#Yandere Twilight X Reader

[moldycheezeit]

Yandere Twilight/ castlevania idea

fem reader

Let's start off. You are a human and guess what you're adopted by Charlie after an incident that happened with your parents. so you live in forks with him 24/7 unlike Bella who is with her mother, but you do see her whenever she is around. You know of the Cullen but think they are a little weird because 1 they are as white as a corpse and 2 to you they smell of old people. But hey at least they are really pretty.

You also see the wolf pack around and also think it’s weird that they don’t wear shirts like basically ever.

Anyways Bella is living with you and Charlie because of her mom’s traveling. You're were so excited to have another girl in the house.

You got her to meet your friends (the friend group Bella always hangs with) and everything. You slowly started to notice that ever since Bella came around people started acknowledging you less and less. Your friend, people you know around town, and even Charlie. You thought at first maybe it’s because he’s happy Bella’s back, so you leave it alone until you see he’s barely talking or even looking at you. Slowly he’s been constantly forgetting you live in the same house, so he stopped inviting you to things he normally would. Whenever your “friends” come to talk to you it’s always about Bella now.

Now you might be thinking damn your friend less, but you did have one friend. Only you’ve never met him because he is kinda like your pen pal. You don’t remember how it started really, but you do talk to him on the phone quite a bit and send letters when you can because he prefers that over emails. Something that you do know is that his name is Adrain tepes, but he prefers Alucard. And that he lives in Transylvania, Romania.(that totally isn’t I big give away into who he is)

Other than that you could admit your jealousy at first, but after waiting a few months and nothing happening about your being brushed off and somewhat neglected you leave as soon as you’ve graduated.

You travel around for a while and end up in Romania. You decide to write Alucard a letter that you’re in the country and wish to meet him in person. He, practically being your best friend, said yes to the request.

When you finally meet him it’s at his father, or now his, castle. While staying with him you learn he’s a vampire/dhampir. So he sits you down and explains that there are two different species of his kind. One that sparkles when in the sun and the other that burns into ashes.The latter didn’t know his species (let’s call them specters) existed but spectators definitely knew that the sparkling ones existed. One thing confused you seeing as he was in the sun with you before, and he sees this and explains how he is a hybrid between vampires and humans. Slowly he tells you about how his mother, Lisa, and his father, Vlad Dracula, met and the things he’s learned/ adventures he’s had over the centuries. After learning all this he assumes you would hate him, but you could never. Seeing as he was your sun when everything was going dark around you. That was the first time you’ve ever seen him cry. Sadly you didn’t know he was planning on keeping you with him, but what you just said had solidified it meaning he’s never letting you go.

Back in forks Charlie started noticing something was off. It took him about a month to realize you had left. When he did he asked Bella and the pack if they had seen you at all. On his day off he asked if they could come to his place and talk about when they had last seen you. Surprisingly the Cullens had come along. Slowly they had put together that you had left and they couldn’t do much with you being a legal adult now. It made Charlie upset because he misses you after remembering all the things you used to do together. Bella was also sad because she remembered how excited you were to have her there and wanted to be a better sister to you. So the cullens and pack said they would look for you and try to convince you to come home for his and Bella’s sake.

I love writing cross over fanfics for some reason. I thought it would be interesting if I made them yandere. Also I’m imagining Alucard in the first show because HIS OUTFIT WAS SO COOL!! Idk if I should have any more love interest other than Alucard himself, give me suggestions if you have any. Sadly this has been going through my brain other than my other story, sorry.😔I’m having a weird obsessions with vampires lately.

WHAT A BEAUTY 💕

[bella-goths-wife]

Reunion for the damned

Yandere twilight x reader

Warnings: body horror, torture, suicidal thoughts, animal death mentioned, psychological abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, description of injury, smoking

Fic summary: your reunion with the volturi after your ‘kidnapping’ goes in an unexpected direction

“My sweet dear” Aro greeted as he perched on his marble throne alongside the rest of the volturi, genuine glee filling the eccentric man's face as he and the two other men look down at your figure that had been covered by your family's presence “how we’ve missed you”

You want to scream. You want to cry. You want to burst into a laughter of madness that no other fit could ever outshine. You just wanted to die and rot back into the ground, a fate you would welcome with a bared neck and open chest cavity at this point.

Everyone in the room stares at you in a way that shows they want something from you. The volturi wanted the truth from you, the cullens wanted you to remain quiet and hoped no one would notice the freshly healed over cracks on your skin that hasn't had just the right amount of time to fade completely, and the spectators to your situation just wanted something to satiate their greedy needs of entertainment. And you?, you just wanted to fade into the ground and sink slowly into the depths of your own exhaustion and paranoia.

The process of putting you back together again was pure agony, similar to gluing a porcelain cup back together piece by piece. Carlisle had not stopped at breaking just your hand off, he shattered away every limb below your neck off one by one, leaving you a tortured torso that screamed and begged for an inch of mercy but you weren't granted that. 

Carlise was nice enough to do the damage quickly instead of drawing the process out and risking accidentally sabotaging the delicate healing process. It seems the cullens sadism was outshined by their combined saviour complexes as they tried to make the healing process as comfortable for you as possible and took their turns ‘caring’ for you.

They laid you in the softest of beds and used washcloths to dab away the excess of tears that poured from your eyes, bringing you cups of blood with a cute straw to help you drink without the accessibility of your limbs. But laying in the silk sheets and drinking the finest blood did nothing to limit the horror of your situation. 

To heal the broken off limbs, the cullens strapped your torso down to the bed before laying the limbs in the original positions and allowing the vampire healing factors to work their unexplainable magic. Your limbs pulled themselves back together in a hellish process, similar to having your skin slowly stitched back together and bones forcibly fused. You screamed the entire time as you watched your porcelain textured skin reattach and you became whole again, the clattering and clicking of the process never able to be drowned out as you felt yourself slowly growing madder than the hatter.

It took three days for the bones to reform, an additional week for you to be able to use them fully again but not long enough for the cracks to fade and certainly never long enough for you to not get a phantom pain when you heard the clanking of porcelain or you see the cracks adorning your limbs.

Carlisle had wanted to let you rest at home longer, but the Volturi were not known for being patient and sent word for you as soon as they had heard their gentle heart had returned to her nest. And they were granted their wish as you stood before them, but this version of you wasn't the one they remembered.

“She’s missed you too, Aro” Carlisle offers after your silence goes on too long, the man can withstand committing violent acts of torture but couldnt handle a slight impoliteness or ongoing awkward silence “She’s just more quiet, after her little situation”

Aro eyed your figure in a suspicious manner, gaze meeting the hints to the cracks on your skin that had been hidden beneath conservative clothing you’d been dressed in, your chest had gone back to being forcibly bound once again. Physically you looked almost identical to the girl he remembered, but the added horror in your eyes was a new touch.

“Lucky for us all, I can see everything i need to know from a simple touch of my sweet girls hand” Aro states in a sweet tone as he comes closer but he only invites you to move further back behind the figures of your family “dear, don’t you want me to know of your journey, so i can make it better?”

You want to believe that the volturi will free you, that aro will free you and bring you to a safe environment away from the cullens where you could fix the irreparable damage they had caused your soul, but that was all just a fantasy. They knew what pain the cullens had done in the past and could do nothing to help you then, why be foolish enough to believe in childish notions of saviours now you had experienced the scorching hot pain of helplessness and disappointment. Instead you choose to cower behind your captors because the hundreds of years with them had made you accustomed to what they are, and you now believed it was safer to stick with the devil you know rather than choose a new path that only prolongs the pain and brings you to the same conclusion.

“She isn’t fond of being touched these days, by anyone other than her family that is” Carlisle answers for you once again, a subtle jab to the Volturi that has you hearing cracking sounds from Caius’s marble throne, a sound that makes you flinch slightly due to the familiarity of the sound “and we’ve discussed that she doesn't wish to relive what happened, it's just too much for the girl to bare”

“Then have her tell us” Caius demands as he stands from his throne and is only stopped by Aro’s raised hand and your further retreat behind the Cullens “what did those rogues do?”

“You are safe now, dear” Marcus reassures from his throne with a concerned expression on his face, you want to scoff at the word safe as you doubt you’ve felt safe since the day you were turned into the monster you are now “you can confide in us”

Your eyes look at them but your figure continues to shrink into itself as the hairs on the back of your neck prickle up at the sense that the Cullens were watching you, dissecting your every move and waiting to pounce once you said the wrong thing or you gave the wrong look.

“Speak, child” Caius demanded out of frustration as he rose from his throne and strided forward to you, his intention wasn't to distress you but to know what had been done to you in your absence “or did the rogues take out your damned tongue?”

You back away at his sudden presence and feel yourself gulping air that your body didn’t need. Caius is taken aback by this reaction, you had not feared him in decades as you were one of the very few he allowed to see him soft, this was not the girl he remembered so fondly, this was a husk of the gentle soul he had once known.

“Enough, Caius” Aro yells as his hand lands on Caius’s shoulder to stop his demanding approach, the Cullens surrounding you hiss at him aggressively “the poor girl is shaking, leave her be”

Guilt is an emotion that Caius wasn’t used to feeling, sometimes he doubts he’s even able to do so. You prove he can when his eyes land on your trembling figure and widened eyes

“Perhaps it's best if the child waits outside in the gardens while we discuss what happened” Marcus offers as he senses the pure unease and the shift in yours and Caius’s dynamic “if the subject is too much for her to recount”

There is a shift in Carlisle’s demeanour, unable to be caught by people other than your family. There is a glint of victory in his eyes as he senses an opening, a way to shift the narrative into what his delusions have convinced him is the truth. He can tell the story without the pesky intrusions such as your opinion or the truth.

“Excellent idea” Carlisle flashes his charming smile once again “Alice, Jasper, go take her to the gardens-”

“No” Aro interrupts, shocking the Cullens as he waves them away “Jane and Alec will escort her, give them a chance to catch up”

“Aro” Carlisle says warningly, his hand holding onto your shoulder tightly “she's fragile, she should be with family-”

“It wasn't a request” Aro says with a tight grin “loosen the leash Carlisle”

Carlisle sighs and lets go of his tight grip on your shoulder, giving you a final warning look that’s only met with your dead eyes and a nod. Jane and Alec are at your side instantly as they guide you out the room, the door closing behind the three of you

“Now, Cullens” Aro speaks as all three of the Volturi kings look at the family with menacing expressions “tell us what happened to our gentle girl”

The Cullen family couldn’t help but feel nervous at the new sense of suspicion that entered in your absence, trapping them in place.

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Jane and Alec try to talk to you once you reach the gardens, Alec mostly carrying the attempts as Jane observes you with her usual cold, stoic expression yet to the trained eye, traces of concern were etched into her gaze.

You didn’t speak much in return, offering mumbled out yes or nos and small hums in response to their words. It was a strange sight for the two, usually your lovely voice would fill the voids of silence the two siblings had between each other but now you were like a songbird who had lost her voice and now sat sadly at the bottom of her golden cage.

“The night is quite lovely out here tonight” Alec commented as he stood beside you on the balcony overlooking the gardens, the moonlight shining down softly but his words were only met with a small nod from you.

“I’m sure there are some birds around here you could control” Jane offers in her usual stoic tone as her eyes search the treelines for any wildlife “an owl perhaps”

“I don’t really do that much anymore” you mumble out quietly, this news taking the two aback slightly due to them knowing how much you loved your gift and how effortlessly you were usually able to connect with the nature around you “Can’t really find a connection”

You choose to leave ot the fact that any animal you choose to find a connection with chooses to die rather than share your bond, birds flying into windows to avoid singing for you and smaller animals starving themselves rather than to sit at your side.

Your response is only met with silence from the siblings as they’re thoughts race at the revelation, eyes darting to take in every little detail of your demeanour, your dead eyes and tense shoulders as if you were expecting pain to be inflicted at any moment.

