#yandere uvo x reader

[novasdarling]

Is soft Uvo and Feitan possible??

ok good question... see the thing is what is soft? Cause their idea of soft probably is vastly different than yours or the normal population. They're both mass murderers, but that doesn't always mean it passes into their relationships. They can be semi-normal and not scare the shit out of you... mostly *side eyes Feitan*

Tw: Yandere Behaviour, Mentions of Pain/Hurting Reader, Mentions of Kidnapping, Sex, Noncon

Uvo is naturally rough around the edges...well he's just all rough edges tbh. He's loud, too strong for his own good, and is always physical with someone he cares about. BUT that doesn't mean he can't have a limit. That he can't understand you aren't like him or his other "friends". You're different. Different in how you make him feel and how strong you are. If he isn't careful he could kill you so easily. So he holds back. Is more gentle with touches. Even when being rough in bed, he still is holding back. Listening, waiting to hear the safe word in case he's gone too far. Perhaps it's cause he cares so much about you, or perhaps it's cause if he hurts you too much you'll be on bed rest for a while and he can't fuck you. Probably 50%/50%.

Now when it comes to being sweet and soft with emotions and gestures. Well, he's still odd about it. Yeah, he knows people like flowers, but theirs so many to choose from and you just get sad when they die. So instead, he'll help you plant a garden. Build you a raised garden bed. Help carry and pour those heavy bags of soil. He'll even bring you new plants to plant every so often.

When you're out in public, Uvo will always have a hand on you. Though he prefers having it rest on the small of your back(somehow always making it down to your ass without fail) or on the back of your neck when he feels like he needs to guide you in a crowded place. It's possessive and helpful. He likes to remind other's your his when he's forced to be around the general public. Having a cute little thing on his arm helps him put up with being around "lesser" folks. Helps him be so willing to go shopping with you. Especially if he can sneak a peak when you're in the dressing room.

Uvo also enjoys stealing things for you. Cute little gifts from his missions. Stuffed animals, an outfit he's dying to see you, jewels that would cost a fortune. He likes to spoil you, see you in things he picked out, that he gave you. It sets this possessive and demanding fire in him. Makes him giddy like a kid on Christmas. You're his number one treasure, so you should get the finest things he can steal.

He's big on physical affection, touches, kisses, and back rubs. He'll do anything to get his hands on you. Even if the occasion would deem it inappropriate. He doesn't give a damn, everyone can watch as he feels you up for all he cares. They can watch as he fucks you on the picnic blanket in the park if you'd let him. Just let him touch you, he's dying to. He'll whine and beg like a lovesick puppy. It's honestly adorable until he starts practically humping you out in public. Gaining a few wacks from you to stop. He won't until you promise when you get home you're all his for the taking.

Now if Uvo decided traditional dating isn't for him (or you found out his occupation) and he kidnaps you. Most still apply. Besides the obvious of not going out. He's just a bit more pushy, a bit more needy. You're there with him 24/7, unless he's working. In his mind, you should want him. You should entertain him. Should be at his will and mercy. Though he doesn't want you to hate him so he'll go slow. Try to win you with gifts, but his patience is limited. This version of him is less soft and just more greedy and demanding. He's still all over you like before, but now you don't have the excuse of "we're in public" anymore.

Feitan on the other hand....well... he's a loose cannon in the sense that you can't really understand him. Uvo you have no problem of understanding, I mean he's always talking and he can be honest when he wants something. Feitan though, he just stares, just observes. However, let's start off with if you two were in a semi-normal traditional relationship.

He can be kind of normal, in the sense he understands the process and steps of dating. You ask them out, they say yes, you go on dates, you fall in love...etc. He understands that's how it goes. Just not how to actually do it. So, he watches. He observes you before introducing himself. He takes notes. Learning what you're like. What you're personality is about. Once he's confident he moves in.

Soft Feitan is odd... cause he's still terrifying and always glaring. But his eyes soften when they land on you. There's that glint of happiness hiding in there. All held for you.

He listens to you, always letting you talk as much as you want. He prefers it that way, drinking in every little bit of information you give him. Memorizing your likes and dislikes. Taking in how that bitch co-worker of yours keeps crossing the line. An issue he'll take care of soon. He listens, showing he cares.

Like Uvo, Feitan also enjoys getting you little gifts. Stealing things he knows will make you smile. He remembers you said green was your favourite colour, well here's a green sweater. Oh, you said you loved sapphires. Well, how funny. The place he robbed had tons of sapphire jewellery, here you go. Your favourite thing is breakfast for dinner. Luckily he's taking you to a restaurant that does just that. He'll let you drag him anywhere you want, let you spend as much time together as you deemed necessary unless he has to work. He lets you have this image like you're in control. Like you call the shots, but he knows when need be. He'll have to end it and show you the control he's always possessed.

Feitan's softness comes from his ability to observe and listen. That it isn't just about him, but he does want it to be more about you. Even his touches are careful, he doesn't want to move too fast. Doesn't want to scare you off, or make you feel uncomfortable. His true nature is already bad enough. He wants you to want him before he shows you all of him and your love grows to fear.

He knows one day he'll have to take you, have to lock you away and he knows what that'll do to you. What that'll do to your relationship. It sucks, but it's better than you running off when you find out the truth. So he'll keep you locked away. Keep you safe with him. He's more distant after this, and goes back into observing from the shadows while you wander around and try to find an unlocked door or a weakness in his home. He pitties you, pitties the determination you have. He pitties your weakness.

Between the two. Uvo is softer in the realm he will bend to your wishes more easily, especially when you're using sex as a bargaining tool when he has you locked away. You can gain more from him like that. While Feitan is more set on his own plan. His own ideas. That what needs to be done is to be done. No questions asked. No change in plan.

Both lovesick fools, just in different ways. Uvo is more out there. More willing to be out with you. Carrying your bags. Driving you from place to place. Willing to be your date for any event. Taking you shopping every so often (totally not with money he got from selling stolen merch). Hands all over you. While Feitan is more of an awkward silent partner. Following you around, whether you know it or not. Letting you take somewhat of the lead when you two are dating. He's just trying to figure you out, figure out how this all works and he'll do it by watching. By silently doing things for you.

[uvobreakmylegs]

Ouroboros

this fic is one I wrote a long while ago as a lil sequel to @hypnoswrites's fic Vengeance Tastes Bitter and she gave permission for me to post :D

please be aware of the tags if you choose to check out either of these fics

Uvogin x female!reader

Warnings: kidnapping, captivity, mentions of death, mentions of murder, past noncon, mentions of suicide, threats of violence, abusive relationships, attempted murder, dubcon, smut, Uvogin being a bastard

Word Count: 2.9k

The sounds of a door abruptly opening and then slamming shut were what announced his arrival. And despite being used to the sound of his return, you still tensed up when you heard him approaching as you determined how long it would take for him to find you within the house.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn't very long.

Uvogin's gaze was on you the second he entered the kitchen, looking you over as you stood by the counter. You heard him hum to himself before he said anything to you, sounding slightly dissatisfied. Perhaps he was looking over the marks he'd left on your skin and was unhappy when he saw that they were fading.

Or perhaps it was because that you had yet to acknowledge him, instead keeping yourself turned away and looking out through the window at the scenery outside. The nice weather outside was a better thing to focus your energy on, though you wouldn't be able to ignore him for too much longer. He wouldn't allow that.

“Don't you have somethin' to say to me?” Uvogin asked you.

“…. I don't know what you want me to say,” you replied.

“What, you don't know that it's common courtesy to greet someone when they've returned home? Who raised you?”

That last comment stung.

“This isn't your home. It's not mine, either. Why the hell should I bother with that?” you asked bitterly.

“Because I want you to.”

He was enjoying this. You could hear it in his voice. And you already knew he had that usual victorious smirk on his face, pleased with himself that he had managed to make you snap at him.

