#Yandere pied piper

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Ensnared

Yandere M!Pied Piper X F!Reader

Warnings: Mild body horror, possessive + yandere behavior masterlist

Once upon a time, in the land cradled between the winding waters of the river Weser, there lay two towns, Hamelin and Weidehohl, each a curiosity of its own. To the west, Weidehohl nestled amidst the towering, age-old trees, where the pagans roamed, their shadows falling on creatures of the forest, and their deeds shrouded in darkness. They committed crimes that troubled the very heavens, where cats were denied their lives, and dogs met a mournful fate.

On the opposite bank, to the east, stood Hamelin, a settlement graced by the protective embrace of four mighty forts, where no soul could pass unseen or unnoticed. It was a city crafted from the warm, welcoming wood of time, its heart radiating with peace and prosperity. In Hamelin, the gentle hand of Christ blessed the land with abundance.

And in the blessed town of Hamelin lived a widow named Y/N. Her heart was as pure as the morning dew, yet heavy with the sorrow of a love lost. Her beloved had embarked on a sacred missionary journey, and for seven long days and seven nights, he had vanished from her sight. It was on the seventh night that his lifeless form was returned to her humble dwelling, a pitiful sight to behold. His body resembled a mangled corpse, the limbs poking out in odd angles, the silver cross ripped from his neck. Even the cherished keepsake, a timepiece adorned with a lovingly-crafted portrait of his beloved wife on their wedding day, had vanished into the shadows.

With tearful eyes and a contrite heart, the widow sought solace in the confessional, where she bared her soul to the priest and questioned the sins that had led to her husband's gruesome fate at the hands of the pagans. But the priest, hidden behind the confessional booth, offered words of comfort and guidance.

"Nay, dear child, the burden of blame lies not upon your shoulders," he whispered gently. "The pagans of Weidehohl are the architects of this sorrow, and their lives shall remain fraught with wretchedness unless they turn to the benevolent embrace of Christ."

"Father," Y/N confessed, "in my despair, I confess to having missed Sunday Mass twice in succession. What penance must I undertake to cleanse my soul of sin and ensure the reunion of my husband and me in the heavenly kingdom of our Lord?"

"My dear child," came the priest's soothing reply, "perform acts of charity, extend your hand to the needy, and become a sponsor to the orphan. Through these acts of benevolence, your soul shall find its path to redemption, and in the divine grace of our Lord, you shall one day be reunited with your beloved in the heavenly realm."

And so, the widow poured the essence of her very being into the sacred act of spreading the love of the Savior. She became the guardian of the forsaken, running a humble orphanage for the downtrodden street urchins. Beneath the sheltering eaves of her makeshift home, she provided not only a sanctuary from the cold, unforgiving world but also warm soups that chased away the hunger that gnawed at their fragile bellies.

To those who approached her with intentions other than those of the divine, she responded with an unshakable steadfastness. Her words, like a sermon from the heavens, would gently rebuke them, reminding them of the plight of the orphans and how humanity had often forsaken those less fortunate. In her wisdom, there was a grain of truth: Why should the Church entrust a humble widow with the monumental task of caring for orphans, while it basked in the wealth derived from indulgences?

Yet, Y/N knew better than to arouse the ire of the Church, for as a widow, a solitary soul, she teetered on the precipice of society's margins. A single misstep could condemn her to the mercy of the clergy, leaving her precarious existence hanging by a slender thread.

But despite her pure intentions, the Devil would test her belief in God once again. This time, He unleashed upon her beloved Hamelin a deluge of rats and mice, a horde of vermin with ravenous appetites. They descended upon the city like the overflowing waters of the river Weser, devouring the meager stores of grain, defiling the once-pure waters of the public well with their loathsome droppings, and spreading pestilence and death throughout the land.

In the face of this vile pestilence, the people of Hamelin turned to their faith with fervor, seeking solace and redemption in daily worship. Their voices echoed with praises to the Lord, sung until they grew hoarse from their devotion. Yet, amidst their piety, the plight of the orphaned souls remained unseen, their suffering ignored. Hearts once kind were now veiled by self-righteousness, their pride preventing even a morsel of bread from being offered to those in need. And so, Y/N toiled away once more, her body growing weaker and more fragile as the weeks passed by.

One day, a curious traveler, bedecked in a garb of vivid hues, sauntered into the fortified realm of Hamelin. Bemused and bedazzled, the city's folk kept a wary distance from this stranger, their wariness ignited by his flamboyant cloak and hair ablaze like Hell's own fire. At his neck, he wore not the sacred cross but a flute, intricately carved from bone.

"Citizens of Hamelin," rang out his voice like a melodious tune, "I bear, through secret charms unknown to most, the power to summon forth all creatures dwelling beneath the sun—those that crawl, swim, fly, or race across the land. These are the creatures that oft bring harm upon you—the mole, the toad, the newt, and the serpent. People call me the Pied Piper. If I but free your town from its rat-borne scourge, shall you grant me a thousand guilders?"

"A thousand guilders? Secret charm?" laughed the crowd. "We'd sooner drink cow's urine than entertain the whims of a charlatan like thee! Why, you are clothed like the pagans of Weidehohl! We good Christians would never associate ourselves with infidels like thee!"

And so, the Pied Piper found himself slumbering upon the city's cobblestone streets, right before the doorstep of the humble orphanage. Unable to turn a blind eye, she fed him with the crusts of bread the children could not eat, and soup made of vegetable scraps.

He looked up at her, bewildered that one of the citizens who had rejected him would dare nourish him. "Dost thou not fear condemnation? To aid a stranger such as I?"

"Nonsense," came her swift reply, "before me, I see neither stranger, nor maverick, nor even one hailing from Weidehohl. In this moment, I behold but a fellow soul, a man who may succumb to the bitter cold if aid is not given."

Bringing the broth to his lips, the Pied Piper relished in its salty aroma. How could a denizen of Hamelin, known for their stern devotion to God's path, radiate such tender warmth? In what felt like but a heartbeat, the soup disappeared from his bowl. "Is... Is this the doctrine of thy Lord?"

She smiled as she took the bowl from him, "Indeed, it is the teaching of our Lord, who bids us to love one another as He loves us."

The Pied Piper could only chuckle and rake his fingers through his red hair, which twirled upwards in delicate curls at the base of his collarbone. "Throughout my long years upon this Earth, they have regarded me as but an exterminator, a mere tool to rid their towns of the earthly vermin. Never have I been graced by the presence of Mother Mary herself."

"Mother Mary? How does a pagan such as yourself know of her?" curiosity laced Y/N's voice as she sat down next to him. Inside the orphanage, the children, intrigued by the unusual encounter, giggled and vied for a view between their surrogate mother and the curious visitor.

The Piper bestowed upon her a subtle, enigmatic grin, and with a deft movement of his fingers, he began to play a soft, mesmerizing tune on his flute—a melody so enchanting that it seemed as if the very stars had descended to dance in the moonlit night.

The children, drawn by the enchanting music, abandoned their timid hideaways and gathered around the pair. Their eyes, wide with innocent wonder, bore witness to the magic of the Piper's tune—a melody that had never before graced their ears. For indeed, the orphans had never heard of the wonderous music before. It was unlike the solemn hymns of the church, rigid and controlled. Instead, it was a music that spoke of freedom, of joy, and liberation from the chains of the mundane.

Y/N couldn't help but feel that it danced on the edge of sin, but she could not deny the children their delight. She allowed them to dance and frolic, their laughter rising like the joyful laughter of forest spirits.

In the end, she never received an answer to her question.

With the passage of time, Y/N perceived a waning in the rat population, witnessed the orphans suffer less from the grip of disease, and felt her own health flourish in the absence of the rodents.

"Perhaps the Lord has graced me for extending sustenance to the Pied Piper?" she pondered, conversing with her fellow women during Sunday Mass.

"Hush, dear," came their swift rejoinder, "you were simply a fortunate soul. Our homes still teem with the pestilence of mice!"

"But consider this," Y/N beseeched, her voice laden with earnestness, "What if God sent this plague as a trial? A test of our kindness and charity, a challenge to alleviate the traveler's suffering, even if he be unconventional? If each working man were to bestow but one guilder upon the Piper, he would amass a bounty sufficient to lead the rats away from Hamelin!"

Her words did not go unheard by the mayor. Share his own coffers of wealth would he not. But pluck a thousand guilders from the working class to please the Piper—a fine deal indeed. After Mass, he called the Pied Piper to his office and told him of the proposal.

In response, the Piper laughed and shook his head, "Gentleman, the thousand guilders were but a jest. All I seek is a fine wife in exchange for my services."

The mayor's eyes lit up in delight. Now, he would not even need to part ways with his beloved coin! "Go forth, and choose an unmarried woman of your liking! Do anything that you must in order to kill the rats of Hamelin!"

On the morrow, the good folk of Hamelin awoke to a sight most peculiar. The Pied Piper, with his mop of hair burning red, led an army of rats away from the town, all the while playing a merry tune on his bone-carved flute. His garments billowed like swallows riding the breath of the wind, whilst the rats scurried at his feet, dancing with mania. They squeaked and chirped, running and tumbling in circles, over cobblestone roads, through the gates of Hamelin, over hills and meadows, until they reached the winding river Weser.

"Little rodents! Ye must be parched from your toil! Go, partake of the waters that the Lord Christ hath graciously provided!" sang the Piper, twirling around his own axis as he played the hypnotizing tune.

As if by some mystical command, the rats leaped into the river, one by one, and there, they met their watery fate.

"My, 'tis sorcery!" screeched the resident priest, clutching his cross in the palm of his gnarled hand. 

The mayor interjected, "But Reverend, thou must admit, the young lad hath cured us of this plight! And in return, all he seeks is a companion—a wife!"

The Pied Piper turned toward the crowd and bowed with theatrical elegance. The colors of his cloak simmered and contorted—one moment, a vibrant lemon yellow. The next—deep cerulean blue. Loud gasps of wonder and awe erupted from the crowd, who had formed a small comune along the river bank.

