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Elation

Crackfic Yandere Gojo + Slight Yandere Geto x Gender Neutral Reader

Oh, you still remember the laughter that exploded from you the moment you realized that he thought that you genuinely loved him. It was the most genuine laugh you had in a while and you were actually grateful to him for it. It was when the two of them: him and his commoner boyfriend, the one with the jet-black hair, were fucking.

You don't know the deal with Satoru.

For context: you are, well, his "beloved wife" but it was a marriage of convenience. You're rich, He's rich. Combining those two together is apparently a "power move" in a chess of businesses and political endeavors. But you know very well that the two of you are just mere pawns of a bigger scheme- and he knows that, a little too well for your liking.

Satoru has always been known for his brat personality. Egocentric, restless, rebellious. He is not going to stop until he gets what he wants-- a complete opposite of your personality; a very "submissive" one. Obedient, diligent, hardworking. Of course, you have your own share of rebellion, but you wouldn't take it into extremes-- unlike him. Atleast your submissive facade is just a facade, unlike his brutish personality...

You still remember at the day of your wedding, your mother had you all dolled up, dressed to the nines. Every single person that came to greet you was absolutely mesmerized by your beauty, and you had to fake gratitude and smiles just to leave a good impression to your father's business partners. Whereas he, with no hesitation in the world, just had the audacity to kiss some random man while you were walking down the aisle.

Not going to lie, you were quite amused at first, He looks like he isn't afraid to show the world how rebellious he can be. And you always liked to see him try to wiggle his way out of the hell hole his and your parents bought to him. Well atleast, while having to play pretend as husband and wife, you can find some entertainment in this boring endeavor

Well, atleast, you enjoyed it until he noticed that you weren't suffering.

Oh, you still remember the laughter that exploded from you the moment you realized that he thought that you genuinely loved him. It was the most genuine laugh you had in a while and you were actually grateful to him for it. It was when the two of them: him and his commoner boyfriend, the one with the jet- black hair, were fucking.

Apparently, you've gathered some information about this guy: He is Satoru's true love. His one and only. They were going on for 5 years with a very healthy relationship until his parents announced that he's going to marry you, wether you like it or not. Satoru, find the idea un-agreeable, broke every single thing in their house as a rebellion. He also engaged in a heated argument with his parents, one that he didn't win, of course. He keeps on pushing that the reason his parents didn't want him to marry his true love is that because he is poor.

And what did he expect? Isn't he the son of the founders of a trillion dollars businesses? Of course his parents wouldn't want him to marry some random, homeless, low life individual. But Satoru couldn't accept that, so he took it out on you. Funny thing is, he thought you loved him, so he wasn't very discreet with him bringing his true love in the house that you share. Sometimes you even hear them fucking while you were in the other side of the bed. Sure, it was disgusting, but entertaining nonetheless. So this is what he'd do if you really loved him? Hurt your feelings?

Anyway, it was that one night when you were retiring from paperwork when the maid calls you. "Miss, Sir Satoru requests of your prescence"-- and you were surprised. He never called you before, never needed you. So it was new. So imagine your amusement when you entered his room and see him fucking the black-haired man, whom you've come around and known as Suguru.

Then he also had the audacity to look at you as if he's looking down at some lowly life. So imagine the shock that made his face twist when you burst out laughing. The fit was even accompanied with you slapping the nearby wall continuosly because you cannot contain it. Soon after, your knees buckled, and you held your aching tummy from laughing. Satoru then stood up and covered himself, and start questioning. You explained then and there that what he's doing is, well, for nothing, because you don't like him, much less, love him.

Such a tragic realization. You guess he had it coming for him, he's an asshole after all. Thank goodness you weren't in love with him, that would make things much more worse. And the fact that you received a go signal from your father that you can now divorce Satoru when he didn't like how his parents treated him. It was heaven, you were going to leave soon, and make the most of your life which was wasted from marrying him and staying at his house doing his paperwork while you hear him moaning Suguru's name in the other room. (P/s: You had no choice: there wasn't that much to do around the house, and you pity whoever Satoru's subordinate was because of mounts of paperwork stacked in his desk)

But now? You don't know what's his deal. You've just finished packing your things less than an hour ago. You've informed your driver about your departure an hour ago, and now he's here. The only thing you had to do is to leave, and you cannot do that when Satoru is gripping your forearm tightly. And he doesn't look like he isn't letting go anytime soon. Your migraine is starting to make its way nto your forehead and you didn't like the thought of it.

