#yandere alistair x reader

[everafterhighxreader]

Hi can you do yandere alistar with wonderland reader?

Yes, I've actually done similar stuff

He's not always so good with his words

He gets flustered pretty easily

His cheeks get all red when talking to you

Sometimes he stutters over his words and he gets lost in himself

He loves listening to you talk

Loves to cuddle and hold you close

Really big on physical affection

He loves picnics and cafe dates

Loves when you run your fingers through his hair

It soothes him. He practically falls asleep whenever you do it

He loves telling you about his home [If you're not from Wonderland]

It holds a special place in his heart and he really wants the two things he loves to collide

It'd be his perfect dream

If you ever need help with Spellwork, he'd be more than happy to help you

[Even if he doesn't understand it]

He just loves spending time with you and it doesn't matter what you're doing

He's prone to jealousy

Whenever he sees you talking with someone else, especially men [Sparrow], he's practically seething

Alistair is not a mean person, but he can become passive aggressive towards the person

You're so confused, because Alistair is so nice

He has a picture of you on his nightstand

He wants you to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up and the last thing he sees when he sleeps

[peppymintdreams]

isaac finally allows pickle to leave (or pickle simply sneaks outside). while outside, they get turned by a vampire Σ(°ロ°)

Oooo I like that..

A Change of Blood

Isaac Rhoades x Pickle

The air outside was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the warm safety of the home Isaac had built around Pickle like an impenetrable fortress. It had taken weeks of careful negotiation for Isaac to even consider letting them step outside. He had made it clear—blatantly, painfully clear—that the world beyond their walls was dangerous, filled with countless threats he couldn’t always protect them from.

But tonight, something in Pickle had stirred. A yearning, an ache for just a moment of freedom. Whether it was a promise Isaac begrudgingly allowed or a rebellious decision they acted on when his back was turned, they found themselves walking under the silver glow of the moon, the weight of his warnings trailing in the back of their mind.

The quiet streets were oddly still, every sound amplified—the soft crunch of their shoes against the pavement, the rustle of leaves in the wind. They wrapped their coat tighter around themselves, taking in the beauty of the night, the solitude it brought.

That solitude, however, didn’t last long.

It began as a fleeting sensation—a shiver up their spine, as if unseen eyes were watching. They stopped walking, their breath hitching as they looked over their shoulder. The street was empty.

“Just nerves,” they murmured to themselves, quickening their pace.

But the feeling grew stronger, an oppressive presence that made the hairs on the back of their neck stand. And then they saw him, stepping out from the shadows like an unholy apparition. Tall, elegant, and impossibly pale, his piercing crimson eyes glowed faintly in the dark.

“Out for a midnight stroll?” he asked, his voice smooth and predatory.

Pickle froze, instinct screaming at them to run, but their feet wouldn’t move. “I-I was just heading back,” they stammered, their voice trembling.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you,” the man said, though his tone suggested anything but permission. In a blur of movement, he was suddenly before them, his presence suffocating. “Though I must say, it’s rare to find someone so... enticing wandering alone at this hour.”

The words sent a chill through them, and they took a step back. “I really need to go,” they said, their voice firmer this time.

But he was faster. His hand shot out, cold fingers gripping their wrist. “Don’t be so hasty,” he murmured, leaning in as his eyes darkened with hunger. “I promise, this will only hurt for a moment.”

The last thing Pickle saw before darkness overtook them was his sharp, gleaming fangs descending.

When they woke, their body ached with an unfamiliar intensity. Their senses were sharper—too sharp. The soft rustle of leaves sounded deafening, the scent of damp earth overwhelming. And worst of all, there was an insatiable hunger clawing at their insides, a thirst that burned in their throat.

They staggered to their feet, disoriented, only to come face-to-face with Isaac.

He was livid.

“Pickle,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous as he approached, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made them shrink back. “What. Happened.”

The sight of him was both a relief and a terror. Relief, because he was Isaac, their Isaac, the man who had always kept them safe. Terror, because his expression was darker than they had ever seen.

“I—” Their voice cracked, their throat dry. The memory came rushing back in fragmented pieces: the pale man, the fangs, the pain. They touched their neck instinctively, feeling the faint ridges of healed puncture wounds.

Isaac’s jaw clenched as realization dawned on him. His hands balled into fists, and for a moment, he looked as though he might combust with rage. “I told you,” he hissed, his voice trembling with fury and anguish. “I told you not to go outside.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen!” Pickle cried, tears streaming down their face.

Isaac’s anger faltered at the sight of their tears, replaced by a deep, gut-wrenching sorrow. He closed the distance between them, pulling them into his arms. His grip was firm, almost desperate, as though holding them tighter could undo what had been done.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “You don’t know what you’ve been cursed with.”

Pickle clung to him, their tears soaking into his shirt. “I didn’t want this,” they whispered, their voice raw with guilt. “I didn’t—”

“I know,” Isaac interrupted, his voice softer now. “I know, my love.” He pulled back just enough to cradle their face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away their tears. “But this changes everything. Everything.”

The hunger clawed at them again, sharper this time, and they gasped, their hands clutching at Isaac’s arms.

He saw it—the flicker of crimson in their eyes, the pain etched into their features. He cursed under his breath, his expression shifting to one of grim determination. “You need to feed,” he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his eyes.

“I can’t,” Pickle whispered, shaking their head.

“You can,” Isaac said firmly, his hands tightening on their shoulders. “And you will. I won’t let you suffer.”

They stared at him, horror and desperation warring within them. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Isaac’s gaze softened, and for a moment, the fierceness in him gave way to a profound tenderness. “Then take from me,” he said, his voice low and resolute.

Pickle’s eyes widened. “Isaac, no—”

“Yes,” he said, cutting them off. “I would bleed dry before I let you starve.”

His words hit them like a tidal wave, the depth of his love and devotion leaving them breathless. Trembling, they nodded, their tears mingling with his as they leaned in.

Isaac tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. “Do it,” he urged, his voice steady despite the rapid beat of his heart.

Pickle hesitated, the hunger and guilt warring within them. But when their lips brushed against his skin, the thirst took over, and they bit down.

Isaac hissed at the initial pain but didn’t pull away. His arms wrapped around them, holding them close as they drank, the connection between them deepening in a way neither had ever experienced.

When Pickle finally pulled back, their eyes filled with shame, Isaac cupped their face in his hands. “Look at me,” he commanded softly. “You’re mine, Pickle. Always. Nothing—not even this—will change that.”

His words were a vow, a promise that no matter how dark their world became, he would stand by them. And as the night stretched on, Isaac held them close, whispering words of comfort and love, vowing to protect them from the world—and from themselves.

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[youngstarfishphilosopher]

Hello, love your Haunted Mansion writings. But what would happen if the child did escape the mansion? Will a ghost follow them or will the Hatbox Ghost himself will? What will be the consequences?

I'm assuming you're talking about like, escaping escaping and not just leaving for a while and coming back. So, with that being said, I don't know how you managed to do it, but somehow, you did.

I think he would send a ghost or two to follow you at first: a tactic that usually worked in most cases when dealing with escaped mortals.

But . . . by the third attempt you haven't come back, then he'll have to hitchhike with you himself.

And trust me, neither you nor the ghosts of the manor want that to happen. Cause Alistair's gonna get real violent, real fast.

Since he's a much more powerful spirit, when he finds you, he will more than likely just grab you and take you back home: paying no mind to your kicking, yelling, begging to be let go, or crying.

As for consequences, he would probably lock you up somewhere dark and dingy for a few hours while he tried to calm himself down.

Once he finally does, he'll eventually let you out. You are still a dumb child. After all, who's prone to make rather unwise decisions.

So get ready for a rather long lecture. And you better behave because depending on how you react after that determines just how much of a living nightmare your stay at the manor will be from now on.

He'll give you a chance to do better, so don't take it for granted.

The ghosts of the manor would have it much worse:

The one's who fail to bring you back were punished severely, and from the way all of the ghosts acted , you would be able to tell they were even more frightened of Alistair than before.

I would hope you enjoyed the small time of freedom you had outside the mansion because Alistair would make sure you never stepped a foot outside it agian. . .

[all-things-ghostly]

Yandere Hatbox Headcanons ❤️‍🩹

Okay I guess I lied when I said I’d post fics on an alt. Have some hcs for our beloved Hatbox (this one’s for Alistair, not the ride version, I envision two separate personalities for them :))

Rather than being cruel towards you, he is instead highly protective. Anyone who dares lay a finger on you, physically or emotionally, will at the very least get the fright of their lives, if not meet their end entirely.

This also means that you typically aren’t allowed to leave the mansion, at least not without him sending out his finest and strongest ghosts to supervise and protect you.

He will also protectively hide you under his cape sometimes ❤️

This man spoils you beyond belief. You’re his most prized possession mortal after all, and you deserve only the best! Feeling hungry? He has his staff prepare only the finest meals for you. Got your eye on something? Alistair will shower you with all the gifts you desire. Not to mention all the physical affection he piles on you.

Due to his childhood trauma he has a tough time expressing himself emotionally, including through words. He doesn’t really know how to articulate his feelings to you verbally so instead he shows it through his actions. There’s gift giving, as was previously mentioned, but he also likes to set the fireplace up for you and cuddle you silently. Even if he’s quiet about it, you know he loves you.

You can feel his powerful presence as he follows you around the mansion and watches over you

Getting into the more violent side of things… imagine Alistair slowly walking up to you, staring deeply at you with his yellow eyes half-lidded and full of tainted love, all while covered in the blood of his most recent victim. He licks his fangs seductively and roughly pulls you into his body, growling into your ear.

He likes to nip at you a lot. Not in a way that harms you, but just to be playful. His sharp teeth graze against your ears and neck while he growls softly

In the end, Alistair is just a big, fucked-up pushover for you. He will subject everyone around him but you to his cruelty. You are his little gem and he would rather die all over again than watch anything bad happen to you.

No one, no one, will ever harm you under his watch.

[banj0possum]

Bloody Red Roses

Yandere!Evil King x GN!Reader

CW: kidnapping, weirdo behavior, pretty mellow for now

👑 It was known throughout the land that King Alistair of the Obsidian Kingdom was a terrifying and cruel ruler. His heart held no mercy for those who opposed him.

👑 His dark magic was one to be feared, many know better than to ever go against him and his undead soldiers.

👑 Recently, he’s set his sights on your kingdom. He was planning on overthrowing a few lands and expanding his territory, and with your kingdom’s promising resources and location, he saw it as the perfect prize.

👑 But he isn’t a war mongering psychopath who declares war right then and there, no no he’s much more sophisticated than that, he’s going to kidnap the princess instead!

👑 He needed a bride anyway, so for him it’s a win/win!

👑 “Sir! We got her! We got the princess!” The door opening and the rattling of bones got Alistair’s attention. He sent a few of his skeleton soldiers to capture the princess whilst on a carriage ride through the borders of his territory.

👑 There were many guards protecting the area, but their weapons were no match for enemies who couldn’t die, and with a little bit of sleeping potion, carrying the princess away will be easy as pie.

👑 “Excellent~ and you brought her to my chambers like I told you correct?”

👑 They nod and scamper alongside the king to meet the princess

👑 “Oh princess~ are you awake ye- !!” His eyes widen and he cuts himself off. The person unconscious and tied up in his bed was indeed a royal, but the princess they were not.

👑 “What. Is. This?” He growls, the soldier’s bones rattle in fear

👑 “W-well you sai-“ “Does this look like a princess to you?! How am I going to take over their stupid kingdom if don’t have a bride!?” He scowls angrily.

👑 He hears you tossing and turning in your sleep, you let out a soft little squeak as you reposition yourself to be hugging one of his pillows.

👑 “…”

👑 “Uhm…your highness..?”

👑 “Leave. I’m done with your stupidity..I’ll deal with them myself..”

👑 The soldiers waste no time running off to who knows where as Alistair looks at you with cold eyes.

👑 “Hm…”

👑 He takes a seat by the bed, watching you as he figures out what to do with you.

👑 He’s trying to figure out a strategy, but he keeps getting distracted by your form. You looked so small and delicate, maybe he could…no that’s stupid he could never..could he?

👑 His thoughts plague him a awhile longer until he notices you waking up.

👑 Your muscles are weak, your head feels like it’s spinning, and it takes a bit for you to get back to your senses and realize what happened.

👑 You jolt awake, remember of the attack and almost scream at the sight of Alistair, but he was quick to covers your mouth and try to ease your panic. It took a while, but he managed to get you to stop fussing so he could take off your binds.