With a dazzling smile, the Pied Piper got down on one knee and raised his arms to the heavens, "Fair maiden, protector of the orphans, a soul akin to the benevolent Mary herself! Amongst the Christians of Hamelin, you alone treated me with the grace of human kindness. Would you do me the honor of becoming my cherished bride, despite the unfavorable reputation that taints my name among your townsfolk?"

Y/N froze and averted her gaze to the ground. Using the sleeve of her dress to conceal her face, she replied, "An outcast for an outcast, it seems. Piper, you have placed me in a most wretched predicament. I have dedicated my life in service to God and find myself an unwedded widow, a spinster by the world's judgment."

His expression darkened but was soon replaced by a charming smile. "Fair lady, I take it as a no?"

Unable to speak another word, the widow nodded, unable to reciprocate his smile. What use was there in accepting the hand of a man whose name remained a mystery to her? Besides, the priest would never officiate a marriage between a believing woman and an infidel. Even an infidel who saved Hamelin from certain ruin.

"Fear not. I had a lingering suspicion that such would be thy response."

Once more, he brought the bone-carved flute to his lips. But this time, the melody that poured forth carried an almost otherworldly quality, a tune that seemed to teeter on the brink of the supernatural.

The children, both orphans and those with families of their own, emerged from their homes, their gleeful laughter and exuberant cries resonating through the air like the unholy revelry of a wicked tarantella. Yet, as the music wove its spell, a sinister transformation overtook them. Their limbs elongated and stretched, contorting to grotesque proportions, as if every ounce of their humanity was being pulled apart by unseen hands.

The adults could not move a single muscle, it was as if their feet were planted firmly in the ground. Y/N herself was no exception, and she screamed and begged the Piper to stop this madness. But whenever she tried to take a step toward him, her legs were met with a gripping pain, searing through her body, mind, and soul. 

There was no doubt: The Piper wanted to see the Hamelians suffer. More specifically, Y/N.

Their movements grew wild and untamed, limbs flailing and twisting with a grotesque grace that defied the laws of nature. It was as though their bodies had become marionettes, but marionettes manipulated by a malevolent puppeteer, their movements driven by a dark and unholy force. They twirled and spun, their movements growing increasingly frenzied, entrapped in a wicked ritual that defied the doctrine of the Lord itself.

Laughter mixed with the cracking of bones as the children frolicked and pranced, following the Piper as he led them away from Hamelin. Together, they crossed the shimmering waters of the river Weser, traversed rolling hills, until they disappeared into the foreboding depths of the woods that led to Weidehohl. 

Y/N was the first to break out of the trance. With lightning-fast reflexes and a heart heavy with dread, she sprinted toward the looming woods that led to Weidehohl, her voice raised in a desperate cry. "Children! Come back! This is not the path ordained by the Lord!"

But her pleas fell upon deaf ears as the possessed children, their eyes vacant and their limbs contorted, followed the Piper deeper into the shadowy woods. Deeper into the woods she ran, the gnarled branches of ancient trees clawing at her as if trying to hold her back. She followed the trail of broken branches and twisted footprints, breadcrumbs of waning hope that stretched endlessly into the heart of the forest.

Finally, at the heart of the sinister forest, she stumbled upon the lame boy, his eyes wide with terror and confusion. His frail form quivered, unable to join in the manic dance of his peers. Y/N knelt beside him, murmuring prayers of protection and strength. "Where have they gone, dear child?"

"There..." the lame boy whispered, pointing to a clearing in the midst of the woods.

The widow told the boy to stay put and approached the clearing. To her surprise, the clearing appeared utterly ordinary, as if untouched by the dark enchantment that had gripped the children. Bewildered, she turned back to check on the lame boy, only to have her heart plummet to her very shoes. He had vanished without a trace.

Heart hammering in her chest, she ran through the woods, between the ancient trees, leaping over quaint forest streams. But the lame boy was nowhere to be found. Not even the wretched Piper or the remaining children.

A gloved hand grabbed hers. Y/N shrieked and begged to be released, but it only caused the grip to tighten. She blinked and the next thing she knew, she was in a forest village, surrounded by the children she had come to love oh-so-dearly. 

Overcome with relief, she ran forward and embraced the children, sobbing and wailing just like at her deceased husband's funeral. Through tear-filled eyes, she beheld a wondrous transformation of the world around her. Waters gushed and sparkled, fruit trees burst into bloom with an otherworldly splendor, and flowers unfurled in hues that defied earthly comparison. Sparrows radiated a brilliance surpassing that of peacocks, their plumage resplendent. Horses bore wings akin to eagles, and even the honeybees had shed their stingers.

"Welcome to Weidehohl!" announced the Piper, taking her hand once more. Ignoring her pleas for release, he dipped and twirled the maiden with practiced ease, his steps sure and confident. Whispering sweet nothings, he drew her close for a kiss, and his gloved fingers brushed away the tears that streamed down her face. They danced in graceful circles, surrounded by the mesmerizing melody of the birds and the bees, who serenaded them with joyful chirps and buzzing.

It was then that she noticed the transformed children, each playing a flute similar to the one that dangled from the Piper's neck. The tune that flowed from their instruments was all too familiar—a cherished church hymn reserved for weddings. Dread seized her heart as the realization settled in, and all she could do was weep as the Pied Piper kissed away her tears,

As she danced, a small piece of metal fell from within the man's garments and onto the forest floor.

A timepiece, engraved with a lovingly-crafted portrait of herself on their wedding day. But in place of her late husband now stood the Pied Piper.

[star-my]

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[duskoon]

Yandere!AlterEgo!Ashiya Dōman Short Blurb: Tw: Gn!reader, Yandere themes, Obsessive/Posessive behaviors, Manipulation, Desecration of the dead, Invasion of Privacy, Sadism, Implied one-sided infidelity, Caster of Limbo/Dōman is a warning himself. Taglist: @bluemoondust, since you liked my last ramble regarding my take on fate. Here is a blurb for one of my personal favorite servants in the game. He is so petty, yet such a multilayered character. I will probably write a hc’s for him soon after my other request.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who for some odd reason took a sudden interest on you. There’s something familiar and appealing about you, that he couldn’t put his fingers around it. Something that makes his spiritual core aches and coil at the sight of you.

An incessant need—an obsession, hunger, and a curse if you will— to know more about you, akin to that of a begruding spirit that refuses to move on until it satiate it’s vindication.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who drives you away from Chaldea in hopes of getting you alone. Using every trick and scheme in his book to lure you to him, like a pied piper. Instead of a magical pipe, it was a shikigami conjured in the image of your deceased loved ones.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who adores and drinks upon every expression that comes out of your visage like the finest of sake. The joy that adorns your face after saving a soul at death’s doorsteps, and the sheen of sweat as you pull through the toughest of battles with your servant alongside Mash and Fujimaru.

Yet, the most worth ravishing of all was the pain etching on the contour of your face and bleak eyes; As your world slowly fall asunder by his hands—be it directly or indirectly. It brings him the zenith of elation.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who can’t help himself but hijacks visit you in your dreams. The humble priest, as he calls himself, is far too curious about your inner workings. He wants to pick you apart piece by piece, like jigsaw.

To see the side that you fiercely hide away from the world, the most intimate and shameful part of you. Your own secret garden. His sharp green talons softly caressing your cheeks, as he observe you sleeping. Careless, to the beast’s in a man skin wandering freely in your mind.

Oh. How he wishes to sully you. To witness you become the thing that you have sworn to defeat. To see one of humanity’s saviors fall down to the depths of limbo. Where he awaits and welcomes them within his coldest embrace.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who is cackling vehemently; Going through your memories seething in green, as he sees an image of him of all people here.. Ha. Even in death, his most hated rival still mocks him. Yet… Why! Why! Why was he here?! You were supposed to be his and his alone for the taking.

His eyes grows darker like a sea of an endless abyss, while his smiles expands in madness showing the sharp fangs that laid beneath his faux friendly smile.

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who tries to rewrite your memories. To erase him and your allies from the necropolis of your mind, yet failing miserably. Your soul, mind, and heart was protected heavily by him that much he can infer. But… why?

⛦ Yandere!Ashiya Dōman who finally recognize for who you are, or rather were and why he latched onto you. It makes sense, now. Your essence were that of the beloved wife of Seimei. Ahh.. Fate.. What a cruel mistress, yet she brought you to him once again.

This time, however, he won’t fumble like he once did. You'll be his like you were meant to be, especially now that damned adversary of his is gone for good. Ahh.. You'll be singing his name like a mantra, even if he has to get persuasive and pacify you like he did back then.

“𝑵𝒏𝒏𝒏𝒏𝒏.. 𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆.. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒌’𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕..”

Footnotes:

• You could say a shikigami is the Japanese equivalent of a familiar, but that's my interpretation.

• The rival refers to Abe-no-Seimei, who bested him multidudes of times in onmyōdō. Which—oversimplification— caused Dōman to be exiled from the capital (Heian-kyō), hence the hatred.

• Secret garden: are essentially the person’s heart and desires. Usually—within Fate CCC— it is uncovered by others. In the case between a servant and their master, it’s purpose usually is to strengthen their bonds.

• Seeing how manipulative Dōman is, he would probably find a way through his darling’s garden. Which, ngl, is terrifying even more so if he wasn't contracted with his darling (not in a servant-master relationship with his darling, meaning he could not be restrained with command seals).

[irazai]

ᝰ paradise, the pied piper's tune. .ᐟ

• racer!zai

current fic

• Rockstar!chu

being worked on currently.

• accidentalfather! dazai x accidentalmother! reader

• Ada!zai (/pmboss!zai) x sculptor!reader

• dilf!zai

• yandere!beastzai x reader

• beastzai

• stalker!fyo x reader

• ada!zai x single mother!reader

• ghost!zai x reader

• dictator!zai x reader

● rockstar!zai

• pmzai x civilian/collegestudent!reader

• delinquent!chuuya x reader

• popular!dazai x reader

• king!chuuya x reader

• pmboss!chu x reader

• immortal!reader x dazai.

