#yandere naiad

[naiadere]

at the water’s edge

yandere! naiad x gn! reader

content warnings: implied kidnapping, implied forced relationship

debuting with my no. 1 ever!! ib: this official art^^

the sea is as lovely as ever–– and today, you have the luxury of basking in its great and grand glory atop the old wooden docks, secluded in the furthest of areas by lush flora and cooling shade. oftentimes, when you are admiring the sea, you are also in it, but the day is a pleasant one, and you are saved from wading in its waters, or better yet, being completely submerged in them.

you’ve become quite accustomed to the sea and its distant water-bodied relatives thanks to a certain fisherwoman (or rather, former-fisherwoman). she goes by the alias of ‘naiad’ these days, but it is only you who knows her as grace.

a hand tenderly reaches to cup your face. it is cold, webbed between each finger, and wet from the oceans waters. momentarily, you blink, eyes flickering towards the side of your face without movement from your head. you fight the urge to raise your own hand to hold the drenched one that is so softly resting on your cheek, though simply because you’ve been bereaved of such touch from another living-being for so long. the hands you have rested in your lap do not move, and you observe the woman in front of you to gauge her reaction.

she lets out a soft, almost whimsical, sigh. if your fingers had twitched at the sudden physical contact, she did not notice; too enraptured by your presence, too captivated by you. she idly leans her head to the side, eyes wandering your figure. at the old docks, you’re sat on the edge with your legs dangling into the water, and before you is the naiad, with her upper-body above the water, and right hand settled on one of your knees, and left hand on your face.

you can tell she’s enamored by you. in spite of the fact she simply stares at you through her deep, pitch black eyes, you can tell— it’s the way your reflection is the only thing that can be seen in them. an accurate portrayal of the naiad’s earnest love for you. or so how she perceives it.

letting out a faint, almost exasperated, breath, you open your mouth to speak. though as if frozen in time, nothing comes out, and you’re held with your mouth agape and thoughts left amiss. but you swear you can see the gentle smile on grace’s lips widen, content, excited even. the woman was not one for talking, let alone human interaction, but the thought of it being you who starts conversing with her — rather than the other way around, the usual — makes her delighted, and she can’t help but express it.

eyes urging you to continue, you inhale sharply, “it’s… a nice day out.” cringing at the awkward and reluctant delivery of your lackluster conversation starter, you grit your teeth together, focusing your attention on the scenery behind the naiad, anything to avoid her eyes.

“yes, it is.” grace mouths silently, wordlessly; disregarding your discomfort entirely, thumb stroking the side of your face.

you are tense, and whether or not your meaningless small-talk regarding the day’s weather even got through to her was unknown. though she surely acted like she was blissfully unaware. stiffly turning to face her once more, met by those familiar dark eyes, you let your shoulders drop and relax your posture. closing your eyes, you reach for her wrist, connected to the hand cupping your face, and lightly hold onto it, leaning further into her palm.

grace retracts her hand from your face and your grasp, but you do not open your eyes. the feeling of her arms delicately wrapping around your torso leaves your shirt damp. and her body, now leaning into you as she embraces you, head resting on your chest with her ear over your heart, leaves your body motionless. thoughts of prying her hands off you and taking off plague your mind, but you remain still. hands returned to your lap and refusing to reciprocate grace’s affection, you know better.

not like you could get very far anyway. not with the anchor sitting at the bottom of the sea, bound by the fishing-rope that is tied to your ankle.

[jessamine-rose]

.˚₊‧໒❀˚‧ Laurestine ‧˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Read my Yandere! Capitano fics first ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Herbarium ๑ Fairytale ๑ Forget-Me-Not ๑ Astilbe ๑ Artifact Set ๑ Viparyas

Aahh I can’t believe it’s been two years since I wrote my Yandere! Capitano x Damsel! Darling longfic!! This epilogue has been in my drafts for nearly as long, and I figured now would be a good time to revisit my favorite fairytale <3

Synopsis:: “While the Captain carries out his mission in Natlan, how does he protect his darling from afar? Her guard is here to provide the details.”

Tw:: yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, invasion of privacy, implied abuse from darling’s backstory, MINORS DNI

Note:: Female reader described as physically weak and smaller than Capitano

♡ 1k words under the cut ♡

Sender: Sergeant C. Naiad

Note: CONFIDENTIAL

My lord,

At the time I am writing this report, it has been eight days since your departure for Natlan.

Your wife is in good health. She rarely speaks to me and the new live-in servants, though she seems to have fully adjusted to our presence.

Below is a record of her daily routine. There may be slight variations depending on her energy levels and emotional state. But for the most part, Lady ______ adheres to this personal schedule.

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7:00 - Lady ______ wakes up.

7:10 - Bathtime.

7:30 - Lady ______ leaves the bedroom.

7:35 - Breakfast.

8:00 - Lady ______ strolls around the woods, escorted. Occasionally picks flowers.

8:30 - Lady ______ preserves new flowers (if any) and checks on the other flowers in her collection.

9:00 - Lady ______ begins reading her first book of the day.*

12:00 - Lunch.

12:30 - Lady ______ continues reading.

15:00 - Lady ______ finishes her first book and arranges it in her personal library.

15:30 - Lady ______ begins reading her second book of the day.

18:45 - Bathtime.

19:00 - Dinner.

19:30 - Lady ______ continues reading.

20:00 - Lady ______ finishes her second book or stays up late to finish reading it.

20:15 - Lady ______ makes her request for breakfast the next day and goes to the bedroom.

20:30 - Bedtime.

*Depending on the length or contents of the story, Lady ______ may devote a full day to a single book. Other times, she chooses to instead rest in the bedroom, cook her own meals, or learn the Snezhnayan language through her textbooks and my assistance.

Regarding the last activity, her pronunciation is improving.

✿ ⚘

My lord,

Today, Lady ______ read Records of Jueyun Vol. 2.

Based on her expressions, she seemed particularly fond of this story. The day prior, she also expressed interest in continuing Fables de Fontaine and Tales from the Waves.

Once you give your approval, I will place an order for the remaining volumes of all three book collections.

✿ ⚘

My lord,

We have received the garments commissioned for your wife. She seemed pleased with your gift, even going so far as to change into one of the dresses. Specifically, it was the lavender corset gown with off-shoulder puff sleeves.

Later, I overheard the staff praising her—a common topic of discussion, if I may add. This time, their compliments revolved around her physical appearance and your love for one another. They continue to serve her with utmost devotion.

Attached is a candid photograph of Lady ______ in the aforementioned gown.

✿ ⚘

My lord,

During my morning rounds, I discovered a Cryo Whopperflower two yards north of your residence. It was immediately eliminated, and I dispatched agents to eliminate any remaining monsters within the woods.

I have Private Hercyna’s confirmation that your estate has been purged of all potential dangers to Lady ______. She continues to enjoy her morning strolls.

✿ ⚘

My lord,

Lady ______ has reorganized her personal library. The servants offered their help, but she insisted on lifting the books and climbing the ladder by herself. Nonetheless, I remained by her side in case of an accident.

Afterwards, she reread Heart of Clear Springs. She then requested a shipment of Dandelion Wine and ingredients native to Mondstadt.

✿ ⚘

My lord,

I have a serious matter to discuss with you.

This afternoon, your wife requested a cup of Love Poem tea. It was served in the living room, and the maid tripped while holding the tray.

I was able to keep the hot tea from splashing all over Lady ______, but she was visibly shaken. Even after I confirmed that neither of us had been scalded, she went upstairs and spent the rest of the day in her bedroom. She explicitly ordered a cold beverage for dinner.

I can only imagine the traumatic memories that resurfaced, based on the personal information you have disclosed to me.

From what I saw, it was purely an accident though that does not excuse Lady ______’s distress. I also had the tea checked for any poisons that could be absorbed through the skin.

Attached is the personal file of the offender. Their punishment is at your discretion.

Rest assured, there will be no repeat of this incident.

✿ ⚘

My lord,

Lady ______ has received your package from Natlan.

The flowers arrived in perfect condition. She spent the most time admiring the Brilliant Chrysanthemums.

She cried while reading your letter.

✿ ⚘

My lord,

Lady ______ finished preserving her previous batch of flowers.

I was also told that she needs a new notebook for her collection, as her current notebook only has a few blank pages left.

She suggested a trip to the local bookstore upon your return.

✿ ⚘

My lord,

At the time I am writing this report, Lady ______’s letter should be en route to Natlan, along with the flowers she preserved for you.

After she gave me the sealed envelope, I checked the trashcan and noticed a crumpled sheet of stationery.

