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yandere-genji · 1 year ago

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Ahhh hi!

So, I have a request for Cassidy, Reaper, Moria, and Soldier:76 (separate, please).

What I was thinking is their darling (preferably masculine, but gn works too) goes outside while they’re sleeping. Not because they’re trying to escape, but because they just wanted to go on the porch for a bit. Darling doesn’t even think about leaving, and is surprised when the person comes running outside for them, thinking that they left.

What do you think their reactions would be? Would they be mad, understanding, not really care?

Thank you and have a good day!

(Also don’t forget to hydrate and take care of yourself)

tw: yandere, abuse

❤️‍🔥 Cassidy

The man sleeps like a log. Snores and everything, gives off a lot of body heat. It’s easy to be overwhelmed sharing a bed with him, especially on sleepless nights.

Luckily, due to his heavy sleeping, you’re able to slink out from underneath him and out the bedroom with little trouble. You’re surprised he doesn’t have other measures to prevent you from doing this.

You’re dying for fresh air, cracking open a window and resting your head in your hands as the breeze cools your skin. The desert at night is empty with stars painting the sky.

It takes some time before Cassidy notices you’re gone and he’s surprisingly cool-headed, partly because he’s just woken up.

He finds you looking out the open window, relieved that you haven’t left for good. Not that you could’ve made it very far without him.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” his arms wrap around you and presses you against his body’s musky heat.

“It’s so hot, Cass,” you whine, “I need some fresh air. Please?”

He takes you by the hand and leads you to the front door, stepping out onto the porch. You follow and sit with him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

The desert climate doesn’t make for perfect sleeping conditions, but it’s freeing. He holds you until you fall back asleep, stealing you back to bed soon after.

🖤 Reaper

Lightest sleeper, a pin drop will wake this man. Not that you would know, he keeps you in a separate room.

Did I say room? It’s more of a box, no windows or doors etc. Some toys to pass the time while he’s away. Not the most trusting yandere.

So you don’t have a lot of options when it comes to step out for a breather.

But the Reaper works at night. And when he’s off conducting Talon business, there’s no one to stop you if, say, you’ve stolen the keys to your chambers.

And let’s be honest, it’s probably not by your own merit that the keys ended up in your hands, knowing how much Reaper enjoys punishing you.

But it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You weren’t exactly looking to escape, a part of you might not have wanted to and the other couldn’t afford the consequences. But staying indoors with such minimal resources was enough to drive anyone stir-crazy.

You miss the feeling the open breeze, the sound of birds and bugs buzzing around. Anything to remind you that the world did indeed exist outside of Reaper’s hold.

You brought blankets and pillows and laid yourself down on the porch - just to enjoy the outdoors without all its discomforts. Relax to the sound of crickets chirping.

Of course, you end up asleep, and when Reaper catches you out, he’s not at all happy to find you outside your room. Before you can even process all that is happening, you’re inside your chambers again.

His shadowed tendrils hold you against the wall, “Are you out of your damned mind?”

Black smoke filled your lungs, stammering your words, “I-I’m sorry I stole the keys, it’s just- I can’t stay in here for so long.”

“You have the gall to think I don’t know what’s best for you?” he releases you, letting you fall to the floor and gasping for air, “Earn your place.”

He leaves soon after and you can’t help but flog yourself for being so bold. Maybe if you keep complying to him, he might give you that freedom. Or it’s just another carrot to hang over your head.

🧡 Moira

She has safeguards in place that prevent you from outright leaving your quarters, but you’ve mostly free range.

Moira’s obsession with you is a bit different from the other yanderes because of her experimental tendencies.

She likes to see you come undone, whether by her own hand or keeping you under the influence of some test substance. So you don’t always have your wits about you, her way of restricting you.

Rarely do you have time to clear your head, desperate for reprieve. Most days the sun is far too bright for your adulterated state, but the moonlight is that goldilocks-perfect pale glow.

Moira has security measures in place, so she knows when you’ve left the house. And when she’s notified that you opened the front door, she’s livid.

When she confronts you, you think she’s going to tear the head off your shoulders without even a word as she pulled you back inside with little resistance.

“I’ve half a mind to keep you paralyzed,” she is fuming, jaw tight.

You writhe in her grasp, “Wait, Moira, I can explain-“

Yours words come out just as weak as your body as she shoves you into her lab.

“Keep your explanations to yourself. I’ll see to it you’ll never need them.”

Looks like you’ll have to find some other way to convince her to let you outside. (Bad ending vibes)

🩵 Soldier: 76

Big spoon. Very possessive. He holds you close and his weight is crushing. Most difficult one to sneak away from in these circumstances.

Even if you try to break away, he’ll pull you back into him. You’ll need deliberation and luck on your side to slip away.

If only you could have the house to yourself. Just waste time on the living room couch, watching some TV and eating snacks. Maybe take a hot bath.

But your captor was in the next room over, the last thing you wanted to do was wake him. Best you could do to relieve your muddled mind was to get some fresh air.

Your heart is thumping against your chest. Jack’s cardinal rule is to never leave the house, and if he caught you sneaking out like this who knows what he would do to you. Still, you had made it this far, you might as well enjoy the luxury.

And as you might expect, your absence is noted almost immediately. In fact, you’re no less than a few paces from the bedroom when his hand catches yours.

“Back to bed,” he commands, all gravel.

“No,” you protest, trying to halt him with a hand on his wrist but he leads you anyway, “I don’t want to go back to bed, I can’t breathe in here.”

He turns back to you, brows knit. He leads you past the bed and releases you on a pillowed surface, behind which was an elaborate work of contraints he restrained you against. It’s a dog bed, you realize.

“This will be your sleeping arrangement until you learn how to behave.”

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cannibclheart · 6 months ago

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE MORE YANDERE REAPER! ILL BEGGG

I just started playing overwatch again LOL so this hits. Reminder, my requests are open!

cw: stalking, death/murder, confinement

— Reaper, to me, is such a scary yandere not because of what he'd do to you per say but what he would so willingly do to others. But he's a careful man, trained to be unseen and observant. He can take his time so long as the end result is the same.

— Stalking is a skill that works on more than one person. While he uses his stealth to peacefully, lustfully, watch as you sleep the same cannot be said for those who would gather around you like ants at a sugar cube. All of this is to say, he would absolutely terrify men, women, and other people who display even the slightest bit of attraction toward you. Their hands, corporal but filthy, would need to be taken.

— For example, the guy you were paired with to work on a project would suddenly have a freak car accident. One moment he's on the highway going 70mph and the next he's stopped; his brakes having failed to stop him from colliding with the barrier. Never mind the black smoke that trails along the exhaust pipe. He was due for a car repair anyway.

— Or take into consideration the girl who asked for your number in the bar. Her eyelashes flapping at you as though she were the spider and not the fly trapped in the web. She was so enamored by your laughter that she hadn't considered the drink she ordered had something extra in it to induce a heart attack.

— Every moment he is that vicious cloud of black mist is agony, but it's a pain made bearable by you. To think of anyone else with their hands wrapped around yours, or their mouth moving against your own...it could drive a person crazy if they weren't already.

— He doesn't want to frighten you, doesn't want you to come in contact with death for violence's sake, and that is why he doesn't kill the unworthy with his shotgun. To do so would leave a trail that could be traced back to you and he can't bear to imagine a life with you trapped behind bars that aren't his own.

#hc #yandere reaper #yandere gabriel reyes #overwatch #yandere x reader #overwatch imagine #cw stalking #cw death #cw murder #cw confinement

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yanderes-galore · 11 months ago

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Can I ask for a yandere alphabet for Reaper (Gabriel Reyes) from Overwatch?

Of course! Here's some more Reaper :) Written on PC instead of mobile, sorry for formatting issues.

Yandere Alphabet - Reaper

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence/Murder, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Slight sadism, Breaking and entering, Denial, Reaper watches you sleep, Brief marking mention, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Reaper tries to take his time before getting involved with you. He knows he probably shouldn't but he just can't help but watch you. Reaper primarily watches his darling so he isn't very affectionate in the physical sense.

Once he allows himself to indulge, he can be intense. However, for the first half of his obsession he is rather tame. This is due to the fact he is mostly just watching you from a distance.

The moment he decides to just take you, though... he's intense with both affection and his obsession in general.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Messy. Reaper is a mercenary, it is basically his job to take out targets. He sees it all as just a job for the most part. While he sometimes take joy from it, it's primarily just something he has to do.

He takes out those he doesn't like around you behind your back and makes it all look like an accident. He does everything he can to make it look like he wasn't involved. Things like this distract him from his feelings for you... a thing he tries to ignore before he can't take it anymore.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Reaper may mock a little bit but for the most part he doesn't. By the time he has you he has worked for this moment. So he tries to tend to your needs and learn about his feeling issue.

