#Yandere Maxim horvath

[verysmolnerd]

Fuck it. Yandere Maxim

When he permanently lost Veronica to Balthazar, something inside him just snapped. A thousand years worth of magical battles and losing to the same person can make you lose it.

It’s not like Balthazar attempted to fix his broken relationship with any of the ancient apprentices. It’s almost like rubbing in a victory, expect multiply it by every single year Maxim lost. Long story short, he’s in a permanently foul mood.

He’s heavily affected by his past failures and refuses to grow from it, as mentioned before. So when someone catches his eye, they’re better off either dropping off the face of the earth or..there’s no alternative, whoever is the sudden target of his infatuation, they’re fucked.

So, if you are the target of his sudden descent into true madness, you’ll notice eyes on you. Like normal, you’ll be unable to see the source. Maybe if you’re perceptive, you can see the faintest baby blue glow from across the street. It’s always some form of jewelry, but you could never figure why it glows so much; noticeably bright for that matter.

If you work at some sort of food service job or coffee shop, you’ll notice that one of your regulars lack their personality that you’ve known for a long time. Then they leave, and re-enter with their normal personality, and different clothes for that matter.

I would say this could go on for a week at least, a month at most. Maxim’s patience has long since run very thin. He’s already played the waiting game with Veronica and lost, he’s not about to do that again.

However, he is dramatic. So, he’s going to come after you in the cliche New York evenings when you’re walking home by yourself. The only indication that he’s nearing was the strength of the wind increasing.

Then it suddenly stops, and you feel cool metal tap again the back of your head.. and then you fall forward, losing consciousness.

As for being in his captivity, scream, beg, cry; nothing works for home. He’s been in the magical side of every single war that took place within the past thousand years. Screaming bloody murder won’t do anything. It’ll just piss him off and then you find that you’re unable to open your mouth.

The location he brings you can only be accessed with magic. It’s a nice abode, but you’ll never see the light of day. That meaning, you also lose track of time very easily. Each room you enter is always lit the same, by some electric chandelier. The dim lighting starts to get to you after a while.

Behaving and playing the part that he wanted Veronica to play can surely help you out. Granted, he’ll never be as doting as he would in the past, but the shadows of his selfless kindness start to show.

If you happened to know another sorcerer, then that would really piss him off. The only sorcerers that are able to stop him are the people who beat him in the first place. So any sorcerer that isn’t them will meet a brutal fate. He’ll have some part of them on display as if it’s some sort of art piece.

If you are friends with the stronger sorcerers, then you better stay with them as long as you live (or unless his interest for you fades) because he will be biding his time to capture you.

If you yourself know magic, he’ll be some sort of strict master to you. You don’t know what his intentions are for you, but it certainly helps pass the time.

You never really deal with his mood changing that much, he’s still the closed off sorcerer who’s lost so many times that he’s bitter for eternity.

When worse comes to worse, he will use you without consent, but I think he’s too upset with his past to be sexually interested or frustrated for that matter.

If his infatuation gets the best of him, he will be affectionate. I imagine this will be a lot later down the line should you choose to submit to him. He’ll gradually become more comfortable with showing such affections. He doesn’t want another Veronica case, so for a long ass time you’re just kidnapped with an emotionally distant man who just admires you like a work of art.

If you somehow escape (his magical house doesn’t have any exists and is far bigger than a labyrinth) he’ll be at wits end to find you. No matter how many people stand in front of you, their bodies will soon lay lidless on the floor.

He does love you to some extent, it’s just scary. He’s almost like a cursed porcelain pot. Pretty and nice to look at until broken, then the shard will cut you.

First yandere headcannon, shit got wild.

[braindead94]

“What-just what the fuck are you?!” You yelled at him while keeping your distance from him and the burning building that once was your workplace. The heat from the fire was immense and painful, but not in the way that made you fearful that day. Not by it, but by the tall man with the cane with the blue gem on it.

Whom simply smiled through his goatee, what should have been a warm and soft smile if it wasn’t for the fact his dark eyes glowed with the blaze from the infurno. “I am your new life, my dear. Your will, your protector, your devoted servant with a bleeding heart.” He said in a posh voice.

You only glanced at the building again and held back a shudder of the poor burning people stuck inside. “You are batshit insane is what you are! Stay the fuck away from me-“ you felt yourself cut off as you try to finished your scream at him, but your mouth only moved to the words silently. You try to speak again but your lips move on as if on mute. The tall man just tsk with a mocking concern on his handsome face, strolling toward to you as you Trimble where you stand.