Given the circumstances, I chose not to read it. Instead, I have enclosed the stationery in my report, so that you may be the one to check if there are any secret codes or messages.

-

I hope you like the laurestine. I think it turned out better than the other flowers.

After your mission, what do you want to do? We haven’t traveled to Fontaine yet. The  botanical gardens should be in bloom next season. Or if you want, we can just stay at home. I’m fine with anything.

Please take care of yourself. And tell me if the mission has to be extended.

I miss you.

♡

Read Artifact Set for Capitano’s letter <3

Aahhh I still can’t believe we’ve finally made it to Capitano’s in-game debut. So much has happened since A Winter Night’s Lazzo, and I can’t wait to write more Capitano x Damsel once his lore is available (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

Lastly, I just want to give a shoutout to my beta-reader @diodellet, my mutuals (you know who you are), and my readers!! I rlly appreciate your presence over the years, and thank you for enjoying my work :’>

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[warmilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

DC x Pjo

I got this idea from another Tumblr post and I'm pretty new so, ion know how to tag and stuff, pls tell me

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"So... My mom just disappeared?" A little 6 year old (Name) asks Alfred about her mom

Alfred turned back like he was reminiscing "The Gala was for three nights, the first night she mesmerized all, the second night she befriended everyone, the third night she slept with your father"

.....

"then she disappeared, then you were dropped on our little doorstep! We were skeptical at first then we DNA tested you, you're Bruce's kid so you are the Wayne Manor's baby! And you and your Daddy are one big happy family"

That was lie. That a big lie

You know Alfred was just trying to make you feel better

It wasn't working.

________________________

You feel like shit, they look so fucking happy, for years and years have passed, your 12 now for God sake

Every year a new family photo was taken and as the years pass more and more people are added to the photos

And the phrase "the more the merrier was always said to you" like they were trying to drill it into your head, but it seemed like every year, you were being pushed farther and farther back into the photos till you're barely noticeable

It sucks at home and it sucks at school, at home at least you only had Damian to worry about, he would torture and bully you, remind you of how unloved and unwanted you were here, but at school?

It was everyone.

It doesn't help how you're unable to focus that much either, always getting called by teachers when you're not paying attention, and then them ridiculing you

Also, with the fact that your entire family are vigilantes except you.

Except you, you tried, and you were good at it, the problem was, why did it seem like a lot of villains were after you

So you were stuck at the manor

"hello" a woman inside the Manor spoke

This shocked you, she looked too old to be another kid adopted by that... But you can't be too sure

"new kid?" You asked

She seemed taken aback, but then it was like a veil was lifted and she transformed into this ew

Wtf did she just turn into?

Suddenly she had this donkey leg and snake tongue and fire for hair, her eyes slit and she hissed at you

Then she attacked

"OH WHAT THE FUCK"

With no weapon and no Alfred in hand, you ran

She ran after you and lit the hallways on fire in the process

You ran fast and far, to the outskirts of the mansion and straight into the garden, now when you thought your day could not get ANYMORE weirder, a voice calls out in the bushes

"I knew it! I knew you were a half-blood!I wasn't sure, but now I am!" You turn around and see a full ass tree transform into a beautiful lady

You're sure that Gotham Prep once talked about the side effects of drugs, and even if you haven't taken any drugs, you feel the side effects

"don't be scared, I'm a nymph! Me and my friends will help you run away from the empousa!" She grabbed me and threw me in the lake

A hand grabs you and pulls you further underwater, as much as you struggled, the hand kept pulling you and pulling you till your deep and then changed direction

Like you guys were heading somewhere, it felt like days, the hands alternating, first hands were blue and the lady whom the hands belonged too sounded worried, second hands were green, the lady was surprised

Third hand was light bluish purple, she expressed concern and kept pulling

The last hand was of human skin tone, pulling you up to shore

"Sir Chiron! There's a camper! The Naiads bought her here! Sir Chiron!"

He turns to look at you a bit worried, he looked from 13-14

He said "My name is Percy Jackson, and yours?"

_________________

Empousa: haha an unsuspecting demigod!

(Name) thinking that Bruce adopted another one: new kid?

Empousa: :o

_______________

Who do y'all think (Name)'s mom is?

Also the lack of Batfam dialogue is meant to represent their neglectful behavior, too bad their not gonna have a kid to return to

[stellari-s]

༊*·˚ 冬の深夜、凍った星が光った。

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[euryd-ce]

⚘ HEAVY RAIN

PAIRING: Yandere! Rosemary! Grace x GN! Reader

CW: Implied Kidnapping, Murder, Violence, Yandere

NOTE: I used (Name), but if you'd like to stick with the theme of Bélóstáin's flower code names no one's stopping you ^^

Whatever plans you had for the day, getting drenched and taking refuge underneath a large tree wasn't one of them. Your predicament could've been easily avoided, that is, if only you'd listened.

The weather forecast should have told you enough, and if you couldn't be persuaded that way, your friends' quick change of plans and warnings should have done the job. But you were hard-headed, and you wanted to make the most out of this trip by exploring every nook and cranny there was around Bélóstáin.

"I'll just take a quick walk!" you'd told your friends, only to let your feet carry you so far away that by the time thunder began rolling in the distance, you could only curse under your breath.

But by a stroke of luck, a grumpy man in blue came to your rescue. At least, that's what you wanted to think. You couldn't quite tell if he was there to mock your pitiful state or to escort you back to the lodgings. Either way, he seemed annoyed at something, or someone for that matter.

Dahlia, you figured from the flower he wore, cleared his throat before speaking with the most unamused eyes and gritted teeth. "The Oracle invites you to stay in her humble abode."

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, and you recalled the pamphlet you'd read earlier in the morning explicitly stating that she was not to be disturbed. "What? really?"

"Just- follow me." He sighed, extending an arm, and muttering. "You're lucky that she seemed to be in a good enough mood to let an outsider like you into her residence..."

The castle was far larger than any building you'd seen around the island–even the abandoned manor that rested behind the mountains. It intimidated you, to say the least, and you felt more like a trespasser than a welcome guest.

"You!-" Dahlia furiously pointed at the tall masked man once you both arrived around the entrance, but he was silenced at the sight of a purple petal.

"It's a pleasure seeing you here, (Name)." He gracefully bowed, purposefully ignoring Dahlia, and causing him to angrily stomp away with his umbrella.

"I can just wait here, really." you fiddled with your fingers, looking at the muddy mess you'd made on the outdoor flooring. "I greatly appreciate the Oracle's generosity but-"

As if on cue, the low creaking of the large wooden doors interrupted you, and noiselessly peeking out of it was the Oracle herself.

You gulped.

Dinner was quiet, excluding the sounds of trees tapping against the window due to the harsh wind or the pitter pattering of the rain. And as it turned out, you'd have to stay far longer than you thought. The storm's conditions only worsened, so the Oracle–or Rosemary as she'd insisted–was considerate enough to let you stay the night in one of the guest rooms.

You declined at first, with much respect of course. Making an inconvenience in the life of such a revered figure was the last thing you wished to happen, and your friends were surely worried about you by now. But she shook her head and quickly jotted down what she wanted to say on a notepad.

"The rain and winds are too strong for you to resist with just an umbrella. Tell them tomorrow."

"It's really fine, I-" The sound of lightning striking the ground outside startled you. It was getting irritating–that everything seemed so deliberately planned, that even the forces of nature seemed to play along.

"Ah- I... alright..." you meekly agreed, accepting defeat.

Unsurprisingly, even the guest room was lavish. Nothing less was to be expected coming from the private estate of the uncrowned queen of Bélóstáin, after all. The view from one of the balconies surely would've made a wonderful sight had it not been for the heavy rain–you reckoned you could see the lodgings from it on a clear sunny day.

"This isn't so bad... right?" you sighed and blankly stared at the ceiling before drifting away and into your slumber.

You awoke to the sound of the heavy rain.

The storm didn't seem like it was going to die down any sooner, and knowing how insistent Rosemary could be, she'd likely invite–or more so demand–that you stay within her residence until the unforgiving weather were to finally dissipate.

Not that you weren't grateful, you wouldn't dare be, especially when you'd unintentionally interrupted the already busy Oracle of Bélóstáin. But something felt wrong about the special treatment you'd recieved, like it was simply a means of having your attention directed elsewhere, like eventually, the Oracle would never allow you to leave, even when the weather would eventually calm down.

Alas, it was simply a gut feeling, but who was to say that gut feelings only brought up the impossible?

