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The Time Between Us -Historical Yandere x Reader Pt. 2-

Yandere x Accidental Time Traveler Reader Part 2

Reader is AFAB with she/her pronouns

TW for unethical practices in metal health hospitals, depictions of violence and blood, possessive behavior, mentions of needles

Here is the link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/likethe-month/762159401755869184/the-time-between-us

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The heeled shoes you had been previously given were not assisting in your attempts to escape. James had handed you over to the authorities, and your kicking was of no use. You shrieked and howled as the policemen dragged you away, but your cries fell upon deaf ears. No one would help you. The day had become rainy during your confrontation in the university building, and you blinked as raindrops pattered onto your face.

You felt multiple pairs of eyes staring at you before you were tossed into the back of a carriage. The horses in the front began to trot away, and you pushed yourself to the back of the cart as the container jolted at the movement.

Your hand gripped at your hair as you tried to calm yourself down. Ragged, desperate breaths were materializing in front of you as little puffs of fog due to the cold.

Once you had been taken to the asylum, a group of women wearing nurses' dresses gently led you to a room that was labeled "sanitation" by a metal plaque on the front.

You grabbed the arm of one of the women, and you looked into her eyes with all the desperation in the world. "Please- I can't be here- I have to go back," you gasped. She only gave you a pitying look and prepared a bath for you.

Once you had been cleaned, clothed, and stripped of any remaining dignity, you were put into a concrete room with only a bed in the corner. Pounding your fists on the door was futile, and a guard warned that he would "call for the doctor" if you continued. Images of rusty syringes and bloodstained metal filled your mind as you recalled scenes from some of the more morbid documentaries and photographs you had perused as a student.

Unfortunately, you would inevitably find yourself subject to the questionable medical practices of the time. You had no idea what they were doing to you, but you protested nonetheless.

Days of thrashing and babbling about “needing to return” to your own time did not help your case with the workers. They injected you with strange liquids despite your protests as you insisted that the medicine at the time would kill you. Remembering your professors' lectures about old mental institutions, you now fully understood why they were so horrible and torturous.

And then there was James, or, rather, the absence of James. His face would always appear in the constant nightmares that you couldn’t escape. You would shriek and dig your nails into the flimsy mattress provided for you to sleep on, and a guard would impatiently rap on your door in response. Whenever a nurse would tend to you, you would ask about him, dreading the day he decided you were well enough to return to him.

If the nurse was kind, she would smile and place a comforting hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that you would "stay until things were safe again."

If the nurse was cruel, she would scowl and ask why the likes of James was "engaged to a lunatic like you."

When you heard this, you heart skipped a beat. After you pleaded with her and pretended to be as stable as possible, the nurse finally presented you with a form that James had apparently submitted to the institution.

The paper contained your full name and James's next to it. But, he was listed as your caretaker and fiancee. Afraid of losing too much progress, you swallowed thickly and shakily looked away from the piece of paper. Maybe you could cry later, but not in front of this particular nurse.

It was difficult to decide if the asylum or James was the worse punishment. At least, with James, you would feel true warmth again. Somervault had a fireplace, but you hadn't behaved well enough for this privilege yet. Without a phone or any means to communicate with the outside world, you were able to entertain yourself with your own thoughts, and the kind nurses would occasionally bring you a new book to read. You had to keep your mind stimulated, or else you would lose everything, if you hadn't already, that is.

One day a nurse brought you into the large, white visiting room after tenderly making sure you looked presentable. This marked the first time you had felt sunlight in a few days, and you yearned to be closer to the tall windows. “A very nice man is here to visit you, Miss (L/n).”

He was here. James walked in, his shoes softly clicking on the wooden floor. His expression was unreadable as he sat in the chair in front of you. The only thing separating the two of you was a small coffee table.

You quickly looked up at the nurse from the chair she had sat you in. “I don’t want to see him,” you whimpered. “Please, keep him away from me,” you begged as the woman gave you a sad smile.

“I’ll give you a minute with Mr. Harrington, dear girl,” she said as she removed her arm from your grip.

"No... Please-" you begged as she stepped away from you to allow James to approach.

James approached you hesitantly, and you couldn’t tell if he was acting or not. “Is-is she?…”

The nurse smiled at him. “She’s mentioned your name quite a few times. We’ve had to subdue her, but she’s become much more docile in the days she’s spent here!”

“Oh, dearest (Y/n),” James murmured, gingerly taking your hand in his.

The nurse was gone by now, and you were left with the man you wanted dead.

Despite every instinct screaming at you to pull back and run, you stayed perfectly still. The fear coursing through your veins turned to a subdued rage.

You flinched back as he brushed his hand over your cheek. "I do hope you've made progress here. I hate the idea of these people bringing harm to you, but this is necessary."

“You-you’re evil. Do you know what they put me through here? I hate you!”

He chuckled in response. “Don't you understand that I was forced to teach you a lesson? Has this place already done you in, my sweet (Y/n)?”

You shuddered violently at this, trying not to throw up. “You left me here to teach me a lesson? You’re sick. It’s you who should have been tied up and force-fed all sorts of poisons.” You whimpered when James' grip on you tightened and he pulled you close.

“Don’t you worry, pigeon,” he murmured into your hair. “I’m going to take you home and we can live a happy, peaceful life together. You were brought to me for a reason, and I simply cannot let you go.”

Shuddering at his words, you began to sob.

“Don’t you see? The universe has granted me the perfect partner to be by my side for the rest of my life," James then lowered his head so that he spoke directly into your ear. "Once I bring you home, you will be the envy of every woman in the city. I've made some substantial strides in my work, and my pay has increased by quite a bit. All we need now for the perfect life together is for you to come home."

