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eldritch-nightmare · 1 year ago

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Had smth in mind based on those Jeff Headcannons you did,,,,,What about The Doll Maker or Bloody Painter(or both idk I’m indecisive) yandere Headcannons but with a willing reader,,,Thought abt that while listening to Ayesha Erotica, idk how

a/n: your wish is my command. going with the bloody painter since i haven't really written much for him here yet. this one got away from me a bit. sorry if it's messy, but i hope you find enjoyment from it nonetheless <3

yandere bloody painter with a willing s/o.

warnings: gn!reader, yandere content, puppeteer cameo bc why not, crush at first... smile?, reader goes to an art school, reader has some questionable morals, stalking, possessive behavior, murder, blood, breaking and entering, the public nor authorities doesn't know that helen is the bloody painter in this btw, morbid painting, a brief description of gore, idk art so sorry if i describe it incorrectly.

Oh, man. I can see him behaving in two different ways. One is the way he'd behave around you if you were there in his childhood and the other is if he met you after everything happened. For this, we'll focus on how he behaves after everything happened.

Helen is very emotionally reserved and pretty apathetic, to be honest with you. It's very difficult to get close to him. I like to think that you two met while he was getting some more art supplies.

He saw you struggling to pick between two paints and, being the artist that he is, he decided to do something a little nice for once and help you out.

And, a little bit to his surprise, that led to a rather lengthy conversation about art as you detailed to him the art project you were working on and how you really weren't sure what direction you wanted to take it because the prompt given to you didn't give you any ideas.

And as we all know, Helen is nothing if not an artist. So, obviously, he listens to every little detail you provide him and offers some advice that may help you out before you two go your separate ways.

And--

Huh. Why'd his chest suddenly feel all warm at the sight of your smile?

He finds himself drawing your smiling face later, thinking that maybe the warm feeling in his chest was just a random burst of inspiration. I mean, he is an artist after all. Inspiration tends to strike at the most random times.

His dear friend seems to think otherwise.

"Aw, does Helen have a little crush?" -> "If you don't have anything of value to say, then please keep your mouth shut."

He doesn't have a crush on you. Not that he knows what it's like to have a crush, I mean he's never been in love before, but he doesn't. No way.

Then he sees you again, and damn. I guess The Puppeteer was right. He does have a crush. Oh well. He accepts this revelation immediately and comes to terms with this newfound feeling rather quickly.

It's just a small crush, one that he's sure will go away soon. But he's never felt this way before, and the feeling leaves him curious, so he finds himself actively seeking you out.

He doesn't consider it to be stalking at first, just... studying. But then he follows you home one day, and he realizes that maybe these feelings of his aren't as small as he thought they were.

Does he feel bad for stalking you? I think, momentarily, he questions why he's doing this but... he's not a great guy in the first place. He does kill people and use their blood as paint, after all.

And you're aware that someone is watching you. You can feel eyes on you most nights. You should be scared, you know that, but... for some reason, you don't. If anything, you start leaving your blinds open more often.

Helen will sometimes even sketch you while he watches you. The way you hold yourself and the way you move around... it just makes him want to capture every moment he can in his sketchbook. He even briefly considers picking up photography as a hobby the longer he watches you, but he decides to just stick with his own form of art.

But he really likes it when he gets to see you make your own art.

And that's when he breaks into your home for the first time. You were out with some friends, and when you came home, you noticed your door was unlocked. At first, you didn't really think much of it, but when you went to your room, you couldn't help but feel as if something were off.

It took you a while, but you soon discovered that some of your drawings were missing. Thankfully, none of the ones you drew for class were missing.

You had no means of contacting your stalker, which you suppose is a good thing, so instead you just wrote on a piece of paper and taped it to your window.

'Glad you like my drawings.'

And the next day, taped on the outside of your window was a little doodle of a smiley face.

You didn't give this odd relationship much thought, to be honest. You thought it was kinda cute that this random stranger seemed to derive some type of joy from watching you. He hasn't done anything to hurt you, and his intentions don't seem malicious, so you honestly had no problem with it.

Of course, your friends definitely thought it was weird. They think that you need to report your stalker to the police, but you choose to ignore their concerns. You reassure them that if you ever feel as if you're life is in any danger, you'll inform the authorities about what's happening.

So, it goes on like this for a while. Helen would mostly stick to watching you from afar, but sometimes he'd break into your place while you're sleeping just to get a closer look at you. Sometimes, you'll wake up and there will be a drawing of you on your nightstand. You keep those drawings tucked away safely in one of the many empty sketchbooks you own.

Then a... domino effect of sorts took place.

You started going to a new café since it was closer to where you lived and closer to the school you attended. -> There's a cute barista there who always flirts with you whenever you buy a coffee or get yourself a treat. -> You humored their behavior because you thought it was cute, so you would flirt back sometimes. -> It became routine, and a couple weeks into the routine, the barista just up and vanished.

You thought they had quit, but you overheard some of the other employees at the café whispering about how they hadn't heard anything from them.

Something that should have been completely unrelated, you lose your red paint. You can't find it anywhere.

Continuing on with the domino effect, a day or two goes by and you hear on the news that the barista you had been flirting with was found dead in their home, drained dry of their blood. The police believe this to be another victim of The Bloody Painter.

You wouldn't have thought much of it, but then you notice a note taped to your window.

'There's a gift for you in your kitchen.'

And when you went to your kitchen, you saw a container resting on the counter. It wasn't translucent or see-through, so you couldn't see inside of it, but there was another note resting on top of it.

'I saw you were out of red paint, so I got you some more. We should meet up this week and paint together, don't you think? I'd love to see what you can create with this.'

And the note wasn't signed with a smiley face this time. It was signed with a name.

Helen Otis.

You set the note to the side and one quick look inside the container told you that he had given you blood to use as paint.

It didn't take you long to piece together what was going on here. The blood he had given you was no doubt the blood of the barista who had been murdered, which means... your stalker was that serial killer that's been all over the news these past few months.

The person who has been breaking into your home and leaving you those drawings was a serial killer. And he... he trusted you enough to tell you his name?

Holy shit, that's a lot to take in.

You should be panicking. Hell, you should be calling the police to let them know about all of this. You'd be doing the world some good if you did that, and it would save a lot of lives.

But your gaze drifts back to the note, and your mind wanders to all the drawings he's made of you, and... this was just so...

Cute. It felt romantic, even.

He killed a person you had been flirting with and gave you their blood as a gift. That has to be his way of letting you know that you were his.

You didn't even think about what you were going to do. You took the container of blood and you took it to your room. It didn't take you long to set up a tarp on the ground since it was no doubt going to drip onto your floor and you really didn't need blood stains in your carpet.

And you searched up a reference of what you wanted to paint, and you immediately got to work.

Later that night, while you were sleeping peacefully in your bed, Helen was breaking into your home for the nth time.

The reason why is because you had left a note for him to see on your window, one that had certainly caught his attention.

There's a gift for you in the kitchen.

You've never left him a gift before, so his curiosity was certainly piqued.

He made sure to be quiet as he made his way to your kitchen, not wanting to wake you up. He wasn't ready to meet you. Not yet.

When he gets to your kitchen, he certainly wasn't really expecting to see a canvas resting on the counter, a white sheet covering whatever was painted on it. A sticky note was placed on the sheet as well, and Helen stepped closer to it to read it.

This is what it looked like, right?

p.s. I'm willing to take you up on that offer.

And on the corner of the sticky note, there was a small smiley face doodle. How cute.

With the note read, Helen wasted no time carefully removing the sheet from the canvas, a subtle excitement coursing through his veins.

And... oh. Oh, you're as fucked up as him, aren't you?

What he sees is a downright devastatingly beautiful piece of work.

The painting was completely done with just the blood he had given you, with a few pencil marks for shading, and it depicted the murder he had committed just a few days prior.

He imagines that it was rather easy to find a photo of the crime scene online, but you were somehow able to capture the scene perfectly and you weren't ever there.

From the way the body was hanging upside down from the ceiling, a few buckets underneath it to collect the blood dripping from it. The way lifeless look in their eyes that you had done with a pencil... the gashes all over their body...

You had passed the test he had set up for you.

He took this as a sign of acceptance. A sign that you wanted to be his. You wouldn't keep the blood and make such a masterpiece with it if you didn't, right?

A slight smile formed on his face at the thought, and he stood there and admired the art you had made for him.

Hmm... maybe he'll stick around until you wake up...

#tanuukiiii #the bloody painter x reader #the bloody painter x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #yandere x reader #yandere bloody painter #yandere bloody painter x reader #yandere creepypasta #yandere creepypasta x reader

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creepypastasomethingsomething · 1 year ago

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Hi I was wondering if it's all right can I please ask for a yandere Bloody Painter with a quiet and gentle darling that wears Jirai Kai fashion because of their abandonment issues and because it's cute

Can it be where the darling is more scared of him abandoning them then the fact he's kidnapped them and where the darling asks him why he loves them / kidnap them

I'm sorry if this is too much or this sounds weird

You don't take this and have a nice day or night

I hope you also have a nice day or night :)

Also, this fashion is really cute

I hope this is good enough

Yandere Bloody Painter X Quiet and Gentle Reader

TW: Mentions of murder and blood

You were a quiet and gentle person and kind to those around you

That's something Helen, The Bloody Painter, liked about you

You weren't loud or obnoxious, and you weren't mean or bullied others

He also thought you fashion sense was interesting and cute

You caught Helen's eye after he saw you help a lost kid back to his parents when he wandered a bit too far out in the forest, and stumbled into your camping sight

After that, he began to watch you and the way you lived

He decided to wait until you were walking home one night and cloriform you when he was sure nobody was around, and take you back to his home

He stalked you wherever you went, took pictures of you, which he would later paint on a large canvas, and he would usually follow you home without your knowledge

He even made it in your home a few times to watch you sleep, but stopped when he accidentally triggered an alarm when leaving

When he wasn't stalking you, he painted pictures of you and hung them around his house, just so he could admire your beauty

You, on the other hand, didn't seem to know you were being stalked

When Helen triggered an alarm in your home, you only thought someone was breaking into it to steal items or to kill you

You didn't have any idea it was your stalker

Whenever someone was rude or bullied you, like a coworker or a mean neighbor, they always seemed to go missing

That caused the police to come and investigate you, but it was proven that you didn't do anything criminal

Though that didn't stop people from being suspicious, but people left you alone

No one knew that Helen was the cause of all this, and he felt a bit bad that you had to do with his actions

But he did enjoy torturing and killing those who hurt you, and use their blood in his art

After about a year, Helen decided enough was enough and began to form a plan on how to get you to be his

After you woke startled and scared in his basement, Helen tried to comfort you with a bone crushing hug, a kiss to the forehead, and offerd you a glass of cool water

To his surprise, after a few minutes, you didn't seem to mind, but you were a little confused, and shocked, on seeing all the paintings of yourself

Helen explained to you that he loved you with all his heart, and he didn't want you to leave him, and that if you ever tried to escape he would do something he would regret

That's why you were in his basement

You took the news pretty well, considering you were kidnapped by your stalker with a tons of, admittedly impressive, pictures of you

For a few weeks you were pretty distant to Helen, and didn't like being in the basement all the time

So to try and make you more comfortable, Helen would buy you items, such as clothing, accessories and jewelry, that fit the kind of fashion you wore

After a couple of weeks, finally realizing that you would probably never leave, you began to open up to him more, which led to him bringing you up to his room out of the basement, and even told you parts of you past after a couple of months

You told him you were abandoned by different people in your life, like a family member, a significant other. and a "good friend", lus making you being to start to have abandonment issues

To cope with this, you began to wear Jirai Kai fashion, and usually pushed others out of you life if they got too close

You also told him you weren't that scared of him anymore, and didn't seem to care that he kidnapped you

You were more afraid of him abandoning you than anything

With a hug, Helen assured you that he would never do such a thing, and that he loves you more than anything

Then, unexpectedly, you asked him a question you've wanted to ask him of a while

"Why do you love me?"

