#Yandere!au

[qwimblenorrisstan]

yandere this, yandere that, what about yandere! ghost or könig, or really any cod character, where they kidnap you and whatnot, and you just…don’t care?

like sure, you’re aggressively suggesting I come home with you? as long as you’re providing me with food, water, clothing and shelter then by all means.

oh, you want me to stay in your home for the foreseeable future? alright pal, but I’m not paying any rent.

you want me to wear a collar? nope, we’re both stuck here, and if I’m wearing a collar you are too. I’m not stuck with you, you’re stuck here with me bud. we’re both suffering through this together, comrade.

“sneaking out” by leaving to go buy donuts from your local gas station at 3am, and if they try to punish you, just….ask to stack donuts on it (you did, they didn’t have a choice)

them being so horrified by your diet being mainly instant noodles they just start taking better care of you. making you brush your teeth in the mornings, take showers, take care of your hair and hygiene, going for walks or to the gym with them.

it wasn’t supposed to turn out so well, but you both just start keeping each other responsible for living at least decently, and basically just become each others therapists. yeah, they admit exactly what they were planning to do. yeah, you still don’t care.

idk I just find this really funny

[pennyellee]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐗 - 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐚

LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, mentions of antidepressants, anxiety, panic attacks, nightmares, mentions of night terrors, mentions of self harm, manipulative behaviour, mentions of labotomy, medical cases, intimate life, diseases, “failed” pregnancy, alcohol, medication, etc.

beta read by @chaoticpuff17

word count: 8,7K

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

A/N: so yes, it took me a while to actually finish this chapter and as I mentioned - it’s shorter than what I usually want to write for lacrimosa. Truth to be told, this is what I can do for now till I get something better to write on. I don’t know when the next chapter will be written and up, so for now thank you for your patience, i actually didnt think i would write a chapter whilst im in US coz the only device on my person is my phone, but im very happy I managed to write something. This chapter is more of a prequel go what’s going to happen next. Many of you actually guessed/predicted some things right and for some you have to wait till the very end, we’re near it.

Massive thank you goes to @chaoticpuff17 who managed to beta read it despite both our situations being crazy rn, ily queen 🥹🫧🩵

Love you all, p.

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lacuna (n.) a blank space, missing part

The night was relentless, a symphony of thunderclaps and the steady drum of rain against the cobblestones. The celebrations of the famous Kkangpae toned down, and after some months, several trips to the barren debris land of where Yakuza reigned, they returned safely to the sanctuary.

Back where she cannot hide from him in the stables, kitchen or sunroom, switching from one room to another just to not be in his presence for longer than she wanted. Yet, he managed to steal her away when his frustration boiled up enough. Y/N could’ve hinted how much she doesn’t want him to sleep next to her all she wants, he kept sneaking in and out every time. Yoongi was patient, determined even. Determined to make things right this time by giving her space. But the wrenching feeling of not having her close enough consumed him, night, day and moon.

Yoongi kept his promise, giving Y/N the space she needed while gradually attempting to rebuild the trust that had been shattered. He was careful with his words, patient in his actions, and ever attentive to her unspoken needs. The pair worked on their friendship these past weeks, he wanted himself to be her person. The person that she would love and lean on.

But the young Buin might seem calm now, from outside, but her wit remained under the surface. She buried herself deep within her psyche and doctor Kim could do very little to “repair” her. Not even renown specialists who came to give the young girl a helping hand did not succeed.

Yoongi watched her from a distance yet at the same time he was so close, his heart aching with the knowledge that he was partly to blame for her withdrawal. He had been too harsh, too controlling. Now, he was paying the price. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, to whisper apologies and promises into her ear. But every time he approached, he could see the fear and distrust in her eyes. It was a barrier he didn't know how to break.

Wang Xiaoqing’s wisdom was passed onto her, they whispered. But truth to be told, the elder woman, may she rest in peace, underestimated the new blood. The following legacy. Now, her kin suffers.

Yoongi wishes he never used the letter as leverage against her nor let her read it. At night he wonders whether that would change things. Whether by now she would be in love with him just as much he’s in love with her.

He sat down with the rest of his family at the dinner table after she broke down with yet another panic attack. The dining room was oppressively silent, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. It wasn’t even the end of January, and the snow was still prevailing outside. Yoongi sat at the head of the table, his expression a mask of stoic resolve, though his heart was anything but calm.

Y/N was conspicuously absent, her chair at the table glaringly empty. Yoongi's mind replayed the scene from earlier, the look of sheer panic in her eyes as she had crumbled under the weight of her emotions. He had wanted to reach out to her, to offer comfort, but he knew his presence would only worsen her distress.

Clearing his throat, Yoongi broke the silence, his voice strained but firm.

“I know you care about me. About this family—”

“I’ve made mistakes—mistakes that have pushed her to the edge.”

“No, Yoongi—” the right hand man straightened himself in his seat interrupting his leader.

Yoongi’s eyes flickered with a mixture of frustration and sorrow as he turned to face his right-hand man, Namjoon. The room held its breath, tension crackling in the air.

“Namjoon, please,” Yoongi said, his voice weary. “My wife slit her throat, stop justifying my actions.”

Namjoon hesitated but nodded, leaning back in his chair, his expression still troubled. Yoongi took a deep breath, steeling himself to continue.

"I pushed her too far, and now she's breaking—”

“Now, I don’t know what your intentions are with my wife, but I forbid you from whatever you are putting into her head.”

Namjoon's eyes widened in shock at Yoongi's words, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right response. The weight of Yoongi's accusation hung heavy in the air, and the room seemed to grow even quieter, the tension palpable.

Yoongi's jaw clenched, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. He had always trusted Namjoon implicitly, had relied on him as his closest confidant and advisor. But now, in the wake of Y/N's pain and suffering, he couldn't help but wonder if that trust had been misplaced.

“All of you.”

“Yoongi, I swear—” Namjoon began, his voice tinged with desperation. But Yoongi held up a hand, cutting him off.

“I don't want to hear it, Namjoon,” he said, his tone final.

“Whatever it is, I’m giving her the space to tell me herself.” Namjoon's gaze faltered under Yoongi's intense stare.

“I would never intentionally do anything to harm Y/N or come between you two. She's like family to me, too.” Yoongi's jaw clenched tighter, but he nodded curtly, acknowledging Namjoon's words.

“Seokjin.” He addressed the oldest man in the room.

“Yes, Yoongi?” Seokjin replied, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.

“She’s still taking those pills you gave her,” Seokjin's brow furrowed in concern at Yoongi's words. They were only a temporary solution before Seokjin decided that day to put her on barbiturates. She needs his help and if he cannot help her the way he knows it will be most effective, he’ll at least prescribe whatever will tone down her night terrors so she can sleep at nights.

"I'll talk to her," he said firmly. “But you know what would certainly help her—” Yoongi’s hand flew high to hit the table, making everybody twitch at the loud noise.

“No, Seokjin. No.” The family members exchanged solemn nods. Yoongi took a moment to compose himself, his chest heaving with pent-up frustration.

"She needs more support than we can provide on our own. We have to consider what's best for her.” Yoongi struggled to find the words to express his feelings. "I know, Seokjin," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "But that is going way too far.”

Namjoon leaned forward, his expression earnest. The youngest at the end of the table cleared his throat. All eyes turned to him, waiting for his input. Jungkook hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of the tension in the room, before speaking up.

“Maybe you just need to stop shielding her in. Let her live a life—” Jungkook's suggestion hung in the air, a fresh perspective on the situation that caused the family members to exchange thoughtful glances.

Yoongi's brow furrowed as he considered Jungkook's words, the idea of allowing Y/N more freedom conflicting with his instinct to protect her.

“But what if she runs for the hills, Kook.” Park Jimin’s voice echoed from across the room, his hands busy pouring the strong liquor to seven crystal glasses. Yoongi's gaze flickered towards Jimin, setting the first glass in front of him.

"I can't bear the thought of her running away from me again," Yoongi admitted, his voice heavy with emotion. Hoseok nodded in agreement, his expression sombre.

Jungkook nodded thoughtfully, understanding Yoongi's apprehension. "I get where you're coming from, hyung,—” Jimin set down the last glass of liquor, his expression sympathetic.

“I’d say, nonetheless, she needs something to occupy her mind other than those thoughts.” Said Jimin sitting down on his chair while nursing his own glass of the booze.

"Maybe if we can find something that brings her joy, something to distract her—” Seokjin nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful.

“She studied, tasted her own freedom and now all she’s left with is being your wife.” Yoongi's heart clenched at Jimin's words, a pang of guilt washing over him. But still a large part of him was thinking why it is not enough.

“She can work with me once she’s better.” The doctor interjected. Yoongi's gaze shifted towards Seokjin, a flicker of hope igniting within him at the suggestion.

"You think she'd be up for it?" Yoongi asked, his voice tentative yet hopeful.

“Ah hyung you’re so in the dark—” Jungkook remarked. Jungkook sighed, his gaze meeting Yoongi's with empathy.

“She needs to feel like she has a say in her own life, like she's not just living for someone else.” Where this newfound wisdom arose, Yoongi did not know. But he was glad for the support of his family men.

Hoseok placed a reassuring hand on Yoongi's shoulder, his expression filled with empathy.

“She knows so much about herbs, remedies, I think she’ll be happy to help Seokjin.” Yoongi's heart swelled with gratitude for Hoseok's insight. He hadn't fully realised the extent of Y/N's knowledge and interests outside of their marriage and that needed to change.

“Don’t tell her just yet.” The right hand man remarked.

“Yes, I want to give her more time to recover before we come back to the sanctuary.” The other family members murmured their agreement, a sense of solidarity and understanding settling over them. After all, at the end of the day it is a happy wife, happy life.

But months later, Y/N understood that if there’s even a slight possibility that the scarred leader will grow for better, it would be a painfully long process. She realised so once he returned with his knuckles all bruised and bloodied one night. She tended to them, and he was basking under her touch. Despite everything, she couldn’t ignore the humanity in his pain.

Her eyes rolled and a loud sigh followed when she understood what was the cause of his lapse of senses. He had let his frustration and anger take over him, but rather than put it out on everyone else like he was known for, he silently left his office to vent his anger elsewhere. She guided him to sit down after she asked the maid to bring her everything she needed to clean his wounds.

Yoongi watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and excitement under her delicate touch. The feel of her hands, so careful and tender, was both a comfort and a torment. The imagery masking all the darkness that loomed over them, they would fool even the Lord himself that this couple is one of love.

They sat in silence, the only sound the soft rustle of bandages and the distant rumble of thunder outside. Yoongi closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes to him. She avoided him less and less. So why did he have to let his steam off so suddenly?

“You know—” she began, focusing on his other hand now.

“You’re not really setting a good example of “communication is the key ”, now do you?”

Yoongi's eyes flickered open at her words, a hint of guilt flashing across his features before he quickly masked it with a neutral expression. He couldn't deny the truth in her statement, nor could he easily articulate the tangled mess of emotions that swirled within him.

His mind drifted back to the hushed whispers, the concerned looks from Seokjin. Y/N was still fairly weak in terms of her health. Yet, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, she’ll come to tell him he’s going to be a father. Foolish of him, he knows. Selfish of him, he knows that too.

“I’m sorry, Dove.” He only muttered, forcing a kiss to her sphenoid bone, it was the only affection she rarely allowed him to show. Y/N knew that if she wanted to persuade him that she isn’t a flying risk, she’ll have to allow him to do more. She progressed slowly, with patience and space to breathe everything out.

The reason the young leader needed to vent his anger was obvious to Y/N. She heard the maid that so blatantly spied on everything she did, what she asked for, and whom she talks to on the telephone. Y/N was cautious, yet today, she had to ask for some feminine goods. She understood where his hope for a baby came from, he got himself to believe that once the monthly bleeding did not come the first, second nor the third month.

The young gal, however, knew that this has nothing to do with the possibility of her being pregnant. She still drank the remedy, just to be sure, and for her peace of mind as it bore too many demons already. The fourth month her body decided it’s time to function again and of course the devoted maid reported that right back to her husband whose hope for a child vanished.

“I was hoping we could go see Ma and little Bo Cheng before the wedding, I promised to teach him how to ride a ho—” she began her request carefully. Y/N had managed to negotiate Daiyu’s extended vacation in America with her young son and Kai, yet she couldn’t shake the strong feeling that Yoongi had only allowed such a thing to happen because he felt indebted to her at the moment. Her state was far more delicate than he thought and he desperately wanted to make her happy. The one thing she wanted the most, he couldn’t grant. Freedom.

“Would that make you happy?” Yoongi interrupted. He sighed, his eyes drifting to the window where dark clouds gathered on the horizon.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a small, hesitant smile tugged at Y/N’s lips. It was a fragile thing, easily shattered, but it was real. And in that moment, Yoongi vowed to himself that he would protect that smile, nurture it, and help it grow.

“Yes, it would. Maybe we could also pay a visit to Daiyu—” Y/N sucked her lips in and shyly smiled again. Yoongi nodded slowly. He sighed, leaning back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the armrests. The weight of their precarious situation pressed down on him, the knowledge that every decision could have far-reaching consequences hanging over them like a dark cloud.

“I’m not sure about that, sweetling,” he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Her heart clenched, did he understand her intentions?

“You said you’ll give me the world, Yoongi. Why not this?” Y/N’s smile faltered, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features.

Yoongi’s gaze softened further, a mixture of regret and longing in his eyes. He reached out, taking her hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“I will consider this trip, but we have to be cautious now. War is looming on the horizon.” He explained, his tone serious.

“What do you mean war? You’ve just won one,” she challenged, her voice laced with disbelief.

“The world is a volatile place, Dove. Our battle was nothing in comparison to what is to come. The world will fight—” Yoongi’s expression darkened, the weight of their past victories suddenly overshadowed by the looming threat of conflict. Y/N’s heart sank at the mention of war, a cold knot forming in the pit of her stomach.

“Until we’re certain there’s no threat, I want us to remain in Korea, my love.” he declared, his final words.

Y/N’s heart sank at his words, but she forced herself to nod, understanding the gravity of their situation. The war threatened to consume them all, and they had to tread carefully if they were to survive. Y/N nodded slowly to his words.

“She wrote to you this morning, didn’t she?” Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that she’s running out of time. If they were caught up in the chaos, she feared she may never leave this place. And with Yoongi’s resolve to remain in Korea, their window of opportunity grew smaller with each passing moment. It was worth the shot, he wouldn’t let her slip that easily if there’s an actual threat that the world’s will battle.

“She met someone,” Y/N added softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty of how Yoongi will react. He, however, already knew. There was nothing that would go past him or so he thought.

"She met someone?" he repeated, his voice tinged with false scepticism. Y/N's heart ached at the doubt in Yoongi's voice, but she held firm in her conviction.

“She’s a widow with a child, who—”

“Happy widow with a child—” she inserted herself into his remark. "She deserves it, Yoongi. After everything she's been through, she deserves a chance at love and happiness.”

“Daiyu is no longer tied to the syndicate. You promised not to meddle with her affairs unless she needs help.” She reminded him less gently, her voice tinged with a hint of caution.

“I intend to keep that promise.” Lie. He already knew the man who so openly started to court her. A sense of relief washed over Y/N as she watched Yoongi's resistance soften, even if it was pretended.

“The rain won’t stop pouring—” Y/N’s voice trailed off, a sombre note creeping into her tone as she glanced out the window at the stormy sky.

“How do you feel today?” Yoongi observed Y/N for a moment, his expression softening as he took in her weary demeanour.

“Better than yesterday.” She replied, her voice carrying a hint of resilience. Yoongi nodded, a sense of relief washing over him at her response. Despite the challenges they faced, he was grateful for every moment of peace they could find amidst the storm.

He noticed the subtle signs of improvement in her appearance. Her cheeks, once sunken and lifeless, now held a hint of colour, and the dark circles under her eyes seemed less pronounced. Her eyes sparkled differently, not with tears as of late. Whatever Seokjin is doing to help her, it is working.

“Have you slept well?” he inquired gently, his voice filled with genuine concern. From Monday to Friday, storms reigned over the hidden valley. Yoongi reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender and reassuring. Her dark hair grew enough to reach past her shoulders since the unfortunate event back in October.

“It wasn't the best, but it was better than before.” Yoongi nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering on her with a mixture of admiration and concern. He knew that even the smallest victories, like a few hours of sleep, were worth celebrating in their tumultuous world. After all the night terrors she endured for months.

“How’s working with Seokjin?” He knew how demanding their roles could be, especially in the midst of ongoing turmoil. Yoongi expected her to sigh just as softly as she always does, her expression to reflect the weight of responsibility, but none of that happened. Y/N smiled at him brightly instead.

Y/N's smile was like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds, momentarily dispelling the shadows that lingered around them.

“Work has been great. I've been able to help so many people—” she replied, her voice infused with a sense of optimism that Yoongi hadn't heard in a while. As she spoke, Y/N’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm, a stark contrast to the weariness that had plagued her in recent months.

“Did you know that punk, Jungkook, pretends to be sick every other day just to swing by?” Y/N’s voice was filled with amusement as she recounted the antics of the youngest of the seven. Though older than her, she did not feel any age difference between them two.

Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle at the mention of Jungkook's antics.

"That sounds like him," he remarked, a fond smile playing at his lips. She continued, her words flowing freely as she recounted her experiences while working with Seokjin at the clinic.

“Seokjin has been a wonderful mentor,” she continued, her eyes shining with gratitude. “He’s taught me so much more than we actually studied at school—” Yoongi nodded in agreement, a sense of pride swelling within him as he listened to Y/N's tales of their work at the clinic.

“I remember this one young man who had sustained severe burns on his arms. The sight of his injuries was heart-breaking, but I could see the determination in his eyes to overcome the pain.” Y/N’s voice softened with emotion as she recalled the moment.

"We worked tirelessly to stabilise him, and when he finally regained consciousness, the look of gratitude in his eyes made all the long hours and hard work worth it. It was a reminder of why I wanted to be a nurse in the first place—to make a difference in people’s lives, no matter how small.”

Yoongi listened intently, his heart swelling with a mixture of emotions. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret for not allowing her to pursue her passion for nursing earlier.

He may not be able to undo the past, but he could certainly make sure that she had all the support she needed to thrive in the future. The youngest was right. She needed this, she needed to regain her purpose in her life. To be someone for herself.

He realised how much he had underestimated her need for work, how vital it was for her to have a sense of purpose and fulfilment. There was still hope and goodness.

Yoongi listened to all the stories she had to say as for the first time since forever, there were no tears, no screams, no tension in the air. Just the calm, steady rhythm of their shared breaths.

“You know,” Yoongi began, his voice soft, "I'm proud of you. Proud of everything you've accomplished and the progress you’re making. I should have let you do this sooner.”

“Can’t change the past now can we?” He nodded to her remark solemnly, squeezing her hand.

“Tell me more,—” he urged, eager to hear more about her work, her passion. He wanted to be part of her world just like she is part of his, to support her in every way possible.