"What the fuck do you want?" You spat, rubbing your temples with your free hand. You don't know what he's doing, what's this for. Is it because of your parents? But Satoru parents aren't the type to chase anyway. They can have whatever they want.

"Give me another chance" He said, almost too demanding. And he looks like he's expecting you to just accept it. To just ditch the divorce, and he'll welcome you with open arms. He'll act like the husband you want him to be.

"What chance- what?" You sighed and rolled your eyes, "look, i thought we talked about this? I don't love you. And shouldn't you be happy that I'm leaving? You can like, marry your side chick now, or whatever. I don't care"

You tried to pull you arm back from his suffocating hold, he in return didn't let go and pulled you into him, causing you to trip lightly. You groaned in annoyance.

"I get it. You're mad because I'm not giving you attention, right? I'll change. You can't just-- you don't have to leave. You won't leave"

You eye twitched, and you could feel your face get hot as you glared at him

"Go fuck yourself, Satoru"

Then you kicked him in his nuts. His grip loosened and you took it as an opportunity to hop into your car as your driver drives you away. Fuck Gojo Satoru and his astronomical ego. 10 out of 10 would not try again.

...

"What happened?" Suguru inquired as he looks down at his lover, who's kneeling in the door step, clearly in pain.

"They're gone, I-" He groaned in pain as he tried to stand up. Suguru stopped him and just ruffled his hair.

"Don't worry. I have a plan"

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Are you 18+? I want to ask because I only follow blogs with users 18+. Thank you!

Hii yes I amm, sorry for not clarifying earlyy😭

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Imagine getting fucked while being held at gunpoint.

TW: Rape, Non-consensual touching, Read at your own risk!

This has been in my mind for quite a while, actually.

You just woke up from a deep slumber, and immediately, you remembered everything that happened to you. How you were forcefully pulled in a back embrace, trapping you in big arms, and the suffocating smell of chloroform in a handkerchief that they forced in your mouth for you to inhale. You didn't even get to defend yourself, or to cry for help, or to scream, because your captor was just so powerful than you could ever handle.

You felt absolutely pathetic, laying down in what kind of platform they decided to put you in, hands tightly tied with a rope that you felt your wrists bruising from its texture. It made you confused why they only tied your hands and not your feet, but you brushed it off as their mistake, and your chance at escape. And you wished you were right.

Unfortunately, you are wrong.

They appeared in front of you, as terrifying as they could be. The light in the room illuminated their face but the look in their eyes screamed that of possesiveness and satisfaction. You shivered in fear and asked what they wanted from you, or what did you do to them, but they only responded with a sigh as they ran their gaze all over your body.

As if they were in a daze, they layed their hands on your chest, and slowly traced their hands from your chest, to your tummy... then to your cunt. Their hands stayed there before pressing their fingers somewhere in your cunt's dip, then they rubbed. Disgusted, you struggled to break free from the ropes that is tying you down, even attempting to sit down, but they immediately overpowered you with just one hand while their other is pulling down your undergarments.

They unbuckled their belt, and pulled out their shaft. You continued to struggle as they put their member inside you, immediately filling you up, prompting you to scream. You cried in pain as they moved in and out inside you, not giving you time to adjust, you kicked and struggle as they kissed your neck, the sounds of absolute pleasure and satisfsction coming out of their mouth in between their whispers of vows of love and oaths of loyalty.

But instead of giving up and accepting your fate, you kicked harder, cried louder and struggled stronger against the harrassment being done to you. But just as you were so persistent in defending yourself, they were getting quite tired of holding you down. Eventually, they reached out for a gun just beside the platform they layed you down in, sitting down, they pressed the tip of the gun in your head.

"Stop struggling or I will fucking kill you"

You held your breath, the look in their eyes is so serious and determined that it made you horrified. Assuming that you were being obedient for once, they continued where they left off, trying to reach their high as they pressed the tip of the gun harder in your head while they leave marks on your neck.

And all you could do is cry as you bite your lips in disgust of yourself, when you started feeling the pleasure building up in your insides.

