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via-viana · 11 months ago

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Finally, they have met, but why does his angel think like that? 😭😭 Did Hoseok tell her about Yoongi's past?

I don't know how Yoongi will react if he knows that they have a son and his angel lives with Hoseok😩🫣

Latibule Season 2: III

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which he lost his latibule.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: As promised :) Leave a comment or reblog if you enjoy!

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Masterlist, Latibule 2.II

Taehyung looked up from his cellphone to his eldest hyung that was currently cooking their dinner. He pouted when he was not given the appropriate amount of attention he should be given. Honestly, he deserved it! After a moment when he still did not get what he wanted, he finally asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to.

“Hyung, is it always like that?”

“Hmm? Like what, Tae?” he asked while chopping diligently the vegetables the renowned doctor was preparing for a certain psychologist and his brothers that insisted they were hungry as well.

“When it ends…does it always hurt like that?”

Seokjin blinked at Taehyung’s unprompted question. He paused before he finally brought his eyes to the actor. He knew that the younger man had always been eccentric. His clinical condition definitely explained his behavior, but not this. He was never curious about the emotions he couldn’t feel, nor did he ever show any interest on understanding emotions. As the years passed by, Kim Taehyung got better at masking and pretending by learning the root causes of the emotions he could see. The brothers had always thought that this was precisely why he chose to be an actor. Everytime they watched him cried, laughed, or acted furious for his movies and dramas, they thought he was a different person.

Jin thought it was just understandable why he dropped the knife he was holding.

“What brought this on?”

“He-“ he lifted his mobile phone to show Jin the picture Jimin snapped of their Yoongi hyung looking like he had lost all his will to live. Taehyung found it so ridiculous that Jimin even made a collage of him and a cat that depicted their hyung. “-looks like breathing is a chore and is only fighting to live so he can end his enemies.”

Jin would have laughed had this happened before he met his sunshine. But now, the mere thought of her leaving set him on edge, and he knew he would be similar to Yoongi if not worse. Slowly, he picked up his knife as he carefully chose his words. He was always like this with Taehyung ever since he knew that something was not quite right in his mind, well…more than any of them, to be honest. The younger man took things at face value, and all the brothers knew to talk in a straightforward manner so there wouldn’t be any confusion on Taehyung’s part.

He kidded you not, once when they were still teenagers, they asked him to go ahead and get them a table in a restaurant. He left without any qualms only to return not an hour later carrying a big ass table from a restaurant. That was a horrifying memory, Jin thought, and that was when they all decided to change the way they talked. It was Namjoon that took it too far and enrolled the man in a body language class to better cope with society. However, it was Jungkook that forced him to take psychology classes with him for fun.

“I think it’s different,” Jin started, busying himself once again with cooking. “Yoongi never has love like that, I guess. It’s understandable that he acts like a sad lonely cat.”

Seokjin could still clearly remember how Yoongi looked at you. It was like you were all he ever wanted and more, like you were his reprieve from the darkness in his life. You were, as he called you, an angel to him. And then he lost you.

“Why?”

“Well…she’s his personal slice of heaven,” he answered, his voice contemplative and understanding of what Yoongi was going through. Jin paused in his chopping, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he carefully considered his words. “And he’s been living in hell the very moment he was born. What do you think would happen if he was given a taste of heaven and then lost it?”

“Just like Hoseok hyung,” Taehyung nodded, slightly understanding the downfall of these strong men.

“Seriously, you are all worse than the ahjummas who love to talk about other people’s lives. Be better than that, guys,” Kim Namjoon observed with his deadpanned voice as soon as he walked in the kitchen. He took in the scene of the two men conversing and the other man quietly eating the snack Jin prepared him.

Jin scoffed as he rolled his eyes at Namjoon. “As if you wouldn’t react like that when your secretary finally resigns.”

To which, Namjoon only smirked. “Who says she can leave?”

“How will you stop her and her son if the father finally shows up?”

Namjoon, with his hand in his pocket, calmly uttered words that no normal people would believe to have any other meaning. “Well, as you said, the dead don’t exactly come back to life, do they?”

Jin chuckled at Namjoon. Of course, he did something about that man. It was apparent, he thought. He could still vividly remember the look in Namjoon’s eyes when he told him that his secretary was pregnant and that the asshole of a father even put his hands on her. Suffice to say, it was the most unhinged Namjoon ever was.

“I think Namjoon will be the worst among us if he ever loses the love of his life,” Jin noted with lightness in his voice.

“Nah,” Jungkook finally lifted his head from his bowl. “I sincerely think it’ll be Taehyung.”

The conversation never left Jeon Jungkook’s mind. Anyway, he didn’t need anyone to tell him to do this. He did this out of the bond he shared with his brothers. Had this happened to any among them, he would have done the same.

He thought that it was cruel to let them experience the same hell he had been living every single day.

And so, he worked tirelessly and utilized every available technology and connection he had just to look for Yoongi’s angel. When he said she was alive, when he said he felt in his heart that you could have not gone where he couldn’t follow, then he’d believed him. He wouldn’t lose anything by looking for you, Jungkook rationalized. But he didn’t want to unnecessarily get his brother’s hopes up until he had evidence that you were indeed alive.

One morning, it finally happened. There you were.

Jungkook’s eyes could not have gone any bigger as he watched the CCTV of a far province in his office.

That was you, he was sure.

Without a moment's hesitation, he reached for his phone and dialed the person he knew he could trust. "Hyung, can you come to my office?" he requested urgently, the excitement and disbelief evident in his voice.

“That’s her,” Kim Namjoon validated after a moment. He was standing beside Jungkook’s seated form as he leaned in the monitor. He was ever the image of calmness with his hand in his pocket, his suit immaculate and not a crease in sight.

Seokjin raised his brows as he sat in a relaxed manner on the couch. Jungkook didn’t even call him, yet he was here because he was, per his words, bored and that a certain sunshine was not where she should be. “So the dead can indeed come back to life,” he noted with a tone the two men couldn’t understand. “Pray tell, Namjoon-ah. Should we tell Yoongi?”

Jungkook blinked at the rising tension between the two men. Whereas Jin merely looked curious, Namjoon looked like he was looking at the end of the sword with the way his jaw was clenched. He stood up straight and took a second to answer Seokjin.

“Of course, hyung. This is a great news, after all.”

“Hmm,” Seokjin smirked, his legs crossed as though nothing could have fazed him. It was moment like this when Jungkook could see the mafia prince in his usually playful hyung. Everybody knew not to cross this man despite him appearing goofy and motherlike to them.

Jungkook thought that it would only take one momentous catastrophe for him to return to his dark persona. He didn’t want to see that, though.

“He’s suffered enough, right?” Jin asked the room with a light tone, yet his eyes pierced through Namjoon’s. “Right, Namjoon-ah?”

Seven Mississippis passed before he answered. Jungkook knew because he counted, and he hated the tension he didn’t know why was present.

“Jungkook, tell Yoongi hyung,” Namjoon ordered.

—-

Min Yoongi’s brows were pulled together as he walked in a bustling street of a faraway province. He had to drive almost four hours just because their maknae told him to be here at this exact hour, claiming that he desperately needed him to be there. However, Jungkook was not answering his phone despite numerous calls from him.

Where was even that little shit, Yoongi asked himself as he surveyed the whole place.

Despite barely getting any sleep, he found himself in a situation where he might have to scold his youngest brother for the first time. He should have been in Seoul right now, but he couldn’t exactly say no to him. He had shit ton of things to do and yet he was indulging the youngest brother.

Maybe this was exactly why he was spoiled? Ah, but anyway, he was a good kid.

So where was he?!

He walked further into the thick of the plaza, his phone plastered in his ear as he listened to the annoying and incessant ringback tone of Jungkook. Seriously, at this day and age? His eyes roamed the area of happy locals, at which he rolled his eyes.

He was on the verge of deciding whether he should just go ahead and kill Jungkook when he finally answered.

“Where the fuck are you?” he growled over the other line, his patience running thin when the man just answered innocently.

“At Seoul, hyung-“

“Then why am I here?! I swear to heavens, if you made me drive here just to buy you a weird snack then I’ll really kill you!”

“Seokjin hyung will be mad!”

Right. The eldest was protective of the youngest. What a nuisance, he thought. “Then I’ll do it in secret.”

