#HOW DARE YOU ROMANTICIZE STALKING!

[elliespassagerprincess]

Can you do a just like her part 2 please? With a special appearence from muscle mommy herself?

Just like her (2/2) - ellie, dina & abby x reader

hi anon. i deadass couldn't find a pic of all 3 of them but i hope you enjoy!!

pairing: ellie williams, abby anderson, dina x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

HUGE WARNING: psychological manipulation, bsession / stalking behavior, emotional coercion, gaslighting, fear-based tension, emotional pressure / guilt-tripping, toxic relationship dynamics, kidnapping, Violence, threats of harm, captivity

summary: You're seeking peace and anonymity, and you pretend to be straight to avoid the growing, unsettling attention from Ellie and Dina. The lie works—until they see her kissing another girl, Cat.

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part 1

Please read with caution. This fic is dark for a reason and should not be romanticized in real life. This story contains dark and emotionally intense themes—please read with care. You are responsible for what you consume online. Please read the warnings before reading.

You ran. You ran like the forest might open up and swallow you whole if you dared to stop.

The last thing you remember from Jackson was Ellie’s breath on your neck, her hand twitching like she wanted to touch your cheek but knew she’d break something if she did. Dina behind her, silent. Watching. Knowing.

Took nothing but your coat, your knife, your aching heart. You left in the dead of night and hoped the snow would cover your tracks. But Ellie’s a hunter. Dina’s a shadow. You don’t know how long you’ll last.

You don’t look back when you leave Jackson.

You don’t pack much either — a torn bag stuffed with whatever food you could swipe from the mess hall, a battered knife, and the memory of Ellie’s voice, low and razor-sharp behind your ear: “You’re not fooling anyone, you know. Least of all me.”

That voice haunts you now as your boots crush wet leaves, stumbling through fog-drenched woods far past the northern edge of the patrol routes. Every branch sounds like a whisper, every gust of wind a breath too close. But you run anyway, legs trembling, breath hitching, like if you stop now, they'll find you.

Ellie — who looked at you like she could swallow you whole.

Dina — who smiled with her mouth but never with her eyes.

You told them you liked boys. It wasn’t.

You’re half-starved by the time you reach the old firehouse turned outpost. It’s abandoned now — the snow kicked up against the broken doors, the inside bitter cold. You curl up against the cracked brick wall, fingers aching, and think about how badly you just want to be left alone.

You make it five days. Five fucking days out in the cold, scrounging off stolen rations and water that tastes like rot, before your knees give out. Before your vision starts blurring around the edges, body exhausted and feverish.

But you’re not alone. Not for long.

The sound of footsteps comes first. Confident. Heavy. No hesitation. Not like Ellie, who crept like a wolf. Not like Dina, who slithered into rooms so quiet you never noticed until her breath was on your neck.

No — this one stomps.

You grab your knife with frozen fingers, back to the wall, heart hammering. And then you see her.

Tall. Blond. Muscles that shift like steel beneath a torn tank top. She’s got blood on her knuckles and sweat on her brow, but her blue eyes soften when they land on you like she’s seeing something precious. Breakable.

You don’t even get the knife up in time. She crouches in front of you, voice rough but low.

“Hey. You hurt?”

You flinch when she reaches for you. She pauses, both hands up like she’s taming an animal. “Easy. You look like shit. I’m not here to hurt you.”

You don’t believe her. But you let her help you anyway.

Her name is Abby.

She tells you that she used to be with the Fireflies. That she’s been alone for a while now. That she knows what it’s like to run from people who make your skin crawl.

You don’t tell her about Ellie. Or Dina. Not yet. Because she’s warm.

She lights a fire in the fireplace. She gives you her coat. She lets you eat first even though her stomach growls like an animal. And when she sits across from you, watching you like you might disappear, you feel something tighten in your chest.

Maybe this is what safety feels like.

But safety doesn't stare quite so long when you're sleeping.

You wake up to her watching you. Pretending not to. Her hands flex on her knees, like she wants to reach out and pull you into her lap.

You don’t say anything.

The second night, she doesn’t pretend. She asks if you want to sleep closer to the fire. When you agree, she pulls you gently to her side — strong arms circling your shoulders like steel wrapped in warmth.

You try not to cry. Because it feels good. Too good.

And you know what happened last time.

On the fourth night, you whisper it. All of it. Ellie. Dina. Jackson. What they did — what they almost did. You don’t even realize you’re shaking until Abby cups your face in both her hands and looks at you like she might break in two.

“They don’t get to touch you again,” she growls. “I won’t let them.”

You believe her. That’s your first mistake.

A week passes. You haven’t left her side.

She won’t let you hunt alone. Won’t let you sleep far. She cuts your food for you sometimes. Insists you don’t strain yourself. Kisses your forehead when she thinks you’re too tired to notice.

It’s gentler than Ellie’s obsession. Less sharp than Dina’s manipulation. But it’s the same hunger, wrapped in silk.

You try to leave on the tenth day. Just to walk. Just to breathe.

But she’s already there when you open the door, arms crossed, lips a flat line.

“Where were you going?”

Your mouth goes dry. “Just outside. Just for a minute—”

She takes a step forward.

“Without me?”

You shake your head. “I didn’t think—”

“That’s right,” Abby says softly. “You didn’t think. You don’t have to. I’ll do the thinking for both of us now.”

You freeze when she cups your chin again, but this time her fingers tighten slightly — a warning.

“You ran from them,” she whispers, breath warm against your lips. “You’re not gonna run from me too.”

That night, she keeps your knife. You pretend not to notice. And in the silence between the fire’s crackle and the slow drag of her fingers through your hair, you wonder if Ellie was right.

Maybe you aren’t fooling anyone.

Maybe you were made to be wanted like this.

She doesn’t pretend she’s not keeping you there.

She says it’s “for your safety.”

“You were being followed,” she tells you on the third day. Her eyes are serious. Her mouth set in a firm line. “Two girls. Armed. You know them?”

You go still.

She studies you. She knows.

“I’ve been watching them for days,” she continues. “They’re close.”

Your stomach twists. “Why… why are you helping me?”

She shrugs like it’s nothing. “Didn’t like the way they looked at you.”

You shiver.

She kneels beside the bed. “You’ve got someone now.”

You start to notice things. Your coat? Gone. Knife? Nowhere.

The cabin? No windows that open. One door. Always locked unless she’s inside. And she touches you like she’s allowed to.

A hand brushing your hair. A finger grazing your jaw. You pull away at first. She apologizes. But later, it happens again. Longer. Slower. Her touch lingers.

You tell yourself it’s kindness. You try to ignore the heat in your belly that comes with it. The shame. The betrayal of your own body.

You dream of Ellie’s voice at your ear, whispering mine. You wake up sweating.

Abby’s there with a wet cloth, wiping your forehead. Eyes dark.

“You cry in your sleep,” she says. “Do they still scare you?”

You nod.

She smiles like it comforts her. Like she likes that you're scared — just not of her.

Weeks pass.

She teaches you how to shoot.

“It’s just in case,” she says, guiding your hand over the grip. Her chest presses to your back. “I’d never let anyone touch you again.”

You wonder what she’d do if they found you. If Ellie showed up at the door, blood on her hands, wild and furious and shaking.

You ask her.

“What if they come?”

Abby doesn’t blink.

“I’ll kill them.”

You don’t ask again.

You try to leave once. Just once.

She’s gone hunting. You see the chance and you run. The door wasn’t locked this time — you think she’s getting too comfortable. You make it to the woods. Ten minutes. Maybe fifteen.

You hear her before you see her.

“Y/N—!”

The shout tears through the trees. You freeze. Then she’s on you.

Tackling you into the snow. Her breath ragged. Her hands gripping your shoulders like she’s afraid you’ll shatter.

“You’re not leaving me.”

“I was just—”

“I found you,” she snarls. “They were going to break you.”

“I don’t belong to you!”

Silence.

Then:

“You will.”

That night, she doesn’t touch you. Doesn’t even speak. She locks the door again. You lie in bed, heart racing, skin crawling.

But part of you — the smallest, sickest part — wonders what would’ve happened if you begged her to make you hers.

And if she would’ve said yes.

A week later, she brings back news.

“They’re getting closer.”

You hear them before you see them. Boots. Branches snapping. That strange static in the air like a storm about to break.

Abby stands in front of you, still as stone, jaw clenched. Rifle in hand, eyes tracking the treeline like she feels them breathing out there.

“They’re here,” she says.

You already know.

You feel it in your bones. That aching itch. That pull.

Ellie.

Dina.

It was never going to end.

Abby doesn’t ask you to hide.

She just pulls you behind her, presses her hand to your stomach, and murmurs, “Don’t move.”

The gunshot comes fast. Cracks through the woods like lightning. Abby shoves you behind a tree and returns fire.

You fall to your knees. Everything is noise. Pain. Heat.

And then you hear her.

Ellie.

That voice. Rough, ragged, shaking with something almost feral.

“GIVE HER TO ME.”

Your lungs seize. You haven’t heard her voice in over a month, but it’s like it’s under your skin.

You peek around the tree.

She���s there. Blood on her sleeve. Bow in hand. Face wild. Dina beside her. Steady. Silent. Her eyes are on you.

They look like they’ve already won.

Abby doesn’t hesitate. She fires again. Forces them back. You scream her name, but she’s already moving — low, fast, sharp. Her body is a weapon and you realize, horrified, that this is what she was made for.

Protecting you.

Fighting for you.

Owning you.

Ellie gets close first. She slams into Abby, knife flashing. The two hit the ground hard, rolling through mud and snow.

You’re screaming, begging, crying — none of them hear you.

Dina moves around the fight. Comes to you. Her voice is soft. Familiar. Soothing.

“Hey,” she says. “You okay, baby?”

You shake your head, crawling backwards. “No. No. You can’t—”

She kneels in front of you. Her fingers reach toward your cheek. You slap her hand away.

Her face falls. But only for a second.

“Still fighting?” she murmurs. “That’s okay. We like that.”

Abby roars. You hear the snap of someone’s shoulder dislocating. Then silence. Ellie collapses to one knee.

Blood runs down her cheek. She’s smiling.

Abby stares at her, panting. “Stay the fuck away from her.”

Ellie spits blood. “Why? So you can lock her up in your little cabin? Feed her lies and play pretend?”

“She chose me.”

“She didn’t even know you!”

Dina steps between them. Her voice is calm. “All of you are forgetting something.”

They look at her.

She tilts her head at you. “She belongs to us.”

It happens fast. Dina grabs your wrist. Yanks you up.

Abby lunges, but Ellie tackles her down again, screaming, “RUN!”

You break free from Dina’s grasp. Sprint into the trees. Your lungs burn. Your legs are failing. Every part of you hurts.

But you don’t stop.

They’re chasing each other.

They’re chasing you.

They’ll never stop.

You make it to a clearing. Drop to your knees. Breath ragged. And then — all of them appear.

Abby. Ellie. Dina.

Bloodied. Dirty. Staring at you like you’re a fire they’re ready to walk into.

You scream, “Stop!”

They do.

Just for a second.

Then Abby steps forward. “Come home.”

Ellie: “You were never meant to leave.”

Dina: “You don’t have to choose. We’ll take care of everything.”

You shake your head. Tears stream down your face.

“I’m not yours.”

They don’t even flinch.

Abby kneels. “Then whose are you?”

You choke on the answer. Because you don’t know anymore.

They make a deal. Split custody. That’s what Dina jokes. Ellie doesn’t laugh. Abby doesn’t even blink.

They bring you back to the cabin. Together.And everything after that is soft. Too soft.

Blankets. Baths. Bruises cleaned in silence.

They take turns holding you. Feeding you. Whispering in your ear. Telling you it’s okay now. That it’s over. That you’re safe.

But you’re not.

You wake in the middle of the night and find Ellie tracing your spine with her fingertip.

You pretend to sleep.

She leans down. Breathes you in.

“You smell like her,” she whispers. “I fucking hate it.”

In the morning, Abby brings you coffee and a kiss on your wrist.

Later, Dina braids your hair and hums to herself like it’s normal.

You’re not allowed outside anymore. You don’t even ask.

Because when you try to run again, Abby breaks your radio.

And Ellie breaks your trust.

You’re not scared anymore. You’re numb.

They argue sometimes — over who gets to hold you. Who gets the bed. Who touched you last.

But they always circle back.

To you.

You’re the center. The reason. The obsession. And it should terrify you.

But some part of you — broken, hollow, shaped by them — is starting to like the way it feels.

To be watched. To be wanted. To be owned.

You stop trying to escape. Let them believe they’ve won. You smile more.

Say thank you when Abby brushes your hair.

Kiss Ellie’s bruised knuckles.

Curl into Dina when she whispers promises in your ear.

They melt. You rot.

But you learn something in that silence. In those slow, sick days between their arms.

They don’t want you free. They want you to be theirs.

Which means — you own them too.

Ellie is the first to break.

You start with something small. A flinch when she touches you. A sigh. A pause before you kiss her back. It drives her insane.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

You blink slowly. “You don’t trust me?”

She’s wrecked for days.

Draws pictures of you obsessively. Sleeps outside the bedroom door like a dog. Won’t eat unless you do.

Perfect.

Then Dina. She’s the emotional one. So you start crying at night. Silent. Just loud enough for her to hear. But when she touches your face —

“Don’t,” you whisper.

“Baby—”

“I’m fine.”

But you don’t sleep.

You curl up on the floor. You pretend to shiver. She panics. Tries to wrap you in her arms. You flinch again. She doesn’t sleep after that. Keeps vigil. Like a priest. Like a sinner.

You let her pray.

Abby takes the longest.

She’s strong. Solid. Rational.

So you unravel her by choosing the others first. A hand on Ellie’s thigh during dinner. A longer kiss for Dina.

A quiet, “I’ll sleep with them tonight, okay?” after Abby’s made the bed.

You see the cracks forming. She gets shorter. Quieter. Cold. Until one night you let yourself into her room and climb into her lap, straddling her.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

Her hands tremble. And you know you’ve won.

