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Swords in the Court: Drums of War

Secret Garden

Yandere Don John x Reader

Word count: 7k+

Part 1

Warning: Violence, description of sexual assault, violence against women, the implication of violence against children, threats of violence, implication of sex and sexual activities

Note: This story is set in a fictionalised historical setting. Though there are clear inspirations drawn from the real world and history, this tale in no way tries to explain, change or state any historical, political, communal, geographical or religious 'facts'. Kindly treat this short-series as it is, a fiction

Unedited and poor attempt at medieval-world description

The knock on your door is heavy and urgent. You sit up on the bed and look around your room, it is plunged into the darkness that comes with a moonless night. Exhaling, you feel around the bedside for a candle, most of them are burnt out. With no choice, you wrap a robe around yourself and climb out of bed.

“Who’s it?”

“It’s me!” comes the muffled but familiar voice from the other side of the door

With rushed movements, you unlock the door and sigh in relief at the sight of Madeline with a lit-up candlestand.

“I received a message from the south. You need to go to the Queen with this?”

“What?”

“My cousin lives there, two nights ago, they saw ships landing there. Through the bay, they came, in the middle of the night. The Queen’s cousin has laid claim to the throne, he has the support of the enemies.”

“Wh–What?. Two nights ago, does the King know of it?” You ask her, ready to rush to the Queen.

“If they have attacked any of the provinces, or plundered any village, hopefully, yes.”

“Do you think the Spanish will help?” You ask Madeline, grasping her hand.

“If the Prince has made up his mind... They have brought some soldiers.”

“I must let the Queen know before she hears it from someone else.”

You put on something decent in a rush and take the candle stand from Madeline 

------

“Go back to your room, and do not let anyone know. Go now,”

Once you have made sure that Madeline has slipped away safely, you make your way to the Queen’s chamber. And of course, the royal guards are on your way.

“Please inform her, I must see her.”

“The Queen is resting, woman. You cannot barge into Her Highness’ chambers!” The knight hisses.

“This is an utmost delicate matter that I ought to bring to her attention, I must meet her—”

“Listen here.” He seizes your arm with a bruising force “Lowborns like you may have won the Queen’s favour, but you must never forget your place, or you shall lose your head!”

You glare at him, hissing with an edge in your voice, growing restless with each delayed moment  “I shall lose my head, anyway, Ser, if I do not get to see the Queen right now!”

“Listen you Blacksmith cunt!” the spray of spit on your face makes you cringe, and the ‘Knight’ mistakes it for fear and grabs you by the hair “Perhaps you forget—”

“Is this how all the Royal Knights treat ladies here or are you an exception Ser?” Ser Lorres unhands you quicker than you can gain your balance. 

A witness to the mistreatment of any of the Ladies-in-Waiting for the Queen is not good for Ser Lorres, or any royal knight for that matter. You staggerer back, trying to regulate your breathing and keep your simmering rage under reins when you bump against a solid torso.

“Lo-Lord Juan! Uh–Duke—”

“Don't bother. I believe the Queen would not be pleased to hear how you treat her Lady-in-Waiting.” 

Lord John makes a dismissive gesture while Lorres is already on his knees, the metal of his armour clanking unceremoniously against the floor. He is warm, you notice, and there is the district fragrance of spice mingled with the tinge of wine.

“Are you hurt, my Lady?”

It is bad news, he had most definitely heard you plead to see the Queen and a man of his stature must not have missed it.

“I am, I thank you for your kindness, My Lord.”

 You step away and turn to him, but you are close enough to notice he is tall, slightly taller than his brother perhaps, it is not for the plain sight until one has the kite’s eyes. For a moment, you think of coming up with an excuse, but you have no time, you instead, seize the opportunity in hand and turn to  Lorres, still on his knee.

“May I have an audience with the Queen, Ser Lorres?”

—---

“The bay, you said?” The Queen’s chamber is well-lit, while she pours herself some wine 

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“My cousin has no real claim to the throne. His House has been exiled!”

“He has laid claim regardless, Your Grace. He has the Kingdom's rival supporting the claim.”

“Of course he has. The French would want a puppet of a King and perhaps some disgruntled Barons and Earls are ready to take up arms as well?”

“W-will we have a war then? Is it inevitable?”

“Not if the Crown Prince weds the Princess. As soon as possible.” She sighs, emptying her glass with a swig.

“What does Spain have to gain from this alliance?” You ask, feeling the trepidation.

“We share a common enemy, with the Kingdom’s port at its service, the Spanish ships shall have the upper hand if conflict breaks out, and an eye on the continent.” She explains

“But is it enough to marry our Princess? He is the Crown Prince of an Empire.”

“Power is earned, child, your birthright can take you only so far. Do you think, with Don Juan in the picture, his crown is safe? He needs an heir. My daughter is young and beautiful, and I have many children, she is my first-born.”

You frown at that, remembering Maddy’s words  “But, did he not pledge his loyalty to the Empire the day he was publicly accepted in the court?”

The Queen scoffs, “Loyalty to the Empire? There is no loyalty in a court, Girl. They want nothing but power. Don Juan has risen up from nothing. Ostracised since childhood, he has faced many attempted assassinations for a reason. He is feared, for a reason.  And here he stands, on the verge of Dukedom. Do you think the Spanish Crown sleeps on that? They need him, Spain knows that war is imminent, they need men like Juan.”

“So, he is a foe, then? " You ask. The answer, though, is quite.

“He is a threat until the Princess marries the Crown Prince and gives him an heir.”

“We need the Spanish, right now.”

“Yes.” She pauses to take a moment and turns towards you “Yes, we do. The threat of war looms nearer than a bastard’s possible claim on the Spanish throne. If they block the main route of supplies, people are going to starve here.”

“What shall be done then?”

“My cousin knows the routes, his father was the Earl of Esterwood for ages, and he will make this move. Fetch me my writing supplies, we must write to our friends. The Spanish came for a wedding, not war.”

“They brought some ships, as gifts.”

“The King shall be dealing with the Emperor, right now, we need the enemies surrounded in our land. I need to write to the East and the North, the West is closer but we have many sympathisers for my cousin’s House. The Duke of Reinckalf is our closest ally right now. And if we have the blessings, we would not need ships at all."

You nod and get to work.

—--

It is almost bewildering how a single night has changed the air around the palace. Once beaming with lights and chimes of wedding echoing, the palace is now preparing for a possible war, which can be avoided, if the Spanish agrees to send help. You have no clue though, neither the Prince nor his bastard brother has been seen since the break of dawn, you have slept a wink preparation for a battle is in full swing.

Hope flares in you, when you are sent by the Queen to serve refreshments to the men discussing battle plans. In her absence, you are her ears and eyes.

“The Emperor has been sent a letter. I have written personally to him.” The Spanish Prince sits in front of the King.

“I do not believe we have time to wait, now, My Prince.” Lord Juan speaks up. “The vessels landed on the shore two nights ago, this morning, a soldier has reported three villages plundered. They have the supplies, which tells us that they are preparing for a long conflict. He has the French support, through him, the French are going to test the King’s defences. It’s a gamble, especially after the news of the upcoming wedding is spreading like wildfire.”

“But the Prince’s life is not cheap, brother.” One of the princes speaks up with a sharpened tone.

“Of course, it isn’t. That is why I shall take the charge and lead the arms.”

“I appreciate your bravery, Juan but you cannot act without the permission of the Emperor.”

Don John looks into the Prince’s eyes, a distinct gleam under the light makes it seem like there is a slow-burning fire within dark orbs.

“I shall ride as a man of my own doings. I shall carry no Spanish banner under the sun, not until the Emperor sends a nod.”

The Crown Prince whispers something in Spanish with an edge in his voice, but Don John remains undeterred. He replies, betraying nothing of what might be unleashing in his mind. 

In this delicate moment, you wish you had learnt Spanish, but you were so tired of keeping up with the mannerisms that had to be taught to you from scratch ‘a lot of work’ you appointed governess had complained to the Queen. You always had your own ways, thankfully, the Queen liked that, and she still does.

At last, the Crown Prince sighs and Don John turns to the King

 “I shall be joining with my men and leading this battle along with your sons. I shall carry no Spanish banner. But I assure you of Spain’s support to your Kingdom, this is merely what traditions demand.”

“We shall forever be grateful, My Lord.”

“Please, Don John would do. Besides, my brother is to wed the Princess. Let us send a message, without murking up the diplomacy, we can do it, can we not?” He turns to the Crown Prince, who nods, despite the flicker of hesitance in his eyes.

The wedding is bound to happen, right?

For a brief moment, Don John’s eyes meet yours across the room, but the dark orbs are gone as swiftly as they caught your gaze, now moving towards the King as they engage in battle strategy.

“They should have come from the South, it was closer.” One of the men in the room comments.

“Yes, but the East has many who still harbour sympathy for his house.” the King responds.

“Tell me everything, my Lord. I must know the battlefield I am going into.” Don Juan urges.

—--

Your time in the chamber has been tedious but fruitful. You have all the right pieces of information for the Queen. As you bring her tea to her chamber, you provide the pieces that you have collected.

“I do not understand why he would want to lead the army to a battle that is not even his.”

“Should we worry, Your Grace?” You ask, frowning.

The Queen sighs, thinking “I need you to get to the Healer’s place and give him this letter. I need to know everything about the King’s court. And what do the masses think of this if they even know that the villages have been plundered? Are there any secret recruitments underway? This can decide much of the war, Girl. Visit the town’s brothel under disguise, if Katherine knows anything, she shall let you know—any new face, any discourse of concern. I need to know.”

“Is that how wars are won, My Queen?” You cannot help but ask.

She looks at you and ushers you closer, once closer, she stares into your eyes, her piercing stare sees you right through the deepest, darkest parts of your soul and reflects that in her orbs.  

“I see the fire in you, Girl. One day you are going to be much more relevant. I know you want that. So here is a piece of advice I will give. This is exactly how wars are won. Knowledge is power. Men who go to the battlefield depending on their swords are fools. Battles are won with strategies, not swords.”

You can only nod.

—----

The brothel is bustling with soldiers, merchants and nobles—drinking, laughing, and gambling with half-naked women on their laps.  With a dark hood protecting your identity and your hair braided tight you move past the roaring tables.

“Katherine of Waileswere.” You ask a barmaid who gestures towards the shut door.

Evading the drunk patrons, you walk towards the door, taking the shadows to be as discreet as possible. You knock on the door, but another girl answers the door instead of Katherine. The translucent cloth over her torse does little to cover her, but she does not seem concerned. 

“Is Katherine of Wailswere inside?” You ask her, the fluttering curtains hinder your view. However, the faint whispers along with giggling give you the answer. 

“She’s occupied at the moment.”

“This is urgent. I need to see her.”

“But the patron is a noble…” You do not care, walking right in.

“Noble from the court?” the girl opens her mouth the answer but you add anyway “Does not matter, I shall wait.” 

You will never admit but you regret the moment you say it because the moans and gasps of pleasure along with a peal of hushed, honeyed but deep laughter fill the room. The opaque curtains keep the section of the room hidden but only in sight. You cannot help the heat that warms your cheeks.

 The girl chuckles at you “As you wish, My Lady” she shrugs and walks into a quieter section in the chamber. 

For a fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of a lean but athletic torso and a supple, feminine thigh against the deep red walls through the opaque curtains. You frown, but make no movement to come out of the shadows or take your hood off. Even though you are curious, you know better than to get caught here. 

As a Lady-in-Waiting for the Queen, you have certain decorum to maintain, especially when you aspire to be a part of the court someday.

People will laugh at you if they come to know that. But you do not care. You have dared to dream and here you are, having the Queen’s favour. Your ambitions are beyond that, they always have been.

Lost in musings, you never notice Katherine walking out. She notices you before you realise.

“Do we have a guest here?” 

Her alluring voice matches with her tantalising and enchanting aura. You understand why men go mad over a night for her—lovers, husbands, nobles, merchants—anyone who can pay the hefty prize that comes with the moments of molten gold over her golden skin, and yet it is she who shall be called the whore, no those men. It’s a good thing that she works for the Queen, she is an excellent source of information and gossip.

“Katherine, I….” Your gaze shifts behind her as the man she has been with saunters out, and you realise you have been too quick to remove your hood.

His glistening body is something that pulls at the gaze. It is tanned to a beautiful bronze, radiant under the daylight filtering inside. He is lean but the hard lines of muscles give away his experience on the battlefield, along with the deep scars. One, in particular, stands out, mapping almost the whole of his stomach in a straight, deep-hued line—healed but not vanished. You wonder what awful things he has stood witness to before your eyes meet his, and you can tell, many.

Recognition flashes in those deep pools that you fear, can cage your soul before he raises a questioning eyebrow, brushing his tousled hair back with his fingers.

“My, my, what do we have here? A lady from the Queen’s chamber?”

You gulp, trying to gather your bearings, well aware of the possibly grave mistake you have made by exposing yourself to the gaze of a man whose intentions are still unclear.

“I-I have come with an invitation from the court for the evening’s events.” You hate the stutter that accompanies your lie and you’re afraid that a man like John sees right through you.

“And they send the Queen’s Lady-in-Waiting? No soldier? This can be a dangerous place for a lady.”

His words confirm your fear.

“Katherine is well-acquainted with the court. This place is not for everyone.” You counter.

Lord John’s head tilts with a scoff and you cannot help but admire the way his hair, otherwise always set to perfection has turned damp with a few strands falling alluringly on his forehead.

“Every man is a monster when given the opportunity.” He says, fastening his pants and your gaze drops to the corner. You can practically feel his gaze on you.

To distract yourself, you turn to Katherine “From the…court.” You offer her the letter from the Queen, she understands and only nods. 

Suddenly, the door opens and a girl rushes in “The knights are here, they say they want to have a word with Katherine.” 

The urgency in her voice makes your blood run cold. You do not even realise it but your gaze gravitates towards Lord John, who easily reads the panic flushing through you by your eyes. You almost expect him to mock you—your lie has been exposed, after all. But instead, he quickly advances and pulls you towards the room.