Jungkook chuckled nervously. He couldn’t place whether he was joking or not. His money was that if his hyung could get away with it, he’d be floating in the river at this very moment. “I asked you to go there because I have a surprise for you, hyung.”

“I don’t particularly enjoy surprises-” he began, but was swiftly interrupted.

“I know, I know. But this one, I’m sure you’ll like. This is the most beautiful, most precious, most amazing surprise ever. You’ll stop sulking and looking like a sad cat and Jimin hyung will finally stop taking badly captured and cropped photos of you and make it into a collage. Taehyung hyung will stop observing your miserable demeanor for his next movie. You’ll finally stop living like it’s such a chore and-“

His back was bumped by a force. Turning around, he prepared to glare at the perpetrator only to stop because there it was.

There was you.

It was as if the universe finally said that he had enough and stopped punishing him because he saw you when he was not even looking for you. Your mouth hanged agape, your hand going to your forehead as you murmured apologies to him.

He was stunted. No, he was bewildered.

Was this real? Or was this one of his cruel dreams again, a figment of his mind playing tricks on him?

But no.

He had been living in hell, yet moment he heard your voice, all the sufferings disappeared. This was really you. You were truly alive. He was frozen as his wildest dream was brought into life. His whole body went into a state of shock, something that he never thought could ever happen.

It didn’t really matter the years he spent without you because one touch, one word- these were all it took for him to forget the bitterness your separation brought him.

With a trembling voice, Yoongi dared to call for you. “Ange-”

But before he could say another word, you interrupted, your voice light and apologetic.

“I’m really sorry, mister. I didn’t see you,” you chuckled, slightly lifting your walking stick to explain the small accident. You bowed down at the man before going your way.

And he stood there, watching as the love of his life walked away from him, unseeing. He thought he could no longer hurt. He thought that nothing could have fazed him any longer. But he was wrong. Watching you walked, unseeing as you traversed the plaza with only your walking stick pained him.

How did this happen to you?

Was it because of the incident?

Was that why you couldn’t return to him? Because you weren’t able to?

Or did he miss all the glaring signs?

Slowly, he lifted the old phone you gifted him years ago to his ear. “You didn’t stop looking for her?”

Jungkook was quiet for a moment. “Well…I would never wish this hell on anyone, much less my brother,” he stated, his voice carrying a certain tone of sadness they often heard from him. ��Go get her, hyung.”

The bustling city streets faded into a blur around you as you walked, your steps slow and deliberate despite the cacophony of noise that surrounded you. Your sight may have been almost gone, but your other senses seemed to have sharpened in response, each sound and scent painting a vivid picture in his mind.

You remembered that when you were younger, you read a passage from a book entitled, ‘The Song of Achilles’. You thought it was a well-written book, a love that transcended even death. There was a line your college friends always thought to be a masterpiece. But you never understood it. The line so many people loved never really touched you.

Until it did.

Until you understood each word written in that book.

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

Because right now, the words made sense. You could recognize him despite your deteriorating eyesight. You knew him. He was here. And he was following you…to what exactly? Was he here to end you? Was he here to make sure that you wouldn’t tell the world of his secret identity?

Regardless of the reason, you tried to remain calm as Hoseok always ordered you to. You had no choice but to lead him back home, otherwise you were sure that he would be suspicious. The man that you used to love was perceptive, and any suspicious movements could alert him. From the moment you opened the front door to the time you closed it, you knew you only had a couple of seconds.

You fished the phone Hoseok gave you, one with tactile buttons and controls that made it easier for you to use it. You knew you couldn’t use the speech-to-text feature, otherwise he’d hear. And so, with a tense movement, you sent a message to him.

He’s here. Don’t come home. Leave with my son.

#thanks for the update Dany😘#bts #bts fanfic #wildestdreamsblog : latibule🩵#yandere bts #my faves🩷🩵

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shortstrawberry · 1 year ago

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Done with playing all the routes and their endings in Resident Lover. Here's the remaining yandere headcannons for Angie, Dani, Alcina and Miranda mommy.

1. Angie

Angie, just like her beloved aunt Donna, hates to be alone. But instead of shrinking into a wall like Donna, she went the exact opposite way. She fills up the emptiness inside of her by socialising with people while high on alcohol. Still, it isn't enough. At least until she met you.

If Angie is a unstoppable force, you are the unstoppable object. You ground her to the surface, show her that fun can be had outside of the bottle of vodka. Soon enough, Angie starts to depend only on you for her emotional fulfilment.

Angie is the fun kind of yandere. She will not put you under a lock and key. Oh no, she wants to take you around the world, show you the sights. One day you'll be on a cruise and the next night you'll be DJing across Europe. Angie will show you the world, whether you like it or not.

It comes with a catch however. You are allowed only to see the world. Try to interact, be too close with people who are not her, she will show you her Beneviento side. One party you danced too close with a fellow partier. That was enough for Angie to shriek and crack a bottle on that poor person. It's good Angie wasn't too drunk. Her drunk jealousy rages are downright lethal.

Overall, Angie is the kindest of all Resident Lover yanderes. She wants you to have fun. It just better be with only her.

Daniela

Have you ever seen a golden retriever with hidden canines? That's exactly what the youngest Dimiterescu sister is. She is the most easy going sister among the whole lot, and possibly the most dangerous one as well.

Daniela is all about that daily softcore gay romance. Taking you to cheesy pizza places, movie dates, or just Netflix and chilling in her dorm room. Dani adores her regular couple life with you.

It's no wonder you feel like you and Daniela are just like any other couple. But then you see glimpses of the simmering insanity beneath your girlfriend's sunny smile. Someone accidentally pushes you while in a packed concert? Daniela pushed back with her muscular shoulder so hard that the person smacked his head on the floor.

Baseline: Daniela is protective. Too protective actually. Even the slightest threat to your safety will set her off. Her protective rage is almost beastial in nature, as you found out when she beat up Cassandra's groupies for bullying you.

Her feral nature also showcases itself in another aspect the relationship: sex. It almost always starts sweet and gentle, but always ends with you completely ravaged and littered with bright hickeys. You have been asked on more then one occasion if you were attacked by a animal last night. You wonder if you should be honest and just say yes you actually were attacked by your beast of a horny girlfriend.

Thankfully, Daniela is her golden retriever self on most days. The leash is firmly in your hands, and your puppy of a girlfriend follows along wherever you go. At least, that's what you think. You never realise that Daniela is a Dimiterescu as well, the cunning inherited into her.

You never notice that ever since you've started to date her, your time with other friends has drastically lessened. You spent most of the time cuddled up by her side. Or on your phone laughing at her memes. But hey, Daniela is the best girlfriend in the world. So what if she tags along to every hangout of yours? That's just what happens in any fairytale romance, right?

3. Alcina aka Mommy D

In your first meeting with Alcina Dimiterescu, she had threatened to fire her chef because she thought you didn't like the extravagant breakfast served to you. That should give you a good idea of what kind of person Lady Dimiterescu is.

Alcina Dimiterescu is a noble through and through and she will treat you like her queen. You liked that one donut from that one shop. Alcina would make sure to hire that donut chef so you can have them donuts anytime you want. You like red dress? Here, have 10 dresses more.

Alcina is also terribly territorial over you. Woe upon who dares to lay their eyes on you. Hell, one time Alcina in her seething possessiveness had banned a student from her class, just because they were getting to chatty with you. She also went ahead and banned her own daughter Cassandra from family dinners, just because she was flirting with you right in front of Alcina's fois gras.

Does Alcina use her professorly powers to make you stay with her longer? Absolutely yes. You know you don't need those extra classes, but your girlfriend insists that she teaches you extra. How the remedial classes end up on her office couch, you have no idea. You just wish she would stop ripping your clothes all the time.

Despite all this, you are happy with her tall hot girlfriend. Although it saddens you that you lost Daniela and Angie has roommates and friends. You're sure Alcina mourns their loss too. They were her family afterall. Little do you know, Alcina is actually secretly happy that now she can have you all to herself.

4. Miranda aka Mommy Miranda

Here's a honest fact. No one, absolutely no one can beat Miranda when it comes to being batshit crazy. The woman changes the laws of physics to finally have you. From the get go, you know not to push Miranda's buttons. She is willing to kill you and get her desired version of you.

Miranda wants you to have unconditional trust in her. Trust Miranda to protect you, love you, care for you. Hiding anything from her is a big no no. For one, she knows everything thanks to her crows spying on you. Two, she will actually put you in a leash until you are deemed to be obedient enough again.

