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Wife at First Sight

A mini series of drabbles where Simon decides you’re his wife the moment he laid eyes on you

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six (coming soon)

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The colors are giving Van Goh ✨🍄‍🟫🫐

Fairy Frogmother, watercolor, 2024 (ig/kofi)

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Hey everyone! It's Silas. I apologize for not posting in months. I don't like talking about my personal life because when it comes to being a writer online I'd rather remain anonymous about my real life identity. But let's just say I joined the military and I don't have a lot of free time as I once have. I'll try to keep writing because I enjoy doing so but please understand that I won't be able to as often as I once have. Thank you all <3

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𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.

prologue. // chapter one.

chapter two. // chapter three.

chapter four. // chapter five.

chapter six.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒.

yandere villain x secretary!reader

[silassinclair]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

tags. yan!villain x secretary!reader, gender neutral reader, modern au, implied superhero au, mild blood & injury tw

Imagine being the assistant of the VILLAIN.

There is nothing special to it, really. He is the CEO of a company that acts as his alibi, where only a small group of people know of his secret identity as the villain terrorising the nation. Although his morals are a little (a lot) questionable, all he really wants is revenge, never straying from his goal. Besides, the company's perks are good, and he pays every single minute of overtime too.

Imagine one day, the Hero infiltrates the Villain's company.

The Hero's voice rings loud and clear over the sound system. He assures everyone not to fear, instructing everyone to evacuate the premises immediately. He says he does not want any blood shed unnecessarily. The Villain is his only target.

Really, you should run too. You should turn on your heel and never look back. You had enough money to fake your death, live under a new identity, basking in wealth and luxury for the rest of your days. You'd only be arrested as the villain's accomplice if you stayed. Really, you should run.

But… do you want to?

You groan, cursing yourself for your idiocy as you make a mad dash toward the Villain's office. You know you can get there before the Hero does.

You don't bother with formalities, stumbling into the room unceremoniously.

The Villain is lounging on his chair, swivelling it around to face you the moment you enter. His devilish grin drops, replaced with a frown. He hadn't expected it to be you. “Why are you still here?”

“You're my boss. Why wouldn't I be here?” You answer easily. The answer comes to you more naturally than you had expected it to. Smirking, you add in playfully, “Who's gonna pay me if you get arrested?”

He barks out an incredulous laugh, and you can't help but laugh along with him.

All jokes aside, the Hero would be arriving any second now. Back to business. “Sir, there isn't any time left. You have to go now.”

He doesn't look at all worried. Standing, he beckons you toward him.

“Since you're already here, you'll be my hostage.”

Multiple things happen at once. The Hero barges into the office. The Villain pulls you into his arms, pushing a dagger against your neck. You scream.

“One step closer, and they die,” the Villain threatens.

The Hero hesitates as the Villain backs away, inching toward the secret passageway. It is then you notice it is the blunt side of the blade that he holds toward your neck. Playing along, you let out a soft cry, grasping at the Villain's arms.

“Let them go.”

The Villain hums, tilting his head to the side. “And why would I do that?”

“You —”

The passageway opens then, and he slips the both of you inside. You hear the Hero shout, but the opening seals shut, leaving you trapped in the tunnel with the Villain.

There's something odd about the look in the Villain's eyes. Confrontations like these have always happened one way or another, with the Hero, well, being a hero, and the Villain being the villain. This is the first time you've directly been involved, though. All you’ve done so far is give him reports and manage his schedule, like how any regular personal assistant does.

Despite being friendly and easygoing, he's always been rather distant. One could get along with him just fine, but growing close to him is a whole other story. Not to mention, when he gets mad, he’s utterly terrifying.

Though perhaps you've never been as terrified of him as you are now. You have your back against the wall as he looms over you, hands clutching your shoulders tightly. You can feel his breath as it fans across your face, and his nails that dig into your skin. The look in his eyes is almost manic.

“You… stayed.”

You nod. Should you not have…? God, why did you have to be the only one that stayed? Perhaps you really should've run just now.

“You didn't leave.”

“I didn't,” you agree.

He lets out a shaky breath. “You stayed. You… Huh. That's new.”

You freeze up. How the hell are you supposed to react?

Minutes pass. Slowly, the Villain releases you from his grasp. He laughs softly, turning on his heel and striding down the tunnel, toward the exit. You follow him hastily, just grateful to finally be free of that weird situation.

It is only later you realise his hands had been trembling.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

The Villain changes after that incident.

He had gotten off just fine. No one could prove the company's charming CEO was the villain anyway, and the Hero had his own secret identity to protect. You returned to work the very next day.

But… he keeps staring at you.

He's not even trying to hide it, giving you an innocent little grin whenever you catch him. He stares at you like a puzzle he can't quite solve. It's weirding you out.

He keeps saying odd things too. He never used to be this chatty, especially not with you. He asks about you, your hobbies, your favourite things. You wonder if he's gone insane.

“Do you need me to call a doctor?” you ask him, biting away the exasperation from your tone.

