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YOU AND ME FOREVER.

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Tw: forced marriage, threats of violence, forced drug use, explicit rape, English is not my first language.

Content +18, read at your own risk.

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The demon's head was behind you.

You didn't know how or why and it's not relevant to the plot either.

He had seen you, he knew who you were.

A perfect woman in every way –or at least to him and that was all that mattered–

The last thing you remember was being in your car before you were hit and everything went black.

You woke up in a room where the smell of incense filled your nostrils.

The walls were dark stone, illuminated by the dim light of golden chandeliers. There were expensive silks on the curtains and carpeting so soft it seemed to absorb any sound. A room straight out of another time.

You tried to move, but your wrists were bound with a sturdy cloth, neither too tight nor too loose. There was an unusual care in it, as if whoever had bound you didn't want to hurt you... but also didn't want to let you escape.

A chill ran down your spine when you heard footsteps. They weren't hurried or heavy, but measured, self-assured. As if each step was calculated.

Then you saw him.

A tall man, with cinnamon skin that shone and looked very soft, his eyes were green and stood out against his skin in a delicious way and matched his green tunic with gold details. You swallowed.

–"You don't have to worry"– he whispered, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his cold and firm hand resting on your wrist, right on the fabrics –"You're safe here."

Your body tensed.

–"Where am I?"– your voice sounded hoarse, dry.

Damian smiled.

–"In your new home."

Silence.

Your heart began to beat strongly, adrenaline awakening all your senses.

–"No"– you whispered, with a lump in your throat.

–"This has to be a mistake."

Damian tilted his head, evaluating you as if he didn't understand why you were scared.

–"There's no mistake. I've been watching you for too long. Now, finally, you're where you belong."

His fingers caressed your cheek with a disturbing tenderness, as if the gesture was natural.

–"This... this is a kidnapping"– you murmured, trying to reason with him.

But his smile widened, and the candlelight made his gaze look even more intense.

–"No, my love. This is our destiny."

His lips brushed your forehead with a devotion that froze your blood.

–"Tomorrow will be our wedding."

You couldn't breathe. You were very afraid.

Damian kept looking at you, his expression was that of a man who had already planned everything, who couldn't conceive of the idea that something could get out of his control.

You didn't even know how much or when you fell asleep, but you woke up when some maids untied their bonds and began to prepare you.

Your legs and arms were numb from being in the wrong position for so long.

–"It's time"– one of them said in a calm voice.

They didn't give you a chance to resist. They helped you stand up. Your legs were numb, but they caught you before you could fall.

You were taken to another room, larger and more luxurious, where a large mirror occupied the central wall. There, the women began their work.

They stripped you of the clothes you were wearing, with almost reverent care, and before you could protest, they began to prepare you.

Perfumed water fell on your skin as one of them washed you with sea silk sponges. Another untangled your hair with a golden comb, while the third applied oils to your skin.

Everything was so meticulous, so ritualistic, that you felt like you were nothing more than a doll in their hands.

After what seemed like an eternity, the dress was placed on you.

It was heavy. Too heavy.

The fabrics were thick and rich, a deep red with gold embroidery that shimmered in the light. The neckline was high, draping you in a sultry elegance, and the long sleeves ended in delicate lace.

But the worst were the accessories.

Gold necklaces were piled on your neck, heavy bracelets adorned your wrists, and an elaborate headdress was placed on your head. It felt like a crown, one that crushed any hope you might have of running away.

You looked in the mirror and barely recognized yourself.

The maids stepped back, admiring their work with satisfaction.

–“You’re ready”– one of them announced.

The door opened again.

And there he was.

Damian watched you from the threshold, his black and gold robes highlighting his imposing presence. His green eyes scanned every detail of your appearance, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

–"You are perfect"– he whispered.

He approached you calmly, taking your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up.

–"There is no turning back, my love."

His lips brushed your forehead, a cold and possessive touch.

–"Let's go."

Your heart was beating hard, adrenaline burning every fiber of your body. You felt the weight of the jewels, the oppression of the dress, but none of that mattered.

Damian took your hand with apparent tenderness, ready to lead you out of the room.

It was at that moment that you acted.