Miranda is possessive and protective, yes. But she does expect you to be her best self. You have to study and work hard to keep up with her demands. Don't worry though, Miranda would always reward you with plenty affection and bedtime love for your good behaviour.

Miranda is surprisingly not as cagey as you thought she would be. You are still allowed to meet with your friends, even Mia who Miranda absolutely loathes. However, Miranda does keep you in a tight curfew. You should be back in her arms at the exact time she has given you, or she would be out for blood. She has always been a stickler for time. Even if she has all the time in eternity.

Miranda is ironically also a impatient woman. You are a minute late? You have to pacify her by sitting on her lap and begging for her forgiveness. She is also incredibly greedy. You didn't give her a long enough kiss? You have to give her 10 more to sate her endless desire for you.

At the end of the day, you guess Miranda deserves to have so many demands of you. She did break the universe to have you back. So let's cut her some slack, shall we?

#requests open #resident lover #donna beneviento #alcina demitriscu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #re8 village #resident evil village #yandere #yandere headcanons #wlw #these bitches gay

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scrollf0x · 1 year ago

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(Spoiler Free)

Resident Lover Routes Ranked

As tradition when good things end, we overfixate on it! After 48 hours of completing all routes in Resident Lover, here's my spoiler free ranking of the good and bad endings in the game brought to us by Team AVIA 🙇🖤

Top Romantic Endings (Good ending)

#1 Miranda

As recommended by Team AVIA this route should be played last after completing all the other routes, and istg this was the best approach to the game, there's so much stuff going on (in a great way), it ties up all stories together, it explains the biggest mystery in the game and the end was SO SATISFYING. Mother Miranda was MOTHERING so good and I'm definitely obsessed with MM now. There's so much I want to talk about but won't for now to keep this spoiler free.Best route ever hope you enjoy it! 🐦‍⬛🧎

(UPDATED REVIEW: As MCs we can't escape her fr fr. You should see all cult endings in all routes before going to her cult ending. She's unbelievable but it's so hard to hate her once you get into her route and I can't explain why I still love her but holy fuck, Miranda. You make Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn look like novices for the things they do for love. Miranda literally took Yandere to a whole new level...and I love it 👀)

#2 Donna's Route (UPDATED)

We get our Flourist AU with our resident spicy sweetheart (you'd understand the spicy part later) Donna! Everything from her route was so mysterious and selecting her route before getting to Miranda's route was such a good build up before getting the answers to the numerous mysteries you'll uncover in the other routes. Donna and Miranda's route has SOOOO MUCH to bring into the table about the main mystery in the game. Plus the rivalry between Donna and Miranda for MC??? IM DEAD 😭💖

(UPDATED REVIEW: Holy shit y'all I just recently uncovered the actual cult ending for Donna's route, and as sweet and passionate her love is for us - the neutral ending was really sad, but holy fuck the double tragic endings in the cult version was just..I can't even react properly after finishing it I'm forever traumatized - see cult ending ranking)

#3 Alcina's Route

If you're into student-teacher relationship with much more murder mystery from the game and of course our Mother Alcina herself, this is for you! For all Alcina fans, buckle up for a ride because this route does not pussy-foot around romance between Alcina and player and my god THE SEXUAL TENSION. ILLICIT ROMANCE. SHEESH. Y'all are going to love it so much istg. Even the counterpart ending ate up (see tragic ending below)

TOP Tragic Ending (Cult endings)

#1 Angie and Donna's Route

Angie

Y'all would not expect the darkest ending for the sweetest character with the most lighthearted romance development of all routes. It starts off really innocent and sweet before it all goes downhill so fast, and Donna was so terrifying in this route 😭 Both bad endings were absolutely devastating and I really want to find out how Angie will react once she finds out - or if she will.

Donna (Updated review)

How was it even possible that Donna was so loveable and so terrifying at the same time? Everything from her good to bad route was just *chefs kiss*. Follow Team AVIAs guide to routes, and reach the cult ending (with additional 2 tragedy scenarios) I guarantee you both tragic scenarios will leave you terrified and heartbroken.

#2 Alcina

As amazing as the romance is with Alcina the bad ending route was downright nightmare-ish! We all love our hot psychopath mother but y'all would be baffled at just how CRAZYYYYY she is when you find out in her tragic ending route ☠️

#3 Dimitrescu Sisters

The Dimitrescu siblings SERVED in all routes Bela most of all but gaddamn as amazing and complex our relationship with them are, the tragic endings are INSANEEE. Bella's outfits were AMAZING and her storyline even more so. Cassandra is such a cassanova and a diva (so much teenage drama here btw you'll love it). And our precious Dani bby girl with our fake dating thing, she deserves so much love I wanna give her a hug. Their tragic endings are so so so sad, all I can say is Miranda did them so dirty 😭😭😭

Overall the game was AMAZING in every way, Team AVIA really put there heart and soul to this and it really shows, so please take the time to drop by at their page @resident-lover , give them your love and appreciation, and enjoy the game!

Let me know what you guys think ☺️

#resident lover #re8 village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #mother miranda #alcina demitriscu #donna beneviento #angie griffin #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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the-broken-truth · 1 year ago

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Yandere One-Shot: Platonic Yandere Dimitrescu Family w/ Young Female Maid Reader [PART 3]

Broken Truth: Hey everyone, I've completed the script for the third installment of our storyline. Let's get started! Enjoy, My Shadow Pups! Let the words weave together!

Quick Summary: [Name] [Surname] is the youngest of three daughters on her father's farm. While she takes care of the farm and her ill mother, her elder sisters spend their time being lazy and spending any money she makes. They often complain about their financial situation but do nothing to improve it. Frustrated with their lifestyle, [Name] decides to apply for a job at Castle Dimitrescu. Despite her mother's dismay and her sisters' delight, she lands the job. However, things take a dark turn when the Lady of the Castle and her daughters take a personal interest in [Name]. They decide that her family is no longer deserving of her, leaving [Name] to face a difficult choice.

Notes:

[Name] is 15 years old.

[Older Sister] is 27 years old.

[Middle Sister] is 23 years old.

[Father] is dead and gave the farm to [Name] in his will because he knew she would take care of it.

[Mother] is 57 years old and has a deadly illness. There's an elixir that the Duke has to heal her but it's expensive.

Regardless of her young age, [Name] can cook, clean, bake, sow, and repair rather well, as if she were a professional.

[Part One] - [Part Two] - [Part 3] (You Have Arrived)

[Castle Dimitrescu - Dining Hall - Supper Time]

Alcina Dimitrescu sat at the head of the table, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her beloved daughters for dinner. As she looked around the dining hall, she couldn't help but notice that it was spotless. Despite having occupied Castle Dimitrescu for some time, it had never looked this clean before. The runner was free of blood stains, the wooden floor was perfectly polished, and the carpet was swept and also free of blood stains. The goblets and fine china that rested on the table were free of dust. Everything was perfect. Alcina gazed at the maids who stood at attention against the wall, ready to serve their mistresses, including the newest addition to her collection: [Name] [Surname].

The owner of the surname farm stood with perfect posture, her hands behind her back, her focused eyes locked on the lady's voice, ready to act quickly and effectively. She had been taught by her father to be efficient and attentive. Despite hours of cleaning and preparing, her uniform remained flawless, free from wrinkles and dust. Alcina was impressed; usually, maids would have wrinkles and dust on their clothes after the first day, but this girl was different. The Lady of the Castle was intrigued by her and would keep a close eye on her. There was something about her that Alcina couldn't quite put her finger on.

Alcina's thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of buzzing coming from the halls - from the corner of her eye, she could see the maids tense up at the sound of her daughters approaching but the youngest maid remained as still as a statue, completely unaffected by the sound of the Dimitrescu Daughters coming closer to her location; was she unafraid of the Young Ladies of Castle Dimitrescu? Alcina couldn't help but wonder and smirk - she would insert the fear of Castle Dimitrescu within this girl.

The first to enter the dining hall was Bela Dimitrescu - Alcina's Eldest Daughter and - in her opinion - her most responsible daughter. Bela's hood was down, allowing her long blonde hair to flow behind her as she hovered over to her seat and took a seat to the right of her mother.

"Sorry for being late, Mother. I had to wake Dani up to make sure she didn't miss dinner again." Bela explained.

