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Pierced Little Bird.

Part 1. Part 2

TW: torture of minors, death of children, drowning, mild yandere But not as much as in the next installment, the Joker is a monster But Two Face tries to compete. In this chapter, the yandere theme will not be given as much relevance. English is not my first language.

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The Wayne mansion was quieter than usual. Bruce felt worse than ever and more alone than an abandoned dog in the middle of Christmas.

Dick was in Blüdhaven, Jason was still estranged from him –But at least on good terms–, Tim had taken a "break" since his father now knew that he was Robin. Stephanie had tried to take his place temporarily But that ended badly, so the place was left vacant for you

She promised not to have more Robins and wait for Tim to come back, but she couldn't. You offered so kindly after you defeated some robbers who robbed a woman leaving a nightclub, you were such an adorable young lady that you lit up the alley in which you practically cornered Batman –ironic–.

You were originally from Star City and had been Green Arrow's apprentice –yes, you had been Speedy–, something that helped Bruce accept you.

–"Please, Mr. Bat... I can be a good Wonder Girl" – you said with shining eyes, handing him a "curriculum vitae" detailing your skills as Green Arrow's former apprentice.

Bruce hesitated. He didn't want to drag another young girl into the dangerous life of vigilante, but your enthusiasm and determination broke through his defenses. And, although he wouldn't admit it, Alfred also played an important role.

–"Maybe just a few training sessions, but you won't use Bow and arrows." –Bruce yielded, while you jumped for joy.

Bruce trained you on a temporary basis, knowing that Tim would be back in a few months. However, he couldn't help but feel that something in his life was changing, especially seeing how you adapted to the role of Robin with such ease.

You were happy, too happy, and you loved being Robin. You were a good teammate, you knew how to defend yourself, and you followed every order to the letter, which gave you extra points.

Damn, Bruce adored you and would do anything to have a daughter like you and be able to be proud to say that you were his daughter. –You already had parents and that's why he couldn't adopt you–.

You were a very adorable and lively young woman, Dick adored you. You were an only child so you enjoyed being with Dick a lot, both of you were the "clown duo" according to Jason's nicknames. Even so, you also got along well with Jason, he was like the rebellious brother who talked back to Bruce. Jason also corrected your homework and you asked him what you didn't understand so you could finish it –if you didn't do your homework you wouldn't go out on patrol, it was an agreement you made with Bruce from day one–.

Although your parents loved you, their jobs left them little time for you. This, added to your need for attention and affection, made you more susceptible to the way Bruce was beginning to treat you, as if you were a daughter to him."

–"Look, Mr. Bat! With just one hand" you smiled as you hung from one of the bars in the Batcave gym.

–"I'll tell Dick not to teach you that anymore"– Bruce whispered more to him than to you.

While you were fully capable of taking care of yourself, that didn't stop him from overprotecting and pampering you.

Had you gotten hurt on patrol? Well, Dad Bruce would put a band-aid on you while telling you how well you had done. Yes, Bruce might not be a good father figure, but he loved being a father and couldn't help but break his walls with you.

During a mission, Scarecrow's toxin affected you severely. Bruce, worried, stayed by your side all night, holding you and whispering words to you. reassuringly as Alfred administered the cure. You fell asleep in his arms a little while later. But he woke you up two hours later to tell you to go back home so your parents wouldn't suspect anything.

Alfred, who had always been so reserved, found comfort in your presence at the mansion. He saw you as a spark of light in a home full of shadows, and every evening, when you came to greet him before leaving for the Batcave, he couldn't help but smile tenderly.

You had a big appetite so Alfred cooked a big meal for you after you got back from patrol.

When you missed patrol and the dinner Alfred had so lovingly prepared, Bruce felt hurt, like you had left him behind. He couldn't understand why you had decided to leave, even though he knew your parents needed you. The silent treatment he gave you that night was his way of dealing with the pain of seeing you leave, even though inside, he wished you were there, with him.

Your parents wanted to return to Star City, their previous home. However, upon arriving in Gotham, they couldn't help but feel trapped in the life they had chosen. You, on the other hand, didn't know if you wanted to leave anymore. Gotham had started to become your home, a place full of chaos but also of people who understood you in a way Star City never did.

One particular night you were on patrol with Batman, Two Face had recently escaped from Arkham and lately he had been imitating some of the Joker's "best" crimes.

This was ridiculous according to what Bruce had said, but somehow they had to stop him before he destroyed Gotham City. Still that night they couldn't see any trace of him.

