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Red Snow - Platonic Yandere Mud Dogs x GN Reader

A/N: Happy spooky month, everyone!! This is the first of two stories I'm going to release for October. They're based off of horror/thriller media, and credit to @yandere-toons for the inspiration of merging a horror movie with a yandere scenario with their Invader Zim story!

This story is based off of the film "No Exit", and even though the protag in the film and this share the same name, they aren't the same, that's a just a coincidence.

Try to guess what the second story is based off of! Here's a hint: It most likely served as inspiration for a nordic horror game that's getting a third installment in 2024!!

If anyone wants to draw fanart based off of this story or take any sort of inspiration based off of it, please feel free!! I'd be happy to see anything you make!

Her: You better not be writing a 6000+ fanfic for characters who only had 5 minutes of screentime when I get there!

Me:

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Warning: This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and not meant to romanticize or encourage any of the behaviors found in it.

TW: a gun, blood, kidnapping, restraints, semi infantilizism, being struck, hinted fear mongering, slight gore, death, this is strictly platonic

Word Count: 6246

Summary: Darby is stranded at a rest stop in a snowstorm with 5 complete strangers when they unveil a chilling discovery.

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Darby wrapped their hands around the mug of coffee, warming their hands up through their fur. They sighed in relief as they began to feel their fingers again, the snow melting.

A snowstorm raged outside, beating against the windows of the rest stop and coating them with layer after layer of dull frost. Looking around, Darby swallowed hard as they took a nervous glance at the people they would be sharing the rest stop with for the foreseeable future. Three other yōkai shared the table in the center of the room with them, with a fourth napping in the corner of the room, and another making himself a cup of coffee. Their hand instinctively drifted to the pocket on their jeans, attempting to soothe their nerves by rubbing the denim-covered contents. The air was thick and hard to breathe in, not with Darby’s nerves.

“What’s your name, kid?”

The cat yōkai jolted, yanking their hand away from their pocket and staring at the bat yōkai from across the table. “Sorry?” They breathed out, trying to regain the air in their lungs.

“I said, what’s your name?”

“Oh! Oh. Darby, sorry…”

“Nothing to apologize for,” the bat said, reaching up and scratching his big ear, “But you’ll want to get used to me. We’ll be here for a while.

Darby swallowed again, and nodded. The bat gave a half-smile to them, and spoke again.

“I’m Rafferty, and this is my wife-”

“Juane,” the borzoi yōkai next to him butted in.

“Right, Juane,” Rafferty turned to the eel on Darby’s right and opened his mouth, but the eel beat him to it.

“I’m Mickey!” He said, cheerfully.

“Well, hello, Mickey.” Juane said, staring at him with a turned head. Mickey grinned at her, which unsettled Darby. In fact, all of the yōkai in that room freaked them out. They didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the way Juane’s eyes seemed to stare at them from behind her long snout, maybe it was Rafferty’s intimidating aura or Mickey’s freaky grin.

Everyone sat in near-silence again, the sound of the coffee maker and the snowstorm being the only companion to the yōkai’s ears. Mickey looked like he wanted to say something, but he took a glance at the rat making the coffee, and kept his mouth shut. Darby took notice of this, and an uneasy feeling burrowed into their stomach. Maybe they were overthinking it, but maybe not. Why would Mickey stop himself from talking after looking at a stranger?

Darby clutched their knees. They needed to be away from people, to clear their head. They stood up from the table, the grating sound of the chair scooting back on the hardwood making them internally wince. They half-stumbled to the bathroom, unaware of the burning stare boring into their back.

Inside the bathroom, Darby pulled out their phone to find it had no service. Even though they were expecting it, being in a rest stop in the middle of nowhere with a snowstorm raging outside, they still groaned. The thought of being completely stranded with the unsettling strangers that they had just met made them feel sick. They buried their head in their hands, taking a deep breath. Maybe they could get some service outside. They needed to get away from all of that thick air, anyways.

Darby trekked out of the bathroom, not sparing even a passing glance at the other yōkai while they walked towards the doors. They pushed the doors open, the frigid air drawing all heat from their body and bits of ice pelting their coat and nose. They didn’t mind. It was freeing. Refreshing, even. Their boots crunched against the snow as they took their phone out of the pocket of their olive green jacket, holding up like a flare in hopes of getting at least a single bar. They tramped around in the thick snow, trying not to let go of their phone by gripping as tight as they could with their quickly numbing fingers.

A metallic-sounding thud barley pierced Darby’s ears through the vociferous whistling of the storm, but they heard it, nonetheless. There was another thud, and Darby snapped their head towards the vehicle it came from, a large, dark van.

Darby lowered their phone and stumbled towards the van, glancing back at the rest stop windows. Nobody had moved or was looking at them. They jumped behind the van, standing at its back doors. One of the windows had been covered up with something, but the other one had only snow as its curtain. They wiped away the snow with their hand, and immediately jumped back.

There was a human in the van.

Your arms and shins were tightly bound together with rope, and a gag covered your mouth. You banged on the window with your arms and Darby could hear you whimper as they stumbled back in shock. Shaking off their surprise, they turned back to the window again to make sure that nobody was looking, and threw themselves to the door window.

“Hey, hey, I’m gonna get you out of here, alright? I’m gonna help you, you’re gonna be okay.”

You continued to whimper, attempting to open the van doors with your bound and mittened hands to no avail. Darby tried the doors, too. Locked.

Darby panted in fear, eyes widening when they glanced back at the window and saw a figure standing tall with their back turned. Darby practically leaped to the other side of the van, pressing their back to it and holding their hand up to their chest, feeling their heart beating fast. They didn’t want to believe that they were in this situation, that they were dreaming, or hallucinating.

Taking a deep breath, they attempted to calm their nerves. They only had to play it cool until they could get help. But who knows how long that would be? And they didn’t even know who the van even belonged to! Everyone in there was an equal suspect, and Darby didn’t even know the other two’s names! They groaned and tugged on their ears. The cat yōkai couldn’t just pull you out, but there had to be a way to help, there had to!

Darby smoothed some of the frazzled fur on their head and took another breath. It was going to be hard, but playing cool was their only option until they could deduce who the owner of the van was, or at least get one bar of service. They walked back to the rest stop, holding their phone above their head again.

They tucked it back into their pocket when they opened the doors, swallowing the lump in their throat when they saw the two other yōkai, now sitting at the table. The rat decked out in purple smiled at Darby as they walked inside with what might’ve been a warm smile if he didn’t have such an air of coldness to him. Darby tried their best to smile at him back, though it probably looked more like a grimace. They didn’t smile much, anyways.

They sat back down in their chair, taking in the sight of playing cards on the table and the scent of cheap instant coffee wafting in the air. “Well, hello,” the rat said in a friendly tone, “It looks like we have everyone here! My name’s Danny.”

He reached a hand out to Darby, and they gingerly shook it. “Darby…”

Though the ogre yōkai to the right of Danny was sitting at the table with everyone else, he didn’t make any move to speak, focusing more on the deck of cards in his hands, which he was shuffling with his thick fingers. Darby eyed him nervously. Silent and sullen-seeming, he might’ve been the type to hide a human in his van, but Darby stopped themself from making any assumptions. If there was one thing their mother taught them, it’s that one can’t judge from feeling alone. Darby knew plenty of quiet and sullen people, including themself. That didn’t mean that they had a human in their car. The snake in the grass could be any one of the people they shared the table with.

“So, where are you all headed?”

Rafferty struck up conversation again, glancing around at everyone. “I’m headed to Shimmering Isle with Juane.”

“I’m going to the Enclave. Don’t you just need a change of scenery every once in a while?” Danny said, raising his coffee cup up to his mouth.

“That’s neat, son. And where are you headed, Darby?”

Darby’s throat went dry as they opened their mouth to speak, eyes darting around the room as they tried to think up a place for them to say. They just wanted to get away from the Hidden City, they didn’t realize they would have to lie to a stranger about it.

Luckily for them, Danny spilled his coffee on Mickey, and luckily for Mickey, it was only lukewarm at that point. Still, he groaned when the dark liquid stained his bright orange t-shirt and ran down his tail. Danny apologized profusely, but it didn’t seem genuine to Darby. Maybe not to Mickey, either, as he was glaring at Danny like he had just defaced a priceless family heirloom.

Darby took advantage of the commotion and slipped inside the bathroom again, looking around for a window or a back door until they saw a big hole covered up with a piece of flimsy plywood. They grabbed a crowbar near the hole, and pried it open with some effort. They rushed back to the van and slipped the edge of the crowbar between the cracks of the passenger seat door, prying it open, too.

The cat yōkai crawled inside the car and closed the door behind them, practically diving to you. They lifted up your head gently, awkwardly petting it with their other hand in an attempt to soothe your cries and whimpers from behind your gag. “Hey, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine,” they repeated like a mantra, trying to convince themselves more than you. “My name is Darby, and I’m gonna get us out of here, okay? We’re gonna get out here.”

Darby grabbed the side of your gag, attempting to pull it off when they heard the driver’s side handle jiggling, whoever was attempting to open it was having a hard time. Darby’s eyes widened, and their eyes darted around to find a hiding place. Spotting a pile of blankets in the corner right behind the driver’s seat, they slipped under it, tucking the crowbar in, pulling their legs in and internally praying that their ears didn’t stick out.

The door opened, and someone slid into the front seat. Yanking the door shut, Mickey’s voice muttered angrily.

“You could’ve just tapped me, you could’ve done ANYTHING but spill coffee on me! Man, this is totally gonna stain!”

Tears ran down your face as you craned your neck to gaze up at Mickey, curling into yourself on the floor. He heard your sniffles and looked down at you, his face now set in gentle confusion and concern instead of the death glare he sported merely a moment ago. “Oh, sorry, little pike. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, “It’s just- Danny can be such an a-” Mickey cut himself off, taking a deep, shaky breath. “Danny can be very mean… sometimes.”

He said this through gritted teeth, as though it was physically painful for him to talk in the way one would to a kindergartener. He ran his arm over the fin on the top of his head, closing his eyes. “Oh, yeah!” He exclaimed, opening his eyes again, “I’m supposed to be checking on you. Are you okay?” He took notice of your puffy eyes and shaky breaths, “You don’t look so good-”

MIckey halted his sentence, his eyes widening as he looked at the uncovered back window and the piece of cardboard near your feet, “What the hell?! Did you do that?!” He pulled himself into the back, scrambling towards the door. He snatched the cardboard up from the floor and put it back on the window before turning back around to you. “We told you not to touch the windows!”

You started to sob again, eyes shutting tightly as you curled up into yourself. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t cry. You’re gonna be okay.” Mickey switched back to his gentle tone, petting your head with his arm, “Trust me, things’ll get a lot better when we get to Jadetown.” He said this while using his other arm to reach into one of the many boxes in the van, pulling out a shirt exactly like the one he was wearing, except that it didn’t have a coffee stain on it. He pulled off his black coat, inspecting the stormy fur that lined the hood to see if there was any trace of coffee on it, and set it aside to change his shirt.

After Mickey pulled his coat back on, he grinned at you and petted your head again. “I have to go back inside now, people’ll think I’ve died, haha!” He clambered back into the driver's seat and got out of the van. He slithered towards the rest stop again, pulling his jacket closer around him. Mickey wasn’t paying attention to the world in front of him, as always, so it was a surprise when he bumped into the chest of Leonard, with Danny behind him. If looks could kill, the ogre yōkai would have a bigger body count than he already had, but it wasn’t directed at Mickey, no, he was glaring at their van. The eel looked back at him and the van, confused.

“What is it, Len?” Mickey asked, “Is there a scratch on the paint, or-”

“No, there isn’t a scratch!” Leonard snarled, “Where’s the cat?”

Mickey looked back to the van, eyes shooting towards the bootprints leading towards its back door.

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Once they were sure that Mickey was back inside, Darby slipped out of it again, and rushed over to you again. This time, they were able to take off your gag, and you coughed and cried and took shaky, deep breaths as though your head had just been let up out of a bucket of water. Darby lifted your head up, wrapping an arm around your back in support.

“What did he mean by ‘we’? Are there other people with him?”

You let out another sob, “Yes, yes, yes- Please, please help me…” You spoke incoherently after you has answered Darby’s question, but their blood ran cold as they looked up and saw three figures standing outside of the rest stop door, their stares rapt on the van. Darby’s fur stood up on end, and after they stumbled back, tipping a few boxes over mistakenly, they pulled open the back door and fell into the snow. They scrambled into the surrounding forest, hoping to loop back while your kidnappers were distracted.

You felt the hope that you would be saved disappear with Darby into the trees, tears flowing from your eyes and down your face in grief for your potential freedom. The harsh wind from the open door felt bitterly cold. The sliding door on the side of the van was yanked open by Leonard, who looked at the open back door and the objects littered around the van from Darby’s getaway. He seethed in anger, clenching his fist. “Mickey, come with me. Danny, stay here.” As he and Mickey ran off after the cat yōkai who could ruin everything for them, Danny got into the back of the van and closed all the doors. After he re-fastened the gag around your mouth, he pet your cheek and smiled.

Darby stumbled through the trees, pushing branches out of their way and trying not to trip over roots and rocks hidden under the heavy snow. They heard shouting behind them, along with the faint sound of a pair of footsteps that weren’t their own and what sounded like something being dragged across the snow.

The farther they ran, the harder it was for them to keep their balance. They nearly slipped with every step, but they refused to let themself give up. If those criminals caught them, they would be as good as dead. Darby started to practically climb up the hill, seeing the distant light from the rest stop glowing above their head. The running and shouting was getting closer, “Get back here! You’ll ruin everything!”

They ignored every word the ogre and the eel shouted at them, only focused on their goal; get back to the stop and tell Rafferty and Juane what was going on. That was the only way they would have even a sliver of a chance saving you. The light grew brighter, they were almost there! But anything that seems too good to be true usually is, for the moment they caught a glimpse of the roof, Danny jumped in front of them from seemingly nowhere, making them stumble back.

The back of their boot snagged on a root hidden deep beneath the glimmering snow, but instead of falling back on the hill and landing upside-down, they started to roll down the hill, getting face-full after face-full of dirt, leaves, and snow. Leonard reached out to grab them, but they knocked him over so that he started to roll, too.

