#tw implied obsession

[ivoryghostyy]

── .✦ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ɪʟɪᴀꜱ ᝰ.ᐟ

⌗ㆍTHE ENEMY PRINCEノ, ⌗ㆍHISTORICAL AUノ, ⌗ㆍRUTHLESS TYRANTノ

「 i actually started working on this one for a while now, but i had to put it on hold for a bit. idk if anyone noticed, but i actually posted this on accident at some point—i panicked, man,,,, 」

「 tw: mentions of war, death, blood, etc., minor character death, implications of using sedtives, angst, hurt/comfort (?), using people as pawns, the typical power dynamics in a historical setting, breakdowns, panic attacks, lots of crying, this one made me kinda sad tbh, etc... 」

“commander–!!” your name is a jumble on their tongue, rolling off in a mess of intelligible words.

crimson stains the rough terrain, flooding your nose with the metallic scent of blood. swords tear into flesh, leaving bodies in a mangled heap on the ground. are they faces you recognize? you don't stop to think about it.

you hear nothing but the agonizing sound of war; smell nothing but the pungent scent of blood; and see nothing but an infuriated shade of red.

do the cries of your friends still haunt you?

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you sit up with a gasp, greeted with a familiar burning in your chest. worse than a stab to the heart, the ache tears into the very core of your being. a splutter of coughs slip from your throat, but they do nothing to ease the pain.

the thin curtains rustle with the night breeze, illuminated by the moon. your exhausted eyes drift out the window—anything to distract you from the torment that plagues your life. every waking moment is a torturous echo of your failures, of the lives you carry over your shoulders.

like a parasite, it crawls up your spine and nestles into your mind. it's an incessant reminder of the blood that stains your hands.

a tear rolls down your cheek, and you can almost taste the salt on your tongue. you curl up, making yourself smaller. these are the only times you allow yourself comfort. having lived in a battlefield, you'd grown used to constantly keeping your guard up. an enemy could be lurking anywhere, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

they would laugh when they slit your throat, dangling you by they hair before claiming your head. would the kingdom mourn if they saw such a gruesome sight? will they grieve the loss of a hero, or will they lament the failure of another tool?

the thought sends you an entirely different pain, something you believe will never truly cease, even if you rip your heart out of your own chest.

a tool. isn't that right? a weapon to wield against the threats that oppose your kingdom—your home. bitterness seeps into the pores of your sweaty skin, leaving you trembling as you heave another sob.

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“your majesty!” calls an urgent voice.

the panic is answered with an arrogant tone, one that speaks with long years of luxury. the posh, aged voice grumbles within the throne room as the king places down his golden chalice.

“can't you see i'm busy? this best be important.”

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the war is over, yet it feels as if you've never left the battlefield. it's a memory you can never forget, a burden you must shoulder for the rest of your life. it's ingrained into your bones, carved into the deepest parts of your mind.

you've won the battle, but nothing will make up for what you've lost.

hundreds were slain, and many were left injured beyond recovery. most were buried in hastily arranged graves, but the others were much less fortunate—with their bodies missing from their own coffins.

some were forgotten altogether. a memory that died alongside their final breath.

to the nobles, they were simply pawns for a sick game of chess. but to the people, they were family. they were parents, siblings, sons, and daughters. to you, they were friends; comrades. a found family that you grew to love, to trust, to cherish. you gambled your lives together, if only to make it back alive.

but now, you're the only one left.

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“c-commander,” he calls to you, choking out his final words. blood dribbles down his chin, teeth stained with red as he grins.

“no, no, don't even think about it! we'll make it out of this, please, just hold on for a little longer, –!”

what was his name again? it feels like such a long time ago… the faces are blurry, but their voices are clear. you hear the agonized cries of the other soldiers in the frontlines, fighting for their lives.

“li.. sten, ya brat,” he chuckles, and you can feel the red staining your hands, pooling over the ground. you remember who he is to you, like a brother that you never had. much older, and yet he was merely your second-in-command. he always did teased you about it, didn't he?