It becomes a game. Who gets your affection today. Who earns a kiss. A smile. A soft moan in the night.

They try to pretend they’re still in control.

That you’re still theirs.

But you see it in their eyes. You’ve become god.

You start setting rules.

“I don’t like yelling,” you say sweetly, after Ellie screams at Abby.

They all go quiet after that.

“I don’t want to be touched unless I ask.”

Hands retreat like fire burned them.

“You’re not allowed to fight over me anymore.”

They make eye contact. Nod. Shake hands. They don’t see the smirk you hide. You’ve bent them to your will. Tamed the monsters with a single whispered prayer.

One night, Ellie gets bold. Tries to slip her hand between your thighs while you’re half-asleep.

You grab her wrist. Hard.

Her breath catches. Her pupils blow wide.

“Do you want me to cry again?” you ask.

Her hand retreats like it was scorched. The next morning, she kills a deer and leaves it at the cabin door like an offering.

You don’t even eat it.

Dina writes you songs now. Leaves them on your pillow. Love letters carved into guitar strings.

Abby trains harder. Lifts heavier. Just so you’ll look at her with a glint of awe.

And Ellie — poor, broken Ellie — carves your face into wood.

You burn one of the carvings in the fireplace just to watch her weep. She thanks you afterward. Says she deserved it.

You wear white now. They say it makes you look angelic. You let them believe that.

You braid your hair and sit on the porch and hum like you’re peaceful, when really, you’re remembering the way Dina trembled when you kissed her then turned away.

You’re remembering how Abby whimpered when you cried in her arms, then didn’t speak to her for days.

You’re remembering how Ellie sobbed in your lap when you told her you didn’t know if you loved her anymore.

And how you kissed her forehead and whispered, “Maybe tomorrow.”

You’ve turned captivity into kingdom. You rule them. Not with fists or knives. But with silence.

With tears. With restraint.

Because they taught you to survive by being quiet.

Now you survive by making them scream.

You’re not running anymore. Why would you? They never wanted freedom.

And now — neither do you.

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[snailsgoingdowntown]

Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Chapter 19

Story Masterlist

Arranged marriage AU

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NOTE: Started to upload the chapters to Ao3. You can find the link on Dion’s Masterlist. I also edited some of the chapters on there and here on tumblr as well. 

Warnings: implied past/recent attempted sexual assault, attempted murder, choking, mentioned past violence for self-defense, implied possible past stalking, themes of obsessive and possessive behavior/thoughts/actions, implied physical (NOT sexual) abuse towards a toy, slight themes of imprisonment, implied past child neglect, mention (staged) suicide, mention of hypothetical murder and injury, implied attempted non-consensual sexual intercourse/activity (Fontaine), mention of drugging, TOXIC marriage/relationship, Ash needs a break. Please tell me if I missed any.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIOR THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY DANGEROUS AND TOXIC.

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“Doctor, oh doctor… please take her with you!”

“Young Master, I want to live.” 

Throwing his status as a noble to the side, Zachary (Last Name) is on his knees, asking - begging - Ash Katopodis to take you, his very sweet - hopeless - sister along with him. Meaning, kidnapping you.

 Of course, that label would only be true if he takes you against your will; however, knowing your situation, the doctor knows that you would consider it, at the very least. Although, he also knows that you would most likely reject the idea, knowing you’ll be hunted down to the ends of the earth.

But that’s only your side and not his; he would never dream of it. There are a number of reasons he refuses to entertain your brother’s silly request. 

“Ugh… but she can’t just stay there! She’ll die in like what, a month?”

“It’s already been a month, or at least almost one,” Ash sighs out, siff on the lounge couch. While he understands the boy, he refuses to play into his delusions - taking you? From Black Agriche? 

No, forget that - taking you away from Dion Agriche?

He shudders at the mere thought of it. Just mentioning divorce had the crazed man daring him to finish his sentence that night. Had he not deescalated the dire situation, he would either be in a coma, limbless, or six feet under. A funeral holding a few people in attendance, and he knows that his horrible employer would be among them.

Not out of guilt, of course.

“If she was going to die, it would have been by now. Besides, I’m sure that you’re fully aware of… the Young Master’s affection towards the Lady.” Ash says awkwardly, not expecting a mere twelve- year-old boy to continuously beg him to help you escape. As a matter of fact, he’s surprised that Zac knew anything of Dion at all, aside from his… unfavorable reputation.

 “And that’s why you should take her. Fake her death, or something. Stage a suicide.” The boy suggests with a shrug of his shoulder. “If you do the second, maybe that guy will feel guilty and repent for everything.”

Taken aback, the young doctor stares at your brother - how could he suggest such a thing? So casually like it would be nothing. Did he not consider that Lant would investigate your suicide? Hell, did he not consider that your husband would do so first, and raise hell on earth just to find you?

Does he not think that your husband would find you? It doesn’t matter if you changed your hair and eyes, or even cut off a limb or two; he would immediately know it’s you. 

That’s just the type of person he is. 

The room falls silent as the redhead thinks of a response. “...Young Master, I don’t think you realize just how… dedicated Master Dion is to his wife.”

“She has a name. Use it.” Zac demands, staring the older man in the eyes. 

Ash sighs, shaking his head. “Yes, of course… Lady (Name) will simply be hunted down until she’s found. And my head would be cut off.” He explains, or at least tries to. It’s like arguing with a brick wall.

He ponders what gives him this much energy, what inspires these very dangerous ideas. Does he think he’ll be immune from his part in the would-be ploy? Maybe Dion wouldn’t hurt him, but he’ll find a way to get back at him. 

Dangling you in front of him, maybe. A hand on your waist in public appearances. News regarding your pregnancy. 

It would be obvious that his younger brother-in-law was the one who orchestrated the hypothetical plan. Going up to Dion, saying you weren’t into tall men only to run with his tail between his legs. He admits the sight of him clinging onto you was a bit funny, and that his gesture was sweet - but foolish - but unfortunately it just made his future goals obvious.

But forget that - what could a twelve-year-old do?

“But would he think it was you?”

“Well, considering that the Lady would be gone soon after my leave from their estate, I would assume so.” 

Zac huffs. 

The wait for the head of the (Last Name) family continues.

- - -

 “Lady Grizelda…” you meekly call out, holding a flower bouquet that was given to her but handed over to you. “Why are you giving this to me…? It was a sweet gift given to you.”

The sun shines down on you, your original goal of returning to Dion’s room almost forgotten. But your sister-in-law suggested some fresh air - to ease your nerves. 

Fontaine wouldn’t be out in the garden, he’d be in the training grounds or right outside the estate to blow off some steam. And Maria is most likely busy around this time, ‘playing’ with Sierra in the Glass Chamber as usual. As for Dion… well, you’ll find out eventually. 

Truthfully, however, she’s trying to keep your mind sane. 

Sending you on your way while being a crying and stumbling mess… lord knows who would take advantage of that - no, scratch that. Lord knows what Dion would do.

It’s an itch, a safety measure. She’s not sure why she keeps thinking this, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“Hm? Ah, but I have no use for them - besides, I think they’ll lighten your room up. If my brother asks, just tell him they were a gift from me. To make up for our short introduction and conversation during the engagement party and wedding.” 

You wearily look at her and then at the flowers. They smell nice, and thankfully they don’t look like the slightly poisonous ones in the manhwa that was given to Roxana. Regardless, you don’t want them, and even if you did, you’re sure that Dion would glare at the poor things. Because they were from someone who isn’t him.

What a jealous man.

“That’s rather… depressing. For the servant, I mean.” The vivid red reminds you of blood while the pretty pink reminds you of home. So soft compared to the red. So different, and the longer you look at them, the more you realize the crimson overtakes the pink - it’s intimidating.

“Well, you should see the amount of admirers Roxana has - the flowers always end up in the trash. That or given to her mother if they were from outside our borders.” She casually informs, and you believe her. 

“I see…”

She glances at you from the corner of her eye, spotting the dribble of blood that stained your dress. It was barely noticeable, but your thumb was very much out in the open. So, like the kind sister-in-law she is, she lent you a loose pair of hers - not too loose, just enough to fit the fabric tied around the injured digit.

It still shows the outline of it, making it look awkward. But there’s barely a person who would stare at you. After all, you’re Dion’s wife. 

But she wonders why you didn’t have your own pair; the previous marks were still very recent.

Your behavior has also become more natural, relaxed. You’re still jittery, but at least you aren’t about to have a panic attack. Or a crying mess. 

The rabbit has calmed down. Like handing a carrot to the adorable thing. Of course, this view won’t last long. It’s only a matter of time until this moraless madness takes over you.

“So,” the brunette starts, “does the food suit your taste?” She smiles when you look at her, puzzled. “I’m just curious, that’s all,” she explains with a small shrug.

You raise your guard up more. 

“Ah… it does,” you tell the truth. But you hate that it does - especially the sweets. The teas. The main courses and side dishes that you ate with vigor at your parent’s estate before you were married off. It makes you sick and scared.

Just how much does your beloved husband know about you? How does he know?

Did he threaten your parents? The servants? You shake the thought off when she hums in approval. 

“That’s good. This is more fun than what I thought it would be - we should invite Roxana sometime. If you’re up for it, that is.” She suggested, laidback. Was she supposed to be like this? Was this how the author wrote her? 

Actually, does any of this even matter?

Everything is fucked up already. You’re married to Dion, Dion is ‘sweet’ to you, he’s obsessed with you instead of Roxana, and he’s not a virgin (it’s obvious he couldn’t get bitches in the manhwa. The novel is a different story, but spoilers said he’s dense when it comes to romance).

Jeremy has a fondness for you, a stranger he didn’t even talk to until after you moved in. Roxana… you don’t even know anymore. You’re not sure if you want to.

“Ah… thank you for the offer. I might take you up  on it… let’s turn around,” you turn on your feet, seeing a figure in the distance that’s an unpleasant sight. While it’s true you momentarily wanted to seek him out to rat out Fontaine, your overall mood has improved and frankly, if you do decide to tell him, you want it to be outside of any enjoyable company.

Of course, you should probably ask Grizelda to be with you if you go that route. But for now, you just want to soak in the sun. You want to walk without a chain on your ankle.

Your hands start to shake around the stems of the flowers. The thorns were ripped off, but something still sinks into the gloves. Your thumb throbs, an itch inside you can only reach with your teeth. You bite the inside of your cheek softly.

You hope he doesn’t notice you. His back was turned and you pray he doesn’t turn around. 

Grizelda follows suit after looking at her older brother for a bit. Neither of you say a word, simply walking down the trail, retracing your steps. What a shame - you wanted to enjoy the sun for a bit longer. But now it feels cold, and the flowers suddenly smell sour. 

Your (e/c) eyes trail down to the red flowers in your grasp; they remind you of your husband’s eyes. Vivid. Pretty yet morbid. They almost glow.

They remind you of fresh blood.

“... I’m sorry but,” you separate the pink ones from the red, “I don’t think I can accept the red ones.” You whisper, hoping Dion wouldn’t hear the breeze carry your voice. Once you’re done, you hand the red ones to Grizelda - a pause before she accepts them. 

“Oh? That’s a pity… not that I blame you.” She doesn’t sound judgemental. Her voice is clear, void of any mockery or concern. 

Strangely, that comforts you. 

- - -

The sound of approaching footsteps becomes distant, their owners turning around. Curious, the Agriche turns his head to look over his shoulder. The sight of you with his sister eases some of his worries, but it doesn’t stop the newfound jealousy.

Perhaps it is pathetic, and maybe he really is a lost cost. Then again, he’s always been one the moment he started to grow in his mother’s womb - a child who would be raised without love. Shallow affection was there but it dwindled as he got older. And besides, he never did care much for his mother’s whims and expectations. 

But you? You were different - a different breed from him. You know how to love properly. But it’s also because of that, that you refuse to show him any. His hands itch to turn you around, his feet want to walk, he wants to see his reflection in your eyes - for you to look at him.

He stares for quite a bit, seeing your figures getting smaller and smaller, voices low and soft. He wonders what you’re talking about. It would be a lie to say he doesn’t want to trail behind you - he could very much do so. The red-eyed noble knows to quiet his footsteps, and he’s good at sneaking up on people.

Unlike him, you weren’t trained to strain your ears to hear the crunch of a twig amongst a busy forest. Grizelda, while more physically trained than you, probably wouldn’t be able to hear him coming. But considering that your once approaching footsteps have become distant, you saw him, and thus decided to leave so you don’t have to interact with him.

It stings. Very much so, and he craves to carve himself into your very being. Devour you whole, imprint himself on you as you had done to him. 

You're getting tinier. He’s losing his chance to see you up close. But maybe he should just leave you be, give you some space. Calm your mind and clear your head. He’ll try again tonight, but with a more subtle approach. Less staring and touching, reducing them to a minimum. 

Or would that also backfire on him?

A minute passes before he makes up his mind to go a different route - he’ll find you again in a bit. He doubts that Grizelda would leave you alone; the girl has always been curious about the outside world. And you are practically from a different world, thus her bombarded questions will go on for the entire day.

Even so, there’s something dark lurking in his head. It whispers to take you by the hand and return to your room - sit you on his lap. Restrain you with his hands, keep you near, whisper twisted sweet-nothings into your ear, promising he’ll give you anything if you just give him even a crumb of affection.

Make it to where the only person you could see was him.

Besides he’s your husband - it’s only natural that you should spend time together. It’s not like he hasn’t shown interest, the very opposite actually.

But it’s that same interest that drives you away with a frightened look in your eyes. So scared to be approached by him, always looking for an exit.

Ah. 

He looks at your retreating figures just before you disappear from sight, taking note of how relaxed you seem. How cruel of you - you’re not looking for one with her.

Just with him.

- - -

“Okay, how about -”

“The answer is no and will always be no.” 

The conversation has not yet ended. Both parties glance at the doors here and there to see if anyone is there. They remained closed and the room only held their voices. It witnesses their interactions, the secret of this conversation bleeding into the walls, unknown and unheard by anyone else. 