As much as it was tempting to remain on the comfort of the bed, you'd managed to resist. After getting changed, you made your way to the door, but to your surprise, it wouldn't budge open. You tried peeking underneath it, but there was nothing blocking its way from the other side. Then again, there was also the possibility that you just missed something as the space was too small for you to take a proper look. Forcing the door open would only put you at risk for damaging Rosemary's property, so you concluded that it'd been locked from the other side.

But why?

You heard a voice coming from outside, so you took a look down from the balcony and saw two figures–Rosemary and Dahlia, the former holding an umbrella and the latter holding a shovel; he was drenched in the rain. They were standing by three mounds of dirt, all of which had flowers growing over them.

At first, you figured that the Oracle was just tending to a little garden, but you let out a gasp and your hand flew over your mouth when you saw an arm, then eventually the upper half of what looked like (Friend Name) desperately trying to crawl out of the mound and screaming inaudible words into the rain. From what you'd seen, their body was riddled with cuts and their eye had been pierced by one of the flowers, but you couldn't bear to watch any longer, so you turned away from the scene, sitting with your back resting on the railings.

'(Friend Name)?!' you could only hear the sound of your panicked heart. 'Was that (Friend Name)?! What are they doing here?! Where is everyone else?!'

You fearfully looked down from the balcony again.

Everything was back in place. There was no (Friend Name) crawling out of the mound nor was there any sign of struggle out of it, like nothing had happened at all, and like your paranoia had simply rehearsed the entire scene so realisticly. But Rosemary's blank stare told you the contrary, that you'd just witnessed an attempted murder.

She quickly signed a message to Dahlia, who just as immediately dropped the shovel before making his way out of your view. She looked back up at you before putting a finger over her lips, mouthing a "shhh".

Within seconds, the door to your room burst open, and Dahlia frantically bolted to you whilst fumbling open a messy note. He looked more terrified than as angry as when you'd last seen him, but your face fell when you understood why.

'RUN, THE PLANTS ARE HER EYES AND HER EARS, YOUR FRIENDS, THEY'RE UNDERGROUND, BURIED ALIVE, BY ROSEMARY. SHE WANTS TO-' were all you properly read before blood splattered over the crumpled note in your hands.

You looked at Dahlia, but to your horror, blood dripped out of his mouth and he'd been impaled by a rose-gold spear. Behind him stood none other than Rosemary herself, who looked heartbroken at your frightened face.

Jumping off the balcony was your only choice of escape, and although you were more likely to die than to survive and run away, you took your chances; however, Rosemary followed with no hesitation whatsoever. She caught you right before your impact on the ground, but began strangling you in an attempt to make you pass out.

You struggled to breathe, and your vision was already getting blurry, but you swore, moments before you fell unconscious, you heard the familiar voice of (Friend Name), and a warning hoarsely uttered too late.

"(Name).... run.."

'you weren't supposed to see that, you- but i had no choice...' rosemary finally let go of your neck and was relieved to know that you weren't dead. '(name), i- we can still have our happy ending, can't we...? you'll forget about it... for me, won't you?'

not a response was heard, as she wept in the heavy rain.

[mariewriting]

GN reader

Warnings:Mild possessiveness, observation.

Notes;None

Yandere platonic! Galatea, Grace, Yidhra, Mary and Michiko with a child! reader who is afraid of them.

Galatea Claude

Sisterly affection.

Galatea simply doesn't care if you are afraid of her, she tries to get closer to you. Only because she saw in you a tenderness, a sister's tenderness.

Even if she doesn't care much for the fact that you are afraid of her, she still finds herself a little bit, will try to make you lose your fear. Whether it is by giving little handmade gifts or just showing a little affection.

She does all this. Because remembering the affection she didn't have in her childhood, and looking at you, a child, makes her want to hold you and care for you like a sister does.

She will make you lose your fear.

She just wants to hold you and never let go. Like a sister.

Grace

Sisterly affection.

Grace is very disappointed to find out that you are afraid of her.

Grace can't think of any reason why you should be afraid of her. But she will accept it.

She won't be on top of you all the time, but she will make sure that you are okay. Even if you don't like her presence very much.

Grace views you with a fondness, a platonic fondness. It was the first time Grace felt comfortable in the presence of a human, a human child.

Even if you are always afraid of her presence.

Grace also feels the desire to protect you, because of her troubled past, and is very afraid of you seeing humans, afraid that they will do the same thing they did to her.

Grace will protect you, like a sister.

Yidhra

Motherly affection.

I think Yidhra would be amused to see you afraid of her. She thinks it's funny about how desperate you are to see one of her followers following you. But Yidhra would feel a little, I say, a little guilty. But she has no regrets.

Even though Yidhra is sadistic with everyone, she takes it easy on you. She doesn't scare you so much, and if you get too scared, she just stops what she's doing.

Yidhra is incredibly affectionate to you, even though you have never actually seen her before.

She sends her followers to deliver things for you, be it strangely strange things that you have never seen or heard of. You didn't even know what it was, and you didn't care.

Yidhra would feel a great platonic affection for you, and I dare say it is a maternal affection. But she is very strange, so I can't decide if she has a maternal or platonic affection for you.

She really thinks you are a very interesting child.

You always feel someone watching you when you are sleeping.

Michiko

Motherly affection.

If Michiko realizes that you are afraid of her because of her Prajna form, Michiko will try to spend less time in Prajna form, and more time in beauty form. In the hope that you will lose your fear.

Michiko will try to show more affection, and spend more time with you.

Michiko feels an enormous maternal love blooming in her heart at the sight of you, because in her mind, you are her child. Even if you are not of blood.

If you start to lose your fear, Michiko would feel very victorious. And she will be smiling all day long. Even after losing a match.

She will treat you as her child, sometimes even asking you to call her Mom, and if you do, she would be smiling and proud for the rest of the day.

Michiko will protect you, no matter what.

Mary

Motherly affection.

Mary would feel a little offended when she realized that you are afraid of her.

However, Mary doesn't know why you were afraid of her, and wouldn't even try to pressure you to tell. Because she knew that it's not nice to be forced to talk or do anything.

Mary thinks you are an adorable child, who feels like taking you out of that game

Mary would try to show more affection. Either with words or with gestures. She also wouldn't be the type to be too clingy like Michiko, but she's not that distant either.

She keeps wondering what such a young child is doing in such a horrible game.

Mary would feel a great deal of maternal affection toward you, which is no surprise to anyone. When Mary gets a chance, she gives you a long hug, which lasts about three minutes. And you come out of it much calmer.

[ever-is-typing]

Hewwo~

Mind giving me some yandere halberd of silence Grace hcs?

note: oh ho ho, the first yandere request 😳 and a skin request too?! two birds with one stone bbyyyyyyy ☺✨

also fair warning: these hcs will feature a variety of uncomfy topics, including but not limited to- obsessive behavior, sadistic behavior, mention of drowning, mention of death, mention of/forced participation in a sacrificial ceremony. (and please for the love of God don't romanticize these sorts of relationships they're very harmful and abusive (but I'm sure yall are smart enough to know that) k thanks ♡)

🐠🐚Yandere! Halberd of Silence! Grace (Naiad)🐚🐠 relationship headcanons

• in this AU, Grace is a goddess of the ocean- so, in your small fishing village on the edge of the sea, she is revered as such

• you grew up partaking in numerous celebrations meant to honour her- festivals, feasts, the works

• Grace would usually watch on as these events took place- that might be how she first noticed you.

• there was something about you that stood out as alluring immediately. something she couldn't quite understand

• despite being a mere human... everything about you looked so... ethereal.

• and like that, she was hooked (pun intended lmfao)

• so she continued observing you.

• she would watch you while you worked with your family, hauling nets of fish onto land to scale them and gut them and sell them...

• she found herself growing hot whenever you'd jump onto a boat with your father to go fishing.

• seeing you within her domain was... arousing, in plainest terms.

• sometimes, you swear that you can see the silhouette of a woman shimmering beneath the waves.

• not only that, but when you have your back to the water, sometimes you feel gentle breathing trailing down from your ear up to your neck-

• you've just chalked it up to paranoia as a coping mechanism.

• Grace made sure to always bless your fish harvests whenever you were present with the other fisherpeople-

• a silent gift to you from your benevolent and adoring goddess.

• soon enough, others had taken note of all of the fish you'd haul in on a daily basis

• they called you blessed- chosen by the legendary goddess to bring fortune to the village.

• and, soon enough, you were being called on by dozens of villagers on the daily-

• be it to bless crops or harvests, they all thought you were to act as Grace's chosen mouthpiece

• and naturally, that sort of pressure got to you real quick. you were nothing of the sort! you just wanted to live a quiet, humble life with your family!