“What are you—-”

“Here, you can escape through the window, quick!” 

His voice is hushed and urgent as he pushes you towards the low window—it is the ground floor, you do not even have to jump. Despite the questions running through your mind, you comply, quickly making an escape, just as you hear the room’s door burst open. 

You know you should leave, but you cannot bring yourself to. Instead, you put on the hood once more and wait behind a building. What feels like hours later, you watch the knights march past you angrily as you hide in the shadows.

They seem to have not been able to get what they want. You frown but as soon as you turn to find your way out of the place, you come face to face with the familiar tanned chest peeking behind the linen cloth.

“Just as I thought,” he comments as you look up and realise how tall he is. Towering over you with his amused but watchful gaze “Lady, if anyone sees you here, you will be in grave trouble.”

“I was worried.”

“About me?” 

“About Katherine.” You narrow your eyes, although while you say that, you realise that it might not be entirely true.

“Uh-huh? She is safe, they won’t dare challenge me, I must admit though, I expected the knights here to be braver.”

“They would not challenge a royal guest.” You begin to walk ahead, but he catches up with you.

“And I thought she received an invitation from the court itself.” The mockery is clear in his voice and the sharpness makes your cheeks heat up slightly, you have nothing to say “Do not sweat though, you little secret shall remain with me.” 

You glare at him “I do not understand… what do you want? You have no reason to fight yet you volunteered and now you helped me escape and saved Katherine.”

“What if I have a good heart?” His dark eyes gleam with the kind of sharp cynicism that lets you know that none of his words is true. 

“Everything has a price.”

You recall one of the most valuable pieces of advice the Queen has given you “So, what possibly could you want, Lord John?”

For a moment, you brace yourself for a biting retort with the way his face hardens but he catches you off guard once more with his response-

“Everything.”

—-----

You know that you should tell the Queen about your little encounter, and what Don John said. But you cannot bring yourself to. When you let the Queen know of what happened at Katherine’s Merriment House, you cut out the conversation with Don John, after your narrow escape from the Knights. Of course, Ser Lorres was the one heading— even though he is to serve the Queen.

“I gave him no orders, the King gave the orders?”

“It is apparently in his name, yes. However, Your Grace, forgive me, for asking why would he?” 

“Then one of his trusted advisors did. I have received some news regarding Earl of Walden’s increased participation.”

“Lord Beecham?”

“Why would he whore away his daughter then?” She asks sharply and you nod

“The King…So much burden to hold but all the wrong people to share it with. Listen here, child, can I trust you?”

“Yes, yes, My Queen, I serve you, and you alone.” You mean it, if not for her, you do not even want to imagine where you would have ended up.

“I cannot wait for a response from Katherine. You must ride away to Reinckalf immediately. Carry a letter of recognition and they will let you have an audience with the Duke. Hand my letter to no one but the Duke. I do not trust the Council and I want him to know that. Do you understand how important it is?”

You nod as she hands you over the letters.

“Guard it with your life, Girl.”

“I will.” You promise, clutching them tightly between your fingers.

—--

All his life, John has been called ‘Juan’ except for his mother who called him John with a tenderness he has never found again. What he found in the palace, was humiliation, betrayal and the twisted ways of the Empire’s palace. The Emperor did not acknowledge him as his bastard son then. But it was an open secret.

All his life, John has been ostracised—he has known shame, humiliation, he is a ‘disgrace’, a ‘mistake’ and his mother was a ‘whore’. 

The mother who did everything to keep him fed and clothed. The mother who taught him to never bend his knee to this twisted world. The mother whom the Emperor used as he pleased and then cast her away. She was not from his land but worked in the palace—chambermaid of no social standing. 

He wonders, often, how she managed to give birth to him, how she managed to live so long. It is a miracle, that he lived, right in the snakes’ nest, he lived. Maybe he was sent to a battle at the age of twelve for the very reason. But he lived then, and in every other battle he was a part of. One of the commanders even took him in as a squire, and he learnt the best ways to handle weapons—it was a privilege, he was not supposed to be as good as any prince, or noble and they never let him forget that. 

After his mother passed away, he left the palace, to travel, but deep down, he knew he simply wished to be as far as possible from the twisted place.

He thought he could escape—-his reality, his truth, the burden he carried since his birth, the burden he played no role in. John has been to places, to courts—travelling, serving as a sellsword all those years, meeting and knowing many, befriending a few, but trusting none.

John has been shaped into the man he is today, through his experience, but most of it has been a long, unending dance with death. At times, he wanted someone to succeed in pitting a sword through his stubbornly beating heart, slice an artery and make him bleed till his heart ceased to beat. But alas! The bastard John lived on, grew better, quicker, cleverer.

But one day, he woke up, looked at the beautiful woman in his arms, some fellow soldiers lying around, naked, clothed, drunk, snoring after a decisive victory, and decided that he wanted to live after all. Death would come anyway, it was so certain. Life, so far, had been full of surprises—tumultuous, stern, exacting and thrilling surprises. 

By then, he was twenty and seven, he decided to return to Spain. He had acquired some recognition after these years, and the then commander was willing to take him into the Empire’s army.

The interesting thing about the arms is that despite the bias towards nobles, it provides opportunities, even to bastards like him, to rise. He led battles, he aided in military treaties, and strategies and two summers later, he was leading the men in battles. The Empire needed men like him, John knew that, and he had learnt the game. 

John wanted to live, but not as a disgrace. He wanted to rise to honour—that was all he had dreamt of, and being officially recognised by the Emperor as he stood at the cusp of thirty and two, was the closest to what he aspired to be. But John has always been ambitious, for all he has suffered, right under his father’s nose, he wanted more than just recognition and military leadership. He continued to strengthen his position in the court. From Juan, the bastard, he became, Don Juan, 

When the Crown Prince’s marriage was fixed as a strategic alliance with a Kingdom a good sail away, he decided to join the men who would reach there first, in disguise to ensure that the wind was indeed in the Empire’s favour. To him, it was nothing more than responsibility, another step on the ladder. And it had been so until he wandered into the unassuming woods to bask in solitude and clear his head. 

Until he wandered near a creek, for his beloved stallion to quench its thirst, and there, he saw you—floating so carelessly through the streams, while two of your friends chatted a distance away. He wanted to be closer, but he stepped back, hiding behind the thicket, so he could watch you, and the way hair moved along, the manner you swam on your back, eyes closed under the tender autumn sun. John’s heart had been beating in a stubborn, steady rhythm for a while, but after a long time, he felt his heart pick its pace.

He thought he might never see you again, but there you were, in the Grand Feast, and he had the most striking gaze fixed on him—not out of malice, or the arrogance he had expected, but with pure curiosity—and this time, his heart skipped a beat.

And you have been on his mind, as much as he frowns upon it, this is an undeniable truth that thrums with every beat of his heart. For now, he is aware that the Queen puts her trust in you–-the letter meant for Katherine in his hold tells him so.

—---------

“Deus adiuvet in proelio”

John bowed his head, letting the Bishop bless him and his sword before handing the naked steel back to him. 

—--

The world around you is a blur as your trusted horse rides through the forest. The cold gusts whip against you, like inhaling ice as the night rolls on, but you cannot stop to rest, you must reach Reinckalf before it is too late.

—-

“We ought to safeguard the route for supplies first, lest they capture the main route the capital shall perish. Have you sent the message to the provinces?” John enquires as he reaches his stallion—a black beauty, almost invisible in the dark.

“Yes, My Lord, their soldiers are on their way, some from the nearest provinces have joined us tonight.”

John nods.

“We must ride through the night.” He states before getting on his horse “Come on, boy.” He whispers to his trusted companion before tightening his hold on the reins.

As if his eyes developed a will of their own, his eyes turn towards the nearest tower, where some court ladies stand, most of them, to bid their loved ones a good fortune. A part of him hopes to see you among them. But he returns his gaze to the road ahead with a tinge of disappointment before squeezing his legs as his horse begins moving, followed by the rest of the men.

—--

The room is quiet, except for the crackling of the fireplace and the rustle of the Duke’s clothes as his eyes take in the contents of the letters the Queen has sent you all the way to this place. You have ridden through the night and dawn, finally reaching the gates of the Reinckalf.

As soon as he raises, you follow.

“My men shall meet the King’s army eastward. The maids shall lead you to a chamber, you are free to ride back to the capital, My lady. A battleground is no place for a Lady.”

“Yes, my Lord, I know so. But I have vowed to return to the Queen only with a pleasant word.” You bow before meeting his eyes.

The Duke stands as if studying you briefly before nodding  “As you wish.”

—-------

“The Eastern Provinces may sympathise with the fallen King, and since George, the Queen’s cousin, is the only male heir, they may refrain from sending their men to fight against him, at best.” The Earl of Easterwood states as he stands with John in his chamber. “If forces are joining, Esterwood castle walls can hold them for only so long. But since the army has arrived from the capital, we are relieved.”

“John eyes the layout along the table-sized map.” 

“How many of the barons fought with the previous King?”

“The previous earl was armed by more than a handful of them before they reluctantly surrendered.”

“And how many men do they have right now?”

“I’m afraid, we have no exact numbers, My Lord.”

John’s gaze is sharp as he glances up, but he says nothing and returns his focus to the map. “How many days will it take for the Northerners to reach?”

“If they are fast as they claim, two more days, My Lord.”

“But we have less time if George is marching forward.”

“They say the French have provided them with some of their best troops, two sakers.”

John sighs “I see. Prepare your men, put them on guard for the castle.” 

“At your command Lord Juan,” the Earl bows as John walks past him. 

—-----

“I believe that you are well-acquainted with the histories of this land?” The Duke asks as you ride beside him, two bannermen trotting ahead on their horses while his troops ride behind you two.

“I have, as a lady must, my lord.”

“Then you must have noticed that tis a cycle, my lady. A King is crowned, then comes another,  and another, cities burn, villages are plundered, hundreds die until an empire crumbles to ashes.”

“Then comes another.” You add in a hushed tone, speaking more or less to yourself. “But we must do our duty.” You conclude, raising your chin.

“People have walked through blood to reach the throne, My Lady. I have seen the Queen’s father rule over this Kingdom, and I am seeing her husband rule over this Kingdom—there is no duty—there is only blood.”

You eye him, wary, intrigued and confused “The Queen tells me that you are her friend.”

“I assure you of my allegiance with the Queen. We have been friends since we were children.”

“I would not dare to question your loyalty, My Lord.” You assure him. Offending a man of his stature is the last thing on your mind.

“When we face the enemies tomorrow, My Lady, you shall see my loyalty anyway, and let the Queen know, that she has friends, true friends still.” He states as they continue through the trodden road.

—---

“John, will you tell us what is going in your head?” Borachio and Conrade follow John as they ride deeper into the woods.

“For now we are taking cover. I do not wish to be dead anywhere other than the battlefield.”

“So honourable and glorious.” Conrade comments with a chuckle

“You think I am honourable? Do you think I seek glory?” John scoffs, glancing at his friend. "They're all built on lies."

“Why are we here?” Borachio asks

“Because nothing matters in a war, only victory,” John responds as his stallion stops at a point. They can now see the enemy camp but are perfectly hidden from sight.

—--

It has been a long day for the soldier. Other than the village, they plundered on their way, and they had no rest or food.

 ‘Rest’ is not the way to describe how he and his friend barged into one of the many cottages. It was dark inside, but there was unmistakably a woman there. His friend threatened her with his dagger while he grabbed some fruits and bread.

He does not remember her face or know her name, but now, as he lays in the tent, guarding the cannon balls and some steel, her cries haunt him. His friend held her down by the neck while he tore her clothes and thrust inside her. And after he was done, his friend took his turn before he cut her throat and left the cottage to burn. 

He closes his eyes, feeling much lighter without the armour. Sleep is not far away either. He is tired and they have been travelling. Tomorrow may—

The sudden smell of smoke catches him off guard. He springs on his feet, frantically looking around. His eyes widen as he sees one of the tent walls in flames, nearing the containers for explosives and canon balls, placed along with a pile of others.

“N—!” 

But it is too late, as the tent explodes with a deafening boom, throwing the camp into a burning, bloody and miserable chaos. It gives way to many more explosions and fires like cards inevitably falling one after another.

And amidst the havoc, three men slip away into the woods, unnoticed. 

—------

“Good Lord! How did you know they have already reached?” The realisation and fear dawn upon Borachio as the adrenaline wears off while they ride through the woods.

“Before we reached here. Lord Beecham said that he had information regarding the route they had taken. He most obvious lie I have heard here. Lord Beecham is no friend of the King.”

“What is it to you? Why do you risk us, yourself for this?” 

John turns to Borachio, as their horses trot through the woodland “Because I want to.”

“You never walk on a whim.” Conrade pushes.

There is no trace of pride in his eyes for what he has done. He simply has done what was needed to be done to gain the upper hand.

“Then you know me.” That is all the explanation John provides them with as they ride back to the palace.

“Be prepared for tomorrow.” He breaks the stretched silence during their ride back once the horses are back in the stable.

—----

The early arrival of the George, backed by the French Army at Esterwood catches most off guard. 

The battle has been decided tomorrow, why not today?” The earl wonders aloud as he shows John potential battlegrounds.

“Because they are not prepared yet,” John replies before putting a paperweight over a shallow hill on the map.

“The Northerners are yet to arrive, we are short of men. If Esterwood falls, it shall be a blow to the Crown---a humiliation! George will win.”

“I understand, My Lord, and that is why, we take downhill.”

“What? You baffle me good Lord, why take such a disadvantageous position?”

“You have a great knowledge of the geography here?”

“I assure you, I do.”

“Then prepare your men and send them the message to meet us tomorrow at the uphill.”

“But that gives them momentum.”

“That is what I want. Here,” he raises the paperweight and points near the hill, “if I am not wrong, is a bog. I want the troops to start working on the spears”

—---

The sun rises with two royal sigils against each other on the battleground. 

“Take positions!”

John commands and the men behind him point their spears. 

“Archers! Take positions!”

He commands again and the archers positioned strategically ready themselves and their bows.