Darby and Leonard hit a tree, hard. It knocked the wind out of Darby’s lungs, but Leonard was able to recover faster. Darby opened their swirling eyes and saw a gun slipping out of the inside pocket of Leonard’s jacket as he was reaching out for them. Just as it fell out, they shot their hand out and gripped it like their life depended on it, which it did.

Quickly regaining their senses, Darby pushed themself back with their feet, taking advantage of Leonard’s shock to stand up and point the gun in front of them, shifting its aim between Danny, Mickey, and Leonard, who had stood up and was closing in on them with the other two.

“Come on, kid,” Danny said, “We don’t want trouble. Hand over the gun and keep your mouth shut, and nothing bad will happen to you.”

“I’m not an idiot, don’t lie to me!” Darby said, voice raised, “Stay away, or I’ll shoot you. I’ll do it!”

Danny honed in on the way they were holding the gun, and scoffed internally. They didn’t know how to use that thing. If he were to run out and grab it, he would’ve been able to push them into the stream aways down before they figured out where the trigger was.

“No, you won’t. Come on, we want to get out of here just as much as you do.”

“I bet you do. Why do you have a human?”

“It’s impolite to ask about other people’s business, dear,” he condescended, taking tiny steps forwards.

“It’s everyone’s business if you have it tied up!”

“You don’t know anything!” Leonard yelled, making Darby jump.

The moment the cat's eyes flitted away from him, Danny lunged at them. The two struggled with the gun for a few seconds before it fired into the snow, startling everyone. Darby pushed the rat off of them and made a mad dash towards the top, going as twice as fast as they had before. Crashing footsteps sounded through the forest, but this time, only in the forest. There was no fourth accomplice waiting to grab them at the stop, so they made it safely into the rest stop again, slamming the glass doors behind them. Rafferty and Juane stared at them, apt confusion on both of their faces.

“What’s wrong, Darby? What’s going on?”

The cat was out of breath, holding their hand up to their chest and wheezing. “Dan, Mick, Leonard-”

“What about them-” Rafferty began to inquire, but cut himself off at the sight of the aforementioned yōkai nearing the door, each with a menacing look and a weapon in their hand. Darby turned to face them and wondered, did they get the other two from the truck? They probably did, Darby thought, but shook their head. It wasn’t important where they got the weapons when they were closing in like a kettle of vultures to roadkill.

“What are they doing, Darby?” Juane asked, holding on to her husband's arm as they backed up out of their seats.

“They have a human tied up in their van, and they know I know it.”

The two elder yōkai gasped, holding on to each other tighter. “What are we going to do?” Juane asked, “I haven’t fought since-”

“No, no. Go hide.” Darby interrupted, “I started this. I’ll finish it.”

Rafferty and Juane looked at each other for a moment, then nodded. Darby continued to stare down the approaching criminals as the sound of swift footsteps faded behind them. Each of them had a murderous look on their face.

As they got closer and closer, Darby realized something. They had no weapon of their own. They left the crowbar in the van, and even if they did have it, they were facing three yōkai that had probably killed before. Darby never once won a schoolyard fight, what made them think they could take on three criminals? They backed up as they thought of the foolishness of their plan, mentally berating themself for their impulsiveness.

This was all their fault. They were going to be murdered, then Rafferty and Juane would probably be found and face the same fate. Then you would get carted off to who-knows-where and be subjected to who-knows-what. For the first time in months, tears welled up in Darby’s eyes as they stumbled backwards and hit the wall.

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You squirmed across the floor towards the pile of blankets in the corner that Darby had taken refuge under. None of your captors has time to search the van. You shoved your bound arms under the blanket, feeling up and down until your hands hit the cold piece of metal. You grabbed it, and tried to tug on the knot of your ropes with the end of it as hard you could.

Minutes passed with barely any results, and you were about to give up when you felt the grip the ropes had on your arms loosen. Your soul rose and flew, and you continued to tug until they had slipped off. You pushed yourself up and started to practically throw every restraint off, cradling yourself once you threw the ropes and the gag far away from you.

The only thing you wanted to do was curl up and cry, but you had already done enough of that the past few days. You had to get out of here, maybe Darby was still alive. Maybe they were still around. Probably not, you thought to yourself. If they were fast, the Mud Dogs were faster. The last time you had tried to run, they had caught you in under a minute. But maybe there were still other people who could help you. You had been drilled countless times about how no other yōkai would like humans as much, but this could be your last chance. If they had made it to Jadetown, who knows when you would be allowed outside again? They did say they had to lay low for a while, you heard them arguing about it.

Shaking off your fears, you crawled into the driver's seat and opened the door, falling face-first into the snow. You stood on your wobbly legs and stumbled to the hood of the truck, where you saw the wide-open doors of the building your captors were in, and a bullet going into your would-be savior's head. Blood and flesh splattered all over the dark wood of the walls, and you suppressed a scream.

You fell backwards into the snow, putting a hand over your mouth and scooting away. You couldn’t find the strength to stand up. You took a glance around the parking lot. There were definitely more than two cars, but who did they belong to? You couldn’t see or hear anyone else in the building. You didn’t think they were dead. You would’ve heard screaming or a gunshot or-

You broke yourself out of your thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that. You needed to get away. If one of them turned around, your freedom would come to an end. No, you had to get into the woods. At least you could be a little concealed there. Then you could figure out what to do.

With newfound confidence and adrenaline, you made yourself stand up again. You glanced around, and saw the entrance to a hiking trail 30 yards away from you. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you stumbled to the trail, heading into more darkness.

~

The Mud Dogs walked out of the bathroom, having killed the other two yōkai that were in there and washing the blood off of their faces and hands. Leonard smoothed his hair, closing his eyes and taking a breath. It had been a long night. First, the storm. Then Darby came along. He growled at the thought of them, trying to hold himself back from kicking their body. This was all their fault. They had to lay low, and the cat almost ruined everything. He sighed. There was no use hanging up on it.

“Why is the van door open?”

Leonard and Danny snapped up at Mickey’s question, honing in on the parking lot. He was right, it was open. Tiny footsteps led to the side, going off into the forest. Leonard froze. You didn’t.

You did.

When the Mud Dogs ran out and opened the van, you were nowhere to be found. Your restraints were on the floor with a crowbar. Leonard barely bit back his scream of anger. All of the trouble they went through tonight, and now you had run off into the snowy woods without proper clothes and you were going to freeze to death if they didn’t find you on time. Just wonderful.

The three ran after your footsteps into the woods, Leonard ordering Mickey to go right after it had gotten too dark to see the forest floor. Leonard and Danny tramped forwards, pushing branches aside and keeping their ears open for any noises over the snowstorm. Danny groaned internally. Out of all the things to forget back in the Hidden City, why did it have to be the flashlight?

“Dollface! Come back!” Danny shouted, his voice echoing off the trees.

“There’s no use in yelling, Danny. They’re not going to come to us no matter how cold they are.”

“Well, at least I’m trying.” Danny mumbled, feeling his feet numb through his boots, “Maybe Mickey found them…”

“He would’ve yelled for us. Go left, I’ll keep going on ahead. They couldn't have gone far.”

You dragged your numb feet through the deep snow, trying to stay awake. The snow had soaked through your socks, which were worse-for-wear. You tried to keep yourself optimistic in spite of your numb hands and feet and exhausted mind and body. All you needed to do was make it to a road, or a house, or someone who wasn’t a criminal. That was all you…

You fell to your knees, throwing your hands in front of you to stop your nose from hitting the ground. You could barely hold yourself up, your arms shaking from weakness and the cold. Snow and ice whipped at your face, making you somehow sting and feel numb at the same time. Your attempts to push yourself up were in vain, as you fell into the snow the moment you lifted your arms. You could only turn your head to the side to avoid suffocating in the snow, and nothing else. Your thoughts felt foggy and the snow twisted to swirls in your vision. You were so cold. So tired. You just wanted to go home.

~

Danny called out your name, his ears twitching for any sort of answer or noise. Along with his insane worry, he also held anger at you. How could you do this to them? Why didn’t you just stay put?

“Hey, I found them!”

Mickey’s shout rang throughout the woods, and Danny ran towards the sound of his voice. Leonard was already there, kneeling towards your unconscious body and hoisting you off of the ground, feeling your pulse.

“Are they alive?” Danny asked, feeling his heart sink to his stomach.

“Yeah, they are, but they’re freezing. Let’s get them by that heater.”

They sped off towards the rest stop, Leonard carrying you in his arms. They reached the indoors, Mickey closing the doors behind them after he had retrieved a few lengths of rope from the van. Leonard pulled a chair in front of the heater on the left side of the room, setting you down in it. Mickey tied your arms and legs to the chair’s own limbs, making sure to tighten them to the point where you were sure to have bruises on your skin if you struggled.

Leonard cast off his jacket and threw it over you, making sure that your practically frozen fingers and feet still faced the heater. As mad as he was at you, he wouldn’t go so far as to cause body parts to fall off. He sank into a chair, leaning back and closing his eyes. It had been a long night. They just needed to sit for a while.

Danny clenched his hands around his chair, his sharp nails digging into the wood. They needed to keep you on a tighter leash. Look what you did the moment they took their eyes off of you. It was all the cat's fault. You had already gotten worked up, all antsy inside the van. Their little intervention didn’t do you any favors. Danny steeled himself. They learned something from this. You were going to learn something from this. It had been about a month since they had taken you in, and you still didn’t realize how much they cared for you. He gripped the seat in anger again. Ungrateful brat.

Mickey was grabbing random objects on the other side of the room to electrocute until they were either crispy or ash, the smell of burning filling the room. He threw his debris to the side before continuing on something else. Leonard turned his head towards his teal cohort. “Mickey! Stop that!”

Mickey gave him a death stare, but ceased his violence towards inanimate objects. He slithered over to a chair and crossed his arms, like a kid who was forced to go to their siblings piano recital.

Leonard rubbed his face with his hands. They still needed to take care of you, even if you had run off. What was the point in saving you if they didn’t take care of you afterwards? And besides, the last thing they needed was for you to get sick. Danny was the only one who really knew how to care of a sick person, and he would be fuming at you for a few days, at the very least.

He walked to the counter, taking a TV dinner and shoving it into the microwave. Once it was done, he took it out and walked over to you, pulling up a chair and sitting across from you. He grabbed your shoulder and shook you until your bleary eyes opened to a sliver.

The light was blinding after being stuck in a dark van for so long. You closed them again, but Leonard shook you again.

“Wake up,” He said.

Your entire body felt hot and cold at the same time, truly punctuating your discomfort. You were shivering and your head hurt something awful. Leonard poked a spoon against your lips. “Eat.”

You had refused to eat early in your captivity. It didn’t go well. The thought of having food shoved down your throat made you want to gag, so you opened your mouth and ate the food you were offered. You had to admit, it made you hurt a little less, having something in your stomach. Even if it was a crappy frozen dinner.

Leonard tossed out the plastic container, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door. You could vaguely hear the sound of a sink inside.

Just as you were about to try to sleep off the pain, Danny stood up. You watched him jerk his head towards the bathroom at Mickey, and the eel got up and went in. Danny walked towards you with a purpose in his steps and eyes, and he didn’t stop until he was right in front of you.

“How could you?” He almost whispered, the rage in his eyes apparent. “After everything we’ve done for you, how well we treat you, you still run from us?” He said, his voice raising, “What, do you think we’re not good enough, huh?”

Danny clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes at you. “You selfish, ungrateful brat. We take such good care of you, and you just spit that goodwill back in our face.” He leaned forwards and grabbed your face, his nails digging into your cheeks. “Never do this again. Even think about it, and I’ll show you just how bad I can be.”

You started to sniffle, which turned into full-on sobbing in a matter of moments. Your cries filled Danny with even more rage. How could you be the one crying? He hadn’t even done anything that was worth spilling tears over. He gritted his teeth as his mind went blind with rage. He’d give you something to cry about.

He raised his hand, and brought it down upon your cheek.

Danny took a step back from you as your sobbing stopped for a second, and came back in full force, a bright handprint now on your cheek. A wave of guilt flashed over him, but he turned away from you so he didn’t have to look at your trembling. You deserved it, he told himself over and over.

Leonard and Mickey walk back into the room a moment later, talking in hushed voices. When he hears your crying, Leonard halts and stares at you and the blooming bruise on your cheek. His eyes widen, and Mickey looks back and forth between everyone before grinning.

“Looks like Dan got to them first,” He said, and strolled back to his seat. Leonard turned his gaze on Danny’s back with clenched fists and a twitching eye. “What were you thinking?!” He snaps, “They’re already all cold and roughed up, what if you broke them?!”

Danny scoffs, his gaze focused on the wall and all the guilt seeming to wash away from him. “Oh, please. They’re not made of glass. They deserved it.”

Leonard took a deep breath. “We’ve all had a long night. Don’t make it even longer.”

Danny didn’t respond. Leonard resisted the urge to yell at him. As much as he wanted to, he had to make sure that Danny didn’t do lasting damage. He grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and approached you, pulling up a chair.

He held your chin up with one hand and held the ice pack up to your bruising cheek with the other. By then, your sobbing had turned to quiet hiccups and sniffles, and you were merely shivering instead of shaking like a leaf. Leonard didn’t show it, but concern rose in his chest. You ran, and that deserved consequences, but you were only a human. A tiny human, at that, weak and fragile. He had heard the stories. Humans could die if they went to bed wrong. Unfortunately, his cohorts didn’t know that, if he wasn’t there to stop them, they would’ve already broken you, and then what?

He sighed and looked at you. You diverted your gaze away from him as much as you could with his grip on your face. “Hey,” He almost whispered, “I’ll tell Danny to leave you alone, but if you run again, I might not be able to stop him.”

You finally faced him as he let go of your chin, and nodded. Your cheek flared in pain as it rubbed against the ice pack.

~

The Mud Dogs loaded into their van again, the approaching dawn apparent. Fresh ropes bound your arms and legs, although the gag wasn’t as tight as to not hurt your cheek. Mickey sat next to you, leaning against the wall. When you looked into the gloomy skies of the yōkai world through your glimpses of the windshield, you imagined the sun shining on your face

~

Taglist: @yanteetle @oleander-nin

[yanteetle]

"Please don't let them take me..."

"Come on, you don't wanna see anything bad happen to the poor thing, do ya?"