“yer still young," he rasps out. his voice is rougher from all the blood pooling out his mouth, seeping into the barren soil.

"yer old man's- ugh, lived a good life. heh, lasted longer than.. i thought," he coughs, eyes drooping. he's losing his breath now, holding on to the final moments of his flickering life.

“don't blame yerself, kid. hah... don't regret... nothin'...”

he gasps, voice fading to a whisper. he's gripping your hand one last time before he falls limp, closing his eyes.

"it's not your fault."

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the wind cries with you, bellowing within the dim room. the tears drip down your chin, shaking with uncontrollable sobs, and yet you force yourself to keep it down—to bury the pain deep in your heart, to close it off from the world, never to be heard again.

you bite your lip, muffling your whimpers as another presence makes itself known. the moon does little to illuminate the dark, shrouding the intruder in a veil of shadows. trembling hands reach above the bed frame, gripping the familiar handle of your dagger.

a tense silence chills the room; you're only graced with the sound of howling wind and the faint light brought by the night sky.

for a moment, you begin to think it was your senses playing tricks on you. had the nightmares gotten so bad that you've lost your mind?

but a moment was all he needed.

the dagger flies out of your hand, sliding across the floor as you wrestle with the intruder. the mattress sinks from your combined weight as he pins your wrists above you, holding you down with a monstrous strength. something pokes your skin, sinking into your skin before you can react.

all the sleepless nights have done a number on you, highlighted by the dark circles under your eyes. you had overworked yourself, spending your days like a mindless drone. you're haunted by the memories of your slain comrades, living like an empty shell of a person.

is this it? after struggling for years in a war, you ultimately die by the hands of an assassin.

pathetic.

a tear rolls down your cheek, and then another. you've resigned yourself to your fate, but that doesn't mean you've no regrets. guilt and despair cling to you like a vice, like chains that weigh you down every single day. losing your found family is one thing, but knowing you could have stopped it is another.

you barely even noticed the shift in your position, pulled into a soft chest, and held like a prized treasure.

“shh. i'm not going to kill you, precious.”

he coos, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. a large hand pulls you closer, tightening his hold on your frantic form. “you're alright now, always safe with me. shh, shhh, don't cry,” he wipes your tears, trailing his hand down your neck.

“come on. breathe with me, yeah? in and out, just like that,” he pulls back, cupping your face as the drowsiness begins to cradle you, lulling your mind into a reluctant slumber.

“that’s right, don't fight it.”

the voice urges you, stroking your head. your eyes grow heavier by the second, and all the fight leaves your body as you slump against him.

“good,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck.

the last thing you see is a pair of intense, golden eyes before your vision goes black.

“sweet dreams, my rose.”

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the man, who seems to be an aide, clears his throat. but it does little to hide the way his voice trembles as he speaks.

“t-the hero, your majesty. they're gone!”

[aavant-gardee]

[walkingc0rpsegirl]

death is my one true lover.

[captainhysunstuff]

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[pipsqueaks89934]

December 18th: Homemade Christmas Dinner

Warnings: mentioned kidnapping, kidnapping, kidnapping family, Yandere family, Yandere stuff

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“That was eventful!” your kidnapper said as he walked into the house behind you.

You two had just gotten back from Christmas at his family's house and all you can say is yes it was eventful. All of them were like you and your so-called husband and it wasn't hard to tell which one was the kidnapped one.

“At least we're home,” you sighed as you set everything that you were holding on the floor by the tree. “It's almost dinner time and we still haven't opened our presents yet.”

“Do you want to start dinner or do you want me to?” your husband asked as he set the rest of the stuff down on the floor as well.

“I’ll unpack everything while you start dinner,” you said as you looked at all the luggage and presents on the floor. “We sure got a lot of junk from your family didn't we?”

“Yeah,” he said while wrapping your arms around you. “They love you though.”

“Especially your brother,” as you said that you felt his arms wrap tighter around you. “He was also the only one who did not have anyone.”

“I don't want you around him anymore,” he whispered in your ear before slowly letting go of you. “I'm going to go start dinner.”