“Lord Commander, who gave you information about the troops?”

“I believe a handful of barons holds sympathy for the Pretender.” The older man sighs, eyeing the expanded enemy troops, holding up the sigil that once stood over the capital of the Kingdom.

“Where are the Northerners?” 

“On their way, I assure you. The enemies have reached long before the estimated time.”

John gives him a sharp glance before straightening up.

“Either way, we must fight. And we must win” 

With that, he puts on his helmet, and the heavy metal clanks against his armour as he positions his sword over his horse, the men on foot have already taken position around the bog. 

Finally, the Lord Commander raises his sword and the horns blow.

—--

From a vantage point of view, it might look like ants rushing down a slope, pointed and organised initially, until they reach the bottom and their horses fail. Like a pile of cards, they fall. And that is when the men around the bog charge with arrows raining down.

Speas, swords, blood, dirt and mud, all become one on the wet ground. Those who manage to escape the bog—-on foot or on horse, are met by John and other men on their horses. But that is not enough. With a command to charge them on foot, John gets off his stallion and charges towards the incoming enemies with his naked sword.

The epics and the ballads sing of such scenes as glorious, something heroic. The plays, the paintings, the history records—all paint them in golden light. 

In reality, there is nothing heroic, or glorious about battles—it is simply men trying to survive. And there is only one way to survive on a battlefield without humiliation–to fight, to keep fighting. John’s breaths come out as gasps as he pushes, cuts, punches and wrestles through the armoured men.

It is a brutal chaos. Fight and live, or fight until you die.

His sword clashes with another's, he is swift on his feet—he has fought worse. He stands his ground, swiftly using his shield to protect himself against the incoming blows before attacking again. His sword meets his rival’s shield thrice before another armoured man attracts. But John is swift to move away and take position again. Using this shield, he hits one on the head, destabilising him before taking off his metal helmet and hitting one with it. It gives him enough time to push him onto the ground and swiftly push his sword through the gap, the blood and the sounds of the flesh being pierced are drowned by the man's short-lived but blood-curdling scream before he falls limp while John blocks another hit from the other man with his shield. His hands shake under the attack but he refuses to budge.

So much within a span of a moment. His attention shifts to the other man’s raised sword before John blocks with his shield again before getting back on his feet. He quickly attacks one of the approaching horses, cutting off the strap as the man on it falls on his current, bloodthirsty rival. Giving the fallen soldier no time to think, John takes his dagger and stabs the man in his eyes through the gap in his helmet before forcefully pulling off his helmet and stabbing him through the neck. He barely even looks into his eyes before pushing the body away and finally holding the man he has been fighting down, kicking his shield away and hitting him with his armoured head with his helmet until it bends. Finally, he takes off the helmet and hits his enemy’s bare and vulnerable head with his helmet with gritted teeth and lips curled up in a snarl until his face is marred with his rival’s blood and his rival, dead underneath him. 

But the battle is far from over and victory is not near enough. Back on his feet, John pushes and punches through armoured men, grabbing one in an armlock before hitting his head with the back of his sword. He throws him on the ground, where he is stomped over by the rest of the fighting soldiers and frightened horses.

Breathlessly, he fights through, until he hears horns at a distance. His eyes move to the source as relief washes over him at the sight of Reinkalf’s sigil along with the Kigdom’s. There is cheer, uproar and newfound vigour as the men fight.

“The Northern army!” Another man roars. 

From the other side rides down a large, imposing army from the north, scattering and completely overpowering the rest of the French troops. Their horses and swords cut through the enemy forces swiftly.

This indeed is his day.

John can’t help but think as a rare laugh bursts out of his bloodied mouth before he pushes against and attacks the enemy soldiers with newfound vigour.

It is a decided battle now, but his eyes search for George. As he fights through the men, reaching the middle, he misses a swordsman rising on his feet before it is too late, he is hurled on the ground, mud in his eyes and a heavy, armoured hand comes for for his jaw. John spits out blood, disoriented, half-blinded but swift enough to block another blow with his hands. His hand grabs a fallen helmet before he swings it on the man over his with full force. Breathless and bloody, he spits out again before snatching swinging the helmet again, and again, and again. Until the man falls beside him. Swiftly, John climbs over him and continues to hit him with the helmet until it breaks. Taking his dagger, he plunges it through the gap of the helmet.

Breathless and exhausted, he reluctantly takes off the armour protecting his torse—it is slowing him down. This man almost had him. He turns to swiftly block another incoming sword with his. Now much lighter and quicker, he easily manoeuvres through the battlefield. His sword slices through metal and flesh, leaving it dripping with warm blood.

 He can almost taste victory along with the mud and grass until he feels the sudden piercing of a dagger on the left of his torso. He growls and turns to the attacker.

He is not wearing the enemy’s armour.  

But he has no time to think through as the armoured man hits him with his shield, throwing him on the ground. John moves as fast as he can, rolling away deeper into the fighting ground spitting blood, and feeling the warm liquid flowing down from the side of his face.

The horns of victory blow, but it is all muffled by John, who finds his breath slowing as his vision dims.

*****

Phew! A long, boring chapter. But do not worry, things will pick up pace in the next.

[yandere-toons]

Pov: lesbian reader's gf texts them but they're hanging out with FOWL

Steelbeak is who they're taking for a walk. He's like the guard dog who's bigger than the person with him. He recognises the gf's name in an instant and shoots the reader a thumbs-up, intent on watching their phone screen to make sure the whole exchange goes smoothly.

Bradford has tried to coach them on what they can and can't say, wishing to avoid a repeat of the kidnapping incident. Yet since a buzzard may never be too paranoid in his line of work, he demands that Gandra bug their phone. He listens in on a few of the texts, but the raw levels of affection and trust repel him.

Gandra gets stuck with that responsibility as well.

The tire screech is incredible — it's a black limousine with tinted windows and no license plate. Jeeves has taken the wheel and skidded to a stop in the middle of a four-way intersection, now stepping out of the car and opening the backdoor to reveal a small party.

Rockerduck is drinking a centuries-old bottle of wine, pinkie outstretched, and telling tales of how he conquered the West. Don Karnage leans into the sunlight to greet the reader, strumming and singing and tapping his foot in unison.

[sweetwolfcupcake]

That's an interesting question. Let's assume that he's a secret or bastard son of a prominent politician figure with a raging resentment, ambition and void within. The one who seems AND acts like a privileged, mean asshole with serious daddy issues (probably needs a therapist but goes to drink, drive and fuck). But MAYBE, just maybe, the right person comes, puts him in place, and gives him a taste of selfless acts. He might think of her as a fool but there is no way she lets him walk all over her. She stands up to him and shows him the mirror and yet somehow, he does not feel judged. But trust? No way! But maybe, there are some tender moments here and there.

Before he knows it, he is falling and he is falling hard. But hey, Don John is no Prince Charming. His arrogance shines through as he lays 'claim' over her, doesn't understand boundaries and honestly, needs a lot more emotional maturity and intelligence. But again, he does not get his way, and if he's going to throw a tantrum (which is NOT harmless or innocent BTW, might go as far as threatening people, and harassing her). But he forgets that has got a stubborn and headstrong opposition who is not afraid to call him out on his bullshit. She shows him that she has no problem drawing lines and leaving if he does not mend his ways. She knows what's not good for her.

And if he evolves, even a bit, he will finally try to be better while chasing her. And if he stubbornly remains an asshole, he will pull one of his asshole moves (kidnapping? threatening? beating up a male friend he suspects? Nothing is past him. He is an entitled bastard--pun intended) and push her away further.

But let's be optimistic and assume that there is something good in him left, and she inspires him to feed the good wolf in him. He finally begins to accept that every successful relationship needs balance and compromise. If she had taken so many steps for him before finally throwing her hands up, he would take the rest just to see her walk back. And even if she doesn't, he would still try to be better, and become the man he knows she deserves.

As I said, let's be optimistic.

She does love him and sees his efforts and while he has a LOT to work on, they restart, but with baby steps.

And that is how the modern Don Jon gets his redemption arc.

*****

Hope it wasn't boring, I was suddenly hit with this.

but what WOULD a modern don John AU look like??? 🤔👀👀😆 @scarlettspectra @discoscoob @treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake @ghcstpyre @lilithlinen

[nwheregirl]

Assigning specific gifs with specific scenarios to Yandere!Keanu characters: (requested by @gea-chan96 🖤/ NSFW-DARK THEMES!)

This one:

With:

Useless to say, he’s a very violent yandere. He’s the type to scare his darling to death or even slap them. He’s a kidnapper type of yandere, too.

This one:

With:

Donaka is a possessive and manipulative yandere, he would probably become your sugar daddy as a way to lure into your life and make you trust him. Not a kidnapper, uses sex as punishments.

This one:

With:

KING OF KIDNAPPERS! He’s a possessive and jealous yandere, yet gentle. Gives you rules and acts authoritative. I imagine a Daddy/Little Girl dynamic. His punishments are bdsm-ish. Loves to use his belts on you.

This one:

With:

HEAR ME OUT-Not a kidnapper, but an husband!Yandere. He hides his dark side until your marriage and you both moving to NY. He’s a public denigrator/public sex type of punisher. Spanks you on his desk at work, touches your ass at parties in front of everyone…and muuuuch worse.

This one:

With:

IN MY DON JOHN BRAINROT. I mean- it’s the 16th century so a man has no need to be possessive over a woman since they were already seen as a property but…making you marry him as soon as he can, talking to your fathers about marrying you without your consent, making you wear what he likes on you, always standing right next to you at parties, always having trusted men around you when he’s away (he’s a soldier after all)…do I need to say anything else?

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere Alphabet: John Doe

Oh boy. He was so much fun trying to get a hang off - especially because of the existential horror, that gets introduced through John Doe and- I just like it a lot!

John Doe

He already is a yandere (and 100% some sort of eldritch monster). I feel like I should point that out... He already is obsessive by nature. But you knew that already, no? So I wonder if this is more of – you know – normal headcanons. Because he already is like that. All the time. I don´t even think that luck will help you in this situation.

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

He is staring at you again. You can feel his eyes constantly being on you, as you move through the gas station. You never hated your job more. There was no way, you could run from him at the moment. Sometimes you would catch him, trying to intimidate him with unwavering eye contact. It didn´t work. His smile only seemed to grow wider. At the bus stop, he was leaning into your space again. You were pretty sure, that he was leaning even closer to you to take a sniff at your clothes. Shoving him away would do nothing to help you. You had already tried that once. He had taken it as an opportunity to hold your hand tightly between his, nearly breaking the bones in your fingers. Trying to squirm away, tended to result in him grabbing you close to himself with an uncomfortable flush to his face. No matter what you did, you never seemed to get away from him.

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

The Have you seen the gift I left for you?, let you turn around slowly to stare at him. You refused to ask for clarification and instead waited for a moment. He was shaking, his hair fluttering around him, as he just twirled one singular strand between his fingers. He pointed at your kitchen, and you swallow. Not sure, that you really wanted to see it. But with the way, the walls of your home seem to be melting, you knew, that it was either this or him loosing his patience. You stepped into your kitchen and just looked at the mess on your floor. He followed behind you, he could see how hesitant you were. Judging from the way you just stopped, he knew that your mind had just blocked it out. You were not quite understanding what you were seeing, and he grinned. What a beautiful gift, no? He had seen how that woman had kept sniffing after you. She almost looked beautiful as ground meat and puree for his darling. To his Do you like it?, you never responded as you sunk to the floor with a scream, but he didn´t mind.

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

You throw the front door to your apartment wide open, hoping to get away from this creep by running out to the street. Instead of the usual dreadful sight that greets you every morning, you nearly run into a wall of blinking eyes. With a scream you stumble back. What is this? That wasn´t there before! You stumble back further, till suddenly greasy hairs tickles the back of your neck. Faster, than you would have expected from him, he already slung his arms around you. His hair is somehow wrapping around your neck, and he grins widely at you with his yellow and crooked teeth. It makes you gag. Instead of saying anything though, he simply holds you. Your turn your head back to the wall of eyes, and feel yourself start to shake. This can´t be real. As your thoughts start to spiral, you see from the side how he simply reaches out with one arm, and waves his hand lazily. The door to the walls of eyes shuts. He burrows his head in your neck, and you can feel him nosing along the line of your throat. Don´t worry everything will be just fine...

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

His patience was wearing thin, as you refused him again. No matter what he seemed to do, you seemed to block him at every point. This was definitely one of your more stubborn runs, and it was stealing his last nerve. So, he took the reins into his own hands. A little bit of influence there, a drop of his power here, and you were a marionette dancing to his wishes. Surely not a comfortable feeling, but it was kind of fun, seeing your face twist, as he laid words upon your tongue. He was so much more, than you could ever comprehend, and he wasn´t afraid of using it to his advantage.

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

He was babbling again. With a tired sigh you turned to him, keeping your eyes closed. You could hear the static in the distance, that became synonymous to you with him letting his real self bleed through to this reality. You frowned, your eyebrows pinching together, as you tried to decipher his whispering, before giving up. He was speaking in tongues again, and you knew, that it would give you a headache sooner or later. He stopped. Frowning in concentration, before turning back to you. He realized again, that you and him weren´t quite on the same wavelength. Something, he tended to forget. Often. Coughing, he pulled himself back into the facsimile of a human, as he looked at you. He saw how you slowly opened one eye to throw a quick glance his way, as if making sure that everything was as close to normal as was possible with him. An embarrassed grin flitted over his face again, as he started to talk again. This time trying to use metaphors and concepts that fit your reality. And you – adorable, lovable you – listened to him intently, as he bared his heart to you, in terms that you could understand as well.

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

You realize how useless this whole thing is, as soon as his smile registers for you. He is grinning at you, as if he doesn´t even notice what you are doing. Cocking his head to the side, he just watches you with a big smile. You stop. This wasn´t what you had in mind when attacking him. You had expected a struggle. Anything but the inaction he was presenting right now. Later you try to attack him physically a few more times, even poisoning him. Nothing works. There is only one thing, that makes him show a reaction, and that it was when you emotionally pull back from him. When you ignore it, when he speaks to you. He hates that. You can see it. His hair frizzles into ever direction, and the symbols on his shirt switch rapidly. He comes far too close to you. An annoying, never-ending buzzing underlaying his every word.