It was a boring night, you were young and full of energy, you needed action. But it was already 4:00 AM and Batman sent you home. You needed to rest if you wanted to pass the exam tomorrow. Normally Bruce would take you in the Batmobile and leave you 5 blocks from the apartment where you lived with your parents, but tonight it wouldn't be necessary, the streets were quiet and although it was strange it was nothing to worry about, they both made sure of that.

But how wrong they were.

–"Help! Please someone help me!"– a woman screamed in an alley.

You ran until you reached the alley where you expected to find anything but what you found. The screaming woman was fine but as soon as you approached her, men twice your size grabbed you, one by each arm.

–"What's going on?"– you asked as you tried to free yourself.

–"I promise you that none of this is personal"– a man spoke who came out of the darkest part of the alley, it was Harvey Dent or rather Two Face.

You could only open your mouth before he put a taser to your neck. Everything was reduced to pain and you soon fell unconscious.

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You woke up who knows how long later, you were on the ground with your wrists tied behind your back, your ankles were also tied.

You hurt all over, the disgusting bathroom only made you want to vomit and cry from helplessness. You were scared. You had fallen into a trap and you didn't even have time to fight.

A kick landed on your stomach leaving you breathless.

–"Are you awake?"– asked Two Face. –"Well, it's time to start, heads: I'll kill you after hitting you a little, tails: I'll let you go after a little torture."

The coin turned and landed on heads.

–"Alright, heads. Let's get on with it, Wonder Girl."

Another kick landed on your torso, you could only bend in place but still couldn't stop the torture that was coming.

–"You, turn on the camera, I want the bat to have a souvenir at the end of the day"– Harvey spoke to one of his henchmen while he was still kicking you.

You lost count of how many kicks he gave you, but you could barely breathe. Still, everything came to your mind, if Two Face discovered your identity he would go after your parents, your beloved parents. Then he would go after Bruce and soon the whole city would know Batman's identity and soon Nightwing's, Red Hood's, Oracle's and absolutely all the other vigilantes of Gotham, and even, if he investigated a little more he would discover the identities of all the heroes of the Justice League.

All that was what you thought in seconds, even imagining how Bruce would hate you after his identity was revealed.

But that was a stupid thought of yours. You didn't know it yet but Harvey would do everything to you except let you live.

You were scared, he tortured you a lot, he started by taking off your combat boots and ripping out your toenails.

–"I swear this is nothing personal, I even like you, but I can't let that stupid fifth-rate clown keep the achievement of having killed a Robin. It wouldn't be fair, right?"

You could barely think of your beloved parents and Bruce, even Oliver. All you could do was scream......

He got tired of hearing your screams and pleas, he grabbed a coin –"let's do this, heads: I'll cut your tongue out. Tails: I'll sew your mouth shut."

The coin was flipped and for your luck or bad luck it landed heads. The pain on your face was the first thing you felt, Harvey hit you in the face and then opened your tongue and grabbed it with his fingers and then cut it off with a knife.

The pain was too much that you couldn't even scream anymore, your body completely tensed up.

–"Oh, are you dead already?"– he laughed when he saw that you didn't even scream. –"I never thought that capturing a Robin would be so easy, I guess it's because you're just a child, a young and pathetic child. In fact, I have an idea....".

He smiled and took off your domino mask. You closed your eyes, the idea that he would know your name came to your mind, that he would do something to your parents and your friends.

–"Wow, I don't have the slightest idea who you are."

You practically let out a sigh of relief which didn't last long, Harvey began to fill the tub with water.

–"It was nice meeting you, wonder girl."– he mocked before grabbing your hair tightly and dragging you so that you were kneeling next to the tub.

His double face smiled before submerging your head in the water.

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Bruce had been worried, you hadn't shown up in days, nor did you show any signs of being sick. Your parents were also worried and they put up posters all over the city.

But you didn't show up.

One night Nightwing and Batman were able to catch Two Face but he just laughed when he saw that they still didn't know what had happened to you.

It wasn't until Bruce saw the tape that Harvey gave him.

Two full hours where he tortured you, hurting you, drowning you... until your small body stopped moving.

Bruce tried to figure out where it was and it wasn't hard to connect the dots and know that your missing body was still there.

The bathroom where they found you belonged to a horrible abandoned building. Rats had already eaten some parts of your body, your face had dried blood coming out of your mouth. Still, that didn't stop him from kneeling down and hugging your cold body.

The Wayne family was never the same. You were buried in Wayne Cemetery, Bruce, Dick, Oliver and Roy carried your coffin.

Your parents never found out about that, they never knew you had been found and buried.

