#johan liebert fanfic

[riewritten]

TWO FACED MONSTER

JOHAN LIEBERT x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

WORDS: 300

TAGS: identity theft, manipulation, obsessive tendencies

The moonlight peeking through the apartment window panes augments the serene beauty of your roommate, who has been watching you sleep for as long as he can remember. It’s a newfound hobby, perhaps, as he doesn’t get the chance to look at you this close when he’s neither wearing a wig nor embracing Anna’s femininity, which then allows him to break down your walls.

You had a bad day today, and even though Johan barely listened, it paved the way for him to suggest sleeping beside you under the guise of making you feel better. You give him a look of appreciation and then nod meekly as you shyly admit that it would indeed make you feel better.

It’s always been like that for Johan—or Anna, as you call him.

He took time washing up—or so he reasoned out—so he could spend his beauty moment at the bathroom concealing his jawline that he deems masculine, doubling up his silicon pads in case a circumstance comes where you'd hug him and snuggle on his chest, and refilling his wig adhesive because, for the longest time he had watched you during nighttime, he saw how fidgety you were while asleep. He doesn’t mind that, really, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

As you tuck yourself into bed, Johan is done internalizing Anna’s psyche. Anna then lies down and hoists your hair up to your head’s crown, sending tickles. The squeak you let out made Anna chuckle.

While telling him all sorts of stories, you giggle midway, feeling a lot like a teenager at their first pajama party with best friends. Anna assures you amicably, “I’m willing to do this as much as you want if it’d make you feel better.”

“Oh please no. Once I get a partner, they’d be so jealous of you.”

She hums, almost a whisper, tiptoeing so she could sound perfectly comforting, “Then you might as well not find anyone other than me.”

You roll your eyes and joke back, “Mm’kay, your wish is my command.”

Little do you know, he’s not in any way joking around. Perhaps this fleeting tranquility and the moonlight doing their wonders to help lower your guard at his presence is none but a measly reparation for the damage he’d inflict on your heart once you realize his tomfooleries.

Nonetheless, it doesn’t matter to him that you only favor his physique as a woman. He wouldn't mind if you could only look at him fondly if he were called Anna. After all, he’s Anna and Anna is him. And names are not important. And sooner or later, no one in this world would know you by your name anymore. Once you're awakened from the fact that Anna is a two-faced monster fooling you, you’d have nobody else besides him, no one to call you by your name but him. By then, much to his anticipation, as the scenery of the doomsday comes, you would have no choice but let him engulf you.

continuation of the drabble inspired by @/504PY's art >w<

if you like this then consider giving oil well fires a read :D it's almost the same as this but... longer. lol

[riewritten]

CRYING. CYING CRYINNGSNDJGNDNR!!!?!?@#?@ first johan liebert fan art, a MAJESTIC one at that, dedicated to my fic‼😭💘 yOU ARE SUCH A GREAT ARTIST what the hell?!?!?! LIKE THE LINES?!?!? THE SHADING AND COLORING STYLE?? delicious. SUPERB. i will eat ur art 1000/10

now i CAN definitely imagine johan shamelessly huffing a lil cig at YOUR bathroom door (the audacity of this bitch!!!) after removing his anna liebert costume, make up, and all because he's confident not even the stink of cigarette smoke could wake his favorite roommate up 😔✊ he had spent a lot of nights observing you sleep to know that much, after all.

the only con is that he'd have to clean the ashes along with his make up kit among many other things. you see, it's actually quite apparent to notice that someone had smoked inside your bathroom—there would be ashes on the floor, the stinky smell would stick to the tiles, and it would all be piled up with your annoyance to whoever the fuck would break into your house while you're sleeping just to do such an abhorrence.

but johan, this unhinged man, is living off the thrill of being caught, of being noticed and known by you—well, much to his denial of his own existence. he thinks it's just his self-destructive tendencies at work, but deep inside you should know that this fucker is sometimes disgustingly filled with satisfaction during scenario-buildings—an event where you could see him all bare and exposed, a point in time where the monster lays itself bare to the one who interests him most. oh, you'd be so terrified. perhaps your whole world would crumble, even. he sure knows it would—that is in accordance to his will—for the monster, for the first time in his life, wants to have a tumultuous impact towards another living being.

he doesn't know the reason why, though. this is the first time the monster inside him took this type of interest towards someone.

