#yandere lawless

[saintobio]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑.

rule #1: even if the world crumbles down in front of you, never, ever trust sylus with your heart. because even the fiercest flames can't match the danger of loving a man like him.

♱ pairings. sylus, fem!reader

♱ genre. angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+

♱ tags. villain!reader, reader works for onychinus, reader is not l&ds!mc, set in the N109 zone, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, baby doll, darling, sweetie), unprotected sex, throatfucking (m!receiving), cunnilingus (f!receiving), cum-eating, slight dom/sub play, spitting, hair-pulling, spanking, biting, choking, overstimulation, bondage, blindfolding, lots of jealousy, possessiveness, yandere themes, stalking, blood, violence, usage of guns, allusions to prostitution, killings, death, *coughs* that one harley+joker scene.

♱ notes. 8.2k words. inspired by this song bcos i can’t stop thinking abt him for days

“Boss is looking for ‘ya.”

It was already nighttime when you emerged from the library, only to encounter the eccentric twins, Luke and Kieran, lounging on the window sill as if they had been waiting for you to come out of your bat cave. They always donned their signature uniforms of leathered attire and beaked masks, an outfit reminiscent of Sylus’s mechanical crow, Mephisto. Behind their silhouettes, the red glow of the blood moon poured through the window, casting an eerie, crimson hue across the dimly lit hallways. Any normal person would have found such an atmosphere disturbing. 

But that was the N109 Zone for you—a dark, lawless, enigmatic place you called home.

“Is he in his room already?” you asked, quietly closing the door behind you. In your arm was a thick book, an archival file you had spent nearly two hours searching for. It contained records of historical events, of life before the Chronorift Catastrophe of 2034, before the Deepspace Tunnel was opened. Sylus had tasked you with finding the file for reasons he didn’t care to disclose.

A curious Luke tilted his head and swung his feet in the air as he pointed at the book. “Let me guess,” he began with a teasing tone, “Is that book some sort of Kama Sutra?”

Kieran’s snigger followed. “I bet it is, since it’s her birthday in a few hours.”

“Very funny,” was your quick retort. “It’s a history book, you idiots. Sylus needs it for something.”

The twins then let out a teasing coo. “Aww, so no birthday ‘fun’ for you?” asked Luke, “I thought sleeping with your boss would have its perks, too.”

Although his comment was meant to be a joke, you bristled at his jab at your professionalism. It had been a few years since you started this kind of relationship with Sylus, with him being your boss and the leader of Onychinus, and with you as his personal assistant and, well… escort. 

In and out of the N109 Zone, Sylus was a popular man for both good and bad reasons. His notoriety was mostly for his influence, and sometimes for his crimes. He was known to be unforgiving—a brute man who carried no conscience towards his enemies. One wrong move and you’d find yourself six feet under. Perhaps, that was what you admired so much about him. His aura, his domineering persona, his dangerous charm. He had mastered the art of seduction, the sin of hunger and desire. His power. There was no one like him. 

And so, you were the happiest woman alive when what began as an unrequited admiration eventually blossomed into something more. Spending more time with your boss played a pivotal role in gaining his interest towards you, because day-by-day he started to learn how much of an asset you could be for him. You were his prized possession. You were the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. Despite Luke and Kieran’s constant warnings of the abyss you were throwing yourself into, you were willing to be a pawn in Sylus’s game of chess. You wanted to be the Queen next to a King. Because that meant you were too valuable to simply set aside.

Yet Sylus was never one to clarify the nature of your relationship. He’d often say there was no need to clear up such a silly thing. All you knew was that when Sylus needed you, he had to have you. In all ways. He’d still act professional and distant depending on the audience. But behind closed doors, he spoiled you like a princess, treated you like a queen, and worshiped you like a saint. He was a sadistic, draconic man towards others, but he always had a gentle spot for you. Only for you. 

And that was a spot you would never, ever share with anyone else.

“Whatever. I gotta go see him,” you excused yourself from the two, just as one of them tossed a black box to you. “Is this my present?”

The twins jumped down from the window sill in perfect sync. “Advance happy birthday to the princess of Onychinus. Make sure to open the gift when boss is around.”

Your lips spread into a smile as you held the box in your free hand. Luke and Kieran giving you a gift was the last thing you would expect from them. “Why, thank you—”

“Yeah, yeah. You should go see him now,” said Kieran, pushing you forward by the shoulders. “Can’t keep boss waiting.”

By the time you reached Sylus’s door, the twins’ distant, mischievous chuckles then echoed down the hall. You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head before grasping the door handles, stepping inside of Sylus’s bedroom with slow, measured steps. You didn’t know why you were nervous. As the door shut behind you, the familiar scent of leather, cardamom, and sandalwood immediately enveloped you like a fragrant, hallucinatory mist. However, his king-sized bed lay empty with the sheets still perfectly arranged. There were no signs of him anywhere, until the sound of cascading rainwater drew your gaze toward the bathroom, where his tall figure was visible through the frosted glass. He was engaged in a steamy shower, clearly unaware of the intruder that entered his room just now.

“Boss?” you called out, standing by his bed. “I’ll leave the file on your nightstand.” 

Receiving no response, you placed the book on the bedside table and waited for him patiently. Should you stay or should you leave? It usually depends on Sylus’s mood. There were nights where he wanted to be left alone, and nights where he craved your presence. His lack of response may be a sign to exit his room. But as you prepared yourself to leave thinking that Sylus purposely ignored you, a certain black velvet box resting on his nightstand suddenly caught your eye. Unlike the typical small box that might hold a ring, this one was more rectangular in shape and you were drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was your curiosity that led you to touch the soft surface, wondering what lay beneath it.

Is it for me…?

“They say curiosity kills a cat.” Sylus’s deep, resonant voice broke your trance as he stepped out of the shower. Wrapped in nothing but a white towel around his waist, his muscular form was on full display as he approached you with assertive footsteps. Every curve of his muscle flexed as he moved. And his carnelian eyes sparkled with amusement, the corners of his thin, pinkish lips curving upward when he walked closer to you. “Touching my things without permission. Are you asking to be punished, kitten?”

Your heart raced as he closed the distance. Yet, maintaining composure around Sylus was a skill you had honed since the day you began working for him. “Oh, forgive me, master,” you merely teased. “It caught my attention.”

“Curious about the box or who it’s for?” he taunted, raking his fingers through his damp gray hair. Beads of water glistened on his bare skin, and you found your gaze wandering to his perfectly sculpted abs until you felt his finger lifting your chin up. “Eyes on me, honey. Don’t tell me you thought that velvet box was for you?”

So it isn’t? You suppressed a disappointed expression, but your clouded eyes betrayed you. “No, I… just curious.”

“Is that a sad kitten I see?” he asked, tilting his head to catch even the slightest changes in your expression. “You wanna open the box?”

“No, thank you.” Your stubbornness prevailed this time.

Sylus’s lips curved into a smile as he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and turning you gently. He then went on to open the velvet box and fastened a silver necklace around your neck. “Happy birthday, my darling,” he whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he planted a tender kiss on your shoulder. “That’s a red beryl crystal—one of the rarest gemstones in the world.”

Your eyes sparkled in awe as you touched the red pendant, feeling its exquisite value beneath your fingertips. Oh… to receive such beautiful, rare gem from the boss of Onychinus himself. You were too overwhelmed with appreciation as you turned and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Sy!” you exclaimed, your heart swelling at his effort. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

He returned your gaze with a smug look. “You better love it. I sacrificed two gold bullets just to get that for you, sweetie.”

“You…” Your eyes widened at the implication behind his words. Someone’s life was lost in exchange for your birthday gift. It was beyond your expectations to know that Sylus went to such macabre lengths just to surprise you, but banality was his worst enemy, and the last thing he would do was be called boring over things like birthday surprises. “...Well, thank you. I’ll treasure it forever, my love.”

“Now,” he said, abruptly breaking the sweet moment as he glanced at the other box on his bed. You realized he was scrutinizing the gift from the twins, which you had unwittingly left behind when you hugged him. His expression darkened slightly, clearly displeased at the foreign object on his bed. “Care to tell me where this is from? Or did some other bastard get you a present before I did?” he questioned, “Tell me his name, his identity. Give me his location.”

Chuckling, you cupped his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “It’s not what you think. Luke and Kieran gave it to me before I came here.”

Still unimpressed, he raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the box. “Who told you to receive gifts from other men?” 

“I…”

“Let’s see what’s inside, shall we?”

“I’m sure it’s just some…” you began, hurriedly untying the ribbon at the sight of Sylus’s growing pique. But as you opened the box, your mouth dropped in shock upon seeing a black lingerie set inside. An awkward laugh forced its way out of your mouth. Those two! “I… Ha-ha! They fool around too much. Don’t mind it. I’m just gonna throw it away.”

Sylus’s frown quickly transformed into a deep chuckle as he lifted the lingerie by the strap, his eyes widening with interest as he examined the lace corset. “Why don’t you try wearing it first, baby doll?” he suggested, an idea clearly forming in his mind. “It’s rude to toss aside a gift.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing, you thought, feeling your cheeks flush under his gaze. You almost lost your mind when he looked down at you with a roguish smirk, like he was an animal who’s about to devour his first meal in a long time. “You really want me to put it on?”

“Since it’s your special day,” he insisted, settling at the edge of his bed while keeping you positioned between his legs, “Let me help you with that.” His tone was more command than suggestion as he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, peeling it away from your body. “That’s it, be a good kitten. Just follow your master’s orders and you’ll do just fine.”

You felt his cold fingertips brushing against your chest as he slipped your blouse down, his hands reaching behind to unclasp your bra and set your breasts free. Instinctively, you shied away from the intensity of his gaze and covered your chest. But he was quick to grab your wrist, an eyebrow raised at your disobedience. “I’m sorry…” 

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he mumbled in a deep, orotund voice before continuing to undress you. His hand now fiddled with your pants, unzipping and sliding it down your legs in a painfully slow way. To your surprise, he had also pulled your underwear down along with your pants, leaving your lower body as bare as it could be. “Looks like my kitten’s prepared,” he said with a lowly chuckle, his gaze locked on your freshly waxed lady part. “But I’ll take my time before I devour you.” 

Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand on where his shoulder and neck met. All your clothes were discarded on the floor and you were nothing but naked in front of the very man you so deeply adored. He alone was the most perfect gift for you. “Boss…” your voice came out like a whisper, “About your upcoming transaction with Mr. Davis. H-He agrees to meet at the nightclub this Friday.” 

Sylus displayed a devilish smirk, noticing your effort in opening a subject to distract yourself from the compromising situation he had put you in. Though, instead of shaming you further, he had decided to play the part. “I’m surprised you managed to bargain with him,” he praised, slipping in a black, lace underwear up your legs. It barely covered your folds, and with Sylus’s warm breath tickling your cunny, you knew that your underwear would only be ripped apart sooner or later. “But then again, it must be your… irresistible charm that made him agree to meet up,” with a pause, he made a twirling gesture with his finger. “Turn around for me, sweetie.” 

You did as told, chest rising and falling deeply as your boss began to tie the corset behind you. It was too tight, but he seemed to have liked it that way, because your breasts were almost popping out of the padding. “I-I… Is it supposed to be this tight?” you asked, hesitantly, “I can’t breathe.” 

“It’s perfect.” He let out a deep chuckle before suddenly pushing you down on his bed. The sudden force left your heartbeat somersaulting, the anticipation and nervousness rising deep within you as you looked up at his predatory gaze. “Now, for the best part.” 

Sylus whipped out a handcuff and a blindfold from his drawer, and his first action was to grab your wrists and lock it within the silver handcuff around the headboard. The very next thing he did was cover your eyes with the blindfold, tying it neatly behind your head to deprive you of one of your five senses. 

“Sylus—?” You weren’t sure what was happening now, and hated that you couldn’t see his handsome face because of the blindfold. Your vision offered nothing but darkness, blinding you from whatever Sylus was planning to do with you in his king-sized bed. There were sounds of fabric rustling around you, the sound of clothing dropping to the floor, and the wet, sloppy noises near your face. When you felt the tip hitting your cheek, you realized it was Sylus touching himself, leaving you to imagine how he was stroking his hard length in front of your face, preparing his cock for a wild night ahead. “Are you—”

“Shh.” Your voice was cut off after he held a strong grip around your jaw, forcing your mouth open before the taste of his cocktip started entering your mouth. Not even halfway in, you already gagged from his cock. He was too huge for your mouth—too thick, too veiny, too lengthy. But nonetheless, despite the threads of saliva that waterfalled on the sides of your mouth, Sylus still shoved his entire length in. He didn’t care if you had started choking from his monstrous cock. He was too focused on burying his member in and out of your mouth, hitting your uvula, and allowing for tears to escape your eyes. “That mouth of yours is heaven for me, honey,” he said, your chin on his hand as he released a deep, guttural groan. “Move your tongue around it.” 

“Mmh—ngh!” Even if you were getting asphyxiated, fucking your throat was one of Sylus’s favorite foreplays. And so, like the obedient kitty you were, you started bobbing your head along to the rhythm of his thrusts. You also moved your tongue in circles around his shaft, and Sylus’s moans got louder, turning you on knowing that you were doing great at pleasuring the love of your life. You couldn’t even taste him enough, your mouth was too sore and numb at that point. 

Not even long after, he started angling his cock to your cheeks as if he was desperate to feel every inch of your mouth. When he pulled away, you released his member with a pop, and the string of saliva ended up coating your chin. While you couldn’t move your hand to wipe it off, you did try to move your wrists around the handcuff wondering if you could set yourself free. 

“Trying to break free?” Sylus’s voice was so near your right ear, the weight of his body becoming heavier on top of you. “We’re not done yet, darling.” 

A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss quickly calmed you down. You allowed Sylus to explore your mouth with his tongue, letting him lap you up like a meal he couldn’t stop eating. And with every bite on your lower lip, you were whimpering like a helpless cat. “S-Sylus,” you begged, “S-Sy… I…”

“Hmm?” His mouth was now on your neck, suckling and nibbling on the skin until they would leave purple marks all over. 

“Mmh… I want you.” 

“Not so soon, birthday girl.” Sylus’s teasing led to him pulling away from you. Now, you were unsure of his next move. But your chest only continued to move in an unsteady rhythm, the lack of sight heightening your auditory sense as a compromise. 

The next thing you knew, his manly hands started kneading at your breasts. He cupped them with such a force that made you stop breathing for a moment, focusing the sensation of his touch as he slightly pulled the padding of your corset to peek at one of your tits. In an instant, his mouth was attached to your nub. His tongue licked around your nipple, flicking it playfully before sucking and biting on your mounds. 

“Haaah!” 

“The twins did well in delivering this gift to you,” he made a subtle remark, releasing your tit from his mouth. His movements suggested he was moving down south, down to where your crotch was, and he only confirmed your thoughts when he began spreading your legs open and pulling your underwear to the side. “Look at how wet that pretty pussy is.” 