Ash looks at the grandfather clock - an hour and a half has gone by since Zac joined him. Yet there is no sign of your father. How odd.

Almost like he’s avoiding him.

The complete opposite of his Heir, he laments. The boy refuses to leave, seeing that there is no need to. Still, the conversation is going nowhere and he really, really wants to go home. 

He doesn’t get paid enough for this.

- - -

“That fucking bitch,” Fontaine mumbles to himself, striking his sword down on the dummy. It’s sliced in two, two of his men watching on the sidelines. Both look at each other, worried they’ll be next. 

Wondering what soured their Master’s mood.

His large and muscular body contorts into something tighter, a snarl on his face as he recalls the events of earlier today.

You… you weren’t supposed to be rowdy. He’s heard the rumors, that you’re meek and docile, a scared little rabbit that bows its head. You’ve never crossed Lant, you never rejected Maria’s invitations. You listen to them, listen to Dion, presumably. 

He grits his teeth.

You weren���t even supposed to marry him. 

You - you were supposed to be his; that was the original plan. Of course, he didn’t pick you, his father did. He doesn’t know the reason, and he doubts he ever will. 

Truthfully, he didn’t care for it, at first. Until he realized he was ahead of Dion, for once. He was given something important, a gift for all of his hard work that was finally recognized. A pretty thing to show off and keep his bed warm, bowing your head and obeying him like the good girl you are.

The good girl you were supposed to be.

However, somehow, someway, Dion slithered in, and convinced their father to hand  you over to him instead. Lant’s favoritism was always severe, irritatingly so. He overlooks everyone else that isn’t Roxana or Dion, and even then, his half-sister never shined as bright in their father’s eyes.

 He lied to Grizelda about Lant arranging the marriage between Dion and you - he didn’t want to admit that he once again lost to his accursed younger brother.

The brother that always comes in first place. The brother who gets all the praise. The glory, the attention, the rewards - always him, him, him.

You, the little rabbit, was supposed to marry Fontaine, the lion who finally was chosen for something. But Dion -

He ruined that.

His jaw clenches and knuckles turning white as the hilt of his sword threatens to crack. “Damn it! That fucking wrench.” He swings his sword at a different dummy. The head rolls off, and yet, his rage isn’t quelled. Again and again he targets different ones, imaging them to be Dion - at the very least, he would like to get one hit in. 

He saw the opportunity when he came across you, alone in the toy area. Defenseless. Meek and docile, a rabbit ready for the taking. He could have done it, taken what was supposed to be his. He was even nice about it -

“Y-Young Master Fontaine…. The dummies… they’re -”

“Shut it! I know I got rid of them all. Go get new ones unless you want to become one.” Look, he’s being generous. Better than that Dion. 

His men share a look with a gulp before scattering off, obeying him. The oldest Agriche child scoffs through his teeth. He’ll get you next time. He’ll make sure of it.

“... fuck, I shouldn’t have let my guard down.” He walks over to the wall, leaning against it. Next to him was a staircase, leading to the area where Lant spectates his children’s training. No-one is here today.

The lessons for the day were to be taken in the outside training grounds. Of course, he wasn’t assigned any. After all, he just returned from a mission. A boring one, a useless one. 

He needed to let off steam so he visited one of his toys before coming across you. It was fun, sure, but it didn’t satisfy him. But you - you could have.

Smaller than him and pretty. A nice waist to hold, he’s sure Dion didn’t enjoy the pleasure that’s sleeping with a woman. He must have hurt you, surely, but Fontaine can always overwrite your terrible experience. He could have shown you, engraved himself into you, claiming what was supposed to be his.

Instead you kicked him. Kicked him and ran, barely escaping by a hair. And to think, he was going to be gentle.

“Fuck, I should have choked her instead of being nice.” He mumbles to himself, finally relaxing his muscles. “She wouldn’t have run away otherwise… had her right in my hands too…” Unable to stop talking, he closes his eyes as he recalls the event. Ideas of what he should have done pop up in his head, annoying him. 

“Tch… why did father give her to him…” he runs a hand through his hair. He sighs to himself. “Dion wasn’t there… let’s see… maybe I’ll bribe her maid to drug her - Kegh!” 

“Drug who?” 

A hand roughly grabs the grey-eyed man’s neck, slamming his head against the wall. The aggressor's grip threatens to snap his thick neck, his airway blocked. The blood rushes to his head and he can’t think let alone talk.

He gasps for air, kicking his legs and clawing at a pale hand. It’s suffocating, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He’s about to lose consciousness until -

“M-Master D-D-Dion! Stop, please!”

“Master Fontaine!” 

Fontaine’s men call out, rushing to the two brothers. They hesitate to touch your husband, but they can’t exactly let Fontaine die, either. They stop in their tracks when scarlet eyes glare at them, murderous intentions clear. He doesn’t address them, but he does loosen his grip on Fontaine’s neck - it’s not an act of mercy. 

“Ha-Haaa,” Fontaine pants, rapidly blinking as he regains his senses. His eyes widen once he sees that it’s his own brother choking him with the intent to kill. His heart painfully hammers against his chest, threatening to break his rib cage. He hears his own pulse. 

“D-Dion! W-what are y-you -”

“Drug who?” The red-eyed man repeats himself. His heart is erratic, blood hot - his blunt nails dig into Fontaine’s skin, drawing blood. He wants to snap it. He wants to see his eyes pop out, wants to see him dead.

He wants to kill him.

“Young Master! Please, what will your father -” One man starts, but his pleas land on deaf ears.

Dion’s eyes are solely on Fontaine, seeing red. “Well?” He waits, only for his eyes to twitch when his older brother gasps for air instead of responding. 

Maybe it was a good thing to go his own way - he just happened to hear some senseless grumbling and he was curious. Today’s lessons for the children weren’t being held indoors. Actually, the indoor training room was off limits for the day. 

Once seeing it was Fontaine, Dion had planned on leaving. Until he heard him mutter something about their father giving someone else something… and then mention a maid. It was obvious after that - after all, who else but you could Fontaine not directly touch?

He tightens his grip again. “You were rather talkative before,” he comments as Fontaine’s face becomes red. It’s a nice look on him - especially as his eyes lose the light in them, a panicked expression replacing the irritated one from before. 

He hears smaller footsteps rush towards him. He ignores it - must be another guard.

“Wha? My Lady, don’t-” flabbergasted, one of the guards reaches out to grab someone, but he’s shaken off roughly.

Smaller hands grab his free arm. He stiffens, blood freezing as someone tugs at his arm harshly. However, they don’t attempt to take the one choking Fontaine away. Almost like they don’t want to, but they have to - for what reason, he doesn’t know.

He looks at the person, eyes widening once he sees it’s you - confusion, fear, mouth ajar. You look panicked, shaking your head, trying your best to pull him away from the scum of the earth. 

He’s about to ask if you’ve gone mad, until you mouth -

Not yet.

His mind blanks. Slowly, he starts to release Fontaine, almost by reflex. He glances behind you to see Grizelda looking on in horror, but not at the scene of Dion and Fontaine - rather the scene between him and you. His fingers twitch.

He doesn’t want to stop. He shouldn’t. But you keep tugging and tugging, trying your best to pull him away, your heels digging into the floor as you struggle to even make your husband move an inch. 

His eyes travel lower and he sees some blood on the bodice. His grip tightens on Fontaine’s neck. But you don’t stop, voice shaky as you beg - 

“Dion… please.” 

He does as you say. 

THUD

Fontaine falls to the ground as Dion backs off. You repeat the words silently, seeing your reflection in his eyes. 

Not yet.

He glances at the heaving man on the ground. And then back at you, but you’re not looking at him - your eyes are empty as you stare down at your brother-in-law. You blink, still expressionless. He frowns.

He doesn’t like that look on you.

Your fingers dig into his arm before you look back up at him. You smile sweetly, but it’s forced. Your hands slightly tremble as your smile strains to stay. “Let’s go back. Please?” 

“G-go back!? He tried to kill me -” Fontaine starts, enraged that he was just choked, that you’re the one to calm the beast; he wouldn’t be in this predicament if it wasn’t for you. If you had just -

“Fontaine.” 

Dion calls his name, a threat and a promise. The mentioned man zips his mouth, shaking. He cowers into himself, and your husband finds the sight funny. He was talking so much shit and yet now he’s fearing for his life. A moment of silence passes before Grizelda steps in.

“Let’s… keep quiet about this.” Her hands rest on your shoulders as she looks at her older brother. She gives him a look - silently warning he shouldn’t act this way in front of you. She squeezes them and he finds himself wanting to shove her off.

He doesn’t, exhaling to calm down. Slowly, gently, like you were giving a reward to a dog, your hands enclose, or at least try to, around his hand. Your thumbs rub against his knuckles. A spark goes up his spine, but the thrill disappears once he realizes you’re only doing this to calm him down - to spare Fontaine’s life. 

He’s confused, angry, but you’re his everything. A pause before he grabs your hand and walks away, almost pulling you but not quite. You let him, Grizelda hesitating to let go. You don’t struggle, don’t tell him to stop - you just follow.

Your mouthed words repay in his head -

Not yet.

= = =

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[nyxiswrites1200]

Ghostface x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Stalking, Reader is a little crazy, Mask kink, Fingering, Praise, Pet names, P in V, Unresolved tension

This is for purely fictional purposes, I don't condone/romanticize stalking or creepy behavior. Stay safe!

Part 2 soon!

It was Halloween night and while you'd love to be dressed up and at a party...you're not. You're spread out on your couch in some shorts that ride up your thighs and a baggy T-shirt with the TV going in the background.

Your annoying friends had simply forgotten to invite you saying 'it wouldn't be your scene' and maybe they were right but still!

You sighed as your attention turned back to the TV. Only for a brief moment though, your phone rang.

"This better not be them needing a ride because they're drunk-" you roll your eyes as you look at the phone, 'Unknown' along with a number you've come to know but don't save.

You feel a certain heat run through your being as you take a breath.

For the past couple weeks, a man has been calling you. It was weird, at first- no it's still weird. However, you've welcomed it and accepted it. He was odd...but he was kind to you. Always willing to listen, knew your favorite things and had them sent to your door sometimes. Friends joking about a secret admirer but you knew it was more of a glorified stalker.

Yet this mysterious man found his way into your thoughts, dreams, and late night sessions with your vibrator pressed to your clit.

You pick up the phone "Hello?"

"Hey doll, how are you?" He responds, it's so casual for what this is.

"Bored...pretty sad for a girl to be alone on Halloween" you sighed as you turned over on the couch.

"Oh that won't do...want me to come and make it better for you?"

Your breath hitched, he'd never offered to come in before. You knew what he was though...that he already knew where you lived, what you looked like, and much more.

"You stalking me?" You respond softly

"No doll, I'm just making sure you're safe and happy. Pretty girls like you need to be taken care of..."

You're insane, you've finally lost it, you swear.

"You can come in...but don't scare me, understand?" You respond sternly.

"Of course, I wouldn't dare" the call ends.

What the hell is wrong with you? Inviting this man into your home? Even if he hasn't done anything malicious...God no- that's not the point!

You're anxious but also nervous...you wanna know who he is, you also want your sick fantasies fulfilled.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a polite knock on the wall of the living room. You're still startled but you turn your head.

You weren't sure what to expect but you're met with a man wearing a Ghostface mask and fully black outfit.

"Sorry doll, I still startled you a little." He apologized, it sounded genuine.

"It's okay...I wasn't expecting the outfit" you chuckle.

"Oh? I guess it is a little weird" he walked over, looking down at you "You're even prettier up close"

"Oh, thank you..."

You're not really sure if the next events were real. It went from talking, sweet compliments, to him pushing your little shorts aside to realize you weren't wearing panties.

"Oh, you naughty girl. You wanted this, hm?'" he hummed as he rubbed his gloved hand along your slit. Collecting the slick that dripping out.

"Yes..." You responded breathlessly, you don't even know what he looks like. Just his personality and that his hand felt good on your pussy.

He slipped two fingers in with ease as you moaned. "Good girl...you take it so well."

His other hand slips under your shirt to play with your tits as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

You couldn't help but enjoy it...besides it didn't matter, you don't even know who he is.

He got your nipples hard as he toyed with them, pushing his fingers up against that sensitive spot inside of you. Making you moan louder and attempt to grab onto anything to ground you.

"Close-" you whine out.

"Oh? Go ahead, cum on my fingers pretty girl"

His words only fueled the fire that warmed your skin. You moaned out loudly, nothing but sinful noises as you came around his fingers.

"Good girl" he praises as he slowly pulls out his fingers. You lay there, recollecting your thoughts. You see him slip his hand under his mask, tasting your cum, licking it off with his tongue.

It made your pussy throb again.

"Not sedated yet, doll?" He chuckled as he reached down, undoing his belt and jeans, tugging out his cock. "Do you want this?"

He was big, his tip leaking pre, and a prominent vein along the underside.

"Y...yes" you stutter out with your face flushed. He chuckled as he pushed up your shirt all the way, tugging your shorts off. "Got myself such a needy girl" he tugs you close by your thighs, positioning himself between them. He rubs the tip of his cock against your entrance.

You whined as you felt push the tip inside. Only to be snapped out of your daze when you hear a knock on the front door.

He turned as well as he tilted his head "Expecting someone?"

"Oh shit, my roommates, I didn't expect them to be back this early" you groaned as you quickly pulled away and he obliged.

He helps you fix your clothes and himself as well. "Just...go out the window" you gently push him as you rush over to the door.

"Alright...I'll call you" he smirked despite you not being able to see it as he disappeared to leave the house. You sigh as you open the door and your friends walk in "What took so long?"

"I was in the bathroom" you swiftly lie and they don't seem to question you further.

What a hell of a night...