“Will you tell us what happened to you, dearest friend?” Jane asks as she stands before you, blood red eyes meeting yours in hidden yearning, desperation “confide in us what has been done to you?”

You still at the question, it's hard to answer questions about the supposed nightmare of your absence without admitting its the most freedom you’ve ever experienced in your life and how much you wish you could magic yourself back into that shared motel room with James and Victoria.

“It's not what you think” is all you offer through a hushed whisper as you avoid their intruding gazes 

“Well what can we do to fix it” Alec demands as he intrudes on your personal space in order to bring him a glimpse of the girl you were “to fix you”

Alec had certainly picked up on more of Caius’s habits than either of them would admit, both being hot headed when it concerned you and both blunt when looking to find the cure for you.

“Alec” Jane attempts to calm her brother but he’s already passed his emotional threshold, years of being in the high guard had made them both accustomed to getting their own way so your lack of usual sweetness and cooperation seemed to grate on Alec

“We can get you whatever you need to feel better” Alec offers in a slightly desperate manner “blood, animals, revenge, whatever it takes to heal your mind and to soothe you”

“Freedom” is what your mind screams but your mouth does not allow to speak “freedom is the only thing to fix me, and the one thing you cannot give”

“Just speak it and we can make it happen, dearest” Jane tries to encourage as she notices your mouth open and struggle to find the words 

“I…I wish to be alone” you struggle to ask but you look at the siblings with those big eyes of yours, and manage to give them a glimpse of who you once were “please?”

The siblings look at each other before Alec sighs and Jane nods her head, both of them leaving you alone without a word, sensing that pushing you further would only cause more hurt and distress.

You're left alone to stare off the balcony, looking down at the bottom and wondering what kind of fall that would be. You closed your eyes as you envisioned yourself climbing over the balcony and dropping to the bottom, would your body crack like a porcelain doll like how carlisle broke your hand off or would it splinter off like wood like when Emmett pushed your hips too hard into the ground. The thought brings James to mind and the pure guilt causes you to let out a sigh.

“The fall wouldn’t kill you” Your eyes flash open at the sound of a man's voice, turning to find a handsome blonde vampire stood beside you with a cigarette between his fingers and a stoic expression “not unless you knocked down one of the lanterns with you, still a risky move that'll probably only end with you missing a limb though”

You wince slightly at his words, your eyes looking down to your cracked skin and sighing.

“Sorry” he apologises in a way that doesn’t sound very genuine, exhaling the smoke from his lit cigarette “too soon?”

You frown at him as your gaze narrows at his mocking words, eyes landing on his hand that cradles his lit cigarette.

“Does that even do anything for you?” you mutter out curiously, a light scoff emitted from your throat 

“Not much” he admits with a careless shrug “but i enjoy the smell”

Your nose crinkles slightly in disgust but you offer him a silent nod as he exhales his smoke.

“So, is making suicidal plans the way you spend your time nowadays?” The vampire asks with a raise brow as he leans against the balcony carelessly 

“Do we know each other?” you ask with a frown, confused on how he can speak to you so brazenly 

“You and I have been scandalously acquainted for some time now” the vampire states cryptically “just never face to face”

You're about to enquire on whatever that means, a blur of red in the corner of your eye captures your attention instead as you turn your head quickly in the hopes of catching a hint of Victoria and instead finding just a red haired volturi member passing by instead, your shoulders slumping at the revelation.  

Your mind had constantly run through scenarios of what had happened to Victoria and where she could be now. Though you doubt that wherever she was that she’d want to see you again, the guilt of James death weighing heavy on your heart-

“She doesn't blame you, y’know” the handsome vampire speaks beside you, interrupting your thoughts once again “stupid to think she would be, wasn’t your fault”

“How would you know?” you ask with a light scoff

“Because I watched everything that happened and I see everything that will happen” the vampire speaks cryptically once again but his blunt tone takes you aback “she still looks for you y’know, not that she’ll find you again with those freaks looking after you-”

“Why are you speaking to me like this?” you interrupt with a frown, partly out of frustration and partly out of confusion as someone speaks of the Cullens disrespectfully.

“Because I know a thing or two about living under the thumb of those who have robbed you of what was yours and expect a thank you for it” he scoffs out before taking a drag of his cigarette “I know the dark place your mind is in, been there once or twice myself”

A heavy silence sits between the two of you, the only sound being the owls in the trees

“...how did you escape them?” you ask quietly as you copy his stance of leaning against the balcony “your captors”

“I played the long game, let the treat me like an animal and spit in my face and thanked them for it until I had the chance to commit my revenge” he explains stoically “I waited for the perfect moment”

“Didn’t work out well for me” you remark bitterly but you're only rewarded with a scoff from the vampire “what?”

“You didn’t do it right, you waited for others to join you before you committed to the idea of revenge or freedom outside of dying” the vampire scoffs out “granted you played the long game but you played it so long that you grew too content with the idea that death was the only way out”

“I tried-” you attempt to interrupt but the man turns to you suddenly and looks you in the eyes

“You were weak, you waited on others to save you” the man states bluntly “nobody is coming to save you, either do it yourself or accept the Cullens as your forever home”

Your eyes widen at his words and blunt demeanour and the truth he held, the truth that others had shielded you from and that you’d buried within yourself to avoid facing. He didn't coddle you or sugarcoat his words for you, he spoke to you like you could handle it and treated you almost like an equal.

“I’m not saying it to be mean” he states calmly “but no one ever speaks to you plainly, your not a kid and you can handle the truth”

“What's your name?” you ask suddenly, an act that has the vampires eyes widening in shock

“Alexander Johnson Ward” he answers with a narrowed gaze, he was expecting tears, not personal questions “people call me Johnny”

“Thank you, Johnny” you say genuinely as you look up at him in light curiosity “for the advice”

“No problem” Johnny responds with a slight huff of amusement as he puts his cigarette out “I better get out of here”

“I’ll see you around?” you call after his retreating figure with a curious tone

“Like a shadow” he calls back before leaving you alone on the balcony, your eyes following his absence.

You hear the gentle sounds of an owl in the trees nearby, closing your eyes and summoning it closer. The owl perches on the edge of the balcony in front of you, being able to connect with an animal without it dying for the first time in a while. You stroke the owl gently and listen to its gentle song as your mind tries to form your next plan.

Nobody is going to save you, you need to save yourself this time.

How do y’all like the update you’ve been wanting for nearly two years? 😅

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Feral Twilight—it's just his instincts, okay?

ּ ֶָ֢. It wasn't until after his adventure that he began to lose his sanity. The loss was gradual. No one noticed until it was too late. After all, no being from the light world should ever cross into the Twili realm.

It has this habit of sentience. Twilight could always feel himself being watched. It wasn't just Midna or any of Zant's minions. It was this territorial force that was angered anytime someone from above came into its land.

Even after defeating Ganondorf, the essence of that anger still lingered. It was calmer but seemed more possessive. It began to want to possess a part of Twilight: his mind.

So after the mirror was shattered, that was a part of him he was never going to get back.

That's where you came in. Just an adventurer from another timeline.

ּ ֶָ֢. He meets you, and it's an instant attachment. Something about you appeases the broken, primal part of him. Wolfie needed to come out and play. All he wants to do is stay near you and listen. Even without his tail on him, you can practically hear the elated wagging of it.

That sealed your fate.

ּ ֶָ֢. He travels with you all throughout different versions of Hyrule. He helps you collect various weapons and treasures. He surprises you with gifts. He is just absolutely addicted to your face lighting up. He is able to smell the happy hormones wafting off of you.

That line within his mind between proper and animalistic grows thinner every day that you travel with him.

ּ ֶָ֢. When stumbling upon the other Links, he is immediately agitated. He is not willing to share your attention or love with any other version of himself. He's standoffish with the others when it comes to matters that concern you. He's quick to become riled up and then dismissive. Some of the others, especially Wind and Legend, enjoy teasing him about his 'little' crush on you.

In the earliest stages of meeting other Links, no one realizes how twisted Twilight's obsession is. He doesn't realize it either. It's just this nagging sensation in the back of his head that tells him he needs to keep you around. It's a variation of the same sensation he felt in the Twili realm.

ּ ֶָ֢. As the months go by, Time recognizes that there is something unhealthy about Twilight's relationship with you. Twilight refuses to leave you alone with another Link. The farmer always rooms with you. Twilight is the only one that helps you take care of chores. No one else is allowed to.

You end up with bruises that he suspects are from Twilight. You brush the worries off as Twilight just being playful. You assure Time that it is nothing serious. Time is still incredibly concerned.

"If Twilight does anything you don't consent to, tell me. Understand?"

Time is a safe place for you. Twilight sees that as a threat.

ּ ֶָ֢. In the dead of night, he ushers you away from The Chain. He tells you that there is something he must show you. You trust him, obviously. You follow him, and suddenly you are pinned under him. It's the first time you feel fear being around him. Your fear because of him is arousing. He doesn't do anything violent. He simply wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your body.

"Twilight. Twilight?"

He didn't respond. He would simply have a pleased growl escape his throat.

ּ ֶָ֢. The night turned into the day, and suddenly you weren't anywhere near the other Links. You were in the forest with Twilight, and now you're back at his farm. He kept you there. He only allowed you into the village. You are not allowed to go farther than that. 

He marks you up and is barely able to form words. He nestles into you any time either of you has nothing to do.

It's strange and a bit unconventional at times. You have thought about running away. You have spent your entire life adventuring, and suddenly you were kidnapped by your closest traveling companion.

You are too afraid to try to escape. You are convinced that Twilight would be able to find you anywhere in the multitude of lines that thread together the intricacies of time.

ּ ֶָ֢. That line no longer exists in his mind. He will always keep you with him. His tongue may not work, but his desires do. He listens to your protests and never crosses that line, even if he has to take care of himself in the privacy of the back of the barn.

You didn't need to know what he did for you. You only know that the rest of The Chain won't be coming to save you.

[leth-writes]

Hello. Could you write for yandere Volturi Kings (separately or poly) and soulmate female reader?

Yandere Volturi x soulmate reader

Aro

oh no. Oh no. I’m so sorry.

Aro is honestly quite manipulative. He’s able to read minds, afterall, and he spends a lot of time just sifting through your memories, picking out your insecurities and anyone who’s ever said anything mean to you. He sends Felix after the latter and comforts you about the former, but the fact that you’ve never told him about your insecurities definitely means you’re unnerved.

Is really obsessive. You occupy his thoughts most of the time, and he spends most hours of the day with you at least at the back of his mind. Every time he sees a new painting, he thinks about bringing it back for you.

You have a small museum in your rooms, just from the gifts he’s stolen from the various galleries around Volterra and Italy as a whole.

Keeps you locked high in the tower, Corin constantly beside you. You’re essentially drugged, constantly loopy and exhausted. You’ll be awake for a couple of hours out of the day, in which Aro spends time reading to you and quizzing you endlessly about your life, as well as feeding you by hand. He prefers fruits like strawberries, loving to watch the way you bite at them, then kissing the juices off you lips. He’s just kinda like that.

Loves watching you sleep. He spends most of his time just looking at you, eyes wide and face frozen into a creepy grin. Sometimes you bolt awake and he’s just… staring at you in the dark. Has definitely made you scream and cry in fear before. Doesn’t really feel bad, wants you to think he’s more dangerous than he actually is.

Probably exaggerates the truth about vampires, for example, not telling you about the glittering. You just see him coated head to toe in blood and know something’s happened. It helps keep you in line, seeing him with that horrifying smile, face completely obscured with blood.

Honestly the worst out of the three. WILL kill your family if you try to escape, and shows you the bodies. Don’t try, it’s for the best.

Has Chelsea weaken the bonds with friends and family until they’re practically non-existent, giving you a sort of amnesia.

Makes you sit in court, just to see how ruthless he is. He wants you terrified of him.

Caius

Caius is strategic, yes, but he isn’t nearly as sadistic as he may seem. Aro is more terrifying you on purpose to keep you in one place, while Caius accidentally terrifies you through his temper. He’d never hurt you, but you’ve seen him in court.