👑 “Apologies for this little..incident, I was supposed to take your sister..but now that you know my plan for your little kingdom, I have no choice but to keep you here. Perhaps I don’t need a princess to marry after all, I could just use you as ransom..” he chuckles.

👑 He sees the tea in your cup rippling in your shakes hold and scoffs, bringing his hand to hold your wrist to still your trembling “Oh don’t be so scared now, I don’t bite..”

👑 It was just supposed to be a means to make you stop shaking, but your skin…your big pitiful eyes staring up at him..he didn’t want to let go.

👑 So he kept you, for ransom of course, not for anything else..

👑 With you at his disposal, he started preparing negotiations with your kingdom to see what they’ll do to get you back.

👑 But in the mean time, he had to deal with you somehow..

👑 He settled on just letting you wander around the castle (with supervision of course)

👑 But then he starts to wonder what you do everyday, what did you even like to do? If you were staying with him, he might as well talk with you for the time being.

👑 It started off sort of awkward, he spotted you by the garden feeding some birds with two soldiers watching you. He approached and waved at the soldiers to leave them alone together. You thought you were in trouble but to your surprise, he just asked you how you were doing..

👑 “I uhm..heard you like going out here everyday..I figured I’d join you…Don’t take it the wrong way, I just had some..free time..that’s all..”

👑 The whole interaction was unusual. It wasn’t like him to be so casual and calm with someone, especially a royal of another kingdom.

👑 He enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he talks about his role as the dark king of the Obsidian Kingdom. Your nervous but polite smile masks your mortification of him, but it’s adorable to him nonetheless

👑 “What? A scared of the big bad king? How cute.”

👑 Your little talks slowly became frequent, for the king, it even became something he couldn’t help but do. What can he say? He was so used to your presence it seemed wrong to not talk to you at least once..plus he had to check to see if you weren’t planning an escape so..

👑 “Where have you been my little rose? I haven’t seen you all day.”

👑 His interest in your interactions turned to fondness the more he picked up on your cute little quirks. He takes note of the things you find funny or interesting, he brings them up in order to see that adorable little smile of yours, and that giggle, oh god that giggle…

👑 He denies it so much at first, but slowly starts to accept the fact that he wants- no, needs you with him

👑 Soon he started to want your presence even more, offering to eat meals alongside you instead of eating whenever he’s schedule allowed it, he started eating scheduled meals for you <3 we love self care guys

👑 “Of course I’m eating with you tonight. After all we never got to finish our conversation.”

👑 He loves watching you, even when simply eating or any mundane thing, you will more often than not catch him staring at you. You’re just so cute and soft! Definitely not like the snobby and overly stiff men and women he’s seen.

👑 He couldn’t have you trying to escape so what better plan than to keep you by his side 24/7? Then you’ll never be out of his sight!

👑 “What’s so wrong with letting you tag along my dear? I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself with me.”

👑 And what if you try and sneak out from your chambers? Clearly you need to be moved to his chambers, that way he can make sure you’re behaving.

👑 Oh and of course in case you get lost, he made you a cute collar with the royal insignia on it! Isn’t it pretty? He used your favorite colors and everything!

👑 Of course he needs to fulfill his kingly duties. But how can he leave you alone for that long? No worries, you can sit right on his lap! That way you won’t have to stand for a long time and hurt your feet.

👑 And those clothes? So simple and out of style, perhaps you should wear something more fitting to his kingdom’s styles? Like a cute outfit with lace and ruffles! You look so delicate and graceful in it! He can’t help but buy you lots more outfits like that! Tis only fair for a person of your status.

👑 “How about this one? It compliments your form…what do you mean it looks too cutesy? I think it looks perfect for you.”

👑 he’s the type to not do much physical affection, but dear god does he crave both giving and receiving it. Give him a kiss or a caress of his cheek and he struggles to keep his composure and not melt to your touch

👑 Simply put, he might not seem like it (at least he thinks he does) but he can’t live without you. He couldn’t fathom the fact he was planning on trading you for a kingdom, you’re way more valuable than some puny kingdom!

👑 He even considers his original plan, you wouldn’t mind right? Besides, he bets you look absolutely exquisite in a little wedding dress~! Even if you don’t want a dress, an elegant suit would perfect on you~!

👑 “Where do you think you’re going my rose?”

It’s finally here guys ✨✨✨ I know it’s been a while but I’ve been busy with school and genshin. Anyway we got em in the end! Thank you for being so patient guys !! qwq

[kikyoupdates]

Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠

yandere!ocs x reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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“...pardon me. I think I must be hearing things,” Alistair frowns. “For a moment, it almost sounded like you said you wanted to break off our engagement. But that can’t have possibly been it, so if you wouldn’t mind repeating yourself—” 

“No, you didn’t mishear me.” 

“What?” 

“I’m saying you heard correctly. I don’t want to get married to you. The engagement is over.” 

You watch as Alistair’s jaw drops open yet again, and meanwhile, your mother lets out the single most offended gasp you’ve ever heard in your entire life. With the way she’s reacting right now, you would think that she’s the one being broken up with. 

Anyways, it doesn’t matter. Everyone is free to be as outraged as they want. Your decision is final.

“[N-Name],” your mother splutters weakly. She somehow looks like she’s aged a whole decade, simply by being part of this conversation. “Don’t… don’t be ridiculous. If this is supposed to be some kind of joke, it’s not funny, young lady. Apologize to your fiancé for your rudeness.”

“But he’s not my fiancé anymore,” you say simply. “I just broke up with him.” 

“[Name]!” 

She presses a palm to her forehead and proceeds to fall rather ungraciously onto the nearest chair. She grips the arms of the chair and gasps for breath, as if she’s holding on for dear life. Really, the whole thing is needlessly overdramatic. She’s acting like she just got diagnosed with an incurable disease or something. 

Alistair approaches her hesitantly. “Countess [Last Name], are you quite alright? Should I send for help?” 

“N-No, I’m fine,” she replies, visibly gaunt. “I just… need a moment to collect myself. I’m still convinced my foolish daughter must be playing a trick on the both of us. Truly, I don’t know what came over her. She’s never done anything like this before.”

You wish you could say you feel guilty about scaring your own mother half to death, but does she really need to overreact to this extent? It’s not like Alistair’s the only fish in the sea. You can just marry someone else, for crying out loud. 

“Come on, then,” your mother urges. She looks up at you in desperation. “Take back what you said, [Name]. If you apologize profusely, I’m sure Alistair will forgive you. He’s a patient, charitable man, and you’re extremely fortunate to have him.”

You turn back towards Alistair. It’s true that he’s a good guy. You know as much from playing his route and having seen how kindly he treated the heroine. That’s exactly why this decision is the best one for the both of you. He’ll get to enjoy his fated romance without a villainess fiancée complicating things. He may not realize it right now, but you’re doing him a big favor. 

Still. I guess being broken up with all of a sudden can’t feel good. I should try and soften the blow.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, and your mother audibly exhales. Her reaction is premature, however, because you have no intention of saying what she wants you to.

Instead, you double down. 

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to marry you,” you continue. “And it’s really nothing personal. I thought about it, and I’m not physically attracted to you at all. You seem like a very nice guy, and I respect you on a personal level. But your face just isn’t doing anything for me, and I can’t keep pretending. It just won’t ever work out between us. Sorry about this.” 

Alistair’s jaw drops open for the third time, and your mother lets out a horrified scream before openly wailing into the palms of her hands. 

“What?” you gape. “What did I say that was so wrong?” 

Needless to say, you were lying just then. Alistair is extremely attractive, but you wanted to spare his feelings and not make him feel like you dislike him as a person. It’s not like you could ever tell him the actual reason. He’ll never understand why you’re so desperate to get away from him. But once he meets the heroine and falls for her, it won’t even matter.

Alistair blinks, looking more exhausted by the second. “So… the reason you want to end our engagement… is because you don’t like how I look?” 

“Pretty much,” you nod. “See? Now you’re getting it.” 

Your mother keeps on wailing, and it only seems to be getting louder by the second. Jeez, this family is home to so many drama queens. No wonder the villainess turned out to be such a massive pain. 

“I see.” Alistair presses his lips together. He’s clearly trying to remain civil, but it must be difficult, considering you’ve all but spat in his face. “I didn’t realize you had such specific demands when it came to your future husband. I apologize for not meeting your standards. I don’t suppose there’s anything I can say to change your mind?” 

“It’s an insurmountable issue, I’m afraid. Let’s just agree to cut our losses here and move on.” 

Alistair scrunches up his nose, struggling to hide his irritation. You don’t really blame him for it. Odds are he won’t want to speak to you ever again after this, but that’s exactly what you’re after. The more distance he keeps from you, the better your chances of survival. Having this hottie loathe your guts is a small price to pay for not dying.

“Very well, then. I should return home and tell my parents the news. They won’t be too pleased to hear it, but if you’re not willing to proceed with the engagement, I must respect your wishes. Good day, [Name].” 

Alistair bows, and even though your mother tries begging him to stay in between every choked-out sob, soon enough, he’s gone. 

Just like that, you’ve successfully avoided your very first death flag.

You’ve got to admit, it feels pretty good. 

“[Name]!” your mother screams. She’s apparently recovered enough of her strength to stand up from the chair, and is now glaring daggers at you. In fact, she looks like she might even be out for blood. “What in the world… is the meaning of this? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

You slowly back away from her. “Um. I just ended a relationship that was doomed to fail?” 

“[Name]!” 

“Eek! Don’t hurt me!” 

You rip off your heels and start running down the hallway. Since she doesn’t have the nerve to abandon decorum and sprint after you, she opts to stand by the doorway and yell out her feelings. 

“Just wait until your father finds out about this!” she cries out. “Do you hear me? You’re in big trouble, young lady! You can’t even begin to fathom the storm that’s headed your way!” 

She keeps screaming and screaming, but the further you run, the more her voice fades into the distance. There are countless servants and other household staff that are watching the whole spectacle unfold, no doubt wondering what the hell is going on. It’s only your first day as a villainess, and you’ve already managed to become the center of attention.

Still. You successfully broke off your engagement and saved yourself from certain death. All things considered, you’d say you’re doing pretty well so far.

“[Name]!” 

…you might end up being killed by your mother instead, though.

It doesn’t take long for word of your antics to spread throughout the manor. 

Not that it really surprises you, after all the havoc you wreaked. You figured that breaking off your engagement with Alistair wouldn’t be without its fair share of trouble, but you didn’t expect your mother to react so viscerally. It was like an episode straight out of a reality TV show.

Anyways, you’re still trying to come to terms with this new body and new life of yours, but one thing you’ve quickly realized is that the servants here are super chatty. The second there’s any hot new gossip, they dive right into it. They’re rather careless about their surroundings, considering they work for a mean villainess who could easily punish them for their insolence. It’s a good thing you’re not the real [Name]. She would have probably put them through hell by now.

But you digress. The main topic today is, of course, the fact that you broke off your engagement and nearly gave your mother a heart attack. 

“Can you believe what Lady [Name] did? I heard the countess’ soul just about left her body!” 

“It was so sudden, too. Completely without warning.” 

“Wasn’t she always gushing about how much she liked him up until now? What could have possibly changed?”

“Our lady is a fickle sort, after all. Still, it is surprising. I’ve been hearing talks that she hasn’t quite been herself since this morning. Perhaps it’s true that some strange malady has taken up residence in her body…” 

Well, now that’s a little rude. You would hardly call yourself a malady. Although you most certainly have taken up residence in this body. The villainess that they loved to hate is now a thing of the past, but you’re willing to bet that they’ll appreciate this change.  

For one thing, you’re perfectly happy to overlook their gossip. It’s actually kind of fun to know that so many people are talking about you. This surge in popularity is somewhat exhilarating. 

Well, either way, you aren’t too concerned about it. You’ve already decided to take the steps towards restoring your reputation and prove to everyone that you’re a good person. You refuse to allow yourself to be labeled as the villainess, because you already know how that story goes. 

You’ve been locked in your room reading for the past little while. You were expecting your mother to storm in earlier and yell at you some more, but based on all the gossip you’ve heard from the servants, she has apparently fallen ill from shock and is lying in her bed. Seriously, such a drama queen.

Just as you’re about to turn a page and start a new chapter in the ridiculously cheesy romance novel you’re reading, someone knocks on the door.

“...Lady [Name]? May I enter?” 

“Hm? Oh, sure. Go ahead,” you beckon. 

The door opens, and you are once again faced with the nervous little maid from before. She seems to be just as apprehensive as always, the poor thing. The real [Name] must have been awful to her, if she’s close to bursting into tears every time she lays eyes on you. 