Even though he liked the ways you would push back, he would expect you to comply at some point, and while you hated needing to bend to his will, things were better if you did that much.

Or at the very least, they were less violent.

Your shoulder's sagged as you sighed and then said, “welcome back.”

You then glanced over your shoulder to look at him.

He was smirking. As expected. Still getting a kick out of making you submit to him.

It had been several months since that fateful, awful day where you had convinced yourself that you could kill him and take revenge for your family. The day where he had soundly beaten you without even trying, and instead of taking your life for bothering him with the weak attempt, he had amused himself by humiliating you. Starting with pissing on you after preventing you from taking your own life and ending with him raping you repeatedly over a period of several hours.

He kept you at the camp he had set up for a few weeks after in the hopes that people would come looking for you so he could torment you even more by killing your would-be rescuers in front of you. But no one ever came, much to his disappointment and your relief, though it was depressing that no one seemed to have noticed that you were gone.

After that Uvogin traveled from place to place, moving from continent to continent while living a rather nomadic lifestyle. And he dragged you along with him, as you were there to be his greatest source of entertainment.

It was an existence that you despised. And he knew you felt as such.

He seemed to revel in that fact.

Uvogin tended to keep to less populated areas when it came to his camps. He seemed to genuinely enjoy surviving in the outdoors, so it was surprising when he had broken into the house you were currently in and announced that the two of you would be staying there. You could only assume that he wanted a change of pace.

You didn't complain, as it was nice to be able to sleep in a bed again, even if you did need to share with him. And Uvogin had seemed to have gotten that for you without killing someone for it, which helped in keeping you from feeling too guilty about staying in a stranger's house.

All you hoped for was that the actual owner of the house wouldn't come back while the two of you were still there. You knew what the outcome would be if that were to happen, and you would hate yourself even more if you were forced to stand to the side while someone died for no reason.

“Was that so hard?” Uvogin asked you, the stupid smirk still on his face. He was still trying to goad you into getting upset with him.

Instead you just sighed and turned away, looking back outside. The house he had found was still more on the outskirts of society, and not far from the kitchen window sat a mountain with a hiking trail where you regularly saw people walking through.

You had enough common sense to know that you couldn't go to anyone for help. Uvogin would just kill them.

And when he began to leave you alone in the house, he had warned against attempts to take your own life, telling you that if he did come back and find you dead, he'd go out and slaughter a hundred people. Even if you managed to escape him in death, he would go out of his way to make sure that someone paid the price, and he didn't care who it was.

A hundred people was a lot and it felt far too over the top when you heard it, but you didn't question him on how dedicated he was to that plan: you could absolutely see him carrying that out. And despite how tantalizing the knife block over to your right managed to be that promised you an easy way out, you kept yourself from going that far. No matter what, you couldn't give him any excuses to kill even more people.

The only way you could see yourself escaping him was if he finally got tired of you and killed you like you'd wanted for so long now.

It was an odd thing to wish that you would be so boring that he would kill you for it.

And unfortunately it seemed to be something that was easier said than done.

“What, nothing to say to that?”

When you didn't respond, you heard him hum to himself once again. Then he approached you, his footsteps sounding against the tile of the kitchen floor, and they stopped when he stood behind you, leaving very little space between the two of you.

Even without his nen, his presence was overwhelming. In part because of just how he towered over you and effortlessly made you feel smaller than you actually were. And Uvogin was clearly using that to his full advantage at the moment as he placed both of his hands on the edge of the counter, his arms on either side of your body as he kept you stuck in that spot. Any attempt to duck under his arms would just end with him holding onto you, so you stayed put. Even though him being in such close proximity wasn't ideal, at least he was keeping his hands to himself, if just for the moment.

Uvogin hummed to himself a third time.

“You've been quieter,” he said.

“Have I?”

“Yeah,” he answered flatly, “what's that about?”

“Why does it matter?” you asked.

“Because it makes you seem like you're up to something.”

“I'm not,” you said, then you added “I guess I'm just accepting my situation.”

He snorted at that.

“Accepting it, huh? Doesn't seem that way to me.”

“Okay,” you said, shrugging.

Uvogin didn't seem to buy your indifference.

“If you were really okay with this, I don't think you would've snapped at me earlier,” he said.

That time you didn't answer.

His gaze was heavy on you, and you swore you could hear the cogs in his mind turning as he tried to figure what would be the best way to deal with you. It'd be very easy for him to just hurt you, something he'd done many times before. What was stopping him from going that far right now was a mystery to you.

“It still seems like you're up to something,” he finally said.

“I'm not,” you answered.

But you couldn't help but add something else to that.

“Why does this even matter to you? Most of the time you're only interested in fucking me.”

He sounded pleased with himself when he answered with a “yeah.”

“But I've come to like our conversations,” he added.

That makes one of us

Something like that probably would've been your response only a few months ago. When you had just a bit more fight in you and hoped that if you yelled and insulted him enough, he'd kill you.

But that sort of reaction was the thing he was looking for, and your goal was to disappoint him. Something that you were failing at in the moment, but you could still try.

He was quiet again, and this time you heard his fingers tapping against the surface of the counter.

It made things feel a bit more dangerous, for some reason.

After a few moments of that, he spoke again.

“What would their reaction be if they were still alive?” he asked.

You knew who he was talking about even without him saying it specifically: the dead members of your family, who he likely didn't even remember murdering or even why he had killed them. The whole reason this awful chapter in your life had started.

The question was a trap. You knew that much.

“If they were still alive we wouldn't be here,” you answered shortly.

“Hm. I guess.”

He leaned down closer and you felt his breath tickling your ear. Despite your attempts to keep yourself steady, you couldn't keep yourself from shuddering at the feeling.

You knew that he noticed because he chuckled at you.

“If your family knew what would happen after they died,” he asked, “if they knew that one day you'd fuck up your attempt at revenge so massively that it would end with you becoming my slave, how sad do you think they'd be?”

You didn't answer.

The knife block was still in view from the corner of your eye.

“What would they be thinking if they saw you all those times you came while my cock was buried inside of you?” he whispered, “knowing that their last surviving member was the one who was getting off with help from the guy who killed them? How disgusted would they be? If they saw just how much of a slut-”

You grabbed a knife and tried to stab him in the face.

Uvogin caught your wrist, the blade of the knife mere inches away from his eye.

And he grinned as he tightened his grip around your wrist, forcing you to open your hand and drop the knife.

He won.

Again.

He'd been goading you again and you hadn't been able to help but fall right into his trap.

It went without saying that something bad was coming your way.

“That seems a bit extreme, doesn't it?” he asked you, glancing down at the knife where it lay on the floor.

“You're a piece of shit,” you hissed.

“I think we established that a while ago, babe,” he said.

Then he let you go and pulled away from you. Your hand immediately went to the aching area around your wrist, and when you looked back up at him, he was standing at full height with his hands on his hips and an expectant look in his eye.

You knew what he wanted. You'd seen that look often enough to know what it meant.

But for some reason, you decided to play dumb.

“What?” you asked.

“What, you want me to spell it out for you?” he asked back, “on your knees.”

“No.”

It would still happen. You knew that, but you didn't want to submit completely. It went against your strategy of being as boring as possible, but after trying to take out his eye with a knife, you figured there was no point in trying to keep up with that. Not for today, at least.

Instead of slapping you around before forcing you to your knees, Uvogin hummed to himself. Then his eyes went to the window behind you, as though he caught sight of something, and he smirked to himself.

That was what made you nervous. And your nervousness turned to dread after he motioned for you to look out as well and you saw what he had spotted.

Two people along the hiking trail.

Despite the distance between you and them, you got the sense that they were a couple. Something in the way they walked together, or when one of them looked back to the other. Just two people out on a hiking date.