The second he learns you’re scared of him, he forbids you from going into court. Secretly has Corin make you happy while you’re alone with him, so you begin associating that contentment with him.

Otherwise, doesn’t let anyone use their abilities on you, including Aro. Keeps his brother far away from you, though he does let Marcus spend time with you.

Seeing how hurt Marcus is by the death of his soulmate puts it into perspective for you, and you’re noticeably nicer to him afterwards.

If another vampire even looks at you, he’s attacking them and ripping their head off.

Also keeps you locked in the tower for your own safety.

If another member of the Volturi hits on you, they’ll be tortured for days before Caius deigns to kill them. Death will be a mercy.

Turns you as soon as possible, though probably still keeps you in the castle complex. You aren’t allowed to leave, he’s still quite protective.

Marcus

Marcus is a bit of an odd case. We don’t really see what he’s truly like, only what he’s like after years and years of depression.

However, St. Marcus day was named after him for a reason, hinting toward toward his wisdom and cunning mind.

As a result, Marcus slowly becomes more and more… himself. The others liken it to him waking from a long slumber.

You’ll have quite a lot of freedom, moreso than the other two’s darlings combined. He absolutely does not want a repeat of what happeend last time, so he focuses a lot on keeping you happy. Long walks through parks, visits to museums, anything for you. However, he does rent those spaces out prior, so you can’t actually see any other people, sorry. It sucks, but it’s better than the tower and the constant sleeping.

He’s a hopeless romantic, and works really hard to get you to trust him. He wants your relationship to be genuine.

As he wakes up, he starts to show more personality and to be more possessive. He’s still quiet, but he takes on a more intimidating exterior to anyone except you. He just kinda lurks behind you like a silent shadow, waiting for a guard to try something, at which points he just fucking decimates them. He’s an extraordinary fighter when he isn’t so focused on his depression.

Tells you stories about Didyme. He’s not comparing, but he knows she would’ve loved you, and he wants you to feel her presence.

[magi-the-writer]

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It really does suck when the thing that ends up killing you, is just doing your job.

THUNK!

“Finally” rolling my writs, the built-up tension began to unwind as I scrunched my nose up.

The hard sound of the boxes setting down to the floor, it didn't matter that I tried to settle the dolly down slowly. The load was just too heavy as I eyed the tower of boxes cautiously.

Watching them sway slightly, ‘don’t fall, please don’t fall.’ I quietly pleaded the universe to not be cruel.

“God this thing is heavy.” I breathed out a stale sigh as the stack came to a still. But a new problem had struck. ‘How the hell am I even going to unstack them?' Just the exhausting thought had me dreading the activity.

Having bore witness to Caleb as he struggled to stack the boxes on his own, it was a clear insight to how heavy these packages truly were.

In hindsight, I should have just scampered off when I had the chance. Cause now I’m stuck with the responsibility of putting all of this into storage.

I felt rather useless. Standing there in the crapped room full of box and toys; awkwardly trying to come up with a plausible idea as to how I was going to do this.

'Might as well try to brute force it.' Reluctantly, I got closer—my hands took the two bars to the dolly as I started to tug on it. 'Come on' I grunted. Yanking on the thing harder, it took me a moment to notice that they had started to wobbled—back and forth.

"Crap!" I hissed. Scrambling—I ceased my futile attempts as I scurried to save the towering tower of goods.

Not from the goodness of my heart. But because I don't need my paycheck going towards any damages to the papery continent’s contained inside.

Lingering their for a moment, my body was stiff as my hands pressed against the smooth surface.

Breathing out a short breath of relief, the tower stayed as my brows furrowed in annoyance. "Bloody thing, trying to get me in trouble." I muttered spitefully.

"So, you wanna be difficult—huh?" Jabbing the cardboard, I stalked around the stacked dolly—squeezing past the open ladder.

'Well. Too bad, you're coming off this thing, and I'm going to put your contents where it belongs.' With a mild sneer, I placed my foot against the lowest box. Pushing it, it didn’t move.

Shifting my footing, I tried once again. Shoving the cardboard from the plate they sat on. I wasn't even confident that it'd even move. But hearing the mild scraping was the fuel that kept my hopes high.

'Aha!' I exclaimed, grinning in glee. 'You are no match for me!—'

"Crap!"

My eyes blown wide in shock as I stumbled backwards. The dolly that came shooting out swayed; stumbling, I desperately scrambled to catch my footing. But it was like standing on marbles as my back collided with one of the many shelves.

"Ah! that bloody hurt!" I sharply hissed threw my teeth. Withering, I took a quick step away from the hard wooden shelf. Groaning, I wriggled my shoulders to try and rid myself of the dull ache. I directed my glare towards the boxes—those damn troublesome boxes.

"Fucking hell!” I shouted as my head shot down—clambering to once again to catch my footing. Something hard clattered to the floor.

My hands immediately flew up to hover over my throbbing head. "Are you—" I started, angrily perplexed as my mouth flayed. A slight ringing started to play within my ears as my befuddled gaze snapped down to the object that had assaulted me.

"Wha—what the-" I stammered. Fluttering away the tears that lined my eyes. I didn't know where I wanted my arms to be as they moved about.

"Are you kidding me?!" I snapped, nostrils flaring at the thick and heavy-looking box that laid on the floor.

It was black, with a printed image of pale arms holding a bright red apple. The bold, white lettering spelt: TWILIGHT THE COMPLETE SERIES.

Lifting my head, I peered up to the highest shelf that was overflowing with boxsets. My voice was caught in the foot of my mouth as I gapped.

'Seriously!?' I shouted in my head, the fact that someone had the ingenious idea to stack all the box-sets up high was a special kind of stupid.

My fingers came to graze the forming knot on my head. It was like touching fire as I breathed a sharp breath in.

"Fuck, that stings." Wincing I reluctantly brought my hand down as I looked towards the ladder.

'Hm, he must've left it to make room for the new shipment.' I mused, it was already set up and left open by most likely Caleb. It was left beside a shelf that had an unusual empty space. Cleared from any books and toys.

Taking the ladder, I shifted it across the floor. Moving it closer towards the tower of unopen boxes. My gaze flicked about the cramp storage room.

'Now to find those blasted cutters.' I groaned. The razor was never where you'd expect it to be.

Going about the small space, it honestly took me longer than I'd like to admit into finding the box cutters. The yellow safety cover did nothing to help in finding the thing.

My head continued to hurt, blooming into a headache as the bump sent burning waves of heated pain. The ringing in my ears continued to sound as I shuffled towards the ladder. Pulling myself up the narrow steps; only to pause as I fluttered my eyes.

My lips pulled into a frown of confusion as I slightly shook my head.

"Dude... am-am I seeing double?" I mumbled thanks to the safety cutters that were clamped between my teeth. Questioning such a thing as I honestly couldn't tell; placing my palm to my forehead. It did little to help as closed my eyes.

'Maybe... I should probably stop.' Contemplating the option, I sighed. 'After this, I'll let Caleb know I may need to go home.' I stated, more to myself as I continued to climb the limited steps.

It wasn't long until my head was level with the flat top of the carboard box. Slipping out the razor, I ran the sharp blade across the tape. Parting it down the middle, I returned the cutter back between my lips.

I paused—my vision only becoming worse as things were melting and moulding together, splitting in two and overlapping each other.

Gulping, a shiver ran down my spine as I tried levelling my breathing. It felt like I was on a boat, swaying back and forth and side to side—spinning out of control. It was dizzying and nauseating.

"Come on, you can do this." I slowly spoke to myself. Encouraging and making it a fact as I pulled open the flaps.

My shaky gaze spotted the tightly packed collection of books that were contained within. My eyes rolled to the floor; the back of my eyeballs pulsed.

'Now the hard part,' my fingers curled around the edge of the ladder. I started to lean off to the side, running the blade down the corners of the box. Scoring it as I paused halfway; stuffing the safety blade into my mouth.

I yanked the cut edge down as the sudden movement had the ladder tipping.

Gasping I threw myself into the metal—clinging to it, desperate to force it to leave out. But I couldn't as I came crashing down to the floor.

PROLOGUE : Part 2 of 4

PART ONE : PART TWO :

[neverchecking]

NSFW Alphabet- Twilight Edition

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

Twilight is great at aftercare. He absolute showers his lover's body in absolute adoration. He's rubbing out the tense muscles, offering water, whispering nothing but sweet praises into his Darling's ears. He's lacing kisses up and down the column of their neck and leaving his touch nothing but a whisper of heat along their skin. It's enticing enough to go for another round...

Or three.

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

Just one? He can't. He won't... But I will. It's a toss up between thighs that just lock around his neck, keeping him right where they want him and using him as nothing more than a glorified toy and ass cheeks that are just so flush and plump, molding in between his fingers as he grips onto them, squeezing them as his hips crash against theirs and-

You know, the finer things in life.

On him? His hands. Hands the can lift his lover up by those delectable thighs and pin them against the wall. Hands that can bring his darling to absolute ecstasy. Hands that can do so much harm but are rendered useless for anything but good when it comes to his love.

Hands that can strangle the life out of someone's eyes for the simple act of thinking they could even look at what was his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh, he loves, loves, loves filling his darling to the absolute brim. Just load after load, watching it leak of their pretty little hole if only to replace what was lost tenfold. Watching their stomach swell just the slightest as he lays a hand on the mound, pushing just enough for another glob of cum to bulb out and onto the sheets below. Which he would be more than happy to stuff back in, using his fingers to shove it where it belongs, lest you waste it of course.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has the biggest praise kink ever. Call him your good boy while you gently brush his hair back. Tell him how good he sits for you while you use him for all of your desires. Use your moans to sing his praises about how precious he is and how adorable he looks underneath of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a simple country boy. So, not experienced. At all. He was saving himself for marriage <3. But he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with his darling. And if he gets to please them along the way, he'll play the glorious student, soaking in your teachings as if they were divine scripture.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

C'mon. You know what the obvious answer is here. And while, yes, doggy is well and good, he also loves cowgirl. Watching his partner bounce on top of him, letting his hands roam from their thighs to their chest back down to ass, groping and squeezing every chance he gets.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It's a bit of both. If he can tell his partner is tense and nervous, he's gently cooing at them, maybe cracking a joke to get them to loosen up, but ultimately he's more serious. He's soaking in the intimacy and the absolute feeling surrounding the action, committing it to memory.

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

Y'all don't wanna hear it, but...it's a bush. He does not shave it, barely ever trims it. It's a mess. Darker than the hair on his head, but not by a lot. He washes it, yeah, but that's the extent of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Okay, he's so in love with you. He is cradling your jaw, cooing down at you and treating you like porcelain. He makes it a point to kiss you every chance he gets because, to Twilight, a kiss is such an intimate thing to him (Am I referencing the manga and my own theories on it?...maybe). And it's one of the highest forms of affection he can give.

So, yeah, he's pretty intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He very rarely did it before his adventure, he was too busy working. He very rarely did it during his adventure, he had other things to worry about. He very rarely did it after, he was fixing Hyrule and mourning the loss of Midna.

But when he met you? He never does it. Why bother? It would be a waste. Why bother when he can just pump you so full you see stars?

Why jack himself off when he can fuck you silly?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

WHERE DO I BEGIN?!

A-hem. Breeding Kink. All the way. He's obsessed with the idea, regardless if his partner can get pregnant or not. Bondage. The thought of giving ones control to another so willingly in such a form of trust just makes him so hot and bothered. Marking. He loves marking his partner; bites, hickeys, claw marks, bruises. Loves it. Gagging. This is super self-indulgent, but he loves making his lover gag on his cock when their insistent on sucking him off. Feeling their throat constrict against it while tears pear in their eyes? Drives him nuts. To name a few~

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any room thats pretty private. Like I've said, he hates public sex because that's his. That view is his alone and he hates sharing. Hates, hates, hates, hates, HATES. But if there's a door and four walls? He's pinning you to one of them with a hand over your mouth as he takes you then and there.