He cares for you and isn't entirely cold towards you. Although it is hard for him to show that at times. It's not like he's felt this way before. If he has it's been a long time since then.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Most likely. He'll try being patient but that has its limits. The moment he has you under his care, hidden by him with help from Talon, it's hard to go against what Reaper claims/says.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He isn't a very vulnerable person. He rarely opens up to you if at all and you often not know much about him or his past. He cares for you... he's just very hard to read.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed. Part of him understands, you're in an unfamiliar place and taken by a stranger. He gets that... yet part of him wishes you'd adapt quicker.

He would try to push aside your fight but sometimes just allows it to play out. Soon you'll get tired. Soon you'll realize it's pointless.

Soon... he just needs to wait a bit more.

He's good at that.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He both finds it annoying yet also enjoys chasing you down at times. He knows it's pointless as he'll find you again, but it seems you don't.

So part of him feels a bit excited at times to see you come to the realization that escape is pointless.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

It would either be the abduction or after the abduction. Before that he's just a phantom in the back of your mind. Afterwards... well he's all you ever see.

I'd personally say everything from the initial abduction to the isolation afterwards.

It scares you that the only person you can rely on is a man on the brink between life and death... one that's the embodiment of the Grim Reaper. A man who has killed before and will kill again, perhaps even for you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Reaper hasn't really thought of it. The future is uncertain. All he really knows is he wants you and tries to keep you close. He wants no one else around you... he just wants it to be the two of you.

So he'll keep it that way.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

It's really hard to read Reaper but I'd say he gets jealous. At first he finds a way to cope with it. Yet there comes a time he just doesn't care anymore and just eliminates the problem.

The last option happens closer to when he just decides to take you. His first sign of snapping.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Distant, sometimes cold. He's barely there before he takes you. When he does he tries his best to connect. He's shown to be ruthless with others, but with you he tries to be gentle.

He tries to speak to you in a deep and raspy voice. He tries to be more comfortable for you. Yet it's a struggle for the both of you.

In terms of affection it's usually just "offering protection". Although when you are more receptible he tries more physical forms of affection. Like attempts at comforting hugs... even if you go rigid against him like some corpse.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Reaper spends a good deal of time stalking you at first. He tries to ignore such desires but can't help it. Then it escalates from just watching.

He goes from watching from a distance to watching closer. Sometimes he finds himself entering your home to watch you as you slumber. Sometimes he reaches out to gently touch you. He tries to restrain himself but it's all to satiate his desires.

Unfortunately, the more he indulges, the more he wants more.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I'd say so. He is more gentle with you even if it's difficult for him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

While he is used to violence I'd say he'd isolate you from even himself. The moment he hears you begging for him to take you back, he feels you've learned your lesson. Although... maybe he is one to mark you in some way?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Nearly all of them. You're under Talon watch now.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can be very patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Probably, with a lot of time. He'd probably try to get you back though. As much as he hates the idea, he can probably ask Moira to help him if you ever died.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Probably trauma and a yearning for some sort of normalcy in his life.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He tries to give you your space. As stated before, you'll stop at some point. He's just... really bad at comforting people.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really? Unsure.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Probably none. Once you're with him you're sort of stuck.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Probably. He tries not to though. It's mostly those around you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would hunt you down until he found you if he lost you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A long time. Maybe months to a year and a half?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, unfortunately.

#yandere overwatch #yandere overwatch x reader #yandere reaper #yandere gabriel reyes

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zomb-rabbit · 7 months ago

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HIIII !!!

this is my silly writing centric blog where i write fics, headcanons and lil blurbs :)) i take both sfw and nsfw requests, but pretty please check out my rules/preferences/who i write for below before requesting!! thank u for stopping by <3

requests are ; open !!

Masterlist is under construction atm !!

who i write for :

EverymanHYBRID

HABIT

Evan Myers

Marble Hornets

Tim Wright

Masky

Brian Thomas

Hoodie

Creepypasta

Toby Rogers

Eyeless Jack

Jane the Killer (fem/gn reader only)

Nina the Killer

BEN

(i'm also cool with writing for any poly creeps/mh/emh x reader relationships :))

Overwatch

Cole Cassidy

Ashe (fem/gn reader only)

Reaper / Gabriel Reyes

(this includes the Blackwatch era! just lemme know, without specifics I'll assume it's current era)

Marvel / X-Men

The Worst Wolverine

X-Men movies Wolverine

Deadpool

requesting preferences :

let me know if you want the reader to be masc, fem or gn, and if you're wanting nsfw I'd appreciate if you want an amab or afab reader as well :)

feel free to send super specific stuff !! if you have an idea in your head you really like but you're not sure how to write it yourself or anything like that, i'm soso down to do my best, i just need those details !!!

if you're going on anon, i think the different emojis for everyone are really fun :) i've always loved it on my previous fic blogs

requesting rules :

nothing pregnancy or breeding related, so very sorry ik that's a lot of y'alls jam 😞

nothing with a child reader or where the characters are parents

no extreme or bathroom kinks

no non/dubcon or cnc

nothing to do with the whole yandere shabang- i can do stalking and creeper tendencies but that kinda stuff isn't really my thang

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carmensbrain · 20 days ago

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🌟seize the sol, as they say!🌟

Carmen/Carma 🎀 (she/her)

REQUESTS: CLOSED!!

Heya! I’m new to writing on tumblr so here’s my little intro!! ♡

Will write! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

-fluff

-angst

-scenarios/head cannons!!

-fem x masc

-fem x fem

- X fem! readers!!! ^O^

Wont write ( •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

-nsfw!! I can do drabbles but nothing that explicit sorry!

-yandere/dark/dead🕊️ I can’t write anything like that for my own mental health and I don’t want to engage with it :[

-Masc x Masc as a woman I don’t think I should be writing for mlm as I don’t know how male attraction feels and I wouldn’t be able to accurately portray it sorry :(

- X masc! Reader I can’t write male readers, idk how y’all’s brains work and I don’t wanna

Fandoms/characters below cut!!

✧= priority

꩜= last pick

Overwatch

-Cole Cassidy ✧

-Gabriel Reyes/Reaper ✧

-Hanzo Shimada

-Genji Shimada

-Hana Song/D.Va

-Lúcio Correia dos santos

Call of duty: modern warfare

-Philip Graves

-Simon “ghost” Riley ꩜

-Kim “Horangi” hong-Jin

-Kyle “gaz” Garrick

Creepypasta/Marble hornets ꩜

-Tobias Rodgers/ticci Toby

-Natalie Ouellette/Clockwork

-Jane Richardson/Jane the killer

-Brian Thomas/hoodie

-Tim wright/masky

-Alex Kralie

Detroit become human

-Connor

-nines

-Gavin reed (if you ask nicely..)

-Kara

-Marcus

Misc

-Simon Henricksson (cry of fear)

-Dirk/Dave Strider (Homestuck)

-Hawks (my hero academia)

-Captain Curly (mouthwashing) [pre crash only]

-Leon S Kennedy (Resident evil 4)

More coming soon…

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spazzingcookies · 2 years ago

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Is there an x reader discord server with some fandoms, or do I need to make it myself? Like come on I need x reader ideas. Rps too!!

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sicklysticky-honnebee · 5 years ago

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Ah, Valentine’s Day!

A day filled with love confessions and gift giving, and by far the most yandere-potential.

Let's see how a few of our dear Yanderes decide to express their undying love for you on this romantic of days, shall we?

Reaper

💖Something thoughtful and from the heart, like a sweater he knitted for you himself

💖 He'd never admit to making it of course, just stands there, dead silent, with it folded neatly in his hands, waiting anxiously for you to accept it

💖 You'd really rather not, too unnerved by the fact that he somehow seemed to have already known your exact measurements, but you cave eventually, if only to get him to stop looming over you like a gargoyle

💖 You slip it on just to appease him, but he'll ghost away without some much as a comment. The sweater is a perfect fit (no surprise there) but there's a tightness in your chest because you swear you can still feel his eyes on you, watching you from somewhere you can't see

Mercy

💖 a free flu shot lol

💖 While she does care about your health, she has a much more romantic way of showing it

💖 I'm talkin candle lit baths with rose petals in the water, wine and chocolates, and all manner of sweet scented products to get your skin feeling baby-soft and your nerves nice and relaxed

💖 Of course, she had to slip you a lil something to get you in the bath in the first place, but what does that matter now! You're as calm as ever, all slumped against her, not fighting as she runs her hands across your body, so there's really no harm done. You're exactly where you're supposed to be

McCree

💖 I'm a firm believer that he's a practical gift giver, so his first instinct is going to be something he can do for you, like fix the leaky shower head in your house

💖 Although how he knew it as leaking in the first place, and how he managed to get into your house to fix it you aren't certain

💖 But it's safe to say he'll be waiting for you when you get home, already down to his drawers and ready to give you a firsthand demonstration of his handiwork

Genji

💖 A little scrapbook with photos and mementos of your first year together

💖 You recognize most of the pictures, remember him asking you to pose for them, but the further back you go the more unfamiliar they become

💖 Something's off about them, you can't quite figure out what, but you're always facing away from the camera

💖 It isn't until you reach one of the very last pages that you realize just what's made them so unnerving- they were taken long before you even met Genji, and far too many of them from inside your own house...