"I understand, My Daughter. We do not want your sister attacking the nighttime maids for a midnight snack again." Alcina groaned as she recalled what happened the last time her youngest daughter skipped dinner - that was a difficult mess to deal with, the blood stained one of her favorite paintings that Donna painted for her. She kept the painting in her art room, trying to think was ways to remove blood from it without damaging the artwork - easier said than done.

Soon enough, 2 more clusters of flies entered the room and formed into the Middle Child of the Dimitrescu Family and the Youngest of the Dimitrescu - Cassandra and Daniela Dimitrescu. Cassandra's long brown hair flowed behind her as she hovered to her seat while Daniela stood there running a hand through the shaved side of her red hair. She started heading to her seat when she stopped, sniffed the air for a while, and turned to look over to the maids - who stiffened as her eyes raked over them until they stopped on the newest addition of the maids.

"OH! What have we here?" Daniela asked with a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat's to shame as she hovered over to [Name] - who locked eyes with Daniela as she looked her over as if she were examining a shiny new toy. "Mother got us a new toy to play with and this one smells so good! What's your name, pretty thing?"

"Lady Dimitrescu, permission to speak?" [Name] asked as her eyes remained locked with Daniela's and her hands remained behind her back.

"Your request is granted, Maid [Surname]." Alcina said - surprised that the maid would have enough respect and common sense to ask her lady and mistress permission to speak to her daughter; this one was very different from the others.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Lady Daniela. I am [Name] [Surname] and I look forward to being of service to you." [Name] said as she placed on hand across her chest to place over her heart and bowed her head to show her respect and submission to Daniela.

"OH! Mother, I like this one! Can I keep her, please?! I promise not the break this one like I did the last time!" Daniela said as she turned to face her mother with a large smile and puppy eyes.

"No, darling. Maid [Surname] is not a toy. She is a rather hard worker for her young age." Alcina said.

"Really? How old is she?" Bela asked.

"She is 15 years of age, My Eldest." Alcina said.

"Only 15 and she is working as a maid here? Are you certain that is a good idea, Mother?" Cassandra asked.

"Quite certain. Do you see the dining hall? She cleaned it as her test to prove that she would be able to handle work around the castle." Alcina said as she gestured around the dining hall.

"How the hell did she get the blood stains out of the runner? Even the old stains are gone." Bela asked.

"I used lemon juice, Lady Bela." [Name] said.

"Lemon Juice? That actually works?" Daniela asked.

"It most certainly does, Lady Daniela. I used it all the time to get the blood stains out of my clothes during my farm work." [Name] explained. Daniela looked at [Name] with a large smile on her face before she hovered over to her seat and sat down beside Cassandra. The family waited for the chefs to arrive from the back with the food. Tonight's dinner of fine steak with blood sauce, the family ate but Danield seemed displeased.

"Mother, the blood on this meat doesn't taste all that good. What type is it?" She asked.

"The chef told me it was A+. Is there something wrong with it, my daughter?" Alcina asked.

"Most of the dishes they serve have A+ Blood and I have grown sick of the taste. I want something different. Don't we have other blood in stock?" Daniela whined as she dropped her fork with a piece of steak still on the end. Alcina explained that A+ Blood was the only type they had in stock because that was the dominant type from the donors who were paid for their blood but Daniela was still displeased.

"Lady Dimitrescu." [Name's] Voice called out, causing the Lady of the Castle to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes?" Alcina asked.

"If I am allowed, I might be able to aid Lady Daniela with her problem. May I try something?" [Name] asked. Alcina was curious about what the young girl was planning and gestured her hand in a way that told [Name] she was allowed to proceed. The youngest maid walked over to the table and removed her hands from behind her back while her right hand reached into her pocket and pulled out a small knife. She opened the knife and used it to slice open the palm of her other hand, allowing the blood to build up from the open wound, and held her hand over the steak Daniela was eating, allowing her blood to spill over the meat. [Name] moved her hand around to ensure every inch of the steak was moved in blood before she retrieved and piece of cloth from her pocket wrapped her hand to stop the blood flow and nodded to Daniela, who sliced a piece from the steak and took a bite - her eyes widened as the flavor of the blood hit her tongue.

"My daughter... Are you alright? You have grown silent." Alcina asked. Daniela said nothing as she continued to cut the steak and consume it like a starving creature until it was gone - she then attempted to lick the blood from the platter but once it was gone, she turned to face [Name] with a crazed look in her eyes.

"More! I want more!" Daniela lunged from her seat and grabbed [Name's] forearm, yanking the cloth from her hand and forcing the bleeding wound to her mouth to drink as much of the blood as she possibly could. Alcina - completely confused by her daughter's actions - rose from her seat to stop Daniela but the calmness of [Name's] face told her that she wasn't in danger - the young maid didn't fight as Daniela drank her blood and soon enough, the young mistress pulled away, licking the leftover blood from her lips with a smile of satisfaction on her face.

"Has your appetite been sated, Lady Daniela?" [Name] asked.

"This... This was the best blood I have ever tasted. What is your blood type?!" Daniela asked.

"To the best of my knowledge, I am AB Negative." [Name] explained.

"AB Negative? I have not heard of that blood type. I have heard A Negative, even B Negative, but never AB Negative." Alcina said with confusion in her voice.

"It is a rather rare blood type, Lady Dimitrescu." [Name] explained, "Another rare blood type - also known as the Universal Blood Type - is O Negative."

"You know a lot of blood types." Cassandra said.

"Just enough to stay alive. Never know when you might need a donor, it could just save your life." [Name] said.

"Are there anything other people in the village with your blood type? Your sisters perhaps?" Alcina asked.

"To be honest, I am not certain, Lady Dimitrescu. My sisters were not very keen on having blood work done or having examines from the village doctor." [Name] said.

"I want to taste her blood as well." Cassandra said as she rose to her feet.

"No! She is mine! Her blood is mine, too! I tasted it first, so it's mine by right!" Daniela said as she held [Name] close to her chest while hissing at her sister, who hissed back.

"You can't just hog the rare blood bag for yourself, Dani! That's not fair!" Cassandra yelled.

"Now, now, daughters. That is enough. Maid [Surname] needs to rest from allowing Dani to drink her blood. We shall deal with this situation in the morning. Maid [Surname], you are dismissed. Return to the Maid Quarters and get some rest. Your work resumes tomorrow." Alcina ordered as Dani released her grip on the girl.

"As you wish, Lady Dimitrescu." [Name] said as she bowed and walked out of the dining hall with all eyes on her.

This girl - this rare blood type - was going to be interesting to keep around.

#resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #female reader #servant reader #yandere dimitrescu family #platonic yandere

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danieyells · 5 months ago

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Taiga's mental deterioration is awful. It's terrible. To lose parts of oneself, for Romeo to lose parts of someone he loves so dearly, it's painful and terrifying and if he could make a wish with another demon he might just wish for him to be healed. He was never normal in the time that he knew him. But once upon a time Taiga spoke and looked around the world with coherency, Taiga took interest in things beyond hunger and sporadic, violent fascination. Once upon a time Taiga did more than eat and gamble and sleep in a cycle that he sometimes was very aware of.

And yet.

And yet one of the things Taiga never seemed to forget was Romeo himself. Others' faces and names faded away or never told hold to begin with, other parts of his life were gone to the neverending hunger within him, but Lulu, Lulu remained. If Taiga heard Romeo's name, even without his nickname, there was never any question who he was. His face was always as beautiful as he last saw him. His voice was always so loud and he always said too much. He was as naïve as the day they met and as greedy as he'd ever been. Taiga knew Romeo. He always knew Romeo.

It was awful, in his eyes. That whoever Taiga has been before he met him had been washed away. That Taiga could barely remember who he was and where he'd come from and what brought him joy beyond risk and profit and blood in his mouth and the presence of someone who'd stayed with him so long that Romeo used to wonder if no one had ever done so before.

And yet.

Romeo had always been a greedy bastard. No one knew that like Taiga did.

And as much as he hated to see Taiga fade into something almost beastial, the part of him he buried down tight, the part of him which would have rather cling to valuables even if they would get him killed, the vicious, hungering greed watched on with delight.

The greed held its hand out to this slowly forming monster to be sniffed and remembered and relied on and loved and wanted and needed and to be the only thing left in his head.

Part of him saw Taiga forget everything but remember him with such clarity it was as if Romeo's existence was his own and wished he could help him tear everything else away. Faster, forget faster. Forget more. Care about less.

