#tall yandere

[ilovespec]

• Yandere drug lord! who will fall in love with you at first sight, and immediately become obsessed with you.

• Yandere drug lord! who will constantly leave gifts for you in front your door. And a few months later, in your apartment. Wait, did someone hurt you? this person will disappear in a couple of hours. And it's not her fault at all, nonono..

• Yandere drug lord! Who put together a kind of "altar" from your stolen things. Elastic bands , fallen hair , a pair of panties .

• Yandere drug lord! Who will take care of you in all possible ways, and if you get into her house, you will never come out again. And it's not because you're handcuffed to the bed and you're going to be tortured every time you try to escape, but it's not going to happen, honestly.

• Yandere drug lord! Who's sad that she's not a man and can't get you pregnant...

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[ozzgin]

I like the idea of the yokai squad with a darling who's already shorter than average with their peers, so they're just miniscule next to Suma and Kiritsubo. They're all traveling and come across a fruit tree and Suma is ready to pick them but reader is like WAIT. I got this. And climbs him like a jungle gym until they're standing on his shoulders, now high enough to pick fruit

The way you described it immediately made me think of this.

[beastgoddk]

"Silly girl….if you're cold you should tell me."

[darkflames29]

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every time I go out of my room and then get jumpscared whenever I come back to see this drawing I did was diabolical...

[egg-but-with-style]

What is fear? Is it the blood pumping out from your heart and into your veins at high speeds? Is it the adrenaline keeping you running despite the ache in your legs? Is it the deep burning in your lungs as it begins to hurt to even breathe?

No. You don't think it's any of those things. It can't be any of those things.

Because the only thing that drives the adrenaline to keep flooding your system, the only thing that keeps the blood pumping, the legs running, the lungs burning, is those eyes.

His eyes.

König was never stable. You knew that. You understood that. Someone could only see death so many times and come back with their humanity intact.

He'd seen blood and viscera paint his vision. The smell of death explode in his sinuses. Gorey battlefields painted crimson, with only him standing.

Its how he got his title as Colonel after all.

So when he actually broke, finally had some sort of mental breakdown that caused him to snap the necks of half his team, you weren't really surprised. Just terrified.

Terrified as you took your bag, sneaking away from your desk with your most quiet of footsteps. He wouldn't notice the pretty and plump secretary missing from his desk, right?

You had made it just a little ways down the hallway, the lights starting to flicker slightly, when you saw him standing there.

His eyes were..well the only way you could describe it was mad. Insane, deranged. Something you had only seen when soldiers came back from a mission and still had blood caking their uniforms.

The bloodlust in his eyes..it's not a mystery why you started to run.

It's not a mystery why he started to chase.

You called yourself stupid a few times as he started to sprint down the hallway after you. You should've known a predator would chase prey. Its in a killing machines instinct!

You just told yourself you had to keep running, it didn't matter if you could physically feel him getting closer, or your legs starting to ache like they were about to explode.

You knew you couldn't fight him, he'd snapped his fellow soldiers necks like they were peanut brittle. No matter how tall and strong you were, you knew he was stronger.

It was almost funny how you could already feel the trauma of seeing such bloodshed searing itself into your mind.

You knew you'd never forget this moment for the rest of your life, though it seemed like your life was about to be cut short, so why worry?

Running through halls with flickering lights, and the only sound being your pants and footfalls, and his in almost perfect synchrony.

The exit sign being your gospel, your salvation, that maybe once you stepped out that door that someone would see and shoot könig on sight.

You kept pushing, and pushing, through anguish and pain you'd never felt before. Feeling like you were going to puke at this rate.

But your faith held true, there it was in all its holy glory. The exit door.

You rammed against the metal mechanism of the door, feeling it push in and then..it was locked.

It was locked.

You quickly fell to the floor. Your legs falling to the ground along with your hope, and it shattering with your heart.

You could barely feel yourself breathing. Too stunned by sudden hopelessness, but you could hear him.

He was right behind you, breathing in deep, controlled breaths. Why did you think you could outrun him? Why did you think you could escape when you were heaving through your breaths like a dog?

You knew what fear felt like. It was the terror and knowledge of knowing you can't run away, you can't escape. That even the people you knew can snap and turn against you.

Maybe it was fear that made you use the last bit of your energy to turn and face him. Your back now held up against your false savior.

Or maybe it was some deep need to look your would be killer in the eyes, to leave him some scar on his mind.

You saw him, and those bloodthirsty eyes. His mask soaked in bright red crimson, his fatigues in a similar state. Patches of blood from people you had only known as acquaintances warning you against your own fate.

But the stab of a knife never came, the twist of your neck between his giant hands never happened.

Instead he..kneeled. Getting down to your level, still looking you in the eye.

He reached into his pocket and you were sure he was going for his gun, a little touched that he'd want to take you out quickly.

But then he pulled out..a heart...the heart he ripped from the chest of one of his teammates, you remembered the scream, and the spray of blood.

Now it sat lifeless in his hands, presenting it to you with sick satisfaction. You knew he had a tendency to stare at you while you worked, to give you slight favor over everyone else. You thought it was because you were his secretary but-

"I love you, meine liebe..I..I couldn't let you leave..I'm sorry you had to see such a mess but..I love you.."

His eyes changed to that of a sad dogs. Wide, round and filled with tears. This is what caused all of this? Your 2 week notice? He killed atleast 6 men just because you wanted to leave!?

You wanted to scream, shriek, yell at him with all your fury, how dare he!?! How could he!?! He can't say he loves you! But all you could do was cry.

Little pathetic sobs coming from ragged lungs and a heart beating like a rabbits.

He just came closer, sitting the heart down beside you with a slick plap. He then put his bloody hand on your face, spreading viscera and gore as he rubbed away your tears with his thumb.

"Don't cry... I'll make it all better.."

He put his mouth to yours, taking his other hand and putting on the back of your head. Forcing you to kiss him. Making you taste blood. It was almost ferocious the way he stuck his tongue down your throat and pressed you lips against his.

The hand that was on your cheek was now holding your waist, gripping into the fat of your hip as he pushed himself against you, rabid for contact.

This deep desire for your love and affection, even when you were traumatized and burnt out.

Only when his lungs started to burn, and your vision started to go black at the edges he finally pulled away, letting you slump against the door, exhausted.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him pull a syringe out of his breast pocket, it having been wrapped in bubble wrap.

He pushed on the plunger just a bit, making sure no air was left. Then with all the gentleness a murderous, giant, monster of a man could muster, he poked it into your arm.

Cradling you as you felt your vision slip. Almost gentle and warm. But you only felt one thing. Fear.

[mint-yooxgi]

Fight or Flight - Yandere!Redcap!Mingi X Tall!Chubby!Reader

Fae!AU & Yandere!AU - Part of the CoDN Thrill of the Hunt Collab

Genre: Fantasy, Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Mingi X Reader

Words: 7,327

Rating: Mature - 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Please read the warnings carefully, as this is a very heavy story dealing with many dark topics. This is also all of the warnings for this fic as it is one long one shot that I had to split into multiple parts, and I'm too tired right now to individually categorize all of these warnings to their respective parts. 8 ft tall Mingi. Slow burn. Violence: depiction of a massacre, a deer being slaughtered, as well as physical, verbal, sexual, and emotional, both alluded to and not. Blood and gore. Abuse: physical, emotional, verbal, and sexual, both alluded to and implied. Assault: physical, and sexual, both alluded to, implied, and attempted. OC has a really rough past, really this isn't for the faint of heart. Whipping, both alluded to, and done. Mentions of branding. Heavy themes of possession and ownership. Deception. Arson. Really, there's a lot of dark subject matter. Mingi falls hard and fast, thus, he simps a lot for the OC, but it's not a story written by me if Mingi doesn't simp for the OC. The reader is mentioned to be both tall and chubby, but it is not mentioned often, so it shouldn't disrupt the flow of the story when ready if you are not tall and/or chubby. I think that's everything, but if I missed something, please let me know! Smut: Biting/marking, outdoor sex, fingering (fem. rec), oral (fem. rec), hand job (male rec), come eating, overstimulation, Mingi has a dig bick, sex in a spring, really, it's very soft in comparison to the subject matter. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

P.S. If there are any spelling or grammatical errors, please ignore them. I did my best through many rounds of editing, but some are liable to still slip through.

A/n: I am SO sorry this took me LITERALLY forever to complete. I meant to have this out so much earlier, and actually posted on time, but it turned out much, much longer than I ever anticipated it being. I'm really proud of how this story turned out, and I didn't want to split it into multiple parts because I felt it would take away from the story as a whole. I'm super excited for you all to read this one, as I had a tremendous amount of fun writing it, and I really hope you all love Mingi's and OC's journey as much as I do. Huge shoutout and thanks to @anyamaris and @kwanisms for listening to me ramble and rave about this story both before and during the writing process, and for always encouraging me while writing! Also, huge thank you to @sanjoongie for being so patient and understanding with me as I write this all out in full. I hope you all enjoy! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Summary: Out of one horrible situation and into another, the cycle of abuse never stops. You've lived with monsters your whole life. So, what's one more?

P.P.S. Please don't let this flop guys. If you enjoyed it, please reblog!!!

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An annoyed sigh leaves his lips at the incessant chatter he hears around him. Low whispers rise in volume until the dull buzz of voices consumes him, interrupting his post meal relaxation. Irritation mars his features, his brow tugging downwards as he pulls the broken sliver of bone he had been using to pick at his teeth with out of his mouth.

“What is with your incessant whining?” 

All Mingi had wanted to do was relax after dinner. In peace, within the confines of his makeshift encampment at the heart of his battalion, but it seems there’s been a commotion at the far edge.

“Humans, General.” One of his underlings, a vice-captain under his command, Darius, hisses. “They say they want to make a deal.”

Mingi scoffs, rolling his eyes, “Not too bright, are they?”

“When have humans ever been known to be smart?” Darius snickers.

Mingi heaves a long sigh, standing to his feet. “Given the length of this interaction, I can’t trust any of you to be competent enough to end this quickly.”

“They’re persistent, General.” He replies, flinching back as Mingi turns his sharp-eyed gaze to him.

“You let them think their words had any merit of importance to us.” The redcap general snaps. “No wonder they’re being so uncooperative.”

Striding through the encampment, the whispers finally come to a halt. A dead silence surrounds his soldiers as Mingi strolls through their ranks, eyes zeroing in on the small gathering of frail humans. Darius rushes along behind the proud general, whom stands a good eight feet tall. The tallest amongst his redcap companions.

A red sash is tied around Mingi’s bicep, alerting all to his rank within the gathered redcaps. There is a clear air of respect the others hold for him as he walks passed, holding his head high, no falter in his steps. Some even go so far as to look upon him in awe while others incline their head out of respect.

Reaching the edges of his encampment, Mingi scowls. “What’s the big idea here?”

“Ah, General!” Lias turns to him, a malicious grin tugging at the younger captain’s lips. “These humans insist on making a trade with us.”

“How did they even find us in the first place?” Mingi darts his gaze over to the three standing before him, just over the threshold of their protection line.

A woman seems to be holding another in her arms. The one with her head down doesn’t say much, but the one holding her trembles as she meets Mingi’s gaze. The male, slightly taller than the woman being held, stands a little straighter.

“We know mushroom rings will bring us where we want to be, or rather, to whom.” He replies, almost defiantly. “You just so happened to be the closest in the area.”

“Why are you wasting our time?” Mingi growls, teeth bared over much too sharp fangs.

“Please,” the woman holding the other in her arms seems desperate as she attempts to take a step forward.

That’s when he notices: the tall women is unconscious, being held up by the other. He quirks a brow, unaware a frail human such as the small one could ever be so strong.

“We just want to make a deal.” The man states, rather firmly.

Mingi’s gaze darts between the two humans.

“They want us to take their daughter for them.” Lias snorts, Darius laughing along with him. “As if we would care for such a useless mortal.”

“We know a little about your kind.” The woman continues. “Please, we know she’ll be better off here. We don’t want anything in return, just her safety.”

“She can earn her place.” The male adds. “She can look after herself, just please, take her with you.”

“We’re not about to gain something you don’t want.” Mingi retorts harshly, crossing his arms over his chest. “She has no use to us.”

“That’s not it at all.” The male is quick to shake his head, attempting to take a step towards the gathered redcaps only to be greeted by snarls and snapping fangs. He freezes. “Please-“

“We don’t need one of your kind slowing us down.” Mingi states, narrowing his eyes at the way the unconscious woman sways slightly. Honestly, he’s surprised this woman hasn’t fallen over yet, or caused the other holding her up to collapse under her seemingly dead weight.

“She won’t slow you down!” The woman is quick to protest.

“Watch your tongue, mortal.” Darius snaps. “This is no ordinary general you’re speaking to.”

The woman bows her head, cowering back and holding the other tighter to her chest. Though, due to the height difference, it looks quite awkward. A fact only echoed by the snickers Mingi can hear echo out behind him.

“Oh, come on,” Lias tilts his head slightly, a mischievous gleam in his gaze. “This could be fun. We could always use another pack mule.”

Some more snickers are heard from around the area, along with the snapping of jaws in agreement. The harsh clicking of fangs only rises in sound, and Mingi can smell the spikes of fear from the two conscious humans. A taste he absolutely revels in.

“The human would be safe with us from whatever outside forces you’re referring to.” Lias continues, his lips stretching widely over all too sharp teeth.

Mingi spares a glance around at his men, noting their sudden change in attitude. The eager gleams he sees throughout the crowd have him heaving a sigh.

“Very well,” he turns, beginning to walk away from this whole matter. He’ll let his men have their fun, and with any luck, the human will be dead come morning. “She’s your responsibility, though. If she survives.”

A cheer rises up through the surrounding redcaps as the tall women gets torn from the other’s arms and dragged across the protection barrier. Mingi thinks nothing of the way a faint smell of blood rises on the air, knowing his men are probably already having their fun after bringing the human properly into their realm. The other two have already been sent back, their memories altered forever. If they even remember having a daughter at all would be a miracle.

Entering his own private tent, Mingi settles into his favourite chair. Kicking his feet up onto a little stump, he leans back, relaxing into the evening chill that begins to settle over the land. They’ve still got a long ways to go to return to their keep, the scouting mission having taken a lot out of them. The rogue redcaps they had been hunting have all been dealt with. Traitors, every last one of them. The fight they had put up was gruesome, but as always, Mingi and his men came out on top. 

Despite it all, some of his men still have energy to burn as he hears the familiar hooting and hollering of his subordinates last long into the night.

***

The next day, Mingi wakes to the encampment practically all cleaned up. Some of his men are finishing last minute preparations for travel, their bags packed and stored for easier maneuvering. All that’s left is to secure his own lodgings for the next leg of their journey.

“The human finally woke up.” Darius informs Mingi as he steps to the head of the line.

“She’s not dead?” Mingi quirks a brow, barely bothering to scan the gathered ranks to see if he can spot the women he saw last night.

“We figured we could use her for some entertainment-“ at Mingi’s sharp glare, Darius stops himself. “She’s surprisingly stronger than she looks. We’ve loaded her with a few packs and told her to carry them for us, or else she won’t like the outcome.” The vice-captain shrugs. “She complied.”