“Okay, baby,” you whispered before turning around so you could kiss his cheek. “I'll put all this away.”

You started by taking your and your husband's suitcases to the laundry room and putting all the dirty clothes in the laundry basket. After you put all the dirty clothes in the laundry, you took your and your husband's suitcases to y’all’s room so you could put all the clean clothes away. Once you were done with that you put the suitcases away in the storage closet before going back to the living room and taking out all the gifts out of their boxes and bags.

This is some cool stuff!

You put the gifts that belonged in your and your husband’s room in that room before putting the other gifts away in their corresponding rooms.

Finally done!

“Babe, I'm done putting everything away,” you said as you walked into the kitchen. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

“Uhh yeah,” he said before pointing at the oven. “Can you please get that out the timer is about to go off?”

“Yeah,” you said as you walked to the oven. “I can do that!”

You grabbed the oven mitt as you opened the oven door before putting the mitten on and taking the food out. After taking out the food you set it on top of the oven before closing the oven door and taking off the mitten.

“Anything else you need from me?” you asked as you looked at your husband.

“No,” he said as he turned to look at you. “I don't think so.”

“Okay,” you said before putting your arms around him. “When can we eat?”

“Now if you want but some of it will be hot,” he said as he put his hands on your waist. “But we can wait if that's what you want.”

“No,” you said as you pulled away from him and got a plate. “I want to go ahead and eat our homemade Christmas dinner before opening presents.”

[tls12lessthan3]

something about how when kim dokja woke up in that hospital bed he saw no one had come to see him and no one cared and he decided he wanted to at least try to keep living gets to me so fucking bad. and he knew he didn't know how so he looked up ways to survive in the hopes of finding something to keep him going. three ways of survival wasn't just stringing him along day by day it was something he made the active choice to cling to because he just needed one excuse to live. just one thing to wait till tomorrow for. and not to get too vulnerable on here but as someone who has also played the 'just until the sequel comes out, just until after my friends birthday party, just until i finish this bottle of shampoo' game its such a raw and accurate depiction of what its like to try and claw yourself together day after day. god this book is so fucking good.

[break-a-neck]

I ruin myself because I can, physically, and mentally

[phiniusandjelly]

Im so sorry im losing my absolute mind but please hear me out for a second.

Mild tw for implied SA - NOTHING ACTUALLY HAPPENED PEOPLE JUST THINK IT HAPPENED

You know the common misunderstanding au in the danny phandom rn about vlad being a creep and people thinking hes like a CREEPY CREEP and not just a supervillain creep?

Well imagine danny is going on break or something and his dad wants to bring the whole family up to vlads castle for whatever reason.

Danny, obviously, does not want to waste his ONE FREAKING CHANCE of getting some god damn sleep being tormented by vlad and his stupid birds. Plus, vlad will probably plan some big murder plot for his dad and danny CAN. NOT. HANDLE. THAT. RIGHT. NOW.

So danny decides to make a PowerPoint presentation about why he doesnt want to go.

Obviously he cant reveal vlad or his own halfa status so its mostly just really jumbled information about vlad being creepy.

He gets backup from sam, tucker, jazz, and even val. He also knows his mom already dislikes vlad and knows hes a total creep so all he really needs to do is convince his dad.

But??? As hes compiling evidence??? And rehearsing his presentation with hes friends??? He realizes that it sounds super fucked up???

And like, it’s mostly just bad without all the context. But he realizes that Vlad is actually kinda sick in the head. Danny knows he would never actually do something that terrible, but its supper concering how similar his actions are to like, actual bad people.

Danny isnt mad about it or anything, he’s actually just worried about it Vlad.

Danny is not perfect by any means. But Vlad is the only other member of his species besides, like, his fucking clone (which holy shit Vlad what the fuck) or maybe dan who is also fucked up.

Danny knew that Vlads death definitely messed him up, but he never really thought about Vlads actions beyond “obsessive fruitloop, at it again :/“ and is just now realizing that vlad might need psychological help. Which he feels pretty (REALLY) bad about.