Credits: roseschoices (banners) <3

[narcissistichedonist]

(if you believe my stalking you is adorable, may i indulge you further: i’ve been reverently checking your profile too many times ever since sending that first ask, hoping and waiting restlessly for an answer.)

ohh!!! i do love that music selection, in particular rachmaninoff’s prelude—it’s such a daunting piece to me, as most of his works, but perhaps one day i might dare to try my own hand at it?

i’m a trained pianist and amateur soprano in a choir! frankly, i do adore the entire collection of chopin’s nocturnes—though i am particularly fond of the one in b flat minor, the way it interweaves haunting, sorrowful melodies with clearings of apprehensive hope. alternatively, clayderman’s ballade pour adeline is exquisitely dear to me too, like a sentimental keepsake. following the themes of romanticism that speak to my heart most ardently, i must mention debussy’s rêverie as well. what a talent he was.

— 🫀

my, is that so ? well, i shall indulge you and answer this ask of yours as well my darling doll

a soprano ? you must sing marvelously well, how charming. what are some pieces your choir has interpreted ? if we are to speak of claude debussy i must put forward his arabesques which are so beautiful. i must also tell you i adore maurice ravel, for example his jeux d'eau which is so ethereal

you seem to be a romantic at heart, my dear. is that correct ? if yes, do you see the romanticism of my writings ?

[skyblueyboo]

Knowing that a writer on wattpad wants to make carl and woozie's relationship look like jinx's makes me mad.

I mean... You know woozie is going to tell cj to go fuck himself if he dares to treat him badly AND EVEN BE ABLE TO KILL HIM IF CARL TRIES TO RAPE HIM????

Seriously, didn't you see the cinematics about how woozie would get angry, the insulting dialogues and the threats? He would be able to set you on fire, rob you, murder you or anything if you dare to do anything to him.

So cj would already be dead if he tries to do anything to you without your consent.

besides that, woozie would be pretty disappointed in cj if he does that. (and there's a dialogue where woozie says "cj, you disappoint me" if carl hits him).

in canon, the two's friendship has more dynamics than cj's 6 girlfriends, it's pretty healthy and they both care about each other.

By wanting to make their relationship more questionable as cute, you make me understand that you are a nutcase who only forgive rapists for being cute.

Cj wouldn't be able to do that to woozie, his sister kendl gets harassment from tenpenny and polaski

he knows how horrible it is to be stalked because of her experience.

Summary: Eliminate jinx and other manga that romanticize toxic relationships. the fans of those manga are the same ones who complain if a movie does the same thing but with a straight couple.

[amarriageoftrueminds]

I can think of an MCU character who is a stalker according to these criteria, and it's not portrayed as manic or unbalanced, but like when a man does it and 'gets the girl' and it's romanticized.

You've got:

(*on things vid didn't mention)

Watching Stalk-ee from a distance when they've never spoken.

Not respecting Stalk-ee's personal space (especially creepy as it was the actor's improv! 😥).

Turning up at Stalk-ee's work uninvited/hitting on and/or fixating on Stalk-ee at work (to the point of Stalker being told off by their boss).

Turning up at places Stalk-ee is socialising uninvited, using an excuse for why they're there.

*Intercepting contact between Stalk-ee and others to draw attention/make Stalk-ee talk to/about Stalker instead, even when lives are in danger -- more than once! (not one of this vid's criteria but it fits?)

Following Stalk-ee / insisting on being included in what Stalk-ee is doing -- even tho Stalker doesn't like what they're doing/disagrees with it -- and Stalker's input on said activity is ignored/irrelevant to Stalk-ee.

Monitoring Stalk-ee and getting angry and confronting Stalk-ee about it when the monitoring is interfered with/Stalk-ee doesn't contact them.

Pulling the Elaborate Ambush/Grand Gesture/Manipulative Public Spectacle Ploy, to ask Stalk-ee out in front of all their friends, believing they are paying Stalk-ee a compliment by doing this (assuming it is welcome and taking Stalk-ee's polite silence/absence of an answer as a 'yes.' Textbook 'if she wasn't interested why did she smile?' behaviour.)

'Not taking no for an answer' in the form of 'just assuming Stalk-ee wants them/not considering that 'no' even could be an answer.'

Becoming physically violent / abusive and insulting Stalk-ee when the Manipulative Public Spectacle ploy fails.

Trying to publicly shame Stalk-ee with said violence when they express interest in someone else -- even tho Stalk-ee never said they were interested in Stalker in the first place, they're not dating. And being smug and quippy about Stalk-ee's resulting fear of them. (Classic controlling Gaston-style 'you're a stupid slut/prude anyway' / 'how dare you want someone else besides me??' post-rejection behaviour. This is more 'horror movie' than 'romance movie' trope -- but in the film they played it straight, as if it was fine!)

Taking Stalk-ee's capitulation after that violence👆 as acceptance of Stalker's advances (again, women in movies are taken to have said yes simply because they haven't said no; male stalkers get this response when they have been relentless enough to 'earn' the girl. In another appearance Stalker said they had 'earned' their happy ending -- meaning, with Stalkee.)

Taking a candid image of Stalk-ee, taken without Stalk-ee's knowledge / that Stalk-ee didn't give them (another non-criteria from the vid; interestingly, both parties do this, but Stalk-ee is doing this with a staged / voluntarily-taken image of Stalker, after Stalker has been violently abusive at Stalk-ee's lack of prior reciprocity. 😬)

*Talking about themselves and Stalk-ee to others/the public as if they were in a romantic relationship (when they only spoke a dozen times & never dated, and despite Stalker being married to someone else for years by this point!)

And all this👆 after Stalk-ee explicitly told Stalker that they found the opposite sex terrifying, romance doesn't matter to them, they weren't looking to date currently, and that they wanted to wait and not date anyone, period, until they found the right person… which they said after they had already met Stalker. 😵

The narrative continues to frame this as 'love' and two-sided… even though they never dated, only met a handful of times, and one of them (as the vid mentioned!) develops dementia!

(In their own tv show, Stalker also did that Crazy Ex Girlfriend example from the vid -- to another, different Stalk-ee -- and moved across the Continent to be where ex was living. They had recently dumped Stalker and moved on to someone else… whom Stalker, of course, contrived to meet and show off to.)

Despite all this and much worse behaviour, Stalker character is venerated to a baffling extent, given multiple tv shows of their own, and held up as some kind of paragon.

And this is a female character in the MCU!

ps. end of this meta details how many boxes she would tick in an 'are you in an abusive relationship?' checklist, and it's... more than a few. 😬

[white-poppie]

Tokyo Revengers Yandere lovers

NOTE: I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT PROMOTE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR. It is impractical scary and even gross. Violation of someone’s personal space/ life is not being romanticized in this post. Rather it is JUST A FICTIONAL TROUPE WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ) || MASTERLIST

MANIPULATIVE (操作)

Will manipulate you into thinking, that what they are doing is best for you. They will play with your mind until you are completely dependent on them.

Mikey, Kisaki, Mitsuya, Draken, Kokonoi, Rindou Haitani, Hanma, Takeomi, Naoto

DELUSIONAL (妄想)

You love them, right? RIGHT? They think your tantrums and escape methods will stop. You love them and they love you. A perfect little family.

Kazutora, Chifuyu, Sanzu, Takemitchi, Hakkai, Souya (angry)

VIOLENT (暴力的)

Come on Darling, you knew better not to break the rules. They will break you until you are screaming and crying for mercy. Later they would patch you up and tell you that none of this would have happened if you didn’t disobey them.

Hanma, Ran, Taiju, Kisaki, Sanzu, Mikey, Baji, Senju, Nahoya (smiley)

SADISTIC (サディスティック)

Another form of the violent type, not necessarily very cruel, but they find it ‘amusing’ to see you in pain. You are crying? How cute. Practically begging them to leave you alone? So so so pretty.

Hanma, Ran, Sanzu, Baji, Takeomi, Nahoya (smiley)

PAMPERING (甘やかす)

Perhaps the best of all Yanderes. They know that they have caused turbulence in your life, hence they are a bit kinder. They would spoil you into loving them, muttering love onto your glistening skin, loving you until you are mewling for them. They are truly the best.

Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Izana, Kakuchou, Kokonoi, Inui, Hakkai, Hinata, Senju, Souya (Angry), Naoto

STALKER (ストーカー)

They know every single thing about you. They will stalk the routes you follow and keep information about the people close to you. Break into your house, and steal your belongings for their little collection. They have little photos of you, you studying, in school, with your friends, hell even when you are undressing. It's lewd and morally wrong, but they can't stop themselves. They are truly infatuated with you.

Kazutora, Baji, Pehyan, Takemitchi, Nahoya (Smiley)

TSUNDERE (ツンデレ)

You never know what’s going on in their mind. They can be nice and sweet to you and an absolute nightmare for others. They may appear scary and terrifying, but wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you. They love you, but it may take some time for them to realize it.

Draken, Kakuchou, Izana, Hakkai, Senju, Takeomi, Baji, Souya (Angry), Naoto

KILLER (殺人者)

Oh, the most feared of them all. Is that person trying to get too close to their darling? Kill them. Is that person dear to their darling? No! Only they can be the person their darling loves. Kill them.

Mikey, Hanma, Kisaki, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu

SHINJU (心中)

He is a sinner, he knows. He has attended too many funerals for one lifetime. He thinks he must be cursed, people die at his hands, they instead of him and even for him. Tears streaming down his face, he knows that an angel like you would end up in heaven, but he would rot in the filthiest depths of hell, once again away from you. He won't be attending funerals anymore, he would be paying for all the atrocities he has committed, including snatching the light in your eyes and replacing them with the same dullness of his. He would gently hold you in his arms, caressing your hair, kissing your forehead and telling you not to be scared or open your eyes; all of it would be over soon. Maybe in another life? After all, what is a Shinju, if not everlastingly devastating?

Mikey (Sano Manjirou)

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A/N: I am so disappointed in myself, I had promised I won't write Yandere stuff anymore, yet here we are.

[ninetails-tales]

Nerium | Yandere! Taehyung

"I could start fires with what I feel for you"- Fires,David Ramirez

Pairings:- Yandere!God Taehyung x female reader

Warnings⚠️:-Voyeurism,stalking,creepy behaviour,delusional behaviour,sexism, slut-shaming,(MC's job is not specified but there are implications of prostitution),talks of faith,made up religion stuff,taehyung sounds like an asshole but is also a simp,smut,oral sex (male receiving),dick riding,lowkey dom reader,kidnapping,yandere themes (let me know me if I missed anything)

Disclaimer:- I do not romanticize or condone any of this acts,The characters and scenarios mentioned,are solely fiction and for entertainment.

(A/N):- lmao I don't know what the hell did I just write😭,sorry for any mistakes,English is not my first language,Feedback would greatly be appreciated,I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading~

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There she goes,there she goes again,wearing that sorry excuse of a dress that barely covered her chest.

You could clearly see everything even from up above in the skies. Well that was an exaggeration. Only Lord Taehyung,the ruler of heavens and the skies could see everything happening down there,he had too,it was his job to look down and make sure everything was working well.

So he looks more and sees- Ah!!!! Now she bent down!! The nerve of this women! You practically wanted to be looked at!!

Pretty sure there were other ways one could wash their clothes! Taehyung scoffed. Bending down and showing everyone your cleavage wasn't necessary.

Taehyung watched as the splashes of the river's water would hit the thin garment you were wearing,making it wet and transparent,leaving nothing to the imagination.

Taehyung suddenly felt a fiery heat on his body,Images of you,doing unspeakable actions flashed his mind,he quickly brushed those thoughts off,those were his que to stop watching you,it was wrong for him,this divine being to have any sorts of feelings towards a mortal being.

It had started of,as a way to get pretty revenge from you,taehyung knew two kinds of humans. The one which believed in his existence and the one who didn't. The ones who were complete devotees and worshipped him all day and the ones who did it out of respect for the ones who worship him with all their heart.

And you, you did believe in his existence but you didn't like him,you disliked the Idea of his godly being greatly.

And what infuriated Taehyung even more,that there was absolutely no reason on why you disliked him,no personal feelings at all,you just simply disliked him.

Did taehyung take offence? Yes he did and he tells himself,he wouldn't have,if you had a reason,an explanation and if you blatantly didn't make it obvious.

So Taehyung came to the conclusion that you do what you do,was to get his attention. It made sense to him,after all you had no friends in your village,for some odd reason,the villagers thought you were some witch!

You had to be,you were single,an orphan and you weren't even a devotee! And the company you did keep,were some shady looking city men,who would visit your home,late at night.

You poor thing were lonely after all,no one talked to you in the village,and the men who would visit you occasionally has also stopped,by Taehyung's doing.

Of course he did to spite you and not because he was jealous of the way those men got to he with you.

No of course Taehyung had no feelings for you,no matter how much he wanted to feel your smooth skin on him as he would watch you take your bath or how he would have the urge to hold you close as he would watch you sleep alone in your bed.

Sometimes you weren't alone,there would be other people,other men,who would dare to sleep next to you,got to touch you at places,Taehyung felt like only he should have a right to.

He made sure those men suffered miserably,He knew those men deserved it but it was still a irrational and reckless thing of him to do. He,who was always calm and rational,had almost burned down an entire city in a fit of rage,when he realized one of the men who you were seeing lived in the city.

Taehyung had no one else to blame but you, you had made him like this, you with your Enticing smirks and sultry ways. Taehyung had had enough,he was not going to let you taunt him anymore,he won't let thoughts of you haunt his body and mind anymore,he is your god,whether you like it or not and it was bound time you gave him some attention respect. ----------------------------------------------

You walked your way through the market,paying no mind to the stares or people talking behind your back. You were used to it now and you really couldn't care less about it. You were unfortunate enough to be born in this village and then your parents had to die.

This was the only place you knew so you couldn't just leave. You had your home here and your parent's memories and that's all you needed for now.

And money of course,your regular customers had stopped their visit for some reason or another,actually you didn't seem to have any customers by this past weeks. If no one visited you soon,your savings were going to be over.

You start walking faster as you see the river coming close,the sky was turning a beautiful shade of purple.

You don't know what strong madness took over you,but you needed to wet your feet by the river and listen the sounds of the woods nearby. No matter the worries you had,the river had always made you feel content.