I decided to try and get back into drawing rottmnt art, and this piece was inspired by @astral--horrorshow and my new watermark was created by @lordfreg (thank you so much btw, I swear I'll start replying to asks once I'm less anxious about them ToT)

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[yangoodomens]

Yandere poly Muddogs x GN reader

Summary - they offer you comfort when you cry

TW - Reader cries, this is honestly just really fluffy

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I had always been known as the strong one in their family and among their friends. I was the person people turned to for advice, the one who could handle any situation with ease. But what no one knew was the emotional strain it had on me. I had always been good at putting on a brave face and holding it together, even when things got tough.

But after years of being strong for others, I could feel myself starting to crack.

After being kidnapped by the Muddogs, I had started to lose it. They had taken me two years ago, two year of my life gone.

I tried to push through, to keep up appearances, even if it was only the muddogs. I wasn't weak, but one day I reached breaking point. It was a seemingly ordinary day, but everything seemed to hit me all at once. I found myself in the bedroom, curled up on the bed, sobbing.

 

"Babes?" Mickey's voice rung out in the room rang. My face was tear-stained and red from crying as I looked up at him. He quickly rushes over, cupping my face and pressing little kisses on the tears. "What's wrong, babes?"

I shook my head, not wanting to answer. I take my hands up to my face, trying to wipe my tears away before anymore fell, he gently grabs my wrists and pulls my hands away, "what's wrong, babes tell me." He looks over his shoulder and shouts out to the other two to come help. The other two rush in, wondering what's going on. On seeing the situation, they rushed over.

"I- I'm sorry, I do-don't know why I'm crying". My words are rushed. A slight crack was heard too. I felt one of them cup my face, my eyes too blurry to really see who.

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize for crying, it's normal" Danny's voice is quieter than normal as he speaks, "it's okay."

They stay with me for the rest of the night, comforting words and affectionate touches being repeated throughout the night. It almost makes me forget I'm trapped here.

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Sorry this is so short, I couldn't think of how to end it, :(

- Jett

[pianocat939]

Pleeeeeease more mud dog content I love all of them

You can do Drabble headcannons blurb I kinda just wanna see them

Buuuuuut I was wondering if you can give headcannons (yandere and normal) with a darling who has sharp teeth and won’t kiss them because they’re scared to hurt them

I know this is random I’m sorry-

I AM ASHAMED. WHAT DIGNITY DO YOU HAVE LEFT AFTER THIS? BARE WITNESS MY EYES HAVE GONE THROUGH- /hj

Tw: drugging, breaking-in, manipulation, unconsented dental changes (?)

Leonard.

Bro actually is a whiny needy bitch and wants his kisses. So if you continuously deny him without telling him why, he'll just try to get a kiss somehow. Somehow. Whether it's crawling into your bedroom when you're asleep or trapping you within his limbs, he will get his kiss.

As soon as you explain it to him, he literally stands there, mind blank before acting completely confused. "How are your teeth a problem...? I'M A FUCKING OGRE- FUCKING SHREK!" Then prepare yourself for his attack of begs, because you must kiss him or he will destroy your home on accident.

Danny.

Danny isn't like Leonard, and won't actively be physically affectionate. So when you don't try to kiss him, it doesn't confuse him all that much. He only notices when he does try the rare occasion to kiss you.

He'll just plainly ask, you answer, and he shrugs it off. After all, he has those big honker rat teeth. The thing that makes him...not normal though is he'll slowly manipulate you about your teeth. Nothing bad (not the manipulation part), just trying to gaslight you into thinking your teeth aren't a problem.

Mickey.

I'm sorry but this mf is a slippery eel. He is probably gonna have terrible fish lips to kiss with. And honestly, you will cut his lips. Just because he's a fish, and it's easy to cut him. So just from there, it's just a cautious situation for both of you.

If he feels daring enough, he might try to saw down your teeth a bit when you're drugged up on anesthesia.

[gremlingottoosilly]

The horror and the wild [!emperor!Konig x fem!Reader] ch.5

You had a nice, simple life. Serve the princess, obey the princess, protect the princess with your life. You never thought that this nice, simple life would bring you to be kidnapped by the infamous Northern Emperor. Konig never thought that kidnapping a wife would be much easier than courting one.

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5l you're here! AO3

Word count: 3188 Tags/Warnings: Medieval fantasy/Alternative European history AU, Age gap, Enemies(one-sided)to lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Forced marriage, Size difference(Konig is absolutely huge), Somewhat one-sided slow burn, Yandere Konig

Warnings for this chapter: Predator/Prey kink, mild choking

Little princess doesn’t know what’s good for her. Little princess is dumb and naive and oh, so deliciously weak, it makes Konig sick just how much he adores her pouty face, her aggressive expressions, and that squeak in her voice every time he does something to embarrass her – which he does, a lot, in fact. Quite aware of how his war dog lingo would affect an innocent young lady like his precious dearest darling illustrious wife, he uses it to hi advantage – when you have your lady cornered, heavy panting and cumming from your tongue and your fingers in her tight royal cunt, she wouldn’t be able to open her mouth for something meaningless, right? Thou shall not think as thou would be a sin against god. 

Emperor is a sinner, but he still believes that you shall always follow the religious instructions – as if not ever trying to oppose him and speak like you have the right to think in his presence. Perhaps, his devotion to making you weak and pliable in his arms is what led to this situation. 

Little princess doesn’t know what’s good for her, so little princess runs. 

You might brag about your best education and most elegant courses for women you attended in the palace – but he knows just how empty your adorable little head is, because you had no idea how much the thrill of the hunt turns him on. 

You’re nowhere to be found, escaped through the window of the room you were stationed in – it was his mistake, assigning you a place from which you could jump so easily. Next time, he will cuff you to his bedpost, like a loyal palace dog lying on his legs. Next time, he will make sure to love you so eagerly that your legs won’t work for at least a few days. 

He doesn’t even need his hunting dogs to catch you. Horangi offers his help, Tiger so eager to come out and play with a little princess, perhaps maul her a bit, showing the royal cunt what she deserves for disrespecting her emperor and his subjects – but oh no, this won’t do. König needs to discipline you himself, track your scent like the hound he is, and get you back to your wedding bed with your body in his teeth. 

Woe on you, dumb little princess, as your emperor considers escape attempts the richest form of courting. 

Following you through the forest near the castle, your footsteps are clear in the mud and dirt – a piece of your dress serves as a grinding light. Your scent, delicious sweetness, and fresh flower oils maid had infused you with made it laughably easier to find you. He can almost see the glimpses of your body running through the woods – god, he knew that he wanted you and was right about taking you away. 

How can he resist a wedding gift from his bride who wants to play tag? He follows you like a madman, a dog, he sees through trees, trying to see where you could run. The deep golden brown of your dress almost made you look like a forest spirit standing in the depths of the woods – if it weren’t for König’s trained eye, he would rather mistake you for a tree. Or a particularly precious deer. 

He licks his lips, a wolf approaching the bunny he was hunting for so long – you run away, still try to. These dumb skirts aren’t made for running away from your fiancee in a forest – you can barely walk in those, poor thing. You take a step back, panicking, squawking from fear, as he approaches you as slowly as possible. 

Perhaps, if he gives you one more chance to run, it would make the chase even more precious. 

He is used to hunting with his royal hounds, with a group of his closest friends by his side – war hawks helping hunt for prey, the animal snifters making the whole process laughably easy. He doesn’t have anyone for the company now. 

Only you, him, and wilderness – and his adoring love for everything you do. 

— Stop resisting, little princess.

You whimper, but your little annoyed expression makes him only harder. Hell, how he adores your frown, how much he wants to kiss your face right now – god knows he is holding himself back these days. Little princess doesn’t deserve to get her innocence taken on her back, legs open on the dirt of the royal forest – but sometimes you act like a good lashing, and some passionate mating is the only thing that would keep you in line. 

He yells in your direction, hoping that even that dumb head of yours has some sense in it – the chase is fun, and he would continue it more until you’re completely unraveled under him, exhausted and defeated – but, oh, your silly desire to be free has led you to the edge of the lake. Dancing on the shaky, soft sands and warm mud of the pond, your clothes leave you with very small chances of getting out of here in one piece. 

He doesn’t want to be the bringer of doom, but just one sleep, a nervous movement that you can’t control – and the little princess of his dreams will come flying in the dark waters. Even if your royal majesty knows how to swim, the heavy fabrics of your garments would be declared as your executioners. 

You look so fragile like this – your skirt is lifted, showing your pretty ankles, as you’re trying to jump from stone to stone, as far away from him as possible. You’re scared, only reminding him more of the bunnies he used to hunt as a kid – and he is almost offended that you’d prefer that risk of drowning over getting in the hands of your husband again, but alas, princesses are usually not the smartest creatures on the planet. 

— I’d rather die, Your Majesty. 

You bite your lips and look at him, so stubborn and cute – the feelings in him rise, your arrogant expression making the thrill of the hint ever sweeter. God, he cannot control himself around you like this – you should stop trying to make yourself sweeter for him, he already wants to keep you chained in his bed and never let you go. 

You’re so…

Ach. 

His path of thought is stopped by the splash of water. 

Dumb thing, you really decided to make the most of your words – like a cornered animal, you jumped in the lake, getting to the bottom almost immediately. Your dress is heavy and expensive, all the weight of the fabrics pinning you down in elaborate execution. Your emperor stands on the small beach, looking at the water circles going from where you fell…and then he jumps straight after you. 

The last thing you remembered before the world went dark was the scream of a man who, for the first time in his life, had experienced genuine fear. 

*** You wake up warm – and naked. 

No wet clothes, no heavy dress lingering on your skin like a soft coffin. 

You’re as naked as the day you were born, shivering despite the warmness of the room and the crackling of fire somewhere near you. You remember this room – a royal bedroom, quickly made as your quarters when you moved to this god-forsaken castle. Empire has some horribly extensive architecture, and this room, big, stony, and expelled of any decor, has only made you feel regret ever waking up. 

You wished to wake up in the cold embrace of your Princess – but you open your eyes and see this room over and over again. Why couldn’t death come sooner? 

— It was incredibly stupid even for you, little princess. 

König sits on the edge of the bed. A future husband shouldn’t sit like this, resembling a servant who is scared for the health of his misstress. His eyes are filled with cold fury and other emotions that you can’t quite grasp – you don’t want to look at his face too much as even the mere glimpse is making you uncomfortable. God knows you are not in the mood for trying to talk to your captor. 

God knows he doesn’t care about your wishes. 

— If you can only provide me freedom in case of my death…

— You will not be free after your death. 

You sigh, shocked – your brain isn’t nearly ready for this information when you just almost died. You shift in your bed, trying to pretend that you accidentally fell asleep – but the emperor pushes his hand on your cheek, warm fingers lingering on the cold skin. You sigh quietly, sealing his warmth. 

You fight the desire to nuzzle in his palm like an obedient little pet. 

— It’s not for you to decide, Your Majesty. I should be allowed to die on my own accord. 

— I'm entitled to your life, my bride. Don’t make me remind you of this, ja? 

— I would rather… 

— I can deliver death to you, little one. In a verdammt heartbeat. 

His hand goes from a warm presence on your cheek to an angry squeeze of your neck – you cough when he continues to shut your breath, fluttering of your neck in his grasp only makes your defeat even sweeter. König has you right where he wants it – under him, holding firmly in his grasp like some exotic bird he picked up from his travels. 

Lack of air makes you dizzy – as ironic as it sounds, you feel airheaded, hands clinging to his massive palm in a poor attempt to make him let you go. You whimper, you cry, you feel death all too soon – you want to die, of course, maybe, willingly meeting in hell with the royalty you had sworn to serve, but you don’t want to be killed. Tears run down your cheeks when you finally see the other side of him – out of control, angry, worse even than the conqueror you saw when you first met. 

You feel replaceable and small – he squeezes your throat like you aren’t his bride like you don’t mean anything to him, and, yes, it makes you feel hurt. Vulnerable as ever, your manicured nails have zero power over him – he only laughs at your helpless expression. For a second, it makes you think this is it – the last thing you would ever see is the cold anger in the eyes of your emperor. 

When your vision finally got blurry enough so you could not see anything anymore, König softly lowered his face closer to you, lifting the bottom part of his weird, strange hood. Smothering you with his lips, delivering the air you were craving for – if only to make himself feel even more in control. You’re lightheaded and a bit dumb, still, your mind is too delirious to actually understand anything that is happening around you. 

His lips are warm and dry, you steal air from his lungs with each second – you feel the energy feeling you up again, eyes are finally set enough to see at least some part of his face. Chiseled chin, covered in scars, tanned skin – you’re surprised that he is not as pale as you thought he must be, with his love for the masks. 

His veins are dark and rotten – you don’t understand how he can survive with his blood looking like this, but the dark tendrils of his body almost make him more of a curiosity than an actual human being. It’s only his lips that are still holding you in realms of the living. You don’t want to think of the implications and gossip you heard from some servants that were allowed to go out – allowed to witness the growth of the empire that was soon to eat you all. 

König finally lets go of your mouth when you start falling asleep again. You don’t allow him to simply cover his lips with his hood again though – your hands are heading to lend on his neck, fingers tracing the outlines of his veins. 

A medical curiosity, this emperor – you squeeze the rot of his neck, and he moans like you just did something that he liked too much. 

It’s only fitting that he has the body of a monster – for all he is done, you wouldn't be surprised if his head actually resembles the one of an octopus from silly books you were reading or a mess of dark tendrils, wiggling and swarming. Your delirious, oxygen-deprived mind still wants to touch him more, to satisfy your curiosity in all the more fitting ways. Maybe take your research a bit further down to see if he truly is a man down there. 

But oh well, you saw his body before – although you never as much as paid attention to that detail. Did he change in a few days that passed? Does his veins start to spew out darkness because he is…

He crushed your hand in his, almost making you feel a crack in your dainty lady fingers. God forbid you feel like your hands are being torn apart. 

— Never try to defy me like this again. 

He spews the words with anger than would be fitting for the enemy – and he is, for you, but you were sure that he didn’t consider you one of them. The contrast with his soft actions earlier, you can feel tears collecting in your eyes as he slowly lets go of your hand. 

Not knowing what to do, you roll to the side, burning desire to never see his face – or lack thereof – ever again. Like an angry cat that doesn’t know how to stop biting, you feel like you’re going to cry again and again. 