Y/N smiled, her face glowing with happiness. “Well, there’s this little girl named Jang-mi. She’s been coming in for treatment regularly, and despite everything, she's always so cheerful—”

Y/N pulled her coat tighter around her, feeling the icy water seep through the fabric. Her breath came in shallow gasps, mixing with the cold air to form small clouds that dissipated as quickly as they appeared. She huddled beneath the overhang of a small alley, her body shivering uncontrollably. The once comforting weight of her coat now felt like a burden, soaked and heavy.

Her mind raced, a chaotic swirl of fear and desperation. The past few days had been a whirlwind of terror and confusion. She had trusted the wrong people, made alliances that crumbled under the weight of deceit. Every step she took seemed to lead her deeper into a labyrinth of danger and uncertainty. She couldn’t afford another mistake; the stakes were too high. The sound of her own heartbeat was loud in her ears, a constant reminder of the life-or-death game she was playing.

A sudden flash of lightning split the sky, casting stark shadows and illuminating the alley in a harsh, white light. For a brief moment, everything was clear and sharp, every detail etched into her memory. That’s when she saw him.

At the mouth of the alley is where he stood , his figure backlit by the brilliant light. He was drenched, his hair plastered to his forehead, but he seemed unfazed by the torrential rain. His presence was as menacing as ever, a dark silhouette against the night. His eyes, however, were what held her captive. They were dark, deep pools of unreadable emotion, reflecting the storm’s fury.

Yoongi didn’t move, didn’t speak. He simply watched her, his gaze intense and unwavering. It was a look she had seen before, one that sent chills down her spine. It was the look of a predator sizing up its prey. She knew then, with a sickening certainty, that no matter how far she ran, he would always be one step ahead.

Panic surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. She pressed herself against the wall, the rough brick scraping her skin through the thin material of her coat. She needed to think, to find a way out, but her mind was a blur of fear and fatigue. The rain continued to pour, the cold seeping into her bones, making her limbs feel heavy and uncooperative.

Yoongi took a step forward, the movement slow and deliberate. His boots splashed in the puddles, the sound muffled by the storm. Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, a wild, frantic rhythm. She felt like a trapped animal, cornered with no way out. The alley was a dead end, and Yoongi was blocking her only escape route.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and smooth, cutting through the noise of the storm. “You can’t keep running.”

His words were a cold, hard truth that she didn’t want to accept. But she had no choice. Every attempt to escape had led her right back to him, like a cruel game of cat and mouse. She swallowed hard, her throat dry despite the rain. She had to keep fighting, had to find a way to break free from his grip.

“I won’t let you control me,” she said, her voice shaking but determined. “I’ll find a way out.”

Yoongi’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement, perhaps, or admiration for her defiance. “You’re stronger than I thought,” he said, taking another step closer. “But strength alone won’t save you.”

He was close now, close enough that she could see the droplets of rain clinging to his eyelashes, the way his clothes clung to his body. His presence was overwhelming, a dark force that seemed to consume all the light around him. She knew she had to act, had to do something before it was too late.

Summoning every ounce of courage, Y/N pushed off the wall and lunged towards him, hoping to catch him off guard. But Yoongi was ready. His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with a grip like iron. She struggled, twisting and pulling, but he was too strong.

“Let me fucking go!” she cried, her voice breaking with desperation.

Yoongi pulled her closer, his other hand coming up to cup her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’re mine, Y/N,” he said softly, his breath warm against her skin. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if it means protecting you from yourself.”

Tears mingled with the rain on her cheeks as she realised the futility of her struggle. Yoongi’s words were a chilling promise, one that she knew he would keep. She was trapped, caught in a web of his making, with no way out.

The storm raged on around them, but in that moment, all Y/N could feel was the cold, unyielding grip of the man she used to fear, and the inescapable reality of her situation.

Y/N woke with a start, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the remnants of the nightmare clung to her mind. Her body was drenched in cold sweat, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest. For a moment, she couldn’t discern reality from the dream, the vivid images of the rain-soaked alley and Yoongi’s menacing presence still haunting her.

It was a memory that was hidden in the back of her mind to resurface when she’s the most vulnerable. It had happened a few times already, her mind showing her each time she attempted to escape the scarred leader.

She took a deep breath and listened to the mix of crackling fireplace and raindrops outside. His eyes were on her petite physique, his hands holding a book he was reading while she took a well deserved afternoon nap. He put down his reading glasses and ran a hand through his hair, closing the book and turning her attention to her.

“Which one was it this time?”

She turned to see him sitting beside her, his eyes filled with worry. The contrast between the Yoongi in her nightmare and the one before her now was stark. Gone was the cold, calculating predator; in his place was a man who genuinely cared for her well-being. He did change a little. Or maybe he was like that before but his selfishness didn’t allow him to show her his bright side.

Her legs moved to his lap when she was asleep, and he gently rubbed circles into her ankles, his touch soothing for once.

“Will you keep me safe?”

Yoongi's expression softened further, his gaze unwavering as he looked into her eyes. He knows that there were moments that haunt her till now. Moments he let happen with his cockiness.

“Always,” he replied, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “I’ll keep you safe, no matter what.”

“I just... I don’t want to be afraid anymore,” she admitted, her voice breaking slightly.

“Just rest, Dove,” Yoongi murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. “I’ll be right here.”

After a few silent minutes, Y/N broke the calm silence.

“Can we play the piano?”

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Together, they moved to the old piano in the corner of the room. As they sat side by side, their fingers tentatively began to touch the keys. Each note was a delicate thread, weaving together a tapestry of their unspoken emotions. The music became their secret language, a way to say everything they couldn’t put into words.

Every time she did not feel like speaking herself, they played. Until she felt better. Yoongi played with a gentle intensity, his fingers dancing over the keys with practised ease.

He was a better player, so she thought. Afterall, he had had more life to practice.

The medication made her more open to him. Sooner or later she’ll have to get off of it before it will become her only source of happiness. There were days it made her sleep well, drink, eat, breathe and live like the person she used to be. And there were days she sat in front of her vanity mirror knowing this effect is only temporary.

She cannot afford to get off of them while she’s remaining by his side. Her being would not take it and the prospect of freedom would be scarce. It blunted negative emotions which worked in the scarred boy’s favour.

It was working, but it was a question of time when she’ll develop tolerance and they won’t work anymore. That’s why Seokjin is desperately trying to convince Yoongi that he’ll have a way to help her. Permanently.

Yoongi knows that it would be just another mistake he would have to write under his name.

“I’ll always keep you safe,” he whispered again, his words a promise and a plea. And in the quiet aftermath of their duet, she almost believed him.

In that fleeting moment, she wasn’t running, and Yoongi wasn’t chasing. They were simply two souls, lost in the music, trying to find their way back to each other. One more than the other.

His hand moved to cover hers on the keys, their eyes meeting in the stillness that followed. The world outside ceased to exist, the rain and the fire a distant backdrop to the intensity of their shared gaze.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Yoongi leaned in, his breath mingling with hers. Her heart raced, not with fear, but with a different kind of anticipation.

Their faces were inches apart, the unspoken words hanging in the air between them. His eyes flickered to her lips, then back to her eyes, seeking permission, seeking assurance. Y/N’s breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

“Unnie?!” Xiaoli's voice rang out, bright and oblivious. “We need to talk about—”

“Can you keep me safe from my own sister?” She scoffed playfully. His chuckle bounced on her lips as his lips still hovered just a breath away from hers, the paper door swung open with a sudden, sharp creak.

Taehyung stepped in behind her, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. "Oh. We’re... interrupting, aren’t we?”

Yoongi pulled back slightly, his expression darkening as he turned to face them. Y/N felt the moment slipping away, the fragile connection disrupted.

“What is it?” Yoongi asked, his voice strained with barely concealed irritation.

“You invited us to have dinner, Hyung.” Taehyung reminded him, his tone a mix of apology and amusement.

Xiaoli’s eyes darted between Yoongi and Y/N, realisation dawning on her face. “Oh... we’re really sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in, Kkangpae Min.”

She apologised, still not her but always to him and him only. Y/N forced herself to smile. The woman that her sister became is not the same one she grew up with.

“There was nothing to interrupt, don’t worry,” she waved it off and Yoongi sighed, the tension in his shoulders evident.

The fleeting moment of intimacy with Y/N hung heavily in his mind. Before, during and after the dinner. He was extravagantly close to feel her lips on his again, just for the moment to be swept away.

Dinner was a mix of awkward silences and forced conversation. Xiaoli and Taehyung tried to lighten the mood, but the air was thick with unspoken words.

Yoongi, for his part, seemed distant, his mind clearly elsewhere. Every so often, his gaze would meet hers across the table.

“Will you come next week?” Xiaoli asked, sipping her wine.

Y/N, momentarily distracted from her thoughts, looked up.

“Next week?”

Y/N glanced at Yoongi, who was already looking at her. She hesitated, unsure of committing to anything he did not allow earlier.

“Yes, Y/N promised Bo Cheng to teach him how to ride a horse, and I have some business to attend to.” Yoongi cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

“I could teach him,” Said Xiaoli, a bit jealous that their brother wanted Y/N to teach him when she was right there in the hotel.

Once Xiaoli and Taehyung will be with each other for eternity, the family of three then, will take their leave back to China.

The Triad leader attended his own business trips while his wife and children stayed with the “allying” clan.

He doesn’t know. None of them knows what Y/N did to herself, apart from Xiaoli, who herself doesn’t know every detail. They spreaded white lies to cover this “lapse of senses”. A misstep. Y/N hides the fading scar carefully to avoid any explanation. She wished to not tell them, and the kkangpae did not object to her wishes anymore. Whatever she wants, she gets. Usually, most of the time if she’s reasonable and clever about it.

The past months painstakingly helped them to get better. Or so Yoongi thought. Her priority was never to be his good wife, her priority is him thinking she will be his good obedient loving wife and when he won’t expect her to seek freedom anymore — she’ll disappear.

“I don't know about that, honey. You remember that nasty fall you took last year?” Her husband-to-be said nonchalantly. Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion.

“Fall?—“ she asked, doubting his words.

“What are you talking about?” Xiaoli herself was surprised at his words. She did not recall any falls. Y/N knew Xiaoli isn’t the best rider, but she was decent enough to hold any situation that would make her fall from the horse under control.

“I don’t remember that,—” she said, taking another long sip from her glass.

“You’d certainly remember falling from a horse. Why don’t I know about this, Yoongi?” Said Y/N turning herself to the quiet man.

“I was having a hard time keeping you here as you loved to go for a run back then. It must have slipped my mind—“

“My sister falling from a horse slipped your mind?”

“He did not know Y/N, until a lot later. Right, Hyung?” Taehyung smiled sweetly at her, defending his Kkangpae. As always. Y/N clicked her tongue and gifted Yoongi with a penetrating stare creating another layer of tension in the room.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He cleared his throat, attempting to gather his thoughts. The last thing he wants is to mess up their relationship again.

“You’re right, love. I should have told you once I got to know that,” Yoongi admitting guilt is a new trait he acquired these past months.

“How did she fall?” Y/N aimed her question at Taehyung as her sister clearly doesn't remember it.

“It wasn’t probably that bad if I don’t remember it, Unnie. Don’t worry about it anymore—“ the younger female answered before her fiance had the chance to do so.

Y/N sighed loudly but the hand under the table that was gripping her younger sister’s thigh was not seen by her eyes.

It was hard to keep focus, especially with Seokjin constantly needing her assistance at work. His stern demeanour and meticulous nature kept her on her toes, but she appreciated the distraction. She knew why she was at his beck and call. Yoongi demanded so. Under any circumstances she ought to be next to Seokjin.

The ambulance in the sanctuary was significantly smaller than the big sanitorium in the town, but there was still some work to do here too.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, leaning back in his chair and studying her intently.

“The usual,” she murmured, filling today’s report. Seokjin watched her for a moment, then brought the courage to ask.

“Have you been intimate?” Y/N dropped the pen at once and with wide eyes. She stared at him. The question came out of nowhere nor was it called for.

“Wh-what do you mean intimate?”

“Exactly what I said,” he replied calmly, not breaking eye contact.

“Have you been intimate with Yoongi again?”

“I don’t see how this is your business, Seokjin.” She felt her face flush with heat, a mix of embarrassment and anger.

“I’m not trying to pry. I’m your friend, but I’m also your doctor, sweetling—,” he said softly.

“Your health and well-being are my concern,” Seokjin explained. “And you know that if something’s affecting you emotionally or physically, it could impact your health.”

Bullcrap, he is in fact prying.

She was silent for a minute, trying to comprehend how he is taking care of her being this late. If she wouldn’t attempt to kill herself, these concerns wouldn’t be as great. But Y/N cannot afford to break havoc. She can’t go on rampage as she wants every single person here to think that she is moving towards being a good obedient wife of the Kkangpae. Even though she wants to scream to each and one of their faces about how much they failed her. How much they hurt her. Yet, patience is the key. Breathe, sleep, eat, endure.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, then decided to change the topic.

“What about your wife?” Seokjin’s eyes flickered with surprise before he masked it with a neutral expression. Y/N barely knew the woman. Matter of fact she has seen her maybe three times since the wedding.

“Very much pregnant,” he said, his voice a mix of pride and weariness.

“Oh,” Y/N replied, taken aback. “I didn’t know. Congratulations, I guess.” Here comes another thing that Yoongi managed to keep from her.

“Thank you, my dear,” Seokjin said, a small smile touching his lips. “It’s been… an interesting journey, to say the least.”

“I can imagine,—” Y/N said, sensing there was more beneath the surface.

“Can you imagine yourself on that journey?” Seokjin interrupted, his gaze searching her face.

She pretended that the question took her by surprise, looking down at her hands to not give herself away.

“I don’t know,” she admitted softly. He is testing her. “It’s hard to think about that kind of future with everything that’s going on.”

Seokjin nodded, his expression thoughtful. “It’s understandable. But it’s something to consider. Maybe a baby would help you to shush your demons away.”

Y/N’s heart raced at the suggestion, and she forced herself to maintain her composure. “I… I don’t think a baby is the answer, Seokjin. There’s so much I need to sort out first.”

“Sometimes, having something to focus on, something to live for, can make all the difference,” Seokjin said gently.

She nodded, still feeling uneasy about the direction of the conversation. Opting not to give more than she would want to by not answering his remark and going back to finish the report.

“Just know that you have options. And that you don’t have to go through any of this alone.”

“Thanks,” she replied, offering a small smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Of course she won’t.

Y/N entered the dimly lit room where Yoongi was sitting, his face illuminated by the soft glow of a lamp. He looked up as she closed the door behind her, his expression softened once he looked up from the papers. The office in the sanctuary remained the same apart from the fact that now the young Kkangpae occupies it far more often than before.

He took his glasses off and pushed himself away from the desk creating a space for her to come and stand in front of him, leaning against the massive wooden desk. Her hands felt the warmth of the wood that had been heated by the lamp, reflecting the same heat that radiated between them.

“Did you ask Seokjin to put thoughts into my head?” she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t ask him to, but I knew he would at some point try to give you some wisdom. What did he say?”

“That a baby would be the right treatment for me,” she replied, her voice tight with frustration.

Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly, then he closed them and exhaled deeply.

“I’m sorry, Dove—“

“Do you think that too?” she asked, searching his face. “That a baby would magically fix everything?”

Yoongi shook his head, stepping up from his chair and closer to her. “No, I don’t. A baby isn’t a solution to our problems—“ she didn’t believe one word that was coming out of this mouth. He wouldn’t break his knuckles this hard if he didn’t want the baby that Y/N took care of not happening anytime soon. Her system was full of herbal remedies. And now that she knows, the herbs flowing in her system are working, she can use that to her advantage.

“But that would make you happy right?” She countered, seeing through him. Softening her mimics to appeal to him.

“Well, yeah, I want a family with you someday—“

“Someday? The bandages on your knuckles says that you’re pretty eager to have it now—” she scoffed and murmured under her nose.

Yoongi’s eyes for once reflected something she couldn’t quite recognise. There was a mix of desperation and longing that flickered there. His hand reached out, trembling slightly, and cupped her cheek gently.

“Dove, I want us to be happy, truly happy. But I know bringing a child into this world won’t erase your pain or solve our problems. We need to fix ourselves first—” His thumb brushed her cheek tenderly.

“I’m sorry for being selfish, my love,” she felt a tear escape her eye, rolling down to where his thumb could catch it. She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch because that’s what always softens his edges.

After months, she has learnt what strings to pull to make him move just the way she wants to. Yet, Y/N knows that he isn’t that stupid to believe she suddenly wants to live with him happily ever after.

“I can pour us some wine. We can play the piano after dinner, hm?” He could feel her vulnerability, her heart laid bare before him. Or so he thought as she wanted him to think that. His hand continued to caress her cheek softly, his touch gentle yet laden with unspoken longing she sensed each time he attempted to get closer to her.

She nodded, a small pretentious smile playing on her lips as she stepped closer to him. The tension between them lingered.

He pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her forehead. “We will be good. We just need time with each other.”

He sat first, patting the space beside him, inviting her to join. Her fingers brushed the keys, eliciting a soft, mournful note. A melody that echoed in her mind far too often. An anthem for hurting. Weeping symphony, tears of sorrow.

He became far too respectful towards her boundaries which essentially was ruining all of her plans. Her fingers pressed the keys with delicate touch even when she wanted to smash them rock hard.

“Why this song?” She let the question hang in the air for a moment, her fingers poised above the keys as if weighing his words.

“Do you know what they interpret it as?” She finally said, her voice soft, barely audible above the lingering notes. Her eyes, once masked with a facade of calm, now revealed a flicker of the anguish she carried.

“Tell me,” he flipped the page of the notes book for her to continue the song.

“It’s a tale of unspoken grief, of wounds too deep to heal and shadows that never leave.”

He felt a shiver run down his spine as she said that. Part of him understood what message she was trying to leave and part of him wished he’s wrong.

“I view it as love lost and dreams shattered. They say it’s a lament for those who wander through life carrying burdens no one else can see.”

He carefully listened to all her words, all the notes she played, all her feelings she shared. Her fingers moved over the keys, each note a whisper of sorrow.

“The scars I carry inside,—“ His hand reached out to touch hers, a gesture of comfort. Stopping her from playing more.

“Let me help you carry that weight—“

“You created it in the first place.”

His eyes widened, a mixture of guilt and realisation flooding his expression. She pulled her hand away.

“The scars I carry, the emptiness I feel, they all trace back to you.”

His mind raced to comprehend the depth of her pain, trying to understand her intentions. It’s not like he ever expected her to say it out loud.

“You created emptiness in me Yoongi—“

He felt his heart clench with guilt and regret. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. It was nothing new. She heard his apologies but she was yet to accept them

She turned back to the piano, her fingers resting on the keys but not playing. “Intentions don’t change the past,” she said softly. “The pain remains—“

“But the future can learn from mistakes.”

“I will. I’ll learn—“ He began before she interrupted him.

“You need to fill the space now.” His eyes lit up listening to her words. In his mind, this was it. The holy grail. In her mind, she was wrapping him around her finger before she would bounce away like a pebble on the pond.

“Heal me if you must.”