HERE'S THE OIL WELL FIRES FANFIC for those who haven't read it yet btw <333

@riewritten caught johan getting out of drag

kept procrastinating on this cuz i kept nitpicking but i need to work on my perfectionism so i went ahead and tried to finish it instead of throwing it in the WIP dungeon LOL. now go read “oil well fires” by riewritten. genuinely the best johan fic i’ve read and i can’t wait to read the future chapters 🙏🙏

[sweetlywriting]

Normal

Johan Liebert x reader

Synopsis-You’re a college student struggling to keep up with the work of your prestigious law school, luckily an intelligent man named Johan Liebert has volunteered to tutor you.

A/N-gn reader, sfw as always, surprisingly no violence for a Johan piece lol, I’ll write another part of people like this.

He seemed very normal, but deep inside he had always struck you as an enigma.

You went to the same college. It was a old and presitigous law school and you were barely passing, having hit the lows of college. That was when you first noticed him. He was first to arrive and last to leave the class. He knew all the answers and was practically invisible. But far more importantly, after school tutoring was required after failing so many classes. You held your head in shame walking to meet your new tutor, not happy to get lectured by one of your pretentious classmates who probably bought their way in.

“You’re Johan right?”

"Yes. I will be tutoring you until the next exams"

He had a smooth coyish voice and a measured smile. There was just something about him that felt affinitic and made you want these quick criminal law study sessions last so much longer. His help really was raising your grades, but that only meant that you’d see him less. So you painstakingly circled D when you knew it was A. And it worked. Your professor shook his head and assigned you another semester worth of tutoring. This time twice a week much to your excitement.

“It seems I’m not quite as effective teacher as I thought I was.” He said sighing.

“No-“ You started to rebuke him only to see that if he knew it was working and you just acting like a school kid over some silly crush, he’d likely stop tutoring you.

“Hm? Is there some other reason for your failure this semester?” He said with a small smile.

You swallowed. Was it that obvious? It was as if he could read your mind but instead of simply telling you, he wanted you to tell him yourself in the most complicated and equally uncomfortable way possible.

“I think it’s just the administrative law that I’m struggling on.” You said with a nervous laugh.

His face flickered through emotions you didn’t recognize but he eventually put his usual smile on and brought out a administrative law textbook. Phew. You had gotten away with it but wouldn’t likely be as lucky next time.

It felt a little silly, but you had started to wear the colors that matched what he had worn to the lectures, and showing up early so you could sit closer to him, and even looked for his name on the club sign up sheets, just to see if you could catch a glimpse of him and his ever mysterious personal life. He was addictive, the way he walked, the way he talked. You had never met someone quite like him.

There was a pop quiz on Friday and some nice senior had luckily tipped you off, so here you were studying with Johan.

While you had failed so you could spend more time with him, you worked hard to get here and certainly didn’t want to get kicked out.

“Administrative law, isn’t something that usually lawyers deal with because they directly challenge a law or order created. Cases like these take a while to get resolved and have a plethora of rules.”

“What type of lawyer do you want to be?” You blurted, interrupting his sentence and tearing his eyes from the textbooks and folders and notes littered on the table.

“Hm?”

“I was just curious I mean you’re proficient in almost all of the different types you could choose whatever you find the most interesting-“

“I don’t want to be a lawyer.”

You blinked dumbly back at him. But before you ask he already responded.

“Can I ask you something?”

“S-sure”

He leaned over the table, hands on both sides of your chair as he casually moved a strand of your hair back and whispered in your ear.

“Have you ever thought of becoming something bigger? Something more . . . unorthodox?”

He slid a folder from underneath the others closer to you and you peered at the hundreds of newspapers clippings, and the crime on each one.

"I hope one day, you can understand.”

His lips grazed your ear for only a second, leaving you in a confused daze.

Perhaps not normal.

[celesthysaturn]

But who is Anna Liebert, after all? It makes me confused to know if she is Nina the monster version or the female Johan version. Well, for me, she is someone with Johan's personality and Nina's body, as if was the 3rd twin that never existed or was formulated in Johan's imagination when he disguised himself as Nina

[malware-180]

Johan Liebert Headcanon| When you are on your period

@siaaasstuff this is for ya!