Danny has no idea what to do, and no idea who to go to.

So he sneaks out, doesnt even go ghost as he takes the powerpoint to vlad who obviously freaks tf out because holy shit thats SO MUCH WORSE THAN ANYTHING HE COULD HAVE POSSIBLY IMAGINED. What if he had actually hurt daniel? What if he had hurt his precious Madeline?? He needs help like yesterday! How did he ever get so bad???!

So Vlad freaks, trashes his own house, apologizes to danny, and books it through the portal to find the far frozen or somewhere else he can get help.

Danny is somewhat shellshocked about the whole situation. It doesnt get better when people start investigating Vlads disappearance.

The state of the manor indicates foul play and the police look into it further. Find security tapes. They see danny, frazzled and paranoid, enter Vlads property, everything goes to static, and only danny leaves.

Hes arrested of course, and he and his friends/family are interrogated.

Everybody vehemently denies that Danny would ever do such a thing, but when they are asked if danny has potential motives everyone (except for jack) gets all squeamish.

Its practically common knowledge in Amity Park that the mayor and the weird Fenton child had beef. People just were unsure why.

I think it would be really cool to focus a story around the polices pov of the investigation/ random Amity Parkers interpretation of the events.

Danny being kinda creepy after the accident (because death) could totally make people assume he did it and that would be awesome.

We can also add in de-aged Dani/Ellie and or Dan for that extra spice.

Imagine the fentons finding out about Dannys supposed kids in the context that they are MOTIVES FOR THEIR SON TO MURDER THEIR COLLAGE FRIEND ( AND DANNYS OWN GODFATHER) WHO APPARENTLY GROOMED HIM???!? AND THEY DIDNT EVEN NOTICE??!?

This could totally be a crossover too. Lucifer tv show. Batman. Supernatural. All are good.

Anyway, thought this could be kinda interesting

Please continue if you want

[gurokichi]

You want to leave me? You can’t. I won’t let you. If you even dare to try and walk out, I’ll kill you and then myself. It’s meant to be us until the end.

[mxmorbidmidnight]

People struggle to grasp the concept that all my conditions affect eachother. OCD intrusive thoughts manifest as coprolalia tics, adhd related frustration and hyperactivity causes tics, tics cause more fatigue, mental health affects tics, stims become tics, tics become stims. Tics affect my speech, adhd affects my sleep which affects my fatigue. ADHD affects my eating, ocd affects my eating, lack of eating equals poor mental health equals more tics and more fatigue.

[cumtastiics]

How about a young victorian yandere doctor who saved his darling from the asylum he works at (they had nobody and were deemed insane) and constantly reminds them that the only way for them to not end up in a cell is to marry him?

YAN!VICTORIAN DOCTOR

tw: yandere/obsessive behavior, manipulation.

a/n: like i said in his hcs he is much more controlling over you and veryyyy manipulative !!!

"Calm down," he said to you, grabbing your wrist so you'd stop trying to take the chain off. "You'll hurt yourself."

"I told you, I don't want to be here!" You argued, trying to throw his hand off, desperate to get far away from him.

Everything about this place made your skin crawl, it was worse than the asylum. You were kept in his basement, which was quite large but smelled horrible, like something was rotting.

You never understood how you caught his attention at the asylum; he wasn't even your doctor, but when he noticed you, it wasn't long till you were out of the asylum.

"Our wedding is only days away. Don't you want to look nice and clean on the day? I have to keep you here till you know that I am just ensuring your safety, it's as simple as that."

"No, you're not! You're crazy!" You spat, trying to not start crying in front of him. "You're worse than me!"

"Don't lie to yourself," he said, dryly. "If you don't marry me, everyone is going to see you as someone insane, and you'll be all alone. No one to defend you. Wouldn't it be better if you had me? I could prevent you from going back into the asylum."

You knew he was right, but you knew you couldn't fight him. Just by his influence alone, you didn't have to stay in the asylum.

But you didn't want to stay with him.

[b100dyygutz]

do you like the color of my blood? ill show you all the love letters ive written for you in it if you'd like!