Two completely innocent people who didn't deserve death.

The cracking of Uvogin's knuckles had you spinning back around, and he gave you a toothy grin as he said “I guess if you don't want to…”

He then turned as though he was going to leave the kitchen.

Placing a hand on his arm, you stopped him.

Like he knew you would.

When he turned back to you with that smirk still on his face, you did as he wanted and went down to your knees. It felt uncomfortable against the tile of the kitchen, but you told yourself that it could be worse. At least you weren't out in the open with stones digging into your skin while your leg was broken.

Pulling down the hem of his shorts revealed that he was already semi-hard. You frowned as you took his length in hand and began to stroke it. It wasn't long before he was fully erect, and you moved in closer to place a kiss on the tip.

“You can do better than that.”

There was a familiar feeling of a hand at the back of your head, and then you were being pushed in closer, the tip of his cock smearing precum over your lips before you forced your mouth open so he could shove the head inside.

“That's more like it,” he said, although it seemed he was saying that more to himself.

You fell into a rhythm that you knew well by now; your tongue glided over cock while you stroked whatever didn't fit. All the while he stared down at you with a triumphant look on his face.

He'd get bored of you eventually. That was what you told yourself. A man like him would one day get tired of you, when you would no longer give him any new or interesting reactions. And getting rid of you would be as simple as crushing your head beneath his foot.

Not today. You'd messed that up royally.

But eventually….. Eventually you'd get out of this hell.

Uvogin's grip on your hair got tighter and he pushed his cock into your mouth as far as he was able when he finally came. He kept you there for a while, ignoring the way you slapped his thighs to try and tell him that you needed air.

With a content sigh he finally let you go, allowing you to fall backwards onto the tile of the kitchen while you sputtered, coughing up remnants of his release. One may have thought you would've been used to something like that by now, but it always managed to feel like too much.

You were expecting more taunts from him, more goading insults to upset you further so you felt even more helpless when he would force himself upon you once again.

Yet nothing like that ever came.

And when you looked back up at him, it seemed as though he was thinking about something.

He snapped out of it when you made eye contact, however, and he grinned at you once more.

“You wanna stay here or go to the bedroom?” he asked.

“…. Bedroom.”

No sooner had you said that, he had bent down and scooped you up, throwing you up onto his shoulder just as he had done on that first day, and he began to march you over to the bedroom.

What happened next was expected: he threw you down onto the bed, tore your clothes off and roughly fingered you for a few moments before slamming his length into you. It hurt and you hated it, but you did your best to take it.

His mouth ended up on your neck faster than you were expecting, however, sucking on your skin to place new marks over the older, fading ones.

His lips were also faster in catching yours for a kiss, and when he pulled away, he saw the look of confusion on your face.

“What, you still gonna be a bitch about that?” he asked.

“…. Do what you want,” you answered, officially giving up.

“I intend to.”

Uvogin went back to marking up your neck, and in between leaving those marks, you heard him mutter “keeping you was the best decision I ever made.”

…. That was a little worrying, but your focus went back to the way he thrust into you.

One day this would end. He'd lose interest in you and then it would be over. He was just lying to try and upset you further.

….. Right?

[0asisbliss]

what’s your opinion on phantom troupe getting reader high/drunk but instead of making them giddy/disoriented they go the opposite direction and start venting about people only wanting for for selfish reasons (sex, money, protection) and are just unconsolable, sobbing mess ♥️

A/N: Sorry for such a late response.🤍 Sorry for spelling errors.

Uvogin:

•Uvogin stole a bunch of your favorite wines for you two to enjoy on a late night

•He wants you to enjoy yourself

•He thinks your always up tight so when your the opposite of giddy, and energized his mood is totally busted.

•When you finally show him your breaking point somewhere in Uvogin’s heart it breaks

•You tell him about how much you hated being alone in a society like this

•All of the disgusting things people do that you witness makes you want to throw up and evermore cry.

•This makes Uvogin sympathetic, and almost angry.

•There has to be someone making you feel this way, and he’s going to find that person.

Chrollo:

•Comforting

•He sits there and holds you close to him wanting to give you what the world refuses to obviously

•Gives you small kisses on your forehead

•When you give him you reasoning for feeling this way he gives his input and tries to understand you the best way he can

•Though he steals, and kills just like the people your describing he can’t help, but understand where your coming from he gets it.

•Chrollo honestly never likes seeing you cry it hurts a certain part of him that cares about you

•Kinda like Uvogin he might have a motive to find whatever is making you feel this way

Shalnark:

•Tries to get you drunk so you could tell him more about yourself

•The moment he senses your sadness he bring you to his chest a lays kisses all over your face.

•I headcannon Shalnark as a fucking sweetheart he hates seeing you cry

•Mumbles little why do you feel this way? And. It’s okay’s. While rubbing slow circles on your back.

• “Is there someone making you feel this way? Y’know you can tell me.”

•Feels as if you shouldn’t feel like this because your the exact opposite of what your explaining.

•Physical affection on TOP

Feitan:

•Got you high trying to get you to loosen a bit more up around him

•Is kinda awkward since that’s basically what he does to some people

•Even though the thought never passed his mind to treat you that he feels shitty

•Tries his best to cheer you up

•After your done he asks if you want to keep talking about it or change subjects

Pakunoda:

•Understanding

•Caresses your hair

•Coos you, and tries to understand why you feel this way and want you to open up more about yourself.

•Wants you to stay over her place tonight

•Feels better when you stop crying

Phinks:

•Please go easy on this man

•As soon as you start crying he panics not knowing what to do

•When you explain to him your reasoning he looks down knowing he does some of those things to people

•How would you react if you found out what he does

•You’re his sweetheart. He doesn’t want you to be upset.

•He’ll always do everything in his power to make you happy.

[rotten-pomegranate]

Day twenty seven : rough sex with yandere uvogin

Tags: @aliceattheart @my-eyelash-flew-off

Warnings: jumps right in, past Noncon, Noncon, blood, bleeding, bruises, short

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There was an imprint of his dick poking out of your stomach and new bruises were already forming in all the places he deemed his favourite

You wish he’d be gentle just once, he kidnapped you, forced you to be domestic, bring him his bears when he got home, letting him rest it on your head while you keep his dick warm in your throat

Your could feel a trickle of something to liquid to be be the wet he forced out of you in the beginning and he hadn’t cum yet

You had drowned out the pain but there’s only one thing it could be

Blood

The thought makes you sick, he used your body to chase his own pleasure the to the point he broke something in you, something that’s bound to ache when you wake up tomorrow

His hands are groping you from behind and his skin is like sandpaper, well used and roughly pinching your nipples

“Hmm fuck babe” his face comes down into your neck and he starts slobbering all over

His teeth sink in right before he pulls away to switch side and latch on again he fallows his next bite with a hard thrust that knocks the wind out of you, not that his thrusts didn’t hurt normally

Your made it easier for him to slip in and out but the friction was still to painful, there where no hints of pleasure just pure raw pain

He was getting close though, his balls are swollen and slapping against you with each thrust and his hard dick twitching inside you more often

“I love you” his face is still buried in your neck, your sure to have marks that’ll remind you of this bad experience tomorrow

You cried the first time he took you, cried and begged him to stop, said that, he was hurting you, at that time you had no idea who he was, you had no idea the things he would do, break your ribs you a single punch just for trying to run away, as if it was your fault

His hips don’t slow or stutter when he starts to cum, the warmth spreading all throughout your insides and his hands running along any squishy part of you he could reach

He lets you go any you flop onto the mattress in a sweaty mound surrounded by furs he no doubt killed himself

“I’ll get ya a a towel” how nice of him to tend to your after he wrecks your body and mind

You roll over into your back and sink u to the fur, maybe one day you’ll be dead at his hand and he’ll keep you in some way