You would’ve sobbed, but you couldn���t seem to make any noise at all. You couldn’t come to terms with the idea of being stuck sometime in the 1880s. It wasn’t fair. The benefit of being fascinated with history was that you could look back into the past from a much more comfortable position. Instead of enjoying modern technology, medicine, and food, you would probably get yellow fever and die within five years.

“Please,” you choked out, your nails digging into his suit jacket. “Let me go back, this isn’t right. I’m not supposed to be here.”

"What does it matter if this is right or not?" he chuckled lowly. "You're going to be my wife, and if you thought you had no freedom here, then just you wait."

With a shriek, you lunged at James, pushing him to the floor with a heavy thud. He struggled underneath you as you brought your fists down upon his face with blinding rage. The man cringed in pain, groaning as you hit him, but his attempts to defend himself were fruitless.

"In my time, James, women are encouraged to fight their attackers," you snarled breathlessly as you wrapped your hands around his throat. "If you think I will ever be a docile little wife, then you are sorely mistaken."

Suddenly, hands grasped at your arms and threw you off of James. You cried out as you hit the cold floor. Two of the guards had entered the visiting room at the sound of a struggle and quickly apprehended you. The nurse had returned, and she was holding one of the large syringes that sent your heart racing whenever you saw one.

"Whatever you're doing here at Somervault clearly isn't enough," James growled at your captors, rubbing at his neck, which was now red and showed signs of eventual bruising. "When I return, she must be fully compliant, am I understood?" he barked at the workers.

When they nervously agreed, he stalked back over to you, kneeling so that he met your gaze.

You let out a small hiss between gritted teeth when you felt the familiar sting of the needle. The injection was already working, and you felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

"Sleep well, my dearest," he murmured, wiping a stream of blood from his lip. "No matter how you fight, nothing will keep me away from you."

You fell unconscious, slightly triumphant at the sight of his bloody face. As you slept, however, James was there, taunting, laughing, and scowling at you.

You were beginning to believe that there was no corner of your mind you could retreat to where James wasn't lurking.

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The Time Between Us

-Historical Yandere x Reader-

Yandere x Accidental Time Traveler Reader

This was so fun to write, and I have more for this particular story so I will probably post more soon.

Reader is AFAB with she/her pronouns

Warnings: Yandere/possessive behavior, outdated ideas about gender, mentions of mental health, outdated ideas about mental health,

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You are a college student writing a history paper about big cities in America’s Gilded Age when the dusty old PC belonging to the school sends you back to 1881.

You find yourself in the same building and room, but 143 years into the past. A man walks in and is utterly shocked to see you sprawled out on the ground in your confused state.

His name is James Harrington, and he is an architect who visits the school archives room to do his work. He is of average height with dark brown hair with a matching mustache and brown eyes that seem to linger on your bare legs for extended periods of time.

He informs you that ladies usually wear a skirt, and you start to think this man has never seen a bare set of women’s legs.

Your comfortable shorts and T-shirt aren’t exactly considered “lady-like” in this day and age.

It takes a lot of convincing to convince James you’re telling the truth, and he finally believes you when you show him your smartphone.

He is absolutely buzzing with questions, and you attempt to answer as many as you can before you figure it’s time to try and find a way back to your time.

Holding the paper in front of your face, you retrace your steps back to where you were sitting when you were transported here and closed your eyes.

Back in front of the school PC, you breathed a sigh of relief. Today’s events called for a night in, so you headed back to your dorm room.

Against the more logical part of your brain telling you to stay away from the computer lab, you make the decision to return.

You still have work to do, after all!

Over the course of the week, you go back to 1881, and James is always in the room, anticipating your arrival. You both decide it would be safe for you to stay in the room and only talk to James until he can get you some proper attire.

When he does, you sneak into a restroom when James assures you no one else is around, and you change into an outfit consisting of a high-necked blouse and skirt.

James feels proud, and he tries unsuccessfully to hide the light dusting of red on his cheeks. He informs you that you look like a “proper lady.” A part of him misses the strange, unfamiliar clothing and hairstyle you don, however, and he tends to mistake your modern ways for eccentricity.

James will absolutely romanticize the differences between the two of you, viewing your confusion as innocence, and his image of you makes his stomach twist in a way he's never felt before.

Then, he lets you know that his employer is hosting a dinner for his employees. He invites you as his date, and you eagerly accept, not willing to turn down the opportunity to see a lavishly decorated house belonging a Gilded Age businessman.

On the carriage ride there, he instructed you over exactly what to say and how to behave. Having seen your fair share of historical dramas, you were only half-listening, your eyes taking in every detail of the carriage.

The dinner goes well, and you even impress your hosts with your knowledge and mannerisms.

James' boss, Mr. Whitney, pulls him aside after dinner while everyone in the parlor room is deep in their own conversations.

“She’s a unique woman, indeed, Mr. Harrington. You’d be wise to keep a girl like that in your future prospects.”

Those words seemed to change something in James. Suddenly, he looked at you in a completely different way. Initially, he was planning on trying to persuade you to stay with him in 1881. He now knew that a real man, a successful businessman like Mr. Whitney, would take away your ability to choose. James would have to keep you here.

When you finish your drink, he asks you to join him in the ballroom where the other guests are dancing, and you do so, jumping a bit when he wraps a hand around your waist without hesitation.

He whispers lowly into your ear about how glad he is that you were “sent to him” as the two of you dance.

You grimace to yourself at his words and decide then and there that it may be a good idea to stay in 2024.

When you return for the final time, you plan on taking a walk through the city with your period-appropriate clothes to take everything in one last time.

You go back to 1881 and enjoy the sights while your final moments in the past last. You return to the archives room to be met with a sight that makes your stomach drop down to your feet.

James is holding the building plan, observing it with cold, observant eyes. You’re not sure what to do here. He’s holding your only way back home in his hands, eyeing it in a very strange way…

“Hello, James,” you say carefully. “Have you had a chance to enjoy the sunshine today?”