“Hey,” you greet, setting your book aside and smiling pleasantly. “How can I help you?” 

“P-Pardon the interruption, but I thought… you might want to know that your father has just returned to the estate,” she stammers. “I realize this isn’t my place, but given how your mother reacted earlier, I… I just thought I should tell you.” 

Aww. She came all this way to speak to you—something that clearly terrifies her—just to give you a heads-up? Even though the real villainess clearly didn’t treat her well, she’s still acting in your best interests and looking out for you. You’re technically not even the head of the household. Officially, she should answer to your father, first and foremost. But she still went out of her way to let you know, even if she could get in trouble for it. 

You’ve officially made up your mind. This cute little maid deserves the entire world, and you’re going to make sure she knows it. 

“Thank you for telling me,” you smile. 

She meets your gaze, only for a moment, then nods skittishly before looking away again.

“What’s your name again?” you ask. “I’m sorry if you’ve told me before, but I’ve forgotten. I think I should do a better job of remembering from now on. I’m hoping it will help people feel more comfortable around me.” 

“You want… to know my name?” 

She’s visibly taken aback, no doubt because the previous owner of this body never expressed any interest in treating the people that worked for her, like, well… like actual people.

But you’re not the same crappy villainess she’s used to. You’re determined to change your fate in every possible way, and to that end, acting like a decent human being sounds like a pretty good place to start. 

You nod encouragingly. “Yes, your name. I’d like to know, so that I remember what to call you from now on. It would really help me out. I’m going to try to remember everyone else’s names too. It might take a little while, but I’ll certainly do my best.” 

She can’t stop herself from gaping at you, which again, you can’t really blame her for. But despite her visibly wariness, she still musters up the courage to respond. 

“F-Fiona,” she replies. “My name is Fiona. But I-I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, so it's okay if you forget!” 

She’s the very first person whose name you’ve gotten to know since waking up in this world, so it’s safe to say that you won’t be forgetting anytime soon. 

You clasp your hands together and grin. “Perfect! Thank you for sharing that with me, Fiona. I hope this will help us feel closer from now on. And don’t hesitate to tell me if you’re ever uncomfortable. I’ve resolved to make a change recently, and part of that involves ensuring that the people who work for me feel at ease.” 

Fiona keeps on gaping at you. She must be struggling to wrap her head around all this. You can practically see the gears turning inside her head.

Well, you feel much better now. It’ll obviously take a while for Fiona to start trusting you, and that goes for the rest of the household staff as well, but you’re willing to put in the effort and make a change. 

“Anyways, Fiona,” you carry on, lifting up the book you were just reading, “have you read this, by any chance? If so, I was wondering what your thoughts on it were. To me, it just seems way too clichéd—” 

“[Name]!” 

Ah. That must be your father. Well, then. This is as good a time as any, you suppose. 

You set the book down and smile. “I guess that discussion will have to wait until later. Sorry for troubling you right off the bat, but do you think you could help me make a rope out of all those blankets so I can climb out of the window and run away?” 

Fiona blinks several times in quick succession, but unfortunately, she isn’t able to react in time. 

Your father bursts into the room moments later. 

Is there any chance he’s going to be chill about this?  

“[Name]!” he cries out again. “What’s this nonsense I hear about you breaking off your engagement while I was out?!” 

Hm. Honestly, it’s still too early to tell. He might not even be that mad. 

“I’m extremely mad right now!” 

Fuck. 

Your father’s arrival immediately signals for Fiona to leave. Even though she was nice enough to warn you ahead of time, there’s nothing she can do to help you at this point. Hopefully she’ll keep you in her prayers, at least. 

Fiona closes the door behind her, and you slowly stand up from the bed, taking the time to gauge your father’s expression. His nostrils are flaring as he yells at you—definitely not a good sign. You also don’t know exactly what kind of relationship the villainess had with her parents. You know that she was spoiled, but it’s clear that this engagement between you and Alistair is something they consider very important. Batting your eyelashes probably won’t get you off the hook.

But you may as well try it, just to be sure. 

“I’m sorry, father,” you say, mustering up your most convincing puppy eyes. “I just… I just didn’t want to be with him. I realized it and had to put an end to that engagement. The thought of having to marry him was too much to bear.” 

Your father narrows his eyes. “Really? Alistair Calderwood? The very same man that you were absolutely thrilled about when I first announced that our families were discussing a potential engagement?”

…huh. Right. Now that you think about it, the villainess did like Alistair quite a good deal, which is why she completely lost her shit when he fell for the heroine instead. 

Your case isn’t looking too strong. 

“Th-That was then, this is now,” you stubbornly deny. “I’ve learned a lot about myself in this time, and I now understand that we’re simply incompatible. I want to marry someone that I’m truly passionate about. I just can’t force myself to go along with this anymore.” 

“But you were speaking highly of him just the other day,” your father insists, clearly exasperated. “Last night, when I told you that he would be visiting today, I recall that you said, ‘Oh, how fun! I’ll be sure to pick out one of my finest dresses tonight!’’’

Balls. He’s really not making this easy for you, huh? 

“I was really struggling,” you nod somberly. “I kept pretending that I was happy to be with him, even though I had already decided long ago that my heart was closed off. I’m afraid he’s fallen out of favor with me, father. There’s nothing he can do to win me back anymore.” 

Your father proceeds to just stare at you for a while. You’re not sure whether he’s buying it or not. Hopefully your parents are as gullible as you’d like them to be.

“...I’ve had enough of this farce.” 

Okay, so maybe not that gullible. Duly noted. 

“We’ve always let you do as you pleased,” he grits out, clenching his fists in frustration. “I don’t concern myself with what you get up to in your personal time, so long as you do the bare minimum of what’s expected of you. And we had already agreed that you would marry someone we deemed acceptable. Alistair Calderwood is the most promising candidate you’ve ever had. And you want to squander this opportunity purely on a whim?” 

“It’s not like I’ll go unwed,” you protest. “I’ll happily marry someone else. I’m sure I can find another man that’s equally as respectable and impressive. I just don’t want it to be Alistair—” 

“Silence. Do not speak unless I tell you to speak.” 

He glares at you with an intensity you didn’t even know was possible. You involuntarily gulp and take several steps back. You’ve been so caught up in the excitement of a new life that you’d briefly forgotten what kind of setting this is. Here, young women such as yourself are basically treated like property by their own families. You live in luxury, but only under the condition that you marry into a reputable family and further elevate your parents’ status. 

Part of you had been hoping that the villainess could get away with this sort of behavior, but it seems as though she too is just a pawn in a much bigger game. 

“You’ve made a royal mess of things,” your father scowls. “And now it falls on me to fix it. I’m not sure if the Calderwood family will forgive this transgression, but you had better hope they will. Otherwise, you’re going to regret it.” 

He doesn’t elaborate on how you’ll be regretting it, and before you can ask what exactly he has in mind, he storms out of the room. 

You purse your lips. “Okay, so that probably could have gone better.”

While you were being yelled at and lowkey threatened by your father, Alistair was facing his fair share of discomfort as well.

“She did what?” 

“She called off the engagement,” Alistair repeats. His parents are every bit as incredulous as he was expecting. Well, he couldn’t quite believe the news when he heard it either. It was completely out of nowhere.

Alistair’s father, Duke Calderwood, lets out a sigh and massages his temples. “Are you quite certain that’s what she meant? Remember, I told you before. [Name] can be rather frivolous at times. It wouldn’t surprise me if this was yet another one of her mood swings.” 

“Considering she repeated it over and over again, I’d say there’s no doubt she was serious about it,” Alistair grimaces. “She… insulted my appearance. She said she wasn’t attracted to me and couldn’t imagine us being together.” 

“Why, that’s nonsense!” his mother gasps. “You’re such a handsome young man!” 

“All due respect, mother, that’s not the issue here. I had no idea how to handle such a sudden rejection, and I must admit that I’m at a complete loss.” 

Duke Calderwood shakes his head. “Like I said, she’s frivolous. But it doesn’t change the fact that she utterly disrespected you. I can’t believe her family would allow such behavior. It calls their legitimacy into question.” 

“Does it even matter anymore? She clearly has no intention of being with me. Her mother desperately tried to convince her otherwise, but she refused to even consider it. I don’t expect that she’ll have yet another change of heart. Besides, I would be humiliated to have to take her back after how she spoke to me.” 

“Right. It’s a frustrating turn of events, but we can’t forgive such an oversight. Perhaps, with the right token of apology…” 

“Father,” Alistair glares. “I don’t want to be with her anymore either. She treated me like dirt.” 

“Yes, yes. But, well, the arrangement we had made with [Name]’s family was quite favorable to us. It’s just a shame things had to end this way,” the duke sighs.

Alistair turns away from him. “If it’s all the same, I’d like to be alone for a little while. Regardless of how [Name]’s family chooses to handle this, I have no intention of taking her back. I hope you can understand.” 

He walks off before waiting to hear how his parents respond. It doesn’t concern him anymore. Frankly speaking, he didn’t want to get married to you in the first place. He’s heard the rumors. He knows that you have a rather infamous reputation, and that you act selfishly with no regard to those around you. He never wanted someone like that as his bride-to-be, but he went along with it to be a good son and make his family proud. In a way, this whole thing is a blessing in disguise. He’s no longer bound to you. 

Which is why it’s so strange. His chest should feel ten times lighter now that he doesn’t have to deal with you anymore. Whoever his next fiancée is will surely be a much better option. 

Perhaps it’s the sting of rejection. The bitterness that comes with being scorned so readily. The way you looked at him back there… it was like you couldn’t wait to be done with him. He’s never experienced such utter disinterest before. 

“What a waste of time,” Alistair mutters under his breath. No, it’s better this way. Some temporary frustration is nothing compared to how much he would have suffered if he was stuck having to marry you. 

He didn’t care about you to begin with, so there’s no reason he should care about you now. 

Lost in thought, Alistair bumps into someone as he turns the corner. 

“...ah. My bad, my bad. I should have been more careful.” 

Alistair scowls, already irritable because of the way his day started off. The person he’s just run into certainly doesn’t help. It’s a familiar face, but not one he’s particularly fond of.

“Hello, Rowan,” Alistair greets half-heartedly, adjusting the collar of his jacket in place. “I didn’t realize you were visiting today.” 

Rowan offers a languid smile. “Yes, well, my father had business in the area, so I thought I’d stop by.” 

“Is uncle doing well?” 

“As well as he can be. No different than usual, I suppose.”

“I see. That’s good to hear.” Alistair awkwardly clears his throat. “Anyways. I’m not feeling too well at the moment, so you’ll have to excuse me for not sticking around. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

He pushes past Rowan as quickly as he can, making no effort to hide his discomfort. Rowan knows it all too well. He’s used to his interactions with his cousin being brief, superficial, and painfully tense. Not that he minds. And besides, there’s something of far greater concern right now.

“Did I hear that right?” Rowan blinks. “Alistair’s fiancée… broke up with him?”

He happened to overhear while he was walking down the hallway, and he could hardly believe his own ears. To think that the engagement Alistair’s parents were so looking forward to would be completely destroyed, in the blink of an eye. It’s just so… so…

Hilarious.

“Pfft—!” 

Rowan covers his mouth with the palm of his hand, struggling to keep from laughing aloud. It’s just too good to be true. It’s the best news he’s gotten in a long time. 

“Ah, incredible,” Rowan chuckles. He wipes a hand across his eyes, which have already begun to tear up from amusement. “That woman, [Name]. She sounds like a fucking riot. Perhaps I ought to meet her for myself.” 

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Obedience Is Hard to Come By

Pairing: Yandere Butler x Female!Reader 

Word count: 577

Content Warning(s): Possessive behavior, age gap, brat taming, spanking

A/N: This is a short drabble I had rattling around in my head because I absolutely love the idea of butlers disciplining a bratty princess 😍 Next, I'll prolly upload some misc. yandere HC's!

Your duties as a princess were not too abstruse, nor were they necessarily hard to fulfill. That didn’t make them easy, however. Oh no, they were far from simple, you soon came to realize. Or rather, your loyal and extremely uptight butler did his very best to remind you just how demanding being a good little princess was each night you returned to your chambers. 

“Your posture during dinner was utterly abhorrent, my lady.” The sneer was evident in Alistair’s tone, even if you couldn��t see his middle-aged face, graced with sharp features, a strong, clean jawline, and wrinkles decorating the undersides of his steely green eyes. 