These were her last words before the distance between them shrank, the intensity of their emotions drawing them closer. He leaned in, his heart pounding in his chest that she could almost hear it but Y/N didn’t pull away.

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, a delicate brush that spoke of apology, of yearning, and of promises yet to be fulfilled. Her heart cried and the song remained echoing in her mind.

As they pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting against each other, Yoongi felt a warmth spread through him, chasing away the cold shadows of regret. She looked at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. His thoughts were swirling with one thing only — this was the real beginning of them. And it was the beginning.

The beginning of the end.

I N T E R L O G U E

The walls were lined with bookshelves, each shelf overflowing with dusty tomes and old papers. A large, ornate desk stood in the centre, its surface cluttered with stacks of documents.

Seokjin rarely sends her to this room as they also rarely stay in the hanok the sanctuary has for medical assistance to those who live here.

She approached slowly, her fingers brushing over the worn leather of a chair before settling on a stack of yellowed files that he asked to bring. It was then when her eyes caught the opened crimson red files that laid flat open on the desk. The ones that the doctor forgot to take with him the other time he had to run and tend to the lady of the house in the middle of the night. They stayed there, laid open, for several weeks. Touched by a thin layer of dust on top of it.

Kim Seokjin is renowned in his field of practice. Yet, this was going to be his great mistake. Inside, there were detailed medical records, notes written in a precise, almost mechanical hand. The words on the pages made her stomach churn—phrases like “prefrontal lobotomy,” “behavioural correction,” and “psychosurgical intervention” leapt out at her. She read on, horrified by the cold, clinical descriptions of procedures that seemed more like torture than treatment.

Her hand flew to her mouth to not let the wailing cry away.

Trembling, she pushed the file aside and reached for the next one. Not bearing what they’ve done to her sister. Y/N’s hands shook as she read through the files, each word a dagger to her heart. The clinical detachment with which the procedures were described made her feel sick. These were not just medical records—they were accounts of inhuman experiments carried out in the name of science, or more so — control.

The name on this file was all too familiar, it was Jin’s wife. He must have done it before the wedding as she seemed far too calm. Her heart pounded in her chest as she opened it, fearing what she might find. The contents were similar—detailed accounts of medical procedures, records of a lobotomy performed in a desperate attempt to “cure” her of what the notes described as “hysteria” and “unmanageable behaviour.”

Y/N felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She stumbled back from the desk, her mind reeling from the revelations. The room seemed to close in around her, the shadows deepening as the weight of what she had discovered settled on her shoulders.

The name on the empty file under those made her anxious, hysteric even more as the tag had Min Y/N written on it.

She wiped her tears but they couldn't stop falling.

“Y/N?”

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[thehandsresisthim]

“tranquility”

contains: yandere link (botw/totk) x reader, nothing too explicit, but still 18+, ise-kaid reader but it kinda just starts when you’re already in hyrule, maybe i’ll post the next ‘chapters’ the following weeks if i remember to ehem

word count: ~1400

You and him find a secluded spot in the woods to spend the night.

He thoroughly scouts out the immediate area for a moment, making sure that there are no monsters around.

It’s late into the night, almost midnight, so he hurries up preparing everything - not that there’s much to prepare. But he lights a fire, and he puts down his bedroll, and he tells you to use it. He’ll keep watch, he tells you.

“Is this really okay?” you say in a tired voice.

He nods. “I bet you’re not used to sleeping on the ground.”

“Mmh.” you would argue further, but you’re so tired that you don’t protest, just lay down. It’s not as bad as you thought. He insisted on making sure there were no rocks beneath the bedroll, not even the tiniest thing - smooth ground all the way. You pull the thin covers over you and rest your head on the pillow. You don’t close your eyes yet, however.

He looks at you and smiles. “Sleep well.”

Quickly after, you fall asleep.

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It’s early morning, around four, when you wake again. He’s laying next to you, arms tightly wrapped around you, right hand placed beneath your shirt, on your back. His hand feels surprisingly soft, although some of the callousness you’d expect due to his, uh, living circumstances, is also there. He’s breathing softly, and definitely asleep. His sword and other weapons are placed right next to the bed roll.

You find yourself not knowing how to react. Although this is definitely a bit forward, he did lend you his bedroll, and has been so, so nice to you so far. If not for him… you don’t know how you would’ve gotten along in this world. Probably gobbled up by some monsters. He deserves some rest too…

A voice - his voice - snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Darling…”

You notice that he’s sleeping - breathing as softly and evenly as before, hand still located on your back. Perhaps he is dreaming about his lover? You hope that this isn’t one of those dreams. That’d be really weird. But you guess that even if that’s so - not like that’d be his fault. He can’t help what he’s dreaming about.

“‘M… never… going to let you go,” he continues.

You can’t help but smile a little. Yes, you decide, he’s definitely dreaming about a lover. You wonder if you’ll ever meet them. You fall asleep again.

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It’s later in the morning when you wake up again.

You stretch and yawn. He gives you a friendly nod once he sees that you’re awake and waves at you.

“Good morning!” you say.

He smiles back at you, then turns back to the fireplace. He seems to be grilling the mushrooms he collected yesterday. You smile at the smell and get up from the bedroll.

He’s wearing his armour, and all of his weapons on him. You remember that he did wear his armour in bed with you - you felt the metal on his shoulders pressed against your chest - he must’ve put the weapons back on. It only makes sense, after all.

You can’t help but think of him sleeping next to you… he seems to be unbothered by it. Maybe it’s just a common thing among travellers? You decide to not think anything else of it.

You fold the blanket and the pillow, and roll up the bedroll. You have to bend over to pick up the bedroll, and you feel like he glances over at you for a moment as you do so…

Snap out of it! you tell yourself. He’s probably just making sure that you’re folding it up correctly. Besides, if you’re going with the dream he had earlier, he's already got someone else, so don’t get your hopes up!

You place all the parts of the makeshift bed together. He doesn’t look at you again, but rather, seems to stare at the fire and continue preparing the mushrooms.

You decide that since he’s made sure that the area is safe just last night, some mild exploring might do you some good. The noise of your steps is overshadowed by the cackling fire and muffled by the dampness of the forest floor.

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After a few more minutes of roasting the mushrooms over the fire, he stretches a little and decides to sit down. As he stares into the fire, he reflects on last night. Admittedly, laying down next to you was a bit forward…

But then again. He allowed you to travel with him, although you’re slower, and he allowed you to sleep on his bedroll. And he defended you against the monsters, and he’s making you food right now. He deserves a bit of comfort, doesn’t he?

‘Hopefully, the bedroll will keep her scent for a while.’ he catches himself thinking. ‘If she’s always with me… then I’ll never have to worry about that…’ a part of his mind continues.

He catches himself staring into the flames and entertaining the thought. He imagines you living with him, in a house built by him, near a village of your choosing. He imagines you and him sleeping next to each other, perhaps even more entangled together than last night.

He could make you food. Maybe you could keep horses. He could use his strong arms and knowledge of weapons for something other than fighting. Although… if someone were to get too close to you… He’ll make sure to never forget how to properly handle people like that.

But there’s a certain tranquillity in thinking about how everyday life would be with you.

You and him could design a house together: you said you’d like to stargaze, so obviously, there’d be a large balcony.

It could connect to the bedroom; he imagines a big bed where you can sleep on the proper mattress that you deserve. Next to him, of course. He could build it himself. He knows that he’s rather strong; so, since he wants it to be a place where he can have you all to himself, he’ll need to make sure that the bed is built in a way to be able to keep up with that. And it’ll need a big canopy - a physical thing to keep out the outside world. He’ll get to keep you all to himself there.

And he’ll build you a nice big closet, so that you can keep all the luxurious clothes he’ll buy for you. He wonders what you’d like to wear… He thinks about buying you jewellery. Small amber earrings. A necklace… perhaps one of those tight ones, that would go around your neck. And he’d make sure that you have a ring on, too, just like he will. He wants you to have a closet full of pretty clothes. Maybe you’d ‘steal’ some of his too… you in his tunic… he smiles at the thought. You, in the morning, perhaps still slightly sleepy - quickly getting out of bed, searching for something to wear. Maybe you’d just quickly slip on some of his clothes. You’d sit on a nearby chair and smile at him. And there’d be a big desk for you to paint and craft and write by.

You’d also want a nice bathroom, probably. A really modern one, where you could shower… perhaps with him. And it’d need a bathtub, too!

And he’d make sure to build a strong, big staircase… it could lead right into the living room. He’d like a kitchen area that would connect to the living room… just a big open space. So that he can always watch you. You could cook together, and he’d make all your favourite meals. And he’d make sure that you’d have a big sofa, to cuddle on and hang out on and maybe indulge in other activities there too.

The windows would be big and open, to always let the sun in.

And maybe, if you’d like it, you’d keep horses. He wonders what you’d name yours. He could teach you how to ride… maybe help you catch one. Or maybe you’d only have one horse, and he’d never teach you to ride, so that you’d always have to rely on him to get around. So that he’d always be around you. And you’d sit behind him on his horse, and he’d purposely ride a little faster than you’re used to, and you’d hold onto his waist.

He finds himself smiling. The thought makes him feel warm inside, in a way that he’s not used to. He thinks that you must be feeling hungry, so he picks up one of the mushroom skewers from the fireplace. He turns around to face you. His smile falls. You’re not there.

i swear if i was isekai-d (?) to hyrule i’d be killed for blasphemy in seconds - “lmao weak ass goddess hylia needing a nine year old to fight her battles for h-“ *gets struck down by lightning*

uhhh enough babbling hope you enjoyed ❤️ comments and likes are always appreciated, same as reblogs of course!! master list is here :)

18+ short fic abt link warming your strap is here if that suits your fancy hehe

[lieutenant76]

Jack…I’m sorry… you’re even my namesake. I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN TO LEAVE YOU.

[m3vl0vesu]

I don't want to be found, right?

WIP

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It was dark and cold, but when is it not? Especially in this cruel city, there is no escaping the eventual emptiness you feel. It seems like whenever your not hating yourself your distracting the hate. Of course it's not healthy, but of course you were going to deal with it on your own. Always have and...always will? It seemed like that until you kept on bumping into the one of the many masked heroes of Gotham. He seemed to always catch you during the worst times, once he literally did catch you. It was definitely weird with how many times you'd just end up spotting him in the corner of your eye, and sure there should've been more of a concern in your head but now someone cared. Albeit it was a crime-fighting stranger but it's better than no-one, it's better than before. Now whenever you cried there would be tanned hands to wipe the tears away and whisper sweet nothings in you ear until they stopped. Now? Maybe there was a reason to smile, a reason to be happy.

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A/N: First actual post!! Uhm...this kinda sucks imo but let me know what you think! I'm always down for constructive criticism, just don'r be too mean please 🥺. Also still very new to tumblr, by lovelies <33

[utageboyz]

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 [𝑰]

CW (content warning) : kidnapping, stalking, manipulation, sadistic yandere, death, abuse, cutting (not in a suicidal way though)

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𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 ! 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

✦ 𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 and 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 both definitely use manipulation as a way to break your poor, naive mind. It runs in the family blood I suppose?

They won't use any physical means, but if that is the only option they either have, that will make you finally obey and love them back, then they'll have to resort to it

✦ 𝑨·𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒂 enjoys playing around with your emotions to see how easily you break under his control, just like the finest wine

He'd often put you in overwhelming situations that bring out the very emotions but he finds most fun when you're scared, putting you in places with high amounts of danger

the worst time you experienced it was when he dragged you into a domain where an abyss herald lied

Let's say you wouldn't be able to sleep for the next few nights only remembering those words he told you which ran shivers down your spine

"This is the reason why I keep you here so if you want to escape into the pits of danger, be my guest~"

✦ 𝑹·𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒄 hides many of his secrets and you are no exception to this, only keeping you hidden in your own 'personal' room were no one will ever know were you are or who you are

keeping you safe also is something he also never leaves unchecked; anything that is sharp should be removed immediately and water usage should be limited because what happens if you ended up drowning?!

Its the main reason why your still alive that's all, so there's nothing.. nothing that will ever help you leave

✦ 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂 is more of a distant yandere who would stalk you from afar and where ever you are that is, your never alone

Though she indeed wishes for you to be hers, she still enjoys taking small little pictures of you and some of your belonging without you ever knowing

Now where to put it..

✦ 𝑳·𝒆𝒖𝒍𝒂 is mostly a mix of a tsudere and yandere so I feel like she may be more of a calmer yandere than most others

She is alway weary of you getting hurt and if someone dared to lay a figure on you, then I guess you could say they're out of commission for a while

✦ 𝑮·𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏 always tries to keep her yandere like tendancies hidden from the outside especially from you, but when that thread breaks there no turning back

after kidnapping you in secret, when there was no one in sight, she had completely changed in personality from her usual self, only to be lovesick and filled with desire

is this what happens when you keep your very addiction in the very abyss, only falling into it yourself?

✦ 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊 is very sadistic when it comes to you though he does enjoy the pained faces of his rivals who dare ruin your relationship

He will cherish the moment in that of sonnets and poems he makes to soon perform them in angle's share, but don't worry they won't know what it really means

"Your sweet voice brings me life, and your skin that is marked with but love makes my heart ache"

✦ 𝒛𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊 though he doesn't have enough mora to give you the most expensive gifts like ninguang, he still gives you the best gift he could possibly think of

After well.. disposing another pest, he would cut and decapitate said rival, then soon placing and wrapping it up in a box before giving it to you with a sweet, charming smile

"What's that face of disgust for darling?"

✦ 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆 loves and I mean loves seeing you in pain or distress, it only gives him that adrenaline rush of pleasure

Whenever you try to run away from his grasp, it only excites him more as he only imagines pining your tired and weak body to the ground while whispering sweet nothings to your ear praising you for being his little toy to play with

"What a fun game we played! Though it would be more fun if we did something more exciting"

✦ 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒈 is the type of person to show of her darling, making you wear such elegant and sometimes pretty revealing clothes with many jewels and expensive accessories brings her with delight

If you dare say no she would only give you a threatening glare before whispering in your ear

"Don't you remember what you promised? If so, I don't mind teaching you a little lesson~"

✦ 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒖 is a protective yandere, yet she isn't really restrictive and controlling since she doesn't want you to view her as a very bad person

If someone were to either hurt you or go against your boundaries then it's a fair warning that doing so would cause serious problems

✦ 𝑲·𝒌𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂 and his punishments can be either a 50/50 depending on how bad you had been

If it was just a minor thing like talking with another person that isn't him (or Tomo since he is his best friend) then it will only go as far into him locking you up in a room with some food for maybe 5 hours to be fair

But boy oh boy, if you tried to make an escape attempt or anything worse along the lines of that, the next day you'll end up waking up with multiple burn marks and bruises as a way to teach you to behave

"It seems with the little act you tried to pull there, it would be fair to brand your skin with burn marks"

✦𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒐 (𝒌𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂'𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅) I don't really know to much about his character but here's what I think: he's pretty much lovesick about you

Everyday and night he'd worship you as his god and offering you gifts ever so often, one time he hand gave you a small vile of his blood, that he cut from his wrist just for you

"I will do anything for you, wether it's dying or making a sacrifice, I will cherish you until this world burns"

✦ 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 is definitely and i mean definitely one of the most cruelest yanderes and you can not change my mind otherwise!!

He would constantly degrade you with such hurtful names, beat and mark you with dark, noticeable scars as a little reminder that you only belong to him and only him, because he enjoys seeing you in such a broken state

If you are broken just so much and submit under him, he'd only be kind enough to give you a small amount of mercy

Even so he will never stop until his darling is just perfect enough for him, a mindless puppet

✦ 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂 definitely treats you like a royal praising you constantly whenever you've been such a good lover

He will give you anything you want; Do you want to try this new dish from this certain restaurant, no problem! Did you find a very nice outfit, don't worry he'll buy it without any hesitation!

Though if you have been a very naughty little lover, maybe those privileges will be gone even leaving him to starve you for maybe 1 or 2 days

"Oh! do you want this, my love? I'll make sure to buy it, so don't worry to much on the mora"

✦𝑨·𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐 is very playful when it comes to him being a yandere, but it's never so often that he would keep that bubbly self; instead it can be more dangerous and animalistic-like

If you did try to break up with him, you'd always have to play a game of "chase the little s/o" or "where is the bunny hiding?" (which is his little version of hide and seek and It)

If he won either of those games, then I guess you'll just have to stay there in this den you live in

but if you win, well.. after just taking one step out, then you'd only get a little head start before you'd get dragged back by him again

✦𝑹·𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒏 is cold and has a hard exterior, but when it comes to you, it only changes by only a small amount though it still doesn't change the fact she loves you

Her choice of place to keep you caged up is mostly the plain of euthymia since that's the only place were she can keep you all to herself for her own desires

She often gets irritated whenever you'd try to resist her or beg her to let you live your once normal life

so if you dare to make anything that goes against her orders, she doesn't mind getting that little brain of yours to learn it's place

✦𝑲·𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒂 is one strict yandere, similar to Ei so there really isn't much of a difference to how they'd act, a student following their teacher's path

When you would ever try to escape there is not much of a chance you could, besides you  have a large amount of guards guarding each corner of the corridors outside, so it's only going to leave you with the same results

Though if you were to escape, the tengu would seek you out herself and once finally catching her prey, her aura turning darker and scary by the second

"Try and make that attempt again and you'll never get to see the light of day ever again, understand?"

[illumisplumpcherry]

No Power

cont: yandere themes; stalking; mentions of violence; choking; pregnancy; polyamory; fwb; forced affection; drugging; blood; a sprinkle of nswf 18+ mdni!!

I wrote this short story for a friend of mine who wanted some elements of horror. I was to also include a specific set of idols that she requested. She wanted a surprise reveal at the end.

groups: sf9 ▪︎ ateez ▪︎ x1

The slight drizzle of rain during the afternoon paved the way for a thunderous stormy night. The power had just gone off in Seungyoun’s apartment. Accustomed to this reoccurring inconvenience, he lights a couple of candles and grabs his fm radio. What better way to pass the time than browsing through a variety of radio stations? He was old-fashioned.

Part of him wanted to see if his neighbors upstairs were okay. One of them was his best friend; a pregnant woman nearing her third trimester. The other woman was his ex-girlfriend. Despite the end of their six month relationship, they still remained pretty close. It was as if nothing happened. At least that's how she seems to view it.

Seungyoun walks up to the sliding door that leads to his balcony. He abruptly opens it. The harsh raindrops hitting against the surface was calming to his hectic mind. He steps one foot out the door, debating on whether to surrender to the rain or remain dry and warm. The decision was hard for him. If he went out in the rain, that would remind him of the time he spent with his ex. She loved the rain. He loved her.

His phone vibrates repeatedly on the small coffee table that he just had his feet resting on. Not to his surprise, it's his ex.

"Is Arabella okay? Does she need anything?" he frantically inquires.

"She's fine. She enjoys thunderstorms, remember?" the woman reminded.

"But does the baby like it?"

She can't help but laugh at his adorable sense of humor. Most people often found it lame, but it brought her joy.

"The baby likes it for sure. Are you okay down there? Wanna come up for a while? We finally invested in one of those small generators....not completely sure if it's allowed in our building but oh well. It's keeping our heater on." She insisted.