He looks up at you curiously. “No, why?”

“You're acting odd.” You point out.

“Really?” he says, chuckling. “Don't worry. I'm not sick. You've merely piqued my interest.”

Why? The question must show on your face. He only shrugs in reply, casually laying back against his seat. There's something positively feline in his smile. “You wouldn't like the answer.”

In hindsight, you really should've ran that day.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

The Villain gets hurt one day.

It is after a fierce battle with the Hero. You rush from the office to the Villain's estate immediately. He had summoned you over the phone, and he hadn't sounded all that well. You've already called the private doctor over, but it seems as if you would have to administer the first aid.

You rap on the Villain's bedroom door once before entering, medical kit clutched in your hand.

It's a gruesome sight. He's collapsed at the foot of the bed, back against the mattress. There's blood everywhere. On the floor, on the sheets, on his clothes and on his skin. His outer clothing has been strewn across the floor, leaving him in a simple shirt and pants. Bruises are already forming on his body, blood oozing from multiple gashes along his chest and arms.

His eyes follow you as you enter, and he grits out your name. At least he's still lucid. That's good.

“Forgive me,” you murmur to him.

You throw his arm around your shoulder, hauling him up onto the bed. He groans. You apologise again softly.

Using a pair of scissors, you cut away his shirt to inspect the entirety of the damage. You wince. With wounds like these, you hope the Villain gave as good as he got.

Well, on the bright side, he wouldn't die. Most of the damage is surface level. Once the doctor arrives and stitches them all up, he'd be fine as long as they didn't get infected. You use a sterile piece or gauze to wipe as much blood away as you can, then disinfect everything with antiseptic.

“Sir, are you hurt anywhere else? Any fractures? Dislocation?”

He huffs. “Check my ankle.”

He's already kicked his shoes and socks off for you. It's definitely a sprain, swollen by a considerable amount. Gingerly, you crack open an ice pack and dab on his ankle.

“You don't have to be so gentle. It's not as if my foot will snap off.”

You roll your eyes. “I just don't want it to hurt more than it already does.”

The look on his face is an odd one. Dark, and intense in a way you can't quite grasp. But you don't get to hear his response, for your earpiece chimes, and through the comm. system, the security guard tells you the doctor has arrived.

“I'll bring the doctor up,” you tell him, standing.

“No.” His answer comes sharp and immediate. “Stay. You have to. The doctor can come up by himself.”

You sigh, settling back down. Fine.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

The Villain stares at you silently, eyes stormy. The expression on his face is a particularly dangerous one. He tilts his head, his question coming out whisper soft. “You're going on a date?”

The guy at the company's front desk had asked you out for lunch that morning. He's cute, and he's always been sweet, so you agreed.

“Can't I?” you ask in confusion. It was your own lunch break after all.

He seems to catch himself there, expression turning kinder. “Of course you can.”

…

“How was your date?”

You huff. “He never showed up. Hasn't even read a single one of my texts. I asked the other girl at the front desk, but she said he disappeared right before lunch.”

“What a shame. You looked excited.”

You were. You've always been busy with work, so it's not everyday you go out on a date. Damn. He had been good looking too.

Whatever. Maybe he had a family emergency or something. He isn't even back at work. Perhaps you can ask him tomorrow. Maybe —

“Let's go on a date. To make up for the one you missed.” He grins, looking entirely too chirpy. “I promise it'll be worth your time.”

What?

The Villain pouts slightly. “I would've taken you out on a date if you told me you wanted one. You can just stay here with me. You don't need any other guy.”

You let out an awkward little laugh. You've known he's grown fond of you since that day, but this was absolutely crazy. Here he is, practically offering himself up as a rebound, making those eyes at you and smiling that smile.

“It's my treat. Please?” he presses.

Well, he is cute. Cuter than that receptionist guy. Plus, wouldn't do any good to piss your boss off anyway, especially not a villain. You sigh. “Alright.”

His response is positively radiant.

…

Later, as the Villain escorts you out of the restaurant, you find out that the guy who stood you up actually died. Cause of death was a heart attack, most likely from overwork. Still… You can't help but have your doubts.

The Villain’s grip on your shoulder tightens fractionally. You glance up at him in concern, and notice he's been peeking at the texts you received.

He frowns. “Is there anything wrong?”

“It’s just… Nevermind, it's nothing.”

You don't want to think about it. You don't want to ask, nor do you want to know. You already know what kind of person the Villain is anyway.

He smiles, self satisfied and pleased. Pulling you closer to his side, his arm drops to your waist.

“Don't worry. I made sure he didn't suffer too much.”

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

The two of you start dating officially.

The Villain is sweet, and charming, a good boyfriend to boot, and you like to pretend you don't see the mania in his eyes when he looks at you.

Still, dating your boss just feels weird. It probably broke a few terms in your employment contract too. Also, what if you broke up? That would just be plain awkward.