He turns to you briefly to signal that he’s listening. “You do understand why I have to do this, don’t you?”

You freeze, feeling faint. “Do what?” you say, trying to not let your desperation show. “James, what are you doing?”

Without another word, he rips the paper in two, then into four, then six, eight, countless pieces.

It takes everything you have not to fall onto your knees. You were trapped. You were trapped in 1881.

He looks at you, but before a taunt can escape his lips, you lunge at him, a scream ripping from your throat. Hands suddenly apprehend your attack, and your held firmly in place by two policemen who seemed to come out of nowhere.

“It really is so unfortunate,” James says, sounding almost bored. “She’s gone completely mad. I’m not sure what warranted this sudden change in behavior. I’m glad I was able to contact the authorities before she hurt herself.”

“These cases of women gone into hysterics are common. She’ll receive the proper care at Somervault Mental Asylum,” one of the men says, grunting as you thrash and shriek.

“I’ll visit you soon, dearest. For now, just make sure to get better,” James says, grinning wolfishly at you once the social workers weren’t looking.

You’re hauled off to the asylum, and for just a second, you believe you really would fall into insanity.

[likethe-month]

Greetings BrBa/BCS fandom I have some thoughts

Whenever my friend and I finished season 4 of Breaking Bad I really started to think... wouldn't Gustavo Fring make a terrifying and effective yandere? (was I even paying attention to seasons 2 and 3 smh...)

He has eyes everywhere and basically unlimited manpower. We saw just how ruthless and powerful he was throughout the show, so reader would basically be screwed.

Once involved in such a dangerous game, the only way out would probably be death.

You could try to disappear, but the moment before getting into the car to escape, you'd hear the cock of a handgun. You'd turn to see one of Gus's men with a hard look on his face. He wouldn't shoot, but if faced with no other choice, he might aim for a leg.

The guard would bring you to wherever Gus wanted through a silent and tense car ride. You would be sat down only to be face-to-face with the dangerous man who had been the object of your deepest fears as of recent. Forced to stare into his endlessly cold eyes, you would try your best not to tremble.

He would lay out his conditions and expect you to fully accept them. Say yes and you're treated like royalty, say no and you might be subjected to "further persuasion."

Trust me, you might want to consider saying yes.

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Slenderman x Reader - Short Oneshot

-Hi everyone! This is going to be part of my Slenderman fic collection I'm calling "Static and Shadows." I have lots of stuff for him already written so please let me know if you'd like to see more! >:3 Oh also I would label this as Yandere in the title, but his behavior isn't quite there yet(?) I'll think of this as Dark! Slenderman x Reader for now-

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Retreating to your childhood room, you slunk through your parents’ house, preparing for a verbal confrontation to break. With final exams done you could finally relax, or so you thought… You had forgotten about your highly-confrontational sibling who liked to pick fights whenever and wherever they could. They were still in high school, so you were both in the same house over break.

It was easier to forget about why you moved to a different town whenever you had your peaceful and quiet room, devoid of anyone else. The fights back at home weren’t so bad, but you didn’t handle loud noises well, so you would shut yourself in your room until it was safe to come back out into the living room.

Laying in bed for a small nap, a thought suddenly popped in your head. Didn’t the tall man say that you could change your reality with your thoughts? If you thought about him hard enough, maybe you would see that big mansion in the woods again. Well… it was worth a shot…

Filling your head with thoughts of the tall creature, his home, the static, and the misty woods, you shut your eyes, quickly drifting off. You woke up standing in what seemed to be the entryway of the mansion. Peering around, you were surprised at how elegant and pleasant the home seemed to be. Deep reds and mahoganies filled your vision, accompanied with warm lighting.

Suddenly, a couple of people walked into the room, coming from a door to your right. One of them had a white mask devoid of eyes with black painted lips. The other male figure wore a yellow hoodie over his head, and his face was also covered with some sort of dark mask.

“Hello,” you offered with a nervous smile. “It’s nice to meet you… My name is-

“Y/n,” the one with the hoodie interjected, rendering you surprised. “Yeah, we know who you are. He told us about you.”

“Oh, right… Speaking of him… where?…” you began, trailing off, suddenly unsure of yourself.

“He’s in the room back there,” the one with the white mask said, nodding to a door beyond the grand staircase in the middle of the entryway. “That’s his ‘office’ or whatever. He’s usually in there after dinner.”

You gave them your thanks and approached the door, knocking gently three times.

“Come in,” the chilling voice uttered.

You took a breath and complied. You stepped into the office, taken aback by the sight. Books lined the walls, enclosed in cases that stretched from the floor to the ceiling, and an elegant desk sat in the middle of the room. Slenderman was not sitting at the desk, however, but instead standing in front of the tall windows, his back turned to you.

“It’s me,” you croaked nervously, knowing that he was well aware.

“Dearest Y/n,” he said, walking over to you. “It’s quite a pleasure to receive a visit from you.”

You swallowed as he drew nearer, having to tilt your head up to look at his blank face. “You have a lovely home,” you said, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Thank you, my dear,” Slenderman replied, his tone of voice oozing with the pleasure of your arrival.

You paused, taking the moment of silence to look at the office. The woodwork consisted of a deep mahogany that seemed to be well-polished. You supposed even eldritch beings liked to keep a clean household.

“I hope I’m not intruding or anything, but I just wanted a small break from… my world, I guess,” you said, glancing down at your feet.

“You could never intrude; you are always welcome. Think of this place as your home as well.” After the tall creature said this, you heard a loud thump and some laughter come from another room.

At this, his demeanor became slightly annoyed. “I’m sure the others will be delighted to meet you.”