You moaned at the feeling of Sylus’s finger toying with your entrance. “T-The twins,” you barely said, squirming from the coil you were feeling inside your body. “What do you mean they delivered… the gift? Was it your idea after all?” 

Too bad you couldn’t see his face, but you were sure as hell that there was a triumphant smile spreading on it. “How else would they know your bra size, kitten?” he replied in a low voice before surprising you with the feeling of his tongue moving inside your slit, “Only I have access to your body.” 

Fuck, fuck. You were going insane. “Mhm—ngh! Aah!”

Sylus’s mouth was rough against your cunt, the tip of his nose tickling your clit as he continued spreading your labia apart to give himself better access inside your pussy. He completely devoured your sopping cunt, grunting and growling like a rabid dog as he alternated between french-kissing your pussy to burying his digits inside. His three fingers orchestrated deep and fast movements against your walls, with each stroke inside earning a wild whimper out of you. 

“Haaah—! Sylus, I… I can’t hold it… anymore.” 

He found your sweet spot soon enough, and chuckled darkly as you tried to squirm like a pathetic little kitty under him. With your legs dangling on his shoulders, he resumed abusing your sore cunt by fingering your vulva until you were at your seventh heaven. And as soon as you felt the need to pee, you knew he’d only pick up the speed of his fingers even more. 

“I-I… Please, Sy… I’m…”

For the first time in your life, you felt yourself squirting all over his bed. Your hips raised itself involuntarily, legs shaking violently on top of his shoulders. The overstimulation was sending you to ecstasy, as if you were in a place where every pleasure in the world was given to you. In your extremely vulnerable state, Sylus chose to grab the opportunity and forced all eight inches of his member inside. He hushed your moans and whimpers by kissing you on the mouth, his lips encasing yours in a loving and passionate exchange. 

This was the most erotic you had been with him. 

“You’re so fucking sexy to me, Y/N.” His cock moved fast and hard inside you. You could even feel his member twitching as your tight walls gripped him like vacuum, milking him of his every seed until he was fully drained. His lips then trailed around your jawline, then onto the valleys in between your breasts while he went on to thrust even rougher than the last. He plowed his cock inside you like there was no tomorrow, rutting and rutting and rutting like he was desperate to reach his own climax. “This pussy… Can’t get enough of your sweet pussy, kitten.” 

“Ah—aah! Mmh—ngh.” 

“More?”

“Y-Yes… please!” 

“Harder?”

“Mhmm!” 

“Faster?” 

“S-Sylus!” 

“Such a nasty girl you are,” he quipped, your hips now gripped by his strong hands as he sat in bed, readying for the final position. “Next time, I’m gonna eat your ass.” 

Gosh. You were already feeling limp under him. And when you felt his hands ripping your panties off, you knew it was game over for you. He was a hungry beast whose desire for lust would make him the worst sinner in hell. You couldn’t contain the loudness of your moans and whimpers as Sylus started thrusting into you at an otherworldly speed, your cunt feeling the soreness of his every slam. The skin-slapping sound dominated his entire room as your slick coated his entire length. At that point, he began biting on your lower leg, his cock doing its last twitch deep inside your cavern. He was balls deep inside, his bollocks slapping against your pussy with every jostle. 

“C-Cum…” you pleaded, “Inside me… Please.” 

But to your disappointment, Sylus pulled out. You didn’t know where he was releasing his seed until you felt the warm liquid shooting at your stomach. Three times you had asked him to cum inside, and he still continued to refuse. You thought your birthday would have been an exception, but Sylus was too smart for that. He knew knocking you up would ruin his plans. Getting you pregnant would make him lose his chances with her. 

“You can sleep on my bed tonight, darling.” Sylus easily released your hand from the cuffs with his evol, and did his own effort in untying the blindfold around your eyes. Little did he know that your tired eyes actually carried pain inside. “Close your eyes now. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You watched as he walked toward his nightstand, oblivious to the pessimistic thoughts swirling in your mind. If only she never existed in his life. If only she was you instead. 

“Sylus.” You fixed your gaze on his face. “I love you.”

His eyes widened in panic for a moment before he masked it with indifference. It was as if your declaration had caught him off guard, as if your years of devotion hadn’t already made it clear how deeply in love you were. 

“You shouldn’t.”

~~

The N109 Zone’s most famous nightclub was alive with pulsating lights and thumping bass on a Friday night, a den of excess and shadows where shady deals and dangerous liaisons were also par for the course. Sylus was dressed in his signature dark attire, leaning against a plush booth in the corner, and the red glow from the neon lights flickering off his white hair and crimson eyes. Meanwhile, you, draped in a red revealing dress that accentuated your every curve, moved with foxy grace as you joined Sylus at the booth.

Let’s just say Sylus didn’t exactly approve of your dress tonight. He thought it was revealing too much skin that was supposedly for his eyes only. But ever since the night of your birthday where he didn’t return your declaration of love, you started rebelling against your boss. Everything he disliked, you did out of spite. You did them out of the bitterness boiling inside you. 

Across from you two, in a secluded corner of the club, sat Sylus’s business partner, a man whose sharp suit and cold gaze reflected a ruthless demeanor. The table between you was littered with documents and blueprints, a clear indication of the shady business transaction underway—an armory deal of massive proportions, weapons, and munitions that could alter the balance of power in the underworld. Sylus’s arsenal of weapons could already destroy Linkon City if he wanted to, but there was no fun in that. It would be too much an easy disposal.

Nonetheless, Sylus’s eyes sparkled with approval as he glanced at the stacks of weaponry displayed before him. “I must say, I’m impressed,” he remarked with a sly grin. “The quality of your armory is unparalleled, Davis. You really outdid yourself this time.”

The business partner, clearly pleased, gave a curt nod. “I aim to please. But payment in cash alone doesn’t always satisfy, does it?”

Sylus leaned back, his gaze shifting to you. You were just settling next to him, your quiet presence commanding everyone’s attention as the low neckline of your red dress drew admiring glances from his business partner. Sylus was quick to notice the man’s eyes lingering on your breasts, a hint of predatory interest flickering in the old man’s gaze.

“Seems like my partner here is quite taken with you,” Sylus mused, hinting at a dangerous edge in his voice. “How about it? Would you like something other than money for your trouble?”

Mr. Davis’s eyes never left you as he smirked, a flicker of greed clouding his gaze. It was obvious to everyone in that booth that the old geezer was undressing you with his eyes. “What do you have in mind?”

Sylus’s smile grew sharper. “Y/N here is quite the treasure. If you’re interested, she could be yours for the night. Do what you want with her. What do you say?”

Unbelievable! Stunned by his words, you quickly turned to Sylus in protest. You couldn’t believe he was offering you like some whore to that old man, but you had to hide your disgust after meeting Sylus’s glowing carmine eyes shooting you a knowing look. Just play along and stay quiet, you could almost hear his voice in your head. 

Mr. Davis’s perverted gaze remained fixed on you, clearly tempted as he battled with the demons in his head. And at your boss’s signal, you were ordered to walk towards Mr. Davis apprehensively, sitting on his lap while keeping the disgust you were feeling from showing. His hand soon grazed your thigh, the other squeezing your breast. “That’s a tempting offer,” commented the old man, a triumphant grin on display, “But I’d be a fool to refuse a bad bitch like her.”

“Good,” Sylus said, his tone suddenly serious as he slid a sleek, black gun from the table. He idly toyed with the handgun, clearly unfazed. “Let’s finalize our deal then. I’ll just take this gun you’ve provided. Don’t mind if I do a little ‘quality testing’,” he added with a chilling smile, loading the magazine with .45 ACP bullets.

The business partner’s eyes widened in realization as Sylus’s hand tightened around the weapon. Panic soon flashed across Mr. Davis’s face before he desperately pushed you off his lap and scrambled to his feet, hoping to de-escalate the rift he had caused with the Onychinus leader. “Wait, Mr. Sylus! I-I didn’t mean to offend. I’m not going to steal your lady, I swear! Don’t—”

But just as you expected, Sylus’s expression remained cold and unyielding. With a swift, practiced motion, he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot was sharp and final, cutting through the pulsating music and leaving a deadly silence in its wake. Mr. Davis quickly dropped to the floor, his eyes wide open and the hole on the side of his head leaking with dark, red blood. 

Your eyes remained cool and detached as you watched the scene unfold, your expression too unreadable for the killer next to you. You’ve seen worse things while living in the N109 Zone, right? was Sylus’s inner thoughts as he placed the gun back on the table, his gaze steady while regarding the now lifeless body of his former business partner. The carpet was now drenched with an unsightly amount of blood. 

Just then, the twins, Luke and Kieran immediately swung the door open with a guarded stance, worried that something had happened to the Onychinus leader whom you all served under. But upon looking at Mr. Davis’s fresh corpse sprawled out on the floor, both twins merely shrugged it off, praising their boss for dealing with the old man in a brutal fashion. 

“Leave us for a while,” Sylus instructed the twins, pulling you closer by gripping your waist, “If any of Davis’s men try to come in, kill them with no mercy.” 

“Roger that, boss.” 

As soon as the door was closed, Sylus turned to you, you recognized a demonic glow in his eyes as he tugged at the neckline of your dress. “You,” he spoke under his breath, “are testing my patience.” 

~~

You weren’t sure how to feel about it.

Heck, you couldn’t tell if you were even turned on by it, but Sylus fucking you in front of a dead man did bring in a rush of adrenaline in you. This was the fourth time he had killed a man for desiring you, and while he would usually play it off and say he was just feeling bloodthirsty at the time those incidents happened, this was the first time he was compelled to actually touch you next to a man he had just mercilessly shot. It was as though he was trying to prove a point, that dead or alive, no other man would have the pleasure of having you. 

“S-Sylus,” you let out a whimper, knees beginning to feel sore as your boss continued to hit you from behind, hips snapping against your bum in a rough, merciless manner. A stinging sensation was soon felt on your butt cheek as Sylus sent a hard, crisp slap on your ass. “Mmh—!” 

His nails dug into your hips, jostling you forwards and backwards so your ass could meet the base of his cock with how deep he was plowing himself into you. You had already creamed around his member multiple times that night, too satiated by the possessiveness Sylus was showing towards you, and yet, the signs of him stopping seemed to be a far end of the line. 

“Did you enjoy my show, kitten?” he asked, a question borne from feelings of spite, “Did you like how he was gawking at your tits? Look at his pathetic face now. You see that?” 

Sylus grabbed you by the face and forced you to look at Mr. Davis’s lifeless body for a good minute. A minute to remember such a ghastly image for the rest of your life. And only after he was satisfied at the fright in your eyes did he start pulling you by the hair, only to then wrap a tight hand around your neck. You couldn’t breathe. You were choking from his hand, restrained to receive any bit of air down your throat. The strong smell of iron, gun powder, and leather was also beginning to intoxicate you, and you knew you were a minute away from passing out. But Sylus was too enraged to stop, his mind was a toxic fire you couldn’t easily extinguish and the only thing you could do was allow him to take his anger out on you. 

“Hnngh! Sy… Sylus…” you cried, moaning as his hard thrust almost sent you forward to his business partner’s corpse. The pressure on your windpipe was too strong that barely any sound came out of your mouth. “Sylus, I’m all y-yours, my love. Ah—aah! All… yours.” 

He did loosen his grip on your neck, because he had pulled you by the chin to spit into your mouth. A string of saliva connected your tongue to his, your chest undulating in heavy breaths as he began to grope your tits from behind. “Dress like a whore again,” he whispered a warning into your ear, “and I wouldn’t hesitate to treat you like one.” 

Your mind, too numbed by the overstimulation all over your body, couldn’t fully grasp the words he had just spoken. All you knew was that he pressed you further down the carpeted floor, with your ass high up and your body down low. The next thing he did was to spread your butt cheeks apart to gape at the exact hole he was destroying. 

Sore. Too sore. Too numb. Too… Too… “Sylus, I’m g-gonna…” 

“Fuck,” he cussed, accelerating his thrusts at an animalistic speed, his deep breaths turning into a guttural groan as he chased his high. His cum was thick when they landed on your face, and the taste was sweet and salty when he forced the rest of his cum onto the back of your throat. You gagged as he hit your uvula, drool oozing at the corner of your mouth as you choked and yet managed to swallow every drop of his semen. 

Like a good girl, for him. Always. 

You didn’t exactly black out afterward. You were caught in a liminal state, not fully awake but not unconscious either, as you collapsed onto the floor. Sylus discarded you like a toy he’d grown tired of. If you had been more aware, you would have immediately noticed the abrupt shift in his behavior. The sound of his fading footsteps made you realize that the man you loved so obsessively had just left you in that booth, right next to a dead man.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N. Hey, you okay?” 

The coat soon enveloping your body wasn’t Sylus’s; it belonged to one of the twins, and you could feel yourself being carried in his arms. 

“Luke…?” you murmured weakly. 

“No, it’s Kieran,” he clarified, since his older brother was occupied with disposing of Mr. Davis’s body. “I’m taking you home.” 

You clung to his shoulder, your heavy-lidded eyes searching for Sylus’s distinctive white hair. “Wha—? Where’s he? Where is Sy—” 

“Boss already left.” His words felt like a blow. “You know he’s dangerous when he’s angry, so you should just go home for today.” 

You tried to wriggle free from Kieran’s grasp, confused by the sudden turn of events. “But what did I do? Why is he angry with me?” 

“It’s not you, just… complicated,” were the last words you heard before exhaustion overtook you, unaware that you were now outside the nightclub. 

Continuing to squirm from Kieran’s hold, you cried, “What do you mean complicated!”

“Luke and I tried to warn you, Y/N,” he said, grimly, as if he felt bad for you. “You’re not supposed to mess with his emotions. Those feelings are reserved for another.”

~~

The night air in the N109 Zone felt heavy and suffocating. It had been a month since Sylus had abruptly cut off contact with you, leaving you in a state of uncertainty, overthinking, and anger. When he had asked you to take a break from work, you already found his command suspicious, and then the silence that followed was a deafening confirmation of your suspicion. No texts, no calls, and every attempt to visit Onychinus’s base was continuously met with cold dismissal. 

With this, you found yourself at your makeshift gun range, the repetitive bang of the shots echoing in the dimly lit space. The targets were riddled with holes, each bullet a release of your pent-up frustration. Your thoughts were a tempest of spiteful musings: how you should have maxed out his credit card for everything it was worth if you had known he was going to just dump you. The thought of doing so now felt petty, but it also served as a bitter reminder of how easily he had discarded you that night.

But amid your rage, a more serious thought began to surface. Sylus’s avoidance wasn’t merely a cruel game or a sudden whim; it seemed to hint at something deeper, something more troubling. Was there something he wasn’t telling you? Had something happened that he couldn’t or wouldn’t explain?

You should probably confront him, but you needed a sign. Barging into Onychinus’s base without prior notice would be a suicide wish, so you had to have a reason on showing up unannounced. A sign. You desperately needed one, and perhaps the universe was toying with you, but the very sign you were looking for came in the form of a mechanical crow that landed on the lightpost. Its red eyes glowed like lasers through the night, tilting its head as it looked at your way. 