Until all that Taiga knew or saw or desired or remembered or lived for what Romeo Scorpius Lucci.

Isn't it what he deserved? And isn't it what would make Taiga happy, too?

It was inevitable, as he saw it.

It was inevitable, as Taiga had told him he would never, ever forget him.

If Taiga ever forgot Romeo, what would be left would simply not be Taiga, and Romeo should take it out.

Perhaps Taiga had meant it as a warning, for fear that he would harm Romeo if he ever forgot his face. He had trained him to be able to hold a gun to him, to be ready to pull the trigger in case there was no recognition in Taiga's eyes and he bore teeth at him. To shoot for his heart. To think he should protect himself from whatever took over and used Taiga's face to threaten Romeo's wellbeing.

But to Romeo it was something more. Not about what would become of Taiga but who he was now.

Romeo mourned every memory and thought Taiga lost. Even if Taiga didn't care to do so, every lost bit of someone he loved so dearly was worth mourning.

And yet he watched. Closely. What was left. How much was left. How much was him--and how much was not--and how much would still be him in the end.

Someday, perhaps, if they could not reverse what had become of Taiga's mind, all that would be left for him would be Romeo. And perhaps to continue to love him and to hold him would be to take advantage of that.

But Romeo had killed and stolen and manipulated and more. He was not a man of morals, but of profits and a great deal of sickening, clawing love in the form of greed.

Perhaps someday Taiga would become empty of anything but Romeo, and Romeo would hold him and care for him and love him regardless, in spite of it, for it. Why shouldn't he love someone who thought only of him and felt only for him, whose heart beat and mind buzzed and body moved for him and nothing else? Even if Taiga's sense of self eroded, if his sense of Romeo remained what was not to be loved?

Perhaps after that he would begin to forget Romeo as well. And until then Romeo would love him and use him. Until then he was still valuable. Until then he was still Taiga.

Until he was no longer Taiga, who lived for Romeo according to the greed that made his love into a room full of gilded cages, Romeo would keep him for himself.

And the moment he stopped being Taiga would be when Romeo's heart truly broke.

And what choice would he have, before he lost more attachment to the one person who would attached to nothing but him, to use the gift he'd been given?

That attachment would be so strong, that love so intense, that there wouldn't be blood or gore or anything at all.

There wouldn't even be a world left to mourn Taiga or Romeo or to suffer an existence without them. That love, that passion, would be enough to end everything there ever was or would be in this world. Or maybe that was just Romeo's delightful fantasy, that the world would be reduced to rubble shooting off in a million brilliant directions in space because he simply loved one idiot too much.

One idiot who loved him too much.

If not for him. None of this would have ever happened. He followed Taiga to Darkwick and if he had any direction when they left he would follow him in that direction too.

And if Taiga died, who would he be if he didn't go with him?

And Romeo, in all of his greed, would simply have to take everything with them.

Everything.

#taiga x romeo #danie yells writing #danie yells at tokyo debunker #romeo scorpius lucci #taiga hoshibami #yandere romeo of a sort #i was reading something last night and this came to me and i didn't write it out then so i think it's lacking but i don't remember some #but this is the most of it lol #that if taiga deteriorated romeo wouldn't have the morals to think it's wrong to stay with him he'd just take advantage of him #he's so greedy why wouldn't he stay with someone who loved him and knew nothing but him? that's paramount to being worshipped.#he deserves it. his ego says so. his greed says so.#and the end about the explosion is a reference to a conversation between taiga and romeo i wrote lmao i should publish that too probably--

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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago

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May I request Far Cry 6? Darling is part of libertad, maybe they could be Dani’s sibling? Perhaps it could be a platonic Yandere Dani vs Yandere Castillo? (I’m trying to think of how this could tie into the winter ask but idk how 😭)

I think I understand your request... but I wasn't sure what pairing you wanted Anton so I kept him general and Dani platonic. Dani is referred to as They/Them in this.

Not fully proofread, Expect mistakes!

Yandere! Platonic Dani vs Yandere! Castillo with Dani's Sibling! Darling

Pairing: Platonic (Dani/Castillo)/Romantic (Castillo)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Violence, Murder mention, Kidnapping, Psychological torment implied, Blood, Dictatorship, Human "pet" mention, Forced companionship/relationship (Anton).

The idea of this brings so much drama.

Dani wants to protect you as you are their sibling, they've seen all the harm caused by the Castillos and that's why they've joined Libertad.

Meanwhile Anton Castillo has his own plans for you as you help your sibling rebel.

Again, Anton's obsession could be platonic... wanting to raise you better than a revolutionary... or romantic, wanting to treat you to a life of luxury by his side.

Either way he plans to make your fate a message.

Anton plans to show all the other wild dogs and lambs in Yara their place by "domesticating" you.

In any means necessary.

This is another rivalry dynamic where one yandere is protective and the other is on the offensive.

Dani's trying their best to care for you in Libertad, trying to keep you out of sight from Castillo's forces.

You're just as wanted as them... but for different reasons.

Anton Castillo is willing to kill your sibling in front of you just to teach you a message.

In fact, a lot of Anton's obsession includes psychological torment.

If you've seen half the things he's done in Far Cry 6, you'd understand.

Due to you being part of Libertad, Anton would kill your friends... family... and allies to break you down.

Then when you're left deserted in a pool of red, he'll pick you up out of the aftermath.

He'll clean you up like adopting a stray and make you his.

In Anton's eyes, having you run around with Dani makes you just as much a dog or sheep like the rest of Yara.

As your master... as a lion... Anton will make you his prized pet.

Dani doesn't even want to bring you on missions.

So many people in Yara die on the streets.

When Dani learns that Anton has put out a bounty on you to take you in alive... they begin to realize that you both are in much deeper than they thought.

Dani wants to hide you in someplace like a bunker until the Castillos are dealt with.

Dani has no clue why Anton wants you, but they don't like the idea.

Dani refuses to roll over and hand you to the Castillos... just to be shot.

So they fight, they fight for you, Libertad, and Yara as a whole.

Dani is a very soft yandere in this... in fact I always seem to write them as soft in a way.

They don't want you hurt and keep you out of danger.

They're barely even a yandere as their protective behavior seems justified.

Anton on the other hand....

By the end of this rivalry things can end two ways.

Dani wins the revolution and successfully protects you as your sibling.

Your life is slowly rebuilt and you're happy.

Anton Castillo wins?

You're dragged away from bloody and flaming carnage... your clothes torn with tears streaming down your cheeks...

All while Anton drags you into a life of luxury built on the blood of others.

He'll wash you up, dress you in white, and train/educate you properly like the pet you are.

Don't frown... this is the best for you.

Anton will treat you like his loyal dog...

In reality you're just another lamb in a lion's den.

#yandere far cry #yandere far cry 6 #yandere dani rojas #yandere anton castillo #platonic yandere dani

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liaa--qb · 1 year ago

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"WRONG DECISION" (part ll)

[ Dark yan (male) Arya x Daenerys

WARNINGS : DUB con, possessive, Dark, Yandere (male) Arya, obsession, manipulation, fingering, oral, explicit, cheating, angst

Summary : Daenerys arrives at Winterfell to rule with John but things may not go well planned as her strange brother in law takes some special interest in her, extremely special interest.

PART 2

(Would appreciate likes and share ❤️ btw I literally fancast harry gilby too for this😅 what do you think)

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Later Dinner progressed at a leisurely pace, and, thankfully, this time, John was by Dany's side. Laughter filled the air as Tormund shared humorous stories, while John's friends regaled the gathering with tales of their adventures in different places. The atmosphere was convivial, and many of the court's wives approached Dany to engage her in conversation, much to her surprise.

It seemed that things were not as challenging as she had initially feared, and perhaps, in time, they might improve even more. Sansa, however, appeared to be missing someone, evident in her restless gaze as she scanned the room and inquiring about something. Dany took notice of her and inquired, "What's the matter, Sansa? Is there a problem?"

Sansa responded with a brief smile, "No, it's just... Arya isn't present. I know it's not your concern, Your Grace. He rarely misses dinner. As his older sister, I trust you understand..."

Dany had repeatedly asked Sansa to address her by her name or simply as a sister-in-law, without the need for the formal titles, but Sansa had always maintained her overly formal tone. Only John seemed to be comfortable enough to use Dany's regular name, a fact that left her wishing Sansa would drop the formality and greet her as her sister.