“Oh, right…I met two boys on my way in. Why do they cover their faces like that even when they’re inside?” You asked. You wanted to ask more about the strange people scattered throughout the mansion, but you would try to find out more gradually.

“Sometimes their actions are a mystery to even me. They often galavant around the house and prefer to be masked while doing so. At other times, however, they all show their faces.”

Suddenly anxious, you wondered just how many other people were in the house. You also wondered what they were like.

“They may seem different and even frightening at first, but I assure you, they mean you no harm. I will make sure that you remain safe,” Slenderman said, and you froze when a black tendril gently brushed against your arm as he strode past you. When he reached the door of the office, he turned his head back to acknowledge you. “The others have already all eaten dinner, but I would like to invite you to stay for a drink.”

Taken aback by the invitation, you agreed. “That’s fine with me,” you said, allowing yourself to smile slightly despite your nerves.

You walked alongside him to the dining room. When a shadow whisked by, you found yourself drawing nearer to the tall being beside you as if he would provide protection from whatever lurked in the dark. You caught yourself and reestablished some distance, embarrassed and unsure.

He then said your name quietly, prompting you to explain your jumpiness.

“I don’t understand any of this. I’m not sure how I was able to get here just by thinking hard enough about it. Can anyone else do that?” You asked breathlessly, desperate for answers.

“I have given you a special ability that no other human possesses. I wanted to make sure you could reach me at any time, so you have been given the ability to transport yourself here whenever you please,” Slenderman explained, his nonexistent gaze still focused on the hallway that lay before you.

You stopped yourself from asking why you of all people had gained his attention. You made the mistake of asking this once, and he had provided a most terrifying answer. The frightening being was enamored with you for one reason or the other, and he had devoted time and effort into learning everything he could about you. Your schedule, hobbies, sleeping patterns: he had been there, watching and observing. You fought back a shudder as you walked. Hearing about how obsessively you had been stalked and preyed upon was not on your agenda tonight.

The two of you reached the dining room: a massive room complete with a large table and fireplace on the wall. The decor consisted of blacks, golds, and reds. You had to admit that the room was incredibly elegant, as was the rest of the house, or at least, what you had seen so far. You took your seat next to Slenderman, and to your surprise, there were two glasses already placed at the table. Besides the glasses was a pitcher of water and a bottle of wine.

“What would you like to drink?” The tall man asked you, taking your glass in his large pale hand.

“Water is fine,” you said, your throat suddenly dry. Engaging in conversation with him suddenly seemed more intimidating, even though you had endless questions you wanted to ask.

You were both sitting now and you hesitantly fiddled with your glass.

“Your water is completely untainted. I assure you I mean you no harm,” your companion said gently, as if sensing the fear that coursed through your body.

With a skeptical glance, you took a sip of your water. “Can you tell when people are afraid?” You asked curiously.

“I can usually tell through body language and facial expression, but I also possess the ability to sense fear in a way that is unfamiliar to humans.”

After another thoughtful drink of water, you continued. “How does that work?”

“I sense it through the chemicals that you give off in your frightened state. You might describe the sensation as… sweet,-tasting” he said darkly, taking you by surprise.

Fighting back every instinct to leap out of your chair and flee, you swallowed thickly. “Oh… Is that why you want me to spend time with you?” You immediately regretted your question. You had just sworn to yourself not to give him another reason to explain his obsession with you. He could make anyone scared. Hell, some of the bravest people you knew would whimper and flee at the sight of this monster.

“I think you already know the answer to that, (Y/n),” he replied, his tone of voice neutral.

You averted your gaze and looked at the fireplace absentmindedly. “Yeah, I do.”

There was a pause, and Slenderman raised his glass to his featureless face. Somehow, there was less wine in his glass when he set it back down.

“I was wondering… Is this place real? Could someone traveling through the woods come across this mansion?” You asked.

“No. I am the only one who can allow people to be here. Coming here in your world is possible, but only through me. If someone happened to stumble into my domain, I would have the ability to permit them to see the mansion.”

“I see. But I can travel here whenever I please just by thinking about it?” You said, hoping to learn more about your situation.

“Correct. And you also have the ability to leave at your will.” After a moment’s pause, he continued. “I must ask, my dear, why in particular did you choose to travel here tonight?”

You sighed before beginning. “I’m on break from my classes for a few weeks, and being back home with family has been… a dramatic change from what I’m used to. I love my family, of course,” you countered quickly, “it’s just that I thought I could use some peace and quiet.”

“And you chose to retreat here. To my home,” Slenderman replied, and you could hear how pleased he was at this. You hated it when your words gave him that sick sense of gratification.

Gritting your teeth, you opened your mouth to reestablish your sense of pride. “I’ll admit, part of it was to test if I could truly come here through my thoughts, but, yes. I did choose your home,” you admitted, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your decision, but it was probably futile to lie to him. A part of you thought about transporting back home, just to test yourself. You decided to stay for a bit longer instead, hoping to get more answers.

“I’m so glad you did,” Slenderman replied, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “You’re always welcome to spend the night. I have set aside a bedroom for you whenever you need to stay. I could show it to you if you’d like.”

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. He was trying to lure you in. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be trapped. “That’s alright. I don’t need to spend the night here,” you countered, feigning politeness as best as you possibly could. “I’ll need to be returning soon-“

As you spoke, you heard something that seemed to be coming from the back of your head. You froze, recognizing the sound. The static that sometimes appeared in your head was all too familiar, and you remembered the time it made you pass out. Slenderman’s eyeless gaze hadn’t left your face, and the longer you looked at him, the stronger the static became. You started to panic, realizing you needed to get out before you fell unconscious here. Away from home. At his mercy.