He was more than ready to accept the offer but he felt that he wouldn't be great company. He wasn't in the best mental state recently. There were days that he couldn't even remember if he went to work or not. If he had eaten or taken his medication. Just strange gaps in his memory. And on the days he missed her, he'd have to avoid anything that reminded him of their relationship. Sure it was only six months. But that was the happiest he ever was. It's going to take him a long time to come to terms with not being viewed in a romantic light anymore.

"You know... I think I'm just going to stick it out down here..." he hesitates

"Oh come on. Don't isolate yourself."

"Don't worry I'll be fine. Just make sure to call me if you need anything. Okay?" He emphasized.

"Of course," she says in a disappointed tone.

"Sunhee."

"Yeah?"

"Don't let him in tonight..."

"I gotta go, Arabella needs me to massage her back. It's inflamed..."

As expected, the conversation ends awkwardly. Like always. Seungyoun gets the bright idea of distracting himself. He started toying with the dial on his radio. For a moment he listened to the news station talking about thunderstorms warnings. We know already. He hears faint jazz music but can't seem to locate the right frequency. His brief annoyance was cut off by remembering that Sunhee liked jazz. Onto the next station then.

Seungyoun felt like he was going crazy because he started to hear her voice on the radio. Before he decided to turn it off he heard a more clear expression.

"Why is he being like this?" Sunhee lamented.

Seungyoun's eyes widened in shock and slight excitement. He looks back on the conversation he and Arabella had the previous week about her ordering baby monitors for the nursery. They must've come. He smiled to himself.

"Girl. He's fine, he just needs a little time to get himself together" Arabella assured.

He undoubtedly thought they were conversing about him. Who else could they be talking about?

"Do you think he'll show up again tonight? I don't know if I'll be able to ignore him this time" Sunhee pressed.

He frowned at the thought of Sunhee worrying about another guy. Especially the guy he just told her not to let it. But Sunhee did promise that she would distance herself from him. So he trusted that she would keep her word no matter how much pity she felt towards him. Arabella was also there to keep her grounded. The frequency became distorted as the sky roared with thunder. That was his cue anyways. He was starting to feel a twinge of guilt from eavesdropping.

~

The man struggled to put his key in the apartment door. His hands were shaking uncontrollably. The jingle from his keys became more rapid. He didn't know the passcode to the keypad but thankfully he had another way of entry. Frantically looking over his shoulders, he forces the key in and pushes himself into the apartment. Water gushed from his boots as he took them off. He's soaked. He knew he would have to stand there until someone greeted him. He needed permission to actually walk through.

"Chani?" Bella gave him a perplexed look. It wasn't uncommon for him to just show up considering the fact that he has a key. But why was he out so late in the middle of the a storm."What are you doing here? What's going on? Is your power out too?"

"Umm yeah... Is it okay if I go to the bathroom?" He nervously asked.

Arabella looked him up and down. He was paler than normal. His normally bright eyes were red and puffy. The sparkle was gone. From the looks of it, he seemed frightened.

"Sure love, come on in." Sunhee monotoned as she walked around the corner.

"Thanks darling" he hurried down the hall.

"What is up with him? Did you invite him over? Like of course I don't mind. But he's kinda scaring me with those freaked out expressions on his face" Sunhee frets.

Before Arabella can respond, there's a light knock at the door. Since the power is out they can't use their outside camera to see who it is. And no peepholes exist in this apartment complex. They would've been extremely helpful though. Since the whole vibe shifted when Chani arrived, the women were quite nervous. Almost afraid.

"Uh...I'll get it," Sunhee hesitates.

"Nope. Ion trust it. Let's wait for Chani to come out" Bella cautioned.

"I'm here, what's wrong?" Chani asked, walking towards them. He's completely dry and changed into new clothes. That was fast. He sets the bag he brought with him near the door. Arabella noticed a small red stain on his previous shirt that's sticking out of the bag. It resembled blood. Why would Chani have blood on him? That doesn't even make sense. He jammed the shirt into the bag and zipped it tightly. The light knocking persists.

"WHO IS IT" he hollered, voice deeper than normal.

The girls jump at the sudden raise in his voice. He was definitely on edge.

"Dude, open up" said a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

He rolled his eyes and reluctantly unlocked the door. Two tall men invite themselves into the apartment.

"How's my beautiful baby mama doin?" Asked the first man walking in.

Arabella quickly pulled him into a hug. The excitement of seeing the father of her child never got old.

"Jaeyoon, what are you doing here? Y'all came out in the middle of a storm to visit us?" Bella asked, while laying her head on his chest.

"I was worried. So if it's okay with y'all, we'll be spending the night" he decided. It's was as simple as that. So let him say it, so let it be done.

He lovingly rubs Arabella's bump and plants a small kiss on her forehead. She wanted more but decided to wait until they got into her room. The other man that tagged along didn't seem to care enough to hide his desires.

He walked up to Sunhee and forcefully grabbed her waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss while placing his big hand on her bottom. He roughly smacked it, prompting her to open her mouth more. He wanted to be all up in.

"Hwiyoung don't eat her face off...my goodness" Chani groans.

He pulls away leaving her breathless. This man wasn't even her man for real. Yet. But he didn't care. He did what he wanted. When he wanted to. Nice guy though.

"I need a moment..." Sunhee whispers

He grabbed her arm before she walked away. He yanked her towards the couch. He sat down and patted the empty space next to him.

"Oh no you don't. You're not getting away from me that easily. Sit down. Let's spend time together." He grinned.

Sunhee complied and did as he said. He put his arm around her and leaned closer to her ear. He started whispering some unmentionable things to her. When she tried to pull away from embarrassment he just snatched her back. Hwiyoung wanted her to know what he had planned for her. Every. Single. Detail.

As Arabella watched with curiosity, Chani harshly pulled Jaeyoon into the kitchen. The warm and cheery expression plastered on Jaeyoon's face disappeared. Chani grabbed both of his shoulders. He was tense as well. Chani spotted droplets of blood near the back of Jaeyoon’s neck. Thankfully he hasn’t taken his jacket off yet. And thankfully Arabella was too short to see. Chani quietly dragged him to the bathroom. He peeked around the corner to see the girls chatting it up with Hwiyoung. He seemed completely unbothered by the events that took place just before they arrived. He was spotless too. Chani sighed. Why was Hwiyoung so calm? Once in the bathroom he aggressively snatched Jaeyoon’s jacket off.

“Dude I can do it myself…” he whispered 

“Jae, is he alright? He’s not dead right?!? I knew we should’ve just ignored him.” Chani stressed. 

“I don’t know honestly. But he got what he deserved. He threatened to come here again but said he would get in this time. Did you think I was just gonna let him off that easily? Let him walk away after he told us thay he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted? Hell no.” Jaeyoon snapped.

“I know but… there was so much blood!!” 

“I need you to calm down. We’re in this together. If he ends up dying I’ll figure it out. My family has connections for everything. Chani. We did this for them. He's been stalking Sunhee for months. Who knows what he would've done if we didn't step in? Once you realize that, you’ll stop worrying.” he says, wiping the blood off of his neck. 

There was more blood on his arms and his hands were slightly bruised. The bathroom was well lit enough for him to thoroughly clean up. Although the power was out, Sunhee and Arabella’s apartment was adorned with many scented candles and fairy lights that were battery powered. So overall most of the apartment was well lit. 

“Hand me my other shirt.” Jaeyoon said while taking off his blood stained one. Chani almost gagged. He was filled with so much anxiety that he was nauseous. He walked out of the bathroom to give Jaeyoon some privacy. He was also fearful of how nonchalant his friends were being. He was truly getting sick.

“Chani come play uno baby boy” Arabella called out as she saw him walking into the kitchen. “And where’s Jaeyoon? Is he pooping?” she giggled.

“Yeah something like that…” he laughed.

He sat on the floor next to Sunhee. I guess she couldn’t handle being that close to Hwiyoung. Chani wanted to flirt with her too, but he was mentally challenged at the moment. Bless him. Arabella sat on the couch next to Hwiyoung. She was turned at an angle so he wouldn’t see her cards. He got them wandering eyes. 

For the most part, Chani began to feel a little better. Being distracted by his friends helped. Laying on Sunhee’s shoulder and sniffing her relaxed him as well. He hears Jaeyoon’s words again. For her. I did this for her. 

He pulls her closer and glances at Hwiyoung to see his reaction. He was too busy messing with Arabella. Chani took this as an opportunity to plant a small kiss on her neck. She squealed, playfully pushing him away.

Jaeyoon finally appeared and sat on the other side of Bella. For someone who supposedly just pooped he smells wonderful. But she knew that wasn't the case just as much as she knew that they were all hiding something. 

Chani needed some attention from Bella and Sunhee to put his mind at ease. He knew what they did was worth it, but he desperately needed reassurance to stop himself from going crazy. 

“Hey, can you guys show me the nursery again?” Chani blurted out.

Hwiyoung and Jaeyoon immediately glare at him. Just what was he up to? It was obvious that he wanted to talk to them alone. They trusted him, so they granted him that privilege and decided to stay in the living room while they took him back there. 

“You guys have lights in every room, it’s so pretty” he smiled. “I assume you guys share a room now”

The girl’s apartment was on the smaller side. Despite Jaeyoon's constant attempts of having them move in with him, they wanted to stay here. They only had two bedrooms, but needed to give one up for the nursery. They didn’t mind though. They were used to sharing everything. Including their men. 

“Baby boy...why are we really back here?” Arabella smirked as she closed the door.

“I think I know why” Sunhee purred as she pushed him against the wall.

Arabella stands on the side of them, gently caressing his soft hair. This is what he wanted. But why was he so nervous? Was it the guilt? His worrisome thoughts perished when Bella pressed her lips against his. Sunhee lifted his shirt a bit and rubbed her hand up and down his toned abs. They were so cute to her. She started with small kisses on his neck which quickly turned into biting. A deep moan escaped his mouth as he pulled Sunhee closer. Just when Arabella’s wandering hand finally found its way to his zipper, he winced in pain. The girls immediately broke away.

“What’s wrong!?” panicked Arabella

“Uh nothing…” he lied holding his side.

Arabella frowned and lifted his shirt all the way up to find a large bruise on the left side of his abdomen and near his ribcage. Sunhee was a nurse, so she knew a few of his ribs were broken. Her blood was boiling.

“WHO DID IT!! WHY ARE YOU HURT” she screamed.

They guys heard her yelling and ran back there. She was shaking Chani to get an answer out of him. Tears began to fill his eyes. He so desperately wanted to tell her. Arabella walks back and forth to calm down. She was enraged at the thought of someone hurting her Chani. Jaeyoon snatched Sunhee away from him and pulled her into a hug.

“ I need you to relax, okay? I don’t want you and Bella getting too worked up. Especially Bella” he insisted. 

“Nah Jae, who did it?? Y’all been acting real sus since yall got here” Sunhee snapped.

~

Meanwhile, Seungyoun was listening in on all of this. He told himself he wouldn’t be nosy but he knew that was a lie. The sound of Sunhee and Arabella’s moans mixed with another guy made him sick. He suppressed the rage he felt and  listened carefully to what was being said.

“If you must know what happened, we were at a bar and some jerk started a fight with him. Chani won of course, but not without getting bopped a couple times.” Hwiyoung lied.

“Why didn’t you take him to the hospital??” Arabella yelled, pushing him.

“We didn’t know he was hurt this bad. We asked him multiple times if he was okay and he said yes.” Jaeyoon explained.

Seungyoun wasn’t even there and he could tell they were lying. All men do is lie. Seungwoo did text him about a fight breaking out at the bar though. But the guys involved took it outside. Maybe they were at the same bar and telling the truth. Something was still off though. Seungwoo hadn’t met Chani and his friends yet. Maybe he’s seen a picture or two but he doubts he would recognize them. 

Seungyoun reaches for his phone to call Sunhee to see if everything is okay but it dies right after the first ring. Of course he forgot to charge the power bank. When he got up from his bed and walked into the living room he realized he never closed the sliding door. The floor wasn’t as wet as he thought it would be but he still needed a towel. He went to grab one from the bathroom and when he came back the door was closed and all his candles were blown out. There was some light coming in because one of the street lights was still on. So Seungyoun was able to see the wet boot prints on his hardwood floors. A wide smile crept upon his face.

~

Arabella was against the wall with a large hand wrapped around her neck. Jaeyoon idly stood to the side and watched. Hwiyoung’s seductive gaze had her quivering. She had gotten smart with him and that was unacceptable. She swore he was a different guy past midnight.

“Baby you can’t yell at daddy like that.”

“But Sunhee yelled at you too…” she breathed.

“Oh she did?” He turns around to find her standing behind Jaeyoon. She wrapped her arms around his waist. She had gotten a little nervous.

“I’ll deal with her later,” he smirked.

Hwiyoung let her go and motioned his head towards her room. She didn’t hesitate to start walking. Chani sneakily followed them and closed the door behind him. Sunhee pulled away from Jaeyoon and turned him around.

“You just gonna let them take your woman” she giggled

“She got smart with him, she’s gonna get what she deserved. You’re my woman too and I most definitely recall you going off on me as well my love” he cutely smiled. He was scary too. It be the nicest ones. He roughly grabbed her face.

“Chani will be okay, baby. Don’t question it anymore. He’s not that hurt considering the fact that he’s about to fuck Bella.” he said calmly, inching closer to her face.

Sunhee nodded as best as she could, his grip was so strong. Jaeyoon closed the door. They were still in the nursery but he didn’t seem to care. He bent her over one of the dressers. 

“It would make sense if we made another baby in here, right?” he said, grabbing a handful of her curls. He yanked her hair when she didn’t respond. Her moan was enough of a response. She liked being taken like this. It was her favorite position right now. She was on birth control, but the idea of being pregnant was appealing at the moment. Especially by him.

The two men in Seungyoun’s apartment sat in silence as they listened to everything happening to Sunhee through the monitor. They thoroughly enjoyed hearing her moans and whimpers right up until she said Jaeyoon’s name. One of the men threw the radio off of the balcony. That was the last straw. 

~ 

Sunhee laid next to Arabella, caressing her stomach. She cleaned her up after her more than passionate encounter with Hwiyoung and Chani. There was a permanent smile glued on her face. Even in her sleep. She was more than satisfied. They wore her out in the best way possible.

But sunhee could’t sleep. The storm only got worse. She too loved thunderstorms but this was getting scary. The men were in the living room sleeping on the couch and floor. She could hear Chani snoring from her room. She lets out a deep sigh as she tries to suppress her paranoia. It didn’t help when Chani suddenly stopped snoring. She shook her head and thought to herself that he’ll start snoring again shortly. It was something so simple but it worried her. Sunhee waited a couple minutes and finally decided to check on him. 

She slowly stepped out of the bedroom and was startled upon seeing that all of the lights and candles were out. Even in the bathroom and nursery. Why would they turn all the lights off? She looked back at Arabella sleeping peacefully in the bed and closed the door. At least the fairy lights in their room were still on. She walked into the living room to see the men knocked out. But something was unsettling about how still they were. She kneeled down next to Chani on the floor. Sunhee checked for a pulse on his neck. It was so like her to assume they were dead or something. She almost thought he was until she felt it. But it was slower than normal, even for someone that’s sleeping. She did the same to Jaeyoon and Hwiyoung and they too were like Chani. Sunhee concluded that they must’ve been drugged. It was a far fetched idea but that was the only reasonable explanation. It made even more sense when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the front door was slightly opened. Her heart started racing. 

She frantically tried to shake them awake but to no avail. The thunder erupting made her scream. Sunhee saw a dark figure on her balcony. When lightning filled the sky she caught a glimpse of their face. She bolted towards her room and locked the door behind her. Her mouth was dry as she tried to swallow. She felt a lump in her throat as her breathing intensified. She searched for her phone in a panic and realized both her and Arabella’s phone was charging next to the generator in the living room that was bashed in. She quietly whines to herself. Arabella wakes up frantically to the sound of Sunhee crying.

“Honey? What’s wrong??” she whispered. Sunhee grabs both of her hands shakily. Arabella can feel her anxiety flaring up.

“He’s here...he got in somehow...and and and he drugged the guys. They’re alive but they won’t wake up. We need to get out of here” she sobbed.

“Our phones are in the living room though!! Look, I’m sure he won’t hurt us. He loves us” Arabella tries to convince herself.

“Dude, he’s changed though. I’ve been ignoring him for a while now, yet he shows up at least thrice a week banging on the door and sobbing, begging me to talk to him. The neighbors threaten him each time he does it too. Maybe he’s snapped”

“We can take him. I don’t want to hurt him but I will protect us” She says standing up.

“Bella, no sit down please..”

There’s a knock at the bedroom door and a familiar sob. The door knob turns back and forth as the man tries to get in.

“SUNHEE SUNHEE PLEASE LET ME IN. I LOVE YOU I MISS YOU LET ME IN” he cries. His voice is unsettling and distorted. She often hears those cries in her nightmares. He sobs as if he’s being tortured. It’s so disturbing. The banging on the door intensifies. Sunhee grabs Arabella and rushes to the closet. They keep a baseball bat there. The sky roared with persistent and immense thunder, making the entire apartment complex vibrate. The perfect weather to drown out any screams or pleas.

“Don’t let him in,” cried out another voice. The two women stare at each other in shock and slight relief. Seungyoun? He was there there to save them. To protect them from the deranged psychopath breaking down their door.

“Let him in. let him in. let us in! we love you both so much” Seungyoun laughs this time. A maniacal laugh. A cynical laugh. A terrifying laugh. “PLEASE SUNHEE I WON’T HURT YOU I WON’T HURT BELLA SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND I CAN RAISE OUR BABY” Seungyoun pleads, his voice starting to sound unnatural just like the other man.

“Why is Seungyoun with him!?!” Sunhee shuddered.

“I- i dont know! H-has he been taking his meds...?? maybe the voices are back. Maybe it’s not Seungyoun at all" cried Arabella. This was bad. He had promised both of them that he was trying to take better care of his mental health, but obviously it was too much for much for him and the break up didn't help either.

“Wait no! Don’t let him in Sunhee!!” he shrieked. They heard a tussle beyond the doors. Seungyoun was having an internal struggle, trying to keep that other side of him in. Teetering back and forth between trying to get into the room and trying to stop the other man he was with.

“OPEN THE DOOR SUNHEE OR I’LL KILL THESE THREE OUT HERE LIKE THEY ALMOST KILLED ME EARLIER!” the other man demanded finally speaking up again.

“Oh my goodness...they must’ve jumped him. Chani probably thought they killed him or something... it all makes sense. I-I shouldn’t have complained about him so much. He's insane. They shouldn't have messed with him.” Sunhee admitted.

The door the was finally kicked in. Sunhee pushed Arabella behind her and grabbed the bat. When the man opened the closet, Sunhee swung on him but he caught it before it hit him. He threw it across the room and yanked her out the closet. Seungyoun quickly closed the door and stood in front of it to entrap Arabella. 