Brigitte

💖 Matching promise rings that she forged herself

💖 Etched on the outside of the shiny silver band are delicate and intricate patterns, and on the inside, words of her undying love

💖 She purposefully made it just a hair too tight for your ring finger so that once she slips it on for you, you're going to have a hell of a time ever getting it off again

Baptiste

💖 A Valentine's day brunch in a cute little bistro

💖 He'll get you anything and everything you want from the menu, which seems like a sweet gesture until he insists on feeding you each bite himself, even long after you claim to be full

💖 The look in his eyes as he offers you each spoonful sours any sweetness that might be on your tongue, especially when he flags down a waiter to order another helping just to take home

D.va

💖 An ever classic date out on the town

💖 She'll take you places like an arcade where she can show off and win you prizes and a sweet shop where you can get snacks to share, all while holding your hand throughout the whole night

💖 You'd think it would be the perfect opportunity to escape, being out in the open, but the grip she's got on you is so tight- manicured nails digging into your skin and nearly cutting off all circulation- that you wouldn't be able to get five feet away from her if you tried

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theyanderespecialist · 2 years ago

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Base Yandere Reaper Headcanons: Mental Warfare

#Headcanons #Yandere #Overwatch #Reaper #GabrielReyes #YandereReaper #YandereGabrielReyes #YandereOverwatch

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, I am here with a new chapter and in this chapter, it is base headcanons for reaper so I can prep for his request. Please enjoy this chapter, and thank you for your patience.]

Side note this is reaper not when he was Gabriel Reyes. If you want base headcanons of Gabriel Reyes as a yandere before he became reaper comment.]

-Base Yandere Headcanons with Reaper.

.Reaper is a lost man.

.He lost himself and now is a new version of himself.

.He lost most of his compassion and softness when he became Reaper.

.With you he falls for you hard knowing you are the love of his life.

.He will very much stalk you for months, even years. Watching and waiting.

.If you have a family he will make ways for your partner and possible children to be eliminated without you connecting it to him.

.He is going to be your partner and the love of your life.

.You will be the parent to HIS Children.

.He still has the same big family values he had, had in his human life.

.In which he wanted a family a large one at that.

.He will make a family with you may you are able to carry kids or not.

.He is not the softest yandere.

.Would physically restrain you, drag you along and pin you down.

.He is not a nonsense-taking type of yandere.

.He is no-nonsense do as he says cause you are his and he knows what is best for you.

.You clearly do not know what is best for you, at least in his eyes.

.His confession happens after kidnapping you.

.He is not going to let you get away from him so it is safe to tell you how he feels

.He would physically restrain you and carry you off home.

.He will punish you most likely with spankings and overstimulation if he deems that it is needed.

.Breaking you down psychologically to build you up is one of his main tactics against you.

.He will not lash out at you in anger by hitting you but will grab you by the throat and squeeze a bit.

.He deals with rivals easily, by killing them.

.He knows when he needs to get rid of them and how to do it.

.He can get away with it very easily.

.He is a bit romantic and will do his best to romance you and keep you by his side.

.It is the small things in which he takes care of you, the sweet words, snuggles, or him making your favorite meal.

.These things are small but slowly they break you down that he does care.

.He breaks you down until you accept his love. He had done full-on mental warfare.

.And he did win.

."I know this is not ideal, but I do love you and I promise you, you will be so happy with me. I will make it so."

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed it and stay sexy!]

#yandere #yandere Overwatch #yandere gabriel reyes #yandere headcanons #headcanons #base headcanons #overwatch #overwatch gabriel reyes #overwatch reaper #reaper #yandere reaper #reaper x reader #gabriel reyes x reader #gabriel reyes #reader #gender neautral reader

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elianas-cozycorner · 4 years ago

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𝓜𝓬𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓮, 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻, + 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓻𝓪𝓽 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭-𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

Author’s Note: Once again, this is a very old request which I decided to fulfill in order to give my blog new material and to honor old promises. I’m quite sentimental as it were, so I hope if the people who requested these see them they enjoy the read. Also, no gif for this head-canon page. I didn’t feel like it would fit in well.

Please not I do not condone yandere-like behaviors, nor the manipulation of others. This is purely for fictional purposes.

Request: “Alright, just do general yandere hc for McCree, Jamison, and Gabriel. Write whatever is comfortable for you to begin with.” - Anon

Rating: 17+ (Teen+ for Ao3); 3rd person, gender neutral

Warning: Mentions of Violence, possessive & controlling behavior, mention of being held against one’s will, etc. Please proceed with caution or avoid reading if you are sensitive to these things.

Word Count: 718

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Jesse would be the doting and silently dangerous type of yandere. One moment, he’s very caring and catering to his muse’s needs and the next he’s breaking something in anger.

He tries not to upset his “little dove”, as he calls them, but sometimes they push the wrong buttons or get on his nerves.

Jesse is the type of person who, if he were to take someone against their will, would easily become the object of Stockholm syndrome.

He cannot keep his hand off, always needing that physical contact and reassurance.

He’s good at getting what he wants, from using a caring, genuine persona to poking at old wounds and antagonizing his muse.

Jesse constantly finds excuses to be near them, if he doesn’t live with them or keep them at home.

He is not the stalker type, being very blunt and obvious about his wishes and presence. He tries to be friendly and approachable as much as possible, genuinely believing his actions to be normal and just.

Never leaves his muse completely alone. Jess would be there when most and least expected, though not always in person. He’s quite good at surveillance techniques.

He doesn’t usually pose much of a threat to anyone, but he will not hesitate to make his anger or distaste known.

It is not pretty when he starts to break things or cut off his muse’s contacts. He wouldn’t kill anyone, simply break some phones, pay people to delete emails, etc.

Very good at making his muse feel both isolated and alone when he needs to.

Jesse is very emotionally manipulative.

Ｒｅａｐｅｒ

Unlike Jesse, Gabriel is dangerous in every way.

He would not let his muse roam around, preferring to be the type of yandere who takes control of every and any situation. He would quickly find an excuse for his muse to move in with him and then, soon after, a way to keep them there.

Gabriel is both a physical and emotional threat, easily shifting blame onto his muse even when they are not the guilty party. He doesn’t hesitate to make them feel small and useless, liking their dependence on him.

Physically, he almost never follows through with his threats, but he often makes his muse think that another step out of line will come at the cost of pain.

Prefers the use of softer, less intense methods of punishment on his muse, however. He may have a controlling, manipulative nature but he still believes he cares for his muse.

While he may stalk his muse at first, even leaving notes or gifts of affection, he takes the first opportunity he can to obtain the person of his obsession.

He stalks family members and friends, ensuring everything is in order all hours of the day.

He is discrete in his movements and actions, making sure his muse has daily contact with the outside world and those close to them. He can’t afford someone ruining their connection and relationship, no matter how much he doesn’t like the idea of sharing.

Much more intense about surveillance than Jesse.

While he’s not willing to show love and pure adoration easily, he expects it from his muse.

Ｊｕｎｋｒａｔ

Jamison is much more distanced than either McCree or Reaper, preferring to observe and love from afar.

He can’t have his muse hurting themself around his projects and explosives, so having them close to him wasn’t an option.

He would be very good at keeping things controlled from afar. Well placed letters of adoration, small gifts, and anonymous food deliveries always kept his muse guessing who he was and drew their attention from the “stalker” possibility.

Equally strategic threats and promises of hurt would ward off an potential threats to his relationship with his muse, including family and friends.

Despite being called a lunatic and an empty-headed fool, Jamison is smarter than most people. He would cover his tracks and plan everything out to the t to avoid mishaps.

Jamison would definitely be the kind of person to stalk out in the open, dressing and acting the part of a normal citizen so he could get closer to and interact with his muse in public.

In the shadows, he definitely is the type to take photos and create albums of “moments” he’s shared “with” them.