Bruce couldn't allow your parents to bury you in Star City or somewhere else where he couldn't visit you daily.

Soon Tim took up the mantle of Robin again before Damian arrived a year later and became the new Robin.

Still, the family was worse than ever.

Dick came over from time to time and still waited for the silly and innocent jokes you made, he got depressed when he saw you weren't coming back.

Jason was almost off the radar, after all, he only came to the mansion because you always found a way to bring him back and after Jason killed Two Face by dismembering him, Bruce didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Tim was also depressed, he had lost Stephanie, his father, and you. But Stephanie reappeared as Spoiler.

Those were the worst years for Bruce, another loss. He couldn't protect you and tortured himself daily watching the video of your torture.

Many times Alfred found Bruce sleeping in front of your tombstone.

–"Sir, Master Damian is waiting for you for dinner. You don't want your pasta to get cold" Alfred said as he found Bruce watching the video again.

–"I'm not hungry" he answered, repeating the video again.

–"Miss Y/N didn't like you skipping dinner, especially if there was company."

Bruce sighed and stood up, ready to face his new son. He was still trying to get used to having a biological son.

Dinner was silent, Bruce didn't want to talk, much less eat.

–"Whose room is next to mine?"– Damian asked.

Bruce didn't know how to answer, it was the room he made for you after you died, one where he had recreated each of the things you liked. He was still waiting for you to come back, he wasn't ready to let you go.

–"it's for Y/N....."

There was a small silence, Damian already knew who you were since he had found some photos that you had taken with Dick, both of you making silly and expensive poses. He knew the pain you had caused by dying.

–"mm...."

Suddenly there was a series of knocks on the large door of the mansion. That made Bruce go on alert, he wasn't expecting visitors and to get to the mansion you had to go through the large main gate first. In any case the intruder alarm should have gone off.

Bruce approached the door as did Alfred. And the latter was the one who opened the door with caution.

Alfred was in shock as soon as he saw who it was and then turned his head to where Bruce was.

–"sir.....you won't believe it"

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Hey there, hope you're all good! I really love your writing, especially your fic for Hannibal. Would you consider writing a one-shot or hcs for me featuring a romantic yandere hannigram and a female reader, It would be cool if the reader had a gold digger and narcissistic personality due to past trauma, fearing dependence on others due to her abusive childhood. She's career-focused and always looks for rich men who can give her material comfort and stability. I understand if this is not something you are interested in writing, and I apologize for my English as it is not my first language.

Thank you so much!! I really appreciate it. I also want to clarify that I enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it and it met your expectations.

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TW: mild yandere, manipulation from both sides, childhood trauma represented in adulthood, the english is not my first language.

Since you were a little girl, your mother’s friends always told you how pretty you were. It made you feel good, but nothing could improve your family situation.

You grew up in a neighborhood forgotten by everyone, where the nightly fights between your parents were more frequent than the laughs. Your mother, trapped by financial dependence, silently accepted every insult and blow, while you watched from a dark corner, swearing to yourself you’d never be like her.

You couldn’t rely on school supplies or new shoes like most of your classmates. It made them laugh at you for using pencils you found in the lost and found box.

You were still small, but clever enough to reach one conclusion: money was important, and the lack of it only led to suffering and humiliation.

You needed it to gain respect, to stop being someone people would mistreat.

That little innocent girl turned into a teenager who took advantage of boys from other courses to buy things you wanted. With those things, you were able to improve your appearance even more.

But when you started university, the naive hormonal teenagers you used were replaced by rich men – most of them married. But you’d pull away without explanation every time they wanted to take the next step and formalize the relationship.

You were a “gold digger,” yes. But you wouldn’t marry anyone, no matter how rich they were. You couldn’t afford to emotionally depend on anyone. You didn’t want to be like your mother, who continued living under your father’s shadow.

Everything changed when you met HIM. Or rather, THEM.

After ending your last relationship, you needed to remind yourself why you did what you did. You decided to go to the gala, a place filled with wealthy, familiar faces, where you could hunt without much effort. You liked that world; even though you didn’t belong to it, you knew how to move like you did.

You were lucky, you always were. You were the most beautiful woman in the entire gala, and you really caught attention in a good way.

That burgundy dress beautifully accentuated your figure, combined with your confidence and that look you had—it was very alluring.

Will was the first to notice you, his gaze analyzing you as if he wanted to decipher every secret you kept. Hannibal, noticing his interest, let out a slight smile. To them, you were more than attractive; you were a challenge, a new piece in a game both of them dominated.