Although, all of that being said, I can't say he's totally against having sex in the back of the barn. Let him eat you out/suck you off and he's convinced. Seems like a fair trade to me <3

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

Fuuuck, anything really. Wearing a particularly tight set of tights? Boner. Bending down to pick up some laundry you dropped? Boner. Sitting at the table and filing taxes (Does Hyrule have taxes? Does now.), and nibbling on your pencil? BONER.

But seeing you on top of Epona, hips rocking as you goad her into a gait, chest following the flow of your hips? He's excusing himself for a moment.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is one thousand percent against actually hurting you. Like that's his biggest no to ever no. He's just so much bigger and stronger than you. Who's to say the beast doesn't get the best of him? Yes, he has immaculate control over it these days, but that doesn't mean its perfect.

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

Loves, loves, loves giving. Hearing the noises his lover can make and feeling them come undone from his ministrations alone. One of his favorite things is seeing how many times he can get his partner to cum with his tongue alone. And lemme tell you, he's so good with his mouth. There's something primal about the way he goes down on his partner that's just...ethereal.

He can take or leave receiving, really. He's going to be grateful, of course, but he's going to return the favor tenfold. <3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Oh he's all for the slow and sensual, taking apart his lover in every way he can think of. Watching as they just melt under his touch for a night of gentle touches and whispered devotions. But something about fast and rough that makes the canine part of him just howl in joy. He's all for biting along his darling's spine while pulling their hips to meet his every thrust.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Depends. In public? Hates them. Like I'll explain, he hates things in public. He possessive and protective over what's his. It's the canine in him. But when there's a room, and thirty minutes to spare? He's pulling you into the room, locking the door and taking you apart then and there. Watching you shake and quiver, before walking out like nothing ever happened. :D

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not a huge fan of risks. He'll experiment with whatever his love wants, but when it comes to things like public sex, he's not into it. He's a humble boy who wants his private life to remain so. The view of his lover his for his eyes alone. And anyone else who dares to try even a glimpse are swiftly dealt with.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Has stamina for days. Have you seen him? Have you seen how he can wrangle goats the size the a small hut? How he's been on a farm, working for as long as he can remember?

Twilight has the stamina to go for hours, and he will. Anything to see the love of his life absolutely ruined.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Owns a collar. For sure. Whether it's used on him so you can tie him up and pull him around wherever you wish, or it's used on you to keep you right where he wants you, again depends on his mood. He also owns a lasso, which he definitely uses to hogtie his beloved however he desires. The sight of the rope burn, so pretty and just a tinge of red, makes him absolutely lose his mind.

And maybe, just maybe, he'll pull out that whip he kept around. (IYKYK)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends on his mood. Some days he's purposefully going without a shirt, lugging around feed for the goats directly in your line of sight and making sure the sweat drips down the line of his spine just right. Other days, he's far too impatient to even consider it and simply takes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's the loudest. Change my mind. You can't. He's whining, whimpering, moaning at every little touch. You can't even breath on his neck before he's keening into their neck and grappling onto his darling like a lifeline.

I'm sure if you overstimulate him just enough, you can even make him howl...Just a little.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's got some of the biggest tits in the group. Hands down. Play with them, gently such his nipples, play with his pecs, squish and meld them to whatever your heart desires. Suck hickeys onto them, bite at them, do whatever you wish. He's all for it. He loves when you play with them. He is nothing but a toy for you to use.

Just don't go complaining when he returns the favor.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Twilight is packing. He's a country boy. He's got the girth and the length enough to make his lover see stars. A solid seven inches, eight when hard, with a delicious curve that's just enough to rock against all the right spots. And, it's got a truly perfect vein running right up the underside of his shift and when it's licked just right it leaves him nothing but a whimpering mess.

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

Listen.

It's high. It wasn't before his adventure, but something about having that wolf side to him just absolute makes it sky rocket. It's only thoughts are breed, breed, breed, mate, breed, mate, pups, breed, breed.

Just seeing his lover stretch or make dinner, or tend to the horse, or breath, existing in his very presence is enough to have him rearing, ready to go, pining them to the counter and tearing anything that stands between him and his goal.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Twilight falls asleep the moment his darling his safe, content and in his line of sight. He's pulling them into his chest and letting them lay there, their weight a comforting familiarity to him as sundown paints their skin a gorgeous tint of oranges and yellows.

[spaceless-vacuum]

Hoe about yandere twilight and aware reader who is some what protective and clingy towards twilight like they almost always lod on to some part of him when leaving the house like his hands and anyone who seems to show some type of sass or anger towards twilight reader defends him before he can

Twilight can get pretty self conscious about his habits. Some part of him always fears his emotions are too much and he wants to keep you by his side all the time but he's worried about being too clingy and putting you off. The man is super soft for you and he just wants to have you with him all the time. He aches for you when you're not there or somewhere he's deemed a safe spot. He has to know where you are all the time and it haunts him when he isn't aware of your location.

Once he comes home he's on you like glue. While outside doing farm work he often has you inside relaxing or helping him out. However you are too much of a distraction and he finds himself just staring at you instead of getting anything done. When you spend your time with him and pull on his arm when you're standing next to him it makes his heart flutter. He loves being validated by you holding onto him tightly. He wants you so bad he needs you here and you're just as happy to be with him. It convinces him his darling was literally made for him. Why else are you so perfect for him?

Oh Hylia forgive him he knew the day would come that he would absolutely fall for you, but so soon? You're already here for him? Oh stars, you take his breath away! You love him, you Love him!! He goes crazy over this. He was so messed up over the idea that he might say something to push you away or have you dislike him so having you cling to him and actively defend him sends him straight for the moon. He was convinced you would take too long to warm up to him so when all of this happens you steal the breath from his lungs. 

He is so clingy and lives for affection and physical touch so he just eats it up. Affirming him whole brushing a hand along his arms or better holding his cheeks! He just melts into your touch; and when people are unkind and you defend him? Once they're gone he will smile from ear to ear. He won't say it too often but seeing you like that? Oh you like him don't you~? It makes him feel like he's on top of the world. He loves seeing you like that and he will pull you into a kiss because he's so giddy because of this.

Twilight is so sweet but he is also so interesting as a yandere because his objection is not clear at first. He isn't sure why he wants to be around you so often and you can pick up on this; but he's more tough than he seems but he doesn't like to show it off because he's trying to settle back into his life at the farm and the peace that comes after the adventure is over. He wants a soft life with you but isn't sure how to approach the subject. So he tends to just show up as Wolfie before coming around in hylian form. Having you be clingy makes him more secure. Ever since Midna left he's been worried about people leaving (and maybe some doggy separation anxiety and fears of being alone) leads him to seek this out from you a lot.

Ahhh! Idk I love this idea so much because it plays into his love language so well. He both needs and craves praise and has a constant nonverbal attentive form that just scratches an itch in his brain. He is over the moon about this. It just makes him feel so much more secure as Twilight has never had a relationship before that didn't end in heartbreak. 

Taglist: @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate

[lillyrob]

How I feel asking for a Pt 2 😔

[yandere-daydreams]

exhibit #2 - shark week

an installment of the freak shit march gallery showcase.

pairing: yandere!cullens x reader (twilight).

length: 1.4k.

warnings: non/con, afab!reader, dehumanization, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of medical malpractice, blood, slight initialization, and generalized twilight.

After moving in with the Cullens, your monthly cycles start to follow a similar routine.

‘Moving in’ meaning, of course, accidentally signing your rights to autonomy away to your doctor while you were so loaded up on sedatives the he hand to cup your hand in his just to make you hold the pen, and ‘period’ referring to, of course, the week or so you spent bleeding out in a house full of half-starved vampires. Carlisle claimed that it was dead blood and held little to no nutritional value for their kind, citing his children’s ability to attend the local community college without gutting an eighth of the students every month as evidence that your menstrual cycle wouldn’t cause an unwanted stir. When you reminded him that humans craved plenty of things that weren’t good for them, like chocolate and liquor and dubiously ethical affairs with their unnaturally cold general practitioners, he only hummed and asked what kind of products you preferred.

Esme usually noticed first. Sometimes, she’d catch it before you did, show up to your bedroom door with a warm compress and a tray of comfort food with only a kind smile by way of explanation, and you’d notice the pin-pricks of red dotting your sheets later on. Carlisle would usually be at work by then, so she’d spend her morning fussing over you, holding her hand to your forehead and forcing home-remedies past your lips until you manage to make her believe that one of her bitter teas had cured you wholesale. There’s a thin line between how she treats you when you’re sick and how she treats you on your period. One was a monthly ordeal, the other a hyper-rare occurrence in their meticulously sterile home, but both rendered you faint and encumbered, more receptive to her mothering. She liked it when you needed her. You guessed the reason why didn’t really matter.

(You used to assume that, if you were ever unfortunate enough to meet her, Esme would hate you. She’d see you as a homewrecker, as competition, or failing that, as a nuisance disrupting her otherwise idyllic domestic bliss. But, she’d never been that hostile, treating you more similarly to one of her adoptive children than her husband’s kidnapped mistress. It probably helped that her relationship with Carlisle was built more on a mutual affinity for make-believe than anything as fragile as love or passion. He was playing doctor, and she was playing dolls. He’d taken an interest in you for the former pastime, before gifting you to his wife for the latter.)

Eventually, you’d insist that you’d gotten enough bedrest and needed fresh air. That was when Alice would find you – waiting just outside of your bedroom door, her smile wide and your outfit for that day slung over her arm. As a rule, you did your best to avoid Mr. and Mrs. Wrong Side of the Mason Dixon Line, but she was one of the more forceful Cullens, prone to stepping on your heels and holding your preferred hideaways hostage until you relented to whatever form of dress-up she planned out for you. Normally, she’d be satisfied with doing your hair, testing out make-up swatches on someone with a skin tone darker than ivory, making you try on outfits that never seemed to repeat. On your period, though, she was a little clingier.

“Edward wrote from Belgium,” she’d say, absentmindedly curling her fingers inside of you. Most rooms in the Cullen house didn’t have a bed, so she would settle for the floor – letting you lean against an antique loveseat, skirt pooled around your waist and three crimson-stained digits buried in your cunt. “He’s so old-fashioned. Bella just calls, but no, he doesn’t want Nessie around too many screens. As if the poor thing won’t be fourteen this fall. Oh, and Jasper’s coming home tomorrow. He's already sick of Portland.”

Jasper wasn’t allowed within two hundred miles of Forks when you were on your period. Not after the tampon incident.

If you were loud enough, and you almost always were loud enough, Rosalie would come to your rescue. That was why she was your favorite.

Your time with her was largely spent outside, where it was a little more difficult to be tempted by the blood coursing through your veins. You’d sit on a riverbed with a book in your lap while she kept a measured distance, breaking the silence only to remind you to eat or drink or stretch your legs – little human inconveniences the others liked to forget about. Emmett, meanwhile, would take a more active approach to babysitting, pestering you to skip rocks or trying to make you laugh. Occasionally, he wouldn’t make it to your little picnics, and inevitably, you’d find a pair of your panties missing from your dresser the next day. Eventually, they’d turn up mixed in Rosalie’s collection – always nearly torn to shreds. You tried not to hold it against him. At least he had the decency to disregard your personhood behind your back.

You liked Emmett, but you liked Rosalie more. She was the only one who’d raised her voice to Carlisle the night he brought you home, the only one to continually acknowledge the issue of expecting a lamb to live among its butchers. It was nice – having someone willing to advocate for you. Or, to be able to believe that someone might, at least.

Once, you’d even asked her if she’d be willing to let you escape. Not even help, really, just leave a set of car keys where you could find them, or tell you where Carlisle’s security cameras were hidden, or refuse to cooperate while the rest of her family hunted you for sport. She’d taken minutes to answer. Time seemed to be an overabundant resource to eternal creatures. They were prone to letting it slip by in quantities that often made you, a being with fewer days to spare, feel sick.