You whimper, trying to escape the haunting gaze of his eyes – and his face softens, if only for a bit. He presses his hand against your damp forehead, checking the temperature. You don’t want to forgive him just yet – for anything at this matter, but he is soft at this moment, and somehow, it is almost enough. Somehow, you almost feel like you can breathe again. 

— I was so scared, little princess. I don’t like being scared. 

You laugh dryly, your face is still deep in the pillow. You are trying to ignore the beast, but the beast decided that you’re his best option for a nice free snack. Beast decided to take off some of his clothes – you don’t see it, but you hear the sound of fabric hitting the floor, and you don’t want to even think how much it cost. 

You try to cover your naked body with the silk sheets of your bed, but soft fabric only entices your desires in a way that can only be called sinful. You remember the sensation of his tongue between your legs, your desire to simply run out of your skin because of how good it felt – each stroke made you strive further and further away from your duties. Like a good little maid you are, a perfect lady in waiting, waiting for her demise, you have to ignore all the mortal pleasures. 

If you want the royal family to truly forgive you in their graves, you would have to join them. Perhaps, you gave up on drowning too fast. 

— It wasn’t my intention. 

He shifts, the bed is too small for someone like him. You feel his legs, clothed, thank god, touching your naked thighs – and you immediately stir to the further side. You keep your arms and legs in check, getting into a small ball of limbs as you’re trying to comfort yourself without his touch. You don’t want to admit it, but König is warm, warmer than you thought he had the right to be, and you’re freezing. The phantom feeling of cold water on your skin is making you shiver. 

— What were your intentions then? 

If the emperor knows about manners and how a fiancee should behave around his bride that he didn’t even consummate the marriage, he is ignoring that knowledge. Large hands pinning you to his chest, warm and firm – to your utter dread, he took off the armor plates and even the simple shirt under it, making you helplessly squish your cheek against his muscles. He smells like a man, and you never knew you’d feel that smell in your life. 

You don’t hate it. 

— You killed by parents, Your Majesty. 

He only laughs, his hand goes to stroke your back. This is a contrast with his coldness before – he is soft and warm with you, and you hate that you don’t hate it. Gigantic palm goes to settle between your shoulder blades and you simply sigh, trying to get used to his touches. You don’t want to, but a good servant should adapt to everything, so you do just that. Adapting, deforming, melding yourself in something you never knew you even could be. 

Your head hurts, and you whimper when his gentle massage relaxes your sore muscles. You hate his gentleness, you hate his firmness. 

You want him to let you go, but you don’t even know where you would go. 

— Your parents, little princess? Really? 

There is a vile mockery in his voice, and you immediately remember who this man is. Not some devoted lover and slightly obsessive romanticist – he is dangerous, horrible, he is the conqueror of your country. You may not have warm feelings about the royal family, but he doesn’t know this – his laugh and mockery of your “family” must be real. It has to be, or else you’re going to die after your deceiving has been opened. 

He pushes you even closer to him, and you whimper like a dumb little dog without any means of stopping him from touching you. There is some freedom from being exposed like this, but you still don’t like it. Still feel like he is going to murder you, given the reason. 

— If anything, my men did it. That dog you called a father did not deserve my sword. 

Anger fills your whole body – not because you were particularly close with the king, but because König is parading his mockery of your supposed family. He hugs you with hands that are covered in blood, no matter if he is just the one to give orders. 

You try to get out of his grasp, but apathy fills you. What’s the point if the royal family is dead? What’s the point if you aren’t even the real princess. 

— You will not call my father…

He makes you shut your mouth when he kisses your head. Sweet and soft, you do not understand his intentions. If anything, it feels like yet another mockery. 

— I will call him like I want, meine Liebe. And you will still be mine. 

— I won’t just take it, Your Majesty. 

He laughs again. You feel sick. 

— With our wedding tomorrow, little flower, you will have to take it. Not the last thing you’ll take on that day, little princess. 

You feel like you are going to be sick. 

König kisses you again, forcing you to sleep in his hands. 

[giorno-plays-piano]

House of Chains

Part II

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x mage!reader

Warnings: noncon, yandere, obsession, canon-typical violence, chase scenes, death of minor characters, manhandling.

Words: 1.4k

Summary: In return for help to come back to your home world, you have been faithfully supporting the Greens to put Aegon on the throne. But when your promise is fulfilled, neither Otto nor Aemond are keen on letting you go.

Part I

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You fly out of the room in such fit of rage the guards look somewhat bewildered at your attitude, knowing you are just some Hightower girl of no particular importance who still dared to scream at the Hand of the King. You pay them no mind, your blood boiling, hands shaking at Otto's offense when you barge into your bedchamber, tugging on your dress to take it off the moment you step inside.

Faithless, dishonorable people. You might have expected Otto's betrayal, but Aemond's quiet determination to keep you chained leaves you wordless. How could he? After all you've done for him? Does he feel no compassion for you, stranded in this cruel place and forced to do his grandfather's bidding? After all those nights spent together, you naively thought you had a connection of sorts, but it appears you are a really bad judge of character. Targaryens seek no friends, only power.

No matter. You are naive, perhaps, but not entirely stupid. There are other means to leave this world as long as there are other dragons. Not Aegon's sheep-sized Sunfire, but Caraxes, Meleys, and maybe, if you are lucky enough, even Syrax. You have much to trade.

You are so deep in your thoughts, enraged at Hightower's treatment, you realize there is someone else in your bedchamber only when Aemond nearly screams, "Do not undress with a man in the room!"

Turning to face him, the prince blushing furiously at the sight, you give him a poisonous smile, your heavily embroidered dress with stars and moons falling to your knees, leaving you in nothing but a see-through, thin robe that leaves little to imagination. Not that you care. You intend to take it off, too, and dress yourself in man's clothes before you depart to Dragonstone.

"Watch me for all I care. This is the last time you see me close," you nearly spit in his face, some sort of wicked satisfaction rising deep inside you at his loss of words, provoked by your near-nudity. Turning away from him, you grab your supplies, packed before you left for coronation, and reach for gloomy brown trousers, caked in mud.

"You can't leave," exasperated, he watches you bend over to take a crude linen shirt and blushes even more furiously, trying to stare at anything but your figure, barely hidden by the underdress. "There's much to do to ensure Rhaenyra doesn't sit on the throne."

You cackle at this, refusing to look him in the face. "And why should I be worried? What is there for me when you treat me a like a dog on a leash?"

Struggling to remember where you left the sturdy boots you wore when you needed to head to Flea Bottom, you fail to catch Aemond getting close, snatching your arm while you are raiding your own chests. You shudder and curse, furious, your eyes locked with his. What more does he want? He can't give you anything except for Vhagar's fire.

"We will wed," Aemond says, swallowing thickly, his hand so scorching hot you feel like it will burn you. "You'll be made a princess. My grandfather has already approved of our marriage, and mother will support it likewise. Even if my brother was crowned, we both know he is unfit to rule. We will do it in his stead."

You stare at him, silent, suddenly unsure you heard him right. Aemond can't be offering you to marry. What an insane sort of plan is he crafting in his head? Is it a trick to tempt you with power to have you stay? You look in the face of boy-turned-man and think there's more to it. More than you thought you knew. More to this strange, obsessive Aemond who had been hiding behind a mask of a friend.

You feel very uncomfortable being nearly naked in front of him.

"Aemond, I wouldn't take the Iron Throne even if you delivered it to me on a silver platter," you say very carefully, watching the prince's intense impression with growing worry. "I don't blame you for not knowing, but this world is a pale copy of places so much worthier, better. I don't seek to rule. I need my home. Please, help me."

"No."

Your emotions take a hand of you again, and your anxiety turns to anger with ease as you break Aemond's hold on you and spun around, finally spotting the boots among the pile of clothes. He can stay and support his stupid brother as long as he wants to, but you had enough of the Red Keep and its Targaryens. Whatever they propose in hopes to appease you, it won't work.

"Where do you plan on going?" Aemond asks you in desperation, and you snort. "I am the only one who can help you!"

In this very moment, a sudden urge arises in you: you want to hurt him. Want to make him feel helpless the way you do, to let him know he was never your only option. Even though Rhaenyra might refuse you, there still are other dragons in the world, wild, unclaimed ones included. Perhaps you'll find a way to trick them into using their breath for longer to give you enough time to cast. Regardless, Aemond is no one's savior, and you won't give him the satisfaction of thinking he's your salvation.

"I don't think so," you smile at him, all bared teeth, tongue laced with poison. "Rhaenyra will be thrilled to have me."

Aemond is rigid as if his body is turning to stone, eyes wide-open when he stares at you, wordless, and silence falls in the room.

You don't understand what you are doing, the risky game you are playing with the dragon's son. Time spent with him makes you think he isn't someone you should be wary of, but, despite your hopes, Aemond is not your friend, and his internal drive you love so much makes him a far too dangerous opponent to disregard his anger. He is no longer a boy crying on the balcony, face red and shoulders shaking. He is the One-Eyed Prince who smirked at the sight of Vaemond Velaryon being beheaded in front of him in the Great Hall; he is a man who was ready to pounce on Rhaenyra's bastards to put them in place right in the Red Keep, regardless of consequences, and he is not afraid to do what it takes to sate his ambitions.

Aemond is on you in a heartbeat.

"She won't have you," he narrows his eye at you like you are the enemy, his hands on your wrists, holding them down in iron grip, and you almost choke: Ser Christon praises his most ardent student not to flatter him. Aemond is strong, and he is not above hurting you.

Desperately, you try to push him away, but he only presses himself tighter against you, cold leather of his clothes making you shiver involuntarily as you struggle to get away. Frightened, you shout an incantation to shake him off, only a simple spell to get away, make him fall, and then... nothing happens. Nothing at all.

You have wasted too much power on the shield against Meleys. Your magic is depleted.

Aemond realizes it, too, his heated gaze turning perplexed until he fully grasps the situation, and a crooked smile blooms across his face.

"It is true about the shield, then," he muses, wrestling with you, forcing you further and further from the door, down on your lavish bed. "You spent all your magic on it."

"To save you from Meleys!" You cry, horrified, for the first time realizing Aemond will not stop, and you can't make him. "I tried to save your lives! I care about you!"

"Then stay," he breathes out in your face, driving you back to bed, pushing you so hard you finally fall with a scream, getting tangled in too many sheets and covers as you try to stand back with Aemond quickly landing on top of you. "Stay with me, and whatever you want, I'll give."

You all but cry in his face, helpless as you can't move Aemond an inch with him sitting on top of you, pushing you in the bed with all his weight, "I want to go home!"

He doesn't smile, his eye locked on you.

"I"ll be your home."

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Part III

Part IV

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[hoodietypinggg]

Hybrid! Usami Tokishige x reader

A/N: Nothing solid, just a thought stuck in the empty echo-y space of my mind like a ball of wet toilet paper roll thrown up and stuck on the ceiling of your elementary school bathroom.

And I can't be the only clown who appreciates this cake endowed (Noda certified) hammer freak, hopefully this spreads to whichever GK fan who needs it.

Enjoy.

Tw: hints of yandere(???)/unhingedness but otherwise pretty fluff/nothing major

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Usami Tokishige but he's a hare(?) hybrid, red eyes and two long black ears atop his head, standing at the edge of your backyard. Feral and looking like he just rolled around the forest grounds with all the twig snags and mud stains on his cheeks. But he doesn't move, unnerving stare fixed on you, the little human sitting in that little lawn chair of yours.

You with your hand still stuck in a little jar filled with nuts, feet slowly shrinking back to curl your knees up and make yourself more compact. Mouth slightly agape from shock, his nose twitches slightly as if senting the air like a dog. You frown. He's not a hound though?

Usami's clearly not what you've been anticipating, the tension in your posture displaying the confusion and blaring alarms sounding havoc in your mind. The tree shades keep him hidden quite well, you get a vague feeling of his stature, but with the breeze blowing through the branches and the glaring afternoon sun it's hard to get the full picture. Just those red eyes peeking at you. Squirrels whom you've prepared the nuts for dont have red pupils. Squirrels who regularly visit you aren't this tall. More importantly, squirrels from the forest behind your yard aren't hybrids.

Since the last crunch of his dirt crusted work boots, nobody has attempted to speak whatsoever. You aren't sure if he's predator or prey anymore, the unflinching stare he's got you locked in feels like the one of a hunter despite his hare features.

"... Haven't seen you around here before," his left ear visibly flinches at the sound of your voice.

Despite the initial reaction, he seems to take your announcement as a sign of peace offering and relaxes a bit, slowly lowering his arms to rest next to his sides. Usami also steps out from the tree lines, now standing next to the trio of gnomes that guard the edge of your yard. Pupils soften slightly. You unconsciously follow his blink with one of your own, only then acknowledging how dry your eyes have gone from keeping him in your field of vision.

The raised arms were not what made him big, you realize, Usami's built physique still peaked through his clothes even in the relaxed stance. Broad shoulders and a thick middle fill the shirt well, his cargo pants tucked into his boots but tight around his thighs. The muscles seem to be from physical labor, the kind that is less seen in hybrid physique competitions and more in the construction industry. Perhaps even in the wood industry, which is very possible considering the lush green forests expanding beyond mountains around you. It is unusual though for typically smaller hybrids to get assigned such work, but then again nothing about him aligned with the norm.

You can't determine what else is caked on the damaged dark shirt and cargo pants, but there's definitely something else on there, something that dries dark and not light shades like mud does. For the sake of your nerves right now though you choose to not think more and simply get up from your seat at a natural speed. He follows with his eyes, head tilting slightly.

"Wh- uh, why don't you come in and clean up while I go get the phone for you? Maybe contact someone you know, who uh, might be able to help you?" Usami easily spies the tremble of uncertainty in your hand as you loosely gesture at your back door.

He lets the silence linger for a little moment more, a small rumbly feeling in his chest forming with the way awkwardness creeps into your posture at his unresponsiveness.

Your other limp hand reaches for the hem of your shirt, fingers curling around the fabric as you fidget.

He's finding your reactions fun.

Maybe this is the feeling that Ogata was telling him about, predator watching the prey's cornered, nervous responses. It's hard to come by, what with him being typically surrounded by predator hybrids. And the fact that he is also technically considered prey type. Usami feels the corner of his mouth twitch up and pupils slightly dilate. He covers it by fully smiling, changing it for a friendlier smile and steps forward to follow you. It sends a dart of shiver down your back though, and something in the back of your mind is screaming.

You swallow the pinprick feeling of unease down your throat and turn to guide him. Too late to back out, you now have a guest to entertain.