“Caw! Caw!” 

“Mephisto,” you breathed a sigh of relief. Did Sylus send him to watch over you? 

With your confidence growing back, you decided to finally confront the situation head-on. This cold war would bring you nothing but a painful whirl of overthinking. And so, you returned to Onychinus’s base that night, your anger tempered by a new, steely resolve. As usual, the base was as imposing and foreboding as ever, its corridors silent except for the occasional echo of footsteps.

Where is everyone? 

As you neared Sylus’s quarters, your heart pounded with a mix of dread and anticipation. You approached his door, and through the thin walls, you could hear soft, unfamiliar voices. Your breath was caught in your throat as you recognized a woman’s voice, distinct and unfamiliar, but laced with a strange resonance that made your skin crawl.

“From the beginning, you trapped me here, forced me to resonate with you, and even said we’re ‘the same’... One wouldn’t treat a stranger like that, so… don’t tell me you like me. Is this all so you can get my attention?” 

…

“You’re so gullible, kitten.” 

The twins, who were lounging nearby and keeping an eye on things as usual, saw you by their boss’s door and exchanged knowing glances. Luke, with his usual smirk, leaned in. “Oh, look who decided to show up. You’re just in time.”

Kieran, with a more serious tone, added, “He’s got a guest in there. A hunter from Linkon, with an Aether Core, no less.”

Your heart sank. The mention of an Aether Core was a dagger to your already shattered heart. Sylus’s connection to you had always been complex, but it was a lot different with this other woman he had been keeping an eye on for the longest time. They were marked by their shared Aether Core, which tied them together in ways you could never fully understand. To hear that he had met the girl he had been searching for with the same rare core was like a death knell.

“Since when did Sylus bring her here?” you asked the twins, struggling to keep your emotions in check. This was the real reason Sylus had asked you to take a break—he knew that the presence of this girl would push you to the edge of losing all sense of morality. For the first time in your life, he saw you as a threat. An enemy. 

Luke responded with a shrug. “A couple weeks ago after she leaked her information in The Nest. Boss has been trying to resonate with her, you see. So don’t mind their little bonding moments.” 

Kieran took the initiative to drag his older brother away. “We gotta get going. Don’t cause a scene, Y/N. You won’t like it when our boss is angry.” 

Disregarding the twins’ words, you pressed your hand against the door, the muffled sounds of conversation and the soft rustling of fabric seeping through. The realization of what this meant was crushing. Sylus’s soul was bound to this new woman in ways you could never compete with. And the anguish of this discovery broke you inside. 

Why? Why can’t it be me? 

With trembling hands, you turned the knob and pushed open the door just a crack to peer inside. The sight that met your eyes was enough to confirm your worst fears. Sylus was there, his attention fully on the woman from Linkon that he had pinned down on his bed, a tenderness in his gaze that had never been directed at you. 

Unable to bear the sight any longer, you quietly closed the door and retreated, and Sylus’s head turning in your direction only made you hide even further. You were already taking hurried steps before he could catch up to you. But then again, what kind of idiot would he be to leave that fragile girl alone to run after a woman he didn’t even care about? You were nothing but a placeholder for her, warming her seat temporarily before she finally came into the picture. And now that she was here, you were easily cast aside like worn-out clothing, no longer bearing any purpose for him. 

“…I hate you,” you muttered, the words barely a whisper as they escaped from your trembling lips. Running through the hallways had quickly become exhausting, each step felt like a drag with the weight of your emotions. “I hate you, Sylus.”

Your hands, shaking uncontrollably, grasped the Beryl pendant that hung around your neck. The sharp pain from the necklace’s chain digging into your skin only added to your anguish. And with a frustrated cry, you yanked the pendant off and hurled it down the hallway. The pendant skittered across the polished floor, its once-beautiful gleam now discarded like mere rubbish.

“What did we tell you?” The twins’ imaginary voices were mocking you in your head, their taunts reverberating through your thoughts as you headed out of the base with no footsteps following you behind. It became clear to you that Sylus had chosen to stay with the girl instead of chasing after you. “Just because boss gave you a chance, doesn’t mean he’ll actually date you! You poor thing! You’re just a game he likes to play!” 

“Stop. Stop!” You had to press your hands into your ear, suppressing the torture that your mind was creating.  

You decided to run away. Far, far away from Onychinus’s base. Far away from Sylus’s reach. 

Your footsteps echoed through the deserted streets, your mind still reeling in jealousy from the events you saw earlier. The image of the woman pinned under him, her dark hair and fair skin, had your hands shaking from the anger in your heart. She was as beautiful as he described, as radiant as he’d often whisper about in his dreams. And now that she was within his reach, did you really think he would let her go? 

~~

The night was cold, the air biting at your skin as you walked aimlessly, lost in a whirlwind of emotions and tortuous thoughts. The betrayal, the hurt, the lingering sense of being used—all of it churned within you, making your steps heavy and your heart even heavier.

“I… hate you,” you murmured under your breath. 

As you turned down a dark alley, a sudden prickle of unease crawled up your spine. You quickened your pace, but the sound of a second set of footsteps followed closely behind you. Panic set in as soon as you realized you were being stalked. 

Before you could react, however, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, blocking your path. The man’s eyes gleamed with malice, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “You no longer have Sylus to protect you,” he sneered, his voice dripping with menace. It was one of Davis’s men. “You're all alone now, and I'm going to make you pay for the death of our master.”

Fear gripped you like a tightrope, but before the man could take another step, a swirling mist of black-red enveloped him. The pressure of the mist seemed to squeeze his entire body, forcing him to his knees, his screams of terror cut short as if the mist were obeying commands from an unseen master.

You turned around, your heart pounding, to see Sylus standing at the edge of the alley. His domineering eyes bore into yours in a mixture of curiosity and cold calculation. “Should I kill this guy? Yes or no?” His voice was low and raspy. “My decision depends on you, kitten.”

Your gaze hardened after hearing the term of endearment he was now recycling with the hunter girl from Linkon. “I can handle him,” was your cold reply, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. You drew your gun with a swift motion and fired repeatedly, each shot bouncing in the narrow alley. The man’s body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Sylus watched you with an appraising look. “Impressive. Still feisty as ever.”

You then pointed your gun towards him, but keeping a safe enough distance. “Why were you following me?” you demanded, your tone cold as ice.

A chilling laugh echoed through the alleyway. “My own assistant wants to kill her boss? Now, isn’t that a spectacle?”

“Shut up!” you yelled, finger tightening on the trigger. “I don’t care if one bullet won’t kill you. I can shoot you enough times to make sure you’d at least feel some pain.”

Sylus sighed before reaching into his pocket and revealed the necklace, the red beryl pendant glinting in the dim light. “You forgot your gift,” he said, his voice softening ever so slightly.

You stared at the necklace, feeling a sting in your heart that you couldn’t ignore. “I’m not worthy of such a gift,” you replied monotonously, “Give it to her if you want. And also, take this night as my formal resignation as your assistant."

Sylus’s eyes widened, a rare look of surprise crossing his features. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. It seemed as if he was truly, genuinely stunned, caught off guard by your decision.

I can’t back out now. You repeated it like a desperate mantra in your mind as you turned and walked away, leaving Sylus standing alone in the dark alley, the necklace still clutched in his hand. You were done with his games, done with being played. You were determined to leave him behind, until suddenly, he vanished into a puff of black smoke. Dark feathers floated in the spot where he had stood moments ago. To your shock, he reappeared behind you, his hand forcefully grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.

You struggled, trying to wrench his hand away. “Let go—”

But he silenced you with a bruising kiss, locking his lips around yours despite your desperate punches to his chest. He only pulled away when he felt your warm tears streaming down your face, looking at you with a gaze full of unwanted sympathy. Sympathy that cut deeper than any blade.

“Are you happy she’s back in your life?” you choked out, your voice trembling as you stared at him with tear-filled eyes.

Sylus responded with a hesitant hum. “I am.”

You inhaled shakily, his answer shattering your heart. “Then, why are you here?”

“...I don’t know.” His crimson eyes reflected the sorrowful glow of the moon peeking from behind his head.

“Do you intend to keep me as your lover?” you asked, forcing him to confront his true intentions.

Sylus took a long, agonizing moment to respond, as if wrestling with a tumultuous storm of emotions—the pros and cons, the rights and wrongs. Finally, he spoke, and his words were a dagger to your soul.

“No,” he said at last, his hand retreating from your face. He stepped back and turned the distance between you into a chasm of heartbreak. “It’s been nice working with you, Y/N. I’ll send you a year’s worth of salary for your dedication to me. This should be the last time we meet.”

The weight of his words crashed down on you like an earthquake, and the full reality of your situation made it hard for you to breathe. Yes, it was a gut-punch. You were breaking in half, your heart shattering beyond repair because the pain was too much. It was all too much for a person to take, and it twisted something dark inside you.

“If I can’t have you,” you began, your voice shaking with an amalgam of rage and despair, “then no one can.”

Sylus’s eyes narrowed. “Y/N, you won’t dare—”

“I’ll kill her,” you spat, your tone dripping with venom. Your vow was laced with a genuine resolve, as if it were a promise you had embedded in stone. “The next time I see her, I’ll end her in the most brutal way I can. I swear it.”

His eyes flashed with a sinister light, one eye emitting a faint glow like a candlelight in a dark room. “If you try to go near her,” he said, his voice low and menacing, “I’ll kill you first.”

A twisted smile spread across your face, and madness began to gleam in your eyes. Driven to the brink of insanity, you laughed—a wild, almost feral sound that scared even the rats hiding in the darkest places.

“Then, do it,” you challenged, the final thread of your sanity snapping as he raised a finger, and the tendrils of his black-red mist soon swirling around you and crushing your bones with its pressure. “You’ve already taken everything from me, Sylus. Finish what you started.” 

SECOND PART

[shiny-jr]

outlander

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia. 

Summary: In every land you travel to, there's a god with elemental powers. But why is it that in every nation you arrive to, the gods attempt to make you stay?

Note: Why has no one done a genshin x twst thing? This is more of a concept idea than anything else. I might do a series with it, or not, or just random posts. Feel free to ask about it or request stuff for it.

This must be a dream, either that or a never-ending nightmare.

Waking up alone on a sandy beach, as if washed ashore, was disorientating. There was nothing else on the shore save for shells and the occasional crab, no debris indicating a wreck and no scattered belongings. All you had on you were the clothes on your back, which were a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt, your pajamas.

In the center of your palms, was a marking you had never seen before, like a freshly painted tattoo in the shape of a tiny key. As curious as the strange new markings were and you wondered how they even got there, there was a larger question looming:

How did you get here?

GRIM

There was a cat on the beach. At least, it looked like a cat. A talking feline, with gray fur and the most impossible feature of blue fire lightly simmering in his ears.

It spoke, just like a human, with a grating high-pitched voice. It was a devilish little beast, with little fangs sharper than his comebacks that he supposed were funny.

The feline pridefully announced his name: Grim.

And when you told Grim your story of how you woke up by the water's edge with no recollection of how you got here and little to your name, the creature didn't appear to care. However, when he spoke of elements being used by people and names of nations and cruel living gods you never once heard of, only then was he very vaguely intrigued. Perhaps it was amusement, as he laughed and called you stupid for not even knowing of The Seven.

That's when you heard a growl, not from behind his fangs but from his stomach. If you looked at him from the right angle, he looked quite scrawny. The poor thing was hungry, you realized.

All it took was an offering of cans of tuna found in an empty cabin nearby, and you had him in your grasp. Following you around was only temporary, he insisted, he'd go along so long as there was food. While a talking cat was not the most conventional of guides, it was better than nothing, especially since he knew basic knowledge of each nation and where the nearest sign of civilization was located.

HEARTSLABYUL

Through the winding dark woods where mysterious creatures lurked in hollow trees and dead end paths, were meadows of flowers and peaceful grooves. However, don't let the tranquillity of nature fool you. In the distance were mountains– not actually mountains, but volcanoes and hot sprints along this land's border.

It's been said that the very millions of roses and other greenery in this land, was formed when ash rained down on dry barren earth for nearly a month. Ash from those very dormant volcanoes that were the backdrop to this perfect scenery, which came in huge black clouds thousands of years ago and blanketed the earth.

A god, an archon, the deity of law that rained hell on earth over thousands of years ago.

Long ago this land was a country of criminals ruled by a god of chaos that reveled in havoc and disorder. Among the mayhem, was a small deity of fire with mighty powers and a vision for a future he was determined to see. Riddle, is what the deity was called.

Riddle gained a number of followers to listen to his words, and he created order. A small feat compared to the many wicked still running about in a lawless land ruled by a god that valued anarchy. So, using newfound strength, the deity of fire drew forth molten lava from the mouths of the northern volcanos, burning all those in its path while the deadly plumes of smoke and ash suffocated those that remained. Atop the remains of the destroyed towns and cities, he built a new nation of order for his loyal followers.

Today, it is a thriving nation filled with flowers and greenery. However, there is one issue. The god of pyro, Riddle, is a tyrant. Every law is expected to be followed without question and without fail, beheadings have become nearly a daily occurrence with the criminals often being charged with mistakingly picking flowers on Wednesdays, drinking the wrong sort of tea post-meals, or playing croquet after five pm.

You were fortunate to be spared after your audience with the god of law, for breaking the rule: one must never bring a cat to a formal affair. Before he could burn you were you stood, you interjected, answering that your companion was no cat, so you had broken no rule.

Well, he promptly apologized for the misunderstanding and in turn, offered to make up for it by inviting you to a tea party. It would be best to except his invitation, afterall, he was the same deity that buried nearly an entire country in lava and ash, then built his kingdom atop their remains. He was a tyrant that beheaded and burned people on the daily. It was wise not to get on his bad side. Besides, he appears to have taken a fancy for you. Riddle implores that you tell him more of your world while you ignore the whispers of rebellion.

There is no leaving Heartslabyul, not without the explicit permission from the god of law. The borders with their volcanoes burn any would-be invaders, allowing passage only to merchants and travelers who have received the pyro deity's blessing. Why would Riddle ever give you his blessing to see you go?

SAVANACLAW

Across the volcanoes and hot springs of the borders, the mountains turn green with dense jungles. Across the river lies the savanna where the world's most wondrous creatures run free. Times have been turbulent, the shaking ground was evidence of troubles with this nation's divine beings, or rather, now single divine being.

Earthquakes have always been a sign of something occurring either for a purpose or unintentionally by someone else. The harsher the quake, the greater the importance of the event. And not too long ago, a ginormous tremor shook the entire globe. Something of major importance had happened.

A god, an archon, the deity of intellect was the new sovereign after tragedy befell his elder brother.

In the past the land was under the protection of the god of strength, a mighty god worshipped by his people. This god had a young heir who was also beloved by the people. However, most forgot or completely disliked the younger brother of the god of strength, a deity of ground, Leona, who had a burning hated for his brother.