“Do continue to deny my advances, my dear. It oils only delay the inevitable”

[the-yandere-cryptid]

If you have the time, would you be willing to make a head-cannon for Yandere!Horvath?

Do you have any head cannons on Yandere Horvath? I am kinda stuck on a fic and I might appreciate some ideas if your willing to share. =)

🎱 After Morgana’s death, he can think of nothing better to dedicate his life to than you.

🎱 100% Possessive Yandere, and not plagued by the slightest delusion. He just knows from experience that you could be taken from him at any given moment, and takes great care to ensure that never happens.

🎱His yandere tendencies come from a deeply entrenched insecurity. Horvath must always wear a face of cool, calculated indifference, and most times it’s not a front. But with you, he could never admit what the damage of losing you would cause him. He simply cannot allow It.

🎱 Places magic trackers on you in the form of various gifts, clothes and accessories, and gets very miffed if you don’t wear them.

🎱 And even then, that’s only if you’re away from him. Most times he pushes everything aside to be with you, whether you like it or not.

🎱 No man can look at you for more than a few seconds before falling ill of some “bad luck.”

🎱 When he places a collar on you for a first time, it’s without permission and without warning. Just a huff of approval at the sight of his lover, his lover, HIS.

[self-shipping-chaos]

Hello! Welcome to the blog! You can call me Shark or Omen, I answer to either. A few things to note:

Please DNI if you are not 18+

There will be yandere content on this blog, if you don't like this then don't interact

I'm not gonna tolerate anon hate, I will simply block and move on and yes it is possible to block anons

I'll add info about my self inserts as I finish making them

My f/os are as follows, feel free to send in asks about them and my s/is

Cyrus (Pokemon)

Giovanni (Pokemon)

Archie (Pokemon)

Maxie (Pokemon)

Cynthia (Pokemon)

Cyllene (Pokemon)

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil)

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil)

Doctor Octopus/Otto Octavius/Olivia Octavius (Raimi, Spiderverse, TSSM, the animated series, comics, PS4)

Bayonetta

Pretty much any Mark Sheppard character (Crowley (spn), Charles Walker (Medium), Cecil (X Files), Kipling (Doom Patrol), Arnon (Charmed), Badger (Firefly), Charles LeBlanc (Xtinction: Predator X)

Yoshikage Kira (JJBA)

Jotaro Kujo (JJBA)

Rohan Kishibe (JJBA)

Lucifer (Obey Me)

Mammon (Obey Me)

Leviathan (Obey Me)

Satan (Obey Me)

Asmodeus (Obey Me)

Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Belphegor (Obey Me)

Barbatos (Obey Me)

Diavolo (Obey Me)

Stephen Arden (Species)

Maxim Horvath (Sorcerer's Apprentice)

Comte de Reynaud (Chocolat)

Boris "The Butcher" Blavasky (Man Who Knew Too Little)

Denis Brabant (Scorpion Spring)

Armand Gamache (Three Pines)

Leland Drury (White Fang 2)

Hugh Weldon (Pete's Meteor)

Andrés Galan (Matador)

Ricardo Morales (Law and Order LA)

Chandler Manning (The Lodger)

Angel (Maverick)

Gabriel Duvall (Law and Order SVU, but rewritten with more consistency)

Ares (Wonder Woman 2009)

Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin (Batman)

Dr. Stephen Strange/Sinister Strange/Heartless Strange (MCU, What If...?, and comics)

Michael Myers (the original 1978 version)

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface

Pyramid Head

Valak (the demon from The Conjuring 2 and The Nun)

Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV (Ghost)

Father Jim DeFroque (Ghost)

Mary Goore (Repugnant)

Father Gascoigne (Bloodborne)

Moon Presence (Bloodborne)

Amygdala (Bloodborne)

Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower (Bloodborne)

Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

Granthem Du'Met/Hector Munday (Dark Pictures Anthology: The Devil in Me)

I'll add more as time goes on

[braindead94]

Always behind you….

Excuse me, I’m just gonna vomit this out-

The old sorcerer never had much interest in the common mortals that surrounded this deary world. They all are beneath him, so inadequate to magic users, honestly, how could Merlin see it as a sorcerers job to protect them when they have the power to rule?

Never did see why the need to seek out companionship until he met you.