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

His whole life sometimes feels like a game to him. Doesn´t mean, that he particularly enjoys it, whenever you give him the cold shoulder. It gnaws at his patience, when he sees how you try to get away from him. His nerves slowly frying themselves, as he wonders how to stop you. He becomes a danger to you and everyone around him, when he finally looses it. It is with a tired sigh, that he has to wind back time again. Repairing, what he had broken in a fit of his. The aftershocks of him wrapping reality into breaking, still skittering across his skin. He hopes, that this time, you won´t try to play with his heart like that. Not that you remember your previous run. But still!

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

He hadn´t been as careful as he usually was, when he let the day begin again from the top. The vague feeling of déjà vu, that followed you everywhere, was impossible to ignore at this point. No matter what you did, what choices you made, everything seems to be already familiar to you. Like a script, that you had played along with many times. And when you step on the bus to see him, it suddenly clicks for you. You start to shake, as memories rush over you. The fragile barriers, he had set up in your mind to keep you from remembering all the different iterations of your meetings, crumbling to dust. You remember. Everything. Dread washes over you as lock eyes with him. He smiles. You pass out. Start again? Yes/No. Yes!

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

The Uncanny Valley is not really a place, where one makes grand plans for the future. Most residents either can´t live anywhere else or become victims of the eldritch horror housed in these streets. 'John' isn´t any different in that regard, and he knows it. He doesn´t make any plans for the future, and instead tends to obsess over the past. There is only three things he wants. One: To not be bored again. Two: To stick by your side, because you chased the boredom away. And three: Not to watch how you get devoured by something else. This is as far as any of his planning goes, and it is enough for him.

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

The strange man is even more tedious than usual today. He always hangs around your workplace. But this time, he truly feels like he could be dangerous. Your co-worker was back and she was as nice and accommodating as ever. A true charmer. But every time your hands brushed, you felt dread racing across your mind. You don´t know what is wrong with you today. You smile at your co-worker and break out in cold sweat. 'John' is this close to rewinding the day. He hates, hates, hates! He hates how that woman touches you o so casually. It makes him want to scream. The only reason, that he hasn´t changed the narrative yet is, that he thinks that maybe he could learn something from this stranger. After all, there is something you like about this waste of thought, no? And even then, maybe she could become a nice gift for you?

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

He looks at you again with far too wide eyes, his mouth slightly opened. It disgusts you. On your worse days, he reminds you off a mutt, someone left at a street corner, and you are the poor sod saddled to keep him company. He acts cute - so cute for what he is - and it makes you want to retch. But it´s not like you can deal with him being honest with you either. After all just a touch of the real him, can make your brain leak from your ears. Still! Does he have to pretend to be a harmless puppy half of the time?

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

'John' knows, that even though he is trying his best, he is messing up quite a lot. He´s absolutely inept, when he tries to talk to you. Your face tells him that very clearly. It is easy to see in the way your lip curls up and he can see, just a hint of teeth flashing at him, as you watch him closely. To make it short, you are disgusted by him. The way he looks at you is creepy, the way he talks gives you a headache. And the way he looks-! Let´s not start this now. You don´t like him, and it´s not even a single thing, it´s the entirety of him! You just don´t like him! And yet something always seems to pull you towards him regardless.

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

People tend to cross the street, when they see him coming. Quietly muttering under his breath, hair reaching out every once in a while, as if trying to take a closer look at a few things. His wide unseeing eyes always fixed on something. He doesn´t blink, as he stares at other people. When he meets you, he doesn´t really try at first to change anything about himself. He is like he always was. Creepy and overly focused. But he realizes rather quickly, by your hesitant glances thrown his way, that you feel uncomfortable around him. This is not quite what he wanted. He twists himself into a version, that you would find appealing. He doesn´t even mind it. After all, he knows, that he would do everything to keep your attention on him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

You carefully step back from John. He had suddenly grown still. Even his hair didn´t move. It was strange to see him like this. He looked like a statue. You weren´t even sure, if he was still breathing. The man was always moving in some way or another, to see this – It scared you. When you took another step back, something crinkled under your foot. Some stray can, that had been left on the floor. At once, his head snapped towards you. His eyes locking onto yours immediately His pupils were wide blown, and the smile that stretched over his face, only showcased that there were far too many teeth in his mouth. He turned fully towards you, grin growing wider, and simply snapped his fingers. You don´t know if you screamed or not, at the knowledge, that suddenly flooded through your head. Flailing, you tried to find something to ground yourself with. Sighing with relief, when familiar clammy hands took yours. You never thought, you would take comfort in John being there.

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

For one moment, he wonders what it says about him, that he caught the one he adores in a time loop. Then he shakes his head. It won´t matter in the end. You aren´t even aware of the loop, he carefully wound around you. In the evening of some days, he lets reality wrap for you as well. He adores your screams and cries just so much! He loves, that he can go through the same motions every day with you. And if he ever gets bored again, he can simply loop as long as it takes him to get the perfect meeting right and let time finally crawl forward to the next day. An eternity shared between the two of you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

It´s very easy for him to live through the same day over and over again. It didn´t drive him mad. Completely, that is. He knows, that you aren´t quite aware. That this isn´t the first time you meet. He lost count. So, even though it´s the same day over and over for him, he always does his best to not let that show through. Even if your answers become more than just familiar. The only time, his patience seems to run out, is when you blatantly ignore him. Ignore him in the bus, turning away from him to stare out the window. When your eyes glaze over at the gas station, ducking out of his sight. It gnaws at him, when you try that. But tomorrow you will do same song and dance all over again. And maybe this time you´ll dance with him again.

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

You try to catch his eye, as you struggle to speak. Blood is bubbling from your lips, as you slowly choke on it. You don´t know what had come over him, as he threw himself at you, with a even more deranged smile than usual, and started to cut into you with glee. He was mumbling something under his breath as he carved into you. Not stopping, not listening to your cries. He stopped after a while. Looking down at your still body. Blood was cooling on his face, as he took a slow breath to steady himself again. He needed to see it just once. Just once, that is all he wanted. With careful hands, he cracked open your rips, cradling your heart against his own chest. He looked at it. Memorizing every crevice and vein. Then he sighed. Twisting their finger, he started to motion in a counter-clockwise circle. Before his eyes your body knitted back together. He slowly stood up, carefully cleaning the blood from his face and knife. His shirt had already soaked the blood up. You looked at him like nothing happened, and he smiled at you. But now he knew. Dying or leaving are just not things, that you can do with him.

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

He watches how you scurry around your own home. Carefully leaving quite a bit of space between the two of you, as you try to escape to your bedroom. Your fear is obvious. It´s smell his hanging over the room, and 'John' can´t help but to let out a little pleased sigh. Even though he doesn´t move from his spot on the couch, he still tunes in to you. Eyes opening up in the walls, still unseen by you, through which he can keep watch. It´s interesting to him, to find out what you will do next. He doesn´t worry himself over your distress If you can´t function with the pressure of it all, he will simply start from the beginning again. It´s easy for him. But for now, he watches you with a pleased smile. Indulging himself in his curiosities.

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

His steps are slow, as he tiredly shuffles through the streets of the (appropriately named Uncanny) Valley, his gaze glued to the floor. He could faintly hear the churning of a house devouring it´s occupant, and can´t help but chuckle slightly to himself. His own bloodlust peaking for a moment, only to rapidly decline again. Sometimes he gets so bored, he swears that he feels like his brain will eat itself, only to alleviate some of it. He stops, waits for a moment, and then turns to the bus stop Huh. That´s new! He can feel a smile with far too many teeth stretch across his mouth, more pushing through his gums. That is new! You are new! The boredom vanishes at once. And he? He chases after you!

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

He would never say it out loud, but he doesn´t quite know what you are doing there. It does seem rather unusual behaviour for humans, but he just shrugs it off. The screaming and the crying doesn´t really bother him. Though, there is one he doesn´t like, but has plenty explanations already made up for himself. It´s when he sits down in the same vicinity as you, and you try to get away from him. Maybe the scenery already bored you? Well, it doesn´t matter! He will simply follow where you go!

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

You watched him warily. His unblinking eyes staring at nothing, as he mumbled something under his breath. He´s not quite here with you and you could feel it. You had become painfully aware of the fact that your... 'boyfriend' wasn´t quite human. His hair twisting to take a hold of something as if it was sentient, his fingers twirling to twist time and space. How he would sometimes look at you, as if he couldn´t understand how you functioned. It scared you. He never physically hurt you. But you wonder if you had become his victim in other ways. The way he talked sometimes, it scared you. He watched you from the corner of his eyes. Wondering if his little moment of inattention would result in him, having to reset the last few minutes. Again. It took little effort for him nowadays to operate this body, so much, that it more and more became second nature, so that he sometimes forget, that he was still moving it. He grinned at you, and ignored how you recoiled from him.

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

You both know it. It just isn´t possible. No matter what you do or where you go. He will follow. A thousand eyes, all belonging to him, are watching your every move. No matter where you go, he will follow like a shadow. You can always just see him from the corner of your eye. He doesn´t sleep. Doesn´t need to rest. But you do. You can´t vanish into the crowd, a hand or a string of hair always wrapped around you, if something that isn´t you, actually catches his attention for a moment. There is no escape. The only thing you can do to make this whole situation better for yourself, is to remind him of your humanity. He is prone to forgetting it. Lie to him, if necessary. Appease him. Because you will never ever be getting rid of him. Never.

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

John never once had to rely on physical strength. You know it. He knows it. He´s powerful enough to melt your brain, when he simply tells you his name. No, you aren´t afraid of the twig-like figure following your every step. At least not directly. What frightens you, is knowing that this figure is a simple meat-puppet for an eldritch god. At least, that is what you think John is. You can never be too sure. He hurts you in way, you know are accidental. Shows and tells you things, that he simply forgot are too much for your „fragile human mind“. You hate the implications behind that, whenever he says it. It only frightens you more. Sends your heart racing, as you blankly stare at a wall. He never hurts you. But you are in pain regardless, when he opens his mouth, when he twists his fingers.

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

He was watching you again. You hadn´t noticed him yet, and he let out a dreamy sigh, as he simply observed you going along with your job. He adored the way, you would absent-mindedly chew on your cheeks, when you got bored behind the counter. Your eyes staring into nothing, as your mind wandered to far away places. He loved everything about you, even the way you blinked made him feel so much warmth. Everything seemed to be a new thing with you. For a moment he wondered how to approach you. Then a thought struck him. Yes, that should be doable. Messing around with time wasn´t that much harder after all. He just needed to follow you home, and then- Bam! Just shift your house a bit closer to his layer of reality. Sooner or later, he was sure, that the two of you would become inseparable. He should talk to you at the bus stop or introduce himself to you. With a snap of his fingers you became aware of him again. The show could start!

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

His hair was bushing up behind him, and you could swear, that the symbol on his shirt just changed. You blink once, twice, and then shake your head. No, you won´t mention that to him. Instead, you try to patiently explain to this pushy creep – John Doe or whatever he calls himself – that No, I am not free this afternoon! You ignore the way his grin seems to crack and break, seeming more deranged by the second, and simply turn away. You ignore his fuming, his pacing, but he knows you can´t ignore it, when he suddenly vanishes. He can see, that you throw a quick look over your shoulder, eyebrow creasing. His hair curls around his arms in anger, reaching out to hold at everything that it can touch. His face is shifting again, and it only aggravates him further. Last chance. This is your last chance. Keep ignoring him today, and he won´t try to pretend any more. The scream you let out at the bus stop, that night, calms him again, but not enough, that when after months of repeating the same thing over and over again, you still ignore him, he simply cracks. Reality plays around his fingers, and you and him, are trapped in your home in the next moment, his powers shrouding it from prying eyes. Just you and him. Forever and ever. And ever.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

You see the eyes dripping from the walls – Or are the walls themselves dripping? – and his hair is clinging to everything. Are you chocking on it yet? No matter where you turn, reality seems to crumble beneath the feather-light touch of your own eyes. Why are the walls bleeding? Why are they breathing? You can´t help yourself but too scream. He looks down at you. Reality twirling around his fingers, as he plays with it mindlessly. That wasn´t quite what he had planned. He hadn´t thought, that you could handle him, well being himself, so little. He sighed, pulling at time. Let´s do this from the top again!

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

FanFic Rulz

FANFIC REQUESTING : CL0SED

So, you just found this blog and you wanna request for me to write somethin, eh? well,of course, you'd need to now the rules first, right? of course you would! so, here they are!

PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING FANFIC!

THANKS!

ONTO LE RULZ!!

WILL DO (FANDOMS):

JOHN DOE (VN)

TOTAL DRAMA

INSIDE JOB

TMNT (2012)

SPOOKY MONTH

SOUTH PARK

PPB (PICTURE PERFECT BOYFRIEND)

WELCOME HOME (WEB)

YFM (YOUR FAVRIOTE MARTIAN)

SUPER MARIO BROS. MOVIE

DR. SUESS'S THE LORAX (2012 FILM)

COOKIE RUN: KINGDOM

FIONA AND CAKE / ADVENTURE TIME

WILL DO (CHARACTERS):

JOHN DOE (VN):

JOHN DOE(who else is there??)