✨･ ｡☆∴｡　*　･ﾟ*｡💖･　　･ *ﾟ｡　　 *　 ･ ﾟ*｡･ﾟ★｡

-Liebert gets sanitary pads, tampons and everything you need so you don't leave your house to buy these things.

-He makes sure that you feel as comfortable as possible. He buys you remedies to counteract colic because he doesn't like to see you writhe in pain.

-Do you like Japanese peanuts? Do you want a pizza with mushrooms? You have to know that your handsome boyfriend will indulge your every whim. Especially when it comes to junk food.

-Johan is going to deposit kisses on your face with the purpose of making you feel loved. Usually girls feel sensitive these days, so he understands that you need love in your hypersensitive stage.

-Your bad mood or spontaneous crying is not something that surprises him. In reality, the nihilistic blond is waiting for that and he finds it cute but of course he prefers to step aside because it's useless to deal with you frustrated.

-Often when you are going through your period Johan will snuggle up to you, hugging you from behind and loving you with this act. You see, he hates physical contact. You and his sister are exceptions. Value this well, please.

-After those difficult days, the boy with the melancholy look is going to take you for a walk. He adores you and it's the least you deserve (even if he doesn't repeat it verbally often).

✨･ ｡☆∴｡　*　･ﾟ*｡💖･　　･ *ﾟ｡　　 *　 ･ ﾟ*｡･ﾟ★｡

[klmwrites]

Wholeheartedly begging Noaki Urasawa to write a Monster AU in which Tenma teams up with Johan to stop Anna/Nina from her murder spree

[hinami-only]

Frostbitten Peonies

"Do you believed in miracles, Johan-san?" i asked

"I dont" He replied

"Why?" I asked, puzzled by his response

"Miracles, as humans perceive them, often necessitate human action or intervention. It's a term humans created to avoid grappling with the complexities of the seemingly impossible." he explained, gazing at the sky ahead, i can't seem to read his mind

I was left stunned. "Intelligent people really scares me..."

"its just that normal human lacks logic. " he respond, his words landing with a sharp sting. Ouch.

"Seems like I'm lacking in that department" i chuckled softly

Silent then surrounds us.

I glanced at him. His eyes fixed on the clear sky above. I can see his eyes, but i am still unable to read his mind. As always.

"You're right, Johan-san... Humans really do lack of logic. Humans really like to rely on someone or something. Yet, that's the essence of being human. A humans life are empty without seeking the help from the other. Human lives are made richer by relying on others. So, it's understandable on why humans seek miracles since dependence is what keeps them going."

I noticed that Johan became silent. I glanced at him, he's already staring at me, then i notice a smile slowly spreads across his face.

"Looks like you've finally put that brain of yours to good use. But I was only joking, I didn't expect you to take it so seriously, dumbo" he teased, his laughter filling the air as he clutched his stomach.

I turned red from embarrassment as i realized that he was just teasing me this whole time.

His laughter echoed throughout the garden, and his hand remained pressed against his stomach, which annoyed me.

But.

Seeing him laugh so genuinely for the first time made him seem more human, like he was dropping his usual fake act.

Despite my initial anger, I chose to let it go for now. Since there would be plenty of time to be angry with him in the future.

BANG

Plenty of time?

Enough time?

Are you fucking kidding me?

One bullet was all it took to bring me to my knees.

I, a proud and egoistic woman, was brought down by a crazy man's bullet?

Funny.

I gazed at my wounded stomach in horror, the weight of my mistake crashing down on me. Our baby.

I groaned in pain, wishing I had stayed home instead of following Johan.

Another shot rang out, sending me laying to the ground.

"Fuck" i grieved, holding my stomach

Lying there, questions flooded my mind.

What would happen to my baby? Our baby? Johan's Baby? Johan?

I cant die. He may seem not like it but Johan relies on my cooking, he won't eat anything made by others, he will starved. Who would look after him? A maid? Thats ridiculous, he wouldn't trust anyone, not even his so-called "friends".

It all seemed so absurd, and I chuckled weakly.

I really am stupid. Right, Johan-san?

My head is starting to ring, then as my eyes are starting to get blurry, a shadow towering me, with a gun in hand.

"Is two shots not enough?" I spat, my voice strained. This greedy bastard.

My eyelids grew heavy as I clutched my stomach, our baby's last protection.

As I faded into darkness, I glimpsed at the menacing grin on the crazy man's face.