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oh my goodness gracious i kinda wanna write yandere priest × cult leader reader😭😭

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Trade Secrets (Yandere Sampo x Reader)

TW: Obssesive Behaviour, Manipulation. Read at your own risk.

You can't really tell if Sampo Koski is a good person.

Or a bad person, because you could never really say if his actions are for his clients or for himself, but realistically speaking, all businesses are like that. All deals, all transactions and for whatever purpose, the merchant and the employer must reap the benefit of their agreements. On the merchant's part, the benefit is the pay; the money or whatever possesion their employer had that they can have once they finish the job, and on the client's part, the benefit is the job that is done by the person they hired. Business are for yourself, and for your clients.

This is what you believed Sampo always had kept in mind. At the end of the day, all of us just wanted to have a good pay and treat for ourselves, and of course, a job well done! It doesn't really matter If theres a few loose ends on the way-- these things are part of the job. If you have to use other people to your advantage to get the job done easier for yourself, or even if you have to manipulate, or in a simple much more convincing word-- to persuade other people into giving in and to avail your offered good services and commodities, all of this are the basic, fundamental meaning of business. Without manipula--err, persuasion, there's no business to be made!

That is what Sampo's mentality is. He is not a bad person, because he's only doing what's expected to him as a businessman. But he's not a good person either, because he's willing to do everything to make his life easier and for a good extra tip-- even if that means persuading other people. And since he neither had the basic quality of a human being in this standard of society, he had one quality that you can call him. Again, he's not good, but he's not bad, either.

He's manipulative.

And which is why you avoid making transactions with him as best as you can. You know there's something wrong with his discounts, there's ulterior motives behind his free commissions and his 'deal all you can' and 'loan with zero interest' offers is as suspicous as him. You'd seen him make deals with other people in the underworld but he's never as desperate as when he tries to persuade you into his doubtful offers. He's always there, waiting, staring, following, just for you to give in. You knew better, anyway, than to fall for his trap, even if his offers hits too tempting to let go because its involved with any recent problem you have, and its just a coincidence that he knows whatever is bothering you at recent anyway.

Until, well, you got yourself into a big, mess of a business transaction.

Its something that no matter how hard you try to get yourself out to, you can't. It felt like you threw yourself at a rabbit hole, and you desperately are in need of a helping hand. It felt like you are thrown in a maze, trapped, helpless, scared. Every day you feel like you were being watched, and at night the doorknob to your room rattles and rotates likes someone is trying to get in. Walking in the streets of the underworld became a horror to you as you feel like you are being followed, but there also, Sampo appeared.

Out of nowhere, with a smile that is not his usual convincing, persuasive and businessman smile, but the kind of smile that felt like he knows what he's doing will benefit him in the long run. He held your right cheek, and leaned into your left ear, and there he spoke of the various solutions that he offers to solve your problem. A quick fix, a solution and he doesn't even require you to pay. All you have to do is say yes. All you have to do is nod your little head and everything will be okay.

Sampo... is a manipulative businessman. He had all the tricks up in his sleeve, all that means to get an extra to every deal. When things doesn't go his way, he makes way for it with a smile on his face, and a radiating positivity, all his actions justified, because there's no way that nothing goes according to his plans. If there is actually something that doesn't go according to what he planned, for example, you, he adds a little pressure on your side. It is not equal if the pressure is always on him, after all! Business are always equal to both parties, is it not? It only takes a little cracking on the wall you had created between the two of you, one that if he destroyed, youre surely falling right into his arms, just as he first planned when he approached you.

Now that you witnessed first-hand how he works, don't go telling it to others now! Not that you can talk to others now anyway. But just in case!

Its a trade secret, after all~

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So... Before being an aeon, is Nanook the emperor of is he part of the resistance?

Nanook and the Emperor are different from one another and are not the same person ^^ Let me explain it: Adlivun is a planet and in it, there is a war between the Emperor (the one governing Adlivun) and the Resistance (the people of Adlivun). For unknown reasons, the Emperor started the war between him and his people.

You, the Aeon of resistance, came to aid the Resistance in that war, but unfortunately the Emperor was much more bigger in numbers than the Resistance who only depended in your powers. Eventually you fled Adlivun but Tayzzyronth the Propagation arrived and brought calamity upon the Emperor and his people (as witnessed by Akivili)

Everyone died and damage in Adlivun is severe, so as a result the planet collapsed and that gave birth to Nanook, The Aeon of Destruction.