For a man who currently had you laid out over his knee, nightgown bunched around your midsection, and wrists tied at the small of your back, he definitely didn’t act like it. That was the kind of man Alistair was, after all — someone who could maintain his composure in most cases. Well, unless that case involved you openly grinding against him like you did after breakfast earlier in the day.

You had a feeling that your posture wasn’t the only thing compelling him to punish you now...

“And in the presence of a potential suitor... Tsk, you know better, I’ve taught you better than that.” 

Ah. 

Now that you took the time to recall the dinner with the supposed suitor, you should have guessed that it would’ve upset Alistair. After all, your butler wasn’t exactly the sharing type, nor did he ever intend to give you up to anyone. As far as every suitor was concerned, he would find some excuse, some reason to urge your father, the king, to reconsider.

He trusted Alistair’s judgment, as did you, but you did have to admit that it was only a little astounding that all of your suitors so far have had dirt dug up on them, effectively ruining their potential to be your husband. 

You wouldn’t go as far as to say that Alistair was planting evidence, of course — but that didn’t stop you from wondering if your butler was actually a lot more influential than he initially let on... 

“Are you spacing out on me, princess?” The velvety baritone of his voice brought you back to reality as you turned your head to glance at him over your shoulder with a wry smile gracing your features. 

“Not at all, Alistair~ I’m taking this punishment very seriously, can’t you tell?” The brattiness in you was beginning to rise to the placid surface once more, creating ripples and prompting Alistair’s patience to wear thin. 

His reply to your smarmy remark came in the form of his gloved hand swatting at your exposed rear, hard, the impact creating a loud and resounding “smack”. You squealed indignantly, startled but not surprised that he’d spanked you.

Alistair did it often, after all, since your brattiness knew no bounds more often than not. Still, part of you couldn’t deny that you did enjoy the punishment just a tiny bit. 

“I know what you’re thinking, princess—and no, I do not intend to leave this room until you have learned your lesson,” Alistair’s hand was still resting on your ass, which was already beginning to thrum with pain, even after one hit. “Count them.” 

Even though you were certain you would be ending up in the same position again sometime in the near future, it was nice to pretend to be good and obedient… For the time being.

[dezalii]

“Welcome Home, Doll”

Pairing: Eyeless Jack x reader/Ticci Toby x oc if you squint

TW: noncon, p in v, obsession, mentions of death, hinted abuse(?), unprotected sex, cream pie, slight yandere(?), reader is referred to as “doll”, ooc jack(?)

MINORS DNI

Not proof read

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All you could hear were the sound of your friends black combat boots colliding with the worn concrete of an abandoned street, the crunching of orange and yellow leaves under Alistairs feet was a much needed comfort and did well to fill the ominous silence that suffocated the withered town.

We grew up here but left just a couple years ago, it was a whim but ended up being the best idea we had. It was terrifying but anything to escape the constant influx of murders, right? No, that wasn’t why we left… the real reasons were so much worse. A towering demon, soulless black voids where his eyes should be and grey skin. The toothy grin he sported being permanently ingrained in your mind.

“Calm yourself Y/N” Alistairs voice snapped you out of your thoughts, e/c eyes looking up to meet the ice blue gaze of your companion. It made others feel cold as it was usually accompanied by a steeled expression but to you it was comforting and warm, the only solace you had in a world so dangerous “They’ve moved on” her posture was pin straight and an air of confidence surrounded her but you could sense the uncertainty, the way her hands fidgeted in her pockets and the way her eyes darted around as if she expected an unwelcomed familiar face to pop out from behind the worn, rotted or cracked walls of nearby houses.

You remained silent, meekly licking your dried lips “I can’t help it. This place brings back so many… memories” you whispered, arms coming up to give yourself a reassuring hug. It seemed easy at the time, your hometown appeared in a documentary about abandoned towns filled with mystery and you wanted to investigate, to see if it’s jailers had truly abandoned it but now that you were here in the flesh? You wanted to leave

That feeling grew stronger and stronger the more they walked, growing further and further from the sleek black truck Alistair had drove them in. Paint peeled off the various buildings, some had doors that had been brutally smashed through and shattered glass undoubtedly belonging to the shattered windows littered the once lush lawns, now dreary and grey.

Neither spoke a word but they knew where they were going, where else but the place they called home for nearly 18 years.

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Hot tears streamed down your reddened cheeks, your senses overwhelmed by the heavy sounds of skin slapping against skin which echoed throughout the familiar room, accompanied only by the grunts of your assailant and your own sobs.

It was too much to take in, the way his chest pressed against your back, his hands gripping yours, his hips colliding with the plump fat of your ass with each unrelenting thrust. “So glad you came back, doll” his voice made you feel weak, made you want to submit. It was humiliating, the way you allowed him to take you, the way hearing his voice practically made you melt… the way you fell right into his trap.

It should’ve been obvious something was off, Beck said she found the documentary online but it was obscure, possessing just a couple of views and had only been uploaded a week prior but you were too curious to see the signs, to see the way Becks eyes flickered between you and Alistair as if she was nervous about something

“Tell me how much you missed me” the man above you whispered, licking the shell of your ear “I want to hear you beg for me” his voice was dark as his hips stuttered to a stop, leaving you whining at the loss. You were quiet at first, breath labored as you desperately fought to retain your dignity but you couldn’t deny you had truly missed this.

You hadn’t been with another man since you left, your heart still belonging to the monster who had enough blood on his hands to fill a pool. ‘Just this once’ you thought to yourself, your pussy twitching as it tried to suck in his cock, begging it to reclaim what had once belonged to him ‘We can find another way to escape’ you tried to convince yourself, doing a poor job as the voice of reason rattled throughout your mind, telling you that if you succumbed there would be no coming back

Your throat tightened upon hearing the creaking of another bed frame upstairs, guilt ultimately being the deciding factor. Anything to push the thoughts of what was happening to Alistair aside, right?

“Please” your voice was quiet and muffled, face pressed against the same dirty bed sheets that covered your bed years ago “Please Jack, I need you” that was all your ex fiancé needed before flipping you onto your back where he could look you in the eyes, forcing your gaze to meet the black void where his eyes should be as well as his face, which had an unknown black liquid trapped across his cheeks, coming from his eye sockets.

A sadistic joy spread throughout his chest at the way your face twisted in pleasure as he began thrusting with a renewed vigor, grinning widely at the mewls and moans that escaped your plump lips.

He didn’t need to tell you to keep your eyes open, your body and mind subconsciously remembering the way Jack loved to take you. He needed to see every emotion, every flicker on your perfect face. He had lots of pent up anger and was glad to use your body as an outlet, wanting to ingrain his cock into your very being so you’d never leave him again. He’d take other measures of course but for now he was satisfied.

“Oh~ Jack!” Your voice grew progressively louder, nails digging into his wrists as your abdomen began to tighten “I- cumming-“ you whined, arching your back so it pressed against his stomach, sweat making the skin stick together in an uncomfortable manner. “That’s it doll, cum for Jack” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more aggressive and sporadic as he desperately chased his own end.

With one well placed thrust the coil snapped, sending a rush of ecstasy throughout your body which only grew when Jack released a deep groan and warm surged into her womb. Jack’s hips stuttered, fucking his organs into your exhausted body, reveling in the way your body submitted to him.

You fought to keep your eyes open but an uncomfortable prick in your neck as well as the victorious look on Jack’s face told you that it was too late “You won’t be alone” he whispered, his chest heaving up and down as he fought to catch his breath. He eyed your swollen pussy as his still hard cock pulled out, feeling a sense of triumph when his cum leaked from your hole, pooling onto the aged bed sheets.

Two fingers scooped the cum, squeezing it into your warm folds as he leaned down to make eye contact with you “Toby is… convincing Alistair to return” his grin growing wider at the way your eyes closed, tears skipping passed your eyelids, your chest tightening when your ears picked up on the same creaking from before that you so desperately tried to block out.

“Welcome back, Doll”

[elsliterarylibrary]

Scotland x reader x England Idk maybe the reader was expecting to come over for tea only to for the brothers to fight over the reader?

Okay. I feel ya. I might break this down into multiple parts with different endings. I dunno. Let's see if ya like this one shot first.

I'm sorry for the LONG wait. I was just recently put back on an anti-psychotic because I was showing signs of ✨paranoid schizophrenia✨and I'm also struggling to find a job so I can start college. I was barely conscious of my existence for a while there. I'm stressed, depressed, and losing my damn mind.

So let's try to numb the pain with yandere country personifications! Lmfao

(Y/N)'s POV

I drove over to Arthur's house. Arthur invited me over for a cuppa and considering Alfred decided to drop by my house with Matthias and Gilbert, I much rather be at Arthur's. Those three are so annoying.

When I got there, Alistair was there too. He was wearing a loose, white dress shirt that had the top two buttons unfastened and dark blue dress pants. His fiery red hair was messy as usual and he had a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, smoke slightly obscuring his face. He seemed a little agitated, but he always seemed that way so I brushed it off. (That man needs to take some anger management classes, I swear.)

"Hey, where's Arthur?" I asked, looking around Arthur's big ass house.

"In the sitting room." Alistair huffed, glaring in the direction of the room containing his little brother.

"Alright, thank you." With that, I make my way towards the sitting room, throwing a smile towards the older Kirkland man. Once I walked in the sitting room, I spotted a head of blond hair. He was sat on an arm chair, muttering angrily as he fussed with a tea kettle. I smirked and snuck up behind Arthur. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. Arthur yelped in shock and whirled around with his fists raised.

"Alistair, I swear-" He began, before realizing that it was only me. He put his fists down, smoothed out his vest, and the smiled at me. His emerald green eyes shone and he moved to envelop me in a hug.

"(Y/n)! I'm so glad you made it!" He pulled away from the hug, his hands remaining on my waist as he looked deeply into my eyes. This felt way too intimate for friends. This is uncomfortable. Can he let me go now?

"Um..." I began. "I'm kinda thirsty. Is the tea ready?"

That seemed to snap him out of whatever reverie he was in the middle of. He let me go and led me over to the couch.

"Ah, yes. Tea is ready. I hope chamomile is good enough."

I giggled. "Yeah, chamomile is good. Did you make any snacks?"

He smiled at me, but soon his expression went sour as he looked at something by the doorway.

"If he did, our house would have burned down." A gruff voice sounded from behind me.

I looked over to see Alistair standing against the doorway, his arms crossed and a lit cigarette between his fingers. Arthur huffed.

"My cooking is not that bad." Arthur argued, face turning red from embarrassment and anger.

"I'd beg to differ. You'd kill the poor lass with your cooking." Alistair retorted.

"Okay, please calm down. I came over here to escape Alfred and his friends' annoying antics, not to hear you two bicker." I take a deep breath. "Let's just enjoy some tea."

Arthur sent one last glare at Alistair before fixing me a cup of tea, handing it over to me with a quiet "here, love". I grab the tea cup, taking a sip while I leaned back and crossed my legs. I hummed in satisfaction as the flavor of the tea spread across my tongue. I brought the cup away from my lips, watching as Alistair made his way to the couch opposite Arthur and me. His forest green eyes were trained on me, eyeing me up and down. His staring made me feel subconscious of my choice of clothing. I was wearing a mint green sweater and a pair of skinny jeans. It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.

"So, Arthur. What books have you read recently?" I asked, turning to Arthur. Maybe starting a conversation will get Alistair to stop staring at me. Or to help ignore his eyes burning into my body.

"Oh, I just finished reading All the Light We Cannot See. It was pretty good. I suggest you give it a try."

"Ooh, what's it about? Maybe I'll add it to my To Be Read list."

"Well, its about-" He was cut off by a groan from the oldest Kirkland brother. Our gazes fell towards Alistair.

"God, why are you both so boring? Can't you talk about something more exciting than books?"

"Well, I-" I began. "I'm sorry that you find the things I like boring."

The Scottish man's eyes flicked to me as they widened, as if he didn't mean to offend me.

"Now, look what you've done! You hurt her feelings!" Arthur growled. "Just because you aren't intelligent enough to enjoy a book doesn't mean you can just insult those of us who do enjoy them."

Alistair huffed. "At least I have more manly hobbies. What type of man does embroidery?"

"Excuse me?" Arthur yelled. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Hey, wait a minute-" I whispered, panicking because I realized that a fight was almost inevitable at this point. I was cut off by Alistair.

"It means that you're not a man. At least not one worthy of having (Y/n)."

"Wait, what-"

"How dare you! I am perfectly worthy of her! As if she would ever want to be with a brute like you!" Arthur shouted, standing up. His cup of tea fell to the ground, spilling it onto his khaki dress pants.