Your fingers closed around one of the gold clasps on your dress, sharp at the edges, and with all the strength the heavy fabrics would allow, you brought it to his neck.

But he moved too fast.

Before you could even touch his skin, his hand caught your wrist in a firm grip. It wasn’t rough, not enough to hurt you, but strong enough to immobilize you.

His gaze, which had previously held that calm, possessive glint, turned cold.

–"How disappointing"– he murmured.

And then, before you could even breathe, his other hand closed around your face.

It wasn't a caress, it wasn't a tender gesture. His fingers pressed your jaw with authority, forcing you to look at him directly.

His green eyes burned with a terrifying intensity.

–"Did you really think you could hurt me?"– his voice was low, dangerous, but without a trace of uncontrolled anger. His self-control was absolute, and that made him even more terrifying.

You tried to pull away, but his grip didn't budge.

–"Don't make me be cruel to you"– he whispered, leaning in until his lips were close to your ear –"I won't hit you, not yet. It would be a shame to ruin such a beautiful face on such a special day."

Your blood ran cold.

Damian slowly pulled away, with the confidence of a man who knew he was in absolute control.

With one last glance at the frustrated wound on your hand, he let out a sigh, almost as if he was tired.

–"Don't try something like that again"– he ordered –"Or I'll be forced to teach you discipline in another way."

Then, he took your hand with a disturbing gentleness and intertwined his fingers with yours.

–"Now, come. They're waiting for us."

The "wedding" went on, you wanted to cry every moment, you couldn't fight, you were scared, very scared.

Damian put the ring on you, a beautiful one with a stone that surely cost more than the lives of your entire family.

You felt like vomiting when he kissed you, for a second you thought about moving away But he grabbed your waist and then kissed you harder.

–"Anti amirati… anti malikati." (You are my princess… you are my queen.)

When he moved away he grabbed your hand and walked to a balcony where below, all the people dressed in black bowed.

–"Taḥya almalika!" (Long live the queen!) – they shouted But you didn't understand anything.

–"You see, habibti? They already see you as their queen, now there's only one last step left"

That made you shiver, you knew what was coming.

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Damian took you to a room, a huge one, with luxurious fabrics and a huge bed.

He looked at you and grabbed a small, suspicious-looking bottle from a table.

–"drink this"

You stepped back when he uncorked the small bottle and it was only a matter of seconds before he made you drink all the cloying liquid.

–"it's okay, you'll be okay."

You heard his whisper as he put you on the huge bed and began to take off your dress. Your whole body was hot, you felt your cheeks burn and your eyes fill with tears, you didn't feel sad, you were scared But you wanted him to keep touching you.

He pulled your dress off, humming when he saw your naked figure.

–"Darling, we'll be so happy."

He started licking your neck while playing with your nipples, you let out a small moan.

Damian laughed as he took off his robe and revealed his toned body. He smiled and then grabbed something from under the pillow and showed it to you, it was a condom.

–"We don't want heirs yet, do we? We have an eternity for that. But not today."

You screamed a little when he started to put his erect penis in you while kissing your neck and collarbones.

–"Ah...."

You could barely moan before he kissed you with tongue and with his hands he massaged and squeezed your thighs.

His thrusts were constant and neither slow nor fast, he made you enjoy it to the fullest.

He loved watching you, he loved this expression you had, that beautiful expression of not understanding what was happening but still wanting more.

He pulled out when you were about to have an orgasm.

–"it won't be fun if that happens too soon."

He teased, he kept kissing you, worshiping your entire body until he moved up and kissed your mouth, sticking his tongue in, tasting your oral cavity.

Your brain was temporarily fried and you couldn't pull away when he entered you again.

You lost count of how many times you came.

But you did know how much it hurt the next morning. Your entire body felt sensitive and your head was about to explode. The sunlight coming through the elaborate curtains hurt your pupils that were still dilated.

–"My queen. I hope it's a very good day for you... because it is for me"– he whispered beside you, his voice still sleepy but he was probably more awake than you.

You didn't answer, you just made a small squeal when he caressed one of your bare breasts.

–"We will spend decades together. I'm so happy to spend the rest of my long life with you, habibti. You will be immortal with me and we will live many decades. You and I forever."