"Oh, don't worry, he may be occupied with some matters. If I come across him after dinner, I'll ask him to meet you," Dany reassured Sansa with a sweet tone, her hand resting gently on Sansa's. "And there's no need for formalities with me, as I've mentioned before. I'm going to be a part of your family after my wedding with John, so I have to care for Arya as well as for all of you," she added with a warm smile.

It was true; Arya was conspicuously absent. He rarely missed these gatherings, regardless of how busy he was during the day. In fact, for the past four days, he had always been present. Dany found herself dwelling on their session earlier in the day, and this reflection made her cheeks flush. She quickly dismissed these thoughts. How could she shift her focus from caring about Arya's safety to something... something that was quite inappropriate for her to entertain ?

Unbeknownst to her, Dany's gaze had wandered in the same direction as Jorah's, though she looked down immediately upon realizing this. With dinner drawing to a close, Jorah finally approached her. "Are you well, Khaleesi?" he inquired.

Dany managed a forced smile, making it seem like everything was fine and that she hadn't been lost in thought of her brother in law though Jorah appeared somewhat hesitant, a rare pause in his conversations with her. He continued, "I hope you are getting along with the people of the North. If there is anything or anyone bothering you, you can always confide in me. You know that, right?"

Dany chuckled lightly and replied with a soft tone, assuming Jorah had been alarmed by her earlier demeanor, "No, Ser. Everything is fine here, and I'm genuinely enjoying my time."

Then, Jorah gently requested, "Khaleesi, if you don't mind, I know I'm asking my queen, but may I have a private walk with you? We haven't had the chance to talk since we arrived here." A warm smile adorned his face.

Dany felt a pang of sadness as she realized she had to decline his offer, as she had already made plans with John for some quality time together. She couldn't let this opportunity slip by, considering John's busy schedule. She did, however, feel regretful about declining Jorah's sweet request, knowing how deeply he cared for her.

"I apologize, Ser Jorah, but not today, as John and I need to discuss some important matters, particularly concerning the family. I really wished to accompany you, but John mentioned this is the only time he's available. I hope you understand, and I had no other choice." A hint of disappointment was evident in Jorah's eyes, so Dany hastened to add, "But we will certainly make time tomorrow. You, Missandei, and I will spend some quality time together. I promise."

"and I thought my queen wanted to spend more time with the Northerners and her new family. That's sad," At this, Arya's cold voice suddenly cut through, taking both of them by surprise. His voice laced with chilly disapproval, his long coat and a dagger at his side, hands neatly folded behind his back, and the customary straight-backed posture giving him a formidable appearance

"Prince Arya!" Dany gasped, taken aback by his sudden appearance. "You nearly gave me a fright."

Arya couldn't help but wear a sly smirk as he strolled closer. "Then I'd recommend getting used to it, my queen."

Dany couldn't help but notice the lack of warmth in Jorah's expression when he looked at Arya, and she couldn't help but wonder if their previous evening activity had something to do with it.

"So where did my queen wish to spend her time?" Arya inquired, standing beside Dany and glancing between her and Jorah. Dany couldn't help but notice how even his formal tone sounded more like a directive or a mere statement.

"Ser Jorah wished to spend some time with me," Dany began, her voice carrying enthusiasm. "You know, we haven't had the chance for a proper conversation since our arrival. The journey was taxing for all of us, and a leisurely stroll around Winterfell just wasn't feasible today. It will have to wait until tomorrow."

"Is that so, Ser Jorah?" Arya quizzically turned his gaze to Jorah with a straight face. "If you desired a private tour of Winterfell, you could have taken anyone. I would have happily provided a servant for your convenience. Shall I?"

Jorah met Arya's gaze unwaveringly replying"I wished to spend some time alone with Dany, like in the old days. We have important matters to discuss, particularly regarding her safety."

Arya paused, considering this. "But I thought she had planned another training session for tomorrow, which might take a considerable amount of time. I had planned to take Sansa, Bran, and her for a family outing, as my brother suggested she desires more family time." His voice held a hint of inquiry.

In that moment, Jorah cast a defeated and resigned look towards Dany, seemingly at a loss for words. Dany, attempting to defuse the tension and find a middle ground, offered a solution, saying, "No problem, Ser Jorah can join us as well." She turned her gleaming eyes toward Arya and continued, "Believe me, Prince Arya, he is like family to me. We share an exceptionally close bond, so why not include him?"

Arya, though he gave a nod, still held a challenging expression. He appeared unhappy with the decision but refrained from voicing any opposition.

"Please forgive my curiosity, but is this related to concerns about your safety, my queen?" Arya asked with a small, bemused smirk. "I mean, if that's the case, Ser Jorah, you can freely enjoy your time. When I'm with her, you don't need to worry, especially about her safety," he asserted with a sharp tone, his gaze fixed directly upon Jorah. "Her safety and well-being are now my responsibilities."

For a moment, they locked eyes, with Jorah appearing to have some unresolved issue with Arya. Dany had grown accustomed to Jorah's behaviour after spending considerable time with him.

Dany couldn't help but feel it was unjust to regard Jorah as merely another random soldier, even though Arya's intentions might not have been harmful. Jorah's loyalty ran deep, and he deserved respect equivalent to his commitment. She believed he shouldn't be discarded repeatedly, especially when his request was so modest. "No, Arya, please pardon me, but I cannot change my decision. I made a promise to Ser Jorah," Dany replied to Arya with sweetness, hoping that he would comprehend her stance.

Just then, John and Sansa joined them, their faces reflecting curiosity. Sansa exclaimed, "Arya, you came late for dinner!"

Arya explained, "Yes, I was just finishing up some work, sister. Oh, John, I need to discuss something with you. I'm glad I found you soon enough." He nodded towards John, whose arm was draped around Dany. John and Arya decided to step aside for a private conversation, with Dany grabbing John's collar for a parting kiss. Both Dany and John exchanged happy, loving glances before parting. John kissed her hand and spoke in a low, gentle voice, "I will come." With a reassuring pat on her cheek, he finally walked away with Arya.

Jorah stood still, wearing an expression of complete boredom. Sansa chimed in, "I hope Arya didn't bother you too much. Sometimes he's quite rough with his ideas and peculiarities, but there are moments when he behaves perfectly normal." She smiled briefly while glancing at both Dany and Jorah.

Dany nodded in agreement. "Of course, I can understand. We are new here, so it's natural for us not to grasp his intentions and words at times. But I can see he's young and quite sensible. How old is he?"

Jorah finally contributed to the conversation, much to Dany's relief. She had been hoping that Arya's words hadn't affected him. "The boy is remarkably well-trained with weapons, especially for his age. I must say he possesses a sharpness in his attacks that I rarely see in warriors, especially someone as young as him."

Dany responded softly, "He's doing incredibly well, considering his age and all he has endured."

Sansa added, "Yes, I know. He was just a child when he went through so much. There were times I was scared, wondering if he was even alive."

Dany looked at Sansa with a sad but reassuring smile and said, "I can understand."

Sansa replied, "Oh 18, he's almost 18, just a few days away."

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THAT NIGHT LATER

After dinner, Dany, Ser Jorah, and Sansa engaged in a lengthy conversation, which proved to be quite enjoyable for Dany. This marked the longest conversation she had ever had with Sansa, and it was a pleasant surprise. As the night grew darker and colder with each passing breeze, the landscape outside was completely blanketed in snow.

Dany couldn't deny that it had been a good day, but she felt the need for a hot bath. Her body was tired from her activities throughout the day, including her sessions with weapons, and the biting cold outside only encouraged people to retreat to their warm chambers.

Later, Missandei accompanied Dany for her hot bath. The two of them engaged in a conversation about their day and shared information about the various members of the court and their surroundings. Missandei playfully teased Dany about John, emphasizing, "I hope you had a good time with him." Dany smiled, her face lighting up, evident even to Missandei.

Missandei remarked, "I'm happy to see you smiling and enjoying yourself after the rather somber mood you've had these past few days, Your Grace." As she scrubbed Dany's arms, she continued, "Yes, you're right. Today, after a long time, I actually felt happy. Everything seemed fine. I'm realizing now that I may have been overreacting. I believe things will certainly get better in any case." Dany responded, her attention drifting as she played with the bubbles in the bathwater.

Missandei cheered her on, saying, "Yes, and there's no need to worry about John, Your Grace. You're quite fortunate; he's a truly good man. I've observed him closely. He loves you dearly and is incredibly caring." She made sure Dany was comfortable, allowing her to relax.