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yandereaffections · 4 years ago

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Scary movies

This man is up for anything his darling might want to do on this spooky halloween night, even if that means doing the activity that's most likely to put him to sleep

Can you blame him though? With his love all cuddled up within blankets against his chest on the couch in a dark room with only the tv for light how could Gabriel not fall into a tranquil sleep? Your gonna have to keep him up through the begining of the movie when it's the most predictable so you can show him the more interesting points of the show later, make sure you poke him in the side of his stomach every so often to keep Gabriel awake, he's squirmish and might become bitter that this is your way to keep him focused on the tv but all is forgiven once you give him kisses

Reyes may not scare easily but he definitely enjoy how you do, laughing a bit at the little flinch and yelp you make and not wasting a second to pull your head into his chest protecting you from the monster on the screen

Doesn't really mind how paranoid you may become after the movie when it's bedtime, he'll leave the hallway lights on and accompany you to the bathroom as much as he needs to, but the moment you wake him in the middle of the night for comfort from a nightmare best believe he's just going to drown you in his arms, only slightly grumpy while placing kisses along the top of your head.

No monster can get you to when your all wrapped in his hold, and if they try you know he'll rip them to shreds before they have the chance to touch the hair on your pretty little head

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youre-in-my-sights · 5 years ago

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W augh ok Gabe and v shy s/o who I s just. Frail, tiny, v nice, and can and will cry at any given time w/ partner who Gabe considers to be unworthy of s/o?

(I hope that by Gabe you meant not Reaper)

When Gabe first met you, it was because of your initiation into the Soldier program, However you did not meet the soldier criteria. you were short, skinny, and too emotional, a mix of traits that landed you an office job instead.

Gabe was just trying to be friendly, welcoming a new face to the base. His friendliness quickly became fondness, which quickly became a borderline obsession. Over time, and through extended contact with you, he has learned that you are in a relationship. A relationship he highly unapproves of. You have bruises and scars on your arms and a small cut under your eye. When asked about it, you quickly evaded, which only made Gabe more suspicious.

Once you were sure Gabe was out of your little office you called your boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't quite gone yet.

"Where the hell are you," blares from the phone speakers.

"Don't shout," you say just above a mumble. "I'm still at work. Getting settled in is taking longer-"

"You said it would be over in a few hours! It's 7 at night! You have the only housekey!"

"What happened to the spare i gave you?"

"You raising your voice at me, punk?"

"N-no! No sir...I'll be home as soon as possible..."

Your boyfriend hung up on you. Gabe peeks around the corner and sees you with your head in the palms of your hands. He sees all the stress your relationship causes you in that one action, and it's enough to make his blood boil something fierce.

The next day, Gabe is all over your record. Where you're from, where you live, and with whom you live with. He apparently learns that your boyfriend has had a few charges of domestic violence and a record of domestic abuse. Just the thought of him laying his hands on you made Gabe so, so much more angry.

You arrive at your new office with more things to unpack and got to it. As you were, Gabe was already out for blood.

Your boyfriend was getting ready for whatever job he had. The walls of your house were littered with holes that he walked by and chuckled at.

Just when the front door is opened, Gabe sends a powerful punch into the man's abdomen. He hunches over in pain as he tries to catch his breath. Gabe takes his collar and drags him outside. Once the man starts squirming to his feet, he sends another punch to his stomach.

"Who....the fuck...are you," he says as he desperately tries to suck in air. "And why the...fuck. are you here...?"

Gabe sends his boot into the man's chin. Blood and teeth fly away from his face. The man uses one arm to cradle his face and the other to crawl away.Gabe's boot then comes craching onto the man's arm with an audible snap. The man howls in pain and begins to cry. Gabe rests his boot at the back of the man's head.

"Doesn't feel so good, does it," Gabe begins coyly. He presses his boot harder against his head when he doesn't answer.

"DOES IT?"

"No," the man spits out, as well as more blood.

"Y/N doesn't deserve you," Gabe continues. "He's a very nice person with so much to give. You don't even see it, do you?" His boot is grounded into his head more. Theres a short silence before the man's eyes widen. He now knows what this is about.

"I....I-" more pressure is added to the man's head.

"I know you don't see it. You just took the smallest available man you could find to work out your anger on, knowing they couldn't fight back." Gabe leans closer to the man's ear while doubling the pressure on his head.

"Shoe's on the other foot now, isn't it?"

"Yesh," the pinned man says quickly, hoping Gabe doesn't apply more pressure to his head. "I'm sorry-it won't happen again-"

"I know it won't."

A loud snap and splattering noise is heard as Gabe puts his full weight and strength on the man's skull. Gabe stands there for a while to realize what he's done and how much he enjoyed it. Perhaps the birth of a bad habit?

Once he disposes of any mess and forged some sort of break up note, he's headed back to work to wait for everything to unfold. He knows that once you read the note you'll be devastated, and He'll be there as a shoulder to cry on, and you'll be one step closer to being his.

All he has to do now is wait.

#yandere overwatch #yandere reaper #yandere gabriel reyes #yandere gabe reyes #reaper x male reader

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yandere-genji · 2 years ago

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yes and yes!!!!!! mama mia this is that good yandere shit 👌

The season was coming to an end, most classes had already finished their final exams and all of the sports had finished their respective playoffs. Gabe was lauded as the school hero, having achieved another victory for thanks to his unparalleled ability. But he could care less about all that. He had heard the same accolades being applauded at him ad nauseum. To the point that he would just ignore strangers who seemed only interested in congratulating him. It was a chore, but he did enjoy having his name on the tongue of everyone in the school.

It made him wonder what you thought of him, then. When he brought home the glory and was renowned as a hero. Did that make you adore him? Were you so busy that you couldn’t stop by and say your praises for him? Or did you insist on the delusion that you hated him, even when your knees buckled every time he embraced you… He longed to see your face when someone spoke his name. He wanted to know what you first thought at the sound of it. That burning feeling inside of him ignited, that insatiable need to have control over your life again.

Gabe knew he wanted to see you, desperately, in fact. The last thing on Earth he wanted, however, was for you to know just how badly he needed that. So, he was content to watch from afar. Covered in black from head to toe, he followed you around campus throughout the day. He rose early, eager to find you scampering to your locker as you organized yourself for the coming classes. You were like bouncing bunny, springing along with dutiful purpose. Always seemed so sweet and innocent, but you weren’t so simple and certainly tried to stand up for yourself when need be. It was futile, but undeniably adorable and he loved that feeling of breaking your fragile resolve.

It was difficult to watch you during lunch, however, when you met with your friends. Those who he recognized he surmised to be no good for you, and those who he didn’t recognize made his blood boil. To think some random could just pop up into your life, no achievements, nothing remarkable about them. Yet here he was, having to watch you from a distance because you rejected him. Him. He outclasses all of your friends and had the strength to force you to do as he willed, yet he was nice enough to allow you freedom. And still you denied him? He was in a constant battle with his sickest impulses out of respect for you and this is how you repay him? He often thought of dragging you away from your friends, taking you to the nearest bathroom and having you prove to him that he’s the only one you need.

And he might’ve, too, if not for his favorite part of the day, watching you walk back to your dorm. He was in sync with you, then. The two of you walking almost together, the same trajectory. He imagined walking by your side, you tucked under his arm and staring up at him with the same fondness with which he stared at you. Your bright smile that you flashed whenever your friends told a terrible joke void of any humor. If he had you like that, he thought, he would have you as giddy as a schoolgirl. If only you had been his when he had won the big game, running up to him as he lifted you into the air in celebration. Fuck, he wanted so terribly that attention from you, your devotion. It stirred a beast inside him that could only be tamed by you.

When you stepped into your dorm room, vanishing from his sight, he couldn’t help but to just stare for a moment longer. Trying to visualize you standing there and looking back at him. Smiling, waving, motioning for him to come inside. He would kill to follow you into that room, pin you against the wall as you relinquish yourself to him, beg him to take you. And if he could just walk into your dorm now, have you take care of his throbbing cock, he would want for nothing else in this world.

For weeks, he had continued to follow you. Cycling through those same emotions, growing evermore desperate by the day. Still, he stayed back and constantly planned on how he was going to make you his. What he was going to do to win you over. He wanted it to be perfect, for you to see him how he truly was and the value of having him. He was your protector, the only man in the world that could provide you with everything you could ever want, and he needed you to see that.

You were on your way back to your dorm, going through your notes from the semester. You scanned through stacked of papers to figure out what you would and would not need for the future classes. While rummaging through your notes, you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. Turning your attention towards the sound, you lifted your head to meet the eyes of Baptiste as he walked beside you.

“Oh, hey, man. What’re you doing here?” you asked, not sure why he would be headed toward your dorm.

“Not much,” he began, “actually, I was hoping to find you here.”

“Oh? How did you know I would be here?” you questioned.

“Angela told me you just finished class,” he grinned at you and readjusted his posture so he stood upright, “Hey, you remember that project we did together? In Lit?”

“Yeah, I remember,” you nodded, “about the influence of relationships in Hamlet, I think.”

“Yes!” he gleamed in recognition, “that’s what it was! Man, what a shitty class, right? But it was kinda fun, you know, hanging out together. Maybe we should do that again sometime?”