[walkingc0rpsegirl]

can’t you see the blood on my arm symbolizing my love for you?

[serxinns]

You gifted me Sorrow i return with Lilies...

This is the aftermath of sorrow flowers by @lady-ashfade a yandere class 1a x reader hope you enjoy

They finally did it they finally killed the pest that was making you suffer! They'll be sure that you'll feel better once again!

As the days went by you started to cough fewer flowers and flowers were starting to fall off your body completely not leaving any vines and thorns around and your classmates were there by you helping you with your recovery!

Momo was trimming off the thorns and vines that were wrapped uncomfortably around your body on your body while Ochaco, Mina, and Hakagure were putting cute little bandaids all over, tsuyu was giving you some of your comfort foods and some tea to relax and Jirou sang some songs for you while you were in your hospital bed but for some reason you didn't utter a "thanks" or made a smile at them but they understood you were probably just tried!

The boys were also helping Iida was making sure you were taking your medications and making sure you weren't working just resting in your hospital bed sero and Denki was entertaining you with funny videos and card games meanwhile katsuki was making you healthy meals but Katsuki was feeling that something wasn't right you weren't reacting to what they were expecting just stared at them with a cold neutral expression barely replying to anything your classmates are saying your other classmates brush it off but to Akatsuki it lingered in his mind

After a week of recovery, you were back on your feet you still were coughing a bit flowers but recovery girls assured you that they'd go away in about a few days when you came back to the dorms everyone was elated seeing you walking on you back to yourself everyone was surrounding your gifts in their hands and praises about how brave you were everyone quiet down when everyone decided to celebrate for your return with a gathering dinner

The dinner-like party was full everyone was chattering among themselves mostly about you or most were eagerly talking to you but all your response was a hum back and a soft nod right after you finished your meal you got up and left "Wait aren't you gotta stay for dessert?" Sato questioned, everyone's eyes were on you now some were looking concerned while others looked suspiciously at you and looked back with a reassuring smile "No thank you I'm rather full but thanks anyway!" Your classmates watched as You walked away as they quietly whispered among themselves about your behavior lately, were you still sick? Was this the aftermath of the disease it has to be! Your no getting tried of them right?

In the next few weeks, you were starting to act cold and rather trying to distance them whenever Kirishima would ask you to lift weights but you declined and just walked away from him iida and Momo tried to invite you to study or at least join for a tea party but to their defeat you excused yourself saying your grades were just fine and just shut the door in their face Mina and Denki tried teasing and playing with you but you weren't smiling and laughing or teasing them back no you weren't even annoyed by it you just told them to stop with a blank expression

Your classmates grew worried about your current behavior where was the old y/n they loved? Many theories were passed around from classmate to classmate everyone was busy worrying about you until they saw it they saw you resting on Tokoyami's shoulder while you were sleeping everyone was jealous of this and wanted to up their game

You watched how everyone in your class started to fall apart everyone was against everyone's neck and neck they were fighting, yelling, and violent they were so desperate and eager to get your affection everyone pulling you away from one another just for you to go to one of the students leaving the others seething with rage, some friendships between them were broken, every day at class everyone was staring at you while glaring daggers at each other, in training your students were beating each other to a pulp in order to at least give them a praise no a thumbs up or even look their way

You watched how everyone was at it for each other like wild animals while sipping on your favorite drink and eating your snack on other hand you knew this was wrong, petty even ,but they murdered the person you loved the most and you will never forgive them so why not get a little revenge before we get to the good part~

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 27th: Cuddles

Warnings: kidnapping mentioned, Yandere stuff

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You were lying on one side of the couch watching a movie but you couldn't get comfortable since it was cold. Living in a place where it gets freezing was not your idea since you and the cold do not get along but when it came down to it your kidnapper didn't care for your opinion on the matter.

It's so cold!

You curled up even more into your bundle of pillows and blankets as you tried to stay warm.

“Baby, why don't you just come over here and snuggle with me?” your kidnapper offered while patting his lap.