Hope this helps!

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Gaze Upon Me (Yandere Nanook × Aeon! Reader)

Sypnosis: The vast oceans of stars in the sky offers many great and terrifying encounters, one of which is when Aeons cross paths with one another. Others devour and others work together, but what if one falls madly in love with the other?

TW: Obssesion, stalking and implied kidnapping. Read at your own risk

You were too stubborn to understand Akivili's warning.

It's not as if it wasn't important that you weren't giving it much thought, but it was the fact that you already convinced yourself that it won't happen. It was already a thousand centuries ago when you first defended the people of "Adlivun" from the raging war declared by their very own emperor. You were weak then, being born just a few years ago from the death of a star system that greatly cherishes perseverance, and as all aeons needs to get a job done, you did your first and very own.

You are the Aeon of Resistance, and people who is opressed and cornered deserves as much as justice that they need to have. You answer to their every call, to their every will to resist, and your greatest regrets is when your own resistance falters, letting the enemy win, letting the opposition lose.

Adlivun is your first and biggest regret.

Being the youngest Aeon back then, you underestimated the power of man. The Emperor's manpower and soldiers were much more than a small group of people that wanted to resist, relying solely on your grace. Before you can even think of a way to save your people, the power of the emperor advances, leaving you hopeless. You left Adlivun in shame that day, the image of mangled bodies of the people that once revered you still fresh in your mind, their dying eyes showing a shade of disappointment.

You ran away far, far away from the accusatory stares that you feel in your back until you bumped into Akivili, The Aeon of Trailblaze, who had just left Adlivun in disbelief. You didn't beg them to let you in, to ask what had become of Adlivun as you left, but nevertheless they took you in, and said you were free to stay with them until you learn to become your own.

It was the first ever recorded interaction in which two aeons traversed the stars together. Perhaps Fuli the Remembrance gazed at the moment, at the interaction, and deemed it worthy of a memory in the garden of recollection. As the two of you traveled together, Akivili told you of what happened to Adlivun, and the fate that might befall of you soon.

"When I arrived there, Adlivun was an absolute resorvoir of chaos. What remains of them were unlucky enough to be in the path of the Aeon of Propagation." They said, their voice expressing disappointment. Akivili had no physical form, and you only see them in a form of a warm light, like a companion in every cold weathered, or rather, in this cold universe's travels. Perhaps in the entirety of their journey, never had they come across to something as cold as the fate of Adlivun.

"I left Adlivun when the resistance fell... perhaps fate recognizes the wishes of the dead." You said, having mixed emotions of the situation. As the Aeon of Resistance, you of course value absolute persistence, but your people, the opposition of Adlivun had long perished. What victory is there to enjoy when the people are dead?

"I saw the Emperor and his people fight with all their might, but their physique is evidently tired with their previous war." You can almost see Akivili shake their head, "Eventually Tayzzyronth the Propagation defeated what was left of there, and their faction, the Swarm's March, led the final blow"

"I left before Tayzzyronth notices me, but in a distance as I jumped between universes, before I even bumped into you, I saw how Adlivun died...It exploded, then a gold glow emanated from all the debris."

Akivili was quiet after their statement and it made you think. A gold glow emenating from a fallen world means one thing: An Aeon is born. Considering what Adlivun's state is before it died, theres no question what kind of Aeon it was. Destructive, chaotic, always craving of absolute doom, reckless, and wrathful. It was--

"An Aeon is born" said Akivili, after that long silence of what seems of them pondering. "And a path along with them. The path of destruction. They are probably moving and causing chaos everywhere as we speak, and posing a threat, especially to you."

You frowned. "But what do they have to do with me? The emperor won against the resistance and I am not the one who destroyed their homeworld. It is not reasonable for them to come after me." No matter what angle you look at, the path of destruction should not be directed to you, and if by any means it does...

"Had you ever heard of history repeating itself?" Akivili suddenly said, cutting you off of your train of thoughts. "Destruction seeks resistance, not just of absolute infliction of doom. Think of it this way, where is the thrill when everyone just submitted to domination? Something had to resist, and the process of breaking that something into submission, is what true destruction is"

If the path of destruction is directed to you, then you are to resist. But, you still resist the fact that destruction persuing resistance is written in finality. If what destruction seeks is absolute submission, then why go through the long and tedious process of persuing resistance knowing that it won't give in? It is resistance for a reason. If true destruction is breaking something into submission, why not persue a path that manifests the values of submission so the job can be easily done?