That is if your lucky

[rotten-pomegranates-fics]

Beast

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Yandere uvo x afab reader

Warnings: size difference, slight pet play, dub con, Noncon, power play, tell me if I missed anything👍🏻

Notes: this is just a little bit inspired by headcannons that holydayaria where it said uvogin would let reader switch punishment for sex and I am literally writing this at like 3:00am so I hope y’all like it and if you don’t box me (ง'̀-'́)ง

Word count: idk cuzz my app for word counting wont work

You couldn’t believe this, being on your knees for him, being on your knees for your kidnapper, being on your knees for a monster

It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last, you know it but you don’t think you could handle being starved, or beaten or worse things that you couldn’t imagine, so here you are on your knees for uvogin waiting for him to come back and have his way with you

You jump when he walks in, he towers over you with a height you didn’t think humans could be, you where so lost in thought that you must not have heard his rather loud foot steps,“hey princess, are you ready?”, his voice is sickly sweet like he’s a high school bully about to rip up your homework and he’s rubbing it in your face first

All you did was take a nap, but he wasn’t happy you weren’t waiting at the door when he got home, if it was up to him you would be at the door with a tail wagging like a puppy so he gave you the option of punishment, he didn’t go into detail just punishment or you could let him do whatever he wanted to you in bed and you wouldn’t put up a fight, not that it would make a difference if you did put up a fight with his size and strength

You would have choose punishment over this most days but after the last punishment of being out in his garage and not being fed or even being able to use the bathroom in anything but a bucket he left you, you just couldn’t handle anything that would last more then a day, you didn’t doubt that you would be sore after this though

He walks over to you and places a heavy hand on your head to slightly tilt you up to look at his tall form, and you do look at him, you look at him as if he was a god and you were a lamb that just got sacrificed, not to mention the fact that you could see he was already partially hard

“Open up” he holds your head a bit harder,as if to let you know not to fuck up now, you let your mouth open and your tongue roll out and paired with having you look at him through your eyelashes you were just about the cutest thing in the world

“Shit” he says under his breath. He takes his other hand and starts to takes his cock out so he can put it on your face, he wasn’t just wrong he was thick he had weight

He wiggles your head around a bit more and you take the hint to start to licking his base and balls like the good little pet that he wanted “yeah good girl” he jerks his hips against you and you feel him twitch on the side of your face

He yanked you away and gripped your hair to yank you up quickly, it was to sodden, to fast it hurt “get on the bed” he let go of your hair and you quickly scamper to get on the bed so you could lay down and wait for him

He left the room for a minute before coming back with lube, he could never go in without lube, he liked hurting you to some level but without lube he might rip you in two, he gets on top of you and cages you underneath him

You weren’t ready, but he didn’t care he shoved his finger in you, you shout out in pain like a injured animal, who knows that might as well be what he sees you as “haha so small squeezing my fingers nice and tight” you looked up at him with teary eyes and it was only turning him on more and more by the second, of course he was

He lets out a booming laugh when he struggled to force another finger in your delicate body, you weren’t made for this, you weren’t made to be forced into stuff you didn’t want and you definitely weren’t made to have stuff forced in you “I think that’s enough, you think that enough sweetheart?”

He wasn’t really asking, just another way of scaring you “n-no please I’m not ready yet, just a bit more?” You jerked into him hopping to convince him “just a little more master please?”

“Ohhhh honey, you don’t get privileges when your bad and prep is a privilege” he pulls his fingers out and gets the bottle of lube to put a large about on his hands to lather his cock with it

He rubs his fingers up and down your slit a few times to get the rest of it off before his big angry red mushroom tip is pressed against you coin sized whole that wasn’t meant for something of his side

He started forcing it in and you swear this was the most painful thing he’s ever put you through, he’s broken bones, ripped your hair out and even let Feitan have some fun with you while he went away with the troupe. the first time he made you take him at least he prepared you enough that you didn’t feel like he was ripping you in half

“God baby your gonna snap my dick off” he gives a hard thrust that shakes your whole body and you try to kick and get away

The burning on your cheek brought that to a swift stop though, he had slapped you and when you looked up his eyes were dark looming over you like you were prey about to be devoured

In some sense you were, he was bigger, stronger, faster then you in every way shape and form there was nothing you could do if he did want to devour you

“Damn baby I was gonna go slow but I don’t think I can” he starts a rough pace and your only way to seek comfort is to cling to his biceps like your life depended on it, in this moment it felt like it did

You could feel him bumping your cervix and he wasn’t even in all the way, your definitely not walking for the next couple days

“Fuck yeah I’m about to cum” his pace keeps picking up and you don’t think you can take it for much longer “rap your legs around me now!”

He always got you to do that, you could never fully rap your legs around him but it still made him feel good so he made you do it

“Oh yeah keep it all in, take it” his hot ropes of fun where painting your walls white and you could feel that knot inside of you tightening to

You never wanted this to happen but you know your body’s gonna betray you like it had done all those times before

He was riding out his high when the knot snapped and you could feel yourself twitching around him and letting out a loud moan

“Did you just-“ he looked down at you with a confused face before it turned into a mocking smile full of teeth “haha you did to, this isn’t what I had in mind but at least ya get a good orgasm outta this”

All you could do was look down in shame while he pulled out to watch his thick cum deep out of you right before he fucks it right back in

Right when you roll over to try and get away from him and sleep the sorrow away he yanks your foot down the bed taking your whole body with it

“Oh sweetheart that was good but you didn’t really think we where done did you? No no I didn’t forgive you yet”

He truly was a beast

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[justyanderes]

yautja!uvogin x reader

warnings: uvo is terrible in this! The world building of this au is also pretty dark too (clone trafficking is mentioned), implied future dubcon and the making mark of is basically branding the reader

A/n this whole au doesn't follow too closely into the yautja lore and is mainly made up by yours truly ofc

It's past midnight when the screaming starts up. The ships monitor is old- prewar in fact. No one when you asked earlier had any idea nor wished to use it. But works well enough to give you access to every camera on the ship.

Not many people in the galaxy are willing to haul a damn xenomorph. But the tag along group of mercenaries needed the money, everyone seems to do these days. It didn't hurt that you had money up front for the travel either. So they took you in, never thinking you could be dangerous compared to the illegal cargo they were handling. If they only knew huh?

Said captain who took you in without reporting your presence is the only one who manages to fight back. It's a useless endeavor. His spleen and other organs fall right out of his body when he least expects them to. It's hard to fight against something you can't see after all.

There's a lot of things this crew could have done to save themselves- it can all be traced back to them taking pity on you. Letting you tag along to the next planet where you desperately needed to get to. All of them are unaware of that stowaway you've brought that will be the death of them all.

You think that it will only take him another ten? No, five minutes at most to finish the task. Meaning you are left waiting, once more. The screams are getting closer now. Someone finally bangs on the room's door and you make no move to let them inside.You know all of this remains completely out of your control. If you want to live this is just another hard factor of life you'll have to come to accept. You are well aware of the fact, but it doesn't make any of this easier.

When you remember to breathe, that's when you decide to look around the room for things of value. The first item that catches your eye is a starship figurine. The second is an old school cloning catalogue. You can't help but chuckle trying to imagine a world that had such a dated product. Back on your home planet there were a dozen shops that offered cloning services with the promise of a finished product at the end of the week.

Eventually in your search you recognize a piece of tech scattered across the old storage room. Its value is no greater than a cheap battery pack. But it's the final piece you've been needing to finish up fixing your current project.

You check back on the monitor- confirming that the entire crew is dead due to the fact the Uvogin is no longer wearing his mask.Giving you a rare view of the ugly mug that makes your skin crawl. You've seen your fair share of aliens but his species was pure nightmare fuel. The space boogyman- that caring parents use to have their kids behave. If you're forced to be honest however its his eyes that frighten you the most. And right now staring back they seem absolutely piercing. You wonder briefly if you have zoned off far too long. Uvo would be really pissed if you have.