• buissnesswoman!reader x pm!dazai

• fakedating!au dazai x reader

• wife!reader x simp!husband (dazai/chuuya).

• rich!ranpo x daddyissue suffering reader.

• dazai x gov!reader

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Richard Hendricks (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: Cyberstalking, Psychological Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.

Platonic:

Richard has a habit of mistreating his friend and expecting unconditional loyalty nonetheless. He will lie to their face about his emotional state and work details but, at the same time, throw a fit as soon as he convinces himself that they are withholding information from him.

To be a friend of Richard Hendricks is to be made into the proverbial rubber duck every time he hits a snag in his coding, wherein he divulges the intricacies of his compression algorithm in a monologue that potentially lasts for hours. Whether these talks occur in the wee hours of the morning or not is irrelevant to him, as Richard spends many a sleepless night optimising his creation.

As he sees the rise of Hooli on the horizon, Richard becomes ever more protective of Pied Piper and ensures that his friend receives a generous standing in his company. He gives them more shares than their colleagues if they are an employee and a higher percentage of Pied Piper stock for less money if they are an investor.

In all cases, Richard tries to hide this from everyone else to avoid conflict until he is peer-pressured into telling the truth by a suspicious Dinesh and Gilfoyle, a greedy Erlich, or a curious Jared who assumes the discrepancy is an error. When caught, Richard scrounges for proof that his friend provides a unique service to the company and refuses to change his mind.

Among the fastest ways to throw Richard into a downward spiral is for his friend to quit Pied Piper and take a job or invest elsewhere in the tech industry. His foot will go through Erlich's door within minutes of the news, and a laptop will be hurled to the ground and stomped in a tantrum befitting a small child.

He chastises them for disloyalty, only to fall asleep on their doorstep so he can surprise them the next day with offers of a raise or more stock if they reconsider. Richard grows defensive and accusatory if his deal is rejected or met with anything less than immediate acceptance.

While Richard is not going to win a round of fisticuffs anytime soon, he cannot stop himself from belittling the entity that, in his eyes, stole his friend. His words are personal, awkwardly scathing, and born of the fear that his friend has found someone or something better than he is.

Romantic:

A steep learning curve for Richard to overcome is his tendency to flee, sometimes into a glass panel, and vomit into the nearest bin whenever his partner makes eye contact with him for longer than a few seconds. Richard worries that they are judging him and secretly hate him, and this anxiety causes him to blurt inappropriate compliments and insult the people around them.

It does not help that Richard prefers to go to his partner's home rather than have them visit the incubator, as Dinesh and especially Gilfoyle jump at the chance to reveal embarrassing secrets about Richard. He takes this as an attempt to sabotage the relationship and loses his cool, promising that he and his partner will rise above this pathetic effort to sow drama.

Richard himself plays a significant role in the very erosion of trust and respect that he claims will never happen. Anything his partner does that annoys him, such as using spaces instead of tabs for coding, is stewed over and mentioned in every disagreement, regardless of its relevancy or lack thereof to his newest grievance.

Even if his partner breaks up with him, Richard obsesses over what they have been doing since the separation. He stalks them on any social media they may have while simultaneously claiming to the guys that he is not obsessed, even though he does all of this on company time.

Richard looks for any reason to dislike his partner's new suitors and creates tension where none previously existed. He treats these people, for the most part, with outward politeness but voices endless complaints about their appearance and mannerisms once they are out of earshot.

The targets for these criticisms are often traits that Richard is insecure about in himself, and he believes that by drawing attention to the perceived shortcomings of others, he is minimising his flaws and validating his stance on how much of a washed-up impostor this person must be.

Jared walks into Richard's workspace one day to find the walls covered with whiteboards, which are drowning in equations for how much havoc he can wreak on his replacement's career in the shortest amount of time. Various swears accompany the numbers, so Jared stages an intervention after persuading Richard to put the marker down and start eating again.

He ultimately enables Richard for a while, albeit under protest, before he declares that Richard should either reconcile with his partner or move on. Erlich encourages the pursuit and frames it as Richard's first step towards becoming a man, while Gilfoyle and Jian-Yang shame Richard for being a needy loser with no game. Dinesh and Monica suggest Richard seek professional help, and Big Head merely remarks, “Sounds rough, man.”

[glaucouscherubim]

✧༺✦✮✦༻∞ Yanderes ∞༺✦✮✦༻✧

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ @glaucouscherubim ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊• Disclaimer: I do not support this behavior irl. If you are seeking help, please search your help hotline for domestic/relationship abuse. ......

Recently updated: Alabaster Murray [Hickston City Headlines]

Click on name for Intro, click on short desc for masterlist [Work in progress]

... ... {Series: ???}

[???]: [Corruption is power] [???]: [The pied piper] [???]: [The root of hatred] [???]: [See how I circle...] [???]: [I regret everything i did.] [???]: [If you marry a brother, your rich, son.] [???] : [Across my memories.....] [???] : [Flower, gleam and glow....]

{Series: Your mother's sweet perfume.}

[???]: [Have we met before?] [???]: [I bite at the hand that feeds me] [???]: [Mother's favorite perfume....] Harlan: [The strangest men.] [???]: [I once kissed this man.] [???]: [The newest bottle of perfume.] [???] : [Smells like smoke....]

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[???]: [You can't quite remember his name...] [???]: [Your boss is quite the father....] [???]: [You don't know if this house would be fine....] [???]: [Everyday is the same.]

{Series: Hickston City Headlines.}

[???]: [Hit the road, Jack] [???]: [Smooth operator....] [???]: [Love game] [???]: [Cannibal Animal] Dixon Murray: [ Fashion week] [???]: [I wanna ruin our friend ship... We should be lovers instead...] Alabaster Murray: [You're still on the phone just to hear me breath...] [???]: [ I've got vodka in my blood.] Darius: ["Johnny" I'll miss you!] [???]: [I wear woman's underwear]

{Series: Love's Questions}

[???]: [Change your name] [???]: [And change your mind] [???]: [And leave this fxcked up place behind] [???]: [But i'll know.] [???]: [I'll know....]

{Series: ???}

[???]: [Cotton Candy skies] [???]: [This is more than some sick love story] [???]: [You and me, you and me, forever...] [???]: [Blacken my Eye!] [???]: [I'll get done for something stupid like-] [???]: [-Disturbance of the peace.]

{Series:???}

[???]: [Eat your young] [???]: [Useless children...]

{Series:???}

[???]: [Me and my husband, We're doing better....] [???]: [Needed some air so i slept on the outside.] [???]: [Places, Places, get in your places.] [???]: [He's still dead when you're done with the bottle.]

{Series:???}

Roxanne-Rose Paris: [Hurl, hurl, hurl, on Sorority Girls.] [???]: [Spew, Spew, Spew, on Fraternity dudes.] [???]: [I can hang with the dudes, get pretty with the girls] Damian Paris: [I'm just Ken]

[ranminfan]

Hello,I was wondering...what are your thoughts on Pied Piper being a..yandere?..like how would that work and what caused him to be that way?

I don't know much about yandere, but I'm not shy around something similar.

I imagine there'd be a lot of angst though.

[hongjoongscafe]

WATTPAD YANDWRE YES PLS

Here you go🤭

Lovesick husband by @/jeon_notfound

Pied piper by @/milfaari (it's a studentxteacher)

Psycho by @/moonchiiild_ (this is NOT a Yandere fiction. But boi does it hits the spot. The reader has a personality disorder and the whole story is just so perfect. The ending is so sooooo beautiful. I can't 😭) I would say you should read it right away.

Orange deficiency by @/ooftaegguk (I have not read it yet. I've only read one chapter. It's more on the obsessive side.)

I'll link more when I read some more.💓

[cursedfallingmoon]

Are you into japanese drama cds? There’s a series called grimm-gai no ouji-sama and there’s six volumes of yandere x listener: gb cinderella, gb red riding hood, gb gretel, gb sleeping beauty, the pied piper and hansel. I listened to it on YouTube, the channel Rua Sasayaki has translated all of it :)

I am not but I'll check it out!!

This makes me think of a new oc series I want to start that have to do with fairy tales and my own spin on them!!

[alannybunnue]

bae i think i finally got the lore and legend down for reader's bethroed, all im missing is his name but i am infamously shit at naming things 💀

the guy is 2/3rds divine; born in the early stages of the Age of Heroes. he's like a nephew-many-times-removed of the drowned god from his Mother's side and his father is one of the Old Gods. The god of the earth, forests and livestock to be precise. He lived an unremarkable existence for a godling, because while everyone else was collecting heroic feats left and right, he was staying in forests playing his flute and composing poetry. Yeah, he was a bit of a soft boi. Big emphasis on was. His favourite spot for doing his thing was a nice glade— it's usually peaceful but unfortunately a little something happened.

see; his dad and the Storm God aren't really fond of each other and would insult each other on the regular. subtly, of course. But one day, his dad took their usual banter a bit too far and the Storm God got really pissed. And because the Bitch himself got pissed, he told the gatekeeper of the underworld (whoever that is) that Forest Daddy was spreading some humiliating rumours about him. So Gatekeepers lets a few hellhounds out and tells them to specifically target forests and livestock and it doesn't take long for the demon dogs to reach Our Guy's favourite hang-out spot.

he doesn't know any of this happened btw, he's just pissed st the hell hounds. So he pulls a Pied Piper and leads the hellhounds away with his trusty flute and a cheery little song. The rest of his day goes on without a hitch but the hellhounds show up again the next day, and the next, and the next. He does the same thing everyday too, the Pied Piper thing but he gets sick of it pretty quickly so he just switches hang-out spots. The new hang-out spot is Reader's favourite beach at the time and that's how they meet actually. Unlike everyone else though, he doesn't turn Yandere instantly because he just wants a peaceful place to hang out.