“If I thought your life was in danger.”

Your life, of course, referring to your humanity. You doubted she’d have so much sympathy for you once you’d been reduced to yet another walking statue.

“It might not be something they plan.” And then, pulling your knees into your chest, “I’m really scared, Ro.”

She hadn’t said anything. When your attention turned back to your book, she asked you to read aloud.

Later on, Carlisle would come home. He’d spare a quick greeting for the rest of his coven, find whatever pantry or cupboard you’d attempted to hide yourself away in, and guide you back to your bedroom.

Intimacy wasn’t uncommon with him, but penetration was saved solely for your period. He was always slow, always gentle, but when you were bleeding, it was nearly agonizing – his hips grinding lazily into yours, his hands curled around your oak headboard, his unblinking eyes never breaking away from yours. No mind was paid to the unmarred white of Esme’s sheets. He’d watch lovingly as pink-tinged arousal dripped down your thighs, murmur sweet nothings as you cried and whined and whimpered for him to stop, that it hurt, that it wasn’t safe. If he felt like talking, he might list off the medical benefits of period sex – pain relief, stress reduction, heightened libido – or promise to be more careful next time, to have more patience in the future. Most nights, though, it was just your desperation, his adoration, and the dull sound of marble against flesh.

He didn’t need to sleep, but you weren’t so resilient. No matter how many times you came, he’d only let you go when your eyes grew too heavy to hold open, when your sobbed protests died down into little, sniffling complaints, when you finally went limp underneath his rigid form. He would sigh as he pulled out, not sparing any words of comfort before taking you into his arms. There’d be a bath, always so impossibly lukewarm, and then some humiliatingly frilly nightgown – more fitting for a toddler from his era than and adult from yours. If you were lucky, you’d still have the energy to insist on wearing a pad to sleep. If you didn’t, then Carlisle would get his way, and you’d be drenched in your own blood by the next morning.

Without fail, Esme would be perched on the edge of your bed by the time Carlisle finished. They’d both tuck you in – a pair of children putting their toy away after playtime – and you would fall asleep to the vile sounds of Esme lapping your blood off her husband’s cock.

[gliphyartfan]

Scenario where we stray a little to close and die in battle. Everyone is grieving, only for Time to grab all his boys and play the Ocarina of Time, bringing them back in time to like that morning well before the battle. Everyone is gushing and relived out of their mind all while we’re super confused and panicking because “why does everyone look like they went through HELL?! You all looked fine a second ago why are half of you injured?!?!”

I tried to make this a hint funny but quite frankly, those boys wouldn’t make even the slightest effort to smile after such a tragedy.

Anywho~ let’s begin!

——-

The battle had been dragging on too long.

They were too close to camp, too close to where (y/n) was supposed to be safe. The usual chaos of fighting monsters had turned into something coordinated, attacks coming in waves, blocking off paths, forcing them to keep moving rather than pushing back.

Something wasn’t right.

Then they heard it.

A scream.

(Y/n)’s scream.

Wild and Legend ran.

They didn’t hesitate, didn’t call out to the others, didn’t stop to think. Their feet moved before their minds could catch up, hearts slamming against their ribs like they were already too late.

(Y/n) should be safe. They should be fine. That scream shouldn’t have happened.

Please be safe.

Please be okay.

Please—

A monstrous roar cut through the air, deep and furious, shaking the ground beneath them.

The camp was in sight.

It was wrecked.

Torn fabric from their tents flapped uselessly in the wind, supplies were scattered and broken, blood smeared the dirt like something had been dragged—

And standing in the middle of it all was a Lynel.

(How. HOW did they not notice such a beast?! to think it got so CLOSE to camp!!)

Huge. Breathing heavy. Sword dripping red.

Wild and Legend didn’t need to search for (y/n).

They were there.

Collapsed. Motionless.

Blood pooling beneath them.

Their hair was covering most of their face, but from here—Wild could still see their eyes.

Wide. Unmoving.

No.

No.

No, no, no, NO—

Wild’s body reacted before his mind did, a sound ripping from his throat, something raw and enraged and desperate. He charged, drawing his weapons as he moved, his body running on instinct, on muscle memory, on rage.

Lynels. He knew how to kill them. He knew their movements, their patterns, their weaknesses.

And he was going to tear this one apart.

Legend barely noticed.

He was already on his knees beside (y/n), hands shaking as he scrambled for whatever potions he had left, pouring them onto their wounds, pressing down with trembling fingers.

Too much blood.

Too deep.

Too still.

“(Y/n)?” His voice cracked. “Hey, hey, come on. Stay with me.” His hands pressed harder, his magic flickering between his fingers as he tried, tried, tried to heal them. “You’re fine. You’re gonna be fine. You have to be fine.”

No response.

Their chest wasn’t moving.

He wasn’t losing them.

He wasn’t.

“Please, please, don’t do this.” he whispered, his fingers gripping too tight, as if he could physically keep them here.

As if he could stop them from slipping away.

Wild was still fighting, hacking, killing. The Lynel barely had time to react before he was tearing it apart, his strikes vocious, his movements fueled by something beyond anger.

But Legend didn’t look up.

His entire world had narrowed down to (y/n).

And those unseeing eyes.

——-

——

The battlefield behind them was eerily quiet, the last of the monsters taken care of. But there was no relief. No victory. Just a sick feeling crawling up their spines, twisting their stomachs.

They quickly followed the path Wild and Legend had taken, weapons still drawn, bodies tense. They felt something was wrong before they even saw it.

Then they reached the camp.

And the world stopped.

Wild was still hunched over his blade, tbe Lynel collapsing from the final stroke through it’s head, Wild’s breath ragged, blood, his or its, no one knew, dripping from his blade.

His eyes were wild, teeth bared, the rage that had driven him still bubbling beneath the surface. But he wasn’t moving.

Legend was crouched beside (y/n, arms clutching them close, his expression twisted with desperation.

And then there was (y/n).

Still. Too still.

The blood around them was so much.

No one spoke. The air was thick with a suffocating silence, as if even breathing too loud would make this, this awful, sickening nightmare, more real.

Hyrule was the first to move.

A single step. Then another.

Then he was running.

He dropped to his knees beside them, his hands already glowing with the familiar light of his Life Spell, fingers trembling as he pressed his hands to their skin.

The magic flared.

Then sputtered.

Didn’t take.

His breath hitched.

“No-” His voice cracked as he pushed more, pleading with the magic, with them. ‘Nonononono…”

The others started moving, drawn in like gravity itself was pulling them toward the only one that mattered to them. Slowly, cautiously, terrified.

One by one, they gathered around, forming a tight circle, as if their presence alone could keep you here.

No one said anything at first. There was nothing to say.

Twilight hovered close, hands clenching and unclenching, like he was barely holding himself together. Sky was shaking, his entire body rigid, fists curled so tight they were white. Warriors swallowed thickly, his usual composure gone, replaced with something raw and unreadable.

Wind’s lips were pressed together, his expression tight, angry in the way one locke in denial and grief often is. Four’s fingers twitched at his sid, his eyes locked onto (y/n)’s like looking away would make this worse.

Time was silent, his face unreadable but his hands shaking at his sides.

Someone, maybe Sky, let out a quiet, broken sound.

Then Warriors knelt beside (y/n), one hand gripping their shoulder, his voice hoarse. “Hey. Hey, come on.”

Like he was expecting them to just open their eyes and tell everyone this was all some cruel joke.

Like they’d wake up if he just held on tight enough.

Legend had stopped speaking altogether, his shoulders shaking as he bit down on his lip so hard it nearly bled.

Hyrule’s magic flared again, fighting to work, his breathing harsh.

“Please…” he whispered.

The others stayed so still, the air around them too fragile, as if any wrong move would send it all shattering into something worse.

They couldn’t lose them.

They…they simply couldn’t.

—-

—-

Time stood frozen, staring down at their still body. The world around him felt distant, the sounds muffled, like he was underwater, like he was drowning.

His breath came fast, shallow, the rush of blood roaring in his ears, drowning out everything else. His heart slammed against his ribs, a relentless pounding that rattled through his chest.

It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long.

Like he was a child again.

Like he was powerless.

He had spent his entire life fighting against fate, defying it, clawing his way through trials no one should have to endure.

He had walked through time itself, lived two lifetimes, shouldered the burden of Hyrule’s expectations. He had worn a mask that turned him into something beyond mortal, something that should have made him strong enough to protect what mattered.

And then that Sorcerersss had dragged him and many others into that war, he had fought alongside other legends, both old and new, had witnessed firsthand what it meant to lead, to command, to win.

He had survived all of it.

And yet here he was, standing over their body, feeling helpless.

His hands clenched at his sides, trembling.

No.

No, this wasn’t happening.

This couldn’t be happening.

They were supposed to be safe.

He had watched over them, he had promised.

His vision blurred, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts.

It wasn’t supposed to be them.

He should have been faster.

Should have been stronger.

Should have-

He took a step forward, his foot landing in the pool of blood. Their blood.

His stomach twisted violently, bile rising in his throat.

He couldn’t do this again.

Not another person. Not them.

The others had gathered around now, their grief tangible, suffocating. Hyrule was desperately pushing his magic into them, his hands glowing too bright, his breaths too fast.

Time felt himself sway slightly, like the weight of it all was pressing down on him, crushing him.

A quiet voice, from somewhere deep inside, from the child he had buried long ago, whispered, Not again. Not again. Not again.

And yet—

They weren’t moving.

The world felt too small, like it was closing in, like his ribs were collapsing in on themselves.

He could hear Sky muttering something under his breath, Warriors pressing down harder on their shoulder, like he could just shake them back awake.

Wild was still kneeling beside the Lynel’s corpse, his body hunched over, his entire frame shaking with something between rage and despair.

And Legend was curled over them, his head bowed, his shoulders trembling.

Time forced himself to breathe, forcing back the panic, the nausea.

He couldn’t afford to break down.

Not now.

Not here.

Because if he let himself slip, if he let himself grieve, it would be admitting that they were already gone.

Time barely noticed when his hands started to shake.

His breathing was uneven, shallow, like he couldn’t get enough air. His heart hammered in his chest, erratic and painful. His mind was slipping, too many thoughts at once, too many emotions clashing and screaming inside him.

His fingers curled, nails digging into his palms, his hands trembling so violently that he could barely control them. He needed to do something, needed to act, needed to fix this-

His hand brushed against something within one of his pouches.

Smooth. Familiar.

His breath hitched. His fingers twitched, hesitant, before reaching in and slowly pulling it free.

He held it with both hands, staring down at it like it was something foreign, something he didn’t recognize. But he did. Of course, he did. (Was this disassociation?)

This was his.

This was a power he desperately needed.

His vision blurred, he wasn’t sure if it was from grief, from desperation, from the pressure crushing down on him. But his mind… his mind was erratic, scattered, racing in a dozen different directions.

To undo.

To change.

His breath came faster, harsher.

What if he could undo this?

His grip tightened on the ocarina, knuckles going white, his entire body trembling.

He could fix this.

He could make it right.

He could bring them back.

His heartbeat pounded so loud it drowned out everything else.

He lifted the ocarina to his lips, fingers poised, ready to play.

Only for a hand to grab his arm and yank it away.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Twilight’s voice was raw, edged with something frantic and desperate. His grip on Time’s arm was bruising, fingers digging in as though physically stopping him would undo the sheer horror of the moment.

Time barely turned his head, the motion sluggish, his mind still caught in a haze of grief and erratic thoughts.

Twilight’s chest heaved, his breath ragged, eyes wild. “You-You can’t just-” He choked, his voice catching like the words physically fought him to leave his throat.

Warriors was there too, stepping in, his face tense, unreadablex but there was a sharpness in his gaze as he stared down at the instrument in Time’s hands.

Twilight’s grip on Time tightened. “You don’t—You don’t get to play that song! You don’t get to—” He cut himself off, his breath hitching as he visibly struggled to get his words under control. “That song—it means—”

He stopped again, shaking his head furiously, his grip still locked on Time like he was terrified of letting go.

