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[wiccanblood]

OF COURSE I WILL FOLLOW THORN NO MATTER WHERE I GO. Likeeee. 👀🖤

🥹 yes please follow me, i'll follow you anYWHERE. EVERYWHERE. EVERY TIME ALWAYS 💕

[jessamine-rose]

♫ ♪ ⊱ .⋅ Aoede ⋅. ⊰ ♪ ♫

Once upon a time, @diodellet and I joked about Singer! Reader x Stan! Pierro as the modern AU of my Yandere! Pierro fics. Fast forward to the present, I have applied my clown makeup ꒰(•́⍜•̀)꒱

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, toxic stan culture, stalking, kidnapping, drugging

♡ 1.7k words under the cut ♡

♡ So how did someone like Pierro become your no#1 stan? Even in his youth, he considers himself above such reprobate theatrics. But that all changes during a rough period in his life when he hears you calling out to his soul in the middle of a busy street.

♡ In actuality, you are an ordinary busker. Hypnotized by your music, Pierro stays for the remainder of your performance. You are like a beacon of hope that sprung out of nowhere, with your angelic voice and uplifting lyrics. And you’ve clearly noticed him because you cheerfully thank him after your last song.

How could he describe the solace evoked by your music? He feels calm, invigorated.

“Your performance was utterly enchanting,” is all he tells you.

He takes a few bills out of his wallet, but you quickly pack away your tip box.

“Thank you,” you reply, a bright smile on your face. “Your smile was the best payment I could’ve asked for!”

♡ Since then, whenever he visits that area, Pierro looks for you to no avail. You’ve completely vanished, leaving him to question whether you were truly some guardian angel. Then one day, out of nowhere, he hears your voice again on the radio. The familiar song is followed by your official introduction as an up-and-coming artist.

♡ As it turns out, you were scouted by an agency!! Pierro had miraculously attended your last street performance, and now he can listen to your music anytime. Your debut album is worth the purchase; it has the same divine melody…minus your presence. And so, against his better judgment, he attends your first official concert.

♡ Your second performance is just as life-changing. Onstage, illuminated by the heavenly lights, you successfully mesmerize the entire audience including Pierro. From afar, you look ethereal, dreamy, charismatic…and he also finds you pretty. Very pretty, like a god who descended from the skies to share their gift of song with the world.

♡ Pierro is not blind to the parasocial nature of your relationship. Regardless, he listens to your new albums religiously, sends you elegantly-penned fanmail, and attends a few more concerts and fan meetings. Unlike your “hopelessly degenerate” fans, he greets you in a calm, serious manner and doesn’t prolong his turn with you. His gaze is rather intense in photos, however.

♡ There is also the dark side of his adoration. Constant thoughts about you, endless loops of your songs, the urge to hunt down your undeserving stans, a suppressed desire to bridge the distance between the two of you. It is no wonder that as your career comes crashing down, so does his entire world.

♡ It isn’t your fault, of course. The paparazzi, the media’s criticisms, your exploitative agency and toxic fanbase…he sees how it takes a toll on you over the years. You can fool the entire world with a false smile, but he sees the growing dimness in your eyes. After another leaked hospital visit, your agency announces the termination of your contract.

♡ Your remaining fans are devastated, but not so much as Pierro. Yet despite his despair, a cruel part of him revels in it. He buys your discounted merch at clearance sales and writes more heartfelt letters until your agency stops forwarding your fanmail. He no longer has to share you with the world.

♡ That being said, he has no time to grieve your downfall. Stagnation would be an insult to your legacy, and now he can fully devote himself to his work. So he accepts a job offer from the Tsaritsa, moves to Snezhnaya, and establishes the Fatui.

♡ Fast forward a few decades, he has built a new life for himself. The Fatui is now a powerful organization, prestigious on paper and feared in the black market. Meanwhile, you have been reduced to an old name in music history, forgotten in favor of new talent. And while his obsession survives in personal playlists and merch collections, Pierro refuses to waste time searching for you. Rather, you return to his life on your own.

♡ He is simply browsing the drugstore when a stranger bumps into him. Just as he is about to brush off the accident, Pierro hears their apology and whirls around. It’s you, standing in front of him, this time without stanchions or bodyguards.

♡ His first thought is that you’ve changed. Older appearance, plain clothes, a quiet voice. No one else would believe that you were once a lively singer with the power to charm hundreds of people. If anything, you are the one staring at him with awe and respect.