[ALSO— We don't really know WHEN Demigod!Reader was born, but the Age of Heroes was when Westeros was at it's peak of magic so let's say she was born a few years after her bethroed.]

Reader and her not-yet Bethroed try to coexist for a while but c'mon. They're both spoiled Godlings who are young and impulsive and definitely haven't been properly socialised by their parents. doesn't take long until they're at each other's throats yelling and insulting each other.

[her Bethroed: GO FUCK YOUSELF SEAWEED BRAIN, THIS BEACH IS MINE!

Demigod!Reader: NO, YOU FUCK OFF MUSIC MAN YOU'RE PLAYING ISN'T EVEN THAT GOOD!!]

it's like watching two nerds fight each other (because it is) and Our Guy leaves after like, a week because he got so sick of Reader. So now he's more pissed than before and he's coming back to his glade with a sword and a dream. A dream to fucking kill these hellhounds and have him his spot back. He kills them pretty easily but what he didn't know was that these hell hounds were the Gatekeeper's precious pets. So Storm God — seeking to piss off Forest Daddy some more — tells the Gatekeeper to just, throw our boy in the underworld. The Gatekeeper might be a god but he's still a dog parent at heart so he does and let me tell you. Our Boy is a soft boy no longer after that. Him getting thrown in the underworld is actually when the people stop recording him in the Age of heroes. It's one of those "but one day he'll return to seek vengeance and bring about the apocalypse" endings. Also his several centuries in the underworld like changes him, when he returns it's like he's a completely different person.

*devilish narrator voice* having gone through dangers and traumas unspoken, our poor music man is a good boi no longer. what was once just a soft boi looking for peace and a place to play his flute is now a certified asshole who wants to make life as hard and miserable for those who have wronged him. *devilish narrator voice stops* also now he's just a dick to everyone, he picked up a few habits from the demons in hell. Everyone in Hell is a thief and he got like all his shit stolen once including his favourite flute — he beat the shit out of a lot of people to get it back but hell/the underworld gave him a lot of trust issues (brought to you by demons) and possessiveness over his belongings (brought to you by demons). I like to think Our Guy returns during Game of Thrones era, but he could return at any era you want. Also he wasn't really Papa Drowned God's first choice as reader's husband but uh let's see:

- wants to fuck up the Storm God's shit

- is strong enough to literally walk out of hell

- will go through great lengths to get back what's his and doesn't like anything being stolen from him

- good looking enough to maybe look good in a wedding picture with reader

yeah, he fits. His time in hell didn't just turn him into an asshole barbarian btw, he's still his old self except more matrue, with more trauma, and more bitchiness. Reader also matured since the Age of Heroes. She's not so antagonistic towards people trespassing on her beaches anymore (miracle how that is) and is way more compassionate. They still banter though. Also Forest Daddy approves of this match because he and the Drowned God are besties now. They're both enemies of the Storm Bitch and have had their children wronged by him in the past so "YEAAHHHH FUCK HIM LET'S JOIN OUR BLOODLINES!!"

[additionally Reader and her Bethroed banter:

Reader: boo! go to hell you tone-deaf bitch!

her Bethroed: where do you think i came from you fucking squid]

if you wanna make some edits to him or his lore go ahead, but all we're really missing is his name. Also he's definitely a reluctant yandere; like he loathes you but god, if someone does anything you he's putting them in the grave. his obsession develops over time. This is longer than it should've been for someone who's just "Yandere Demigod Westerosi Pied Piper from Hell" 😭 i feel like it's not good enough somehow 😭😭

I am in love (You fucking squid 🤣)

But let me make some details clear first before i make a scenario based on this:

For now, i am calling this boy Rhyeyr, why? Because yes

Also, i only have an idea for his appearance for after he came back for the Underworld. It's something like the Curupira, a deity from Brazilian Folklore,

Secondly, the Demigoddess personality and how it will affect their relationship: She was indeed born in the Age of Heroes and was raised by the Ironborn way before Aegon conquered Westeros, so they still dealt with things in the Old ways, which made her into a proud and willful girl. But her years in the sea made her a bit spoiled, not enough to become entitled though. She may loves her beach, but also adores company, so the idea she would want Rhyeyr to leave doesn't seem too right.

So to me, they wouldn't have much of a rocky relationship in the beginning, only when Rhyeyr returned from the Underworld and turned into a dick, because then the Reader would already be wary of others, and the change of demeanor on Rhyeyr would scare her a bit, resulting in her acting on self defense.

So for this scenario, he will return in the Era of Robert's rebellion, cuz that could be the reason why my girl went to the Land in the first place, cuz she refused to marry this rascal.

But once she was taken by Aerys and having to deal with this war between Robert and Rhaegar, she was in despair wanting to go back.

->

She saw him as a friend

Once a long time ago

But this friend was dragged underground as she was taken away by everyone she knew. Years of warfare in her name deteriorated her mental state and killed her trust in others.

She only felt peace at home, the Iron Islands and the seas. But that wasn't the case for father, to him, she would never be safe, she needed someone to protect her other than himself.

He heard from his old friend that his son returned from his incarceration and proposed for them to marry their children. The Drowned God immediately accepted.

The little princess was finally meeting her old friend once again, but as soon as they arrived to meet the boy, she immediately knew that he changed.

His demeanor wasn't the sweet soft and proud one from before, he was unnecessarily rude and she could feel his annoyance towards her. She couldn't stay there.

She left disappointed and refusing to marry that man.

But her actions have consequences, and now she is trapped in that same castle from many centuries that terrorized her.

She, in her despair to leave, started pleading to the other gods, in her prayer, she thought of him, Rhyeyr, her betrothed and old friend.

And she called him.

Feeling the wind wash over her, as some sort of comfort, she looked. Behind her, there he was.

"You came"

"...You called"

[nunchiimagines]

Pied Piper: 4

— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?

— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader

— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au

— Status: On Going

— Warnings: erotic thoughts, indirect verbal sexual harassment, fluff, killing intent, lying, (somewhat) degrading thoughts

— Word Count: 6.0k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Chapter 4 is finally here!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!! HAPPY HOPE DAY AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Lol, this is super duper late but it’s here, revised, and finished!!

Please enjoy!!

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The 7 young men crowded around the 3rd floor communal lounge area once again after they got back from visiting the elder witch. Her words were enlightening to say the least, but it was nothing they hadn’t expected. According to her, you were unmistakably their soulmate. Their reactions to you, your response back, the continual serendipitous encounters with each and every one of them; this was all in response to the universe aligning you all to your final reunion.

The confirmation made all their hearts soar with excitement, the fluttery feelings of butterflies tickling their stomachs with joy. However, the euphoric feeling was cut short thanks to the additional warnings stated by the elder witch. They weren’t particularly fond of what she had said, having not suspected it, yet, at the same time, not being as surprised by it either.

She had unfortunately admitted that there is a possibility that you can reject your soul bond with them, the thought of that hurting them more than they cared to admit. Humans are not as receptive to soul mates as they once were, the concept being a rare and dying ideal to them. Due to that, it has affected your share of the bond immensely, the lack of practice muting your cognitive awareness to the feelings you share with them. She did say that your violent response to being touched by Namjoon and Yoongi was more than enough of a good sign that you do feel something, however, the fact still remains you could still just as easily reject them all in the end.

That worried them all greatly, unsure of the appropriate steps to take from their given point. She made it quite clear that forcing the bond will inevitably cause more harm than anything else, the possibility of you succumbing to fear or even hatred towards them being a natural response. It was also important to keep in mind that they are demons, a characteristic humans deem both frightening yet unrealistic. Alternatively, restraining their urges too much and too frequently will definitely put them all in immense pain from lack of the fulfilled bond. To help avoid all these worse case scenarios, she suggested subtle courting tactics. Maintaining patience is key to this process, hoping to ease your senses back into the flow of the shared bond over time. Basically, she wants them to help you rekindle the hidden bond you all share. And now, they are gathered to figure out how to do just that.

“We’ll just have to find ways to spend time with her individually. Maybe even in small groups?” Hoseok suggested questioningly.

“That seems easier said than done. How are we supposed to do that without it seeming overbearing or suspicious? Not to mention her work schedule fluctuates like crazy.” Jungkook asked with hints of irritation.

“We’ll spread out our days spent together. We certainly don’t want to overwhelm her. It’s also important to allow her to have personal downtime. Try to plan the days and activities far enough apart and make it seem like a casual suggestion when bringing it up to her.” Seokjin added.

“I agree. She’s very sensitive and naive to the ideas of dating. If it becomes too much for her she might pull away from us. In addition, we need to be attentive to what she says or does, keeping her schedule in mind as much as possible.” Namjoon pointed out.

“She definitely has a social battery. Seems more like a homebody than anything else. Casual dates might be best.” Yoongi lightly chuckled, thinking back on some past conversations you two had.

“I like that idea. Casual dates can definitely make it easier to be more…intimate and personal when alone. She may even drop her guard down and be open with us too.” Taehyung said with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Don’t make it sound so perverted. Remember, we need to take it slow.” Jimin lightly chastised, chuckling knowingly at him.

They all threw out numerous suggestions, ideas, and opinions as they continued the layout of their plan. They were going to do everything in their power to make it as appropriate and successful as possible for the next couple of weeks.

KIM NAMJOON & MIN YOONGI & JUNG HOSEOK

It had already been over 2 months since your arrival into Korea, as well as your unforeseen yet welcoming friendship with the 7 brothers who lived on your apartment floor. It was like reuniting with old friends, melding into their comfort and charm with great ease. You truly weren’t sure how or why it was so quick for you but you didn’t bother to really question it. If anything, you wanted to selfishly indulge in their presence when possible, unsure of how much longer you’d be blessed with their company. Speaking of, the universe must be favoring you today as you were currently getting ready for a sudden outing with none other than Namjoon and Yoongi.