• and that aching feeling of being watched never ceased.

• so perhaps one night you ran away to the shore to be alone.

• and perhaps that is when the goddess begins to feel particularly confident-

• confident enough to reveal herself to you, her beloved mortal.

• she would confess to everything. stalking watching over you, blessing you, being positively enamored by you...

• you were absolutely horrified. but she was quick to reassure you! she did it all out of love, so it was okay!

• she saw how much stress you were facing in your village, and seeing her darling undergo such turmoil made her heart ache.

• so she would extend her divine hand to you. she would offer you everything your heart desired- power, status, riches...

• ...so long as you were to join her in the depths, to stay by her side and to worship her for eternity.

• she didn't know why you looked so scared. a goddess was confessing her undying love for you! you should have been honoured! throwing yourself to her feet, not hesitating to give yourself to her immediately!

• but, you did none of those things.

• instead, you... you ran away. like some little coward!

• Grace might feel distraught at first. upset, even. but that wouldn't last long before she got angry.

• Grace, despite her otherwise docile and benevolent behavior, is still a goddess of the sea, and something to be feared.

• and after her will is rejected? by a human, the very creatures who were meant to abide by her every wish?

• you can bet your ass she was enraged.

• from then on, your village faced a merciless deprivation of food. fish would turn rotten as soon as they were caught, and the once fruitful crops all deteriorated and crumbled to dust in an instant.

• no one could eat anything- and, over time, people began to die. if not by the means of starvation, then through their own despair to leave the village and be caught in the hurricane.

• oh yeah, the hurricane. forgot abt that

• the storm flooded and destroyed everything. it wrecked buildings, ruined homes, and many people who desperately tried to escape the carnage met their ends at a watery grave.

• despite it all, though, you were kept alive. Grace wanted you to see what your defiance had caused.

• this was a punishment for you- she wanted to see you hurt for going against her.

• after two weeks of this merciless onslaught, the villagers grew very angry with you.

• "Why is the goddess doing this to us, Y/N?! What did we do wrong?!"

• and of course you knew why. but you couldn't say- not without humiliating yourself and wracking yourself with guilt further.

• but, as I said, the villagers were desperate. they wanted this suffering to end, and, at this point, they didn't need an explanation.

• if you couldn't perform your duties as a prophet, perhaps you never were one at all- which justified everything they were about to do next.

• you were taken from your home late at night. you kicked, you screamed, you sobbed, but your pleas for mercy fell upon deaf ears.

• the villagers had to appease the goddess somehow- perhaps through the end of your life they could find peace.

• and, as you were tossed into the sea, thrashing and screaming for air, the last thing you saw... was the shimmering silhouette of a woman.

"To defy me was foolish, my love... not that it matters. Willing or not, I will have you in the end."

- Yandere! Halberd of Silence! Grace ⚔⚔

[little-yandere-ish-blog]

Yandere Werewolf Allies falling in love with a curious water nymph darling.

For those who do not know, a water nymph(Naiads) is a female water spirit. Usually living in bodies of freshwater such as fountains, streams, etc. usually more flowing freshwater bodies. They are considered minor goddesses in a way, they are related to human sort of like cousins. they can travel anywhere with water, the greeks believed water was connected so they believed these nymphs could travel wherever freshwater was present.

AMERICA

how you met: You were such a foolish girl to surface when he was around. As they say curiosity killed the cat. Alfred was amazed to see you especially when you were just seeing what he was. Surely, this must of meant something. Its not everyday the gods reward his eyes with such a beautiful sight as yourself! He visits you every single day, making conversation hoping at least his human form was good natured enough to make you feel something!

how he takes you: Eventually this isn't enough for him- he needs you with him at all times, once you notice this possessive nature of his you backed away from all advances making him angry. So he tricks you into coming with him...he puts you in a fountain. Its a small fountain... however you couldn't exactly leave, he made sure there was no other freshwater around.

Little things: He visits you everyday and he makes sure he builds his den around the fountain and makes sure he keeping an eye on you at all times, he treats you like a spouse and makes sure you're comfortable as possible, don't worry once you earn his trust he will take you to large bodies of running water and keep an eye on you. He will find ways to keep you within his sights and clutches. If you do run.....lets say it wont be real pretty.

ENGLAND

how you met: He met you because he was bathing and he ran into you. He found an interest in you when you were curious and asking him questions about who he is. He visited you every so often-he gave you gifts and brought you thing from the deep of the woods- He would tell you stories of his adventures. He fell deep in love with you, the biggest mistake you made was waiting for him everyday to tell you stories and to bring you gifts because those would be your deep debt to him and he wants something in return. (your love i mean).

how he takes you: Like Alfred he manages to trick you to go with him to this cool ass fountain. Its more of a pound he dug and built himself the only running water is when it rains and shit. there is lily pads and aquatic life but....nothing to connect you to other bodies of water- you are trapped in the little pond he made, oh and by the way he did put some water monsters in there to drag you out in case you are misbehaving- they are his personal pets in a way and you sure as hell aren’t getting out of there until you learn to love him and only him.

Little things: He still brings you gifts and new aquatic friends so you aren’t lonely, when you are bad he punishes you by drying you out and making you unable to reach water until you are near the brink of death before he puts you back in. Its a real mind fuck sometimes. He really loves you and like Alfred he wants control over you and for you to become independent on him and only him. 

FRANCE

how you met: He and you met when you were collecting shiny things in the water and resurfaced meeting a werewolf who was also interested in the shiny things. He found you shiny things in the woods and you found shiny things in the water and you two bonded over finding new and interesting things. You had brought gifts to each other every single day. You both got a sense of what the underwater world was and the over world. Francis felt this was a classic love story of 2 opposite lovers coming together.  

how he takes you: He doesn't take you but more of coaxes you to come with him and be together, he give you accommodations of whatever you please! He wants to make sure you are taken care of! He just loves and adore you so much he just wants to make sure you feel loved and cared for. Even if he took you he would call it ‘whisking you away’. No Francis you are dragging them out of the water you weirdo.

Little things: He makes the most of things. He isn’t a harsh yandere just a delusional one at that. He Tends to be day dreamy and He enjoys your company very much:)

(I don’t know the others writing these can be hard at times i know i took a long break- aaaaa ill figure it out for now this is part 1)

[seawitch62]

Give him all your attention!

Yandere

Implied sex

Word count 712

^Narcissus stares at his reflection, while his rejected suitor, Echo, looks on. The son of the river god Cephissus and the naiad, or nymph, Liriope, it was said that Narcissus would live to old age, if he never looked at himself. He had gained many female admirers, entranced by his beauty, but he rejected them all. One of them, Echo, was so upset by his rejection that she withdrew from the world to waste away. All that was left of her was a whisper. It was heard by the goddess Nemesis, who, in response, made Narcissus fall in love with his own reflection, at which he stared until he died. A narcissus flowered in his absence.^ (History today).

            •^Narcissus^•

"Makeup remover wipes? Seriously?" Disbelief and annoyance colour her curt tone.

Kim Young Kyun, who will from henceforth be known as Hwiyoung. He has gone too far this time! She tells herself, I'm not dealing with his rules nor his dominant chauvinist behaviour. Handing the offensive wipes back to Hwiyoung, "go to hell" and with that slams the door shut. "Open this door" he growls "now!".  Heartbeat racing at an alarming rate, ignoring his demands, adamantly holding her ground, "you will regret this my petal!" He snarls at the door, after a moment she can hear his retreating footsteps.  Shaking with fright she breathes a sigh of relief.

How did I let it get to this? Because I'm weak! She mutters.

Weak and pathetic! He is stubborn guy, determined once he has set a course nothing or no one will allow him to deviate. Attractive, yes he is and he knows it! I'm a damn fool! But I did it and I ended it!

He plays her like a musical instrument she tells herself especially in the bedroom where beautiful music notes play. He is a very giving and demanding lover and stamina, sighing. Romantic  and loyal, the candlelit dinners were dreamy. So when did it all go down the drain? Stubbornness and perseverance once he made his mind up nothing and I mean nothing could change his view. Territorial when did that start, oh when I smiled at the barista thanking him for the coffee. Jealous of any time spent not with him, possessive hell yeah, "you are mine!" "Remember you belong to me!". Exciting at first but after a while completely and utterly draining. 

"Are you deliberately trying to get all the bees in the room to pollinate your flower?" Remembering how he took my hand and stormed out of the party. "Wow" he's lost the plot! What was he  thinking? The outfit  covered all  appropriately.