He only followed his beloved boss Tsurumi into these backwoods because what Tsurumi says is what Usami does, not exactly in distaste like Koito but not beaming at the change like Tanigaki. However, it seems that the little wood mouse he's found today will be veering their stay in this area towards something a bit more memorable.

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For @oklolnoty

Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5�� Ao3 Mirror

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Whole story TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, severe quirk based discrimination, binge drinking, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (give/receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

Chapter 4: The Bag - 3k words

TW: Quirk discrimination, sexual harassment, AFO is a grade A enabler but a terrible parent, Tomura does not appear in this chapter

"Honey? Are you feeling all right?"

Your head snapped up, eyes focusing in on the slender fingers waving in front of you.

Nyanko pursed her lips and pulled her hand away. "Girl, you've been anywhere but here," she teased.

"Oh," you murmured, shoving aside your hoodie to dig to the bottom of your bag. "Sorry. Spaced out for a minute."

She hummed, teasing the tufted tip of her left ear into an artful point. When you pulled out the designer gloss oil, she sneered. "Hero-boy coming tonight?"

"Every Wednesday after his shift, " you declared matter-of-factly before popping your lips. "He's very punctual."

"...after his shift?" She cocked her head. "Wait, weren't you out on a paid date?"

"Yup." You coaxed your eyelashes out of their clump before smoothing your hair.

She narrowed her eyes. "So why didn’t you drag the date guy back here to drink his wallet dry? It's kinda the whole dang point."

"Crusty boy," you explained.

"Oh." A catty grin broke on her face. "Decided you were no good too, huh?"

"I did my best to ensure it." You tossed your bag into your locker and headed for the door.

Nyanko raised a painted brow. "Wait, was he actually into you?"

You paused, a small smile playing on your lips. “Hopefully not."

Before she could ask any more questions, you slipped out into the hall. Spike heels clicked down the tile floor. From the main bar room, Usagi's fake giggles put your teeth on edge.

"Oh, Tano-san! You're so funny!"

Behind his back, she mouthed 'kill me'.

You flashed her a quick salute before dipping behind an ornate vase. Burning eyes drifted shut as you massaged the man-sized headache building in your temples.

"Think manic pixie dream girl, think manic pixie dream girl," you chanted to yourself.

Inside your head, a war raged. On one side, images of every genki girl-next-door that ever graced a video game cried out in voices that never tired, never worried, and certainly never nagged. On the other side, an exhausted, clinically depressed spinster snuggled into her oversized kigurumi and sipped her fourth cup of coffee. You willed the flood of powder pink passion to consume her in waves of giggling happiness. As their over exuberant perfection swallowed her whole, her only reply was "this is exhausting".

You flexed your smile a few times, shooting for cute and attentive over forced and creepy. Your mouth felt weighted tonight, as if each stretch of the cheek took twice as much effort. Muscle memory refused to cooperate. No matter how you tried, it screamed insincere.

“No, what I don’t like is… this. Whatever this is.”

You slapped your cheeks and shook off the memory like a dog shaking off mud. “He’s just a weirdo,” you muttered. “Stick to the routine and get that rent money.”

The door chimed. You glanced at the clock behind the bar. 9:30 PM on the dot. 

Hiking up the front of your tight, white dress, you hoisted the girls front and center. Electric charm sparkled from your smile as you bounced around the corner. 

“Oshida-san!” you squealed, tackle-hugging his thick, muscular arm. You nuzzled your cheek into his silk shirt while giggling. “Welcome home!”

The tall, dark brunette patted your head. “I’m home, Honey-chan,” he answered with a glittering grin.

Towering over the average Japanese man at 190 cm, Oshida Hideki, also known as Buster Man, looked like a king among peons. While not high in the hero rankings due to a low arrest rate, his cut, lean muscles put him front and center on every designer boxer-brief modeling campaign since he hit the market a half decade ago. Add a chiseled jawline dubbed “the most ideal miso face since Watanabe Ken” and his pet pack of three ribbon wrapped Papillons, it wasn’t hard to see why he topped the “wholesome heroes who can get you pregnant with one look” list for the past five years.

You wondered if his fan club would still find him “wholesome” after they heard that little line about cum in the lip color.

“Come on, come on!” You tugged his arm, pretending to drag him along to the bar. “Tell me some fun stories tonight, okay?”

Oshida-san allowed himself to be swept along by your excitement. “Fun stories, huh? Aw… Don’t tell me my little Honey Bunny is feeling down?”

You pouted. “Of course I’m down! I had to wait a whole week to see you!”

He chuckled, flopping onto the leather seat. “Guess I should come more often, huh?”

“Yay!” you cheered. With an exaggerated bounce, you hopped into the seat beside him. Then, touching your lips with your finger, you pressed an indirect kiss to his nose. “But don’t stress yourself out to do it, okay Oshida-san?” Big, round eyes stared up at him. “You work so many hours already...”

With a weary smile, he laid his head back on the top of the booth and patted your head again. “You’re very sweet.”

You giggled. “My name is Honey after all!”

All at once, his voice pitched into a hard grumble. “Are you ever going to tell me your real name?”

Sure! Right around the time you decide being stalked by a horny client was both romantic and desirable.

“Aw…” you teased, kicking your legs like a child. “...but I want the guy I like to call me something cute and Honey is a super cute name.”

He frowned before tossing his shoulders to throw you off. “Where’s the beer menu?”

Great. And now pushy-mc-grumpy-pants is gonna buy beer over champagne just because you wouldn’t give him what he wanted. You’d think that someone who wears a mask in all his photoshoots would appreciate keeping a secret identity secret. 

With a smile more plastic than a Licca doll, you opened up the menu and flipped to the craft beers section. You tapped a white ale with a patchwork cat on the label. “Since it’s a Wednesday, I’d recommend Suiyobi no Neko! The mild citrus aftertaste is supposed to be good for the mid-week hump.”

He smirked. “Did you just pick it because the label is cute?”

…no, you picked it because Mama-san is offering an extra 10% bonus on it for the next month since it costs 1.5x what a basic Sappro does.

You stuck out your tongue and thunked your own head with a playful fist. “Got me!”

“You’re so silly, Honey-chan.” He chuckled. “You never think too much do you? Must be nice.”

Your fur bristled. “I’ll order those drinks then!” 

As you started to rise, he caught your wrist. You turned. On his face was a perverse smile, one he never showed to the cameras. A husky voice purred at you from below the come hither stare. “You’re wearing my lipstick, Honey-chan.”

Ah, so it was going to be one of those nights. Great.

He loosed your hand and gave your tail a fast squeeze. “Go on, bunny girl. Hop to it.”

As soon as you turned your back, a cloud of loathing fogged your expression. You flagged the waiter for the drinks before schooling your face into an empty headed smile. By the time you settled back at Oshida’s side, any lingering irritation lay buried below a professional’s mask.

“Neh, neh, Oshida-san,” you prodded his meaty arm. “Tell me about your week? I always love hearing your stories.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, last Friday was a bit exhausting.”

“Oh no! What happened?”

“Some kid got lost and we spent several hours hunting for him.” He sighed again, this time even more dramatic than the last. “Turns out he was just playing around, hiding under his bed. The parents swore they checked there, but clearly they did not. It was stupid.”

…oh no. He was inconvenienced by a kid being a kid. Better call the fun police.

“Wow, that sounds rough,” you agreed. “You put in all that effort too…”

“I know!” Another sigh. “Such a waste. I should have been patrolling the city.”

What he meant was “showing off for the ladies”. After all, peacocking in spandex while adoring fans swarmed him was clearly sexier than chasings kids with dust bunny energy.

“You know—" you touched his shoulder "—I think that the fact you worked that hard just for one little boy's sake is amazing. You're so kind."

He paused mid-rant and smiled at you. "Sometimes, I think you're the only one that appreciates me." He tapped your nose. “My sweet Honey…”

You giggled to hide the grimace.

The waiter set an oversized, weeping bottle of white ale beside your elbow along with two tall glasses. You tilted the glass and poured the beer to a frothy head. Oshida took his drink and gulped down half of it in one blast.

“Go Oshida-san! Go!” you cheered.

“Heh,” he grinned, wiping his full lips. “Like that do you?”

“Super manly,” you cooed, snuggling into his shoulder. Then, you took a delicate sip of your own. “I dunno that I can keep up.”

He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his body. Wafting from below the slim-fit Hugo Boss suit, two sprays too much of Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue clocked you across the nose with “fresh, colorful, citrus and bamboo”. It did little to hide the pungent smell of “stale, muddy, sweat and locker room” that a simple shower could have fixed.

“That’s okay, babe, I’m not into those girls that drink like fish and swear like sailors. I like you for who you are.” His fingers walked up your bare thigh. “You know. A real lady.”

Oh? He likes you for who you really are, huh? Bet this cunt wouldn’t say that if he watched you pound your fifth sake bomb.

“I want the girl from the alley.”

As the raspy voice replayed in your ears, you shivered.

"Cold?"

No, but you nodded anyway..

Oshida shrugged off his sport coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. You sneezed and smiled through watery eyes.

"You're kind, Oshida-san."

Brown eyes locked on your lips. His cheeks flushed from the beer, he leaned in. "I wanna taste that lipstick I bought you."

With a strained laugh, you twisted out of his hold. "No! Bad boy!"

"Aw…" he whined, trying to pull you back in. "I could be real good to you though, if you'd let me."

Not this again. 

You gulped, glancing away. "Oshida-san… Your fans would freak out if someone like me was your girlfriend." 

"So? I don't care about that."

Of course he didn't care. He wasn't going to get harassed by rabid, ugly-jealous housewives for being "the whoring slut" that took their fantasy husbando! 

"Honey-chan, I love you."

Ugggghhhhhhhhhh…

"A nice girl like you shouldn't be working in a place like this."

You wouldn’t have to if the Nice Guys™ who interviewed you spent more time staring at your resume than at your tits.

He thumbed his broad chest and beamed proudly. “So, why don’t you let a real hero save you from all this?”

Wow… he said that with a straight face and everything. 

With a forlorn smile, you shook your head. “I owe Mama-san so much for hiring me despite my inexperience. Until I can repay her generosity, it wouldn’t be right to just abandon her. She’s basically my family, you know.”

Oshida wrinkled his nose. With a huff, he slammed back the last of his beer. You tried to refill his glass, but he clamped his hand over the top. “You could be a little more grateful when a man buys you something nice,” he snarled at you. 

Seriously?! This guy actually thought a 3,000 yen lip stain was such a great gift that you would risk your job to give him a gratitude bang!? Pochi-chan’s simp brought her a diamond encrusted Rolex last week just for the chance to touch her wrist. 

“Oshida-san…” You tugged at his silken shirt sleeve, letting your burning eyes well with crocodile tears. It wasn’t hard. His jacket reeked. “Please…”

Please stay and spend more money because rent is due next week.

One look at your quivering lip and he collapsed back into his seat. “Oh Honey-chan. I just get so frustrated because I know I can give you a better life.”

Ma’am! Enemy troops are playing the “I’m only angry because I love you” card.

Quickly, deploy countermeasures!

“Thank you for worrying about me, Oshida-san.” Smiling through the painful lie, you dabbed your tears with one finger. “Someday, I hope things will be different.”

Namely, that he can learn to be content with the client-professional relationship he pays you to have.

“So—” you poked him in the chest “—can I hear more stories now?”

“Anything you want.” He lifted his glass. “Fill a guy up, would ya babe?”

Biting your tongue, you poured the thirsty man another drink.

The three hours after you helped Oshida’s drunk, handsy self into the back of a cab passed by in a blur. After the less-than-heroic departure, Mama-san paired you with a short, balding ophthalmologist who owned a pet rabbit as a child and, apparently, had never maintained a meaningful relationship since. He spent most of the evening asking your opinions on birthday presents for his estranged thirteen year old daughter. It took exactly three pictures from her social media to notice her obsession with cute manicures. By closing time, your client was armed with a full analysis of his daughter’s favorite colors, what shades of polish would pass the “my school is run by prudes'' test, and which couture brands were worth the money (Dior Vernis - always a classic) and which were not (Louboutin’s packaging is too hard to control). Even champagne bubbles could barely lift the worry weighing him down.

“So, where is the closest location again?” he asked with a hiccup.

“Ginza,” you answered with a glittering smile. 

Flushed to the tips of his ears, he pressed his greasy head into his shaking hands. “W-what if I pick wrong?”

“That’s why we’re leaving the box half full, silly,” you reminded him. “When she notices there are three more spots left in the carrying case, you tell her that you wanted to take her to the store so she can pick the rest out herself.”

“Can’t you just choose them out for me, Honey-chan?” he begged. “We could make it a paid date! You can pick some out for yourself too!”

“Ah, ah, ah!” You tutted with a playful tap to the tip of his nose. “Papa-san needs to sweat a little over the gift or it's not sincere. ❤”

“You’re right,” he sighed and hung his head.

With a giggle, you patted him on the back. “It’s hard to have a good relationship with your kids when you live so far away. The key is that the money is used to buy the experience with you, not her affection. That, you have to earn by showing her you are paying attention to things she likes, even if you live apart. Understand?”

He nodded, tears welling in his eyes. He paused in the entrance to pump his fist. “I’ll do my best, Honey-Sensei.”

“Fight on, Papa-san!” you cheered.

As soon as the glass door slipped shut, Mama-san snapped the deadbolt into place. Sooty lashes and a knowing stare peaked over the edge of her black, lace fan. “Very energetic, for two in the morning.”

“Tell me about it,” you groaned, slumping against the countertop. “He drank two high balls and an entire bottle of champagne by himself! That man’s liver must be pickled!”

Mama-san’s eyes narrowed. It was the closest she came to smiling. “We need to talk. Follow me.”

The round, sweeping train of Mama-san’s emerald green mermaid gown snaked back and forth across the pale tile as she led you to her small, corner office. By the time she’d ushered you inside, you were sweating bullets. She reached below her desk. Rows of sequins winked from her long, lace sleeves. Without a word, she placed a fiery orange box tied with elegant brown ribbon in your hands. Just beside the tiny caricature of a handsome horse cart were two words: “Hermès - Paris”.

Your jaw dropped. “Huh?!”

She held out a small red trimmed envelope crafted from elegant ivory linen. Scrawling calligraphy read: “For Honey Bunny”. Shaking hands peeled it open.