You suggest resigning from your position as his secretary. You have enough money to live a cushy lifestyle for the rest of your days anyway. You also have the credentials to find a job anywhere else.

You promise him you won't tell a soul about his secret identity. Anyway, who would believe you?

“What?” he asks incredulously. He laughs, amused and borderline desperate. “No. You can't. Absolutely not. I refuse. You're not allowed to quit.”

He practically leaps from his chair and into you, the force of it sending the both of you stumbling onto the ground. You land mostly on top of him, his body cushioning the impact for you.

You startle slightly at his reaction. You knew he'd resist, but you didn't expect it to be this vehement about it. “I won't. Okay, I won't.”

You push yourself so you're seated upright, and he does the same. He hugs you from the back, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“You have to stay. You must.”

“I'm staying,” you tell him firmly. “... Forget I said anything.”

It's an odd angle, but you manage to make do, tangling your hand in his hair. He sighs happily, melting against you further.

“Good. You're the only one in this goddamned world I need.”

[silassinclair]

Live fast, die young, bad boys do it well.

💌 ⤻ CLARKE MEADOWS, THE HOCKEY PLAYER

—> he's loved the ice since he was a kid, but maybe he can love you too.

⤻ reader is female, yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, thoughts of killing, small gore, obsessive behaviour, suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol, set in a university (all 18+), identity crisis moment lolol, [h/n] is hobby name

The first time he met you was at a party. He couldn't exactly remember what you were doing, you were one of those people that were irrelevant to him. Whether you were dancing with your friends and screaming to the music of the party or slumped in a corner, restless and alone, he didn't know. All he knew was that some people talked about you and he registered your name into one of those in his mind.

He was an asshole like that, he supposed. Or maybe he didn't care. He didn't care because his only care in the world, should be Hockey.

His Father was a hockey player and he wanted to live up to that expectation. He wanted to surpass him in both fame and skill and that was his whole identity. His identity was tied to this sport.

His friends? People from his hockey team.

His girlfriends? Didn't really have any, but his requirement for being his girlfriend was that she needed to always come to watch his games.

Even his popularity was all intrinsically tied to his sport. Everyone knew him as the guy who became Captain of the Hockey team in just one year of joining.

The guy who everyone knew would be in the big leagues, up there with Nathan MacKinnon and Seth Jones.

He was so close to being signed on with a team.

Everything was about hockey, before everything became about you.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Sure, Clarke Meadows knew about you. But he didn't know about you.

Not until that day you stumbled on him inside one of the rooms of the frat house he was in. You had simply wanted to take a piss somewhere and since the toilets not connected to the bedrooms were all taken, probably from pent-up teenagers and people who were vomiting from all the alcohol and decided to take your luck and pray no one was inside blowing each other's backs out.

Even if they were, you honestly could overlook it for the sake of being able to finally relieve yourself.

That's when you stumbled upon his sad self.

He sprawled onto the bed, a spilled bottle of beer falling from his hands with a soft clink before rolling to the other bottles of miscellaneous alcohol strewn all over the floor. Your first instinct was to be worried because with the amount this dude was drinking, he could be suffering from food poisoning.

You made your way towards him and sat on the bed. "Hey, hey!" You called out, trying to wake him up by shaking him, worried that he had passed out or even worst, died.

He groaned and swatted your hands away like a baby being disturbed. "What the hell do you want?" He growled out, surprisingly hostile when he had always been somewhat polite to everyone around him. Just as he didn't know you, you didn't know him.

"Are you okay?" You asked, irregardless of his tone.

"Fuck... yes, I'm fine!" He snapped at you, covering his face as you noticed something sparkling in the dim lighting of the room. Tears? "Just quit being so loud." He told you. He must have drunk a lot for your whispers to be considered loud in his ears.

"No one drinks that much or starts crying when they're drunk because they're fine." You retorted as you watched him wipe away the tears on his face before sitting up. His drunk eyes focused on you, on your blurry figure and body. But your face seemed to be the clearest of them all. Your eyes, your lips, your eyebrows and cheekbones, everything shone as bright as the sun.

"You wouldn't get it." He said.

"Try me." You didn't know why you said that.

And perhaps out of drunken vulnerability, he replied, even when he didn't know why he did it. "Just... what am I supposed to do with my life?" He murmured.

You raised an eyebrow at his words. Wasn't he like some popular hockey dude? "Your hockey, I guess? I heard you like it." You said, completely forgetting about your need to pee.

"No, I don't- I don't know what I want. Besides my hockey, what else do I have?" He asked and your eyes widened at his words. What else did you know about Clarke Meadows beside his hockey skills? You tried to think. He liked hockey... he was popular and... yeah, you couldn't think, especially with all that alcohol stocked up in your mind.

"You have free will, you know." You reminded him.

"But then, my hockey." He slurred, like a baby.

"Is anyone holding you at gunpoint to only play hockey?" You asked.

"N-no." He murmured, as if his eyes have been opened.

"Then try new things, see where it takes you." You said as you dusted your skirt off and sighed. "No one can force you to do things you don't want to do."