You hold on to the tech you found like it's your lifeline. This time it very much could be, you never know exactly where you stand with the yautja.

You've been traveling together for months and this entire time he's been able to understand every curse that's left your mouth. Yet you don't have the faintest clue what's going through his head. There's only so much meaning you can only make so much sense of what every low trill and sound means.

And the noises he makes that you do understand almost instinctively are ones you really wish you didn't hear.

Blood is tracked all over your boots by the time you make it to the medical center. Or what's left of it anyways. Uvo is waiting for you, perched against one of the counter tops.

You can more clearly make out the yautja's familiar features now you aren't huddled in a corner with a shitty monitor. He's impossibly tall, to the point you think he's some genetic failure rather than a creature that should actually exist.

Silver dreadlocks are the only factor that shows off his true age. One of your first mistakes had been assuming Uvo was a young blood- growing up you had heard tales of how easy it could be for humans to trick the younger males.

All one needed was a xenomorph to set it off on a hunting rampage. Needless to say your escape attempts using that information did not pan out well.

You show off the piece of tech you found. Which thankfully does the trick in keeping Uvogin from giving you any bullshit. Earning you a pleased trill followed by what you think is his impression of a human laughter.

He hands you the broken translator and settles down so you can reach him more easily. The thought of using your screwdriver and plugging it into his big forehead is there. Despite the fact you know you'd die before you ever get the chance to get a swing in.

"When it is fixed, it will likely be the last time before it breaks down completely. You'll have to find another one once it breaks".

The yautja considers your words for a moment, giving a grunt to confirm he actually was listening to you.

That was another thing odd about Uvo you can't quite place- even if you've been careful with how you act in front of him. There have been times where you have been too scared to listen to his commands. Which you know has made the yautja who expects worship at his feet to be pissed off enough.

Even the slightest amount of a threat should be enough to set the male off. Since he hasn't killed you yet he'll have to let you go, you think. In your mind you can't think of any other reason why he would keep you along any longer. Once the translator has been fixed you'll be home free.

It takes a great amount of effort for you to keep your hands from shaking as you wire the final piece.

You then carefully attach it to his neck, ignoring the way his eyes are scanning over your form. Sizing you up, seems to never stop despite how long you have been forced to work together. Even a hardened thief is nothing compared to a yautja. Especially a maddened one could care less about it's own species or their traditions. You thought by now he would have learned you weren't a threat to him.

"Test it out now".

For a moment there's only static until the translator is properly warmed up.

"Took you long enough! 'uman, I was beginning to think you didn't want to hear my voice again". Uvogin says, a little too close into your ear.

The voice could be fitting on a human perhaps- on UVO it's nothing short of unsettling. His attempt at flirting makes your skin crawl.

Needless to say the voice options leave a lot to be desired. You'll take what you can get however. This voice is certainly better than the last one he had set up. Most importantly you can now properly understand him.

"I spotted that this shithole had some alcohol if you're in the mood to celebrate".

It's an offer, but it's obvious that declining the offer leads you to trouble. Tonight you are too tired and not in the mood to deal with such games.

"Sorry big guy. Drink without me I need a shower and to rest before this headache kills me".

You quip, backing up into your own personal space. In your mind you start up trying to guess the value of things. Despite the fact there's nothing else really valuable here- Uvo has ruined anything that was.

You head back to the shower room, likely to get rid of the bloodstains. It didn't make a lot of sense to Uvo but he lets you walk away just this once. Come tomorrow the yautja won't be as willing to overlook your odd human habits. He's been planning to do this for a while now. At first he wasn't sure if he truly wanted you, or if it was his instincts talking. Too many mating moons spent alone finally turning him into a romantic sap.

But pretty didn't always mean useful- Take the clone Phinks had stolen from Saturn for example. Prettiest thing he ever saw and yet the stupid thing still tried to run every chance they got. You on the other hand learned quickly what trouble running got you.

He wasn't necessarily looking for a strong human to mate with. But Uvogin would be damned if he was stuck with a weakling.

His own species was a little too headstrong. A fact that Uvogin began to despise more every passing year. Especially the females, who would rather kill their more powerful counterparts than try and work together. Pakunoda was the only one who never tried to battle Uvo for dominance- Thus she was his only yautja sister he never had to kill.

Since it would be pointless to imagine you beating him, it took a while to decide what task he could set you upon to prove your worthiness. Planning a way to allow you a chance to survive was even more difficult. In the beginning he often wondered if you were worth the effort.

You've been ready to run from him since the start. And if he were a youngblood, too concerned with taking what he could. It's undeniable that he would have messed this whole courting thing up. Likely killing you long before he could ever fuck you.

The image of just that settles his thoughts for a moment. His favorite pastime as of late has been imagining your little cries of pleasure. Or how you'd look at him with those perfect eyes terrified of what he could do. All of it gets him off more easily than any other has. A factor that certainly lines up with the idea that you could be his mate. All you have to do is prove yourself worthy enough and Uvo would accept you for himself. The tracker he had placed on you confirms the fact you really are asleep. Or at least trying to. See, the plan originally was to give you a full six hours of rest. But being a little impatient Uvo decides you'll have to do well enough with four.

Uvogin kills the first xenomorph with ease. Detaching its head from the rest of its body. Saving a bit of the foul creatures blood within a vial. (If you survive this, he will need the less acidic blood to mark you)

The second is still heavily drugged, it doesn't even twitch when Uvo chops it's ugly little tail off. Followed by him breaking one of it's hind legs as well. He leaves the creature's arms intact however.

After all he isn't trying to make this too easy for you.

[depravitycentral]

Partnership

Yandere! Uvogin x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, theft, threats of violence, implied non-con, if your name is Stacy pretend it isn't, Stockholm Syndrome, brief mention of vomiting, Nobunaga is featured a bit in this but don't worry he doesn't want you, fem reader, MDNI

This is dedicated to @ramwrites, who is amazing and wonderful and offered to write me a welcome back gift, and I couldn't not give something back in return! Thanks for letting me write this for you; your writing is so good and makes me all giggly and inspired. For those interested, please check out her Shalnark piece - I haven't read it yet, but I'm sure it's just as good as everything else Ram produces.

WC: 10K

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy! 

“So you went and got yourself kidnapped, huh?” Uvogin asks, cocking a brow at you.

               You, who’s tied to a metal chair, gagged and blindfolded, very clearly having no fucking clue what is going on.

               You squirm, sitting up straight at the sound of a new, unfamiliar voice. Your cute little sleeping shorts had ridden up a bit, exposing more of your thigh than you were probably comfortable with, and Uvo notices with a distant sense of enjoyment that the thin nightshirt you’re sporting is doing very little to hide the way the cold air is affecting your chest.

               You’re weak, really; a pathetic little thing that has him scoffing and crossing his arms.

               “Listen up, I’m only gonna tell you this once. A friend of yours – Stacy, was it? Anyway, this friend of yours got herself noticed by the wrong type of guy.” He starts, plopping down and sitting in his own identical metal chair, just without the restraints.

               You stop struggling when he mentions her name, and he takes this as a sign to continue.

               “See, Nobuanga’s not a bad guy. He’s a little rough around the edges, sure, but any guy who isn’t is hardly worth knowing.” He chuckles at his own assessment of his closest friend, though you don’t seem to share the sentiment. “Stacy works at that shitty little restaurant he loves – the one with the sticky, greasy booths and the fries that come drenched with salt and are so limp they literally drip oil.”

               He shivers at the mere memory, the hamburger he’d ordered barely worth eating.