Thank you for your attention to my protégé this afternoon. It has been a long time since I have seen him so animated. Please accept this small token as compensation for any social skills he is yet lacking. I do hope you will continue educating him in the future.

You raised an eyebrow. “There’s no name on this card?”

She set her fan down before draping herself across her dark, wingback chair. “Can you not guess?”

“May I open it?”

She waved her permission before folding her hands under her chin.

The brown bow slipped loose. You lifted the lid. Inside, creamy tissue paper lay neatly folded over a bulky, beige dust bag emblazoned with the horse drawn carriage and the letter H. You tugged open the draw strings, only to find a rectangular leather tote in a shade of dark grey-brown with white top stitching and palladium hardware. As you pulled it out, a small card holder flopped onto the desk. Mama-san picked it up and inspected the contents.

“Interesting.”

“What is it?”

She held it out to you. “The bill of sale. It’s from this evening.”

“So?”

Long, golden talons tapped the desk. “Birkin 35s are in high demand and Etoupe is a popular neutral. They are almost always out of stock.” She snorted. “Though apparently, not for him.”

“Shigaraki-san’s mentor?”

She nodded, passing you the receipt. “I bought myself the Noir version to celebrate opening this club. The consignment store in Ginza found a thirteen year old model for me. It was a good deal at 2,000,000 yen.”

Hands shaking, you lowered the purse back into the box like your very breath might tear it to pieces. “I-I can’t accept this!” you protested.

“Do not be ungrateful to our patron. It reflects poorly on the club,” Mama-san stated. “Also, I would not recommend reselling it. He will find out.”

You gulped.

“I will email you the website for the organizer I use.” Mama-san slipped to her feet, lifting the black enamel phone on the corner of her desk. “However, a drunk woman should not walk home alone at night with that box. You’ll be taking a cab with my compliments on a job well done.”

Despite going drink-for-drink with two men for the past five hours, you found yourself entirely sober.

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Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Bungou Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty Three, Assassins

(A/N- We are back bitches! So much happens in this chapter and I love it!

We have tragic lesbians with Jane and Dr. Stevenson

Platonic soulmates with Leo and Gaston

And found family with William and the reader)

Read past chapter on Ao3

Miss Jane had your driver called after your meeting, along with you she had William and Wells accompany you away from the party. When the car pulled up for the three of you, you turned to look at Miss Jane and asked…

“What are you going to do, Miss Jane?”

“Well…” She smiled, glancing back at the hotel. Her eyes had a certain happy shimmer in them, but you couldn’t quite place it but you felt you have seen it before on others. “…I think it is about time I started living my own words.”

You watched as Jane turned on her heel and marched back into the hotel and you could have sworn you saw a skip in her step.

“Zelda!” A young Dr. Stevenson called out her friend’s name. They were both young girls at the time, Jane still going by Zelda and both of them still so innocent to the world. The future doctor had her skirt tied up as she waded through the creek in the woods by their hometown. “Look I found a frog!”

The young girl ran up onto the land to show her friend what she held in her hands, her wet, bare, feet collecting dirt and she ran toward her friend. The young Jane sat under a tree reading a book, dressed up nicely and wore a sun hat that gave her even more shade from the bright summer sun. She let out a high pitched squeak when the young Stevenson set the frog beside her friend.

“Robin! Get that away from me!” Jane leaped to her feet, not even caring to keep a grip on her book, letting it drop to the ground. The little girl’s eyes were full of horror as she looked down at the slimy frog at her feet.

The future doctor watched her friend’s expression, but her smile quickly faded at her friend’s fear. The little girl quickly picked up the frog again, turning back towards the creek and releasing it into the rippling water. She glanced over at the horrified Jane, still standing and shaking where the frog once was. “I…I am sorry, Zelda.”

“It is alright… I just got startled.” Jane took her seat, slowly, back on the ground, avoiding the ground where the frog had been set down. The young Robin, came to sit next to her friend, also leaning her back on the trunk of the tree. The two little girls looked up at the branches that were decorated with the green leaves of the midsummer. Jane’s lips pressed together in a thin line as she looked up at the flora and sky above the two of them. “…Do you have to leave?”

“Do you think my mother will give me another choice?” Robin answered her best friend’s question with another. Robin wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling her legs closer to her chest. “I do not wish to go, but at least it is not forever. Besides, you can come visit me in London sometime.”

“I suppose-“

“Robin!” A stern voice called out to the future doctor. Both girls looked to where the familiar voice was coming from, it was Robin’s mother. She was a rather stern looking woman, looking much like the doctor in the present day and age you knew her in, on,y her mother never smiled and was much older than the doctor, noticeable wrinkles thick formed lines on her aged face. She approached the two little girls, ignoring Jane completely and instead going over to her own daughter and seized her up by the forearm. “Come now girl, you will make us late for our train. It is already bad enough that you went around showing your face around town and soaking yourself in the mud after what you did.”

“Wait, Mrs. Stevenson-“

“Zelda, I suggest you stay out of this affair if you know what is good for your family.” The stern woman cut the little girl off, shooting her a sharp glare at sent shivers down the girl’s spine. “You best run along back home now.”

“But-“

“It is okay, Zelda.” This time Robin cut her friend off, shooting her a sympathetic smile. “I promise I will write.”

Now the little girl could do nothing but watch as her childhood and best friend got dragged off by her mother. Tears filled the little girl’s eyes before she grabbed the book in her hand and with slow and heavy steps she walked back home. Once she reached the town she heard the horrible and disgusting words from the people of the town. She could feel the glares from the people, glaring at the little and innocent girl all because she was friends with that monster…

…Robin…

…the girl who lost her mind and killed her father.

Miss Jane pushed open the doors to the ballroom and all eyes turned to look at her, a woman that clearly did not fit in with the expensive scene. There were whispers that began to spread through the ballroom as she pushed through the crowd of people.

“Is that Miss Austen?”

“She hasn’t been seen in months.”

“What is she doing here?”

“Jane?”

That all too familiar voice of her oldest friend called out from the bunches of people. Jane quickly whipped her head around to see Dr. Stevenson, who was dressed in a long mermaid style dress, red, with lace that curved up her body gave the illusion that if something slipped it might reveal something that one may or may not want to see. She was standing by a few individuals dressed in uniform that you would be able to identify as the Hunting Dogs, Jouno, Tecchou, and two individuals you would not recognize, a young pink haired woman who looked more like a child and an older gentleman with gray hair and who was riddled with many scars.

“Robin.” Jane managed to speak out in response as she looked at her old friend who stood there in shock. Jane took forward, but the doctor closed the gap, running up to her old friend, wrapping her arms around her as both ladies began to cry. Jane managed a laugh as she held onto the doctor. “I am so sorry for lying to you, I promise I will explain everything-“

“I don’t care what happened.” Robin cut her off and she pushed away to look Jane in the eyes. “As long as you are okay, I don’t care.”

“I… I… Thank you, Robin.” Jane replied, she could feel the entire ballroom watching them. “There�� there is something I need to tell you.”

“Then tell me.”

“I… I love-“

Jane was cut off by the sound of her flesh being stabbed into.

Robin looked up in wide eyed shock at the person who stood behind Jane, another person mask, an assassin…

Her lips fell agape as Jane collapsed in her arms…

Why…

Oh dear…

Why…

Just let me in…

Why…

Let me in!

The voice in her head grew just as loud as the ringing in her ears and the commotion in the ballroom, so distracted that the doctor did not even notice the faint glow from Jane’s wound.

The doctor did not even realize she was reaching out to attack the assassin until the strong arms of the Hunting Dog, Tecchou, was restraining her. She could only watch as other members of the Hunting Dogs also retained the masked assassin and other guests went to tend to Miss Jane who was losing consciousness…

And that voice like claws on a chalkboard spoke in her head once again…

She was going to tell you that she loves you…

She is in love with you…

And you let this happen to her…

Your mother was right…

You are a failure.

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Leo sat on the velvet covered piano bench, pulled up to the grand piano that was a gift from Gaston for his birthday last year. Karma had gone to bed a few hours ago, but Leo could not sleep tonight. The Russian man had a feeling of dread building up inside him that he tried to drown out as his fingers trailed over the keys of the piano playing a tune that the composer taught him, or rather sang to him when they first met when he saved his life…

Leo sat by his window on a loveseat in his own private estate in St. Petersburg. The prince had a book on his lap that he was reading over, an old novel written a number of centuries ago, but still a classic. His mind did not linger on the book, something in the back of his mind itched him. It has been so long since he has felt something, anything. The zest of life has vanished, only the skeleton remains. Abandoned to distraction in order to forget how people waste their lives, including the young royal.

Then the sound of the door opening followed by footsteps ran through the empty drawing room.

“Not now Anatole, I am busy.” The prince spoke out to the person who entered the room, thinking it was one of his rather rowdy friends who had a tendency to invite themselves in his home, but he could not be more wrong.

The next thing Leo could process the sound of a gunshot…

The stinging pain of a bullet sinking into his arm…

The prince should not be shocked by an assassination attempt but no one has ever gotten a shot on him before. Leo would have applauded his assailant for his, her, or their good job but he was in so much pain that his vision blurred and wanted to vomit from it. He could hear the muffled shouting of his housekeeper, who was formerly his governess in his youth, shouting in response to the racket of the gunshot and the sounds of pain from the young prince. But he quickly realized these were not in response to the shot, she was shouting to someone else. There were other footsteps rushing down the hall in a fevered pace, that were followed by the waddling footsteps of his housekeeper…

As the assassin approached the young man who was on the carpeted ground-

“Stay low, your highness!”

Before Leo could even process the instructions given to him, another gun was shot off, but not at the prince. The bullet pierced the skull of the assassin and they fell to the ground with a heavy thud. There were quick words exchanged between the stranger and the prince’s housekeeper before she ran off to do something. Leo then felt the stranger help him off the ground, bracing his good side as he lifted the blonde man up to lay him down on the expensive sofa. Amidst of all his pain, the prince was now able to see his savior’s face clearly, he was a young man a few years younger than the prince, perhaps twenty of nineteen, he had a scar trailing down his cheek that looked newly healed, the brown eyes that looked down at the prince matched the man’s slightly curly brown hair.

The prince watched as the young man rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt so as to not dirty it with blood, before reaching up to undo his scarlet tie that was tied loosely around his neck. He took the tie and brought it down to the wounded and bleeding prince’s arm, and Leo nearly screamed in pain as the young man used his tie as a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, just listen to my voice.” The man spoke as he tied the piece of fabric around Leo’s arm. “I am here to help you, just breathe.”

The prince’s eyes grew heavy from the pain and as he was slipping into sleep’s hold her heard his voice sing, beautiful, gentle, and careful…

“Think of me fondly

When we've said goodbye

remember me once in awhile

promise me you'll try

on that day that not so distant day when you are far away and free

if you ever find a moment spare a thought for me.”

Leo sighed as he recalled that memory that resurfaced, he just needed to remind himself that his musician friend would be alright and the plan would move on without a hitch. The ringing of his phone that was set on the coffee table on the end of the couch caught the prince’s attention. Leo adjusted his button up sweater he wore over his dress shirt as he stood up, walking over to his phone, he picked his phone up and flipped it over to look at the contact name and his heart sank…

Gaston Leroux…

Gaston was supposed to be moving forward in the plan, not contacting Leo out of all people. Leo wondered for a moment if he should just ignore the call but curiousity got the better of him and he answered, bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Leroux?”

“Not quite.” That voice made Leo’s breathing stop, but he had to quickly regain his composure at hearing the voice on the line.

“Fyodor…” Leo spoke through gritted teeth, trying to show no unnecessary emotion, after all that is like showing your cards. “What do you want?”

“To simply speak to you, after all it is not everyday one gets to speak to such nobility as yourself.” Fyodor replied to the royal’s question. “I also suggest that you do not hang up, his life is in my hands.”

“We both know that Leroux will not die by your hands, you would not dare to lay a finger on him and even if you tried he would manage to outwit you.” Leo bit back with a small laugh in his tone. “We are getting smarter, you know that, and you are growing afraid of us aren’t you?”

There was a sigh of annoyance from the other end of the line before there was the sound of beeping, indicating that the call was ended from the other line. Leo sighed and set his phone back on the coffee table before making his way to the bar cart kept by the piano. He picked out a bottle of red wine and a glass, he popped the bottle open before he began to pour a rather large glass for himself.

Then there was the sound of shattering glass as Leo fell to the floor, dropping both the bottle and glass. Something had broken through the window of the prince’s apartment and hit him just above the hip bone. It would not be a fatal wound so it was strange that an assassin would attempt to strike him there, but as the prince saw a light blue glow admitting from the wound he realized…

This was an ability…

Just needed to break skin in order to work…

The prince’s blood mixed with the wine from the shattered bottle and glass on the floor which was a shocking sight for the young Karma who ran into the room at the sound of the commotion to see his savior on the ground.

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The car ride was silent between you, William, and Wells. It felt as if the whole world had fallen silent, like a battlefield when the dust cleared but the fighting was not over just yet. The car haunted to a stop in front of the towers that were the headquarters of the Port Mafia. The driver came around to open the door for you all, but only you and William stepped out, leaving Wells behind in the car. You two bid her farewell for now as you entered the towers and all eyes were on you. No words were spoken but the man who led you both upstairs apparently knew why the two of you were here. You were able to get a clear view of the man who was leading you both upstairs, a man with short messy red hair, a bandage covering his nose, he wore a green jacket with a fur collar, being in the mafia seemed like a stage line of work for someone his age, he did not look much older than yourself, perhaps a year or two younger or older.

You soon reached the same door that you were behind before, Mori’s office. The young man opened the door for the two of you, letting you step inside without him following behind you. There was the sound of conversation across the dark room of about four or so people. You cleared your throat as you approached those whom were present, but Williams stayed in the shadows near the door, just watching.

“I know you were going to send Chuuya for me, but something came up.” You spoke but you did not make eye contact with anyone as the room fell silent in your presence, but you did extend your hand that held the book that you were asked to retrieve. “I did get what you requested though.”

“Thank you, I am glad we were able to cooperate on this together.” You heard Mori replied and you watched as his white gloved hand came into your sight, grabbing the book from your hold. You heard his footsteps walk over to his desk and set the book on top of the furniture piece. You glanced up for a moment as his back was turned to you and you were able to get glimpses of those present in this room, Mori and Chuuya were familiar faces to you, but then there were two others present that you did not know.