"But I do like hockey." Oh my God, you wanted to just smack him over the head right now, he was acting like such a baby. "I love it. It's my whole life." You almost felt jealous of the sport. No one had ever said 'I love you' in such a way to you before.

"You can love different hobbies. We aren't like robots tuned into one thing. I like [h/n], but I also like [h/n]." You informed him. His dark blue eyes pierced into your [e/c] ones and you paused just to admire him. Gods, was he pretty. He was such a pretty boy it almost made you feel jealous that his face wasn't yours. "An- anyway," you felt embarrassed for imparting advice when you weren't even that smart, "just think about it. I'm not forcing you to try new stuff either. Ultimately, it's your choice." You flustered and eventually went to the bathroom after remembering your urges.

When you came out, he was already gone.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

For the next few days, you felt eyes on you. Dark blues one, but you didn't know that. You stopped going home alone every night after your later classes and you started carrying pepper spray with you as an extra precaution. Yet, every time you turned around, you couldn't see anyone following you.

You even felt it when you were resting in the university's courtyard.

Of course, as the readers of this fic knows, it was Clarke Meadows.

Sure, your words were cheesy and kind of cringe but you made him feel seen, outside of his talents. Maybe it was by accident, but in the world, there were no accidents, just fate. And he decided that it was fate to have met you and be comforted by you. You didn't need to do this but you did anyway, and he had grown completely smitten for you.

He collected a pen that fell from your bag, he bought perfumes, shampoos, body wash, conditioners that smelled like you just so he could wash himself with them and convince himself the scent was from his dreams of cuddling next to you. He collected the trash that you threw, putting them in a ziplog bag like a complete freak and dumpster diver. He followed you home to ensure no unsavoury people were stalking you... which was ironic. He even kept watch for you whenever he could during your lunch times.

When you talked to another person, he thought of all the different ways he could slam his hockey stick into their head or shins. He imagined how it would be like to be bloody and have you wipe away the red. He wanted to kiss you while he enveloped you in the blood of his rivals.

But for now, he'd be a silent protector, by your side.

"Don't worry, my saviour, I'll keep you safe."

[silassinclair]

Making up with ID! Leon after an argument? (fluff?)

Of course anon! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it <3 Sorry it took so long to respond I've been busy asf. Anyways this one is pretty short because I didn't really know what to write. CW// Alcoholism, Arguing, Jealousy

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Workaholism

ID!Leon x Reader

You knew what you were getting into when you married Leon Kennedy. Whether it be helping him fight alcohol addiction or cuddling close in the midnight hour. You fell in love with every part of him and adored him for it. But sometimes he would really be a stubborn old pain in the ass. Especially right now.

"Leon I really miss you. I understand you have a really intense job but you don't have to take this mission! The mission was optional yet you took it on anyways. And in December too? I want to spend Christmas with you." You say, pouring your heart out into every word. You two have been at it for over an hour.

But there was no winning with your workahoic husband. He was as stubborn as a bull. And when he wanted things his way he would get it. But you couldn't let him win without putting up a fight, there was always a chance after all. This is for his own good. The hours he put in were unhealthy and you see the tolls it takes on his body.

"Y/n." Leon utters lowly. "I need to do this. Who else will?" He was sitting on the couch manspread; pouring himself a glass of bourbon. You've been helping him fight alcohol for years but here he is drinking right in front of you. He may as well spit on you because of how blatantly disrespectful he's being.

You're standing in front of him arms crossed and hands clenching your biceps. You're at your limit right now, there's only so much you can take. Everything feels hot; your throat, your eyes, and the grip you have on yourself.

"Leon do you not want to be with me? That you'd rather fight bioweapons than spend Christmas with you wife?"

The annoyed groan Leon lets out only makes you feel 100x worse. If this is what he wants then fine. What was the point in even trying anymore? If you two did spend Christmas together it would probably be miserable knowing his attitude.

Walking to the other end of the couch you plop down in defeat. "Forget it." You mutter. "Spending Christmas together would only make us both miserable. Just go do your job, I'll spend Christmas with someone else."

Leon turns to face you, his attention off his drink for once. "Someone else?"

You nod with an eyeroll. "Yeah, I'd rather not spend the holiday alone so I'll spend it with someone else."

"Who?" He mutters darkly.

"Well Chris is taking off so I'll spend time with him and Claire if she's available to-"

The sound of Leon's glass slamming down onto the coffee table makes you halt in your words. Leon was pissed before but now he looks downright enraged.

"No way in fucking hell am I letting my wife spend Christmas with another man." He seethes, now standing over you with either hand by the sides of your head on the couch.

You on the other hand are sitting stark still. Like one move would cause the cobra to strike.

"What else am I supposed to do then?" You say softly. Leon has never been this mad at you before and you were honestly scared.

Leon exhales through his nose slowly and shuts his eyes. "Baby do you know why I've been putting in all the extra hours?" He questions, answering your question with one of his own.