Mingi hums to himself, turning towards the direction they’ll be setting off in in a few minutes. He finds it odd for a human to be so complacent. All of the stories he’s heard contradict such simplistic actions. He was expecting screaming, and an attempt to run the first moment she regained consciousness. 

Even more shocking is the fact that you’re still alive.

“Don’t let it go on too long,” Mingi shoots him a look out of the corner of his eyes. “Have your fun, but make sure she doesn’t slow me down.”

“Of course, General.” Darius nods, saluting him before running off to finish some last minute things.

Quietly, Mingi observes his battalion. He can see Lias barking orders at some subordinates to finish packing the rest of the camp quickly. Others appear to be scrambling about, and true to Darius’ word, Mingi spots that same tall woman from last night standing off to the side.

There’s nothing special about you. At least, from what Mingi can tell. You stand upright, spine straight with three packs carried on your figure. Their bulk simply adds to your own, nearly drowning you in their sheer size. Your face looks worn, and tired, but you move around where they instruct you to without complaint. 

Mingi just hopes you can keep up with them.

A few minutes later, the redcaps are on the move. Multiple shoot you looks of disgust as they run passed, growling lowly in your direction. Some even go to far as to purposely run into you, spitting on you as they knock you over in your attempts to keep pace with the company. 

It isn’t more than an hour into the morning when you start to fall behind.

Mingi heaves out a sigh, smelling the faintest bit of blood again in the air. A scent not uncommon in a group of redcaps, given their premise. Though, what truly annoys him is the subtle limp you attempt to hide as he marches over to you at the very rear of his guard.

Again, his men part for him silently. The simple power he exudes enough to silence even the rowdiest of the bunch.

“Are you that incompetent that you do not know how to walk properly, mortal?” He sneers, irritation clear on his features.

“I can walk just fine.” You reply bluntly.

“Then, keep up.” He snaps, turning so as not to waste another word on you for the moment.

With Mingi’s back to you, he fails to notice the harsh glare you send his way, but his subordinates do.

A harsh slap rings out through the forest, a dull thud heard soon after.

“You dare look upon our general with such vile contempt in your eyes?” Lias’ voice booms out through the surrounding redcaps, catching Mingi’s attention.

He freezes, turning to spare a glance over his shoulder.

There you rest, face down on the ground as you attempt to push yourself up. Your clothes are even more disheveled than before, dirt smearing your cheek. Yet, that harsh look still rests upon your face, even as the smell of blood becomes more prominent in the air.

“I didn’t ask for this.” You keep your voice low, but still clear enough for everyone around you to hear.

“Well, get used to it, Sweetheart,” Lias hisses, tugging you harshly back to your feet by the back of your neck. “You’re no better than a pet, now.”

You say nothing, instead opting to purse your lips. Your eyes narrow as you watch Lias retreat from you, hands fisted around the straps of the packs you carry as your whole body seems to tremble. 

If Mingi didn’t know any better, he’d say you’re angry.

No… not angry. Disappointed.

Turning back to face front, Mingi decides to ignore you for the rest of the day. You’re not his responsibility, and how his subordinates treat you is truly none of his concern. Really, if it were up to him, he would have sent those two other humans bargaining for you to join them here in the fae realm packing. Perhaps he should have made an example of you all when he had the chance. Only, now, he’s stuck with you, and he’ll have to learn to deal with it, for the sake of his men. It’s not like you’re the only human he’s ever dealt with before.

Luckily, for the rest of the day, travel does not get halted again. You manage to keep up just fine, only falling behind once more near sunset. Mingi had wanted to travel for longer this day, covering more distance and hearing no complaints from neither you nor his men. 

The faster they get home, the swifter he can deal with the mess that is you.

Mingi wants nothing to do with you. All you are to him is a pathetic little human. So frail, he could break you with the flick of his wrist. His eyes narrow on your figure as he sees you collapse against the side of a tree, none of his underlings sparing you any supplies as they set up for the night.

No food is offered to you, but you manage to scrounge some water. Your throat burns, and your feet ache as if they’re ready to fall off at a moment’s notice. The stitch in your side is finally calming down, and you’re just grateful none of these fae have ordered you to help them set up camp for the night. No, they stated they didn’t want you touching anything, or doing something wrong, and for once, you’re thanking your lucky stars for such a harsh verdict.

Lightly, you rub at your leg, right where you know that fresh wound still resides. It’s not a deep cut, but twisting wrong, or moving around too much aggravates the scar. Not to mention your limp which has returned even worse than before, due to the speed at which you’re expected to move.

Despite it all, you don’t say anything. No, you learned the hard way what talking back meant. Though, that might just be your one salvation through this all. Perhaps tomorrow you’ll see how far you can push these redcaps, and discover if their nature really lives up to their legacy.

For now, you settle deeper against that tree. It’s late, and you are exhausted. Sleep is one of the best things for you now, especially since there’s no way you can return to the life you previously once had. Thinking back on it now, you don’t know if you’d ever want to.

Not that you really ever had a choice.

The next morning brings another early start, you being commanded to carry even more than yesterday on your back. The only saving grace is that it seems the speed at which the band you’re travelling with has lessoned, but that doesn’t stop your whole body from aching.

Two more days pass like this, insults thrown at you by the surrounding redcaps, only for them to take out their amusement on you by either scratching you by ‘accident’, spitting on you, or pushing you to the ground. You manage to get some food, but it’s both rotten and vile. You’re honestly surprised your body hasn’t given up on you, yet.

You start to complain, but to your relief, or rather, disappointment, no one bothers to take your whining seriously. That, or they’re quick to shut you up, but not in the way you so desperately hope.

It’s around midday when you feel yourself lose your footing. The sun is shining brightly in the sky above your head, a few clouds drifting lazily by as you tumble harshly to the ground. The worst part is, you end up landing badly on your injured side. Unluckily for you, both that scar and your bad ankle are on your right leg which just so happens to land awkwardly on top of the root you tripped over.

You attempt to keep them at bay, but the sudden sharp pain you feel shoot up your leg sends tears to your eyes. You can practically feel your cut tear itself anew, a dampness seeping into the material of your tattered pants. Your breathing is heavy, and you can hardly force yourself back onto your hands, your entire body groaning in protest. Every ache pulses through you with each heartbeat, and in the back of your mind, you wonder if this is truly the end.

“What’s the hold up this time?” You hear a stern voice huff out above your head.

Mustering enough energy, you tilt your head upwards at the approaching figure. There’s a brief moment where the sun blinds you, filtering through the branches in such a way that burns your vision with a bright light until a shadow looms over you. Blinking reveals the redcap’s general standing before you, a look of pure ire marring his features as he glares down at you.

“Get up.” He growls, not even bothering to nudge you with his foot. You’re too far beneath him to bother.

A sad attempt is made by you once more before you’re collapsing on top of your weakened arms.

“I. Can’t.” You manage to get out through gritted teeth, squeezing your eyes shut through the pain.

Mingi snorts. “Pathetic.”

With a roll of his eyes, he storms away from you, barking out orders to set up the encampment. From what you can hear, he plans to move out during the night.

They need to stop to eat, anyways.

Insults are hurled your way by various underlings, some even going so far as to step on you as they walk passed. It’s as if you are worth no more than the dirt beneath their feet as you continue to lay there, weak and injured, just waiting and begging for death to finally claim you.

“You’ve really been a thorn in the general’s side ever since you joined us.” A voice to your left catches your attention.

“I didn’t ask to become a slave.” You retort is half grumbled into the earth, brow furrowing as you glare in the voice’s direction.

A chuckle is heard from above you. “Last I checked, you weren’t actually bound to this group.”

Out of the corner of your vision, you see a male, or rather, what appears to be a male, crouch beside you. He appears a bit shorter than his companions, perhaps even an inch or two shorter than you, and that’s saying something.

“My name’s Windfel,” he says lightly. “I’ve never met a human before. What’s your name?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you huff, finally managing to push yourself upwards and shrug those packs off of your back.

A hiss escapes you as you accidentally apply to much pressure to your right side, hand grasping over where that reopened cut resides. The dull throbbing you can feel, mixed in with the sight of days old blood and dirt only has you wincing. The wound is more than likely infected, and probably has been for the past few days. Only, you don’t have anything to treat it with, and it’s not like you can go around asking for help.

“Oh, you’re more clever than we give you credit for.” He grins. “You must know that telling a fae your true name means they have complete power over you.”

“You’re the ones who assumed me incompetent in the first place.” Your retort is low, and almost immediately, you flinch, as if bracing yourself for an impact of some sorts.

Again, he only chuckles. “That we did.”

“Is there something you want, Windfel?” The question is a bit harsh, despite you avoiding his gaze.

“Not in particular at the moment,” he hums. “I’m simply satisfying a mere curiosity. I’ve read a lot about you humans, thanks to the experiments in the Latha Court.”

“You experiment on humans?” Your eyes widen, a surge of panic washing through you.

“Yes.” He replies, somewhat cheerfully with a nod of his head. “We learn a lot about your kind that way.”

“You’re despicable.” A shudder caresses your spine.

“So I’ve been told.” He grins. “I am a redcap, you know.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice him tip a flat cap stained dark red in your direction.

“I’m aware.” Your answer is blunt as you attempt to stand to your feet. You don’t get very far, for you immediately fall back onto your ass as your arms give out beneath you.

A small ‘oof’ escapes you as you land on your right side, eyes squeezing shut as more tears spring up from beneath where you’ve always tried to hide them.

“You’re not looking so good,” he observes.

“Thanks for noticing.” A low grumble is all he receives in response as you attempt to push yourself upwards once more.

Another chuckle. “I like your sense of humour.”

A side-eyed look is sent his way curtesy of you, “If you want to call it that.”

“Come on, I’ll help you.” He goes to lift you to your feet.

Immediately, you cower away from him, a brief panic filling your gaze as you fixate on his hands.

“I have no intentions of harming you right now.” He replies, somewhat calmly.

“Why are you trying to help me?” You eye him cautiously.

He shrugs. “I’m bored.”

As much as you don’t appreciate his answer, you have no better options. Somewhat reluctantly, you allow him to help you to your feet, guiding you to a tent already prepped and ready. He lifts the flap, allowing you to stumble your way inside and sitting in a chair as per his instruction.

The tent is large enough to fit three people comfortable, appearing more spacious on the inside than from the outside. You suppose it has to do with the magic of the fae, considering they’re able to store everything and carry it so efficiently in such packs, no larger than what you’re used to calling knapsacks.

“You know, you really have caused a great deal of annoyance for our general since your arrival.” He says as he grabs a roll of white medical cloth from a little side table.

“I never asked for this.” You mumble, keeping your head down.

“I’m aware you were brought unconscious into our ranks.” Windfel replies. “Is there a reason for that?”

“Not that I’m obliged to tell you.” Your eyes narrow suspiciously, watching every movement he makes closely.

You highly doubt anyone will come to your aid if you decide to scream for help.

“Just making conversation,” he responds, lifting his hands lightly in front of himself in a shrug. “I’m not a healer, so all I’m willing to do is let you wrap that wound. If you’re lucky, you won’t have to dress it when we get back to the keep.”

You purse your lips, eyeing Windfel as he places the roll of cloth beside you. A moment later, and he’s moving around the tent, rummaging through his own pack and pulling out a fresh pair of clothes.

“What, exactly, is this ‘keep’ you all continuously talk about?” You ask, somewhat warily.

He completely ignores your question, tossing the spare clothes at you.

“I don’t use these anymore, and although we typically enjoy the smell of blood, we don’t enjoy when wounds fester.” His nose crinkles along with his words. “There’s a small stream about a quarter of a mile to the northeast. I’ll take you there once you’re ready.”

“You’re being awful nice to me for someone who doesn’t like my kind,” You observe, eyeing him carefully.

“I care about my general, and anything I can do to… lesson his burdens, I will.” Comes Windfel’s simple reply. “When you’re ready, I’ll be outside.”

You watch him step out the opposite flap of the tent he entered, brow furrowing as the material slaps shut. Shouts can be heard outside, along with the hustle and bustle of the rest of the encampment being set up. You bet the rest wouldn’t have even notice you moved from that tree, yet.

Tilting your head downwards, you look at the clothes in your hand, feeling the fabric between your fingers. It’s been far too long since you’ve gotten any type of new clothing. Back in the human realm, the only time you got a new piece of clothing was when- no. You shouldn’t be thinking about that right now.

Swallowing thickly, you look over at that roll of white medical cloth. As much as you don’t trust this redcap, this is the first ounce of kindness you’ve received in quite a long time. There’s a part of you screaming at yourself not to believe it, but there’s another part, a part much more vulnerable that clings onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, things are starting to look up for you.

Your life has never been worth much, but perhaps someone is actually starting to see value in you that has never been there before. Then again, you probably shouldn’t get your hopes up. They’ve fallen too many times for you to count.

Taking a deep breath in, you grab that roll of medical cloth. Carefully, you wrap it in the bundle of clothes from Windfel, and stand back to your feet. Though you wobble slightly, you’re able to steady yourself, and within a minute, you’re exiting through the same flap that redcap did only moments before.

A single nod is all you give him as you stand outside the tent. A single nod of which he returns, motioning for you to follow him deep into the woods.

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The journey to the stream is slow, taking well over an hour to get there. The distance is much greater than you were expecting, and the path isn’t easy at all. As much as Windfel seems to be ‘helping’ you, he did not once offer you a hand through the rough terrain of the woods through your travels.

“Will there be enough time?” You ask, eyeing the trickling water at the edge of the bank.

“Relax,” Windfel huffs out lightly. “Knowing the general, he’ll probably spend at least another two hours resting. So, as long as you don’t take too long, we’ll be fine.”

You purse your lips in response, but say nothing.

“I have no interest in watching you bathe, either, human.” He says, turning so his back is to you. “So, you needn’t worry about that.”

“I’ve never had much privacy, anyways.” You grumble, but as soon as the words leave your lips, your eyes widen. Terrified, you glance at Windfel’s back.

Choosing to either ignore your statement, or you entirely, he stands there, unmoving, His back is straight as he gazes out into the woods in the direction you both came, paying no mind to even the sound of water trickling behind you.

You turn back around.

Darting your gaze to the stream once more, you notice how clear the water seems to be. The movement against the stones appears languid, a gentle breeze flitting through the trees in the next moment. It’s almost as if the stream is inviting you in, luring you into it’s pristine waters, and the longer you stare at its enchanting depths, the more you long to dip your feet into its calming waters.

“What’s the catch?” You grit your teeth, cursing yourself for being so stupid.

“You humans always think there’s some sort of trick to everything, don’t you?” Windfel chuckles, and suddenly, you feel his hot breath on your neck. You didn’t even hear him move. “I could push you in, if you like, but I don’t think that would bode well for your wound.”

Your spine straightens. “I can get in myself, thank you very much.”

“You are most welcome.” The way you can practically feel him smile against your back has a shiver running down your spine.