The game started subtly, as it always did. Hannibal and Will knew how to take control without their prey noticing, and with you, it would be no different. They watched you from afar, measuring your movements, calculating your intentions. You were good at playing with others’ emotions, but they were masters of manipulation.

Hannibal was the first to approach, impeccably dressed. He spoke to you in a soft, refined tone. Will joined soon after, with a smile that hid the intensity behind his blue eyes. They seemed like the perfect balance: Hannibal, the confident, methodical predator, and Will, the mask of vulnerability that disarmed any defense.

They treated you like the most precious gem of the night, their attention intoxicating and constant. And you, used to being the hunter, didn’t realice they had already turned the tables. Every word, every look, every gesture was perfectly calculated to trap you.

That night, when the gala ended, they both offered to take you home. You accepted, playing with the idea of how far you could go with them, but what you didn’t know was that they had already decided they wouldn’t let you go.

In the following days, you saw them more frequently.

Hannibal’s invitations always came with unsettling precision, as if he knew exactly when you needed an escape from the monotony. At every dinner, he offered dishes that not only delighted your palate but made you feel important, special. On the other hand, Will seemed to read your emotions before you could express them, always with a kind word and a look that promised understanding. Each of them, in their own way, was breaking down your defenses without you realizing.

The intensity with which they looked at you, as if you were a possession rather than a person, began to overwhelm you. More than once, you’d found them talking in whispers, exchanging looks that seemed to hold secrets you couldn’t decipher. But you assumed they were just planning some gift for you; you had mentioned a specific car model recently.

You weren’t stupid; you knew something was going on, but you couldn’t deny how much you liked the attention. Hannibal and Will gave you everything you had always wanted: security, admiration, luxury… even a kind of stability you had never experienced.

However, the true nature of their obsession came to light one night when you tried to distance yourself. You started to feel trapped, as if they were closing all your exits. You tried to pull away, inventing excuses and telling them you were studying for your upcoming exams at the university, but they weren’t willing to lose you.

–“Darling, you don’t need to worry about anything”– Hannibal said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. –“Everything you need is here with us.”–

Will, with his apparent sweetness, added –“Yes, darling, we give you everything you want, don’t we?”–

It was then that you realized they weren’t going to let you go. And the worst part was that, even if you wanted to fight, a part of you was enjoying what they offered too much. You had spent your entire life manipulating others, but now, for the first time, you felt the weight of being manipulated.

The problem was that you didn’t know if you wanted to escape… or if deep down, you were already completely theirs.

Despite everything, you chose to stay and have a good night with them. They were so skilled, so experienced, that they left you breathless with pleasure.

You woke up in the middle of the night in the enormous empty bed, so you decided to search for them.

It was bad luck that you entered the basement at the worst possible moment. When you opened the door, the air changed; the metallic smell hit you before your eyes could process the scene. Hannibal, covered in blood, worked with surgical precision on a body. Will, beside him, held a glass of wine, watching you with a calmness that froze your blood.

–“I thought you were asleep, love”– Will spoke.

You were in shock. The body, the calmness of the two men, Hannibal’s blood-stained apron.

Your breath became erratic as your vision blurred. Words died in your throat; all you could do was stand there, frozen, as the weight of reality sank in like a stone in water. Fear was one thing; what you felt now was something deeper, darker.

–“Love…”– Will spoke as he set down his wine glass and walked toward you.

This was too much. The idea that these two people, whom you had started to consider a constant in your life, were so far from the reality you knew filled you with a mix of terror and… something else. Because, even though you hated to admit it, a part of you understood what they were saying. And, worse, a small voice in your head whispered that maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Hannibal removed his apron and approached you, wanting to touch your hands as he always did.

–“Don’t touch me…”– you managed to say, stepping back, though your legs felt like jelly.

Hannibal tilted his head, watching you as if you were an interesting specimen under a microscope. –“Not? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Security, stability, the certainty that no one and nothing can touch you. We’ve given you that, and much more. We wouldn’t like to lose you.”

–“We can explain everything, love”– Will added, his tone now almost pleading. –“But we don’t want this to ruin what we have. We couldn’t bear to lose you.”–

You had always been independent, needing no one, proud and beautiful. But since they entered your world, you couldn’t get them out of your head. You loved them. You needed them as much as they needed you.

You had built your life on fierce independence, a shield against the pain of depending on someone else. But now, that shield felt fragile. Hannibal and Will had accomplished something no one else had: they broke you. You didn’t know if it was love, obsession, or just need, but you couldn’t deny that without them, the emptiness would be unbearable.