               “Don’t know what she did, exactly, but somehow he’s smitten – she’s got him all fucked up, ranting and raving about how beautiful she is and how she smiles at him all the time and flirts with him on the clock. Real annoying, if you ask me.” He sighs heavily, letting his thumb sit at his chin as he loses himself in the story of his best friend falling in love – with your best friend, no less.

               “And then she quit her job, I’m sure you know. Started working up at that movie theater – more shitty, oily food, just popcorn instead of fries this time.” He laughs again. “Nobunaga went crazy over that, you know, thinking that maybe she wanted to work in a more intimate setting like that so that he could sneak her off into some abandoned theater and get some one-on-one quality time, if you know what I mean.”

               You grimace, at both the implications of his last statement and the mention of Stacy quitting. You know exactly why she’d quit – it was the whole reason you’d been staying at her place, really. She was convinced she had a stalker, that there was this crazy man who used to bother her at the diner and follow her home. It’d scared her, obviously, and she’d requested – with a guilty look and fiddling thumbs – if you’d be willing to spend the next few nights are her place with her, because maybe if there was more than one person home he wouldn’t get gutsy and break in. Of course you’d agreed, believing her fully and not wanting to leave her alone to deal with this crazed freak.

               Although now, you’re starting to regret that decision just a bit.

               “As I’m sure you know, it didn’t change much. Pretty stupid, to be honest – if a stalker’s that dedicated, how the hell is a change of occupation going to change anything? Chick’s pretty dumb, if you ask me.” He shrugs, and although you can’t see it through your blindfold, you’re sure his face is awfully apathetic about the whole situation. “She was ignoring him, refusing to serve him at the theater, reporting him to her manager, even calling the police and getting a description of him circulating. She was going to get a restraining order against him, even – again, like that’d do shit.”

               He snorts, and you bite into the gag harder.

               Sighing, he looks up at the ceiling. “See, that’s the thing about Nobunaga. He might seem a little lazy sometimes, but he’s got a heart of gold when it comes to the ones he cares about. He’d do anything for that woman – steal for her, kill for her, anything at all. He’s a sap, totally obsessed with the chick, but it’s kind of sweet in a way, I guess. Means he really cares about her. Isn’t that funny? Her stalker really is in love with her.”

               You don’t find it particularly funny, but you can’t say much.

               “Anyways, the police finally got a sighting of him last night. Went through the system pretty fast – I’m a little impressed, to be honest. Normally takes those bastards much longer to process things. Regardless, a few too many sirens were going last night, even a few cars parked outside the apartment he’s been squatting in, yelling his name in those big, gaudy megaphones of theirs. Caused a real stir, and sent the guy into a panic.”

               He takes a moment to breath, tapping his foot lightly on the ground. “So what does he do? He calls me, in the middle of the night, talking so fast that I can’t even understand the guy. All I’m hearing is Stacy this, Stacy that, police and blah blah blah recognized. I had to force the words out of him before it made any sense, the idiot.” That same laugh rattles in your ears.

               “Eventually I got him to be coherent, and he told me that he had to ‘make his move’, whatever the hell that meant. Said he couldn’t wait anymore, that he had to take Stacy and run – the police were coming, and even though it’s not hard to take out a couple of poorly trained guys, it’s still a pain in the ass and Shizuku’s not here to clean up his mess.

               “Anyways, he starts begging me – literally, actually pleading with me, imagine that – to come and help him out. He told me there’s this other chick at her place – some girl she’s been keeping around for some unknown reason, and he needs someone to take care of the body.” Your blood goes cold, fear suddenly creeping back up your throat.

               Was he going to kill you? Why was he bothering to tell you all this if he was just planning on slicing open your neck? Did he find some sick pleasure in prolonging your death?

               He notices your discomfort, it seems, because soon he’s rolling his eyes, scoffing at you. “Calm down. You’re such a bad actor – can’t even see your face, really, and I know you’re scared shitless now. I’m not going to kill you, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

               You calm slightly, but not much.

               “As I was saying, there’s this girl he needs me to take care of – a quick death, nothing too flashy, which makes me immediately ask why the hell he’d request me of all people, when every time I kill it’s messy. It’s kind of my trademark, you know?”

               You didn’t, and you hoped it’d stay that way.

               He sighs again. “Anyways, I head on over to Stacy’s apartment, meeting Nobunaga outside and listening to him run down the plan. He’s going to run inside and knock her out, pulling her out of bed and running off to God knows where he’s got all set up for the two of them. And while he’s busy doing that, I’m supposed to head in and eliminate the friend. Seemed easy enough, if not a bit tedious, so I agree and we head inside, keeping mind of the sirens still in the distance.

               “Everything’s going smoothly, except once we get the front door open, it becomes very clear that Nobunaga was stupid and panicked and didn’t bother to doublecheck if Stacy was actually asleep.” He pauses to sigh dramatically, like it’s some big annoyance. “She’s fully awake, standing about ten feet away from the door, and then she starts fucking screaming.”

               You remember that bit – the screaming, that is, because it had woken you up from your slumber on Stacy’s couch. Everything is still blurry after that, disorientation fogging your brain from being so abruptly woken up.

               “She’s yelling and screeching, and if Nobunaga hadn’t been there I probably would’ve killed her myself just to get her to shut the fuck up. She’s got one of those high, shrill, shrieky voices, you know? The kind that really drive me up the wall - it’s damn annoying.” He pauses, looking at you skeptically. “Hope you haven’t got one of those, things’ll get messy real quick if you do.”

               You hope you don’t, either.

               “He rushes forward and tries to grab her, but she swats at him and, get this, manages to punch him in the dick.” He laughs aloud at that, slapping his knee and throwing his head back. “This weak-ass girl manages to get him on the ground flat, stupid ass’s hands clutching at his dick, and what does she do in the meantime? She runs over to the couch, grabbing this girl and staring back at me like I’m some monster.”

               You make a noise through the gag, but Uvogin ignores it.

               “I’ve gotta hand it to Stacy, though, she’s got guts. She starts yellin’ at us about how she won’t let us kill the girl, how she’ll kill herself before she lets us get our hands on her, and immediately Nobunaga crumbles. I don’t know why the idiot didn’t think of the possibility earlier, but he totally freezes up when she threatens that, just gaping like a fish. It was pretty awkward for me, to be honest, because watching him get so thoroughly rejected was giving me serious second hand embarrassment. I mean, the chick literally said she’d rather kill herself than let Nobuanga take her – pretty harsh if you ask me.”

               He looks back at your covered face, letting his gaze linger on the edges of the blindfold. “So he panics and gives into her demand, telling her he won’t kill her friend – says that he’ll just take her too, so that way everyone’s happy.”

               He frowns a bit at you, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, everyone except you, probably. And except Stacy, too, probably. And except me. So really, Nobunaga’s the only happy one.”

               Your face would sour if it was able to.

               “Anyways, it wasn’t hard to knock them both out and bring ‘em to their respective holding places. I’ve got no clue where the hell Nobunaga’s keeping his chick, but I’m sure you’ve figured out that you’re Stacy’s little friend.”

               You nod, slowly, the movement limited by your restraints. Your wrists have gone numb and your ankles feel bruised and sore, the ropes keeping them pinned the legs of the chair making blood flow difficult.

               “So, what to do with you now.” His voice is wistful, like he’s actually contemplating, and that same familiar fear washes over you again.

               He groans, the chair skidding out behind him as he stands to his full height. “Would you quit it with the fear? I already told you I’m not killing you, are you even listening to me?”

               You nod again, faster this time.

               Uvogin sighs, shuffling forward towards you. You can hear him approaching, and although your shoulders stiffen up, you try not to look as terrified as you feel. It doesn’t seem to work all that well, but he spares you another comment about it.

               Soon the blindfold is ripped off your head, leaving your hair messy and out of place, your eyes squinting and blinking rapidly to adjust to the rather bright white light hanging over you and what you can now see is an absolute behemoth of a man.