Time exhaled, slow, measured. “This is the only way..”

His voice was steady, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t the leader of the Chain speaking, it was something worn. Something dangerously close to the child he had long since buried.

But Twilight barely heard him.

“You don’t get to just—You don’t get to—!”

His hands curled into fists, his breathing was shallow, his body was locked so tight he looked like he was on the verge of breaking into pieces.

He couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t say the word.

Because if he said it, it would be real.

And he didn’t want it to be real.

Twilight was unraveling. He felt himself unraveling, his body too tight, too tense, like if he let go for even a second, he’d completely fall apart. His breath was coming in short, panicked bursts, his throat tight with something raw and unbearable. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, gripping Time’s tunic like it was the only thing keeping him standing.

“You—” Twilight’s voice cracked, his words slipping out, desperate and broken. “You can’t just—You don’t get to do this, Time!”

Time remained still. His expression unreadable. His hands, tight around the ocarina, steady in a way Twilight’s weren’t.

“Twilight.”

It was calm. Too calm. Like he was trying to soothe a cornered animal.

It only made Twilight’s breathing worse.

“No! Don’t—don’t say my name like that! Like you—like you know something I don’t! Like you’ve already decided—” His chest was heaving, his grip tightening before loosening again, his body betraying him, caught between fight and collapse. “You think you can just play that song and..and—” His voice broke, “They’re NOT gone, Time, you can’t just act like their soul needs peace! T…They’re just—” He shook his head, “they aren’t gone, they..they need help! ..w-we need to find a healer! A fairy! S-someone who can…can...”

A beat of silence.

Then—

Time exhaled and looked properly at Twilight.

And Twilight froze.

His whole body locked up, something primal inside of him screaming run but keeping him rooted in place at the same time.

He’d seen that gaze before. Seen it on him, when the moon was full and seemingly burning and the weight of something much older, much more terrifying, resting against his shoulders. White. Cold. Empty.

Not human.

Twilight’s breath hitched. His grip on Time’s arm vanished, hands falling away, shaking as he stumbled a step back.

Time’s voice didn’t waver.

“I will fix this.”

The words settled over them like a death sentence.

Final. Unwavering.

Twilight couldn’t move. He felt paralyzed, his whole body fighting between panic and something almost instinctual, something telling him that this wasn’t his mentor, this wasn’t the man he knew.

The air was thick with something they couldn’t name.

Then—

“How can you fix THIS?”

Legend.

His voice was sharp but quiet, words slow, careful, as if afraid of the answer.

His bloodied hands were still on (y/n), fingers curled, knuckles white. His mouth was pressed into a thin line, his face pale, his body unmoving.

And he was staring at Time.

So were the others now. Minus Wild who remained on his knees where he was.

Time’s grip on the ocarina never wavered.

He was looking ahead, staring at something they couldn’t see.

Then—

“What are you about to do?” Legend asked.

“..The Song of Time.”

The words left Warrior’s lips before he could even think to stop them.

And then everyone was looking at him now, including Wild.

every single one of them turned to Time in a split second.

Because they knew what that meant.

Time’s fingers tightened around the ocarina.

“You—” Warriors took a step forward, “You were going to play the Song of Time?”

Time said nothing. He just looked at him.

And that was enough.

Hyrule’s breath hitched. “Wait—wait, could he—”

“Twilight jerked like he’d been hit, his mind finally catching up to the weight of what was happening.

“You—” his voice cracked, “You were going to undo this? You weren’t…?”

Time finally blinked. The weight in his gaze lessened just enough for Twilight to suck in a sharp, shuddering breath.

But Time still didn’t waver.

“I will fix this.” He said it again.

Warriors’ breath was uneven, his mind racing, hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to rip that damn ocarina from Time’s grasp.

But he didn’t.

Because deep down, some part of him wanted to believe.

He swallowed hard. “Will it work?”

Time’s fingers curled tighter around the ocarina. His jaw tensed, his throat bobbing as he exhaled slow. “It will.”

And that was it.

That was all he said.

That shouldn’t have been enough.

But the way he said it, steady, certain, absolute,’like the sky was blue, like fire was hot, like the sun would rise tomorrow-

It made the air heavy.

It made belief an inevitability.

Sky’s breath hitched. “But—”

“How do you know?!” Wind cut in, shaking, desperate.. “How do you know it’ll be far enough?!”

“What if it only sends us back before the battle?” Wild snapped, voice raw. “We’d be dragging the beasts right to them! What if it doesn’t change anything? What if we just—” He broke off, his whole body trembling, his fingers digging into his arms like he was holding himself together with sheer force of will.

Time’s gaze flicked to him.

Then to Wind.

Then to Warriors.

To Twilight.

To everyone.

“It will.”

Like this wasn’t a question.

Like it was already decided.

Legend exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “And if you’re wrong?”

Time didn’t answer.

Because he wasn’t.

Because the idea that he could be was never an option.

Not when it came to (y/n).

Never when it came to that one person.

“Time-“ Twilight’s voice cracked, his whole body tensed, barely keeping himself from shaking apart. “Do you even know how far it’ll—”

“I do.”

Twilight flinched.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t forceful.

But it was final.

It was a fact.

Like the way he breathed. Like the way he fought.

Like the way he had always been the Hero of Time.

This would work.

Because it had to.

“Now gather close, or you will be left behind.”

Time didn’t wait for another argument.

Didn’t give them another second to question him, to hesitate.

He just pressed the ocarina to his lips and played.

The first note rang out, trembling through the air, and the world shifted.

The melody poured from him like second nature, each note pulling at something unseen, unraveling the fabric of reality, tugging at the very threads of time itself.

The air around him hummed, thick with power, and he barely noticed when the others moved closer. Whether it was instinct or trust or sheer desperation, he didn’t know. Didn’t care.

All that mattered was the song.

All that mattered was fixing this.

The ground beneath him vanished. The sky unraveled like ink spilling across parchment. He was falling, weightless, the notes still lingering in the air as time itself bent.

And he knew this feeling.

Had lived this feeling.

He was used to it, the way time peeled away like layers of an old tapestry, the way the past reached up to swallow him whole.

But the others-

Some of them gasped, sharp and breathless, the weight of the shift hitting them like a punch to the gut. Some gritted their teeth, held onto each other, held onto him.

But Time didn’t focus on them.

Didn’t let himself get distracted.

Because there was only the song.

Only the pull of time wrenching them backward, dragging them through the currents of the past, demanding they return to where they were supposed to be.

He felt the moment it worked.

The moment the world clicked back into place.

And when his boots hit solid ground againc when the weight of his body settled into the morning light, into the world that had not yet seen blood,

He exhaled.

And opened his eyes.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

The morning sun filtered through the trees, golden and warm, birds chirping in the distance like nothing had changed—like everything hadn’t changed.

The smell of cooking drifted through the air, something light and familiar, the scent of simmering stew bubbling away in the pot that Wild—the past Wild—had left unattended just moments ago.

The camp was… whole.

No shattered remains of their tents, no bloodstains in the dirt, no lingering stench of burnt wood and monster corpses.

No… (y/n) lying broken on the ground.

Time let out a slow breath, calm and steady, as if this was exactly what he’d expected. And it was.

He knew it would work.

The others, though…

They were stiff, wary, shifting in place like the ground might give out beneath them at any second.

Legend was rubbing at his face, as if trying to wipe away the exhaustion that still clung to him. Wild was staring at the bubbling stew like it was some kind of hallucination.

Twilight stood a little ways off, staring at his hands, clenching and unclenching them like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Warriors was the first to speak. His voice was hoarse, his throat raw from all the shouting and grief of before, of a future that no longer existed.

“…We actually did it…” he muttered, like he barely believed it.

Wind swallowed hard. He looked down at his boots, scuffed and dirty from the battle that technically hadn’t happened yet. “We’re still—” He hesitated, gesturing at himself. At all of them. “Like this.”

Blood. Dirt. Scrapes and bruises from a fight that hadn’t even started. Evidence of what they’d just lived through, proof that it had been real.

That (y/n) had been-

Time exhaled slowly.

“It doesn’t matter.” His voice was even, firm. Grounding. “We’re here.”

He didn’t need to say why.

Didn’t need to remind them of what they needed to do next.

Because their heads all turned, almost in unison, toward the only tent still closed up for the morning.

The one where (y/n) was still asleep.

Still safe.

Still alive.

For a long, long moment, no one moved.

They just stood there, frozen in place, staring at the closed tent.

The urge to rush forward was almost unbearable, like a rope yanking at their chests, but no one made the first move.

It was too much.

The blood was still fresh in their memories. The sight of (y/n) lying there, unmoving, unbreathing—

They couldn’t go through that again.

So they stood there, tense and waiting, barely breathing.

And then—

Soft murmurs. A sleepy sigh. Rustling blankets.

The sounds hit them, sharp and painful in a way they couldn’t describe, their hearts all slamming against their ribs as the tent flaps finally shifted—

And (y/n) crawled out, rubbing their eyes, hair a mess, voice groggy as they blinked up at the group.

“…Mornin’,” they mumbled, completely oblivious to the way everyone stared.

No blood. No pain. No lifeless eyes staring up at them.

Just… sleepy, alive (y/n), squinting at them like they were the weird ones.

They yawned. “You guys okay?”

No one answered.

Because no one could breathe.

It was Hyrule who moved first.

Slow, cautious, like he was afraid to startle them. His hands trembled as he reached out, fingers barely ghosting over (y/n)’s arms, their shoulders, their face—checking for wounds that weren’t there anymore.

It was like his body was working faster than his mind, the overwhelming need to confirm pushing him forward before he could even think about it.

And then, as if his movement snapped a thread holding everyone back, the others surged forward.

They were on (y/n) in seconds, surrounding them, crowding close, hands reaching and grasping, pulling them into checks and touches that were both frantic and careful.

(Y/n) barely had time to react before they were trapped in a wall of bodies, everyone brushing over their arms, their back, their face—looking for injuries that didn’t exist.

“What— guys, what the hell—?” (Y/n) yelped, blinking fast as they suddenly registered how dirty everyone was.

Blood. Scrapes. Dirt smeared over their clothes and skin, like they’d been through something.

Like they’d just come back from a war.

(Y/n)’s breath hitched, their drowsiness vanishing.

“What happened to you guys?” Their voice was cautious now, eyes darting between the wild, desperate looks on their faces.

No one answered right away.

They were too busy touching them, reassuring themselves, trying to make sure this wasn’t some cruel trick—

That (y/n) was here. Alive. Whole.

Time, standing back from the chaos, finally let out a breath.

It worked.

——

——

It took a while for things to settle down.

At first, (y/n) was just confused,rightfully so. One minute they were crawling out of the tent, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, and the next, they were practically being smothered by the Chain.

And not in the usual overprotective way.

This was different.

It was desperate.

It took a lot of reassurance,(y/n) reluctantly eating breakfast while Wild kept glancing up like they’d disappear if he looked away, Warriors and Legend hovering nearby, and Twilight sticking close as if physically shielding them from something,before the group finally got moving.

Time made the call.

They weren’t staying here.

(Y/n) didn’t get why,nothing seemed wrong, their camp was fine, their usual routine untouched,but there was no arguing with him. He wasn’t going to change his mind.

So they packed up and left.

They moved far,not stopping until the area around them was completely unfamiliar, setting up camp in a much safer place, where there were no signs of monster dens, no ruins where enemies could be lurking, nothing.

And still, the paranoia remained.

No one relaxed.

Even after the fire was lit, even after dinner was done, even after everyone was settled in for the night, there was an edge to the air. Like the whole group was waiting for something.

(Y/n) had questions. So many questions.

But the longer they stared at the exhausted, shaken faces around them, the more they decided they didn’t want the answers just yet.

Eventually, one by one, the others turned in for the night. Even if they wouldn’t truly rest, they at least tried to pretend to.