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A Little Princess

TW: mild yandere, manipulation, brainwashing, neglect by your real parents. Mentions of blood, mutilation, cannibalism, and murder. English is not my first language.

After escaping to Norway. A beautiful, semi-rural place, where Will could enjoy fishing and Hannibal…let’s just say he enjoyed hunting -human hunting, that is-.

Hannibal introduced himself as a surgeon named Adam Bakersfield and Will introduced himself as Ryan Bakersfield, a college professor who specialized in psychology. That’s what they said when there were curious people asking.

You were first met when your grandparents had called Hannibal to help you -he was the only doctor in town-. You had a huge pain in your side, which Hannibal easily diagnosed as appendicitis and quickly operated on you. Your body seemed to be healthy and once you’re a little older you could be an exquisite dish once you grow up since he doesn’t eat children.

Still, they hardly appeared in public and many had rumors about them. The house they got was quite far from the town, it was a house where they could do what they wanted without anyone bothering them.

But still one of them went out to do the weekly shopping. Hannibal had seen the way Will’s eyes sparkled when he talked about you and how you had helped him carry the bags to his car.

Okay, they see you as the perfect addition to the family, but they’re not crazy enough to kidnap you out of nowhere. No.

They invited you to have a snack at their house every afternoon and would plant ideas in your head little by little, telling you that your parents used you to make you work in small part-time jobs. Otherwise, why could you never buy yourself the nail polish you wanted so much? You also started to doubt if for your parents you were just the free babysitter they used to take care of your 2 younger brothers when they went on trips -something they did regularly to revive their relationship-.

They brainwashed you, they used your insecurities against you.

Did you never spend much time with your father since he preferred to spend quality time with his sons? Well, you won’t have a father figure, you’ll have two. Will will take you fishing and teach you all his tricks, Hannibal would teach you to play the piano or some other instrument you prefer.

Did they never let you have a pet? Well, you’ll be able to spend a lot of time with the dogs that Will recently adopted.

Did they never prepare something you choose? Problem solved! Hannibal will prepare your favorite meals every time you go to his house. -And I hope you like it, people died so he could cook. Literally-

With them you had everything, love, attention…

The people of the town didn’t know why you weren’t going around and helping everyone like always. They assumed that maybe you had a boyfriend or that simply taking care of your brothers kept you very busy.

Whatever.

You weren’t of age yet and that was a disadvantage for them since you couldn’t disappear without the whole town looking for you, but at the same time it was an advantage, you were young, a young person who could be easily manipulated.

But you weren’t stupid, they inspired you and that’s why you wanted to move forward, to be able to go to a nice university far from that small town.

One night you were doing some research, you were using Will’s computer while they were preparing dinner -or whatever they do-.

You knew they were a couple and you didn’t want to bother them, that’s why you tried to look up by yourself the things you wanted to present in an essay you had to hand in. You chose the passage of time and how AI developed.

You finished earlier than expected so you decided to have a little moment of leisure, you don’t know why or how, but you watched a documentary about the most terrifying murders in the world.

That was unusual for you since that kind of videos gave you anxiety since most of them still had the killers on the loose.

But still, what you saw in the top 4 left you disturbed. They were the photos of your friendly friends with other names: Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham.

Let me clarify that they introduced themselves under another name with you, they were Adam and Ryan Bakersfield.

You couldn’t believe it, at first you took it as a mistake but then you started to investigate even more.

Murder, mutilation and cannibalism was what you found.

You were very scared and nauseous.

You closed all the pages and sighed trying to keep everything in your stomach.

The door opened.

-“Honey, dinner is ready. Prepare the garlic bread you like so much”- Hannibal came in.

You nodded awkwardly and went to wash your hands, you were very scared but you wouldn’t say what you discovered, you would just act like you didn’t know anything and then you would go home to never return.

Once at the table Will noticed quickly, you were easy to read and even more so after Hannibal told him what he saw in the computer’s search history.

This You were so nervous, so scared that it was really hard to stay calm, at dinner, you could barely pick up the food with your fork.

Well. This can lead to three possible alternative endings depending on what you choose.

The first. If they see that you are too nervous, they will look at each other before smiling, they clearly know that the situation was too much for you.

-“Honey, is there something you want to say?”- Hannibal asked.

You dropped the fork on the plate and then stared at it in silence, like a deer looking into the headlights of a vehicle. You were scared and that would be easily seen just by looking at you.

In this scenario the situation got the better of you and you told them what you saw.

-“Oh, well…we wanted to tell you before, but we knew that would scare you.”- Hannibal began.