Maxim was in a new city, so many new buildings and sights that threw him off for a second, but it was that second that you saw him being lost and offered him some help. You didn’t just give him directions, you walked along with him, chatting trivial things like ‘Doctor Who’ or ‘What color do you trust’. But it only made him feel seen, you made him feel a forgotten sense. A sense he thought was gone after Veronica.

Horvath moved on front that day, passing you off as a pleasant thing in his day but then he saw you again in a different part of the city. Curiosity filling his mind and he followed you.

And it only lead him down a path that one would only describe as ‘A twisted path of obsession’. But he didn’t care, he felt that old desire rising in his wicked hear once more and he’d be dammed if he let it go.

He soon learned of your name, where you live, your job, whatever is connected to you, he knows. Soon there wasn’t a single thing he doesn’t know about you and it makes him ill.

Why now must he find a soulmate? Why is it a simple mortal with no ambition in life has fought his attention?

Damn it all, he needs that love, he wants to hear your voice close to him, needs to feel how soft your skin is, he NEEDS you with him.

Perhaps this world isn’t better off dead, not if it means he could snatch you from that place you call a home and into his ever doting care

[the-yandere-cryptid]

💌 for Horvath, please?

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon

Sending: If you want a nude of Horvath, you're going to need to wait on a full scale erotic oil painting to be commissioned. And yes, it is going up in the living room.

Receiving: Horvath is a little too prideful (and polite) to outright request you send him nudes. But he's definitely gotten comfy with insinuating, sending provocative messages--essentially communicating that he wants to see you. When you do send him these pictures, he sees it as a certain layer of trust and therefore treats it with respect. He's also just as imaginative with his praise as he is with his insults, to the point he practically celebrates your nude body with poetry.

[the-yandere-cryptid]

tbh I know next to nothing about Horvath, but would love to hear some of your general headcanons!

DELIGHTFUL.

Idk why, of all the Molina stuff I've watched, Horvath is my favorite character. Is it the slick fashion sense? The selfsure confidence? The raw sexual energy? Who knows but I would love to share my headcanons with you, dear anon.

Maxim Horvath/Reader Headcanons:

♠️ Can be a backstabbing snake, or can be fiercely loyal. The more interesting your game is, the more likely he is to follow your lead.

♠️ Given that he's over 1300 years old and has traveled the world, he's pretty well versed in the art of seduction. ♠️ Likes dancing. Will only ever admit it if you bring it up first. ♠️ His favorite thing in the world is you falling asleep on him. Despite himself he can hardly relax with you close, but when you're passed out, vulnerable and entrusting yourself in his care, it melts him.

♠️ His Love Language: Gift Giving. Calling Maxim emotionally stunted would be an understatement. He prefers showering you in gifts, ranging from expensive clothes and jewelry to buying you a fancy coffee and breakfast every. Single. Morning. Will attempt to settle any issues you might have with chocolate/flowers/etc. ♠️"What do people like these days? Phones? I got you one of your fancy phones." / "Maxim I already have a phone." / "Well now you have two." ♠️ Any relationship with him is sure to be tumultuous. He would never admit to it but the incident with Veronica and Balthazar still stings him even 1300 years later. There's a reason he never pursued another relationship seriously, and even if he decides it's time to move on with you that doesn't mean his inferiority complex disappears. ♠️ Expect to see his controlling nature in full force. Any time he can justify spending with you, he will. Potential suitors are taken out of your life and with haste. He's already lost the game of love once, he refuses to go through it again. NSFT below the cut:

♠️ THIS. MAN. IS. KINKY! You would think because he's been in holding for the last 100 or so years you would need to explain new age fetishes to him but he'll just "Oh yeah I did that once at a fuck party in 1479. Not my thing really tbh."

♠️ 100% Unwavering dom. He's a control freak, and while he definitely fantasizes about handing over the reigns in the bedroom, trust issues make it almost certain it'll never happen.

♠️ Favorite Kinks: Corruption, Sadomasochism, Humiliation, Master/Slave Dynamics, & Gags/Drool

♠️ When you introduce him to the modern world of porn, he finds himself drawn to erotica. Lets him utilize his imagination a little more.

♠️ Not the best with aftercare, at least not until your very close. The more affectionate he grows with you, the more willing he'll be to stay in bed after sex instead of wander over to the window, his desk, wherever he escapes to after the frightening experience of intimacy.

