#yandere johan liebert x reader

[suusoh]

"you know, I never quite found the appeal of relationships. I've... seen how awfully senseless they may be. Those who rely on being a couple, often lacking satisfaction in their own life, are just seeking temporary solace from another... I've never indulged in such a practice." —Johan trying to lowkey hint at you that he's single right now and not seeing anyone.

[ranposbabe]

(Ongoing) Masterlist

Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

to be continued…

[hosuuuus]

I am once again thinking of one johan liebert and the plushification of his darling.

can go down the "subtle" route, where he slowly gets you accustomed to his touch day by day. a little pat on your head here, a squish on your thigh there, maybe guiding you out of the way with a hand on your waist so he can bring you along where he goes. makes you go on small 10-minute naps together in the afternoon with him, to make you comfortable enough to sleep with him all night, where he finally gets to cuddle and nuzzle you to his heart's content. just slowly, gradually, making you trained to be his emotional support comfort human before you even notice.

Or you know,

the "not-so-subtle route" where he just... picks you up one day, gives you a good shake left and right like how dogs whip around their new chew toy, and drags you along with him to bed to lay down and sleep. all happening before you can even blink. when you try to slip in a word of protest from what's happening, he just muffles you by slipping your head in deeper into the crook of his neck <3 just him and his newfound human plushie

[lavandulawrites]

Hello 🧁

Yandere Johan liebert?

I don’t know if you meant a headcanon or not, but I wrote a headcanon anyway

He has you look over your shoulder every time you are alone. His presence is lingering and he is more like an all knowing entity than a human being. Your every action is a result of his omnipresence and you are constantly on your toes with your anticipation running through your veins.

Give me a character and I will give them a random headcanon.

[litown]

Thinking about how similar and different Yandere Ayanokoji and Yandere Johan are at the same time. They would both like to observe their darling, seeing her reactions and opinions on matters. However, Johan, as Yandere, wouldn't care if his beloved went to different places, as long as he was sure she would return. Ayanokoji is more possessive and likes to have control over "his things

[ddarker-dreams]

HI! I just wanted to let you know I think absolutely nobody writes about Johan Liebert better than you do!

AAA THANK YOU i've been thinking about johan lately... i recently had this long conversation with a friend about monster and man. johan really is the it girl of antagonists. it gives so many fun qualities to play around with when characterizing him as a yandere.

specifically, how he goes about keeping you from leaving. some yans use force, physical confinement, threats and manipulation, but johan doesn't really have to. you're in this position that burdens you with responsibility. it's your conscience that shackles you. johan is a person who, officially, doesn't exist. every alias he takes on has been meticulously forged. his crimes are largely carried out by others and aren't considered related. no one knows what they're contending with.

no one aside from you.

maybe you can't undo all the harm he's done, or prevent the tragedies he will enact, but you can do something. this knowledge is a pesky, trying thing. what starts as a nagging thought becomes a poltergeist that can't be exorcised. johan won't kill, maim, or significantly impair you in any meaningful way. his affection that grants this immunity makes you his achilles heel. what-ifs become the force that keep you awake at night.

what if your interference, meager as it may seem, saves one life? what if you uncover something that could finally see him brought to justice? what if by fleeing, you're inadvertently dooming those he'll raze in the future? these possibilities fester and proliferate by his goading. he tasks you with convincing him that human life is valuable. he'll quietly sit through every argument you make, granting you as much time as you want.

occasionally, he makes concessions.

if you see so much value in this person's life, then so be it, he'll leave them be. the rush of relief that comes from saving someone turns to cold dread. in your absence, he considers nothing sacred. it's your involvement that prevents everything from descending into chaos. the time you willingly spend with him would be impossible if society itself unraveled, after all. he delays his more malicious machinations just for a taste of your undivided attention.

the worst prisons are those with the doors left open.

[sl33paholics]

Omg Yandere Johan x Black fem reader would be so hottttt!

My Little Mouse

Johan Liebert x black!fem reader

Warning(s): Gaslighting, isolation, psychological warfare, manipulation, etc.

Mfw I still haven't finished the 2nd Valentine's day writing piece: 😧😧😧😧😨

You heard the sound of the door knob turning.