TOTAL DRAMA:

MOST IF NOT ALL CHARACTERS FROM THE FIRST FEW SEASONS AND IN ALL STARS

INSIDE JOB:

THE ENTIRETY OF "THE GANG"

RAD RIDDLY (vine boom here)

ELIOT MOTH MAN (bbg lul)

TAMIKO RIDLEY

TMNT(2012):

LEO

RALPH

DON

MIKE

SPOOKYMONTH(YT):

SKID(ONLY PLATONIC STUFF, UNLESS ITS SKIDXPUMP, BUT NOTHING NSFW OR WEIRD WITH THE BABIES PLS)

PUMP(SAME AS SKID LUL)

LILA

JUANE

KEVIN

HAPPY FELLA (SHOW VER)

SAD GUY

DEXTER

DEXTER DOLL

THE THIEVES

BOB VELSEB

STREBER

THE HATZGANG (ROMANTIC AND SHIPPING IS OK, JUST NO PEDO STUFF)

SOUTH PARK

ERIC CARTMAN

KYLE

STAN

KENNY

BUTTERS

TWEEK

TOLKIEN

CRAIG

CLYDE

WENDY

MIKE/VAMPIR

DAMIEN THORN

PIP/PHILLIP PIRRIP

CHRISTOPHE (THE MOLE)

ESTELLA HAVISHAM

POCKET

PPB(PICTURE PERFECT BOYFRIEND):

ASHTON FELL

KADSEY KADSINGTON

VINCENT VON EISLIED

"JOHN DOE"/MAX

ASHTON FELL/ASHINO

WELCOME HOME (WEB):

WALLY DARLING

SALLY STARLIGHT

JULIE JOYFUL

FRANK FRANKLY

EDDIE DEAR

HOWDY PILLAR

BARNABY B. BEAGLE

YFM (YOUR FAVRIOTE MARTIAN):

PUFF PUFF

AXEL

DEEJAY

BENATAR

SUPER MARIO BROS. MOVIE

MARIO M.

LUIGI M.

PEACH T.

BOWSER K.

DR. SUESS'S THE LORAX (2012 FILM)

THE ONCELER

(i added the lorax just for Oncie lmao)

COOKIE RUN: KINGDOM

ALL OF THEM. (i cannot list them here, there are at least 107 cookies I will write for, as I do not write for FUCKING GINGRR BREAVE RAGH)

FIONNA AND CAKE / ADVENTURE TIME

FIONNA

FINN (The adult Ver from Fiona and Cake, canonically in his 20's)

FARMBOY FINN

SIMON PETRIKOV

ICE KING

WINTER KING

GARY PRINCE

MARSHALL LEE

BUBBLEGUM PRINCESS

MARCELINE

PRISMO

WON'T DO:

NSFW/SMUT OF ANY KIND, SO NO LEMONS OR LIMES, MAKE-OUT IS OK, AND HIGHLY ROMANTIC IS GOOD TOO, JUST NO SESMGEY STUFFS, OK? OK.

PEDO SHIT. ALL PEDOS GET OUT AND LEAVE MY BLOG.

ZOO SHIT. GET THE FUCK OUT.

I JUST CANT DO ANY EXTREME GORE, SORRY.

GINGER BRAVE FROM CR: K. I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU REQUEST HIM.

WILL DO:

FLUFF

ROMANCE

ANGST (EVEN THO IM KINDA ASS AT IT)

YANDERE STUFFS

STALKING

LIGHT GORE

AND OTHER SHIT IG- JUST NO SMUT AND WHATEVER ISN'T IN THE WON'T DO LIST IS FINE.

OH AND THERE WILL BE CUSSING IF YOU COULDN'T TELL.

feel free to request!

[johnwickcaretaker]

hello

I have read your writings and I really think they are great.

but listen... how about we can have a yandere/possessive/stalker tom ludlow✨

He does have a lot of potential just like Don John

I have never watched Tom Ludlow or Don Jonn unfortunately. I've actually only seen John Wick and The Matrix (and I really need to rewatch The Matrix). Thanks though!

[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

Oh, lawd! i have to post everything again! Send me all your energy. If you wanna be tagged, just inform me!

Also, I’ll be changing the story by a little, (or by a lot, idk) from my previous version.

You were feeling like John Travolta from the music video of Stayin’ Alive. Vibing to your own rhythm, living your own freedom. Attending college miles away from your hometown, you were the captain of your ship. Though you loved your parents more than anything, you were glad for the freedom granted upon you.

Your Freshmen year had just begun and you had already made a few friends. But what you didn’t want to accept just yet was your crush on one of them, Bucky. With his steely blue eyes and boyish charm, even a goddess might fall for him, and you were just a mortal. You were simply happy with being friends as you believed he would never like you and well, a little crush never hurt nobody.  

Completing your shift in a local bookstore, just outside the campus, you were walking back, lost in your own thoughts. What caught your attention was a group of howling high schoolers; from the look of it, they were barely a year to two younger than you. A group of tall and popular kids were bullying a skinny, helpless dude; ufff the usual cliché you thought to yourself. What you failed to notice though was his bleeding nose.  

You were a kind soul, always helping others, but you were no fool. All alone in an unknown town, you weren't going to confront the burly teens who were twice your own size. After giggling and cracking some stupid jokes on the poor dude trying to impress a girl, they left him and that’s when you noticed all the blood. You quickly crossed the road and walked towards him. He seemed smaller than he was as he was crouching down and trying to rub all the blood.

“Hey! Pinch your nose, don’t disturb it by rubbing.” you said while bending down. “Uhh, okay... thanks!” he looked at you with big doe eyes and you were utterly mesmerized by the blue oceans he had for his eyes. “Do you.. Do you need something else kid? Where do you live?” you asked giving him a candy and your water bottle. “I’m no kid!” he exclaimed and you flinched.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You are helping me and here I am shouting at you.” You could clearly see remorse in his eyes and you wondered why would someone hurt him? “yeah, yeah.. It's Okay... now have this candy, the sugar will help you feel better.” you said with a soft smile. “thank you so much... and by the way I live two streets across. I mean I can go by myself, I'm a grown-up.. But...” he trailed off and you helped him get up.

“I’m Steve” he tried his best to smile and you followed by sharing your own name. And with that his chatter train began, he explained that he was just trying to help another girl getting bullied, when the bullies decided to change their target and chase Steve instead.

“you should wear your own mask first and then help others wear theirs.” you quipped and instantly bit your tongue. “Hmm, what?” he asked genuinely curious. “what I meant is that you did what is correct and very brave, but sometimes you gotta think for yourself too. But these are just my thoughts.” you shrugged. “I’ll remember that.” he said with a genuine expression. And after a million thank yous he finally went in his house. By the size of his house, he seemed rich and you wondered maybe this wasn't that cliché.  

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

The next day, you were walking back the same road, when you thought of Steve. He really was a kind and sweet person. This world needed more of people like him. And just then you saw him smiling brightly and waving at you, his nose bandaged. He had a huge box in his hand.

“Heyyyyy! Thank you for helping me yesterday. So I just... kinda got this as a ... a token of appreciation. I considered you might like donuts, so I got you this.” He said rubbing his nape. His cheeks had become so red he looked like a ripe tomato. “well, if you haven’t already given me diabetes by saying so many thank yous, after eating sooo many donuts I’ll surely get it.” At that you both chuckled and the atmosphere became lighter. As you picked a donut, he looked at you with such admiration you thought you would melt then and there.

Suddenly with a stern expression you asked “what if it’s drugged?” His eyes widened and he stuttered, “I... I would never do that ...” he looked down and you thought he might cry. “hey waittt.. don’t get so sad.. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I was just joking. I have this really bad habit of saying things when I shouldn’t. God I just ruined everything.” You just made a mental note not to joke around him, he seemed to be quite emotional. Though it was going to be difficult to tame your tongue. “don’t be. I just take things too literally.... anyway let’s have some donuts what say?” He said with such shine in his eyes you wondered whether he was sad just a moment before.

You both walked up to your university campus, munching on donuts. You both shared things about yourselves. You told him how you were passionate in becoming a doctor. He on the other hand talked about his struggles in studying. “will you help me? You are so smart and bright, will you help me study if I have a doubt or something?” he asked giving his big doe eyes.

You weren’t going to agree at first, you had just met him a day ago. But after looking in those calm blue pools of his eyes you agreed. Seeing the joy on his face, you wondered whether he just won an Oscar.

What you didn’t know was that Steve had already fallen in love with you, yes love, he was convinced that you were the one for him, his one true love. Not a moment had he been able to think of anything but you since he had met you. You were everything he needed and wanted and much more. He was simply desperate to spend more time with you.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

It had been around six months since you met Steve. Over the time you two had turned out to be best friends. While Steve had fallen even more in love with you, you had fallen hopelessly in love with bucky. While you always told bucky about Steve and vice versa, you never confessed to Steve about your love for Bucky, thus furthermore increasing his hopes. You desperately wished to make Steve and Bucky meet. They were two important people in your life and you more than anything wished that they got together well.  

Today was the day when you decided to arrange a small meet and greet at the park where you and Steve met every day. You and Bucky walked together towards the tree where you usually sat with Steve waiting there for you. You knew both would like each other, but somewhere deep within your gut you were getting a not-so good feeling about this.  

Steve’s eyes lit up seeing you but as they turned to Bucky, it felt as if all the energy had been sucked out of him. You didn’t like that one bit. “Bucky!?” Steve exclaimed in half disappointment and half fear. “You both... you both know each other?” you ask bewildered. You tried chuckling to lighten the mood but by the looks of it they were sworn enemies, but you prayed that you were wrong. “yeah, we know each other a little too well... Uh... We were good friends once.” Steve quietly admitted.

All this time Bucky had his jaw clenched, dragging in a deep breath he began. “I knew it! I knew it would be you, you little fucker! You want to have everything don’t you? Goddammit! I had this feeling it was you but I thought it was too much of a coincidence, but no. fate had to be so cruel.” you were shocked to see Bucky's sudden outburst. You wondered what conspired between the two, as either hadn’t ever mentioned the other.  

You were snapped out of your thoughts with Bucky calling your name. “let’s go. I don’t want to see him even for a minute more and neither do you.” Bucky started pulling your hand but you stopped him “Bucky no. I guess you have some misunderstanding; Steve is a good person. And you don’t get to tell me who to talk to and who to not.”

Suddenly Bucky turned back to Steve, anger written all over his face. “You didn’t tell her, huh, did you? Don’t worry I'll tell her. Steve is the son of Joseph Rogers and he is the freaking Don Corleone of this area. Do you know how my father died? Steve’s father had him killed just because unknowingly he provided shelter to his father’s fugitive. Steve just pretends to be a caring, emotional person but he is a snake behind that mask, so is everyone in his family.” towards the end Bucky was in tears and you were in utter shock. Now that you tried to remember, Steve never really did tell you much about his family. And the fact that Steve wasn’t denying any single allegation made you want to puke your guts out.

“You have taken too much from me. But not this. Not her. Not the woman I love more than anything.” Bucky said it out loud in the heat of the moment. You were too dumbstruck to even blink. Did Bucky just confess that he loved you?  

Bucky turned to you and held your arm with such softness you wondered if he was just now screaming his lungs out at Steve. “I know I can't tell you who to be with, and I promise I never will in the future, but trust me you want to be caught up with him or his family. And still, if you choose him, well then, I can’t be with you.”

You knew you had to make a choice then and there, there was no going back, and you chose Bucky.

[mailmom]

Explain infamous

Spoilers for infamous but this game is old as shit so I don’t really care

There’s this dude, bald and he’s like a delivery man and one day he gets a call where the guy is like “I’ll slide u a 10 if u open this package for me” and delivery guy is like bet and opens it and the fucking city explodes bruh?? Not really tho it creates a crater tho and ppl died fr like it’s a giant blast right. It’s called the “blast” so everything I just said fuck it it’s the blast. He wakes up, (his name is Cole) and he’s like bruh and his friend Zeke is like hey uhhh what’s going on and he’s like lol I can control electricity and Zeke is like :) ok. Anyways he has a girlfriend that finds out he “caused” the blast and turns out his girlfriends sister died in that blast so everyone’s mad at him and says he caused it but he’s like ?? I literally almost died too but he survived so you know. So he tries escaping the city but gets stopped by this woman who’s like hey I’m an FBI agent my husband went missing and he has a Ray sphere, the thing that caused the blast? Go get it for me. Cole’s like yea fuck it I don’t care. Suddenly Cole’s getting calls from Moya like “yea some fuckin drug dealers are poisoning the water supply????” And Cole’s like “why do I care?” So he gets weird telepathic messages from some crazy lady that’s like “hey remember when we were together?? And had sex?! And we were a couple and had plans and shit??? I’m gonna kill you now” and Cole’s like “Ma’am I have no clue who you are I just wanna take a nap dawg”. And this weird old dude is following Cole everywhere and is giving him visions of the “FUTURE OOO SPOOKY” and everything’s dying and shit, and Cole’s like “Yea??”

So anyways this younger but old dude is like “rawr xd there’s this Kessler guy he worked w my dad uhhh he’s gonna naenae all of us idk but I want revenge so I’m gonna kill you” and Cole’s like “I literally did nothing what tue fuck is going on” Cole fights the weird yandere lady who’s name is Sasha (LOML I miss her come back) and she’s like “dude my powers made me all skinny and ugly and it’s gonna happen to you if you don’t help me with my pyramid scheme of makeup products”

So Cole is like who’s the first sons who is Kessler who r u and Sasha’s like “so no head?” And gets kidnapped by Kessler who is the old man on the roof in a trench coat yea yea you know. Cole finally finds Moya’s husband John and John is like “yea I’ve been spying on the first sons for a while so I’m on the run also I’m not married” and Moya’s like “haha get pranked but seriously pls don’t let anything happen to the Ray sphere” and Cole is like “should’ve known you weren’t married with that shitty hair cut” and Moya is like “kys”. Fuckin old man jenkins Alden has the Ray Sphere and Alden fucks off and when they go to grab the Ray sphere Zeke is like “hey remember when you called me a fat piece of shit and wished I committed not alive? Yea I remember that you bald ballsack of a fucking friend” and joins Kessler. Cole is like noooo my buttboy:(((( yea the first sons r an organization that made the Ray spheres and does in humane experiments idk

John fucking DIES from trying to grab the Ray sphere and then Cole gets a call that’s Kessler like “so 1. I’m torturing Sasha I know u don’t care nobody does but 2. I’m currently hanging ur wife in town square and if you don’t come save her she’s gonna die homie” and Cole is like :)

So he shows up and Kessler’s like “k u got two choices you either save these doctors or ur bitch wife” and Cole’s like “SOLD RUN ME THEM DOCTORS” and Trish fucking dies and is like “yea sorry for being a bitch, sympathy head?” And dies.