"Because you want to keep the world safe?" You mutter hesitantly. But Leon only chuckles and shakes his head back and forth. He opens his eyes and looks down at you with a crooked smile.

"Yes and no." His hand moves to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "The world is only worth saving because you're in it. But the reason I work so much is so I can provide for you. Every cent counts because I wanna spoil you baby."

His words make you deflate. All the anger built up over the past hour from arguing has left your body.

"Leon..." You whisper; but his lips kiss yours in a soft, quick, peck and you're immediately silenced again.

"I wanna provide for you sweetness. I hate imagining you cooped up alone in this apartment while I'm out. I wanna see you in a big open kitchen just like you wanted. A living room with a grand fireplace and closet to hold all those sexy clothes I love seeing you doll yourself up in."

He sighs and looks down off to the side. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before I just... It's embarrassing. Being unable to provide for you."

You frown firmly and hold his face in place causing his blue eyes to widen.

"It's your turn to listen to me now Kennedy." You state. "Don't put yourself down like that you hear me?"

He gasps when you pull him into a hug. Your fingers rake through his silken blonde locks and your other hand rubs calming circles into his back.

"Don't ever feel like you're not doing enough for me. I don't need fancy things to be happy okay? I need you to be happy. So instead of working so hard to afford fancy shit, work less so we can spend time together. Because you're all I really want."

Leon sighs shakily and cradles the back of your head, bringing you into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry baby... I just want what's best for you."

You reply softly, "You're what's best for me Leon."

He brings you into a passionate kiss. One the two of you have been needing for a long time. His lips taste like cheap liquor and it has you feeling tipsy. Rough hands feel down your waist and touch at the belt loops of your jeans.

"Now what was that about spending Christmas with Chris huh?" He rumbles roughly through sloppy kisses.

You part away panting to catch your breath. "That was just to get at your nerves."

Leon smirks. "Bad girl. I should teach you a lesson huh?"

[silassinclair]

I'm Back!!

Hey everyone! I'm back from my short break!! I'll take some requests and make some oneshots for the rest of August but once September hits I'll be gone for a really long time (Like a year or more). Just a heads up I enlisted a couple years back so my basic training starts September. I won't be able to write, let alone use my phone. So request while you still can while I'm here :')

[silassinclair]

I LOVE your new blog design but ngl I do kinda miss the old colours purely cuz it was less straining to the eyes when I wanted to read your stuff late at night😭

Glad you like the new style! Also is your Tumblr in dark mode? Or are you reading on PC rather than mobile?

[silassinclair]

Hey everyone! It’s Silas.ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ I’m going to be taking a short break from writing since I am quite burnt out.｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡My request box will still be open however. But I just won’t answer any in the meanwhile. (_ _).｡o○Have a good day/night everybody

[silassinclair]

idk if ur comfortable with this but ur boxer writing with the doc reader makes me think of mignon

I’m not sure how my writing reminds you of steak but that’s pretty epic

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magdalene

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Let me Take Care of You

Yandere Boxer x Injured Reader

Summary: It’s always been you taking care of Viktor and the other fighters. After all you’re the gym’s doctor! It’s your job. But what happens when it’s the other way around and you’re the one with the injury this time?

CW// Injuries, Blood, Personal Space Invaded

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The gym was packed with fighters training for the upcoming fight this weekend. This weekend Viktor was going to be fighting a German fighter named Iron Klaus; the famous Iron Claw of Berlin. One punch from him and the opponent will be out like a light. So Viktor has been training especially hard in dodging and weaving for the past month.

While everyone was focused on training you decided to clean up a little bit around the clinic. The last doctor who worked here had no organizational skills whatsoever and it peeved you. So why not use the spare time to tidy up a little?

The top cabinet was pretty dusty. The dust was pretty annoying too because the fighters with a dust allergy would always be sneezing whenever they came in. Wetting one of the paper towels you look for something to stand on so you can reach the cabinet. There’s no stools or four legged chairs, only your swivel chair.

“This idea a terrible idea.” You think to yourself. But you have to get rid of that dust for the sake of your patients. So you wheel the chair over and put a foot on it. The wheels immediately feel like they want to slide out from under you. But you ignore it. You stand to your full height with both feet on the chair and begin dusting off the cabinet top.

But suddenly one of the six plastic wheels burst off the chair, throwing you completely off balance and sending you falling to the hard tile floor.

“AH-!” You scream and hit your head on the counter then fall to the floor with a loud thud. Groaning in pain you massage your tail bone. But then something gets in your eye. Something wet.

Tapping your forehead you flinch with a hiss when you accidentally touch an open wound.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit.” You mutter repeatedly and rush to grab a mirror. Shuffling through the junk drawer of your desk you find a compact mirror and flip it open. And to your horror you see that the top right of your forehead as a long bleeding cut. Luckily it isn’t too deep but without proper care it could scar.

“Great…”

Getting some rubbing alcohol and a cotton pad you spurt some onto the pad. But just as you’re about to dab it onto the cut the door slams open causing you to drop the wet pad.