               He’s fucking huge – towering over you in every sense of the word, muscles practically bulging out of his body with how defined and massive they are. Black hairs cover every inch of his body you can see, even his arms and especially the bits of chest peeking out of his white top. Ragged, unruly hair sweeps down to his shoulders, making the muscles of his neck look even firmer, and you gulp. Any chance of escaping has basically left you now – there’s no way in hell you could ever beat that, especially if he’d already managed to kidnap you once.

               He clears his throat and your gaze is brought up to his face, a small, strange wave of embarrassment flooding through you as you realize you’ve been caught staring. He’s smirking, though, and you take in the sharp line of his jaw, the thick, dark eyebrows that frame equally dark eyes. He’s attractive, in a strange, rugged sort of way, and you immediately feel sick at the thought.

               “You like what you’re seein’?” He teases, and you immediately look away, still unable to reply with the gag covering your mouth.

               He laughs, and sets his hands on his lips. “Well, looks like you’re stuck with me. Before you freak out, I can’t kill you because that damn Stacy really seems to care about you, and she’s told Nobunaga she’ll kill herself if she doesn’t get regular proof that you’re still alive.”

               A flame of hope ignites in your chest, and internally you thank Stacy, even if this whole situation is less than ideal.

               He seems to sense your sudden upturn in mood, chuckling with a condescending lilt. “Oh no, princess, that doesn’t mean I’m letting you go. No, you’ve gotta stay put, because now that you know what I look like, you’ll go to the cops and report me as fast as those little legs of yours can manage.”

               You shake your head at that, eyes glistening with tears as he shuts down your last hope of escaping. Please, you internally beg him, hoping he’ll somehow be able to sense this too. I won’t, I promise!

               His gaze narrows at you, before that same smirk is back. “I’m sure if you could talk you’d be telling me how you’ll never tell a soul, but you and I both know that’s bullshit. So I’ll save us both some time and keep you here, so that I don’t have to track you down again and lock you back up once you’ve just gotten free.”

               You visibly deflate, and if Uvogin had been a kinder man, he would’ve almost felt bad for you. But instead, he just hums, crouching down in front of you. Even squatting he’s still taller than you, and it does nothing to make you feel less scared.

               “Now listen up, here are the rules. I’m a pretty nice guy, all things considered, so don’t break my rules and I won’t break your bones.”

               Your eyes get wide, but you nod along. He smiles, patting your knee.

               “That’s good, see? You’re already doing better than that Stacy girl, at least you’re not fighting me every step of the way.” Something about his statement makes guilt eat away at your chest – are you supposed to be fighting more? There doesn’t really seem to be a point – this man is massive, and you’re all bound and unable to move. You’re doing the best you can, right?

               “First,” He holds up a finger, “don’t even bother trying to escape. I’m bigger than you, faster than you, stronger than you, and smarter than you. There’s nothing you can try that I won’t see through, and you’ll end up regretting it more than you can imagine.

               “Second, no trying to hurt yourself. Nobunaga will kill me if I let you die, and it’d be a pain to deal with him.” He fixes you a stern look, and you nod.

               “Third, don’t go digging through my shit. I’m doing my buddy a favor by keeping you here, and if I find you snooping around… He didn’t say anything about roughing you up a bit, and it might be good for Stacy to see you with some bruises or a cast or two.” His threat doesn’t go unheard, and you nod again, throat bobbing as you swallow.

               He stares at you for a moment more, gaze calculating and judging whether you’ve really accepted his conditions, before strong fingers come up to untie the knot keeping your gag in place.

               “Don’t you scream, I’ll have to shut you up if you do.” He warns, before pulling the fabric away. Immediately you’re flexing your jaw, the muscle aching as you move it, and he watches with a neutral expression. You’re still tied up, unable to move really, and Uvogin gets a fleeting thought of how pitiful you look.

               “Um,” You start, your voice a bit hoarse from being so dry and unused for the last few hours. “What’s your name?”

               He blinks, before laughing a bit. “Of all the questions you could’ve asked, all the things you could’ve said and done as soon as you woke up from learning you’ve been kidnapped, and that’s what you chose? Shit, you wouldn’t survive in the wild, would you?”

               Shame creeps up your neck at his belittlement, but before you can defend yourself he’s answering. “It’s Uvogin.”

               You nod, not willing to look at him. It’s silent for a few moments, before he sighs again and reaches forward to untie the rope shackling your ankles and wrists. As soon as you’re free, you try to stretch out your limbs, keeping a weary eye on the man – Uvogin.

               What a stupid name.

               “Well, the fact that you’re not screaming your head off is a promising sign. Get up, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.” He orders, already taking off towards the door in the corner of the small room. You try to follow him, but your legs aren’t moving right, and it takes you a while to make your way over there. He looks irritated at your lack of speed, but says nothing, only holding open the door until you make your way through.

               You’re led down into a rather sparse apartment, only furnished with a single gray couch against one wall (with a few stains on it that make you wince a bit), a TV and some cabinets, a wooden table and two chairs, and a beat-up fridge in the adjoining kitchen. Everything’s clean, but the space lacks any sort of personality, and it makes you uncomfortable.

               “That’s your bed, extra blankets are in the closet. If you need anything tell me, and I might snag it for you next time I’m out on a job.” Something about the way he says ‘snag’ makes you nervous, so you just mutter a small affirmation.

               He gives you one last glance over, his eyes once again lingering on your chest, before stepping through the doorway.

               “Wait, Uvogin!” Your voice, a bit wobbly and unsure, makes him turn back, his brow cocked and curiosity dancing on his features. (And a bit of surprise, too, because he hadn’t expected you to say anything to him, or even use his name. Maybe you weren’t as skittish and weak as you seemed – though, he doubted that.)

               “Um, is it possible for me to see Stacy soon?” You asked, voice growing smaller with every word. He blinks, before standing up a bit straighter.

               “Actually, you’re in luck. Nobunaga called me about an hour ago and let me know we’re meeting up in a few days – he said it would be good for Stacy to have a ‘playdate’ with you. Whatever the fuck that means.” Uvogin shrugs, looking entirely uninterested, and you bristle at Nobunaga’s choice of words. Poor Stacy.

               Excitement brews in your chest; at least you’ll have a familiar face, and hopefully the stranger hasn’t done anything too terrible to your friend. Nodding, you glance back to the floor, wishing the hulking man staring at you would just leave. He does, a few moments later, and only then do you allow yourself to slump onto the bed he’s assigned you. The bedroom is bare like the rest of the home, with a twin bed set in the corner and a small set of drawers sitting nearby. It makes you laugh humorlessly – were you supposed to fill that chest? With what? You hadn’t brought anything with you, and you seriously doubted Uvogin would let you return home to grab some of your clothes.

               Sighing, you sat onto the bed, the mattress firm under you. Distantly, some part of you was pleased – at least the bed would be comfortable enough.

               Time passes slowly as you sit on the bed – not your bed, not yet. You stare at the wall ahead of you, the fear slowly seeping out of your system until only exhaustion remains. Sleep eventually takes over, and although you try to fight it, you’re slipping into a dreamless slumber before long.

               Uvogin’s tolerable, you’ve found. He’s certainly not nice, nor is he an especially great person to be around, but he could be much worse, you suppose. He’s fed you twice daily for however long you’ve been stuck here (it feels like a week, so you’re assuming it is, if only to stave off any self-doubt that’s creeping into the corners of your mind), and the food’s not terrible. It’s clearly takeout, the packaging sometimes even having Chinese characters on it or restaurant logos, and you’ve been mostly satisfied with his choices so far. He’ll sometimes ask you what you want, and while you were too scared to answer the first few times (which only makes him scowl and roll his eyes, muttering a small damn, Nobunaga owes me one), eventually you’d felt safe enough to be honest.