♡ Your nervous “Do I know you?” is what snaps him out of his thoughts. Pierro quickly denies it, and your relieved expression only confirms your identity. He accepts your apology, walks past you, and observes you from a distance. Sure enough, it’s all there from your telltale mannerisms to the snack preferences memorized from magazine interviews.

♡ …Your tired disposition and purchased medications also aren’t lost on him. After following you to your apartment, he drives back to his office and enlists the Fatui in gaining intel. Within days, he catches up on your post-musician life. You laid low, moved to Snezhnaya, joined a company which lets you work from home. What a pitiful fate.

♡ Another crucial fact is that you no longer recognize him. While that stings, Pierro understands—he, too, has changed over the years, with his fine suits and dignified attitude. Actually, he could use this to his advantage. With his elevated status and the dissolution of your professional boundaries, he can entertain what was once a foolish dream.

♡ You begin to run into him everywhere—in the drugstore, the grocery, your favorite cafe. Your encounters soon evolve into brief conversations then casual dates. With each reunion, Pierro falls deeper into his obsession. Who knew that the real, imperfect you was this enchanting?

♡ Courtship aside, it’s also natural that he seeks justice for you. The companies which exploited you? Exposed for their crimes against other celebrities. Your old song favored by the YouTube algorithm? Instantly hit with copyright strike, along with your remaining legacy. Even your official channel gets hacked and deleted. In other words, Pierro gatekept his idol

♡ From your end, you don’t suspect anything. Sure, you do question your frequent run-ins until Pierro claims that the Fatui opened a new office in your area. And despite your disbelief when he formally asks you out—him, the director of the Fatui?!—you accept out of mutual attraction. You haven’t had a close companion in years, and he makes you happy.

♡ Sure, he is vague about his life before the Fatui but that’s fine, right? You’ve only started dating and he respects your own secrecy. You’re still hesitant to reveal your previous identity, given your slandered reputation. Your saving grace is that Pierro seemingly doesn’t know your stage persona at all, a rare trait for those from your generation.

♡ A few weeks into your relationship, you are invited to his home. His estate is palatial, heavily guarded, distanced from the city. And Pierro is nothing short of a perfect host as he shows you around, allowing you to admire his private art collections from Snezhnaya and Khaenri’ah. In your current state, you’ve never felt more out of place.

♡ After a few glasses of wine, you head to the bathroom. While Pierro gave you directions, he didn’t specify which door it was. Which is how you discover what seems to be a storage room for more paintings and art pieces. Oops, time to close—is that your face?

♡ Shakily, you turn on the lights. All four walls are covered in framed posters—your posters from the height of your career. The display cases hold your old merch such as vintage albums, T-shirts, accessories, fragrances, photos and magazine articles, every relic of your past. What is all of this?

♡ The answer is a familiar letter set on the table. The handwriting, the name on the envelope, the wax seal with a four-pointed star…doesn’t this belong to one of your devoted fans? You only look away when a shadow engulfs you; it’s Pierro standing in the doorway.

“Careful now, this is my most prized collection. What a shame, my surprise has been ruined.”

♡ Despite his serious expression, his gaze is absolutely terrifying. You can’t even panic before you are suddenly overtaken by drowsiness. Your vision blurs; you lose your balance; you nearly collapse if not for Pierro catching you. You can only weakly flail in his arms as he carries you to his room. The last thing you hear is his gentle humming, a familiar melody which lulls you to sleep.

♡ It was wise of him to serve the drugged wine early. With you unconscious, Pierro can proceed to the next phase of his plan. This time, he enters your apartment where Fatui employees are already packing your things. He personally sifts through the items in your bedroom and finds your old singer memorabilia stashed in your closet.

♡ Dusty instruments, crumpled sheet music, awards…and your fanmail. He feels a twinge of warmth upon finding his letters compiled in their own box; the others are burned with his lighter. See, he was truly superior to your other stans. You clearly cherished his every word over their insincere ramblings, and now he can directly profess his undying love for you.

♡ When he returns to his estate, you’re still unconscious. That is when Pierro finally allows himself to smile, caress your face, envision your new life together. He has it all planned out—a shared bed, a new wardrobe fit for a house-spouse, a wedding for when you’re more docile. You belong to him and no one else.

♡ …He does know that to hear you sing again is a wistful delusion. Your passion for music is gone; your voice has been altered by age and unuse; and you’d probably reject such a request from him. But that’s perfectly fine. You already saved him once, so allow him to repay the favor.