Finally Kessler is like “ok I’ll fight u now let’s go” and Cole is like “aight,,,,,,,,, hold up you kinda look like me” and it turns out Kessler is Cole from the future woo spooky and has been training Cole behind the scenes to make him a better conduit (power person idk) so he can defeat the beast which is a conduit that????& don’t know????,?:?/??/ has fuckin fire power lava volcano monster boy powers???????? Doesn’t matter, Kessler went back in time to basically raise Cole and Kessler is like “and now I die” and it turns out Sasha had an affair w Kessler when she worked w his organization and that’s why she’s in love w Cole bc it’s just Better Kessler (tm). I didn’t explain It but I’m sure u caught that. Who cares fuck Kessler. Worst fucking villain ever. Not really he’s actually dope as fuck but I just hate infamous. /hj /j /srs

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Swords in the Court: Wedding Bells

Secret Garden

Yandere Don John x Reader Part 2

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: Nothing but the fact that Don John is hypnotic

Note: This story is set in a fictionalised historical setting. Though there are clear inspirations drawn from the real world and history, this tale in no way tries to explain, change or state any historical, political, communal, geographical or religious 'facts'. Kindly treat this short-series as it is, a fiction

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You pay no heed to the stares of passing court ladies and lingering servants while making your way towards the Queen’s chamber. You have grown accustomed to them now. Of course, people will stare—you are a lady-in-waiting for the Queen, despite having no house or regal title to your name. As the daughter of a blacksmith, you should not be even in the Queen’s chamber—any royal chamber. But here you are, serving and accompanying. the queen wherever she goes. 

Your father used to say that he was a self-taught man, a person of his stature, should have been illiterate. But he not only taught himself but you as well. And one day, by a twist of fate, you found yourself in the Queen’s presence. She took a liking to you and appointed you as her chambermaid. But by the time the seventeenth summer of your life passed, you were elevated to the position of her lady-in-waiting. You later realised that she needed a true trustworthy lady by her side. The court was divided, and the Queen needed a loyal companion by her side, and she put her confidence in you. 

You are no Lady by birth, but you have learned the court's ways and a Lady's mannerisms. You will never be accepted, of course, you do not expect them to. But as long as you have the Queen's favour and know your place, you are safe.

“What took you so long.”

“Apologies, Your Highness,” You bow down before gesturing for the maid following you to serve the Queen her tea.

“The physician is certain that this shall help you sleep better, Your Highness.”

The Queen nods, taking a tentative sip of her tea. 

“The Prince of Spain will be here tomorrow. And here I am, unable to earn a wink of sleep. How shall I welcome and accompany them if an unrested mind grips me.”

“Forgive me, My Queen but you have taken great troubles, arranging the union, pursuing the King and preparing for the Prince and his companions’ welcome. Sleeplessness might be a result of such responsibilities.”

The Queen smiles faintly and takes another sip “You always know what to say, clever girl?”

“I merely state what is obvious, Your Grace.”

“I haven’t been able to keep track of the court, I have been engaged with the matters of the Princess’s marriage. Anything worthy?”

“Not much, Your Highness, the King has taken an interest in Lord Beecham’s eldest daughter.”

“The Earl of the Walden?”

“I’m afraid so.” You pour some more tea into her cup.

“Wasn’t it he who rebelled against my father when he was King? My dearest husband started a rebellion and won, and now his favourite dogs wag their tails in the court. Strange are the times.” That’s all she says before picking up on her letters to read.

Such news comes as no surprise to her, as long as those ‘pretty playthings’ as she likes to call them do not try to influence the King in ways she holds the power to, the Queen doesn’t mind. The King has his entertainment, the Queen has hers, and only one has it in the public eye—the other needs to be discreet.

“Prepare to welcome the Spanish Royalty tomorrow, and tell the Princess to be ready. The looming war could be thwarted with the Spanish by our side. Your King doesn’t seem to understand that, but as the Queen, I do. They’ve sailed for days, are bound to be haggard, and make sure the supply of wine, and food never runs out, and hopefully, the capital's brothels are ready as well?”

“All has been taken care of, My Queen.”

She nods before assessing you, as if stuck by a sudden realisation “How old are you again?”

“I turned twenty, two moons ago, Your Highness.”

“You mean two months.”

“Yes, My Queen, my apologies.”

She makes a dismissive gesture and puts aside the now-empty tea cup.

 “Don’t be, you should never forget your roots, your reality, where you came from, where you are, and where you can end up. Wear this knowledge like armour, and it can never be used against you.”

“Yes, My Queen.”

“Now go, it is late and tomorrow you must be up earlier than the rest.”

With a greeting of good night, you make your way out of her chamber.

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“Do you see them, now?” Madeline asks, quivering with excitement. 

The young and handsome Crown Prince of the foreign empire, his brother and fellow loyal soldiers riding into the capital—a visual straight out of those romantic fables and poetry that court maidens love so much.

But you are not them. They see the idyllic image of a handsome prince marching towards the palace. You see their banner and the potential this alliance has. The Queen has seen the possibility of a looming war years before it actually might happen and after all these years with her, you know that the Queen is seldom wrong when it comes to politics.

“Look! That’s the Crown Prince. Look at his dark curls, he's magnificent, isn’t he?”

“Yes, Maddy, he is.”

“And there, his brother siding beside him…Oh, and his bastard brother too, riding behind.”

You frown and fix your gaze on the man riding right behind the Princes.”

“I thought bastards do not join such official ceremonies.”

“I heard that the Emperor has recognised him, some say he might even become a Duke there.”

“A Duke? But, he’s a bastard.” You turn to your friend, surprised.

“Birth does not always decide our place in this world. We were lowborns as well. Your father was a blacksmith, mine was a butcher. Look at us now.” 

“We still are lowborns Maddy, this will never change.”

Madeline nods “You’re right, but here we are, overlooking the Prince of Spain marching into the Palace.”

“What is his name?” You ask, intrigued as your gaze fixes on the man in black and white.

“The Prince? He is Mechor Bohorquez de Alvarado, and—”

“Not the Prince, his bastard brother, what’s his name?”

“Him? That’s Don Juan—that’s in Spanish. John,  his mother was not from Spain as I’ve heard.”

“And where do you hear all these from?” You turn to her.

“From the letters I carry.”

“Maddy! They would have you imprisoned at the least for this!” Your eyes widen as you hiss into her ear.

“Take a breath, nobody knows, or suspects. I have been curious, you know?”

“Still, this is dangerous. You will not do it again.” You touch her shoulder to assert “I mean it, Maddy. No playing around dangerously…Please.”

Madeline sighed “Okay, I won’t do it again.”

—--

With a grand welcome has come the dinner— an even grander affair. Pies, cakes, ale, roasts, meat, sweets and chocolates, lots of chocolates, a gift from the Spanish Empire—-the food and drink flow in and empty trays and plates leave the grand hall where the Spanish princes and their men make merry, laugh, drink, and eat. The Crown Prince sits with the King, the Queen and the Princess by their side. The rest of his friends and companions enjoy the never-ending flow of wine and delicacies. At the same time, they play charades of words and intentions with noble women, from the newly blossomed to the ripened, the maiden and the sourly married while their father and husbands go off with other women. 

The norm of the court.

You have seen plenty of it already. You sit with Madeline, tired from running around and ensuring everything is perfect. Your eyes wander around the hall without any particular purpose, until your gaze lands on the bastard Prince—having been granted recognition and now holding the prospect of dukedom, you expected him to be tangled with women in a corner, drunk out of his mind. But he simply stands with a shorter man, that you surmise is some advisor or friend of his, too old to be a squire.

As if feeling eyes on him, his gaze meets yours. 

You like to think that you are above all those silly notions and admirations, that you only want to learn the ways of the court and survive it, excel in it, even. 

But the moment your eyes meet his, you are frozen. Everything seems to stop, everything but the electrifying sensation of his gaze–deep, dark and intense– meeting yours. You feel it in every part of you, because suddenly, everything comes alive in you, things you never existed. 

Your heart thuds uncontrollably.

 But your mind is not racing, it’s not going anywhere at all—there is no thought other than the realisation, that he is beautiful—not exactly the sharp, princely, kind–although it is there, he has something more, something different—he is beautiful with his big brown eyes–sharp but not exactly arrogant, there’s something worse. 

No, no, no. Don’t do that. You are no royalty, you will get no chance to clean up your mistakes.

You chastise yourself and look down at your empty goblet after offering him a polite smile, deliberately making sure that it is no different from the one you offered while welcoming the rest of the guests for the evening. 

But it does not help that you still feel his gaze.

—--

You wish you could wake up to the position of the sun you wanted. But that is the luxury only the royal family enjoys here and the noble ladies who aren’t the Queen’s Lady-in-Waiting. Besides, you are to oversee the cleaning of the Grand Hall before the King wakes. Everything is supposed to be pristine and shining.

“The corner is still not done, and carpet—is that…” The putrid smell of vomit greets you as soon as you step closer to the ‘mysterious’ stain on the carpet in the hall. “Forget cleaning this, the carpet needs to be replaced.” You dismiss the servants, urging them to be quicker.

You look around the place. Wine stains on the walls, splattered food, some pearls, some shoes, even some clothes left behind. It seems like after you left the place has been through a wild ride.

“Much to clean up?” 

Turning to the entrance of the hall, you find an unexpected face.

“My Lord.” You greet him in your Kingdom’s fashion of formality.

“Don John. That’s my name.” He saunters inside, looking around before your eyes again for an official greeting. 

While something tells you that the belated greeting was neither custom nor negligence, you do not pay heed to his boyish attempt to ruffle your feathers. Subtle, typical of courtly politics but never amiss.

“Prince Don John, it is an honour to meet you, but I’m afraid this…” You look around, partly embarrassed with the mess, though it was most definitely, the Spanish guest’s doing. “Is no place for any of our esteemed guesses to be.”

“Please, you embarrass me, My Lady, I’m afraid my brothers and men have much hand in this…mischief. They get drunk so often and so easily, lose their gentlemanly coats.”

This makes a genuine smile press press out stubbornly. He sports no accent that might give away his Spanish heritage, you notice.

“We are most honoured to have your brave and virtuous men in our palace, and the Crown Prince, for the Princess’s hand.” 

Don John smiles down at you, he is tall, you notice–lean but athletic.

“The court here is most polite and charming.” 

Oh, only if he knew the thrones hiding under the roses.

“Of course it is.” You reply. 

His smirk tells you that maybe he is not as new to this game as you surmised.

“They say my mother was from this land.”

“Here?”

“I am not sure ‘here’, but, somewhere from this beautiful land. His Highness, my…father, says I have her eyes and his temperament.”

“The Emperor of Spain has been most generous with us.”

Don John smiles and looks ahead as you both make your way towards the spring garden—now beginning to turn brown with the onset of autumn.

“I assume this court is not too different from ours, after all, people like us get the opportunity to rise,” he comments, lightly tracing the vines as you two make your way deeper into the garden.

“I’m afraid, my Lord, unlike you, I have no royal blood or upbringing.” 

Don John frowns, you read the questions before they come to his lips and explain yourself.

“My father was a blacksmith who forged a few good swords for the nobility. God bless our kind and generous Queen, she took me under her wing, and took care of my learnings of books and mannerisms.”

“I see” 

There is a slight smile, that does not seem anywhere near mockery. You know what a smile veiling a scowl looks like. His smile has no malice peeking subtle, it is just a courteous smile---either that or he is good at hiding it. It confuses you more. There is no straight line he can be read through. He is no open book. A puzzle, yes, that he is, a puzzle that has all its pieces scattered around. 

All.

Nothing is hidden from you for long.

—----

“And I wish I could smack his head—-” Maddy bursts into another fit of giggles, narrating her adventures during the welcome feast “Have you heard, it’s said that the Prince has never lost a single battle.” 

You shrug, fingers racing the leaves and flowers as you two stroll through the gardens. The Queen’s courtyard had some of the most stunning autumn blooms, along with the fallen leaves on the damp ground. The faraway mist gives the stretches of land beyond the place walls an eerie beauty.

“But some say that he has never lost a war, because in every war, his half-brother, Don Juan has fought by his side. Crushing the enemies like ants.”

“Ants?” You chuckle. I do not doubt Don John’s capabilities on the battlefield, but  slaying enemies like ants is slightly an exaggeration.”

“Yes, could be, or perhaps he is indeed the finest sword Spain has ever witnessed? No wonder the Emperor wants to keep his loyalty.”

“And is he not a threat instead?”

“Why would he be so?” 

You sigh and gaze at the forming mist beyond the palace walls. Most of the view is interrupted by guards standing taut like stretched bows.

“I’ve heard rumours, the Queen, sometimes, I heard her say, that Don Juan, though, to the world younger than the Crown Prince, is in reality, two autumns older.

“What?” Maddy ducks her head and looks at you in disbelief “None of….” Licking her lips, looks around before lowering her voice to whisper “None of the letters ever mentioned.”

“It’s just a rumour, we don’t know the truth.”

“If the Queen’s spy says that…”

“Never heard her mention the source, it was a passing comment.” You explain

“Why would the Emporer give him Dukedom then? He’s a threat to his succession.” 

Maddy is right, Don John indeed is more of a threat than an ally if seen through the shrewd lenses, and you know that all the glories and virtues are nothing more than grand shows— carnival under the roof of sorts.

“Maybe, they want to keep him close. He crushes the enemies like ants, you said it yourself”

“They say he swings his mind in battle strategies more than his sword.” She adds after a moment of thought.

“Then he is a dangerous man.”

“If the Princess marries the Prince, they must produce an heir as soon as they can.”

You sigh and turn to a wilted rose.

“They must. We need the Spanish Ships, a war might be stirring soon.”

******

[yandere-toons]

Oh, I belive that there would be NO mercy for S.H.U.S.H., especially the agent who kidnapped them. The agents don't care who it was, blood will be shed.

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Implied Abduction, Toxic Mindsets.