(Y/n) was in their tent, laying down, half-expecting Twilight or Wild to come and insist on sharing their bedroll like they sometimes did when they got particularly clingy—

But instead, it was Time.

They blinked as the tent flap shifted, his tall form stepping inside. He moved slow, deliberate, like he was testing the space between them.

(Y/n) sat up, eyebrows raising.

“Uh… hey?” They greeted cautiously. “Something wrong?”

Time didn’t answer right away.

He just looked at them.

Really looked at them.

Like he was memorizing them all over again.

(Y/n) shifted under the weight of it, that unsettled feeling creeping back into their gut.

“… Time?”

Time sat down next to them without a word.

Not across from them, not a small distance away—right next to them, close enough that (y/n) could feel the slight shift in the bedroll beneath them.

He was silent.

Not just the usual quiet, the comfortable, thoughtful kind of silence Time carried.

This was heavy.

Thick.

Suffocating.

(Y/n) shifted awkwardly, the unease crawling up their spine. The others had been acting strange all day, but Time’s presence right now felt even worse. Like the weight of a storm about to break, something pressing down on them, making their stomach churn.

They hesitated.

Then, quietly, “Time… what’s going on?”

Still, he didn’t speak.

Didn’t even move.

Just sat there, shoulders stiff, hands clasped loosely together.

(Y/n) swallowed, forcing a nervous chuckle.

“Okay, you’re really starting to freak me out, old man. Did something happen?”

Finally, Time exhaled, slow and steady.

“…Something happened.”

(Y/n) perked up a little. “Yeah?”

Time nodded.

“I fixed it.”

(Y/n) blinked.

“…What?”

Another pause.

(Y/n) narrowed their eyes, the hairs on the back of their neck standing on end.

“Fixed what? What—”

“Don’t.”

The firm edge in Time’s voice startled them into silence.

It wasn’t a command.

It wasn’t an order.

It was a plea.

Time turned his head slightly, his jaw clenched, his good eye dark in the dim light of the tent.

“If you keep asking me…” he said, voice low, slow, measured, “I will tell you.”

(Y/n) stared.

He swallowed, his hands tightening into fists against his knees.

“And I don’t want to tell you…” He admitted, not wanting to te them how they all failed in protecting them. How their blood pooled beneath their cold body.. “So please… don’t ask me.”

(Y/n) felt their pulse in their throat.

Something was wrong.

The others had been acting strange, paranoid. Wild had barely let them breathe all morning. The whole group had been on edge, even after they had moved camp.

And now Time was sitting beside them, heavy and tired and quietly begging them not to dig any further.

(Y/n) licked their lips, their voice small.

“…Was it that bad?”

Time inhaled sharply.

His fingers twitched.

His mind flickered back-

The torn camp.

The blood.

(Y/n), limp and still, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing.

Time closed his eye.

“…Yes.”

(Y/n) barely had time to process the answer before they found themselves moving.

Their body acted before their mind, before they even realized what they were doing, reaching out, wrapping their arms around Time, holding onto him firmly, as if trying to ground them both.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Time sat stiffly beneath their hold, unresponsive.

Then his shoulders shook.

A breath hitched.

A sharp inhale, one that he tried to keep quiet, but (y/n) felt it against their shoulder, the way his body trembled, the weight of his grief pushing against them, too much to fully contain but held back just enough.

(Y/n) held him tighter.

They didn’t understand what happened.

They didn’t know what Time had done.

But whatever it was…

It had hurt him. Hurt them all. badly.

(Y/n) pulled back slightly, hands still resting on Time’s shoulders as they looked up at him.

His head was bowed, breath uneven, his expression twisted with something too heavy to name. The dim light of the tent only made it worse, casting shadows over the worn lines of his face.

Without thinking, (y/n) reached up, cupping his face gently and tilting it so he’d look at them.

Time’s good eye met theirs, surprise flickering through the grief.

(Y/n) gave him a determined look before brushing their thumb over his cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

“I won’t ask again.” they murmured.

Time exhaled shakily, the tension in his shoulders softening ever so slightly.

(Y/n) let their expression ease, giving him a tired little smile.

“But,” they continued, tilting their head, “I at least hope you and the others got revenge before you fixed it.”

A weak chuckle left Time, his voice rough.

“I think…Wild handled that part.”

(Y/n) huffed a laugh.

“Figures.” They let their hands fall from his face, nodding in satisfaction. “That’s all I need to know.”

Silence settled between them, but it was more relaxed now. The weight in the air wasn’t as suffocating, no longer pressing down so hard it was unbearable.

(Y/n) shifted, glancing towards the tent entrance, then back to Time.

“…I kinda don’t wanna sleep alone tonight.”

Time turned to look at them fully, his eye scanning their face.

(Y/n) rubbed the back of their neck awkwardly.

“Would you… stay?”

Time blinked.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

A small smile grew on his lips, the kind that carried warmth despite the exhaustion in his gaze.

(Y/n) returned it, letting out a breath of relief.

“…Good.”

Without another word, they shifted to make room, patting the spot beside them.

Time followed, moving to lay down beside them, a bit nervously but eagerly.

And as (y/n) settled next to him, still for a moment before arms wrapped around Time, he tensed before slowly wrapping his own arms around them.

Eventually, Time let out a deep sigh, his whole body relaxing as he feels their heart beat (alive, strong, such a wonderful rhythm) feeling their presence close, steady and real.

It was exactly what he needed. (He had a feeling the others will also get their own nights with their darling soon enough. (y/n) was just like that to be so considerate.)

It took no time at all for him to sleep.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Edward Cullen (1/8)

*R stands for reader, essentially a y/n. Takes place in college instead of high school, but you can imagine it as high school if you so please. WC: a short 2k.

R made her way up the stone steps to her new destination and community for four years: Forks College. It was a small yet decently prestigious liberal arts college known mostly by surrounding Washington residents. However, it was exactly what R was looking for due to her background. She had scrolled through the lists of selective, not too well-known, and rural colleges. 

R was made for the pre-med path, and no career challenges were going to threaten that. Even after being forced to transfer from her state’s big university due to the sheer amount of harassment, stalking, catcalling, and threats, she needed a break. R didn’t understand why her only means of becoming independent and affording her education and life - and in a very understanding company - needed to be demonized or sexualized in her real life.

However, on the plus side, she was capable of choosing her path with the support of the company she worked with, of which was hardly a job, considering she was flown out for photoshoots or major events around twice a month for very high pay. Yes, to those who knew her more infamous persona, she was a Playboy Bunny. 

She removed herself from her stupor, glancing around. As a pre-med, that meant a packed schedule, most classes essentially being twice the workload and time because of labs. And just her luck, her first 8am on a Monday was the cursed O-chem.  

As she trotted up the steps, a man with a rather outdated haircut trailed beside her. “Hello. I’m Eric. I write for the campus newspaper, as much of a campus as it is - and considering our student body rarely sees man y transfers to the college —“

“If you’re asking to interview me, I’d prefer not,” R replied eloquently. “But if you’re going to show me around and be a friend, I don’t see a problem.”

Eric seemed taken back by the straight-forwardness. Although R was certainly a striking woman from her appearance, it was more so her mature yet warm aura that intimidated him.

Eric gulped and nodded. “Yes, of course! I can take a look at your schedule. The campus is small enough, so I’m sure I’ll hardly be needed.”

The half hour passed and Eric left her at the O-chem entrance. R had felt on edge, but except from curiosity and few clearly embarrassed men, glances were far and few between. She felt refreshed. While R hated being defined by her line of work, it is what she had to be aware of other people defining her as. She wasn’t even doing the acting - shouldn’t that be seen as somehow more virtuous from only being in photoshoots?

She sighed and cleared her head, greeting the middle aged professor who she could already tell would not make O-chem harder than it needed to be. He had an assortment of interesting decor on his desk — and R swore that only fun professors made intricate introductory slideshows to get to know the class.

R sat at a table next to a pale yet incredibly good looking man. He had trimmed hair that seemed to fall perfectly into place, beautiful brown-red eyes, and was dressed in a dark, long-sleeved shirt. Once seated, she was finally able to disrobe her several layers of winter clothing — far more than her peers had, but she was traveling from a warmer climate and was unused to temperatures below 30 in the winter. She nodded and smiled to the man, who glanced back and forth from his notebook to her, but reciprocated. He seemed tense, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he recognized her. 

“I’m R,” she introduced politely. 

“I’m Edward Cullen. You’re a transfer student.”

“Yes,” R replied, smiling. “All the way from [university]. Are you pre-med as well?”

“You could say that,” he answered, his words drawling out as though he was telling an inside joke. Making eye contact with him was so intense that she had to break it, despite the fact that he had a gentle, unthreatening demeanor. “What brought you all the way out here?”

“I just wanted to find a quiet college. I value privacy and education, so…” She felt herself at a loss for words. Even though she was fiddling with the setup of her desk, she felt unnerved. The man hadn’t done anything wrong, but it was always a gambler of whether a man was anxious or if he was creepy.

“Privacy from what?”

In R’s head, a vision of the many hells men and women alike had put her through played. She shuddered, and there was a sense of empathy and understanding in Edward’s eyes. “Oh, just too many creeps. It’s complicated.”

Edward did not prod. He turned to face the front, and R’s sense of distrust turned to faint interest and curiosity. His posture loosened up throughout the class period, and so did R’s. By the end of it, the professor had made it clear that those sitting next to one another were working in pairs for the lab reports, and thus, held one another’s grades in their hands. So R made a mental prayer that this man was not lazy.

R had tai chi next,. But made sure to make some more small talk with Edward on the walk over before he split off. Edward was much taller than he had been slumped in the chair, and although R was completely average height, she had to crane her neck upwards to maintain eye contact on the walk over. 

“What drew you here?” she asked.

“I’m a local, if you can call me that,” he said gently. Despite his appearance, he exuded a calm and collected aura that if not for it he would exude something more intimidating and sexual. “The rest of my foster siblings also attend.”

“Oh! That must be… nice.”

R made another mental note to avoid developing a proximity crush on him; not from anything of his background, but he seemed withdrawn and unsure of himself and his future, something which R found innately unattractive. Yet, it almost seemed as though that was a joke she was not a part of. 

“Do you have any family around here?”

“No, I don’t. My parents are especially poor, so I wanted to find a financially stable way to trade care of myself and them when I can afford to. They’re from [place] — oh, this is my stop,” R announced, about to enter the door that led to the open-ceiling gymnasium. She had signed up for a tai chi class in hopes it might spare her some post O-chem stress. 

Edward nodded politely. “Good bye.”

“Good bye.”

R made a note that beseemed smart, but it was off-putting how he spoke — it was as though he was far older beyond college level age. He spoke like… an elder. Or maybe she was overanalyzing. It was simply rare for someone her age to say the full god bye to a stranger, rather than a ‘bye’ or ‘see you.’

She walked into the gym, glad to have worn sweats rather than anything nice for a first impression. It was forecast and frigid, but that was external. It didn’t help to set a relaxing mood for tai chi, though. 

R grabbed a mat as instructed by the professor and sat next to two chatting girls. “Hello.”

“Oh… hi! You must be the transfer student,” greeted a woman with long, black hair and glasses. “I’m Angela.”

The blonde girl beside her waved. “I’m Jessica.”