♡

If you liked this post, pls consider reading Disjecta Membra and Chess Piece linked above!! And don't ask me wtf I was on to make Pierro, of all characters, a celebrity stan bc idk either. I hope y’all enjoyed this :'>

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[wiccanblood]

♡ _  ♡ -- @crasvespertilio

                         " -- so the max is three ? i can't get a few more ? but saying ' all of it ' for physical is cheating ... alright fine , let's see ... "

" you're probably -- no , are , you pretty much are the most gorgeous of guys i've ever been linked with . but if I have to pick a single feature your eyes rank high . i just love how they look at me when you say ' sal ' or when they light up after we had to be away from each other for a while ... your cute butt & pecs aren't far after . "

" cliché as it might be for the goth girl , but that whole ' bad boy , heart of gold ' energy you've got is so sexy . why do you think more than half the time you come home & tell me about you clearing out crime that night we end up naked in several positions ? "

" it takes a lot of strength to put up with lives like ours & double that when it comes to dealing with someone like me . i know i can be wicked bratty & bossy but you loving that about me & taking it all with that strength just makes you all the more attractive . plus you can really take a bite , most just yield when the bruises keep coming . "

WHAT'S ATTRACTIVE ( ACCEPTING !! ) // ASKBOX

[wiccanblood]

[ EMBRACE ] -- @crasvespertilio

                     this ... was kinda the worst . now she knew how terry felt when she actively flirted , practically floating across the room collecting hearts with every bat of her lashes or coquettish smile . but the difference was this was her JOB . that was her role , play as coy , sensual , & completely unattainable . terry was just ... so friendly when he wanted to be , understandable when dealing with fans & avoiding making a scene that'd cause embarrassment but always at arm's length . seeing how true fans already knew the deal with her & mcgorgeous over there she wouldn't exactly mind telling them to buzz off .

                     but that was the beauty in the duality of her life ; sally mcknight was sweet & spunky with all the decorum her parents raised her with . thorn however wouldn't blink twice at knocking down a few pegs some rando in the crowd trying to wedge herself into her territory just for the challenge .

                     " cutting in . " it was no quicker than she saw hand reach out to touch terry's bicep with exaggerated laughter at whatever they were speaking on . truthfully she didn't really care , it was done because she said it was . circling her arm around his she looked to the " fan " with a smile that read of sugar & venom then to him with eyes that flickered flame in their gold flecks , " just need a word with my man for a sec . " it's with that same smile that a hint of smugness touches it on glancing only briefly the woman's way once more to catch a look of what looked to be a mixture of embarrassment & awestruck , " cute shirt by the way ; i look great in that picture . excuse us . " grip perhaps a bit too firm thorn practically drags him backstage , brushing past other fans , employees , as if tunnel vision was leading her to where they could finally be alone . & it did , just outside her trailer where she pressed him against the wall , arms pinning him on each side . thank the gods they reached eye to eye in heels , this wouldn't be nearly at intimidatingly effective if she had to look up , " if you're trying to get me heated before show time , terrance , it's working . you're lucky i didn't bite her heads off & have you for dessert . "

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY ( ACCEPTING !! ) // ASK BOX

[wiccanblood]

“Congratulations on being a year older” 😈 -- @crasvespertilio

                     " yeah , i didn't expect to make it this long either . " she said that FAR too casually , not once skipping a beat or bothering to glance away from phone to update her girls . she knew it was a little jab but he already knew with every one she bit back harder . especially since she took the time to pause touring for just a few short days , she wasn't exactly going to fly out to be roasted .

                     " maybe your memory's slipping , " setting down phone she meets eyes with a smile sweet & sly , " i know how that happens when you get up in age , but i'd be glad to remind you that you're still older than me . "

HAPPY BIRTHDAY , THORN ( ACCEPTING !! ) // ASKBOX

[wiccanblood]

🎢  --  @crasvespertilio​

                       “ you know -- " fingers sparking as they aimed to almost comically large stuffed lion , briefly casting in a soft glow before lifted to the air mere inches off the fair ground , left to levitate freely . she looks to the doll then terry , a smile that read amused & impressed all at once curving mouth as she wrapped arms over broad shoulders .