The first unfamiliar face was a beautiful woman with the most red hair and eyes you have ever seen, those both contrasted and complimented her traditional clothing she had chosen to wear.

The second unfamiliar face was a blonde man with blue eyes, his style of clothing with his dark suit, tan overcoat, and brimmed hat, almost reminded you of the fashion trends that were popular among your European colleagues, especially of Leroux and Hugo, the French members.

Your attention was drawn back to Mori as he approached you once again, he was about to say something, but his eyes drifted up just past your head, looking right at William in the back of the room.

“I see you brought a friend.”

“Yes… this is William Shakespeare, we were assigned to work with each other during the party.” You replied, watching Mori as he stared at William. You could not see William’s expression but you could feel the tension in the room. “He is well aware of everything that is going on.”

“I see…” Mori spoke in response to you and a smile came across his face as he looked at William. “Would you like to join us for a glass of wine, you seem like the type to enjoy such things.”

“You would be correct with that assumption, but I am afraid I must turn down your offer.” You could hear William’s voice draw closer to you as he stepped forward to stand by your side, his shoes sharply clicking against the floor. “(Name) and I were just about to leave anyway and besides I don’t think I would like to stink with someone like you.”

“Oh? And what do you mean by-“

“You know exactly what I mean, don’t think I have forgotten about what happened when our organizations have come into conflict with one another.” He bit at the head of the Port Mafia, cutting him off. “You turned me and my wife over to the Guild and I would rather not have someone I see as a sister be in the company of people like you all.”

The whole room fell silent at the ex-assassin’s words, all eyes either on the English man or looking at one another. Then out of the corner of your eye you spotted the blonde man stand up from his chair, setting his glass of wine on the table next to him. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he began to approach you and William, looking the two of you over, but William did not notice, his gaze fixed on Mori, and his hand fixed tightly and protectively around your own.

“I was wondering where I recognized you before.” The blonde man spoke as he set a hand on Mori’s shoulder, silently signaling to let him handle this. Mori stepped aside and William finally got a clear view of the man, you heard a gasp from your friend and you turned your head to see William, wide eyed and horrified. “I see you have recovered, honestly I really tried not to hurt you too badly, you were still so young then.”

“William?”

“(Name), stay behind me.” He replied to you calling his name, his hand that held you pushing you to stand behind him.

“William? What’s going on?”

“Do you remember what I told you that night?” He asked and his eyes glanced back at you for a moment, and you could just see the fear in them. “About my parents.”

“I-It wasn’t exactly a Crime Organization, it was a group of us who worked underground for The Order of the Clocktower, a British government entity. Our cover was a crime organization, but in reality we were just a branch of protection for the Crown.” He began this tale, speaking of it as if it is almost another life, someone who wasn’t him. “Forgive me for being so emotional, it has just been a long time since I told anyone this because everyone else in the Society already knows. For a long time that was the only life I knew, I was raised to be a spy, the greatest kind of actor. My parents were also in such a business, but they were good people despite it all, they loved me very much but didn’t have a choice. I served in the war as a child spy with them and then went on to serve the Crown as an assassin… I hurt a lot of people...”

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, there was nothing you could have done. Besides, what happened to them wasn’t your fault…”

“Them?”

“My parents… they were killed…” William’s breath hitched in his throat before he took a breath in an attempt to calm himself. “I was still fairly young when this happened, but my parents were on a job, guarding the Queen. They were killed that day alongside many other ability users by another assassin, he almost killed the Queen as well but ended up killing her body double… I-I can remember his face clear as day, blond hair, and a black hat… god I would have given anything to kill him in that moment… They called him the King of Assassins.”

“Oh… oh my god…” That was all you could manage as your eyes looked up at the man that stood before you and William, the King of Assassins.

“It seems that you have told her about me.” The blonde man spoke, as his eyes now looked down at you, a smile across his face as if nothing was wrong despite the fear that pumped through your veins in this moment. You could only watch in your frightened state as he reached out his gloved hand past William to grab your own that was held close to your chest and he brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of it. “It is a pleasure to meet you Miss (Name), my name is Verlaine, Paul Verlaine.”

[presentmicscocksleeve]

~♡Cult Leader♡~

Yandere Cult Leader Present Mic x She/Her Reader

~♡ Minor Injuries to Reader, Held Captive, Age Difference Mentioned/Implied {but can easily be ignored}, Tied up, Violence, Blood, Attempted Forced Marriage, Reader In Wedding Dress, Cruel but Loving Yandere, Death Mentioned, Needles/Shot, Lobotomy By 'Medical Professional', Cult/Twisted Religion, Fear, Just fucked shit♡~ Please let me know if I missed something that you think should be in the warnings

~♡♡♡~

A branch snagged the bottom of your dress as you ran frantically through the dark woods and forced you back with a yank. For a moment your heart dropped as you thought someone from the search party had caught you.

"I think I heard something that way!"

And there was your reminder, you didn't have time to stand around. You yanked on your wedding dress until the whole bottom came off. When you started running again, it was much lighter now thankfully. But that was only one problem solved. The sharp pebbles and broken sticks digging into your bare feet nor the mud that got into those open wounds was another probable entirely but you did your best to ignore it, to focus on the nothing but getting away. To escape this hell!  Not the burning of your lungs or the fact you can feel your heart beating against your chest as you try to quite your heavy breaths. Adrinellen and fear pushed you forward.

You could see their torches threw your tear-blurred eyes, you could hear them calling out to you over in the distance over your frantic sharp breaths in and out. You knew they were getting close, but you were also close to the road you'd only heard about from outsiders. You just need to make it to the road and you'll get away. You'll be free. He'll pay.

But it wasn't to be, as you were grabbed and jerked back by a hand on your tricep "I got 'er!" 

Another man came over and grabbed your other arm, the two began dragging you back to the town in the clearing no matter how hard you shoved the heels of your feet into the ground, thrashed, and screamed. Trying to bite or hit did nothing but make them move faster toward your hell. You saw the lights of the things the outsider called cars! You had almost made it! You couldn't help but let the pitiful tears escape your eyes as you could do nothing but watch your freedom slowly get further and further away.

"You're a brainwashed jackass!" You spoke to your father as he with the other guy's help dragged you back to town. He said nothing back to you, just kept looking forward as he pulled you along in the dim light of the torches the men around carried.

.♡♡♡.

Dragged right through the town and into 'The Temple' as the people you once considered your friends, hell your family, all watched and whispered with pity in their eyes. But that pity was not for you, it was for your future husband.  Once inside you were forced to sit and tied down to a chair already out and ready for your capture.

"What!?" You screamed at the men and 'nuns' who came around to help "You want me to repent!? Get rebaptized in his name!? Well, you can fucking forget that shit! This is a scam and he's a fraud! He's no divine being! He's a crazy-"

You were slapped so hard your head reeled to the side, the coppery taste of blood filled your mouth "Dont speak of The Grand One in such a way you tainted bitch! You are lucky to be chosen out of everyone here to be his wife and this is how you thank him for that!?" That man who helped your father screamed as you got your bearings. You were still a bit confused when they all dropped to their knees and bowed, so you didn't realize what was going on until you heard his voice. Hizashi, or as they and at one point you yourself called him, The Grand One finally came into your line of view "I came as soon as I heard she was brought back! Im so glad she's safe now darling, you had us all so worried." He spoke with sweetness, but the sweetness you use on a dog, not a person. He was talking down to you like you were less than him. And it made you sick.

"Who was it that got her?" Your father slowly stood "Me, oh Grand One. Just as you prophesied she took to the woods trying to make it to the portal to the outside world. She almost did too, but I got her just in time." Hizashi smiled, grabbing your dad's shoulder to give him a small shake, and the fangirl of a man looked like he could explode after that "Your wife has already been rewarded for being the one to birth to my bride but now I shall make sure your whole family is rewarded. You are all dismissed for now though." 

Hizashi then turned, cupping your face and giving it a once-over as his eyes darkened  "Tsk." From the way everyone stopped dead in their tracks you'd think that tsk was a gunshot, echoing around the room. "And who did this to her?" He jerked your face so that the people in the room could see the forming welp of a handprint. Slowly the man stepped forward, practically shaking in his boots. He looked ready to piss himself "She was mouthing off-" He was cut off by Hizashi backhanding him too hard he stumbled back, hitting one of the pews with the back of his knees causing him to falling onto his back on the ground "Did I give you permission to speak!?"

"N-No grand one." He placed his boot hard down onto the man's chest causing him to grunt. He already sounded hurt but this must be even worse "I also didn't give you permission to filthy her skin with your anger. Yet you did both of those things. You could have been rewarded but now, oh now you'll be put to death for your insolence." Two other members dragged him off screaming as they all rushed out of the church, all but two 'nuns' who were standing away from everyone doing their jobs. When you two were 'alone' he frowned at your 'self-inflicted' wounds from running away "You poor thing-"

"Dont fucking pity me you bastard! Im gonna get out of here and tell the police all about you and what you're doing here! Then you'll finally pay!" He shook his head at you "The outside world had brought evil into my town, I can see that now. Letting those lost hikers coming in out of the rain has come back to haunt me, they've brought darkness into my paradise. Into you, this anger is misguided. You should be upset at them, for corrupting everything we had."

He turned to the two 'nuns' and whistled to get their attention "Sisters, please put her to sleep and then get her cleaned up for me." They nodded and rushed out, quickly rushing back in with a needle "No! Get the fuck away from me!" You trashed about in the chair, trying to bite and swing as that woman grabbed you, shoving the needle into your neck. It took a good few minutes but eventually, you began to fade out of conciseness with dread in the pit in your stomach.

.♡♡♡.

"Oh, would you look at that? Sleeping beauty is awake." It took you several moments to come fully back to reality. And the more you realized the worse your panic became. Tied down to a bed in the 'hospital' and gagged. From all the equipment around you it was clear this was a room in the surgery ward. You tried to struggle but nurses quickly tightened your binds as the gag was replaced with a mask by the doctor. 

No! You began trying harder as the gas began to enter through the mask. The gas is meant to knock people out. Hizashi himself held your head and the mask so you couldn't shake it off "It's alright my dear bride. You're having trouble settling into your new role. I understand, marriage can be scary, especially for someone so young. Im just getting you the help you need." 

You struggled till the moment you went fully under.

.♡♡♡.

Hizashi smiled as he took a tissue and wiped a bit of drool from your mouth "You'll mess up your pretty dress like that love, sit up love." "Mmm."

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[yanyanderes]

ROTTMNT/TMNT 2018 Masterlist

✨ = art

raph

protecting (y/n)✨

some raph thoughts

when (y/n) gets hurt in battle

when (y/n) escapes

leo

portalling (y/n)’s friend to a hell dimension✨

manipulating (y/n) into staying with him + if they try to leave him anyways

courting dance/vibrating claws

(y/n) scolds 2012 and 2018 leo for arguing

platonic future leo with teenage (y/n) who is similar to his past self

donnie

tracking down (y/n)’s best friend✨

some donnie songs/thoughts

donnie drabble

reverse isekai donnie forging (y/n)’s signature

mikey

blocking (y/n)’s friends✨

falling for villain (y/n) ✨

april

comforting scared (y/n)✨

small headcanons

meeting reverse isekai au (y/n) except she doesn’t know they’re isekaid

splinter

nothing yet!

draxum

adopting foot soldier (y/n)

big mama

small headcanons

when (y/n) tries to escape

tying up (y/n) ✨

kendra

none yet!

cassandra

falling for draxum’s henchman

others + groups

turtles being clingy✨

(y/n) trying to shimmy away from the turtles✨

turtles x reader x april series: part 1, part 2

halloween/evil maze series(?): general ideas, the maze trying to help (y/n), (y/n) dies and is revived, do april and splinter know?

april and donnie team-up + splinter and draxum dad rivalry + jealous leo

some donnie and mikey team-up songs/thoughts

mayhem helping april

turtles with scared manipulative (y/n)

turtles with (y/n) who doesn’t mind that they’re yandere

jealous turtles✨

sheldon helping (y/n)

turtles “let us adore you”✨

how the turtles + april fell for (y/n)

turtles when (y/n) sacrifices themselves to defeat the kraang

cassandra + kendra ideas

platonic jeremy and jase with kendra’s s/o

donnie and kendra rivalry

platonic yandere turtle brothers keeping (y/n) and their s/o together

ideas on how the turtles met (y/n)

(y/n) teaming up/befriending the villains

draxum, splinter, and big mama fighting for child custody

(y/n) manipulating the turtles into fighting each other

the turtles, april, splinter, and draxum when (y/n) gets bullied

villain (y/n)

2012 vs 2018 turtles and why they don’t like each other

reverse isekai au

isekai (y/n)

reverse isekai (y/n) gets injured/killed off

reverse isekai villain (y/n)

mud dogs with human (y/n)

reverse isekai side character (y/n)

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Yandere Mud Dogs Headcanons

A/N: This wasn't requested, but I really wanted to get these down, partly because it'll make them easier to write in the future!! Anybody is welcome to take inspiration from these, and my requests are always open!! I've been wanting more of them lately, so please don't be shy!

This can be interpreted as platonic or romantic for Leonard or Mickey, but I wrote Danny's as platonic

TW: Kidnapping, toxic relationships, delusional mindsets, extreme coddling, mentions of temporary leg parlyzation, condecension, forced bed sharing (NON SEXUAL), mentions of violence, forced to play dress up? reader is human, being unknowingly fed sleeping pills

💙 Loathsome Leonard 🎋

~💙 Leonard is extremely mad that he cares so much for a human, and lies to the both of you when he says and acts like it's your fault and that he's angry at you. In reality, he's angry at himself for perceived weakness, and will gradually accept it over time.

~🎋 He has little to no patience for disobedience, perceived or not, even during the adjustment period. The other Mud Dogs (Usually Mickey) will often have to step in to talk sense into Leonard when he's being irrational, too strict, or overly mean.

~💙 Over time, he does loosen up the slightest bit if you're good, but only a little bit. His lifestyle requires him to be constantly on his guard, and you'll go back to being kept under lock and key if you mess up.

~🎋 Leonard is immaturely serious, and will get pissed if you don't take him seriously. Despite this, he can have playful moments with you, even if they are far and in between.