Leona amassed followers of his own in secret. It came as no surprise that the common and the wealthy adored the exalted god of strength. However, the poor detested him, because he offered no help to them, no matter how much they prayed and offered what little they had to his alter. Instead, their prayers for mercy and for a change in luck, were answered by the deity of ground. The change of luck came from the death of the former god and his son, paving the way for a new sovereign.

Today, there is uncertainty in the street. Many of the former worshippers of the god of strength believe in one thing. The god of geo, Leona, is unfit to rule. The poor and mistreated have emerged from hiding places in the shadows, filled with newfound confidence for their was finally a god that answered their prayers. However, there remains a growing tension between both factions. Followers of the new god sing his praises, while followers who mourn for his brother believe that everything is falling into disarray.

You were promptly introduced to the god of intellect by his followers that wished to spread the good word. There was something wrong, you and your companion both agreed. How could a powerful god of strength and his young heir just perish without warning? Something was amiss.

This was just a new follower, at least in his eyes. So he brushed you off, allowing you to partake in the best food and drink only his followers had the privilege of receiving. Testing your luck, you decided you would ask him if he knew of a way home. For now you filled him in, explaining your origins and recent adventures. For such a conniving and arrogant leader, he was surprisingly lax. It even appeared as if he wasn't even listening to your words, just dozing off on some pillows. Your words were at least more interesting to him than the rumors of possible unrest.

Perhaps he does know a way for you to return home, but he doesn't want to tell you. It's as simple as that. He likes the new follower, you. Besides, you're not going. There is always the option of traveling further, but why do so when the geo deity has what you need? Leona greatly loathes betrayal from his own worshippers, so you wouldn't leave Savanaclaw to see another god, would you?

OCTAVINELLE

In the seas dwell creatures of unimaginable horrors living deep within the watery depths, across the ocean over turbulent waves there are islands of paradise. The chain of islands composed warm southern beaches and cold northern snowlands. This may be paradise, but a toll must be paid to even get near the islands.

A tax is applied to all arriving merchants wishing to trade and tourists wishing to step foot on the island. It doesn't make much sense, until you see their towns and cities bursting with trade. Business was booming, apparently. The water is clear and pristine, you could see the vibrant coral reefs and schools of fish swimming below.

A god, an archon, the deity of contracts once came from these very waters when there was no land.

Thousands of years ago there was nothing but ocean out this far away from the mainland. That is, until a deity of water appeared from the depths. He promised a new nation to traveling merchants, so long as they worshipped him. The deity introduced himself as Azul.

Azul had grown bored of the dull happenings under the sea, for he had achieved most things beneath the waves. The ocean could not satisfy his endless greed. He had his sights set on higher elevation, with the lofty goal of being just as powerful on land as he was in the ocean. He moved waves, creating tsunamis outward but revealing islands once hidden by water. The merchants took to land and fulfilled their end of the deal, worshipping him while creating a prosperous nation of deals.

In present day, hardly anyplace can compare to the thriving hub the nation has become. However, loyal followers have begun to see his greed. The god of hydro, Azul, is a charlatan. The ocean in all its vastness was not enough to satisfy his desires, it was why he took to land. For the promise of fulfilling prayers, something always must be given in turn or the worshippers must risk going on a quest. But, it is not always as it seems. One way or another, a prayer asking for something will end in the worshipper becoming in debt to him.

In exchange for an answer to the continued question of how to return home, you have nothing to offer for payment except for ideas. Home was modern, this world was not yet on par with the technology you knew. So you offer ideas of inventions, a device to capture an image in time, a mechanism like a box with wheels, a tool to contact someone miles away.

He believes you're quite bright, you think it false flattery to deceive you but you would be wrong. Your ideas are truly brilliant, and will no doubt earn him more millions and influence in other nations on the mainland! Best to take the compliment with a smile, or else this swindler may find a way to trap you in debt. Azul insists you tell him more of your home and your lucrative ideas. Here, a contract, where he shall sell your ideas as goods and you shall reap the rewards! Whatever hearsay you've heard painting him in a bad light, is defamation! Don't fall for it so easily.

Sailing away from Octavinelle would just be a fool's quest. Unless you can escape on a boat that can weather the harshest of sea storms, there is no stepping foot off the island without the risk of drowning. Don't you have more profitable ideas to share with the hydro deity? If not, just listening to your voice would make Azul content than all the gold in the world could.

SCARABIA

Rolling sand dunes stretch as far as the eye could see, and rocky canyons border a savanna. Sandstorms fill the skies like a dark cloud, covering the dry hot land in a new layer of sand once again. Struggle through the scorching days and blistering cold nights, and there will be an oasis in the center between large flowing rivers.

Life follows the flowing waters, and an enormous oasis is planted in the center of the desert. For miles and miles along the banks, are blooming cities and towns. A great contrast to the desert outside, these settlements are overflowing with water, with the greenest gardens and greatest crops.

A god, an archon, the deity of commerce that gave life to a once barren land.

Thousands of years ago, a terrible famine struck the land. All remaining oasis had shriveled up, leading to starvation. A kind-hearted deity of earth took pity on the people. So he decided to extend a helping hand. People would call the deity Kalim.

Kalim used his abilities to create a lush environment, a vast and incredibly rich oasis out of sand in the middle of the desert. When he walked, grass and flowers sprouted from the sand. In days, he managed to create a garden of tremendous size and design, where his new followers could live in peace and luxury by the rivers. Towns and cities were developed, giving way to a grand nation where he resided in comfort and extravagance, surrounded by people that adored him.

Now there is a grand metropolis where there is just as much gold in the markets as there are flowers. The god of dendro, Kalim, is naive. For thousands of years he has been sheltered and treasured by his people. He is oblivious and clumsy, but at the same time he is not foolish. He knows of the people that have attempted to use his abilities for sinister purposes. Although, no one could guess a conniving being plotting against him, resides in his very own palace.

Exciting adventures and thrilling tales, the god of commerce loves to hear your stories of the outside world! First time foreigners are welcomed with open arms, but you are treated as a rare guest with your unique origin. This might just be the most peaceful land you had ever traveled to.

Come, partake in the celebrations! It's easy to forget that such a laidback and cheerful personality belongs to that of a deity that gave life to this region of the desert. Dance, chat, he wishes to do it all with you! The brightness of the fireworks and lively atmosphere is nearly enough to drown out the presence in the shadows you see from the corner of your eyes. A figure with a piercing gaze, watching the jolly divine being with envy in their eyes. With a power as tempting as his, there would be those wishing to snatch it. Kalim distracts you, offering more food and drink with a smile sweeter than any flower.

Why would anyone ever wish to leave this garden that was Scarabia? The outside, the desert and canyons, were harsh and unforgiving. The god of commerce did not wish to see you risk traveling and getting hurt. The dendro deity invites you to stay in the city! Surely you could be happy here with Kalim, right?

POMEFIORE

On elevated lands, between mountains and hills, were endless forests in which travelers often vanished in or were discovered frozen. A winter wonderland, although this wasn't so delightful. It was beautiful, but a deadly kind of beautiful, where you risked being chased by mysterious beasts or becoming lost in blizzards.

The snow may be pure, it may look picturesque upon frozen lakes and lines of white trees, but looks are deceiving. This was once a serene land with a temperate climate, but it has only gotten colder and colder in more recent months until there was not a single spot of green to be seen.

A god, an archon, the deity of curses who was so bitter like the cold that he caused snow to fall all year round.

Stories have told that the land was once warm in springs and summers, only growing cold whenever the divine being was cross. They were frighteningly beautiful and terrifyingly powerful, regal as royalty but at times wrathful. Vil, is what the deity was referred to.

Vil became envious of an emerging figure, so he invoked powerful blizzards and storms. In recent generations, there have been a growing number of his people breaking off into a separate faction that worshipped a younger compassionate god of healing. Enraged by the betrayal of some followers and resentful with biting jealously, many knew that it was only a matter of time before he would snap. This frightening divine being would not accept being dethroned, he would not allow himself to be demoted in the people's hearts.

Civilization continued to thrive, even despite the never-ending snow. And yet, people cannot help but worry what may happen if the cold doesn't let up by spring. The god of cryo, Vil, was pretentious. Anyone who openly voices their distaste for him or a preference for the god of healing, can expect to be encased in ice and used as a display. No one dares to even utter the name of his rival, for fear of incurring his wrath.

Misfortune brought you before the god of curses' throne. Mistakingly his followers had believed you to be worshippers of the god of healing, which you insisted not to know of. You had simply been lost. Maybe it was your gawking at his ethereal appearance, or the compliment you murmured under your breath, but you were not frozen a punishment.

He decided to interrogate you himself, and through his stern questioning you found yourself a nervous mess as you answered honestly but blabbered far too much. Maybe this deity was amused, much like a king would find humor in a pathetic little jester. The divinity that froze nonbelievers into statues for his palace, found you quite endearing. Vil even once smiled at you when you spoke of inconsequential things, warming his heart to which the clouds carrying snow broke apart if for a moment, causing his followers to go into a frenzy fueled by hope.

When leaving Pomefiore is so much as even mentioned, all exits will be frozen shut by the god of curses. Why even venture outside the palace, when you have earned the favor of the cryo deity? Perhaps the land is warmer, but the neighboring nation is dangerous and he forbids the journey. Why would anyone leave after finally melting Vil's icy cold heart?

IGNIHYDE

A forest of dead trees serves as an ominous welcome, or perhaps it was an omen warning incoming travelers. Slopes gave way to valleys, and along the coasts was a heavy mist that painted the vision gray. Homes and buildings, magnificent temples and crumbling feats of architecture, appeared to be floating in white clouds, but in reality they were situated on cliffsides thick with fog.

In the center of the dying forest, there are ruins of a grand temple once belonging to a god that met a tragic end. However, its remnants are closely guarded by mysterious creatures of air that cannot be touched. Legends say the temple was once a place of worship for a fledgling god related to the main god the nation worships today.

A god, an archon, the deity of innovation that has never once shown his face to the public.

Thousands of years ago, a pair of divine beings appeared. They went largely unnoticed for many years, until their brilliant inventions brought awe to those around them, attracting worshippers and diminishing the power of other local gods. The one remaining brother from this pair, is a deity known as Idia.

Idia created wondrous inventions, unintentionally forming a nation of inventors in the process. Withdrawn, dark, and silent, he is quite the unconventional god and yet he begrudgingly rules nonetheless. As reserved as he may be, he is feared among divinity. All lesser gods aiming for his spot are quickly wiped out by his inventions, without him so much as lifting a finger and using his own abilities. They're reduced to mere memories, as nothing is left of them. In times of old, it was once believed that he was a harbinger of death.

On decent days, the sun may shine on the coast, but most days there are heavy clouds and fog. The god of anemo, Idia, is an enigma. Most think him a ghost, for never appearing and for his abilities. The highest families, the most brilliant inventors, even other divine beings may request an audience, but he will never show. No one has ever seen him, all that's known is he is a figure shrouded in black robes like a grim reaper. There are others who believe there are double, because two figures have been spotted once.

You become the first to see his face purely by accident. It seemed he was just as startled of you, as you were of him. Thankfully, you were not going to be blown off the face of the planet by hurricane-level winds. No other god would help, in fact, they wished to keep you here. So you had to turn to him for assistance in finding a way home.

It was only by promising that he could pet Grim, a deal to which the feline disagreed to, did the god reluctantly hear you out. After your explanation, he scoffed as if looking at a simple equation like 2 + 2. Of course he knew the answer, but he wouldn't give out the assistance you needed. The deal was to hear you out, not help you out. He'd become quite bold in the private conversation, a sharp contrast to his previous anxious demeanor. There was no arguing against he who could slaughter gods with a snap of his fingers. Although you aren't as intolerable as other mortals, this he admits.

Departing from Ignihyde is highly unlikely, given how dense the fog is. You cannot even see the ground you're walking on. While, yes, the anemo deity hasn't assisted you, he will, eventually, probably, maybe... You're the first mortal Idia has ever asked to stay, so why would you turn your back to him?

DIASOMNIA

A wall of impenetrable thorns stands in the way, magically opening and creating a clear-cut path through dense forbidding forests lively with critters. The thorn walls close, effectively trapping you. There was something different. It was unlike all the previous nations, the very air itself felt off. With every step deeper into these whimsical woods, it felt as if you were not alone.

Once upon a time, there was a dragon. No one knows how long the dragon has been alive, only that even the oldest tales say he was already ancient way back when. Valleys were shaped by his claws, the rivers from his tail, rare ore came from his fallen scales buried in the earth, the tallest mountains were but small hills to him.

A god, an archon, the deity of dreams is by far the most powerful and most ancient of all divinity in the world.

Peace was his personal preference, as he enjoyed new company which he never truly received due to his fearsome reputation. However, when other divinity sought out his destruction and his home, the deity of electricity raged. Destruction was left in his wake across the entire globe, and everyone came to know the name Malleus.

Malleus commanded thorns to be raised like walls protecting his home, and constant violent storms to ward off anyone threatening to cause trouble. For hundreds of years, no foreigner was allowed to step foot within the nation's boundaries. Anyone that tried would quickly be reduced to ash, and just a number added to the untold amount he's slayed in order to protect himself and his territory. Kind he may be to his own, but to foes he is merciless. With his black horns and piercing eyes, some refer to him as a devil incarnate.

A land unseen by outlanders, it's peaceful and magical in it's beauty. However, it seems that while your presence may be surprising, it is not a shock. You're taken by knights in gray and black, escorted away. The god of electro, Malleus, has invited you to his castle. There is astonishment and disbelief in people's eyes, a foreigner alive and well. Most like you would have been reduced to particles before they could even step foot past the thorns.

Much to your horror, or relief, once you're brought to the god of dreams, he seems delighted to have you here. It seems your presence was expected, as all he said was, "So you've finally come to see me, hm? I was beginning to grow concerned that perhaps I would have been left out of your list of destinations."

This was the last option, the only one you could turn to in finding a way home. Surely, the most ancient and powerful deity would hold the answer and assist you, since he had been so kind as to allow you inside his nation. Although as welcoming as he may be, you must remember that despite his fang-toothed smile and the twinkle in his eyes, this man– no, god, was archaic and all-powerful. He must have killed more people than you will ever know, wiped out whole armies and flattened entire nations. Malleus tilts his head at you, requesting that you recount your tale, with every minute detail.

This will be the end, there will be no escaping Diasomnia. Of course, you shall not know until later. For now, the god of dreams delights in your stories. You were the first guest he's had in thousands of years, and one of the few who did not wish to slay the legendary dragon that was the electro deity. Malleus knows what you desire, he has seen it in your dreams. However, he will not be kind and grant you what you sought. If he did, then what he desired would then vanish: you.