                       " i’m happy you won me prizes , but don’t expect me to be carrying them around . ” the tiny elephant pin she wore with pride pinned to the fabric of her sundress , the cheaply crafted but adorable regardless faux vampire teeth sitting in her purse simply because it reminded him of her , all just a warm up clearly . she supposed he was out for a challenge to dazzle her & it certainly worked . now to figure out where to put this absolute mammoth of fluff . it really is cute though ... & so was he . " thank you . " with the taste of sweet lemonade they had earlier shared still lingering on lips she presses to his a kiss , " i love it . & you , you big show off . "

A DAY AT THE FAIR ( ACCEPTING !! )  //  ASKBOX

[wiccanblood]

4+🐈 -- @crasvespertilio

                      okay , so she knew it seemed bad . or at least she could recognize it now looking at those pleading , puppy dog eyes vying for her undivided attention . but she couldn't help it !! when her mind got going , it truly got going & lying cuddled with terry in her arms just seemed to spark a fuse in her brain . the next thing she knew there was a pen & notepad in her hands & she was scribbling lyrics with quickness ... lyrics she could only pray she'd be able to make out in the morning , she had taken out her contacts some time ago . though it seemed after the sixth time he had seen her mouth the bridge trying to find a melody through the array of options she had in mind terry had become restless , his lips moving from the crook of her neck to nip at jawline , breaking her concentration .

                      it's with a slightly startled blink then sheepish smile she lays down pen & paper back on nightstand , " okay , okay . i'm sorry , babe . i've got all the key notes down so i'm done for now , i'll finish up tomorrow . " her mouth presses to his , her own teeth gentle in playfully tugging lower lip , " so be a good boy . you should be happy : you're my muse . "

TEETH TO BITE ( ACCEPTING !! ) // ASKBOX

[wiccanblood]

With Thorn being self-conscious about wearing her glasses, does she have any particular thoughts about Velma’s glasses or not really?

no not in particular . thorn says a lot " glasses are for quitters , like wearing a jacket " but it's all jokes , she genuinely doesn't have anything against glasses . she just feels like even the more stylish pairs throw off her look so she opts for contacts when she can or needs to . it's just a personal choice , she thinks she looks too bookish . but velma makes them work fine since she actually is pretty bookish.

[wiccanblood]

“I’m tipsy, covered in streamers, surrounded by hung over people, I have Auld Lang Syne stuck in my head, and I don’t know where my cell phone is. It is New Year’s.”  --  @crasvespertilio​

                  " that ' auld lang syne ' thing might be partly my fault . i told you to sit out on band practice . " it was a great honor to have the hex girls play at gotham's official new year's countdown & nothing was really worth doing if it wasn't worth doing it right so she practiced , practiced , practiced til her guitar pick chipped & she could sing it backwards . she couldn't quite blame terry though -- taking in the time on one of the few domestic stops on tour was a given until she was flown off again .

                  " i have your phone . " carefully she picked streamers & brushing off glitter from his hair . he looked like ... well , like he just got home from one of their more tame concerts really . " it's on the bus . wouldn't want anyone trying to get hold of it , wobbly . " because gods forbid someone in the sea of faces get their hands on that , who knows what would get leaked faster : information of who the mysterious , ever elusive batman was or the dozens upon dozens of nudes she's sent . " ... wanna go back there ? " there's a suggestive smile that rose to her lips , " my set's all done , interviews are over . we can get you sobered up & step away from the crowd for a little . the girls will get where i disappeared to . "

HAPPY NEW YEAR !! ( ACCEPTING !! )  //  ASKBOX

[wiccanblood]

"Hey so, I might of made a mistake? Down here in Hell I started sellin' your of content and I actually ended up makin' a lot more then I thought. So, just to avoid legal trouble for when you die and end up here? What kinda percentage we lookin' at?"  --  @bigveee​

               " who the fuck said i'm ending up down there ? speak for yourself , mothman . & seeing how my on.lyfa.ns is licenced to my own intellectual property i'd say A HUNDRED PERCENT sounds fair . but for the month i'll cut you a generous ten seeing how it compensates for the thirty-three percent off sale i'm running for valentine's day . " pause , " exactly how popular can i even be with the hell crowd ? i'd think they've seen WAY more than me in lingerie & talking about quality s.ex toys . "

[wiccanblood]

“Oh, God, my ex is here. Pass the champagne.” / from Kate 👀  --  @mortiferum​

                 manicured brow slowly raised , lips in a side ways sour sort of frown as eyes fell the raised looking to kate's sudden nervous disposition , " you sure seem worried for a married woman . " thorn wasn't the jealous type ... she wasn't !! she was suspicious , completely different things . or at least that's what she told herself . she might need a drink or two herself . she's already swallowing down the bubbling champagne , far too sober to continue wherever this conversation's leading .