A moment later, his presence at your back lessens, and you find yourself able to breathe easier once more. You spare a glance over your shoulder to see him resting in that same spot as before, his back turned as he begins to hum a small tune to himself. Eyeing him cautiously for a few moments, you finally turn back around to face the stream, deciding that he won’t actually do anything to you. Besides, even you are starting to not be able to handle your own stench, and that’s saying something.

Slowly, carefully, you begin stripping yourself of your old clothes. The tattered shirt you wear gets tossed onto the ground beside the new one, your pants following shortly after. You have enough mind to leave your undergarments on, just in case Windfel decides to play a trick of some sort on you, or run away with both sets of clothes. You still need something to wear, and Windfel is still a man.

Men are never good at keeping their promises. You learned that the hard way.

Stepping towards the very edge of the stream, you take your time sitting down. Each movement is stiff, pain shooting through your right side as you finally get a good look at the cut on your upper leg. 

The wound festers, dried pus caked on the edge. The cut itself is swollen, days old blood littering the skin around it. From how bad it looks, you’re scared to even touch it, but a creeping thought in the back of your mind keeps you inching towards the water with every passing second.

You’ve had worse.

Carefully, you dip your toes into the crystalline water. It’s a bit cool to the touch, and causes you to jerk back, surprised by its icy feel. Yet, it’s alluring in a way, as if it’s the softest of silk that has ever caressed your skin. A luxury you have never been afforded, and you take the time now to savour it, despite the chill that clings to your feet as you submerge them beneath the gentle flow of the stream.

In no time at all, you feel yourself get used to the water’s icy chill, sinking deeper and deeper until you’re fully sitting on the edge of the river bank. Being mindful of your leg, you angle yourself so you can lean towards the water, cupping your hands together in order to gather the cool liquid in your palms and clean your wound.

The first few handfuls sting, but you grit your teeth and bear it. With each handful of water, more and more of the dirt, grime, and blood is washed away, revealing the cut to have gotten longer over the past few days. All that running around must have strained it, and reopened the wound over and over again, leading to the edges widening, and the cut deepening.

No wonder your whole leg has been aching. You just hope the infection isn’t already in your blood. There’s no telling what may happen to you, then.

“Oh my, that looks bad.” 

A voice from above your head startles you, and you nearly go toppling into the stream. Looking up with a hand clutched over your chest, your eyes wide in panic, you see Windfel leaning over you, inspecting your cut.

“A few more days and you would have had to cut it off,” he remarks casually.

You physically feel your heart drop, your eyes briefly shifting to your right ankle. You swallow thickly, a jolt of pain travelling all the way from your foot upwards to your hip as tears unwillingly spring to your eyes. Almost involuntarily, you begin rapidly shaking your head, protests falling from numb lips.

“I’m just shanking ya!” He laughs, boisterously at that. He even goes so far as to pat your shoulder a few times, wiping tears of joy from the corner of his eyes.

“You’re not very funny.” You whisper, expression hard.

Windfel blinks, “Geez, tough crowd.”

You purposely avoid his gaze, looking back out over to the opposite bank of the stream. Your lips are pursed in a thin line as you slowly manage to get your breathing under control. Even you can hear the thunderous pounding of your own heartbeat, so you sure as hell know that Windfel can, too.

“I thought you weren’t going to watch me.” You mutter, slowly turning yourself further into the stream.

“No, I said I had no interest in watching you bathe.” He remarks, matter of factly. “There’s a difference.”

“If you say so,” you mutter, slipping into the water and putting a little bit of distance between you and that redcap. Not that it would really matter, in the long run.

The chill of the water causes your body to stiffen for a moment, only for the entirety of your muscles to immediately relax. The chill morphs into a gentle caress, and as you sink down to allow the water up to your neck, you find yourself letting out a small, blissful sigh through your nose. Involuntarily, your eyes slip shut.

“Feels better, doesn’t it?” Windfel hums.

Your eyes shoot open, turning to look over at the redcap who is back to standing in his original spot, facing away from you.

“I-“ you swallow, keeping your voice low. “I haven’t had a chance to bathe like this in a long time.”

“Yeah,” Windfel snorts. “I could tell.”

He makes a gesture similar to fanning the air in front of himself, and you find yourself rolling your eyes. You even go to far as to splash water in his direction before you can stop yourself.

Even though not a single drop of water touches him, your eyes still go wide. Not a muscle moves as you stare at him, your heartbeat thudding once more in your ears.

“Damn, human, you really are uptight.” Windfel snickers. “As if a little water could hurt me. It’s nice when such creatures are playful. Adorable, even.”

“I don’t think many would agree with you.” You mutter, gently pushing yourself backwards and creating just a tiny bit more distance between yourself and him.

“You’re probably right,” he hums. “Though, we all can agree on liking to be amused.”

“You confuse me.” You state blankly, rubbing at your skin lightly beneath the water and washing away any excess dirt and grime you can see.

“The feeling is very much mutual, human.” He replies. “I bet if you lived on your own as long as I have in the wild, you’d feel the same way.”

“Oh, yeah,” you hum, clearly not convinced as you dunk your head under the water briefly. “I’m sure.”

“Oh, come on! You’re telling me you’ve never lived in the woods before? Never fought for your own survival all by you little lonesome?” Windfel’s voice is slightly mocking, and you know he’s probably only trying to get a rise out of you. 

Unfortunately, though, it’s working.

“I think you and I have two very different definitions of survival.” You say, scrubbing a bit harder at your skin.

“Perhaps that is true,” he hums once more, as if considering your words. “But come on, you can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to know what it’s like to live on your own.”

“How do you know if I’ve lived on my own or not?” You retort, eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion.

“I don’t.” Windfel shrugs. “From what those of us who care enough to read about your kind can gather, it’s observed that you usually go out on your own once you reach a certain age.”

“And you’re one of those that have read about my kind?” You quirk a brow. 

The longer you spend talking with Windfel, the more you seem to ease into the conversation. Though the water continues to feel nice around you, you also decide that it’s time to remove yourself from the stream so you can quickly dry off and make it back to the others. The last thing you need is for something to happen, or for you to finally face the wrath of a redcap.

At this point, that may just be a blessing.

There’s almost a slight tug at the back of your mind. With each step you take towards the bank and your awaiting clothes, a small voice tells you to stay. The water seems to be caressing your entire body, becoming denser around you with each step. It’s almost as if the stream is trying to hold you down, to force you to not leave its waters. Yet, despite it’s almost enchanted callings, you persist, managing to pull yourself out of the crystalline water and back onto the side of the bank.

The consequences of staying far outweigh the rewards in your mind.

You fail to notice how Windfel’s brow quirks in surprise, but he continues on the conversation as if nothing is wrong.

“I’ve read a few things, yes.” He confirms. “Knowledge is power, or haven’t you heard?”

“Power is power, no matter where in the world.” You grumble, flicking off as much excess water on your body as you can before beginning to wrap your upper thigh with that medical cloth. Once finished, you tie it off quickly, but not tight enough that it will hurt you even more than you already are. A moment later, you stand back to your feet.

“Spoken like a true scholar,” Windfel teases lightly, his back still turned to you.

Slowly, you begin pulling on the clothes he leant you. The pants are a little short around the ankles, but they fit surprisingly well. Considering the size difference between the both of you, you’re surprised the shirt even managed to pull over your head, but it’s loose, and you’re grateful for the soft material that graces your skin.

“Still, you should definitely try living on your own at some point.” He remarks casually. “There’s no feeling quite like freedom.”

Your whole body freezes, gaze slowly trailing over to where Windfel stands, now at the edge of the wood. He seems to be holding a bundle in his hands, and when you look down, you realize that it’s your old, raggedy clothes.

“I wouldn’t know.” You state, rather firmly as your eyes narrow at the redcap across from you.

“Oh, yes, well,” he finally turns back around to face you, a grin tugging at his lips to reveal all too sharp fangs. “About that…”

“If you’re going to kill me, get it over with.”

Your words clearly catch him off guard, for now it’s his turn for his eyes to widen in shock.

“My dear, why would I want to kill you?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’ve done nothing but be forced upon us since the start. I may be a monster, but I’m not unreasonable.”

“Like I’ve never heard that one before.” You mutter, rolling your eyes.

Again, your breath hitches as soon as the words leave your lips, and you find yourself flinching backwards away from Windfel instinctually.

He frowns, but doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he says, “I told you. I care about my general and how much your presence burdens him. It’s easier this way if you just disappear.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You want me to disappear, but not kill me?”

“For the most part.” He blinks, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“How do you expect me to do that?” You frown, doing whatever you can to hide the clear exasperation in your voice.

“Run away.” He states.

“Excuse me?”

“Run away.” He repeats with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “I doubt they’ll even notice you’re gone.”

Now, it’s your turn to blink at him. Once. Twice. Three times in disbelief as you cannot keep your mouth from falling open in shock.

“You’re shitting me.”

“I think the whole point of you bathing was for that to no longer be the case.” He says smartly. “I told you. You’re a burden to our general, and if I can relieve that burden from his shoulders, I’ll do whatever it takes. You’re not currently being hunted, so there’s no reason to kill you right now.”

“And where will I go?” You ask, incredulously. “I have nothing-“

“Find the Latha court, I’m sure those human lovers will take you in.” He cuts you off, a slight twitch to his brow. “Go that way,” he points off to your left with a clawed finger. “There’s a small town. I’m sure someone will give you a hand.”

“Like you did?” You quirk a brow, eyeing Windfel carefully.

“Exactly.” He nods. “Now, you best be on your way, little mortal. My patience is starting to wear thin.”

Though the last part of his words he says in a cheerful voice, the way his eyes gleam in the light of the setting sun unnerves you.

Without waiting for another chance, you take the one presented to you.

“I better not see you around again.” Windfel hums, and you can hear him beginning to trudge in the opposite direction that you are. “You won’t like it if you do.”

A shiver caresses your spine at his words, and you find yourself picking up your pace. Reaching the opposite end of the little clearing where the stream is, you quickly spare a glance over your shoulder. Windfel is nowhere to be seen, and you do not know if it should relieve you, or terrify you. All you do know, is that you have to put as much distance between yourself and that gang of redcaps as you can. To start, you just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

The trek into town is a lot easier than you thought it would be. It only takes you about forty minutes to reach the outskirts, and with every step, you seem to gain better footing than before. The ache in your leg is dulling, and your head is the clearest it’s been in weeks. You don’t trip over any roots, or stumble over any rocks, either. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say things are actually starting to look up for you.

That’s when it hits you.

Is this even reality anymore?

Windfel could have cast a glamour over you. You could be under some sort of spell, or undergone some weird magic while bathing in that stream. You have no way of knowing what is true or not, unless you talk to someone. Even then, your chances of them tricking you are high, but it may be the only way to tell what is true or not.

Standing at the edge of the town, you do a quick scan of those you can see. The sun has already set, and the faint glow of lanterns casts a warmth around the surrounding buildings. There seems to be only a few people milling about, and honestly, you shouldn’t really call them people at all. From what you can gather, all these beings appear to faeries. Some have grand wings that sprout from their backs, ranging from feathered to those of the insect variety. Others, you can only discern from their height and pointed ears. The few flashes of razor sharp teeth aren’t that reassuring, either.

The only relief seems to be that all of the inhabitants steer perfectly clear of you. Save for one, who watches you fidget from across the way. His gaze dances with amusement, and you don’t know if that unnerves you more than if he were glaring. Long, dark hair is pulled back in a half-ponytail to showcase his sharp features. He sits on the edge of some steps leading up to what appears to be a shop of some sorts, his elbows resting on his thighs as he leans forward.

The moment he catches you staring, his eyebrows quirk curiously.

Turning away quickly, you curse yourself. You’ve always been used to blending in back home, that you didn’t realize just how much you’d stick out in the Fae realm. Perhaps you really are in over your head, but where else are you supposed to go?

A voice, smooth and deep, coming from behind startles you.

“Are you lost, Little One?”

[naturesapphic]

Heyyy I don't know if you are taking request but i had this ideia for quite some time.

A Lady dimitrescu x yandere maid reader!!! Imagine dimitrescu gets a new maid from mother Miranda like the usual but the reader start to get obsessed with dimitrescu, doing the reader start to sabotage the other "favorite" maids so she could be the top one for Alcina but she still behave very shy, innocent and loyal to her.

And Alcina have a bit of suspension about the sabotages that reader is doing but she just puts a side because "her best maid wouldn't do that right?!"

New Maid

Lady dimitrescu x yandere!maid!fem!reader

Warnings: reader being yandere, cussing, mentions of murder, blood

Lady dimitrescu was yours. She will be yours. No one or nothing will come between the two of you. That’s what you thought when you first laid eyes on her. All your thoughts were swarmed with her. Mother Miranda had captured and made you into one of her servants and now she’s giving you away to lady dimitrescu. You knew about her since the beginning, when mother Miranda gathered them all and made them into her own. You always had a fascination towards lady dimitrescu and you were practically bouncing off the walls when mother Miranda announced that you would be working for her.

The first day at the castle was amazing. Everything was beautiful in the castle and that was the day you properly met the lady. She was even more gorgeous and elegant up close. She was truly extraordinary. The lady spent her free time showing you around the castle and told you what your duties would be, she even showed you her favorite and best maids. That made you angry and you were going to keep a special eye on them. Nothing and no one would get in the way of you and your lady being together. Your plan was simple, sabotage and mess them up to make alcina put her focus on you and not on them. Should be very easy but it was pretty difficult at first.

It was a couple of days later since your first day and you did everything in your power to see what the maids do and remember their schedule. You were working on your plan every second you could and you decided to make friends with her daughters to. You think that’s extra brownie points in your mind, I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with someone who’s good with kids? That’s what you thought and you believed it. It was a couple of months later with you working with the lady and it was going exactly according to plan. The lady’s “favorite” maids? After making them seem bad, the lady was disgusted and banished them which gave you opportunity to dispose of them if you know what I mean.

You were crazy. Absolutely feral, especially to lady dimitrescu. You would do absolutely anything for her so that’s why killing those maids we’re important to you. They weren’t needed and they were in the way of your love for her. There won’t be any distractions, you won’t allow it. You’ve been here at castle dimitrescu for almost a year now. Lady dimitrescu loved you. You were her favorite maid and she made sure you knew it too. You were always so shy, loyal, and attentive towards her. She appreciated it but she had a suspicion about you and the past maids. She would notice how you would look at them, with some kind of malice and hatred towards them. She didn’t think the maids were being rude or anything towards you but maybe they were and that’s why you were acting so cold towards them. She will never fully know but her suspicion grows everyday with you. How she noticed the longing stares you would give her, how you were always by her side, incase she needed something. She would also notice how she would hear sounds in the night coming from your room and she would hear your voice too. It concerned her but…her best maid wouldn’t do anything like that…right?

A/n: thank you @juujp for the request! It was fun to write and I hope you enjoyed it! I hope everyone else enjoyed it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[catwhispers0]

@sophiethewitch1 's what we want series fanart, i dont wanna sound crazy and obsessed but i LOVE making fanart for fanfiction and writers on obscure sites like tumblr. it just brings me sm joy to not have to worry about perfection and keeping true to cannon characters, bc, yk, its not??