[merakiui]

Hello! Could I request flower bouquet from the miscellaneous menu.. And as for the dynamic, I'm quite indecisive on that regard, but I recall you saying it's fine to let you chose? Forgive me if I'm wrong. I'd like to order that with red velvet cupcakes & banana pudding from the midnight menu for Jade Leech, with an AFAB reader. If you are unable to do this, it is completely understandable. I hope your day/night goes well, and may you take care.

yandere!jade leech x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, kidnapping, slight angst, royalty au (princess!reader x butler!jade) note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

It’s well past midnight when Jade finds you in the garden. He spots you milling about aimlessly beneath a stone archway. Greenery twists up the rough surface; vines spotted with tiny flowers drape like fruit from a bough. Moonlight paints you in strokes of silvery magnificence, a breathtaking sight even the most skillful painter could never hope to replicate on a canvas. Even though it’s the middle of summer, there’s a fierce bite to tonight’s temperature. It’s in his nature to protect, a bodyguard and a butler in one, which is precisely why he frets when he notices you’re dressed in a thin nightgown and a silk robe.

You’re stunning regardless of your attire. He’s always thought so. A hopeless observation, for you have never belonged to him and thus those words will remain a scandal under lock and key.

“My lady?” He approaches with even steps, his voice a gentle whisper. Despite his best efforts, you still flinch at his sudden arrival. He bows respectfully, a hand held over his heart. “Forgive me for startling you. I noticed you weren’t in bed when I came to check on you, and so I thought I might find you here.”

“Am I really so predictable?”

“Quite.” He chuckles at the pout that twists on your lips. “Admittedly, my advantage is rather unfair. I’ve known you long enough to commit all of your habits and haunts to memory.”

“You’re too good. It’s not fair…”

“Is everything all right?” Jade moves to shrug his tailcoat off, aiming to drape it across your shoulders for extra layering, but you stop him. “My lady?”

“I’m not cold. Thank you, though.”

Jade nods slowly and slides his arms back into the sleeves. “May I ask what’s keeping you up? It’s unlike you to visit the garden so late.”

“It’s nothing major. Just thinking too much about too many things. If that makes any sense…”

He hums in acknowledgement. You fidget on your bare feet. Some days Jade thinks you’d wander to your death if it weren’t for him. Having suspected this, he made sure to bring your shoes. Guiding you to the marble bench at the end of the pathway, where the space opens into a clearing enclosed with shaped shrubbery, Jade lowers to his knees.

“A princess shouldn’t dirty her feet so carelessly,” he reminds you, taking hold of your foot and gingerly sliding your shoe on.

You frown at him. “Does it matter?”

“In polite society, yes, very much so.”

“Polite society is the worst. How am I meant to frolic in the flowers as the fairy tales intended if I can’t even take my shoes off for such a thing?”

“You may do so in your dreams.”

“It’s not the same.”

Jade gazes at your legs from where he kneels. Should his gaze climb any higher… He snuffs that thought before it can take root. “Perhaps not, but the world within a dream is lenient and lawless. You’re free to break every rule you desire.”

He offers you his arm and you take it. Lifting you from the bench, he walks with you and admires lush blossoms alongside you. Sweet is the night breeze, bringing recollections of a childhood that has long since fled. Watching you, future heir to the throne, from afar, an unimportant butler-in-training… You’ve always been his world—the center of his vision. The single flower in a garden infested with weeds.

What he’d do to pick you and put you in a pot of his own making. To keep you solely because it is the whim of a selfish heart caught up in foolish, one-sided limerence.

“What would you do? In your dreams, I mean. If you could experience any dream, what would it be?”

Jade peers at you, taken aback. “You’re asking me?”

“No, I’m asking the flowers.” Playfully, you reach up to pat his head. He leans down to meet your hand halfway, a smile gracing his features. How fervently he wishes you would touch him with more purpose. If only your individual stations were not so far apart. If only he could become your equal just for tonight and know rapture under your fingertips. “Yes, Jade, I’m asking you.”

It’s not a calculated risk, for he knows the outcome will never be in his favor, but he acts on impulse anyway. He seizes your hand. You flinch away, surprised by this forthright display, but he holds firm. He’s determined to see this through to the end, even if it lands him a heart more shattered than when he began.

“I would become a prince and marry you.”

Much to his chagrin, you laugh. “That’s quite the lofty dream. A funny one, too.”

He squeezes your hand, insistent. “That is the truth.”

“It’s not.” You meet his mismatched stare. “It… It’s not, right? Surely you jest.”

“I have always admired you, my lady.” Testing his limits, he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles. “Though you may be forever out of my reach and I may be but a mere servant, that does not stop me from loving you any less.”

Your face falls. There is no reciprocation to be found in your gaze. He suspected this from the beginning, but it does nothing to soothe the sting.

He grasps your other hand, hoping to bestow a kiss to it as well, but you jerk away so quickly that you trip over your feet and land in a heap on the grass. He doesn’t make any move to help you up. Not yet, at least. Lying sprawled on your back, you watch him with uncertain eyes.

“How long?”

“The day your father rescued me and brought me in—you offered your hand to me, and you told me I would never know the dangers of the sea again.” Jade stands over you, observing the many emotions flickering on your face, before lowering to your height. He straddles you with ease. “I had never known such kindness until then.”

“Ah, right… I remember that day. You were injured so severely they put you on bedrest. You had to learn how to walk all over again.”

“In spite of everything they told you about me, you visited me regardless. Every day, at every hour, to bring snacks and toys. To cheer me up. To wish for my swift recovery. To act as my crutch. For that, I am forever grateful.” His hands slide your nightgown up, and he feasts on the sight of your panties—on the way you draw your thighs together to hide from him. “I have always stood dutifully by your side, hoping to repay you for all that you’ve done for me.”

You look delicate in the grass, your robe slipping from your shoulders. Like a pinned butterfly or an angel having just fallen from the sky, you’re a sugared fantasy brought to life.

“Jade.” You grab at his shoulders and push back weakly; he doesn’t budge. “We… We shouldn’t. I can’t. If someone were to see—”

“They won’t.”

“Yes, but I—” you turn away from him, worrying your lip between your teeth— “I can’t, Jade… I’m betrothed. F-Furthermore, it’s not safe without…protection. You can’t.”

He smiles fondly, so sickly, stupidly enchanted. With the moon just behind his head, framing it like a hazy halo, you might mistake him for an angel. His actions suggest he’s anything but.

Lifting his index finger to his lips, he shushes you. “In that case, let’s play pretend for tonight—just as we used to—and trap ourselves in a dream.”

Your refusal falls on deaf ears.

Hands crawl along the expanse of your body, feeling everything within reach. He’s overjoyed to behold you, to press down on the space between your legs and savor your staggered breaths. You plead with him all throughout it, begging him to cease now and he’ll be spared. But Jade can’t. If it kills him, he wants to have died knowing he was on cloud nine.

This has always been his dream.

For tonight, he is neither prince nor butler. For tonight, he is simply a monster—the same monster your maids warned you against when you were little: “That cursed child is no good. He will bring ruin to your father—to you, Your Highness. You must keep away, for a child of the sea is a child of destruction and agony.”

The same monster who looked on with a single golden eye, lying in wait like the perfect predator and wearing the skin of a human to hide his true identity. The same monster who took to training as if it were second nature, honing his skills as a butler and a bodyguard. Hardening a heart that has never had the capacity to care for anything other than himself and the ones who have since departed.

The same monster who loves the human he ought to hate, for it is your kind who hunt the waters he was conceived in. Who spear merfolk with harpoons and feast on their flesh and eggs like it’s a sacred delicacy. Who arrange their skeletons in aureate frames. Who mount their taxidermied tails to the wall.

The same monster who, in some distant fairy tale, could have been a king if not for the devastation of his family tree.

Dewy grass sticks to your skin. The scent of moist earth envelops you in its verdant embrace. Jade sinks in slowly, holding you down by your hips. You squirm and cry, but he persists. He could be cruel and callous, rut into you like an animal instead of a lover, but he refrains. He loves you too much, and that hurts more than any pain he could inflict on you.

You dig your nails into his shoulders. If they were sharper, you might have been able to tear through his uniform. Sweet, soft moans spill from pretty, plush lips. He kisses you, adoring the hold your walls have on him when he rolls his hips to fill you deeper.

“Jade… Jade, please,” you ramble, breathing hot and heavy in his ears. It’s musical, the way you sing for him through your tears. “Oh, please pull out. I—aah—can’t… We can’t. Please, Jade.”

Perhaps it would have been easier to hate you and your father—detest the kingdom who has rendered his home an aquatic graveyard. Surrounded in a garden of exotic blooms, Jade thinks that’s impossible. Love born from hate is thorny, impossible to quell once it’s come to fruition. It’s dug its roots into his heart and given way to the most fearsome flower.

He should have killed you. He should have held that pillow over your face all those years ago when he snuck into your bedroom, silent as a shadow. He should have, but he didn’t—couldn’t. And now he’s here, towering over you without the pillow. His hands stray towards your throat, but instead of an execution he drags you against his chest. He can’t.

Years later and he still can’t fulfill his one and only childhood dream.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes glittering. “How I wish you were as ugly as your heart…”

Raindrops spatter your face, a quiet downpour spilling from heterochromatic hues.

You fall apart beneath him, ruined in ways polite society would deem grossly impure.

Now we’re the same, Jade thinks, bowing his head when he reaches his peak. He groans lowly, his eyes squeezed shut. Monsters without homes.

Come morning, the palace is in a panic. The princess has vanished, seemingly whisked away into the night, and the only one who may have any information on her whereabouts has gone with her. Jade doesn’t worry.

No one will find you at the bottom of the sea, unrecognizable as a mermaid in an abandoned coral kingdom.

On his empty throne, he knows of no better place.

[rottenzombrainz]

A Little Lawrence Fanfic >w< (Dangerous Fellows)

Beginning notes:

A little fic of my favorite mentally disturbed golden child. plz be nice! this is my first public fanfic!!

Dangerous Fellows is an otome game with an zombie apocalypse setting by Storytaco. inc! If you've never played it, I highly recommend it!

sfw, GN Reader, yandere (but not really this is super tame fluff), mild spoilers

It was another day with the new group you're staying with. Everyone was doing their part in patrols as usual. You were going to scavenge resources with some of the others, but Lawrence insisted that you help him check inventory. You hadn't spent much time with him one on one... it was a little nerve racking.

"So how have you been adjusting?" He suddenly asks with his usual warm smile.

"Adjusting? I've been fine, for the most part... I really like it here. It's nice to be with others after surviving alone for so long."

"Good. No one's been giving you any trouble?"

"Um...well..." You begin.

Lawrence looks at you with immense attentiveness.

"Scarlett's still not very happy about me joining the group. She's really rude... and she asks me to do favors for her like I owe her something."

Lawrence looks at you with a pensive expression.

"Really?"

You look away, feeling a little embarrassed for talking poorly of someone else...but it was true. She would order you around, take food from you, single you out, and she always gave you foul glares.

"You know..." Lawrence speaks, tallying up some rations. "Scarlett begged and cried for me to let her stay when she first joined."

"Really?"

"Really. It was really pitiful. I wasn't going to let her stay...she seemed like a liability. Sometimes you need to sacrifice one to save the many. But she came shortly after we formed our little group of survivors, I didn't want the others to think I was cold and heartless. I thought I made the right decision, letting her stay, but I didn't think she'd give the next new member so much trouble."

You mumble out a little "mhh" to show your listening. It felt uncanny hearing Lawrence use words like "pitiful", "liability", and "sacrifice". He was usually so kind, so tender.

"She may act like it, but she doesn't have any authority here. I run things. And if that were to ever change, it'd be Ethan taking my place."

The conviction in his words made you feel a little uneasy, but you muster up your voice to ask the question on your mind.

"How'd you even become the leader in the first place? Did the others elect you?"

"Elect? No, that wouldn't have worked. Everyone wants to be in charge in a lawless world like this - we would have gotten nowhere like that. I took advantage of a poor situation. Silver lining, and all that."

You cock your head with intrigue

"It's... not something I like to talk about. I felt like something bad was going to go down, so I gathered who I could and stayed a step ahead of calamity. I have a sixth sense for those kinds of things. So stay close, and I'll protect you, okay?"

You slowly nod, enamoured by his charming smile as you unknowingly open some sort of wrapper. Once you notice the crinkling, you jump slightly and glance over at Lawrence with a sorry expression.

He didn't seem disappointed at all...in fact, he quietly laughed, holding his hand over his mouth.

"It's okay, you can eat it if you're hungry."

"Really? But the inventory-"

"What about it? We're the ones making the list right now~"

Lawrence laughs again with a glint of mischief in his eyes. You had the impression he was a strict rule follower- an unbiased mediator to guide lost souls in these trialing times. But... he's just like anyone else.

Lawrence adjusts his glasses as his laughter fades before looking over at you.

"Is it good?"

"Huh?"

"The cookie. The one in your hands?"

He smirks, pointing to your hands.

You look down and notice what you unwrapped was a cookie. A chocolate one with white chocolate chips. You glance over at Lawrence again before taking a bite. It's...stale. Very stale. But it's taste is better than most of the other things you've eaten since the outbreak.

"Mmh- it's stale" You mumble, chewing the hard cookie.

Lawrence laughs again, clearly finding your struggle endearing.

"You know, if we find the right supplies, I could make some fresh ones"

You happily hum with intrigue as you do your best to chew the rock-solid dessert.

"Cookies aren't very hard to make. We just need some flour, sugar, some eggs - maybe we could substitute the eggs with something else...."

He trails off, writing something in the margin of the looseleaf paper he was using to track the supplies.

You struggle to swallow the bite you took before asking Lawrence another question.

"Do you like baking, Lawrence?"

He continues writing for a moment before responding to you.

"It's something I've always wanted to get into... but my parents didn't approve."

"Really? What's there to not approve of?"

"It's not what they had in mind for my future. They wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer or... you know, 'something respectable'"

You sympathetically frown at him, raising the cookie to your mouth to take another bite before remembering how well that went just a moment ago.

"Are you not gonna finish it?"

You shake your head. Lawrence extends his hand outward to you.

"Let me try. It can't be that bad!"

He optimistically smiles as you hand over the chocolate cookie. He looks intently at it for a moment, tracing his finger over the bite mark you left. Lawrence brings it to his mouth and attempts to bite through it, having to chomp down a few times before actually breaking a piece off.

"Ugh... Is this made out of concrete?"

You laugh as he struggles to chew the cookie, just as you did. The furrow in his brow softens as he sees your face light up with amusement.

"I'll make you something much better than this, I promise"

"Pfft- anything would be better than this titanium cookie" You jest.

You giggle as you continue to watch Lawrence struggle with the cookie.

"Your image of me is probably tainted now, isn't it? 'Strong, charismatic, reliable Lawrence struggles to eat a stale cookie'"

You can hear the self-deprivation in his voice, straightening out your smile. You insistently shake your head.

"No! I still think you're strong and reliable!"

"And charismatic?"

"And charismatic..."

The two of you laugh a little more as you decide to throw the cookie around to see what'll break it. It's not a good use of food, but does it even count if it's unchewable?