“NO!” you yelled while trying to curl more into the blankets.

“Why not?” he asked with a pout.

“Because I don't want to!” you said as you continued to watch the movie.

“Oh come on,” he said as you turned to look at him. “You’re cold and I'm offering you a way to get warm.”

“No!” you said flatly before turning back to the TV.

“Fine,” he said as he crossed his arms while turning to the TV. “Suite yourself.”

“Why don't you just turn up the heat?” you asked, not taking your eyes off the TV.

“Because I'm warm,” he said back also not taking his eyes off the TV. “And I don't want to overheat.”

“Ugh!” you let out while turning away from everything.

After a few more minutes of not being able to feel your toes or fingers you gave in to his request and grabbed all your pillows and blankets before waddling over to him.

“I'm still cold!” you said as you stood in front of him.

“Oh, baby come here,” he cooed while leaning over to you before grabbing your hips to guide you into his lap. “Don't worry baby I'll keep you warmed up.”

He was warm, so warm that you started to find it hard to keep your eyes open after a while.

“Are you awake?” he asked as you forced your eyes open for the 6th time.

“Mmm,” you mumbled while rubbing your eyes. “…Yeah…”

“Don't fall asleep on me just yet,” he laughed while patting you on the head. “We still haven't finished the movie.”

“But it's so warm and cozy!” you whined while closing your eyes again.

“Fine, you can fall asleep,” he sighed before reaching to get the remote. “I'll pause it so we can finish it when you wake up.”

“Okay,” you mumbled again as you got even more comfortable. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, baby!” he said before turning the TV on to something that he liked.

[writeanythingagency]

Hello Mod thena how are you today ☆ ～('▽^人) I hope you're having a wonderful day, well is if okay of I req for yandere Shi-long-Lang, and Kristoph for a reader who's inlove with someone, Thank you in advance ＼(￣▽￣)／

hi yyxandere! i’m doing good, thank you. sorry this took way way way too long D: i have a very similar request for shi-long lang so this one is just gonna be kristoph. hope that’s okay!

TW: Obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping, stalking

Yandere!Kristoph Gavin with a Smitten!Reader HCs 🗡️

🗡️ Oh no, you’re in for it now.

🗡️ Kristoph, being naturally possessive and the top yandere of the yanderes, does not take well to discovering your secret affections when he first begins to “study” you. However, he also thinks himself to be the master of playing the long game. And so he waits.

🗡️ Oblivious to the extent of his “research,” you consider Kristoph something of a friend/acquaintance, and so it doesn’t startle you when he catches onto your sour mood over breakdown tea.

🗡️ He prods gently, all while knowing exactly what he wants from you, until you forlornly admit that your love life had taken a massive downturn. Your desired beloved, who you’ve loved for years by this point, was on a date at this very moment. Somehow, Kristoph’s seemingly unaffected expression grounded you to the present.

(Nothing I didn’t already know. I would wager I have spent more time following your every move than that low-grade filth has ever spent with you.)

🗡️ But he is nothing if not calculating, so he knows to bide his time until you are at your most vulnerable, when Kristoph will be your best and only option.

🗡️ The wrench to his plans comes, however, when you burst into his office with a grin. You took a chance and told them how you felt. They said yes.

🗡️ Now. Now he sees blood.

🗡️ You blabber his ears off for about three seconds before he slams his desk and straightens. He strides past where you are practically paralyzed by the sudden move. He turns to you and adjusts his glasses, as if to hide his gaze.

🩸 “You chose someone who has done nothing but shove you to the side? Who only chooses you when it’s convenient?”

🗡️ Kristoph reaches for the door and turns the lock with a purposeful click. Cool and confident as ever, Kristoph tuts as condescendingly as you could imagine.

🩸 “No need to worry, my dear. I know exactly how astute you are. Unfortunately, your silly feelings are keeping you from thinking straight.”

🗡️ The attorney thwarts your attempts to reach for the door in one fell swoop, descending upon you like a predator to prey.

🩸 “Y/N, I will show you true devotion.”