You finally reach and sit down,stretching your legs. Even though the walk from your house and The river wasn't far,today you had tired yourself earlier by doing your house chores.

You let out a blissful sign as you feel the cold water in your feet. Summer was coming,the days were getting hotter and the nights were even hotter.

You blamed this on the local god of sun and the skies or whatever,you don't know why you dislike him so much,maybe you just liked blaming him for all the misfortunes you've faced in your life. It made you feel a bit better.

You hear some rustling of leaves behind you,you are not scared,animals here,near the river were common,you hear some more rustling and you don't pay attention until you hear The sounds of footsteps approaching,you stand up and you don't know what you were expecting as you turned around to look,but a man somewhere around your age was not it.

Night had fallen,it was completely dark except for the moonlight,you could not see his face properly but from what you could see,he did not look a bit surprised or shocked to find you,a stranger here, as you were finding him. It almost felt like he knew the fact you would be here.

You didn't care though,all you could think about was,how he could be your customer tonight,he wasn't from this village you knew for sure,you hoped he was from the city,city men rarely came here this days and city men were loaded.

Busy in your thoughts,you don't notice him take a step forward,towards your figure. It's his voice that Finally breaks your chain of thoughts and make you look at him.

"My,excuse me for asking,but why is a young maiden like you is wandering here alone at night?" He spoke,you can almost feel the amused smile on his face.

You take a step towards him,and look at his face,oh Weren't you just lucky? He looked so good! This is going to be easy for you.

"Who knows,maybe I was waiting for a handsome stranger like you, sir" you answer him,with your famous smirk.

He let's out a laugh. Almost a knowing laugh. He stops and stares at you again,eyes so intense,you wanted to look away but that would ruin your game.

He didn't seem to speak Anymore,so you talk and break the silence instead.

"Tell me sir,why are you wandering here?" You ask,your voice must have broke him from some daze as he exhales a breath.

"My carriage's wheel has broken,just outside here,and I don't think there's a way for it to be fixed until morning,so I decided to stay the night here but all the inns are closed"

So you were right,he was from the city,but weirdly enough,you were here for a while and you didn't hear any noise of a carriage pulling up.

"I came here to see,if I could camp here maybe..." his voice continued,this was your chance now.

"Oh no sir,you can't sleep here,it is quite late and dangerous,perhaps if you want,you could accompany me to my quarters and stay there for the night?,I have food,a bed and well..me.." you lick your lips at the last part,and with glad,you notice his gaze following the moment of your tongue.

His gaze meets yours,as he replies,

"Really? That would be delightful if you don't mind" he was looking at you expectantly now,as if you'll change your offer.

You smile at him,with a hint of victory,you got him.

"Of course I don't mind,please follow me,this way"

You walk ahead of him,making sure to sway your hips once in a while. You can feel his eyes behind your back.

It's only till you are inside your home,that you realize you never asked for his name and didn't gave your's either. It didn't matter much,you would get to know eventually.

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Taehyung looked around your house,as if he didn't know every corner of it already. Well watching from a distance and actually being here was a whole different experience. The entrie house smelled like you. Surrounded by your scent was sending shivers of Joy on taehyung's body.

He really couldn't believe his luck,when he took his human form,his godly powers became less, so he no longer could track you. That's why the first place he went to look after you,was your favourite spot by the river,and he did found you,like you almost you knew he was gonna be nearby,as if you were meant to be with him.

Taehyung forgot about all and any ill feelings he held for you,and what he wanted to do to you,the reason he came here- as soon as he saw your face upclose,all his thoughts were consumed entirely by you,your playful eyes,your intoxicating lips,and your breathtaking body....

Your voice brought him back to reality,oh how much he loved your voice,so sweet yet with a hint of danger,he wanted to personally Thank The god who created you.

"Please make yourself comfortable,the bedroom is that way" you said,motioning him towards the door to your bedroom.

Taehyung hesitated,your bedroom...,The place where he would watch you sleeping and doing other things....multiple times.

How would he control himself there? Why were you tempting him so much?

He entered your room anyway,you would think it was weird if he didn't,making sure you were busy doing whatever you were doing. He carefully climbed on your bed and took your scent in,what has he become? His past self would be laughing at him for acting so pathetic.

Taehyung heard your footsteps and quickly got up and took a seat instead. He heard you enter but didn't look at you as his face was red from what he did earlier.

He finally looked up,when you closed the door to your room.

There you go,there you go again,you had changed into your nightgown,barely till your thighs,sleeveless and sheer.

Taehyung's feet walked themselves towards you,he was no longer in control of his body,all he saw and thought was you.

Before even he could think or you could think,taehyung pinned you to the wall and kissed you hungrily,his kiss was so desperate as if he was afraid you'll disappear.

His hands roamed all over your body,your hand gripped his hair making taehyung let out a moan between the kissing.

You pull away first,breathless,taehyung whines at the loss of your lips and rests his forehead against yours,you look up at him and smile.

"I'm afraid sir-" you begun to say when he cuts you off.

"Taehyung,call me Taehyung please" he breathes out.

You had to laugh at that.

"Taehyung? You mean after the god,lord taehyung?"

Taehyung chuckled,you were so cute.

"Why? What's wrong with taehyung?" He asked.

"Nothing,I just really don't like him." you said and smirked,pushing him towards your bed and make him sit.

Taehyung tries to pull you closer to him and tugs at your clothes,you brush his hands away to his shock,you get down on your knees and lean forward.

Taehyung had turned into a statue,he was breathing heavily as he watches you spreading his legs apart and working on opening his pants,his hard dick sprang out,he thought he would come alone with just the feeling of your breath near his cock.

He couldn't wait but you weren't doing anything,you were just looking at him,you smile that beautiful smile again,which looked innocent but wasn't.

"I'm afraid I come with a price taehyung" you say sensually,holding his shaft in your both hands.

Taehyung moaned,both at the feeling of your hand and the way you said his name.

He would give you absolutely everything and anything your heart desired,he would give you his throne,the entire universe,if you just said his name so lovingly.

He cupped your cheek and said sincerely and seriously, "Anything you want my love,anything."

"Then let me take care of you." you grinned and finally licked his tip,before taking him all in your mouth and sucking.

Taehyung wanted to keep looking at you,your eyes,your chest which was on full display in front of him,but he couldn't help but lean his head back as groans of pleasure left his lips,at the feeling of your mouth around him. He finally understood the meaning of as humans would say 'feeling like heaven'.

He looked in your eyes just to find you staring right back at him,and he came.

You swallow and let go of his dick,getting up.

"No" taehyung thought,it can't be over yet,he wanted to feel more of you,wanted to touch more of you and to his surprise and happiness,you removed his pants completely and pushed him on the bed,having him lie down,he groaned knowing you wanted him too,you weren't done with him.

You sit on top of him and try to remove his shirt,which he helps you with and then to his ecstasy,your hands finally go down to remove your garment.

His joy must have shown in his face,because you laugh and wink at him,discarding your nightgown fully.

You were completely bare,taehyung couldn't believe your beauty,you start moving your hips,your eyes closed,both of you moan at the sensation.

Taehyung gripped your hips,you looked so pretty,on top of him,getting off on him,your breasts bouncing as you moved faster,chasing your high.

Taehyung couldn't resist anymore,he got up from his lying position,now sitting with you falling on his lap,he latched his mouth on one of your buds,massaging the other.

Your moaning was a melody to him,he always wants to hear it,only he,The thought of other people seeing you like this,filled him with rage,only he could see you like this,you were only his,he would end all humanity to make sure of that.

Taehyung kissed your lips to calm himself down,he didn't wanted to accidentally slip into his godly powers,he then begun kissing down your neck,you moaned his name as you both came.

You collapsed on top of his chest,the day's exhaustion finally coming to you,as you fell asleep instantly,taehyung wrapped you in his arms,he was smiling widely,he loved you,he loved you so much,you were going to be his queen,his goddess,you were his now,only his,he'll have to turn you into god in order to marry you and then nothing will come between you and him,he held you closer and just enjoyed this moment of you in his arms.

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Taehyung woke up without the feeling of you in his arms,fearing that everything that happened was just his imagination,he set up and let out a sign of relief,he was still in your bedroom,he quickly got dressed and went to find you.

You were in your kitchen,making breakfast he assumed. He already missed your touch,he went to hug you from behind.

You tense under his hold,he notices with a frown,maybe you were feeling cold? Taehyung thought,his hold getting tighter to give you his warmth.

"Good morning My love" he whispered lightly,licking your earlobe after. Taehyung tried to control his desires to make love to you again. Slightest contact with you had him lose all sane

Meanwhile you shuddered uncomfortably at the feeling of his hot tongue,you Weren't expecting that from him,he was starting to creep you out honestly,first you woke with you still sleeping on top him,why didn't he leave already? It wasn't as if some of your customers didn't wait till morning,but they wouldn't act like this.

You push him away and walk away to maintain some distance from him and relpy without looking at him.

"Um..yeah..good morning" Taehyung was getting really annoyed by you pushing him away. Why were you being so cold to him now? Your king? Your god?

He went to grab your hand but you moved away,pretending not to notice,he growled at your actions,why were you denying your touch to him now?

You were getting scared of this man now,so you ask him "um...so..when are you leaving? You should hurry since you have to fix your carriage." you didn't care about your payment anymore,you just wanted him out.

Taehyung didn't understand why you wanted him gone. He was finally here with you,to love you,to take you away from this disgusting humans who dared disrespect their goddess.

Ah! You must be shy! You actually wanted to come with him,that's why you asked about his carriage! Aww his darling was so adorable,no worries,taehyung understands you well.

He smiled and replied to you "just now actually." And to his giddiness,you smile back at him.

You follow him till your door,and open it for him,he realizes you don't make any movement to follow him out.

He asks,confused "aren't you coming with me?"

You look at him back,lost and then it hits you,"oh...for my payment?" You ask questionably.

"Yes,all my stuff is in the carriage" he confirms,of course taehyung didn't forget his words to you last night,once you were at his palace with him,he'll shower you with all the gifts this world and the heavens had to offer.

"Yes I understand,just give me a moment to lock my house" he waits for you as you lock your door and then you both start walking together.

You didn't see his carriage last night,but you assumed it was probably somewhere not far from the river.it was still very early in moring,the sun wasn't fully out yet,the village was still sleeping.

You stopped in your pace,as you and taehyung neared the edge of the forest,you didn't feel right being alone with taehyung inside the woods.he was still a stranger and acted even more strangely than other people you know.

Taehyung halted next to you and gave you questioning stare.

"How much more far is it?" You asked him uneasily.

"Oh just a little further,just behind those trees" he pointed his fingers at their direction.

You nodded and you both started walking again. You were inside the forest now,completely hidden from the village or anyone walking by the road.

Taehyung stopped in his tracks,"we are here." he said.

You look around yourself and find no carriage.

"Umm..where is it?" You ask taehyung nervously,as soon as your words left your mouth,A bright gold light blinded your sight,your hands go up to your face,to cover your eyes,after seconds you move your hands away and open your eyes.

You scream,you were no longer on the ground,you were in a the skies,in a bright gold chariot.

"Shh it's okay my love,I'm here." You feel taehyung pulling you in his embrace.

You start crying,not understanding what was happening? What is going on? Was this some dream? Please let this be some bad dream,you wished desperately.

"Why are you crying darling? Lord taehyung is here to take care of you,you don't have to worry about anything now." He says and spins you around,so you both are face to face.

You gasp in horror,as you look at him,taehyung's entire body was glowing a gold colour,A crown which you had seen many times on paintings and statues was floating just above his head,glowing in the same gold light.

"No....no way"  you think,this couldn't be,how could this be possible.

Taehyung smiles at you as he watches your face turning into one of a realisation,you finally understood,you start crying more and try to push him away from you.

"Tsk tsk" taehyung tsked,he wouldn't tolerate you pushing him away anymore. He didn't wanted to use his divine powers on you but he would if he had to.

"Now now,stop moving sweetheart." he commands,and to your fear,your body stops automatically and taehyung holds you closer.

He grins at how your human body was made to obey his orders,and pecks your forehead,your body still rooted at the spot.

Taehyung cups your cheek from one hand,keeping the other hand on your waist and meets your eyes,his eyes filled with love,desire and something cruel as well.

"I love you so much and you belong to me now,aren't you happy? Didn't you want this? You won't be lonely anymore darling,I'm here to save you,you called for me,see isn't it sweet?" Taehyung finishes and crashes his lips to yours as tears well up in your eyes.

No one ever saw you after that morning,and no one cared enough to look after you either,your house was locked,the villagers thought you left for good,No one knew and who would believe that you were taken by their very own beloved god himself?

(Adding that line from pied piper just felt right,do send me asks about how you like and feel about this yandere Taehyung! Thank you for reading~)

[rere-the-writer]

Can request a Elijah x reader where he is dating reader and it is really serious like they are engaged serious, and Hayley is jealous of reader. So when the Strix kidnapped both Jackson and Reader making Hayley choose and she chooses to save Jackson and reader is almost killed but Josh saves reader last minute.

Yeah my requests are open. Now normally I love Hayley but this got my angst juices pumping.

Title- I could have lost her.

Warnings: Angst, a every angry Elijah, some fluff in the end,

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Hayley watched Elijah with you, a human woman that somehow won the noble vampire's heart, the female hybrid was jealous....every jealous because you got to see everything about Elijah even a look behind the red door and you still stayed with him. When Elijah came home to say he was engaged to you was surprising to Hayley and right away Klaus, the little shit, threw a ball to celebrate.

"How about we do lilies instead?" You ask ing Elijah who looked from his book and seeing the wedding planner in your lap seeing the flowers you were looking at.

"Baby, I'm happy with whatever you choose for the last time but yes the lilies are nicer."

"Elijah, but I wanna know what you want." You tell Elijah whining a bit as he chuckled leaning towards you kissing you softly. You stopped blushing brightly as Elijah smirked moving his book from his lap and patted his thigh as a silent way to tell you to climbed into his lap.

"Elijah, have you seen Klaus?" Hayley asked finally making herself known as Elijah looked over at Hayley smiling.