"Forever and ever......"

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My Desired Daughter

Hi! The poll I made a few days ago ends today so "yandere platonic Bruce wayne" officially won. Enjoy reading!

TW: manipulation, platonic yandere, threat against parents, threat fulfilled. etc. English is not my native language and this is translated with google

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The first time Bruce saw you he didn't give it much thought, you were just one of Tim's friends who knew how to play well with technology.

But it wasn't until he really needed your help with something since Tim couldn't. Bruce showed up dressed as Batman in your room when you were putting up a Flash poster in your room.

Well, in short, after you helped Batman with one of your "inventions" he started to feel attracted.

It wasn't a romantic attraction or an unhealthy obsession in that sense. No. Bruce Wayne wasn't that vulgar. His thing was more... deep.

He wanted to be YOUR father.

There was no logical reason behind it. He had seen orphans all his life, he had rescued children from misery and abuse, he had adopted more than one. But you weren't an orphan. You didn't need a father. You already had one.

And that only made him love her more.

You had a loving and functional father and mother despite being divorced.

He didn't want to seem like a pervert – he didn't need to be in the magazines again since you were still underage – so he was careful about getting close to you.

He would talk to you when you came to Wayne Manor to do homework with Tim and sometimes he would interrupt you to bring you some lemonade.

But that was only until you made new friends and you didn't talk to Tim as often anymore and you stopped going to Wayne Manor to do homework.

It's not that you two fought, it's just that you found other friends, but every now and then you would say hello to Tim when you passed them in the hallways at school (elementary, middle, high school, etc. Take your pick)

Bruce was left with a bad taste in his mouth and he investigated your mother and father to see who he could seduce – Bruce wouldn't miss the opportunity to be your stepfather.

He found out that your mother owned a coffee shop downtown, an hour away from the Wayne Industries building.

An hour? Yeah, definitely Bruce would drive an hour every morning to go get a coffee at your mother's coffee shop and slowly court her.

Well, he's Bruce Wayne. Handsome and charismatic, the crush of all the women in Gotham.

It wasn't more than 5 months until you and your mother went to live at the Wayne mansion since Bruce proposed to you.

Yeah, very fast, but your mother was really in love with him.

But despite that he could hardly talk to you, you were hardly at the mansion, you went out with friends or with your father who took you fishing, on unusual excursions.

You had a good father and that frustrated Bruce.

But he got fed up with that and decided to interfere directly.

You were in the limo with Bruce, Alfred was driving, he was coming from the Wayne Company and you were coming from school. You hadn't wanted to get too close to your new "stepfather" for three reasons: the first was that you didn't know him very well and you weren't good at socializing with adults, the second reason was that he was the father of your friend with whom you hardly spoke even if they now lived in the same house and third, you had problems with your mother.

Your mother could fall in love easily and in a strong way, the last time you tried to sympathize with your mother's former partner, she yelled at you saying that all you wanted was to steal "her man" from her.

She was a good mother and an excellent person, but she went crazy with the men she loved.

–"Your mother and I are going to dinner tonight. Would you like to join us?" – her voice broke the silence, deep, almost warm. But there was something in her tone, something calculating, that made you feel uncomfortable. You knew that her invitation was not simple courtesy.

You looked at him, frowning.

–“I don't feel like it, but I appreciate your offer, Mr. Wayne”– you answered evasively, still looking out the window. Bruce wasn't that easy to dismiss, you knew. He had learned over time that Bruce Wayne didn't just accept a "no." His face remained calm, but something in his posture changed, as if his patience was beginning to wear thin.

The limo took a curve and stopped in front of Wayne Manor. Alfred, the eternal butler, had stopped talking, and the air inside the car became increasingly dense.

When you finally arrived at Wayne Manor, Bruce didn't move away from you.

–“Hey Y/N.”

He followed you to the main room, his steps at your side like an echo of a presence that would never leave you.

You were about to enter, but something stopped him. Suddenly, in an unexpected turn, his hand caught your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

–"I don't want you to ignore me"– he murmured, with a danger you couldn't ignore. His grip was firm, just enough pressure to make your jaw hurt, but still not enough to make you scream. –"And I don't want you to be so... distant anymore. Do you understand me?"