Dany lowered her head a bit further, resting it on the edge of the bath, and mused, "Yes, we do love each other. But I'm definitely going to tease him." She smiled mischievously while glancing at Missandei and continued, "He kept me waiting for far too long."

Missandei giggled, "Don't do that! He might become sad, thinking something like you must be asleep."

Dany nodded, "Yes, initially, he might. But then, I'll surprise him instantly. I love seeing him shocked and a little scared on such occasions, and he deserves this tonight."

Both of them laughed heartily while sharing their gossips, effectively washing away the weariness of the day.

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In the deep, enveloping darkness of the night, everyone had retired to their chambers, leaving the palace shrouded in silence. The only sounds that persisted were the thuds of the cold breezes, the gentle patter of water droplets, and the occasional crackling of the wooden logs in the fires. The palace appeared somewhat eerie in this solitude, but Dany couldn't have cared less. Her mind was elsewhere, immersed in thoughts of John and the anticipation of his arrival.

She wanted to look enchanting this night, especially for him. As she strolled through her chamber, her fingers played with one another in a state of tension.

Her gaze wandered among her finest dresses, but her eyes settled on one in particular. It was a thin, crimson gown with an impossibly deep neckline, its hem stopping just shy of her navel, adorned with delicate rose patterns. A small smile graced her lips as she selected this dress.

Nuzzling her cheek against the dress's exquisitely delicate, silky fabric, she couldn't help but ponder how destiny had never allowed her to wear it of her own accord. It was a beautiful garment, a gift given by Viserys, but she had resolved to wear it when she met her prince—the one who would save her and grant her the happiness of a loving family. Her mind drifted back to the days of her suffering and yearning, a time when she had never found the one.

But now, he is here,he stood before her, ready to take her away from her trials, the one who would love her boundlessly.

Dany positioned herself in front of the mirror, her chosen dress clinging to her body. She wondered if it would do justice to her beauty, but the thought of herself without the dress teased her even more. A devilish grin crept across her lips as she contemplated the night ahead.

Dany prepared herself with meticulous care, adjusting the neckline of her dress while gazing into the mirror. As she combed her hair, she couldn't help but think of John and how he would tenderly run his fingers through those locks, warming her with his affection. While contemplating whether to braid her hair or form it into rose-like buns, she ultimately decided to let it cascade freely.

It looked enchanting on her, yet she longed to recreate the rose bun, a style that John had often praised. Though crafting the intricate bun felt like a heavy and challenging task, she pushed herself to do it, knowing that this night was for both John and herself. She left it a bit loose so that it could be undone easily later.

Beyond the chamber's walls, heavy bricks of snow fell from the eaves to the ground outside, creating a symphony of loud, echoing cracks. To her, each sound was a harbinger of John's arrival, adding to her anticipation. She added a delicate scent from Dorne to complete her preparations.

The room was warm and inviting, a sanctuary against the biting cold outside. Despite the coziness, she found herself drawn to a blanket, wrapped around her as she sat in a chair, her thoughts filled with anticipation.

Sitting there, Dany contemplated whether she should change her cushions to something softer, but she quickly dismissed the whimsical thought with a laugh, knowing John would surely think her mad. With all her preparations nearly complete, she was now only awaiting John's arrival to finalize the evening's plans. She dashed off to lock her door securely, a crucial detail she couldn't overlook, and a part of the night she thoroughly relished.

A gift from Braavos, a bottle of special perfume was in her hand, and as she sprayed it around her room, she marveled at the captivating, almost mysterious scent it exuded. Known to leave people a bit dizzy, this fragrance was said to possess an enchanting quality, making it a favorite choice for newlyweds on their first night. As she visualized John's mockingly frustrated expression when she refused to open the door and imagined how his sweet charm would eventually win her over, she couldn't help but smile.

Seated on her bed, she waited for John, knowing that the castle gates would soon be sealed for the night. It was the hour when all work came to a halt, and if John had been anywhere outside, he would be making his way to her room. Standing beside her small window, she noticed there was no light coming from John's chambers, nor were his guards present.

It was clear he was on his way. With a sense of anticipation and excitement, she let herself lie down on her bed, closing her eyes and relishing these moments.

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Dany awoke abruptly, shaken from her brief slumber by another loud crash of ice bricks. She hadn't realized how long she had dozed off and jolted herself awake, worried that John was taking an unusually long time. Glancing around her chamber, she observed a complete absence of anything unusual, even as she peered outside her door and through the small window.

She sank back onto her bed, nervously awaiting his arrival, silently dreading the thought that he might have forgotten their meeting. She refused to entertain that idea, convinced that everything had been perfect on this day and that nothing could possibly go wrong.

However, as time continued to slip by, he still hadn't appeared. Even the wolves, she thought, would be resting now, but he was nowhere to be found. More time passed, and he still didn't come.

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Now it passed more than hour and yet he wasn’t there.

Dany lost track of time, waiting, and still, he didn't come. She accepted her fate, tears welling up in her eyes, and let herself fall into a deep sleep, seeking solace in the warmth of her blanket and silky cushions. Her weary body couldn't endure the anticipation any longer.

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Later hours a sudden, loud pounding on her door jolted her from her slumber. Dany was unaccustomed to such a clamor in the middle of the night. She wondered if John had finally arrived but soon realized that it couldn't be him. The pounding was relentless, intense, and filled with urgency.

"Who's outside?" Dany asked with a mix of curiosity and alarm. "I demand to know who's out there!"

The banging continued, growing even louder, and Dany's heart raced with each forceful thud. It felt as if the door was on the brink of breaking open. She hurried to her bed, covered herself, and grasped a small knife, ready to defend herself.

The door creaked open, and when Dany turned her eyes toward it, she found Arya standing there. At first, her racing heart slowed as she recognized him, but her shock and curiosity remained. Flustered by his unexpected presence, Dany asked with an alarmed voice, "What are you doing at this hour? You frightened me. Is there an emergency? Is everything all right?"

Arya appeared at a loss for words. "I... I, my queen, I..."

Concerned by his unusual behavior, Dany rose from her bed and approached him in much tension "What's the matter? Why are you here, and why are you acting like this? Please, say something. Your silence is making me even more anxious."

While who Arya continued to appear bewildered, gazing at her as though she were some foreign entity or a White Walker itself. Dany tried to meet his gaze, which lingered from her head to toe, particularly below her neckline, causing her cheeks to flush.

Finally, he continued in his soft, hushed voice, much to Dany's surprise. "I came to check on you. I noticed the lights were on in this room. I tried to open the door quietly, but it was locked tightly, and something seemed to be blocking it i thought," he said while glancing around at the large table Dany had placed in front of the door. "I couldn't make out the sounds clearly. At first, I attempted to knock, but when it seemed like you weren't responding, I feared you might be in danger. That's when I began banging on the door," he explained, his gaze fixed on her with intense eyes. "I apologize, my queen."

Dany finally managed to calm herself as she realized the situation. She nodded and sighed, "oh It's... it's alright. Just please don't behave like this again."

However, she noticed that Arya didn't make any move to leave her room. He stood there, gazing at her with an intense look that she couldn't help but describe as resembling 'lust' Dany followed his gaze and was shocked to see that her dress had become loose, with some threads undone during her restless sleep. It was revealing far more than it should have, and one of its straps had already slipped down her arm.

Dany felt a surge of shame as she took in her disheveled appearance and Arya's penetrating gaze. She knew she shouldn't look this disarrayed, with her hair now flowing loosely in untamed waves, her beautiful dress creased and ruffled in ways it was never intended to be. Her dress, which was already rather sheer and clingy, added to her apprehension.

She began to reach for a long woolen shawl on table, intent on covering herself and regaining some composure. But before she could do so, Arya gripped her arms firmly, preventing her from proceeding.

"Don't," he said, holding her arms gently and guiding her back toward him.

Dany's body still trembled slightly from her recent sleep, and Arya's cold touch sent shivers along her nerves. She attempted to explain, her words almost faltering, "But, Prince, it's not... It's unqueenly of me." Her sentence was cut off swiftly by Arya's response.

"No, you don't need to do that," he said, drawing her closer to him. His tone was soothing and understanding, as if he didn't fully comprehend the meaning behind his own words. "It's just me and you, and you don't need to hide anything, especially from me and I already told you this."