Your heart sank. The few hours of freedom you had is now gone, going back to sulking on your mattress like a child whose favorite toy was taken away. You could only hope that the guy who entered wouldn’t mind if you hid under the blankets.

No such luck.

You can hear his steps coming closer, and in just a few seconds, you feel the covers being lifted up, exposing your head to the cold air outside your apartment. Your eyes widened, and you buried your head as deep into the pillow as possible, hoping you were just enough to prevent him from seeing your face. But it wasn’t working. Johan's eyes were already locked on yours. “Ah, there you are,” he said with a smile, and you couldn’t help but notice how charming it looked on this man, despite the fact that he was a psychopath.

“What are you doing here, little mouse?” Johan asked, leaning over the bed until you felt heat of his body radiating on your skin. He leaned down, and you could smell his cologne, which smelled like roses and vanilla, with a hint of cinnamon. His warm lips grazed your forehead before his teeth bit into your earlobe. You flinched at the contact but didn't pull away, knowing he would be more aggressive after hurting you. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation you're feeling right now.

"...don't do that," you mumbled, wincing at the slight pressure against your flesh. "Please..." You knew that if you said anything else, he'd hurt you more.

So instead, you closed your eyes and prepared for another round of torture by Johan, when suddenly his arms were pulled around your waist, your head resting against his chest. You opened your eyes again, confused, and saw his dark gaze fixed on something behind you. Confused, you glanced behind yourself and saw that he was staring at your sketch book. Your hand unconsciously moved towards it, trying to hide it from him, but he noticed it anyway. "Are you drawing me?" He asked in an amused tone. "How cute." You could almost feel his grin when you turned your head to look at him.

You shifted yourself away from him, trying to get away from him as soon as possible, but he held you tighter. "Let go of me,” you demanded, squirming to try to break free from his grip. “Leave me alone!" Your voice broke at the last sentence, sounding so vulnerable and helpless that you wished you hadn't said anything.

That grin.

That sly grin he had on his face made you want to punch him.

Throughout your stay, you noticed that he'd never put his hands on you, ever.

No matter how much you screamed, berated him, kicked him, and did anything to Johan, he never seemed to get angry at you one bit. You found it very difficult to hate him. You hated his smugness, his cockiness, his coldness, and the way he treats you like a prisoner in this apartment. It was infuriating. "Why do you continue to fight?" Johan asked in a soft tone. "I give you everything. Shelter to stay, food to eat, a shower to clean yourself." He laughed humorlessly. "Why must you struggle so?"

"You know why," you replied harshly, glaring at him. "You don't care about me." You felt guilty saying those words, even though you did mean them. Maybe you didn't. Maybe it was true, and you deserved to feel that way.

Without warning, Johan cupped your face with such force that you felt the pain shooting through your face, his thumb pressing hard onto the side of your jaw. The sting lingered, but you didn't dare to let out a sound, afraid he'd do something to you. Johan made your head turn towards the length mirror, "Look at yourself, Y/N," he told you in a harsh whisper. "Can't you see yourself? You're beautiful." And then he kissed you. This time, it was a gentle kiss, with no tongue involved. The gentleness shocked you because you thought that he would do something more to you than simply kiss you. But he simply placed his finger underneath your chin and gently tilted your head, forcing you to look at yourself.

"I love your eyes, their color. They're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." Johan spoke softly, his breath hitting the corner of your lips, causing shivers to run down your spine. "Their shape makes my soul feel like it will burst. So bright and alive. Can you imagine? A beautiful soul, hidden underneath all that..." He trailed off, looking at you expectantly. "Beautiful clothes. Perfect hair. A face that could light up a room and a laugh that could fill up a room." Then, he chuckled.

"And a voice as sweet as honey."

You protested weakly, wanting to slap him. No, not a perfect soul, but not bad either. Johan continued talking, ignoring your protest. "A life filled with laughter and smiles, filled with joy. But that won't happen anymore, will it? Because someone has stolen it away from you." "Johan, please stop-" But once again, you couldn't finish the sentence. "You're mine. Nobody else can have you, understand?" Johan grabbed your shoulder, holding you still, so that you didn't escape him. "Nobody." You nodded meekly, trying your best to appear calm despite the fact that you felt like crying.