“Can you knock-?! Viktor?” You calm down when you see it’s just Viktor. If it were Alexi you would have thrown the alcohol bottle at him.

“I need some ice..” His words fall off his tongue and his eyes widen when he finally looks at you. Viktor takes large hurriedly steps towards you immediately.

“What happened kroshechnyy!?” He asks worriedly. “You’re bleeding so much. It may scar your simpatichnyy (pretty) face.”

You roll your eyes. “It looks worse than it feels. It’s alright. I was just about to disinfect before you came barging in. And don’t slam my door open anymore, you’ll break it.”

Viktor just grunts and takes you by the arm and pretty much forces you to sit on the bed. “I will help you.” He says and looks through your cabinets and drawers for supplies. He gets some hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, gauze, and medical tape.

“You really don’t have to do that, go back to training Viktor. Don’t waste your time with me.” You say earnestly. He needs to spend his time training, not taking care of you. It was your own fault for getting into this mess anyways.

With all the supplies in hand Viktor turns to you with a shake of his head. “Any second spent with you is a second well spent, not wasted. So let me take care of you.”

And he wasn’t asking. He goes to work immediately and dabs some of the hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball and dabs it onto your forehead. When you wince in pain he shushes you calmly like a baby. Cooing and reassuring you that everything is going to be okay.

“Shh shh kroshechnyy, it will only hurt a bit.” He whispers and cleans the wound. The bleeding has stopped now.

His eyes are calm and focused as all his attention is on you. Helping you, taking care of you, loving you. It feels so domestic cleaning your wound. It makes him feel like the two of you are lovers. He gently lays a square of thin gauze over the cut and tapes it down with some of the medical tape.

“Sorry if the job is… sloppy. I am not used to attending wounds.” He mutters with disappointment in himself.

But you reassure him with a light smile. “Hey it’s a better job than what I would’ve done with just a compact mirror. I appreciate it, thank you.”

Viktor nods softly, he turns away from your gaze as pink blush dusts his pale cheeks.

You sit still for a moment. The sting of the cut is slowly fading away thanks to Viktor’s first aid. But then you remember why Viktor came into the office in the first place; you retrieve a bag of ice from the mini fridge.

“Here. Thank you again for helping me.” You say and hand him the bag.

Viktor nods with a small grunt and accepts the bag.

“So what’s the ice for?” You ask. “Did you get hurt?”

Viktor nods. “Olēg hit me pretty hard in the ribs. Old bald bastard still packs a mean punch.”

You chuckle. “Well it’s good practice for you against your upcoming match with that German guy. Anyway, you can rest here while you use that ice.”

Viktor smiles slightly. “You’ll let me rest here? Usually you always try to shoot me away kroshechnyy.”

Well he had a point. It annoyed you when Viktor would come in here on the daily and just watch you while you worked. But for the past few weeks he hasn’t visited due to his rigorous training regiment. Deep down you missed his calm presence and his awkward attempts at making small talk. So what if you missed him a little bit? He was the only decent company here. All the other fighters have no manners.

“This time is an exception, think of it as a thank you for patching me up this time.” You say whilst organizing some drawers.

You feel warmth press up from behind and turn your head slightly to the side. Viktor’s gotten up from the bed and came up behind you, pinning you to the desk with a hand on the hardwood on either side. His front is right against your back and you can feel his warm breath on the side of your cheek. He leant his face down lower; his lips just barely graze the shell of your ear.

“Viktor what did I say about personal space-”

“Sorry, I can’t help myself. I just really miss you.” He says with a low hum. His voice is rich and deep like honey, but also dark and dangerous like the night.

Shivers shoot up your spine. What was he trying to pull? “Viktor I said I wanted to take it slow with the whole becoming friends again thing…”

His hand slams down on the desk making you jump with a yelp.

“Well I’m getting impatient.” The growl in his voice makes your blood run cold.

“O-Okay okay j-just calm down for a sec.” You say wobbly. The feeling of his nose on the top of your head makes your train of thought stall. He inhales your scent slowly, reminiscing in the nostalgic smell of your lavender shampoo.

“Just let me hold you close… please. Think of it as your gift to me for patching you up.”

You nod your head in understanding. Viktor is a damaged man. He’s touch starved, affection starved, and had a rough up bringing. If he wanted some semblance of comfort from you then you’ll happily give it. Even if it’s awkward and slightly uncomfortable for yourself. But hey, maybe the uncomfortable feeling will go away soon once you two re-bond overtime.

“It’s alright.” You whisper and pat his back. “I’m here now… Just don’t fuck up again okay? Or I really won’t forgive you ever again.”

He hums lowly. “I’ll never. Never again.”

His arms wrap around you into a warm embrace. And you welcome the embrace. His exterior is cold but his arms are warm. You can’t help but put your arms around him in return.

The two of you bask in a couple minutes of calm silence. But shouts from outside the clinic yelling for Viktor can be heard. Said blonde grumbles in annoyance as he lets go of you, much to his distaste.

