and attempting to piece together how you ended up here, of all places, when the strange man, who calls himself "cal", speaks.

"i've been alone on this island for..." he pauses to think, "maybe one hundred years? two hundred? im not really sure." he suddenly jumps up and moves closer to your face and a big smile grows on his face, "but i'm just really happy that i finally have someone to talk to."

you hesitate, "...that's...good...?"

you aren't sure how to respond. the man in front of you just admitted that he was likely several hundred years old, even though he looks like he's in his twenties.

cal replies with a nod and "while you're here, i can cook for you, show you my island, and... oh!" he gently grabs at the fabric of your sleeve and pulls it upwards before... investigating it?

as he moves he face closer to the fabric, you see his face scrunching in concentration as he evaluates its condition. "i can also make you some new clothes! i can tell that these were well made and from a sturdy material, but your tunic has been completely worn out from wear and tear."

you struggle to string your words together and properly articulate a response before just giving up.

"what?"

"hmm?"

"what... are you doing?"

"well i can't have my first and only guest wearing rags! especially since i have the materials and skills to make you new clothes," he begins muttering to himself, something about a loom and different types of thread.

you try to collect your thoughts, then you remember the gap in your memory between swimming away from the ship and washing up on this island, or his island, as he had just called it.

you interrupt his mumbles to ask, "um... how exactly... did i get here?"

he looks up and meets your eyes, "what do you mean?"

"like... did i just... wash up on shore? or did i swim here?" you begin fidgeting with your fingers "i just... can't remember much of anything."

"oh..." he pauses, "i'm sorry... i don't think i can help with that. all i know is that i went to take a walk along the shore, and there you were."

he looks a little distraught, "i wish i could be more helpful..." he thinks for a moment, "maybe... you could stay with me for a while?"

"......what...?"

that... came out of the blue, and by the look on his face you could tell he noticed how you were caught off guard.

"well, you look exhausted and a little malnourished. plus, your clothes are completely torn up," he smiles at you and gently takes your hand in his before threading his fingers between yours, "how about... you stay here for a bit and keep me company, and i'll take care of you until you feel well enough to leave?"

he sounded unsure, but honestly, that sounded like a good deal. maybe... to good to be true.

your skepticism made you doubt that the conditions he laid out were the only conditions of this agreement. "what do you mean?"

"well, i'll cook for you, give you a warm place to sleep, plenty of bedrest, new clothes, and... pretty much anything you could ever want."

"and... what's the catch?"

"well i wouldn't really call it a catch," he looks at your hands, still intertwined with each other's, "all i want is someone to talk to, to spent time with, to... cherish, i've just been alone... for so long."

his smile becomes strained after he finished speaking, then his gaze shifts to meet your eyes.

"so... will you keep me company?"

honestly, to you it sounds like you hit the jackpot. free food, housing, and clothes? i mean, who wouldn't accept that offer.

"...alright."

his expression erupts into a smile, and you notice his eyes begin appearing watery. he moves his other hand to hold your empty hand, then moves both of his hands and yours to his chest.

"thank you, i promise you won't regret staying."

he smiles at you, and the bright, sweet smile on his face makes you feel as though you made the right choice.

what you don't know, is that the moment he spotted you on his island was the moment he decided you were never going to leave.

he finally had a companion, he's not going to let this gift from the gods slip away. he finally had someone to share his days with after being isolated for so long he can't recall what companionship even feels like.

the moment he saw you, your fate was sealed. he's just happy you stayed willingly. as long as you cooperate, he won't have to use... certain methods... to get you to stay.

and that's fine with him.

a/n: sorry for the massive delays. uni hit me like a truck. i still probably won't be able to post much for another month, but short requests or questions are still on the table! i'm also always open just to chat!

a/n 2: i made some edits cause i wrote this, hit post, and then immediately passed out. sorry for all the typos jdjfkdsosofksk

[ariadnes-elixirs]

the verdict is that we have no survival skills 😭

part 2 should be out in a couple days :)

quick question while im working on part two of the yandere forgotten god (cal's) story.

if you were a random mercenary that washed up on some weird island with some weird guy finding and trying to take care of you, would you initially try to leave or stay?

^ reader rn

also here's the link to part 1

[ariadnes-elixirs]

quick question while im working on part two of the yandere forgotten god (cal's) story.

if you were a random mercenary that washed up on some weird island with some weird guy finding and trying to take care of you, would you initially try to leave or stay?

^ reader rn

also here's the link to part 1

[ariadnes-elixirs]

everything is fine now teehee (lying)

im so close to crashing out :D