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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝙴𝙾 (𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗)

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝙴𝙾 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢. 𝙰 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚡𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗.

𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝙴𝙾'𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛.

𝚈/𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒s𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑'𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 ��𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 "𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛. "𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑?" 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝…𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎.

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 c𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 "𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎?" 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝 "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚎𝚛? 𝚆𝚑𝚢?"

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 "𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎" 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 ��𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜. ��𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢? 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛.

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎.

[ilovespec]

Dangerous obsession ~

| Yandere FEM ! Dangerous gangster × FEM ! civilian reader | part 2

WARNINGS !!! : breaking and entering, arrest, your boyfriend in this story is a freaking freak, yandere is a woman АААААААА ЖЕНЩИНА ?!??!?!???!!!?? АААААААААААААА ЖЕНЩИНА !!!!!!!!!!!!! yandere and y/n are female here, their pronouns are she/her, all the characters my similarities with real people are random.

Part 1

Character description

After you told your boyfriend what happened... He just ignored you.

" (your name), just ignore it. And be grateful that people are paying attention to you ."

That's right... Not his style. He used to be more caring and kind... He resents you for being noticed by his boss...? Maybe. You were sitting on the couch and thinking about what to do... But, you gathered your thoughts and wrote to your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, but when you say that... I'm going to have to leave you... Don't come to my house anymore. "

After you wrote that, you immediately added him to the blacklist and put the phone on silent mode. Just in case.

At night, when you were already asleep, you heard people simply shooting at your door and through the shots you heard the angry screams of your already ex-boyfriend ...!!! You immediately grabbed the phone and dialed 112 (112 is the police number. It's like 911 in America and 112 in Russia)

- Telephone operator : What are you calling about?

- You: MY EX IS SHOOTING AT MY DAMN DOOR!!!

- Telephone operator: dear , stay calm and hide. What is your address?

In a panic, you give your address and name and hide in the closet, among mountains of clothes and other junk. Hoping that this psycho won't find you... After a couple of seconds, you heard sounds like something fell on the floor and footsteps. And then the voice of your ex-boyfriend.

- Just a crazy ex : (your name) ~... I know you're here somewhere~

And as soon as you heard the sound of footsteps in your room, and saw that the closet door began to slowly open, the police broke into your apartment and chased after your ex. And he immediately jumped out the window, but judging by the sounds, someone began to actively restrain him...

As soon as you were called by name, you immediately got out of the closet. And a young policewoman came up to you. She has red hair, tanned skin and blue eyes.

- Policewoman - Dear , are you all right ? Have you been injured?

You shook your head, shaking violently. And she gently smiling, she patted you on the back..

- Policewoman: do you have a place to spend the night? I doubt it's safe to sleep without a door...

as soon as you wanted to say something, you heard a very familiar, hoarse voice...With a German accent.

- ??? : Yes. She has a place to spend the night. She's staying with me for now, it's not safe here.

You looked at the owner of that voice... It was Belinda!! After the stress and the incident, you just walked up to her regardless of her status and hugged her. And without wasting a second, she took off her coat and threw it over you. Trying to make you as comfortable as possible. Today she is wearing her usual black turtleneck, black wide-leg trousers, a leather belt, ordinary sneakers and a black coat, which is thrown over you right now. Then Belinda looks at the policewoman with a strained smile, and takes you in her arms and leaves. And you , surrounded by warmth , unconsciously pass out burying yourself in her shoulder , and inhaling her scent : a mixture of cigarettes and citrus fruits.

The next morning you wake up in a place you don't know... This is a room decorated in Gothic style. You sit up in bed, looking around the room, and are startled by the voice behind you. It was Belinda.

- Belinda: Good morning to you. And yes, don't worry, stay with me for a couple of days. It's not very safe for you to walk our streets right now. What if your ex-boyfriend's friends try to find you?

Stop.. How does she know that you broke up?? And she noticed your look... She pulls you to her and hugs you. Yes. You are being hugged by the most dangerous dangerous gangster in your area.. Maybe even countries. And you, afraid of what will happen to you without a response, hesitantly hug her back. Than you deserve... A kiss on the top of the head...???? You immediately blush, and she just smiles softly and pats your head.

- Belinda: Let's sit like this... A little more..

You don't answer, but just quietly close your eyes... She smells like that .. It's kind of sleep-inducing... And when you open your eyes, you try discreetly examine Belinda up close. She has a thin face, her only dark turquoise eye is half closed, her short blonde hair looks soft up close... You asked quietly.

- You: Uh... Miss Belinda.. And why are you wearing this black patch on your right eye..?

- Belinda: First of all, mein schatz, not "Miss Belinda" but just Belinda. Or Bel. Call me whatever you want... And about the bandage.

With her free hand, she lifts her black headband to show...EMPTY FUCK EYE SOCKET

- Belinda : When I was just at the beginning of my gangster career, they just stuck a knife in my eye, lol.

Then, laughing softly , she lowers her blindfold , and ... She took you by the face with amazing care.

- Belinda: I'm shocked to be honest... You're so young.. And now you're sitting here with me. And I'm 40 years old, hehe..

Belinda smiles calmly, and completely wrapping both arms around you, puts you on your back, thereby forcing you to lie down. And then... She hugs you like a koala hugs a tree branch, and puts her head right over your heart.

Belinda : Kätzchen ...Can we go on a date later? Now, go get some sleep.

WHY IS IT SO STRAIGHTFORWARD?!??!!!

+ BONUS !!

A lil art of these kind policewoman <3

[queenie-the-court-jester]

oc incorrect quotes #2

prince: hey darlin-

Y/n: no.

Prince: but I didn't even say anythin-

Y/n: no. I know your tricks, demon.

Prince: darn.. hey y/n, there's a bee right behind you

Y/n: WHERE

*prince uses the moment to slap y/n's ass, it's incredibly effective but now he has to sit in the bad pet corner for 3 hours*

Prince: it was so worth it..

Brutus: same

Prince: what the-

[suusoh]

I'm so sorry but could you imagine your friend Johan being all touchy and fond with you again, cupping your face and kissing both of your cheeks, and nuzzling you all over. When you try to point it out and question him about it, he doesn't even hesitate for second before saying the lamest most half-baked excuse on earth without blinking.

"I'm European."

then happily goes back to squishing and biting you.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere König with gn darling who speaks German

Warnings: yandere behavior and slight nsfw.

A/N: Got this idea randomly from my bestie @yandere-heaven <33. Check out her art, it's pretty neat and cool :]!

When he heard you speak back to his sentence, his mind went completely blank as he snapped his head back unto your direction, yelling out in German: "Du sprichst Deutsch‽" (You speak German‽)

When you nodded, he blinked. Twice. Thrice. Many more times before smiling hugely under his mask, grabbing you into a bear hug as he asks you many questions about how long you've known.

König is surprised but really excited. He's hyped that he can talk to you with his tongue without making sure nobody else hears him what he says to you.

Although, he's a bit flustered! Some of the things he has said behind you, or under his breath make him sweat.

What if you heard what he said in the past? The few naughty and nice ones? Did you know about his feelings beforehand? Do you now think he's weird?

However, the minute you comfort him with a few words of that you still like him, he's relieved.

Nevertheless, be ready for him to always be talking to you in German. Practically swooning all over you again.

König will often compliment you in German; watching you smile before replying, "Danke! Ich liebe dich auch," (Thanks! I love you too!). This not only makes him feel flustered but feel more closer to you than ever before.

He's more open to telling you things, especially when he sees drama/or trouble. In the grocery stores or the public, he will tell you things in German, growling under his breath that the man in front of you two is rude and that he should 'accidentally' trip.

Both of you will spend hours upon hours speaking with each other. While he will ask how/when you learned it, he's a bit sad that you didn't immediately tell him.

Expect him to ask about your home life; if your parents had taught it, or you had learned it by yourself after meeting him. If you only know a few words, he's still surprised! He's more than willing to help teach you.

The team shakes their heads and looks at each other dumbfounded as they watch you two speak in German.