The other man grabbed Sunhee’s neck and slammed her to the ground. As she gasped for air, he sloppily kissed her. She tried to kick him, but he wouldn’t budge. When he pulled away, he caressed her face with his bloody hand. The fine man was battered and bruised. There was dried blood all over his face from the gash in his forehead. Sunhee was starting to lose consciousness, while arabella screamed to the top of her lungs, trying to push the closet door open. He finally loosened his grip around her neck.

“Oh my queen, I hate to see you like this, but this is your fault, my love. For months I’ve tried to be patient with you. I tried to be with you, but you rejected me. Again and again and again. We were so good at being friends. I just knew we would be better as lovers. Yet, you never gave me a chance. And then you didn’t even let me see our baby... But despite all of the pain you caused me, I had forgiven you.”

“I-I I was never pregnant…” she barely gets out. He's making no sense, but what did she expect from her once dear friend who had now lost his mind.

“But tonight was the last straw when you sent your boyfriends to kill me. Do you see what they did to me??” He lifts up his shirt and there’s a large amount of gauze wrapped around his torso. There is a stain of blood seeping through. “They stabbed me,” he laughed. “BUT I'M LETTING THEM LIVE YOU KNOW WHY??? BECAUSE I KNOW YOUD BE SAD IF THEY DIED. CANT YOU SEE HOW CONSIDERATE IM BEING!!"

He let’s go of her neck and lifts off of her. She coughs uncontrollably, gasping desperately for any air to fill her lungs. She glares at Seungyoun, who's still keeping Arabella in the closet.

“How could you Seungyoun…why are you helping him” she cried out. She thought about all those times she complained to Seungyoun about this guy. Yet, he was here with him. The same man he so often told her to steer clear from. How?

“Whose Seungyoun?” He responds with a straight face.

“Oh darling. Seungyoun is gone. He was too weak and pathetic. He had you, but he let you slip away. So I had to help him bring the other guy out. The guy who loves you as much as I do. The guy who will stop at nothing to have you." The other man admitted. He had taken advantage of Seungyouns illness... bringing another person into his obsession with Sunhee.

“We’re gonna share you princess. You and Arabella. You’re going to live a nice life while we take care of you” Seungyoun cooed. Or did this new personality have a different name? Now wasn't the time for her to think about something so mundane in a situation like this. It was all happening at lightening speed.

Sunhee pleadingly looked at the two men that she used to trust with her life. Two men that she could always count on. The two men that truly cared about her. Her ex-boyfriendd, and her close friend turned stalker. She thought to herself that maybe if she gave in, they'd would somehow return to how they used to be. She was lying to herself, but it was worth a shot. If there was any chance of protecting the men in her living room, and most importantly, Arabella, she had to take that chance.

“Okay okay!! I messed up! I messed up. I’m so sorry to both of you. Please forgive me. I’m begging you. I love you two so much. Please don’t hurt Bella...she did nothing wrong” she confessed.

“I know, baby. We could never hurt Bella. She’s having our child. I know you put our child into her. Right?” the other man scolded. She nods her head at the most nonsensical speech he's ever spewed out

“Then I forgive you my queen. You’re so precious to me. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m actually disgusted with myself. I’ll make it up to you though.” He says gently lifting her up. “Do you forgive me?”

“Yes, as long as you let them live,” she trembled

“Anything for you,” he smiled.

~

The next morning the power was back on. Sunhee jolted out of the bed. Her phone was sitting on her nightstand. She picked it up and saw that it was five after 12. She lets out a sigh of relief when she sees Arabella strolling in. Her smile fades when she sees the handsome man following close behind. He was all cleaned up. He had on a baseball cap to cover the bandage on his forehead. She thought it was a nightmare...

“Hi my love, we’re heading out to lunch soon. Time to get ready.” he cutely smiled. His boyish charm almost fooled her for a moment. "Bella let’s give her some privacy”

Arabella smiled as he softly grabbed her arm and led her out of the room. Arabella knew she had to play along. She blinked at Sunhee a couple times to let her know. Before the door closed, he turned around and smirked at Sunhee.

There was a beautiful sundress hanging on the door, along with a sheer, flowery scarf on her dresser. There was a note on top of it instructing her to put on the dress and to cover the "love marks" around her neck. The marks from her almost being choked to death. She did as the note said.

Sunhee promptly walked into the living room after getting dressed. The man took her hand and spinned her around to get a full view of the dress he had picked out.

“Stunning” he beamed. Sunhee plastered a fake smile on her face.

“Where’s... my friends?” she cautiously asked.

“Oh darling. Don't worry, they're fine," he lied. "Let's focus on us from now on. We're going to lunch with Melonie today. Doesn’t that sound nice?” he rubbed up and down her plush side, tightly wrapping his arm around her waist.

She winced from the sting of his nails digging into her flesh. The mention of Melonie, her older sister, made her nauseous. Was she also trapped in this twisted game too?

The front door opened, and her ex boyfriend entered, just as handsome as always. He walked up to her and softly pecked her lips. What should've been familiar to her felt foreign. She fought to hide her disgust.

“Alright let’s go!” he cheered. He placed a large hand on Arabella's pregnant tummy. He caressed it with pride, like that was his child she was carrying. She held hands with what used to be Seungyoun as they headed out first.

The man turned Sunhee around and warmly embraced her. He finally had what belonged to him.

“I love you Sunhee”

“I love you too Yunho…”

[the-cat-doctor]

(yandere ask!)

okay, time to ask the tough questions. what if this all… backfires? I mean, it’s not like you can just KILL Winston, he’s immortal as far as both we and he knows. And he’s pretty strong-willed, so trying to get under his skin might not be easy…

-🐈

ฅI...wasn't trying to kill him, right...? Meow, n-no...no! I w-would never! I just wanted to make him asleep for a while...not dead... I--ฅ

*Suddenly, Cattie remembers something*

ฅW-Wait... What potion did I give him if I didn't give him...that one?ฅ

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - non/con, manipulation, mentions of breeding, and unbalanced power dynamics.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's ecstatic the day his owner, Suguru, brings you home. He's the pinnacle of a spoiled pet, constantly showered in toys and treats and affection, but his owner's a busy man, and he tends to sulk when left home alone. He's had other companions before, another leopard hybrid who nearly killed him before being released back into the wild and a black panther who somehow proved to be a worse influence on Satoru than Satoru was on her, but you're supposed to be more permanent solution, another hosuepet to keep him company when Suguru can't. You're a sweet little housecat, all wide-eyes and raised ears, but still, Suguru wouldn't be surprised if you're begging to go back to the shelter less than an hour after meeting your new roommate.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who falls in love with you immediately. Suguru practically has to keep him in a chokehold while you explore your new home, eventually curling up on your new bed. Satoru's on top of you as soon as he gets loose, purring obnoxiously while he runs his bristled tongue over your cheek. Suguru's half-convinced that your first day's going to end with bloody claws and bandages, but you only nuzzle into his chest and knead at the blankets underneath you. Satoru's a difficult cat to put up with, and Suguru's relieved that you, at least, find him tolerable.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's absolutely massive compared to you. The tips of your pointed ears barely reach his collarbones, and your wrist is only as thick as his fluffy tail. His favorite hobby quickly becomes carrying you from room to room despite your softly mewled protests, and he's not happy unless he's pressed against you as closely as possible. He used to force himself into Suguru's lap whenever possible, but now, he's unbearable unless you're sitting pretty in his. He doesn't even complain when you lose your temper and dig your little fangs (barely half the size of his - a poor imitation of a real predator's) into his arm, just grinning as he tugs at your ears and pinches your cheeks. He's not exactly a wild animal, but he's still at the top of his food chain. You're not quite a mouse, but you might as well be, compared to him.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's calling you his mate after less than a full month. You don't know what it means, often parroting it back as more of a question than a term of endearment, and Suguru just brushes it off as Satoru being deliberately irritating. He keeps it up, though. even after you start refusing to respond to it.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who starts introducing you to new "games". You know you don't stand a chance against him, but somehow, he always manages to goad you into roughhousing, into squirming as he pins you under his full weight. He likes to dangle things above your head, to see how long it takes your instincts to get the best of you before your chest is pressed against his and you're pouting so adorably as you jump and bat at his hand. Sometimes, when you fall asleep mid-grooming session, he'll let his mouth wander lower than it should, and you'll wake up to his tongue lapping over your chest, his face buried between your thighs in a way that leaves you teary-eyed and warm. You've tried to tell Suguru, but you always get embarrassed and end up mumbling something as vague as 'Satoru's being mean to me, again.' In the end, Satoru only ever gets a slap on the wrist and a new reason to tease you, next time Suguru turns his back.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who fucks you whenever Suguru isn't home. He planned on waiting for your first heat (delayed by your shelter suppressants and the stress of a new home), and he knows he's not supposed to, but he just can't get enough of having your smaller body curled up underneath his, your tail thrashing from side to side as he lazily rolls his hips against yours. You tend to whine, at first, to go on and on about how weird it feels and how much it hurts, but as soon he gets his cock inside of you, all those complaints tend to go away. It's almost funny, how easily your stupid little kitty mind gets all hazy and cockdrunk. He always loves you, but he loves you most when you're drooling and purring for his cum, begging him to breed you properly between hitched moans.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's not even mad when Suguru catches him bouncing your half-conscious, fucked-out body on his cock. He wants to be the best possible mate for you, and he couldn't do that if he wasn't willing to show you off <3

[craxy-person]

I'm already in love even if it's just the first chapter 😵‍💫

| in love and lore | pt. one |

pairing: ateez x fem reader

genre: fantasy/daemon/soulmate au

warnings: slight yandere behavior

summary: the daemon king and his seven black generals. names and faces of these eight had changed over the years as each new king was crowned, but their reputation as the most powerful daemons always remained the same. upon hearing the rumors one of the seven led the charge of the nearby battle, you should have stayed close to the encampment. you should have never wandered out on your own. but you did, and your life would never be the same again. good or bad, you would just have to wait to find out.

“There’s no need to be afraid, angel.” His words were a breath against the side of your neck. “You’ve done so much for us, let your king now return the favor.”

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a/n: very minor changes were done from the preview to the edited first chapter, so i just update them here instead of going about posting another one that was basically the same. you can go back and reread if you were here for the preview, but it's not really necessary.

| part two | part three | part four |

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The pads of your feet were soundless as you made your way across the city streets, crisscrossing in the shadows of the now abandoned buildings. At one point the silence of your movements had unnerved you, but you had long gotten used to the stillness of your footsteps. This was not your first journey into the dead zones, nor would it be your last.

You had visited the neighboring city of Binna often as a child, but it was no longer the place you remembered from your childhood. As the latest target of the daemons’ attacks, little life now remained in the city. The fields had been burned, the houses ransacked and looted, and the great temple that had drawn thousands of travelers on pilgrimages each year, reduced to little more than rubble.

The inhabitants who had not been killed in the initial onslaught had made their way up north to the capital, leaving you with little sleep as you attempted to keep up with the continuous waves of refugees seeking your help. You had only been able to do so much with the stock you had before your services had been turned elsewhere. While the high council had wanted to keep up the charade of its concern for its citizens, they had pulled you back to the frontlines after a few days to take care of the soldiers attempting to reclaim the nearby city. They had claimed Binna was not yet gone, but you saw through their words upon your arrival earlier that morning. The city was a lost cause and its soldiers losing heart.

You may have spent the entirety of your time in the infirmary since your arrival, but you had heard much about the current status of the battle from the soldiers you attended to. The daemon forces remaining in the city were larger than expected and rumors of one of the Seven leading the charge had flown swiftly through the tent. You had thought it had been nothing more than the feverish delusion of a man close to death the first time one of the Black Generals had been mentioned, but more and more sightings had been reported as the day went on. And as the rumors grew, the morale of the remaining forces sunk even further.

The thought of one of the Seven being nearby had sent a shiver of fear through you and it should have been a sign for you to stay close to the base that night. Whether or not it was true, you were still unsure, but the sightings had been too commonplace for it to be just a delusion of the soldiers. Their sightings should have served as a sharp warning for you to stay curled up in your cot and finally catch up on some sleep, but then you had overheard one of the generals. The city was going to be abandoned and they would be retreating back to the last two remaining free cities in the next few days. With one passing look at the list of soldiers unaccounted for, you knew you would have to put your fears and exhaustion aside. Black General or not, you couldn’t just let them abandon their own men. The very men were sacrificing their lives to keep the daemons at bay.

You had made the journey through battlefields and war-torn zones numerous times before, but tonight was different. You had never fully become comfortable with the act, knowing full well what might happen to you if you were caught by either side, but after two years, you had grown more accustomed with the act and learned how to cover your tracks as well as your identity. But the threat of a Black General put you on edge tonight, and you found your hand straying to the dagger at your hip at the slightest of sounds.

And yet, you were nearly an hour in and nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. The night was still and quiet, and you moved quickly from soldier to soldier, ushering a quick prayer to the bodies you stumbled upon too late. The rune Soomin had stitched into your cloak had proved successful this time around, and you were easily able to track the injured soldiers left for dead. The rune highlighting their auras in a soft, shimmering white, shining bright amongst the darkened streets.

You had started your nightly escapades nearly two years ago, shortly after the daemons had begun their onslaught against you once more, torn by the way the government and its leaders so swiftly ignored the requests to search for the missing soldiers. To them, a missing soldier was no different than a dead soldier, but something had struck you when you started recognizing names on the lists. The council may have said there was nothing they could do, but you knew saving them was well within your power. They might have said they didn’t have the time or resources to deal with the searches, but you did. And the reactions you saw from the soldiers and families when their missing friends and family returned made it worth the danger and lack of sleep.

Since then, the journeys continued any time you were sent to the frontlines, which occurred more often than your siblings cared for. While their services allowed them the safety of the city’s walls, your specialty in healing and potion work proved more useful outside of them. Unlike them, however, you didn’t mind. Your work kept you far from the actual battlefields and the soldiers had long treated you better than the majority of the people back home, making it easier to want to continue going out to save them. But what had started as an act to save more than the ones who made it back to the infirmary had changed the night you had first ran into a dying daemon.

Death had clung close to his body and he was so terribly afraid when he had called out to you, the look in his eyes a silent plea to not leave him to die all alone. You knew he was the enemy, but you couldn’t just leave him to die there either. Not when you had the ability to save him. He may have been a daemon, but you were familiar enough with the art of war to know this wasn’t a life he had chosen for himself anymore than you had chosen yours. So, instead of leaving him to die alone, you had used your dagger to slit your wrist and raised the blood that trickled out up to his lips with a soft promise to ease his pain.

Ever since then, you no longer distinguished between man and daemon, and rumors of a black angel haunting the battlefields at night had long begun to run rampant on each side. Even back in the capital you had heard whispers of your deeds spoken amongst the civilians. No longer did the soldiers greet your cloaked figure with fear and mistrust, but rather a welcome relief knowing they were no longer going to die in the night, knowing they had a guardian angel after all.

Your movements came to a halt when the sound of voices just up ahead broke your thoughts. Ducking into a nearby alleyway, you once again fondled the handle of the dagger at your hip as you peered past the corner of the building and into the street you had just been on.

There were two of them, the moonlight glittering against the curling horns upon their heads a clear sign of whose side they were on. Neither one appeared injured, but their movements were strange and hurried and you were quick to note the strain in their voices. They were anxious, but it was impossible to make out their rushed words at the distance you were currently at.

You paused, unsure of what to do. It was clear neither one was in current need of your services, their bodies would have been outlined in white if they were injured, but something was wrong. If they had been human you might have called out, but these were enemy soldiers. And with the threat of one of the Seven in the city, you decided it would be best if you crept back into the shadows behind you to observe them for the time being.

Despite knowing it was in your best interest to avoid them, this city was far from safe, your curiosity got the better of you, especially when you heard mention of yourself. It took a few seconds, but gradually you recognized the one with the white horns as someone you had healed earlier on in the night. As you cautiously crept closer, you were able to piece a few things together. They were searching for you, the lower rank daemon attempting to find you again by traveling to the spot he had last seen you.

“Are you the angel?”

In your distraction, you hadn’t noticed the third figure trailing you until it was too late and the sharp edge of his claws were pressed against your throat, cutting off the cry of surprise the action had pulled from you. In your countless journeys to the dead zones, you had seldom had to deal with situations such as this. The only occupants that haunted the battlefields at night were the dying and wounded, and despite your extra caution tonight, you hadn’t expected something like this to occur.

It was a struggle to control the wave of fear that filled you at his words, swallowing sharply as his claws dug further into your neck at your silence, drawing blood. The stance prevented you from turning around to face him, leaving you unsure of how to answer his question. You knew he was a daemon, the claws were a clear sign of that, but whether he was someone seeking your help or your demise was impossible to tell. And while you leaned towards the former, having no clear idea why either side would want you dead when you had saved so many on each side, you couldn’t shake the awful warnings Soomin had given you the past months.

“I am no angel.”

Despite your attempt to keep your voice steady, it still warbled as the claws dug their way into your skin. Your fingers clutched the hidden blade at your hip and you wondered whether you would be able to strike before he slit your throat. Would you be able to heal it before you bled out? And if not, what would Soomin think when you never returned home? Would she remain proud of all you had done or would she resent you for never listening to her fears and warnings? And then what would Hyunwoo think? How would he feel when the sister he had shared a womb with never came back?

“But if you are referring to the woman who heals the wounded at night, you need look no further.”

“Thank god.”

The pressure against your throat lifted and an audible sigh of relief was heard, signaling your reply had been the correct one. Your own followed swiftly after, free hand brushing against the blood clinging to your neck. With his claws now retracted, you were able to quickly close the wound up, leaving you wishing it was just as easy to patch the cloak he had torn in the process. If your elder sister didn’t kill you for your lack of caution, she would kill you for tearing the cloak she had just finished enchanting for you.

“I apologize for the aggressiveness in my approach, but I had to make sure.”

Despite the lax in his posture at your response, you kept up your defensive one as you took a few steps away, fingers still clasping your dagger as you turned to face him. You had known he was a daemon, but you couldn’t stop the second wave of fear from running through you as you took him in. His horns were a deep, glistening maroon, a sign he was not one of the Seven, but of a higher rank than the daemons you wandered across on your journeys. The fact he was not injured only added to your growing concern. You knew enough to defend yourself from some basic attacks, but this was a daemon. If it came down to a physical fight, he would win. There was no doubt about that.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you, but I promise no harm will come your way tonight.” Sensing your distrust, he raised each of his hands to show his claws had been retracted and he was not armed in any other way. “We need your help. My companion is injured with a wound far beyond our immediate care. If he doesn’t receive proper help soon, he’s going to die.”

You were silent at first, assessing him as you ran through the situation he presented. It very well could have been a trap, but the chances of that did seem low. If he wanted to kill or capture you, he could have done either before you had even known he was there. And based on his tone and stance, it seemed likely he was telling the truth. He was anxious, worried, and afraid. Whoever the injured party was, it was someone of grave importance to him. Enough so, he had scoured the city in the hope of finding you here.

And despite the part that screamed at you to disagree, that this was a terrible idea to follow, you couldn’t stop the other part of you that yearned to ease his anxiety and the pain of his friend. You could very well be walking yourself into a trap, but you knew you would carry the guilt of his friend’s life with you if you didn’t at least go with him to see.