She sensed his fingers grazing her arms, and then she saw him whisk the shawl away, discarding it carelessly. His eyes remained locked onto hers, an unwavering connection that both unsettled and intrigued Dany. While the intensity of his gaze made her slightly uncomfortable, her own expression was something of a paradox.

For a prolonged moment, he merely observed her, his eyes traversing her features. He moved from her eyes to her neck, then down to her lips, and her chest, which rose and fell rapidly with her unsteady breath. The look in his eyes was undeniably charged with desire, and Dany couldn't ignore the fact that this was indeed a lustful stare.

Despite this, she reasoned that he was a young man, and such feelings were perhaps only natural. At least, she hoped so. The gaze wasn't entirely consumed by lust and longing, as if he viewed her as some precious and delectable fruit he wished to consume or a piece of jewelry to be won.

To alleviate the mounting tension, she decided to shift the focus and inquire about John. "Did John return? Is he safe?" She endeavored to conceal her emotions behind her words.

"Why do you always have to bring him into everything? Can't you stand on your own in Winterfell?" Dany was taken aback by the sudden shift in Arya's tone, and she gazed at him, his eyes now hardened and filled with darkness. Arya's response took her aback. His tone had shifted dramatically, and it was almost accusatory. Dany stared at him, her shock palpable. "What do you mean ?" Her voice betrayed her bewilderment.

Arya's demeanor transformed once more, but not to the same extent as before. "I didn't mean it that way," he clarified. "I only wanted to reassure you that you're not tethered to John's side all the time. Winterfell is your home now, too. You can come to me anytime if you ever need assistance. Don't you trust us?"

"No, no, my prince, I trust you completely," she reassured him, her hands gently resting on Arya's arms. "I'm not dependent on John. I was simply anticipating his return, that's all," she concluded the sentence with a tinge of sadness she couldn't conceal, her gaze lowered.

"And he didn't come," Arya replied sternly.

Dany was again taken aback by his sudden intrusion into her personal affairs. "Yes," she responded softly. "I think you should return, it's quite late." She was just about to request that Arya leave, but her words were swiftly interrupted by his startling remark.

"Sometimes I wonder, does he even deserve you? How did he manage to win you?" Arya chuckled, a sardonic grin on his face, which conveyed nothing but irritation.

This behavior was peculiar, even for Arya, and it felt like he had crossed a line that no one had ever dared to approach before.

Dany was utterly shocked by his question. "What..what ?"

"Yes, I shouldn't be saying this, but it's the plain truth," Arya replied, his voice cold and soft, his shoulders subtly shrugging. Dany found herself struggling to grasp the reality of what she was hearing. She couldn't decide whether to scold him, be afraid of him, or wonder if he was in the right state of mind, or if he was genuinely like this.

"You don't need to interfere in our personal matters, especially concerning John. We love each other deeply, and he must be occupied with his duties, as I understand as a queen myself. Besides, he's your brother," she stated, her words firm and direct, although she was trying to maintain an air of confidence.

"Really?" Arya chuckled as he stepped closer, moving in much nearer to her. She could feel his cold breath on her skin. "I didn't mean to frighten you, I promise. I love my brother too, but... he's too foolish to leave you alone like this," he spoke slowly, his tone growing smoother and more sugary.

To Dany, it sounded like a sweet threat more than anything else. His eyes were fixed on her lips, filled with desire which she was unknown to. Dany wanted him to move away, to give her some space to breathe, but he didn't budge an inch from his place.

She couldn't comprehend why his presence was so intimidating, making her hesitate to push him away or say something. If it had been anyone else coming this close to her, she would have slapped them without a second thought. But there was something about Arya that left her momentarily paralyzed.

"Prince Arya... please, it's better if you..." Her voice was barely audible, a mere whisper.

"You are so stunning, Daenerys. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Arya's voice took on the quality of a dark lullaby. Her name sounded exquisite as it left his lips. Daenerys managed to summon her strength and looked directly at Arya, who was studying her face with intense focus. She felt a fluttering sensation inside her, something she shouldn't be feeling.

There was something about his gaze that always stirred something within her. Her breath caught as she realized his fingers were gently running through her hair, loosening her locks. "Keep it open always. Why do you tie them up?" he asked softly, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. His fingers continued their journey from her hair to her cheeks. "So incredibly beautiful, so delicate, so naive..," he whispered, his fingers caressing her skin, his eyes locked onto her face.

This was undeniably wrong, completely and utterly wrong. Dany knew she should be ashamed for allowing her brother-in-law to cross these boundaries and engage in such improper actions, but the strange truth was she wasn't. Her body defied her better judgment, ached to be closer to him. She should have pushed him away, ordered him to leave, but instead, she found herself silently inviting him further, desiring to explore the depths of his cold, restrained touches. The brutal cold of the night outside only intensified her yearning to discover the warmth of his body, to see what he could do more with her.

Daenerys snapped herself out of her irrational thoughts, forcing her mind back to reality. She had become so lost in her contemplation that she hadn't noticed her back was nearly against the wall, and Arya's tall and lean frame encroached upon her, making her feel insignificant. She swallowed hard and attempted to stand straight, but it felt like everything was slipping through her grasp.

Arya gently stroked her cheeks with his hands. "You wanted to spend your special night with him, to give your all, and he just left you waiting. How sad for you," he cooed in a sweet but mocking tone. Daenerys could barely manage to speak under his touch. "No, that..that that's no..not what it was..."

The fire in room crackled tensely, mirroring the tension inside her.

"Don't lie to me," Arya's fingers began to trace the contours of her shoulders, his voice holding a mix of sternness and dark curiosity. "You sleep like this every day, wearing this.., don't you?"

"Don't lie to me," Arya's fingers began to trace the contours of her shoulders, his voice holding a mix of sternness and dark curiosity. "You sleep like this every day wearing this., don't you?"

she could only manage to stammer out, "Ye ye yesss, i..I do." Her body was melting beneath his touch, and she was unsure what kind of sorcery he was wielding over her heart.

He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear. "And this scent is used by whores in Braavos. You shouldn't be wearing it unless... you're one of them," he whispered, his fingers lazily wandering through her hair as he took his time. "How do you kn.. no, it's not..." Daenerys' words faltered, her voice trembling and her breathing heavy, unable to complete her defense. What had come over her?

With a challenging glint in his eyes, he remarked, "liar..I know it. I have quite a history with Braavos and you don't need all this. You don't need to dress like this." His fingers ventured further down her neckline, tantalizingly halting just above her navel. "You, alone, are enough. Without the dress,bare.. even more wonderful blessing," he added. In that moment, Danys was pinned against the wall, feeling as if it were the only thing keeping her from surrendering to the intense allure.

Pathetic, helpless, and devastated, she stood there. Her skin was ablaze with desire, every touch of his fingers against it making her heartbeat race as if preparing for a battle.

Arya continued in a smooth hushed tone, "Don't mind me, but I would never leave such a woman alone, even for a moment, if she were my betrothed... I would devour her every chance,every moment I get," he whispered, his eyes fixed on her face, his fingers tracing the warm contours of her cheeks.

She had completely lost herself under his touch, his intense gaze, and everything else about him. Perhaps, in her denials, she had been denying her own needs as well. Finally, she opened her eyes and realized he was too close, dangerously close, as though he was about to consume her.

Thankfully, after a sliver of light seeping in from a slightly ajar door caught her eye, her gaze landed on the wedding dress she had got from John as gift.. With all her remaining strength, she distanced herself from Arya. Moving toward the door, she swung it open wide, signaling for him to depart with a courteous smile. "I think it's too late, Prince Arya. You should return to your room. I need some rest as well."

Arya moved away slowly, a faint grin clearly visible on his face as his eyes remained fixed on her. Dany struggled to avoid direct eye contact, looking elsewhere. When he approached the threshold, he couldn't resist a parting shot, "Goodnight, my queen. It was a pleasure to see you.. like this," he said with a honeyed tone, his smugness unmistakable.

"Thank you, Prince, for checking on me. Goodnight to you as well," she replied with a forced smile. She immediately closed the door and leaned against it, her breath heavy as if she had been suffocated throughout those moments.

Turning off the lights from candles, she walked over to her bed, cocooned herself in the embrace of the soft cushions and blankets, seeking nothing but peace. She was determined to ensure that whatever had just transpired would never happen again; it had been an ordeal beyond her imagining.

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