You stood up from your chair hastily, the chair leg dragging against the wooden floor. “This was nice-I have to go now,” you blurted, walking as quickly as possible to the entrance. Concentrating your thoughts, you thought about your home as hard as you could as the static rose in volume. Out of the corner of your vision, your eyesight began to blur, and your heart continued to pound.

Suddenly, it stopped and you found yourself in your bed back home. With a soft cry of relief, you sank down into your sheets and wiped away the small trickle of blood that had begun to fall from your nose. Staring at the smear of blood on your hand, you shut your eyes and concentrated on the feeling of your head being clear once again. Strangely, things felt almost too quiet now without the faint static. - Slenderman watched you stumble out of the dining room, his gaze focused on your frightened form. Suppressing a growl of frustration, the being formed a fist with his large white hand. He had to remember you were easily spooked in the future.

Leaning back, he then realized that your desperation to flee did not bother him as much as it usually would have. You chose to come to the mansion. You chose to come to him in your time of need. It would only be a matter of time before you returned. He couldn’t help but imagine desperation painted on your face as you begged for his assistance with something. The thought alone nearly drew a rumbling purr from his throat.

He allowed you to scamper off this time. Giving you a sense of power and freedom was all a part of his plan. Once you became brave enough to try and ignore him or act out against him, he would reclaim his power over you as quickly as you could imagine.

Still, you had managed to fight his static more potently than he expected. You were growing stronger, as most people would have collapsed from the amount of static you endured. He so desperately hoped you would have been tired enough to stay here in the mansion tonight, but the mere mention of it sparked fear into your heart.

No matter. He had time. He had all the time in the world you convince you of just how much you needed him.

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Revali x Reader Oneshot

Reader has she/her pronouns

I love Revali sm so here's something from my super intense LoZ phase from last year

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Your legs swung back and forth from your spot on the flight lading, as you watched the Rito champion swoop back and forth. You could watch Revali fly for hours on end and never get bored of his daring swoops and graceful spins. You had always been curious about what it was like up there, but your fear of heights kept you confined to the ground.

Suddenly, Revali flew back down to the landing, interrupting your daydreaming.

“As much as I enjoy you watching me in complete adoration, I think it’s time that you joined me up there,” Revali said, crossing his arms haughtily after landing.

You blushed at his words. “I can’t fly, Revali.”

“Well obviously,” the Rito scoffed. “Do you have the paraglider Princess Zelda gave you?” He asked, drawing closer to you.

“I, er, yes I do,” you said, checking that you still had it with you. You didn’t quite like where this was going.

“Good, you’ll use that, then.”

What?! The highest you had ever glided was from the top of a tree!

“But it’s so high up!” You said, not daring to peer over the landing.

“Don’t be foolish. I’ll be right beside you the whole time. I’m sure you’ll fare a better chance at success with Hyrule’s best flyer with you.”

Swallowing your nervousness, you nodded. “Alright, but stay with me the whole time, okay?”

Once you were sure Revali wasn’t trying to trick you for the purpose of watching a naive hylian gliding off into the Hebra frontier, you stood beside your friend on the landing.

“Make sure to hold on tight the entire time, and keep your body steady so you can steer the glider,” Revali said, making sure you were ready.

“Okay, I think I can do it,” you said, shivering from both fear and the chilly air. Taking in a deep breath, you focused your gaze on the horizon instead of the bottomless darkness below you, you stepped off of the landing while holding onto your paraglider for dear life.

After a few seconds, you realized that it was working and you suddenly didn’t feel as scared anymore. Almost immediately, Revali appeared right beside you, steadily riding the wind. “Very good!” He praised in the most genuine way you had ever heard from him.

Ignoring your stomach doing a back flip, you smiled giddily as you continued to glide, the wind blowing in your face pleasantly. This was much more fun than you had imagined.

“Let’s get you a bit higher!” The champion said, suddenly taking a dive towards the ground.

For a minute you lost sight of him and panic began to set in. Where was that stupid bird?

Then, the soaring form of Revali shot up into the sky in front of you, creating a gust of wind that carried you upwards. You laughed with amazement as he kept you up in the sky, and he was soaring alongside you once again.

Shifting his gaze from the horizon and onto you, Revali felt the smallest smile appear on his face. You were a natural. Not that he doubted your abilities, of course, but many hylians tended to prefer their feet on the ground. You, however, looked like you belonged in the sky.

Suddenly, your voice broke him out of his stupor. “Revali? How do I land?”

Oops. The rito champion had forgotten to tell you how to land.

The moment your legs hit the snowy ground, you went rolling into the snow.

Revali gasped and swooped in to land by your side. “(Y/n)? (Y/n), are you alright?” He asked, frantically brushing snow off of you.

You, however, were laughing happily, even though you were covered in snow and slightly sore from your tumble. “That was amazing! I never knew I could do that!”

Revali’s concern washed away only to be replaced with relief and maybe a twinge of annoyance. “You had me worried, you silly girl.”

Taking the wing he offered, you lifted yourself up, still grinning excitedly. “We have to do this again,” you insisted, your cheeks and the tips of your ears flushed red from the cold and the rush of excitement you felt.

“Eager, are we? I’m rather surprised at your persistence considering you just fell into about four feet of snow,” Revali said, rolling his eyes at your determination.

“Oh. Right,” you said, brushing the last of the snow off of yourself. “We should probably head back for the village.”

“Hmm, are you sure? If we wait long enough, you might turn a rather nice shade of blue,” the rito beside you said, observing your shivering form.

You gave him a mischievous smile. “Oh really? That sure would be unfortunate.”

A few of Revali’s royal blue feathers puffed up, and he made a move to take off. “Well, if that’s how you’re going to be…”

“Wait! C’mon, Revali, I was joking around. Take me back to the village!” You near-begged to your companion, who seemed to be considering your request.

“Fine. You win, little Hylian,” Revali said, slightly stooping so you could climb on his back.