"In his studio, Hope is asleep in her bedroom." Elijah answered Hayley as he placed kisses on your neck making you giggle stopping him.

"Have you set a date?" Rebekah asked walking placing bags down and Hayley saw what was in them. In the bags was plates and center pieces as you smiled brightly.

"Yes! December 16th." You tell Rebekah excitedly as Elijah knew you wanted a winter wedding due to all the romantic Christmas movies you watched that romanticize winter weddings.

"Oh a winter wedding."

"Yes oh! I need to go see Kali for my fitting." You said getting up as Elijah smiled seeing you so happy.

"Of course. See you at dinner baby?"

"Yes, if she doesn't keep too late. I'll see you then my love." You tell Elijah pecking his lips then leaving.

"I wasn't aware my Sire was getting married." You heard a voice say as you woke seeing a suited man looking though your wedding planner. You looked seeing Jackson tied to a chair hurt and then saw a black woman next to the suited man as you realized they were Aya and Tristan.

"Aya we should send Elijah a gift." Tristan says standing up walking over to you gripping your chin.

"What a cute thing you are. Better hope Hayley makes the right choice."

Elijah was pacing worried when you didn't come home yet and Hayley had came over telling them Jackson was missing. Hayley hadn't told the family that the Strix had contact her as Rebekah rubbed Elijah's shoulders when he sat down.

"Don't worry Elijah we'll find her."

You were weak and bleeding as Tristan would feed from you but not heal you and tried to get you to tell the Mikaelson's secrets. The door open when you saw Tristan was walking in inside with Hayley following behind.

"Choose one. Jackson or Y/N." Tristan said smirked as Hayley looked at you then at Jackson. Hayley knew Elijah would be angry with her but she didn't care as all she saw you as just a human and Elijah would have an eternity to get over you.

"Jackson....I choose Jackson. She is only human." Hayley said as Tristan smirked darkly as Aya grabbed a passed out Jackson handing him over to Hayley leaving you with psychotic vampire.

Elijah was beyond angry as he threw a table making Rebekah jump watching Elijah throw things and yell. When Hayley came back with Jackson and informed them what happen how she chosen to save Jackson over you. Elijah saw red when Hayley said Jackson wouldn't survive the Strix making Klaus and Rebekah rush to stop Elijah from tearing the female hybrid's heart out.

"How dare she! She should have told us right when she knew!" Elijah shouted throwing a chair as Freya teared up seeing her little brother hurt. Elijah fell to his knees tears pooling in his eyes as Rebekah and Freya rushed to his side.

"Hayley broke me.....how could she." Elijah whispered holding onto Rebekah whose heart broke for Elijah and Freya hugged him from behind.

"You have hurt Elijah deeper than I could ever have." Klaus tells Hayley pouring a drink as Hayley sat in a chair her head buried in her hands.

"Jackson was more important."

"More important because he is your husband or more important because Y/N has Elijah's heart?" Klaus questioned watching Hayley snapped her head up glaring at the hybrid.

"I wouldn't hurt Elijah like that. I'm sorry for choosing my husband over some human."

"That human was to be Elijah's wife. And for Elijah to pledge his life to another like that? He'll never heal, he'll never be whole again. Most importantly he'll never forgive you, Hayley."

You whimpered in pain when someone hushed you softly shifting your weight as you noticed you were being carried.

"Shhh Y/N. It's me Josh." Josh whispered as you realized he was saving you and going to bring you to Elijah. Josh nearly jumped feeling you buried your face in his neck.

"Elijah would come and get you hisself bug from what Marcel had seen....Elijah thinks you are dead and is broken, not hisself." Josh whispered finally get you out of the Strix's hideout and quickly made his way to the compound. Your heart hurt hearing how Elijah was holding up and passed out feeling tired. When you woke an hour later feeling warm and not in pain as you looked to see you were cleaned and dressed in Elijah's shirt.

"Oh Elijah!" You squeaked out moving to get up only to be pulled back against said vampire's strong chest. You looked seeing Elijah looking at you with tearful eyes and you rolled over hugging the Original.

"Shhhh Eli.... I'm here, I'm home." You cooed softly as Elijah buried his face in your neck. You ran your fingers though his hair much like you would do when Elijah would have nightmares.

"Baby....I could have lost you." Elijah says his voice cracking as he held you closer while you kissed his head. You were hurting to know that Elijah was hurt as you never been this loved before.

"I know but thanks to Joshie....you didn't." You said feeling Elijah smile against your neck relaxing against you.

"Yes I must find someone way to thank Joshua. I hope know I will not allow you out of my sight."

"Going back to stalking me?" You teased Elijah and you let out a squeal when Elijah nipped at your neck.

"I called it watching over you, baby." Elijah said softly falling asleep against you as your fingers were still going though his hair.

"I know. I love you Always and Forever."

"I love you more Always and Forever." Elijah whispered as you both fell asleep happy to in one another's arms again

[versadies]

Hello! Can I request "it's over isn't it" HC or scenario of yandere Childe losing male or gender neutral reader to someone else and tries to get them back?

— WHY CAN’T I MOVE ON?

penpal: ask and you shall receive! happy readings! - ver.

sypnosis: in which childe descents to yandere madness after losing you to someone else. (hc scenario)

prompt: angst | one , in which they lose the other to someone else.

warning/s: spoilers of archon quest chapter 1: act 3 and childe’s story chapter, death, childe being insane and delusional, toxic stuff, gaslighting (?), attempted suicide, ooc!childe

pairing: yandere!childe x reader, zhongli x reader

note: i changed a bit of the storyline just for this story purposes so whatever happened in this story didn’t canon-ly happened, reader is gender neutral, and importantly: i do not romanticize yandere actions!

0:04 | i was fine with the men, who would come into her life now and again

-> childe always had murderous intent on men who’d look at you the way he looks at you. he didn’t do anything about it, though. besides, getting rid of bodies is a haste and it’s immoral of him to kill innocent people just because he’s jealous.

-> childe thought it was just his bloodthirst hitting him whenever he gets jealous over you giving other people attention and starts imagining scenarios of killing the said people over and over again. he shrugged the feeling off thinking it was no big deal.

-> besides, what he has that others don’t have is your attention, your undying love for him. that is enough for the harbinger to believe that no man could ever steal you away from him, not when you love him as much as he to you.

-> then he wondered, what has gotten you so zoned out and flustered?

0:11 | i was fine cause i knew that they didn’t really matter until you.

-> childe was but happy when he found out that the consultant of the wangsheng funeral parlor is starting to court you — you, the person he can only accept as his soulmate and the light of his life.

-> he found out the news on the day when he was supposed to ask you out on a lovely dinner by the pearl gallery. devastated isn’t just what the harbinger was feeling — he was also feeling angry and betrayed. devastated that you’re someone else’s, angry that zhongli of all people stole you away from him, and betrayed that you’d treat him as if you love him and throw him away like a toy.

-> he knew these feelings of his wasn’t normal the moment he choked the life out of a merchant who was just asking a question about you and zhongli.

-> he wonders if you’d still look at him the same if you somehow found out what he did.

-> just seeing you with zhongli made his blood boil, glaring daggers at the consultant. oh how childe wished to kill that look on his face whenever he looks at you. childe thinks that only he is allowed to look at you with lovesick eyes, not zhongli, not anyone else. just childe and childe alone.

-> he hated how zhongli always block your figure from him whenever the harbinger tries to stalk you, it’s as if the consultant is aware that you and him are being watched.

-> childe then concluded that he should get rid of zhongli.

-> instead of trying to go for the kill, childe decided to go for manipulation first. he tried to trick you into thinking that zhongli was a bad man, trick you into thinking the consultant was having an affair— basically everything that zhongli wouldn’t do.

-> the harbinger obviously underestimated you and zhongli’s capability of fixing problems as a couple. every lie childe threw at you, your lover knew how to fix it and prove to you that he hadn’t done such things.

-> what made things worse is zhongli successfully making you no longer talk to childe. how dare he?

-> the man’s heart would break every time you avoid him, and would think; why can’t you look at him anymore? isn’t he your knight and shining armor? your companion? the person you’d turn to when sad? what has zhongli done to you?

-> this is when childe’s obsession peaks.

0:51 | you won, and she chose you, and she loved you, and she’s gone. it’s over isn’t it? why can’t i move on?

-> he’ll try killing zhongli if all of his manipulation goes to waste. whether it’d be food-poisoning him, ambush the consultant who was outside of the harbor doing only celestia knows what, every effort that doesn’t have you seeing him kill. the last thing he wants is you thinking he killed your lover and make matters worse than it already is.

-> however, it always felt like the consultant was one step ahead. every move that childe threw at, zhongli managed to dodge it all. intentionally or unintentionally, childe will never know.

-> it irritated him to no end. why the hell is he not dying?!

-> he’ll see this as a game. a dirty game that childe cannot afford to lose. you are the grand prize and zhongli is his obstacle that is preventing the harbinger from getting to you.

-> if childe had the chance to strangle the consultant, he would take it. anything that can make you stop looking at the harbinger as if childe is your enemy — an opponent you despise.

-> he then wondered, has zhongli finally told you of the sins the harbinger committed?

-> he’s pretty envious of the consultant, he’ll admit. every time he sees you with zhongli, he often dreamt of what could’ve been as images of killing zhongli washes his mind away, replacing images of you and zhongli into you and him together.

-> as he continues to dream of you being his, childe’s eyes darken at the thought of achieving his dream to kill.

-> it seems that the tsaritsa has heard his wishes, for the day of when he finally sees zhongli crumbling came. zhongli wasn’t the only one who crumbled.

1:05 | war and glory, reinvention. fusion, freedom, her attention. out in daylight, my potential — bold, precise, experimental.

-> as soon as he received a letter from the tsaritsa herself that his mission in liyue will come to an end once he steals the gnosis from rex lapis, who is disguised as a human that goes by zhongli - the man is excited.

-> his plan was already coming together. all he needs to do is lure the traveler to the golden house, defeat aether, and then summon osial to make zhongli reveal himself to the harbinger with no one stopping him.

-> what he didn’t plan was for you to be by the seas and got affected from osial’s wrath.

-> as soon as he came back to the northland bank with the gnosis - he heard the news of your death.

-> “you didn’t hear, childe?” la signora asked, staring at the gnosis of rex lapis that she grabbed from childe. “your precious y/n died by the seas when you summoned osial.”

-> childe stares at the lady in disbelief. “y/n... is dead? because of me?”

-> the woman ignored his question, keeping the gnosis away and looks at childe. “the tsaritsa expects you to be back by next week, she’d like to talk about your reward for getting rex lapis’s gnosis.” she explains before walking away, leaving the harbinger alone.

-> by the docks of the harbor was an injured zhongli, who was holding onto your corpse as the crowd watches the consultant in pity and grief.

1:18 | who am i now in this world without her? petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her.

-> he tried to kill himself the day after the announcement of your death, only to be stopped when he found out his little brother, the only other person that mattered other than you and his family, was in liyue looking for his precious brother. he realized he was too blinded about your death that he forgot that he has a family waiting for him.

-> he really wanted to thank aether and paimon for deciding to take care of teucer, he didn’t know how long he would last before breaking down in front of his brother if he mentions your name again.

-> childe had to prevent himself from breaking down when teucer asked where you were.

-> the whole week, childe watched zhongli prepare your funeral while secretly funding it. he ignored the glares from citizens as he walks around the harbor, not caring what they think. all he can think of was how your blood is on his hands, how it was his foolishness that caused you to die so early.

-> to distract himself from the pain of your death, he decided to hunt down monsters all around the nation and kill. however, no amount of bloodshed could distract the man enough. all he could think of was how you must’ve suffered a lot as the seas washed you away to death’s arms.

-> the day of your funeral came.

-> childe decided to stand far away from where the funeral is, knowing that he wasn’t welcomed to grief near you and your peers. he didn’t mind how zhongli gave him one glance of anger before ex-archon continue to grief beside your coffin.

-> childe knew your death is his punishment for the sins he committed to try to make you his. he wished he could turn back in time to stop himself from summoning osial. it doesn’t matter if you still have to be with zhongli — as long as you live and breathe, then the harbinger would be satisfied.

-> he would rather lose you to someone else than losing you from death.

-> it felt like the world was monotone without you.

2:00 | it’s over, isn’t it? why can’t i move on?

facts

note: i’m going to start adding facts in each hc that is a part of this prompt event (self-indulgent purposes)

hu tao was the one who found out about childe telling you lies of zhongli being bad and told zhongli about it.

zhongli wasn’t the reason why you started to avoid childe. you made yourself avoid him because you’re starting to be aware of how bad the man is.

childe constantly leaves you gifts by your doorstep with letters of him asking you why you’re avoiding him.

[manbasgiri]

Hi, if it’s ok with you I would like yandere headcanons of yamanbagiri Kunihiro, sanchoumou and buzen gou? The three are my favorite sword and I’m really curious on how they would act. If you can’t write for the other two just manba would be great too.

Manba Yandere.

notes. okaay, I only did it with manba sorry for sanchoumou and buzen :( (don't romanticize this shit pls)

reader. gn!saniwa.

word count. 256

warning. stalker.

he's been stalking you around the citadel, you've noticed, but at first you'll think it's just healthy admiration.

when he's not your secretary, you can be sure he'll look weirdly at the touken danshi secretary, as if he's threatening him that if he touches you, Yamanbagiri won't let him breathe.

when he sees another danshi touken touching you he waits until the right time to take revenge, in this case the night when everyone is sleeping and manba can be more subtle.

while the so innocent and carefree touken danshi who was his secretary was sleeping, Yamanbagiri takes one of the kitchen knives and starts to pass through the individual's body, leaving light scratches, he doesn't want him to die now, manba prefers he sees you two together and corrode from the inside out.

when he is alone with you on the other hand, he is affectionate, before kiwame he wouldn't dare come close to your body, he just admire you from a distance.

after kiwame he will beg for your touch, he wants to be yours alone and for you to be his alone.

when you are in more intimate moments he makes a point of leaving several marks in places that cannot be covered by your clothes, so he shows a little bit of his possessiveness.