~💙 He's at his angriest if you escape or try to escape, because even though he can be callous and rough towards you, he worries like crazy if you're out in the Hidden City, though he'll never show it. He'll scold you for literal hours when he catches you, because the Hidden City is extremely dangerous, especially for a human. He doesn't know what he'd do if Big Mama ever set her eyes on you.

~🎋 He treats you like a mother animal would treat her young in the physical sense, sometimes, as he'll hold you up by the scruff of your neck, carry you places out of nowhere, etc.

~💙 Punishments would be on a more physical sense, but nothing too rough, because he's actually terrified of you getting too hurt, not that he'll ever let you know. The most he'll do to you is rough you up a little, but if anyone else lays a hand on you, he'll make them pay. If it was one of his teammates, he'll let them off a lot easier than if it was anyone else, his revenge methods ranging from petty to slightly violent depending on wether it was an accident or not and how much you were hurt. If you were to get hurt by a Yokāi in the Hidden City, however, it doesn't matter if you only got an accidental scratch, he will get violent with them.

💜 Dastardly Danny 🐁

~💜 Danny is type to coddle without end, especially because you're a human. He sees humans as a weaker species, and thus sees you as someone who needs to be protected and taken care of.

~🐁 He barely lets you do anything by yourself, and usually insists he help you, or sends/drags you away for him or one of his comrades to do it themselves.

~💜 He can be extremely condecending with the way he acts and talks to you, and though it's never from a place of malice, it can be extremely upsetting.

~🐁 Danny can sometimes treat you like a doll or a little child with the way that he babies you, often insisting that he pick out your clothes, do your hair, spoon-feed you, etc. It can be extremely humiliating.

~💜 Danny might be the most worried out of the entire cast when you escape, as he knows firsthand how rough and dangerous the Hidden City is, and he's also heard some horrendous stories and rumors about the topside, even if you're from there. He'll go into a frenzy, searching for you non-stop, no matter what he was doing before. When he eventually gets you back, he'll make sure you'll never be able to escape again. He'll steal magic doorlocks and put them in the hideout, always make sure that he or one of his teammates has an eye on you when they're home, etc.

~🐁 He'd never, ever hurt you intentionally, so his punishments are akin to the type that one would give to a child. For example, his response to an escape attempt would be sending you to your room or putting you in time-out.

~💜 He coddles you like a grandmother, such as making your clothes for you, and cooking all your food for you.

~ 🐁If you have trouble sleeping, he'll break into Mickey's stash of sleeping pills and give them to you in a warm drink, not that you know.

~💜 If you try to hide from him inside of the hideout, he'll find you very quickly with his heightened sense of smell, as lots of rats have.

~🐁 He gets very sad when you fight him, but he'll never show it unless his feelings are really hurt.

~💜 He gets mad at Leonard and Mickey if they're mean to you, do something weird to you, etc.

~🐁 He won't let you in the kitchen unless he sets you down on the counter so he can keep an eye on you while he cooks, because he's worried you might hurt yourself with sharp objects, the stove, etc.

~💜 If you do ever have to go out, (hideout change, the gang has to go do a heist really far away, etc.) he'll find someway to steal a cloaking brooch, will bundle you up in a lot of clothes, and will keep you out of sight when he can with cars, hotel rooms, etc.

🧡 Malicious Mickey 🩵

~🧡 Mickey is the delusional type, convinving himself that you're happy to be locked in whatever hideout the gang is squatting in.

~🩵 Your complaints will go in one ear and out of the other, and he'll act as though you didn't even say anything, then drag you off to play video games with him or watch a movie.

~🧡 He clings onto you at every possible moment, he'll even wait outside the door when you're taking a bath or shower, so escaping him when he's home is basically impossible.

~🩵 Oftentimes, he'll entertain himself by playing dress-up with you, wether you're willing or not. He has no fashion sense at all, not that Mickey knows that, so most of the time, you're stuck in the worst outfit you've ever seen for the rest of your day when the he gets the urge. They progressively get uglier with each time he dresses you up.

~🧡 He forces you to share his bed with him (platonic or romantic) and he'll cling to you so tight, it's hard to sleep. Often in the morning, you're half-asleep at breakfast.

~🩵 If he wants to cuddle you, but you're refusing, he'll temporarily paralyze your legs so you can't get up and run away from him. This applies to when you don't want to sleep in his bed, either.

~🧡 Escaping him would be relatively easy, if he's on a mission and his fellow Mud Dogs hadn't installed any locks on the windows. When he finds out you're gone and eventually gets you back, he'll think it was because you were bored or you went out to find him, or both. He'll steal even more stuff for you to entertain yourself with when he's gone, and tell you purposfully frightening stories of the Hidden City and stuff Yokāi have done to humans in an attempt to scare you off from going outside. He also tells you that you don't have to worry about him, because he's a "very important" criminal that can protect himself, or so he says.

Taglist <3: @yanteetle

[pianocat939]

Y

Yandere mud dogs headcannons pls?? 👉👈

(bro- I'm sorry but I only like Heinous Green ya little weirdo /lh)

Tw: mention of killing + kidnapping, manipulation, power difference, glorification

Loathesome Leonard

Yan traits: Controlling + Possessive

He absolutely loves being in a position of power, so he reacted badly when Danny took him out of his position as leader. He'll always try to keep you underneath him (not in a literal sense) and not fight back verbally or physically.

He will whine for your attention- and gets jealous very easily

Dastardly Danny

Yan traits: Manipulative + Self-Glorifying(?)

Bro will degrade you so hard- and he will manage to do so even if you don't try to interact with him or have any connection to him. And if you end up becoming vulnerable he'll try to target you and manipulate you into thinking he's the superior one and you should feel honoured to harbour his attention.

He literally will not stop glorifying how wonderful he is and all that shit. Despite the fact he's literally a fucking criminal-

Malicious Mickey

Yan traits: Clingy + Possessive

He's just really clingy. Like, not in an insecure way more so "I don't want anyone else to have your attention- pay attention to only me." He will definitely electrocute anyone he deems is stealing your attention. And this brat here will act like he's totally innocent and wrap his body around you- (cuz he's an eel and all).

He will steal your items- like anything. From a single shoe to your shirt anything.

Heinous Green

Yan traits: Possessive + Dependent

(This is totally not self-indulgence)

I GET TO MAKE THE CALLS HERE. He definitely gives the vibe of "I act all cruel and violent as I am a top criminal, but I really do want a snuggle for no reason-" He is violent, and will kill anyone that keeps you away from him.

At first he doesn't act much, he just makes a few grunts here and there and growls (he's not entirely verbal-) if you try to leave his side. Try to hold his hand or give him a pat on his arm and he'll be more lenient. And soon enough you can get a softie who is all up for the affection.

but- that doesn't mean he still has his violent and possessive tendencies. Bro will not hesitate to kidnap you- since he can enlarge his body to the point you're pretty much powerless against him.

He will speak a bit more if you're closer.

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They're extremely hard to write for- since they have little screentime.

I'm gonna be honest here- I literally don't care for the actual mud dogs.

I only care for Heinous Green-

- Celina

[mxthtea]

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[hobishopee]

“You heard what I fucking said.”

Requested?: No.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Obsessive themes, yandere themes

A/N: Sorry Namjoon 😞😞

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Yoongi paces across the kitchen, chewing his fingernail nervously. He never really allowed this side of him to get so out of control. He always kept his emotions indifferent when it came to other people, but when you stumbled into his crazy life, it was... well, different.

Yes, he’s had past relationships, but it didn’t deter him when they broke it off with him because of his crazy lifestyle of being an idol. He always saw it coming before they even said a word. He didn’t mind that they were too overwhelmed about his late night schedules and holing himself up in the studio for an unhealthy amount of hours. He couldn’t blame them. It just meant they weren’t committed enough, and Yoongi didn’t need someone with such disaffection.

But here he was, trying his hardest to not burst into tears as he waited for your return. If you were going to return. He lost his temper too quickly when you had gotten home a bit too late. Yoongi didn’t mind your outings with your coworkers or friends, but as time went on, he needed you to only care for him and him only.

You’d knock on his studio door at the asscrack of dawn to drag him back home, bring food to him and his members, and even massage his sore muscles every time he’d come home from practice. You never complained about his hectic schedule, only admiring his determination for himself and the boys. 

He sighs heavily in the empty room, his hand shaking as he runs his fingers through his hair. Where are you? The argument couldn’t have been that traumatic for you to walk out forever, would it? Yoongi’s past self would laugh in denial at the situation that was occurring at the moment: his tear stained cheeks and sweaty palms as he awaits for his lover to come back. 

He balls up his fists, annoyed and frustrated that you’d go to great lengths to hurt him like this. How could you leave him so distraught and alone after a fight? Lord knows what he could do in that state of mind. 

You sat mindlessly in the coffee shop, fingers lightly tapping the plastic cup to distract yourself from Yoongi’s heinous words from hours before. You plan to return, but not just yet. You wanted space; you needed time. 

Yoongi left numerous phone calls and texts, but with your silent response, he only freaked out more. He was going crazy that he couldn’t pinpoint your location and you weren’t telling him where you were. He wanted to punch the wall, hurt something to relieve his growing anger building inside him. Why the fuck weren’t you answering your phone?

You know you should’ve at least answered one of his phone calls, but you flip your phone over, feeling a sense of satisfaction that you had him worried.

He was more than worried. He was fucking losing it inside your shared home. He’s thrown his phone onto the floor in rage, shattering the screen in the process. In hindsight he should’ve broken something else because now he had no way to contact you. 

Fuck.

He eyes the shattered device on the ground, his knees hitting the floor in defeat. You were never coming back. He needed to apologize to you, but you won’t appear and it made him sick to his stomach. He felt so cold and alone in the once lively home, but without you here he just wanted to leave; escape the damn house and never return. 

Yoongi’s head shoots up in a panic as he hears the wobbling of the doorknob. It was you, it had to be you. You had finally came back.

“Yoongi?” The voice rang out. He slumps back onto ground, realizing it was his friend, Namjoon.

“Get out.” Yoongi’s voice quivered, hoping that Namjoon wouldn’t walk into the kitchen.

“Where are you? You sound-” Namjoon halts at the archway of the kitchen, eyeing Yoongi’s distraught form on the ground. To say Yoongi was embarrassed was an understatement. His facade for not caring for anything now has been shattered in Namjoon’s eyes. 

“What happened?” Namjoon questions, slowly walking towards the older boy. He didn’t know the situation, and never saw Yoongi in such a state. Namjoon notices the shattered phone, and your missing presence. He connects the dots.

“I told you to get out. Do you not know how to listen to your elder, idiot?” Yoongi spits out, lamely wiping the tears off his cheeks. 

“You can talk to me, you know.” Namjoon carefully responds, knowing Yoongi was never the one to share his feeling so freely. 

“Did you hear me or are you fucking deaf all of a sudden?” Yoongi stands up, dusting off his pants. He tries to look like nothing had happened, but his red face and disheveled hair said otherwise.

“Hyung-”

“I said to get the fuck out!” Yoongi’s cord snaps. He spoke with rage as he walks up to the leader, pushing him hard enough that he falls onto his side. Yoongi couldn’t stop, kicking the poor boy in his ribs. He didn’t care that this might’ve done collateral damage to his career, he just wanted him dead. 

“Get-” Yoongi breathes heavily as he collects his thoughts. “-the fuck out.” He licks his lips. “Unless you want to be found dead in the fucking street.” 

His sentence was enough for the leader to scramble to his feet. Namjoon’s hand pressed into his abdomen, hunched over as he ran out of the front door.

He just beat up his leader. He just beat up his fucking leader. His career is over, and you still weren’t home. Now he sobs into his hands, his elbows perched on the kitchen counter. 

Everything was slowly falling apart. 

“Yoongi?” Your confused voice made Yoongi whip his head towards you. He blinked away the tears wondering if you were really there, or his brain was fucking with him.

Once he realized you were actually standing in front of him, his frustration returns, his face heating up in anger.

“Where the hell were you! Did you want me to have a fucking heart attack?” He screams out loud. He kicks away the broken phone on the floor, making his way to you.

“I thought you were on a fucking plane on your way back to your hometown! Do you even know what my thoughts were telling me?! One phone call. You just had to answer one fucking phone call to let me know you were okay.” He’s so tired. He spent hours freaking out over your disappearance. All he wanted to do was lay in bed and never wake up.

“I didn’t think... you’d be this worried.” You respond, afraid of the crazed look in his eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve got to be kidding me.” Yoongi says in an exasperated voice. He sighs in irritation, leaning against the counter, thinking.

You remain silent, head hung low as if you were a dog being scolded for staining the couch with mud.  You stand there, waiting for Yoongi to speak.

Silence envelops the space as Yoongi bites his lip. He shakes his head and wipes his face in frustration. He tries his best to figure out his next sentence. 

Yoongi breathes in, finally finding the words he was looking for. 

“You’re not leaving this house. Unless I say so, you’re sitting your pretty ass here. I don’t need you to pull another stunt like that again.” Yoongi announces, trying his best to not scream in anger.

“What? Yoongi you’re just pissed. You can’t keep me prisoner, that’s like abuse.” You stumble through your words, shocked that Yoongi would say such a thing.

“You heard what I fucking said. I’m getting some of the company’s bodyguards to scout the house. You’re not fucking leaving my sight ever again.” Yoongi finally declares, walking past you and making his way to your shared bedroom.

“Hurry up and get ready for bed, I don’t need to be waiting on you again.” He calls out from upstairs, leaving you in a bewildered state in the kitchen.

Like hell you were going to stay with some fucking maniac. You fished for your keys, trying to slide in your shoes as fast as you can. 

“Y/N I swear if you try to leave again, so help me god.” You stop your movements as you hear your boyfriend’s voice. You close your eyes, wishing you had never come back in the first place. 

He was just pissed and speaking nonsense to lower his adrenaline. He’ll get over it tomorrow and forgive you for scaring him like that. There was no doubt Yoongi would go out of his way to fish for his company’s bodyguards. 

But here they were the next morning. Standing tall and motionless outside of all exits throughout the spacious home. Yoongi wasn’t kidding, and you were stupid for believing yourself that he’d forget all about this.

Fear struck you as Yoongi kissed your forehead and dismissed himself for work. 

Fear struck Yoongi when he entered BigHit’s building knowing he’d have to face Namjoon after last night. 

Nonetheless, you kept your spot in the house, and Yoongi kept his career... and you.