[ilovespec]

"Strong as steel and warm as the sun."

[Yandere female boxer × female reader.] part 1.

WN : Brazen behavior yandere and reader are female here , difference in strength , difference in height , difference in size, inappropriate and slightly intrusive behavior, Nastya Gnilova.

Character description.

Y/L = Your last name.

You're sleeping quietly at your university lecture. Anyway, your friend will give you the notes..But there is one tiny problem. You don't even know what kind of lecture it is or what topic it is on.. But the desk is hard , and you want to sleep so much.... You didn't wake up from the bell, but from someone's gaze. Sleepily rubbing your eyes, you woke up, raised your head and took a cursory glance at the audience. And you managed to notice how the girl on your left looks away from you. You don't even know her name... You only know your friend Nastya here. This is a girl from Russia, with blonde hair and sky-colored eyes... And the girl who almost burned another hole in you with her gaze looks pretty... It's creepy. She has black short curly hair, blue eyes, tanned rough skin covered with numerous scars and very outstanding musculature. She is wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt and dark blue ripped jeans.. And soon, she looked at you again. And this time into your eyes, and she grinned coldly. But Nastya's eraser flew into her head.

" Why are you looking for her like that, huh??? "

Nastya whispered menacingly. And this creepy-looking girl smiled toothily at her, showing very sharp teeth. And your teacher shouted menacingly at the three of you.

" Reinhard , Zhulikova and Y/L . You want to give a lecture yourself ? "

Judging by his words, this creepy girl's last name is Reinhard... As far as you've heard, this is the last name of a crime boss and a thief in law from a nearby town... It's creepy . You think this girl is either a relative of that important person, or they're just namesakes..But you're more hoping for the second option. Since you don't want problems on your own and Nastya's heads. And this "Reinhardt" smiles even wider, gets up from her desk and walks up to the blackboard saying these very shocking words.

"All right."

And she.. really gave a little lecture. But about the dangers of bad habits and the benefits of going to the gym. And a couple of guys from the company of local "coolies" who smoked and drank everything they saw , laughed at her. And she just gave them a cold look. The teacher, red as a tomato with anger, sent her and for some reason YOU to the rector. And "Reinhardt" just laughed softly, went to the exit and stood up with a defiant expression on her face and started waiting for you. And you cursed softly under your breath and quietly nodding your head almost lying on the floor from laughing Nastya went to the exit of the audience. And this girl, as if nothing had happened, held the door for you and went with you to the rector's office.

"So, ur Y/L then? Im Malene Reinhard, Im from Germany. And sorry about , lol."

And when you approached the rector's office, Malene knocked on the door and looked at the rector with a cold stare. And he started yelling at you. After a couple of minutes, his screams started to give you a headache. But Malene narrowed her blue eyes and went up to the rector, and whispered something to him. And because of this "something", the rector turned pale and gave up on you.

"Okay... Go ahead. I'm suspending you from lectures for a day. Get out of my office,"

Malene smiled at him, and wishing him a good day, opened the door for you. And I held her until you came out.

"what did you tell him? "

"Hmm... Well, how to say it. I'll tell you in confidence."

She leaned towards you because you have a very... impressive height difference. Since her height is about 180 centimeters.

"Our rector is a former pedophile and drug addict. He was already in jail, lol."

You stared at her in shock, and she just squinted at you a little, turned around and left. Leaving you alone. And you, having nothing better to do, went to the exit, to your dorm....

Already in the evening, you were chatting merrily and jokingly fighting with Nastya in your dorm room.

" Well, how do you like this Reinhardt?? Hihi, she's so polite, and she held the door for you... Do you want her??;) "

Your jaw dropped to the floor in shock, she laughed loudly at you. But there was a knock on your door and your laughter died down. You slowly walked up to the door, and Nastya stood around the corner with a frying pan in her hands.. You opened the door and... Malene was standing behind it..??? And she had a small plush toy in the form of a cat in her hands, and a large chocolate bar..

"Y/L , excuse me again for this... AEAEAEAEAAA... huh-uh... well...ugh....C-Can I have your number....?"

She...stuttered ..?? It didn't look like the image of her that you saw earlier today. And you took her phone, and added your own number. And having given you unexpected gifts, she turned around and.. She jumped out of an open window in the hallway of the dormitory. Fortunately, you live on the second floor. You and Nastya ran to the window in shock and saw Malene quickly running away "jogging" along the sidewalk. And Nastya looked at you and to your gifts, she spoke in an absolutely high and annoying voice

" Nastenka is with you, and this is the program let's get married ;) Lol, I have already come up with names for all our 20 children, where you two will live. And yes, I will be the godmother of all your children- "

" SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!!!!! "

To all who read this, good night <3

[plato-account-backup-44]

Everyone's Love Pt.1!

“You guys are useless.”

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Yandere!alltotaldrama x angry!reader

Warning: Reader is GN!, There's a bit of yandere to it because right now I can't think of anything, Rated 16+, if you're under 16 you should watch from your parents, may be rude. a little bit

This is my AU!! Yandere High School AU Yay! Before you guys read on. Let me tell you, I'm not good at English. Apologies in advance for my English. And this is the second time writing this time!

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y/n is your name You study at the most prestigious school in Canada. You don't understand how you can study here. But even then, you don't care because you don't care at all. (except for some things) You are a woman who looks like a man. You must accept! You look a lot like your father and that makes you rank among the 2 most handsome people in school. Then think to yourself, is it necessary??

You are a woman who is quite a bit taller than men and women. Your main personality is irritable. You are an easily irritated person. Have you ever punched someone in the face for simply saying (the coolest thing in the world and they said it sucked)

You are the leader of the girls' basketball club. You are very good at sports. But when it comes to studies, you're only good at (your two favorite subjects) and physical education....Yes, your father isn't okay with it........but even so, he's still proud of you. And you are proud of your life. But recently you've started to realize that more people are approaching you than usual. And that annoys you. At first you are happy to have friends but after a while you start to dislike them because they make you scared and disgusted at times.

But you still view them as friends......right?

— You first met her in the cafeteria. You saw she was looking for something so you walked up to her. And then you realize she can't find her friends. You volunteer to help her walk around. cafeteria so you can help her find her friends

— After helping her find her friend You have already concluded that Her friend was sitting near the entrance and it was very visible. And you looked at her like “😐”

— But even so, you weren't mad at her. Because you think she's short-sighted. Because she wears glasses After you escort her to the table You told her “Next time, don't go anywhere alone again. It's dangerous.”

— You heard her screaming with her friends and it scared you.

— You met her again in one of your classes. You saw her and it made you a little surprised that she had ever studied with you on this subject?? In truth, she had been studying this class all along but you just didn't notice her.

— After that you started talking to her. Overall, she's a fun friend for you to talk to. But here's a little bit of a problem she likes to follow you wherever you go And she will always walk near you And it makes you a little scared........

— You first met him in the school park. While you were running away, someone came to eat here. You found him sitting and playing with a rabbit.

— And you thought to yourself, “Do we have rabbits here???????”

— And soon he notices you!

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine...”

— Even if you answer him like that He must know you're stressed. Because your face looks like a person who hasn't slept. So he asked if he wanted to play with rabbits to make you better.

— You refused because you came here to eat, not to play with the rabbits.

— Oh no!...He made a sad face! Oh my god that's what you don't like. Because that makes you act incorrectly.

“I mean.....yes!! I will play with it!”

— He's smiling! That made you breathe a sigh of relief Afterwards, you went to play with the rabbits and eat lunch.

— He's quite big But he is also a gentle person, which makes you surprised by his personality. But even so, you liked it.

— While you were holding the rabbit, his hand touched you many times. Until you make a face like this at him “🤨”

— You first met her on the bus. Because at that time your father was busy so he was not available to drop you off at school like he used to do every day.

— After you got on the bus, you sat on a random empty seat and you turned to face her Yes, she was extremely shocked It shocked you too Before you apologize to her

“I…I'm sorry, I accidentally startled you..”

"no! It's okay!!"

— The truth is, she wasn't shocked that you accidentally leaned too hard But I'm shocked that you came to board the bus. Because normally you would never go up. And she also drew a picture of you.

— And she sat closer to the car window. And that makes you feel guilty for accidentally being too rude.

— You first met her on the bus But she first met you at the racetrack At that time you went to compete with another school and she went because her parents dragged her to watch While waiting for the action to begin She notices you You are a tall person (The color of your skin) is outstanding! Plus good looks You have a little muscle in your arms And that made her start to like you.

— And later, when she came to study, she saw you! She is surprised that you study at the same school as her. But even so, she was happy She decided to talk to you.

— There was that time when you were about to take a shower after practice. You go to the women's bathroom. And she walked in so she could start a serious conversation with you But she happened to see you taking off your clothes one by one and it made her shy and look at it inadvertently.

— And that's how she drew a picture of you back then on paper And she doesn't want you to watch it because she's afraid you'll hate her.

— The bus stopped and you were getting up from your seat and Gwen got up before you and a piece of paper fell down.

— That is, she drew you! And you pulled it up!!!!

— “Oh Anatomy so cool, you drew it so beautifully I like the leg raises.”

— She sighed in relief and you gave her the paper back Luckily you didn't notice the Anatomy face she drew.

— He first met you at the ice cream shop At first, he just had his heart broken with a woman he had been flirting with for a long time.

— And you saw him crying and eating ice cream And you made a face at him “😨”

"Why!! Have you never seen anyone cry?!”

— And you saw him again in physical education You and him were forced to play together.

— You and him had fun playing passing the ball together And there were many times when you and him accidentally held hands with him.

— And that made him start to like someone again! He doesn't like that you're handsome or that you accidentally held hands But he likes seeing you smile It makes him happy every time you smile.

— After finishing gym class He immediately walked towards you.

“Hey! Would you be interested in coming to my party? I'll make it at home tonight!”

— You agreed because you didn't have practice this evening And you don't know what to do when you're in the room.

— That night after you went to a party at his house There are some people you know there and he saw you He was delighted and quickly walked towards you.

“Hey, I'm glad you came!”

— You smiled back at him and he blushed and blushed Which made you laugh a little before walking off to the party with the others.

— As you leave the party because it's late. And you have to hurry home because your parents will be really angry. And he notices it and offers to take you home.

“Hey, I'd rather you take me home.”

“Well.......if you're okay with it. I'm okay with it.”

— She met you for the first time in the cafeteria She saw you with the cushion and she was instantly stunned by your handsomeness! And she'll probably like you right away.

— After that, she immediately approaches you! She tries to talk to you all the time Or sometimes she comes to watch you practice.

— She often invites you to go shopping, watch movies,and eat together That's where she takes you every Saturday.

— She loves to hold your arm because it acts like a couple! Tyler is jealous of both of you.

— She will beg you to come hang out at her house Because she wants to cuddle you while you sleep.

“Plsssss🥺”

— You immediately rejected her Because you have practice But she fusses over you and she tries to get you to sleep with her.

— She tried hard. In many invitations you accept because you are starting to get annoyed with her.

"yay!!"

— Yeah, she didn't really like you when we first met Because she thinks you like messing with her friends.

— Are you annoying, too tall, too handsome, what? Too handsome??? I think she's weird????

— You've seen her go on dates with the handsome boy from school, Alejandro They go on dates twice a week, where you'll see her holding hands with him.

— Or sometimes you'll see her with him at your practice field Which makes you confused as to why they came They will come on dates here when you've been dumped by your date And you will always make this face at them “🙄”

— You first started hanging out with her when you went to the mall with Lindsay while you waited for her to undress. You decide to invite her to talk.

— At first, she ignored you so you didn't continue talking. And she turns to you and asks why you didn't continue talking.

“I think you don't want to talk to me anymore.”

“Sigh...just sayin”

— After that, she talks to you playfully. You and her get along quickly. Even if your tastes are different, you can still be friends!

— On the way home while you and her were parting ways, she asked you for a line.

“Don't misunderstand! I'm not going to flirt with you!!”

“Then why are you telling me.....”

— You think she's a little strange. She is bossy and easily angered. But when I think about it, she's still weird. But she might be a good friend.....maybe??

— You've heard his name many times. Never even seen his face. But you never cared about wanting to see his face anyway.

— People on your team will always tell you: He's handsome and he's very charming. Every woman wants him. Unfortunately, he already has a girlfriend. His girlfriend is the student council president.

“You should try meeting him sometime!”

"I refuse."

— While you are eating under the tree You saw him walking towards you.

“Hey, is anyone sitting?”

"no..."

— You moved your seat for him to sit. You sit and ignore him for a while and he invites you to talk.

“What's your name? I'm Duncan.”

“y/n..”

“Ha! A lot of people are talking about you. You're very famous.”

“um...”

— You didn't want to talk to him because you didn't like talking while eating. But even then, you listen to him but don't answer him much.

— While you were talking (you were just pretending to be listening), you thought about a conversation you had with one of your team members.

— Do you remember her saying His girlfriend always fights and has broken up many times, but in the end they always talk back to each other.

— Hmm, it sounds like he's the kind of person who has toxic relationships. Okay, it sounds like you have to be careful that he doesn't flirt with you.

“Hey, are you free on Saturday?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I just want to take you to the mall. Are you free?”

— Oh, he flirts with you faster than you think.....maybe if you say no he will stop bothering you.

"Sorry, I'm busy. I have practice."

"Really?"

“Yes, Sunday too. Next week I won't be free all day, I have a competition.”

— Successfully, you can stop him from flirting with you in time. But now you think it's all gone? This is just the beginning, little girl.

— Tyler was the name you heard the most in your conversations with Lindsay.

— One day she asked you out like she always does. And this time he's with him, Tyler.

“What! You came too?!”

"Why not? Come and visit with a lot of people and it'll be fun."

“It would be fun without you!”

“Tyler, don't be rude!”

— After arguing between the two of you, you separated yourself. you feel free Yay~...Okay, you don't know where to go, so you decide to go to the bookstore because you don't know where to go. You spent 2 hours there because you found a book that was so fun you couldn't put it down.

— After reading the free book, you walked out of the place because you had spent quite a long time there. And you forget Lindsayd and Tyler.

“Hey, where have you been!”

“Bookstore”

“Do you know that I have been looking for you for a long time! I think you are lost.”

“Lindsay, where have hsr gone?”

“Let's change the subject! I've been looking for you for a long time!! You should tell me where you're going!”

— Surprise, you were angry and you were confused as to why he was so angry. Didn't he say he didn't want to be with you? But all he did was find you??

“Uh....then why are you looking for me? I thought you were going to hang out just the two of you with her??”

“That thing!!!- What.........why couldn't I think of it!”

“......”

— Yes, you felt like you were beginning to get angry at him, but even so, you were annoyed and didn't know what to do, so you chose to go home.

“W..what! Where are you going!"

"house"

“What! Don't hurry back! I don't have anyone to walk with!!”

— Okay, now you know the reason he's looking for you. You immediately thought that after the argument was over she would definitely go home. And Tyler probably doesn't know what else to do except find a friend to walk with. Yes, it must be like that.

“Ok, but you have to feed me food in exchange, is that okay?”