His eyes remained fixed on yours, as if the entire world could crumble around you and the only thing that mattered was what he wanted from you.

Your breathing quickened as you tried to break free, but his strength kept you prisoner.

–"Talk about this to anyone and your father will end up behind bars for selling drugs."

–"My father doesn't sell drugs"– you whispered.

–"That's not what the evidence will say."– His tone was sharp, and the threat was clear. You wouldn't say anything else, not with the fear you felt.

Your mother was so infatuated that asking for help sounded stupid and your father, you didn't want Bruce to follow through on his threat.

But you couldn't, you couldn't stand this, you tried to run away one afternoon where your mother was with your father, she had gone to pick up one of her things that she had ordered on the internet and it arrived at her old address. It was not necessary to mention how upset she was about that.

You grabbed your backpack, you were going to go with your father, you were going to tell him everything.

But when you were about to cross the threshold they grabbed you by the backpack and pushed you to the floor, you fell on the carpet.

–"I thought you would be smart and not make me have to do this..." – he spoke with clenched teeth, he took the backpack from you and threw it in the corner and then grabbed you by the hair and dragged you.

–"ENOUGH! PLEASE STOP, IT HURTS!" – you cried.

He took you to the laundry room and pushed you inside before closing the door.

You didn't know how long you were there, you were really scared. Scared of what this psychopath would do to your parents.

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You woke up when the door opened and you saw his shoes.

–"oh baby, come here, I didn't mean to be so aggressive with you... you just didn't leave me a choice"– he whispered before hugging you.

You wanted to push him, bite him or scratch him. But you were scared, really scared.

–"let's have breakfast together, it'll be a father and daughter breakfast"

He seemed happier than usual.

Bruce carried you to the living room where the television was on and left you on the couch to go get breakfast.

Then you saw it. The journalist was talking about how they were able to catch a couple with more than 20 kilograms of crack in their house.

That couple was your parents.

You cried until Bruce stood in front of you, with a smile that said he had already won everything.

You would be his daughter now, he had the cunning, the influence, and the desire to be your father.

And he had succeeded.

–"you can call me 'dad or father' from now on"

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MASTERLIST.

DC

Yandere Platónic Batfamily x reader "Pierced Little Bird"

Yandere Platónic Jason Todd x reader "you will never be alone again"

Yandere Platónic Damián Wayne x reader "My beloved and dear little brother".

Yandere Platónic Bruce Wayne x reader "My Desired Daughter"

Yandere Romantic Damián Wayne +18 "you and me forever".

Yandere Romantic Jason Todd "My favorite person"

HANNIBAL NBC

Yandere platonic Hannigram x young reader "A Little Princess".

Yandere Hannigram x "interested" reader "Love"

Yandere Hannigram x innocent reader "Our little lamb.".

RESIDENT EVIL

BANANA FISH.

HELLUVA BOSS/ HAZBIN HOTEL

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

[ni-idea-07]

Hello! I love your fics so far but I was wondering if you had a masterlist? Anyway KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK😋

Hello! It's true, I forgot to make one. so in a few moments I will publish it and it will be HERE.

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Hi people!

Well, thanks for your attention, greetings 🫠

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My beloved and dear little brother.

TW: platonic yandere, possessive behavior, mentions of infidelity, careful what you wish for, mild yandere, your little brother loves you more than he should. English is not my first language.

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You were the first legitimate and blood daughter that Bruce had with a model who was already married, that is why you remained under the "guardianship" of Bruce, your biological father.

And since you were the product of an affair you could not go out into the light because you would ruin your mother's reputation, marriage and career.

But Bruce could not leave you adrift, not even in an orphanage, you were his blood and he loved you very much. You grew up in Wayne Manor, laughing and jumping, you met all the other children who came and went from the mansion, you laughed with Dick, Elias for hours with Jason and cried his death, you played chess for time with Tim, you put on makeup with Stephanie and danced Ballet with Cassandra.

But they were always older siblings in the mansion, even though you loved them, for a long time you also wanted to be an older sister, to have someone to take care of.