A Monster?

Hah...

BANG

[boredmezzosoprano]

What if…

What if in Another Monster, while he was on the run Johan became disfigured somehow (or did it to himself?) and thus was no longer able to tempt people with his looks and slowly from there starts to gain some humanity? Oh the artist who created the bottom picture is called soybeanbokchoi 💖

[somin-yin]

Johan seducing Light:

For context: This takes place after Johan betrayed Light and neither of them could kill each other so Light took him prisoner.

WARNING: It gets NSFW in the middle so read ONLY if you're over 18.

As soon as they arrived at the penthouse, Light pushed Johan inside and closed the door behind them. The view from the windows was breathtaking, and Johan couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion.

"What is this place, Light?" Johan asked, turning to face him.

"This is where you'll be staying from now on," Light said, a dark glint in his eyes. "Consider it your prison until I can figure out what to do with you. And don't bother trying to escape. There's no way out of this penthouse that I haven't already thought of."

Johan just looked at him, the gears of his mind working to create a plan to either win Light back or to get out of there. He could notice that there was still tension and attraction between them and he knew that he could use it to his advantage. He walked towards Light, his heart racing in his chest. And before Light could react, Johan reached up and grabbed him by his tie, pulling him in for a fiery kiss.

Light was caught off guard, but he soon found himself responding to Johan's kiss with the same fervor. Johan's lips were soft and insistent against his, and Light wasn't able to resist the other man's passion. He leaned into the kiss, deepening it as he wrapped his arms around Johan's waist but then his rational side took over, and he pulled away, pushing Johan back.

"Stop it, Johan," Light said in a firm tone. "You know that we can't do this. Not anymore."

Johan's face fell, and he looked at Light with a mixture of longing and disappointment. "Don't you miss me, Light?" he asked softly. "Don't you still have feelings for me?"

Light hesitated for a moment, his mind filled with conflicting emotions. He did miss Johan, more than he cared to admit, but he couldn't let himself be vulnerable again. He couldn't let Johan know that he still had feelings for him.

"No," he finally said, his voice cold and harsh. "I don't miss you, Johan. And I don't have feelings for you anymore."

Johan knew that Light was lying, that he was just trying to protect himself, but he couldn't help the ache in his heart. Johan took a deep breath and looked at Light with a sad smile. "Okay," he said quietly. "I understand. If you don't want me, then I won't insist anymore."

Light's expression remained cold and distant, but Johan could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. He knew that Light was struggling with his feelings, just as he was.

Suddenly Light took a step closer to Johan. "Don't think for a second that you can manipulate me, Johan," he warned, his voice sinister.

Johan's eyes flashed with a sudden determination. "I'm not trying to manipulate you, Light. I just don't want you to come regretting your decision later."

Light raised an eyebrow, studying Johan carefully. He could sense that there was something else going on in Johan's mind, something he wasn't saying. He felt a flicker of unease in his chest, but he pushed it away. He couldn't let himself be swayed by Johan again.

"You're wasting your time, Johan," he said, turning to leave the penthouse. "I won't regret anything. There is no room for sentimentality."

Meanwhile Johan's mind raced with a plan. He would seduce Light, he would make him want him again, no matter what it took. But he knew he had to be careful, he couldn't let Light suspect what he was doing.

Johan watched as Light walked towards the door, his heart sinking with every step. He knew that he needed to act fast, before Light left the place and he lost his chance.

"Wait," he called out, "I need to take a shower."

Light stopped in his tracks and eyed him suspiciously, his mind immediately jumping to the possibility that Johan might try to escape or do something while he was in the shower.

As if reading his mind, Johan shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. "I just want to freshen up a bit," he said. "I don't want to give you any reason to doubt me so you can watch over me if you want to."

Light was clearly not convinced. "Fine. I'll be watching you. But don't try anything stupid," he finally said, his voice hard.

Johan nodded, hiding his excitement. This was exactly what he had been hoping for.

"And don't get any ideas, Johan," Light said coldly. "I'm not going to fall for your tricks."

Johan just gave him a small, seductive smile that sent shivers down Light's spine. He knew that he was playing with fire, and that he had to resist the temptation. "Of course not," he said, his voice sweet. "But you never know what might happen."