You were so excited, rummaging through your entire dresser for something to wear. You couldn’t decide, too afraid of either overdressing or underdressing. On one hand you wanted to look cute but on the other hand you wanted to be casual. So you settled on something that was the perfect combination of both. When you were officially done getting yourself ready, you nervously walked out of the room down to the main floor waiting area. Though you hadn’t seen either Namjoon or Yoongi just yet, you did see their grandmother, Mrs. Bom.

“Ahhh~, you look so pretty (Y/N)!! Where are you heading off to this fine morning?” she asked with much anticipation in her voice.

You felt the warmth reach your cheeks as you shyly thanked her for her compliment.

“I’m going to the Starfield COEX Mall. Namjoon and Yoongi invited me to go with them. I had never been and wanted to take advantage of my recent payday to buy some souvenirs or clothes. Ahhh~ I’m so excited!” you admitted happily, a giggle escaping your lips.

“I just hope I can be of good company though.” you added sheepishly.

You had become quite comfortable with speaking to Mrs. Bom as of late, sharing a little bit of your more personal self with her. She never judged or pried too far into what you were willing to admit and you were very grateful for that.

Mrs. Bom held a look of surprise and slight confusion. She cocked her head and began speaking.

“What do you mean?

“Well, I don’t talk much and due to that I’ve had people, more than I cared to admit, assume that I was bored being around them. I started thinking that I was doing something wrong because I was invited less and less to hang out with people over the years. I tried really hard to change but that started to feel tiring. It didn’t feel like me and I was no longer looking forward to the invites I eventually never received anyway. Kinda funny how that worked out. Anyway, I like spending time with others, I’m just really quiet. As long as people can accept that, then I think it’ll be fine.” you explained with a slight smile.

“But…” you added suddenly with hesitation.

“I really don’t want to screw this up. Not with Namjoon. And not with Yoongi. They’ve all been so kind and patient with me. I guess I’m just a little worried about the outcome…if that makes sense.”

Mrs. Bom studied your flustered features and shy demeanor for a brief moment. You didn’t seem to be looking for pity or intentionally downing yourself. It didn’t even seem like you were upset about what had happened in the past. It was almost as if you accepted it and had every intention of moving forward. But you were clearly still so scared of messing up. Oh if only you knew how much her grandson’s fawn over you! Your concerns are almost laughable, yet, she understood. She walked up to you with a sweet smile and gently took your hands into hers. This caused you to look at her, watching with curiosity as she began to speak.

“I’m glad you realized that you didn’t have to change. Because my dear, there was nothing ever wrong with you to begin with. Those simple minded people didn’t know how to handle a complex soul like yours and if anything you dodged a bullet! But let me tell you this. Namjoon would never jump to conclusions, would never abandon you, would never do this if he wasn’t certain that he’d enjoy your company. Then there’s my little Yoongi. He is so gentle, patient, and understanding! You’d have to do and be so awful to make him not like you. There is nothing for you to fear or worry over, just be yourself. That’s all that’s being asked of you. That’s all those boys truly want.”

Her words made your heart flutter. They were encouraging, more so than you had anticipated, but your mind couldn’t help but focus on the last thing she mentioned. Was there a double meaning behind her words? It was far too vague to confirm but suspicious enough to make you wonder…to make you hope. A deepening warmth crept upon your cheeks at what she said regardless of the intent, happy to have your spirits lifted after the nagging thoughts were eating away at you all night.

“Thank you, Ms. Bom. I truly mean that with every fiber of my being.” you said with as much sincerity you could muster.

“Of course dear.”

In that moment, unbeknownst to either of you, two figures approached you both. When you finally felt their presence you turned instinctively to look up. That was when you were met with both Namjoon and Yoongi. If only it was as simple as that though.

Both sported a fit that accented their build rather nicely. Each had an attractive casual outfit tailored to their individual tastes. Namjoon’s was more earthy tones with browns and whites and Yoongi’s was more dark, borderline black and grays. Despite the various ways their clothing lay on their body, you couldn’t help but to notice the obvious effects their weight lifting had on their neck, shoulders, arms, and chest.

It was hard not to linger your eyes over their bodies but you forced yourself from prying any longer than you already had, too afraid of coming across as a pervert or creep. Ms. Bom quickly picked up on how hard it was for you and held in a giggle. However, what was even more comical was how desperate the guys looked when their eyes laid on you. It was so painfully obvious it agitated the very core of Ms. Bom. Oh how she wished you’d guys become lovers already so the sexual tension in the air would become less suffocating.

“You look beautiful.” Namjoon said bluntly without thinking.

Your eyes widened in shock, your brain trying to process his words. Ms. Bom seemed impressed by his boldness but he, himself, turned as red as a tomato. Yoongi, being the good hyung as always, butted in quickly to alleviate the rapid shot of awkwardness now present.

“I agree with Namjoon. Are you ready to go? It’s going to be a pretty busy day today but we don’t need to rush it. We have plenty of days to explore the entirety of the mall.” Yoongi said, trying to change the subject.

“I-I…uh yeah! I’m really excited and can’t wait to look around! And I appreciate that Yoongi. I can get tired pretty easily”

“T-That's not a problem! We don’t want to overwhelm you! But if you’re all ready, we can head off. See you later this evening, Halmoni (grandmother)! We'll make sure to bring back some of the bread you like on our way home.” Namjoon stated, trying to calm his nerves down.

Ms. Bom approached Namjoon and placed a hand on his cheek. After a quick second, he looked at her gratefully, almost as if unspoken words were shared in that brief moment. The interaction fascinated you, almost like she had calmed him down a bit. Having observed the interaction, a nice warmth blanketed your heart. It was really nice to see actually. You felt a tug at your wrist pulling you from your thoughts. Turning slightly, you see Yoongi close to you with a gentle smile on his lips. His eyes were warm and kind, mesmerizing even. Have they always looked that beautiful?

“Ready?” he asked once more, pulling you from your new set of thoughts.

“Y-Yeah. I am!”

The entire adventure was actually much more fun and fascinating than you had expected. The library was huge and held so many books in it. Not to mention the aquarium and the packed movie theater. It was such an interesting concept, something you had never seen before back in your hometown. You quickly understood why this mall was so popular and kinda wanted to come with everyone next time.

As you continued, you all approached a cute little clothing outlet the further you walked. It caught your eye because it was size friendly and promoted itself on the inclusivity of clothing for bigger, thicker, and curvier individuals. Naturally, that caught your attention and you really wanted to go into the store. Namjoon and Yoongi saw how excited you got and made no qualms in exploring. In fact, Namjoon was curious himself at the bigger sizes in the mens section, given how toned he's gotten over the recent months.

“What do you think of this?” you asked excitedly, pulling the blouse up to your upper half.

Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle and Yoongi smiled fondly at you. You were like a little kid, fascinated by so much of the clothing so far.

“The shirt is nice but won’t your shoulders be too exposed? Are you okay with that?” Yoongi asked without thinking.

Namjoon cut him a knowing look. Yoongi by no means would tell you what to and what not to wear. But as someone who has strong feelings for you and doesn’t want other guys to flirt with you, he couldn’t help asking the question out of concern. He knew he may have crossed the line so he forced himself to bite his tongue. Luckily, you rolled with his bluntness and hummed in thought taking in what he said into consideration.

“You know, now that I think about it, you have a point. It’s cute but I don’t think it would be very appropriate for work. Maybe we can find something else!” you cheerfully stated.

Namjoon and Yoongi stiffened in slight irritation at the mentioning of your work. Your boss made their blood boil, especially after the conversation they had with Jin. With how perverted that man is, the thought of him oggiling you made their blood run cold. You took notice of their stiff appearance and gave a look of concern.

“Are you guys…alright? Is something wrong? We can head out if you’d like?” you asked with slight worry, concerned you were taking too long in the store.

They both quickly snapped out of it, instantly squashing the darkening gazes in their eyes. When you approved of their insistent claims that all was good, you smiled and went back to skimming the clothing rack. They gave each other scrupulous looks, sighing heavily in relief at yet another close call as you wandered further away.

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, his own social battery draining rather quickly at this point. Namjoon wasn’t any better, also feeling exhausted from the random surge of various emotions throughout the day so far. At least they had you by their side. Being able to see your smile, the excitement in your eyes, and the way you felt so comfortable around them was worth it. For you they’d do just about anything. However, they'd have to admit that it would be nice to no longer have their emotional and physical energy tested like this.

As Namjoon and Yoongi were recomposing themselves, something caught the elder’s eye. It was a small display of various jewelry. Many of the trinkets were fairly pretty, some a little pricey too. But Yoongi got stuck on one particular one. Namjoon had taken quick notice of Yoongi's changed behavior and waltzed over to him to observe the same display. Picking up the small metal in his hand, the two observed it’s beauty with a sentimental fondness.

“What are the odds…something so similar could be available to purchase?” Namjoon asked, astonished.

“It’s a bit different from what we gave her all those years ago, but it truly is almost identical to our pendant.” Yoongi said warmly.

The two made the conscious decision to purchase and give it to you as a gift. Maybe all their mental constraints will have been worth the effort if it meant seeing that smiling face of yours. Maybe the mental testing really is over!

“How about this (Y/N)? This looks beautiful against your skin tone. Not to mention the way it fits your figure!” a sudden male voice announced.

Unfortunately, those hopes were promptly short lived.

“Oh! Do you think so? I do love this color actually! Thanks so much Jiwoo! I'll go and try it on real quick!” you expressed joyously.

Jiwoo? Who the fuck was Jiwoo? Namjoon had to hastily quell the rising signs of jealousy. For god’s sake he didn’t even know what this man looked like. All he knew was that it was an invasive male near you and he didn’t like it. There was no need to even make contact with Yoongi, the two young men using their keen hearing to follow where your voice amplified last. When they reached your location, they hadn’t realized their threatening looks and ice cold aura. Their eyes were even on the brink of turning crimson, feelings on a threatening level coursing through their veins. How odd given this only ever happened when a true enemy vile to the bone was in their vicinity. But to their surprise stood a very handsome, very kind looking young man.