It never failed to surprise you how the proud Rito had started to let you fly on his back. When you first met him, he would always make you walk back to wherever you came from, swooping away before anyone could protest. But after a while, he would offer you rides on his back. Just you.

Though no one would ever admit it, the rito villagers would always think of what a strange duo you two made. The princess’s diplomatic assistant and the rito champion. You had been making more visits to the village, unable to curb your fascination. Many of the villagers were quite fond of you due to how much more pleasant Revali acted in your presence.

You climbed on to the champion’s back, giving him a small “ready” when you were situated.

Your first time on his back, you had been so afraid of falling off you found some of Revali’s feathers in your hand whenever you had landed. That had earned you quite the scolding. But now, you had no fear of slipping off, and you had even gotten to the point where you could sit up straight. This had caused the Rito to mutter something about “not being your horse,” but you didn’t mind.

Still cold from your fall, you leaned down closer to your companion, as he was the closest source of heat. His soft feathers provided plenty of warmth and soon you were laying down completely on his back.

You didn’t notice it but Revali had to hold back a squawk of surprise. Your hum of contentment at being so close to him shot his heart rate up to a level that only the dangers of battle could replicate. For the remainder of the journey back to the village the rito made sure to soar as smoothly as possible, even making a few circles around the village, just to spend some more time with you. Not that he would ever admit that, though.

After your departure, Revali’s thoughts were clouded by the memory of your smile, laughter, and promise to return soon. The inn you were staying at in the closest village wasn’t very far, but his heart ached strangely when he watched you leave. To his annoyance and a bit of embarrassment, some other ritos asked about you teasingly, saying that they’d never seen Revali act so gently toward a Hylian. Revali would scoff and deny anything his fellow villagers try to insinuate, but when he lay in bed that night, trying to go to sleep, he still could not fight off the image of you in his head.

As he tossed and turned, Revali found himself submitting to this new, unfamiliar feeling. Eventually, the thing that got him to sleep was the memory of your warmth against him as the two of you soared through the cold winds of Hebra.

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Night at the Fair - Elvis x Reader

(Y/n) = your name

(L/n) = last name

Hey guys! I haven't posted in years, but seeing all these amazing Elvis fics inspired me to post something on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy!

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  “Honey, Elvis is here!” You heard your mother call out from downstairs.

     Your heart skipped a beat, and you finished applying your blush as fast as you possibly could so he wouldn’t have to wait on you. You had been waiting for this night for a couple of months now, as it was the first time you would see your boyfriend ever since Colonel Tom Parker had swept him away to perform at numerous cities. His sudden popularity was both a blessing and a burden, but the two of you promised each other to stick together no matter what life would throw at you.

     “Coming, Mama!” you yelled, grabbing your purse and hurrying downstairs. As you descended, your eyes were met with the striking blue gaze of your boyfriend. Elvis was dressed in high black pants and a green button-up with a jacket that matched his pants. You held in a giddy squeal as you willed yourself not to immediately jump into his arms, as your father wouldn’t approve of such affection in the household. “Hi, Elvis,” you grinned once you were by his side near the doorway.

    “Hey, there, darlin’,” Elvis smiled, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze.

     Your mother smiled at the two of you and said, “Let me go get your daddy, (Y/n).”

     “Lord knows how much I wanna kiss your beautiful face, but I know your daddy would tan my hide if he saw,” Elvis murmured to you, leaning closer to you, his hand still intertwined with yours.

      Before you could respond, your father walked in, and you hoped the pink in your cheeks had subsided.

      “Be careful tonight, you two. I don’t want to hear that my daughter has been trampled by a crowd of your fans,” he said, gesturing to your boyfriend.

     “I’ll be right by her side the whole time, sir,” Elvis responded, his expression sincere.

     “Glad to hear it. You’re a good man, son. But if anything happens to my-

     “Oh, they’ll be just fine, and you know it!” your mother interjected, putting a hand on your father’s shoulder. “Have fun, y’all,” she said, waving you two off.

      “Have a good night, folks,” Elvis said as you led him out of the house and towards his truck. You were slightly surprised he decided to bring his old delivery truck instead of the flashy pink Cadillac he had recently bought.

      “Didn’t want us to get swarmed before we even got there,” Elvis smirked as he started the car. “Not a whole lotta people round here drive around in a pink Cadillac.”

     You hummed in agreement. “I always liked your truck, anyway. Has a lot of character.”

     “Aw, your just sayin’ that, honey,” Elvis said as you two headed off to the fair. During the drive, you and your boyfriend talked to each other about what going on in your lives, and you insisted that Elvis tell you all about the many states he had been to in such a short amount of time.

      “It’s been unbelievable, (Y/n). I can’t believe how many people wanna see me sing,” he said, running a hand through his slick, black hair.

      “You’ll have to bring me along, someday, hon,” you said, desperate to see the country like your boyfriend had.

      “Trust me,” Elvis took your hand in his, the other on the steering wheel, and brought it up to his mouth. “I promise I will take you wherever you wanna go someday,” he said, kissing your hand gently.

      You blushed and took your hand back so he could focus on the road.

      “I wanna hear about you, darlin’. What’s Miss (Y/n) the high school senior been up to lately?” Elvis asked, genuinely curious.

      “People sure make senior year sound a lot more exciting than it actually is. The only real exciting things are graduation and prom, and they don’t even happen until the end of the school year!” you said, exasperation in your voice.

     “Well don’t you worry one bit. We’ll make sure this is the best prom you’ve ever had,” Elvis assured you.

    By now, the two of you had made it to the fair and you got out, ready to meet with the rest of your friends. Before you took off, however, Elvis stopped you.

      “Hold on, honey,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “I said I wanted to kiss your pretty face, didn’t I?”