You had been asking Bruce for a younger brother for years, Alfred, you even asked Dick to convince Bruce to give you a younger brother with Selina –yes, Dick spat out his coffee when you told him that–.

–"Please sir, send me a younger brother. An angel, the cutest one you have"

But one day, all your prayers and wishes were fulfilled.

Damian arrived at the mansion. You were excited to approach him despite knowing that he could kill you in a second. At first he was annoyed by your attitude, he was the heir of the demon king, the prince who would one day lead the league of assassins, the biological son of the bat.

While you were only the product of an adventure, you did not even legally have the surname of Bruce Wayne or your mother.

But still, he couldn't help but see how pathetic you were, helpless and unable to defend yourself.

But he didn't know that until he attacked you, he thought you were like the other Wayne brothers, he thought you were capable of defending yourself or at least dodging his attack, he hit you in the ribs as soon as you offered him your hand.

You were a disappointment to the Waynes according to him.

But you were the best thing in the mansion, you taught him oil painting and love for animals. He will never forget the time you begged Bruce to let you keep the turtle you found or when you wanted to show him how to mix oil paints correctly so they wouldn't opaque and you put the tip of the brush in your mouth to fine-tune the strokes. –you were more used to working with watercolors–.

According to him you didn't have the slightest idea of how to protect your physical integrity.

But don't worry, your brother would help you.

I should say that he would get jealous if you went to school and had friends. But Bruce wouldn't let you go, he was also partly a yandere, he didn't want to lose you or for you to be infected by the "teenage rebellion" that the other boys had, so he taught you.

–"Let's paint something today"– he used to say after entering your room without knocking.

You smiled like an idiot after that, Damian didn't know how to feel about you. But you gave him some peace of mind and he felt different.

He felt loved.

That changed when you suddenly started dating, Bruce gave you his last name, he "legally adopted" you since your other older brothers had been pressuring him for a while, you needed to go to school and socialize.

That made Damian constantly in a bad mood, despite not having socialized with so many boys your age, you were charismatic and everyone really liked you. And Damian took it upon himself to ruin some things so you could spend more time with him.

Had you arranged to meet your new friends to go to an arcade? Well, Damian showed up before you left saying that you promised to make him cookies or a dessert. You didn't have a good memory since you were always so hyperactive, so maybe you could have promised, maybe not.

Did you have a date? Bruce would definitely find out about it thanks to Damian and he would forbid you from going under any excuse.

Did your other brothers invite you out? Damian pretended to be sick, he knew how to act very well.

Were you planning to go to the school end of year party and had you asked for permission weeks ago? Damian will take care of your dress with one of his animals, the little demon tore your precious dress –which you spent days choosing the perfect one– and then gave it to Titus to lay on top of.

You found Titus on top of some scraps, you didn't understand what the fabric was until the dog got up when you grabbed the leash to walk him. Your heart broke when you saw the scraps.

–"Oh, cupcake. I'm sorry about your dress" –your father said as he comforted you.

'Cupcake' was a nickname he regularly used for you when he tried to manipulate you, he looked sad for you but inside you smiled, he didn't like your date for the dance and thanks to Damian everything was in its place.

-"come on, let's watch a movie, the three of us."

It didn't matter how much you wanted to have friends or a partner, you wouldn't have it since "something" would always happen.

But it really doesn't matter, you have a younger brother and a father who take care of you.

Damian wouldn't leave you alone, you were HIS sister and he knew he was your favorite brother which made you naturally put him on a pedestal.

That's why you didn't believe Jason when he said that Damian went through your phone and deleted things or blocked and removed contacts. You knew Jason had a problem with Damian, but you understood and still loved him.

You didn't believe Tim when he said he saw Damian watching you while you slept, you knew Tim sometimes hallucinated from not sleeping in so long.

You didn't believe Dick when he said Damian was going through your room and stealing things.

You also didn't believe Stephanie and Cass when they tried to tell you Damian was pretending to be sick when he wasn't.

But you would have believed them... because every time you wanted to get away for a bit and be independent, something happened.

Your ruined dress.

Your cancelled date.

Your missing messages.

Your increasingly distant friends.