Catching him going through my phone and having the audacity to tell me it's his right. Telling me what to wear the relationship was fizzing out, I really liked him but really? Buying clothes for me to wear when I was out in public, my Grandmother would and could wear those items, then the sexy lingerie which was for his eyes only.  Demanding that when I'm with him one hundred percent of attention falls on him, him alone. Now no makeup, it's just too much. "I do not belong to him!".

♤

Some time passes and not a word from Hwiyoung,  relief and surprise, thinking he might have tried to mend things or at least communicate. Maybe he also came to this realization that this is for the best. 

A delivery, anticipation, wonder what is ? Who sent it?

The white box with a gold ribbon inside three white roses in full bloom, underneath is a red flag.

The note reads "You should have not waved the red flag" cryptic?

Hwiyoung! 

The scent of the roses  is alluring and intoxicating, their fragrance begging her to come closer and inhale their perfume drawing her ever closer.

Vertigo strikes, dizziness, the room spinning.

" I have to sit down".

■

Senses alert realization that this is not Kansas anymore!, hysteria grips. Where am I? It appears to be a greenhouse!.

Hwiyoung appears from nowhere, his smile menacing.

"Ahh my beautiful flower in my own personal garden!"

"What?"

"My petal, when you can  learn to obey the rules, look only at me! When you admit you belong to me and me alone! I may grant you your freedom!".

[chinchillinbb]

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞

rating: t warnings: strong language, yandere themes, waxing poetic except i'm not good at soft poetry word count: 1912 requested: no summary: a retelling of the story of daphne and apollo.

(Y/n) was a river nymph, a naiad, feared by most all beasts. They guarded their father’s sacred river and were proficient with both javelin and sword. They were as lovely as the Charites, three goddesses of beauty and grace, with (h/l), (h/c) hair, and (e/c) eyes that glimmered to rival the purest of gems. It was said they were blessed by Athena with their wit and wisdom. All in all, they could only be described as a headstrong, with hardly anyone to keep them in check regularly.

Unfortunately, around the same time, Apollo was feuding with Eros, mocking him for being among the younger of the gods, and using archery to create love instead of defeat enemies. Apollo was crafted with thick, black curls, honeyed skin, and, aptly enough, golden eyes like the sun. “What are you doing with that, kid? You’ll poke your eye out,” Apollo chuckled. “You might want to leave the fighting and weapons to the more skilled, who actually know what to use them for, instead of shooting people with love.” Eros narrowed his eyes and spit out, “Apollo, if you’re so sure my arrows are harmless, then I suppose I'm forced to prove the contrary.”

While Apollo was scoffing and ignoring Eros’ warning, Eros was plotting against him. Eros decided that he would shoot Apollo with a golden arrow, and a river nymph with a lead arrow. The particular nymph he chose was named (Y/n), and they already had a stern dislike for sexual and romantic relations, having taken strongly after Apollo’s sister Artemis instead. They expected that if they gave in to their father’s pleas for a son-in-law to continue ruling when he died, and finally accepted a spouse, they would lose most of their freedom. Besides the point, nymphs were generally immortal compared to humans. So long as (Y/n)’s river flowed, (Y/n) would live.

Eros’ golden arrow would make Apollo madly obsessed with them, and the lead arrow would only further (Y/n)’s hatred for him. Apollo would be forever courting them unless he apologized to Eros and begged for his help, which would be satisfying, to say the least, for the love god, and humbling at most for Apollo. Eros struck in the night when Apollo was asleep, and put his plan in place.

The next day, Apollo woke and sailed his chariot across the sky in his usual routine, distracted by thoughts of a river nymph he had flirted with the evening before. He couldn’t think of anything but them, their strong (s/c) legs, their smooth back exposed by their robes, their nourished, (h/c) hair. He went to visit (Y/n)’s river, in the hopes that he’d find them. And find them he did, as they were filling a vase with water.

He landed behind them, making them shoot up and grab their javelin from leaning on the tree before relaxing a little, seeing it was Apollo. Pursing their lips with a strained smile, more like a grimace, they forced out, “To what do I owe the honor, my lord?” (Y/n) had always tried to be civil with him, considering they took after his sister and wouldn’t want to displease her. Don’t be fooled, it was certainly not for Apollo. (Y/n) viewed him as nothing more than a man with loose morals, and in their eyes, he was untrustworthy and brash.

Apollo’s breath hitched in his chest at the sight of them. He had never seen a more beautiful nymph in his life, and that was saying something when it came to Apollo. He plastered on a confident smirk and leaned against a tree. “Oh, nothing, I just thought I saw a star on earth. I was mistaken, it’s only a lovely naiad.” (Y/n) was not impressed, and deadpanned at the thought of being involved with Apollo. “Thank you, my lord, but compliments are unnecessary and futile. I have no interest in companionship, and would prefer to stay with my river.”

Apollo’s smirk faltered for just a moment, before it fell to a frown as he said, “Pretty naiad, why do you hate me so?” (Y/n) stiffened. If they answered truthfully and said because the worms beneath their feet had stricter ethical boundaries, they could invoke his wrath and get turned into a sheep for his flock, but if they lied, they could be leading him on. In the end, they decided to twist their words and say, “My lord, I do not hate you, per se, not specifically. I just don’t feel the need for a lover, and fear that I might lose my freedom being chained to another person.”

Apollo, dejected, climbed back into his chariot. He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips, saying, “My love, I will return tomorrow to try again. I do hope you think about me fondly, and that your answer might change by tomorrow.” As he flew off, a frustrated scream that could be heard above a waterfall resounded through the trees.

(Y/n) stomped through the forest to their father, Peneus, a river god. Marching into his home, they pointed a finger at him and exclaimed, “Dad, you have to do something, and I mean right now. A man keeps coming around, a god in fact. I’m sure you know of him. Apollo. I thought we had agreed that I didn’t have to marry if I didn’t want to!” Peneus startled, a wrinkled, soft old man, seemingly worn down like a river stone. “My lovely child, what are you talking about?” He tilted his head and said, “I haven’t contacted any suitors since you asked me not to.”

(Y/n)’s face fell, and they apologized for yelling at him, “It's not your fault then. I'm really sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to blow up like that.” They wrapped their arms around him and sighed. “What am I supposed to do about this? I mean, he says he'll be back tomorrow, but Dad, he's worse than a pig! He does nothing but fool around and shirk his responsibilities.” Peneus chuckled and said, “Dear, there has never been an obstacle you couldn’t overcome. You are as wise as Athena, blessed, even. I have complete faith you will figure it out, but I am here to help you if you need it.” As (Y/n) walked out of their father’s temple, their head hung low. They didn't have a clue what to do, besides tend to the river’s wildlife and wait for Apollo to come back. Arriving at the river, they were taken aback by numerous jars of perfumes and oils, even one with a cream for their skin. They groaned and got in the river, sinking below the warm waters at the shore to bathe.

When they got out, they picked a vase at random and found a sweet smelling perfume within. Dabbing their neck and wrists with it, they then settled in for another night of watching the river and protecting it from men who would seek to desecrate it.

Come morning, as promised, Apollo came down grinning, yelling across the river, “Hello, my lovely nymph! How did you like the gifts I brought you?” (Y/n) hummed, their suspicions confirmed. Today, there was something different about Apollo’s grin, something wolfish. His eyes latched onto their every move like a falcon hunting a dove. He stalked across the river, which might have seemed normal in any other situation.

Meanwhile, Apollo was locked onto his target. Similarly, yet twisted, he thought they were as pure as a dove, or sacrificial lamb, all offered up for him. He relished in the slight fear in their beautiful eyes, and the way they froze like a gazelle at the sight of him. He absentmindedly wondered what it would be like to see them swathed in sunlight, in his element.

(Y/n), unfortunately for Apollo, viewed him not as someone in love with them, but as an enemy. And they did not bow to anyone. Mustering up their courage, they stalked over to him, feeling small in comparison to the aura of a god. Their (e/c) eyes were as sharp and rough as raging white waves, and their movements as swift as their river. “Apollo. I beg your forgiveness, but I do not return your feelings. The gifts were lovely, but I’d like to make clear that I will never love you. You are simply not trustworthy, and frankly, your ethics disgust me. I’d like for you to leave, and never come back.”

Apollo quite obviously did not take kindly to these words, and instead started glaring and setting fire to the trees around him like an unkind dry heat. He marched towards them, snarling like some wild animal, as (Y/n) rethought their false bravery and turned around to run away. As they ran through the trees, (Y/n) could hear him, feel his heat, constantly nipping at their heels like some sheepdog controlling their flock. They forced themselves to go faster, trembling and unwilling to become a lamb for him to control. They were right all along, and entertaining romantic feelings is what put them in this situation.