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[lovesickeros]

in the meantime come to horrifying realization there's like zero yan clorinde content so everyone sit down and listen to my ted talk (this is a requirement I have locked the doors and blocked the fire exits)

personally don't think Clorinde leans towards threats to be honest. she'd feel horrible and guilty if she did and I don't think she could handle you hating her or being afraid of her (maybe if you pushed her far enough then maybe she could justify it because she's trying to protect you but you'd really have to push it).

imo? leans more towards following you around with a hint of subtle manipulation behinf the scenes0. even if it's within the confines of the Court of Fontaine and the place is swarming with Gardemeks you can never be too sure. absolutely fumbles the excuse if you catch her though (if)

the epitome of gentleman, too. she "bumps" into you a lot and always offers to help– even if it's just a few small bags she takes them from you to help ease your burden, basically following you around like a lost puppy. it's a lot easier to trust the nice, polite woman who helped you then the stilted, awkward woman desperate for your attention.

her reluctance to threaten you or force you to do anything doesn't extend to people you know, though. she can cook up any manner of crime that'd get them stuck fighting a duel with her or dealing with a trial that'd get them sent straight to the fortress.

of course, the first thing she'd do is make sure you're okay. she still cares about you (and she really doesn't mean to manipulate you, but really, don't you find it odd that everyone around you is so sketchy? you should be more careful about who you trust. you trust her though, dont you?).

clorinde is very much in for the long game, in the end. she'd only kidnap you as a last resort. she'd much prefer slowly getting closer to you and having you come with her of your own free will (even if it's because she's been planting ideas in your head that you really aren't safe all alone like this. all your friends turned out to be criminals, after all, and what if they start to blame you and try to hurt you? it's best that you stay with her for a while)

if you had a lover, though? oh, she's livid. she makes sure to pin an absolutely heinous crime on them– one that would involve you. after all, she could swoop in and play savior after killing that wretched pest. she did save you from their alleged plan, after all.

a bit awkward with physical affection to be honest, but she tries in her own way. she does what she can to make your life easier– protects you, makes sure you have a roof over your head and nice clothes, a bed and warm baths, expensive foods..anything you want, she would get you without even asking.

why would you ever want to leave? don't you know how dangerous it is outside? who would take care of you if not her? she provides you with all you need, and with only the best (please don't leave)

basically your personal guard dog. she won't bite if you just listen to her and stay put.

and she's just absolutely smitten. careful if you actually use her gifts, because she'll think you're reciprocating her affection whether you are or not. you'll be drowning in new clothes, always trying need food..and she'll always be hovering over your shoulder, watching.

[gladiatorcunt]

idk if ur into this or if I'm the only one who has had a raging popstar/rockstar fantasy for myself ever since I was young so I insert it into as many fanfic scenarios as possible but any thoughts on your modern!coryo with an up and coming independent singer!reader 🫣 bc I have thoughts I imagine theyre still in the phase where they have to be creative with their outfits and have to make/bedazzle some things themselves and coryo is so down bad he's just hunched over something pink with some fabric glue, a stoning tool, and rhinestones all over the place. or or or your your whole setup getting an upgrade bc you once mentioned to him that one of the lights was behaving oddly

I think about this too bc I can sing pretty well but I'm very introverted, so I don't like to do it in front of people, and I just imagine it 💀

Modern!Coryo loves a pet project when it's important to someone he cares about (and he really only cares about you so....). He has momager vibes, but he never directs it towards you. His back hurts from the hours he spends perfecting your costumes (He's working on getting you to let him pay for everything, but baby steps are fine for now), and he hides all the packages he ordered for your state of the art set up so he can surprise you. You won't let him use his connections to jump start your career, but he never stops dropping hints about the producers or record label execs he could arrange meetings with.

He's in the comments of your tiktoks sending death threats to 12-year-olds who say you're cringe. (Your first toxic stan <3) Anthony Fantano gives you less than a 10 and he's ready to jump him. He'll be unironically saying you've made the song of the summer, and the spring, and the fall, and the winter. Your top listener on spotify and he's like that video of louis partridge at olivia rodrigo's concert putting his cup in his mouth so he could take videos/pictures of her. Has instagram highlights dedicated to your career (reposting your content, gig videos/pictures, promo stuff, etc.)

Given the fact that he comes from a family with dark secrets and is involved in the political industry, he knows how seedy the entertainment business is. A part of him wants to keep you relatively unknown, you'd be safer that way. But you seem so happy, he supposes he can let you grow. He's breathing down your neck every second though, gets you a whole crew of bodyguards even when you're only playing small venues. He runs your official social media like it's the military, but he's so sweet when he's presenting you with a fruit basket, those expensive boxes of roses that cost hundreds of dollars, and a custom-made award when you finish a small gig and joke about one day making it to the grammys.

[deuxcherise]

Collar Crimes: All Bark, No Bite (1/2)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior (?) | Yandere | Female OC | Gender Neutral Reader | Reader is a bit of a… gold digger here (pun intended lol) | Comfort (?) | Fluff (?) | Slight Angst (near the end)| Swearing | Includes a cute pic of a Golden Retriever x German Shepherd mix dog for reference

A/n: So a long time ago, before reader met Eris, reader met a certain dog~ Hint, hint: she was mentioned in the last chapter (can I call it a chapter? It was in part 2). It’s not the bartender, by the way. So this is going to be a two parter because it got too long. Huh… Is it just me or are these getting longer and longer? Even the animal is getting bigger lol. Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 2, Part 3 (1/2) (you’re here!), Part 3 (2/2)

[Seven years ago…]

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“Oh, what do we have here? I heard a lot of great things about you. Come give Papa a big ol’ smile, why don’t cha?”

You keep your ever present resting blank face on, place your index fingers together in front of your mouth and drag them apart in an upward curve. You throw in a tilt of your head, as a bonus.

The customer throws his head back in ecstasy. “AHHH! So it’s true what they say. I feel so refreshed! Papa’s got an appetite for some sandwiches… unless you’re on the menu today?”

“Oh my~ You flatter me~ But unfortunately, nooooo, sir~” you say with a high-pitched cutesy voice that heavily contrasts your stiff-robot face, fanning yourself for show.

You’ve always hated these kinds of customers– actually, you really hated this job in general. Not only were you forced to wear a ridiculously, scandalously short pink waitress dress uniform regardless of your gender, but you had to listen to yourself speak with an ear-gratingly high-pitched tone, because that’s what sells the performance here.

Have you tried to leave? Well, you’ve thought about it, but no. Where else would they pay you enough to make rent? Besides, with who runs this cafe and who owns the area, do you think you’d be able to leave scot-free? No.

You sigh internally. Ah… if only someone with a lot of money could just… sweep me off my feet. Someone kind… Someone considerate… Someone polite…

Pff. Yeah, right. Like that’s ever going to happen.

You take his usual order on your paper notepad. As you leave, you feel something heavy slap against your behind, the action sending a jolt through the rest of your body. You glance behind you and see the customer don a sleazy smirk, which further adds to your disgust and increasing resentment for this place. You pick up the pace to hand over the order to the chef. You slam the paper down onto the counter with a little more force than expected, warranting Remy’s attention.

“Which table?” he nonchalantly asks, cracking a couple of eggs onto the pan.

Somehow, despite wearing the same outfit as you, he maintains an extremely powerful look with his exposed bulging muscles and trimmed beard held by his hairnet. You envy the man.

“Table 13,” you grumble.

“Special sauce?”

“Special sauce.”

“Got it.”

The bell rings and in comes a trio of brothers in fancy suits, three of your most loyal customers, along with an unfamiliar face. Upon their request, the hostess leads them to a table in your section. You grab four menus before walking over and greeting them as usual.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome back to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guests,” you greet, face still with its blank expression. “We’re so happy-happy to see you~” you say, with your iconic blank face.

The three men roar with delight. The lady with them, wearing the same kind of suit, simply pinches and pulls at her sleeve as she keeps her face downcast. One of the brothers turns to the lady with them while pointing at you. “Hey, Sis. Whatcha think of (Y/n), huh? That straight face and cute voice. Combo’s real nice, ain’t it?”

“O-oh… um…” The woman makes eye contact with you for a split second before she looks away, a blush appearing on her face. She nods animatedly, releasing another roar from the men, much to your confused amusement.

“Oh right! (Y/n). You already know the three of us: Dante, Vergil and Nero. This,” Dante says, placing an arm around the lady’s shoulders, “is our baby sister, Lyn. She may look shy right now, but put a weapon in her hand and…” He whistles before chuckling.

“Ah. Happy-happy to have you, Lyn~” you say, cutely wiggling your fingers.

“... T-thank you… (Y/n).”