      His lips met yours and you immediately felt butterflies in your stomach. He never failed to make you feel like a giddy schoolgirl when you were together. You wrapped your arms around him as he passionately kissed you, but he eventually had to pull away before things got too intense.

       You took a few seconds to catch your breath and reapply your lipstick, trying to fight back the intense blush you knew had found its way back to your cheeks.

     “Ready?” Elvis asked, taking your hand in his as you joined his side. His eyes met yours and he chuckled softly. “Red’s a good look on you,”

     You jokingly rolled your eyes, slightly embarrassed that your blush refused to go away. Admission was free, so the two of you strolled in and were soon met with your group of friends.

     Your best friend, Shelley, squealed excitedly when she saw you and ran up to you. “Y’all made it! I was startin’ to think you’d gotten sidetracked and weren’t gonna make it!”

     “I think they got plenty sidetracked, Shelley,” Tommy said, gesturing to your red cheeks.

     “Shut it, Tommy,” Elvis said, jokingly landing a punch on Tommy’s shoulder.

     “Come on, guys! The line for the Ferris wheel’s gettin’ awfully long!” Your other friend, Marta said.

     The rest of you followed her to the Ferris wheel line and you started to fiddle with your hands nervously. You loved fair rides, but you were also slightly afraid of heights. You reassured yourself that Elvis would be with you the whole time, and your nerves began to wear off as you all talked in joke in the line. Once you and Elvis were in one of the cars, your stomach flipped when the wheel slightly moved to allow other people on.

      “You ain’t nervous, are you, hon’?” Elvis asked, taking your hand in his once again.

       You smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “I’m fine as long as you’re right here next to me.”

       Elvis responded with a laugh and made a scene of looking around him. “Don’ really see where else I can go,” your boyfriend joked and he edged closer to you, still holding your hand. As the Ferris wheel started to turn, Elvis would point out different sights and other things to do at the fair below you. You realized that you weren’t scared anymore and started to appreciate the way the bright lights of the fair made the night sky seem brighter than it really was. You especially appreciated the way the lights washed over your boyfriend’s face, only adding to his incredible beauty.

      When the Ferris wheel began to slow to a stop, you realized that your car was at the very top. Despite this, however, you still felt at peace with Elvis at your side.

      “Elvis Aaron Presley, I believe you just cured my fear of heights,” you said, shooting him a smirk.

      “What can I say? I mus’ be a miracle worker,” Elvis joked. As he gazed into your eyes, his expression suddenly grew more serious. “You are absolutely beautiful, (Y/n) (L/n).”

       You heart seemed to skip a beat and Elvis wasted no time, quickly leaning in to place a quick, yet tender, kiss on your lips. Right after this, the wheel began turning again to let you off the ride. As the two of you made your way to your waiting friends, you shot a joking scowl at Elvis.

     “If you make me blush one more time, I swear I will exact my revenge,” you huffed.

     “Oh yeah? I like the sound of that,” he responded with a sly wink, laughing, and wrapping an arm around your shoulder when he saw your stunned reaction.

      “Now that the lovebirds are done, let’s go to the next ride,” Tommy said impatiently.

      “Nah, y’all go on ahead and we’ll meet up with you later,” Elvis said slightly dismissively.

      “You heard him, let’s go!” Shelley said, grabbing Tommy and Marta and leading them away.

      “Where we goin?” you asked your boyfriend curiously as he began leading you to the numerous booths around the fair.

      As he led you, he said, “I think my brave girl deserves a lil’ somethin’ special.”

     He paused in front of a booth where a man was trying to tempt people into trying their luck in knocking down three stacked milk bottles with a baseball.

      You watched in anticipation as Elvis paid the man and got ready, focusing on his target. To your delight, he knocked all three down on the first try and the man running the booth retrieved a stuffed dog from a stack of prizes, which Elvis then handed to you.

      You held the dog tightly to your chest and bounced up and down on your heels, unable to stop thanking your boyfriend. As the two of you continued to walk through the fair, people would occasionally do a double-take at the sight of Elvis, but the two of you made sure to keep moving. As you passed a booth that was emitting a wonderful smell, you slowed down, and your boyfriend noticed. The fair always had copious amounts of fried foods that always smelled delectable.

     “Hungry, baby?” Elvis said, chuckling at your reaction.

     “Let’s get some French fries! I’m starvin’,” you said, pulling him to the booth where the delicious smells were coming from. You and Elvis sat down with your French fries once they were ready, and you were thankfully able to find a table away from too many people. You were surprised that hordes of teenage girls hadn’t come over and smothered the two of you by this point.

      “This must be the only quiet time you’ve gotten during these past few weeks,” you said. “I can’t imagine constantly being surrounded by people who want your attention. I don’t think I could handle it!”

      “Don’t you worry ‘bout all that. I’ll protect you, mama,” your raven-haired boy said, taking both of your hands in his and looking you right in the eyes. “I dunno what I’d do if you ever got hurt from all this craziness.”

      “Hey, don’t worry, I’m good at takin’ care of myself. How else you think I’ve made it this long without you?” you reassured him, taking a French fry from the basket you shared.

      “You’ve always been my independent young lady,” Elvis said with a playful smirk. He just couldn’t get enough of you. Even though it was hard to put just how much he loved you into words, he did his best every time he saw you. You were his motivation, the reason he was following his dream. Your encouragement meant more than anything in the world to him and you were always on his mind, even when you were miles apart from each other.

     Then, a droplet of rain hit the table, interrupting the musician’s inner monologue. Luckily, the two of you finished your food because it was now pouring rain. As the two of you jumped up, Elvis quickly removed his jacket and draped it over you. He kept you close to him as you went back to the truck to escape the downpour. Luckily, you both made it without any hiccups and took shelter from the rain. Once you were in the truck, you noticed just how wet Elvis had gotten. You maybe had a few rain droplets on your skirt, but your poor boyfriend was absolutely soaked. Even the plush dog he won for you was in better condition than he was.