Silence filled the tension between you two, Johan stared at you for what felt like ages, before letting you go. You immediately scrambled backwards to avoid his touch, putting distance between you, going back to the corner of the bed. All you wanted was to live in peace, and now you were being forced to give that up...because of Johan Liebert?

"Now, litte mouse, we should start our day. It's been a while since I've spent time with you."

[writtenbyjeanofarc]

STRIPPED

▶︎ TRACK 001.

bad liar | Johan Liebert x Reader

Banner Credit: @bunnysrph

Content Warnings: manipulation, inexperience, codependency, seeing through people, psychological play, implied nsfw, but still sfw.

“Do you think your sin will disappear when you lie?”

He’s circling me; it was like we were in a tango. His hands were formally placed in the back, and his mind probably wanders while I bow my head out of pure shame. He’s stripped me off of my dignity, I’m unable to form coherent sentences upon uttering what my pride told me to say.

His hand reached for the right areas, he’s being incredibly unfair. His eyes wandered. It was almost as if he saw right through me. This damn monster.

I refused to look back. I had to keep searching, search for a place to stare blankly into oblivion. I wouldn’t dare look back at the monster’s eyes as he cornered me like a hungry predator. But no, he wasn’t just any predator, he’s just playing dangerously innocent. I felt like a small, curious nymph before his gaze; he looks calm, but definitely not pure. This man was definitely far from being pure, I believe he’s hiding something from the untrained eye.

But I just know he got one or two things on his mind.

I bit my lip. My thoughts are filled with nothing but inner despair—I had to be careful with what I chose to mutter.

“I’m not lying, you’re just…..you’re just assuming things about me. I know myself far better than you do, Johan.”

“Johan, huh?” he asked, his bedroom eyes cornering me. I wasn’t looking up at him, but I can feel his haunting lips shape a crooked smile while I could only wish to escape. “Those sweet old memories of me going by that name. I’m quite surprised you’d catch up to me by deciding to pick up my call.”

“I answered your call out of respect,” I replied. “It’s not….it’s not like I like you or anything….”

“Oh? But you’re trembling. Are you perhaps curious? They say curiosity killed the cat, and it seems to me as if I dragged the cat in.”

“What?”

“Don’t play innocent, missy. You know your intentions have been quite obvious.”

“I don’t exactly know what you’re talking about, Johan.” I frowned at his remarks.

“I was just testing the waters. And it turned out that my then assumptions were correct. [Name], let’s be clear. You know very well that no one would want to sleep with you tonight, right?”

“Wha- I never said that!” I exclaimed.

“You never said anything, indeed. In fact, you never really say much. You don’t really do much, [Name].”

“So that means, you just called me for nothing?” I retorted.

He’s pausing. He looked elsewhere. This was my time to run away. He seems defeated. This was my chance. I tried to push him away. Not literally. I tried to deny him. I lifted my foot and stared at the exit.

“Staring into space, little one? Perhaps I can help with that.”

“Let go!” I retaliated. He raised his eyebrow at my response thereafter. “Oh, I’m sorry, I….didn’t mean to frighten you or anything. I just….I don’t know. Do I actually spend the night?”

“Sssshhhh…..you’re not leaving. Spend the night.”

He’s pulling me closer, I try to push him away, but he pulled me in. He’s calm, but his grip was far too strong. Next thing I know, he’s battling for access. I shivered, no fucking way. I struggled against his grasp, not because I didn’t like it, but because of my fears.

What if he’d discard me after this?

He pulled away.

“Such a sensitive, fragile little angel.” Johan smiled, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. He smiled. Even his smile was fake. “I’m glad you picked up the phone.”

I frowned at the remark.

“Why the sour face, angel? I just tell it like it is.”

I can’t speak, I can’t retaliate. But he’s got me in a trance, so I gave in. He’s there to show me the ropes, and that’s all I could ever lean on for the rest of my life.

“You’re lying to yourself. Is it a lie you don’t just tell yourself, but to me as well? Too bad. I see through you.”

“I-“

“You’re trembling. Is it because of fear? Or is it simply because you can’t stand one day looking away from me?”

“No.”

“You’re lying once again, so typical of your kind indeed.”

He lowered his voice, he’s being cruel. I tried to object but he pulled me in, and he’s losing his patience. I closed my eyes, not because I didn’t want it to stop.