Jiwoo was your typical mold of conventional attractiveness, especially by Korean standards. Tall, broad shoulders, pale clear skin, well fit with a charming persona to boot. He was not only the image of an idol or actor, but he was exceedingly smart and very good at what he does too. Ariel always spoke about how attractive Jiwoo is and how almost all the women at your company flock to him like lost sheep. This, of course, is not without the distaste of the other males, particularly your boss. But most of them sucked up to him due to his pharmaceutical company investing so much into your design one.

The other thing Ariel never failed to point out was how obvious Jiwoo was attracted to you. You never could see it yourself, his flirtatious advances came across as friendly gestures. She found that adorable about you but feared this would prevent you from having any romantic opportunities. Too bad it wasn’t all in Ariel’s mind like you had thought because both Namjoon and Yoongi could tell right away; Jiwoo was not just some coworker, he had a motive.

“Oh! Hello there. Can I help you with something?” Jiwoo asked inadvertently.

Namjoon and Yoongi quickly adjusted their aggressive image but held a skeptical and observing attitude towards Jiwoo. Why wasn’t he frightened? He didn’t even flinch. Hardcore mafia members typically break a sweat if any of them showed such aggression. So why wasn’t he even bothered? They didn’t like this. They didn’t like him. Why did he get under their skin so badly?! What the hell was going on?!?!

Namjoon made the first move. This surprised Jiwoo and his sudden shock did not bypass Yoongi’s eyes.

“My name is Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you.”

Jiwoo blinked several times before a kind smile appeared.

“It’s nice to meet you too Namjoon! The name’s Jiwoo.”

He shifted his gaze to Yoongi, waiting for him to answer.

“Yoongi.”

“Cool! So Namjoon. Yoongi. What can I do for you?” he asked innocently.

“We were actually looking for someone. We heard her voice and came over here to meet back up. Wouldn’t happen to have seen her, would you? She wouldn’t be hard to miss.” Namjoon explained, trying to maintain a leveled tone.

“Hmmm~ Oh! You mean the short, curvy, foreign girl? The pretty one with sunkissed skin? Are you guys friends of (Y/N)?”

Jiwoo’s description was so casual that it was irking them both with how friendly his tone was as he spoke about you. But they had to reel it in, already displaying too much zeal for wanting to physically destroy him out of annoyance. Even though they had no real reason as to why.

“That’s the one! And yes, we’re friends of hers.” Namjoon continued, poking his tongue against his inner cheek.

“Oh awesome! I’m a coworker of hers! We’ve been doing a collaborative project between our two companies. She’s an amazing person and so talented! She’s saved my ass more times than I can count and she’s always there when I need her! If I’m being honest, she’d make the perfect girlfriend.”

“Ah~ That’s good to hear! I’m glad she has someone watching over her there. I think we can both personally attest to your descriptions of her too.”

Namjoon didn’t take his last statement too seriously, also agreeing heavily with Jiwoo’s thoughts. Maybe they overreacted. Jiwoo didn’t seem too bad. He came off as kind and reliable. The way they heard you interact with him, you seemed to be on good terms with one another.

“Hey, can I ask you something? Are either of you dating her?” Jiwoo bluntly asked out of the blue.

The two men were taken aback by the sudden question, briefly looking at one another before Namjoon spoke up first.

“Uh, no we’re not.”

A sickening feeling shot through Namjoon’s stomach at that moment. He couldn’t pinpoint why but he didn’t like where this was going. For Yoongi, he began to glare at Jiwoo with a look fueled by hatred, aware of exactly what was coming next.

“That’s good. I was kinda afraid I lost my chance! Someone like (Y/N) is too kind, too gentle, so soft and…so damn submissive. I wonder how she'd be in bed, squealing and squirming beneath me? Oh how the thought alone is arousing. But she’s so oblivious sometimes! It’s like I’m the one chasing her! I usually have people lining up out the door handing me applications on any given day! Hahahaha and then there’s her! She won’t even give me the time of day. Ahhh~ it’s so exhilarating!”

What? What the actual fuck!? It took a minute for that to register. To truly digest the words he had spoken. Did he really just say that? So plainly, so bluntly, so casually?? It was unexpected, vulgar, and disgusting. What the hell was wrong with this guy?  Yoongi reacted immediately, all the calm and collectedness he’s known for died in that very moment. He may have been shorter than Jiwoo but that did not stop him from gripping his shirt collar and tugging the man towards him.

“What the hell did you just say?” he growled.

Namjoon stood by, eyes darkened and blotched with a crimson red. There was no hiding it this time and he had no intention of doing so either. But Jiwoo just stood there, face slightly surprised with eyes deeply unmoved. What was with this guy?

“What? You’re gonna tell me neither of you thought of those things. A fine piece of ass like that and you’re just going to stand on the sidelines. There’s not many girls like that, especially ones with her character. Tell me, what did I say that wasn’t true?”

His whole character practically changed. A sudden shift, a 180, an unexpected and unforeseen coldness enveloped inside Jiwoo’s eyes. He held no fear, no remorse, no doubt. He was far from normal.

“You sick fu-”

“Just kidding~!” Jiwoo laughed loudly.

They both observed him closely, astounded by his switch of nature once more. It was like he went back to the person they initially were introduced to. A person who seemed kind and somewhat reliable.

“Namjoon! Yoongi!”

You broke them both from their thoughts, their attention instantly befalling your figure. They weren’t the only ones, Jiwoo followed suit instantly. You sported a long sleeve, cold shoulder, button up blouse in a color that perfectly accented against your skin tone. It accentuated your upper half perfectly, allowing your assets to showcase in a classy fashion yet with undertones of a sexy appeal. It wasn’t too much and nice enough to wear to work as well. It allowed you to have exposed skin without receiving judgment from prying eyes.

You began to feel somewhat self conscious with all the prying eyes, unsure of why they all got so quiet when you could've sworn you heard conversation outside the changing room. Jiwoo was just a bit quicker on the uptake, taking advantage of how obviously smitten the other two were by your appearance.

“I told you it would be a good fit for you!” he stated proudly.

“You think so?” you asked sheepishly.

“Absolutely! What do you two think?” Jiwoo suddenly questioned.

He intentionally wrapped his arm around your waist, placing a loose yet firm grip on your hip. He held you somewhat close to his side and displayed an easily identifiable devious smirk on his handsome face. Namjoon was dangerously close to losing it and Yoongi wasn’t far from behind. But they both knew what kind of game Jiwoo was playing at and felt it appropriate to entertain the man.

Namjoon did not respond. Instead, he approached you both with a gentle and kind smile. Your heartbeat raced and your cheeks felt flushed upon seeing such a handsome display of features. He confidently reached out his hand for you to grab, which you quickly and happily complied upon Jiwoo’s surprise. Within that fraction of a second, the two men shot each other a look of vexation, Jiwoo not hiding his obvious disdain for the scene unfolding before him. Namjoon whisked you away towards Yoongi, who stood by with something shiny in his hand. You didn’t realize it at first, waiting patiently to hear their thoughts on your outfit.

“I think it goes without saying that you always have and always will look beautiful, no matter what you wear. And this truly does fit you perfectly.” Namjoon started off.

“And even though you look amazing, as always, there’s something Namjoon and I found that we think you might really like especially.” Yoongi added on.

The shiny object in his hands was a pretty hair clip, one adorned with gorgeous looking jewels, a butterfly figure, flowers and music notes. You had mentioned to them all of your vast fondness for butterflies and flowers, believing that you had a strong spiritual connection with both living things. You loved and adored music, admitting your great admiration and respect for the invisible work of art. But it was what came next that took them by surprise.

“This is beautiful, Yoongi. All the intricate details and craftsmanship only make it that much more special. But I think what I love about it above all else is that It’s like a representation of the 8 of us!” you said allowed, without thinking.

“You guys are the music that allows my flowers to flourish and what gives my wings flight to survive.”

The three men froze, Namjoon and Yoongi in particular, taken aback by your words. You held such an adoring look as you gazed lovingly at the little pendant clip. There was no mistake that you held a deep tenderness for the object in hand, completely disregarding the outfit you were currently adorning. You looked up at the two men before you with an oddly sentimental look. It was warm, gentle, and so painfully familiar. It was like in that moment, for a brief second, you were completely and entirely aligned with one another and it was almost like you had retained all the memories of your past love.

Yoongi felt like he was going to cry. His heart hurt, aching desperately for you. It was a sudden rush of unforeseen emotions engulfing his very being. He couldn’t describe it even if he wanted to. Namjoon was no different, a soft yet sad moonstruck appearance beholding his sharp features. Witnessing their expressions made you want to cry as well, even if you didn’t fully understand what was happening. It hit you just as suddenly as it hit them.

Jiwoo observed intently, taking detailed note of the scene before him. He was far from giving up on making you his, but he realized quickly that he was going to have to try a helluva lot harder than what he’s doing now. These two were stepping dangerously close on his ideals and he didn’t like that. Many questions plagued his thoughts, a maniacal amount of actions began mapping out in his head to come out victorious. However, he was completely void of the deepening and darkening scowl forming on his face, as well as the lingering figure who was bearing witness to it all.

“You okay there buddy?” a chipper male voice asked suddenly.

Jiwoo froze, not daring to look back at the new man standing near him. He took that moment to calm his nerves, quelling the rising irritation that people were ingraining into him. He couldn’t falter over something so stupidly petty. Not in front of a liability. It didn’t help that he didn’t even feel this guy’s presence approaching him. He needed to get himself together.

“Yes! I’m perfectly fine! Hahahaha, just felt a little woozy is all! No cause for concern.”

Jiwoo altered his scowl to the original kind and gentle look he displayed when he first met Namjoon and Yoongi. The irritation didn’t go unnoticed but he did a pretty good job at hiding it from the untrained eye of a random stranger. Too bad he wasn’t dealing with some random stranger. No, instead he was met face to face with none other than Jung Hoseok. And he beheld a look that did not match his concerned voice. This frightened Jiwoo.

“Hobi?” you suddenly questioned, the weird euphoric feeling finally dissipating.