At first. Helen was speechless, then he snapped out of it

He told you that heloved you for various reasons. For your personality and how gentle you were, and your beauty and how much of a good of a model you were

After many, many, many more compliments about your personality and looks, (and some instances of Helen saying he took care of those "dirty bullies") you seemed convinced that he wouldn't leave you

And Helen was intending to keep it that way

#Bloody Painter #bloody painter x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #helen otis #helen otis x reader #yandere #yandere Bloody Painter #x reader

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lovelycrimsonredsnow · 2 years ago

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Since this is basically a series by now can you please do a yandere Bloody where his darling wakes up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and he wakes up with them gone and he thinks they escaped just to find them in the kitchen drinking water

(it's currently 2 am and I'm bored sooo, let's get to it)

Yandere bloody painter/Helen Otis:

Bloody painter/Helen Otis:

🖌️ the absolute moment he realizes your not there with him he panics

🖌️ he immediately gets up and he thinks that you've maybe gotten kidnapped? Or maybe you've escaped.

🖌️ either way he's both a little angry and concerned. Cause he doesn't know where you've gone.

🖌️ so he gets up and walks around to find his jacket and shit only to find you just chilling in the kitchen with a cup of water.

🖌️ he's a bit dumbfounded but he's glad your still here.

🖌️ for a moment there he thought he might've had to hurt someone there 😀

🖌️ he just sighs and leads you back to bed to sleep.

"what are you doing up? Go back to sleep. It's three in the morning..."

#yandere x reader #yandere helen Otis #yandere bloody painter

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incognitonoggin · 6 months ago

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If red flag bad why red flag sexy🤔

because red flag treats us nicely

#solivan brugmansia #creepypasta headcannons #the kid at the back #bloody painter #ticci toby smut #a date with death #elias gallagher x reader #nathan lux #nathan the nobody #ticci toby headcannons #the kid at the back vn #the kid at the back hyugo #crowe ichabod #yandere

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princesspastel8 · 10 months ago

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That smile....is hauntingly beautiful

Secret Desire

《A Jeff The Killer Fanfic》

°•~Collection of Chapters~•°

☆

▪︎ Synopsis

▪︎ Chapter One

▪︎ Chapter Two

▪︎ Chapter Three

▪︎ Chapter Four

▪︎ Chapter Five

▪︎ Chapter Six

▪︎ Chapter Seven

▪︎ Chapter Eight

▪︎ Chapter Nine

▪︎ Chapter Ten

▪︎ Chapter Eleven

▪︎ Chapter Twelve

▪︎ Chapter Thirteen

▪︎ Chapter Fourteen

▪︎ Chapter Fifteen

▪︎ Chapter Sixteen

▪︎ Chapter Seventeen

▪︎ Chapter Eighteen

▪︎ Chapter Nineteen

▪︎ Chapter Twenty

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-one

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-two

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-three

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-four

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-five

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-six

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-seven

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Twenty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Thirty

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-one

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-two

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-three

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-four

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-five °TW°

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-six

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-seven

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Thirty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Forty(TW)

▪︎ Chapter Forty-one(TW)

▪︎ Chapter Forty-two

▪︎ Chapter Forty-three

▪︎ Chapter Forty-four

▪︎ Chapter Forty-five

▪︎ Chapter Forty-six

▪︎ Chapter Forty- seven

▪︎ Chapter Forty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Forty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Fifty

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-one

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-two

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-three

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-four

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-five

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-six

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-seven

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Fifty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Sixty

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-one

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-two

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-three

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-four

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-five

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-six

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-seven

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-eight

▪︎ Chapter Sixty-nine

▪︎ Chapter Seventy

▪︎ Chapter Seventy-one

▪︎ Chapter Seventy-two

▪︎ Chapter Seventy-three

▪︎ Chapter Seventy-four

▪︎ Chapter Seventy-five

▪︎ Epilogue

▪︎ Author's Notes

☆

Story Playlist

Jeff Origin Story(David Near Version)

Jeff's Interviews(David Near)

《 This is a dark romance with heavy triggers for some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.

《 This is an oc female(African American) love interest, but feel free to picture yourself as the character.

《 This is the fully edited version of my book. The completed unedited versions are on Wattpad & Ao3. Links will be below.

《 Wattpad

《 Ao3

Dividers credits are used throughout the story:

° @khaer

° @anitalenia

° @kimjiho1

° @somenteniki

° @bucciniexe

° @cafekitsune

° @k1ssyoursister

° @chaefilm

- If any of the art used within this story is yours, please let me know so credit can be given.

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k155355 · 2 years ago

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[(the Muse)] DRABBLE

Start: 07/24 — Finish 07/24

Links: Rules & Masterpost

DISCLAIMER!! SFW. None really.

Featuring: Bloody Painter & GN!Reader

It was a strange thing.

The rustling of people alike all flooded down the hallway — Older woman in turtlenecks and glasses gazed upon abstract pieces, the grazing hand of a young child passing their leggings. Children running around or eating snacks as parents takes sighs of relief at their little one finally calming down. Young couples and single teens may occasionally pass by. You stared fixated, unmoving, among the sea of bustling folk chattering their days away.

The museum was high in people. But it was quiet. Talkative, but low in volume. You had worried when walking in it’d be unbearably loud and leave you no mental space to admire the different pieces hung on the walls in their cases.

You saw small displays of miniature paintings, paintings that took the whole wall, paintings, that spoke an undeniable message through detail and emotion, and, paintings with provoking thought placed upon the shapes and colors.

You were out of place.

You were not apart of the picture.

Wealthy families, upper middle class and upper class folk alike wandered the falls of the museum. And then there was you. A seeming statue dead center of the hallway. People walked past you, some peeking behind them as you stood there in complete fixation. “Something”, they thought, “Something must be captivating”.

Your weight was supported by one leg, the other bent slightly at the knee. Your left hand was on your hip and the only was loosely hung around ur abdomen.

Everything was so much brighter than before.

The fluorescent lights seemingly “not doing their job” in ur opinion.

Your breath was shallow and slow.

You stood there in ur baggy pajamas from the night before; A baggy sweatshirt, plaid pajama shorts and slippers. Your only addition this morning being a thick scarf. It was cold.

Your messy hair was sticking out in places and the bags under your eyes were more prominent the longer stared, your eyes squinting - mind floating around unaware of the bleeding bright lights on the ceiling. Your brain didn’t notice, but you did. Yet wanted more light.

He sat there in a seat, a small commune area with a couple picnic tables. In his hand was a ballpoint pen and on the table was a small sketchbook. Your were staring at some random man, and you didn’t know why. You didn’t know why seeing some random man was one of the things you were looking at in this place of beauty. But you didn’t want to look away.

It was a moment of piece away from your life. A moment of inspiration.

Taking aside the tough times, you dragged yourself out of bed. The slowly crept down the sidewalk to the museum, handed the security guard an entrance fee and wandered the halls. Looking. Looking for something to strike a nerve with you. Something to show you a new perspective or something to give you an answer to what you’ve been desperately searching for what seemed like forever now.

But it wasn’t some centuries old paintings or some new art from the painter down the road. It was man in a blue button up and black dress pants. He looked well off. He looked peaceful. Something you do desperately craved. His black hair waved over his face, his eyes unknown to you. His pale skin seemed to glow, and his calloused hand held the pen with dainty care.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to think.

You were just staring.

Looking at a man you’ve never seen before in your entire life. A man that was so put together. Someone who didn’t look like their homeless, or some kind of druggy. Someone who could go their entire life without ever caring to know who you were or what you were doing. Someone who knew what they were doing.

Your heart ached. You didn’t know why.

This was all a moment of peace you didn’t expect, yet it all came fading away when his hair moved. His blue eyes came into view and he looked up for a moment, scanning the room, stoping when his gaze landed on you. He stared for only a moment before retreating back into his sketchbook and scribbling. A beautiful glass was drawn on his paper alongside other doodles at the bottom. But, in truth, you weren’t paying attention.

It was a drooping feeling. Something that grounded you. A single look - a single look to make you realize how weird you look. Slowly leaving the pose you were in, you glanced around and found no one looking at you. That was your cue to leave.

#creepypasta x reader #x female reader #x female y/n #x you fluff #x ftm reader #x m!reader #x male reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x male reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta yandere #creepypasta fanfic #Creepypasta bloody painter #bloody painter

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 2 years ago

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Of Love And War || B.P

Pairing : Bloody Painter// Helen Otis X Reader Genre : Angst, fluff, yandere (also x hogwarts) Summary : Helen had always been in love with yoou. What will he do when he has to choose between the dark arts and you? Wordcount:7k Triggers: uhh, people die, Helen’s obv crazy,, Harry Potter spoilers I think that’s it, oh also reader isn’t entirely sane either

[ A/N: It took a while, but it’s finally here. : ) ]

Hogwarts, 1st year

" Hi, I'm Y/N L/N. I see you haven't got a project partner yet. Wanna partner up? "

Helen glanced up from his desk as he's approached. He's aware of who you are. You're nice, a stereotypical Hufflepuff. The only thing that sets you apart from your housemates is that you've actually got a bite to your bark when provoked.

This makes you quite popular amongst your housemates.

" Why? Did your friends ditch you? " Helen snaps back rudely.

His housemate, Theodore Nott, snorts. Helen doesn't get why he's listening in, but as long as Nott won't bother him, he doesn't care.

" They partnered up with each other. If you don't want to be partners, that's fine, I'll just find someone else. " You shrug, seemingly unbothered by his rude attitude.

You turn around to walk off, but before you can take a step, Helen suddenly finds his own hand clasped loosely around your wrist.

" No, I need a partner too anyway, when can we meet? "

" Hey Otis! " Draco Malfoy calls out into the commonroom as soon as Helen enters.

Helen sighs, not in the mood for Malfoy's bullshit.

" Yes? "

" So, L/N, huh? I didn't estimate you to be that low. She's a muggle born, is she not? " He scoffs, a disgusted look on his face.

Helen barely glances his way.

" I'm surprised to know that you manage to find time to butt into my business, Malfoy. If I were you, I'd study more for Charms. Your last grades were rather, embarrassing... Were they not? "

Draco's eyes widen. No one's ever spoken to him like that before, but then again, he's never bothered to cross paths with Helen before.

Hogwarts, Year 2

" Y/N, what are you doing here? " Helen whispers harshly as he spots his best and only friend.

" What? Oh, hi Helen. I was looking for a good book to read. Why, is something wrong? " You ask him.

" There's a monster loose who's out for muggle borns and you're casually hanging out by yourself. Don't do that. " He crosses his arms as he stands beside you.

" Don't worry. I'll be okay. Besides, it's broad daylight-"

" I doubt the monster would care. Do me a favor, just stick around me. "

Your big eyes look up at Helen's words, before your lips turn up into a teasing smirk.

" Awe, do you actually care about me? "

He raises a brow at you.

" Of course I do. You're the only person who's... I don't know, durable, I guess. " He shrugs.