“I will if you come walk with me!”

— You and him are in the same class. You don't talk to him often because you don't know what to say.

— And one day you got to work with him. Your teacher will pair you up so that you can work together in pairs.

— He didn't come to class that day. And you have to go see him tomorrow so we can work together. And it arrived You immediately asked your best friend what the person named Harold looked like. After knowing the information You rushed towards him. And finally you found him!

“Uh...hi..”

“Uh...hi, is there something I can help you with?”

“Uh....well, in science class we worked together. It's a couple event.....so I'm coming to ask if you're free this afternoon. I have a competition tomorrow, so I came to ask you.."

“Oh sure! I'm free. Where can I meet?"

"canteen.."

— After working as a couple back then, you became closer to him. You would often leave practice to play games with him because he was so good at it and you enjoyed it.

— And even though there are people on your team dragging you back to every practice and scowling every time.

"Hey! Am I late?”

"no! You came in time.”

"cool!"

— Even if you come see him from Monday to Friday. But you can come see him during the holidays! So you come to his house or sometimes he comes to your house (but most of the time you go to his house). Because every time he comes to your house, your mother always teases him that he's your boyfriend.)

— Maybe it would be better to go to his house.

— The musician that every girl likes your friend said He is a musician that all the girls adore. It was seen that he liked a girl and he was heartbroken because the girl he liked already had someone he liked.

“Don't you think you'd like to go on a date with some guy?”

“I used to date men.”

“But that was 2 years ago.....”

— On Sunday afternoon you decide to go to the record store to buy some to listen to at home.

— While you were searching for a song, your hand touched someone's hand. which made you quickly remove your hand

"oh! I..I'm sorry!”

"it..it's okay."

— You instantly recognized that the person you met must be Train (because your friend said he always had a guitar bag that he carried).

— At first you were about to ignore him and were about to turn to the song you wanted. But he cut in front of you.

“Hey, if I remember correctly, you're the school's basketball player, right?”

“Ah, yeah...do you have anything?”

“Oh, it's just that my friends always talk about you. You're..uh...quite prettier than I thought.” He laughed slightly.

— prettier? It's quite new for you because overall, only your parents say you're prettier.

— After you were silent for several minutes. He invites you to chat and asks what kind of music you like, blah blah.

— On Sunday you go out with your family. Where you go to the beach You were happy to finally be able to rest after so many days of practice.

— You decided to go surfing because you wanted to give it a try. Because you thought it would be fun.

— During your travels you meet a woman. that you have heard and seen before "Bridget"

— She is looking for something, at first you are about to ignore her and go have fun. But she called you

“Oh hey! y/n oh my god it's so good to see you.” She rushes towards you.

— You looked a little emotionless, but even so, you had no choice but to help her.

"So...is there something wrong?"

“Yeah! I need urgent help.”

“So what have you lost...?”

“I lost my wallet!!”

— New mission: Help her find her wallet. Haha I'm just kidding. You help her find her wallet. and tried to ask her where she had last stored her bag.

— After looking for it for more than half an hour You found it at the ice cream shop near the beach. You quickly picked it up and gave it to her behind her back.

— You saw your picture in her wallet.

— Don't talk about this guy. Even though you have a bad memory But he's the only one you remember.

—The person is the one person who you see in almost every subject you study.

— He always sits next to you. You have to admit, he is very talented. Even though he is a sarcastic person all the time.

— One day, while you were practicing basketball, the teacher called you over to him. And when you go to him He has to tell you bad news. You failed the history test. (If this is your favorite subject, I apologize in advance.)

— The teacher told you that you have to solve this subject within a week and you have to do it quickly. If you don't do it quickly you will definitely get zero points!!!???

— which you cannot accept If you are stuck in the center Your parents must not be okay with this. and they will take away the mobile phone Oh my god, this must be bad!? What...by the way we have someone who got first place in this subject and that is him....Noah.

— Even if you think a little too much, the score comes first. So you tell your coach that you need to hurry and fix your test scores. To which your coach agrees and tells you to hurry up.

— You arrived in front of the library. You took a long time to come to terms with this and after a while you opened the door and walked towards a man.

— After walking for him for a few minutes, you found him. You saw him sitting in front of one of the mirrors. So you walked up to him. And he seems to have noticed you.

"What do you want?"

“Uh...hey, what if I want you to help me revise my history class....”

“Ha, since when did someone like you care about these things?”

“Just tell me whether you will help me or not.”

“Alright....I'll help you, but you'll have to make some concessions.”

— You don't like trade-offs. But you have to do it because of the score!!!!????

“Sigh....fine, what is it?”

“You will be my servant for two weeks”

“Ok....💢”

Because of this, I hate making trade-offs.. - you

— I want to say this here. She kinda likes you and you're quite popular with the girls.

— You often notice her gossiping about you. But you didn't say anything. It's normal for humans to act like that every time someone does this to you. You always ignore it.

— As you were going to the cafeteria you saw her going down the stairs. And you saw her falling down the stairs.

— You rushed over and grabbed her arm. Luckily you grabbed her arm in time. Your heart was pounding quite a bit because you were afraid you wouldn't be able to catch her in time.

"Hey! Are you okay!?”

— She doesn't answer you. She keeps a blank expression and refuses to answer you. You were confused for a moment, so you released her and gently patted her shoulder.

“Next time, you better be careful.”

— You walked away and didn't look back at her. After three days, she walked up to you and handed you something.

"what?"

“(Your favorite thing to eat) I-I saw you liked it so I brought it to you.”

“For what..?”

“The way you helped me that day..”

“...........Oh yeah, I remember now, thank you.”

“No problem^^”

— Technically You don't really like him that much. Because there was one time in physical education class. And today there's a basketball game, he's on the same team as you. And he made your team lose.

— If it were anything else, you would have forgiven him. But when it comes to sports, you will never forgive him. One loss equals a lifetime of shame.

— Even so, you can accept the truth. You give him a little But that means forgiveness, right? Yes, I think that's it.

— You often hear his closest friends say that he's cute, blah blah blah blah.

— You basically ignore your friend's words and pretend you're listening when you're not. And there was one day in PE again. That day it was two PE lessons in a row and the teacher had them pair up with friends in the class. Your friend appears paired with someone else. And there was only him left...

— You clearly have no choice. You feel discouraged about life but the score is most important. So you went up to him and asked if he'd be interested in pairing up together.

“Hey, are you interested in matching together?”

— He was shocked that you suddenly asked him this question but stammered your answer.

“O-oh uh...yeah! I i-interested!”

When he's startled, he's like a cat. Hey! What am I thinking!? Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him!!! - you

— Meeting her for the first time might be a little scary. But life has other things to contend with. Oh yes, I forgot. Fight with her.

— You always admit that you often act angry, but in rankings, she would probably take the number one spot without having to ask why.

— To be honest, the first time you met you, you were afraid. But then you have to trust that even though she acts upset all the time, she might actually be kind.

"What are you doing!!!??????"

— Okay, you seem to be wrong. I'm sorry..

— When you see the terrifying thing in front of you. So I decided it would be better to leave the gym and go somewhere else.

— But God seems to want to punish you for skipping practice. Because the woman you fear has already captured you.

— You turned to look at her with a crooked smile. And she made an angry face at you.

“Where do you think you're going?”

"Go get things...."

— Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. She will teach you instead of your coach. Because today your coach is on sick leave.

—After failing to escape from her, you reluctantly went to practice with her. Which overall is a bit heavy.....she's quite fierce and every time you do something slow or doesn't please her she gets angry.

— There was a time when you were resting. A woman brings you water, but Eva seems upset and takes your water and you are dehydrated for an hour.

— The hottest female student council president that guys like and that girls envy.

— As I said, she is the girlfriend of a flirt and a bad boy. Duncan....okay after that You reject him and he flirts with you all the time, every chance he gets.

— and his girlfriend was never okay with that.

— There was the time when she approached you and told you to break up with her boyfriend. To which you replied to her that I didn't like him. I don't like bad boys.

— But she doesn't seem to believe you. And she gave you one more warning before walking away from you. As you think to yourself “Do you not think that you will believe me at all?”

— After that day, she kept her eyes on you all the time. No matter where you are, you will see her everywhere. She reminds you of Beth. which makes you afraid

— and you know that if you keep an eye on your enemies How do you know what your enemies like to eat?? Or what do you like or dislike? Is that right?

— You will be amazed every day. If all your favorite things were in your locker every morning,

— At first you thought it was your friend. But when you ask, they say no. That makes you wonder who exactly brought it to you.

— You think of her, but you think it's impossible. But it's possible because at lunch she told you if you liked things that she liked.

— You immediately looked shocked because you didn't think it was her. (Even though you thought about it, you didn't expect it to be her.)

— He is the most handsome guy in the school. Yes, I'm not wrong. He is the most handsome in the school.

— You have heard that he is a model. There are often girls going to take pictures with him. Asking for signatures and many other things that I can't think of anymore. sorry..

— You didn't pay much attention to him. He's just a narcissist. You tend to ignore him all the time because if you pay attention to him or talk to him it makes him think you like him.

— and you've always done this. And if you're not lucky enough You won't be this miserable.

— His manager suddenly invites you to a photo shoot because you look good and it stands out in her eyes.

— which of course you have to reject. Because you don't want to waste time on photoshoots, you'd rather use this time to sleep or do whatever you want to do.

— Later that day, his manager told him that he was trying to get you to do a photo shoot with him. which he agreed And every day he always comes and asks you if you want to come and do a photo shoot with me. which you directly rejected him

— and he knew you had to say no. So he further told you that if you agree to go to a photo shoot. You will get a lot of money.

— and you immediately accepted the offer. Who doesn't want money?

— This woman? I don't know how to explain it to you. Let's just say she's a bit strange. She's the only one who likes to annoy you all the time. Until you get so angry you almost explode. But your friends come to help you get rid of your anger every time.

— and she once won a gold medal in sports. Which sometimes makes you jealous.

— You never talked to her. Even your voice never answered her. She will ask you to speak to her. But you did the opposite of what she asked.

“Hey, what color do you like? What do you like best? What is your best friend's name? Please answer me!!!😭😭😭 ”

— You will ignore her and you will ignore her forever.

— But there was one day while you were happily chatting with your best friend. But someone overhears and pops out of the locker in front of you.

“ Ha! I can hear your voice!!!😈😈😈 ”

— And you make a face like “😐 ”

— I don't know if I've told you yet. But this guy knows what he's planning. You're not stupid.

— No matter how insidious the plot is, if he uses it against you. It will be broken from the start.

— He may initially view you as an angry person and may use you in his plans. At first you didn't know you were being used. But after five minutes you realized his plan. And you ruined his plans after that.

— You had so much fun ruining his plans every time. Even though he doesn't like (?) the way you always ruin his plans.

— But what you don't know is He becomes more interested in you when you reject or ruin his plans.

— He knows you are smart but you pretend to be stupid. And he likes that you do that.

— and one thing he knows, you know what he thinks of you.

— THE BEST FRIEND YIPPEE!!!!

— You've probably always wondered - Hmm? Never wondered....well....let's just say you've wondered.

— Okay, let's get back to our story. You may have always wondered who your best friend is in my story.

— Yes, she is your best friend that you don't like. Yea....

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Okay, finally I finished it. Some characters may be short. But if it's short, then I can't figure it out.

I'm sorry some characters aren't included. In the future I will add them. But now...sigh.

Next project : yandere south park x Eri reader ( AU GoodbyeEri )

Thank you for reading to the end. — by Luna

[batsyheere]

It is infinitely more funny if both Sasuke and Sakura realized they don't function as well without Naruto and meanwhile Naruto function more efficiently with others.

As in, Naruto without proper support and understanding still succeeded- almost flourished. Naruto with proper support and understanding?

The minute someone figures out that all Naruto needs is a basic grasp of reading its over for Konoha. He has been enlightened and now he is free. Because Naruto, despite being a rather good example of work ethic and actively working to achieve skills, is also a genius. He manages to learn skills or make leaps in jugement canonically that others don't, and honestly the only things holding him back are the sabotage of his education and how stupid shinobi can be.

So the minute in a fanfic Naruto gets even a drop of support and he blossoms, and he starts making leaps and leaving behind his teammates? It is hilarious to witness a duo previously hyperfixated on their own two things, suddenly switching it up when they see that people are suddenly interested in Naruto. That he is suddenly appealing to others, that people think they have a right to his time.

Suddenly Naruto isn't there when training ends, or leaves after missions to "help a friend", he doesn't offer to get ramen with them or even to find more ways to mess with their sensei. And even when they hang out, he's distant- no longer dumb, no longer reliant, sometimes he does things he says he learned from other teachers or even by observing. No longer loud, or distracting Sakura from the way Sasuke isn't perfect, or rivaling Sasuke and giving him chances to grow stronger. He doesn't get upset when Sasuke still beats him at taijutsu, or how Sakura is still better at chakra control, and doesn't brag when he is good at something.

"I guess I just realized we each have our own strengths," Naruto says when they both corner him about it. "And I want to make sure I can keep you both safe because you're my team- you're all I have. Like family. So yeah, I want to learn everything I can do."

And Kakashi learns two things after Sasuke and Sakura have their realizations and new resolutions.

First, that neither Sakura nor Sasuke were in anyway sane and whatever had made them snap was only positive in that it hadn't turned them against Konoha and thus, he did not have to handle them.

And second; He suddenly doesn't have to worry about weird love triangles but does have to worry about suitors and Sasuke and Sakura's reactions to them.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! May I request some twst guys( your choice) with a tall prefect, who don’t really like hug because the other person face always end up in her chest but has a little soft spot for the twst boy so rarely( almost never) only if the other boy initiate the hug the prefect may hug them back?

I know it specific sorry

Tall Fem Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Being tall has its perks but it also has its downsides. Immediate judgment from others, people feeling the need to compete, being the go-to lightbulb changer, and most recently the awkwardness of hugs. If you think about it too hard whoever you're hugging gets a faceful of your chest making for an embarrassing encounter. But when your in the moment of something sweet that doesn’t matter and currently too many were taking advantage of that:

Lilia Vanrouge

Is perfect at spotting the perfect moment 

Going for the hug 

He knows not to nestle into the groove of your chest without moving his arms to maintain the status of a hug

He enjoys it even more when you get over your shock to return the hug

He doesn’t want to let go 

Unfortunately, he’s too old to play the crybaby card 

But…you can so easily be moved to tears

And tearful hugs last even longer

“There, there (Y/n) we’ve done all that we can for that poor soul. No use mulling over the past.”

Its all the more convenient as a reward after a successful…extermination

You don’t have to know that though

All you have to do is hug him tight and let him burrow into your chest

“Mmmm hugs are not only good for the body but for the heart as well. And it is best we take care of both often! So that no one goes on a rampage from lack of love”

Riddle Rosehearts

He doesn’t realize until he’s suffocating in your chest

Whether you’re moved by his painful childhood or his inner-deep feelings 

You are the one wrapping little Riddle in a hug

Unaware of the intimate obsession+ attraction you birth

Not only is your warmth engulfing him 

The softness of your breasts is all over his face

He short-circuits, most likely burning something around you

As his face burns rose-red with embarrassment 

“T-th-thanks (Y-Y/n).”