And although it was hardly worth retelling, R spent the class period asking the typical mundane questions about majors, clubs, and where they’re from.

~~~

“These are our friends,” Angela introduced, walking the two girls over to the indoor cafeteria. Although normally, Jessica explained, they’d sit outside at the bench, it had decided to hail during the tai chi class, and that was better avoided.

R recognized Eric, who gave her a Cheshire smile and a wave. There were two other men, who introduced themselves as Mike and Tyler. It begrudged her slightly, but she could immediately clock that Tyler would be far too flirtatious and Mike had a thing for her, as subtly as he tried to hide his blushing cheeks. R sat and pulled her out her lunch, assessing the typical chatter they engaged in before answering the occasional questions. Despite her profession and general ambition, R tended to run out of a social battery fast, especially when socialization was not paired with a resume-building activity. She zoned out while eating, all until she was alerted by Jessica’s scoffing and Angela’s giggling.

“… You’re just upset because he’s not into you back,” Angela teased.

“That who isn’t into you?” R spoke up, intrigued by the scent of gossip.

“Any of the Cullens,” Jessica whined with a note of sarcasm. “I mean, just look at them - they’re gorgeous.”

R glanced toward the opening doors, noticing that a group of rather pale yet stunning individuals walked in - one of them being Edward.

“Are those Edward’s siblings?” R wondered.

Jessica quirked a brow while Angela inquired,” You know Edward?”

“Yes. He is my lab partner for O-chem. He was friendly enough, but I can’t fault him for not being too talkative at 8am.”

Jessica seemed in awe. “You talked to him and he talked back? You’re so lucky!”

“Let me explain,” Angela continued. “The Cullens are foster siblings, but they’re also together-together. Those two are together, and so are those two. Edward is the only one who hasn’t dated. I wish Dr. Cullen would adopt me.”

“But he’s so aloof and introverted that he doesn’t give any girl a chance,” Jessica huffed. “Not that I care or anything. There are plenty of cute boys around.”

“Like me,” Tyler broke in with a wink in R’s direction.

“Yeah right, Tyler,” Jessica retorted. “Third time is not the charm in your case.”

The table snickered, and as the Cullens walked past, she waved at Edward. He waved back.

~~~

R couldn’t help but notice as Edward’s family drove away that day across the parking lot. R had never felt much interest in romance, but there was something that innately drew her in to Edward. Even though she cursed the idea of entering a relationship until she was done with school - even hook-ups and flings weren’t her style - she felt like Jessica or Angela, completely enamored by that strange family. 

She drove home and life went on. That week, she focused on strengthening her friendships, and despite being begged to go to La Push in traumatically cold winter weather, she had a photoshoot in Miami that weekend. A nice escape from the cold. In O-chem, the conversation between her and Edward turned from polite to friendly, and R was happy to keep it that way, forcing her bubbling crush further and further down.

~~~

She returned home exhausted late Sunday night. Half of the job was traveling - six hour plane rides plus the hour drive to Seattle and then home. R was grateful for the luxury of being able to take convoluted planes, as she never had left her home area until her job. Either way, she kept up with the immediate study, as most of her stem classes were already beyond the syllabus. 

As she brought her small backpack inside, she took a glance around the quiet neighborhood. The economy was much more affordable here, and so rent for an entire two story house was half her paycheck for a shoot. However, R wasn’t used to the silence living rurally brought. And she wasn’t used to the only sounds being from nature. 

R locked the door behind her a turned on the porch light. The home was a two bedroom one bath, so she made sure to utilize the space well without hoarding too much - and R was quite pleased with her interior design skills. She admired her bedroom as its own feat - a balcony window with thin, flowery curtains, a rotating bookshelf in the corner, a nice dresser with an organized jewelry and make-up stand, a quaint bedside table with a lamp, and cute pillows and blankets. 

She passed out not soon after clicking off her lamp. 

R woke with a start that night, eyes shooting open and her body suddenly on high alert. She wasn’t quite sure what had stirred her senses, but she glanced around the bedroom. Her eyes glazed over every corner until came to a halt near the window. The porch light, which usually bled through the curtains, was off, and the curtains seemed to billow and allow a wispy, willowing wind. She gulped, shivers rolling up her spine. She did another glance over.

She always left the porch light on. She always left windows shut. R carefully slid out of bed, fumbling over to the window. Her bedroom door was still cracked as minimally as usual, so she surveyed the dark lawn and road, not even lit by streetlamp. 

R pulled her head back in and shut the window, making sure to lock it extra tight. She was already so alert that she decided to make a cup of coffee and do what she could with the rest of the night. It was an hour or two away from when she usually woke up after all. She meandered downstairs, still slightly cautious of her surroundings. She went to wash her favorite mug while the coffee was brewing in the pot - but it had already been washed from use a few days ago.

Perhaps she was misremembering a few details.

[fashionteahouse]

hey would you write Cullens from twilight if they were yanderes? So basically Yandere Cullens x reader headcannons. If this makes you uncomfortable ignore this xx

sure i'll give this a try ! hopefully you enjoy :)

Carlisle: He's obsessive. He would keep a piece of hair, collect any type of fluid in bottles. He needs to have a piece of you and expects the same. May even make you wear a necklace that contains his venom without you knowing and he wears a piece of jewelry that has your blood in it that he somehow was able to obtain. Shapes his entire way of living to be identical with yours, to feel more close to you. He’s fixated on you and only you. Will risk not eating just to fantasize about the relationship you two have and how it can evolve.

Jasper: Impulsive. His erratic nature makes him unpredictable. You’re constantly on edge but he doesn’t care to change. He doesn’t want to change. Acts on desires and whims without giving it any thought. Expects you to support whatever impulses he has and won’t want to hear you try to speak common language to help him make better decisions. He’s honest since his actions are made without a thought.

Rosalie: Sadistic. She’s very fascinated by how you squirm under her control. She gets pleasure by emotionally and physically harming you. Even, going as far as ruining things for you just to isolate you. Hurting your feelings makes you weak and it’s just how she likes you. She also will sometimes enjoy letting you hold onto the hope of escaping, even letting you get a head start before she recaptures you again.

Edward: Manipulative. The relationship will appear normal, just how he would like it. Will create a wedge to distance yourself from people, even if you’re with someone, he will do everything that he can to put a strain on the relationship by using trust. Once you two are together, he knows how to keep you from leaving, using your weaknesses and secrets to keep you from thinking leaving him is a better option, because it isn’t. Encourages codependency.

Esme: Clingy. Wherever you go, she goes. Whatever you do, she does. Her smothering is quite draining. She’s never out of your sight and you’re never out of hers. She’s too emotionally dependent on you and will become very angry if you’re not available to her. The type to constantly ring you if you’re not in her sight. She’s the reason why your voicemail box is full. She will expect you to be available to her at all costs. Doesn’t believe in breaks.

Alice: Delusional af. Will think the relationship between you two is more than what it actually is and will get very upset if you tell her otherwise. Not very realistic as she takes everything that you do, the wrong way. If you do something out of kindness, she immediately thinks it’s out of love. If she tells you that she loves you and you don’t say that you love her back, she will just think it’s because you’re shy. If you tell her you don’t love her, she will believe that it’s all lies and that you’re in denial. Her reality that she perceives is distorted by her love.

Emmett: Possessive. There is no such thing as being independent in this relationship. He will become aggressive if they feel like their ownership is threatened. He will remove all of your safety nets, friends, family, money in your savings, just so that you could be solely dependent on him. He needs to own and dominate you in the relationship. If you make a decision on your own, he will become very angry. You’re his and his only.

[bella-goths-wife]

[yandereunsolved]

𐙚 Platonic Yandere Wolf-Shifter Twilight 𐙚

Among the woodlands and in the sky, there was no creature as intriguing as you. When the Shadows first cast themselves across the world and Zant rose, you were the first to scoop him up and treat him with the care he deserved. He loved Midna to some extent, but you were like a sibling to him. You took care of him like no one else did, and he dutifully returned the favor. 

It was the third year since the connection between the Twili realm had been broken; Zant and Ganondorf were presumably dead. 

He had everything now, and still the scars, both visible and invisible, lay heavy on his soul. 

He once looked at the moon with such reverence. It guided him home when he stayed out far too long. It helped drive the sheep back into their pen to sleep. It allowed him to ease himself into a slumber and then wake up refreshed for a new day.

Now all he sees when he looks at it is what he was subjected to through his adventures and the Hero's Shade. He mourns what he lost—his innocence, his love, and so many lives. He also sees what he gained: you. To him, that is much more valuable. That's what he tells himself; the gain is worth much more than a loss.

You loved the moon more than anyone he knew. It helped show you the way towards the beasts you would kill under the guise of darkness. It would bathe you in a comforting glossy shine that made you appear as if you were divine. It led you to him when he was gravely injured and stuck in his lupin form.

"Hey, Link." You whisper toward him; it's almost as faint as the breeze streaming through the trees. It's like you are speaking a secret that only he is allowed to hear. "Link! Pay attention, Wolfie."

Link, Link.

"Hmpf—?" What? He huffs out of his nostrils. His pink tongue slightly lulls out of his mouth as he pants. 

You shift in the grass as he adjusts his furry head in your lap. Your eyes leave his for a moment as you stare out at the starry night sky.

"It's been a long time since we first met. I just wanted to say, thank you." You take a pause, and a great, long sigh escapes between your lips. Your hand rubs the bridge of his snout before you begin stroking his multi-colored coat of fur. "There aren't any more words I can use to express how grateful I am for you. You're just the best, and you're more than the hero. You're still you, and I want you to know that. Me and you will be best friends always."

This is why he loves you like kin.

[thehauntedetheral]

Carlisle Cullen

• He is the epitome of gentle love.

• Always make sure you are comfortable and healthy.

• Will cook for you different kind of cuisines or whatever you like but while keeping a healthy balanced diet in mind.

• Will always cover you with an extra layer or his jacket in winter season.

• Whenever you both have some free time on your hands you both would cuddle and Carlisle reads the books to you in his soothing voice. It's just your thing. Away from world in each other's embrace reading.

• He will give you little kisses at any small chance he gets.

• If you fell sick even though it's a small flu. He will go all doctor mode, checking up on your health.

● Whenever Carlisle looks at you he thanks god for giving him such a lovely and precious person.

• Carlisle can't remember and he don't want to remember how did he lived hundreds of years without you. Because now just the thought of you not being with him causes his cold frozen heart pain.

• Doing acts of services is his main language.

• Will comb your hair while saying how beautiful you are, cook for you, helps you or more like does all the chores after all vampire speed comes in handy.

• Will braid your hair, make braid crowns while you yap about "Do you know what happened today?"

"Tell me " Carlisle will say while braiding or playing with your hairs.

• Is a total gentleman. Since you started dating him you have never opened a door because he always open doors for you.

• Will gift you with diamonds or cars when there is a special occasion or sometimes will just gift you because being with you is a big occasion.

• Definitely has a praise kink. Will praise you and compliment you in bedroom and outside too. He loves how your cheeks heat up and a big smile lights up your face when he compliments you.

• Is definitely the most supportive man. You want to be stay at home? He will take care of you forever. You want to do job? Supports you in everyway he can.

• Makes you lunch for job while putting little love notes in it saying how much he loves you and is proud of you.

• You two always hug each other whenever you get a chance. It's your way of saying I love you or I missed you.

• You get flowers after every 2 - 3 days because this man just can't ever stop appreciating you.

• Handles jealousy maturely.

• You both lay in each other's arms and talk about everything and nothing all night till you fall asleep while Carlisle just embraces you tight and listen to your heartbeats like a lullaby.

• Is the most patient and calm man you ever met.

• whenever you are anxious or nervous or having a mental breakdown. He embraces you, rubs your shoulder, talks to you about the issue or your feelings. Makes you calm.

• You both are so perfectly synchronized with each other that the people close to you says you act like an married couple.

• Well it is soon to become reality. Because Carlisle already has a ring sitting in his pockets for days just waiting for the perfect moment to pop the question. And might I say while asking you the question this thousands of year old calm vampire who was nervous as hell while everyone was chill Because they obviously know you are gonna say yes.

• And yes the wedding gift from Carlisle will be an beautiful private island bought by him and named after you. Where you both are gonna spend a very good time.

For More Yandere Reading:

[dia-oro]

Imagine linked universe but you just go yeeted by a portal when you just put that fancy outfit for the wedding/party of a friend and thank this the chain now think you’re a foreign princess/prince or worse if you’re also touched by hylia to make it more direct that you stay with the chain, you’re now their Zelda, good luck pal’s.

good luck x34 if they end being yanderes, you’re now for real their new Zelda.