And in the end, you always came back to the mansion, to his arms, to the safety of his presence.

To his control.

To his sick love.

Damian had granted your wish for a little brother.

And he had no intention of sharing you with anyone.

You had him on a pedestal, don't worry, he would have you on his pedestal too.

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you will never be alone again.

Platonic Yandere Jason Todd X Reader.

TW: illegitimate siblings, cheating, mild yandere, mutilation threats, non-graphic mutilation, paranoia, threats. English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes

Somehow Jason found out he had a younger sister. It didn't really matter how he found out, but he was excited and panicked at the same time. Well, he had a lot more emotions on his mind.

He had to find you and see you for the first time in person which touched him the most.

You weren't of age yet and you weren't a baby, you could take care of yourself, but he wouldn't allow you to be alone like he was in the past.

–"Hey, brat, how much for a candy?"

You were surprised when he asked you, after all he was twice your size and he didn't seem like the kind of person who would buy the ugly and cheap candy you sold out of obligation.

Once you told him the price, he pulled out his wallet, a rather full one, you threw away the box of candy and took his wallet from him, leaving him with a smile.

He wouldn't chase you, he already knew where you would go.

Like every night you returned to the shelter where they let you sleep, that night you slept well, when you gave the money to the "Madam" - as everyone called her - she let you sleep in a bed and gave you decent food. She always took in children and forced them to sell candy so they would bring money, if they didn't bring anything at the end of the day they wouldn't eat, but those who brought enough money could eat and sleep well for a week.

The next morning you woke up feeling strangely satisfied. You had brought more money than usual and you hadn't had to run too much to get it. The "Madam" had given you a decent bed and a hot meal, which was a luxury in your daily life. But that feeling of security didn't last long.

As you stepped out onto the street with your box of candy in hand, you ran into the same man from the night before.

Jason Todd.

You didn't know his name yet, but his presence was impossible to ignore. Tall, muscular, and with an expression that seemed a mix of amusement and something more... dark.

–"Morning, little thief"– he greeted you with a sly smile, leaning against a lamppost. I hope you slept well with my money.

Your body tensed. It wasn't the first time you'd stolen, but you'd never encountered someone who came back for what was theirs. Or worse, who seemed to enjoy the game.

–"I don't know what you're talking about" – you muttered, feigning disinterest as you tried to walk away.

Jason chuckled, but his hand moved quickly, catching your wrist with ease. He didn't hurt you, but his grip was firm.

–"Oh, come on. Don't worry about it."

–"Consider it a gift."– He leaned in a little, his voice dropping to a whisper. –"But tell me, do you like that place?"

Your expression hardened. You didn't understand what he meant.

–"I mean, the 'Madam' and her cute way of treating children. Making them work for their own food... that doesn't sound very fair, does it?"

Your stomach clenched. You didn't know why, but something about the way he said it made you feel uncomfortable.

–"It's none of your business"– you muttered, trying to let go of your wrist.

Jason didn't budge. His eyes, a deep blue, shone with something you couldn't figure out.

–"It is. And even more now that I know you're my sister...."

Your breathing stopped.

–"What... what did you say?"– you whispered, feeling the world around you shake.

Jason smirked, as if he'd been waiting for that reaction.

–"Yes. You're my little sister. I looked into it."

–"Don't worry about the details, the important thing is that I found you."

His other hand rose to ruffle your hair with a strange tenderness-. And now that I know you exist, I'm not leaving you alone in this hole.

Your instinct told you to run. To flee immediately. But Jason's grip tightened a little more, as if he could read your mind.

–"Calm down. You don't have to decide anything now."

His smile turned a little colder. –"But I'll make one thing clear to you..."

He leaned in, his breath brushing your ear.

–"If that woman ever lays her hands on you again or forces you to work one more day... I'll cut off her fingers, one by one."

A chill ran down your spine. There was no anger in his tone. There were no screams or empty threats. Just a promise said with the calmness of someone who would really do it without thinking twice.

And for some reason you knew he meant it.

Things went on as usual for the next few days... or at least, that's what you tried to convince yourself. But the feeling that someone was watching you never went away. Sometimes, when you turned a corner, you saw a silhouette that disappeared too quickly. Other times, you felt a presence nearby when you were selling candy, as if someone was making sure everything went well.