You heard Akivili chuckle at you, they had probably noticed that you were so deep in though about their words. Just as you were about to spout a long rebuttal, Akivili spoke, not wanting to argue any longer.

"I see you still resist the possibility, but soon enough you'll understand. Just a warning, though, you may be the Aeon of Resistance, but you can't resist everything."

And with that, Akivili left you on your own. You sat there, pondering over the Aeon's words. How you wished you listened to them before they perished, back then. Their radiant light, how you wished you still see how beautiful it is before it was snatched from you by darkness, holding them at the palm of destruction's hands before ultimately blowing out what was left of their power.

If anything, you should have known better than to question your companion's thoughts. If only you just listened, if only you didn't resist their concise analysations, then you wouldn't have to deal with this abomination of man who chases you althroughout the universe as if you did something unexcusable to him. Then, you wouldn't have to jump to one universe after the other seeking temporary refuge when you lingered too long.

Resistance persevere because it fights for what it was worth fighting for. It was ironic, considering you choose to constantly flee from the oppression, but it was almost understandable. You fled when the resistance of Adlivun fell. So you also constanly fly away when Akivili was killed. Both of which was worth fighting for, and as much as the reality pains you, the truth is that resistance falters when the reason to resist dies.

After all, Akivili...you'd seen them die before your very own eyes. And in which, before the destruction constantly chases after you

This space you were currently in, was a temporary home you'd find yourself residing after barely getting from the Aeon of Destruction. If anything, you yourself doesn't know why he is constantly chasing after you, but you don't intend to find the reason why, and you don't want to satisfy him by giving yourself in.

Even though the will to resist is weak, it will still resist. Even as you felt the weight of his gaze, again, after barely getting away, you'll resist. That gaze that felt like it materializes into a physical form, it was all too familliar, following your every move as you panicked, as you desperately tried to find any hint of his arrival to counter his chase with flight.

He's here

Your focus shifted as you felt his gaze narrow, and along with it was the visions it brings. Your vision blurs, to what was once the stars that fills this desolate space, begins to open a portal of gold. Gold eyes, white braided hair and tanned skin. Deformed arms and gold corruption seeping in between the cracks in his skin, and the sharp, smothering, and somewhat possesive gaze as he looks down at you. He smiled, and it became a terrifying grin as his arms reaches out for you, seeking to trap you inside a make shift, sub-reality prison that only he knew the existence of.

It made you unsettled, but still quick witted enough to avoid his confrontation as he charges towards you. Just in time to get out of his inflicted delirium. You looked at him, and when he realized that he didn't caught you in his arms after all, he went again and charges towards you, and he looks so confident that he will succeed, making you flee towards the nearest possible exit in this space that you once found comfort into, where his prescence wasn't shown.

But your escape was short lived when the exit was apparently blocked by some kind of a Gold barrier, the light of the next space fading away like how a light in the end of the tunnel would be blocked if the tunnel collapsed. Despairingly, you turned around, only to see his face expressing a delirious satisfaction.

Akivili was right. History repeated itself. The emperor defeated the resistance of Adlivun centuries ago and now... you were being captured by the remains of that war. It was humiliating, knowing all you can do is to resist.

Slowly, Nanook's arms reaches out for you, and all you'd ever do was fight his possesive gaze with your wrathful glare. Your power was blocked by some kind of force, One that you cannot exactly root out it's origins, but all you can say is that it was slowly inviting you in a forced slumber, whispering incoherent lullabies and doom, And the last you'd ever seen was his satisfied smile.

Perhaps, the true reason of his unnatural and perplexing obssesion over you was already there, laid out for you, just in the naked eye. It was as simple as Akivili had said it, that Nanook wanted "true destruction". And in true destruction, there was you.

It was too late now, to understand Akivili's warning.

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Can you please do a Nanook X female zhongli reader

Sorry, I ain't even done with the aeon reader yet 😭 i'll think about this once I'm done with it ^^

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Teaser!! ♡

Its here everyone! >> Gaze Upon Me ^^

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Sword Dance (Yandere Fencer Oc × Reader)

TW: Murder (Implied beheading), blood, possessive behavior and implied stalking. Read at your own risk.