“Take me to him.”

The relief on his face was instantaneous. “We were uncertain if you would show, but we still sent several scouts out in the hope that you would. Now that you have been found, the others will be returning to the base.” Raising a hand to his mouth, the streets were filled with a low, warbling whistle, signaling the others the search had been completed. “If you follow me, I will take you to him.”

You followed him through the streets, your earlier meandering pace picked up to a run in order to keep up with your guide. There was no need to be cautious anymore. No one would dare to bother you while you were with him. Whether it was for the best or the worst, you were being led straight to the daemon’s hidden encampment and you could only pray the daemon you were with had spoken the truth when he said no harm would come to you tonight.

His path led you towards the center of town, straight into the remains of the ruined temple. Sliding through the rubble, you made your way inside an inner section that was still standing. Multiple daemons wandered the area, returning now that their search for you had been concluded. You could feel their eyes on you as you followed your guide deeper inside, but you did your best to ignore them. While none of them felt aggressive, you struggled to keep your nerves under control. They might have held some leniency towards you for those you had saved, but what would they think when they realized you weren’t one of their own? One wrong move on your part and you had no doubt you wouldn’t be making it out of here alive. You had heard the rumors of how they treated your kind, after all.

You weren’t completely certain what would be meeting you upon your arrival, and had been preparing yourself for the possibility of running blindly into your own demise. While the thought of meeting one of the Seven there had crossed your mind, the last thing you had expected was the scene which awaited you when you reached your destination.

He sat up against the crumbling wall of the temple, eyes closed and head leaned back against the bricks behind him. The fire burning in the center of the room quickly exposed the black, curling horns protruding from his rumpled hair, an immediate giveaway to who he was.

You stopped short, eyes widening as you saw living proof of the soldier’s earlier rumors being true. A Black General had indeed been leading the front at Binna, and was now sitting just a few feet away from you.

He was different from the image you had always envisioned in your head, holding a younger appearance than you had expected, one closer to your own. He was also much more attractive, a thought that came rushing quickly and caused a wave of heat flooding through you. You had run across enough daemons in your lifetime to be well endowed with the unnatural beauty they held, and he was no exception; his features sharp and adorned with hair just as black as his horns.

His eyes snapped open at your appearance, but the hardness you had been expecting to find within them was not there when they saw your silent figure standing back within the shadows. Instead, there was nothing but a soft, welcoming relief.

“You found her.”

His voice was strained and you could hear the struggle in his breaths from across the room. Even with the distance between you, you could now see your guide had been speaking the truth. He may have been a Black General, but he was still flesh and blood like the rest of them. If you didn’t do something to help him, he wouldn’t survive the night.

But despite the state he was in, you held back, carefully observing him and the situation you had unknowingly walked into. You had no qualms against saving the daemon soldiers you stumbled upon at night, but this was different. This wasn’t just a daemon who may or may not have had any choice in fighting or the war, this was a Black General, a daemon of legend, those second in command only to the daemon king himself.

Ever since you were little, you had heard stories of the Black Generals, daemons of immense power and strength that nearly rivaled the king. Though the current Seven were different from the ones of the previous king, that didn’t make them any less dangerous than the ones before. Running into one of them was rumored to be akin to running into death, and few of those who came into contact with one of them lived to tell the tale. They carried their king’s orders out with pinpoint accuracy and a cruelty befitting the daemons.

You were well aware of how much death and destruction had come directly from his hands the past three years when the new king was crowned. Normal daemons were a force to be reckoned with for a human, but the Black Generals were something no normal mortal could hope to destroy. Bounties had long been set up for his and the others’ black horns in hope of leading to their deaths, because if they could get the Seven out of the way, the war might finally swing their direction once again. But years had gone by and no one had ever come back successful.

And here was one of them, right in front of you. Though it had been purely accidental, his life now hung in your hands. By refusing to help, you would strike a major blow against the daemon army, and though no one would know what you had done, you were still aware of the positive outcome that would bring the humans.

But, despite everything, you found yourself unable to do just that. As much as your head screamed at you to turn around. To forget this had ever happened. To let one of the daemons who had caused so much grief in your life to die, you couldn’t. You weren’t a killer. You never had been. You had been blessed with the ability to heal, an ability that allowed you to be a positive life in a world shadowed with death and destruction. Letting him die may have been the smart thing to do, but it went against who you were. And if you left now, you would never be able to shake the blood off your hands.

So, against your better judgment, you crept out of the shadows and cautiously approached him, doing your best to slow your pounding heart and steady your trembling hands.

“He was struck by a stray arrow in an earlier skirmish,” the daemon who had brought you here spoke once he saw your willingness to help, following you towards his general and pointing to the blood soaked bandages wrapped around his left shoulder. “We thought it was just a normal arrowhead, but the metal had shattered upon entering and we’ve been unable to stop the bleeding. We’ve tried to get the pieces out, but the action only further aggravates the wound, enough so that we’re afraid it’ll only kill him faster.”

You had a hard time holding back your surprise as he explained the injury. You may have never dealt with something like this before, but you were well acquainted with the effects of such an injury. Hyunwoo had been working on a prototype for something like this for months, and despite the circumstances of the situation, you knew he would be eager to learn that his newest creation held the power to take down one of the Black Generals.

Kneeling down next to him, you did your best to avoid his curious gaze as you pulled a flask from the pouch at your waist. Opening it up, you extended it towards him to drink. “This will help with the pain,” you spoke softly when you noticed his hesitation, turning away when the sound of your voice caused your eyes to lock for a split second.

“Have you ever seen an injury like this before?” The lesser daemon asked as he took the drink from your hands and helped the general drown the contents.

You shook your head, taking the action as permission to start unwrapping the bandages around his shoulder, trying your best to be as gentle as possible. “I’ve never had to deal with this specific injury before, but I am acquainted with the effects. The metal in the arrow has been welded with the intention to shatter upon impact and embedded with a rune for the pieces to seek out the heart. Trying to physically remove the shards only causes the process to quicken.”

“Can you heal it?”

You were silent at first, running through the situation in your head. The injury had progressed significantly, and you gave him little more than a few hours before he finally succumbed to his fate. If it wasn’t for the fact you were already familiar with the idea of the weapon and had already thought through ways of combating your brother’s creation, you doubted you would be able to do it in such a short time. But even then, it would be a close call. Despite coming up with a solid idea to combat the weapon, you had never had the chance to test out the idea you had come up with.

“Perhaps, but I’ll need help. I need to brew a potion that’ll dissolve the metal, but I don’t have the ingredients with me. Though before I ask if you might send someone to fetch them for me, I need to know if you managed to obtain any of the metal shards inside him.”

The idea of using a metal dissolving potion to destroy the pieces before they reached the heart was purely hypothetical, but it was all you had with such a short amount of time. The actual purpose of the potion was to dissolve an unwanted metal from an object, leaving only the desired substance behind. It had been created as a way to purify different materials and metals, but you hoped it might be able to purify the daemon’s body now. The idea only having come to you when you had accidentally spilled the potion on yourself a few weeks ago. But in order for it to work, a piece of the metal you wished to dissolve was required. Without it, the potion would be useless.

The daemon nodded, pointing to a bloody pile of metal next to his body. There were just a few pieces, but it was enough to make the potion.

“That’ll work.” You nodded, relieved you wouldn’t have to try and get the metal from his body yourself. “If I give you a list and directions, could you send someone out to get the ingredients for me? I believe the old apothecary shop should still have everything in stock. It’s just a few streets south of here.”

The daemon who brought you here nodded, and motioned for a nearby daemon to come over. Writing down the supplies you needed, you ran through each of them with him, making sure he was familiar with each one and giving sightclues to help him locate those he was unsure about or giving him alternatives in case he couldn’t find what you needed.

You turned back to the general once he was on his way. His body had relaxed as the potion you had given him earlier began to work its way through his system, but his eyes were closed once more. He was mumbling something under his breath, so softly you were unable to make out what he might have been saying. The words fell to a hush when he felt your hands brush against him once more and you were taken back by the golden eyes that met you when you accidentally met his gaze, sure that his eyes had been pitch black earlier. But then you blinked and the eyes meeting yours were black once again, leaving you believing it had been nothing more than a trick of the firelight behind you.

While you waited for the daemon to come back with your ingredients, you went to work healing what you could and slowing down the process of the shards as much as you could. Unlike the metal you were unfamiliar with, the poison that had coated the arrowhead to prevent the blood from coagulating was something you had dealt with numerous times before. In a few short minutes you had finally stopped the bleeding, though at the cost of depleting the supply of healing potions you had on you. If you were to heal the rest of his injuries, you would have to turn to your own blood when the time came.

“It seems the rumors about you are true. You are well versed in the art of healing.” His voice surprised you, and you were unable to keep yourself from flinching when he addressed you. You could see the slight struggle he still had with talking, but his breathing had begun to even out. “I’ve never met anyone with your particular set of skills before. Perhaps you truly are an angel as the rumors go.”

“The rumors are wrong. I’m no angel.”

You did your best to ignore his wandering gaze, clearly noting the way his eyes searched for any indication of who you might be. The clothing you wore kept your figure hidden, leaving your (e/c) eyes the only recognizable feature, but they still served as a clear sign of your lineage, the catlike slits a sign of the cursed blood that flowed through your veins.

It was clear he had made note of the appearance, his words a subtle key to the conclusion he had come to. And while he made no ill move towards you or showed any sign of aggression, it was clear in that moment he knew whose side of the war you were on. Otherwise, your identity would have been discovered by them long ago. Just like the humans, the daemons kept careful note of the soldiers amongst their ranks.

He cocked his head, a hint of a smile at the response he had pulled out of you. “Perhaps, but your actions speak otherwise. Only an angel would dare to bring a Black General from the brink of death.”

You remained silent, not quite trusting your words at the moment. It was hard to pinpoint his intentions, his voice and demeanor light, yet his words and gaze heavy.

“You have no need to worry.” His right arm raised towards your face, tugging your chin so that you were forced to meet his gaze. “Words of your deeds have gone far and wide amongst our ranks, even so far as the king himself. You are safe here.” The fire must have been playing with his eyes once more because you blinked and once again they appeared a startling gold. “For why would we ever want to destroy someone who has shown us great kindness?”

You were saved a response when the daemon you had sent out for supplies returned, causing the general to let you go. Having done all that you could for him at the moment, you stood back up and left him for the time being. His words shook you, an obvious statement that he knew you belonged to the enemies. Whether or not he knew your true identity, it was hard to tell, and you couldn’t help but wonder what consequences that revelation would hold.

But as much as it tore at you now, you knew it wasn’t something you could afford to worry about for the time being. Not with the situation you had allowed yourself to be dragged into. For now, you would just have to trust them when they said they would do you no harm and hope they would just let you go once it was over. If not for your own sake, but for both of your siblings. You could succumb to your own fate if it came by your own hand, but you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if they came to harm’s way from your own actions.

You did your best to shake his words away as you dug yourself back into your work. Running through the supplies you had been given, you were relieved to see he had retrieved everything you needed. All that was left was to brew the potion and pray it worked. They may have said you were safe here, but you didn’t imagine that would hold if the result of your actions killed him instead.

The daemons were silent as you worked, watching you with careful eyes as you sat next to the fire stirring the cauldron that had been brought for you. And though it was not the setting or the materials you were used to using, the act of brewing did help to calm you down. The act was familiar. It was comforting. And though the complicated recipe might have stressed you out when you were younger, you had become familiar with it and many others over the years to where the mere act of brewing it helped to relax you.

Taking the shattered pieces they had managed to obtain, you tossed them into the cauldron. With a few more stirs in the counterclockwise direction, the potion had reached a sparkling, silver color signifying it was now done. Reaching into your pouch for an empty vial, you scooped out a portion of the liquid, swirling it around a few times before allowing it to cool.

“My hope is that this will dissolve the remaining shards within you, but I’ve never dealt with an injury like this before.” With the potion now complete, you turned back to the general. “I believe it will work, but I cannot be certain. And if not, well, I am sorry.”

“Live or die, I promise that no harm will come your way. You have attempted what no one here could do and for that, I am thankful.” He bowed his head, golden eyes returning to black when he had raised it.

“I will also warn you that this will not be the most pleasant of experiences, but I will do my best to make it as painless as possible for you.”

With confirmation he was ready, you poured the liquid as carefully as you could with your shaking hands against his open wound. His body tensed as the liquid hit, and out of habit you reached for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain. The effects of the potion were harmless, but you remembered the way it had felt when you had spilled it on you, leaving the sharp, burning sensation of ice soaring through your veins as it worked its way through.

“Seonghwa!” The daemon who had guided you here called out upon seeing his reaction, but the general, Seonghwa as you learned, shook his head, mumbling that he was just fine.

You held your breath, praying that the silver lining his body would begin to lighten, signaling that it was working. To your relief, his body began to relax after the first few minutes, heart rate and breathing finally evening out. While the hint of white remained from the wound of the arrow, it was clear the threat the metal had posed had passed. The potion had been a success. Against all odds, you had done it and he had escaped the grasp of death for the night.

A hint of a smile tugged at his lips as he took a deep breath, opening his eyes as he rolled out the shoulder that had given him so much pain. The stress in his shoulders and face had lightened significantly, leaving a relaxed, carefree air.

“Careful,” you warned, suddenly realizing his hand was still clasped in yours and dropping it with as much subtlety as you could manage. “You may be in the clear now, but your shoulder is still injured. I still need to finish healing it for you.”

Having run out of the healing potions you had on you, you were left with little choice but to use your blood. Unknownst to the humans who believed you to not have a daemon ability like your sister, the success of the health potions you brewed came not from the potion, but your blood. Your ability lay not in outward talents, but in the blood that flowed through your veins, capable of healing almost any injury you came across. And while you kept it hidden to keep yourself safe, you were less cautious when it came to the daemons. As creatures who could consume blood just as much as food for sustenance, it was less foreign for them to drink it straight than it was for the humans who would probably panic if they knew just what they were consuming.

Pulling the sleeve of your left arm up, you grabbed the dagger at your side. Before any of the daemons could stop you, you quickly slashed at your own wrist.

“Here.” You raised your wrist towards his mouth, signaling for him to drink. “I know it may be strange, but my ability lies within my blood itself. The potions I use for healing only work because of the blood they contain. Normally, I would give you one of those to heal the rest of your wounds, but I’ve run out.”

“And you claim you’re not an angel.”

There was a playfulness in his tone as he spoke, though his eyes locked on to the blood you presented him. And despite the low light in the room, you were certain he took notice of the color, another clear sign of your lineage. But if he did, he made no sign of it, instead grasping hold of the wrist you offered. You could see the glint of the fangs that had protruded as he raised it up to his mouth, taking in a deep breath.

You couldn’t help but flinch as his mouth came into contact with your wrist. While he was not the first daemon you had offered your blood to in this manner, it felt much more intimate than any of the others had. And the blood glinting off his fangs as he smiled at you after drinking his full left you shivering as you tugged your wrist back towards you. You immediately dropped your gaze to his shoulder, taking note of the way the wound was beginning to close as you wiped the remainder of the blood on your wrist against your leg once you had healed your own wound.

“That should be the last of your injuries then,” your voice shook slightly as you spoke, well aware of the eyes that seemed to bore into your figure. “Though I can only do so much, and it would be in your best interest to allow yourself some time to rest. You lost quite a bit of blood.”

A hand raised to your face, cupping your cheek and forcing your gaze to meet his once more, and you were surprised by the warmth that filled them. And though the cloth that covered the lower half of your face acted as a barrier between his touch, you couldn’t suppress another shiver that coursed through you at the action.

“Leave us.”

His words were directed to the other daemons in the room, and despite their curiosity at the events that had occurred, they left without a single complaint. Their presence may have unnerved you before, but you suddenly wished for them to come back. The fact you were now alone with one of the Seven hung heavy in the air and on your chest. You might have held his life in your hands before, but now that he had regained his strength, it was the opposite. How you got out of this situation was entirely up to him.

“I was certain I would not survive the night and did my best to not put too much hope towards you. For even if they did find you, I had little hope you would willingly help me. I had forced myself to come to terms with my own death, and yet, against all odds, you saved my life. This kindness shall not be forgotten or unrewarded.” His voice was low, and the hand at your face had only seemed to cling closer to your body. “And though I know I have already asked much of you tonight, would you grant me one last request before you go?” The fingers at your face crept higher, fingering the cloth that hid the lower half of your face. “I would very much like to see the face of the woman who saved my life.”

You couldn’t stop the audible gasp the request caused, and it echoed across the empty room. A bundle of nerves struck your chest at the idea of having your identity known and your heart started to race once more. Your hand quickly flew to his own, covering it and preventing him from pulling the cloth any further when you noticed he had begun to tug at it.

“Please,” he frowned at your response, a hint of desperation coating the word. “How can we repay you for the kindness you have shown us if you don’t tell us who you are? We can’t keep you safe from what’s to come unless we know who you are.”

“I…”

You found it hard to respond, his words holding a hint of a threat that added to the nerves of your current status. What’s to come? What did that mean? And why did he phrase it in such a way that made it seem like they would be the ones to win the war.

“You wish to thank me, but I do not need your gratitude or your help. I never did any of this with the intent of being rewarded. I just wanted to bring some light back into this harsh world,” you finally spoke, swallowing thickly. It was hard to tell what made you more nervous; the threat of his words or him seeing your face. He claimed they would keep you safe, but would that truth still hold when he realized you weren’t exactly who he had made you out to be. “I never asked to be heralded as an angel, but perhaps it is best I remain as such. The harsh truth of reality can often be disappointing, and sometimes things are better off left to the imagination.”

You got up to leave, hoping the words would be enough to convince him to leave the matter be, but the movement only left you running into his chest when you had turned to do just that. The action left you startled, eyes quickly glancing back to the ground where he had just been sitting only to find it empty. The surprise sent you stumbling backward, shocked by how swiftly he had switched places, but his hands grabbed your shoulders and halted your movements.

He was taller than you, your eyes barely reaching his chin and forcing you to tilt your head upwards in order to meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you leave until I find out who you are.” His right hand rose to your face once more, and though you wished to stop him, you knew there was no point in fighting it. In the end, the outcome would be the same. You were no match for him. “Those are the orders given to me by my king and I have no intention of disobeying when I too am anxious to see the face behind the mask. You have no idea how long we’ve been looking for you, after all.”

Sensing your general compliance, he first knocked back the hood that kept you (h/c) hair at bay and cast the upper half of your face in shadows before tugging down the mask that kept the rest of your face hidden away.

It was hard to read his expression, black eyes wandering across your now exposed features. After a few seconds, he raised his hand towards the top of your head, searching for the horns that would have been there if you had been the full daemon he had been expecting.

“You’re…”

“Only half-daemon” you finished, eyes downcasting as you pulled away from him.

“…beautiful.”

The statement left you shocked, head cocking to the side certain you had just misheard him. Had he really just called you beautiful?