And worst of all: every time you brought money to the shelter, the Madam would You looked more closely. Something had changed in her attitude.

One night, when you returned after a particularly long day, you found her waiting for you with her arms crossed and a tight smile.

–"You've been bringing too much money lately."– Her voice sounded sweeter than usual, which only put you more on alert. –Who have you been kidding, sweetheart?"

Your jaw clenched. You knew any wrong answer could cost you dearly.

–"I'm just selling well"– you replied calmly.

The Madam clicked her tongue, approaching with slow steps.

–"Don't lie to me. I've seen that man following you. Tall, leather jacket... too well dressed to be a common customer."

Your stomach churned. You couldn't deny the obvious.

–"I don't know what you're talking about."

The slap came before you could react. Your cheek burned, but you didn't make a sound. It wouldn't be the first time this happened, and you knew that reacting would only make her continue.

–"Listen to me, you little shit"– her voice sounded icy. "If you're saving money or if you're thinking of leaving, you'll regret it."

You didn't answer. You knew you didn't need to.

That night, as you lay down on the bed you'd won, fear settled in your chest. Not just because of the Madam, but because you knew Jason was right. You weren't going to last much longer here.

And sure enough, the next day, Jason stopped watching from the shadows and took matters into his own hands.

When you left the shelter, you found him waiting for you right outside, leaning against his bike with a bored expression.

–"Good morning, sis. Ready to move in with me?"

You opened your mouth to refuse, but he just held up a hand, stopping you.

–"I don't want to hear excuses. I know what that witch did to you last night."

His gaze hardened for a moment. –"I made sure she never touches you again."

Your body tensed.

–"What did you do?"

Jason shrugged nonchalantly.

–"Nothing too drastic... yet. I just made it clear that if she tried to hurt you again, she'd lose more than just her fingers."

You didn't know what that meant exactly. You didn't want to know.

But when you looked back at the shelter, you saw the Madam peering through the window, her face pale as a ghost.

Your chest tightened. You didn't want to admit it... but being with Jason seemed safer than staying here.

The days with Jason in his apartment were... strange.

The place was horrible, unkempt and almost empty.

There was no decoration, just some functional furniture and a couple of guns lying around, as if they were decorations. The smell of gunpowder, cigarettes and old coffee permeated the air. Still, everything was in perfect order. Jason had made an effort to clean the apartment because he was afraid that you were allergic to dust.

Still, the real danger was him.

Jason was not normal.

From the first day, he behaved intensely. He wouldn't let you go out alone, always having an excuse to accompany you. He insisted on knowing what you were doing all the time and, if you took longer than expected in the bathroom or kitchen, he called your name impatiently, as if he was afraid that you would disappear.

And when you didn't get an answer right away... well, you'd learned that Jason didn't have much patience

One time, you locked yourself in the bathroom for a few minutes longer than usual because you wanted some peace. You hadn't thought it would be a problem... until you heard a loud BANG and the sound of the door being smashed in.

Jason walked in with his gun drawn, his eyes red with fury and his breathing ragged.

–"What the hell were you doing!?"– he demanded.

Your heart stopped.

–"I... I was just in the bathroom..."

Jason stared at you for a second, then let out a shaky breath.

–"Don't do that. Don't make me worry like that."

And then, without warning, he hugged you.

It wasn't a warm, comforting hug. It was tight, suffocating, almost desperate.

–"You can't leave me alone. Not again."

His words made your blood run cold.

Again.

You had no idea who he was referring to. But in that moment, you knew it didn't matter.

Jason wasn't sane.

And you were stuck with him.

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Our little lamb.

TW: mild yandere tendencies, yandere behavior, mutual love (???), kidnapping, and possible Stockholm syndrome. English is not my first language.

It had only been a few months since the worm of love had burrowed deep into your chest.

You couldn't help but get nervous even if they were three meters away. Normally, you always felt nervous around Hannibal or Will. Both were perfect, but you were more of a "love in silence until it fades" kind of person. You tried to act normal around them, just as you did with your other coworkers.