"Hey, guys. Please-"

"Oh, please. All women want to be with men like me." Alistair scoffed, slowly raising himself up from the couch. "She probably gets wet every time she sees me."

"That's not-" I stood up, trying my best to protest against these claims.

"Are you serious? Quit sexualizing her! I highly doubt that she is that much of a tasteless degenerate."

"Quit sexualizing her? I hear you nearly every night rubbing one out while moaning her name. You sexualize her so much more than I do."

Excuse me? What? That escalated quickly.

"I- But I- Well-" Arthur stammered, cheeks blazing red from embarrassment. "Well I never!"

"Please just stop!" I yelled. "I came over here to relax, not listen to you argue! Clearly, that isn't going to happen, so I'm just going to go home!"

I began to make my way towards the doorway, Arthur and Alistair protesting all the way. I was just beyond the doorway of the sitting room when I felt a strong grip on my hand yank me back into the sitting room.

"(Y/n), wait! Please don't go!" Arthur pleaded, his eyes wide and frantic.

"Man, I just wanted to have some tea and relax, not listen to you two talk about what you think is going on with my vagina at any given time or how you masturbate to the thought of me."

"I know! I know and I'm sorry." Arthur's grip on my wrist tightens as tears began to form in his eyes. "Please don't go! We'll behave! I promise!"

"I don't know-" I began, looking into Arthur's eyes. "I don't know how to feel about everything I just learned about how you two view me."

The grip on my wrist tightens and Arthur tenses up.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered. "Please don't hate me."

"I-" I take a deep breath and pry my hand away from him. "I'm sorry. I gotta go."

With that I ran away, not looking back. Hopefully, these two will get themselves together and quit acting like horny teenaged boys.

So this was less Yandere than I wanted. But I feel bad for nearly 2 years of nothing, so I'm going to post this. Maybe in the future I will redo this one.

[alistairs-fables]

Welcome to my blog~

My name is Alistair. (Any pronouns are fine but prefers he/him.)

My muse here may fluctuate as this blog is driven by passion and interest. This is a blog dedicated to writing my various OCs with readers that are interested in them, whether it's romantically, platonically or otherwise. Here's the long list of OCs to choose from.

What I WILL Write: Genres: - Fluff - Angst / Drama - Smut / Erotica - Hurt / Comfort

Character Specific Topics: - Character x Reader - Character & Reader (it's like an "x reader" but without romance or sex) - Male, female, trans, gender-neutral, etc reader (just specify when requesting or I will default to gender-neutral) - Monster AUs (vampires, sirens, werewolves, golems, etc) - Yandere (will have a CW for those that wish to avoid that content)

Writing Topics: - LGBTQIA+ - Polyamory - Pregnancy - Weddings/Proposals - SFW and NSFW - Heavy/Deep topics including but not limited to dark thoughts, s*lf-h*rm, s**cide/s**cidal thoughts, trauma, recovery, grief/loss, death, etc. (All will have a CW for those that wish to avoid that content)

What I WON'T Write (SFW): Honestly the top three should go without saying. - P*dophilia - B*stiality - Inc*st - Cheating - Miscarriages

DNI If: Racist, transphobic, homophobic, a minor, MAP/NOMAP, fetishizer

Things to Keep In Mind: - I am allowed to deny any request. I am not obliged to answer or write if it's something that just doesn't sit right with me, even if the request follows all the rules.

Now that all of that's out of the way, if any of this strikes your fancy you're free to take a seat and stick around for as long as you'd like! It's a pleasure to have you here.

-Yours truly, Alistair. (NSFW/NSFT under the cut!)

What I WILL Write (Smut Bonus!): - Edgeplay, however there will be no serious, permanent or heavy inflictions. (Burns, deep cuts/stab wounds, etc) - Dom/Sub scenarios and dynamics - Most kinks that might involve monsters or something of the sort. (Oviposition, knotting, tentacles, A/B/O, etc. You name it, I might be able to do it.) - Most kinks in general

What I WON'T Write (NSFW): - Everything in the SFW listing. - Bathroom kinks/kinks that involve bodily fluid outside of cum (piss, scat, vomit, spitting, heavy blood, etc) - Fat fetish (fat appreciation is okay) - Minor characters/readers. Obviously. Anything that needs to be changed or added will be done post-haste.

[everafterhighxreader]

Yandere! Alistair Wonderland x Reader

Alistair watched as some guy, who cares what his name was, continued to ‘flirt you up.' Just cause this guy was some 'hot shot,' didn't mean he had the right to flirt with HIS girl. You must have noticed someone staring at you, because you turned around and smiled at Alistair. He quickly smiled back and waved.

"Oh, Y/n, some guys are throwing a party, you should come." Daring said, looking at himself, you reflecting in the background. You shyly blush, having never been invited to a party.

"Of course!" You squeaked, excited.

"Great, see you there." He smiled his blinding smile, before walking away.

You turned around to Alistair, but seeing his frown, you were confused. You walked over to him, hoping the good news would make him happy.

"Alistair! Guess who just got invited to the biggest party of the year!"

"... Who?" He couldn't help the smile that formed on his face when looking at how happy and excited you were.

"US!"

"Us?" He was confused. He though Daring had asked YOU to the party. "What do you mean?"

"Well, there's no one I'd rather go with, than you." You smiled shyly at him, blushing. He blushed in response. All those dark thoughts leaving his mind as those sweet words with your even sweeter voice wrapping around in his head.

You heard the bells ring and you kissed Alistair on the cheek and waved goodbye. Alistair watched you go with love struck eyes, as you walk back to the building. Alistair decided that maybe he didn't have to do something he'd regret

[peppymintdreams]

love gets turned into a vampire by someone whos not xanthus

Bound by Blood

Xanthus Claiborne x Love

The night was unusually quiet, the moon casting an eerie silver glow over the cobblestone streets. Love stumbled into Xanthus' estate, their movements sluggish, their breaths uneven. They clutched at their side, where blood soaked through their clothes, staining their trembling hands.

Xanthus appeared in an instant, his golden eyes blazing with alarm as he took in the sight of them. He crossed the room in a blur, his hands gently but urgently cupping their face.

“What happened?” he demanded, his voice sharp but laced with concern. “Who did this to you?”

Love tried to speak, but their words came out garbled, their lips trembling as a sharp pain coursed through their body.

“Love,” Xanthus said, his voice dropping into a softer, almost pleading tone. “Tell me.”

They managed to whisper one word: “Alistair.”

Xanthus’ expression darkened immediately, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “What did that wretch do to you?”

Tears welled in Love’s eyes as they whispered, “He turned me.”

The weight of those words hit Xanthus like a physical blow. His golden gaze flickered with disbelief, then fury, as the pieces fell into place—the erratic heartbeat he could hear, the faint metallic scent of newly changed blood, the faint flicker of immortality that clung to their essence now.

“He turned you?” Xanthus repeated, his voice cold and sharp enough to cut.

Love nodded weakly, their knees buckling. Xanthus caught them effortlessly, his arms sliding around their trembling form. He carried them to the settee, his mind racing.

The transformation had barely begun; he could see it in their pallor, hear it in the unsteady rhythm of their heart, which would soon cease entirely.

“Why?” he asked, his tone quiet but seething with rage.

Love shook their head, pain etched across their face. “He said... he wanted to steal me from you. Said I’d be better off as his.”

Xanthus’ lips curled into a snarl, the vampire within him surging forward in pure, unbridled fury. “That insolent child. I should have ended him centuries ago.”

Love’s hand gripped his sleeve weakly. “I didn’t want this, Xanthus. I didn’t want this.”

The crack in their voice snapped something inside him. He took their hand in both of his, his golden eyes softening despite the storm raging beneath his calm exterior. “I know, my love. You didn’t choose this. But now it’s my responsibility to see you through it.”

They shuddered, their body wracked with the pain of the change. Xanthus sat beside them, his cool touch a stark contrast to the burning heat that spread through their veins.

“Will it hurt forever?” they asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

Xanthus shook his head, his thumb brushing against the back of their hand. “No. The pain will pass. You’ll feel... different, yes. But you’ll remain you. I’ll make sure of it.”

Love’s breathing hitched, their tears flowing freely now. “I don’t want to be like him. I don’t want to hurt people.”

“You won’t,” Xanthus said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of an unbreakable promise. “I’ll teach you. Guide you. You’ll never have to be like him.”

For hours, Xanthus stayed by their side, his presence unwavering as they endured the agonizing transformation. His rage at Alistair simmered beneath the surface, a silent vow to deal with the vampire who dared to take away Love’s mortality.

As the first light of dawn threatened the horizon, Love’s breathing slowed, and the erratic beat of their heart ceased.

Their eyes opened, now gleaming with a faint, otherworldly sheen. The transformation was complete.

“How do you feel?” Xanthus asked, his voice gentle, his hand brushing their hair back.

Love sat up slowly, testing their senses—the heightened sharpness of sound, the sudden vibrancy of the world around them. “Strange,” they admitted. “Everything feels... overwhelming.”

Xanthus smiled faintly. “That’s normal. It will take time to adjust.”

Their gaze met his, fear flickering in their now-bright eyes. “Am I still me?”

He leaned closer, pressing his forehead to theirs. “You are. You always will be.”

But as Xanthus held them close, a darker thought settled in his mind: while he could help Love adapt, he could never forgive the one who forced this upon them.

Alistair would pay for what he had done. And Xanthus would ensure that the debt was collected, with interest.

[kneamet]

Ewan McGregor’s characters in yandere (3 part)

and I finally deigned to release the third part, which i promised you fur more than two months! i hope you liked it very much and partly dedicated (because it was written because of this person) to @compulsivewriter111​. thank you!

Brendan Lynch — possessive, aggressive, obsessive and controlling yandere.

In his work — if there was such a name — there was an unspoken rule: either you stop thinking with a penis, or you get the fuck out of the team; a person of the first type deserved to die, because he can easily betray a friend and substitute the team. Brendan couldn't stand traitors; his eyes glowed like steel, his hands clenched tightly, ready to stab, and his body tensed. He killed traitors, abandoned them and destroyed them; who knew that after serving a long term, he would still take pity on you. In prison, Brendan had all the time in the world, and he was thinking during chess games about you, your betrayal and betrayal; he was thinking about how he would get even with you, burn his own name on his body.

The first meeting was sudden and very meager, just glances were enough; the second, when Sam already informed him about your participation in the robbery, Brendan could not stand it, he accumulated hatred for a long time, but everything turned out more or less peacefully, apart from a couple of bruises on wrists, neck and stomach. Brendan, teeth clenched, will take you with him and will not let you go a step, will always be near, like a demon, a ghost, a devil. He threatens you when he sees disobedience, and beats you for running away. Control is his middle name.

Don't make Brendan angry — every dog in Australia knows about it. And it doesn't matter if you are his friend or his beloved, he will not stand it and take out his anger on you, make you beg for forgiveness on his knees. The scenes of betrayal remain fresh; Lynch literally makes you walk around the house on tiptoe, and when he takes a shower, he demands that you sit next to him so that he can see you. He hates screams, he hates pathetic people with their «don't hurt me»; he shuts your mouth and no matter how much you try to escape, Brendan won't let you go. For too long his fate has been controlled by you, his time has come.

“Do what you're fucking told.”

***

Elmont — protective, possessive, controlling and obsessive yandere.

Elmont knew about the rules from childhood, adjusted to others and always respected future responsibilities, had an idea of honor and was ready for anything. What he was not ready for was friend Isabelle — it was their youth and Elmont looking after them noblely when they, in an attempt to escape from the palace, stole things and food from the maids. When he was once again assigned to guard a newly arrived princess from another kingdom, he was not happy; when he found out that this princess was you, his heartbeat seemed to be audible even through his armor.

This time your stay has become a long one. He seems to already know you by heart — he has long since learned your habits, the way you walk and hold a sword, since he taught it himself, — the charming voice and even the seductive smell of your hair; Elmont could recognize your top slightly, even surrounded by men alone; and beside you — Isabelle, just like you, wearing long hoods. With your escapes, you only complicate his life, but sometimes it seems as if he is fascinated by it, as if he likes to chase you.

You will never be able to hear a confession from his mouth, but full control is provided for you; even Isabelle Elmont treats more favorably than he treats you, constantly saying that this is just your safety. He often reminds you of your dead mother, and when he holds you in a warm embrace, he caresses your head and says that he will protect you; that he is always there, and you have him. And he has you.

"Princess, you don't know about obligations and laws any better than I do, but does that stop me from loving you?”

***

Alistair Martland — jealous, obsessive, soft and dependent yandere.