“Oh,” puzzled, you trailed your voice, “like with Angela and everyone?”

“Well, I was thinking more about me and you. Just me and you,” he leaned in a bit closer, “Like a date?”

You pulled back, holding you books close to your chest, “A date? I’m sorry, Baptiste, I’m not really looking to date anyone at the moment.”

“That’s fine,” he kept his smile, “maybe we can get into something a little more casual, then?”

You laughed awkwardly, contemplating how to wiggle yourself out of this situation, “Oh, nothing like that, either. Sorry, I’m not interested.”

“Oh, come on, I didn’t take you for that type,” he said with a chuckle.

“What? What do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion.

“Didn’t take you for the type to play hard to get, that’s all,” he replied.

“No, I’m certainly not the type to do that,” you scoffed at the implication, “because when I say no, I mean no.”

“Really? Then why did you bend your ass over in front of my face when you ‘dropped your pencil’?” he asked, using air quotes to emphasis his point, “Or do you get off on being a tease?”

“Don’t be such a creep!” you were starting to raise your voice, obviously distressed.

“Hey, calm down, you’re not a victim in this. You totally led me on,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“Whatever you think happened when we were working on a school project, just forget it. I’m not interested, so just leave-“

Before you could finish, Baptiste knocked your books out of your arms, scattering papers all along the ground, “Whatever, bitch.”

In an instant, Baptiste was thrust against the brick wall of the campus building by a tall, hooded figure who held his arm against Baptiste’s throat. His eyes widened, fingers clawing at the forearm that was choking him.

“You got a fucking problem, kid?” a deep, hoarse voice spoke and you immediately recognized it as Gabe’s. Both you and Baptiste didn’t make a sound, too stunned at the sudden action. Gabe released his hold from his neck and Baptiste panted for air.

“Hey, man, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble,” he looked to you, “I had no idea you two knew each other.”

Gabe threw him against the wall again, “Funny how your tone changes up now that I’m here, not so tough now, are you?” he grabbed a fistful of Baptiste’s shirt, keeping him in place.

“I said I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just fucking around,” he exclaimed, tugging at Gabe’s wrist to free himself.

Unamused, Gabe released him, shoved him against the wall and scoffed, “Come on, you’re not going to win anyone over with that attitude. Fight me like a man”

Baptiste collected himself, dusting some debris from his shoulder, “You think you’re so fucking tough just because you’re some football star, huh? Fine, show me what you got, Reyes.”

Sooner than you could even realize what was happening, Gabe’s fist collided with Baptiste’s cheek with an audible thud. He caught himself and swung back, but it was immediately intercepted and met with another jab to the gut. Baptiste coughed a spray of red mist on impact. Then, Gabe twisted his arm behind his back, throwing him against the wall. You gawked in horror, frozen in place.

“That was no fun,” Gabe let out a breathy chuckle and pulled Baptiste to the ground, he kneeled over the man and sighed, “Tired already?”

“Fuck you,” Baptiste propped himself up on his elbows, arms shaking as he put his whole weight on them.

If you could overcome the instincts that kept you paralyzed in place, you would jump in between the conflict to stop them. Do something, anything to break them up, deescalate the situation. But you just stood still, eyes wide, mouth agape, limbs shaking. You didn’t even have the strength to run and get yourself out of the situation.

Baptiste stood up, slightly crouched and fists held tight. Again, he went to strike Gabe, aiming for his side. Gabe didn’t even need to block him, he simply stepped aside away from the weak punch. Baptiste was in no shape to keep fighting, he had been left disoriented and bloodied from just two hits. Tutting in disapproval, Gabe patted him on the shoulder and pushed him aside causing him to stumble.

“Jesus, that’s just sad,” Gabe spoke as he sauntered past, “You should get lost before anyone sees you looking so pathetic.”

“You’re a fucking creep, man,” Baptiste looked towards you while wiping sweat and blood from his lips, “You can thank your boyfriend, I got the fucking message.”

Your lips shook as you struggled to speak. You wanted to apologize, offer some sympathy. You didn’t mean for this to happened. Baptiste had been decently nice to you until this point and even when he wasn’t, you didn’t want to see him hurt like this. He needed help, but you couldn’t move and truthfully feared any action would provoke Gabe. So you just stood there, looking like a fool as tears dampened your red face.

If looks could kill, Baptiste would’ve struck you both dead that instant as he got up on his feet and limped away. And you were too weak to follow after him and make sure he was ok. You looked up at Gabe, still the tall, arrogant asshole you always knew him to be. Stray curls of his black hair stuck to his sweaty face, but other than that he was spotless. The gleaming image of a man undefeated.

“You can close your mouth, now,” he said, walking your way, “you look like a fish out of water.”

Your lips shut together and you hugged your notebooks even tighter as he approached, only stopping when he was so close that his hot breath warmed the air around you. Looking up at him was like staring into a starry night sky, becoming all too aware of your own insignificance. His hand cupped your face and he squeezed your cheeks with a forceful grip.

“Don’t you think I deserve some sort of thanks for protecting you?” he asked, eyes scanning your expression.

“Wha-what?” you spoke, in a tone both incredulous at his entitlement and still breaking from your stunned state.

He lowered himself so that his eyes were level with yours and lips just inches apart, “Do you need me to teach you the same lesson I taught your little friend?”

Before you spoke, you nodded frantically, “N-no, no, I just-“

“I don’t want to hear excuses,” he interrupted, “you’re in my debt, the least you could do is thank me for bothering to give you my time.”

“Thank you,” you spoke in a voice just above a whisper.

His lips crashed into yours while his iron grip on your jaw kept you in place. The wetness of his tongue provided him enough lubricant to access the inside of your mouth, and he eagerly invaded every inch of your tongue. You whimpered into him in deviance, but it only made his hold on your tighter and choked any more noise from leaving you. He pulled away from you with that same aggression.

“I have a reputation to uphold, you know,” he said, “Don’t make anymore trouble for me.”

“Fine,” you agreed, simply wanting to leave the embarrassment you had been subjected to.

He dropped his grip from your jaw and looked into your eyes, as if to warn you against disobeying him, “I’m walking you home.”

You didn’t protest, just complied and walked by his side. Neither of you spoke, but your mind ran rampant with questions, trying to wrap your mind around what happened that night. Was Baptiste okay? How badly was he hurt? And why was Gabe there? What did he intend to do with you? You couldn’t help but think that there was more than meets the eye with Gabe than you realized. Though you wanted to know, you kept your mouth shut and did as he asked lest you end up a bloody mess on the pavement.

#yandere overwatch #dark overwatch #yandere x reader #yandere #gabriel reyes #yandere gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #dark gabriel reyes #reaper #yandere reaper #dark reaper #reaper x reader #college au #overwatch au

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cannibclheart · 2 years ago

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hey there! could you write some yandere/obbsessive or whatever you feel comfortable with writing reaper (ow) x reader thank you love! - 🪐

This is so late but I’m older and not that much wiser. Let’s go! To those reading the author’s note up here, please feel free to send me more requests. Winter vacation is coming and I’m eager to write :)

cw: stalking, home invasion mention, self-gaslighting

Despite all evidence pointing to the contrary, a man's hunger does not dissipate with death.

Flesh will melt off the bone just as oil sits on top of water, but the soul, the part of a human that desires without abandon, is harder to dissolve. Reaper has spent a lifetime stitching the corroded parts of his soul back onto his rotting corpse. You see the efforts in his gnarly hands, blooded and beaten beneath his gloves; his back, scarred over from foreign objects designed only to harm; his face, twisting only resentment. His designs are wasted, it is a study in futility, and yet —

his ambition, the hunger inside of him has only grown in size. Perhaps Gabriel Reyes knew of hunger but Reaper has been consumed by it.

— The question remains, could a thing’s appetite be satiated by the mere sight of you? An answer: for a time. It does not take long for a want to become a need, and the thought of touching your face, scorching your skin with his own iron hot grasp, is too tempting of an idea to forgo.

— Reaper is a huge stalker. He knows more about you than you realize the first time you meet. Your eating habits, your laundry day, your current path to and from work — he knows it all. And what he doesn’t know, or can’t seem to glean, he’s asked Sombra to help gather (a steep price to pay, but anger pairs well with irrationality and there is seldom a moment where he feels sane when thinking about you.)

— Things go missing in your home at an alarming rate. A pair of socks is expected. A spoon not yet washed off is hardly noticeable with an increasing pile of dirty dishes. A polaroid picture of you and your friends is more careless than you could ever be. It horrifies you.