-“We will explain everything, finish your dinner first, okay? It’s not what it seems”- Will continued after stroking your head.

They explained to you that each of their crimes was justified. That they were doing good or at least trying to, but the FBI misunderstood them and considered them a danger to society. They had no choice but to flee.

And you believed them.

You believed absolutely everything they said and you were at a point where you no longer wanted to return to the town with your real parents. They manipulated you so much that you no longer wanted to be away from them. The brainwashing was so successful that you ended up being the daughter they both always wanted.

But you still had a sensitive stomach. Which still didn’t allow you to participate in their crimes, and they also kept you away from the kitchen when Hannibal dismembered the bodies.

Still, the three of you were happy together as a family. It’s a shame that the whole town is looking for you after you “disappeared.” But they don’t know that you are happier than ever with your new parents.

The second possibility is that you didn’t empathize with them or their murders, you felt disgust for having eaten their food

-“Honey, come. Let’s talk”- said Hannibal while he searched for you in the small forest behind his house. But you knew it wouldn’t be just like that, not while he had that knife in his hand.

-“We’ll just talk a little, then we’ll eat ice cream and we can watch a movie you like”- added Will while he had a flashlight in one hand and his phone in the other, calling you to make your phone ring.

Your phone rang inside, you were so absent-minded that you forgot it there. That gave you the opportunity to flee to the road and run to your house.

You had been able to escape, but when you got home, your parents were having dinner, they hadn’t even waited for you or saved a portion for you.

-“Oh, Y/N, we thought you would have already eaten at the Bakersfield house. You should have been here and helped me prepare dinner, if you wanted to eat you had to help”- your mother spoke when she saw you out of the corner of her eye, she didn’t even look at you, otherwise she would know how scared you were.

You ignored what she said and went straight to your room.

But your body stopped thinking and your mind stopped being on alert.

Even though they were murderers, they were much better than your parents. They loved you –in a twisted way But they still did it–.

Or maybe it was Stockholm syndrome talking for you.

You went out the window and went back to their house.

You were like a lamb going straight to the slaughter. Adorable.

But they believed in second chances, you were their perfect and beloved daughter, everyone makes mistakes sometimes, right? You were still too young.

And the third possibility… It’s the worst of all.

You don’t confront them directly. Rather, they already know.

You try to run But Will grabs you and immobilizes you while Hannibal prepared something in a glass and squeezes your cheeks until you open your mouth and drink what he prepared.

Maybe it took you 4 or 5 minutes to pass out in Will’s arms.

But it wouldn’t be the same for you anymore. You would be in that house away from everything whether you wanted to or not.

One or six months passed, you didn’t know it, But you were no longer the bright young woman, the one who smiled at everything and liked to help, they knew it just by looking at you.

That’s why they decided to free you. But not in the way you would have liked.

One afternoon when you were curled up next to your bed in the room they gave you. Will came in and crouched down next to you.

–“Hi honey, you know you’re a good girl, right?”– he asked as he caressed your cheek, which was now thinner than he would have liked.

You nodded in silence. Hannibal appeared at the door.

–“Wash your hands, darling, it’s time for a snack.”

You did and then went downstairs. Both of you looked at each other when you sat down at the tea table on the patio.

The place, the tablecloth, the snack, everything was similar to the same thing you had the first time you arrived, when Will wanted to thank you for helping him carry the groceries…

–“Darling, you know how special you are to us, right?”– Hannibal began as Will stood up –“You were the best daughter we ever had. We love you and we want you to stop suffering.”

When Will stood behind you, you instinctively stood up but Hannibal grabbed your wrists.

–“we’re sorry baby, but this will be the best for you”– Will said after putting his hands on your thin neck.–“we love you baby”

“We love you” was the last thing you heard before losing consciousness. Will was suffocating you with his hands.

You had been so special to them and they hated to see you suffer, that’s why they had freed you.

But hey! You can choose one of the three endings. It all depends on you and the choices you made.

THE END

A little too long, sorry I really like Hannigram as a platonic yandere.

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Can you write a yandere Steve rogers who is a yandere for Tony Stark's wife, the reader. The reader and Tony are inseparable, and are very loyal to eachother. She is the only one to actual be able to make Tony settle down and she is spoiled by him ect.

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TW: Yandere, stalking. Courts hip of a married woman. English is not my language, I translated all of this using a translator. I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes 😞.

Everything for her.