" I find you durable too. "

Hogwarts, Year 3

" Helen? "

Said male woke up at the sound of his name being called.

" Huh, what is it Y/N? " He grumbles.

All of the students have been gathered in the great hall, the reason for it being Sirius Black on the loose.

" Can I sleep beside you? " You ask him, no further explanation said.

He slightly opens his eyes, glancing at you. Once he realizes you're most probably scared, he nods.

" Yeah, whatever. "

And so you take the sleepingbag beside him. He's surprised you don't immediately quack his head off like you usually do, instead, you get into a comfortable position, and close your eyes.

Helen can't help himself. He keeps looking at you for a while. He never really realized, but you really are gorgeous.

It doesn't take long before you've drifted off.

Neither of you mention it when you wake up cuddled into each other.

Hogwarts, Year 4

" Helen, look at how cute this creature is! " You yell as you thrust the book of magical creatures you're looking at in his face.

Helen blinks, needing a few minutes to be able to read what's on the page.

" Bowtruckles? Really? They're not cute, they're pests. "

You blink.

" You say that as if you've seen them before. "

" Because I have. They live in the trees behind the mansion I live in. " Helen says unimpressed, pushing your book aside to go back to reading his homework.

" Wait so you have?-"

" Yes I have, no I will not show you. Also stop blabbering, and focus on your homework for once. " He says, smiling wryly at the end.

He takes your book gently, closing it and setting it aside. Once it's placed on the table, he places a hand behind your head, suddenly pulling you close.

" Study. " He says, his voice giving you shivers before he pulls away again.

You blush faintly as he pulls away.

Had Helen always been that attractive?

" I dare you to swap wands with Y/N for a whole day. " Lui grins evilly.

You cough, before choking and eventually breathing again.

" What? That's not fair. My wand is the biggest traitor in the world, it works for almost everyone. Helen's is more loyal than,, I don't even know. That's how loyal it is." You complain.

Helen grins, holding his wand out to you. You huff and roll your eyes, before holding in out your own as well.

" Please don't listen to him." You whisper to your wand as you hand it to him.

Helen snorts, taking yours as you take his.

About twenty minutes later, you're in your defense against th dark arts class, and you feel sweat break out as you're stood on a dueling table, a classmate of yours stood opposite you.

You swallow, glancing down at Helen's wand which you're holding.

Time to test his wands' loyalty.

Your classmate opens her mouth, ready to fire a spell at you, but although nervous, you don't back down.

" Expelliarmus!" You shout.

To your ( and your friends') surprise, your classmate's wand flies out of their fingers.

" Well done Y/N, well done!" Your substitute teacher calls out with a proud grin.

You and Helen blink owlishly at one another.

Hogwarts, Year 5

" I think I'm going to join the Inquisitorial Squad. " Helen suddenly says as the two of you are chilling near the Black Lake.

" What? Why? " You ask him.

He shrugs.

" For the extra credit. "

" You don't even need that though, you're top of the class. " You point out as you lay down in the grass.

Helen glances at you for a moment, before scooting closer to you, pulling you into his embrace.

" Promise me you won't engage in any stupid activities. "

" Bombarda Maxima. "

Draco seemed smug when he pulls Cho Chang in front of the broken down wall.

Helen felt anything but as his eyes connected with yours.

Why didn't you listen to him?

Helen and you barely spoke after he caught you being part of Dumbledore's Army. That doesn't mean he actually let you out of his sight though.

" I caught these two trying to help the Weasley girl! " Draco exclaimed proudly as he walked into Umbridge's office, holding who he recognized to be Neville Longbottom and you.

His cold eyes never left yours the moment you entered the room.

He had originally been called to fetch veritaserum so Umbridge could question Harry Potter.

" I'm afraid you used the last of it already, professor. " He tells Umbridge, though he keeps his eyes on you.

Umbridge opens her mouth, ready to tell him to go fetch Snape, but he's already towering over Draco before a word can leave her mouth.

" Hand her over to me. "

Draco doesn't think twice before pushing you into Helen's arms.

" I thought I told you to stay out of trouble. " He whispers harshly to you.

" Yeah, well, that's pretty hard when she's headmaster. " You bite back.

" Shut it, you'll only get into more trouble. " He hisses.

Meanwhile, Snape has dropped by, Harry said something sketchy to him and now Hermoine's yelling something about a secret weapon.

Moments later, the golden three are out of the room, along with Umbridge.

" Well then-"

" Do with them whatever you like. I'll have a good talk with her. " Helen says before Draco can even finish his sentence.

Next thing you know is that he's roughly pulling you out of the room and into the hallway.

" Hey! No need to be so rough! -"

" If you don't want me to be so rough, fucking listen to me! " He yells suddenly, slamming you into the wall.

You blink, fear slowly seeping into you. He's never been rough with you. Nor have you ever seen him mad before.

When he finally catches up to your reaction, he slowly lets go of the shoulder he's had pressed against the wall.

" Look, sorry, but-"

" I'm not someone you can boss around Helen, you should know that by now. " You tell him carefully.

" Boss around?! The only reason I'm bossing you around is because you easily manage to get into trouble- Which I in turn hate, because Umbridge is a major bitch. " He bursts out suddenly, running a hand through his hair.

He turns to look at you, his crystal blue eyes boring into yours with an unusual amount of emotion and affection.

He carefully steps closer to you, and when you don't step away, he cups your face with both of his hands.

" I'm in love with you, Y/N. "

Your eyes widen at his confession. Yes, you most definitely have a crush on him too, but love?

You carefully place your hands on his sides.

" Helen, I like you too. "

He doesn't need to hear anymore as he connects your lips together. He gives you a soft peck, never having kissed anyone before.

He's your first kiss as well, but you're less shy. You move one of the hands on his sides to cup his face, pulling him back to you.

You might not know what the future holds for you, but you believe you'll be okay in the battle against he-who-musn't-be-named with him by your side.

Malfoy Manor, summer before 6th year

Helen's monotone expression remains the same as he comes face to face with the dark lord himself.

" Ah, Helen it is? I believe you'll be a great addition to my army. I trust you accept? " The dark lord speaks to him.

Helen doesn't need to look at his parents to know that this is what they want him to do.

" Of course. " He answers, voice holding no tone of flattery.

" Good, good, just the answer I hoped. You see, I've set a mission for your friend, Draco. I, however, believe it's best if you help. " The dark lord tells him.

Helen nods, shortly glancing at Draco who's seemingly trying his best not to quiver.

Your eyes widen as you look at the letter your friend Hermoine send you.

Dear Y/N,

Hi, Hermoine here. I was out with Ron and Harry the other day when I saw Malfoy and Otis acting suspicious by Borgin and Burks. I know we're not close, but I thought that Malfoy and Otis weren't either. Just giving you a heads up in case he's now on you-know-who's side.

Can't wait to see you in school!

Hermoine Granger

Did Helen really join him?

Hogwarts, Year 6

So far, things have been relatively grim between you and Helen. The two of you talk, as you always do, but sometimes he randomly runs off with Malfoy, sometimes for hours on end, without any explanation.

" What's going on with you and Malfoy? "

Helen looks up as he hears you ask the question he dreads to answer.

" Nothing. We don't talk all that often, why? "

" 'You don't talk that often? ' He literally came to pick you up from our study date yesterday. " You raise a brow.

He sighs, but doesn't say anything otherwise.

" Look, I know you're hiding something. I also feel like it's got something to do with you-know-who being back. I need you to tell me Helen, are we together in the war that will no doubt be coming, or not? "

He remains silent, confirming your fears.

" Okay. I guess I'll see you arou-"

He's pulling you right back down beside him before you can finish your sentence and properly get up from the grass.

" You're right. I'm afraid we won't be on the same team when it comes to the war Y/N." He sighs, his eyes turning sad.

You haven't seen him so emotional since last year, when he confessed his feelings for you. Now, he's got a tight grip on your hand. He's avoiding eye contact, but his deep blue eyes look sad whilst he's looking out on the black lake. You know what it means; he's worried about something.

" This summer wasn't like any other. Malfoy and I were approached by the Dark Lord to join his side. We know better than to say no. Now we've been charged a mission. I won't burden you with what.... " He explains.

You look at your boyfriend, shocked by what he's telling you.

" Just, please tell me, are you asked to kill someone? " You ask, taking the hand he's holding into both of your own.

In return, he pulls you into his side, wrapping the arm you were holding around you as he replaces it with his free hand in your own.

" Yes. "

" I once knew a boy, he was quite like you you see, he made all the wrong choices-"

" Get it over with Malfoy. " Helen hisses, stepping out from where he was hidden in the shadows.

" Otis?-"

" I don't need a peptalk. I'm morally much worse than you know. " He says.

Dumbledore could tell he was right. Helen's eyes were dark, filled with some kind of unexplained rage. Like he's been carrying around anger for a very long time.

In a quick attempt to keep Helen from doing what Dumbledore has asked Severus to do, he tries to get through to him.

" What would miss L/N think, Helen? "

" She'll never know. " He says, slipping his wand out of his pocket.

Just as Dumbledore hoped, the sound of more people arriving catches their attention.

" There's others? How? "

" The vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement. It has a twin. "

The Burrow, summer after 6th year

" What was the first thing I said to you when Helen became our housemate?! " Link yells as he points his wand at you and his own twin brother Ben.

Ben is quick to react, pulling his own wand out and pointing it back at his twin while he pulls you protectively behind his form.

" What the hell is this about Link-"

" Answer me! "

" That he looks like a damn angel and smells like flowers! " Ben yells frustrated.

You pop your head out from behind his back.

" I mean, I agree- but,, what? "

Link grins, lowering his wand.

" We have to check everyone this way, they knew we were coming. " Link says, stepping inside of the burrow, letting you and Ben in as well.

Today, the trace has finally faded on Harry, and because of that, you, Ben, Link and Lui were helping with bringing him to the Burrow, the Weasleys' household. You had been paired up with Ben (with you morphing into Harry, thanks to the Polyjuice potion. Now, you're thankfully back in your own skin.) Everyone is also staying at least until the wedding of Ron's brother Billy and Fleur.

" George! Are you okay? " You ask as you see him nearly passed out on the couch, his twin by his side as always.

" Oh, yeah, feeling kinda holy, don't worry.-"

" Y/N! Thank Merlin you made it! " Hermoine calls suddenly, running to you to give you a big hug.

" Hermoine! You too." You smile as you return the hug.

It thankfully doesn't take long until the rest arrives.

" Mad eye's dead. Mundunges fled as soon as he saw the first death eater appear. " Billy says, bringing an uncomfortable silence with him.

You smile sadly at the couple who're dancing. You're happy for them, truly, but you're also sad, as they remind you of what (or rather who) you're missing.

" Pitty party for one I see, mind if I join? "

You look up from where you seated to see Link standing there.

You snort.

" Sure, sit down. "

" Kind of sad that they're having a wedding right now." You say as soon as he sat down.

" You think so? " He asks in return.

" Yeah, you don't? "

" I think it's rather cute that they choose to die married, kind of. "

" I mean, I guess you could see it like that too. Never expected you to be a 'till death do us part' kind of guy. " You tease.

Understandably so too, Link had always been a player for as long as you knew him.

" What can I say, I suppose I'm full of surprises. "

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you after that for a moment, until he spoke the words you dreaded to hear.

" You know, I saw him. " Link started carefully, looking at your face.

" When we escorted Harry here. He didn't shoot a spell at me, but I can't read him. He didn't exactly seem to be there against his will either-"

" He was forced Link, just like everyone else in that wretched army. "

" I know, but still. You should be careful.... I think there's a chance- DUCK! " Link cut himself off as he threw himself on you, pulling the both of you down.