“Good girl,” one of the brothers sitting across pats her on the head. She reminds you of a golden retriever, with her blond hair and gentle, round eyes.

“Yay~ Now, what will it be today~?” you ask, clicking your pen.

They order some sandwiches and some drinks. You place the order in exchange for picking up the order for that sleazy customer who calls himself Papa. You and Remy exchange knowing looks before you deliver the food.

“Oooh. This looks delicious. Thank you very much, sweetheart.”

You nod and start walking away, before your arm is grabbed by a meaty hand. You turn your head around to see the man grinning at you maliciously. 

“Now, wait a gosh darn second. I heard that this establishment offers a… special service. Now… you aren’t holding off on me, are ya?”

You rip your arm out of his grasp, used to being grabbed by unscrupulous individuals like this man. You answer, “Oh~ The special service~ Sorry, hon~ That’s a privilege only reserved for customers who have dined here more than ten times~ Since you’ve come here once, that means you’ll have to come back nine more times.”

The special service in question refers to asking any server to sing the cafe’s jingle and perform a cutesy dance for the customer asking. Everyone who works here must learn this song and dance before they can be placed on the floor, adding their own twist to it, of course, thus providing a unique experience.

The man slams a fist on the table and stands up, his face red with anger. “WHAT? I CANCELLED A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING FOR THIS. NOW IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME THE SPECIAL SERVICE, I AM GOING TO–”

Click!

Both your heads turn to the side to discover Lyn pointing a loaded revolver with one hand just a feet away, aimed directly for the man’s skull. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed, unlike the gentle, round ones you were introduced to earlier.

She raises her eyebrows. “Is there a problem here, sir?” she asks, voice firm and steady.

“D-do… do you know who you’re pointing that gun at, lady?” the man stutters, sweating beading up on his forehead.

Lyn shrugs. “Does it matter?”

“O-of course it does! Shoot me and you’ll have the West Razors going after you and your entire family.”

She raises an eyebrow. “... Never heard of them before.”

“What? Who are you then, huh, bitch? Some don’s lady?”

She scoffs to the side. Her pupils contract, brown glinting with a shade of gold, as she cocks her head with a smirk. “Lyn Aurem-Diavolus. Of the May Devils.”

The man gasps and immediately lowers his knees, Lyn’s gun following. The man clasps his hands together in a prayer as he begs for his life. “I didn’t know! I didn’t know! P-please forgive me! I didn’t know this server was your lover!”

…Who? Is what now?

Lyn’s eyes soften back to their round shape, her face darkening to a red hue as she stutters, “L-l-lover?”

“That’s right!” Dante pipes up with a smirk, coming behind Lyn, followed by the other two brothers. “Mess with (Y/n) again, and we’ll send you straight down to hell, capisce?” He gives the man a thumbs down with a frown. “Now scram.”

The man quickly gets on this feet and skedaddles out of here, without leaving a tip no less. You click your tongue in annoyance, but you understand. You would be an idiot if you stuck around a pissed off May Devil.

Ah. But what if he spreads the word that I’m Lyn’s lover? … Ah, what the heck. The less perverts there are, the better.

Lyn replaces the safety lock before she puts it back into a hidden holster. She bashfully asks you, “Are you okay… (Y/n)?”

You nod and give a thumbs up. “Yeah. Thank you, Lyn~”

“N-no, well, I mean, yes, that too. But what I meant was–”

“Ooh, free sandwiches,” says Dante, eyeing the plate the guy left behind. “Don’t mind if I do~”

You throw a hand out. “No, wait!”

-----🔔-----

Ever since the brothers introduced you to Lyn, she has been visiting the cafe every day you’re scheduled to work for months now. Sometimes she comes with the brothers, sometimes by herself if they’re too busy dealing with… probably, mafia stuff. Not any of your business.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“H-hi… (Y/n).”

At this point, there is no need to provide her with a menu anymore. She always orders a peanut butter milkshake and a plate of chocolate cake. Somehow, aside from the extreme sweet tooth she possesses, you always feel weird about giving her the chocolate cake. She’s definitely human, but… she really does remind you of a very shy golden retriever… with perhaps a German shepherd side to her. Or maybe like Maremmano-Abruzzese sheepdog, considering she’s Italian.

“Okay~ Here is your milkshake and your cake. Will there be anything else you’d like today, Lyn-Lyn~?”

You expect her to say no as per usual, but this time it seems she has something on her mind, based on the way her face has turns red and her eyes look like they’re panicking.

“O-oh! U-um… (Y/n)?”

“Yes, Lyn-Lyn?”

“Do you… what time do you get off work? D-do you have time after work?”

That catches you off guard. “Why~?”

“UH… UM… I… I-I have something… to tell you! Come meet me behind the cafe.”

“Oh… kay,” you answer. “Okay~”

-----🔔-----

[After work…]

“Alright. Good job, everyone! Have a safe trip going home!”

“Yeah!” “Thank you! “Yes!” “Uh-huh.” “See ya!”

The day has ended and all of the customers have left. Your boss leaves first, but you and your coworkers stick around in the locker room and begin making conversation as you change out of your work clothes.

“Oooh, you gonna go meet Lover Girl in the back, (Y/n)?”

You roll your eyes at a coworker’s words. “Ha ha. Real funny.”

“What does she wanna talk about anyway?”

You shrug, closing your locker. “Beats me.”

“Ooh, do you think she’s going to confess?”

You scoff. “No. Where’d you get that idea from?”

Your coworkers exchange looks before bursting into laughter.

Ever since that day when the don of the West Sharpies or whatever assumed you were Lyn’s lover, your coworkers have never let you live it down, especially with Lyn’s daily visits. She is… kind, considerate, polite, and you have to admit, she was pretty hot when she defended you back then.

However! You do not have such a relationship with her, nor any kind of feelings like that. You’re sure of it.

You’re the last one to leave, the only one to leave through the back door to meet with Lyn. You find her leaning against the wall, dressed in her suit as always.

The moment she spots you, she stands up straight and blushes again. She has never seen you in civilian clothes before, but you look so… beautiful. More so, without the cute yet obnoxious pink outfit.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?” you ask in your regular voice, out of character. Your face remains blank though.

“O-oh, not at all, not at all. Um, here.”

She manifests a flower bouquet from behind her back. You take the bouquet, entranced by the largeness of it and how beautiful the colorful flowers look under the alleyway’s only streetlight. When your eyes finally break away from the flowers, you find Lyn kneeling down on one knee and looking up at you with a very serious expression.

“Lyn?”

”(Y/n). Over these past few months,” she starts off, “I have been trying to figure out my feelings for you. I’ve thought about it over and over, tried to rationalize it as… as just infatuation, but… I know what’s in my heart. And I’ve finally come to a conclusion. Ever since I first met you, you have… captured my heart. I am in love with you, (Y/n).”

…..

You stare at her with wide eyes. “Huh?”

She clears her throat and starts glancing between you and the surroundings, embarrassed. “I-I know you may not feel the same. My brothers… and everyone else have told me already. And it’s not like I’ve really done anything so far to win your affection…” She mumbles something in between before continuing. “B-but if you give me the chance, I can show you what I’m capable of. As your potential girlfriend.”

“Oh… wow…”

She holds out a hand to you. “So will you… go out with me?”

“I…”

Do you want to try going out on a date with one of the May Devils? And the youngest one too? You don’t have any prior romantic feelings for the girl, which makes you feel bad. What if you never develop any feelings for her? What if she stops showing up to the cafe? What if you accidentally do something that triggers the entire famiglia to go after you?

In the midst of your thoughts, something dark emerges from deep inside you. A devil. It sits on your shoulder and whispers into your ear, “What if this is your chance to get out of here? She has money. You need money. It’s a match made in… well, ya know?”

…..

Your blank face breaks into a smile, an expression Lyn hasn’t seen before but is entranced by, as you place your hand onto hers.

“I would love to.”

-----🔔-----

[A month later…]

You hadn't expected to enjoy going out on dates with her, but you were sure glad that you said yes.

“(Y/n)! Look what I got for you!” Lyn excitedly says, holding a neatly wrapped box for you over your shoulder.

“Another one?” you chuckle, accepting the gift as she hugs you from behind and nuzzles the back of your neck. “Designer clothes. Designer bags. Luxuries cars. Lyn-Lyn, you're spoiling me too much. You're going to go bankrupt!”