Tony had always been a complicated guy; that was a fact. But with you, everything was different. Since you got married, it seemed like he had found something he didn’t even know he needed. His sarcasm was still there, of course, but with you, it softened, and his days as a frantic genius ended with you both curled up on the couch. Iron heart? Nah, when he looked at you, it seemed to melt.

You were crazy about him. You adored him as much as he adored you (and yes, Tony would also be a yandere, but more chill, okay?). Sometimes he drove you nuts, but you knew it was part of the package. For his part, he spoiled you with affection and details: private dinners on rooftops, ridiculously expensive jewelry you told him you didn’t need (which he gave you anyway), and most of all, a love so steady it made you feel like you were the most important thing in the world.

But someone else was watching.

Steve Rogers.

From the first time he saw you at a party in Stark Tower, he knew there was something about you he couldn’t ignore. You were with Tony, laughing at some silly comment he made, but Steve couldn’t take his eyes off your smile, off the warmth in your gaze. That night, he tried to shake off the strange feeling. Spoiler: he couldn’t.

Every time he went to the tower, he found excuses to be near you. He always showed up at the most random moments: when you were alone in the kitchen making coffee or while Tony was in the lab and you were resting on the couch. At first, the questions were casual.

–“How are you doing? Everything okay?”–

But over time, his comments began to change.

–“It’s amazing how you manage to calm him down”– he said once, with that soft tone he used only with you. –“I never thought Tony could change, but you… you make him different.”–

You laughed, a little uncomfortable. –“Tony’s always had a good heart. You just have to know how to see it.”–

Steve nodded, but in his mind, things were very different. Tony didn’t deserve you, not like he did. Tony was selfish, impulsive, and in Steve’s eyes, didn’t know how to value what he had. He, on the other hand, did.

And that’s when things started to get messy.

Steve found ways to plant doubts, to get into your head.

–“Did you know Tony’s getting involved in another dangerous mission?”– he casually mentioned one day. –“He didn’t tell me, but you should talk to him. Sometimes he doesn’t measure the risks.”–

Of course, you got worried and confronted Tony. But laughing, he simply said, –“Since when is that idiot so invested in my life?”–

The weird part was that Steve kept showing up more than necessary. He was always there, like a shadow. His comments started making you uneasy.

–“How do you put up with him? It’s complicated, isn’t it?”–

–“I love him”– you replied without hesitation.

Steve’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

And that’s when strange things started happening. Your favorite necklace disappeared. Your phone appeared in places you didn’t leave it, with messages opened that you didn’t remember reading. And the feeling of being watched, even when you were alone, became constant.

Tony noticed right away. –“What’s wrong, love?”– he asked you one night.

–“I don’t know. I feel like… someone’s watching us.”–

He hugged you, kissing your forehead. –“As long as I’m here, no one’s going to touch you, got it?”–

But the danger wasn’t outside the tower.

One night, while Tony was in the lab, you went downstairs to grab some water. As you crossed the kitchen, you saw him there, standing in the dark.

–“Steve? What are you doing here?”– you asked, taking a step back.

–“I wanted to see you”– he said, taking a step toward you.

–“At this hour?”–

–“I always want to see you.”–

The tone put you on edge. –“I think you should leave. It’s late.”–

Steve grabbed your arm—not hard enough to hurt you, but firm enough to make you tense. –“Why are you with him, Y/N? Tony doesn’t deserve you. You know it.”–

–“Steve, you’re crossing a line”– you said, trying to stay calm.

–“Everything I do is for you”– he insisted, with an intensity that scared you. –“Tony can’t protect you like I can. He can’t give you what you need. I can.”–

Before you could respond, the door to the lab opened.

–“What the hell is going on here?”–

Tony.

Steve let go of you immediately, but the tension didn’t drop.

–“We were just talking”– Steve said as if it were nothing.

Tony looked at you. You were trembling slightly as you moved closer to him. –“Tony…”–

–“Don’t ever go near my wife again”– Tony said, his voice so cold it made you shiver.

Steve clenched his jaw but said nothing. He left, though you knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

That night, Tony didn’t let go of you. He held you like he wanted to fuse with you, whispering that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. But even with him by your side, you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes watching you in the dark.

What you didn’t know was that Tony was already planning how to get rid of Steve. If he had to turn the rest of the Avengers against him, he would. If he had to ruin his reputation, he was willing to.

Because for you, Tony would do anything. And his hand wouldn’t tremble when it came to sending the “damn shield idiot” to hell.

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Fandoms.

-DC.

-Marvel

-Hannibal (series)

-Resident Evil

-Pretty little liars.

-Banana fish

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What I could do.