Death eaters started breaking down the tent, shooting spells left and right. From the corner of your eye, you could see the golden trio apparate.

" Wand out, Y/N." Link says as he gets up, throwing spells right back at them.

You get up too, intending to do the same. However, before you've even properly drawn your wand out, someone knocks you out.

When you wake up again, you're in some kind of underground cellar, Luna, and who you recognize to be the wandmaker Ollivander are with you.

" Y/N was it right, are you okay? " Luna asks.

You cough, carefully getting up.

" Uhm, sort of I think? You're Luna right? Luna Lovegood? "

" Yes, that's me. "

" Where are we? What happened? "

" We're in the basement of Malfoy Manor, I'm afraid we're taken. "

" We did not manage to catch him, my lord-"

" Fools! How is it, that even a simple task, you cannot manage! " He-who-musn't-be-named booms as he walks over to the poor man, who gulps in fear.

" M-my lord, we did manage to take two girls. We believe they're relatively close to Potter. Mayhaps they could help? " Another, who had been part of the wedding crashing, asked carefully.

The dark lord looked him cold in the eye, contemplating on whether he should kill him or not, but eventually waved him off.

" Get them, perhaps we can get some information out of them. "

The man immediately scrambles off, doing as told.

Draco turns to carefully look at Helen, who's sat beside him. The black haired male was much colder than he had anticipated, in fact, sometimes Helen seemed to enjoy torturing people, hurting them.

He was unbreakable, nothing seemed to get to him.

Until today that is.

Helen's eyes widen as he recognized the pair of (E/C) eyes who seemed to stare right back at him.

However, knowing better than to show emotion in this environment, he quickly wiped his emotions off his face.

No one is to know you two were something.

And so he watched. He watched as another death eater started using the cruciatus curse on Luna whilst questioning you. He watched as you didn't give in. He watched as they in turn used the curse on you. He watched with pain as Luna didn't give in. It went on like that for a while, until the dark lord grew impatient.

You didn't look him in the eye once.

" Enough. If they don't want to speak, that's fine. Kill them." He ordered.

Helen felt his heart stop as you finally broke eye contact, hanging your head, ready to die.

" Don't. " Helen says suddenly.

He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't yell, doesn't show any emotion.

The dark lord's cold eyes turn to him now, daring him to give an explanation.

" They'll be no use to us dead. Lovegood's father will look for her. As will Drowned's for Y/N. " He says, not stuttering once.

" Mayhaps, we should sent them a note. Lucius, I trust you own an owl? "

Eventually, hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks.

Helen watches you suffer sometimes, not budging with interfering.

Luna was at some point left alone, for she seemed to be more of use as long as she was alive.

You on the other hand? You were close to breaking. The torturing truly got to you, and Helen watched painfully as you turn into the ghost of yourself. Your skin which once shined was now dull and dirty, your hair matted, and you've lost so much weight. Your eyes get to him the most. They don't look at him with the hope you once had for him anymore.

One day, he finally has enough.

" That's enough. She'll die. She'll be useless to us dead. " He stops Bellatrix from murdering you.

" What, it sounds to me as if you have a soft spot for this one, Otis~" Bellatrix laughs cruelly.

" Not at all, Lestrange. But I doubt the dark lord would be happy with her dead when he specifically told you to keep her alive. " Helen glares back, stepping closer.

Due to his height, he towers over her. Her heels barely giving her enough height to make them face to face.

She scoffs, obviously bummed he interrupted her fun.

That night, Helen finally goes down to see you.

" Y/N? " He asks carefully as he opens the door to the cellar.

" H-Helen? " He hears you call back to him.

The basement is dark, and he whispers a small spell to create light.

" Y/N." Helen breaths out as he walks over to where you're cuddles up in a corner.

" Leave her alone! " Luna suddenly jumps in his way, pushing him back.

" Haven't you done enough damage to her?! " She yells, although she keeps her voice soft.

Helen feels a new emotion dwell up in him. He doesn't like Luna. How dare she say that when she didn't budge to say anything when they tortured you?

He can't seem to control himself as he pushes her aside roughly, her head hitting one of the columns.

He doesn't watch to see how she does, instead he stalks over to you.

It scares you to the point where you try to press yourself further into the wall. But he's having none of that, instead taking you into his arms and taking you upto his room.

Once you've arrived in a different room on the third floor, you look at him.

" What are you doing? "

" Saving you. "

" Why? "

Helen glances at your face, but doesn't say anything else.

" Do you need help getting yourself clean in the bathroom? " He asks instead pulling you up with one hand on your lower arm and one on your waist.

He doesn't miss how your skin shivers at his touch.

" No. " You say as you try to push him away.

However, the moment you're on your feet by yourself, you nearly collapse, had it not been for Helen who caught you.

" Seems you do though. "

A few weeks later, Malfoy Manor

So far, Helen has been keeping you in his room.

You've been walking around in his clothes, sleeping beside him in his bed and did well by keeping quiet.

He says he's planning an escape for the two of you, but you know better than to believe him.

He's always been calculated and quick, if he had a plan, it would be put to action by now.

Instead, you're left to wait for the right moment.

He's made the stupid mistake of giving you your wand back, with the empty promise that you wouldn't use it.

For now, you can't yet, considering it would most probably only bring you trouble, and impossibly more pain.

Currently, you're seated in the window sill. It's a relatively sunny day out, but of course, you're stuck inside.

The moment you hear footsteps in the hallway, you turn your head to face the door, your hand on your wand beside you.

The door opens, but like always, it's just Helen.

" Hey, how do you feel?" He asks, face void of a smile.

You miss his smile. You miss the Helen you used to know.

You don't respond, instead turning to face the window again.

You hear Helen sighs, before you hear him approach you.

" You wanted to see Bowtruckles sometime, right?" He asks suddenly, pulling out a chair to sit on from the desk beside the window.

You turn to look at him, but don't say anything, though the question is clear in your eyes.

He reaches into his hoodie's pocket, and pulls out a small green twig-leaf like creature.

Your eyes widen.

It's a Bowtruckle.

For the first time in a while, he actually smiles, and holds his hand out to you. And for the first time in a while, you take it.

The Bowtruckle seems to be scared of the both of you, but still jumps onto your hand.

The window sill is low, and as Helen scoots closer, into your personal space bubble.

You put your wand in the same hand which is holding the Bowtruckle, something the creature appreciates.

While you're busy fawning over the Bowtruckle (you even tell Helen you're naming it Twig), Helen has his eyes on you.

This is the happiest he's seen you in a while, and he can't help himself when he turns your face, kissing you full on the lips for the first time.

Your eyes widen, but you don't push him away, instead pulling him in closer with your free hand, you don't even realize when you start crying. He also pulls you in closer, holding the back of your neck.

When the two of you pull away from one another, he wipes your tears.

" I know I've made all the wrong choices, and that I don't deserve you- but please know, I really do love you, Y/N."

A few months later, Malfoy Manor

You've always been patient, something you're very grateful for right now.

Finally, today seems to be your lucky day.

" Come. " Helen calls you over suddenly from the doorway of his room.

You were on the other side of the room, looking through the window, aimless on what to do.

" Why? " You ask carefully.

Helen rolls his eyes but walks over to you, taking you by your arm.

" You're going to identify Harry Potter. Don't do anything stupid, I can't do much with the other death eaters around. "

And so, seconds later, you're sat down in front of a man who's most probably Harry Potter.

" I-I don't know. " You stutter out.

You're scared out of your wits, surrounded by some of the people who've tortured you the worst.

" Think harder! " Bellatrix screams at you, making you flinch.

" I really d-don't know. "

" Get Draco. "

Draco, who was just as 'unsure' as you, didn't clear much up either.

However, in a sudden turn of events, Bellatrix spots a sword, and Harry and Ron are ushered to the basement. Bellatrix makes a move to come for you too, but to everyone's surprise, Helen actually draws his wand out.

He wraps a possessive arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close against his body, and raises his wand to her chin within a quick motion.

" Touch her. " He hisses out.

" I fucking dare you. "

Bellatrix glares back at him, hard enough to make you shake in fear.

" You can't keep your pet forever. I'm going to kill her one day or another. " Bellatrix hisses before turning around to torture Hermoine.

When Helen feels you start to shake even worse at Hermoine's screams, he turn you around, pushing your face into his shoulder, as if to offer comfort. The hand which is holding his wand wrapping around your waist.

After a while, it thankfully stops.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Bellatrix' wand goes flying.

Harry and Ron come up from the basement, and suddenly you feel something you haven't felt in a while, hope.

However, Bellatrix isn't easily defeated, and brings a dagger up to Hermoine's throat, making Harry and Ron stop as they were fighting Draco and Narcissa.

You're not sure what to expect from there, but then suddenly the chandelier squeaks, and eventually it falls down, as an unfamiliar house elf drops it.

You take this as your moment to run, you elbow Helen hard in the stomach as you run over to Ron, Harry, Hermoine, a gringgotts creature and the house elf, picking up everyone's wands on the way there.

" You stupid elf! You could've killed me! " Bellatrix screams.

Helen just looks at you, emotionless, unreadable.

You don't know what he's thinking.

" Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to seriously injure. " The house elf, you guess Dobby, says.

Narcissa raises her wand to do something about it, but with a click of the house elf's fingers, her wand flies into his hands.

" How dare you take a witch's wand?! How dare you defy your masters?! " Bellatrix screams, outraged.

Dobby stands up straight, the look on his face serious.

" Dobby has no masters. Dobby is a free elf. And Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends. " He speaks bravely, before he nudges everyone to hold hands.

The last thing you see is Bellatrix throwing a dagger at you before you disapparate.

When you arrive at the new location, you feel sand. You're momentarily numb to your surroundings. You can't hear anyone, you only see.

Freedom.

Finally.

After only being able to look into the sad yard of Malfoy Manor, you're finally outside.

After a minute, you register the pained screams from Harry, and it takes a moment longer before you've registered that the dagger that Bellatrix had thrown had hit Dobby. And that he's passed now.

Silent tears escape your eyes as you walk over to the group.

" There, he looks more peaceful now. " Luna says as she closes his eyes.

" I'm so sorry. " You whisper.

Luna wraps a kind arm around you, as everyone else is too broken about what happened.

" Y/N! " Link yells as he all but runs over to you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace.

" I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have let go of you-"

" Hey, sush, you couldn't have done anything, Link. Nothing could've saved me. " You sniff as you hold him just as tight.

" Still, I'm so sorry. "

" I was so scared." You cry.

Link rubs your back comfortingly, and after a while, you calm down a little.

" I was with him most of the time." You confess.

Link's eyes widen, pulling away from him slightly.

" You mean with Helen? What was he like?"

" I don't know. With me, he was sweet. But when there were other people around he just, seemed like an entire different person."

Link sighs.

" I'm afraid we'll have to see what's become of him when it comes down to it."

" Hello, I'm sorry to bother. Can I ask you a few questions?" You ask as you step into Ollivander's room.

" Of course, come in. " He tells you kindly, straightening his posture in awareness.

" How are you?" You ask him as you sit down on stool opposite him.

" I'm alright. Healing I'd say. How are you?"

" Quite the same. You see I have a Bowtruckle. I just.. don't know how to care for it." You say as you fish the creature out of the pocket of your hoodie.

Ollivander smiles, and you hold out Twig so he can hold it if he wants to. To your surprise, Twig actually moves onto his hand as soon as it's offered.