* * *

Just as Bradford sucked in a breath, the double doors to the conference room burst open in a flurry of golden plumage and a red comb.

A snow-white tuxedo buttoned with black glowed in the dark, and a pair of long-footed dress shoes thundered past the left row of swivel chairs. The shadow of a metallic beak, with its bolts and screws bulging, passed over the heads of F.O.W.L. agents at a towering height.

Bradford grunted in surprise and protest when the footsteps came to a halt a short distance away from him. A burly hand snatched the telephone off the table, which rattled and tilted to the left after a hefty weight leaned on it.

The voice that poured into the silence was shrill, maddened, and a hairsbreadth from cracking. “When I find out which one of your agents took them, I'm bringing down your whole club!”

Steelbeak was shaking as if he had downed a six-pack of energy drinks before stomping into the fray, and his eyes held all the wildness of a rabid dog.

No answer came from the other side until Bradford wrenched the telephone out of his grasp and waved at him to step back. “Our patience is limited, von Drake.” A degree of exhaustion clung to Bradford's voice, a remnant of his grapple with Steelbeak that he concealed by clasping his hands together and straightening his posture.

A blip of static preceded the sigh of Ludwig. “So is ours, Bradford. So is ours.”

Don Karnage gripped the edge of the table and pushed himself from his seat, standing tall as the chair squeaked backwards. The blade of a cutlass rang like a snake hissing as it was unsheathed and thrust towards the shadowed ceiling.

“Let it not be said that we stood idly by while our dear companion fell into the clutches of our mortal enemy!” He outstretched his free arm and clutched the air as if holding his heart in the palm of his hand, and his eyes, narrowed and full of passion, rose to the darkness looming overhead.

Further down the table, a fist pounded the wood twice. “Hear, hear!” shouted Rockerduck, the fabric of his gloves stretching as he curled his fingers into a tighter ball. The outline of his knuckles was prominent in the silk, and he wore the look of indignation as though it was a second coat.

“I say we hog-tie this agent, string them up, and let the hangman deal with them.” There was no playfulness or wanton hostility to his voice, just the steady and concise command of a fat cat quelling the rebellion.

Bradford turned his attention to the vanilla folder lying open below his hooked beak, its contents having been spilt across his corner of the table. He shuffled the documents into a neat pile and eyed the top paper's list of the last known residences of various S.H.U.S.H. agents.

“As you well know,” he spoke into the telephone, choosing his words with care. “This is a sensitive matter.” Bradford allowed a brief pause in anticipation of another outburst, this one in agreement with his statement. “I see no reason why it needs to live beyond this call.”

Ludwig's voice came back faintly distorted by static. “I disagree, dear Bradford.”

There existed a distinct amusement in his words that drew a grumble from Bradford, his yellow eyes gleaming in the dimly lit room.

“You see, we've grown quite fond of our new friend.”

A growl was building in the throat of Steelbeak, rising higher and gaining ferocity with each splinter in the wood that came from his squeezing the side of the table. He had one hand on the surface, fingers splayed and ready to help propel him to his feet.

Beside him, Gandra sat typing away on a laptop computer. The brilliant light of the screen shone only for her, and her eyes had not strayed from it since the moment her fingers started to fly from place to place on the keyboard minutes ago.

It was when Bradford looked in her direction that Gandra finally glanced up. “I've got a trace on the call,” she muttered, keeping her voice down and her fingers moving.

[johnwickb1tsch]

( most y/n fics are fem gender but [attempted] no real mention of specific appearance, race, body type) ✨️=COMPLETE!

The Night Nurse - John x Helen CH 1 │ CH 2 │ CH 3 │ CH 4 │ CH 5 │ CH 6 │ CH 7 │ CH 8 CH 9. CH 10. │ A03

you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) - John x Helen'sSister!Reader fic │ Part 1 │Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 A03

John x Helen'sSister!Reader Imagine✨️ John Wick x Tarasov'sDaughter!Reader Imagine✨️ Constantine x Reader x John Wick Imagine✨️ Young!John Wick & Model!Reader Imagine part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4✨️ John x Wife!Reader Fix it Imagine✨️

BITTERSWEET

Yandere!John x fem!reader coffee shop au (this totally turned into a fic) All Chapters

gentleman john wick headcanon✨️

just a warm up drabble✨️

bodyguard!Wick x shy!curvy!student!fem!Reader fic✨️

OTHER KEANUVERSE CHARACTERS:

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR- Constantine x Vampire!Reader (ft John Wick/BRZRKR) + Don John Fic ALL CHAPTERS ✨️COMPLETE!✨️-- BONUS: the deleted scene

Constantine x Vampire!Reader Neighbor Imagine✨️

Donaka Mark x MartialArtist!Reader Imagine ✨️

Donaka Mark x Secretary!Reader Imagine✨️

THE DEVILS' TRIANGLE - Tex Johnson x Reader x John Wick (x Constantine) Yandere Collab with the diabolical @treedaddymcpuffpuff & @sweetwolfcupcake *so many dead doves here be warned...* Original Imagine COVER Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5. Part 6 Part 7. Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

EXCESSIVE FORCE - Tom Ludlow x Nurse!Reader collab w the AMAZING @treedaddymcpuffpuff CHAPTER MAP

THE BASTARD'S MISTRESS - a don John x servant!Reader fic✨️

break me, softly - a Jack Traven x fem!NurseReader fic✨️

Vino Veritas - A Frank x Reader Destination Wedding Fic PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 EPILOGUE ✨️NOW COMPLETE!😛✨️ CHAPTER MAP

peep toe pumps - a kevin lomax x femSecretary!reader fic✨️

Andar Conmigo - A Walk in the Clouds Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John Fic Chapter Map bonus: don john's charro suit ✨️complete!✨️

enigmatic stranger - young!john wick x fem!reader collab fic w sweetwolfcupcake & treedaddymcpuffpuff pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

young!Constantine x witch!Reader imagine in India Pt 1

Sympathy for the Devil - Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic ALL CHAPTERS

naughty neo x reader drabble✨️

🌻Small Town Girl ~ a Tex Johnson x Reader fic (Donnie Barksdale mentioned) Pt 1 Pt 2

rager. a donaka mark x reader x john wick oneshot. 6500 words.

Some drabbles/outlines/imagines: US Marshall!Reader x Donnie Barksdale revenge fic snippet When John Met Helen fic outline assassin!Reader x John Wick fic outline john wick x reader x helen threesome imagine

BOTS

-Donaka Mark - He's your security consultant.

-Donaka Mark - You meet on a yacht.

-Martin Loader - He wants to run away with you. (From Tune In Tomorrow)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney Villain Zodiac #3

#3. Who you're playing Higher Stakes Russian Roulette with- meaning that not only your life is on the line, but so are your freedom and independence from them. (Yandere Scenario)

ALSO DISCOVER- Whether you blow your brains out, they blow their brains out, you get to walk away, or you get stuck under their control for the rest of your life with your birth DATE, at the bottom.

Notes:

Comment and/or tag who you got and how you got out!

Aries: The Toon Patrol

Taurus: Don Karnage

Gemini: Prince John

Cancer: Hades

Leo: Professor Ratigan

Virgo: Psycho

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Whumptober 2020 Masterpost

A small masterpost, which puts all the works for the Whumptober 2020 Event together. On this post you will find the day and title of the story. As will you find the fandom and pairing, if one exists. The mark A/B, implies a romantic relationship between Character A and B. The mark A&B, on the other hand implies a platonic relationship. Further tags/triggers can be found at the stories themselves. Viewer discretion is advised!

If you rather would read the prompts on AO3, you can find the link for the series here.

PS: The prompts are only fulfilled till Day 27. Afterwards, there had been technical difficulties, which hindered the writing of the following Prompts. Either, they will be filled out another time, or they will stay as they are as of now.

Original Prompts taken from here!

Day 1: Let´s hang out sometime

Homestuck, Yandere!Dave Strider x John Egbert

Day 2: In the hands of the Enemy

Supernatural, Focus on Sam Winchester

Day 3: My Way or the Highway

The Umbrella Academy, Focus on Klaus Hargreeves

Day 4: Running out of Time

Boku no Hero Academia, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura

Day 5: Where do you think you´re Going

Homestuck, Yandere!Dave Strider x John Egbert

Day 6: Please...

Winx Club, Focus on Bloom

Day 7: I´ve got you

Boku no Hero Academia, Midoriya Izuku & Dabi

Day 8: Where did Everybody Go

Naruto, Focus on Uzumaki Naruto

Day 9: For the Greater Good

Homestuck, Focus on Game Mechanics

Day 10: They look so Pretty when They bleed

Naruto, Focus on Uzumaki Naruto

Day 11: Psych 101

Homestuck, Yandere!Dave Strider x John Egbert

Day 12: I think I´ve broken Something

Homestuck, Focus on Karkat Vantas

Day 13:  Breathe In, Breathe Out 

HunterxHunter, Gon Freecss & Killua Zoldyck, Focus on Killua Zoldyck

Day 14: Is Something Burning?

Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto & Sabaku no Gaara

Day 15: Into the Unknown 

HunterxHunter, Focus on Alluka Zoldyck and Nanika

Day 16: A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day 

Winx Club, Focus on Musa

Day 17: I Did Not See That Coming 

Boku no Hero Academia, Midoriya Izuku “&” Bakugou Katsuki

Day 18: Panic! At The Disco 

HunterxHunter, Focus on Gon Freecss and the Zoldyck Family

Day 19: Broken Hearts 

Homestuck, The Signless x The Disciple

Day 20: Toto, I have a Feeling We´re not in Kansas anymore 

Doctor Who, Rose Tyler & The Doctor

Day 21: I don´t Feel so Well 

Homestuck, Focus on Jade Harley

Day 22: Do these Tacos Taste Funny to You? 

Homestuck, Yandere!Dave Strider x John Egbert

Day 23: What´s a Whumpee gotta do to get some Sleep around here? 

Boku no Hero Academia, Focus on Midoriya Izuku

Day 24: You´re not Making any Sense 

Homestuck, Mituna Captor <> Kurloz Makara (simultaneously / and &)

Day 25: I think I´ll just Collapse right here, thanks 

Boku no Hero Academia, Focus on Midoriya Izuku

Day 26: If You Thought the Head Trauma was Bad… 

Homestuck, Mituna Captor <> Kurloz Makara (simultaneously / and &)

Day 27: Ok, Who Had Natural Disasters on Their 2020 Bingo Card 

Boku no Hero Academia, Focus on Midoriya Izuku

[murder-senpai]

F A N F I C T I O N

Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo

AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf

There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request

(reader insert crap)

I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever 

You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff

If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble

If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise

Please be specific in your request   ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)

Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that

Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp

Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc

Fairy Tail:

Natsu

Gray

Loke/leo

Laxus

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Zeref

Jellal

Jackal

Lucy

Levy

Juvia

Guildarts

Freed

Erza

DBH:

Connor

Hank

Markus

Gavin

nines

ATLA:

Aang

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Toph

mai

ty lee

azula

BNHA:

Izuku

Katsuki

Shouto

Denki

Eijiro

Tenya

Toshinori

Shouta

hizashi

fumikage

neito

mirio

takami

hitoshi

inasa

Enji

keigo

rumi

momo

mina

ochaco

dabi

shigaraki

overhaul

sir nighteye

kurogiri

toga

twice

Inuyasha:

Inuyahsa

kagome

naraku

miroku

koga

sesshomaru

sango

BNA:

michiru

shirou

nazuna

alan

marie

pinga

Sherlock:

Sherlock

john

moriarty

mycroft

greg

molly

Harry potter:

harry

ron

hermione

draco

cedric

Black Butler:

ciel

sebastian

bard

finny

ash

claude

alois

triplets

william

grell

ronald

undertaker

joker

dagger

agni

soma

pluto

beast

lizzy

mey-rin

ran-mao

edward

aleistar

vincent

real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)

snake

charles grey

charles phipps

gregory

cheslock

joanne

maurice

herman

clayton

lawrance

mcmillan

edgar

blavat

seiglinde

MLB:

Marinette/ladybug

adrien/chat noir

gabriel/hawkmoth

nathaniel

marc

luka

alya

nino

felix

bridgette

chloe

TPN:

emma

ray

norman

don

gilda

leslie

Undertale:

sans

papyrus

frisk

toriel

chara

asriel

asgore

grillby

gaster

mettaton

blooky 

AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell

Beastars:

legoshi

haru

louis

juno

gouhin

melon

Gravity falls:

dipper

mable

ford

wendy

robbie

bill

AU-reverse falls, monster falls

SVTFOE:

star

marco

tom

toffee

Hazbin:

alastor

angle dust

charlie

husk

vaggie

lucifer

val

vox

Pokemon:

Gladion

ash

clemont

serena

james

jesse

zeraora

lucario

mewtwo

zacian

zamazenta

literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)

guzma

kukui

alain

lysandre

bede

hop

leon

milo

allister

raihan

marnie

piers

ACNH:

tom nook

raymond

lobo 

kabuki

lolly

marshal

Isabelle

redd

fang

Avengers:

tony

steve

bucky

clint

natasha

dr. strange

thor 

loki

peter

Voltron:

lance

keith

shiro

hunk

lotor

pidge

Aggretsuko:

tadano

haida

hyoudou

The hobbit:

literally JUST smaug

MLP:

twilight

pinkie

apple jack

rainbow

fluttershy

rarity

discord

Maid sama:

takumi

misaki

shoichiro

the three idiots

aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)

sotaro

tora

kanade

kuga

koma

yujiro

shosei

Naruto:

naruto

sauske

kakashi

itachi

gaara

neji

shikamaru

kurama

kiba

OHSHC:

tamaki

haruhi

hikaru

karou

both twins

kyoya

hunny

mori

kasanoda

nekosawa

Cells at work:

white blood cell

red blood cell

killer t cell

Little witch academia:

atsuko

diana

sucy

lotte

amanda

andrew

louis

frank

Pucca:

pucca

garu

tobe

abyo

Glitter force:

emily/Miyuki

kelsey/Akane

lily/Yayoi

april/Nao

chole/Reika

ulric/wolfrun

rascal

Glitter force doki doki:

ira

maya/Mana

rachel/Rikka

clara/Alice

mackenzie/Makoto

TMNT(2012):

leonardo

raphael

michelangelo

donatello

splinter

april

ROTG:

aster bunnymund

north

pitch

sandy

jack

tooth

Soul eater:

death the kid

soul 

black star

maka

stein

Aot:

levi

eren

armin

mikasa

jean

erwin

IT(2017):

pennywise

richie

beverly

eddie 

stanley

ben

bill 

henry

patrick

victor

belch

bowers gang

losers club

kamisama kiss:

nanami

tomoe

mizkui

kurama

otohiku

mikage

jiro

The outsiders:

dallas

darry

ponyboy

johnny

two-bit

steve

soda

Diabolik lovers:

shu

reiji

ayato

laito

kanato

subaru

yui

karlheinz

kou

azuza

carla

ruki

richter

yuma

shin

Hamilton:

alex

john

king george

george washington

lafayette

hercules

philip

aaron

thomas

Venom(2018):

eddie/venom

Tokyo mew mew:

ichigo

zakuro

tart

pie

Kisshu

Fran bow

Fran

remor

itward

mr. midnight

Steven universe

steven

connie

pearl

amethyst

larz 

sadie

garnet

lapiz

peridot

spinel

Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto

sakamota

Shou

Gargantia on the verdurous planet

ledo

amy

Animaniacs

yakko

wakko

dot

Over the garden wall

wirt

beast

Sonic

sonic

tails

knuckles

amy

shadow

Snow white with the red hair

Shirayuki

zen

obi

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)

Leonhart

Sariphi

Lanteveldt

Anubis/Sirius

Jormungand

Fenrir

Nir

Joz

Ilya

Beetlejuice(musical)

beetlejuice

lydia

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer

slenderman

offenderman

trenderman

splenderman

ticci toby

masky

hoodie

BEN drowned 

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

zalgo

clockwork

Jason the toymaker

puppeteer

Yu-gi-oh

Seto Kaiba

FNAF

Freddy

bonnie

chica

foxy

golden freddy

toy freddy

toy bonnie

toy chica

mangle (male and female ver pls specify)

marionette ^

springtrap

william afton/ purple guy

baby

funtime freddy

ennard

nightmare freddy

nightmare bonnie

nightmare chica

nightmare foxy

nightmare mangle

fredbear

nightmare fredbear

Cuphead

cuphead

mugman

devil

king dice

Bendy and the ink machine

bendy

boris

alice 

Duck tales

Scrooge (aged down tho)

webby

della

donald

louie

dewey

huey

launchpad

lena

Dream smp

everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)

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Amphibia: Calamity War - Fancast

Here are some lists I made for each characters for fancast when you hear some voices inside of your head.

Brenda Song - Anne Boonchuy

Justin Felbinger - Sprig Plantar

Amanda Leighton - Polly Plantar

Bill Farmer - Hopadiah Plantar, Goofy, Pluto, Horace Horsecollar, and Sleepy

Anna Akana - Sasha Waybright

Haley Tju - Marcy Wu

Troy Baker - Captain Grime, Hawkeye/Clint Barton, Loki Laufyson, and Whiplash

Bret Irwin - Mickey Mouse

Kaitlyn Robrock - Minnie Mouse, Webby, Clara Cluck, Fauna, and Felicia Sundew

Tony Anselmo - Donald Duck, Huey, Dewey, and Louie

Tress MacNeille - Daisy Duck, Chip, Gadget Hackwrench, Kanga, Merryweather, Princess Tatiana (TLK), Cannonball, Felix, and Doris

Corey Burton - Dale, Yen Sid, Ludwig Von Drake, Magic Mirror, Grumpy, Mad Hatter, Captain Hook, Frollo, and Chernabog

Matt Braly - Frobo and Chuck

On Braly - Mrs. Boonchuy

Brian Sounalath - Mr. Boonchuy

Keith David - King Andrias and Dr. Facilier

Michelle Dockery - Lady Olivia

Zehra Fazal - General Yunan

Susanne Blakeslee - Maleficent, Evil Queen, Cruella De Vil, and Valeriana

Jim Cummings - Pete, Darkwing Duck, Monterey Jack, Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, King Louie, Kaa, Cheshire Cat, Ed, Don Karnage, Negaduck, Big Bad Wolf, Hondo Ohnaka, the Shocker

Dee Bradley Baker - Bessie, Perry the Platypus, Pinky the Chihuahua, Diogee, Waddles the Pig, and Tick Tock the Crocodile.

April Winchell - Clarabelle Cow, Queen of Heart, Braddock, Fens, Tuti, and Sylvia (Wander Over Yander)

Katie Michelle Crown - Ivy Sundew

Jill Bartlett - Maddie Flour

James Patrick Stuart - One-Eyed Wally and Evil Emperor Zurg

Stephen Root - Mayor Toadstool

Laila Berzins - Sadie Croaker

Brian Maillard - Leopold Loggle

Marlow Barkley - Rosemary Flour

Mia Allan - Lavender Flour

Ella Allan - Ginger Flour

Mona Marshall - Sylvia Sundew

Matt Jones - Percy

Darin De Paul - Bog

Nicole Byer - Gertie

RuPaul Charles - Head of FBI Agent

Jason Marsden - Max Goof

Bernardo De Paula - Jose Carioca

Jaime Camil - Panchito Pistoles

Enn Reitel - Scrooge McDuck

Breck Bennett - Launchpad McQuack

Paget Brewster - Della Duck

Michael Bell - Quacker Jack

Maurice LaMarche - Mortimer Mouse

Rod Roddy - Microphone Mike

Daveigh Chase - Lilo Pelekai

Chris Sanders - Stitch

Tara Strong - Angel and Mary Jane Watson

Kevin Hamilton McDonald - Pleakley and Albus Duckweed

Kevin Michael Richardson - Gantu, Groot, and Mr. Flour

Rob Paulsen - Reuben, Steelbeak, and Gladstone Gander

Christy Carlson Romano - Kim Possible

Will Friedle - Ron Stoppable

John William DiMaggio - Dr. Drakken and Stumpy

Nicole Julianne Sullivan - Shego

Vincent Martella - Phineas Flynn

David Errigo Jr. - Ferb Fletcher

Ashely Tisdale - Candace Flynn

Alyson Stone - Isabella Garcia-Shapiro

Maulik Pancholy - Baljeet Tjinder

Bobby Gaylor - Buford Van Stomm

Dan Povenmire - Heinz Doofesnhmirtz

Jeff "Swampy" Marsh - Major Monogram

Mitchell Musso - Jeremy Johnson

Kelly Hu - Stacy Hirano

Michaela Zee - Ginger Hirano

Ariel Winter - Gretchen

Madison Pettis - Adyson Sweetwater

Diamond White - Holly

Isabella Acres - Katie

Isabella Murad - Milly

Olivia Olson - Vanessa Doofenshmritz

Tyler Alexander Mann - Carl Karl

Jason Ritter - Dipper Pines

Kristen Joy Schaal - Mabel Pines, Trixie, and Bella the Bellhop

Alex Hirsch - Stanley Pines, Soos, Bill Cipher, King Clawthorne, and Hooty

J.K. Simmons - Stanford Pines

Linda Edna Cardellini - Wendy Corduroy

Eden Sher - Star Butterfly

Adam McArthur - Marco Diaz

"Weird Al" Yankovic - Milo Murphy

Sabrina Carpenter - Melissa Chase

Mekai Curtis - Zack Underwood

Chris Houghton - Cricket Green

Marieve Herington - Tilly Green

Bob Joles - Bill Greens and Sneezy

Wendi McLendon-Covey - Nancy Green

Artemis Pebdani - Alice Green

Jeff Bennett - Merlin, Lumiere, White Rabbit, March Hare, Bashful, Mr. Smee, Zazu, and Hamsterviel

Frank Welker - Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Figaro, Abu, Rajah, Pegasus, Cri-kee, Sparky, Kixx, Spooky, Yin, Yang, Splodyhead, and Slushy

Audrey Wasilewski - Ortensia the Cat

Cary Elwes - Gus the Gremlin

Brad Garret - Eeyore

Travis Oates - Piglet

Tom Kenny - Rabbit

Aidan McGraw - Roo

Pamela Ribon - Snow White

André Sogliuzzo - Doc

Joseph Ricci - Pinocchio

Joe Ochman - Jiminy Cricket

Rosalyn Landor - Blue Fairy

Jennifer Hale - Cinderella

Grey Griffin - Fairy Godmother, Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers and Roxanne

Blayne Weaver - Peter Pan

Kate Higgins - Princess Aurora

Barbara Dirickson - Flora

Charles Fleischer - Roger Rabbit and Benny the Cab

Jodi Benson - Princess Ariel

Philip Lawrence - Sébastien

Pat Carrol - Ursula

Paige O'Hara - Belle

Robby Benson - Beast

Richard White - Gaston

Scott Weinger - Aladdin

Linda Larkin - Princess Jasmine

Dan Castellaneta - Genie and Megavolt

Johnathan Freeman - Jafar

Gilbert Gottfried - Iago

Cam Clarke - Simba

Kevin Schon - Timon and Happy

Ernie Sabella - Pumbaa

Khary Payton - Rafiki

David Oyelowo - Scar

Whoopi Goldberg - Shenzi

Cheech Marin - Banzai

Irene Bedard - Pocahontas

Tom Hanks - Woody

Tim Allen - Buzz Lightyear

Joan Cusack - Jessie

Annie Potts - Bo Peep

John Ratzenberger - Hamm and Yeti

Wallace Shawn - Rex

Pat Fraley - Mr. Potato Head

Estelle Harris - Mrs. Potato Head

Blake Clark - Slinky Dog

Jeff Pidgeon - Little Green Men

Tony Hale - Forky

Madeleine McGraw - Bonnie Anderson

Tate Donavan - Hercules

Susan Egan - Megera

James Woods - Hades

Bobcat Goldthwait - Pain and Nosey

Matt Frewer - Panic

Ming-Na Wen - Fa Mulan

Mark Mosely - Mushu

Billy Crystal - Mike Wazowski

John Goodman - James P. Sullivan and Baloo

Hayden Rolence - Nemo

Albert Brookes - Marlin

Ellen DeGeneres - Dory

Craig T. Nelson - Mr. Incredible

Holly Hunter - Elastigirl

Sarah Vowell - Violet Parr

Huck Milner - Dash Parr

Owen Wilson - Lightning McQueen

Larry the Cable Guy - Tow Mater

Anika Noni Rose - Princess Tiana and Dr. Jan

Bruno Campos - Prince Naveen

Michael-Leon Wooley - Louis

Mandy Moore - Rapunzel

Zachery Levi - Flynn Ryder

Kelly Macdonald - Merida

John C. Reilly - Wreck-It Ralph

Sarah Silverman - Vanellope VonSchweetz

Jack McBrayer - Fix-It Felix Jr., Toadie, Irving Du Bois, and Wander

Jane Lynch - Sergeant Calhoun

Idina Menzel - Elsa

Kristen Bell - Anna

Johnathan Groff - Kristoff

Josh Gad - Olaf

Scott Adsit - Baymax

Ryan Potter - Hiro Hamada

Jamie Chung - GoGo Tomago

Khary Payton - Wasabi

Genesis Rodriguez - Honey Lemon

TJ Miller - Fred Fredrickson

Kaitlyn Dias - Riley Anderson

Amy Poehlher - Joy

Phyllis Smith - Sadness

Mindy Kaling - Disgust

Lewis Black - Anger

Bill Hader - Fear

Ginnifer Goodwin - Judy Hopps

Jason Bateman - Nick Wilde

Auli'i Cravalho - Moana

Dwayne Johnson - Maui

Drake Bell - Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Dove Cameron - Spider-Gwen/Gwen Stacy

Ogie Banks - Kid Arachnid/Mile Morales/Spider-Man

Roger Craig Smith - Captain America/Steve Rogers and Sonic the Hedgehog

Mick Wingert - Iron Man /Tony Stark

Travis Willingham - Thor Odinson

Frederick Owen Tatasciore - Hulk and Soggy Joe

Laura Bailey - Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

James C. Mathis III - Black Panther/T'Challa

Kathreen Khavari - Ms. Marvel/Kamala Khan

Jack Coleman - Doctor Strange

A.J. LoCasio - Star Lord/Peter Quill

Vanessa Marshall - Gamora

David Sobolov - Drax the Destroyer

Nolan North - Rocket Raccoon and Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Samuel L. Jackson - Nick Fury and Frozone

Clark Gregg - Phil Coulson

Matt Lanter - Venom

Liam O'Brian - Red Skull

Charlie Adler - M.O.D.O.K.

Clancy Brown - Taskmaster and Red Hulk

Anthony Daniels - C-3PO

Daisy Ridley - Rey

John Boyega - Finn

Oscar Isaac - Poe Dameron

James Arnold Taylor - Lieutenant Bek

Adam Drivers - Kylo Ren

Domhall Gleeson - General Hux

Michael Giacchino - FN-3181

Daniel Craig - First Order Stormtrooper

Jeff Leech - First Order Stormtrooper

Matt Vogel - Kermit the Frog, Floyd Pepper, Sweetums, Uncle Deadly, Camilla the Chicken, and Crumpet the Frog

Eric Jacobson - Miss Piggy, Fozzie Bear, Animal, and Sam the Eagle

Dave Goelz - Gonzo, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, Zoot, Waldorf, and Figment

David Rudman - Scooter, Beaker, and Janice

Bill Barretta - Pepe the King Prawn, Swedish Chef, Dr. Teeth, Rowlf the Dog, and Big Mean Carl

Peter Linz - Walter and Statler

Ikue Otani - Pikachu

Sarah-Nicole Robles - Luz Noceda

Wendie Malick - Eda Clawthorne

Mae Whitman - Amity Blight

Tati Gabrielle - Willow Park

Isaac Ryan Brown - Gus Willow

Zeno Robinson - Hunter

Matthew Rhys - Emperor Belos