It felt good, far too good.

The time ticked. I could hear the clock ticking as he slowly, yet skillfully explored every inch of me. Well, not all inches, but just the right amount. It was painfully awkward, but he pulled off our confrontation so well.

Then everything came to a halt.

That intoxicating voice of his spoke once more.

“I guess it’s time for you to reach home. I have one last thing to ask of you before we part ways.”

“What is it, Johan?” I asked.

“Don’t ever make me forget you.”

[celesthysaturn]

But who is Anna Liebert, after all? It makes me confused to know if she is Nina the monster version or the female Johan version. Well, for me, she is someone with Johan's personality and Nina's body, as if was the 3rd twin that never existed or was formulated in Johan's imagination when he disguised himself as Nina

[greenapple141]

He's too pretty 😫💥

[suusoh]

I go to sleep. I wake up. I think about if Johan somehow practiced being ambidextrous this would be the worst thing in the world for you, especially if he never chose to reveal it. cry. then go 2 sleep again.

tw: noncon-ish undertones. can be read as just overstim but gonna put it here just to be sure.

-

Because Johan fingering you is already one of the most excruciating activities with him that can lasts for hours.

Something that's always done with the purpose of reducing you to a crying, squirming, mess. Your legs kicking and writhing, trying to fight their way out to escape another exhausting hour of trying to accommodate the eager fingers pressing everywhere in side of you. It reaches a point where you're barely hanging on, slipping in and out of consciousness the longer this keeps going.

But suddenly— relief, a gift from some deity above, answering your calls. A sign that this "session" is coming to an end.

Johan's hand begins to cramp up. His own body also seemingly having pity on you and putting a physical stop to him at this point.

And it's almost enough to make you cry from just how thankful you are. Finally...finally. Happy little tears, ready to spill over and replace the agonizing ones you've had stained on your cheek for the last few minutes. You let out a sigh of relief as he finally withdraws his hand, shuddering as you feel it slide out, leaving you all alone and empty— which is a good thing of course. It means he's actually done and you can get your much needed rest.

You slump back into his chest, relaxed and faintly picking up the sound, no... the feel, of Johan's soft laughter thrumming against your back.

He leans down to plant a small kiss to your forehead. Moving his tired, cramped-up, hand away from your mound.

He gives his right hand a little shake to calm the nerves, then slides it up your thigh. Gently, lifting your leg to keep you still spread apart for his left hand to take its place.

His-

His what?

You look down, seeing his left hand move into position. Slotting into where its predecessor was, just seconds ago. His right hand still guiding your thigh.

And something akin to fight-or-flight response makes your body suddenly jerk in his hold. A realisation. A sign you do not want. Taken in the form of Johan's left hand gently hovering over your still too sensitive, and still too overwhelmed sex.

You keep looking at his hand. It's- It's a hand that's been on standby this entire time. Doing absolutely nothing while the other was at work.

Oh no, no, no you can't do this. You can't. You can't—!

His hand, it's all too new, all too unused, all too—

You cry and Johan smiles as he slides the first finger in.

— all too ready to pick up where you both left off.

[ranposbabe]

The Last Dance

pairing: johan liebert x fem!reader

summary: Johan will always keep his eyes on you even when you dance with another

warnings: established relationship, Johan being Johan, y/n is in on Johan’s “plans”

The room was filled with the booming sound of music along with plenty of chatter amongst the many guests.

You had been dancing with some random gentlemen for some time.

You didn’t particularly care for who he was you just simply wanted a dance and you knew well to not expect one from Johan.

As the gentlemen spun you around your eyes constantly locked with Johan’s as if t man dancing with you wasn’t even there.

As the music quickened so did the pace asnd suddenly did you lose sight of Johan but that alone made you quickly sober along with the fast spinning.

Suddenly the room was filled with screams of horror instead of the constant laughter.

All the people scattered like mad cowardly pushing each other escape to taste freedom. All but you and Johan. You were fast to abandon your dance partner but not for the same selfish reason as others. You spotted him instantly in the madness as people ran by. By now the room was completely empty and the sound of music was replaced by the crackling of the flames.

The room was set ablaze. Far too early for your liking. You just knew Johan purposely sped up the evening.As smoke nearly engulfed the entire room Johan walked towards you with a hand raised out. It was only then a pleased smile was evident on his face.