" Peculiar creatures, Bowtruckles. Much like the wood of their hometree, they rarely bond with more than one person. Did young Otis give you this?" He asks.

Your eyes widen, your mouth opening and closing like a fish.

" Don't worry. I don't judge you. I remember back when I was in school and in love. it seems so long ago." He says with a smile.

" I saw the way the Otis looked at you. I believe he might be mad, but there's a big chance he's also mad for you."

He doesn't look at you as he speaks, instead looking at the bowtruckle.

" They eat bugs. I'd recommend letting it go, but I have no idea where a tree with wood worthy of a wand is." He finally tells you, holding his hand out to yours, Twig jumping back onto your hand without second thought.

" Uhm, thank you." You eventually say, not knowing how to react.

How did Ollivander know?

The Burrow, A few weeks later

" Harry got into Hogwarts. " Kingsley says.

" This is it. " Tonks says as she takes her lover's hand.

" The last battle. " Lupin sighs.

" We better go. " Fred says, and one by one everyone starts disapparating.

" Link, disapparate me with you, I can't do it by myself yet. "

" No, stay here-"

" I'm going to fight, Link. I have a right to make them pay after what they did to me. " You say, although you don't fully mean it.

But you can't let your friends fight alone.

" If you panic or can't handle it anymore, you run and hide, deal? "

" But-"

" Deal or no deal? Otherwise you're not coming. " He says.

" Fine, deal. "

The preparations for the battle scare you. You're stood with Link, Ben and Lui. The friends you've made this year.

All of you are just watching as the shield is drawn up around you, eventually connecting.

" This is it guys. " Ben says softly.

" Never figured we'd make it this far. " Lui says.

Link scoffs, giving him a look.

" What's that even supposed to mean? "

" You slept through all your classes. Ben was busy drawing random doodles instead of actually taking notes and Y/N was usually busy bullying Helen- speaking of him, what will you do if you come face to face with him? " Lui asks, turning to face you.

You shrug, you hadn't thought of that.

" I don't know, I guess I'll just actively avoid him. " You say, not entirely sure on what to do either.

" I don't think you can, Y/N. From what happened at Malfoy Manor- I think he'll go looking for you first thing. " Link points out.

You hum, thinking for a moment. Truth to be told, you're scared. You don't know what'll be of Helen. You know he's definitely done some horrible stuff. And you could barely recognize him when you were locked up with him.

" Just stay close to any of us. Well all be taking the back flank anyway, right? " Ben suggests.

" Yeah-" Link starts, however, he's cut off as hundreds of spells hit the shield.

" You'll go looking for L/N, won't you? " Draco asks Helen, who gave him a blank look, before throwing another spell on the shield.

" Why do you need to know? "

" I've got to go get something. From Potter. I could use some back up. "

" Ask your aunt, she seems to quite enjoy herself. " He says, throwing a short glance at Lestrange, who was indeed, having 'fun'.

The dark lord however, was not, it seemed to be taking too long, and so he finally drew his wand.

And so, the field collapsed.

" Look, I doubt Voldemort will win. I just want Y/N. I don't care about him or his fickle obsession with power and eternal life. " Helen spat, before apparating straight into the Great Hall, on his way to you.

You're running. Chaos is surrounding you from everywhere. As expected, You've lost Link. Instead you thankfully did find Jeff, Lui's brother. You have no idea who's side he's on if you're honest, but he seems to have your back. So you'll have his for now.

Unbeknownst to you, Helen is already out looking for you. From a distance, he looks untouchable. Like always, he remains unbothered and untouchable, making his way through the crowd without much trouble.

He doesn't look at who he fires a spell, he doesn't care who's friend he just killed, he has his mind set on only one thing. You.

He's done waiting.

He'll do whatever it takes to have you now.

Thankfully, it doesn't take him long to find you. He's less pleased to see you're not alone, instead back to back with Jeff.

He doesn't need to call you before your eyes connect.

You freeze. Jeff turns around to yell at you when he feels you freeze up, but when he turns to see Helen a short distance away, he too freezes.

No one says anything, everything around you happens in slowmotion.

Untill the building starts to rumble.

Jeff is the first to react, running off without second thought. Helen is next, pulling you into him before he leads the two of you away.

He covers you as the roof of the hallway you're stood in breaks, and when he trips over a fallen piece of brick, he makes sure you don't hit the ground.

He holds you close to his body, reveling in the feeling of having you close to him.

After a moment, you finally seem to come to your senses when you get up again. And after a moment of pondering about it, you hold out a hand to Helen.

He takes it without hesitation.

" Y/N I-"

He's interrupted with Voldemort's message. He's withdrawing his forces, calling out to Harry personally this time. By the time he's done, you swallow.

" Seems you have to go." You swallow.

Your grip on his hand loosens, , but his tightens.

" I'm not going anywhere, N/N." He says

You don't know how to reply. Your mind is overrun with opinions and thoughts of him.

Before, you seemed so sure he had gone bad, that he was a terrible person. But now? Everytime you look into his eyes, you feel yourself melt.

Will it be so bad to be a little more selfish and choose for yourself this once? Will it be that bad if you choose for him?

Before you can make a choice, Lui comes running in your direction.

He doesn't seem to care when he spots Helen, and that immediately makes you concerned.

" Y-Y/N, It's Link."

Moments later, you're stood in the make shift infirmary which used to be the Great Hall. There's tears streaming down your face, and you're holding Ben close as the both of you sob together.

Link is laid on a makeshift bed, his eyes closed. He doesn't look peaceful, he looks like he's in pain, something that makes you sob louder.

Helen's watching the scene with sad eyes. Although things between him and his old friends had been tense the past year, he still holds dear memories with Link.

About twenty minutes later, you and Helen are sat on a curb outside. The weather seems to have cleared up the slightest bit and you're tucked into his side, your eyes closed in exhaustion, though you're very much awake.

" Let's run away."

You open your eyes at his words, a few tears escaping as you're stuck in grief.

" W-what? But what about Ben, and Lui, and-"

He wipes your tears as he cuts you off.

" I've told you I would help you escape. I didn't back than. Now is our moment, let's leave the war, N/N. Let's create our own paradise."

You want to say yes. You really, really want to.

But what about your friends?

He kisses the top of your head, before letting go of you and getting up.

" This isn't our fight. It never was. Let's go."

You look at him, studying him for a few minutes.

Will you take it?

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the-ship-maker-2 · 2 years ago

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If you're not too busy could I please ask for a yandere Bloody Painter with a darling that has abandonment issues any submissive to him and the darling is also shy and quiet sorry if this is a bit detailed

Yandere!bloody painter with a s/o who's shy,quiet, submissive and has abandonment issues HCs

-this is very ideal for him

-now he can have you at his will

-as his muse

-he doesn't like too much noise

-so he prefers someone who isn't talkative so he appreciates you being shy and quiet

-since you have abandonment issues he knows that you won't run away soon

-since you listen to everything he says he sees no reason to punish you and use your abandonment issues against you

-as long as you do exactly what he says and don't run off

-you two can live in fucked up delusional domestic bliss

-this really is the lifestyle for him

I hope you like these and feel free to ask again!

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creepypasta-fan-page · 2 years ago

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-:On this page I will repost Creepypasta art, head-canons, incorrect quotes and other content.

-: The stuff that I repost will always be credited.

-: I will write Headcanons, Incorrect Quotes, make memes and answer requests or asks. I will write scenarios.

-: My ask box is open and anonymous is turned on.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 4 months ago

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Most toxic yandere: BEN Drowned

Most healthy yandere: Helen Otis

In my opinion.

Interesting. I definitely think Helen would be one of the healthiest in my yandere canon, if not maybe Hobo because Helen is like… He views the darling as a deity so there’s that unhealthy praise and obsession, but he never harms them and or does anything inherently too evil to them.

But for me… I have a list for my canon based on how dangerous they are if you’re compliant with them, and BEN is like pretty low on my list. Hes annoying, and an absolute inconvenience, but so long as you play along he’ll give you pretty much anything you want except for freedom. Hes a bastard, but he’s definitely not the most toxic.

For me, my most toxic and dangerous yanderes are Jeff and Toby. They are both 100% going to be violent with you, no matter what. Jeff as a yandere has extreme anger issues, huge mood swings, and he takes all of that out on you. My Toby as a yandere is an extreme sadist, and gets off on causing you harm and pain, and enjoys doing so on a constant basis, not even to punish you, just to do it for fun and pleasure. For me in my own opinion in my own canon, it would be one of those two. Maybe Toby because he does it intentionally for his own enjoyment, Jeff does it due to his mood swings and instability.

That’s assuming by the way that you ARE compliant. I feel like if you’re not compliant my opinion could shift a bit, but I still think Jeff and Toby are pretty pretty damn close to the top.

Here’s my danger ranking though if anyone is interested;

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lordprettyflackotara · 6 months ago

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habits || bloody painter

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ tw: descriptions of gore, murder, abusive/toxic relationship, stalking, service dom!helen, borderline yandere helen, overstimulation, praise

Helen considered himself to be a poised and intelligent young man.

He had never considered himself lowly enough to crave romantic affairs, nevertheless develop a full fledge obsession.

He lived his life on a scheduled routine. The only variable he allowed to change was in which victim he selected. His creativity was shown through out his art pieces, he didn’t need tons and tons of action to keep him mentally satisfied. After all, he was an artist. A painter. One with methods society disapproved of, but a painter nevertheless. Helen considered himself to be content with life.

He came and went from the Trenderman mansion as he pleased. On Tuesday’s he spent quality time with The Puppeteer. What else could he possibly need?

That question became answered, once he saw you.

Helen hadn’t even meant to see you. Your neighbor had been his choice for his routine victim. Middle aged man with a habit of watching the neighborhood kids play in the street. One would normally find that endearing, but the contents Helen found in the mans household were not so much. Helen thought he had done a fine job, turning a scum of the earth pedophile into a work of art. He was spread like a starfish, pinned to the wall by his hands and feet with the handy kitchen knives. His chest of course was ripped open, the contents of his organs fallen onto the floor below. Helen's favorite part, the one he deemed to make this a masterpiece, was the removal of the mans genital's. Helen found it very appropriate to cut that off and staple it into the wall beside him.

As Helen admired his masterpiece, he couldn't help but overhear yelling coming from the direction of your house. Normally he would take this as his sign to leave. After all, his work here was done. But then he heard your voice. He was drawn to you like a sailor to a siren. Curiously he peered through the deceased mans curtains, looking over at your house. Your white curtains were closed, but he could make out the shadows of you arguing with a taller man. Helen wasn't a fan of domestic violence. He had witnessed all of that and more during his childhood stay at the psychiatric hospital. During that time he trained himself to stay neutral. To pretend what he was seeing didn't exist. But the pain in your voice intrigued him. Cautiously he slipped out of the mans house, dying for a closer look.

Using the shadows of the night to his advantage he slipped out of the neighbors backyard, hopping the fence. Helen creeped over to the window, peaking inside. That's when he saw you. Your face was red with anger, your eyes widened, and mouth running a thousand miles a minute as you argued with your presumed lover. Helen had never seen anyone like you. With your curves, feisty attitude, and bright eyes. You were something a man could only dream of. He felt himself frown at the sight of your oblivious and angry boyfriend, whose veins were popping out of his head from anger. Helen then made himself a vow, one he took very seriously. He was going to be your guardian angel, whether you knew it or not.