Apollo took his time, knowing they'd tire out eventually. He knew he had overreacted, but couldn’t they see they were meant to be together? It was a perfect fit: their cool, watery domain as opposed to his fiery, hot sun. And he knew they were a lovely singer; their voice was all he could think about! He had spied on them from the trees before approaching them, and their little musings while they played with the minnows were divine! If anything, in his mind, they overreacted. Looking to the heavens, he begged Eros to help him catch up to them.

While Apollo was obsessing over their every feature, (Y/n) stopped to rest a little, praying to their father and remembering his promise of help if they needed it, and oh, did they need it. Looking behind them and seeing him approach, they cried, “Dad, please, help me! Change my body! It got me into this mess and I hate it, please, save me from this man!” And at that, Peneus heard them and answered their cry for help, as their limbs got heavier mid run, and bark encapsulated their chest. Their hair became leaves, their arms became branches, and their foot, just now running, clings to the earth as a root. Their leaves brushed the water, and with a final creak, it was done. They had been changed into a laurel tree.

Apollo, despite (Y/n)’s fear of him and wish for him to leave them forever, simply could not. He felt he had to honor them, for even as a tree, they were the loveliest he had ever seen. “My love, my (Y/n), I will honor you forever. From this day forward, your leaves will adorn my hair like a crown, and I will make my lyres and bows out of your wood. The arrows in my quiver will come from only your branches, as a blessing, not to you, but me. You will be here for Rome’s rise to glory, and your leaves will be their crown as well. You can never lose your foliage, for it is beautiful and I cannot bear to see it go with Persephone in the winter.”

In the end, that was how the bay laurel tree came about, and to this day, Apollo treats Eros with respect, and wears a laurel crown. He remembers (Y/n) fondly, and although he will miss their nourished, (h/c) locks, their leaves are even softer. (a/n: discord is here)

[naiadere]

billowing waves

masterlist

survivors

perfumer ; vera nair

euphoria (yandere! mnemosyne’s dream perfumer headcanons)

hunters

sculptor ; galatea claude

sculpting chisel (yandere! sculptor headcanons)

naiad ; grace

at the water’s edge (yandere! naiad x gn! reader)

[jessamine-rose]

✿⚘❁⚘❀ Astilbe ❀⚘❁⚘✿

Fufufu after all these months, here’s another Herbarium epilogue with more dark fluff and comfort. It was nostalgic to write for Capitano and his darling again (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, psychological trauma, Stockholm Syndrome

♡ 1.2k words under the cut ♡

The astilbe’s beauty has faded.

The pressed flowers are only a phantom of the radiant clusters you picked weeks ago. The petals have lost their brilliance. The feathery plumes have been reduced to flat shapes.

This is a natural consequence of preservation, one which occurs to all of your flowers. So why do you feel particularly mournful for the astilbe?

Maybe the flowers aren’t the problem. Rather, it’s you.

Your wedding ring twinkles on your index finger, an unavoidable sight. The sculpted flowers serve as a constant reminder of your marital status, disregarding the fact that you and your captor never had an official ceremony.

Capitano…what time will he be home? You usually accompany him to Zapolyarny Palace but he decided against it today. Important business, he claimed.

Nonetheless, he treated you so kindly before his departure. He’d given your new guard a stern warning which, even in his formal tone, sounded more like a death threat. You received a soft kiss, some new books, a promise of his immediate return.

Your life has never been happier. So why are you still plagued with your bad days?

You are used to this feeling, the ever-present melancholy which has haunted you even before you met Capitano—those hours spent trapping flowers in your notebook, escaping reality through storybooks, reliving memories better left forgotten. Perhaps it is your subconscious upset with you, the double curse of your self-awareness and resignation.

How can you believe in his love, knowing it is a twisted delusion?

Despite this, you’ve never smiled more since the day you accepted your fate.

Since meeting Capitano, you even remembered how to cry. Compared to your past tears and “tantrums,” the action feels oddly cathartic nowadays. Like a call for help finally answered by your own devoted knight.

The sound of heavy footsteps interrupts your thoughts.

Your husband is home.

The door opens. Capitano enters the room.

“______, is everything well?”

“Capitano.” You leave your desk and meet him halfway. “Did you mi—how was work? You arrived earlier than usual.”

He feels warm. You lean into his embrace, letting him be the first to pull away. His hands remain on your waist.

“The new recruits show potential.” He looks down at you, face hidden by his mask. After a short pause, he adds, “Did you take kindly to Sergeant Naiad?”

“Cyane was all right,” you reply, shrugging. “They just kept quiet and watched me from a distance. They are nothing like Ceres, if that is what you’re asking.”

The change in his tone isn’t lost on you. “That is acceptable. Should they infringe on your personal boundaries, inform me at once.”

Is that even necessary? He already has his spies to monitor your behavior.

Your notebook is still open to the astilbe. Capitano walks over to your desk, keeping one hand on the small of your back.

“I presume that your astilbe has been fully preserved.” He taps the corner of the page, careful not to touch the pink and white flowers.

You make no motion to retrieve it. “Yes. They’re…not as pretty as when I first saw them. Or maybe that’s just my perception.”

He turns to face you. “If you desire more astilbe, we may revisit the botanical garden.”

“No, it’s fine.”

Shouldn’t this be enough? What more must he do for you?

“Which flowers do you want?” You return to your chair, feeling a familiar stab of guilt. “I’ll let you pick first this time.”

“My darling, what troubles you?”

Huh?

Capitano caresses your cheek this time.

“You are in low spirits,” he observes. Anger creeps into his tone, faint yet palpable. “Did you tell me the truth about Sergeant Naiad?”

You quickly nod. “I was! I just feel…it’s nothing, really! Nothing worth your trouble.”

He remains adamant. “I would be an inattentive husband if I fail to care for my wife.”

What kind of expression is on his face? Even with his face concealed, you don’t want to look at him. Anything to prevent him from perceiving your distress.

From your peripheral vision, an image catches your attention—a framed drawing on your desk, illustrated by the same artist who painted the family portrait in your living room.

-

“Such an odd couple,” they muttered.

You had to agree with them. With his mask and fine armor, Capitano was an intimidating subject. You, on the other hand, looked small and delicate in your lacy gown. But your close physical contact left no doubt that the two of you belonged to the same picture.

The artist spent more time on you. They took a while to capture your face, describing your gaze as a dim mystery. You didn’t mind; it meant more time in your husband’s arms.

During a short break, you faced Capitano to chat with him. That was when the artist froze, staring at you with renewed interest. A silent look from the former, however, was all it took for them to fearfully return to their canvas.

The finished portrait came with a small pencil sketch. You were looking at Capitano with bright eyes and a fond smile, unrecognizable even to yourself.

-

“______?” He holds your hand. His own ring twinkles above your interlocked fingers.

“I…It’s not important,” you insist. Despite yourself, you feel your heart racing for reasons not borne from fear. “I’ve dealt with this before. The issue will go away on its own.”

Foolish girl. Since when was your captor one to leave you alone?

Ever the patient man, Capitano kneels down to meet your gaze.

“One word from you, and I will do everything in my power to alleviate your sorrows,” he tells you. The soft declaration is juxtaposed by his firm grasp on your hand. “How could I be at peace when my beloved flower is in pain?”

Words fail you. You stare at your lap, gripping the armrest with your free hand. It is his next words, spoken with quiet resolution, which spell your defeat.

“But if you refuse to smile, that is also acceptable. I will stay by your side regardless.”

You give up.

At first, Capitano tenses when you throw your arms around him. The hesitation which follows—the way he carefully reciprocates your hug, measuring his strength…it only tugs at your heartstrings all the more.

“Thank you,” you whisper. Your eyes feel damp; are you crying? Your tears don’t match your mood at all.

What is there to worry about? Time and time again, your husband has proven his unwavering devotion to you.

Why should you torture yourself with the truth of your marriage? Freedom is nothing compared to this false happily ever after.

Who cares about the astilbe? You already have the most beautiful, eternal flowers wrapped around your finger.

Capitano’s heartbeat is comforting. He traps you in his embrace, rubbing circles on your back. You don’t need to see past his mask to know what tender emotions lie in his gaze.

“You’re welcome,” he says. He lifts your wrist to his mask, imparting a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

A small smile tugs at your lips. “I feel a bit better thanks to you.”