She shakes her head, her hair tickles the back of your neck. “Mm mm mm mm. You're not being spoiled, you're being pampered! By me. Your loving, romantic girlfriend. Who regards you dearly very, very much! Forget about the money. Just let me enjoy spending it on you.”

You giggle and place a hand on her cheek, turning your head so you can share a kiss with her. Of course, Lyn starts planting lots of kisses on your face afterwards, like the lovely puppy she is.

You both fall into bed, full of laughter and joy until you both settle down to cuddle with each other. With your fingers interlocked with hers, Lyn gazes into yours with so much adoration, it makes you shy. You turn away and hide your face against the pillow.

“(Y/n), look at me,” she whispers.

You refuse, for a moment, but you make eye contact. You both gaze into each other's eyes, lovingly, until Lyn breaks the silence.

“I love you, (Y/n).

It makes you freeze, hearing those three words fall from her mouth for the first time in this relationship.

What shocks you more is that… well…

The thing is… normally… 

You're… supposed to say it back, right?

You open your mouth but not a single noise leaves it. You avert your eyes in shame, biting your lip.

Why can't I say it? you think. After all she's done for me so far?

…..

“I-It's okay, (Y/n),” Lyn suddenly says, making you look at her. Her eyes and voice are filled with sadness. “I… I know… that it takes time for a person to develop feelings for someone. I mean, it took time for me to realize my feelings too, and… I did ask you out knowing that you might not… reciprocate my feelings. At least, not yet. That's why people date, right? To get to know each other and hopefully fall in love. S-so… I'll wait for you. Besides, we’ve only dated for a month, right? I’ll do my best to make you fall in love with me. Okay? Prepare yourself~”

You nod, happy that Lyn still wants to be with you even if you can't say those three words back to her yet.

-----🔔-----

[Some time later…]

“Who are you talking to?”

You look up from your phone. “Oh! One of my old coworkers. He was just asking how I'm doing now since I've left the cafe. Thanks to you,” you answer, with a playful smile.

Lyn’s face doesn't share your expression. “Oh. Okay.”

You pout, wondering what's going on with Lyn lately. She'd catch you on the phone, ask you who you're talking to, and then ignore you until she finds something else to ask. It’s unnerving…

You crawl towards her on the bed and ask, “Lyn, I know you're upset. Do you want to talk about it?”

Lyn looks at you, looks away, and then looks back at you again before she leans forward and catches your lips with a kiss. She pushes you down onto the bed before releasing you from her lips and just looks at you.

Her eyes move from your eyes to your lips to your exposed collarbone before going back up to your eyes. She sighs before laying her entire weight on you, her head nestled in the crook of your neck.

“Lyn?”

“I love you, (Y/n)... Do you love me?”

“I…” Your voice catches in your throat for nth time.

You feel her breath as she sighs. “I know.”

Tears start to fill up your eyes out of frustration. “I'm sorry…”

She pops back on her elbows, worried. “Oh no, it's okay. Shh shh. It's okay. (Y/n). My (Y/n). I'm sorry,” she coos, caressing your cheek and wiping your tears.

For some reason, no matter what she does, nothing could spark you to say those three damned words. It isn't your fault but…

It’s starting to drive her insane.

[melit0n]

Knock Knock (Let Me In)

- Synopsis: "Come out, bitte, I am not here to harm you-” His voice is right by your door. His footsteps are a death toll and you swear you hear bells ringing.

You make the mistake of trying to push yourself further into the woodwork of the desk; the scrape of the desk’s worn legs is quiet, almost unnoticeable. But to the trained ears of König's, ever diligent to hear the movement of an enemy, it is as loud as a gunshot in a valley.

- Oneshot inspired by the song: Labyrinth by Oomph

- Obsessive! König/Reader

- Word Count: 3.6k

- Warnings: Vomit and nausea, stabbing

- Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46510003

Left, right; straight ahead. That was the phrase that echoed in your bleeding head as you scrambled through the darkening hallways of the military complex, the lights flickering above.

Each frenzied step you took, the halls contorted, the doors elongated, and the tiles warped in a mosaic of wood, alabaster and blinding white.

Left, right; straight ahead. That was the way to the exit, if your own mind didn’t dare to fool you. Yet, as the hallways ebb and flow with your choked inhales and exhales, left becomes right, right becomes left and straight ahead becomes your subconscious shouting–shrieking–at you to turn around. Turn around and stare your end in the eyes. Turn around and lie down and just take it. 

Something in your muscles, something primal and more prey than human, keeps you moving.

Eventually, fatigued, you limp like a wounded animal into a side corridor, unlit and ending in a wooden door with a brass handle that shines like cat eyes in the midst of the darkness. It allows your eyes to rest, if only for a moment. 

As your dirtied hands rest on the tiled wall, the cold of the white plate pierces your flushed skin. You don’t know whether it’s a reprieve or another painful burden to bear. 

Your stomach yearns to retch anything you’d eaten in the past hour; the vile taste of vomit lingering on your dry tongue. Waves of nausea do nothing but add to your fear and misery as you try to catch your breath. 

You don’t dare close your eyes, whether it be in fear of passing right out, or opening them and seeing him, you are unsure. Every time you blink, the foreboding ink of unconsciousness seeps further from the corners of your eyes.

Through the red-black blur, you half believe you’re walking on the ceiling. 

Lethargically, you blink what might as well be a death sentence away from your vision. The adrenaline eases and the ache in your legs grows stronger every second you stay still. 

Shakily, you glance back down the ever-moving hallways and notice mud–is it mud?–stains running down the corridors. 

Mud stains leading directly to you. 

With a gasp, you struggle to pull on the laces of your soiled boots, fingers fiddling drowsily with the worm-like laces. Eventually, your fingers undo the knots and you toe off each boot–easing your aching feet–and shove them into a dark corner. 

You urge yourself to stand back up, failing as your socked feet slip on the smooth tile. Only do you get up when your ears strain to hear another pair of footsteps, much heavier, stalking the hallways. Hallways you know he has walked a thousand more times than you have. 

Bravely, you peek your head out of your stygian hideout, wiping at the blood that trickles diligently into your eye. Despite your muddied vision, not even your concussion would stop you from seeing that man, if you could even call him that. He's larger than anyone you've ever seen, probably ever will see. König is a piece of Wildspitze chipped off in what could only be some God’s rage.

You think, once upon a time where fairytales were still passed by tongue, he might’ve been a God’s favourite creation. But now, chased and haunted by a face you have never even seen, you can’t help but scoff at how far he’s fallen.

His face–if he even has one–is covered by a thin, black mask, bleach stains running down his funeral shroud like tears. Maybe there had been peachy skin under his eyes, once, but now they are ringed in black paint to conceal whatever humanity he had left from the world. Inhumanly, he stalks–cat-like–through the halls, following your trail and almost frothing at the maw.  

“Du kommst hier nicht mehr raus.” König’s calm voice reverberates in the spotless halls as you clasp your hand over your nose and mouth. You hope, you pray, that it is enough to hide your panicked breathing. You feel each drop of adrenaline, adrenaline you had lost only a moment ago, seeping back into your bloodstream.

It keeps you terrified. Keeps you frozen with fear, and everyone knows that prey becomes bold when backed into a corner.

His footsteps fall quietly against the tile, following each dirtied footstep you left behind for him. He feels his breath pick up with anticipation. For the boulder König is, he is almost utterly soundless. Silent. Silent as a old Church on a Monday: pews empty and wax candles unlit. 

But you know. You know he’s coming closer. And you know, if you don’t do something, you’ll end a corpse carefully cradled in his tight embrace. Maybe, you think, he’ll make a saint out of you. 

Even in your lethargic stupor, you make a decision. A dumb decision, very much so, but a decision nonetheless. Your eyes meet with the shine of his combat boots, and in that moment, you push yourself up and forcefully ram your body into his. 

As your bleeding head crashes with his tactical vest and all the knick-knacks he stores there, you feel your brain rattle in your skull and your eyes sink, deep, into your sockets. Tears well in your eyes as he grunts in surprise, free hand reaching for you as you make a break for it, bolting down the halls that never really seem to change.

Left, right; straight ahead. 

Your feet may now slip on the tiles, but at least you don’t leave a bloodied trail, like a wounded rabbit to a fox. 

König’s strangely amused–probably somewhat delighted as well–laugh rings like a death knell in your ears. Another spike of fear and adrenaline forces your muscles to move faster when you hear him start to run. You spite whatever God who made him that graced him with the frame of a bear paired with the swift feet of a hare. 