“Be more careful next time kroshechnyy. And take care of yourself.” He says while petting your hair. You bag his hand off your head with a grunt.

“Okay okay personal space breaking time is over. Now get out there and train.” You say and push him towards the door.

He rolls his eyes and opens the door. But before leaving he turns quickly to kiss your cheek, then shuts the door immediately and runs off.

“Bastard…” You mutter to yourself.

[silassinclair]

Yandere King Naga // Part 1

Thinking about living in the forest once you’ve transmigrated to another world. Instead of getting caught up in some romance plot or adventure you decide to just live in a little cottage. Where you catch and cook your own food, making some passive income when you do venture into the town. On your way back from one of these trips you happen upon a little bundle crying on the dirt path.

“Oh my, who forgot you little sunshine?”

You smile when their crying ceases when you lightly rock them, beginning to notice a few odd-looking patches on their cheek. Then when those tiny eyes finally open little slits look back up at you while their mouth with little budding incisors open to coo at you. All of it leads to you opening up the bundled wrappings around them to find a wiggly and stubby little snake’s tail. It is then you make the perilous decision to raise this little naga in secret. 

In this world, you could tell it wasn’t advanced enough to accept monsters or anything not human into the community. That you might be branded a monster as well just for caring for the creature. Nonetheless, you rationalize that this is perfect for your forest life–where you’re more likely to meet other monsters than humans. Thus your life with this little one begins and you thank his naga-biology that he grows up fast. 

“I caught a mouse! Are you proud of me!”

“Yup, I’m real proud! Now come on you need a bath.”

But not too fast. Life is good for a while while you tend to the house your little one—Nox ventures to the perimeter of the forest to play before returning to you. He is still a child. Things go on normally until he comes slithering to you with snot in his nose, tears in his eyes, and babbling through tears. Hugging and holding him you check for injuries and when you find none you try to convince him to talk to you.

“What’s wrong, Nox?”

“I-I-There’s a guy out there! A-a-and he keeps following me! Look!”

Hiding behind you and clutching your pants, following his finger to the underbrush of the forest around you harden your stance. Thinking about the knife in your pocket and your other hand holding onto Nox, keeping him behind you. Watching the leaves and branches rustle with movement you prepared yourself for a fight. 

“Are you this child’s guardian?”

It’s another Naga, standing tall on a tail adorned with patches of gold in his white tail. Hiding further in the brush you can tell there are black rings around the tip of their tail which seems to be coiled a lot closer. He’s lean but muscular and his golden eyes are glaring at you. 

“I am. Why?”

He hisses, “To think a human would take in a hatchling purely out of goodheartedness is ridiculous. I’m going to take this child home where he belongs.”

“Nooo!”

“He’s my kid and if you want to fight for him I will do that.”

With a final pat on Nox’s head, you tell him to stay near the house. You goad the naga man into a place near the forest saying you’d rather not do this in front of Nox before taking off running. You know he’s following as you hear him angrily hiss and slither through the wood. Bringing him to a desired spot you turn keeping your knife behind you as he launches his tail in your direction. Expecting it, you dodge finally revealing your knife and aiming it at his tail creating a gash that has him hissing. 

“Haaaa Insolent Human! How dare you!?”

Usually, with a knife like yours, you never would have broken the protection of the scales but taking care of Nox offered some invaluable insight. You tried to dodge again but failed as his tail coiled around you in the blink of an eye. Squeezing immediately it took you a moment to turn your knife around to stab at what scales you could. He grunted but seemingly had settled for the stab at the expense of strangling you. 

“I’m going to enjoy watching the life leave from you, human! Your kind makes me sick.”

The pressure was unbearable but your adrenaline was high and with the simple gesture of bringing you closer to spit in your face you took a leap of faith. Abandoning your knife for some wiggle room you launched forward clamping onto his neck your only weapon left—your teeth. 

That seemed to catch him off guard his tail unraveling enough to let the rest of your body go. Now allowed to pin him down, using your feet and hands to pin down his own as you continued to bite into his neck you didn’t stop until you heard him moan.

“Aaaa~! Wait no, please! You’ve got to let aah~!

In your peripheral, you could see his alabaster tail twirl and twist oddly. From your position, you couldn’t see his face but you could imagine what his expression was. Considering you could feel the connection of his hips bucking against your own. The final nail in the coffin other than his constant streams of wonton moans you could hear the familiar worried slither of your son coming through the wood. 

He was calling for you. Hopefully, so loud he would miss the Naga continuing to make the loud moans despite you standing over him and wiping your teeth of his blood. Finally, looking at him you could see the darkened tips of their ears and cheeks as they continued to oddly curl on themselves. You didn’t bother trying to stop him, not wanting to trigger another fight you just ran scooping Nox up and barricading you both in your home. Hopefully, by the time the Naga man comes to his senses, he will have accepted his loss by then and leave. 