      “Oh, Elvis,” you cooed, reaching over to lay a palm on his cheek, “You’re absolutely drenched! You want me to drive?” you asked, concerned for your near-shivering boyfriend.

     “Nah, thas’ alright, hon. Let’s just get back to your folks’ house.”

     During the ride back, you kept making sure Elvis was okay, rubbing his back soothingly and doing your best to make sure his jacket didn’t drip all over the interior of his truck. When you finally reached your home, the two of you ran up to the porch to get out of the rain, which hadn’t let up.

     Your front door opened and it was your mother. “Y’all get caught in the rain?” she said, grimacing at the sight of your poor boyfriend.

     You nodded. “But Elvis made sure I was okay. We left as soon as it started, and he even gave me his jacket so I didn’t get wet!”

      “Well, he sure made quite the sacrifice. Both of y’all come inside, quick! I got the fireplace goin’,” your mother said, ushering the two of you in.

     “You sure, ma’am?” Elvis asked. “I don’t wanna intrude in on your evening at home-

     “Nonsense! We need to get you warmed up before you freeze to death!” your mother protested, practically dragging the boy inside.

     You led Elvis to the living room and draped a blanket over him, and you sat down next to the fireplace with him. Your mother let you know that she would fix some hot chocolate for the two of you and left the living room, only for your father to walk in and freeze at the sight of Elvis on your living room floor. 

    “What’s going on here? Is everything okay?” he asked.

    “That poor, shiverin’ boy saved your daughter from the downpour of the century!” your mother called out from the kitchen.

     Your father paused at this. “This true?”

     “Yes, sir. I got (Y/n) home as quickly as possible after the rain started.” Elvis had stopped shivering by now and sat a little straighter, making an effort to impress your father.

     “It’s true, Daddy! He put his jacket right over me and I didn’t get a drop!”

      The older man let out a hum of approval. “Well… Thank you, my boy, for keeping her safe. You did a very good thing tonight.”

      Elvis nodded to him, and your father left the room to turn in for the night. When your boyfriend turned back to face you, you had a large grin on your face. “Did you see that? He was so impressed!”

       Elvis was unable to keep the smile off his face. “Nah, he was just glad to see me shiverin’ on the floor like a wet dog.”

      “Oh hush,” you replied, lightly slapping his arm. Your mother then walked in with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and the two of you gratefully took them and thanked her.

    As the two of you sipped your hot drinks, you snuggled up to his side and talked with him about anything that came to mind, still squeezing your new stuffed dog. You were just happy to be beside him.

       Elvis sighed thoughtfully all of a sudden, and you turned to him. “What’s on your mind?” you questioned.

      “it’s just… Bein’ here with you has gotten rid of all my worries. I wish time could stop and we could just sit here forever and ever,” he said wistfully.

      “Me too,” you agreed. “But then you wouldn’t be able to perform for all your fans if you sat here forever and ever,” you said jokingly.

       “(Y/n) (L/n), no matter how many people I see every day, not one of them makes me feel the way I do when I see you smilin’ at me. Lookin’ into your eyes feels just like Heaven, and I would drop everything in a heartbeat just for you.” His voice was so hushed you knew he was dead serious.

       “Oh, Elvis, we both know we can’t keep you away from the spotlight. But the stage will just have to wait, cause you’re all mine for right now,” you said snuggling closer into him.

      These moments of quiet were rare, but you were always able to hold onto the joy they gave you until the next one came along, and that was enough.

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-1917- William Schofield x Reader

  Hello, Tumblr! This is my very first post after years of scrolling on by and being too afraid to release anything of my own. I saw 1917 a couple of weeks ago and kinda grew obsessed. It’s kinda been all I can think about for a few days, so here’s this!

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   Even at the end, all he could think of was you. When Lance Corporal William Schofield’s long treacherous journey was finally over, home was all that was on his mind. He had felt as if he had just ran across the entire western front and taken on every German soldier just several miles away from him. His main goal now was to safely return home and feel your loving arms once again. 

  And his daughters. Oh, his beautiful darling daughters. He eagerly anticipated when he would hear their little laughs and see their rosy faces once again. Seeing you and your daughters was perhaps the only way that Willaim could truly believe he was done with the war. He vividly remembered the day he received the letter that informed him he would be fighting with other young men on the western front. Right in the middle of the Great War. 

   After that, it had been training and then the trenches. Then, it was sneaking through abandoned German dugouts and holding his dying best friend in his arms. The seemingly days long period felt like a distant memory now; a memory that could only be recalled with deep concentration. William Schofield hadn’t noticed at first, but a single tear rolled down his cheek, signifying the first real display of true emotion ever since he had clambered out of the body-filled river and stumbled across the Devins. 

      Still leaning against the tree, the sun in just the right position for him to lay comfortably, William closed his eyes, taking in the sounds of nature. 

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   As William’s foot hit the pavement after stepping off the train, he found himself desperately searching for your face. After a few moments he saw it. He saw you and his daughters. Almost in a trance, Schofield blindly stepped forward, praying this wasn’t another torturous dream; a figment born from his home-longing imagination. But, then he felt your arms wrapped around him. He let out a single sob, barely believing his own luck.

     “You’re home, William, you’re finally home,” you said, sniffling and grinning.

     “Daddy! Daddy!” your two girls cried excitedly, latching onto his legs.

     “My loves,” Willaim murmured, holding onto the three of you tightly but gently, as if afraid you would break in his grip. “My beautiful, beautiful lovelies…”

     William Schofield was exactly where he wanted to be. For the first time in months upon months, a sense of peace washed over him. He was finally home.