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Side Story ๑ Epilogue ๑ Another Comfort Fic

A few months ago, I started this fic cuz I was sad. And now that I’m less sad, I decided to finish it and cry over Capitano again. Aahh he and Damsel always put me in a soft mood TvT

Once again, thank you to @diodellet for your support as my bestie and peer reviewer. Last year, she actually wrote her own Herbarium-inspired comfort fic which I beta-read and linked above. Her smut is amazing and well-written, so pls check it out <3

Do share your thoughts on this fic!! And if you read the teaser for Astilbe, look at me in the eye and tell me that the Captain isn’t the best at comforting his darling ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Tag a Capitano enjoyer!! @bye-bye-sunbird @yandere-romanticaa @nicebonescomrades @harmonysanreads @ansy-tea @leftdestiny-posts @thescribeoflostmemories @kocherry @gum-iie @oofasleep @shumidehiro @ryo-ri @dulcetthorns @lambdrop @uhhhh-hi-im-sorry-for-this @the-dreaming-city @lyra-mew @yanmaresu @frogchiro @lcveaesop @micchikari

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:: INDEX: INTRODUCTION !!!

hey everyone! you can call me mod cicada. my pronouns are it/they/xe & i am a non-black person of colour. welcome to my kinhelp blog! 

please read through this post for my rules, submission guidelines and service information before requesting! 

:: GENERAL !!!

i am primarily an otherkin/alterhuman help blog, so my main focus is catering to otherkin requests. however, i am fictive & comfort character friendly! while i will likely complete submissions from my whitelist faster than others purely because i know them better, i am open to any and all sources (with the exception of those on my blacklist) even if i am unfamiliar with them. here’s a list of what you can request from me! 

♡ stimboards ♡ moodboards & aesthetics ♡ positivity / validation posts ♡ icons 

note: i will automatically tag posts as otherkin / fictionkin / therian etc. dependng on the request’s nature if not specified otherwise. if you don’t want your post tagged as kin, just let me know! 

:: RULES !!!

do not request anything from me if you fall under basic dni criteria (racist, homo/transphobic, ableist, antisemitic, xenophobic, islamophobic, misogynistic, proship).  no factkin. do not request from my blacklist. i will not be completing requests that make me uncomfortable, for any reason. i will not be tolerating harrassment of any kind towards myself or anyone requesting on this blog, and failure to respect that boundary will result in an IP block. 

please don’t rush me! i have other hobbies as well as a student life to keep up with. if more than a few days/weeks have gone by and you think one of your asks might’ve been eaten, feel free to inbox or message me and i’ll get back to you about it asap! while i am a non-otherkin friendly blog, any and all kinhate will result in a block and immediate removal of your comments.

:: WHITELIST !!!

neon genesis evangelion, madoka magica, serial experiments lain, the promised neverland, danganronpa, demon slayer, any studio ghibli film, genshin impact, undertale/deltarune, omori, cookie run, night in the woods, death note, tokyo ghoul, assassination classroom, toilet-bound hanako-kun, your turn to die and a lot more i can’t remember rn !!!

:: BLACKLIST !!!

sources: DSMP, hetalia, harry potter, countryhumans, boyfriend to death, killing stalking, y*richin, your boyfriend, yandere simulator, euphoria 

characters & ships: haiji towa, endeavor, william afton, teruteru hanamura, junko enoshima, naiad (identity v), baizhu (genshin) // junko x mikan, shinji x asuka OR rei, deku x bakugo, byakuya x toko, joseph desaulniers x aesop carl, anything incestuous, p3dophilic or otherwise abusive. 

:: TAGLIST / CONTENT WARNING INFO !!

i will be tagging common triggers and discomforts, with the complete list found here. if you need something added to the list, please send me an ask or a message! (also, please lmk if this list goes down, since txti automatically deletes webpages after a while of low activity) because of tumblr’s weird tag filtration system, i will not be editing anything with flash, as i can’t guarantee that a warning tag will filter out the post and i don’t want to expose flash-sensitive ppl to anything disorienting or dangerous.

:: SUBMISSION GUIDELINES !!!

please include the full name & source (where applicable) of who you’re requesting for, along with your request type (icons, stimboard, etc) and any specific themes, aesthetics or imagery you have in mind! you’re also more than welcome to claim custom anon handles in your asks to better keep track of them. 

[teratalia]

Monster Masterlist

Story List (by world type)

Modern Fantasy/Myth:

Drider girlfriend - comforting

Dryad girlfriend - short sweet

Empusa girlfriend - creepy romance

Naiad girlfriend - short romance

Noppera-bou (faceless ghost) girlfriend - cute fluff

Vampire couple - poly smut/lemon

Yukionna (snow woman) - angsty romance

Post-Apocalyptic/Futuristic:

Android partner - slow burn

Alien girlfriend - wlw lemon candy

RPG-style:

Cursed sword boyfriend - short romance

Dream demon partner - yandere lemon

Yandere fics:

Hannibal snippet - Will x reader x Hannibal

Tears of Themis: Vyn False Tears thoughts / General yandere thoughts

Funouhan: Usobuki Tadashi x reader Part 1

Tags:

my writing

Misc:

FAQ

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One shots masterlist

AUs:

NCT U Predator AU Series Masterlist

Neo Culture Coven Technology AU Masterlist

Folklore AU Masterlist 

Reverse Folktale AU Masterist

Looking Glass AU Masterlist

Underground AU Masterlist

hybrid AU masterlist

covens AU masterlist

Groups:

* SUGA | RESILIENCE | (shifter!) Suga x (witch!) reader | MOODBOARD

she witnessed that no matter what came at him, he always pulled through. he was impossable to shake. | -

* SUGA | LEATHER AND GASOLINE | (Agust D!) Suga x reader + feat. JHope

“i told you one of these days i wasn’t gunna be able to watch your back, and here i am, supposed to be the one stabbing you in the back.” | language, gun violence

* RM | SMOKE | (blue caterpiller!) RM x (Alice!) reader

the way the smoke billowed and curled reminded her of they way his thoughts would whisp around him as they coiled off his tongue. | smoking

* RM | CRAZY = GENIUS | (arsonist!) RM x reader

you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gunna burn. you can set yourself on fire, but you’re never gunna learn. | mild drinking

* JHOPE | REFLECT | (sun god!) JHope x (moon godess!) reader

she spent her world living in his shadow, but that wasn’t the way he saw it. | -

* XIUMIN | WONDERLOST | (cheshire!) Xiumin x (Alice!) reader

she was lost in the wonder of such a place, and he was lost in the wonder of her. | -

* XIUMIN | CLOVER | (wolf!) Xiumin x (witch!) reader | MOODBOARD

after so many years of being on your own, you now have a gentle wolf to watch your back. | gender neutral reader

* XIUMIN | CRESCENT EYES | (witch!) Xiumin x (hybrid!) reader

as winter melted into spring, so his power drained from him. for the first time in the countless years, he had received no sign from his creator. instead of the guiding light, he found his strength in the shy crescent eyes of a feline. | -

* BAEKHYUN | ATTENTION | Byun Baekhyun x reader

Baekhyun had been ignoring her, and she began to suspect him of possably cheating on her with another idol. | -

* CHANYEOL | LOST BOY | (changeling!) Park Chanyeol x reader | MOODBOARD

lonely little boy, you never really belonged. but that’s alright, nether did she. | -

* CHANYEOL | GUARD DOG | (hybrid! familiar!) Park Chanyeol x (witch!) reader | MOODBOARD

i can’t take care of you anymore | -

* CHANYEOL | STERLING | Park Chanyeol x reader

you always had a curosity with dolls. your father used to bring you robotic ones he made in his tinkering. sometimes, you wondered, if you could bring them life. you blamed that for your later intrest in necromancy. | voodoo, gore

* SEHUN | DARK SIDE | Star Wars AU (Jedi!) Sehun x (Nightsister!) reader

Sehun was unsure of whether or not to trust this witch with an affinity for the dark side. | smut

* JB | DRIPPING ROSES | (knave of hearts!) Im Jaebum x (alice!) reader

silly little girl, i don’t think you’ll much like what you find in the heart of wonderland. | slight gore

* JACKSON | SELFLESS | (dragon!) Jackson Wang x (mystic!) reader

he was cursed for his family, but she set him free. | character death

* JINYOUNG | OF FAERIES AND FORSETS | Park Jinyoung x (faerie!)reader | MOODBOARD

Jinyoung had always been curious about the forest, and what creatures wandered there. | duel endings

* YOUNGJAE | PRECIOUS | (blood slave!) Choi Youngjae x (vampire!) reader + feat. N

he was her most precious possesion. | a little bit of master/slave kink tbh, but not very sexual.