— At that point, you don’t feel safe in your home. Of course, you make complaints to the police, to your friends, to your co-workers, but nothing ever escalates from that point forward and later you’ll realize you lulled yourself back into a false sense of security. Gaslighting yourself into thinking you’re more forgetful than you are. “Maybe I really did misplace that photo. It could have fallen and I never picked it up.” You never find it, of course you don’t because you never misplaced it, but it’s easier to think about your paranoia as a figment of your own imagination than something that wants to harm you. (He doesn’t want to harm you, that’s the truth, he just can’t help himself.)

— Even before you grew anxious of an invisible doom, he would watch you sleep. Would watch you toss and turn at night, frightened by some nightmare or another. These occurrences only increased as the nights wore on and you would frequently wake up with scratch marks on your sides, on your thighs, at the hollow junction of your neck. You rationalized it was your attempt at waking yourself up from whatever was that was chasing you. You hadn’t even considered the thing you might be running away from is the thing you cling onto in moments of fear. He feels closest to you in moments like those; where you too are trying to escape the confines of your own skin, piecing yourself back into reality as though violence was only needle to do so.

— It’s not that Reaper intentionally wants to horrify you, but he can’t deny himself the admission that he likes it. He can’t stop thinking about the way your voice faintly shook when describing the details of the theft (it’s more of a home invasion actually, Reaper had stolen your shirt while you were in the bathroom. He was there, he always is.) He wonders what you might look like with tears in your eyes, if you would seethe at him in disgust or if you would pity the thing he’s become. Ether way he’s irredeemable. He can’t be saved, the rot has grown too deep.

#hc #yandere reaper #yandere gabriel reyes #overwatch #yandere x reader

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whatzaoverwatch · 5 years ago

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The Reaper of the Opera Chapter 12: Into the Lair

*intense organ music plays in the background*

First Prev Final

“Please, let me go!” You cried to your captor.

Words falling short as he dragged you along. Eyes facing ahead while he lurked through the darkness. Smoke dancing across your dress, brushing against the material as if it caressed you. His grip on your wrist tightened, his gloves digging into your skin. Thankfully, he did not wear the sharper pair, otherwise he would make you bleed. But you knew he wasn’t worried about bruising your skin at the moment. Following the passageway he took you long ago into his home. Falling into the darkness once more as you feared. Struggling against his hold, you tried to halt his movements by the heel of your laced boots.

“Gabriel-“

Your shouts were silenced by the slip of the name. Roughly pinning you against the stone wall, red eyes drilling into yours. His teeth bared like a beast, towering over your form. The light of his torch showing you his features within the darkness. Reminded of what you had revealed before the opera company and what he kept so hidden.

“Don’t even say that name!” He barked at you. Seething from your actions, watching you try to resist, “I tried to give you mercy, as you did to me in the graveyard. But you have pushed your luck. If you will not take me into your light, then I shall drag you into the darkness.”

Pulling you upwards, he had enough of your squirming. Lifting you from the wall to carry onto his shoulder. Causing you the shriek and beat your fists against his backside. Ignoring your cries for help. Knowing the attendees from above had more to deal with on their end. He knew these caverns better than anyone, it’d be a miracle if anyone caught up to you two. Taking you further into the underground, into his hellish lair.

The fire began to spread further across the stage. Many had struggled to escape, tripping over everyone in sheer panic. The flames engulfing anything in sight as it did years ago. A fit of déjà vu between Ana and McCree. It was the older woman who made haste to the dancers, quick to help them escape alongside the stage handler. The managers and the other accompaniment already out the doors. Spotting Fareeha among the crowd, Ana hurried to her side. Pulling her close to check if she was alright. Receiving a tight embrace from the dancer. Discovering injured bodies of the yakuza scattered in various parts of the theatre. The flames quickly grew upon whatever they touched. Posters and lights engulfed in flames as the smoke hung in the air. The plan had miserably failed. History repeating itself to a once beautiful opera company.

“McCree! Madame Amari!” The two perked up from their name calls, the Shimada brothers hollering their names as they confronted them.

“We have to get out of here before the place falls on us.” Hanzo instructed, looking to his disheveled brother.

“The exit is just on the left here, come on,” McCree informed them, trying to guide Fareeha and Ana. Noticing immediately that Genji had yet to join, “Well what are you waiting for?”

“I have to go back for [Name].” He stated. Still determined to go after the Reaper for snatching you away. McCree looking exasperated as he pointed towards the fire.

“Pardon the heroic mission, but I don’t know if you notice that the whole fucking building is on fire. As much as I want to hunt down Reyes, there is no way we can find out where he is in time.” He stated.

“I know were he is hiding.” Everyone turned their gaze to Ana who had spoken. Fear no longer residing in the old woman. Genji approached the instructor with hope.

“Can you show me the way?” She nodded, beckoning Fareeha to go over to McCree. The stage handler skeptical of Anas words.

“How do I know you won’t turn your back on him?” Ana stared down the stage handler. Having enough of his speculation, pointing her slender finger to his face.

“Gabriel has taken this too far. I no longer see the man I once knew. The Gabriel I knew would’ve never wanted what what he cherished to be destroyed. He must pay for what he has done.” Fareeha’s concern evident to Ana’s promise..

“I’m coming with you mother!” Refusing to let anything befall her, she was ready to join the rescue mission. Her determination halted by Jesses hold on her. Willing to fight off McCrees hold, she could see that it wasn’t what Ana wanted. Ana’s gaze softening with a shake of her head.

“No, I will not let anymore of my family be taken. Look after my daughter Jesse. I’m counting on you.” McCree was reluctant on those words, unable to turn down her final wish.

Fareeha continued to struggle, repressed tears beginning to sting her eyes. Ana slowly backed away, leading Genji towards the flames. Hanzo couldn’t watch his brother try to return into the fire. The memories of his screams aching his mind. Unable to let him go, he grabbed his arm, stopping him from taking another step.

“Genji, I cannot let you act so foolishly!” Speaking his mind to his stubborn brother.

“That is not for you to decide. That monster took [Name] away! I am not going to run when she needs our help!” Trying to escape his brothers grip, Hanzo pulled him back with more force.

“She’s GONE Genji!” He snapped at him, unable to hold back his emotions any longer, “Even if you find her, the Reaper will kill you! Just let him have what he wants...”

“I CANNOT LOSE HER AGAIN!” Genji shouted, showing the tears that were beginning to fall from his eyes. Startling Hanzo for the second time in his life, “I abandoned her years ago! I wanted to go back to her, but then you tried to kill me! All because I wanted to follow my heart! For years I thought I could never deserve her. Unable to free myself from who we truly are. When we came back here, I promised that I would protect her. I’m sorry brother, I cannot let her go…I love her…”

Hanzo was taken back by his words. The guilt of his actions now revealed to the rest of the group. Avoiding their surprised gaze on him. Balling his hands into fists, he knew he couldn’t interfere with his brothers wishes. Even if it meant losing him again as well. Letting out a shaky exhale, he looked back at Genji with a stern expression.

“You better come back with her…” He said, suddenly taken into an exceedingly rare embrace. Unsure of what to do, he was left to feel the faint sigh escaping his brother. Uncertainty drifted when Genji pulled away from his form. Placing his hands on either side of his arms with a smile.

“I will.” Letting him go, he hurried back over to Anas side. Hanzo watched the two make haste. Allowing that trust himself to finally trust his brothers actions. Taking one final breath before heading for the escape route with the others.

Returning to his lair, he had stepped out of the boat, pulling you in as you continued to struggle. Having enough of your resistance, he tossed you onto the bed. Discarding of his coat and guns, he shook his head in frustration. Everything had gone wrong, just when he thought his dreams would come true. Just in his moments of giving you his heart, you decided to reveal his outward appearance to the world. Storming towards his sheet music, he grabbed his constructed work together. Casting it aside with a snarl. Knocking over a few things like a child having a tantrum. His eyes on you when a yelp escaped your lips.

What he had feared most was right before him. Seeing your eyes wide at his appearance. Trembling in terror from his fury. The looks that were seen once before by Jack and Ana. The horror he had in his eyes when he looked to the mirror. His wrath being the only thing to make his heart stone cold. Stalking back towards you, he gripped your wrists once more. Watching you shake as his dark irises looked upon you.

“All I wanted was for you is to accept me,” he hissed. His teeth grinding roughly at how much he scowled. Watching your breath quicken by the closeness of your forms, “I wanted you to see me not as this thing, but what I am beneath. I wanted you to love me. [Name]…[Name] why did you do this!?”

You shook your head at his question, making him angrier at your silence. Releasing you from his clutches, he stepped back to run his fingers through his hair. Trying to set his plan into the next course of action. He reached for his shotgun, eyeing the intricate design. Signs of death that he had made especially for a monster like him. Facing you once more, he pointed the gun towards your petrified form.

“Like it or not, you will be mine. Even if I have to force you to say it.” He moved towards a chest in his cavern. Opening it to reveal a white haltered dress with black petals along the trimming. A mermaid shaped style to hug your body. A matching veil, covered in black roses rested close by. Watching you slowly process what his plan was. Grinning when your eyes widened at the realization, “I intended for you to marry me by the end of the performance. Too bad you had to interrupt the show. You will become my wife one way or another.”