Yamanbagiri likes when you use your fingernails to leave fine marks on his back and chest, especially after kiwame, he will like to leave those marks exposed as a symbol of what you have done and your relationship.

[nuggetpool-hi]

Listen. Ok so like- my first full experience with the Phantom was the MazM game and god DAMN she's stupid at first literally does everything in her power to piss Erik off and put everyone in danger. Raoul is a piece of shit too he's just as bad as Erik if not WORSE because they romanticize his toxic behavior while they demonize Erik's like they both stalk her and force to love only them and like??? The fuck Christine girl GET OUT OF THERE.

She def grew on me after the 4th time I played it but damn she pissed me off so much i straight up deleted ir because I could NOT....then reinstalled because well I was curious

I GOT BEEF WITH THE OTHER CHRISTINES TOO!! like the one in the 1990 series has a super gentle Erik yes? He puts the boundary of the mask, she keeps pressing on it FORCING HIM, gives a stupid ass speach just to kinda manipulate him AND THEN HE!! LITETAL TEARS IN HIS EYES SHAKING OF HOW SCARED HE IS!! TAKES OF HER MASK AND SHE JUST FAINTS LIKE GIRL YOU CANNOT GO ON A RANT ABOUT HOW "If your mother held you in your arms and still could love you and your face I will too" AND THEN FAINT!! DRANATIC ASS YOU GRR HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU

Then others like in the 2000...? 2004??? Movie shes so funny like she's thirsting so bad for Erik but when Raoul appears she's like "oh right he's my love oopsie I DONT LOVE YOU ERIK AHAHA"

And idk not all Christine are bad but ive seen enough bad ones to generally dislike her until proven otherwise idk bahahha

Raoul I either dont care about or hate, no im between

Erik I love... I made... bunch of fanart of him lemme span real quick bahah also self insert bc I'm cringe and free that man deserves to be loved

He was my fixation before I went to see deadpool lmao hi

Omg... poolverine Phantom of the Opera AU....

HELLO DO YOU LIVE IN MY HEAD

i'm literally doing a poolverine redraw of the falsettos playbill rn omg (and kay @/weedwilson is doing wicked) BUT ANYWAY ANYWAY no you are so right bc LET ME COOK!!!

like the entire premise is that erik (the phantom in the book) grew up shunned and was literally a subject of a human zoo all because he was born disfigured. and he was outcast to the point where he had to live in the shadows and not show his face so everyone either thought he was a ghost or a monster. but he's just HUMAN and he craves human connection and a muse and he just wants to be LOVEDDDDD and christine was the only person who saw him but even then half of that was pity. and like fine if you include the sequel love never dies she does truly love him but just from the book/musical she leaves for something better and it's SO SAD

but yeah i've been sitting on this... i could write a fic but i've also had a vision of drawing them in this scene specifically (wanted to do one for good omens too but never got around to finishing it)

but also i've been wanting to draw wade in this masquerade outfit too just because it's gorgeous and always catches my eye

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜: 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, encouraging, justifying, promoting nor romanticizing yandere behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Mentions of toxic relationships, stalking, murder, kidnapping, torture, mental manipulation, use of LSD, physical violence, mind breaking, sexual scenes and other yandere behavior. Read at your own discretion.

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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙳.𝙾.𝙱: 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟽𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟾

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝟷𝟽𝟸 𝙲𝙼/ 𝟻'𝟾 𝙵𝚃.

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: ■■■■□80%

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: ■■■■■100%

𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: ■■■■□90%

𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜:

𝙴𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢/𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 .

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 '𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝' 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

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He was a lost and wandering soul when it happened.

It wasn't that he was depressed or unsatisfied with his life.

But for the longest time he felt....empty.

As if he was carrying a void that couldn't be filled.

Not even his favorite hobbies gave him joy any longer.

It was as if he was either tapping out tunes on the piano or splattering colors on articles of clothing.

They had no meaning whatsoever anymore.

Live no longer felt to have any more meaning to him.

He felt like he was merely an empty shell, just going through life but never actually living.

Coming out of an arts and crafts store, his hands were full of all sorts of acrylics and watercolors he had just bought.

A passing cyclist didn't see him and didn't really care as he slightly collided with Hongjoong.

Letting out a big "oof!" he stumbled onto the pavement underneath him, all his materials flying out.

Although he wasn't hurt much, he still let out a groan and tried to get up.

He was startled when a gentle hand reached out towards him, lending him some help.

Looking up, his heart somersaulted as he stared at the kind and beautiful stranger that was offering him assistance.

"Are you all right?" Her eyes were full of concern and tenderness for him.

Hongjoong forgot how to speak in that moment, too amazed and stunned by the beauty standing right in front of him.

Nevertheless he did take her hand, his body trembling nervously as soon as he had the first physical contact with her.

The woman shook her head as her eyebrows furrowed.

"Seriously, what a jerk. Can't believe some people honestly."

Hongjoong still didn't respond, instead he shyly began picking up some of the stuff that had fallen.

"Let me help you." She offered her help once more.

Of course she was faster and picked up most of the stuff because he had a huge scrape on his knee and he was limping slightly.

"Thank....thank you." His voice was barely above a whisper as he took the stuff away from her.

"You're welcome. Would you like me to help you carry them to your car?"

Waving his hand he adamantly denied her offer, assuring her over and over again that he was all right.

Before he could leave, the girl extended her hand once again.

"I'm Y/N by the way. Nice to meet you."

"Y/N...."

Her name repeated itself over and over again in his head even hours after she had left him.

Even as he layed in his bed and stared blankly at the ceiling, he couldn't keep the softest smile off his face.

He didn't know if he had drifted off to sleep or was zoning in and out of a lucid dream, but all he could think about was her.

He was up as soon as the sun rose up, flinging his blanket across the room as he ran to his desk and took out his sketchpad.

Right away, he began to outline her face, wanting the vivid image of her to stay with him should his mind ever dare to erase her from his memory.

Although he was satisfied with the ending result, it was still not enough for him.

He felt his goddess, his newfound muse needed more justice than just pencil to capture her beauty.

Watercolors, acrylics, oil pastels and even ink, there wasn't any art material that Hongjoong didn't use to create a portrait of Y/N.

Soon his studio was filled and covered with paintings of her and he couldn't be happier...

Until he realized how much he'd rather have the real thing right there in person with him, in his arms, holding her and never letting go.

He almost fell into a depressive state again, dreading the fact that he'd never see his beloved muse ever again......

Until he saw her once again, walking across the street from the cafe he was in.

He quickly sprung out of his seat and ran out the door, eager to see her once again and hopefully talk to her more.

Just as he was about to call out to her, he stopped when a male came up to her, hugging her ever so intimately and ruffling her hair.

Hongjoong's hand tightened into a fist, nails digging into his skin as his eyes burning with anger and jealousy.

"She's my treasure, I found her and I won't let anyone else take her from me."

Making sure they were unaware of his looming presence, he stalked them out, trying to find the perfect opportunity to strike.

They seemed to be going on some sort of date, which only fueled his anger.

Finally, after they both went their separate ways, Hongjoong followed the mysterious man home, not letting his chance escape.

As soon as the man parked in his driveway and got out of the car, Hongjoong cornered him.

Using his belt as a makeshift weapon, he wrapped it around the man's throat, tightening it until he cut off his air flow.

Although he put up quite a struggle, Hongjoong was so full of anger and rage that he kept him strangled until his body stopped writhing and layed cold on his feet.

Taking his keys, Hongjoong decided to go inside the house to see if he could find anymore information about his precious treasure, figure out where she lived and what not.

Finding a cabinet full of documents, not only did Hongjoong found her address but also ended up discovering the man he just killed was actually her brother, and not a lover as he believed him to be.

"Oh well. Mistakes happen." He justified himself.

"Besides, he still would have been an obstacle and might have come between us."

A week later and now he was waiting for her inside her house, not having any difficulty in breaking in.

His eyes would anxiously look at the time, waiting for her to come home from work like she would usually do at that time.

When he heard her car come up in the driveway, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

Y/N walked into her house as usual, throwing her bag onto the couch.

As she was about to turn on the light, she felt a hard blow to her head, knocking her to the ground, her vision suddenly turning black.

When she awoke, she was beyond startled by all the countless portraits and clay figurines modeled after her.

Her eyes scanned the entire room, somewhat frightened by all the countless images of her staring back at her.

She was so bewildered by the scene that she didn't hear the door open and didn't see the person who came in until she was jolting out of her seat when a hand placed itself on her shoulder.

When she turned around and saw who it was that was smiling at her, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"You......you're...you're..."

Hongjoong nodded. "Yes my darling. I'm the man you helped out a month ago. Which, by the way I'm still grateful for."

Cupping her chin with his fingers, he leaned in to give her a kiss but she backed away, which made him frown.

"Hey, it's not very nice to reject someone's offer of gratitude darling. Did they not teach you manners at home?"

When he reached out to touch her once again, she smacked his hand away, moving as far away from him as possible.

Although it didn't really hurt him, Hongjoong was disappointed that his beloved muse could actually strike at him.

"This isn't what I imagined or expected from you love. You're supposed to be gentle, serene, obedient and just outright perfect.... like the pictures surrounding you.."

Y/N put her hands above her face when he crept closer to her once more, but Hongjoong, who was deceivingly strong for his body built, quickly took hold of them and uncovered her face.

"But that's ok.......if a small lump of clay can be easily molded into a beautiful vase, I'm sure I can mold you to perfection."

Y/N shuddered at his words, and tried to writhe her way out of his grasp as he pulled her out into the hallway and dragged her down into what she assumed was his basement.

Using his strength to overpower her, he easily strapped her down into one of the chairs he kept there, binding her legs and hands down.

"I suggest you start familiarizing yourself with this place Y/N. This...."

With an eerily calm and somewhat sadistic smile, Hongjoong extended his arms to gesture around the room.

"Is where your training begins."

7 months.......for 7 excruciating months, Y/N had been kept in Hongjoong's house, 3 of which were spent inside his room of horrors.

She still didn't understand how she came out of there alive and in one piece.

There wasn't a single night where she didn't relive the torture she went through.

Slapping, canning, limbs stretched out til they were almost out of their sockets, head submerged in water til she nearly passed out.

One time she had resisted so much and pissed Hongjoong off extremely by slapping him that he strapped her hand down and smashed her fingers one by one, breaking them entirely.

Of course, although he helped her heal them as he did her other wounds because he didn't want permanent physical damage on his treasure.

It'd only serve to ruin and taint her perfect image.

But the worst for Y/N wasn't going through all the physical torture.....

Her worst nightmare was all the times Hongjoong dosed her on LSD, prompting her to start hallucinating horrible scenarios.

Her mind seemed to weaken with every dosage he gave her, it would slowly eat away every last bit of her sanity.

Which might explain why now she tried to be more obedient and pliant towards Hongjoong, doing everything as he said and exactly how he wanted her to.

Although occasionally she would still step out of line, he'd shoot her a glare and warn her about it.

"Do you want to go back down there? Did I not give you sufficient training?"

At the sole mention of being taken back downstairs, she'd immediately remember herself and portray the illusion he wanted.

Hongjoong seemed thrilled to finally have created the perfect model, his beautiful creation came to life.

He was absolutely head over heels for his lovely goddess, she was beyond perfect and ethereal.

Sure she still had a little bit of stubbornness in her, but that was easily fixed and she'd be his perfect little doll once more.

And he loved praising her and reminding her about it, especially when they were intimate.

"See love? I knew you would come to love me." He whispered softly in her ear, a low moan escaping his lips as he moved inside of her.

Kissing the sides of her neck, he panted softly as he came inside her.

"My beautiful and perfect goddess."

Months turned to over a year and although Y/N still played the part of a loving and perfect soulmate, she didn't know how long she could take it anymore.

Perhaps it was being locked up for so long, perhaps it was the fear Hongjoong instilled in her. Maybe she was tired from playing a role she couldn't keep up with anymore.

All that combined with the fact she was now pregnant with Hongjoong's child, her hormones going crazy and her mind worrying about what her future would be like had her ready to snap.

One particular day, she just about had it.

Hongjoong had been smothering her all day, constantly nagging about taking care of herself and not harm the baby.

Her blood was boiling with rage as he kept pestering her about it over dinner.

Having had enough, she got out of her seat and reached for the nearest kitchen knife and pointed it at her stomach.

"Why don't I just rip out the baby out then? Maybe then you'll be satisfied."

Hongjoong immediately got up and tried to take the knife away from her.

"Y/N! Have you lost your mind?!" He exclaimed.

"If I lost my mind it's all thanks to you!"

Even after Hongjoong managed to toss the knife out of her hands, Y/N still continued to struggle and smack her hands at him, beating at his chest as hard as she could.

"I hate you!" She declared before her fist tried to collide with his face, but Hongjoong being faster than her, stopped it from hitting him.

Outraged that his model was breaking down, he picked her up, not caring about her being pregnant and stomped his way back to the training room.

Y/N was already bursting into tears when he began strapping her down into the chair, protesting about it.

"You'll hurt our child you mon-."

Gripping her throat tightly, he cut her off from finishing that sentence.

"This coming from the one threatening to rip the innocent baby out herself. But don't worry, I'll make sure no harm comes to our child."

Letting go of her neck, he quickly took out a familiar vial and needle out of a cabinet.

Although Y/N tried to get away, it was no use as she was once again tied up and the sting of the fluids shooting up her veins, making her dizzy immediately.

Hongjoong only watched with a blank face as the drugs started to take effect.

Going back to the cabinet, he took out a folder and walked back to Y/N with it.

"Now.... I never planned to show you this, but I guess you left me no choice."

Even in her hazy state, Y/N could make out what seemed to be a picture of her brother, but she wasn't sure if it was an illusion or not

"Yes, that is your brother indeed. Took care of you when your parents died and you were very attached to him. Your only living relative right?.....or is he?"

Pulling out another picture, Hongjoong made sure to hold it up right in her face so she could clearly see the gruesome image.