He’s genuinely moved and if he isn’t already in love with you he’s falling now

He doesn’t want it to end 

It's like letting an addict take a hit

you can’t pull away from him now

So he ushers some tears

Or spreads drool in place of it

If only to prolong a moment as perfect as this

“I greatly appreciate your support, (Y/n). If you’d be willing I’d like to return the favor.”

Ruggie Bucci

The moment is intense 

A life or death situation that forces Ruggie to drop his sly guard 

When you hug him he’s immediately comforted in a way he hadn’t felt since he was a pup

The closeness to your boobs is a secondary observation to your warmth

And as he tightens his hold around you 

He makes a big decision

That you are his and he will never let you go

“Hishishishi you’re a pretty good hugger!” 

He’s not going to cry 

but he will laugh until there are tears

So that they’ll leave a reminder of the day you’ve bonded

But if there's any chance that you may be hugging said, survivors

Don’t be surprised that he’s the only one out 

“I survived (Y/n)...where’s my hug?”

[heartfullofleeches]

Some more sketches of my favorite ghost hunters

My writing sucks so this is what chat said

"you guys should kiss :) :)"

"he's such a normal guy :)"

Sorry that it's pink, it's my grow lights lol

I dunno man - chat sounds pretty dead set on that kiss. Should do it for the views all I'm sayin :)

I love how you draw them so damn much. Beanpole camera man who can do no wrong besides the numerous missing persons cases that will be forever unsolved. Punching my wall, can't even describe how adorable this is. Thanks a bunch

[mint-yooxgi]

{3} - Fight or Flight - Yandere!Redcap!Mingi X Tall!Chubby!Reader

Fae!AU & Yandere!AU - Part of the CoDN Thrill of the Hunt Collab

Genre: Fantasy, Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Mingi X Reader

Words: 9,085

Rating: Mature - 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Please read the warnings carefully, as this is a very heavy story dealing with many dark topics. This is also all of the warnings for this fic as it is one long one shot that I had to split into multiple parts, and I'm too tired right now to individually categorize all of these warnings to their respective parts. 8 ft tall Mingi. Slow burn. Violence: depiction of a massacre, a deer being slaughtered, as well as physical, verbal, sexual, and emotional, both alluded to and not. Blood and gore. Abuse: physical, emotional, verbal, and sexual, both alluded to and implied. Assault: physical, and sexual, both alluded to, implied, and attempted. OC has a really rough past, really this isn't for the faint of heart. Whipping, both alluded to, and done. Mentions of branding. Heavy themes of possession and ownership. Deception. Arson. Really, there's a lot of dark subject matter. Mingi falls hard and fast, thus, he simps a lot for the OC, but it's not a story written by me if Mingi doesn't simp for the OC. The reader is mentioned to be both tall and chubby, but it is not mentioned often, so it shouldn't disrupt the flow of the story when ready if you are not tall and/or chubby. I think that's everything, but if I missed something, please let me know! Smut: Biting/marking, outdoor sex, fingering (fem. rec), oral (fem. rec), hand job (male rec), come eating, overstimulation, Mingi has a dig bick, sex in a spring, really, it's very soft in comparison to the subject matter. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

P.S. If there are any spelling or grammatical errors, please ignore them. I did my best through many rounds of editing, but some are liable to still slip through.

A/n: I am SO sorry this took me LITERALLY forever to complete. I meant to have this out so much earlier, and actually posted on time, but it turned out much, much longer than I ever anticipated it being. I'm really proud of how this story turned out, and I didn't want to split it into multiple parts because I felt it would take away from the story as a whole. I'm super excited for you all to read this one, as I had a tremendous amount of fun writing it, and I really hope you all love Mingi's and OC's journey as much as I do. Huge shoutout and thanks to @anyamaris and @kwanisms for listening to me ramble and rave about this story both before and during the writing process, and for always encouraging me while writing! Also, huge thank you to @sanjoongie for being so patient and understanding with me as I write this all out in full. I hope you all enjoy! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Summary: Out of one horrible situation and into another, the cycle of abuse never stops. You've lived with monsters your whole life. So, what's one more?

P.P.S. Please don't let this flop guys. If you enjoyed it, please reblog!!!

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

You were wrong.

Not only is this redcap the most infuriating fae possible, but he has no tact when it comes to handling you. Clearly, he’s never dealt with humans before, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. Every chance he gets, he’s shoving you around, pulling you harshly to your feet and snapping at you to ‘get a move on’ if you’re not moving at a quick enough pace for him.

Gone is the almost surreal atmosphere of peace the morning had brought you. Instead, as evening shifts into night, only irritation seems to fill the silence between the two of you. Whether he’s upset at himself for relating to a human or not is unbeknownst to you. All you do know is that he seems to dislike you more than he did the previous day.

“Are you done yet?” His voice cuts through the gentle sounds of the pond you’re currently bathing in.

Your head turns to stare at his back, noticing he stands a better guard than Windfel ever did. Not once did this fae turn around even to toy with you. Truly, he kept his word about being respectful about this kind of stuff, and for that, you should be grateful. Only, a creeping sense of dread begins to sink into your bones.

Slowly, you begin to make your way out of the pond, not quite feeling as refreshed as you should. The constant pounding of your heart within your chest reminds you that you’re still alive, and as you pull on the new clothes, you cannot keep your hands from shaking.

“Have you finished? I need to wrap your wound.” His arms are crossed over his chest, that much you can tell.

“I can do it myself.” Comes your somewhat sharp reply, looking around for where he put that roll of bandages he scavenged from a nearby town.

“No, you’re going to do it wrong.” He sighs, beginning to tap his foot against the ground. “I don’t want your wound getting infected again and slowing us down even further.”

Your features pull into a scowl. One which you are grateful he cannot see at the moment. You remain silent, tugging the loose shirt over your head once dry enough to do so. Only a grunt is given to acknowledge he can turn to face you, one which he seemingly immediately understands.

“Sit down.” He commands, walking over to you with another leaf filled with fresh paste in his one hand.

You comply, barely holding back your grumble of discontent. “Yes, General.”

The fae lets out a sharp breath through his nose, kneeling beside you on the ground. He says nothing as he begins to apply the paste over your now healing wound.

The cut on your leg is doing tremendously better in such a short amount of time. No longer does it crust at the edges, and the swelling has gone down significantly. There’s a small scab that rests over the deepest part of the cut, but the edges are much fainter than before, almost scar like in appearance. Sure, it still aches, but it’s nowhere near as horrendous or as infected as it once was.

Carefully, he spreads the paste over your cut. You notice his claws have retracted once more, and though he’s focussing intently on what he’s doing, he isn’t all that gentle. At one particular point, he adds a bit too much pressure to his fingers over the worst part of your cut, and you flinch.

A sharp hiss escapes you before you can stop yourself, and he removes his hand.

He says nothing as he discards of the leaf this time, reaching over to grab the roll of bandages. Wordlessly, he slides his one hand beneath your knee, tugging it upwards without warning.

Your initial response is to scold him, but given how close he is to you right now, combined with the fact that he is treating your wound, you don’t want to give him an opportunity to attack you. If he’s this good with treating them, then obviously he’s even better at causing them. Besides, there are ways he could torment you with the worst pain imaginable, all while making sure to still keep you alive.

It’s not like that hasn’t happened before. You would know.

There is no time, nor opportunity for you to be embarrassed right now. True to his word, he barely takes his eyes from your wounded leg the whole time he treats it. No roaming hands. No snide remarks, or suggestive comments about anything.

Whether he takes notice of the other scars lining your legs is unbeknownst to you, for he doesn’t comment on a single one. Instead, his brow is furrowed in concentration, his hands moving roughly around your thigh as he wraps the bandage around your wound. It’s almost as if he’s working subconsciously, letting his muscles repeat the monotonous motion of covering your wound without thinking. Almost as if he’s done this a thousand times before.

In the back of your mind, you begin to wonder about him. What was his past like? How did he learn to treat wounds this well? Is he truly as terrifying as you’ve been led to believe?

You catch yourself, blinking a few time to clear your vision. These are not things you should concern yourself with. You need to worry about yourself, and only yourself right now.

Looking back at the fae, you notice that his eyes are glazed. Still, he stares intently down at your thigh. You can tell he’s not paying attention, for he bandages your thigh too tightly, tying it off without a second thought.

“It’s too tight.” A blunt comment which seems to snap him out of his thoughts.

“No, it’s not.” He clicks his tongue, standing back to his feet. “Quit complaining, and let’s get a move on. I’ve already wasted enough time waiting for you today.”

“Isn’t it dangerous for me to travel at night?” You remark, tugging the fresh pair of pants over your legs as he walks over to the tree line.

“Not with me, it’s not.” Comes his gruff reply as he begins to stalk deeper into the woods. “Keep up. I’m not stopping if you fall behind.”

Without another word, and with a deep sigh, you take off after him. That stem of red spider lilies you still have with you gets hastily tucked back into your pants pocket. Despite the petals wilting every day, you cling onto it. It means too much to you, and the fact that you were able to find a single stem in the wild still makes your head spin.

Your favourite flower, come to bring you home.

Surprisingly, you manage to keep pace with the fae quite well. You can tell he’s not travelling at his top speed, but the trek is still manageable, and your thigh doesn’t throb once.

Your ankle on the other hand…

Sometime over the course of the night, your foot had started going numb. Your limp has become more prominent, and with every step you take, pain shoots up your right ankle. You manage to bear it for quite a bit longer. That is, until you lose your footing, tripping over a sudden root in your path and falling to the ground with a loud thump.

An annoyed sigh greets your ears, followed by even louder stomps heading back in your direction.

“Are you that incompetent-“ A sharp intake of breath. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m always bleeding.” You push yourself upward, feeling pain shoot through your fingertips.

Oh, yes. You forgot. You cracked your nails.

Sitting yourself on the ground, you let out a sigh of your own. Gently, you go to raise your hands to your face in order to assess the damage. However, before you can get very far, two large hands envelope your own.

“You’re a walking disaster.” He clicks his tongue, studying your fingertips thoroughly.

His touch is not soft, but it’s not as rough as this morning. Still, he turns your hands in his without thought, tugging your arms lightly forward as he brings your fingertips closer to his face.

Your expression hardens, pursing your lips. “So I’ve been told.”

He says nothing, but you do notice his gaze flick upwards to your face. A moment later, and he’s letting out another sigh. “Is there anything else I should be made aware of?”

“Well, since you’re asking,” you reply smartly, pain and irritation ridding you of your normal filter. “I haven’t been able to feel my right foot for over two hours.”

He swears lowly under his breath. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were now my own personal doctor.” You snap.

A low growl greets you in response, and you freeze. With wide eyes, you meet his own.

“I would like to make it back to my home without any further setbacks.” He snarls. “Preferably with you in one piece.”

“Didn’t realize I was so important to you, General,” you tug your hands out from his grip, and surprisingly, you do not feel the sharp sting of fresh cuts adorning your skin from his claws. In fact, it looks as if he retracted them before he even started examining your hands.

A strange, yet welcomed fact which you didn’t bother to notice until now.

“You’re not.” He spits out his reply, standing back to his full height in the next second. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a bit with some supplies.”

Without waiting for a response, he takes off into the night. 

All you can hear are the sounds of the forest around you, and the faint stomping of the fae away from you as you drag yourself to rest against a tree. Finally, you feel as if you can breathe easier. 

There’s a war going on within yourself. You still want to make the general so mad that he kills you in a fit of rage, while another part of you is genuinely regretting that decision. Whether it happens or not, is still yet to be seen. At least you no longer have starvation, dehydration, and infection clouding your mind.

About an hour later, the fae returns to see you having stripped yourself of your pants. The bandage he had tied around your thigh rests to the side as you let the wound breathe, and it looks the best it has in weeks. Whatever that paste is made from has really helped, for now all that remains of the initial cut is a small scar, and a minor scab.

You notice he spares a glance at your thigh. “How’s your leg?”

Your brow quirks, but you school your features into a neutral expression almost as quickly as it comes.

“Well, I’m starting to gain feeling back in my foot.” You say, watching him carefully as he crosses the short distance between the both of you. “I told you the bandages were too tight.”

“Do you ever stop nagging?” His features twist in irritation as he crouches beside you.

Almost instantly, your breath catches, and your expression falls. Your throat bobs as you swallow thickly, averting your gaze to the side. Old memories, ones you had shoved deep down inside of you resurface, and bile rises in your throat.

“I suppose I should feel grateful for having you keep me from dying.”

“Feel whatever you want to, mortal,” he sighs, handing you a canteen of water. “I have no ties to you, and you have none to me.”

“Then, what do you call this?” Pointedly, you spare a glance down at your almost fully healed thigh, making sure to catch his gaze.

“Insurance.” He states bluntly. Not even a second later, his eyes fall shut, and he’s breathing out a long sigh. “Look, I’m getting tired of repeating myself-“

“I know.” You cut him off. “I’m useless if I can’t function properly.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“You didn’t have to.” You turn your head, jaw twitching as tears prick at your eyes.

You’ve heard it all before. Over and over for what feels like your entire life. Friends, family… all those that were supposed to love you, to care for you.

You nearly scoff.

Love. What a useless emotion. You’re not even sure it exists anymore. Though, you’re sure your parents would argue that they did even this for you out of whatever twisted love they claim to have for you.

No. They wouldn’t know love even if it hit them right in their faces. 

No one has ever loved you. No one ever will.

“We’ll rest here until you’re fully healed, and then we’ll continue the journey back to the keep.” His voice, solid and stern, pulls you out of your own thoughts. “That way there’s no excuse as to why we need to make additional stops.”

“Yes, General,” your voice is much weaker than before, barely coming out as more than a hoarse whisper. It’s as if you’ve suddenly lost the will to fight. If you ever even had it in the first place.

A grunt is all you hear from him in response. In fact, that’s all you hear from him for the rest of the morning, and as the sun begins to rise over the horizon, you fall into a deep, restless sleep.

***

It takes two full days for your wound to fully heal. Granted it only took one for the cut to become nothing more than a scar, but it was better to be safe, than sorry.

Despite the setbacks, Mingi actually feels relieved now that he knows you won’t be able to slow him down since your thigh has healed. Looking after you hasn’t been so bad, either. Your company, surprisingly enough, can actually be quite enjoyable.

There are times where you don’t seem to filter yourself as heavily as others. He enjoys those the most. You have an attitude to you that he can appreciate. An attitude which reminds himself of his younger days, before he became the seasoned general that he is now. He honestly wishes he would see it more often from you, but every time you allow yourself to snap back at him, it’s as if you expect him to hit you for it.

Not only that, but the past few times you’ve fallen asleep, you seem to be tormented by terrors unknown to him. He can hear you thrashing against the tree you rest on, whimpering into the stillness of the night as your body attempts to curl in on itself.

It bothers him, and he doesn’t understand why. 

Ever since he saw you attempting to frantically crawl away from him that day after he had slaughtered that deer, something within himself has shifted. 