The halls are moving again, and you can’t tell if the tiles are moaning in pain each time you step, or if those sounds are coming out of your own mouth. Each breath feels like Hellfire in your lungs, smoke and ash pouring out of your throat with each exhale. You know you’re not built for running, let alone fighting, but you pray for your burning lungs and trachea to take all the Oxygen they can take from the flames that run rampant in your chest.

“Du kommst hier nicht mehr raus, maus.” He repeats like a mantra, even through the ringing in your ears and the fire burning in your lungs you hear it. 

Runners always say they feel the most alive while on their feet, the wind cooling their flushing faces, but as you run through the endless intertwining hallways breathing in stagnant air, you feel like death. 

For a few short moments, you wonder if you already are dead. Dead and gone for the sake of what you could barely call love. Maybe this is purgatory.

The frantic bird that flutters inside your chest tells you otherwise. 

You close and open doors erratically, slowly losing sense of what you’re doing (left, right; straight ahead). You gaze, panicked, at the different offices, storage rooms, gyms- and everything looks the same. In fear, you feel you’ve gone in one big circle. Left, right; straight ahead is a mantra of your own that keeps you sane, even if you’re losing sense of what it means. 

Had you ever known that love could turn so quickly to madness, you would’ve never even looked at him. Never would’ve opened your mouth, never would’ve complimented him, never would’ve spent a moment feeding into his desires.

What had he even done to deserve such a manic obsession?

What had you done? What action, what word had made you his everything?

All you ever did was treat him as a human. A call sign, never given a first or second name, but a human nonetheless. 

His endless wants, nagging needs, had distorted the very vision of your life, subtle delusions implanted into your own head. If he had managed to turn your own mind into a morbid hellscape of all he had done and said in your name, you didn’t want to even attempt to try to imagine what his own looked like. 

“Lauf', vogel, lauf', so schnell du kannst." König hissed from behind, listening intently for your socked footfalls. He hears each door you erratically open and close, in pathetic hopes of escape.

A frantic bird with broken wings trying to escape a cat. 

Delighted in the chase, his legs move faster as his dark blue eyes dart between the hallways and the haphazardly opened doors. He fingers the hunting knife gripped in his gloved hands, shined and sharpened. 

Fox and rabbit. Cat and bird; that was all it was to him, hunter and prey, with you unable to turn the tables. 

He searches and searches, but, like a mouse, you manage to slip right out of his paws. His footfalls slow as he catches the little breath he lost, but he doesn’t worry about losing you. You’re a smart little bird, he knows that. Smart enough to know that you can’t run forever. That leaves one last obvious option: you’re hiding. Hiding and trying to catch your breath. 

After all, it’s been a while since he’s heard a door slam open.

As the ash in your lungs piles upwards, and vomit that tastes suspiciously like blood trickles out of your dry mouth, you know that the chase is almost up. If you want to run further and have a chance at escape, you must rest, even for a moment. The ink in your eyes is back, and metal fills your mouth as everything spins. You continue to run, if only a little further until you reach somewhere to hide: office, gym or private quarters, you don’t care anymore. 

Finally, your lungs can bear the cinders no longer, and you slow as you jog down one last hallway, filled with doors: on the wall, floor and ceiling. You reach for the doorknob closest to you. It moves up and down frantically and you have seven fingers on each hand. When you finally grasp it, the brass is cold on your shaking hands, and it takes the will of a hungry scavenger to open the door and close it quietly behind you. 

Tired, sweaty and concussed, your eyes wander around the office. A shined, oak desk sits proudly in the centre along with piles of files, a lamp–which seems to change colour every time you blink–a dulled letter opener, a laptop and other knick-knacks that move place every couple of seconds. Two bookcases loom over you; the scent of old leather books and sandalwood easing your panicking nerves. Briskly, you search the room for a place to hide. 

You end up behind the desk.

“Du weißt nicht mehr, wer du bist, Taube; du weißt nicht mehr, was liebe ist- I can help…” Echoes in the hallway and wiggles its way under the crack of the door. König’s eerily calm voice, despite being muffled, traces its fingers up your spine and lets a shiver rack your body. 

And whose fault is that? Who are you to say you understand love anymore, either? You whisper inside your mind. You squish yourself up against the cold oak of the desk, wishing to disappear into it. 

“Dein Spiegelbild hat sich entstellt, niemand ist hier, der zu dir hält…I will be with you, Maus, you know this.” König’s voice grows ever closer. What is most likely a whisper from his mouth screams in your ever-ringing ears, yet cradles and caresses your face the way only a lover can. 

”Come out, bitte, you know I am not here to harm you-” His voice is right by your door. His footsteps are a death toll and you swear you hear bells ringing. 

You make the mistake of trying to push yourself further into the woodwork of the desk; the scrape of its worn legs is quiet, almost unnoticeable. But to the trained ears of König’s, ever diligent to hear the movement of an enemy, it is as loud as a gunshot in a valley. 

You freeze.

Your whole body stills; you even compel your heart to stop beating, because in this ever-growing silence, even through that solid wood door, you know König can hear it. 

The quiet descends quickly, punctuated by the slight squeak of König’s well-shined boots on the floor- and he is right outside. 

Your body–your bones, your muscles and your veins–tense up as you prepare to run for it again. Your eyes move quickly around the room, searching for anything you could use to defend yourself. 

The letter opener gleams in the light seeping out from the cracks of the door. Although dull, it’s good enough; it’s something that you can jab into his eye if it comes to it. You wonder if the Gods will spite you, or maybe cheer you on, for blinding their favorite creation.

“Knock. Knock.” He purrs out, punctuating each deafening knock. He knows what he’s doing.

You grip the letter opener, sweaty hands struggling to find a proper hold on it as you imagine red staining the blade. In the dimly lit room, the colourful–is it green? Is it blue?–lamp is your only source of light, hope, in a way, as his shadow grows in the darkness, looming over the desk. 

“Let me in, lass' mich dein geheimnis sein…” The doorknob slowly turns with a squeak as dread and horror lurches from your stomach, up through your ashen throat and settles in your mouth in the form of a muffled sob. 

You had forgotten to lock the door.

Opening, the door squeals. Squeals like a dying mouse. The squeak of König’s well-loved hunting knife over the walls of the office sets something off in you. Something you push down, deep down, until the time is right.

“Knock, knock, lass' mich rein, lass' mich dein geheimnis sein.” He repeats over and over again as he runs the tip of the knife along the walls. 

He knows where you are, you know it: he knows exactly where you are. You’re sure he can see you. A part of you just wants him to get whatever he wants over and done with, stop with the teasing you know he’s only doing for his own enjoyment. 

A wild animal hunts because it needs to eat. A predator hunts for pleasure. 

That’s all it really is, isn’t it? Nothing more than a game of cat and mouse. Either way, you’re sure this’ll end with the blade of his knife stuck somewhere in your skin and his hands caressing your face. 

As the shadow of a Devil looms over you, the only thing you can bring yourself to do is look up fearfully. 

His dark blue irises stare down at you, stare with an emotion that was maybe once genuine love, and you can almost feel his bleach tears drip onto your tired face.

You wonder what he lost for his face to be eternally stained with sorrow. 

The knife leaves deep grooves in the desk, his hands shaking from the pressure he–almost unknowingly–puts in. 

Tears are slowly running down your face. You don’t feel them. You feel nothing but fear, and with adrenaline renewing your pulse, you finally allow yourself to move. Reaching up, pushing yourself up off the desk to stand, you put as much brute force into stabbing him as possible. You aim for his throat, the thing always that bleeds death other than the heart, but end up stabbing him in the shoulder, just missing his collarbone. You hear the flesh split and watch as it sinks through layers of shirts and vests, skin and muscle. You didn’t know if there was bone there, but you don’t think you could bear it if you felt the tip of the letter opener reach it. What you did know was that there was a major artery there, but even if you wanted to get out of this alive, you’re happy you don’t feel the blood, his blood, squirt out of the wound onto your face. 

König grunts out in pain and surprise, strong arms grabbing you from behind the desk, pulling you over, as you keep hold of the letter opener stuck in his shoulder. He almost disregards it: a fucking letter opener jammed into his shoulder, like a rock in his shoe. Just a bearable annoyance to him.