“Care to dance ?”

[hosuuuus]

Johan actually loves it when you get a fever :/// so scummy about it. Seeing you weak, sickly, whining softly in bed, and in need of his doting gets him surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) all hot n' bothered. He especially loves the ones where it's so bad that you start getting a bit delirious and hazy, and you might just accept whatever version of reality he gives you in your weakened state.

[lavandulawrites]

Lavandula’s Advent Calendar

You may request a Christmas prompt with up to 2 characters (you can request multiple prompts). Only character x reader. Each day there will be a new prompt.

You can choose if you want it to be regular/ normal (aka non yandere) or yandere. Let me know if you want your prompt to be written as a modern AU (only applies to some characters and fandoms). As it’s supposed to be a cozy event, angst is not something I will write. You can ask for NSFW, but then you have to be non anonymous with your age in bio and/ or in your pinned post.

If you wish to remain anonymous, you can send me a DM with your request and I will not tag you in the post (you still need to have your age in bio and/ or in your pinned post.

I, as everyone else is going to be rather busy in December and I want to write as many prompts as possible, so I am going to keep each post nice and short. Meaning either a drabble or a short fanfic.

Lavandula’s Advent Calendar Masterlist

Prompts

⋆⁺₊❅. Gingerbread

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas marked

⋆⁺₊❅. Hot chocolate

⋆⁺₊❅. Skiing

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas carols

⋆⁺₊❅. Fireplace

⋆⁺₊❅. Jingle bells

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas crafts

⋆⁺₊❅. Last Christmas

⋆⁺₊❅. Candy cane

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas stockings

⋆⁺₊❅. Sledding

⋆⁺₊❅. Ice skating

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas decorations

⋆⁺₊❅. Snowflake

⋆⁺₊❅. Saint Lucia Day (a Nordic traditional holiday)

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas tree

⋆⁺₊❅. Rudolph

⋆⁺₊❅. Driving Home for Christmas

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas jazz

⋆⁺₊❅. Decorating a gingerbread house

⋆⁺₊❅. Santa/ A Letter To Santa

⋆⁺₊❅. The Nutcracker

⋆⁺₊❅. A starry night

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas presents

⋆⁺₊❅. A Christmas feast

⋆⁺₊❅. A Christmas wish

⋆⁺₊❅. Santa’s little helper

⋆⁺₊❅. A Christmas reunion

⋆⁺₊❅. Frosty the Snowman

⋆⁺₊❅. Cinderella/ Tři oříšky pro Popelku/ Drei Haselnüsse für Aschenbrödel/ Tre nøtter til Askepott (a Christmas movie from The Czech Republic)

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas shopping

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas visit

⋆⁺₊❅. Krampus

⋆⁺₊❅. Snowy footprints

⋆⁺₊❅. Love Actually

⋆⁺₊❅. Gift wrapping

⋆⁺₊❅. Coal

⋆⁺₊❅. A Christmas choir

⋆⁺₊❅. A Christmas tale

⋆⁺₊❅. The rat king

⋆⁺₊❅. The Tin Soldier

⋆⁺₊❅. Christmas tree felling

⋆⁺₊❅. Clementine

Fandoms

⋆⁺₊❅. Attack On Titan

⋆⁺₊❅. Bungo Stray Dogs

⋆⁺₊❅. Death Note

⋆⁺₊❅. Demon Slayer

⋆⁺₊❅. Genshin Impact

⋆⁺₊❅. Honkai Star Rail

⋆⁺₊❅. Jujutsu Kaisen

⋆⁺₊❅. Monster

⋆⁺₊❅. Moriarty The Patriot

⋆⁺₊❅. Tears Of Themis

⋆⁺₊❅. My OCs: Adrian, Eilif

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask em:)

I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas♥︎

[raebigc0ck]

man johan is so hot im gonna ###

Zufriedenheit. Yan Johan x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, Johan is ruthless but so is Reader tbh… Word count: 2.1k.

“I’ve noticed something most peculiar.”

If Johan is a hypnotist, he requires no pocket watch; his melodious voice is enough to seduce the mind and body alike. The inflection of his sentence portrays an openness for dialogue that you know to be teasingly deceitful. You think he prepared two paths depending on if you chose to respond or if you thought better of it, regardless; he’s equipped, while you are left defenseless.