Mingi has always known he’s a monster. He was born a monster. He was raised a monster. He is a monster, and he’s never for one moment denied that part of himself. Of course, he has his own moral code he lives by, but again, he doesn’t enjoy wasting his time on easy prey. 

If it’s not worth killing over, it’s not worth dying for.

Besides, no one respects him for the minor kills. He wouldn’t have gotten where he is today if he took the easy path. He has a reputation to uphold, and killing people that are not even worth his time only makes people fear him.

Fear isn’t what can drive people to be loyal. Respect can.

No one gains respect by slaughtering countless humans here. At least, in his opinion. It would be the same as targeting children. Who gains honour from tearing apart the weak and defenceless? Certainly not him. He never has, and he never will. 

There’s no valour in that.

Still, there is something about you that irritates him to no end. Every time you call him general, he wants to rip your tongue from your throat. The way he catches you looking at him from time to time makes him want to gouge your eyes from your head. Yet, there’s something about the way you’ve come to rely on him, about being able to actually take care of something in such a way instead of destroying like he’s used to. Something about the way he feels as if he can just live around you, causes his guard to weaken and start to crumble. 

A vulnerability he hasn’t felt in a long time. A vulnerability that, in actuality, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt in his entire life.

Maybe that’s why you irritate him so much.

Stupid human making him feel stupid things he’s never felt before.

The sun sets in the distance, casting a golden hue across the surrounding area. A gentle breeze cools the humid air of the day, giving way for the crisp stillness that night is sure to bring.

Still, you limp along.

Your stamina has improved since your wound has healed, and you seem to be more keenly aware of your surroundings. Enough so, that Mingi can see the familiar shine of recognition behind your eyes as the forest begins to thin up ahead. 

“Shouldn’t there-“ you swallow, panting lightly. “Shouldn’t there be a town up ahead?”

A low hum in confirmation is all you receive in response as Mingi breaks through the tree line. He pauses, waiting for you to catch up. Taking the time now, he scans over the area, no annoying pests in sight. Of course, there are the town’s other inhabitants, but at least the pain in the ass seems to be gone for the moment. If his missing scent is anything to go by, Seonghwa hasn’t been home in quite a few days.

Perhaps those small set backs were more of an advantage than Mingi thought.

“Come on,” Mingi says, leading you towards a tavern across the way. “We’ll stay here for the night. I could use a decent rest in a bed instead of on the ground for a change.”

Eager eyes follow the both of you as you cross the short distance between the woods and the tavern, and Mingi can already hear the whispers floating in the air. He knows that he’s easily recognizable, given the red band tied around his upper arm, but hearing them comment about you sets his skin prickling.

The worst part is, he doesn’t know why.

Stepping inside, the familiar smells of malt ale and other fermented substances greet his nostrils. There’s a distinct stench of body odour, and malcontent lingering in the air that irritate his nose the further into the tavern he goes. The rowdy patrons are all around, laughing and jeering amongst themselves as he steps up to the counter. 

Even though he spares a glance over his shoulder to check, he knows that you’re scurrying after him as fast as you can. You seem to be able to feel the pointed stares sent your way as Mingi discusses lodging arrangements with the owner. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, Mingi watches you shift uncomfortably on your feet, curling in on yourself as loud voices reach the both of your ears.

“Isn’t that that infamous redcap general?” A loud whisper cuts through the noise of the tavern.

“What’s a human doing with him?” Another hisses, and Mingi can feel his one ear twitch.

“You think he’s claimed her?”

“I don’t see a mark.” Such a smug comment causes Mingi’s jaw to tick in irritation. 

What ever happened to minding one’s own business?

“You think we could convince him to let us have some fun with her?”

“Maybe I should give her a mark of my own-“

“Watch your tongue before you lose it.” The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them, his sharp gaze locked onto the fae that had uttered such a repulsive phrase.

A sudden silence encases the entire tavern, and even your eyes go wide. 

The comment from the general is so unexpected, it seems to even surprise him.

Mingi is acutely aware of all eyes on him now. Not even a drop of condensation falls against a single glass as he snatches the ward key from the counter. With his opposite hand, he pushes you along, only causing you to stumble forwards and towards the stairs at the back of the room.

“Don’t concern yourselves with business that is not your own.” Mingi snaps, practically shoving you up the stairs and out of sight from hungry, prying eyes. 

Eyes of which that seem to follow you all the way to the room. A fact which only serves to irritate him more, a scowl tugging at his features as he unlocks the door with the ward key. A moment later, the entrance swings open, and he’s dragging you inside.

“This was a bad idea.” He begins to pace, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I was fine the last time I passed through this town.” Your reply is much softer than he’s used to, and he spares a glance in your direction.

There you stand, still fidgeting in your spot. Your hands tug at the long sleeves of your shirt, shoulders curling in on yourself as you intently stare at the ground. Your eyes have lost that faint shine he’s come to know over the past few days, the brightness having dulled suddenly into a blank nothingness.

He bets you’re thinking about their eyes on you, and how everyone was gazing at you like you were a piece of meat. Even he can still see the way tongues ran over sharp teeth, lips curling back against fangs in malicious grins as the scents of excitement and thrill bombarded his senses.

His own lips draw back in a scowl, and he nearly growls.

“Do you understand what they were implying?” Mingi can barely keep his breathing under control as he turns to look out the window.

Claws dig into wood, fingers nearly snapping the window frame from the pressure of his grip. What only makes this worse is he doesn’t understand why those comments have set him off so much. It’s simply typical fae talk, no different than what his subordinates had said when you first showed up at the edge of their encampment.

Thinking back on it now, the thought nearly makes him snarl.

“It’s nothing I’m not used to with men-“

“They are not men.” Mingi snaps, his chest heaving as he turns to face you.

Immediately, you recoil back, mild shock on your features. That is, until you’re schooling your expression and taking a deep breath in.

“Why should it matter what they say, then?” You keep your voice low, steady. 

“It doesn’t.” His reply is quick. Too quick.

“Aren’t they your kin? Don’t you think the exact same way?” Your voice rises slightly, and the tears he can see shining in your gaze cause his chest to begin to ache.

“I have never- will never think that way.” Mingi shakes his head, fingers tangling in his locks and tugging exasperatedly at the roots. “I may not like your kind, but I don’t agree with treating them however we want to just because we can.”

His head is spinning and throbbing all at once. He feels both freezing cold and burning hot, and he cannot prevent his eyes from shifting from you to the door. His breathing, which he has always been able to master, comes in erratic pants, fangs bared as his claws scratch at his scalp.

“You had no problem with it before when it was your men saying it.”

A silence so deadly settles over the room.

In the blink of an eye, Mingi has you pinned against the wall. His arm rests over your upper chest as he looms over you, teeth bared in a snarl. Raised in the air above his head is his opposite arm, claws glinting beneath the light of the moon as he prepares to strike.

Only, the hitch in your breath pulls him back to reality.

Immediately, he stumbles away from you, staring at his hands in horror. He doesn’t register the single sob that echoes through the silence of the room like a knife, nor does he hear the frantic beating of your heart over his own racing in his ears. What he does catch, however, is the single tear that cuts a path down your cheek, and the way your trembling body collapses to the floor.

The moment you touch ground, you go limp, staring vacantly at the wall across from you.

Mingi’s hands drop to his sides, balling them into fists as he stomps over to the door. 

“I’ll be back.”

The last thing he sees before the door swings shut is you supporting yourself with your hands braced upon the floor. He doesn’t give himself time to think as he storms back downstairs and straight over to the bar, ignoring the pointed stares sent his way.

He needs time to think, to sort out the mess that is his head. Perhaps you could use this time alone, too. Besides, it’s not like you can escape the room you’re in. Only he has the key to get in, and it’s not like you can jump out of the window. The glass is too strong for you to break.

You’re trapped, just like you’ve always been since he caught up to you. Yet, for some reason, that simple thought makes his brow furrow.

He doesn’t want you to feel trapped…

Frowning down into his glass, Mingi downs his ale. A few moments later, and his glass has been refilled. What a perfect way to end the day: by drowning his sorrows in a room full of boisterous fae, drinking until even the most proper of them cannot tell up from down.

About an hour into his drinking, he senses a few other fae saddle up beside him. The scraping of the stools on the ground cuts through the noise of the tavern, and much to Mingi’s annoyance, the fae from earlier that were making comments are the ones that surround him.

“So, what brings you to town, General?” The one with muted butterfly wings on his back asks. He was the one who commented on convincing Mingi to have some fun with you.

Mingi takes another sip of his drink. “Hunt.”

“Oh, so that’s why you’re with that human.” Another hums, small horns protruding from the top of his head. His skin has a slight green hue to it, and Mingi recalls the way he spoke about giving you a mark of his own. “Mustn’t have put up much of a fight, eh?”

A scowl mars Mingi’s brow, but he hides it behind the rim of his glass, downing the rest of its contents in a single shot.

“Surprised she’s not torn to shreds.” Another hums, leaning casually against the edge of the bar. He’s a bit shorter than the other two, but Mingi notes the way he bounces his one hand in the air, almost impatiently. “Or are you saving that for later?”

“Oh, you sly general, you,” the one with the horns nudges Mingi’s shoulder. “Lure the human into a false sense of security, then tear her asunder when she least expects it!”

The three fae share a laugh, fangs glinting beneath the light as their lips curl deviously in mirth.

“I thought I told you to not concern yourself with business that is not your own.” Mingi replies gruffly, slamming his now empty glass back on top of the counter.

“It’s not our fault you brought an unclaimed human into our midst.” The one leaning against the counter titters.

“Really, you should share some of the fun with the rest of us,” the winged one laughs, flicking his eyebrows in a suggestive matter.

“And what would your town’s overseer say if he could hear you now?” Mingi turns his sharp gaze towards the two fae on his right side.

If there’s one thing that Mingi can’t fault the pain in the ass for, it’s that he maintains good control over those that follow him. At least, those that reside in this town.

“Seonghwa’s not here.” The fae with the horns hums. “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

Mingi’s jaw twitches. These fae have clearly done this multiple times with humans before, and gotten away with it despite Seonghwa’s rule not to touch any that enter the village under his watch. Though, with that specificity, Mingi isn’t that surprised.

“Come on, General,” the one with the wings taunts. “Think of how satisfying her shrieks of terror will be.”

A flash of you scrambling away from him in terror flashes through his mind, your desperate cries ringing through his ears.

“Humans are such weak, pathetic creatures, anyways.” The one leaning on the counter rolls his eyes as Mingi stands to his feet. “It’ll probably be the only action she ever sees in her life with how ugly she is. She’ll probably be thanking us by the end of it for make her feel desirable.”

An image, soft and pure, of you tenderly gazing down at that wilting stem of spider lilies flits through his mind, and Mingi tenses. A blink, and the once peaceful scene shifts, blood splattered over your face as tears cut fresh tracks through the dirt and grime smeared over your cheeks.

“Don’t you want to feel the warmth of her blood spilling onto your hands as you bathe yourself in its crimson flow?” The fae with the horns grins maniacally. “Taste its bitter scent as it drips down your tongue?”

Mingi’s hands, which are currently clenched into fists at his sides, begin shaking.

“Come on, General,” the one that’s leaning against the bar continues, pushing himself forwards to lean into the silent redcap’s back. “Let us have our fun. We’ll take her off your hands.”

“Yeah,” The winged one smirks, eyes glinting in the light of the tavern. “Don’t you know human meat is a delicacy around here?”

“Let alone one so young, and fresh,” the horned one snickers, his grin widening as he licks his lips. “Oh, I can’t wait to tear into her-“

Blood splatters across the top of the bar, and every patron turns to see what the sudden commotion is about. Not a sound can be heard for several tense moments as realization settles over the entire room.

The horned fae can do nothing but open and close his jaw, blood spilling from his mouth as he stumbles away from the redcap across from him. Horror paints his features for a brief second before anger is taking over, watching as Mingi drops the now severed muscle in his hand, the horned fae’s tongue thudding against the floor.

“I warned you.”

Without another word, Mingi is storming outside the tavern to get some fresh air. The rest of the fae around him immediately part to let him pass, low whispers following him all the way outside. His hand clenches repeatedly, feeling disgusted by the wet warmth that covers his fingers.

Normally, Mingi would revel in the feeling. He loves the way blood coats his skin when he goes in for the kill, not to mention maiming something that annoys him. Sure, he has his morals, but that doesn’t mean he won’t put in the effort when the time calls for it.

Mingi doesn’t quite exactly know why he reacted the way he did. He put up with his men boasting about wanting to do much worse to you while back in the encampment. Yet, how three unknown fae could rile him up so easily only makes the confusion and anger he’s feeling all the more prominent.

It’s only because you’re still technically on a hunt with him. You’re not home free just yet. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He has to make sure you both make it back unharmed, and that includes not letting other fae take advantage of you.

No other reason. 

None at all.

Taking a deep breath in, Mingi lets the crisp night air fill his lungs. He flicks his wrist, more blood splattering against the ground as he scowls down at his hand. His whole body is tense, and he’s surprised his teeth don’t crack from the force at which he clenches his jaw.

He should probably check on you soon. It’s been a long day, and all he wants to do is rest. No more dealing with this stupid shit for the moment. It’s time for him to turn his brain off.

Besides, he could use the downtime.

Heading back inside after about five more minutes, Mingi flexes his hand. The now dried blood cracks over his skin, and a feeling of unease settles inside his chest. The other three fae are nowhere to be seen, and at the way a few of the other patrons spare looks his way out of the corners of their eyes, he can tell something is off.

It’s quiet.

Too quiet.

***

For half an hour, you do not move from your spot. 

Your ankle throbs as you curl up on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as best as you can. A familiar position, as you find your tears quickly depleting as your entire being goes numb.

Blankly, you stare at the opposite wall. You were this close to getting him to kill you, and you don’t know if you’re more upset at yourself or him for not seeing it through.

It’s not like you trusted him, nor do you necessarily trust him in general. However, faced with the same scenario you’ve played out so many times before, all you could see was that monster covered in blood, ready to strike you down once more.

There’s a bitterness that builds within your chest, but you don’t know if it’s at yourself, or the fae. You were so close to being done with all of this. Are you that horrible at committing to something, and seeing it through, that not even a fae wants to kill you? Are you that useless that you can’t even do that right?

Taking in a shaky breath, you finally push yourself up into a sitting position. Your whole body groans in protest, muscles aching due to the position you had been laying in on the cold, hard floor. Slowly, you pull yourself to your feet, mindful of the twinge in your right ankle as you hobble over to one of the side doors.

You’re pretty sure you saw a bathroom on the way in.

Time seems to pass languidly, and much too quickly all at once. By the time you pull yourself out of the tub, you have no idea if the redcap has returned or not. You didn’t hear his telltale footsteps stomping through the room, but you’ve learned that he can be quite light on his feet when he wants to be. Who knows how much time you have left to yourself, anyways.

As you’re drying off, you can faintly hear a commotion coming from the direction of the stairs. It seems as if one of the patrons has gotten too rowdy, for all seems to still a moment later.