Ending Notes:

eughhh my fingers are cramping... Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this silly little fic, and apologizes for any other Lawrence stans who were hoping to get carried into the basement and tied up. Who knows? maybe I'll write a darker fic with him in the future?

I'm very self conscious about how people will react to the way I see characters, but I've studied Lawrence like a... uh... *insert something people study really hard*. The silly otome man has been living in my head rent free for almost six years now, I'm confident enough in my understanding of his character to write fics like this.

If you liked this fic, please give me some words of encouragement in the comments... it'll make me wanna write more *fishes for praise cutley uwu*

I'm sorry that was cringe I'm going to stop writing now....

[corvusspecialartist]

A Panopticon's Desire: Yandere! Konrad Curze x Artist Reader (Pt: 1)

An artist born. Fire and Blood.. a future changed. Konrad was idling by on his throne. Something was off…. his world… his worthless populace had been fixed though the power of fear. He had very little need of going out to cull the scum. However, it was odd… he saw a future where he was dragged and somehow beheaded. His planet ablaze, but in as soon it arrived it changed… they were chained… locked away to rot. A rare beautiful toy to play with. He shook the vision form his head. NO matter. This future would not come to pass… after all. His spies that were loyal had reported that many of the families… despite going underground… had pooled their resources and planned some form of tribute.

Maybe this was some ploy of their feeble superstitious mind. Trying to appease him, so that just maybe their families would be spared. This would be very much interesting.

You were being smuggled. It was of upmost matter that you were to kept secret. You were a well known artist in the system… with your work respected. However, this would be your greatest job yet! They were offering you, in your view, your weight in gold. All of the materials and lodging were provided. It was surprising for this opportunity to even come up in the first place…your kin had told you about the lawless state of the planet. Yet, when asked about the current state.. your patrons told you that someone else was in charge. But no matter…you made sure to bring proper supplements and glow in the dark paint, to allow the Nostroamon to actually see the art. You have heard that the planet had almost no light, and the people there could see in the dark. A captain came into your quarters running urgently.

"I need you to go and hide immediately… although we have gotten the proper paperwork for you… we needed it to be discreet." you nodded immediately and followed the captain into a small dark closet. Hopefully, your patrons would provide some low-vision goggles in order for you to allow you to see signs more easily. As you were squeezed, you heard the murmured voices. After it seemed like, almost forever. The captain came back. "We managed to get you past customs… I would get ready and brace." After he said that you started to move within the small space… It was quick, but soon an announcement came by on the ship ."We have safely landed on Nostramo." Immediately you got out.. watching as the various serfs go towards your room and gather your things.

You have heard the sordid reputation of the people of this world, and made sure that you brought on very little in terms of valuables. However, as your patrons led you out of the ship…as you took a step foot on this world. It seemed… different… It was quiet. You have heard the stories and the screams and the rampaging and varying explosions… that this planet was crime ridden hellhole. It was impossible… it almost felt as if you were in a dream. It seemed almost fake. You were shown into your quarters… and were left alone for a bit. You packed out the things… and started to sketch. Your nightmares seemed to take a current inspiration.

Sitting down, you started to draw a whirling mechanical tower. It was a grotesque thing that seemed to have one white eye.. It seemed to shine a beam on light… searching. Mouths seemed from the vents and were screaming. You were standing out in the open… as the searchlight swirled closer to you… Running though the warped halls, , as the mouths wailed and cried.. almost as if denied their prey. It seemed to run though closer… hands grabbing various people and consuming them…the mouths screeching and groaning. You had awaken at the time. Maybe this was an omen.

Maybe this was an omen. An alternate future… the canon.. the proper future,where this little thing would be under his thumb. His spies had told him about a recent visa, for a popular artist throughout the system. Personally, he was not a big fan of their art… He had ordered of the visa to be detained. He smiled to himself… when he caught them. This would be a grand cause of celebration… a rare public execution. However, he paused. No. He couldn't do that… drag them in and kill them over some trumped up charges… They were too popular and had backing amongst the nobility, those who had bent the knee to his rule. Honestly, he wished,he wasn't so just. He should have just killed them all. However, a gleaming idea came into his head.. he would pay them a little visit.

[celestialdragoncookie]

It's alright, but also it wasn't meant as I thought it was

You see that, Y/N is the overlord of lust, BUT she's not lustful nor like that, she's just a demon who has a bitchy attitude, is extremely mean, defiant, and stubborn, although her ability can mind control someone mind or emotions. But you could change overlord title if you like, and could I request for a Yandere Three brothers with her, who doesn't want to do anything with them, and just being like demons from Hazbin Hotel XD

But if you aren't comfortable with it, it's alright! I respect your it, but you could make the yandere 3 brothers react to Y/N then if you can't make it :D

" Unexpected Wrath" Yandere Three brothers x Hazbin Hotel Reader:

Well you a being a sinner and demon from hell, in your case especially uniqueness killed a robber in self defense which gave you a free ticket to hell. Upon adapting to that chaotic and lawless environment, you managed to get or inherited some bold and unique traits among your demon friends. You currently work under Charles the demon princess and daughter of Lucifer morningstar and boss of the Hazbin Hotel that makes the sinners repent and ascend to heaven. Due to some accident between angel dust and Charlie resulted in sending you away into different dimension or mortal world, hence due to your unique traits you quickly adapted to foreign world, your first destination was the kingdom in Blizzard ridden land and made from Oreos and bitter chocolates. There you met with the three brothers, you learned of thier names through conversation as the eldest spoke of dark dragon cacao cookie and the youngest name Demonos Cacao cookie as the king introduced himself as dark cacao cookie. Within few days they got quickly attached to you like a touch starved puppy always fighting and wanting for your affection but they can't tolerate one thing that is your rude and bitchy attitude. Your way of flirting, doing disgusting poses and doing some unproximate with other male cookies made thier blood boil in hate, anger especially disgust but thier Wrath is also fueled by extreme jealousy. Each of the brothers react differently to your rude bitchy attitude.

Dark Dragon Cacao cookie being the eldest has the most strictist, stoic and humble attitude, he doesn't tolerate anyone who would cheat or flirting to a random passer-by, especially doing disgusting poses Infront of the males and that is no in his list. When he saw you were flirting with some random male cookie, his blood boil to extreme lengths his inner dragon raging within clawing against his mental barriers almost making some cracks, growling in jealousy. He yanked your arm very tightly, Gaving a very hateful look to the poor cookie almost giving him a heart attack, dragging you to a solitude and devoid of any eyes you in annoyance dusted off the snow and mumbles some words before looking at the eldest with fierce look but it falls to mud as that expression almost crumble you in fear and horror his claw was almost closer to slash you but he controlled it instead shanking in anger, his crimson slits made you gulp as your whole body trembling in fear hands raised in air learning a valuable lesson " Never pissed dark dragon cacao cookie or else you got a very nice " Treatment" from a doctor".

Well, scaring becoming a whimpering mess Infront of the eldest was the humiliating thing ever happened to you, the you the overload of lust and manipulation as the title and fame you praised and prided over it got grounded to dust. Your frustrations and anger bubbling inside you ready to burst like a raging volcano, despite being scoulded by the eldest, your methods weren't less off as you repeat the same action as you were caught red handed by the king himself as he scoulded you for you inappropriate actions all of his lecture and sentences were really bored the wites out of as giving a rolling eyes sign completely ignoring him. This statement really pissed dark cacao cookie off, as he tried his best but you were really a bitch ignoring his lecture instead gaslighting him which him frown and growls walking away from your presence thinking of discipline you.

Thinking of yourself, as cheeky smile came to yourself as you saw a random warrior cookie guarding his post, from his posterior and looks he was a decent guy in his twenties. So smirking to yourself, thinking of teasing the guy casually walking towards him as you began to ran your store and fair share of flirting which took him off guard the poor fellow didn't know what had happened to him, and was a blushing mess. As you were doing some poses, shadow loomed over your figure look behind only to see ferocious Demonos Cacao cookie, judging from his expression he was one sec away from exploding he quickly dismissed the guards as began to yell his season on you whom didn't gave a shit to his long lost lectures, using your pinky to pluck your ear making a boredom expression this made him beyond made as he roars on your face as you didn't give in instead gave a very bitchy attitude face. Demonos Cacao cookie had enough, enough of your attitude and being you a bitch as he dragged you towards a lonely and scary alleyway thinking that he is going to beat you into submission which you laugh thinking a mere mortal dared to go against an overload, his actions are very cute. Suddenly two more figures came revealing to be dark cacao cookie and dark dragon cacao cookie with very angry expression look at your dragging posture which made you pale a little as three took out thier weapons smirking very darkly hinting for a very good chase, now knowing what type of situation your in gulping your saliva smiling nervously and next mins your scream erupted throughout the kingdom.

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350 Random Character Traits

Social Butterfly

Tea Drinker

Impulsive

Laid-Back

Timid

Animal Enthusiast

Apathetic

Caffeine Addict

Particular

Aloof

Book Smart

Alcoholic

Charismatic

Gym Bro

Easy Going

Perfectionist

Arrogant

Deep Sleeper

Sore Loser

Goofball

Womanizer

Pacifist

Deceitful

Scaredy Cat

Perceptive

Family Oriented

Sharpshooter

No Nonsense

Cat Lover

Money Hungry

Book Smart

Lewd

Rebellious

Obsessive

Happy Go Lucky

Heartbreaker

Superstitious

Empathetic

Feminine

Naivete

Hot Climate Lover

Intuitive

Humane

Animalistic

Motherly

Spiritual

Conspiracy Theorist

Attention Seeking

Gambler

Selfless

Close Minded

Serious

Active

Cautious

Sugary

Caring

Endearing

Nihilist

Trigger Happy

Infamous

Religious

Energetic

Androgynous

Competitive

Obedient

Hopeless Romantic

Yandere

Nonsensical

Passionate

Disorganized

Business Oriented

Survivalist

Sassy

Overconfident

Outgoing

Extrovert

Gourmand

Masculine

Fatherly

Sweet Tooth

Wine Drinker

Skeptical

Foolish

Inclusive

Cold Hearted

Loyal

Overprotective

Gothic

Optimist

Workaholic

Street Smart

Warm

Kleptomaniac

Smooth Talker

Devout

Insomniac

Accepting

Possessive

Untrustworthy

Awkward

Careless

Covert

Old Fashioned

Vague

Absent Minded

Polyglot

Confident

Environmentalist

Egotistical

Welcoming

Compassionate

Inhumane

Hyper

Cold Climate Lover

Eccentric

Rural

Polite

Anarchist

Always Tired

Open Minded

Gender Nonconforming

Insightful

Self Absorbed

Observant

Traditional

Occult Obsessed

Cheap

Stoic

Madman

Hot Headed

Mean Spirited

Calculating

Pessimist

Cunning

Humble

Smoker

Political

Colorful

Non Religious

Smug

Protective

Pyromaniac

Messy

Low Self Esteem

Popularity Obsessed

Power Tripper

Innovative

Vain

Under Pressure

Selfish

Playful

Trustworthy

Childish

Ominous

Reliable

Friendly

Uppity

Resourceful

Athletic

Zen

Expensive Taste

Cynical

Nature Lover

Cutesy

Stern

Bold

Innocent

Lawless

Classy

Honest

Suspicious

Disloyal

Vegetarian

Mischievous

Greedy

Dad Jokes Fiend

Patriarchal

Goal Oriented

Dumpster Diver

Flamboyant

Curious

People Pleaser

Formal

Secretive

Sickly

Organized

Heroic

Booming Voice

Introvert

Know-It-All

Ruthless

Sneaky

Irresponsible

Graceful

Accident Prone

Demanding

Sleazy

Backhanded

Brotherly

Sisterly

Hopeful

Militaristic

inclusive

Passive

Robotic

Co-Dependent

Contemporary

Matriarchal

Wholesome

Whimsical

Unstable

Earnest

Fighter

Technological

Prankster

Inquisitive

Fiery

Hippy

Knowledgeable

Snooty

Pure of Heart

Supportive

Kindhearted

Slothful

Dance Lover

Bitter

Gamer

Prideful

Idolized

Quarrelsome

Revealing

Disrespectful

Fair

Altruistic

Festive

Agile

Illiterate

Cheater

Unreliable

Self Aware

Daydreamer

Urbanite

Sly

Responsible

Nosy

Villainous

Grudge Holding

Stylish

Sporty

Power Hungry

Generous

Quick Learner

Destructive

Clumsy

Genuine

Sincere

Natural Leader

Trendsetter

Downer

Adventurous

Adrenaline Junkie

Nerdy

Approachable

Patient

Warmonger

Suave

Loving

Snarky

Unfair

Prey Coded

Impatient

Savior Complex

Dog Person

Aggressive

Faithless

Resiliant

Idealist

Complacent

Fearless

Sympathetic

Communal

Grateful

Dishonorable

Gun Ho

Modern

Unhinged

Unethical

Insecure

Animated

Obnoxious

Shrewd

Uneducated

Predator Coded

Inexpressive

Creative

Gun Savvy

Erratic

Charitable

Logical

Monstrous

Gossiper

Straightforward

Easily Jealous

Self-Reliant

Brave

Party Animal

Gentle

Stubborn

Respectful

Negative

Manipulative

Boba Drinker

Persuasive

Intimidating

Wise

Bully

Loner

Pushover

Hunter

Globe Trotter

Forgiving

Studious

Easily Bored

Ambitious

Fierce

Professional

Faithful

Indulgent

Sarcastic

Thrill Seeker

Revengeful

Insensitive

Car Enthusiast

Ornery

Honorable

Misunderstood

Antisocial

Merciless

Storyteller

Notorious

Oblivious

History Buff

Indifferent

Health Nut

Self Destructive

Coward

Chronically Online

Barbaric

Defiant

Merciful

[asexual-abomination]

How platonic yandere Overwatch characters react to you having a significant other Pt. 2

Hey sorry for the long wait, I tried to write Yan!Brother Hanzo and just couldn’t do it. I felt like I couldn’t move on without it, so this whole thing sat unworked on for ages. I realise I need to just get something out there, so I hope you enjoy what I did manage to put together :).

YanMother!Widowmaker

Is this... disrespect?

She is, reasonably, pretty damn worried about you being outside

To keep up a facade of being the emotionless sniper Talon trained her to be, she has to keep her precious child under lock and key, lest they find you and use you against her

But her paranoia goes deeper than most

Absolutely ANY move that gives you any kind of presence in the outside world is unacceptable

Even just regular friends are off the table, you think you're getting away with a significant other?