“You have been a subject of my observation for some time,” he relays the information your intuition whispered. The shadows your peripherals caught in the night have eyes, it would warn you. What a fool you were not to listen. “And in that time… a certain tendency of yours became evident.”

Keep reading

[constantinerkives]

Dance Macabre // Drabble

PAIRING: Yoo Jimin x fem reader

WARNINGS: established relationship, yandere Karina, kidnapping, allusions to violence and unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, and profanity. You and Jimin have children, Chairwoman! Karina, MILF! Karina and OC, Johan Liebert reference because I love that soft-spoken manipulative villain.

A/N: Before I begin the mean girl Aeri one-shot, this prompt has been plaguing me ever since I started re-watching 'Monster' so I had to do something about it because my hyper-fixated mind won’t stop unless it’s done. So to soothe this cursed thought, I’ll write about this and be free to begin orchestrating my next one-shot.

SYNOPSIS: To you, she’s your angel. To her enemies, she is death, and to your children: she is a god.

Your wife is a creature of habit.

You observed this when she started courting you during your college days. To you, she is the epitome of perfection; to those that cross her, she is death. 

For your safety, you must update her on your whereabouts. Karina liked knowing that she'll check the time, knowing exactly where you are and what you are doing. Failure to do so and consequences will follow. 

You didn't mind your strict schedule. You like sticking to a routine. 

Until you didn't, all it took was an argument with an entitled customer who broke your phone in anger and stormed off. And due to a broken phone, you didn't update your wife; she was angry. Karina's fury isn't like a volcano, no. It's silent, cold, and calculating. 

When you came home, the first thing you did was to get on your knees and begged for your wife to see reason - it wasn't your fault that your phone broke! But alas, your pleas fell on deaf ears - she wasn't having it.

Karina walks over to you and grabs you by the jaw, forcing you to look up at the older woman whose black, abysmal eyes swim with danger and twisted delight. She caresses your cheek, and your hope shatters as a faux disappointed sigh leaves her pretty lips.

"I still have to punish you, darling." Jimin pecks your lips. "Now run to the bedroom and wait for me, do you understand?"

"Do you understand?" Oh, the cruelty of adulthood.  

She fucked you raw and unrelentlessly, even when your throat became raw from screaming, even when your cunt was full of your mixed juices - the woman didn't stop. Not until she was satisfied.

And because of her treatment, you gave birth to her daughter nine months later. Ariadne Yoo, the carbon copy of her mother, is beautiful and sharp, even for a three-year-old. You and Karina cherished her, and it didn't take long for your daughter to ask for a sibling; naturally, you and Karina complied with your daughter's request, which brings you to your second pregnancy: another girl. 

Like your first pregnancy with Ariadne, Karina is protective of you and your unborn child. She made sure that she was updated on your whereabouts, even as far as placing a tracking device on all your jewelry. 

And it all went smoothly, until-

Pregnancy made you soft and vulnerable. That's why you felt sympathetic toward a group of innocent-looking teens whose car broke down. Motherhood made you want to make sure that this group made it home safely. 

It proved to be a stupid move because one minute later, your arms and legs were bound with tape on your mouth while they stuffed you in their supposed broke-down car and threw you into a cold, damp warehouse: a stark contrast to the luxury and comfort that your wife provided for you and your children.

After pulling the 'I'm pregnant' card, they were kind enough to make you sleep on a thin bed. And while they were discussing the desired amount for your ransom, you mull how this happened. Karina studied the map of the city to create a safe route for you to run your errands. Perhaps this is how they found out. 

They're smart, but not smart enough as your phone dings in the hands of one of your captors. She sneers and skips toward you as she shows you your wife's message. It read: 

You're late. 

Blood drains from your face. Your wife knows where you are, but she wants you to explain in front of her before she makes a verdict. 

"What's the password?" She asks; you tell her.

She licks her upper teeth as she types on your phone's keyboard. 

"Young lady," You tread carefully, "Whatever it is that your gang wants, it's not worth it." 

She gives you a dirty look as the group stops talking and turns their attention towards you and one of their members. 