Light hesitated for a moment, he knew that Johan was always up to something, always plotting and scheming, and he couldn't let his guard down for a moment. Finally, he followed Johan into the bathroom, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of escape routes or weapons.

Once inside the bathroom, Johan began to undress slowly, deliberately. He could feel Light's eyes on him, watching him intently as he peeled off his clothes.

As he slipped out of his shirt, Johan could see the way Light's eyes lingered on his chest, taking in the smooth, pale skin. He knew that he was having an effect on Light, that he was still desirable to him.

But he also knew that Light would never admit it, not even to himself. He was too proud, too stubborn, to admit that he still had feelings for him.

Light's inner thoughts were a jumbled mess. He couldn't believe that he was being affected by Johan's display, that he was feeling himself growing hard at the sight of Johan's naked body. He didn't want to admit that he was still attracted to the man who had betrayed him.

In his mind, Light cursed himself for his weakness. He knew that he was falling for Johan's trap, that he was being lured into a web of desire and temptation that he couldn't escape.

Johan stepped into the shower, turning on the water and letting it run over his body. He ran his hands over his chest and down his stomach, knowing that Light was watching him the whole time.

He could see the way Light was struggling to keep his composure, the way his eyes lingered on his body as if he couldn't tear them away.

Johan knew that he had to be careful, that he couldn't give too much away. But he also knew that he had to push Light, to make him see that there was still something between them.

And Light, for his part, could feel his body betraying him in ways that he couldn't control. He wanted Johan so badly, he wanted to give in to his desires and take him right there in the shower. As he felt his control slipping further, he knew he had to get out of there before he did something he would regret.

When Light left the bathroom, he couldn't shake the image of Johan's naked body from his mind. His body was on fire, and he needed release. He made his way to the bedroom, his mind filled with memories of the times he and Johan had been together. He remembered the way Johan's skin felt under his fingertips, the way he moaned when Light touched him just right. He remembered the way Johan would look at him, his blue eyes filled with yearning and desire.

Light shook his head, trying to clear the memories from his mind. He knew that he couldn't give in to Johan, not when he had already made his intentions clear. But as he sat on the bed, his hand moving frantically over his aching member, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right decision. Meanwhile, Johan remained in the bathroom, a smirk on his face as he heard the sound of Light's gasps coming from the bedroom. He knew that he had succeeded in his plan to seduce Light, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

Johan took his time in the shower, letting the warm water wash over him as he thought about what had just happened. He knew that he had managed to arouse Light, and the thought made him feel powerful. He had missed the feeling of control, the feeling of being desired, and he was determined to use it to his advantage. As he got out of the shower and dried himself off, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had managed to get under Light's skin, to make him feel things that he had been trying to bury for so long.

Johan walked out of the bathroom, wearing just a towel around his waist. He could see Light heading out towards the penthouse's door. Johan smirked at Light and asked in a sweet tone. "Do you want to join me next time?"

Light just glared at him. "Don't push your luck," he said before slamming the door and locking it.

[vorrrrrona]

У него за всю жизнь было много имен.

«Мое имя – Ганс…»

«Мое имя – Отто…»

Но было лишь одно имя, которое запоминалось и шло ему как никакое другое.

«Йохан – прелестное имя».

Тем временем по стенкам его черепной коробки эхом разносились слова, сказанные когда-то человеком, которого он бы рискнул назвать близким. Он сам не знал, что чувствует, лишь повторял себе вновь и вновь то, что услышал от него.

«Не важно, как нас зовут. Имена придумали люди, едва обретя речь, но в древние времена людям достаточно было посмотреть друг на друга, чтобы понять, что этот человек – твой друг. Твой родитель. Твоя половинка. Твой враг. Большего и не нужно. С появлением имен жизнь человечества не стала лучше. Продолжаются бойни. Продолжаются войны. Так почему же имя нам настолько необ��одимо? Потерять собственную душу – вот, что страшно».

Где-то вдалеке послышались первые раскаты грома.

Подняв холодный взгляд к небу, Йохан увидел, как город начала медленно поглощать тень от надвигающейся грозовой тучи.

Испугавшись, что книжка, которую он нес за пазухой,  намокнет, он спрятался под навес старого кафе. Присев за столик, он достал эту книжку и начал внимательно разглядывать обложку.

«Алиса в Стране Чудес. Льюис Кэрролл. Лимитированное издание».