Hoseok’s scrutinizing gaze lingered over Jiwoo a bit longer before permanently turning his attention to you. His face did a complete 180 when he beamed up at you, a charming and delighted look adorning his features as he happily spread his arms and engulfed you in a hug.

Jiwoo hadn’t realized that his breath was hitched, softly gasping for air at the slow fade of tension. Who in the hell were these three? Jiwoo wasn’t an idiot. He had noticed the identifiable hatred Yoongi and Namjoon had for him upon first glance. Though, at the time, it wasn't warranted, he figured it was jealousy. He enjoyed making other men jealous, especially those infatuated with a person he finds attractive. Which is why he said what he said about you shortly after he realized the two put their guard down. But he wasn’t so dense as to not notice that deep crimson glow the two men held in their eyes. Not to mention the brute strength Yoongi had when he gripped his collar. That was pure, unfiltered killing intent unlike any he’s ever bared witness to.

Jiwoo was good at keeping a straight face and downplaying his feelings. It’s how he’s survived this long. Seeing Hosoek ignited a fear in him he hadn’t felt in a very long time, one that pleaded with him to just walk away and never turn back, invigorated him. But he couldn’t turn back now. His pride wouldn’t let him. He knew there was something more going on here. With you. With them. It was all very intriguing and fueled his provocative desires for you even more. He observed a bit longer at how obviously elated you were being surrounded by these three men. Watched how your cheeks flushed, how your smile widened, how your eyes sparkled, and how obviously attracted you were to them. He needed to learn more, but now was not the time.

Instead, Jiwoo boldly approached you, catching the attention of the provoked glares of Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. You, being a little too oblivious, focused your attention on Jiwoo for a brief moment, feeling somewhat guilty for forgetting about him. He grabbed for your hand unprompted, kissed your knuckles, and bid you all a goodbye before running off somewhere in the growing crowd. You were a bit confused by his sudden departure but didn’t bother to read too much into it. You were the only one, however. The others watched as he left the store, no remorse for how obvious they were being and how clearly disgusted they were with his existence.

You had opted to forgo the outfit and buy the hair piece instead, promising to always wear it whenever and wherever you go. Hoseok opted to purchase it and give it to you as a gift. You were trying to advise against that but he did it anyway. When you guys left the store, you all decided to go to a small chinese hotpot restaurant outside of the mall (to Yoongi’s enjoyment), as it became more and more busy in the mall as time had progressed.

“Hobi?” you asked, pulling him out of thought as you finally took your seats.

“Hm?”

“I forgot to ask, how’d you know we were at the mall in that store? Kinda crazy that you found us! Almost like fate!” you giggled.

Hoseok froze for a brief moment, trying to concoct a believable lie to tell you because no, he had no clue you guys were at the mall. Nor did he know you were in that store. He had stopped by a shop near the mall to pick up new dancing clothes for his studio. On his way out he happened to notice Namjoon and Yoongi emitting an aggressive and rageful aura so strong he could feel it from outside across the street while you all were on the downstairs floor inside the mall. It didn’t help that his senses also heightened when he approached Jiwoo, a man that took mere milliseconds to bring his blood to a boil. Of course he couldn’t tell you that. Not yet, at least. So he opted for a varying method. One more believable.

“I was stopping by to grab a snack. The vendor in the mall has some really delicious hotteok. When I reached the ground floor, I noticed Namjoon. He’s pretty tall and easily recognizable. I was just going to say hi when I found your…friend…who looked a little…sick.”

“In the head…” Yoongi mumbled,

Namjoon nudged him slightly, throwing a glance his way. Yoongi acted like he didn’t say anything and kept reading over the menu of options. Luckily, you didn’t hear him anyway, so there was no cause for concern.

“To me, that’s just a fancy way of saying fate.” you teased.

“Regardless, I’m glad I got to see you today! And thanks again for buying the hair pendant for me.”

Hoseok chuckled before happily brushing off your thanks. He grabbed the bag and pulled the intricate metal out.

“May I have the honor of putting it in your hair?” Hoseok asked.

“Of course! I would love that!”

Hoseok did just that, the other two watching fondly at your excited features and at how you made the hair clip even more beautiful than it already was. Hoseok immediately started taking pictures and sending them in their group chat. It didn’t take long for their phones to start buzzing with notifications of the others responding back. You took note of that and smiled bashfully at the thought of your picture being on all their phones. You’d secretly hoped you looked somewhat presentable before Hoseok sent it.

Luckily, those thoughts died out as quickly as they were birthed. You were too busy enjoying your meal and conversation with the three men before you, your heart growing that much more fondly for them as a group and individually. You had secretly hoped that you had just as many days as this planned for you in the future. If only you knew just how much of what you had hoped would come true, easily in a way that far exceeded your expectations.

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Introduction

Welcome to my Tumblr! My name is Tiger and I’m a hobbyist author and Quotev Refugee. Currently, I’m using Tumblr as a backup for all my oneshot works on Quotev, as well as the occasional meme. In the future, I’d like to post more oneshots on here as well <3 Currently moving all my full stories to AO3, I have linked the account in my bio, and will link all stories as well on here.

I mainly write yandere x reader stories, dabbling in horror, thriller, and romance. Some of my stories contain smut and dubious themes. As is the case with such types of stories, please refer to the tags and trigger warnings beforehand! Read at your own discretion. Minors do not interact with me concerning R18 stories.

Asks about my thoughts on topics, stories, headcanons etc. are allowed but I do not take oneshot/story requests.

With those disclaimers out of the way, I wish you happy reading!

Please note that this is still a WIP, only stories marked with (X) are available to read currently on Tumblr and/or AO3! For works without links, please check out my Quotev page.

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New Works Post-Quotev Apocalypse

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Oneshots imported from Quotev

Yandere M!Pied Piper Halloween Oneshot (X)

To see townsfolk suffer so From vermin, was a pity. — From The Pied Piper of Hamelin: A Child's Story by Robert Browning

Winterkälte Halloween Oneshot (X)

Winterkälte: A strung-together German word that roughly translates to "winter coldness." It is a childhood folk story from Switzerland, but as far as I'm aware, there is no official name for this tale. Depending from canton to canton, many variations exist. But all of them share the following structure: A boy, his father, and their dog hike up a mountain. A blizzard causes them to take refuge in an alpine hut, where they are confronted with the personification of Death. This story is told to children in order to warn them against staying out too late, especially in the cold winter months.

Itto the Irresistible Beetle Battler (X)

Itto X F!Reader | You and your Oni boyfriend have a beetle-fight competition. Short, sweet, fluffy.

A Friendship Tested

Heizou X F!Reader | A oneshot where you are a thief and Heizou chases you through Inazuma.

My Queen

Itto X F!Reader [Royalty AU] | A short oneshot where Scaramouche is a prince, and you are his bodyguard. Even though he doesn't need one.

Study Buddies

Kaveh X F!Reader X Alhaitham [R15] | A oneshot + crackfic where you are an underclassman at the Sumeru Akademiya, and ask Alhaitham and Kaveh to tutor you before an exam. But you're a simp, and both of them have different styles of teaching.

A Wholesome Genius Invocation TCG Session

Tighnari X F!Reader [Platonic relationship] | You and your friend/mentor play an exciting round of Genius Invocation TCG. Short, sweet, fluffy.

[Reminder: Add all The Royal Tutor Oneshots]

Full stories [links to AO3]

Dies Irae — Days of Wrath [R18] | Various!M!F!Yandere Reverse Harem x F!Reader (X)

After nearly half a decade of war and turmoil, Princess (Name) hears the sound of war trumpets playing: Her empire has won the war. Being the sole heir to the throne, she is quick to rejoice and immediately rushes to provide an official statement. Fate, however, has other plans for her. When her own soldiers storm the castle and usurp the sovereign, she is faced with a nasty truth: Her childhood best friend has joined the enemy side. The kingdom has won the war, but at what price? As she navigates the treacherous web of politics, societal pressures, and negotiations, Princess (Name) finds herself forming unexpected and complex alliances with a group of captivating individuals, each with their own secrets and desires. She must not make a single misstep, lest she wants her head rolling on the ground.

Playing with Fire | Yandere Diluc x F!Reader [Royalty!AU!] (X)

After countless years of war and turmoil, Natlan has fallen. Too bad you were the War Maiden of Natlan during the conflict. In order to salvage the remnants of your country, you agree to a peace treaty brokered by the rulers of Snezhnaya and Liyue—An arranged marriage. But instead of marrying Mondstadt's sovereign, you find out you're betrothed to Duke Diluc, an esteemed nobleman from the Ragnvindr clan. He claims to be acting in your best interests, but something tells you that he cannot be trusted. And when secrets of both your pasts come to light, you find yourself struggling to maintain Teyvat‘s political stability. One wrong word could lead to your demise, a fate you must avoid at all costs.

Bad Liar | Diluc x F!Reader (Known as Malefactor on AO3) (X)

In which you, a Fatui member who is fiercely loyal to the Tsarista, is tasked with stealing the Anemo Gnosis. But Diluc, the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt, is dead-set on making your mission a living nightmare... In more ways than you could possibly imagine.

Snake Eyes | Yandere M!Naga x F!Reader

Upon the request of your former professor, you travel to India to aid his research team on their quest to find the Ivory Serpent. However, due to unprecedented circumstances, things go awry right from the start, including the disappearance of your close colleague. Paying no heed to the warnings of your team members, you head off into the mangroves in search of her, ignorant of the ancient curse the land is bound to. Before you know it, you find yourself caught in the coils of an ancient deity of the mangroves. It will take more than mere prayers to wriggle yourself free.

Infiltrator | Yandere M!Harem x M!Reader [Cyberpunk Isekai]

After a gruesome murder makes headlines, a rookie journalist finds himself chasing the scoop of a lifetime. But he soon finds out that the Underworld doesn’t give out secrets so easily, vying for control over the story only he can tell. In a world where information is the highest currency, he's the richest prize. And the crime lords he's entangled with hate sharing.