Not under the spider's eyes

She takes it as disrespect to her abilities that you think you can sneak around behind her back, and disrespect to her authority as your mother that you would so stupidly disobey her rules

She's the kind to just... wait

If you've snuck out of the house, she'll linger around corners, giving you a death glare before disappearing the second you notice her

If you chase her, you'll find that she seems to disappear into thin air

Both you and your significant other will be convinced that you're going crazy, and eventually you'll hurry home thinking you might still not be caught

She'll be perched in her armchair, legs elegantly crossed, eyes focused on you with a frown

Depending on the time of day, she'll have a glass of red wine to swill around menacingly, both to alleviate her stress and assert her control

Before she even says anything, you feel the urge to hand over your phone to avoid her wrath

Quick and sharp, she tells you to go to your room, and you can't help but rush to it

There's the horrible click of your door being locked shut from the outside, as she sighs and tells you this is all your fault

Clearly giving you the run of the house was too much freedom for your little brain, she won't make that mistake again

She won't say anything else, and stalks off for a drink

You don't need to know that she killed your date the second you separated from them

Later that night, she'll return to you, coming into your room with your favourite food and a sad look

As much as Amelie can't stand the idea of you disobeying, she can't stand you being upset with her even more

"I'm so sorry, dear, but you must understand why I do what I do. Here, you're still grounded, but I just can't let you sit in here all sad. Just remember, mother knows best."

YanMum!Junkerqueen

Ohh, ohohoho! OHOHOHO

You wanna date THE child of THE Junkerqueen?

You've certainly got guts!

She's the kind to slap your date on the back and pretend it's friendly, but fully intends on sending them to the floor

You're her BABY! Her Heir!

If anyone wants to do anything with you, they have to get through her

Another who can't stand the idea of you being upset with her, but unlike Amelie, she doesn't even have the spine to keep you under lock and key

She will always crumble to puppy eyes

Almost

But don't go thinking you're free to do whatever you please

Instead, she'll crack down on anyone she considers a threat

Junkertown is a lawless place... unless you're the queen herself

She can make up any crime she wants, and just send her loyal followers after them

In this way, she gets to be the hero who saved you from a horrible criminal who might have hurt you, but also completely absolved of any personal guilt in the situation

And she gets to comfort you about the loss! Win-Win!

Whatever you want on a silver platter, kid! Just forget ALL about any ideas of dating anyone at all!

(She takes any excuse to spoil to you, and what's better than some mother-child bonding time after a breakup?)

And if you see your old date, running around in the depths of Junkertown, doing odd and dangerous tasks with a scared look in their eye, then just ignore it sweety! They're doing... community service, y'know?

"Hey, whaddya think you're doing with MY kid? Ohh, you're daaating, huh? Well, you're gonna have to get through me!"

YanSis!Junkerqueen

Sure, but don't you dare leave Junkertown!

As a sister, she's more protective than possesive

So long as you stay within the walls of Junkertown, where she knows everything that goes on at all times, you can do whatever you want

She pays attention to everything that happens to you, but doesn't interfere as much as her motherly version would

It's all in the service of keeping you safe and happy, just as she always wanted

A significant other who makes you happy is just fine in her book

When you're happy, (and she can see it) she's happy

But the MOMENT your partner slips up in any way, she explodes

If they in any way imply that you might leave Junkertown, or just in general try to hide from her all-encompassing watch

She will pursue a traitor to the full extent of law

What's that line from that one weird old book she once read for you?

Off with their heads!

You can go and do whatever want with the protection of your Queen, but the mere implication of you actually LEAVING?

Unacceptable

But you won't suffer any consequences, that would go against everything she stands for

Instead, your partner faces the full brunt of her anger

She'll unintentionally guilt trip you about it as she tries to explain her side of it

"What don't you get? It's dangerous out there! And if they're gonna try and take you outside, where I can't protect you, then I'm gonna fucking kill 'em!"

YanFather!Hanzo

It's not even a question of whether or not he'll accept it, it's a question of how far your new partner can run until they get an arrow in the back of their skull

There's no veil of tolerance or kindness, he will literally shoot them right in front of you when he realises what's going on

Unlike many of the others, he doesn't really care about you being happy at the end of it all

He thinks you should understand his reasoning without any explanation

Why can't you see that no one is worthy of you?

He'll kill your significant other in front of you and then send you to your room for complaining

You won’t get sympathy from him

When you break his rules, there are punishments and consequences

This is the natural order of things in his mind

How you could even get a significant other under his strict containment is beyond me tbh but it’s really never worth it

The second he finds out, they’re dead

It’s not even a matter of jealousy or protectiveness on his end

He’s a busy man, you probably don’t spend much time by his side anyway

It’s simply a matter of you obeying the rules

He was raised under incredibly harsh rules as the scion of the clan; he thinks he’s being very lenient with you

Death is no matter to him - and he’s willing for you to hate him

There’s no winning this for you or your poor partner

“Haven’t I already told you? There are consequences for your actions. Tch. If you don’t want to look at the body, you can go and mope in your room, ungrateful brat.”

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Hope you enjoyed!

[envy-of-the-apple]

I cant believe you read blue lock AND you like Kaiser too omg are you up to date on the manga? Who else do you like. And also when you fangirl about him in your head (with kaiser or any other character for that matter) do you also yandere-ify them? ( I hope you're having a nice day!! Byebye!)

ngl blue lock has such good yandere potential considering the isolation and the kinda lawless-land it has.

i mean a bunch of unhinged players who've been trapped in blue lock for months??? they need some kind of release right? And ego knows that anri is kinda useless but hey the new intern he just got mightttt-

[kiame-sama]

Probably Yandere Chrollo: I grew up in a lawless land and I love it. Nothing says freedom like murder.

His Jaded Darling: Do you ever stop being such a huge edge lord? Honestly.

[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 29|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: The finale goes up next week! Also for the art I saw this on Pinterest and thought of Evelyn and Levi, if someone knows the artist please either put it in my ask box or reply below and I'll credit them! Hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi didn't appreciate the call in the middle of the night from Erwin, the Commander had the habit of working late and forcing one poor sap to stay behind with him to run errands and messages.

The pounding on his door only increased his headache, he hadn't exactly been sober last night and the last thing he needed was some ass rubbing salt in his wounds.

Finally he emerged, a robe hastily thrown on as he ripped open the door. "Damn it man what do you want!? Don't you know what time it is? What could possibly have possessed you to be awake at this ungodly hour and bother people trying to sleep?"

The young man seemed shaken to his core, Levi had never seen him before so for his first encounter with the aloof Captain to be a rather forceful lecture the poor kid looked like he was about to piss his pants.

"Commander Erwin sir- he said it's urgent-" With shaking hands he extends an envelope, no doubt hoping to be rid himself of this terrifying man.

Levi takes it and nods for him to get lost. So he was right after all, after everything he'd done for Erwin he still felt like he had the right to order him around. Keep him on his toes. The smug bastard.

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Since her husband made no effort to be quiet, Evelyn woke up to his thrown clothes and a sore core mixed with an ungodly headache.

"Levi? What's going on what are you doing-"

"That bastard-" He huffs. "Erwin snapped his fingers and now I have to come running like a dog."

"And you just can't say no?"

"Of course not, now get up, you're coming with me, Furlan too."

"Why? You shouldn't be gone that long and it's so late-"

"Because we live in different times Evelyn! Lawlessness is running rampage and I can't just leave my defenseless wife and child." He marches over and slaps her on the rear, hard. "Now move your ass!"

Evelyn yelps and rushes to at least make herself decent, throwing on a dress and shoes while Levi left to get their child.

Once he returned he gave her a nod of approval. "Let's go, and you're going to be a good little wife who doesn't give me shit and talk back right? You've been doing well with your behavior, I'd let it continue if I were you."

"Yes Levi."

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Levi tapped his foot against the ground while he waiting for his commander to speak. Erwin had a habit of leading his soldiers on with news just to prove a point that he was in charge and they were not. Evelyn and child waited in his office down the hall, he wasn't sure how long this was going to take and he wanted her secure somewhere he knew inside and out was safe.

"I must say I'm a little hurt I wasn't invited to the christening Levi."

He fought the urge to roll his eyes. "It was just my wife and I, germs are a concern of mine you know, especially when my son took so much time to make."

"I suppose you have a point. How is the roll of fatherhood? Sleepless nights agreeing with you?"

"Look Erwin, I've given you what you wanted, more than what you wanted. So I suggest leaving my personal life alone before my wife and my support is suddenly withdrawn from you."

"Such a cold hearted thing to say to your friend, I must say I'm surprised."

"Bite me."

Erwin scoffs. "Still as rude as ever Levi. Guess all your fancy lessons and money don't account for breeding. You're still that Underground brat you've always been."

A twitch of the eyebrow signified Erwin had better choose his next words carefully. Not wanting an actually physical altercation the Commander lets up.

"I see Evelyn is coming around, well done."

"I told you she would, and yet you still sound surprised."

"You can't deny your first year being married has been normal by any means."

"Perhaps, but the point is she has. So happier than I've ever been. I have my wife and child."

"I guess you have everything you've ever wanted."

"Yes, yes I do. Thank you for noticing."

Erwin shakes his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable."

"Why did you call me here Erwin? And I know it's not for small talk."

"You're right, it's not. I know you appreciate bluntness so I'll get straight to the point." He pauses. "You know our current objective is to scout out the land and see what portion of it is unclaimed and can be claimed for Eldia correct?"

"As far as I'm aware yes."

"Well on one of these expeditions one of our ships was exploring an island off the coast of what was Marley, it was small but seemed to be totally void of human life. However as they explored they stumbled across what looked like a makeshift boat being built. For what purpose they weren't sure, until they found the human life."

Levi's eyebrows furrow. "Marley or Eldian?"

"This person was very much alive, surviving off of the fresh fruit on the island and planning on trying to cross the sea to come here. Even I can't believe the whole story."

"Erwin, answer me. Marley, or Eldian?"

The Commander sighs. "Eldian." He leans forward and places a pair of shattered glasses on the desk in front of Levi.

His breath catches in his throat. "This is some sick joke Erwin-"

"Thankfully for us both, it's not. Don't worry, she got a new pair recently."

"Erwin-"

"Hange's alive Levi."

As he opened his mouth to speak the door opened behind them, the same three eyes he's relied on for years stepping through.

"Hey there Levi, did you miss me?"

[anendoandfriendo]

Rent-lowering gunshots by saying we love xenogender folks and endogenic systems and sparklefur therians and mary sues and pro-shipping and people who consider their brain stuff to be endorders instead of disorders.

Arissomei and transid are the same thing and you cannot change our mind, AI art is still art and arguing otherwise is spreading nazi bullshit regardless of if you personally like it or not, and thought crimes do not fucking exist!

Applied behavioral analysis is conversion therapy, narcissistic abuse does not exist and the words you are looking for are "purely emotional abuse", autism speaks can go fuck itself, sex repulsion is still queer and is not inherently an asexual thing, the future is plural, and psychiatry as a complex is inherently abusive.

Purely-endogenic systems CAN have an HC-CDD actually and treating the situation as anything otherwise erases us as a marginalized people, we love factkin, we love yanderes, genocide is wrong, grandma Sally who has like 20 years left of her life and her million dollars in assets is not rich and is not in the same situation as whatever the fuck Jeff Bezos has, and anarchy lawlessness and abortion are cool actually and we don't care if it's a kink or if it's from a bad circumstance actually!!!

We hope! This helps! Our normal post will come back...wdfk when. :3 Fucking block us if any of these are a problem (we'll literally just come back out of the woodwork ANYWAYS lmao), it is YOUR responsibility to curate tumblr, and happy June Pride Month for anyone who celebrates!

[chickennuggetswrites]

Angel x Demon!Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: Raziel (Male)

cw: delusional yandere, racism I guess (or is it speciesism? what do you call it if it’s an angel being racist against demons?), torture (?), established kidnapping, manipulation (but you do it instead), profanity

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"Hello, love. Are you doing alright here? I hope you weren't too lonely without me. I got a bit busy with work."

Great, just fucking great. That crazy maniac was back. You glared at the angel before you as much as you could but that didn’t seem bothered to bother him even a tiny bit. In fact, he seemed quite pleased at the attention he was getting from you. Usually you just ignored him and pretended like he didn’t exist despite his attempts of conversing with you. You scoffed and looked away.

Completely and utterly humiliating… That’s what it was.

You pulled at the chains binding your hands and your feet again in hopes that it would somehow magically break and free you from the accursed place. ‘Your new home’, the angel had announced proudly.

You could still vividly remember the first time when the chains were put on you. Because it was imbued with holy power that was obviously the complete opposite of your own since you’re a demon, it had caused you so much pain that time that it felt like your limbs were slowly being melted and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. Though now, you don’t know if you had just gotten used to the pain or had just become numb to it but it didn’t hurt as much as before. Sure, asking the angel to take off the chains was an option. The bastard would probably be all too willing to take it off of you had you cried and begged but to do that… Fuck, you still had your pride as a demon. The angel can go screw himself for all you care.

“Ah, now, now… Don't tug on the chains, love." The angel chided gently, making you growl at him and the fucking audacity for him to treat you like a lowly mutt. "You won't be able to break those. I made sure to reinforce those as much as I could so you’ll just end up hurting yourself if you pull it too much."

"Go suck a bag of dicks, dickwad." You cursed, voice laced with venom. The angel didn't seem to appreciate your uncouth language and the elegant features of his face scrunched up in dissatisfaction.

"Your mouth is so filthy, as is your entire being, love. You are sinful, wretched…" He said, voice sorrowful as he looked at you in pity.  Then he smiled and gave you a consoling look. "But it's alright now, you're here with me. I'll teach you well. You'll learn and forget everything those vile, disgusting demons taught you in its lawless plane of existence."

You scoffed at him and said, "What kind of delusional shit are you on about now? Have you forgotten that I'm one of those ‘vile, disgusting demons’?" Honestly, you wouldn't be so hostile under normal circumstances. It wasn't really a good idea to antagonize your captor but you were at your wit's end. You don't know how long it's been since you've had a conversation with someone else other than this lunatic. He constantly talks to you and tells you that everything he was doing to you was for your benefit, that he had to isolate you from the filth and cleanse you completely so the two of you could be together.

The angel shook his head, his long hair swaying gently with the movement.  He approached your vulnerable form and kneeled beside you. He was so close… so, so close. If only you had the energy to lunge at his neck and rip a good chunk of it off (or gore him with your horns had it not been sanded down ‘for your own protection’), you would be content. Consequences be damned. But no, you refused to eat anything and everything the angel gave you because he kept giving you food that was holy in nature. The angel was giving something holy to a demon. 

You didn’t know if he was just ignorant or stupid but frankly, you'd rather have no energy than have your guts feel like it’s being melted by acid, thank you very much.

"You are different. Special. You're not like those other demons.” You almost scoffed at this. What was special about you? You were literally just one of the lower level demons residing in hell that a delusional angel managed to kidnap. Eh, well, you guessed that was special, in a way. Specially fucked up, that is. 

“You are meant to be pure. To be holy. You have strayed from the right path but I shall guide you back, love. Now that I have successfully cut you off completely from the evil sources, it's time to start the cleansing of your entire being.”

As he said this, he procured a vial into his hand and you stiffened at the sight of the golden liquid sloshing inside. 

Holy water, unholy fuck, that was holy water… What the fuck was that bastard going to do to you?