Helen didn't have obsessive tendencies. He had never spent his time stalking someone before. He didn't live at the Slenderman mansion, he wasn't sent on missions or anything absurd. He felt out of place as he studied you, becoming accustomed with your routine. You lived a simple and peaceful life, outside of your toxic relationship. Helen decided to study up on your lover as well, since he seemed to be such a massive issue. His name was Liam. Occupation: unemployed. If Helen had to take a guess he would assume that is why the two of you were arguing. Helen deemed Liam to be a useless slob. One that didn't do much of anything with his time, nevertheless tend to you and your needs. How you ended up with such a useless partner Helen could not figure out.

He enjoyed how modest you were. Your spare time was spent in libraries, curled up in the most secluded corner with a good book. You only ordered from small businesses, even if it meant going out of your way to attend them. All and all you were perfect. Helen thought of all the ways he’d introduce himself to you. Maybe he could run into you at the local book store. Or maybe he’d accidentally brush into you on the street. After all, Trenderman’s mansion was at least four states over from where he was wanted for being a serial killer. Showing his face in public was too much of a risk though, he feared. Especially with the cops now on high patrol in your neighborhood since the murder of your neighbor. If he could go back in time he wished he could’ve seen you first. He would’ve at least changed his victim to someone a few streets over.

The more Helen watched the more he noticed Liam’s violent tendencies. It all came to a screeching halt for Helen once he saw him put his hands on you. Now that. That did numbers on his mind. Who did he think he was? Stomping on such a delicate flower like yourself? If it wasn’t for the patrol car parked outside of your neighbors house he would’ve slit his throat and mutilated him for as long as possible. It took every ounce of self restraint he had to not interfere. The look of despair and sorrow you had written all over your face resonated with Helen more than he would’ve liked to admit. It stayed in his head rent free.

The next day Helen saw the bruises that littered your arms. It was in your character to modestly try to cover them. He expected that of you, even if he didn’t approve. What he hadn’t expected of you, was for your night life to become so social. You previously had proven yourself to be introverted and borderline antisocial. Yet, he watched you through your window as you put in earrings. You were dressed up more than he had ever seen. A tight dress and strappy heels clothed you, his mind going to rancid filth at the sight of your exposed thighs. So Helen did what he thought to be the best course of action: he followed you. This time however, he had different plans.

He planned to finally meet you.

He was surprised your location of choice was the local club, crowded with local college students and overbearingly loud with music. Even as you paced through the door he could sense how uncomfortable you were with the bass booming. Straightening out his collar he trailed behind you, the bouncer not glancing at him twice. He followed you through the never ending sea of swaying bodies, your hips ones that Helen would recognize anywhere. You approached the bar, sliding up on the bar stool like you had done this time and time again. Helen tried to appear casual as he sat beside you, the bartender approaching him. “Whiskey, neat please,” He ordered. You hadn’t glanced in his direction, your fingers aggressively typing against your phone screen. The overworked bar tender looked at you, your gaze not meeting his.

“Ma’am?”

Embarrassed you looked up, eyes widened. It then occurred to Helen why you chose the club. Subtracting the alcohol from the equation, your bruises were practically invisible strobe lights. “I’ll have a sex on the beach, sorry,” You gushed, face flushing with heat. Helen tried to avoid looking at you as to not seem obvious, but it was so hard not to. You were so darling, a ball of nervousness as you sat in a location you felt so out of place in. “Come here often?” Helen finally said, the words escaping his lips faster than he meant them to. Your eyes finally met his, soaking in his blue eyes. They were so striking, even in the inconsistent lighting. You awkwardly laughed, not having expected to indulge in a conversation with someone new. “Who? Me? Pfft, no. Absolutely not,” You rambled, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. Helen didn’t fail to notice this, giving you a polite smile. “I don’t come here either. I’m Helen, lovely to meet you,” He greeted. He stuck out his hand for you to shake.

You flashed a small genuine smile, before shaking his hand. “Y/n. Nice to meet someone like me. Everyone here seems to know what they’re doing besides us,” You say, side eyeing a group doing body shots at the opposite end of the bar. The bartender set down both of your drinks, nodding before walking off to help another customer. “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you in?” Helen pried. He sipped his drink, the firey liquid slithering its way down his throat. You slipped the little pink umbrella out of your glass, setting it aside on a napkin. “Just needed to get away from life, you know? I want to feel something absolutely liberating instead of the norm,” You say. Technically you were telling the truth, but you were smart enough to not spill your guts to a stranger. Helen liked that. He liked that you were smart enough to be cautious.

“How about you?” You asked, taking a large gulp of your fruity drink. Helen gave a slight chuckle. “Troubles at work. You know how that goes i’m sure,” He said. He was dancing along side you in the tango of word play. His occupation was untraditional surely, but the cop outside of your house was most certainly a thorn in his side. “Definitely. So do you live around here?” You asked, attempting to stir up conversation. You hadn’t expected to converse with anyone, nevertheless a handsome man. Helen was quick on his feet with an answer. After all, he had prepared conversation topics and answers for all of the different ways he could converse with you. “I’m new to the area actually. Been here about a month. You?” He replied slyly. You nervously pulled your short dress down before setting your drink on the counter. The obnoxious music seemed to be bothering you.

Helen had learned all of your nervous habits. Strike one was pulling down or picking at your clothing. “Dont freak out but I may live next to the murder house,” You replied. Helen raised an eyebrow, now curious. “Murder house?” He asked. Of course, you figured sharing something so frightful to the normal man would be safer rather than lying. Oh how bright you were. “Oh cmon i’m sure you’ve heard. It’s the most talk we’ve had in this town for ages. Creepy old Gary got torn apart by some serial killer,” You explained. Helen was intrigued by what you thought. If things were different he’d ask so much more. Maybe when he got to know you better he’d ask what you thought of his work. “Oh my. Sounds quite brutal,” Helen commented. You nodded, finishing off your drink. Huh. You seemed awfully desperate to get drunk. The bartender approached the two of you again, going to pour you another one.

“Oh no no just one please. Do you guys accept cash?” You rambled. You began digging in your clutch, searching for the crumbled up bills you had shoved in there. Helen knew this to be because of your lack of funds. He suspected Liam had some sort of control over your finances. “Put anything she wants on my tab please,” He intervened. Wide eyed you turned to Helen. “You didn’t have to do that,” You told him. He shrugged and sipped his drink, watching the bar tender deliver your drink before walking away. “The pleasures all mine. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be paying for her own drinks,” He said truthfully. Your blush may have not been visible because of the lighting, but you best believe Helen knew you were. You couldn't help but feel hopelessly attracted to him. Maybe it was desperation. Or maybe it was nice being treated with respect for once.

The clubs music switched to a different song, one with more bass. Helen noted you nervously glancing over your shoulder, staring at the DJ booth. Strike two was the way your eyes darted around when you were nervous. Helen decided distracting you might be the best course of action. “So, may I ask you on a proper date? What fun activities are there to do around here?” He asked. You became incredibly flustered, the sight definitely one for sore eyes. “There’s an art museum down the street. It’s the only gallery I haven’t seen in this town,” You suggested. Oh how little did you know that suggestion secured your fate and locked it in place. Helen then had mentally deemed you to be his perfect match. You both would make a delightful pair.

“Thats a splendid idea. Truthfully I adore the arts,” Helen answered. It was then you delivered the third strike, the biting of the inside of your cheek. Helen wasn’t quite sure what set you off, but the room was overstimulating to say the very least. “How about we take this party elsewhere? Your place perhaps?” Helen asked. He knew that wasn’t possible, but curiosity lingered about what your answer would be. “Oh um, no mine it’s very unorganized right now. What about yours?” You asked. You were now gnawing on the inside of your cheek. Oh dear, had you developed a new habit? “I have the most obnoxious roommate. Here, take my hand,” He proposed, setting a neat pile of bills on the counter. Your soft hand took his, the painter leading you through the crowds of people. Truthfully he was searching for more of a supply closet, something more secluded and private. But he supposed an unoccupied handicapped restroom would do. “I apologize for the lack of cleanliness that’s surrounds us, but your well being is more important,” Helen said, locking the door.

It wasn’t terribly filthy, but he much rather would’ve taken you somewhere nicer. “Helen I- I must be honest, I have-” You began. He knew where this was going. And if he was being truthful with himself he did not want to discuss Liam at your first meeting. So instead, he decided an alternative. “I apologize if this is a little too straight forward,” He said abruptly. Helen towered over you, cupping your cheeks before planting your lips against his. His lips were soft and warm, the faintest taste of whiskey still lingering. You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Stumbling you fell back against the wall, your head spinning. “You are so beautiful and you deserve to be treated as so. May I show you how beautiful you are?” He asked. You nodded profusely, watching him drop to his knees. His slender fingers pulled up your dress, revealing your lacey black panties. Helen couldn’t help but feel like you had worn them for him.

It only made his cock harder as he pushed them to the side. Your slick was already wet, your folds begging for attention. “This wet already? You poor thing, does no one tend to your needs?” He asked, a hint of taunting lacing his tone. You were desperate, the double meaning of his words flying over your head. “N-no, please, please touch me,” You whined. Who was Helen to deny you of that? He licked a stripe up your cunt, sending a shudder down your spine. You grabbed onto his jet black locs for support as his large hands settled onto your thighs. He lapped at your cunt like a starved man, devouring every drop of juice your body was producing. His eagerness to please you only made you wetter. Truthfully you couldn’t recall the last time Liam had ever done foreplay with you. Your moans were loud and shameless, the clubs music overpowering the sounds anyways. You grinded against his face, whining as you approached your high. His lips attached to your clit, sucking at the sensitive bud harshly. His ocean eyes watched your facial expressions intently.

You were like a divine art piece that came to life.

Helen kept your thighs apart as they trembled, his name falling off of your lips as you came on his face. Shamelessly he lapped all of the juices away, licking you until he deemed you clean. You went to drop to your knees to return the favor, Helen stopping you. “A lady such as yourself does not belong on this filthy floor. Where you do belong, is with my fingers buried in your cunt until I make you cum again,” He said. Your head was spinning as he picked you up, setting you on the sink. He nudged his way between your thighs, plunging two fingers into your eager cunt. “Oh my- fuck- holy shit,” You whined, tilting your head back. Helen curled his fingers inside of you, your gummy walls clinging to him. “Such a tight cunt, what a masterpiece,” He praised, licking his lips. He began to curl his fingers faster, placing sloppy and uncoordinated kisses onto your neck. “D-don’t leave marks,” You pleaded in between pants. Helen knew why, but agreed to your request.

“I would never mark such a beautiful masterpiece my love,” He agreed, his voice hoarse. He pulled down your dress, exposing your breast. He was pleased at your lack of a bra. With one hand he toyed with your nipple, the other abusing your g spot as it pleased. “Feels so good Helen, you make me feel so good,” You whimpered, pawing at his button up. You grabbed handfuls of the fabric, Helen more amused than anything else. How long had it been since someone had truly pleasured you? He concluded it must’ve been an entirety, based on the way he could feel your second orgasm coming. “Someone close again? Wanna make a mess on my fingers?” Helen asked, a sly grin dancing across his lips. You managed to meet his gaze, your mouth fallen open in the shape of an O. “So close, wanna cum for you,” You whined. Helen twisted your nipple painfully, triggering your second orgasm. You didn’t have time to process it, your vision going white as you creamed around his fingers.