Meanwhile, Hannibal and Will were somewhat discouraged by the distance you kept in their presence, especially after Hannibal once told you that your perfume was exquisite and suited you perfectly—he loved smelling you every day.

But of course, your reaction, the way you tensed your shoulders and clenched your fists, made it seem like you were either annoyed by his compliments or even rejecting him for no reason.

Days turned into weeks, and although you tried to control your nerves when crossing paths with Hannibal or Will, your shyness and anxiety seemed to send the wrong signals. You had heard rumors at work about how they had a strange dynamic, even for the more open-minded, but you never paid them much attention. However, their increasingly insistent glances started becoming more noticeable, to the point where you began to feel like they were following you beyond working hours.

Hannibal, with his sharp mind, couldn’t understand how someone who fascinated him so much could act so evasively. He wasn’t used to rejection, especially not from someone who seemed so vulnerable, so fragile. Will, on the other hand, had a much more visceral instinct: he interpreted every gesture of yours as a personal rejection, and that tormented him. What could they have done to earn your apparent disdain?

They started talking about you in private, first casually and then with growing intensity. For Hannibal, you were an intriguing figure to be studied and understood. For Will, you were an obsession that fed off his constant self-loathing and need to be loved. Together, they decided that if they couldn’t win you over with words or gestures, they would make you see how much you meant to them in other ways.

One night, after a long day, you found yourself alone in the parking lot at work. You were used to the silence, but something in the air that night felt different. You quickened your pace toward your car, feeling a tightness in your chest that you couldn’t tell if it was from your usual nerves or something more tangible.

–"Where are you rushing off to?"– you heard suddenly from behind. Will was standing a few meters away, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted, as if trying to read you. Before you could answer, a second voice came from your left.

–"You look tense. Maybe we can help you relax"– Hannibal said, his tone as smooth and persuasive as always, though there was something in his gaze that made you alert.

Your breathing grew erratic. Both men were too close, blocking your way out. You tried to stay calm. –"I'm fine, I just..."– you said, your voice barely a whisper.

Hannibal took a step closer to you, his charming and dangerous smile spreading across his face. –"We’re worried that you haven’t been completely honest with us, dear. You seem to avoid our company. That hurts, you know?"–

Will nodded, his intense gaze drilling into you. –"We just want to understand why you hate us so much. Did we do something wrong? Because, if we did, we want to fix it."–

–"I don't hate you"– you stammered, feeling the air around you grow heavier. –"Really, I just... I'm not good with people."–

Hannibal exchanged a glance with Will, and both seemed to relax, but the shift in their attitude didn’t reassure you. Hannibal was the first to speak. –"Oh, that explains everything. But don't worry, dear. Now that we know the truth, we can help you."–

–"Help me?"– you asked, taking a step back. Your back hit your car, trapping you.

Will took a step forward, his expression a mix of tenderness and something darker. –"Yes. You don’t have to worry about being good with people. You just need to be good with us."–

The rest of the night was a blur in your memory. You woke up in a strange place, a luxurious room but devoid of any personal items. You felt your wrists heavy, and when you tried to move, you realized you were tied to the bed with silk ribbons.

The door opened, and Hannibal entered with a tray. –"Breakfast. It’s important that you stay strong. We don’t want you to get sick."–

Will appeared behind him, leaning against the doorframe. –"You don’t have to go back to work. You’ll be safe here, away from everyone else. Only we matter now."–

Your heart raced as you tried to comprehend the situation. They approached you, each taking a side of the bed, their gazes fixed on you with a terrifying and possessive intensity.

–"You don’t have to worry about anything"– Hannibal murmured, caressing your face with a softness that felt like a threat disguised as comfort. "We’ll take care of you. We’ll love you the way you deserve."

Will nodded, his fingers playing with a lock of your hair. –"And don’t worry, no one else will be able to take you away from us. Never."

You were trapped, a pawn in the twisted game of two brilliant and dangerous minds. And the worst part was, in some dark corner of your heart, the idea of being the center of their attention didn’t seem so bad… at least, not yet.

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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.

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Enjoy.

Love.

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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what marvel characters do you do? Do you do the X-men?

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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.

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-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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