[the-yandere-cryptid]

NSFW ABCs - Maxim Horvath

Based on a request, I enjoyed this a lot and I can't wait to do more of these ABCs once my requests open!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Depends purely on the stage of the relationship. To begin with he’s incredibly cold, pulling away and keeping to himself after even the most heated sex. But if you keep reaching out despite that and make him feel comfortable with the idea of opening up, he’ll start staying in bed longer and longer. By the time you’re close, he’ll hold you close to his chest, stroking your hair while he reads a book or something similar. Not one for speaking; he might ask and answer questions, attempting to sniff out what worked and what didn’t, but ultimately not a “words of affirmation” kind of man.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part and also their partner’s)

Ultimately, Horvath’s favorite part of your body is your eyes. He believes so much can be stored in them and is constantly using eye contact, especially in any serious discussions. One of the types to insist on eye contact during sex, and it’s one of the main reasons he prefers lights on during sex.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)

Horvath isn’t messy by nature, and absolutely prefers cumming down your throat/inside of you as opposed to on your skin. There’s much cleaner (and more permanent) ways to mark you as his. If he does get the occasional urge to cum on your face, it’s up to you to clean it up. (I should also note he would never do this to a partner he considers his equal. Messes are for worthless whores only.)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Due to his lack of trust in others, Horvath has rarely sought company in the last 1000 years. That said, the need for relief doesn’t go away, so while Horvath would NEVER admit to masturbation, he’s done it quite a bit.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Incredibly experienced, if a little rusty. 90% of his one night stands throughout his long life was just to reaffirm for himself that he still knew what he was doing.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Anything with him on top. His particular favorite would be holding his partner upside down, and pounding down inside of them. (Jackhammer/Butter Churner position) Really strokes his dominant ego, with the added bonus of blood rushing to his partners head making it very easy to fuck them stupid.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s not afraid to crack a witty joke here and there in the foreplay, but once the ball gets rolling he takes it pretty seriously. Trying to joke or laugh during the act itself is a pretty good way to get caned.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Horvath took a lot of pride in being more clean than the slime around him and that still holds true today. He keeps his downstairs nicely trimmed, and though he’s learned about modern hair dye he chooses to keep his salt-and-pepper hair for a more refined look.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Another that depends on time and comfort. Most times he’s somewhat detached, almost amused more than aroused when it comes to making you come apart. Sometimes he’s more attentive, almost caring as he helps you achieve orgasm. Sometimes, if you’re close and he gets drunk, he makes an intense change: He becomes hopelessly passionate, hands and lips all over your body as he fucks you until you pass out. He’ll press his skin to yours, whisper your name and all sorts of sweet nothings in your ear, then act the next day like it never happened.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Incredibly private time, and can also last for hours. Usually done in his study, he’ll lock the doors, dim the lights, and read from an erotica novel to get himself in the mood. Once he’s warmed up, he’ll relax in his chair and let his imagine drift. It’s loaded, but he figures that if his body is going to make him do it, he might as well relish in it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Openly into begging, collars & leashes, wax play, degradation, pet play, spanking, rough sex, and weapon play. Secretly into Body worship, breeding, and hypnotism.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Will tease you in public but nothing too salacious. Mostly keeps it in the bedroom, but also really enjoys sex in his study, and he’s not unknown to snatch you up for a quickie in random parts of the house.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Maxim is a through-and-through control freak. Dominance, in any situation, is sure to get his blood flowing. He may be a little older, a little less hot-blooded than his younger self, but there’s nothing that gets him going quite like getting his enemy (or indeed, his sweetheart) down on their knees.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Not into any sort of unsanitary kinks, and he’s also not interested in subbing for you. He might try it once, out of a combination of love and curiosity, but even if you managed to convince him to give it a try it’d probably be something like “That was enjoyable, let’s never do it again.”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Mixed. While Horvath was well bathed, most of his life he was surrounded by people whose genitals would never be allowed anywhere near his mouth, so he’s not as experienced with it as he is other things. That said, he only gives oral after a shower, but he’s also uncharacteristically patient and receptive during it, paying attention to your reactions to try and give you the best pleasure he can give. Receiving for him is another power display, so expect his cocky attitude while you please him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Depends on his mood. The closer he is to you, the slower and more intense it will become, unless he’s angry for whatever reason.

Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not a huge fan, but it serves a purpose, and he doesn’t always have time to torture you for 4 hours every time he gets hard. Quick, quiet, and if it happens, it usually means he’s in a good mood, so expect a bit more sweetness than usual. It ends as soon as it starts though, and he’ll slide away after cumming inside of you to continue on his day.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

At his age there’s not a lot of new things for him to try, but he has no issues threatening your safety in exchange for some risky sex play. Then, as you grow closer, he becomes much less willing to do so. If you have something new to introduce him to he’s usually hesitant, but ultimately a quick learner. He also has a pretty good sense of knowing whether or not he’ll like something before he tries it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

One round guy. He prefers to drag out foreplay and pleasing you as long as possible, then finally get himself off when he’s close to bursting. Helps reduce the amount of skin-on-skin contact, an aversion that begins to fade the longer you spend with him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Prefers the use of magic over toys, scoffs at the concept of vibrators. Why would he need that when he can make anything vibrate at ten times the intensity? (Don’t let him fool you though. If he were to walk in on your masturbating with as vibrator/fleshlight/anything, he will be quick to use it against you.)

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Is this even a question. He’ll edge you for hours with no relief if he feels like it. Even at his sweetest he takes a particular enjoyment out of watching you squirm and beg beneath him so, if you sleep with him you’ll have to enjoy being treated unfairly.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Very uncommon for him to make “indecent” noises. He’s either speaking, teasing, demanding of you, or if he’s getting close or losing himself, he’s quiet. Little grunts and groans, small sighs and curses. He’ll cover his own mouth if he finds a particularly dirty sound creeping up his throat.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Horvath does not fetishize inexperience. Doesn’t like sleeping with “ohh sir I don’t even know what sex is” virgins and has little patience for fumbling. The most basic of human instincts and you don’t know what you’re doing? Don’t expect him to hold your hand. Not to say he has no patience at all: If you’re confident, interesting, and willing to put your trust in his hands, he’ll teach you kinks you’ve never even considered.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s packing and he knows it. Just under 8 inches, thick around, and uncircumcised. The kind of dick you would see in porn. If you’re a bit smaller and can’t take it all, he will make it fit. Whether or not he uses magic to do so as opposed to force depends on how much he likes you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s older, but it’s also been over 1000 years since he’s had a regular partner, so the sudden attraction came with a huge jump in hormones. Overall pretty active for his age.

Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Horvath is a chronic insomniac. It will be years before he even falls asleep in your presence, let alone after sex.

[the-yandere-cryptid]

Female!reader Prime Merlinean is hiding from yandere Horvath, but it’s only a matter of time before he finds them.

maxim horvath getting more than a little obsessed with f!reader, who is also the prime Merlinian

I’m currently working on the continuation to Low Lays the Devil but, that’s slow-going so have some Horvath to quench the thirst in the meantime \m/

You weren’t sure how he managed to keep up. You knew this area of New York like the back of your own hand, had used every side street and crowded sidewalk to try and give your tail the slip, but it felt futile. Even your best efforts didn't slow the enemy at your heels, always following just a short distance away. Horvath had switched forms a few times, appeared as various other bystanders, but his magical cane gave him away every time. You wondered why he didn’t whisk it away as part of his disguise, and the only answer you could figure was that he wanted you to know that he was still behind you. The implications of that only pushed you into a deeper panic.

You needed to lose him before he managed to catch you alone.

You rounded a corner, giving yourself a precious few seconds out of eyesight. You ducked into the entrance way of the shop on the corner, barely sparing a glance to see if anyone was looking before phasing your body through the glass door. Rushing past huge rolls of fabric and yarn displays, you ducked behind the counter and crossed your fingers hoping Horvath would disappear. The store was dark and the shadows passing by gave you little to go off of, so you counted the seconds passing on your fingers until a whisper caught your attention.

Ears perked, you crawled on your hands and knees to peek around the counter, eyes widening at the sight of gray smoke oozing in through the cracks of the door. It moved pointedly around the room, combing over the displays while you went back to cowering behind the register. All your fear about being cornered, and here you had gone and cornered yourself! You kept your body tucked as flat against the counter as you could physically manage, frozen still while the cool smoke rushed over you. It lingered in front of you for a moment before zipping back to the door, the whisper becoming fervent.

Shit. You sprung to your feet, running around the counter as the smoke began to solidify. He was blocking the door, so you made a run for the glass storefront, trying desperately to push the huge wooden display back far enough that you could phase through. Thin string wrapped around your ankles, and you held fast to the shelving to keep yourself from being pulled back.