An old love, a university love, his very real love. No matter how much time passed, no matter what adventures she got involved in (and he with her), no matter how many refusals he heard, Alistair knew: he was doomed to be with you, to be under your seductive power. The written poems from the university, which he is still afraid to read to you, were still kept in his house, but he never had the courage. The boss of M-5, a promising employee, locked in a kennel of his own emotions, too sensitive and knowing you from cover to cover. You've been saving him, helping him, dragging him along all these long years.

Alistair endures — endures for a long time: five-minute dates when you can't wait to leave him; stroking on the head that he loves when you need something; tolerates your ridiculous antics and covers up before the government. He will always forgive you; he will shake his head and try to kiss you, but he will get permission with the condition not to touch. Alistair watches over you, does everything for you — helps out with money when you're broke, and asks you to move in with him; helps out when you get to the police on charges of theft.

His knowledge of art is the most famous artists and writers; he asks you to tell him about them; he closes his eyes in delight and leans against your shoulder, listening in peace with a wonderful voice. Alistair loves you, but he knows in his heart that his feelings are not mutual, wrong, and he has no right to cover for you. When you are alone, he opens a bottle of red Chardonnay, lies down next to you and is about to confess... how the bell rings and you leave. Alistair remains at a loss to watch you for the rest of her life.

"Do you remember I wrote poems about Johanna at university? I wrote about you...”

***

Dave Braden — protective, manipulative and obsessive yandere.

“It was just a job," Dave continued to assure himself, "just an article, first — hand information.” After all, he did not collect every record of yours and went to every concert in the city, he did not cut out photos from magazines, he did not store newspapers with your interviews and dreamed of taking his own. When Rolling Stone reported that they should write an article about such a famous singer, Dave could not miss such a good opportunity, so armed with dictaphones, a pen and a notebook, he went to your house.

To be honest, you weren't particularly happy about his appearance — or any journalists — but he managed to break into the house; and your home excited him, he immediately drew attention to scattered things, records in a chaotic order, a bunch of books and a couple of musical instruments. In his head, Dave immediately stressed that he would definitely look here a second time, but for more important things. He will try to ingratiate himself with you: he will say nice words, pretend to be a victim, remembering his ex-wife, and repeat that you are doing everything right.

It's not worth abandoning him, it's not worth doubting his devotion to you — he will run after you, get in the way and constantly drag from the studio to the house, watch by car and send letters. Dave will always find a trick during a quarrel, smile gently and have forgiveness in his pocket. He knows that you can't stay mad at him for a long time, such a charming man and always uses it. Dave will do anything for you, even if he turns mountains, it's just worth loving him, reciprocating.

"I'll write an article about you, make you even more famous!”

***

Julien Sorel — obsessive, possessive and manipulative yandere.

Everyone at home despised him, and he hated his brothers and father. Brainless, wooden and boring creatures, Julien did not find understanding from the family, did not find the joy of communicating with them, and did not see the future that his father wanted for him. Being young, ambitious, with bright eyes and Napoleonic dreams, Julien wanted only one thing — to rise above and show his family, show the whole of France, the whole world that they were wrong; his mind, his pure-loving heart deserved more. He wanted to live his ideal life, but he was sensibly aware that first he would have to get his hands dirty: to appear before the world as a gouverneur.

The days of work flew by slowly and painfully — constant displays of knowledge, Bible readings and unbearable patience of harassment from Madame de Renal. Julien, clasping his hands, continuing to look at the small portrait of Napoleon, was preparing for the worst until he met you; since then, with the picture of the emperor, he has also held your letters. After all, that meeting was completely accidental — a walk of children in the park, a meeting of old friends, and now he no longer takes his eyes off you, completely forgetting about dogmas and rules, goals and ideas about the future. At that moment Julien didn't care about the church, didn't care about the situation. He only cared about you.

Endless letters, endless pretenses, and all in order to get you, to get recognition. Julien does not hesitate to use evil methods, sinful for holy people, deception and manipulation. He looks like a fool to you, a pretender, even if he is deprived of an extraordinary mind. Julien begins to live differently — because you appear in his life — and he changes all his plans again; now he is building a career next to you, with you and for you.

"I am all love for you, but perhaps the word «love» does not really play a role here. Your cold heart beats only for me, and mine only for you.”

***

Michael — possessive, manipulative, protective and obsessive yandere.

The virus was infecting the world, capturing the terrible clutches of the disease. People stopped appearing on the streets — open restaurants and cafes were empty, shops were filled with products, work became remote. But they did not stop feeling — laughing, rejoicing, crying, grieving. Michael was disappointed, at the same time very annoyed by the spread of an unknown virus. The last evenings he lies on the bed, looks at the ceiling, thinks about you, regrets that he can't hug you.

The old client, whose tastes he remembered, considered himself your personal chef, the girl he liked, the one with whom he slept in the same bed - Michael was truly in love and unhappy. His heart was fluttering, and there was a grin on his face when you came to an empty restaurant and he, the only one, seemed to be able to offer you the whole menu (and all of himself); how timely, he thought, he went out for a smoke break. Since then, he considers this meeting the first real date.

Michael knows how to soothe, gently strokes your back in circular movements when you lose your sense of smell. He is disappointed when he realizes that he is infected — understands that he will no longer be able to feel your soft smell: hair, body, all of you... He's angry, angry at himself, but he'll never be able to take it out on you. Ah, a dessert dear to his heart, a tasty morsel, abandoned by everyone and clinging to him, a brave defender! He does not let you go during the virus, does not let you go outside for groceries — all by himself! he says, —  and you should rest, take care of yourself.

"You like being with me, don't lie, you need me.”

***

Joe — possessive, risky, obsessive and jealous yandere.

Scotland was depressing for him, the barge was dragging boredom and monotony with it. Would like to sail away from here—to Montevideo, Macau, anywhere. What was he even doing here, in this damn damn North? Joe did not find a home for himself, often connected his life with the lives of other people, but as soon as he did, he was pulled out again. Leslie's primitive jokes and his pink toy face, Ella's sarcasm and her full body, Jim's restlessness—all this irritated, exasperated. Joe thought about giving it all up, leaving, forcing himself to forget about the barge; he indulged in constant memories of Katie, looked at himself in her mirror. But in your gentle hands, he forgot about the boring reality.

That meeting happened by chance, Joe will always remember it: that evening, when their barge was passing by a small town, he decided to go to a bar, where he met you among fat, sweaty and working men. He was indecisive, didn't want to get acquainted, but the next time, Joe was sure that fate, in which he didn't believe, brought you together for a reason — he didn't know that a woman like you could do business with people like Ella. In your apartment he will be the owner, it is better not to leave him alone in the rooms: he will immediately start touching the bed linen, sniffing clothes.

Every day his behavior will become more and more possessive — since then he keeps a small photo of you in his wallet, talks about the future, without questioning your presence in it. Joe cleverly penetrates into your life with a charming smile, quick sex and risky actions. His clothes are smelled of cigarettes, and his speech is beautifully laid out before you. Yes, just don't make him angry — his voice immediately transforms into a serious, threatening one.

"Isn't it for my fearless rebel eyes that you fell in love with me, honey?”

***

Stephen Wilson — stalking, obsessive, dependent, jealous, delusional and protective yandere.

Lost, crippled by fate and a wife who took away the most valuable thing he had — a daughter, Stephen did not believe in love, did not believe in people, did not believe in himself. Why did he exist if he was a weak-willed doll and only followed the instructions of his superiors? Why did he live if absolutely nothing kept him in this black world? Neither work, nor family, nor own mind. Eternally sad misty eyes, calm anxious face and self-loathing, constant regrets that he did not save his daughter, did not take her away. Stephen really didn't make sense, he was a lifeless robot until he met you — the person who supported him in a difficult moment.

That meeting in the cafe was sudden and since then he goes there every day, watches you, takes pictures, practically lives in the institution. Stephen watches you with a slight smile, watching your gentle and quick movements, soft gait and conversations about everything and nothing. It's like an electric shock goes through him, and time stops when he touches your hand in an attempt to pick up a mug — which inevitably spills on the floor, and immediately runs to help. He is afraid to talk to you, forces himself through force and does not regret when he manages to find out your phone number.

You are his angel, his guardian, his savior. You have no idea, you don't know anything about him, but he knows everything about you; Stephen sets up hidden cameras, stays up at night and looks at you, protects you; you seem like an ideal mother to him and he won't let strangers touch you. He gets jealous when you talk to unknown guys in a cafe, club — in anger, he squeezes your photos hung on the walls of the house, and, pressing the pedal to the floor, goes to guys; Stephen will kill anyone who dares to try to take you away from him. During sleep, on a dark night, he will put a ring on your finger as a sign, a symbol — now you are one, as husband and wife, and nothing will be able to convince him.

"I almost went crazy after my wife left... You're the only thing I have.”

***

Perry MacKendrick — protective, jealous, loyal and dependent yandere.

He told everyone that he had no imagination, had no interest — this affected his profession, his teaching of poetics, when he carefully, almost under a microscope, studied art. Perry tried to find beauty in the simple, in ordinary recreation, museums, theaters, but almost did not experience feelings. Easily succumbing to adventures, he did not expect that he would succumb to the charms of his own student — you. He made his heart fall asleep, stop beating, be comforted, but it continued to roar in his ears, roaring like the sea.

Since you started attending his lectures, Perry's world has been painted in bright colors again, children's colors. He began to smile fervently at lectures, joking. A gentleman, a noble man, a professor —whatever you called him, with whom you compared him; he also had the imprudence to compare you with Fofanov's poems, constantly saying: a great poet, an impressionist who conveyed the moment.

Sometimes wilfully cheerful, sometimes sullen, absent-minded, wild or full of secret thoughts — he saw through the poet. Perry awkwardly approaches you, awkwardly starts conversations, and quickly realizes that the real meaning of life is in front of him. Poetics is not his destiny, was love real? She saved, she wrapped in sweet dreams and soft blankets, helped. Perry painfully understands the age difference, thinks to himself with hatred that you will not love him; does anyone need a lonely man abandoned by his wife? He humbles himself, but deep down in his soul he continues to wish, to reflect — is this really the ending?

"And there, love, will we go for many a choir is singing now where Love did sometime go.”

***

Andy — jealous, dependent and soft yandere.

There was nothing good in his life for many years, funny moments were erased by sad and harsh ones. Every day Andy woke up hoping for luck, but it never happened; she turned face to everyone, but not to him. Everything was just beginning with the mine, failures were already waiting for him on the way, when that day she entered the rehearsal room, slamming the door loudly. You spoke clearly, you said that you would be able to stand up, break through on top, defend the mine, and it seemed to Andy that perhaps all was not lost — for the mine, for the city, for the fucking workers and for him.

Andy didn't understand why he hadn't noticed you before; why were you perceived only as a loyal friend and nothing more? After all, it was as if you did everything for him — went to a performance with him, played the baritone since childhood, shared nights with walks around the city and memories of a carefree past; for God's sake, you even had a tattoo on your arm in common! And the guys from the orchestra, and even Danny himself was constantly teasing Andy about your relationship.

Since then, Andy has been staring at you more and more often when you play, carefully look at the notes. He invites you to a cafe, this time meaning not just a friendly get — together, but a date - he smiles fervently like a child, pays for you and you walk again at night. Andy dreams of confessing to you, but accustomed to hiding feelings, he can't; despite the fact that it doesn't work to ignore flirting from guys, and he snaps at them, screams, gets jealous. He likes it when you stroke his hair, lie on the made-up bed for a long time and look at the ceiling. He dreams of you and is sure that his wish will come true: after a successful performance in London, he makes you an offer — an offer right in front of the whole orchestra. And you, he is sure, will not dare to refuse him.

"I didn't notice you, didn't appreciate your support and didn't see the good, so will you let me improve?”