"This is how I left him after I attacked him one night. You'll be proud, he put up quite a good fight, but as you can see......in the end he still lost." He actually had the audacity to chuckle as if it was an amusing thing.

Y/N wanted to scream, but her body wouldn't allow it.

She couldn't believe that her remaining family, the only hope she could grasp onto and help get her out of the mess....

Was gone, forever vanished from the face of the earth by the same monster who took her away.

She no longer had the physical, mental nor emotional strength to resist and fight anymore.

She allowed her body to succumb to the effects of the drugs, eyes closing as she fell into a deep sleep full of haunting memories and images.

When she awoke hours later, she felt absolutely nothing, only numbness.

Gently stroking her hair, Hongjoong leaned in and scanned her expressionless face, satisfied when she just allowed him to pet her as he pleased, no longer resisting his touch.

"Do you know who you are?" He simply asked her.

Without even so much as blinking, she answered in a monotone, almost robotic voice:

"I'm your soulmate, your muse and your goddess, and I love no one but you."

Hongjoong nearly bursted into tears. Finally after so long, after so many experiments and efforts, he finally created his ultimate masterpiece.

"Perfect......at last...you're absolutely perfect.

[capuletoo]

To kill a rotten girl- Kai Anderson

note: This is my first fic! and i apologize in advance for misspellings etc, english is not my first language <3 and also i want to clarify that i dont romanticize any actions in this fic.

dedications: @undeadcortez and @whiiiiplaaaaash for motivating me to upload my fic and having the best stories <3

—summary: Kai suspects that there is a mole in the cult | kai anderson x fem!reader

TW: toxic relationship, manipulation, death

word count: 500

I haven't heard a word from you since Monday evening, nor have I seen you stalking the place your next speech is going to be.

You re-read the text you sent kai, only to notice he had left you on seen.

He always did this. He´d disappear, or ignore you, without any explanation. At times like this your soul feels blessed, but your blood boils. How dare he ignore you. What is he scheming?

But here you are. Being the first to always talk to him, to search for him, even you were the first one to love him. Kai could kill you if you got in his way, pressing his hands hard against your throat, taking away the life that he said you didn't deserve in the first place. But deep down you hoped that he wouldn't do it.

At least not now.

You are his entertainment, his amusement for now.

Hands shaking holding the phone as your eyes flutter shut and you hear Kai screaming you name but you just thought it was a distant thought until you felt rough hands take you by the shoulders and pinned you to the nearest wall of your small room.

You were not afraid so you closed your eyes to drift further away from reality.

You were expecting this, since he started to ignore you, and after all the cult did. The cold wall resting against your back and hair messy over your eyes, the only barrier preventing from making eye contact.

His hand moved your hair and grabbed your chin so hard it hurted, but no more than the words he said:

“You bitch” He spat. The wall leaves your back, but his grip was steadier than ever. “Betrayer”

“What. Wait” You begged him to take his hand off of you but you both fell to the ground. “Please, what happened?” Tears already streaming down your cheeks.

“You betrayed the whole cult” Kai was now sitting on top of you grabbing you by the wrists. Your heart sank at the mention of the cult. You didn't wanted to be part of it, and Kai accepted that, but for some reason he still begged you to be present in the meetings that took place in his basement .

“You been using me!” Kai screamed, his face red from anger “Fucking mole”

“Kai, i didn't…” Kai's hands on your throat interrupted you. His hands clenching tighter, making you gasp for oxygen as heavy tears roll down your face.

Your eyes wide open, feeling how kai's tears fell on your cheeks, but no intention of stopping.

You were dying and there was one to save you. You were alone in death.

The only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat, reminding you that you would never be Kai's distraction anymore. And that you were wrong about kai not killing you. The feeling of anger you had when Kai ignored you, became a distant memory.

Your heart stopped beating, but did it ever really start?

[aajjks]

Hi and welcome to another ask with title... Well i never named it.

Anyways. I was thinking about yandere!bts. I know I know. But yeah I started to analyze what kind of yandere everyone of them would be.

At the beginning I would like to HIGHLIGHT that this is a pure fiction and I do not romanticize or/and support any of yandere behavior and neither do I think bts would actually ever act like that. Shall we begin then?

Starting with Namjoon. I think he would be a mix of manipulative (because of his high IQ) and overprotective to the point of having enough quickly. This type of yandere that will try to get into your mind and practically carve their name in your brain to remind you who is the best for you. Definitely cuts your family off. Would want to have babies with you as fast as possible to bound you to him even more as fast as possible.

Jin? Protective, patient and sweet yandere that can snap at any moment. You know... Everyone have enough sooner or later. If you will commit to him and will be good for him? Your life has now became a heaven. If you do the exact opposite? Welcome to hell. He's that type of yandere that would make you obssesed with his charms (world wide handsome you know). I don't think he would need to try hard. He thinks you're his even if you still don't know him.

The next one is Yoongi. Possessive, manipulative. This is all I can see. Everyone who gets too close to his liking would be "nicely" reminded who you belong to. Not killing that person. At least not when you're around hehe. Will wait years for you to finally get that you're his and only his. At the begging? Really careful with his actions and words but after you fall into a trap of his possessive love? There is no turning back now.

Following.. Hobi. Definitely a stalker yandere. He knows everything about you. He seems nice and caring. Even if he knows everything, he would never tell anything suspicious. He wants you to tell him everything so he can finally give you presents (for example: things you have been searching online but cannot afford it) Gains your trust and love. His charms are working just fine. Proceed with caution because after you'll become his there would be a lot of cuddles and kisses to handle.

Jimin? Our sweet boy. I take him as really affectionate yandere. With a lot of dark secrets such as stalking, murders etc. Would scare you with obssesed secret admirer. Definitely would set up a situation where you would be put into a danger (not really tho, he doesn't want to hurt you) so he can act as your hero - gaining your trust.

Tae? Hmm I had a lot of problems with him tbh. But i think abusive yandere is suiting. Definitely would use your fears for his personal gain. If you're claustrophobic and you do something bad, he would lock you just to show you how worthless you're without him and his help. Manipulative as well then maybe? Really likes when you cling to him. Likes to see you cry too. Either way he would give a lot of cuddles just to calm your nerves just to mess with them again after some time.

Last but not least. JeyKey. Sorry sorry haha. Jungkook. Obsessive, overprotective and possessive. Would kill every men and/or women who would dare to even be in the same building as you. His love makes you want to puke. It gets too much after a really short period of time. Past lovers? Gone from this world not long after he makes you his officially. If you mention even one name, be ready to never see that person again. Definitely doesn't let you talk to anyone but him. Maybe even would lock you in your bedroom to keep you safe and sound.

oop- i got a little carried away. But what do you think Alina? Maybe you think that they would act differently? I would really like to hear your opinion. Ily Alina, take care of yourself. Also don't worry you can skip that ask. I just wanted to share it.

- 👹🐅 anon

Wow… I read them very carefully and I have to say wow… you wrote their types so well??? Like the essence is so on point… exactly how I see them as yanderes…. Taehyung one… definitely on point… tbh all of them are on point.

I just have to ask, WHEN ARE YOU STARTING YOUR OWN BLOG??? 🤩🤩🤩🤩

[angellgguk]

__Baby, i’m not afraid to die

original request by anon- request for yandere serial killers BTS stalk on y/n who's a police/detective tried to track serial killers. Hope that's alright. Thank you in advance!

pairing -[ Serial killer bts x Police officer/journalist reader ]

warning/s, mentions of [ Homicide, Sex, blood, demeaning names,there’s knives and guns, body painting (not consented), romanticizing blood and su**ide, inappropriate photography, crude words ] 

genre [Yandere, Angst ]

This is  yandere post and is bound to have many triggering themes.proceed with caution!

24.10.2020 - [ okay this took me such a long time and i’m mad at myself for that.I tried to write but then i remembered i haven’t written ‘reactions’ in three or so months.so here’s whatever crap ] 

Thank you for stopping by to read!

__Kim Seokjin

“You could have just told me I was the one you were searching for”.your hands fell limp at the sudden voice from behind you.your assumption of Kim Seokjin being in the dark ravaging one of his victims was wrong.it seemed as if he had taken a break today and you chose that exact day to invade his house to search for clues against him for the court.

Your grip on the necklace that you were intending to present loosened when you felt his presence right behind you.his sudden chuckle made you drop it on his carpeted floor.”do you like getting caught in the spider’s web all alone darling?”.

With no care about his potential your hand went to your back pocket to retrieve your gun only for that to fail when jin pinned your hand to your back and slammed you against the window of his condo.you grit your teeth and looked down at the bustling city when his breath tickled the side of your neck.”i collect pretty things if you weren’t aware”he sighed out before letting out a soft laugh as he gripped on your wrist tighter and pushed you against the window harder.

“I’m adding you to my collection”

__Min Yoongi

He was the toughest criminal to catch.no, he was not always on the run.he stayed in one place as he committed all his gruesome murders.it was his power and brains that made it impossible to catch.they say the murderer always comes back to the crime scene but he never did nor did he leave back any clues.so when you stood in front of your chief with a cuffed yoongi everyone sure was ambushed.

“You should be thanking me doll” you ignored the truth as you continued to stare into the court’s wall.he wet his drying lips and wiggled in his seat to get rid of the pain in his ass from sitting too long at the hard wood that they dared to call a chair.

He maybe a gore killer with a stone cold heart but he sure knew how to thank people.but his gratefulness only made you regret more about all those days you spent with him at lunch when he was all alone.

“You didn’t know i was plotting murder, did you?”

__Jung Hoseok

You let out a shuddered breath when his finger continued to trace the blood in the valley between your breasts.he let out a hearty chuckle when you let out your first audible gasp for the night when he pressed his hand a little to harsh in the lower region of your tummy.”was she that close to you?”

You gulped and let the lounging tears out, finally making your vision clear.you and your sister may have had a rough relationship but that never meant you wanted her to be dead and gone.but for hoseok that is what you had said or at least ‘I hope she disappears’ was a way of yours to say that you wanted her dead.who was he to not grant your wishes.?

Your sister’s death and the realization of you failing at your job only had you sobbing hard under him.he scrunched his brows and let his orbs meet your trembling ones.”poor girl, didn’t you know i was the one you were searching for all this time?”.you turned away from him and caught your bottom lip to prevent yourself from completely breaking in front of him.but he didn’t seem to fancy the idea as he brought you back to face him with a bruising grip on your chin.

“You were dating the serial killer the entire time, you dumb mutt”

__Kim Namjoon

“I was hoping to play for longer, what a pity” you didn’t mind that your denim clad knee was now staining itself from the dropped caffeine.your chief sighed and squatted behind you.he raised a hand to tuck a few strands behind your ear but his action only made you scramble farther away from him.

He stood up with a chuckle and shoved his hands inside his slacks before looking down at you, as if you were a roach that he badly wanted to step on.”I was debating on pulling the trigger way back when you came to me with clues” he smiled up at the night sky and the hanging stars.

The bricks played as a barrier for you to continue moving when he started walking towards you.he once again squatted right in front of you but this time there was no place for an escape.he twirled a piece of your hair before harshly tugging on it with a heartfelt smile.

“But i didn’t because brainless sluts can’t be blamed for their stupid mistakes”

__Park Jimin

You could hear your own vigorous heart beat even through the blood curdling screams.you tried to lie to yourself that this was just a haunting nightmare you would eventually wake up from.but unfortunately for you actor-oh no! Serial killer Park Jimin was stabbing his manager’s heart out right in front of you.

“P-please watch me!” you sobbed harder and dropped your head in between your thighs.you were only trying to do your job as a proper entertainment journalist but you were too late to realize that you were unintentionally doing what the investigation journalists were  supposed to originally do.

“Are you satisfied now? L-look at me, am I strong enough for you?” you whimpered and scooted back not minding that the stones and twigs were now stuck to the fabric that covered your ass.he crawled towards you with the crimson still fresh in his hands.when your trembling orbs met his excited onyx ones you were taken aback by how innocent it looked but with one glance at the blood dripping under his eyes you were taken back to the unbelievable reality.

“Are you still going to reject me?”

__Kim Taehyung

You didn’t dare move a limb when his brush’s bristles softly stroked your hardened nipple.you refused to move even when one of his orange stained hand came to smudge the color in the midst of the pink hue on your waist.with the brush waltzing across your areola he gripped harder on your hip and nuzzled his face on your perspiring neck he took in a big sniff of the drying paint before smiling against it “do you like my painting?”.

You did and even appreciated him and that was why he had you bounded naked to an easel as he let his brush work it’s magic around your body.he pulled away with a sweet smile before pulling out his favorite paint for the night.he picked up an unused brush and mixed the red tint around, frowning in disappointment when it didn’t seem to match his favored consistency.

“I knew that blood was useless, why would you like someone like that?” you continued to watch in horror as he tried to make the blood thicker by adding his rarely used medium.when he finally felt a sense contentment he dipped the brush in it to use it on his canvas.

“You’re so pretty like this baby, the next time we should try adorning you with my blood how does that sound?”

__Jeon Jeongguk

He clicked his tongue and lowered his camera before turning towards you to glare down at your shuddering self.”if you want to help me, hold the damn skull right!”.you gulped a sob in and stared up at him with those gleaming eyes, hoping to get some type of empathy from him.but like your instincts knew he only gave you a warning glare before diving back into the camera.

You unintentionally flinched when the flash of his camera resonated throughout the room.he pulled the camera away to inspect his photo, smiling in pure delight at the perfectly captured click.he hopped over to you with the smile still plastered over his lips.he sat himself next to you and took your lover’s skull away from your hands to place his camera there instead “it looks nice, don’t you think?”.

Despite the gore features in the shot you couldn’t deny that it did look perfect.he giggled and scooted closer as he took his canon away from you.he continued to titter as he looked through all the snaps, he looked straight ahead of him with his bunny like smile, imagining how all his upcoming photos were going to make the plain white wall sumptuous.

“Sit still and pretty for me if you don’t want to be on that wall darling.”