“I’ve already caught you, Mišiću.” He was approaching, pulling harder on the yarn. Your feet floated off the ground, body nearly horizontal as you fought his influence. Then, a hand gripped your ankle instead. “No use in squirming.”

You panicked, using your ring to grab the first thing you felt and winging it in Horvath’s direction. He caught the massive skein of yarn with one hand, tugging you away from the display and throwing you as if you weighed as much as the wool. Magic controlled the way you soared across the room, ending with your back pressed against the far wall and your arms crossed over your chest. Horvath split the paper holding the bundle together and charmed the yarn into unraveling, slithering over to your body and wrapping around you.

“No use in running, either,” he added, walking the thread closer to you. You felt the thick wool change as it snaked around your form, becoming thinner, wider, sleeker. Its rich red color became shiny, the satin ribbon coming to meet at your front and weaving itself into a massive, elaborate bow. It squeezed you tight before settling, and Maxim reached up to adjust the two loops with his own hands, his grin nothing short of wicked.

“For me? You shouldn’t have.”

[the-yandere-cryptid]

talked abt this w my bestie after we watched the sorcerer's apprentice but: maxim horvath would LOVE making u bark like a dog to humiliate u. just saying.

okay so i. LOVED this request lmfao. I also bundled it with another request:

“It would be so much easier to kill you if you weren’t so cute.” Maxim Horvath x reader! Prime Merlinean. It’s up to you if it’s SFW or NSFW. 😊"

that said, while def suggestive this drabble is p much SFW. Enjoy!

(Or read it on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36361924)

“I thought B- was generous.”

You dropped the half-eaten sub in your hands, whirling to face the silhouette in the corner of your tiny apartment. Even with the darkness shrouding him from view, that voice was all too familiar in your nightmares.

“I’ve recently been released from a 10-year sentence, during which the only reading material available to me—“ The stranger pointed with his cane at the fridge, “—was your so-called ‘report’ on Napoleon Bonaparte, from your school bag.”

You shut your eyes, trying to will the man away like your therapist had taught you to do. Back when you had accepted that everything that happened in the Arcana Cabana was a result of delirium, a figment of an overworked imagination. This hallucination was the result of school stress, the same as it was back then. You were certain. You were positive. Yet when you opened your eyes the man remained, still speaking casually to you as if he were a guest in your apartment and not an intruder.

“Your analysis was obvious,” he continued, “Your prose was weak.”

You pursed your lips, unsure of how else to handle this presence in your life. “I was nine.”

“Irrelevant.” The man stood up, and you were instantly off-put by how huge he was. You had always chalked it up to the fact that you were cowering on the floor while he and the other man dueled, but now, twice that age and standing up straight, he still dwarfed you in height. “Where’s the Grimhold? The doll you took from the shop?”

You shut your eyes again, this time in frustration. You had dropped it. After everything that had happened, your entire class laughing and making fun of you, you threw it in the street without another care for its fate. You never suspected anyone would come looking for it, or rather, looking for you. “I-I don’t know, I don’t actually know where it is.”

He held his hand out. Without warning one of your cheap kitchen knives went flying through the air, landing into his palm. Your breath hitched as he slowly turned the blade towards you. “Don’t make me ask you again, otherwise I’ll cut the truth out of you.”

You bolted without another thought, crashing into the door before you wrenched it open. You didn’t feel the heat of pursuit, not right away, not until you were halfway down the stairs to the first floor.

“Get them!”

Growls echoed at the top of the stairs when you got to the bottom, and despite knowing you’d see nothing good you chanced a glance back at your pursuer. The man was nowhere in sight, but instead you found three large wolves, their bared teeth and laser-focus sending you flying out the door of your building like a lightning bolt. Panic had you in its grip now, and you raced up the stairs to the subway station and swiped your card as quickly as you could manage.

Once you got to the platform you were frozen, unsure of your next step. No trains were coming in either direction, nobody else at the station to save you, and not enough time to dig for change and call the police on a pay phone. You heard the growls in the distance; the wolves had somehow gotten through the door and were now barking at the metal turnstiles. With no other option you ducked behind a massive metal trash bin, tucking yourself as flat against the wall as you could manage. Only seconds later you heard the door open, snarling and footsteps carried on the wind as they began to sniff not 30 feet from your hiding spot. As the seconds passed and a life-saving plan failed to come together in your mind, you were quickly realizing how badly you were screwed.