It wasn’t just the statement that caught you so off guard, but the person who had said it. You had daemon’s blood flowing through your veins after all, and the beauty they held showed in your own features. But all you had ever heard about the daemons was their distaste towards those not pure of blood. That was why they viewed the humans so lowly, because they didn’t have the old magic flowing through their veins. Because they were fragile and weak. To mix the blood of a daemon with a mortal human was taboo, even for humans, and as a result, you were frowned upon on both sides. To humans, you were a reminder of the creatures they had always feared. To daemons, you were something unclean. An impure creature not fit to stand in the ranks of their own. Your blood had been defiled, and so in turn, were you. And yet, here you were, standing before a Black General, the second highest ranking official in their government, and he had just called you beautiful without a hint of disgust in his tone.

“I always knew you would be, but it is something else to finally see the face behind the mask.” His hand fell from the top of your head, once again finding its way against your cheek and brushing back your hair to see the pointed tips of your ears. “You lied when you said you weren’t an angel. For how could anyone as kind and divine as you be anything else?” His hands were gentle as they traced along the features of your face, and you were starting to feel certain he had hit his head in his earlier fight. He wasn’t making any sense; his reaction to your appearance was the exact opposite of what you had been expecting. “My king, what shall we do with her? Now that we finally have her, we cannot let something so precious to us just slip away in the night.”

Your eyes quickly scanned the room, terrified by his words and expecting to find the one daemon that filled you with more fear than the one currently before you. But the room around you was empty, and no audible response was given to his question.

“I see.” His head tilted, disappointment crossing his features for a moment, but was quickly replaced with something more akin to excitement. But to what these emotions or words could have been a response to, you had no idea. You were certain the two of you were alone here, sure that you would have felt the presence of another being of such power, but he acted in such a way that almost convinced you, you weren’t. “It would be an honor to be a vessel for such an act.”

The hand tracing your jaw dropped down towards your neck, brushing back the hair that had covered it. You didn’t know what was happening, but you didn’t want to stick around and find out either. Struck with the sudden urge to be as far away as possible from the man before you, you bolted for the exit without a second thought of how it might negatively affect you.

You made it only a few feet. One second the exit was as good as yours, and the next, blocked by his figure. You stumbled to a stop, eyes wide as you tried to figure out how he had gotten there before you. You knew daemons were fast, but there was no way they were that fast. Unless your eyes were mistaking you - which they seemed to be doing a lot this night - it had seemed as though he had simply appeared out of thin air.

He chuckled at your reaction, eyes once again that startling gold. In a blink of an eye, he vanished again, but before you could even think about making another run for the exit, he was behind you with a hand wrapped around your throat to keep you in place.

“There’s no need to be afraid, angel.” His words were a breath against the side of your neck. “You’ve done so much for us, let your king now return the favor.”

His lips grazed against your neck, and you could feel the chuckle reverberating through his chest behind you when he felt how fast your heart was beating. The hand at your throat tightened its hold, titling your head to the side to allow him easier access. And before you could usher any other attempt to stop him, you felt the sharp sting of fangs biting down and sealing your fate.

[aajjks]

tw/ hórny èx bf, hè ís à crèèp, nôncôn, èxplïcït ând nsfw thèmès.

It’s hard to break up with someone like him because he doesn’t get the hint- it’s been barely 6 days and he finds himself right in front of your door.

Really horny. And quite frankly messed up.

He bangs on your door- at first he’s gentle, but then he finds himself losing his patience when you don’t open up after a few bangs at your door, even with the bell It’s not working.

He just might have to be a little bit more aggressive with it. See now, he doesn’t like being aggressive with you. He knows that you hate this side of him. That’s why you broke up with him in the first place.

It’s not really a break up to him though because you’re just trying to break and he thinks that this break has lasted way longer than it should have in the first place. So he takes deep breath, and he starts banging at it like a maniac.

“Yn! YN OPEN UP!” But you don’t. You’re really trying to test his patience and then you try to lecture him on his aggressive nature.

His pupils are dilated at this point, he’s feeling so crazy right now, it’s aching and his pants, and he has missed you like crazy-staring at your pictures is not enough anymore. Not at all.

It’s your fault, you know.

It’s your fault that you’re so beautiful and that you have his heart in your hands… he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he takes out the spare keys he had to your apartment-of course, you don’t know about them, but he had a locksmith make them for him.

Without any rational thinking- he unlocks your apartment with ease.

And soon the familiar scent of your home hits him and your ex boyfriend finds himself relaxing, his head feels a little better now. “Yn!~~~” he calls out your name with affection but you still don’t respond.

Weird.

So he decides to check if you’re home. He really hopes that you are because he needs to talk to you and… a lot of other other things.

First to fall of course it’s gonna be your bedroom, his feet, take him to the familiar room so easily, because he remembers every single room in your home, like the back of his hand.

And to his surprise? He hears the shower running. A Cheshire Cat smile spreads across his lips. But before he can think anything else, the shower drops sounds come to a halt.

Oh, so you must be done..

He waits- by sitting on your bed and waiting for you to come out, and he doesn’t have to wait long, so he unzips his pants, creepy? He doesn’t give a fuck.

He needs to fuck you and get you back. He has everything you ever want. Quite frankly, you can be ungrateful. Anyone would kill to be in your place… but too bad he wants you.

And there you are, in all your wet glory-with a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you gasp, expected, in surprised to see him, he smirks.

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to scream at him, he doesn’t mind you can because he’s missed your voice a lot.

“Hi baby.” He greets you. Licking his lips, because he feels himself getting harder when he stares at your soaked, freshly washed body.

You look so sexy like this I can’t help but remember all the times he would fuck you senselessly in the shower or sometimes when you were done with it.

You’re just so irresistible. You get him so horny for no reason at all. It’s your fault and now you’re going to have to help him out.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” You finally say something to him, even though you’re screaming at him like a maniac, he doesn’t mind.

“I can’t help it baby you know I love you and I can’t live without you-and I’m so horny right now.” He licks his lips again, getting up from your bed to walk towards you.

He needs to touch you right now.

“I told you you couldn’t break up with me but you thought you could.. so I just wanted to give you a little break, but I think it has lasted enough now I need you back.” He groans. You smell so good even his muscles are pulsing.

His eyes are you like a predator and You should know that you cannot escape.

He is way too strong for you.

“Come on now- look at me? I’m so fucking hard because I was thinking about you- and look at you.. fuck…” he breathes out, taking you by your waist.. but then he gets another idea.

So instead of holding you, he drops to his knees.

This is gonna get you so weak for him.

“Let me eat your pussy. Missed it so much.” He looks into your eyes when he grabs your legs. You barely manage to hold onto your towel, which was about to fall. And something switches in your eyes.

You have missed him too.

He smiles. “I bet you missed me too. Fuck- baby let me have a taste please- I’m doing this to make it up to you. I know I pissed you off, so let me make it up.” He breathes, slowly, removing the towel and he starts to tease you by rubbing his hands over to your clit.

You whimper, you’ve always been so weak for him.

He knows you need him-equally as bad as he needs you. And he’s going to make you realize it tonight. He leans his face closer to your cunt, and you grab his wide shoulders for support.

“Oh look at you baby- you’ve already started to get wet.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your thigh, and then his kisses get closer to your heat, “f-fuck. You’re so fucking bad for this.” You moan out. He knows that you’re trying to reject him still even though he knows what your heart and body really want.

Him.

“I know yn.. but fuck- you’re my bad habit.” He replies before he takes one of his fingers out of your pussy and he smashes his mouth into it- his tongue starting to eat you out.

“Nghhh fuck.” You moan as he starts to tease you again with his teeth- he’s so messy right now, all sloppy as he pushes his tongue in deeper and deeper.

That’s how you like it.

His mind is in a frenzy because the noises you’re making are purely sinful- your towel gals to the ground and your back arches.

He won’t let you fall.

He will make you cum in his tongue.

“Ugh fuck..” he groans as he eagerly laps at your juices, you’re giving him so much.

And he knows you’re already going to cum.

“A-Agh fuck don’t stop- don’t fuckin stop.” You command him and grab on his locks- that arouses him anymore- you taste so fuckin good.

He can kill anyone for you.

“O-Oh fuck- baby cum on my tongue- you can do it.” He praises you- his hands on your ass as he squeezes it, you pull on his hair.

His teeth graze your clit.

“Should I fuckin bite? Since you’re so *pants* fuckin mean to me? Nah.. I love you..” he barely manages to speak because you’re suffocating him and you’re going to cum.

“You can *pants* only cum if you come back to *pants* m-me.”

BNHA- hawks, aizawa, bakugo, deku

JJK- gojo, geto, toji, sukuna

[pennyellee]

Could we perhaps get a little spoiler of chapter IV? 👉👈

Hmmmm lemme see….here ya go! :)))

I hope to post a full preview soonish 💜

[floofeh-purpi]

LOOK AT THIS MAN. Manifesting Capitano will be playable at some point when Natlan comes out

Art isn't mine! It belongs to togglemoe. :)

[craxy-person]

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{16} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Smut (Save a horse, ride a cowboy)

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on ??? 👀)

Words: 15,600

Warnings: Blood, lots of it. Minor cutting of skin mentioned. Mentions of past insecurities. Praise, slight body worship, face sitting, minor breast play, intense emotional intimacy, marking/biting, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), possessive natures, love confessions. (I think that’s all). This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Here it is! The next part!! Thank you all for waiting so patiently for me to finish this part, I really hope it lives up to everyone’s expectations!! I’m really proud for the build up in this one, I think it’s honestly more important/significant than the actual smut, so I tried to emphasize that. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Mini Masterlist

Afficher davantage

[yueebby]

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 – 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

synopsis. period piece, forbidden love

contents. ooc, angst (eventual comfort), yandere emperor!gojo, lovesick!gojo, servant!reader, obsessive behavior (5k words of gojo pining), lowkey unreliable narrator, time skips

notes. inspired by the apothecary diaries and this post. loosely based off of ancient japan (this is basically its own world). this is the prologue to the series where everything can generally be read as a standalone ! (fic under the cut)

series masterlist

emperor!gojo who broke a hundred year tradition to take you as his only lover. despite your role as a concubine, everyone in the imperial palace knew he was going to make you his empress.

emperor!gojo who had not meant to fall in love with you, but you have managed to somehow charm him. a man that single handedly brought his own clan to power– weak in your hands. hushed whispers around the imperial palace call you a witch, but they never reach your ears. not as long as he is alive.

emperor!gojo shamelessly showering you with love. he pays no mind that it is highly frowned upon, he will have his hands on you every time you are in the same room.

emperor!gojo who is livid when there is an attempt on your life. his usual ocean eyes turned to blue flames like a wild animal. servants and clan elders alike scurry under his gaze. the assailant is taken care of by his own hands. 

emperor!gojo who is forced to satiate the clan elders into submission by taking in another concubine from an influential clan. he insists to you that it is no more than a political formality. who are you to meddle into imperial affairs?

emperor!gojo who can’t help himself and ends up falling for another girl who his clan elders demand he must wed. she is much younger than you, beautiful and is well bred; a perfect match for the emperor. 

emperor!gojo whose frequent visits to you come to an end, forcing you to move from his chambers and back to the consorts’ pavilion.

There was a time when you had everything. A place to call home in the Inner Court, a beautiful palace with anything you could have ever dreamed of. Servants, admirers, riches; you had it all. But what was most dear to you was your lover– a man so divine, many thought he was directly blessed by the hand of God. It was too good to be true. A woman of lowly birth like you, paid as homage for the sins of her clan against the new reigning family of Japan, becoming a concubine of the Heavenly Emperor. 

You remembered it all too well.

His brilliant mind that once strategized the downfall of the previous imperial family, calculating its next move in a game of Go against you. You can still remember the shock on his face upon his first defeat. The way he would keep you from leaving to fulfill your other duties until he was satisfied, eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to keep up with you. No matter how hard he tried, you remained victorious. It drove him mad.

You remembered the stolen kisses while you made your rounds in the Inner Palace with your ladies in waiting. It took you quite a while to learn to tune out their giggles every time the Emperor dips you down to taste your lips in broad daylight. The grin that he wore after was enough to leave your legs weak.

Above all, you'll always remember how safe you felt in his strong, reassuring embrace. You’ve seen him train, and it was no wonder the Gojo clan rose to power so quickly as a result of one man. The way he wields the katana is unlike any man on the face of the earth. Those arms were your sanctuary. You can still vividly recall the attempt on your life, orchestrated by a traditionalist incensed by the Gojo clan's swift ascent to power. The emperor, outraged by the assassination plot, personally saw to the man's execution. 

However, the damage was done and it caused great strain in the Imperial Palace.

To appease the old geezers that were forced out of power, Emperor Gojo had taken in another concubine from one of the Big Three families of Japan— a beautiful Zenin girl. Her flowing, silky hair and saccharine voice enchanted everyone in the Inner Palace, captivating the Emperor, most of all. She was younger than you, with perkier breasts and soft skin that was enough to capture the attention of any man. 

You don’t blame her for taking the Emperor’s attention away. Though you would be a liar if you said it did not hurt you. Deep down, you cannot deny the agony that sears your soul, realizing that the only semblance of love you've ever tasted remains unrequited. With a heavy heart, you resign yourself to the bitter truth of your existence, knowing all too well the cruel confines of your place in this world.

You were merely a pawn, and the Emperor did not want you anymore.

That was made clear months later when you received a scroll from the Emperor’s advisor, a man you were once well acquainted with, Geto Suguru. 

“What is this?” You asked him quietly, your heart silently begging the Heavens it was not what you had suspected it to be. The black haired man in front of you does not respond, and you feel something pierce into your heart. Despite being a part of the Emperor’s court, it was rare that you received letters directly.

Your suspicions were confirmed when your shaky hands finally opened the scroll to read the familiar kanji written by your beloved.

“The Emperor decrees the termination of your role as concubine." Geto spares you the trouble of deciphering the characters neatly written in ink. “In his mercy, you are to be moved as a servant in the Outer Court. You are to serve the Imperial Physician.”

What you remember most was the silence. The Emperor’s silence after the stressful months you had to endure alone. The silence shared between you and Geto when you were forced out of the Imperial Court. All that was left was the sound of your heart breaking and the wood creaking underneath Geto’s feet as he walked away. Satoru never bothered to see you off.

Seasons change and by the next spring, you’re busying your hands with collecting herbs for the Imperial Physician, a man by the name of Yaga Masamichi. He is a kind man, pitying you enough to fill your days with laborious tasks to prevent your mind from wandering to thoughts of the unfortunate turn your life has taken. He is even generous enough to supply you with a new wardrobe of clothing full of light fabrics, a luxury you thought you would lose in the Outer Palace. Though the initial humiliation has worn off with the passing of time, you are still constantly reminded of your fall from grace.

Looks by the mix of condolences and disgust are shared when you roam the walls of the Outer Palace. You hear whispers of how the Emperor is infatuated with his newer, shinier toy. It is enough for you to swallow the bile that makes its way up your throat. 

“It is no wonder the Emperor tossed away a wildflower like her in exchange for a cherry blossom. He needed someone to rival his own greatness.” A particular comment stopped you in your tracks. Your grip tightens on the woven basket in your hand filled with medicinal herbs you had collected earlier that morning. 

“Have some pity on her.” Another eunuch whispers. Your breath falters, but you continue your walk with your head held up. You’ve heard the rumors. The beautiful Zenin Himiko has charmed the Emperor enough that there are rumors of a royal marriage to come. It doesn’t help that the Emperor has remained monogamous to her since he had banished you from his court.

A comforting hand links itself with your arm, “Ignore them. I saw Yaga shooing away a crowd of suitors that were lined up for your hand.” Ieiri Shoko scoffs, secretly sending you a wink. She has been studying medicine under Yaga for nearly a decade, eagerly accepting you as a companion upon your arrival. You feel your cheeks heat up at her flattery. You know she’s just trying to make you feel better.

Although your beauty never faded, it seems as though you are no longer sought after in the marriage market. Not that it matters, considering the new life that you’re living. You’re now a personal servant to the Imperial Physician, leaving no time to worry about suitors and such. Your days are filled with good work— tending to Yaga’s cherished garden that he has sowed for decades rather than frivolous games and attending the Emperor. It may not be glorious compared to your former life, but it was the best a woman of your status could receive. 

When you and Shoko return to Yaga’s estate, you’re surprised to see the somber look that has settled on his aging features. Shoko makes an offhand comment that he will age faster if he keeps scowling. She receives a scolding.

“Is something the matter?” You gently place down your basket full of herbs. 

Yaga sighs, calloused hands rolling up a scroll with the Imperial Seal. “It appears the Emperor’s consort has fallen ill and His Majesty commands my presence in the Imperial Palace.” 

The Royal Consort. The woman that dethroned you: Zenin Himiko.

“I understand.” You nod, maintaining your composure while two sets of eyes scrutinize you with keen observation. It was only natural the emperor wanted the best doctor in the country for his object of affection. “Shall I close up the shop while you journey into the Inner Palace?” 

Yaga shakes his head, “That won’t be necessary. I will have Shoko act as my stand-in.” He remarks with a quick glance in her direction “You, on the other hand, will accompany me.” 

Your eyes widen. 

“You cannot be serious.”

“Typically, one of my apprentices would accompany me on such journeys. However, now that I have acquired a personal attendant,” He gestures towards you with a flick of his hand, “It shall no longer be necessary.” As he speaks, he runs his hand absentmindedly through his well trimmed beard, gaging your reaction.

"I—" Your words falter and fade away. "Yes, sir," you respond, inclining your head in deference, a stark reminder of your place. While you may have concealed it, you were seething with humiliation. Returning to the Imperial Palace after a year of exile to serve the woman who took your spot was mortifying beyond measure.

“Very well. Pack enough for one week’s time. I doubt the Emperor would have called me if this was a light ailment.” He says gruffly. “We leave at dawn.” His gaze shifted to the horizon outside.

1 YEAR AGO

“Your Grace,” You purr at the feeling of his large hands scratching your head. 

The smile that rests on his face is almost ravenous. “Yes, my love?”

“I think—“ A soft sigh escapes your lips when he presses on your weak points. “I should g-go.”

His ministrations stop almost immediately. 

“Go?” His eyes peer down at you in his lap. It is now that you realize the weight of his piercing gaze. “Have I commanded you to leave yet?”

“No, but—”

“Then you have nowhere else to be.” He huffs, unintentionally puffing his cheeks out. You stifle the giggle that nearly escapes from your lips. He vaguely resembles a pufferfish– or so you think. Though you’ve never seen the round creature with your very own eyes, you’ve heard that the delicacy was something only members of the aristocratic class would feast on. 

Your mouth waters at the thought.

“What are you thinking about that could possibly be so important? Keep your eyes on me,” A strong hand squishes your cheeks together and firmly guides your face back upon him. 

You should be embarrassed; ashamed at the intimate position His Majesty has trapped you in. The way your head is tucked away in his lap as he peers down at you, nothing to shield you away from him. It was incredibly scandalous, considering that you were an unmarried woman! But it seemed like the Emperor had taken no mind towards it. You would even dare to say that he was enjoying it, with the way his lips quirk upward at the sight of you squirming. 

“Your Grace,” You repeat, determined to free yourself from his hold. His eyebrows furrow.