When you first thought about it, you convinced yourself that it was love at first sight.

At that time, you were apart in the crowd that supports Gabriel Roze Ortega as he steps into the fencing arena, covered in a white fencing gear that looks a little too oversized for his physique, (Nevertheless, maybe that's just how fencing works?) his head is covered with a helmet, and he seems to be relishing as the crowd screamed and cheered on his name, hoping that he brings the trophy to your school's trophy display.

It was the championship game, and yet he does not appear to be bothered, nor tensed, unlike his opponent, who seems to slowly shrink into his own being upon hearing how loud the students from your school was. And because of that, Gabriel seems to have the spotlight on him althroughout the match.

It felt like a performance on his side. The way he swings his sword with sharpness, always knowing when to strike, and the way he seems to have already calculated the opponent's move way before they even executed it, and had already formulated a way to defend, is really wonderful. It was a sword dance, if it was not fencing.

When he was announced as the winner, your classmates around you roared and screamed with happiness, and you feel yourself clapping in approval, you yourself was satisfied with the outcome. It wasn't until Gabriel excitedly took off his mask and made direct eye contact with you that you had stopped clapping.

You feel your heart beat against you chest, because God, Gabriel Roze Ortega had a face that probably was sculpted by Aphrodite herself. A literal beauty, and the smile he directed towards you, eyes twinkling as if a kid was given an ice cream, you feel your cheeks heat. You didn't know why he was smiling at you, you didn't know why he was looking at you, despite the fact that the two of you never met before, but you threw all those suspicions away because you fell in love at first sight.

And as foolishly as you had fallen in love at first sight, had you pursued him like how a dog would pursue its master.

It was humiliating, really, looking back, now that you have gone past that phase of yours. That phase of endless pursuit, of endless hopes that atleast he would see you more than a fan that supports him in every game, every tour, and in everywhere he goes. He was your dream, but to your dismay, you were just another person in the crowd that gawks at him, and he was already looking the other way; he was already looking at another girl.

That girl that you wished you were ever since middle school: beautiful, petite, smart and pristine. The definition of beauty and brains. She looks like when the sun finally sets in the horizon. She smells like when roses first blooms, and she acts like the first angel that appeared before Mary. She was the heather of your school, and you were no near than what she is. And, what hurts you the most is that you were one of her close, best friends.

So, fearing that you might hurt you very own best friend because of envy, and jealousy, you turned you back away from everything and everyone, including that darned fencer. You shut yourself off completely, ignoring everyone who talks to you. Some even defended your situation, saying that it happens and it will eventually go away, some left you alone, and some...

"(Y/n)! Please... please open the door..."

That heather, the significant other of your crush bangs at the restroom door where you were currently in, and you held in a sob, not wanting to be heard in a room where wall echoes. Perhaps you were trying not to cry to make yourself look strong, or perhaps you wished that she would just go away, and hate and resent the hell out of you, instead of begging you to talk to her and sort things out. That would have been so easy.

"Fine! If you don't wanna talk then don't. Just.. please, I don't want to lose you too."

'I dont want to lose her too.'  You thought, as guilt started to creep into your stomach. You should be the one banging in the door, begging her to stay. After everything you've done to her. And yet...

"I...I'm going to go now...If you have decided to finally talk Im waiting for you in the rooftop, after school." then, there was a loud sob, it felt like something she was holding in for a while and you felt your pride shatter.

And before you can even open the door, hug her, and apologize, you hear her heels click away in the hallways, signifying that she already left. Guilt had made its way into your heart, tugging in your soul. You cried hard after she left, rethinking you decisions. But one thing is for sure though, you are going to go to the rooftop after school, apologize, and you swear this won't happen again.

It wasn't her fault that she was in a relationship with the guy you love. It wasn't her fault that you feel envious and resentful of her. She didn't do anything wrong.

Cassandra didn't do anything wrong.

And you were going to set things right. Even if that means hurting your own feelings. Even if that means throwing Gabriel Roze Ortega away. You already have induced so much suffering to your best friend, and to other people you ghosted away.

It's time to set things right.

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You have a very bad gut feeling when the classes ended.

