#but i was browing the last twilight tag to see if it's a story i'm interested in and it was the first gif set i saw lmao

[panncakes]

why does le petit prince have such an iron grip on bls?

[tokkiwrites]

FAWN HEART PART THREE : love in death.

dark!joel x f!reader

part three | part one | part two | more coming soon.

summary: After a few months of being together, you move in with your boyfriend, 'Adam'. The landlord, Joel Miller, takes a special liking to you.

tags: dark!joel !!!!! , mention of murder, violence, blood, stalking, spying, mention of abuse, kidnapping, age gap, vulnerable reader, stalker joel, mentions of abusive relationship, literally insane joel, restraints, unrequited love, f reader w she/her pronouns. (lmk if i missed anything!!!)

ㅤ↪ㅤtokki's ۫ 𐑺 𝚜𝚞ׂ𝚐𝚊𝚛 ࣭ note ˑ ⌕ ࣭ ּ ➭ i have returned with the next part!! with just 1.5k words, this is more so exposition to set in where the next events will take place. remember guys, THIS IS NOT CUTE. This is crazy stalking behavior, but it is fiction. so stay safe out there. not proofread.

【commencing】: In the twilight of existence, there wandered a figure cloaked in the deepest midnight. She was Death, a woman of otherworldly beauty and a heart that beat with an emotion long thought foreign to her kind. Death had fallen in love.

「july 4th ㅡ unknown time」

A constant trickle sound bounces off the walls and all around you, you can't make out what it is quite yet, but as the fog clears from you vision you find yourself in a dimly lit room, the constant trickle being the rain outside, hitting the roof. Or maybe it was something elseㅡ You couldn't see. There were no windows. You look down and find yourself covered in blood that has blackened, and you want to get up, but you can't. Shaking your limbs, you find you've been cuffed to the frame of the bed you'd been sleeping in. The bed was white, and little fake-flower details plastered in corners where rust started to settle in. There were no sheets, just a splotchy mattress. This is a bed you've surely had nightmares about, or seen in horror movies. Yet, the walls around you told another story, pristine brick walls painted white, a large mural on the farthest one from you: a lush forest with critters all around and in the middle of it allㅡ a deer. one staring right back at you, eyes large as if it, too, was locked in this place alongside you.

you try to remember all that you can, snippets of last night's happening flowing back and over, transforming into tears that threaten to spill out again. You swallow in a sharp breath before screaming a short 'hello', the little echo in the room being the only answer. So you scream again and again until you're out of breath and resort to pulling on your restraints. It seems as if you can't even cry. The tears once there are now completely gone as it dawned on you: will i die today?

you're quickly pulled out from your self inquiry as rapid and heavy steps are heard closer to the door. then it opens revealingㅡ him. You stumble upon your words. " Please, I- What do you want? I'll do anything, just dontㅡ don't kill me please." Joel's brows quirk up, the wrinkles on his forehead hidden under his graying hair. "Why would I kill you, fawn?" it sounded like he was more confused than you at this moment. "Why would I kill the most precious thing to me right now..?" he looks down as he takes each step closer to the bed at the back of the room, where you were. You shudder, unbeknownst to what he might do. "I'm- I.. Why, why me?" You ask, that familiar feeling in your throat. "You? You are...everything." He huffs out the last part with a smile, head crooked as he now stands over you, knees at the edge of the bed. "Everything I've ever dreamed of, baby. I didn't wanna hurt you last night, really... And I'm sorry for this- mess." He says, waving his hands around. "It's not ready, but I didn't expect you to move in so soon. Last night wasn't...planned."

"Why did you do it then?" you find the courage to bite back. "Why'd you murder Adam?" You whisper, the air in the room settling freezing around you two. "Had to be done. I saved you." Joel points down at you, before kneeling down next to your head, as if ready to pray. "Saved you, fawn baby." He traces one of his roughed up finger along your neck, a big smile gracing his features. "I know it's hard for you to understand. But thisㅡ it's all for you. This-!" he exclaims whilst clutching his own chest, circling his heart. "It's all for you."

You're left speechless. This has to be a dream, or a sick twisted prank. You want to laugh but are afraid of Joel's reaction. "Is this... a joke?" and his gaze is clouded by darkness. "A joke? You take my love f'you as a-a joke?" he pulls back from you, still on his knees. "You don't understand, do you?" Joel repeats, his voice lowering to a menacing whisper, cold as steel. You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady. "I don'tㅡ I don't understand why I'm here.. why you killed Adam, why you think this is love?" The words tumble out, each one feeling like a step closer to an abyss you're terrified to fall into. Joel sighs, shaking his head slowly, almost as if he's disappointed. "Fawn, my sweet fawn, you don't see it yet, but you will. Adam... Adam was a threat. He was going to take you away from me. He was going to ruin everything we've built together."

You feel a surge of anger. "Built together? I don't even know you! This isn't some romantic gesture, Joel. This is kidnapping. This is madness." He stands up abruptly, his face a mix of frustration and something darker. "Madness?" He paces back and forth at the foot of the bed. "Madness is letting you slip through my fingers, letting someone else have you. Madness is living without you when I know we're meant to be together."

You pull at the cuffs again, your wrists aching. "Joel, please, just let me go. We can talk about this outside, somewhere safe. You don't have to do this..." He stops pacing and looks at you, a strange glint in his eyes. "Safe? You think out there is safe for you? No, no, my fawn. Here is where you're safe. With me. Always with me." Tears prick at your eyes again, but you blink them away, trying to stay strong. "What about my family? My friends? They're going to look for me. They're going to find out what you've done."

He smiles, but it's not a comforting smile. It's a smile that speaks of plans and secrets. "Let them look. By the time they figure out where you are, you'll have accepted our love. You'll understand why this had to happen." He leans in close, his breath warm against your face. "You will. In time, you will. And until then, I'll do whatever it takes to make you see. To make you love me." You turn your head away, refusing to look at him, refusing to acknowledge the twisted reality he's trying to force upon you. "I won't," you whisper, though the words feel feeble and unconvincing even to yourself.

Joel stands up straight, his demeanor shifting from affectionate to stern. "We'll see about that, my fawn. We'll see." He walks to the door and opens it, pausing before he steps out. "I'll give you some time to think. But don't worry, I'll be back soon. And maybe then, you'll start to understand."

The door closes behind him with a heavy thud, and you're left alone, the sound of the rain outside a constant reminder of your confinement. You take a shaky breath, trying to calm your racing heart, but the terror grips you tighter with each passing second. Your wrists ache from the cuffs, and the dried blood on your skin feels like a cruel, suffocating reminder of last night's horrors.

You try to piece together the fragments of your memory, but they come in disjointed flashes, each more terrifying than the last. Adam's face, twisted in pain, Joel's maniacal grin, the sharp, blinding pain that brought you here. A sob escapes your lips, and you bite down hard to stifle it, afraid that he might hear and come back too soon. The wind outside pick up and you make eye contact with the deer on the wall again. Gaze empty, devoid of any fear, acceptanceㅡ andtears finally spill over. you let them fall silently, the only sound in the room the faint trickle of rain and the occasional creak of the old bed frame. You pull at the cuffs, but they don't budge, the metal biting into your skin. Panic swells in your chest, making it hard to breathe.

in the ghostly stillness of the room you shudder and you lie there, exhausted and terrified, a bitter realization creeps in: you have no control over this. No way to fight back, no plan, no hope. You're utterly at Joel's mercy, and the thought is enough to make the darkness of the room a little less unsettling than your reality.