Helen enjoyed watching you ride out your high, your body convulsing as you experienced euphoria. He removed his fingers from your cunt, licking them clean. “You taste divine my love,” He praised. You gave him a dazed smile, hopping off of the sink. Helen guided you to turn around, studying the mounds of your ass as he pulled your dress up to your waist. “Such a gorgeous body. Truly a walking goddess,” He mumbled, undoing his belt. It wasn’t long before you felt him rub his tip up and down your slick, earning desperate moans from you. You gripped the sink as he began to push inside of you. Your face told Helen everything. That truthfully Liam was no whereas big as him or as coordinated. That you had not had a good fuck in a longtime. Your body was the snitch to everything you were attempting to hide. Helen was quick to bottom out, your gummy walls clinging to him. “You’re so perfect,” He grunted, beginning to pick up the pace. Helen thrust were slow and powerful, each one hitting your g spot just right.

It was like he knew what your body needed, your sounds sinful and pure filth as he rammed into you. Your cunt told him everything he needed to know, the sound of his name falling off of your lips one he wanted to hear forever. He relentlessly snapped his hips into yours, your orgasm growing closer and closer as he fucked you. “I’m going to make you mine my love, my perfect masterpiece,” Helen huffed, his slender fingers digging into your hips. You babbled an agreement, your mind too far gone. Helen slithered one of his hands down to your clit, drawing fast circles. You stood upwards, your back colliding with his chest as you felt yourself coming closer to your final orgasm. “Thats it, cum for me. Make a mess on my cock,” He praised, his breath hot against your ear. His name rang off of the bathroom walls as you creamed on his shaft, your orgasm triggering his own. Helen was quick to pull out of you, bending you over and cumming on your ass.

He watched his white seed paint your skin, creating a beautiful work of art.

Your fate was sealed, you were to spend entirety as his canvas.

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eldritch-nightmare · 1 year ago

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do the others know about you?

synopsis: you're just a human dating someone that's... well. you can certainly never introduce them to your friends or family. but do their friends/companions know about you?

a/n: is it a good idea to include every single creepypasta i can think of from the top of my head... no. will i do it anyway? yes, i will. anyways this right here is my pride and joy. i enjoyed writing it, and i'm proud of it, so i hope you guys enjoy it as well.

warnings: possessive behavior in a few, yandere behavior in a few, spoiler alert alex almost kills you but dw there's no character death here.

includes: jeff the killer, eyeless jack, jane the killer [richardson + arkensaw], laughing jack, slenderman, nina the killer, the bloody painter, the puppeteer, clockwork, jason the toymaker, hobo heart, nurse ann, zalgo, x-virus, homicidal liu, ticci toby, tim wright, brian thomas, jay merrick, alex kralie, and jessica locke.

jeff the killer would more than likely tell the others about you, though mostly just so everyone knows that you're off limits for killing. he also just has this thing where he needs people to know what belongs to him so they know not to touch it, and in his mind, you belong to him so. none are allowed to touch you.

eyeless jack isn't that open about his personal life to others. mostly because he can't remember any of it, but also because he's just a guarded person in general. at most, the only people who know about you will probably be jeff, ben, and maybe sully.

jane richardson doesn't really hide your existence, mostly because she doesn't have contact with the others, so it doesn't matter. everyone of importance knows that you're together, and the government knows as well, so.

jane arkensaw would prefer certain people didn't find out about you, though she may tell some of her close friends about you if she's certain that they will keep your existence a secret as well. then again, it's not like you'll ever come into contact with any of the others so long as she has any say about it.

laughing jack more than likely lets everyone know about you because he literally can't shut up about you. he loves you! people need to know that he is so sickeningly devoted to you! even the kids he terrorizes know about you!

slenderman doesn't have any say on whether or not people learn about you because they're gonna find out anyways. besides, it's better if they did know about you because then they would know that you are off limits for killing. anyone who dares to even try to harm you will understand the pure wrath slender can bring down upon them.

nina the killer wants everyone to know about you. she needs everyone to know that you two are together and that she loves you so very much. she tells everyone all about the dates you two have and the gifts you get each other. it's cute, though it can be annoying at times.

the bloody painter doesn't interact much with the others, so not many of them know. helen doesn't really care if anyone finds out that he's dating you, it doesn't really matter to him. though... he will have some words if any of them try making a move on you or hurting you. you're his muse, after all.

the puppeteer doesn't want anyone to know about you, not even his proxies. you're his. no one else deserves to even know that you exist, so why the hell would he tell anyone about you? at most, the only person who knows about you would be emra because he knows that she won't tell anyone if he orders it.

clockwork doesn't let people close to her, so only a small handful of people would even know about you. she likes that none of the others really knows about you, though a part of her thinks about telling them so they know not to make you a victim. not that you'll ever become a victim, of course. she'll protect you from anything, don't worry.

jason the toymaker wouldn't want anyone to know about you. honestly, his whole thing is making sure that you belong to no one but him. you don't need anyone other than him, so why would he tell anyone about you? the others will know that he has someone in his life already, someone he'd burn the world down for, but they'll never know it's you unless they visit his toy shop.

hobo heart would be delighted if the others knew you were his. you have his heart, so it's only natural for everyone to know that you love each other, right? that's how relationships work. he doesn't really speak much with the others, but when he is around then he'll let everyone know who has his heart.

nurse ann is hardly ever around the others for them to even know about you. the only three to know of your existence is liu, sully, and helen because those are the only people she's close with. they don't need to know about you, it's not like they'll ever hurt you. trust me, she won't let them even if they were to try.

zalgo is just as surprised as everyone else that he's like... together. with you. shocks him every day, to be honest. but yes, he wants everyone to know you're his. he doesn't see you as a weakness, though he knows how fragile humans are so he makes sure you're safe from any that may cause you harm. it also sends a... delightful chill to the core of his existence knowing that everyone knows you belong to him.

x-virus basically needs everyone to know that you're together. not because he's possessive in any way, but because he needs to use this as a way to keep you with him. a tactic to keep you from leaving, if you will. with you dating cody, you're safe from harm. if you ever leave him, then you're no longer under his protection. so... stay with him.

homicidal liu is... hesitant, to put it simply. he doesn't particularly mind if the others find out, but he most certainly won't go out of his way to tell anyone. he doesn't want you involved in the darker parts of his life because he's worried about your safety. there are a few that he simply doesn't trust to know about you. sully, on the other hand, would love for everyone to know about you. he doesn't tell anyone because he respects liu's wishes to keep your existence a secret. though, he can't lie, it does make his heart race knowing that he and liu are the only ones who know about you.

ticci toby neither hid your relationship from people nor did he let anyone know about it. he's a naturally reserved person, so it wasn't like he was super open about himself with the others. in the beginning, the only one to know about you would probably be slender, but that's just because it's like... toby's boss, essentially. of course, those who were paying attention could see the signs.

tim wright would definitely keep your existence secret for as long as possible. the only person who knew about you in the beginning was brian, if we're being honest, and after all hell breaks loose, he'd do everything he could to keep you from getting involved. god forbid if jay or alex found out about you. jay would've used you to find him, and alex would've tried killing you.

brian thomas was open about his relationship with you, so everyone knew who you were. you even offered moral support to everyone filming marble hornets. of course, brian disappeared one day... and then you lost contact with alex... and tim was trying to move on with his life, so you didn't really keep in touch with him either. then jay came around, and... well. that led to a certain hooded figure watching you from afar.

jay merrick was neither open nor reserved about his relationship with you. he probably mentioned you early on in a few tapes, and he maybe even introduced you to alex when they were still friends. you'd probably be mentioned in casual conversation with tim, but ultimately it was a situation where if someone knew, they knew. and if they don't, then they just don't.

alex kralie was more reserved about his relationship with you. his closest friends knew, such as jay and brian, but that was about it. of course, once the operator entered the scene and alex started cleaning up loose ends, your life was endangered. alex... he wanted to kill you. he had to kill you. you suppose it's a good thing jay managed to find you before alex could.

jessica locke is obviously very open about her relationship with you. no need to keep it a secret, y'know? you two are like... the couple, y'know? everyone knows you're dating; you guys don't hide it. why would you two keep it a secret? there's no reason to.

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crunchystarz · 2 months ago

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Can you please make headcanons Bloody Painter x Reader, when the s/o and Helen meet each other by chance, and then Helen kidnaps them when he realizes he likes them?

(It doesn't matter what gender the reader is)

"My Muse"

Bloody painter x Gn!reader

Cw- Kidnapping, stalking, yandere tendencies tbh, mentions of blood, GN!reader however they are described to be a bit feminine.

A/N: Another BP req whoopie, not really headcanons but I got carried away. I'm really iffy Abt my writing for this one but I hope you still like it (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

*Meeting you was a complete accident, Helen bumped into you at a craft store. You were very quick to apologize and he just nodded before continuing on with his day.

*He never thought too much of your first meeting. It was only until you ran into each other again. At a cozy coffee joint. You had quickly recognized him from the week before and struck up a conversation.

*Admittedly Helen really didn't wish to talk. He was here to scope out people for his work. As well as he never liked talking much. Yet he didn't walk away from you. The raven surprised himself when he stayed and just listened to you talk.

*When you realize you were rambling, now embarrassed you apologized and offered to buy him a drink. You mentioned that you often would visit the spot on weekends.

*That was your first mistake.

*After a while of meetings Helen considered you a friend. Nothing more than a friend.

*Sure he thought you were awfully pretty, and found you beyond adorable, he liked how sweet you smelled, and yeah he thought about how kissable your lips were when you were ranting a handfull of times. But all that is normal things.

*That's what he told himself at least. He knew it wasn't true. He soon craved your attention like a mad man.

* He'd follow you home a couple of times( snapping a few pictures to paint later)

* When you told him about the awful date you had over coffee was really the nail in the coffin.

* He needed you. Needed you to be his. He wanted to keep you locked away forever as his Muse.

*Needless to say when you woke up in a dark room with the smell of blood still lingering you were more than not happy.

*Helen couldn't understand why. You didn't want to be with him always? He was just keeping you safe!

*Why were you so upset, He was all you needed and you were all he needed. A perfect match brought together by fate no?

*You'll learn to love him. That's what he says at least

MASTERLIST

#crunchystarz #starz's endless pasta bowl #bloody painter x you #bloody painter x reader #bloody painter #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x you #x reader #reqs open

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uncannyencore · 10 months ago

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Creepypasta art April challenge!

Use the tag: Yaz April Challenge

Day 1. Draw your favorite pasta.

Day 2. Draw your favorite ship

Day 3. draw your favorite creepypasta kiddo!

Day 4. Draw your favorite slender! (Slenderman, Offenderman, Splendorman, Trenderman, Tenderman, SlenderWoman, Slendrina, Surrender.)

Day 5. draw your favorite Slender Proxy!

Day 6. Draw one of the clowns/jesters

Day 7. Make your own Zalgoid oc!

Day 8. Draw one of the Glitchpastas

Day 9. Draw a pasta that needs more love in the fandom!

Day 10. Draw the pastas of your choice in different clothing of different aesthetics.

Day 11. Draw your first creepypasta oc (if you can remember it)

Day 12. Draw your interpretation of Zalgo!

Day 13. Draw your interpretation of Slenderman!

Day 14. Draw the pasta that scares you the most

Day 15. Draw one of the characters from the comic I Eat Pasta For Breakfast / Lazari’s Backstory! (Evil, Lazari, Stripes, Alex the bleeding man, Sadiya, inner demons, other characters by Chibi Works)

Day 16. Draw a pastas inner demon if they have one (Mostly Lazari or Sadiya)

Day 17. Draw the pasta you have a crush on?!

Day 18. Draw one of the eyeless pastas!