“Come out, come out.” There he was again, that horrifying man delighting in the fact that he was about to kill you. You swallowed back your whimpers, tried to block out his taunting voice as it crept closer to you. “If you behave, I might not even have to kill you.”

You bit down on your index finger to keep your teeth from chattering. Reassuring as that may have sounded, he obviously didn’t believe that you didn’t know where the Grimhold was. He’d probably kill you anyway if you couldn’t lead him to it. The growls were getting closer, and so was he. Well, the only thing worse than running without a plan was waiting for them to stumble on top of you, so you pushed yourself to your feet and took off towards the far end of the station. Except, you may have underestimated how close the wolves actually were, because you only managed to make it a few steps before something pounced on you from behind.

You hit the floor hard and two sets of teeth grabbed hold of your jacket sleeves, twisting your thrashing body about until you were on your back. You stilled as they did, everything hitting an unsettling note of silence when you made eye contact with your captor. Cane pressed to his lips, the man was looking you over intently, his wolves whining impatiently while they waited for his command to dig into your flesh. Sweat beaded on your lip as you waited for him to make the call and end your pathetic life.

“You’re not really much, are you?” he asked, taking a step forward. Confused, and frankly somewhat amazed you were still alive, you shrugged. The man cracked a little smirk as he sauntered closer. “For 10 years Balthazar sung your praises, Y/n. About how you, the Prime Merlinian, would spell my doom once and for all.”

He paused, giving you a pointed up-and-down glance. His gaze oozed with cockiness, the same as his voice. “Yet I seem to have you at my complete mercy. Funny that.”

“Yeah funny that,” you choked. The wolves tugged insistently on your sleeves and you wheezed, heart still pounding against your chest. He took one more step, sensibly stopping just shy of where you could kick at his ankles.

“Bark for me, Y/n.”

Every muscle in your body save for your furiously beating heart froze. “I beg your pardon?”

“Begging isn’t going to cut it for you, sweetheart,” he purred, kneeling down and lowering his voice. “For a decade I listened to lies about your talent and power, all against my will, and that entire time all I could envision was seeing you humbled before me.”

Already stiff, you didn’t immediately realize he had seized control of your muscles until you were guided out of your jacket, brought close enough for him to shove his cane beneath your chin. “You’re going to bark for me, Maxim Horvath, your Master, like the inferior little cur you are. Otherwise I’ll let them rip you apart. Choose quickly.”

The way he stared at you certainly didn’t make it any easier. Your lips trembled at even the thought of humiliating yourself so thoroughly for this man, but what other choice was there? Struggling against his magical bonds was impossible, not to mention the three wolves circling you, ready to attack on the off chance you did manage an escape. Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes and began to let out a weak “Arf, arf, awoo…”

“Oh, like you mean it.” Horvath threaded his fingers in your hair, commanding your attention with a soft pull. You took a sharp breath and tried again.

“Arooo! Ruffruffruffruff, aruff!” You gave it your all, letting out the high-pitched yips of a tiny dog with a painfully red blush spreading from ear to ear. “Awoof! Aroooooof!”

The wolves around you began to react, letting out half-hearted howls of their own. Horvath’s grin widened, and he stepped back and used his magic to guide you on all fours. Your throat choked up as embarrassment seeped in, but he was quick to tap your cheek with his cane. “Don’t stop now, pet.”

“Arfarfarfarfarfarf!” you barked, hoping now that nobody would show up to save you. You were so humiliated you felt like you were going to explode. “Ruffruff! Ruff! Aruff!”

When you paused you could hear him chuckling, driving your shame that much deeper. You could hardly bear opening your lips again but Horvath spared you the embarrassment by lifting your chin with his magic, crouching before you to meet your eyes.

“Oh, doll. It would be so much easier to kill you if you weren’t so cute.”

[the-yandere-cryptid]

Low Lays the Devil - Chapter 2

Description: Even devious Morganians hellbent on the end of mankind need a bit of stress relief every now and then. That's all well and good. But this one looks alarmingly familiar.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35497546

A/N: FINALLY I finished this sequel lol. This has been chafing my ass for weeks because I couldn't find the angle I wanted but with some help from my favorite editor (coughs) I was able to pull through and get something presentable. Please enjoy ♥