Of course, practically speaking, you were sure that Cassandra will show up in the rooftop after class and forgive you, but even with that assurance, you know your faults and have been greatly regretting everything you did. However, there was this really bad gut feeling that something is about to happen and something is telling you to just.go.home. Forget about everything, and run away again, like you always do.

But you can't back out now, would you? You were already making your way upstairs! But that gut feeling was still there, gnawing at your soul just like how guilt slowly crept up to you when your best friend banged against the restroom doors a lot of hours ago. You could text her to just meet up at a different place right? But that would be too demanding on your part, would it?

Plus, the two of you still need to talk things over, face to face, as it was never serious in digital conversations. You need to face the consequences of your actions. But then... is this the right time for that? The right place? Or if this is it, can you really face your own problems?

Something really tells you off that this isn't it. Something is terribly wrong right now, and you can't pinpoint as to why. You mean, you are just going to say sorry right? You were just going to reconciliate with you best friend, and then go home... what is wrong with that? why does it feels like something bad is about to happen?

And upon opening the door to the rooftop, did you realize what it was all about.

Instead of clean, white tiles that Cassandra and you used to sit at during lunch time, eating the time away with strawberry latte and bento boxes that she always prepare for the two of you, it was replaced with blood splashed violently around, and Cassandra lying in the middle of it, barely holding onto life itself.

You screamed, or so you thought. Your hand was pressed against your mouth as your knees gave up, losing balance, you fell in the floor. You saw the way Cassandra looked up to you and smiled weakly, but you couldn't even muster the courage to stand and stop the incoming sword that would slash her head from her body. You couldn't, or maybe you did, but you were too late.

Blood splashed from her neck, like a fountain, and you felt it all splash against you. Then it finally sinked into you. Cassandra is dead. She is dead... your best friend- your best friend is dead.

She was fine a while ago, knocking in the bathroom door and now she's dead, she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead SHE'S DEAD-

"Hmm? O-Oh, (Y/n)? Youre here?"  A familliar voice spoke up, and you looked up, only to see a face that you do not need to see at the moment. Brown eyes, white complexion, and soft black hair. His lips streched into a lovelust smile, and a blush had spread across his cheeks. But what bothers you the most is why was he making an expression like that. His girlfriend is murdered and yet-!

Wait.

He was covered in blood, and he was holding a sword. A blood covered sword with flesh still hanging at the tip of it. What is this? Did he--!?

"Ah, um... sorry that you have to see me do that, I-" he scratched his head, looking like a shy child being embarassed in front of his mother, then he sighed. "That wasn't in the plan, You weren't supposed to see that, but I guess plan B can still work! Really, planning things beforehand are doing wonders. That how I always win in fencing matches, you see" he proudly says, as if he hadn't just murdered a person, much less his own girlfriend.

"Y-you murdered--"

"Yeah, I killed her because she was starting to deviate from the role I gave her. She was supposed to be a way to get you to leave everyone, not a way to get you to push me away. Really, it was all so annoying." Gabriel took out a handkerchief in his pocket and began wiping blood away from his face, like he was just wiping sweat from practicing fencing. then he sighed, and looked at you again.

You were practically frozen at the spot, trying to process the information. Mixed emotions started to flood into you, and you didn't kow how to act. Gabriel chuckles endearingly at you.

"You know, (Y/n), when I first saw you, I immediately realized that you have to be with me forever. That I wanted to let the world know that you belong to me, and I belong to you. But fuck, You aren't even paying attention to me! So when I heard you talking to your friend about how much you prefer an athletic person, I want to become exactly as how you imagine your dream guy to be, and here I am! Aren't you proud!?" He monologues, and every word that seems to fall in his mouth left you hyperventilating. Upon seeing how pathetic you look like, he frowns in disappointment.

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK GODDAMMIT!" he screamed and you flinched as he marched towards the rooftop entrance, and kneeled infront of you. You looked at him in fear, your head started to hurt because of nausea, maybe because of the smell of metallic blood on his clothes or that fact that you best friend was murdered, you don't know. You don't know anymore. You wanted to run. And you wanted so bad to bolt down the stairs when Gabriel suddenly hugged you.

"Here's whats going to happen now, (Y/n)" He tightens his arms around you, pats your back, as if he can give any comfort. "After I sort things out with the death of my dearest ex- girlfriend, you and I will be in a relationship after, do you understand?"