[imagine-silk]

Masterlist (Old)

🍮 My Favorites

AtSV

Peter B staring down Jess while hugging Autistic!Younger!Spider

Peter B taking Autistic!Younger!Spider to a meeting

DRAGON AGE

Dragon Age Inquisition characters finding comfort with you

Yan!Sera headcannon

Josephine Montilyet headcannon

Cassandra Pentaghast headcannon

Varric with a Noir Detective 🍮

Dorian, Cassandra, and Cullen finding out a Scout has a crush on Varric🍮

What if Sten was Pining

Vegas AU ideas

Okay hear me out... Trian and Alistair

Origins Fake dating ideas(Commenter has a great one for Shale)

DAI Modern summer events (Sera, Josephine, Iron bull)

You're a dark elf (Solas, Dorian, Josephine)

How they show affection (Varric, Cullen, Morrigan)

Their child is sick (Cassandra, Josephine, Vivienne)

Pining over a scout (Varric, Cole, Josephine)🍮

Days Recovering; One, Four

FALLOUT

Fallout Yan!Dudes with a courser s/o who left the Institute

Yan!Cait w/ Institute scientist Darling

Sole turns into a supermutant

Preston reacting to Sole w/ Auditory processing disorder (APD)

Yan!Girls Meeting your Assaultron Girlfriend

Yan!Girls w/ a tourist Darling

Reactions to terrifying super-ghoul

Super-mutant wing-man

Sole's accidental trick-shot

Sole painting companions in a surreal art style

Missing Sole turns up as a glowing ghoul

Girl companions meeting your ghoul parents

Sole sobbing uncontrollably when they come back from the Intitute

Modern!Companions comforting reader after a pet death (Not dogmeat's)

Cartoon door beat-up thing

Sole high on painkillers confesses (Deacon, Preston, MacCready)

Yan!Danse and Haylen react to Sole being former Enclave

Yan!Girls react to you saying you want to have a baby w/ them

Yan!Girls react to Sole leaving to hunt down an item and returning months later

Insults between dumb and dumber

Sole having four arms

Peaceful!Sole finally snapping at an ungrateful settler

Telling Yan!Girls you were once in the Enclave

Shooting Yan!Girls w/ a bubble gun🍮

Pouring your heart out to Yan!Girls

Companions gaining fire abilities

Companions (+Proctor Igram) react to a ripper doc

Life w/ Codsworth after the bombs dropped

Reader giving love-nips (Hancock, Nick, MacCready)

Scribe Haylen headcannons

Piper Wright headcannons

React to a magical girl w/ guns

Hancock, Deacon, Nick, and MacCready react to M!SS who shaves too much and ends up with a babyface

Companions react to Pacifist!Lycanthrope!SS who is stuck in werewolf form🍮

MacCready, Deacon, and Danse after a gore-y fight with blood everywhere🍮

X6-88's guide to cure love sickness🍮

React to the song Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Chipper!SS breaking down after going to the institute

React to the song Glimpse of Us by Joji

Child giving them a friendship braclet (X6-88, Cait, Vadim and Yafim)����

Taking care of a Asian!Teen!SS(Travis Miles, Nick Valentine, Deacon)🍮

Deacon traveling with a Vampire SS(not romanced)

M!SS is protective over non-human companions (+Kent, Sturges)🍮

House husbands (Preston, Hancock, Deacon)

Favorite place to go for a date (X6-88, Preston, Hancock)

Yandere (Cait, Curie, Piper)

Having a trouble-making twin (Hancock, Nick, Piper, Deacon)

Yandere Preston, Gage, Danse

Relationship milestones (Deacon, Preston, Gage)🍮

Modern Companions

Modern Companions Love Interest/Ocs

You have a stutter (X6-88, Hancock, Piper)

When someone reacts negatively to them being a synth (With no interference)

What their kisses are like (Deacon, Hancock, Curie)

What are mornings like (MaCready, Cait, Preston)

Danse and Nate smut I wrote drunk

MARVEL🍮

Marvel characters being inebriated

Finding a portrait of them you painted

Secretary!Trilogy!Peter finding out he's in love with you

Natasha and sleepy kisses

Secretary!Spidermen; You doze off

Secretary!Spidermen; Winter dates i guess

Secretary!Spidermen (MCU, TASM, Trilogy, Peter B., Miles Morales)

Secretary!Spidermen; Getting you ready before a meeting

You're a Slime (Peter, Tony, Bruce)

Glass in my hands (Scott Lang/Fem!Reader)

DBH

Yandere husband!Hank + son!Connor x willing!Darling

Supernatural lore ideas

Gavin having a surgeon husband

"You're so cute." (Hank, Gavin, Chloe)

Hugging them out of the blue (Hank, Gavin, Chloe)🍮

You don't like androids (Simon, Luther, Markus and Carl)🍮

Meeting your parents (Hank, Markus, Gavin, Elijah)

Darling is very tactile (Yan Connor, Hank, Gavin)

Misc.

Please I need this Bagginshield ending

Yandere Elliott

Yandere Sam, Sebastian, Emily

Star Trek: Next Generation; Having a crush on Data (+Socially awkward)🍮

Overprotective!Yan!Parvati/Nyoka + trying to escape

Parvati romance headcanons (still ace)

[banj0possum]

Alistair x (platonically) Teen Reader

In the fic he is like oh my god a bride, he walks in and instead of an adult..or a bride-

They find a teen, who literally threw a pebble at him, an angsty teen💀

I’m very happy to read ur fics and usually pair them with teen/child mc because I find it funny because they expect the love of their life

and teen mc standing there :🧍‍♂️

anyways sorry for the long request, luv ur writing, and ur art :D

Yandere! Evil King x Teen! GN! Reader

CW: platonic relationship, Alistair is a bit of a DILF so do with it as you will, Dads are hot you guys!! READER IS A MINOR.

👑 Who is this sassy lost child?

👑 His minions kidnapped you while you were on a carriage ride back to your kingdom.

👑 He was hoping for like a princess or something to marry and take over the kingdom with or whatever so like...what tf he gonna do with you???

👑 Clearly you were too young to be in a situation like this, but theres no way he's giving you back without a reward, so yes he still holds you for ransom.

👑 "Child, I am Alistair, King of-ACk!"

👑 Did...did you throw a pillow at him?!

👑 "How dare yo- AHK! Stop it!" another one..

👑 You refuse to listen to anything he says, you just wanted to go home

👑 You two had a bit of rivalry for a bit. He hated you and you hated him.

👑 He promised not to show any affection or care towards you since in his eyes, your actions didn't deserve it. How can someone be so rude to a king !?

👑 But he starts to notice you don't eat much. He never sees you in the dining hall and has only seen quick moments of you nibbling on some bread or pastries the servants gave you.

👑 He scoffed, so irresponsible! You must eat a proper meal right this second or you'll starve!

👑 You're surprised to see a meal prepared for you during your routine trip to get a snack from the pantry with a note on the plate.

👑 "Next time, ask for a proper meal. I don't want your parents to think I've been starving you. -Alistair P.S. go to bed early."

👑 Huh...

👑 Alistair smiled from the doorway of the dining hall, watching you eat up with a smile on your face. You might have been too scared of him to ask for food so you've been sneaking snacks while he wasn't looking.

👑 Of course he wasn't doing it because he cared about you, he just didn't want royalty like you to resort to such pathetic means to eat!

👑 Why are you still sad? Perhaps he should get you some things to keep your attention..

👑 He asks (threateningly may I add) about your hobbies or interests.

👑 The next morning your cell (which has been upgraded to a lovely room in the castle because he didn't want you to be filthy and gross in a dungeon) was filled with anything he could find that he thought you'd enjoy.

👑 Don't think he wants you to be happy! He's just tired of seeing you sulk everywhere!

👑 He denies everything, but you swear you could see a tiny smile on his face when you hugged him happily.

👑 You start being a little more open to him, showing him anything you've made or done with pride and he'd receive it gratefully, but he won't show it of course.

👑 "I made you this friendship bracelet!"

👑 "I've seen better jewelry."

👑 "Oh I'll take it back then I guess.."

👑 "No, it's mine now, back off."

👑 Drawings and the like that he said would be thrown out as soon as you left would be seen framed in his room

👑 It would be a..waste of good canvas..

👑 And of course he buys a few books of your choice for you to read, he'd be damned if your brain turns to mush.

👑 Bro bro he'd be the type to let you swing around while holding onto his bicep.

👑 If you ever have any problems, or come to him in a bad mood, he'd have no idea how to help other than to sit down and listen to your troubles.

👑 He's not the most physical when it comes to affection, but you bet your ass he's gonna do everything he can to cheer you up.

👑 At this point he's rewriting his demands for the ransom. Either your kingdom lets him sign some adoption papers or he's starting a war.

[kikyoupdates]

Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟

yandere!ocs x reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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Even though your parents are furious with you for breaking off your engagement, you don't regret what you did.

After all, how could you? The relationship with Alistair was doomed to fail anyway. He's destined to fall in love with the heroine and would ultimately have ended the engagement of his own accord. But even if you make sure not to antagonize the main character, there's no telling what this universe has in store for you. It's highly likely that your death flag will activate the moment the canon plot is set in motion, and when that happens, you need to be uninvolved as humanly possible.

You made the right choice. Granted, you ruffled some feathers in the process, but you still think it's better to nip a problem in the bud rather than let it fester and screw you later on.

Your father isn't having it, though.

"The Calderwood family won't even speak to me!" he fumes, stomping around your room like some huffy preschooler. "I requested an audience with Duke Calderwood, and he snubbed me outright! What a disgrace you've brought upon this family! Do you feel no shame whatsoever!?"

Hardly any, to be honest.

You fiddle with a lock of your hair, visibly disinterested. At the end of the day, you're just looking out for yourself, and the best way to do that is to ensure none of the crucial characters have anything to do with you. It sucks if you hurt Alistair's feelings, but you'll gladly take that over dying a gruesome death. You know what your priorities are, and you intend to stick to them.

Surely your father would prefer having a living, breathing daughter over a dead one, no?

"I'm sorry, father. But like I said, I genuinely don't think that relationship would have lasted. Alistair didn't seem to care for me much either. I'm willing to bet he would have ended the engagement at some point, whether I took the initiative or not."

"Such shamelessness," your father scoffs. "Everything you say is completely and utterly preposterous. Do you really take me for a fool?"

I mean, those are just the facts, but whatever floats your boat, I guess.

He clenches his jaw. "I told you the other day that you would regret your selfish actions, but it seems like you have yet to com to terms with the weight of the situation. But don't worry. Starting today, you'll learn remorse. I'm going to put you through hell to make you wish you never acted out in the first place."

You gulp. He's saying he's going to put you through hell, and that certainly didn't sound appealing. Shit. You knew ending things with Alistair was bound to have consequences, and ultimately, you still think the safest choice, but you can't deny that you're feeling pretty nervous right now.

What is he going to do to you? Is he the type of parent to enact physical discipline on his child? Does he intend to slowly deprive you of your meals, or confine you to a small, prison-like room for days to end?

Truly, the possibilities are endless, and the more you imagine it, the more terrified you become.

Shit is about to hit the fan.

"...I want you to complete all of this by the end of the day."

You blink. There's been a change in locatioon, and you're currently in one of his offices. Your father dragged you here against your will while you screamed bloody murder. Since you're still very much unfamiliar with the layout of the manor, you were convinced he was taking you to one of the secret torture chambers.

But no, it's just an ordinary office, equipped with an impressively large collection of bookshelves, as well as the desk you're sitting at.

You watch, somewhat mystified, as your father slams a notebook down in front of you, along with a few pens and pencils.

"All of these questions," he repeats. "You are to finish every single one of them by the end of the day. And you won't be permitted to leave this room until you do. If you end up having to stay up all night to work on them, I don't care. This is what you get for acting with no regard to your own family."

...this is your father's idea of a punishment?

"I know how much you hate doing academic work," he smiles smugly. "I understand if you feel like crying. But I really have to put my foot down this time. You've simply gone too far. It's time for you to learn that you can't always get what you want."

You stare at him in disbelief.

He's either fucking with you, or you've totally lucked out and discovered that your father isn't at all the scary, strict parent you assumed he was.

"So... I have to solve all these math problems," you clarify. "And once I do... I can leave and get on with the rest of my day."

Your father snorts. "Well, sure. But we both know you won't be getting out of here anytime soon. And don't misunderstand. This isn't only a one-time punishment. From now on, you'll be expected to study every single day. Did you think I was kidding? You made a grave mistake, and you need to face the consequences."

"A-Alright," you stammer, doing your best to keep a straight face. It's tremendously difficult not to laugh, because you got a pretty good look at most of those math problems.

Needless to say, this is going to be a piece of cake.

Your father heads to the door, but he stops before leaving to glare pointedly at you. "I'm serious," he warns. "I have a servant posted by the door who will inform me if you dare to snea kout before completing your work. There's no way out of this. I'm afraid you're just going to have to suffer, my dear."

"I understand, father." You make a big show of nodding your head with a somber, repentant expression. "It's going to be hard, but I'll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me."

He shakes his head and mutters something to himself - probably that you're stupid and have no chance of finishing all these questions in time - then he finally leaves the room.

The moment he's gone, you crack your knuckles.

"Adorable," you muse. "He thinks this is a lot of work? For a modern-age university student with virtually no sleep schedule?"