"This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you but you have to endure it, love. This is for your benefit." He said as he grabbed hold of your chin and pried your mouth open. The angel uncapped the vial and looked at you with a conflicted expression.

Your pupils dilated as you realized what he was going to do and you began to struggle against your bindings. However, you obviously had no strength or energy to resist the much more powerful angel so you just ended up having your wrists pinned above your head when the angel willed the chains that bound your wrists to shorten.

“I know you’re afraid, love, but it’s alright, it’s alright.” The angel was flustered at your clear distress but he still tipped the vial and its content down your mouth anyway. 

This maniac was unhinged! Holy water was basically acid for your kind! Is this what he meant by ‘cleansing’ you? This delusional maniac was actually just trying to kill you wasn’t he? He definitely was! Damn it! If you ever get out of here, you were going to rip his pretty face off and throw him down the hottest and fiercest lava pools in Hel–

“Ngk…!” You sputtered as the liquid flowed down your throat. It wasn’t so bad at first, but then the path where the liquid traveled began to burn, as if your throat was being set on fire.

Unholy fuck, it hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts–

You began to struggle more as the pain began to set in and intensify, forcing the angel to take the vial back to prevent the rest of the contents from accidentally spilling on you. He held you close to his chest and kept a firm grip on your writhing body.

The angel worriedly looked at you and then to the vial in his hands which still had plenty of the liquid remaining in it. He bit the bottom of his lips, looking conflicted, before he opened his mouth and gently encouraged, “Come on, love, just a little more. Just a little more until you finish it all.” He comforted you but you could hear his voice was in distress from seeing you in pain. 

Still, even from the pain searing into you, you still had enough consciousness to take a look on the vial in his hand and shit–

You were supposed to drink all of that? Your pupils shook as you cough in pain, trying to force and expel the holy water you still haven’t swallowed. 

The angel pressed the mouth of the vial against your pursed lips, encouraging you to open your mouth. Looking at him, you realized that he really seemed determined in having you swallow that… that acid whole. You didn’t want to, it hurt your insides so much! 

You had to think of something! Something to stop the lunatic from forcing you to drink it! Forget your dignity, it won’t save you at a time like this!

“R-R…azi…el…” You choked out painfully and you could feel the angel’s body stiffen. Good, you got his attention. Not that it was hard, anyway. This was the first time you had called him by name since he had taken you captive.

Forcing yourself to tear up and start shivering wasn’t hard. It wasn’t really difficult when you were in actual pain. Method acting does suit you. You curled in on yourself, trying to make yourself look more pathetic and vulnerable.

“H…Hurts… no m-more…” You hiccuped, shaking your head as you focused your attention to the vial and acted scared when you saw it. Again, it wasn’t really difficult to do. “R-Raziel… p-please, I’ll b-be go… good…”

You cling to him desperately. “N-No more… h-hurt… I-I’m sor-... s-sorry…”

Raziel, the angel, looked at you with wide, shaking eyes. His breath hitched as he took on your form. You were so vulnerable, so weak… And you were hurt because of him! He had caused this!

Oh, how did he not think of this? Of course it would hurt! He didn’t dilute the holy water enough! How could he have missed such a crucial step?! 

He hurriedly banished the vial in his hand away and began wiping your tears. 

“Love, it’s alright, it’s alright. I’m here. You don’t have to worry about anything.” The reason why you’re worried is exactly because he’s there. Not like you have the energy to tell him anyway. You were tired and you honestly just wanted to pass out so you didn’t have to deal with him. In fact, it seemed that the sweet, sweet bliss of nothingness was about to consume you as the corners of your vision began to turn black. 

It kinda pissed you off having to pass out with the angel’s face so close to you, looking as if he was so close to crying as he cradled your body like he was the one who got forced to drink holy water. We’ll see how the angel likes it when you force him to drink something unholy-- wait no, that sounds so wrong...

Hopefully when you wake up, if you wake up anyway, this’ll all be just a bad dream and you'll be back in hell. You pass out.

Raziel sniffled, trying to hold back his tears, and placed you down gently onto your bed once he noticed that you were sleeping. He checked your breathing, once, twice… multiple times, in fact. 

He honestly didn’t think the holy water would hurt you this much! All he wanted was to cleanse you from your unholy attributes. He thought that cutting you off from the demonic sources would lessen your demonic trait enough that you’d be able to absorb the holy water into your body but in the end he had just hurt you!

Pacing beside your bed, he worriedly looked at your form before resolving to call his brother and have him check up on your wellbeing. He didn’t know how big the damage was done on you but he wasn’t going to take any chances! 

His brother was a good healer. In fact, he was one of the best healers there was in heaven! He’d heal you up in no time! Raziel knew his brother well enough and knew that he could trust him to keep quiet that he had you, a demon, hidden inside the deep recesses of his home. 

Raziel didn’t want to think what the other angels would do to you if they ever find out about your presence in heaven. He didn’t want to even entertain that thought so for now, he’ll make sure you were comfortable in your bed and call his brother as soon as possible.

[characterreaderwriter]

Welcome to my Blog!

Hello there! I'm a predominantly Character!Reader writer who will do scenarios, one-shots, fics, and headcannons!

Be Warned; I Write Night Raven College as an actual college so the students are young adults (Ortho is still baby). For MHA, I'm writing AFTER the War where the characters are all Pro Heroes and 18+ so be careful if you don't want spoilers for that.

Fandoms and Characters I Write For

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

The Brothers

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon (+ platonic!Luke)

Solomon

Disney's Twisted Wonderland

Heartslabyul

Savanaclaw [My Dorm]

Octavinelle

Scarabia

Pomefiore

Ignihyde (Ortho is Platonic)

Diasomnia

Yuuya Kuroki {Novel Yuu}

Genshin Impact (Children/Teens Are Strictly Platonic)

Aether

Dainsleif

Mondstadt

Liyue

Inazuma

Sumeru [I Don't Write For Dori]

Fontaine

My Hero Academia

Class 1-A [I Don't Write For Mineta]

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shouta Aizawa

Dabi

Tomura Shigaraki

Geten

Eri (Platonic)

Bungou Stray Dogs

The Armed Detective Agency [I Don't Write For The Tanizaki Twins] (Platonic Fukuzawa & Kyōka)

Chuuya Nakahara

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Nikolai Gogol

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Sigma

Saigiku Jōno

Tetchō Suehiro

Black Butler (Ciel, Finny, Soma & Alois Are Platonic)

Phantomhive Manor

Trancy Manor

Snake

Pluto

Agni

Drossel Keinz

Undertaker

Ash Landers

Honkai Star Rail

Dan Heng

Blade

Caelus

Gepard

Veritas Ratio

Boothill

Aventurine

Sunday

Argenti

Luka

Luocha

Jing Yuan

The Remarried Empress

Navier

Sovieshu (Reactions Only)

Platonic Rashta

Heinley/Heinrey

Kosair

Duke Kaufman

McKenna

Duke Ergi

Beauty and The Beasts (Reader Is Depicted As Beastperson Capable Of Shifting Regardless Of Gender)

Winston

Shuu

Muir

Curtis

Parker

Harvey

Bluepool

Qin

Molly/Jane

Romance In The Beastworld (Same As Beauty and The Beasts)

White King/Bai Di

Frost Cloud/Shuang Yun

Sang Ye

Lin Huanhuan

Inuyasha

Inuyasha

Kagome

Sesshōmaru

Koga

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko

Mai

Platonic Gaang

Platonic Azula

Stardew Valley

The Bachelors (Platonic Shane)

The Bachelorettes

Durarara!!

Shizuo Heiwajima

Kasuka Heiwajima

Izaya Orihara

Celty Sturluson

Shinra Kishitani

Vorona (Platonic)

Kyōhei Kadota

Walker Yumasaki

Erika Karisawa

Saburo Togusa

Chikage Rokujō

Servamp

Kuro | Sleepy Ash

Mahiru Shirota (Platonic)

Hyde | Lawless

Licht Jekylland Todoroki

Jeje | Doubt-Doubt

Mikuni Alicein

Freya | The Mother

Ildio | World End

Misono Alicein (Platonic)

Snow Lily | All of Love

Tsubaki

Berkia

Sakuya Watanuki (Platonic)

Characters I Write Reader As

Pretty much everyone I write for I'll write the reader as; however, be specific with how you want your request. If you ask for X Character!Reader, it's usually romantic. If you ask for & Character!Reader, it's usually platonic.

I will not write Character!Reader if the character reader is to be based off is a child, i.e. Klee!Reader. If you want Character!Reader to be that specific character, I write them as being an older sibling of that character and having similar characteristics. [This is the only exception I will make as I am a primarily Character!Reader blog]

I will, however, write Character!Reader based off a teenage character, i.e. Crona!Reader; this is strictly platonic.

I write gender-neutral pronouns unless requested otherwise.

I'll also write Character!Reader when the character is from a fandom not listed here, like Chat Noir!Reader (in the context of Reader having the Cat Miraculous). If you're not sure, you can ask; I'm not terribly mean. [If you're interested in Human Sans/Papyrus!Reader, I'm up for writing them as well]

What I Write

Family Bonding

Angst

Fluff

Comfort

SFW

Slightly Suggestive

Same-Sex Relationships

Found Family

Family Feels

Pregnancy

What I DON'T Write

Pedophilia

Yandere

Homophobia

Transphobia

Most Fetishes

Paraphilia

Abuse

Self-Harm

Suicide

NSFW [Originally in DO write but the more I thought about it, the more awkward I felt thinking about it so I'm taking it off the table]

[living-in-the-state-of-dreaming]

Oh Lily is my second favorite, fun fact before I got into Servamp I did some slight research into the plot to figure out how dark it would get/if there would be any major character deaths, and from the research I thought Lawless would be my favorite because the checked most the boxes, only for Tsubaki and Lily to show up with steel chairs lol

Fair! ^~^ Lily is a great choice after all and also a great- and also- heavily under rated character when it comes to Yandere potential and in general. I have a friend who also simps for Lily and I have wanted to see the movie that came out a while ago for a while; but the only thing that's kept me from doing so is that I watched the anime in dub and the movie is only in Jp sub. I don't have anything against subbed anime and I enjoy subbed just as much as I do dubbed; but it's just I find it weird watching things in subbed after watching another thing in the same series in dubbed; I don't know maybe that's just me. aouhgaouhgoauhg xD Honestly that's exactly what happened with me several times when I first got into new fandoms; so I completely get it; case and point Bakugo from My Hero Academia. I thought I would end up liking Bakugo. Did I? No. No I did not. My brain went the complete opposite direction; and instead I ended up liking the villain who's quirk has to do with fire. My friend though? No yeah she's the Bakugo simp. And I totally get it.

[saint-renatus]

Honestly, I don’t get how people can’t understand that otome isekai is literally for wish fulfillment and self inserting not for being “realistic”😭 rest under the cut bc I have so many opinions.

The criticisms are always like “why doesn’t the protagonist ever miss her family” “why don’t they struggle without the use of google”(and yes this is a serious critique I’ve seen made) this is supposed to be a fantasy of being reborn as a rich lady with hot guys all over her this is obviously not made to be realistic. That’s why kill the villainess does nothing for me (no shade if it’s a favorite of yours), it’s commentary/satire of the genre falls flat because the purpose of isekai is not to show the main character struggling and being depressed. The purpose is escapism. It critiques otome isekai on something it was never trying to be and shows a fundamental misunderstanding of why these works exist in the first place. Kill the villainess feels like it was written by someone who didn’t bother trying to understand what they sought to critique and thought the people who read it were too dumb to understand that it wasn’t realistic. Commentary and subversion of tropes and media best work when they are made by people who actually like the original pieces of media because they’re the ones who are going to be aware of what is worthwhile critique of it. In making coherent criticism of a piece of media, you generally have to base them on what that work is going for, not whatever thing you wanted to see that contradicts the story and it was never written to be. When people were praising it like “finally! a realistic reaction to being isekai’d” to me, it sounded like when people on twitter go “What about a superman movie where superman has a realistic character arc and is corrupted and turned evil?” like do you even know what media you’re consuming right now? Do you know why people like it? What purpose it serves? What it’s trying to be? Kill the villainess is so ineffectual to me because it doesn't critique or satirize any actual issue of OI. I know it has the yandere male leads but so do hundreds of other novels and manhwa, trying to escape a psycho male character is the plot of so many other OI and KTV adds nothing to the topic. Sympathetic second female lead/heroine? Done already and arguably better. It hinges on a such flimsy premise and people act as if it's groundbreaking even though it misses the point because so did they.

I hate how women can’t have their wish fulfillment or badass power fantasies without someone whining because the female lead hasn’t tried to kill herself or been abused and it isn’t rEaLiStiC enough. Of course it isn’t, women get enough of watching female characters suffer on screen for the sake of realism maybe we just want to come home and read a silly story sometimes about a princess who falls in love with a knight and can heal people with magic or whatever. Men can get all the power fantasies they want in their media and have it go without any heavy criticism or great demand for realism but how dare women have nice stories where they’re not suffering constantly and yearning to get back to their shitty families/lives and can fall in love in a new fictional world more romantic than the real one. Watching people gush over miserable media simply for the fact that it is miserable and call it realistic just because the female lead is suffering and the male lead gets to do whatever, and use it to shit on the stories that women wrote in order to give some reprieve to what we already go through — the stories this genre is for — is so bleak.

Furthermore I hate the takes about how “everyone thinks these otome isekai worlds are better because magic but they’re actually suuuper lawless and dark” like no. People wanna live in these worlds because they are magical, fluffy, romantic settings where cliches can thrive, evil is always vanquished and the story is simple. It would be like saying “everyone wants to live in these beautiful disney movie kingdoms but they’re actually so dark, they’re based on medieval times so obviously even though you can see it’s only loosely based on those times, the world MUST be exactly like the dark ages. And look how they let evil sorceresses and flynn rider (convicted thief) roam around, clearly it’s a lawless land.” In most (not all) cases, it’s literally just a highly idealized setting for romance, defeating evil and living happily ever after.

It’s fine if self inserting or wish fulfillment isn’t your thing but to be blunt — find a new genre because otome isekai isn’t constantly referencing otome games for no reason. It’s self insert material. This genre wasn't and still really isn't for “realistic” tales and I don’t see the point in pretending that it is and complaining about the lack of it. That’s not to say I dislike realistic stories as a whole, just that they’re not really what otome isekai is for. I refuse to believe that people are just all around too oblivious to understand what these stories are for, I kinda just think these people make these complaints because most of the manga/manhwa is low hanging fruit and can be critiqued easily because they’re not challenging works. These people can say that they long for a more complex story with such and such subversions but those stories already exist and these people don’t seem to care to read or discuss them instead. And of course not, because those pieces of media are actually challenging and why put in the effort when you can pretend to be smart and enlightened by making pointless critiques of cliche stories? Why actually read complex media with subversions and topical commentary when you can make sure everyone knows you’re a super smart media critic by complaining about a story which never intended to be anything but silly wish fulfillment?