Открыв ее на первой главе, он внимательно вгляделся в первые строки.

«Какой толк в книжке, в которой даже нет картинок? – спросила Алиса у сестры».

Затем повествование ввело нового героя – белого кролика с розовыми глазками, который проскакал мимо Алисы и удивил ее тем, что начал бормотать:

«Я опаздываю, я снова опаздываю!»

Йохан не знал, что ему чувствовать, читая эту сказку.

Единственная история, которую он помнил из детства – это «Монстр, у которого не было имени».

Эти рассказы были столь не похожи, что вызывали неоднозначные ощущения – казалось, что «Алиса» Кэрролла – это нечто из другого мира, совсем не такого, в котором привык жить сам Йохан.

Странное чувство разливалось в сердце, затем охватывая легкие, проникая в желудок и заставляя почувствовать себя живым вплоть до кончиков ногтей.

По телу пробежала легкая дрожь.

- Что это такое? – сказал он сам себе, вглядываясь в прекрасные иллюстрации, нарисованные рукой искусного художника.

Сделав глубокий вдох, он закрыл книгу и положил ее на край столика.

Его руки слегка дрожали.

Подняв голову и посмотрев на свое отражение в витрине старого кафе, он застыл в изумлении: его не покидало ощущение, что нечто потустороннее, не являющееся им самим, смотрит на него из недр собственного «Я».

Нащупав под пиджаком холодную сталь револьвера, но продолжая глядеть в глаза самому себе, он тихо произнес: «Я уничтожу то, что живет по ту сторону зеркала, и пожирает меня все больше и больше».

Почему он, читая эту добрую сказку, видел в ней нечто ужасное? Он не знал.

Что, если бы монстр поглотил е��о? Хотя… он уже сделал это.

Поэтому он знал, что чувствует Фризе каждый раз, когда осмеливается посмотреть самой себе прямо в глаза.

Ее глаза были глубокими, словно янтарь, в котором тысячи лет назад утонул маленький паучок или букашка. Он не раз ловил себя на мысли, что чувствует себя этим самым паучком, который медленно тонет и застывает в кусочке этого камня.

Его не волновали такие глупости.

Его волновала лишь одна глупость, которую может совершить Фризе, если он не поторопится.

Парень поднялся со стула, укрыл книжку пиджаком и направился в сторону одного высотного здания, куда он же и сказал ей прийти. Они должны были там встретиться, но убивать Фризе в планы пока не входило. Она еще нужна.

Когда он поднялся на крышу, Фризе уже ждала его там. Она стояла на самом краю, рискуя быть сброшенной вниз случайным порывом ветра.

Когда он подошел к ней сзади, девушка вздрогнула, но даже не обернулась.

- Ну давай уже, покончим с этим, - сказала Фризе голосом человека, у которого вот-вот случится истерика, - Стреляй. Целься в голову. Или в сердце. Я не хочу лететь вниз еще живой.

Вдруг она почувствовала на своей ладони ледяное прикосновение.

- У меня есть оружие, - сказал он, и в голосе его звучала улыбка. Такая спокойная. Умиротворенная. До жути, если рассматривать ее вкупе с сложившейся ситуацией, - но оно не для того, чтоб тебя сейчас убить. Пока еще рано, Фризе. Я очень расстроюсь, если узнаю, что ты умрешь раньше меня.

- Я уже умерла, – фыркнула Фризе, но Йохан аккуратно положил руки ей на плечи и отвел от края.

- Прекрасный вид, - сказал он, - тогда, когда мы впервые встретились на крыше, ты открыла мне глаза. Спасибо.

            Ответом ему послужило ледяное безмолвие.

- У меня есть сюрприз для тебя, - продолжил Йохан, словно ее дерзкое молчание его совсем не касалось, - Я хочу показать тебе еще одно место.

- Какое?

- Если я правильно понимаю слово «сюрприз», то в этом и суть, чтоб не раскрывать карты слишком быстро.

Фризе совсем не боялась смерти. Теперь, когда она лишилась своего творчества, своей сути, своего призвания, лица и – самое страшное, - души, ее совершенно не волновало, как именно Йохан решит с ней расправиться.

Они спустились с крыши и долго петляли по самым темным закоулкам городка, не замечая, что тучи рассеялись и теперь над их головами багровело почти что безоблачное небо.