Spoiler alert: it isn't.

You get down to the grindm and just as you predicted, tis may as well be child's play for an overworked student such as yourself. You're used to having to meet unreasonable deadlines, having to work with uncooperative group members to complete massive projects and earn a decent grade. And of course, you're also no stranger when it comes to cramming desperately the night before an exam.

This is, to put it simply - light work.

But it seems like the villainess wasn't exactly the brightest of the bunch (which is really no surprise), because the servant posted at the door lets out a flustered squal once you step out of the room.

"Lady [Name]!" he exclaims. "Please, get back inside the room immediately! Your father specifically told me not to let you leave until you finished all your work!"

"But I have finished," you say simply.

"You... what?"

"I'm done. I solved all the problems."

You lift up the notebook and start turning pages so that he can see every question has been completely filled in.

The servant's jaw drops open.

"U-Um," he splutters nervously. "That is... well, I mean... I-I myself am not educated enough to review these, so I will need to get your father's opinion on this matter. Please, wait right here!"

He runs off without a moment's delay, and soon enough, you hear a loud voice booming across the hallway.

"...what do you mean she's already done?"

Your father must think you're trying to pull a fast one on him, because he seems just about ready to explode when he storms up to you. He even shakes his fist in frustration. Not with the intention of hurting you, but more to say, seriously? You're really going to try this shit with me?

[Name], I'm not even a little amused," he scowls. "I thought I made it very clear that you are not to leave this room until you finish all the work I've assigned you!"

"I really have completed all the questions, though," you insist, handing him the notebook. "Here. Please take a look. I wanted you to check my answers in case I made any mistakes."

He scoffs derisively and snatches the notebook from your hands, clearly prepared for disappointment. "Just to be clear, I meant that you need to solve them. As in, answer all the questions properly. You can't just scribble random nonsense and call it a day-"

He stops rambling mid-sentence. You watch, rather amused, as his eyes dart across the pages you've filled in. All of a sudden, he isn't bitching you out anymore, and you have a pretty good feeling why.

"They're... they're all correct," he mumbles in disbelief. "But how is this possible? You're just... you've always been so..."

Stupid? Tactless? A complete waste of a character?

"...so bad at studying!" he exclaims.

Ah. It looks like he decided to go with a milder insult. What a considerate father he is.

"I've worked really hard," you state matter-of-factly. "I feel horrible about letting you down, and I want to prove I'm capable. From now on, I intend to be disciplined and driven, every single day."

Your father takes several steps back, and he raises his hands defensively, looking as though he's just seen a ghost.

"S-Something isn't right..." he mumbles, visibly pale. "You, there! Are you positive [Name] never left the room? Is it possible she snuck out at some point and got someone to solve these questions for her?"

The servant furiously shook his head. "I assure you, my lord, I was right there standing watch the whole time! Nobody entered or left the room. I swear on my life."

Even though he was clearly trying to be reassuring, it seems his words have had the opposite effect.

Your father looks even more distraught.

[Name], what's the matter with you?" he asks in a hushed, almost fearful tone. "You're acting strange. Even your mother was saying that you didn't quite seem like yourself the other day."

He's suspicious. And why wouldn't he be? You're not his actual daughter. In fact, you're an entirely different person - from a different reality, at that.

Perhaps most people would say the smartest thing to do is play the role you've been given. To emulate the villianess, [Name], and do your best to convince everyone that you're the same insufferable scumbag they've always known.

And if you had been transmigrated into virtually any other body, that's probably what you would have done.

But living the way [Name] did -by making enemies left and right- is a recipe for disaster. You've already seen her story play out, and you know how it ends.

In horrible, painful death.

So, yes. You're not exactly being subtle about your approach. People are bound to notice that you're not an abusive brat all of a sudden. They're going to be flabbergasted by your behavior, and it's practically unavoidable.

You've already decided how you want to live in this world. Here, you will completely rebrand the woman known as [Name], and you will rid yourself of this miserable 'villianess' status. It's unfortunate that your parents can't seem to recognize their own daughter, but they'll just have to come to terms with it.

From now on, you're [Name.]

And so, you smile.

"I apologize, father. I understand why this change must be shocking to you. But I realized recently that I want to build a different kind of life. I'm ashamed of the way I've behaved until now. It's time for me to grow up and start doing things differently. This is a promise I made to myself."

Both your father and the servant still appear to be visibly stunned. Well, it's not exactly the kind of transformation that's easy to swallow, you suppose. It's basically the equivalent of a caterpillar turning into a butterfly.

"I promise to work very hard from now on," you say. "I'll show you that I can find a respectable man to take Alistair's place, and I'll keep up with my studies as well. If I do a good job and prove I am serious about this, will you forgive me for ending this engagement?"

Your father struggles to find the words. "I-I suppose and that would be acceptable, but-"

"Great! Again, I really am sorry about what happened. But everything will work out in the end. You'll see."

Befor ehe cn even think of a response, you've already taken to happily skipping down the hallways, humming a tune as you do.

He blinks repeatedly.

"What in the world just happened?"

Since you completed all your work, as promised, your father leaves you alone for the rest of the day. It turns out that neither of your parents in this world is particularly strict. Certainly not as strict as your real parents, at least. Well, they died a few years back, which you figure is probably for the best, otherwise they'd be mourning your absence right about now.

Anyways, the Alistair situation seems to have been resolved. As long as you prove that you can excel academically, and you eventually marry some other rich, successful man, it sounds like your family will leave you to your own devices.

Now, you finally get to do the thing you've most been looking forward to.

"Let's get out of town!" you exclaim.

Fiona, who you've since learned is your designated personal maid, tilts her head to the side while folding some sheets into a drawer.

"Into town, my lady? Are you sure it would be alright for you to do that? I worry your father might get awfully upset again..."

It hasn't been long since you've awoken in this world, and naturally, she's still quite afraid of you. Still, you can tell that she's slowly starting to let her guard down. At first, she was visibly confused and probably thought that you were putting on an act, but it seems like she's starting to realize that you've geuinely changed for the better.

"I finished all the work he gave me," you beam. "He seemed really surprised I managed to answer every question correctly, and in such a short time too. I asked him if I'm allowed to leave the manor, and he said I could."

Seriously. You're definetly not complaining about it, but your parents don't really know how to put their foot down and give you a proper punishment. You figured you would basically be under house arrest after breaking up with Alistair.

It's really no surprise that the villainess turned out to be a spoiled brat.

Fiona stands up and dusts her apron off. "Th-That's very impressive, Lady [Name]. I had no idea you were so smart."

There's a pause, and then she lets out a gasp, having just realized what she said.

"I-I didn't mean to say that I thought you were unintelligent!" she insists. "I always knew that you were smart, but um... um... I just didn't know you were extremely smart! R-Right. That's what I meant. Please don't... please don't be upset with me..."

She whimpers, shoulders trembling uncontrollably. Unfortunately, it looks like you still have a long way to go before she feels comfortable around you, and doesn't live in constant fear that she'll be punished for saying the wrong thing.

"Don't worry, I know what you meant," you chuckle. "I take no offense to it. Besides, it's completely understandable that you would be shocked. My father certainly was. I have to admit, I wasn't exactly working hard before. I didn't put much effort in. But now that I'm actually taking things seriously, it shows."

Fiona lets out a sigh of relief. "O-Of course, my lady. It's very cmmendable that you've decided to put in your best effort."

"Anyways, long story short, my father agreed to let me go out. Since I want to head into town, would you mind accompanying me? Even though I have permission to leave, he still doesn't want me going all by myself. ANd I'd definitely prefer to take you over someone else."

"You'd... prefer to go with me?" Fiona blinks, incredulous.

"Of course! I know you the best out of everyone, so you're obviously my favorite," you happily state.

Fiona takes a few moments to let your words sink in, and it semms like she must be pretty flattered, because she makes a shy face and blushes fiercely.

"I-I'm honored that you would say that," she mumbles, still too flustered to look you in the eye.

Oh my god. She's so cute! I just want to hug her and squish her cheeks.

"If you'll have me, then I'll gladly accompany you," she nods. "Please let me know if there's anything I need to bring along. I'll pack everything into a bag."

"Don't worry about tht. I'm not bringing anything with me. I just want to go out for a little stroll around town and stretch my legs."

You're not really lying. It's not like you have anything specific in mind, but ever since you got here, you've been wanting to explore as much as you can. After all, it's not every day you get reincarnated into a fictional world. You figure it is time to let you inner fangirl out.

And so, with Fiona at your side, you hop into a carriage and take a quick trip to the center of town.

"... holy shit, it looks even cooler than I thought it would!"

You're so excited that you accidentally voice your thoughts aoud, but thankfully, Fiona doesn't think much of it. Considering how crazy you've been acting lately, she doesn't really dwell on most of what you say.

Anyways, you're actually here! It's kind of amazing when you think about it. There's so much of this world that you have yet to explore - all sorts of places that you saw in the game - and it's unreal that it's all right within reach.

It's not like your old life as horrible or anything, but you have to admit that this new one is endlessly more exciting.

Well, setting aside all the different ways you could die, of course.

Fiona offers you an encouraging smile. "Lead the way, my lady. You've worked really hard, so you more than deserve this break."

Honestly, you wouldn't consider doing a few pages of math problems that hard, but you'll take the praise regardless.

It goes without saying, but you don't really know where you're going. There are a few spots that you caught glimpses of while playing the game through the heroine's point of view, but this world obviously has a lot more to explore than what was shown.

Good thing you've got no place to be.

"Let's go there," you point excitedly, "and also there. After that we'll stop by there. Oh! And it looks like they've got all kinds of food stands scattered about. I want to try everything. Even if it seems like I'm about to puke, please dont try to stop me. I'm willing to take the risk."

Fiona stammers out a few protests as she desperately tries to keep up with your breakneck pace. You could certainly afford to take your time, but you want to see as much of the town as possible. There's a bunch of other places you want to visit too. It's hard to pace yourself when this is such an incredible-

"Thief! That man stole from me! Someone stop him!"

You turn around in a hurry, and sure enough, some guy is sprinting down the street as if his life depends on it. He's holding a big brown bag filled to the brim with fruits and vegetables, it seems. A petty theft, but a theft nevertheless.

Hold on, isn't this the perfect opportunity? If I step in to catch a thief, surely your horrible reputation will have to improve.

A smile spreads across your lips. What luck! It looks like you'll be able to demonstrate your endless generosity even sooner than expected.

Fiona starts pulling on your arm. "Lady [Name], please be careful. We should get out of the way and-"

"Halt, thief!"

Ignoring Fiona's protests, you step into the middle of the street and stand there with your hands squared upon your hips. You're still a noble, after al. Your words and actions carry a lot of weight around these parts. He'll have to think twice about stealing.

Except your act of bravery doesn't exactly go over the way you planned, and instead of being intimidated by your authoritative presence, the thief grits his teeth.

He also pulls out a knife.

"Get the hell out of the my way, bitch!"

Oh, balls.

It looks like you mght have bitten off more than you can chew. Fiona outright screams at the sight of the man charging straight towards you, knife pointed outwards, and she pulls you back so hard that you trip and fall to the ground.

There you lie, helpless and vulnerable, but fortunately, you are spared.

"...I'd avise you to stop running while I have both of your legs."

It takes a moment for your disoreintation to fade, but you swear you hear the sound of a sword being drawn.

Hardly two seconds later, the knife the thief was holding is knocked onto the ground, mere inches away from you.

The thief has been apprehended.

"Are you alright, my lady?"

Someone approaches you. It's a man, but the sounds of it, and the same one that just spoke earlier. You groan weakly. It certainly wasn't a pleasant fall, but you're glad Fiona acted in time, otherwise you might not have evaded the thief's knife.

"Here," the same man says, offering you his hand. "Allow me."

"Oh, thank you."

You blink away the fuzziness in your eyes and reach up to grab the man's hand. His grip is strong, and he pulls you to your feet with ease.

Finally, you meet his gaze.

And all the blood drains from your face.

"You're not hurt, are you?" he frowns, examining you for any possible injuries. "What you did just then was incredibly reckless. You never know whether or not these criminals are armed, not to mention that a young lady such as yourself shouldn't be taking on that kind of risk. Please be more careful from now on."

You didn't know how to respond. Try as you might, the words just won't form.

This man... you know him. In fact, you know him shockingly well. Having played through the game for hours on end, you couldn't possibly forget his face, not even if you tried.

His name is Carmine Mortis, he's a knight, and he is yet another one of the heroine's love interests.

But if things go wrong...

He is also the man who will publicly execute you.

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