As he holds you close to his dark green tactical vest, the smell of iron, sweat and cologne burns your nose. You struggle in his vice-like grip with all you have, coughing up ash and blood while your head pounds and you see two of everything. 

“Calm yourself,” He mutters calmly, trying to get control of your hands. “Vögelchen-”

“Let go of me!” You scream out hoarsely, grabbing onto the handle of the letter opener once more and forcefully tugging it out of his shoulder. You watch as blood seeps into his layers of clothing, feel how his breath hitches against you as you tug it out. The blade drips crimson, liquid life.

You look into his eyes, his shining dark blue eyes with dilated pupils that you’re sure don’t belong in human sockets, before attempting to stab it into his throat once more. 

His gloved hands grip harshly onto your wrists as your weapon sits millimetres above his jugular, inching backwards as he forces your hands away. A sob claws through your throat along with more blood as he takes it from your grasp, throwing it across the room as you try and force your way out of his arms. 

Left, right straight ahead; you’re going to get out of here, just remember, left, right straight ahead.

“Nobody can tell you which doors are the right ones, my lost Voge.” He seems to hear your thoughts, and he tries to soothe you, his voice caging you, as you struggle with all your might as your eyes dart erratically to find some way of escape.

“Let go!” You sob out.

“You are in the labyrinth-” He growls out now, hoping to subdue your struggling as he points the shining hunting knife to your neck. 

“-Please!” You beg, tasting salt on your tongue. 

“Keiner kann dir sagen, wer die guten und die bösen sind, my lost Voge- I can, I will; you know I love you and will care-” He spouts more half understood German at you.

“And you point a knife to my throat?”

All is suddenly quiet. 

Quiet like those frigid Churches. 

Aside from his heavy breathing, he is silent. Up in his own mind, you can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking about. Maybe which way to carve you up.

You stare dead into his cat-like eyes. The paint has rubbed off them slightly, probably from sweat and breathing underneath the balaclava and mask. You feel his tightening grip around your wrist and the squeak of his leather palms. His eyes follow the tears that dribble quietly down your cheeks and the sweat that shimmers on your neck. 

“You- you often…you have often,” He stumbles for a moment, trying to find the right word, “Verbannt me from you-”

 “-Stop König, you- we don't have to do this. Just let me go-” 

“-Yet I feel your heartbeat against my chest. Can you not feel mine? They beat in tandem, Taube.” 

You stare, dumbstruck. 

No. 

No you cannot. 

How does he expect you to over the layers of clothing, let alone his tactical vest?

When you start struggling again, the hunting knife is pressed harder against your throat, and you let out a whimper in pain as you feel it slice through a small layer of your skin. Not enough for you to bleed out, bleed out like a lamb to slaughter, yet enough that moving your head up and down was now painful in more ways than one. König’s dilated pupils follow the trail of crimson quietly, intently. 

You watch him, watch for any erratic movements as you see his eyes crinkle at the corners. 

He’s…smiling. Smiling at the sight of you bleeding. 

You think, no- you know, he’s delusional. Delusional to the stage of him building a second ego, a second skin, another version of you that loves him. One that may have once lived in your bones, but now only exists inside his head. 

You think he’ll do anything to convince you that that is the real you, too. 

He moves both your wrists to one of his hands as you begin struggling again, using this as an opportunity for escape as hope blossoms in your chest again. Yet, you find yourself utterly surprised when he uses his now free hand to lift up his hood and tug the balaclava up.

A scar runs from the start of his jaw, through his chapped lips, and stops just before the beginning of his nose. He smiles at you, and of course, he has dimples. 

Of course Devils have to be handsome. 

His calm yet brash voice, yet again, reverberates in your chest, “Wenn ich in deine seele tauche, und dich für meine lust gebrauche, dann werd' ich deine Sinne blenden; only you can finish the game yourself.”

Suddenly, his lips meet yours and you struggle against his grip, cries of denial muffled against him. He drops the mask over your head, and for a moment you’re unsure if your concussion finally caught up to you, or if the lamp went out. 

One hand now holds a gentle grip on your chin, and the other still holds your wrists tightly; thumb slowly caressing the flesh. 

It’s soft, for a few moments, until he grows needy. Asks for more when he was never given permission to take. He presses you against the desk, wood digging into your back as he bites your lip. It becomes wet, more teeth than tongue, more unbridled want than love.

You can’t tell if he sighs or moans, lewdly, into it.

As you stare wide-eyed into the void where his face should be, you wonder if love was meant to taste like brimstone.  -------------------

Well, this was fun. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it as much as I did writing it! I haven't written properly in a while, so, I guess you could also call this writing practice as well as self-indulgent. I apologize if I messed up with any of the German; I'm going off of song lyrics and translators.

Translations:

Du kommst hier nicht mehr raus = You can’t get out of here

Maus = Mouse

Lauf', voge, lauf', so schnell du kannst = Run, dove, run as fast as you can

Du weißt nicht mehr, wer du bist, Taube; du weißt nicht mehr, was liebe ist = You don’t know who you are anymore, dove, you no longer know what love is

Dein Spiegelbild hat sich entstellt, niemand ist hier, der zu dir hält = Your reflection has been distorted, there is no one to stand by you

Bitte = Please

Lass' mich dein geheimnis sein = Let me be your secret

Lass' mich rein = Let me in

Vögelchen = Birdie

Voge = Dove

Keiner kann dir sagen, wer die guten und die bösen sind = Nobody can tell you who the good guys and the bad guys are

Verbannt = Banished

Wenn ich in deine seele tauche, und dich für meine lust gebrauche, dann werd' ich deine Sinne blenden = When I dive into your soul, and use you for my lust, then I’ll blind your senses

[i-write-things]

ICH Stelle mir immer gerne vor wie ich mit chrollo über Religion diskutiere ( kein hate an irgendeine Religion) ich würde schon so schwarzen Humor bringen....ihn mit einer Bibel schlagen weil es war Gottes willen😂. Und das er ein sündiger ist und bleibt, da kann er sich noch so raus reden 👀

German:

(Es tut mir leid, wenn mein Deutsch nicht gut ist, ich verwende dafür nur Google Translate, also seien Sie hier ruhig.)

Chrollo, ob er ein Yandere ist oder nicht, würde gerne mit Ihnen über Religion diskutieren. Es ist etwas, das er interessant findet. Er findet es faszinierend, wie Menschen interpretieren, was nach dem Tod geschieht. Entscheiden sie sich eher für eine Religion, die sie tröstet, oder für etwas Brutaleres? Vielleicht glauben sie an die Wissenschaft oder an gar nichts. Auf jeden Fall liegt ihm das Thema sehr am Herzen und er ist bereit, seine Meinung zu jeder Religion zu diskutieren.

Wenn man ihn jedoch mit einer Bibel schlägt, würde es meiner Meinung nach anders verlaufen. Wenn du ihn scherzhaft damit schlägst, wird er wahrscheinlich leicht kichern und weitermachen. Wenn man ihn jedoch ernsthaft mit einer Bibel schlägt (ich gehe einfach von Yandere Chrollo aus, denn warum sollte irgendjemand dem armen Normalbürger Chrollo jemals weh tun?), wäre er wirklich verwirrt und würde versuchen herauszufinden, was er falsch gemacht hat und wie er reagieren soll . Schlagst du ihn, weil du wütend bist? Was hat er falsch gesagt? Egal warum oder zu welcher Schlussfolgerung er kommt, er wird gleich reagieren. Er wird einfach aufstehen, als ob nichts gewesen wäre (denn es würde überhaupt nicht schaden, wenn man ihm eine Bibel zuwirft) und fragen, ob ihm das schaden sollte. Wenn Sie „Ja“ sagen, wird er selbstgefällig grinsen und herablassend Ihren Kopf reiben und (versuchen), Sie auf die Stirn zu küssen, bevor er die Bibel in die Hand nimmt und sie Ihnen reicht. Wenn Sie Nein sagen, fragt er nur, warum Sie es nach ihm geworfen haben. Wenn Sie ihm sagen, dass es Gottes Wille war, werden sich seine Lippen zu einem leichten Lächeln verziehen und er wird leise lachen, bevor er Ihnen die Bibel zurückgibt. „Wie ich schon sagte…“, beginnt er, während er versucht, das sehr interessante Gespräch fortzusetzen. English: (The ask said, "I always like to imagine myself discussing religion with chrollo (no hate to any religion), I would already bring such black humor…. beat him with a Bible because it was God's😂 will. And that he is and remains a sinner, he can still talk 👀 his way out of it")

(Sorry if my German isn’t well, I’m just using Google Translate for this, so just bare with me here.)