Наконец он привел ее в одинокое заброшенное здание. Внешние стены были разрисованы вандалами, окна разбиты и заколочены поломанными досками.

Они вместе зашли внутрь. Там было абсолютно пусто. Начав вертеть головой, Фризе рассматривала помещение, пытаясь понять, что здесь такого особенного.

- Стой. Не шевелись. – вдруг приказал Монстр, и девушка, как послушная машина, замерла по его приказу, - теперь посмотри чуть левее. Да, вон в том углу.

Фризе присмотрелась. Едва ее взора донесся предательский блеск битого стекла, она обомлела от ужаса – там стояло большое зеркало. Почти такое же, какое было у нее в детстве. Такое же зеркало, как то, в котором впервые появилась Элис.

- Нет! - вскрикнула девушка, которая не ожидала такого подвоха. Она ждала всего, но не этого. Ее охватила паника. Ноги подкосились, и она рухнула на колени, начав тяжело дышать. На лбу проступил холодный пот.

- Йохан, ты…

Едва она собиралась закончить фразу, как парень приложил палец к ее губам и спокойно прошептал на ухо, продолжая улыбаться, почти не меняясь в лице.

- Тише. Мы здесь, чтобы уничтожить твоего Монстра.

- У… уничтожить?..

Вдруг посреди тишины раздался щелчок. Йохан аккуратно взял ее за руку и вложил в нее револьвер.

- Ты знаешь, куда стрелять, - сказал он, помогая девушке подняться с испачканных колен. Он чувствовал, как ее колотила мелкая дрожь.

- Пойдем. Теперь моя очередь открыть глаза тебе, - он подвел ее ближе к зеркалу, следя за тем, чтоб она не использовала пистолет иначе, чем он для нее предрешил.

- Сними его с предохранителя.

Щелк.

- Теперь – прицелься.

- Но куда мне…

Йохан приложил указательный палец к ее лбу, но не отводил холодные голубые глаза от зеркала, во тьме которого отражались лишь они двое.

- Я поняла… я все поняла… - сглотнув нервный комок, сказала Фризе, и ее глаза вдруг расширились.

За секунду до выстрела в ее глазах вспыхнул огонь ненависти.

Бах!

Затем треск и визг стекла, разлетевшегося на кусочки. Точное попадание прямо в голову собственному отражению.

Бах! Бах! Бах!

Выстрелы летели один за другим, пока в кобуре не закончились патроны.

Дрожь вдруг прекратилась, но в ту же секунду Фризе почувствовала, как земля уходит и��-под ее резко ослабевших ног.

Она потеряла созна��ие и последнее, что видела Фризе перед тем, как утонуть во мраке, это единственное лицо, которое она мола различить.

Это был Монстр.

Это был Йохан.

***

Она пришла в себя через несколько часов. С трудом разлепив ослабевшие веки, она осмотрелась и поняла, что находится в больнице.

Даже лежа, Фризе ощутила, что голова снова начала кружиться, а в глазах – темнеть. Но тут ее панику прервала медсестра, вошедшая в палату.

Фризе невольно посмотрела на нее, и…

Увидела ее лицо. Не силуэт с размытыми тенями, не липкое пятно – лицо.

Фризе застыла в изумлении, потеряв дар речи.

Тем временем, медсестра подошла ближе и протянула ей какой-то сверток.

- Ваш молодой человек оставил это вам, - сказала женщина, - сказал, это подарок.

- Нет, он не мой молодой человек, он просто…

Просто кто? Друг? Нет. Она вообще не знала, с кем общалась до этих пор.

- Милый парень, я вам скажу, но маленько чудаковат, - хихикнула медсестричка, прикрыв рот ладонью, - Сказал вам передать, что будет ждать в Спокойном Доме. Что бы это значило, ума не приложу…

В свертке, переданном Йоханом, была книга – лимитированное издание «Алисы в Стране Чудес».

В нее была вложена открытка - фотография города  где-то в горах.

- Спокойный дом… - прошептала Фризе и загадочно улыбнулась тому, как резко помутнело у нее в глазах, - Я поняла. Я все поняла…

[riewritten]

subjecting you (my dearest reader) to unimaginable horrors by having The johan liebert do this to you with no malice whatsoever

he just wants you to be happy as his dear friend because you went to him one night with your grievances and an additional disclaimer "sorry for bothering you i dont have a lot of people to share this with" and he perhaps thought that, after all, the sun also gets gloomy for not reaching every crevice of the earth with its rays. what more of you, a literal amalgamation of light and kindness in his eyes?