Unbeknownst to you that Naga would spend all night shifting and rolling in their ground replaying the fight. All the while moaning and groaning, driving all the smartest predators far away. This would continue until daybreak when he finally stopped but the heat in his cheeks was far from gone.

“That–that human is perfect…a human…who would’ve guessed.”

After a day you venture out, Nox sticking close to you while you undo the locks of the door with a knife in hand. Looking out you hoped you’d find no one in the clearing near your home—that was not the case.

“Hello human!”

Slamming the door on his face, you replay the expression and the closeness that they were standing outside the door. If only to sate your curiosity you opened the door again. 

“Hi–”

Slam

“How are–”

Slam

“You?”

When he seems to stay in that same place the whole rest of the day, you eventually encourage Nox to keep his nose down and help you with your chores.  Ignoring the smiley Naga who was oddly no longer hostile.

“What are you doing? Hanging your human clothes? How cute can I help?

“Is this how humans catch their food? How human-like so clever I would’ve never thought a net would be how you do that!”

“You are such a good parent to your little one? Would you like to have some more?”

Once you're able to shoo the intrigued Nox away, you decide to hose this guy down for answers. Good thing he’s happy to provide them. He finally introduces himself as a King of Naga who was coming to pass judgment on a Naga child living with a human from the smaller snakes of the forest. You hold your complaints about his presumptuous assessment, to ask why he’s still here assuming the fight said that you were capable enough to raise Nox.

“Yes well, now I’m courting you!”

“Excuse me?”

“You not only bested me in battle, you also did the most submitting action and claiming that a Naga could do. You…bit me~”

“Even so…I’m not a Naga.”

“Well usually that’d matter but I am the King of all Naga once my neck has been bitten and claimed there can be no others that is until you die.”

“Can’t you just pretend I died in the battle?”

“Preposterous your my destined mate! No other will do!”

Thus your days are spent trying to explain to Nox why the Naga you fought with was hanging around so often. On top of that the King Naga whose real name was Shian, had begun to ramp up his advances. No longer happy to just wave at you behind trees or happily follow you with your chores. He gets closer, testing your boundaries and breaking them as he intends to instigate some kind of reciprocation.

He is a King, And he’ll get what he wants....eventually.

Part 2: Coming Soon

[silassinclair]

Glad to see other people posting about this! And a side note; I find incest vile and disgusting, however I can’t stop the goons who love reading and writing it. On the other hand they should stop forcing their gross fetish onto characters that are not incestuous! Instead of making Leon an incest rape goon just make an oc so I won’t have to see your nasty shit under the Leon x Reader tag. Also you nasty fucks are all up in my inbox. Get out you inbreds, you’re all nasty. Quit harassing me you’re making yourselves look bad lmao 😭 Like tf you tryna prove to me? YOU LIKE INCEST LMAO

Incest fics are so weird to me like what do you mean you find getting freaky and doing things with your parent/sibling hot like what ☹️ also sidenote stepcest is still incest and weird and illegal!!

Like I try to block all of these accounts and move on but there’s so many like what is appealing about writing incest please guys just write smth else you don’t gotta make them related I’m sick of it, it’s not even important to the plot 😞

Also another thing I normally see tagged in these is noncon which is just disgusting for so many reasons that I shouldn’t have to explain bc what the fuck why are romanticizing rape and SA wtf is wrong with you 😭

I see a lot of these fics are normally in like older characters tags but like I’ve seen a lot in Anakin skywalker, Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfeild tags (and in a lot of the RE character tags) which sucks bc there are guenuinely good fics in there and these weird ass fics are ruining the RE fan base reputation

Like this shouldn’t be something people have to talk abt bc I’m not the only one who’s noticed this and thinks it’s weird just stop like

On another note stay safe out there gang, I know a lot of these kinds of fics can be triggering so always check warnings, block who you need to block and take care of yourself, you are loved and cared for 🧸💗

[silassinclair]

Bonus question, if you don't mind: How would Dante feel about having pets in the manor?

He doesn’t like them. They take your attention away from him and he can’t stand that. He already hates the fact that your at-home job and electronics take away your attention, if a whole other living life creature comes into the picture then Dante is committing a crime 💀🙏 Dante despises cats the most. Cats are able to see him for some reason and it gives him the creeps, they also keep killing all the songbirds on the property ☹️

So in conclusion all pets are banned from the Verona Manor. And any wandering cats go missing mysteriously.

[silassinclair]

Hello! Yes, Sassy annon is back again and let me begin by saying...

*Ahem*

EXCUSE ME?! AND EXCUSE YOU!? SINCE READING THE STORY LAST NIGHT, YOUR VIKTOR HAS GOT ME ON A CHOKEHOLD I COULDN'T EVEN SLEEP LIKE HOLY SHI-

*Ahem* Anyways when you are up to it, could you please do a part two? I really liked the story, and i want to know what happens next as i am really curious.

As Always have a great day/night! ✨

Hello again anon! I just posted part two today actually. It’s right here

Have a good day and happy reading 🤍💕

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