                 " which one ? the virgo , the blonde , or the roommate ? " it'd be too obvious who they were in the midst of gabbing about had she turned around to see herself . & each required a different approach if they made their way over , " just be cool , alright , mrs . mcknight - kane ? & behave . " from flute she takes another swig , " our couch isn't exactly as comfy as our mattress . " there's certain bite in her tone despite her all too sugary sweet kiss to cheek , printing lipstick in her wake .

HAPPY NEW YEAR !! ( ACCEPTING !! )  //  ASKBOX

[wiccanblood]

Warner Brothers YouTube is doing a Halloween/Hex Girls marathon

yeah that's what i'm streaming it on actually! i came home just in time to catch the movie

[wiccanblood]

“Trouble never looked so goddamn fine.”. -- @crasvespertilio

                    a light laughter left her lips, easing at least a bit of her guilt as fingers made careful work wrapping 2nd degree burn blistering on his bicep. that's one of the many reasons she loved terry, he could at least laugh at a fumble & in this case her own. never for a moment making her to feel heavy hearted, it wasn't like she did it on purpose he knew she never would !! thorn simply thought a gentle sparring to practice her kick boxing would do her a world of good after focusing on touring so deeply & get her back in defensive & stage fine fitness shape. but somewhere along between a jab to the torso & a kick to her thigh her magick took a sharp turn into fight or flight, gloves bursting into a consuming flame & withering them to ashes, being sure to leave terry with a ' warning ' of sorts on arm she was quick to tend to. despite his assurance she couldn't help but still be just a little mortified.

                    " i'll work on trouble's time & place . i don't mean to win even a friendly match if i'm winning dirty. " there's a smug sort of cheeky smile as eyes flickered briefly away from her work snipping bandage. was it fair to count that as a ' i beat batman in a spar ' win ? absolutely not, no part of her actually thought so. but her ego as a witch was just as burnt, this was her shaking it off.

GETTING FLIRTY ( ACCEPTING ! ) // ASKBOX

[wiccanblood]

“Let me distract you.”. -- @crasvespertilio

                    pen ceasing its tapping against lower lip her focused gaze drifted from lyrical blurbs scrawled on paper to meeting his eye beneath dark lashes, a cheeky smile curling her mouth. so crunch time was inching ever so closely, her schedule chaos, and the pressure for material astronomical . but staying tucked away in the studio didn't seem to be making things easier , if anything it might've been allowing cabin fever to set in ( how many hours has it been again ? or ... days ? ) a good distraction could be just what she needed , out to lunch , a walk for some fresh air , gettingbentoverthissoundmixingboard , picking out their costumes for this year's halloween party, anything would help provide some fresh eyes .

                    " how're you such a bad influence but great muse all at the same time ? " leaning chin against balled hand almost groggily from days of work she managed an amused smile , " but i could use a distraction . back massage , greek takeout , make out sess , all of the above ? "

GETTING FLIRTY ( ACCEPTING ! ) // ASKBOX

[wiccanblood]

“where are your glasses” -- @crasvespertilio

                   " in our nightstand til our handfasting day . " she said without even glancing his way to break from squinting eyes looking to phone or a hint of hesitation . note she didn't say ' if we have a handfasting day . ' manifesting at its finest . she still stands by that , impatient as he may be she's set on not so much as even budging on this until her last name makes a switch . a gift with what was likely to be great satisfaction . " don't be a wise guy . can you read me what luna text ? i think dusk is being just as much of a pain as you are & changed the font size on my phone . "

THAT SIGN CAN'T STOP ME BC I CAN'T READ ( ACCEPTING ! ) // ASKBOX

[wiccanblood]

“What’s your favourite kind of sweet?” -- @crasvespertilio

                     a slow to rise mischievous smile curls at her lips , a playful twinkle in her eyes as she eyed him suggestively with small ' boop ' to his nose. well he was sweet enough ; enough that she just couldn't help but take a bite sometimes . but if she had to choose a close race ? " they have these little pumpkin pie filled dark chocolates back home that i always really like . & caramel apples , the kind made with a coconut milk base . "

SPOOKY SEASON ( ACCEPTING !! ) // ASKBOX