[evilcatcreature]

The Wrong Universe (OC/Johan Liebert Fic)

I thought I'd do a pinned post for this!

I am writing a fanfiction for Naoki Urasawa's Monster. The plot is something that you'd be able to follow even if you hadn't watched/read Monster.

(this is a fanart by me)

Title: The Wrong Universe

Summary: Michael is a (fairly) normal student, until one day he meets a mysterious stranger called Johan. Michael slowly feels an obsession develop, but doesn't have the social skills to even talk to him. He doesn't realise what world he is wandering into until he finds out who Johan Liebert really is. Can he get over his obsession and save himself?

Content Warnings: Stalking, Murder/Death, Serial Killers, Drugging/Kidnapping, Psychological Themes (morality, philosophy etc.), Sexual Content (but only consensual)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50365696/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1449486358

(I'm not sure if I'll continue uploading to wattpad unless I can see that it's something people want)

[sweetlywriting]

Kirche

Johan Liebert x Reader

You were suprised as the lean blonde man slide into the pew you were currently kneeling on. Or more accurately, surprised that the devil’s incarnate could actually walk into the German Aachen cathedral without bursting into flame.

“I didn’t know you were religious.”

He said it in that charming coquettish voice, with a pleasant hum at the end, so deeply contrasting to his true nature. Such a lie too. Johan knew full well that you believed in his antithesis. And he never missed the chance to try and toy with that belief, as he had done with every other aspect of your life.

Just a week ago, at some odd hour in the night as you were on your couch swathed in blanket, eyes glued to the tv as terror and havoc occurred in the tiny metal box. That sinking feeling settled in the bottom of your stomach, knowing exactly who it was but completely unable to prove it. The dread that you had spent so much of your time with such a horrid person pained you, and the fact the horrid person was likely making dinner for the both of you felt even worse. You swallowed, just about to get up when a voice clearly spoke from next to you.

“How tragic.”

You knew he didn’t find it tragic at all, but grit your teeth and nodded, not wanting to give much reaction. Perhaps he didn’t like that, because the next thing you know his pale slender hands gently grab at the necklace buried in your tank top. A gesture that makes your heart race a little more than you want it too. You don’t dare breathe as he quietly observes the cross shaped charm on the necklace, gently brushing your collarbones with every movement. His hand finds it’s way to edge of your face, the tv news forgotten as you lean into his touch. His beautiful light blue eyes meeting yours. He comes closer gently brushing your hair behind your ear, before whispering closely.

“What a kind God you have.”

The atmosphere immediately changes, it feels as though a bucket of ice water has been poured on your head. Creating a beautiful moment only to crush it, like a child playing with sand.

“I’m just saying he’s quite . . . Forgiving. He’s so very sparing on my deeds, sometimes I wonder if he likes any of you at all. But it’s fine, I’m much more fond of you anyways. Dinner’s on the table,”

He said this a swiftly walked away, as though torturing you with words was a daily thing which in all technicality, it was.

But you didn’t want it to happen today. Not here, already in church-not now. You focused straight ahead not acknowledging Johan in the slightest, as he already had the high ground being in your last place of comfort. Somehow through a hazy amount of time, his slow manipulation and quiet comments had driven you far away from your family, friends, career, and everything else along with it, except for Johan. Leaving you to wonder for the rest of your life where exactly you fucked up and let this carry out to far.

“Why me?”

You whispered. He laughs warmly as though he’s just a normal lover entertaining your silly antics. That’s it probably looked to the few others in the church.

“Perhaps it was fate . . . Or simply God.”

You bang your head on the pew, the noise reverbs in the hollow building and in your head, long after he leaves.

[slayerxz]

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ icons - ( johan, monster).

▸ desculpe o sumiço gente 😥 e desculpa não responder as ask jajajaj, mas eu voltei 🥵👍

[a-murderous-cocoa]

Roberto being stepped by.....??? Based on this fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/43910892

[evilcatcreature]

I would like to say that but I can't honestly claim that when the character is Johan

you might like the same character as me but i like them in a far more concerning and deeply controversial way than you ever will