“Satoru,” He reminds you. You purse your lips. The position you hold in his court is simply not high enough to grant you the privilege of calling him by his given name.

“Your Grace,” You try again, the title rolling off of your tongue naturally. A man like him did not deserve any title less than.

“You’re breaking my heart, sweetheart. Indulge a man, won’t you?” He pouts down at you. As stubborn as ever, you don’t relent.

“I would be overstepping my boundaries as your consort to call you as such. That privilege is reserved for your future bride.” You take advantage of his guard let down to sit up and escape his hold. If he could have caught you, he made no effort.

“I am a simple man.” He follows you to your vanity. A giggle escapes your mouth. He is anything but. “I want my love to call me by my name.” 

You turn around to cup his cheek. He eagerly leans into your touch, sighing happily at the contact.

“I wonder how Lord Kento and Geto would react to you like this.” You tease, a smile unknowingly painting itself on your lips. 

Satoru’s face falls, features morphing into an appalled expression. You watch him close the distance between you through the mirror.

“Kento?” His voice had a dangerous lilt in it. You blink, unsure what spurred on the sudden tension in the room. “Since when were you so comfortable around him? He cannot satisfy you like I can.” He reminds you of the man’s castrated state as an eunuch. You wince.

“I have not gotten comfortable,” You’re careful to pick your words. Gojo’s possessiveness was something that was not easily tamed. “He simply provides good conversation while you are away.The palace is far too big and lonely while you’re away dealing with clan matters.” 

The only response you get is a quiet grumble. “You’re lucky that you’re pretty.” His large hand creeps its way into your hair again, undoing the hairstyle your ladies in waiting had spent a copious amount of time on earlier that morning. Gojo carefully plucks the extravagant silver hairpin from your hair, the dangling pearls clicking softly at the sudden movement.  His hands slowly make their way down to the kimono that you are wearing, hands ready to undo the obi.

Your hands softly hover his, “I fear that our roles have been reversed. Should it not be me who gets you unready, Your Grace?”

He chuckles and through the mirror you can see a smirk make his way to his lips, “I’d let you undress me any day. Just say the word, beloved.” 

You roll your eyes, but allow him to continue. It was moments like these with the Emperor that led you on to believe that there was a semblance of love between the two of you. 

How wrong you were.

PRESENT DAY

The sun has yet to meet the horizon when you arrive at the Inner Palace. The horse-drawn carriage that you and Yaga had taken is the only sound at the scene, clopping down the stone road and back to the Inner Court. You miss the serenity of the beautiful palace you once resided in, knowing that it will be bustling with life in just a few short hours.

In front of the large doors of the primary ceremonial hall where the Emperor spends most of his time, stands Lord Nanami, a counsellor to the Emperor himself. Time has only made his face sterner, but his neatly styled hair and blue and yellow dyed court attire remained the same. He waits patiently while you and Yaga make your way up the flight up stairs that lead up to the hall.

“I am glad to see you in good health, Yaga.” Nanami bows. 

The man next to you promptly waves his politeness off, thanking him for his hospitality. You stand silently while the two men engage in conversation regally.

Lord Nanami sighs, “His Majesty has been plagued by stress lately. To say I am relieved by your presence would be an understatement.” His statement is a subtle reminder that you must harden your heart upon entering the palace walls. The meticulously built walls were no longer a sanctuary for you, rather, a painful testament that you were no longer wanted. 

Yaga lets out a hearty laugh and it reveals a rare sight, Lord Nanami’s lips curving upwards by a slight. “I highly doubt the boy would be glad to see me. The appearance of the Imperial Physician is portentous.” He scratches his beard. You tilt your head in confusion at how he referred to the Emperor.

“I suppose, yet I am intrigued to find out how he will react upon seeing his object of affection flourishing anew despite the sting of frost.” Nanami audibly wonders. Even a fool could understand his eloquent comparison. The Emperor would be thrilled to see his consort in full bloom once again. You pray that the Heavens would grant you some mercy from witnessing such a scene.

“Youth,” Yaga shakes his head, chuckling to himself before regaining composure. “I mustn't keep the Emperor waiting. [Name], please gather the herbal ingredients to treat the young Consort as you seem fit. I shall confer with His Majesty and meet you in her chambers to declare a proper diagnosis.”

You bow, “Yes sir.”

While Yaga prepares to enter the doors where The Heavenly Emperor resides, your eyes couldn’t help but gaze longingly at the large bronze doors. 

“You seem well,” Nanami addresses you for the first time in over a year. Your eyes trail from the Emperor’s door to the blonde man in front of you. “Allow me to guide you to our herbal stock.” Nanami offers you his arm as you start to make your way down the stairs. 

You take it, lightly holding his arm.  “Thank you, Lord Nanami. Time away from the Inner Palace has been like a breath of fresh air,” You respond, ensuring your voice carries no malice. You hear the large palace doors from behind you open, the metal creaking loudly in the quiet dawn. 

“I must ask you to call me Kento,” He leads you down the stone steps. “We are old friends, it is strange to hear anything but.” 

You focus on your steps down the stairs, only responding once your feet meet the solid ground, “I fear that our social statuses have changed since then. It would be the cause of a scandal should anyone hear I am calling the Imperial Counselor by his given name. Your admirers would have my head on a stick.”

“Your imagination is amusing as always, [Name].” He gives you a closed eyes smile. You huff.

“I am only speaking the truth!” You insist. He chuckles.

“It is quite refreshing to see both you and Yaga again. I’m not sure how long it has been since I have been at the imperial physician.” 

You gape at his confession. “You mustn't skip your annual visits to the physician, Kento. It is in the best interest of your health!” You lightly scold him, lifting your hand to flick his forehead. It was a force of habit. “Perhaps if I have time after treating the Consort, I shall do a check up on you.”

Nanami clears his throat at your comment, the twinkle in his eyes dissipating as if your direct touch had burned him. 

“I would rather not lose my head.” He mumbles, eyes scanning the courtyard around the two of you. You knit your eyebrows, confused.

Nanami leaves you to fulfill his duties once you arrive at the Royal Kitchens to retrieve all the necessary items to treat Consort Himiko. You are glad that he did not accompany you into the kitchens to prepare Consort Himiko’s herbal soup. 

The memory of it still irks you.

“You’re late,” One of Consort Himiko’s ladies in waiting snaps just as you enter the kitchen. You look up to see a young girl, dressed in a light purple kimono. It must be Himiko’s signature, you note. It was strange to see someone outside of the Imperial family donning the color, but you suppose it was only a grand display of Himiko’s influence.

“You’re a lot more plain than I anticipated,” The other lady in waiting quirks an eyebrow, eyeing your appearance. You furrow your eyebrows, shocked by their rudeness.Their undying loyalty to their Lady was enough to fuel an unspoken hatred for you. Though you’re not sure that the two coincide, you don’t blame them.

The two are mixing a concoction that you don’t recognize to be used to treat the sick. The taller one adds some aromatics and herbs in and you see the other one unwrap a cloth to reveal a rare delicacy from the West. Cocoa, you believed they called it. 

Then it hits you– the two are not making a medicinal soup for their Lady, rather they are making an aphrodisiac! The image that conjures in your head makes you blanch. Back in the Outer Palace, Shoko had shown you the effects of the stimulant (you shiver at the memory of her shoving a treat laced with it into your mouth). It was certainly a night to remember.

“How pathetic,” You mutter underneath your breath, quickly rushing to obtain the ingredients you needed without making conversation with the two girls.

Fortunately, they pay you no further attention for the time you’re in the kitchen.

“Please excuse me,” You bow upon entering the Emperor’s chambers. Despite the Consort’s Pavilion being similar in size to a small town, you remember spending most of your time in the Emperor’s chambers rather than your own. It was probably the same case with Consort Himiko. You slowly place the tray carrying broth and medicinal herbs to treat the Consort down on the circular wooden table in the middle of the room.

Out of curiosity, your eyes can’t help but soak in the Emperor’s room. Not much has changed since you’ve left. His Majesty’s preference for minimalist decorations have stayed the same, along with his natural musk that fills your nose. You feel your face heat up at your own thoughts. How could you think of such a thing when you are about to meet his new lover?

Your gaze moves to his bed, where Consort Himiko resides– only to find nothing.

“Huh?” 

You observe his bed, silk sheets neatly made, seemingly untouched. The sounds of your sock clad feet patter on the wooden floor as you make your way to feel the bedsheets for any signs of warmth, but you are met with nothing.

“Don’t you know that entering the Emperor’s chambers can be punishable by death?” A deep voice from behind you causes you to jump in your spot. 

Your guard is immediately raised, head whipping to the sound. In hindsight, you should have never agreed to accompany Yaga on his trip. It was a foolish idea all along, you think as all of the air in your lungs dissipates upon seeing your former lover. 

Standing at the entrance of his own sleeping quarters is Gojo Satoru, his frame big enough to tower over the doorway. His arms are crossed over each other, electric blue eyes focused on nothing else but you. You press your thighs together tightly to avoid squirming anymore than you are.  He has loosened his dark blue kimono to expose some of his hardened chest, a sight any woman in the nation would die to catch a glimpse.  Even underneath all of the fabric, anyone can see his divinely sculpted physique.

“Your Grace,” You waste no time to dip your body deeply, praying that he will allow you to keep your head by sunset. “I apologize for the intrusion, I was under the pretense that Consort Himiko resided in your quarters–” Your voice loses itself in your throat when you see his shadow quickly encroaching.

“Himiko stays in her Pavilion,” He towers over you, eyes gazing down on you. “But one might suspect that you already knew that.”

Your eyes frantically meet his feet, desperate to salvage what was left of your dignity, “I assure you that I speak of the truth, Your Majesty.”

When he doesn’t respond, you slowly lift your head.

The flustered look on your face must have been amusing to him, as he makes his way closer to you, bending down to interrogate you further.

“Is that so?” He hums, enjoying every second of cornering you into his chambers. The back of your legs have met his bed, trapping you. You inhale sharply, trying to keep your breaths even, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on you.

He continues, “You’re awfully skittish for someone who was happily skipping around my territory in the arms of another man just earlier.” His predatory gaze seems to darken. 

“Kento?” When his name leaves your lips, the man in front of you grits his teeth. You turn your head to the side, deliberately avoiding him. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, but I don’t see how Kento and I’s relationship is any of your concern,” He does not take your actions well, his gaze searing into you.

“It certainly is when the woman in question is you,” Gojo’s voice loses its feral lilt, distress flashing across his face. There’s a newfound desperation in it that chips away at your resolve. His hand raises to your face so slowly, as if he did not want to startle you.

“This is wrong. I– I saw a couple of servants earlier making aphrodisiacs, perhaps you could have unknowingly consumed them.” You tell him, frantic eyes meeting him. It is not unusual for couples to use aphrodisiacs, you know that after under Yaga. The Emperor must have mistaken the laced dessert for his usual. 

He shakes his head, running a hand through his white hair.

“You are mistaken. This is solely your effect on me.” He promises. You could barely believe his words, stuck between feeling offended or shocked.

“How could you stand to be so cruel?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. There are no tears in your eyes this time.  “I am not a courtesan you can buy for the night,” You snap, pointing a harsh finger to his chest. 

“What do you mean?” He sounds breathless.

“Whatever do I mean?” You scoff, a dry laugh escaping your mouth. “For a year, all I have gotten is pity from the world, because you decided I was no longer entertaining. You could have at least banished me away yourself. Instead, you sent Suguru who couldn’t even look me in the eye! Don’t you know how humiliating that is?” With every word that left your lips, more venom seemed to drip. Anger was prickling you all over, taking control of the rational part of you.

Gojo seemed to be taken aback by your outburst. It was far too late to take anything back now. If you lose your head by nightfall, so be it.

You dig a deeper grave for yourself when you take advantage of his moment of weakness to flee. He’s quick to react, attempting to grip your wrist.

“Wait, [Name], beloved–” He uses that all too familiar term of endearment, but it doesn't deter you.

You accidentally bump into the circular wooden table placed in the middle of the room. What an awful place to keep it, watching in horror as the Consort’s medicine shatters on the floor. To add salt to the wound, a vase you recognize to be specially gifted to the Emperor from a foreign nation tips off too before you can catch it. The sound of porcelain shattering fills the room.

“[Name]! Are you alright?” You hear Gojo ask from behind you, but you run over the broken shards before he can catch you.

Had you bothered to pay closer attention, you would have noticed articles of your clothing and a couple of your missing belongings littered all over the room– creating a faux impression that you never really left the palace.

Days passed by after the incident, and luckily, your head was still attached to your body despite offending and nearly endangering the Emperor. Yaga’s disappointment when you had told him what happened was made evident when he sent you home early after hearing the events that transpired, insisting that he can handle the Consort on his own. Normally you would have argued, but you knew better than to inflict Yaga’s wrath.

“Now you’ve really done it,” Shoko whistles lowly, walking in from the front of Yaga’s shop. 

You hide your face in your hands, “I made an absolute fool of myself, didn’t I?”

“A fool? No. A conspirator against the Emperor? Perhaps.” She dangles a scroll with a familiar seal on it. The Gojo Clan’s familiar emblem reflects off of the sunlight spilling into the room. Your heart drops.

“Oh, they’ll have my head.” You moan, hands instinctively lifting to shield your neck.

“Though I’m quite impressed that Yaga only sent you back here. He used to have worse punishments.” She shudders before impatiently unraveling the scroll. You watch her eyes gradually widen as they read the contents of the letter. The scroll falls from her hand.

You rush to it, desperate to read your fate.

To [Last Name] [First Name],

Greetings and prosperity unto you.

By the mandate of the heavens and the authority vested in Us, We hereby extend Our solemn words to you, [Last Name] [First Name], servant of the realm, in acknowledgement of your debt to the Empire.

In response to your unmeritorious deeds, The Emperor bestows upon you His imperial pardon from capital punishment. In consideration of your obligations and the harmony of the realm, it is hereby decreed that you shall serve as an indentured servant to the Imperial Household for a period commensurate with your debt. During this time, you shall labor faithfully and diligently under the supervision of Our Heavenly Emperor, performing duties essential to the welfare of the Empire.

By fulfilling your obligations with diligence and humility, you may yet earn favor and esteem in Our sight.

The Imperial Court

A loud gasp escapes your mouth.

You feel your legs weaken, your emotions running wild. Shoko’s eyes meet yours, mirroring your frantic gaze. In that moment, you are met with the same suffocating sense of hopelessness.

extra!

gojo was kicking his feet happily as he watched suguru draft out his letter to you. suguru thought it rather cruel, while the white haired male was too busy purring happily as he fantasized about having you back into his grasp.

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Prequel Part I

Yandere Short Story Series:

Too Late For Remorse

Yandere Cheater Duke x Countess Reader x Duke

TW: murder, yandere themes, cheating (mentioned), delusional behavior, yandere is the villain, etc.

“So you’re breaking off the engagement between my son and your daughter?” Duke Blackburn sat in the chair across from Count (last name). The older Duke delicately held the tea cup in his hand.

“I apologize for breaking the agreement, but my daughter cannot be without a man who associates with the Serpico family.” Duke Blackburn nodded his head in agreement.

“I understand, I’m also not a big fan of infidelity.” It was quite well known in the noble faction that Duke Blackburn’s wife had messed around with many knights during their short marriage. Which worked in Count (Last name)’s favor since Duke Blackburn despised the unfaithful.

Duke Blackburn continued the conversation, “You know your daughter was promised to marry a Blackburn. It’d be a shame to not have such a beautiful woman in our family. I have another son who’s a few years younger than her.”

“Eh, I don’t know if Broderick be a good match since he’s not quite mature yet…” Count (Last name) sighed. “I wouldn’t mind my daughter marrying you if I’m honest-“

Duke Blackburn’s cheeks flushed in shock, the Duke nearly dropped his tea cup from the Count’s words. “I beg your finest pardon?”

“My daughter would be in good hands if she was with you. You’re mature and you’ve been single for over a decade.” Count (last name) gestured to the portrait of his daughter behind him. “You said it yourself that my daughter was beautiful.”

“That does not mean I want to marry a woman half my age-“

“Duke Lucius Blackburn and Duchess (your

name), I can picture it.” Count (last name) howled with laughter when the Duke hid his scarred face in his gloved hands. The older Duke felt embarrassed by the Count’s teasing.

Lucius and (your name)? It is a normal occurrence of marrying a younger woman in this day and age, but she was his own son’s ex-fiancée! Then again, it would be a similar situation if she became engaged to Broderick…

“Alright. I will marry your daughter-“ Duke Blackburn put his hand on Count (last name)’s shoulder before the smaller man could cheer. “But consult with her first. I’m an old man and I’m still the commander of the Royal’ Family’s army. I’d hardly have time for her.”

“Of course I will. I’m sure she will be delighted!”

Duke Blackburn and Count (last name) continued to have small talk but Lucius couldn’t help the feeling of nervousness that crept up his veins. Would she really be alright with a man like him?

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“So Duke Blackburn said he’d marry you if you’d like to be with him.” (Your name) quirked a brow at her father. The young woman slowly sipped the tea her father had prepared for this meeting. She was a bit surprised her father wanted to find her a partner this quickly, but she was also in her prime. If (your name) didn’t marry soon, she never would.

“But I just ended my engagement to him-“

“Wrong Blackburn, my dear. I’m talking about Lucius Blackburn-“ (your name) spat out the tea and choked a bit. Lucius?! As in Trishan’s father?! “Are you alright?”

“Father, you can’t possibly- why?” (Your name) struggled to formulate words as a million questions ran through her brain. Engagement to Trishan’s father?! His father?!

“Well, he’s a much better man than his spawn. Don’t you think, my dear?” Count (last name) puffed his chest out in pride. “Plus he’s still quite fit despite his age-“

“Father!” (Your name) stood up, her being frazzled with bewilderment. “It hasn’t even been a week since my engagement was annulled and… that man is old enough to be my father!”

“But he would treat you well!”

(Your name) shook her head and was about to excuse herself from the table. How was she supposed to get her revenge if she now had to marry Trishan’s father?

(Your name) held her head while the gears began to turn in her head. Wait. This could work… she could use Lucius to her advantage.

“You’re right, father. How could I not see that before?” (Your name) bent down and pressed a kiss to her father’s cheek. “Thank you, daddy.”

The count was in shock before his whole face lit up. He was so happy to bring his daughter joy! She deserved to be happy!

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Trishan threw a chair across his room in anger. His engagement had been annulled and his beloved was to marry his father?! No… this wasn’t how his second chance was supposed to work out! They were supposed to be happy together!

“Trishan?” Trishan’s blood went cold when he heard a familiar, feminine voice from outside his door. What was that snake doing here? “You haven’t replied to any of my letters and I’m really worried about you…”

Lies. That woman only wanted to become a Duchess and she had murdered (your name) in the past… was this her fault?

Trishan felt murderous intent drip throughout his veins as he stood up. Yes… this was Gia’s fault. If she didn’t exist… then (your name) would come back to him.

Trishan’s lips curved up in a demented smile. If he got rid of Gia then everything would fall back into place. Just like it was meant to.

“Wait for me darling… I’ll make everything right this time.”