Genji followed suit to Anas guidance. Both of them quick on their heels down a forbidden passageway. Watching her carefully move across the stone floor. He was unsure as to how long she knew of these tunnels. Knowing how long Reaper had taken her hostage, she must’ve been forced down here like you.

Ana halted herself at the very edge to an open cavern. He looked to see her lift her black dress, guiding her foot to a particular stone and pressing down. Hearing the stones against the ridge pulling out to reveal a staircase. Leaning over to observe the steps coming out of the wall. Surprised by the secret, he began to take the first step. Realizing that she made no effort to follow or lead. Gazing up to her, seeing the grimace in her eye.

“I am afraid this is as far as I can take you.” She explained, having Genji worry for her safety. Assuring there was no need of her presence, she shook her head, “I will be fine, go before it’s too late.”

“…Thank you.” He spoke softly, looking down the staircase as he made his descent.

He forced you to wear the dress. Held at gun point with no use resisting. Pulled into his sickening game with no denial. Even going as far as giving you the privacy by not looking. To uphold the never looking at your bride before the wedding. You knew that it was pointless, given that he may simply tear the dress apart and fuck you against the bed sheets. His lust had overpowered his rationality. Truly falling mad to his situation.

It was disturbing how much he knew your sizes so perfectly. The dress fitting you with no sign of error. Then again, you could no longer hide yourself from him anymore. He wanted you, now he had every urge to claim you. Leaving you helpless as his captive bride. You could no longer take being someone’s prisoner. Stepping out of your changing spot, wearing his gown as instructed. You couldn’t help but frown with his back turned to you. Wishing you had the strength to overpower him. Only able to use your voice to call to him.

“Are you satisfied? For how many you have harmed to please your desires?” He turned to you, red eyes feasting upon your figure as you tried to make yourself be heard, “Now, you want to use me for your lust of flesh?”

“Oh, I will be satisfied. I have every intention of perfecting my beautiful bride,” He growled, facing you completely. The gun remaining at his side. Holding his hand out to you, “Simply magnificent. I envy how much you can look so radiant. Even if when you look at me like that, your fire sings to me.”

“You’re sick. I will never sing for you.” You spat, watching him step closer to you.

“Give it time my dear, let me just savour you just a little bit longer,” Watching you tighten your fists, your face no longer fearless upon his look. Touching his caved in features with his glove, “You might be thinking: how can I survive such a horrid incident? Leaving myself to rot here for eternity? I always claimed it as a curse, to repay for all of the dirty deeds that I have done. Gods cruel hand taking what meant the most to me. It’s a poison, intoxicating the memory of who I once was. You have no idea how much I yearned for such simple desires. The ability to taste, to feel, to be loved.”

He tried to reach for your jawline, to caress it as he did once before. You swiftly looked away from his affectionate actions, denying him any source of your touch. Closing your eyes to blind yourself from the scowl that formed on Reapers face. Pulling you by the arm, he forced you to look at him with his gun pressed to your side.

“I wonder, why you do not look at me the way you look at that boy? My body just as corrupted as his own. Although, I can say for certain my hands are clean,” Looking into his eyes, he hummed at your sudden ignorance, “Ah, you never did know what that family had been known for. He must’ve told you as to why he ran away like a coward. An older brother disciplining his sibling for trying to escape his duties. The Shimadas are assassins. They kill to get paid. Their money is tainted in blood. Every single one of them has done so. You say he should never kill for you. But you knew he intended to kill me.”

“That’s not true…” You called his bluff, whimpering as he held your chin.

“Am I? I merely incapacitate my victims, not wish for their timely death. You can’t deny the look he had in the graveyard. I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t interfered.” Your eyes lowered, remembering the sight of envy and bitterness when you let Reaper escape. Flinching as he brushed his thumb against your cheek.

“Tell me, is being with an assassin safer than being with me? Just a man searching for love. An artist lost in his work. A soul who was abandoned by the ones he cherished most?” Not seeking an answer, he let you go to grab the veil you left behind. To complete his image once and for all, “No matter, I no longer care for your pity. Your fate with me has always been certain the moment I found you. An eternity with me is nothing short of a suitable punishment.”

He backed away when he settled the veil before you. Taking in his work with a satisfied hum. Finding yourself looking into the shattered mirror. Seeing multiple sets of your discouraged face matching his pleased one. Everything as he wanted, and it felt so wrong. Shaking your head, you stepped back from him with a frown.

“I love Genji because he learned to forgive. He no longer holds the rage that he once concealed long ago. He did what he had to because he was forced to. Genji moved on from his tragedy and became a better man for it,” Shaking your head, you pulled the veil from your head, not caring about the displeased look from your captor. Dropping the delicate piece to the floor, “I am no longer afraid of what you look like, nor do I take pity of what has happened to you. It’s your soul in which that distortion lies. You attack for fun; you manipulate and destroy those that loved you. It’s like you said, you are no longer Gabriel Reyes, you are the Reaper. You are nothing but a monster!”

He grimaced at your words. The reflection truly showing what he had succumbed to. The man he started as was long longer with him. The photos beneath his feet were torn up pictures of him, Jack and Ana. Even some that he shared with McCree, who was like a son to him. He threw it away, now he was paying the price. Snapping out of his thoughts, he heard the water moving against the rocks. Lifting his gaze to what was behind you. Seeing that Genji had made his way into the cavern. Arriving at the gate to see you and him together. The menacing look appeared before his features. Chuckling deeply at the situation.

“Oh, my dear, I believe we have a guest.” He tilted his head to the direction of the entrance. You spun around to see Genji gripping the gates bars. Your heart sinking to see your beloved.

“Genji!” Your movement halted by the grasp of Reaper. Screaming as he pulled you to his side, the gun now pressed against your head. Struggling against his maddening laughter.

“Oh what a delight, to think I was worried we would not have a witness for our bond,” He confessed, letting him struggle against the gates, “what a magnificent night this turned out to be.”

“FREE HER!” Genji demanded, pulling out his blade as a warning. A delighted hum escaping your captor by his bravery.

“Your lover makes such a passionate plea. Why should I listen to a brat like you?” He hissed into your ear. You winced, crying out to him in Reapers grasp.

“Genji please, he won’t let me go!” Genji attempted to break open the gate with his blade, finding no use with the bars being made of iron.

“You damn bastard, I love her! Does that mean nothing to you?” Slamming his fist against the gate in his struggle.

“Get in line, Sparrow. She belongs to me!” Reaper snarked, denying Genji any chance on getting close.

“Let me see her at least. For Gods sake, show some compassion!” Reapers grip on you tightened at the Shimadas words.

“THE WORLD SHOWED NO COMPASSION TO ME!” Reaper roared at the thought of that dreadful word.

Only knowing of hate and anger from his peers. Even to the moments before the incident, people turned his back to him. Your whimpers at the sudden shout caught his attention. Watching as he looked down to you. Tears staining your cheeks from his fury. Tugging at his shirt as he saw you beg with your gaze.

“Please, let me see him.” Your voice soft in your weeping.

A voice that seeped into his darkened heart. His crimson eyes leering at your expression. Unable to resist the words of his soon to be bride. Releasing you to the ground, you collapsed to the ground out of weakness. Walking towards the lever by the boat, eyeing Genji in case he pulled any tricks. Resting the gun against his shoulder, grabbing the lever with a sneer.

“Very well…be my guest, sir.” He huffed, letting the gates rise before them.

Allowing him to step in quickly. Treading through the water before he reached the rocky shore. Rushing to your side immediately, pulling you into a protective embrace. Despite how drenched his form was, you held onto him like your life depended on it. Sobbing quietly into the man you never thought you’d see again. Genji cupped your cheeks, looking into your eyes with his own.

“You came back for me…” You mumbled, a hopeful smile forming on your lips. Genji smiled in return, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“I said I would…I won’t ever leave you again, [Name].” He vowed. Placing your hands over his at such a delicate moment. The two of you were interrupted by the sound of Reaper clapping. Slow and intimidating while he walked around the two of you. Your body flinching from his growls.

“My good sir, did you think that I would harm her? Why would I dare make her pay for your own sins?” He growled, spotting Genjis blade that he had dropped when he went after you.

Leaving his opponent unarmed and free for the taking. Using the foolish mistake for his advantage, he kicked away the blade into the water. Letting Genjis startled reaction distract him from Reaper yanking him away from you. Crying out to Genji, trying to reach for him as he was taken from you. Reaper threw him against the stone wall with complete force. The impact leaving Genji in a stricken shock of pain. A curse escaped Genji, only to find himself pinned against the stone wall by Reapers arm. His forearm pressed against his neck, cutting the air circulation from his lungs. Clawing furiously against the mighty grip. His squirming ceased by the cold touch of a weapon against his scarred cheekbones. Gun pressed against his temple as he found no way to escape.