You shake your head, wrapping the surprisingly fluffy towel around your plush body, and limping back into the main area of the room. The redcap is nowhere in sight, but there seems to be a fresh pile of clothes laid out on the bed. There’s even a clean set of undergarments for you, and as you look closer, you realize that it’s actually your old set. Upon a thorough inspection, they appear as if brand new, washed and dried to perfection.

Such a small gesture, whether through some form of magic, or something else, causes your heart to swell. It’s been a long time since you’ve had anything done for you like this, and to say it means a lot would be a tremendous understatement.

Feeling the material of your undergarments between your fingers, you let out a soft sigh through your nose. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you begin to change, managing to pull everything on quickly. There’s still a faint warmth clinging to the material of the clothes, as if they’ve been left out in the sun for too long, or have rested beside an open fire. It calms you, and breathing starts to become a little bit easier.

Standing from the bed, you can hear muffled voices begin shouting at each other from down the hallway. You figure them to be other patrons staying overnight, so you think nothing of it to walk towards the bathroom to hang your towel upon the back of the door. You’re sure you saw a little hook there before…

Just as you go to reenter the bathroom, the main door to the room swings open. You expect it to be the redcap returning from wherever it is that he went, but instead, what you see, or rather, whom, has you freezing right in your tracks.

Three unfamiliar fae stand before you. One has light green skin and horns, who seems to be bleeding from his mouth. Another has large wings, akin to a butterfly, with a neutral coloured pattern painted over them. The third is very human-like in appearance. He’s shorter than his two companions, with pointed ears, sharp teeth, and claws that adorn his features.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.” The one with the wings steps forwards, a malicious grin tugging at his lips.

Naturally, you take a step backwards, your heart jumping into your throat. Your eyes dart between the three fae as they creep towards you, matching their pace with each step backwards you take. In the back of your mind, you begin to wonder if it was the redcap that gave them the key to unlock this room.

“Don’t act so coy, Doll,” the human-like fae drawls, his fangs prominent as he smiles wickedly at you. “We’re only here to have some fun. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Please, I don’t want any trouble,” you say weakly, lifting your hands before you slightly in a defensive position.

Boisterous laughter greets your ears as the door to the room swings shut behind them, sealing your fate. There’s no way the other fae is going to come back to save you now. You’re stuck, and this time, you really will die at the hands of three unfamiliar fae who look at you like an object they’re going to enjoy ripping apart.

“You should have thought of that before you waltzed in here without a claim, acting like you own the place,” the one with wings spits, and you can hear the green one gargle out something that sounds like a noise of agreement. Only, more blood escapes his mouth, and he ends up spitting it in your direction and onto the floor at your feet.

“You’re not going to look much different than that pile of blood once we’re done with you,” the human-like one says, a sick, twisted sense of glee lighting up his features.

“Until then, you live to serve us.” The butterfly winged fae adds sharply. “We’ll take all the pleasure we can from this pathetic body of yours, and after each round, you’re going to thank us for even bothering to touch you.”

You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, skin prickling in disgust as bile builds in your chest. Your stomach drops, and before you can think, you spin on your heel, attempting to make a break out the window.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The human-like fae blocks your path, grabbing your wrists in his hands harshly and holding you in place.

“Let me go!” You begin to thrash around to no avail, tripping over your own feet as you get dragged back and towards the one bed.

“Oh, this one has some fight left in her,” the winged one snickers, leaning casually against the wall as he observes the scene. “Looks like that general was too easy on this one. Guess we’ll have to make up for lost time.”

“You should be thanking us for even looking at a disgusting creature such as yourself.” The one that had dragged you towards the bed throws you upon it, wasting no time in pinning you down upon the mattress.

Your protests and pleas to stop fall on deaf ears. In fact, the more you struggle, the more it seems to delight the three fae closing in around you. Thrashing beneath his harsh hold only earns you a knee to the stomach, and you cry out in pain. 

Tears leak out of the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as you feel hands groping you all over as the fae above you keeps you captive beneath him. This scene is all to familiar to you, and just as with all those times before, no one is coming to your rescue. 

No matter how loudly you scream, no matter how much you beg, struggle, and cry, no one will care.

The only certainty that now awaits you is death.

“Stop struggling,” the fae above you hisses, his one hand pinning your wrists above your head as he adds more pressure to the knee digging into your stomach. “Shut up, and take it like pathetic human you are.”

The moment you see the fae reach a clawed hand towards your shirt, you stop breathing. 

It feels as if time stops. One moment the fae is above you, pinning you down unforgivingly. The next, he’s gone, the pressure on both your wrists and stomach completely having disappeared.

A sickening crunch echoes throughout the room, followed by an immediate scream of pain.

A blur moves through the room, and suddenly, you see a wing get tossed towards the window, followed shortly by another. The tearing sounds resonate through the room, followed almost immediately by muffled screams and pleas for mercy.

Only one figure remains within view, and as he uncurls himself into a standing position, his full height looms over the entire room. His towering form fills the space around you, and as you lay upon the bed, you feel as if you can breathe again. Never have you been so grateful to see that terrifying redcap standing across from you, but still you cannot prevent your body from shaking.

“All this for a fucking human.” A voice from the ground spits harshly.

Looking down, you see the green fae cowering in the corner, and the one with the once beautiful butterfly wings laying face down on his stomach. His back is completely torn asunder, blood coating the entire area as his wings lie in torn heaps upon the ground.

“You’re going to break code just for a stupid mortal?” The same fae hisses, pure anger on his features as he trembles beneath the redcap’s piercing gaze.

“You can’t kill us.” The one human-like fae by the window laughs. He seems to be holding his hands before himself, fingers severely deformed and sticking out in odd angles. Bones peek through his flesh, and blood coats every inch of his hands, but that does not prevent the way his whole body trembles as the redcap takes a menacing step towards him.

“You’re not dead yet, are you?” The general spits, gaze sharp as he pointedly looks between all three fae cowering around the room.

Frantically, they shake their heads.

“That’s what I thought.” He snaps, lips pulled over his fangs in a snarl. “I doubt any of you want to chance a duel against me given the state you’re all in. Not that’d you’d survive, even at full strength.”

Again, the three fae shake their head. Though this time, scowls adorn their features.

“Now,” the redcap’s eyes flash, a low snarl permeating the air. “Get out of my sight before I rid you all of yours.”

All three fae scramble for the door, the human-like one managing to trip over his own feet and land harshly on his broken hands. A sharp cry escapes him, and the horned fae ends up having to pull the other to his feet, soon supporting both broken fae as they tumble out of the room.

You can hear the redcap muttering under his breath, leaning down to pick something up from the floor. Not even a second later, and he’s crushed what appears to be a second ward key in his hand, tossing it over his shoulder without another thought.

He turns to you.

There you lie, stiff as a board on top of the one mattress. The other bed lays untouched to your side, but all you can do is stare with wide eyes at the redcap before you. Your gaze darts over the blood splattered on his skin, the red dotting his clothing in random patterns.

Your lungs burn, and your eyes sting. Yet, still, you do not move. No words escape you, not trusting your voice for the moment as you wait for him to move.

He takes a cautious step forward, but you fail to see the way his gaze softens as he does.

A whimper escapes you, another tear sliding from the corner of your cheek.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he lifts his hands, palms facing upwards to show you he means you no harm. “Breathe.”

Oh, yeah. You should probably fill your lungs with air. No wonder your chest is burning.

A stuttering gasp escapes you as you heave a large breath into your lungs. However, the second you do, a harsh sob escapes you. Immediately, you’re scrambling back on the bed, a hand clutching over your stomach where that fae dug his knee into you. Your wrists throb, more tears blurring your vision as the redcap takes another step towards you.

“Stay away.” The plea is but a desperate whisper upon your lips, chin trembling as you attempt to curl in on yourself.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Still, he keeps his hands in the air, palms facing towards you. “You have my word.”

Your gaze catches on the blood staining his clothes, smeared over his skin, and you shake your head.

For a moment, you swear you watch his brow furrow, only for realization to line his features. He straightens, doing his best to move in the least threatening manner possible.

“Stay here.” His voice is low, an edge of worry lining his command.

Before you can even react, the fae disappears into the bathroom. You can hear the sound of water, followed by some frantic scrubbing. Then, more water trickling along with the movement inside the bathroom.

The whole time you sit on the bed, your gaze is locked on the little opening where the main door to the room and the door to the bathroom reside. You can faintly hear things being shuffled around you, and you swear you catch something dart across the room out of the corner of your eye. It’s small, and quick, but when you shift your head to look, all that greets you is empty space.

An empty room devoid of any of the mess you just witnessed stain it.

The blood splatters are gone, along with the tattered remains of the one fae’s wings. There’s even a fresh set of clothing at the end of your bed by your feet, completely identical to the ones you’re currently wearing.

You swallow thickly.

Turning your head, you begin to look around the room once more. Your eyes search for one thing in particular, and you find it resting beside you on the bedside table. It’s almost as if it had been placed delicately beside you after someone had realized the horrifying events that have just taken place.

The red spider lilies are crushed, the stem broken in two. The flower that means so much to you has been tread upon like it’s nothing, reflecting exactly how you feel in this moment. Only a few petals remain, wilted and dead, clinging to the plant for dear life in a final attempts to maintain what once was pure.

Slowly, you reach over and take the dying stem into your trembling grip.

A choked sob escapes you, and you’re quick to slap a hand over your mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut. The hand you have holding the flower also clutches at your throbbing stomach as your whole body shakes with the weight of your situation.

What you’ve been through - what you’re going through - you cannot take it anymore.

The hand that caresses the top of your head is soft, but the unexpected touch still makes you nearly jump out of your skin. Pain lingers in your gaze as you turn to see the redcap staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

No, not unreadable. You just cannot accept that someone is actually looking at you in concern, rather than pity for once.

He pulls his hand away, hesitant in the way he leans the slightest bit over the bed that you’re curled up on. His normally looming figure doesn’t seem so intimidating all of a sudden, almost as if his features have softened beneath the faint glow of the moon.

You watch him carefully, observing his every movement with a wary glint to your gaze. He saved you. He protected you, and you don’t know if that scares you more than if he had sent those other three fae after you like you had originally thought. His actions confuse you, and more than anything, you’re tired. 

Exhaustion doesn’t even come close to the immense fatigue you feel. You’re tired of the life you were given. Tired of the life you’ve been forced into. Tired of living.

Honestly, you don’t know what to do anymore. It seems accepting your fate isn’t going exactly as you thought it would, nor is it as easy as it seems.

“Are you hurt?” Though he keeps his voice soft, the sudden timbre cutting through the silence of the room still makes you jump.

You shake your head, hand tightening around that broken flower over your stomach.

His eyes glance the movement, and his expression falls slightly.

“I only wish to make sure you’re okay.” Again, he keeps his voice soft, tone steady as he meets your gaze.

You bite your lower lip, attempting to keep it from wobbling as a single sob wracks your entire body. Then another, and then another, until you’re breaking down before his very eyes.

Tears stream down your face as you continue to muffle your sobs behind your one hand. Your eyes squeeze shut, simply wishing to disappear in this very moment. You wish you had never been born, where nothing but servitude, injustice, and hell rule your life with an iron grip.

From the very first memories you can recall, someone has always been using you. Whether it be your parents, friends, or other family members, you’ve always lived to serve. No one has ever cared for you, and no one has ever fought for you.

It all feels like one big joke. A lie concocted by the monster stalking you through your every waking nightmare, ready to jump out and laugh at you for even thinking anyone could ever care for you.

Yet, despite the darkness swirling within, a light begins to peek through.

Softly, the bed dips as the fae rests a knee on the mattress. His hand strokes gently over your head, tentatively pulling you into his arms as he settles himself against the headboard.

“Shh, it’s okay,” his voice is calm, soothing. “I’ve got you.”

He holds you against his chest, cradling your head in the palm of his hand. He’s hesitant as he comforts you, making sure his arms are loose enough to allow you to pull away if need be. Only, you do not shy from his touch, instead finding it oddly satisfying that he of all creatures chose to comfort you.

Most important of all, you let him.

“I won’t let anything else harm you,” he says softly. “Not while I’m here to protect you.”

His one hand strokes lightly over your back, and though a shiver caresses your spine at the first touch, you find yourself melting into the warmth of his embrace. It’s soothing, and everything you’ve always needed but have never gotten in your entire life. A safety that shouldn’t be as welcoming as it is.

His body is firm and lean against your own. A solid foundation which holds you steady as you cling onto the fabric of his now clean shirt with your one hand. Your sobs are muffled into his chest, your sadness being absorbed into the material adorning his skin as he cradles you to him.

After some time, you feel his one hand shift downwards, placing itself over your own on top of your stomach. The warmth that you can feel radiating from his skin is welcomed, and it helps to ease the ache you feel lingering within. Softly, he begins to hum, his chest vibrating with the gentle sounds as he continues to cradle your head to his chest using his opposite hand.

The steady sound of his heart pulses beneath your ear, and the constant sound soothes you even further. You don’t realize it, but you curl in closer into him, breathing finally evening out as you start to calm down.

“Why did you-“ You swallow the dryness in your throat, sniffling lightly. “Why did you do that?”

Though your voice is barely above a whisper, you know he still hears you loud and clear.

“I… don’t know,” his brow furrows slightly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “My body just moved.”

You say nothing in response, unsure of how to reply to such an admission. You know that he cannot lie, but that doesn’t mean he cannot stretch the truth. Really, you shouldn’t be letting yourself be coddled by him, it’ll only make it hurt more when he betrays you in the end. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

You are so used to disappointment, of having false hope, that anything you believe to be too good to be true always is. Tomorrow you’ll wake up, and he’ll be back to despising your existence, only finding value in what you can do for him.

The same as it always was. The same as it always will be.

[t3ddyd0ll]

Do you have designs for the yanderes? If so could you show them? (I love your stuff btw)

ok!! so we had a suuuuuper low day at work today which allowed me to sketch out the yans!! note that these deigns may change overtime and these r super quick sketches of them all but i wanted to show u guys :)!! here they are (also. thank u :3)

[missglaskin]

in your character list you put Ser Duncan, and I was immediately curious, which kind of yandere do you think he would be?

First and foremost, Duncan is intensely protective of you, a trait already ingrained in his nature. Being in the world of Westeros, you cannot blame him for wanting to keep an eye on your every move. And while he may not fully realize the extent of his tendencies, Duncan can easily justify his actions. But rather than confining you, Duncan becomes your ever-present shadow. 

His height helps to serve as a warning to others that you’re not to be trifled with. Anyone foolish enough to harm you in any way will have Duncan raise his fists before he can think of the consequences. He hates being away from you, mind running with scenarios, ones he’s unable to protect you from. At sleep, you’re cuddled to his chest with his arms caging you, and good luck trying to break free. Whether you’re bathing or changing, Duncan maintains a watchful guard, as well as sharing a horse whenever your travels take you. 

If you can look past his layers of protectiveness, Duncan has a humorous and gentle side to him. He likes giving you small trinkets that he found in the market or placing freshly picked flowers on your lap. He would never harm you, Duncan desires your love and care to be genuine; not coerced. Duncan also loves making you smile. At times you’re found seated on his lap as laughter fills the air.