Chrollo, wether he’s a yandere or not, would love to discuss religion with you. It’s something he finds interesting. He thinks it’s intriguing how people interpret what happens after death. Do they go for more of a religion that comforts them, or something more brutal? Perhaps they believe in science, or nothing at all. Either way, he’s very invested in the topic, and is willing to discuss his opinions on any religion. 

If you hit him with a bible, however, I thinks would go in different ways. If you jokingly hit him with it, he’ll probably chuckle lightly and move on. However, if you hit him with a bible genuinely, (I’m just gonna assume Yandere Chrollo because why would anyone ever hurt poor regular Chrollo?) he’d be really confused, trying to figure out what he did wrong and how to react. Are you hitting him because you’re angry? What did he say wrong? No matter why or what conclusion he comes up with, he’s going to react the same. He’ll just stand up as if nothing happened, (because this would not at all be hurt by a bible being thrown at him) and ask if that was supposed to harm him. If you say yes, then he will smugly smirk and condescendingly rub your head and (attempt) to kiss your forehead before he picks up the bible and hands it to you. If you say no, he just asks why you threw it at him. When you tell him it was god’s will, his lips will perk up into a slight smile and he will laugh softly before handing the bible back to you. “As I was saying…” He starts, as he tries to continue the very interesting conversation.

[bella-goths-wife]

Hi! Can you do slashers with a german s/o, please?

I really love your blog! ❤❤

Slashers with a German S/O

Michael Myers:

You met Michael when you moved into the Myers old home

You had moved to America with some friends when You all aged out of foster care and decided to travel

Michael originally wanted to kill you and almost succeeded until you started yelling words he didn’t understand

Michael was raised without a proper education so he didn’t really know other languages existed for a while

You officially confused him out of killing you

After that he stayed around to observe you to see if you were different from other people because of your nationality

He eventually fell in love with your personality and you taught him many things about your home

You taught him the history of your country and the traditions you have such as Kaffee und Kuchen

It was basically tea with friends and was time for you all to stop working as hard and relax with each other

This does mean you had to kick Michael out for a few hours

Overall Michael finds you interesting and wants to keep you around for around

Bo Sinclair

You and Bo met when you and your child moved to America for a new start after an abusive relationship you experienced with your sons father

You moved to Ambrose and were instantly smitten with it

That was until you had a problem with your car

You took it into Bo’s shop after a man recommended it to you

Bo talked to you very slowly and treated you as if you were an idiot

When you chose not to answer Bo’s condescending questions, he assumed you couldn’t understand

So he asked Lester how to say something about your car

And Lester decided to tell him a word which actually meant “I’m an dickhead” but what Bo thought it meant was “wrong parts”

So when this very tall intimidating kept saying he was a dickhead in an impatient tone you couldn’t help but burst out laughing

When you cleared it up for Bo you also gave him a telling off for being condescending to you

After that incident bo asked you on a date which quickly turned into a full blown relationship

He even secretly learned German so he could understand your son better and be able to communicate with you and him in your own language so you wouldn’t miss your home too much

Vincent Sinclair

You met Vincent when you were travelling the world to gather inspiration for you debut painting that you would present at your prestigious university to hopefully kickstart your future career and get plenty of buyers

The house of wax was another stop on your tour of art

You were intrigued by the art and wax figures

Everything was so beautiful and made you feel sparks of emotion every time you looked at one

Unbeknownst to you, Vincent watched you as you admired his art and it moved him to tears

You saw his meanings perfectly and he felt as though you saw into his very soul

When you spotted him you complimented his works and explained that you were on a tour of art and his was the one to reach you the most

You talked to him for hours about how you admired Albrecht Durer because of his styles and appreciated that he was also German and you wanted to make a name for yourself the way he did

After that Vincent and you started a fling for the week you were staying in Ambrose

When you tried to break it off because you wanted to move to your next location, he knocked you out and kidnapped you

You begged him to let you go, you wanted to live, you wanted to make a name for yourself

He assured you that you would still paint, he locked you in the basement with a canvas and paints and expected you to paint for him

You did your debut painting and Vincent sent it to your university

Only it was no longer your debut painting, it was now a memorial painting to mourn the death of someone who had great potential

Your potential will now be carried on in the house of wax

Thomas Hewitt

You met Thomas after he found you wondering around the village lost

You asked him if he could help you find a way to a phone to call your mother

You and her were doing a road trip of America but you got separated after your car wouldn’t start so you offered to walk around to find help and bring them back to the house you were staying in

Thomas saw this as an easy meal so he offered to walk you to his house so you could call for a car service and call your mother

As you walked with him you explained that you were almost finished with culinary school and that you wanted to open your own restaurant one day

He listened intently how German recipes focus heavily on bread, potatoes, and meat, especially pork, as well as plenty of greens such as types of cabbage and kale. Cake, coffee, and beer are all highly popular elements of German cuisine too and that you wanted to feature these elements in your own restaurant

When you reached the house you insisted on cooking the family dinner because of how much trouble you caused them

They cautiously accepted and gave you free reign of the kitchen

You made them Sauerbraten

They looked at you confused and you explained that Sauerbraten is a traditional German roast of heavily marinated meat. It is regarded as a national dish of Germany, and is frequently served in German-style restaurants internationally. It can be prepared from a variety of meats, most often from beef, but also from venison, lamb and mutton, pork and horse but the meat you used from the fridge felt different so you had to slightly improvise

Hoyt complained about the ‘foreign’ food but quickly shut up when Thomas shot him a glare, which Luda may noticed

This caused her to slip sleeping pills into your drink and you chain you to a bed in the basement, all to make her Tommy happy

You screamed and cried for weeks, you wanted to leave so badly

Your dreams were being ripped away from you and it was traumatic and unfair

The Hewitts made it clear that you either cook for them or become food

You became they’re live in cook and Tommy’s pretend wife

He was obsessed with you when you were cooking, it looked as though you were transforming yourself into a different universe entirely

You got your dream to feed people, it even came with a sweet husband and the constant pressure for children from Luda may

Asa Emory

Asa met you when you moved to America to study Entomology

You got put into his class and quickly became his favourite student

At first he saw his interest in you as a platonic love of your personality, he saw you as a younger version of him

His platonic feelings quickly turned romantic when you started to attend his office hours and things got intimate

He loves your accent

He loves the thickness of it and how you pronounce words could make him fall in love

He once caught some of his other students mocking you for not remembering the English word for something

He tortured them for hours because no one is allowed to mock his future wife

When he does marry you, he expects you to give up all of your customs and culture

He can’t have you be his little American housewife if your holding on to your past

Baby firefly

Baby met you when she was on the run from the FBI

Otis and her were sent to Germany until things calmed down

She went to a bar and found you

You were involved with a local criminal so you were pretty untouchable by anyone

She just found you so beautiful

She chose to befriend you to find out more about you

She learnt that you enjoyed fashion

You loved to dress baby up in the most beautiful outfits and throughout the time you spent together you both began to fall for each other

She killed off the criminal who was involved with you and you both began dating

The only problem was when she wanted to move back to America

You refused, you loved your life in Germany too much to give it up

Baby couldn’t have that

She kidnapped you and kept you locked up in the attic of the old firefly house

She gave you a sewing machine and told you that you could make clothes for her again

She kept you in the attic for years, sometimes forgetting to feed you for days at a time

When baby is arrested, there was no one to look after you

Tiny eventually let you go out of pity and you escaped back to Germany to live a good life

Baby assumed you died and mourned you for years

She even had a gravestone put into the backyard for you

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[yandere-daze]

I love it!! I think you really hit the nail on the head here, Klavier would be clingy and delusional but deep down he does kind of realize that this isn't right because of his strong morals.

Omg I love the thought of him just composing like 20 songs that are so obviously about you and his band mates just groan whenever he brings another one of his new songs they just have to learn how to play know

Hi there, hope you're doing well! May I request some Klavier Gavin general headcanons? Thanks in advance☺!!! I love the aesthetic here by the way 👀

･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐁𝐄

[♡]ー ꒱・！CHARACTER！:: KLAVIER GAVIN.