"After all, I need some compensation from that time when you avoided me a lot, no?"

[sincerelyy-youres]

Fault (Yandere Tighnari × Reader)

TW: Drugging, read at your own risk

It wasn't Tighnari's fault.

laying in a bed, back at what the forest rangers would call as the "headquarters" located in Gandharva Ville in such a seni-paralyzed state that seemed to be growing severe shouldn't even something that Tighnari should be worrying about. It was something he was already discussing to every newly recuited person in the organization, and perhaps a little to often to those who don't listen at all.

He'd say that it was dangerous, that it should be a common sense-- a responsibility, at this point, to differentiate what mushrooms can be eaten and what not. He'd even go into detail, if he wanted to, to describe what color it has, what it smelled like, where would you find it and what are the causes, and others would probably find it repititve or headache inducing, but at the end of the day, they'd understand where he was coming from.

Tighnari would be mad, he'd berate, and maybe he would punish, but it wasn't his fault when people were the one who chose to eat what he clearly said that they shouldn't.

And you, you wondered when did he remind you of that.

Perhaps he was a little to gentle with you, or perhaps he was a little too forgiving, at first you thought, but every now and then when you go out at patrols to study about mushrooms as that was part of your supposed expertise, as someone who's about to enter the akademiya, you'd inhale and expose and try to taste the mushrooms to know what properties it had and weirdly, scarily, you'd faint, even though some mushrooms are already proven and verified as not harmful.

Then, you'd wake up in a bed back at Gandharva Ville, in Tighnari's bed, specifically, and he'd frown at you, looking at you as if he was confused why did you woke up, a look of disappointment ghosting in his eyes, and when you asked him what happened, he was kind of all over the place before collecting himself once again, smiling at you and explaining the situation you are in, handimg you a potion youve never seen before. You'd look at him suspicously, of course, but before you knew it, he was already pushing the glass in you lips.

It made you suspicously weak.

When asked about it? Tighnari would just brush it off, saying that it was a side effect. But you were reluctant. If it was a side effect, it was supposed to be felt after a while. But in your situation you already felt it almost immediately. Something is definetlty not right.

But you trusted the reputable forest ranger, since he was an expert in the field. And he was from the akademiya, and even the sages there were trying oh so hard to bring him back. You trusted him by his academical credit, and not with your own intuition telling you to stay the fuck away ftom him because he was being so suspicious in every aspect that you looked.

But you didn't, and you regret it.

Laying in his bed felt like deja vu, but with your current situation, you might stay there forever. It was supposed to be a normal, just another day to patrol and study mushrooms, another day of Tighnari being weird and he was starting to bug you off because of how happy  he seemed before you went out in patrol, and when you picked some mushrooms, one that you and archons above were sure that it was edible and unharmful-- you fainted again,

Waking up with a news that you were paralyzed from head to toe.

"It wasn't the mushroom's fault", Tighnari said, and you swore you momentarily saw a smile ghosted im his lips, and unsettingly, there were an aura that he was exuding, something close to satisfaction, something like he knows something but he doesn't want to say it, his face contorting into a held-back excitement every now and then as he explained why you might be staying in his bed for the rest of your life.

But then you smelled yourself, and you know it wasn't the smell of the mushrooms you picked up before all of this even happened,  the taste in your mouth felt like a mix of different flavors of different mushrooms and potions with a paralyzing effect, then you glared at him, throwing frustrated accusations, and hurting words that he knows all too well that he deserved,

And he's tired, he'll suddenly say, despite looking like a kid a while ago trying to hide his excitement, but you wouldn't stop screaming, you didn't stop sounding so angry that it pushes his buttons and everything that he did suddenly overflowed from his mouth, the mushrooms-- and why you always faint, it was because of him, and of course, he had his reasons, one that didn't exactly lined up with what you had expected.

He said he loves you, and it was all your fault.

It still echoes in your head, until it reached the back of your mind, touching your sanity, it turned you insane. Then you realized, he was probably right.

It was you who didn't listen. It was you who didn't run away when you had the chance. That epiphany made you even more frustrated. You could have gotten away, if only you weren't so patient, if only you were a bit immature, compared to Tighnari's arrogance, which has led you to worst.

This wasn't Tighnari's fault, or the mushrooms. It was yours.