* BAMBAM | SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST | post-apocalyptic au! Bambam x reader | MOODBOARD

morals are simply a set back in the aftermath. they’ll get you destroyed. | mentions of sexual assault against minors

* BAMBAM | SNOWGLOBE | Bambam x reader

for as long as he could remember, the cold nipped at his nose. The snow dusted his clothes. The trees where always stickly, covered in a layer of shimmering ice. But he always wondered, what lay just past the old lampost. | -

* YUGYEOM | SALT WATER | (siren!) Kim Yugyeom x reader + feat. (cabin boy!) Jisung + NCT

she could hear it, that distant melody. it called to her, cared for her, looked out for her when no one else would. | impiled sexual harassment and assault

* JOHNNY | PROMISE | revolution au! Johnny Seo x reader 

we’ll shout it from the tallest building / we’ll be here when their heart stops beating (inspired by Wake Up by Black Veil Brides) | gun violence, language

* TAEYONG | FREEDOM | (run away au!) Lee Taeyong x reader | MOODBOARD

some kids never learn. | mentions of achehol and cigarettes

* TAEYONG | HARLEQUIN | (yandere!) Lee Taeyong x (psychopath!) reader | MOODBOARD

he would do whatever she asked, more than happy to simply be a member of her cort of jesters, even if that ment his silence. |  mental illness, emotional abuse

* TAEYONG | ROSE COLORED BOY | (prince!) Lee Taeyong x (knight!) reader

a beautiful, youthful prince, the crown jewel of his kingdom, kindhearted and breathtaking in beauty, locked away and lost. frozen in time, forever young as the years pass around him. | reverse sleeping beauty au

* TEN | RELEVE | (dance teacher!) Ten x (ballet student!) reader

he was born with the rhythm in his blood, and his words were kind to those who looked for guidance. | -

* MARK + LUCAS | PRAY FOR THE WICKED | Mark x reader x Lucas | PART TWO

 sin will find you | drug use, sexual themes and implied threesome, some guy x guy 

* RENJUN | EAST IS UP | Renjun x reader

it can take some time to compleatly wake up when you’ve been alseep for so long. | inspired by Jumpsuit by Twenty One Pilots

* HAECHAN | MALICE | Haechan x reader

not everyone get’s to have a happy childhood, some of them tread on shattered glass though hellfire. in that heat you eather burn or freeze. | violence

* JAEMIN | DISTORTION | (yandere! merman!) Jaemin x reader | MOODBOARD

your kind forgot long ago, that it’s sea water that falls from your eyes you simply renamed to tears. | drowning

* G-DRAGON | IN-SANE-ITY | (mad hatter!) G-Dragon x (Alice!) reader

what’s so weird about being a little weird? | -

* N | RHYTHM | (spirit!) N x reader

there is a rhythm in all living things. if you listen, you can feel it’s hum. | -

* N | REDRUM | (ghost!) N x (cannibal!) reader

all work and no play, makes you just so… hungry… | all the warnings. !!!

* LEO | CREATURE OF THE NIGHT | (skinwalker!) Leo x (medicine woman!) reader | MOODBOARD

you don’t talk about them. you never go out by yourself, for fear you might run into one. no one knows what they actually do, for everyone who encounters one and doesn’t get away, disappears for good. | dule endings

* KEN | POCKET WATCHER | (white rabbit!) Ken x (Alice!) reader

her curiosity seemed to always run away with her… but what was curiouser than finding a handsome young man alone in the woods? | -

* RAVI | THE SORCERESS’ APPRENTICE | (apprentice!) Ravi x (sorceress!) reader + feat. (vampire!) Xiumin | MOODBOARD

Ravi had left his coven in search of a sorcerer powerful enough to teach him his full magical potental. | adult and sexual themes

* RAVI | RITUAL | (apprentice!) Ravi x (sorceress!) reader | MOODBOARD

Magic like this is forbidden, and for good reason. | mild adult content

* RAVI | WARRIOR QUEEN | Ravi x reader

she had missed her chance, and now it tore her apart. | mental illness

* HONGBIN | ROOM 217 | Hongbin x reader

The Overlook Hotel is known to be home to some very… interesting spirits. | smut

* HYUK | SICKNESS | Hyuk x reader

sometimes the most beautiful rose in the pained broken one. | character death

* HYUNGWON | TEAPOT | (doormouse!) Hyungwon x (Alice!) reader

sometimes even the smallest things can become large depending on your veiw point. | -

* HYUNGWON + I.M | HALO | (witch!) Hyungwon + (witch!) I.M

divinity magic | -

* WONHO | FLOWER PETALS | (ghost!) Wonho x reader

everything has a story to tell if you are willing to listen. | mentions of rape and murder

* ALL | BELOW THE MARSH | seven deadly sins series

some things hide just below unassuming appearances | seven different endings

* WOOJIN | MONSTER | (vampire!) Kim Woojin x reader

if you look past the gentle smiles, you may find what you believed to be innocence is not as pure as before. | slight yandere

* BANG CHAN | SECOND NATURE | (wolf!) Bang Chan x reader

while she might look at first glance, just like any of the other humans, he could smell the wolf in her blood. Long quiet and sleeping patently. He itched to set that wolf free, and watch her dance under the moonlight. | -

* FELIX | THE BOYS WITH FLAMES FOR HAIR | (reverse little mermaid au) Lee Felix x reader

the deep but gentle voice seemed to haunt you. Playing over and over again in the back of your mind. The fuzzy outline of the boy who saved you waited just behind your eyelids. His vibrant hair reminded you sometimes of the mute boy who had wandered into your backyard… | suicide attempt mention

* TAEMIN | DOWNPOUR | (naiad!) Lee Taemin x reader

he is that heavy feeling in your chest when the sky opens up and pours. he glances at you through the curtain of rain drops, the embodiment of mother nature’s sweat and tears. | depression

* ZTAO | ORACLE | (witch!) Tao x reader

there are whispers in shadows of the magic world. Whispers of a cult of witches, fortune tellers. But these are no normal tarot readers, these are oracles. The whispers warn of the horrible things that happen to those who seek out the members of this cult. | slight adult themes

[euryd-ce]

IDENTITY V [第五人格] Masterlist

Last Updated: 08/21/22

➴ SURVIVORS ༻¨*:·.

"False words are better left asleep, on thy lips, than spoken."

◇ Anne Lester - THE TOY MERCHANT - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Once Upon a Dream [Yandere! Hidden! Anne x GN! Reader]

◇ Demi Bourbon - THE BARMAID - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ How Endearing [Demi x GN! Reader]

◇ Emily Dyer - THE DOCTOR ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Lovesick [Yandere! Emily x GN! Reader]

⇴ La Vie en Rose [Firefly! Emily x GN! Reader]

◇ Fiona Gilman - THE PRIESTESS - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Dornröschen [Yandere! Fiona x GN! Reader]

◇ Martha Behamfil - THE COORDINATOR - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Abaddon [Yandere! Sway! Martha x GN! Reader]

⇴ Yandere Sway [Headcanons]

◇ Melly Plinius - THE ENTOMOLOGIST - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Cryophobia [Yandere! Sophia! Melly x GN! Reader]

⇴ La Mort [Yandere! Datura! Melly x GN! Servant! Reader] soon

◇ Orpheus - THE NOVELIST - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Letters From No One [Orpheus x GN! Reader]

➴ HUNTERS ༻¨*:·.

"Lamentation and woe, peace never shall I know"

◇ Ann - THE DISCIPLE - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Uncanny Resemblance [Yandere! Ann x GN! Reader]

◇ Bane Perez - THE GAMEKEEPER - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Until We Meet Again [Bane x GN! Gardener! Reader]

⇴ Bane Perez w/ a Gardener from the Manor S/O [Headcanons]

◇ Galatea Claude - THE SCULPTOR - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Captivate [Yandere! Galatea x GN! Nurse! Reader]

◇ Grace - THE NAIAD - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Heavy Rain [Yandere! Rosemary! Grace! x GN! Reader]

◇ Hastur - THE FEASTER - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Follow You [Yandere! Hastur x GN! Reader]

◇ "Mary" Antoinette - THE BLOODY QUEEN - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Yandere Lady Bella [Headcanons]

◇ Michiko - THE GEISHA - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Monster [Yandere! Lady Thirteen! Michiko x GN! Assassin! Reader]

◇ YIDHRA - THE DREAM WITCH - ✧˖*°࿐

⇴ Yandere Dream Witch [Headcanons]