Bibliophilia | M!Yandere x GN!Reader

Getting locked inside Sanfatio Library by accident was the last thing Y/N expected. Their only option is to enter a strange stone door leading to a whimsical alternative version of the otherwise quiet and quaint library. However, they soon realize they aren't alone. Something sinister is lurking between the bookshelves, stalking their every move. The once docile and humble Y/N is forced into a race against time with only a little red book to guide them. And if they don't find the exit in time, they risk being trapped inside this demented reality forever.

[cottonkendi]

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

MASTERLIST

Sano Manjiro "Mikey"

one shot

~Competition (Childhood friends | Fluff)

series

~House of Memories (Childhood friends to lovers | Angst | Fluff)

Mitsuya Takashi

one shot

~Sweet Smile (Strangers to Lovers | Fluff)

~Honesty (Established Relationship | Fluff)

Baji Keisuke

one shot

~Competition (Childhood friends | Fluff)

~Your Girlfriend (Fluff | Crack | Friends to Lovers)

~Pick Me (Fluff | Crack)

series

~Your Voice (Established Relationship | Fluff | Crack | Angst)

Matsuno Chifuyu

one shot

~Just Tell Me (Fluff | Angst)

Haitani Ran

one shot

~Let's Break Up universe (Established Relationship | Fluff | Crack)

~Haitani Genes (Platonic Relationship | Crack)

Haitani Rindou

one shot

~Haitani Genes (Platonic Relationship | Crack)

Hanma Shuji

one shot

~Regret It (Bonten AU | Angst)

Sano Shinichiro

one shot

~Are You Sure?! (Friends to Lovers | Fluff | Crack)

series

~Your Babies (Established Relationship | Fluff | Angst | Crack)

Sanzu Haruchiyo

one shot

~I'm Proud of You (Bonten AU | Yandere AU)

~I'm Proud of You | 2 (Bonten AU | Yandere AU)

~Like Her (Bonten AU | Angst | Smut)

~Like Her || 2 (Bonten AU | Angst)

Kokonoi Hajime

one shot

~Like Her (Bonten AU | Angst | Smut)

~Like Her || 2 (Bonten AU | Angst)

~Sweet like Honey (Bonten AU | Stripper AU | Established Relationship | Smut)

Inui Seishu

one shot

~Pick Me (Fluff | Crack)

Akashi Senju

one shot

~My Princess (Fluff | Crack | Established Relationship)

Various

one shot

~Pied Piper (Idol AU | Highschool AU | Mafia AU)

~Pied Piper | 2 (Idol AU | Highschool AU | Mafia AU)

Other Characters: to be added

[rosemaryblossoms]

Here’s an idea for the tumblr authors who love Tokyo revengers and yanderes. The reader(male) is the older brother of platonic yandere takemichi, who has the personality of ushijima from haikyuu and shinichiro sano. One day toman, the first generation of the black generation of the black dragons, and tenjiku meet reader and becomes platonic yanderes for him. I would write this my self but,I don’t know how would I would write it and I’m working on platonic yandere manjiro sano and Mandela bitty box for my Mandela catalogue lovers.

feel free to tag me so I can read the results so I can can give hearts because I believe it will be awesome.

Also make sure you take care of yourself and have a good day/night/afternoon.

[avensthetic]

𖥻⠀،⠀‹ BECUASE I LIKE YOU ↷

▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴CHARACTERS : yan! zhongli x reader

▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴WARNINGS : dark, toxic relationship, yandere zhongli (?), death, violence

▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴DISCLAIMER : i do not glorify violence or toxic relationships. if you are in one (as i've been as well though not extreme as this), do seek help. if you do get triggered by this, do not interact! minors aren't allowed on my blog as well!

▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴NOTE : another angst?? and a dark theme at that 👁. i swear i don't like angst. also, this is my first time writing dark themes so if there is a problem with what i wrote, do tell me. as usual, english is not my first language so please watch out for errors.

people think i’m a good kid but they don’t know my true self...

to everyone, zhongli was the finest example of a gentleman; refined and classy, tall and well-versed in almost anything. the consultant of wangsheng funeral parlor is the living embodiment of perfect.

it was why you got intrigued by this man in the first place.

if you play with me today as well, i’ll give you something sweeter tomorrow...

his words were sweeter than honey, bewitching you like the pied piper. like a naive fool, you fell for his honeyed words, his sweet gaze, and his gentle caress on your skin.

you were right where zhongli wanted you. in all his time walking the soil of teyvat, you surpassed by far every beauty he'd witness—even his first love. zhongli had never felt such strong emotions before you came along and he decided there and then he won't let you go, whether you approve of it or not.

with your emotions clouding your reasoning and with it spurred on by the ex-archon's calculated moves, you ignored everything but him.

"are you sure?" he asked, but of course it was empty. even if you back out, zhongli will never let you go.

"i want to be with you," you answered, a smile playing on your lips, one that only showed how euphoric it felt with his gentle hands on your waist.

with an angelic face, tell me you love me, because I love you...

again and again, he made you repeat a three-letter word that by now had almost lost its meaning.

"i love you, zhongli."

it didn't sit right with your tongue. it tasted bitter, like how your perspective of him changed. he got more controlling, and you know if he wishes to, he'll get his hands dirty. zhongli, after all, can't afford to have anyone's eyes on you.

declarations of love turned to declarations of hate and bitterness.

why would he lock you in his home?

the chains that held you back from freedom dug purple hues on your skin. looking at it, you felt suffocated. the multicolored world you view in your eyes was now reduced to purple and red like the marks blooming cruelly on your flesh.

it didn't bother zhongli, you were pretty either way.

forever love, even your breath, it’s all forever love...

it becomes more and more blue, your expression is like an ocean view...

you've lost count of how many times you tried to reason with him but the man being a former god was stubborn, so you tried to escape.

zhongli did not like that.

fistful of your hair got caught in large hands. the scream that escaped your mouth turned to desperate gasps for air. the large hand that covered your neck slowly blocked the passage of the airway in your lungs.

"zhong...li..." you clawed desperately to get his hands off you but the dangerous glint in glowing gold eyes proved your effort to be hopeless.

"you deserve punishment," he growled and your eyes watered.

mustering what's left of your strength, you uttered, your voice laced with venom. "i hate you."

so creepy, yes, what you’re saying is right...

it’s fine even if you refuse me, another voice of mine will call you instead...

zhongli smiled at his handiwork. you were so so pretty beneath him, eyes devoid of life.

no matter what state you're in, even if you had made him angry—spouting nonsense like how you hate him, zhongli still loves you. now you won't part from him ever again.

just the way you are, will you stay with me? as a beautiful painting...

zhongli spoiled you, buying you different sets of clothing, one that he thinks accentuates your beauty. each afternoon, in the dim lights of his bedroom, with the setting sun serving as the sole witness, zhongli poured you tea.

"drink, my love." but you didn't answer, you only stared.

and zhongli chuckled. "that's right," he said. "you can't."

for you were now transformed, fit to live with him throughout eternity. you were his doll, so life-like that zhongli couldn't help but hold you close.

"no matter," the man started again. "we have forever on the way ahead."

my hands that are full of you, i’ll hug forever...

because i love you...

▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴END NOTE : i love dreamcatcher, i really was tempted to put all the lyrics. they deserve their first win already. i do not have wifi atm, just connecting to hotspots lmao gotta post when i can.

[aajjks]

My q&a Session

Q1: how many languages can you speak, and what languages can you speak? and would u like to learn any other languages :D (for the qna thingy!!)

A: I’m fluent in my native language & English, can read in fluent Arabic but I can’t understand it, planning on learning Turkish and french!!!!

Q2: where are you from?

A: My mothers womb 😋

Q3: how did you find tumblr and start posting? and what made you decide to post yandere content?

A: I found tumblr thru YouTube, and manyyy years ago! But I decided to make an account in 2019 when I had a really bad injury in my foot, I couldn’t walk properly & I was at my granny’s so I was bored. I decided to download it & the rest is history :)

Q4: I think you have may answered this before, but what got you into kpop? and yandere stuff?

A: Uhh it’s so weird like??? So I was a huge wattpad addict back in 2016 & I used to read fics [not ff’s] and then fast forward to 2018 I saw a bts (yandere jk) ff. it was an accident 😭 but it intrigued me so much about the “yandere” genre and I was like “who’s this guy?” So I searched him up &… I got myself into them and found the yandere genre!!! 😭

The genre was so interesting to me that I wanted to write my own fics! So I did lol!

Q5: one place you would LOVE to go ☆ ____ ☆

A: South Korea?

Q6: what's one food you LOVE? and one food you HATE? (also congrats on ur milestone!! you definitely deserve it!! ^^)

I loooove anything with potatoes and spice!!!! And I absolutely ABSOLUTELY despise anything with meat. ANY KIND.

tysm bb 😭😭💕💕💕

Q7: favorite song of each bts era?

A: uhhh there are sooo many but my all time favs are

don’t leave me

Boy in love

silver spoon!

just one day

cyber pt3

fake love!!!!

tear

pied piper

House of cards

my time

Q8: Are you studying something right now?

A: Yep! Arts! (Planning on becoming an English lit major tho)

Q9: Would you like to travel?

A: ABSOLUTELY!!!! take me anywhere!~~~

Q10: What inspires you to write??

A: tbh the interaction that I get because of it!

Q11: Do you ever just look back to all the yandere works n think "damn i have a weird mind" or "damn i need therapy" I don't mean to offend you I'm just genuinely curious

A: no, not at all because I have this awareness inside my brain that this is all fictional and it’s not real, it shouldn’t be romanticised beyond the limits of fiction!

Q12: If you could go on a date with Jungkook what would you like to do with him?

A: uhhh 😭😭 I would…. Hmm let me think. I would like to make sure that him & I both have the best day ever!!!?? srry idk 😭😭 I never thought about it until now 😭😮‍💨😭💕 I would be so lucky tho!