Day 19. Draw a canon lgbt ship in the pasta fandom!

Day 20. Draw one of the original Creepypastas (The emotionless, Jeff the killer, Eyeless Jack, Ben drowned, Slenderman, Crystal cove, the rake, I feel fantastic, etc.)

Day 21. draw a headshot of Bloody Painter without his mask on.

Day 22. Make yourself a creepypasta!

Day 23. Draw a character you barely know anything about!

Day 24. Draw a character you just found out about!

Day 25. Draw a pasta of your choice as a Chibi!

Day 26. Draw smile dog as best as you can!

Day 27. Draw your favorite character from another fandom with your favorite pasta!

Day 28. Draw a pasta as a yandere!

Day 29. Draw one of your Creepypasta oc’s!

Day 30. Draw a bunch of pastas all together!

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princesspastel8 · 10 months ago

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Chapter 13

Third POV

Jeff was sent to kill some random guy who so happened to be a few blocks away from Eboni's home. Of course, the killer took the chance to sneak into her room. To his surpise, she wasn't home. So he waited until he grew bored and began snooping through her things.

Everything seemed ordinary besides her odd obsession with kawaii shit. That was until he opened her closet door after picking the lock on it. He figured whatever she's hiding had to be embarrassing, and man, was he right.

This bitch has two boxes filled with BDSM crap that it actually surprises the killer. Jeff lets out a loud laugh as he dumps the contents of each box onto the middle of her floor. This would be the perfect payback. Humiliating her like he did him.

In the meantime, he looks through each item, confused as to why all of the sex toys were still in their official packaging as well as her many sets of lingerie. He snickers when he comes across BDSM magazines. The smiling killer had no idea they made crap like this.

When picking up one of the magazines, a piece of paper slips through the pages. He picks it up, standing back to his feet. As he read the slip of paper, he grins his grin, growing wider at the presence of who he waited patiently for.

"Been awhile, huh princess?"

Her face is absolutely priceless. The utter embarrassment lacing her features as she realizes the contents on the floor. Her grip on her knife seems to weaken. Eboni opens her mouth to speak but is still acting like a deer in headlights.

"You know... I knew something was off about you- but I had no clue you were this much of a....freak." The smiling killer teases, holding the slip of paper in front of him. "Rules of a princess..."

Eboni felt dizzy. She never wanted anyone to know of her obsession. Especially not - "I-I..." she stutters, still at a loss of words.

"You what? Never used any of this shit? Yet you collect them like fucking trophies. Wanna say why?"

Eboni quickly shakes her head, lowering it in shame - the tips of her ears and cheeks covered in blush. Jeff moves closer, glancing at the paper again before dropping it to the ground. He leans over her, closing her bedroom door, and locks it. Through all of this, Eboni felt as if her feet were super glued to the ground.

"Did you not hear me the first fucking time? Answer my question." The Cheshire smiling killer said, whispering into the teen's ear.

Eboni could feel his body heat, his breath fanning her ear- making her whimper. She opens her mouth to answers but pauses. Oddly enough, a playful smirk takes her lips even though her mask is still on. Jeff seemed to not have noticed that Eboni is not only inexperienced but also a brat at heart.

"Make. Me." She said daringly, still remaining in her spot.

His movements were too quick for her to process. One second, she's standing a feet or two away from the bedroom door - The next her back is slammed against it, the killer snatching her knife and uses it to slice off her mask. He throws the knife so harshly that it lodges into the wall. Jeff flushes their bodies together, grabbing both wrist with one hand, and pins them above her head- his knee spreading her legs apart.

The killer stares into her shock, filled honey brown eyes before speaking, "Oh...so this is how you wanna play?"

"Jeff I-"

His free hand moves to grip her throat as his knee moves upward to press firmly against her core. He grins, leaning down to her lips. "Princesses only speak when told to, you bitch."

Eboni is silenced by his lips slamming into her own. She tenses, her brain cells frying by every movement of his lips against her own. More seem to burn at the feeling of his knee rubbing against her.

His rough actions cause Eboni to slowly give in. Why bother to fight it any longer? He found out everything, every single secret. She doesn't care if he uses them all against her. Eboni would embrace it all with open arms and lustful eyes.

Eboni whimpers, trying to keep up with Jeff's sensual kisses- but he's so earnest in this moment. He licks Eboni's lips, groaning at the feeling before forcing his tongue through. The smiling killer removes the hand around her throat to her hip, gripping it so tightly that it'll bruise. The gesture makes Eboni wetter than she is now.

Lips still tongue tied, Jeff guides Eboni's hips to grind against his knee at an opposite pace. Eboni, at this point, has completely melted into Jeff, waiting for him to fulfill her darkest desires. He pulls away from their kiss, a string of salvia stretching from the bottom of their lips. Noticing her Dialated pupils and lided eyes, he smirks- grabbing her hips to stop. He finally has her where he wants.

Jeff nods his head towards her bed, pulling away. "On your back, hands above your head."

Without hesitation, Eboni does as instructed - whining impatiently. Jeff watches, placing a hand over his mouth to hide how wide his Cheshire smile stretched. Just a few minutes ago, this bitch was back talking and now...she's puddy In his hands.

The killer moves on top of her, swiftly snatching his hoodie off over his head but keeping his jeans on. He places his middle and ring finger against Eboni's lips, "Suck."

She listens, moaning every time he forces his fingers further down her throats. He grins, yanking her sweatpants off. Jeff licks his lips at the sight of her pink patterned panties, completely soaked.

He groans, pulling his fingers out of Eboni's mouth. He yanks off her t shirt, taking in the sight below him. "Fuck..."

Her harden nipples poke through the fabric of her bra, her breast perky and curves in all the right places. But if the killer has to pick his favorite part, it'll be her thighs - and of course that ass. He likes a girl with meat on her bones. He needs to grab a handful of something after all.

Jeff rips her panties off, rubbing slow circles against Eboni's clit. The unknown feeling causes her body to jolt then tense. The killer laughs, taking in every second of this.

"You like that...huh? Answer me."

"Y-Yes...good..hn~" she moans, squirming underneath him.

He slides his middle finger inside, thrusting it slowly- the wetness of her cunt coating it. "Then why not do this to yourself?" Jeff asked, honestly a bit curious.

Eboni shakes her head, to embarrassed to say and overwhelmed by the pleasure and slight discomfort of Jeff's fingers after having him add his ring finger. The killer stops his motion, glaring darkly at Eboni.

"Answer." He demands, voice gruff with lust.

Eboni whines, pouting her lips. "W-Waiting for....daddy to treat h-his princess.." she responds, completely lost into her fantasy.

Jeff raised a brow, moving his fingers faster and quicker. "I'll ask more later... Anyways.."

The killer looks at his fingers, marveled at how coated they are with her juices. He licks his fingers, groaning shamelessly at the taste.

"You taste...." he whispers, lifting her legs and places both on his shoulders. He moves both hands to her hips, gripping them as his tongue takes a quick lick of her cunt. "....so fucking good."

Eboni grips the sheets above her head, little mewls escaping her at the foreign feeling of Jeff's tongue licking her slit and tongue fucking her. He could feel her walls tightening around his tongue, singling just how close she is. The fanning of his hot breath and rough rapid tongue flicks on her clit becomes her undoing.

"Aahh! Uhhhnnn~"

Jeff let's her ride out her high on his tongue before dropping her legs back onto the mattress. He licks his lips, savoring her taste as he unzips his pants - his raging boner springing out.

"Look at me."

Still in her blissful state, she looks at the killer hovering over her, finally noticing how oddly attractive he is. His skin is ghostly white, body lean, yet muscles chiseled. As her eyes travel further, they lock onto his cock. She feels her mouth begin to salivate at the sight. His length is long, girth wide and veins visible.

Jeff uses one hand to push his hair out of his face and the other to stroke himself. "Aren't I... beautiful?" He questions randomly.

Eboni whines, nodding her head as she spreads her legs- wanting him inside. Jeff laughs mockingly at her, his cock grinding against her clit- leaking pre.

"Is the little princess this desperate for my dick?" He asked, removing her bra to begin pinching her nipples painfully.

Eboni's back arches slightly off the bed as she nods her head, ready to do whatever it takes for him to shove it inside her.

"Beg then."

"Jeff....please.."

He bites his lower lips, suppressing a Cackle. To think his mind wasn't playing tricks, but preparing him for this excat moment. Without an ounce of hesitation, Jeff shoves himself into her. The sudden rough intrusion causes Eboni to cry out loudly, her eyes welling with tears as Jeff closes his eyes- groaning from the tightness.

They both stay motionless for a while, waiting for the moment of entrance to pass. The killer opens his eyes, and the sight of Eboni's pained expression gives him a newfound excitement. Jeff would slowly pull out of Eboni, leaving his tip in before slamming back into her.

"Look at you, on the verge of tears.." he laughs, letting a moan slip afterward.

Feeling herself getting stretched so slowly is a feeling she's struggling to comprehend. Pain. This is her first time having sex, and it's being handled so poorly. The moment is supposed to be sweet, gentle, and even loving. However, that isn't what Eboni wanted at all.

Hurts...hurts so good

Faster, deeper...rougher

Don't stop...never fucking stop

Jeff's eyes widen in shock until it's quickly masked by his sadistic urges hurling to the surface, scratching at his skin, poking at his mind. No holding back. He has no reason to hold back.

Though heavy tears are flowing from Eboni's eyes, a deranged smile would not leave her face. Jeff's demented tendencies take full swing after seeing that smile. His thrust became rougher, animalistic.

"So good! F-Feels so- aah!"

Eboni's back arches off the bed, pressing against Jeff's chest as she came- her vision clouded by stars. Jeff didn't give her time to recover. He lifts the girl, forcing her on her knees.

"Grip the headboard. I'm not done, not even close." He said, slapping his dick against her swollen slit.

"Daddyyy..." Eboni whines, rubbing her ass shamelessly against him to get the killer to hurry.

Jeff leans over, gripping the headboard as well. "Your pussy is so fucking red....and your begging? You bitch-"

He slames into her without warning once again. His thrust seems to be diving deeper into her from this new position. Eboni cries, feeling him slame so harshly against her cervix.

"Fuck...holy shit you're taking me so...so damn, uhnn~" Jeff groans into her ear before beginning to leave trails of bites and kisses along her neck.

"G-Gonna..mmhh!"

The killer wraps his hand around her throat, forcing her head to lean back and look at him. "Hold. It." He orders through clenched teeth.

At this point, Eboni feels like she's being torn in two, but Jeff doesn't care. The only thing on his mind is reaching his high and using this girl to do that. The two lock lips, the kiss sloppy yet full of passion.

"That's it. Keep sucking me in just like that, oh fuck!"

The two never broke eye contact, and that inhuman look in Eboni's eyes and smile are what sends Jeff over the edge and shifts something within his heart - unbeknownst to him. They cum, Eboni squirting all over his cock and Jeff emptying his load deep within her.

"Don't move. Keep it all in you cumsucking bitch." Jeff orders, still dealing with the high of his orgasm.

Eboni could only nod, feeling the mixture of themselves running down her leg. With her smile gone and tongue hanging out while panting, Jeff spits onto it.

"Swallow."

Eboni gulps with zero hesitation, whining for another kiss from Jeff. The two hold another sloppy kiss, Eboni still feeling his length pulsating inside her. Jeff breaks the kiss, licking Eboni's lips.

With their faces itches apart he speaks, "Be ready to get fucked like this from now on. I'm just getting started, princess."

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