One of them scoffs, a man. "Oh, it is." He joins the young lady and drapes his arm around her shoulders. "It's easy money for your wife." He looks at her, a sick smile gracing his thin lips as his beady eyes glow with repulsive greed. 

"Shall we make it $30 Million?"

The lady gasps, "Perfect," 

"You can't spend it when you're dead." You tell them. The man's face darkens as he storms towards you and grabs you by the hair, eliciting a yelp from you. "You're in no position to threaten us, bitch." 

"Please," You plead, "You have to trust me-"

"Shut that bitch up, please." One of them jeers and the man happily obliges as he slaps your face. The side of your face stings red, and he hits you again. 

You're sure that their fate will be worse than death; Karina hates it when you get hurt. 

"Shut up, bitch." He growls, and you whimper - your instincts telling you to protect your daughter inside you. But your hands are bound. 

He looks over his shoulder, "Send the fucking message. She's starting to bore me." And they walk away from you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. 

"It's okay," You assured your unborn child. "Mommy's coming to save us." 

Karina's hand held her phone with a vice-like grip that she thought it would crack.

Her obsidian-colored eyes glower at the photo of your fearful state with the words: $30 Million typed below your image.

How dare they touch you, her wife, her equal. 

Cold wrath surges through her body as she puts down her phone and looks at her computer where it tells her your location. You were outside the city. She estimates that it could roughly be an hour-long drive.

A knock on her door snaps her from her reverie, "What is it?"

The door opens, revealing her secretary. "Chairwoman Yoo, the investors are ready."

The older woman stands gracefully from her seat and fixes the cufflinks of her blazer. "Have Miss Hwang take care of them." Karina's voice is eerily calm as she walks past the younger woman. Her secretary follows after her.

"What are you going to do, Chairwoman Yoo?"

The black-haired beauty looks over her shoulder. "I'm going to fetch my wife."

Pregnancy made you a heavy sleeper because moments later, you were awakened by Karina's soft hand caressing your baby bump while she cradled you. 

"Karina," You breathe. Impossible, you would've heard the screams of agony and fear. You crane your neck; your blood runs cold at the sight of their twitching bodies as they gurgle their blood. 

"Look at me, beloved." She coaxes, you obey and your eyes subtly widen. Karina's hair is tied in a high ponytail - she was presentable except for the blood splattered all over her suit and some on her face, decorating her cheeks like a demented blush. 

But she's beautiful regardless. 

"I'm sorry," You choke a sob as you hold onto her. "I tried, baby, I tried to-"

"Sh," She coaxes and pulls you closer to her, coaxing the side of your face against her soft chest as she cups the other side of your head. "It's okay, darling. It isn't your fault." 

"They're still alive, though." You whisper against her suit, and her chest rumbles with a dark chuckle. 

"I heard that dull blades are agonizingly painful than sharp ones. I will leave them to suffer for touching you and our baby, Y/N." 

With her other hand, she slips it under your knees, "Now hold tight," She stands up, "Our daughter's waiting for us at home." 

Karina effortlessly carries you to the exit of the warehouse. You take a good look at your dying captors as they lay in the pool of their blood, dull knives jutting from their bodies.

"Do you remember my first letter?" Your wife asks, forcing you to tear your gaze from the gang to answer her. 

"Of course," How could you forget? It was poetic. 

"I wrote about flowers and your love for them," She reminisces with a soft smile, a rare sight to see; you are blessed to see it. 

"And how you love peonies, especially pink ones, am I right, my love?" She looks at you. Her lips still form her rare, warm smile. 

"Yes," You sigh as you rest your right hand over her heart. 

"When we get home, you'll rest. And tomorrow, we will go to your favorite flower park so you can look at the flowers." 

You caught sight of a familiar Lincoln Continental. She opens the passenger door for you, and you allow her to guide you to the passenger seat. Karina lingers near the passenger door as she takes in your disheveled appearance. Your wife heaves a sigh, and takes your hand, her thumb rubbing the back of your palm soothingly.  

"Stay with me and Ariadne, Y/N." She comes closer. "I will give you everything. Everything is yours because I said so." 

She brings your hand to her mouth, where her lips ghost over your knuckles.

"Stay with us, and I will blanket you in flowers. I was born to smother you with flowers."