✧.* gender/pronouns ─ 'You' pronouns

✧.* prompt ─ Yandere Klavier Gavin Headcanons

✩.* note ─ I'm doing fine thank you mod 'thena, hbu, but tadaa here it is!! I tried my best to get his character on point so sorry if there were some lines that weren't like him (￣□￣」) but overall I think this is pretty good, AND THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT I APPRECIATE IT VERY VERY MUCH (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡♡♡♡

✩.* TRIGGER WARNINGS ─ SPOILERS FOR AJ CASE 5, Unhealthy Thinking, Unhealthy Action, Mentions of Mindbreak/Suic*de, OOC(?), Google Translated German (im very sorry T-T), Mention of "Fräulein" a German fem term and Lack of Privacy

• Klavier is Delusional yet so Self-Aware. Fräulein is fighting back and yelling at him? Oh, they're just probably having a bad day, here my love has some cup of tea while he sings you a love song in German on his guitar, that should probably relax you now ja? 

• Unlike his older brothers Kristoph who keeps things very secretive about any personal things, Klavier isn't ashamed to show off his liebling to the public. 

• When it comes to stalking, Klavier probably has cameras all over your town and your house, the only room he doesn't put a camera on is your restroom and bedroom. Whenever Klavier is having a bad day like his guitar broke, or even set on fire, the stage performance was horrible; the only way for him to stop nagging at his bandmates, is for him to check on you, from the cameras he installed to calm him down. 

• Klavier may be delusional but he has this little spark in him knowing that this isn't right, but can you blame him he want to be selfish once in a while, especially what happening during his brothers trails, he looked up to his brother only for the ugly truth to show up and smack him in the face, and the pain he felt hurted him till the core. So from there on he forced his delusional tendencies so he'll never feel that pain ever again. 

• Klavier loves pampering you with kisses, expensive accessories and etcetera, he's also extremely touch and hugs you and kisses you even if you're obviously uncomfortable by it and keep pushing him away. 

• Given by Klavier passion over music and as the lead singer of the "Gavinners' ' he made a whole album dedicated to you, and all the genres you liked are there, he's gonna subconsciously bring you up at every conversation he's at. Please save Ema and Daryan from their misery. 

• Klavier isn't one to abuse his power as a singer and a prosecutor because he has a very strong sense of morals, but if he ever finds out that you have a lover, his strong sense of morality breaks like brittle guitar strings, he wouldn't hesitate to sweet talk your way out of that relationship, but if you're that loyal to your lover he will have to take a bigger step. Klavier is obviously a famous celebrity both in the media and the law world, and everything he does may have an impact, so imagine one day a very famous singer and prosecutor spread some nasty things about your lover, it will spread like wildfire. And with that, it can ruin both of your reputations, but Klavier so graciously wasn't done yet. Klavier knows that his older brother; Kristoph is a bad person, but he learned one crucial fact about him during his trial, "Once you start it, you must finish it no matter what, "which means he's not done yet. After spreading nasty stuff about your lover that may have caused them to lose their job, your lover will be blackmailed to break up with you or just push into insanity, to commit suicide.

• Klavier may be mostly shown as a cool, nice, "go with the flow" kind of a guy, but deep down his down to perfection, like shown in Case 3, he get pissed even in the smallest detail. So when he's gonna kidnap you, he's making a plan, he knows your schedule so he knows what time and day to strike at you and kidnap you but when something minor happens like you going to the convenience store even though you should be at your house right now, he's going to stop at his plan and do it another day. 

• Klavier thinks he's not that clingy he thinks to himself, but in reality, if he doesn't have or feel your touch in less than a second, everyone around him must have to deal with a whiny and kind-off rude Klavier, so most of the time his co-workers always convince you to always be with him.  himself is harmless to you, but if he would harm everyone else around him just for your touch he yearns for it.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Animal Farm: Tuesdays

Three Yandere Dog Men x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, knotting, nonhuman genitals, cum swallowing, spitroasting, biting, male harem, dog men, reader fucked silly, general yandere behavior, licking, scent marking Word Count: 555 (The next long awaited installment in my farm series. I hope you all love it. <3 I did not bother having this beta read, sorry for any mistakes. The original fic can be found HERE along with the links to the other installments)

You were still tired from the thorough orgy that the harpies had given. At least they provided you with plenty of gentle aftercare. But now it was Tuesday. And that meant that you were the property of the dog-men. Another day in the endless cycle of being a cumdump for horny monster men. You really dreaded time with the dogs. They always ended up biting the hell out of your neck. You entered the small cabin that the dog men inhabited and one of the cat men, Lionel, came stumbling out with a dazed look on his face and cum dribbling down his thighs. Good… maybe that would mean there urges were already taken care o- Your train of thought was interrupted when you were thrown on the bed by the most assertive of the three dog men, the one that had the ears and tail of s German Shepherd, Thorn. His claws slid under your waist band and partially pulled down to reveal your hole which he lapped at like a treat. “Fuck, I have been waiting a week for this farmer~” Apparently breeding Lionel did nothing to quell the desire to bury their knots in you. When he got tired of fucking you with his tongue he slid his dick in to the base, the bone in it jabbed you painfully until it mercifully swelled to full size. The stretch was only mildly uncomfortable. After bringing you to climax his knot inflated in you and kept the two of you tied with him periodically humping gently to enjoy the sweet friction against his knot as he plied you full of his hot seed. He gave your neck a quick bite before sliding out of you and then before you knew it one of the other two, this time the husky-like dog man, Corr, was slamming into you. But the third, Len, the fluffy one that had the features of a Newfoundland, couldn’t wait his turn. So while Corr was busy breeding your overstimulated hole Len took it upon himself to slide past your soft lips. The smell of his musky cock filled your nostrils as his nuts slapped your chin with every thrust. You whimpered and moaned lustfully into his cock as Corr started to knot you. Corr bit you on your shoulders and back as he began the long process of slowly depositing cum in waves into you as dog men did. Your body shook as you came again, but you started gagging a bit as Len knotted in your mouth. His dick twitched periodically as it sent another wave of bitter cum down your throat, leaving you no other option but to swallow. If you thought you were done you were sorely mistaken. Thorn had gotten hard again and plunged his cock right back into your now cum-lubed hole the second Corr had pulled out of it. A few hours later, when the fuck fest was finally done, the dog men all turned very loving and gentle. They licked you clean of their seed and bathed you, but they rubbed your clothes with their scent before allowing you to get dressed again. They spent the rest of the day feeding, cuddling, and caring for their little mate who was too dazed and tired from all the sex to really do much.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Short Stories:

I Bet on Losing Dogs

Yandere Bodyguard x Fem Model Reader

TW: toxic relationship, yandere themes, delusional behavior, endless and unbreakable cycle, Angst, mentioned smut, friends with benefits, etc.

“Sie sind so schön (you’re so beautiful).” Günter smiled into the kiss he placed on (your name)’s bare shoulder. His muscular arms wrapped around her while his hands massaged her back. Günter was thrilled she allowed him into her bed again after, yet another, heart break.

“You know I don’t speak German.” (Your name) grumbled into her pillow. The young woman knew it was a horrible mistake to always bring Günter into her bed, but he never failed to make her feel desired.

“Mein Liebling, how about I fetch us some breakfast?” Günter rose up from the bed so he could slip on his boxers and pants. (Your name) blushed at how muscular his body was, but she knew all she felt towards her bodyguard was lust. Günter was far too possessive to be her partner… yet she feared being alone.

Günter was a selfless lover who always put her needs before his own. It didn’t matter that his appearance was intimidating, this man could make her come undone in minutes. He knew everything about her, facts she hadn’t even shared with her closest of friends.

“That sounds lovely, thank you-“ (your name) was shocked when Günter placed a kiss on the top of her forehead.

“Ich liebe dich.” Günter’s voice was barely above a whisper. His icy orbs filled with so much love, (your name) thought she would drown. Perhaps she had underestimated Günter’s devotion to her… because although she spoke no German, she knew he had told her that he loved her. This man oozed love from the cracks of his very soul and a powerful desire to be loved in return. It was overwhelming.

“I know you do. (Your name) gave him the faintest of smiles, her eyes filled with sadness. All of her relationships ended up doomed, all but Günter. And this man’s desperation to be loved back tugged at her heartstrings.

Was it wrong to want to bet all of her money on this losing dog?