“No!” You screamed, watching Reaper prepared to pull the trigger. His laughter mocking the wiggling form of Genji. His rival now defenseless as he was in the graveyard.

“Should’ve paid closer attention. Nothing can save you now! Except perhaps,” His red eyes now turned to you, a plot forming in his mind on the situation at hand. Adjust his grip on the gun, he made certain you know that fate was falling into your hands, “[Name], start a new life with me. Buy his freedom with your love. Refuse me, and you send your beloved to his death. THIS is the choice. THIS is the point of no return!”

To be continued

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theeonlyroman · 5 years ago

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Before you had gone to bed Gabriel had taken the liberty of providing you with a bounty of blankets claiming that the base tends to get far colder than it is outside this you knew to be true because you were allowed to have a window in “your room” despite Gabriel claiming that the room was just as much yours as it was his and having a window shouldn’t be considered an option. That’s what's so startling about Gabriel, he kidnapped you from your own home proclaiming his love for you and he even went as far as to take your belongings as well in hopes of you being more comfortable in your new home. Despite the obvious abnormality of this new reality of yours you were soon beginning to realise how somewhat childishly possessive Gabriel was of you when he would come back from his missions, he’d often make idle conversation with you (not even willing to acknowledge why your were so curt with him) and often kiss your hand with a loving look of pure innocence in his eyes.

But you knew that those eyes weren’t truly innocent and you’d sometimes wonder if Gabriel knew that you saw him for what he truly was, during yours and his shared nights together you can feel his gaze upon you no matter how hard you tried to hide from it. You couldn’t describe it but it made you feel cold inside it felt like a snake was wrapping itself inside of you slowly constricting your organs and consuming you whole it was a horrifically suffocating feeling. He never forced himself on you nor beat you into submission but rather he always asked you permission to simply hold your hand or kiss you on the forehead to which you always gave out a meek “yes” because you had feared the worst if you said “no”. Gabriel never once gave you any sign much less an indication that he would hurt you but it was his subtle indications that had frightened you the most whenever he’d hug you or simply place an innocent kiss upon your face it felt all too consuming like a five second hug would feel like hours or a kiss upon your cheek would feel like it’d lead to something more. You knew how badly he wanted you but it was his patient and forgiving nature that had left you on constant edge because you never truly knew when your curt responses and hand holding wouldn’t be enough for him.

Maybe that’s why you were so accepting of the situation that you were in now you can feel his gaze staring intently at you despite him not laying down besides you and despite you trying your best to pretend you were asleep you know that he isn’t stupid and knew that you were wide awake. You imagined that anyone else would scream and cry for some sort of mercy but you knew that you weren’t going to do that because you owe him this type of intimacy because of how well he treats you. So you turn your body over slowly facing him calmly beckoning him to bed but despite your best effort to hide your shock at his revealed physique you had obviously failed at this. Saying Gabriel is “built” for a man of his age was a gross understatement he was a hulking beast patiently waiting for your approval to which you had calmly given him but you couldn’t help but notice that the corner of his mouth slowly twitched in an attempt to smile.

He then looks down at your beckoning hand eyes slowly trailing up to your arm and eventually soon to your face forcing you to see how maddeningly desperate he is for any type of affection beyond holding hands and brief kisses.

“Can I lay with you please?” he whispered to you in a seemingly meek voice while intently staring at your hand.

Please. Such a sharp word for a man that had violently ripped you from your previous life and holding you captive in a base in god knows where and hearing him say “please” had only served as a reminder of how little control you have over your new reality. Hearing him say please had only told you that he was only asking out of courtesy and there really wasn’t an option with him despite the kindness he had shown you.

You then suck in your breath exhaling through your nose in a weak attempt to calm your rapid heartbeat but it does little to ease your nerves and Gabriel can see how truly frightened you are of him and it's apparent that he's slowly becoming deterred by this. So you then decide to bring yourself closer to him and fully envelop your hand within his which had only caused to him eagerly reciprocate this and for a short brief moment Gabriel forgets his own strength squeezing your hand a tad too hard causing you too hiss out in pain. His eyes widen in shock and he nervously apologizes for accidentally hurting you and for some reason in what could be considered “normal” you laugh at him because how cute he looked nervously apologizing to you which only makes him end his nervous blunders to stop and watch you laugh causing him to nervously giggle along with you.

“Come to bed honey” you say breaking the laughter and upon hearing you say this Gabriel nervously swallows whatever spit he had in his mouth so you scoot over for him giving him room and when you pull his arms closer to your body you can feel his hands nervously hover over your hips. So your take the initiative by tucking yourself beneath his chin and placing your hands along his chest which only causes him sharply inhale his breath but this doesn’t deter him from bringing you closer to his body as well. Despite him being partially clothed you can feel his member brush against your upper thigh whenever you make the slightest of movements and you knew that despite how little those touches are it had only spurred him on even more.

You than boldly push him onto his back and rather than keep his arms wrapped around your hips Gabriel just sprawls his arms out in the open looking away from you and you can feel how nervous he is beneath your fingertips. A sharp sting of resentment strikes you because why should be so nervous when it was he who had not only kidnapped you but stolen you away from your loved ones especially your cancer ridden father. You didn’t cause this, he did and he has the audacity to act like some sort of frightened child and the more you think of this, the more your blood begins to boil at the sick behavior so you raise your hand up in the air not even thinking of the possible consequences of your actions.

SLAP!.

Gabriel didn’t even flinch at how hard you had slapped him but you soon noticed that tears were welling up in his eyes and in the corner of yours you can see his fingers twitch as if he himself wants to move but you can tell that he’s willing himself not too and for some reason you know that he’s not going to hurt you but he soon breaks this silence by letting out a meek whimper.

“It’s okay. I know this isn’t normal” he says as his bottom lip trembles.

In response to this you keep your hand on his cheek and you can still feel the fading warmth of where you had previously slapped him, you than look at your reflection in the cheaply yet generic painting above yours and his bed and what you see breaks you. This man broke you and he knows it because he knows that his “love” for you wasn’t normal and you had to accept that matter how badly you wanted to go back home all because you want to survive. You feel a lump began to form inside of your throat and you feel like you can’t breathe because of how truly suffocating this man is but what frightens you is that you can come to terms with the poison that is him slowly infesting your very being.

“Why?” you ask knowing fully well that his response would only break you even further, He then brings his hands to his face and you feel his chest dramatically heave in what you can only presume that this man is far more broken than you can remotely comprehend.

“I love you...what more can I say? I know it isn’t normal and I know that the life I live now I wouldn’t be able to provide you with a normal one...I just couldn’t go another day without being just near you, I need you in my life...You’re all I think of and it physically hurts me knowing that I caused you this pain but I need you...I need you to love me please love-” but before he can finish his sentence you push his hands away from his face and pull him into a hug to which he happily reciprocates.

You can feel his chest hiccup against yours as you silently cry and you don’t even know why you’re crying at this pitiful proclamation so all you can do is pull him even more impossibly close to his body and after what seemed like hours of hearing him visibly break down right in front of you, you gently pull yourself away from him fully taking him in. Gabriel's eyes are bloodshot and you can see a trail of dry tears along his cheekbones and for a man of his caliber, his strength it's truly pitiful seeing him this broken making you wonder what had taken him this far to rip you from your life.

“Would you ever hurt me Gabriel?” you ask him and it makes his widen in shock and you soon realize that this man would do anything else but he’d never lay a single finger on you, in response to this he pulls himself up and grabs your face forcing you to look into his eyes.

“I’d never hurt you, I love you and I hope you would feel the same for me” he says with utmost sincerity and you can’t help but notice how truly unhinged this man is for you and you can only accept this because this is your reality now. So in response to this you place your hands on his and you nuzzle your face into his hands making his pupils dilate even more and in a moment of what you can only assume some sort of bravery you kiss him as if it’s your last time to truly breathe on your own. Gabriel groans at this and you can feel his hips gently thrusting himself into yours and you meet him halfway with your own soon you push Gabriel back onto his bed and he allows this.

“You can do whatever you want with me and I would always love you mi sol” he desperately tells you this and hearing him tell you this for some odd reason strikes your core maybe it’s because he never called you anything beyond your name but despite feeling this foreign feeling you notice that you still feel cold.

“I’ll try to love you” you quietly say as you than place gentle kisses along his chest. Gabriel throws his head back in ecstasy and he soon groans out a response to your proclamation.

“That’s all I’m asking for mi sol” he says as his hands slowly creep up to your scalp gently scratching it.

It’s still cold you notice as he gave his body up to you.

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