-Character x Reader

- nsfw

- Platonic relationships

- hcs

- one-shots

- Lesbian, gay and polyamorous relationships.

- Scenarios +18 or +21

-Non-con

What I would NOT do

- Incest.

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My favorite person.

TW: Yandere themes, kidnapping, mentions of murder and kidnapping, explicit kidnapping, and more.

Jason loved you, he loved you so much since the moment he saw you. You were so young, full of life, and eager to help people living on the streets. He watched you from a nearby rooftop when you handed out blankets and food to the homeless in Gotham.

That’s when Jason began to follow you.

He discovered you were a journalist, and in Gotham, that was practically a death sentence.

Don’t worry, Jason followed you everywhere and eliminated some of the people who were also trying to kill you.

He also gave you gifts he knew you would like; he sent anonymous messages about events that hadn't gone public yet, even sent you some photos for your blog, and even large floral arrangements.

Although he had a lot of work, he couldn’t stop watching his news segment. He liked watching you talk about a case, he loved how you looked so smart, so confident, and with those dresses that highlighted your lovely curves.

He was a huge fan of your work, loved the way you wrote, and couldn't wait for the next update on your weekly blog, which led him, out of love, to hack your computer and gain access to everything—even if you noticed.

Still, nothing compared to the pain he felt when he found out you were writing a blog about him and that you were planning to present it on the news. He felt betrayed. After everything he had done for you, how could you do this to him? He just wanted to protect you, but you betrayed him.

And you will pay for that.

He slammed his laptop aside, rising from the chair and pacing back and forth in his hideout. His mind was a whirlwind. He had protected you, given you everything, even things he had never given anyone else. He felt vulnerable with you, and you had stabbed him in the back.

—“How could you do this to me?”— he murmured, clenching his fists.

He knew he needed answers, needed to confront you. But more than that, he needed you to understand what you had done, what you meant to him, and why your actions were unacceptable.

That night, while you were working on your blog at home, you received an anonymous message. The sender had been your constant source of exclusives, so you didn’t suspect anything when you opened it. But this time, the message was different.

—“Do you think you can write about me and get away with it? We’ll see each other soon.”—

A chill ran down your spine. You looked around your apartment, feeling like someone was watching you. You tried to focus on your work, but the fear was palpable. You closed your laptop and decided it was better to go to bed early.

That very night, Jason was in your apartment. He had entered effortlessly, using the skills he had learned to open your lock. He watched you sleep, his dark figure blending into the shadows of the room. His gaze was fixed on you, a mix of adoration and anger.

He quietly walked to your desk, looking at the notes and drafts on your laptop. He wanted to destroy it, erase all traces of what you had written. But he couldn’t do it without confronting you first. He wanted to hear from your lips why you had betrayed him.

You woke with a start when you felt a hand on your mouth. Opening your eyes, you saw him. Red Hood was there, standing in front of you, his intimidating yet familiar figure. You tried to scream, but his hand firmly covered your mouth.

—“You’re not going to scream. I just want to talk,”— he said in a calm but tense voice. Slowly, he removed his hand, giving you space to breathe.

—“Who are you? What are you doing here?”— you asked, your heart racing, although something inside you already knew.

—“Isn’t it obvious?”— he said as he took off his mask, revealing his face. —“I’m the subject of your blog. I’m the man who’s been protecting you from day one.”—

Your mind took a moment to process it. —“You...”— The words caught in your throat. You had researched so much about Red Hood, but you never imagined he’d be this close to you now.

—“Why did you do this?”— he asked, his voice heavy with pain. —“After everything I’ve done for you, why did you betray me?”—

—“I don’t know what you mean...”—

—“You’ll understand, don’t worry, princess.”—

—“I’ll delete it if that’s what you want,”— you whispered, but your words only seemed to fuel his fury.

Jason stepped closer, leaning over you. —“No, you didn’t. But I did because I love you. And now you’ll understand what that love means.”— His gaze was intense, dangerous.

You had no escape. And at that moment, you understood that things would never be the same.

He tried to grab you, but with a swift move, you covered his face with the blankets, using the confusion to run.

You ran. His footsteps echoed behind you. The door was near. Not close enough. You felt the tug on your hair.

—“We’ll be together, together forever,”— he spoke as he slammed your head against the wall.

—“I love you... and we’ll be together forever,”— he spoke with such tenderness, then removed his red helmet and kissed your bloodied and semi-conscious face. Everything looked blurry.

His smile was sweet and disturbing, a smile that promised you would never escape. It was the last thing you saw before you passed out.

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