               He hasn’t hurt you, either. At least, not yet. You’re aware he could, if he wanted to – those muscles make it hard to forget, and you’d seen him crush his phone in his hand like a bug when a phone call with someone named Franklinwent poorly.

               He’s scary, still, but you’ve reached the point now where you aren’t practically hyperventilating every time he enters the room. You still keep him in your field of vision, weary for any sudden changes in his behavior, but every day that passes has you growing more complacent with your position. The constant threat of Stacy potentially facing consequences for your actions doesn’t deter you from being on your best behavior, either.

               Besides, sometimes he’s even a little bit funny – not that you’d ever laugh at his jokes, but he has this weird sense of humor that you think you’d like, if the situation had been different. If you’d met him on the street you definitely would’ve tried to cross to the other side, but you would’ve found him oddly charming, his snide remarks and cocky air a bit entertaining.

               You try not to think about that, though, because the mere presence of these thoughts means the Stockholm Syndrome is starting to kick in. And while you aren’t the most resilient person on the planet, even you have to admit it’s a bit early for that.

               Sighing, you take another bite of the curry he’d brought you, pleasantly surprised that the spice level was perfect. Uvogin didn’t have many rules, it was true, but he did have a few unspoken ones – one of which being that meals, particularly take-out meals, were to be eaten at the small, rickety table. Together, which wasn’t ideal.

               “I’ve gotta make sure you don’t try to starve yourself or choke.” He’d told you the first time, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you into the seat across from his, the noodles sitting in front of you still packaged neatly in their container. At first you’d been nervous he would try to poison you, but eventually hunger got the best of you and you were slurping the noodles down, still keeping a nervous eye on the hulking man in front of you.

               “So, big news.” He starts, taking a bite out of his chicken. He always took big bites, you’d noticed, but he ordered enough food that even if his pace was twice as fast as yours, he never finished before you.

               You glance up at him, trying not to let toomuch curiosity show on your face, but he seems to realize anyway.

               “I know you haven’t been up to much, but don’t make your excitement so obvious. Hurts my feelings to know you think I’m so boring.” He’s joking, you think, and to sate him you attempt to smile.

               “Nobunaga called me again this morning; today’s the day.”

               You practically choke on your food, eyes blowing wide and your hands beginning to shake. Finally, finally you’d be able to see Stacy – you’d been worried sick about her the last week or so, terrified that her transition to the life of being a captive hadn’t gone as smoothly as your own. (You snorted bitterly at that – smooth probably wasn’t the best word for how you’d been feeling, but at least you hadn’t been hit yet, or assaulted or any number of things. Hopefully Nobunaga wasn’t any worse of a person than your own captor.)

               Uvogin is watching you, you realize, with a strange look in his eye. As soon as you glance up at him you look away again, clearing your throat and trying to keep your voice even as you ask, “That’s good, it’ll be nice to see her again.”

               It’s silent for a moment, before his booming laugh makes you wince a bit. “Yeah, I’m sure you are. Finish up, I don’t like wasting food. Once you’re done we’ll head out - try to not to choke.”

               He says that right as you start shoveling the food into your mouth, hoping that eating quicker will mean you can see Stacy quicker. He chuckles at you, but you follow his orders and slow down a bit. He throws you one more glance, that cocky smile on his lips, before digging into his own food again.

               He’s eating a bit faster than normal, too, you notice.

               He apologizes with an insincere tone as he ties the blindfold back on you (he’d told you that you can’t know where you are just in case you decide to get rebellious and run away), and soon you’re stuffed into a car. Everything’s hard to keep track of when you can’t see, but Uvogin’s talking (like normal), so you try to tune into the sound of his voice to help the time pass.

               “Now listen, you might not wanna touch her too much, Nobunaga’s a bit…” He trails off, and you can hear his hand tightening on the steering wheel. “Possessive. You’re her friend and all, and I’m sure he won’t hurt you, especially not in front of her, but be careful.”

               You nod, absentmindedly.

               “Also, don’t be too surprised if she doesn’t look the way she used to. He was always going on about how she was dressed too inappropriately in her day-to-day life, so she might be a little underdressed.”

               He’d hesitated to say underdressed, and you tried not to think about what that could mean.

               It’s quiet for a few moments, and you shift in the car seat. He’d let you sit in the front, an unexpected luxury, but you didn’t like that he could see you while you couldn’t see him. He wouldn’t hurt you, you were mostly confident of that now, but who knew what he had planned.

               “We’re almost there. If things go badly, I’ll get you out of there. You’re pretty damn weak, a broken bone would probably take a few weeks for you to heal. I don’t want to deal with you being injured, and I’m sure you don’t, either.”

               Your lips must’ve given away your fear, because a moment later he’s sighing. “Did you know that you practically reek your emotions? I feel like I can smell ‘em, even when I can’t even see half your damn face.”

               You don’t have anything to say to that, but you force yourself to speak anyway, not wanting to dignify his last comment. “Do you think – well, do you think Nobunaga will want to hurt me?”

               Uvogin ponders your question for a moment, surprised that you’d spoken up. You hadn’t done much talking in the time he’d had you – he was sure it was because you were scared, but it was nice to hear you talking to him like you weren’t scared shitless of him. Even if you had every reason to be so terrified.

               “Honestly, probably. Especially if you touch her.”

               You suck in a breath, and Uvogin hums. “But it’s not going to happen.”

               “What do you mean?”

               You could practically hear his toothy grin.

               “It’s my job to protect you, right? So I will. Even if the one you need protecting from is the same guy who wants you to be protected.”

               Something in his tone gives you the impression he means those words more than he’s letting on, and you shiver as you imagine just who this Nobunaga guy could possibly be.

               “Oh my god, oh my god – you’re alive! Thank god!” Stacy sobs, arms wrapping around you like a vice before you can even respond. You clutch her back just as tightly, burying your face into her brown curls, a few tears pricking at your eyes. You’d been nervous that Nobunaga would’ve hurt her, with the way Uvogin was describing him, but after a thorough look-over, you find no bruises or marks marring her olive skin.

               Eventually she pulls back, but keeps her hands firmly grasping your shoulders. Her eyes are red with tears, and her lower lip is wobbling. She’s not hurt, but she looks bad – there’s heavy bags under eyes and her hair is frazzled, her lips look swollen and she’s clutching onto you hard. Really hard.

               “Stacy, are you hurt?” You ask, letting your hands cup her cheeks. You see Nobunaga – who Uvogin had pointed out with a small that’s the guy when you’d walked in – stiffen up at that, and Uvogin’s warning flashes through your mind. You might not want to touch her. Right.

               Stacy glances over at her captor, and you follow her gaze, only to see Uvogin give you a small nod and drag his friend out the door by the collar of his purple kimono, calling over his shoulder that they’ll be back in exactly five minutes, and that they’ll know if you try to escape.

               As soon as the door closes, Stacy pulls you in for another hug, the words flying out of her mouth so quickly you can barely understand her. “He’s – Nobunaga, he’s horrible. He never leaves me alone, and he treats me like I’m some incompetent little baby, and he’s always touching me and I just – I can’t –“

               You cut her off by pressing her face into your neck again, rubbing the back of her head and letting her cry. You’re crying too, now, but your tears fall silently compared to her sobbing.

               You don’t say much, because what can you say? It would be a lie to tell her that everything’s going to be okay, and every other reassurance that dances on the tip of your tongue just feels wrong, like you’d be pointedly lying to her. Instead, you let her get it out, her grip on you never loosening. You’d known Nobunaga had been the root of all her anxieties the last few months, long before he’d gotten the gall to kidnap her. And while you were happy that she wasn’t hurt, it still pained you to see her like this.

               Eventually she’d calmed down, and you feel her pull back and wipe at her sniffling nose. “I’m so sorry.” She whispers to you, looking like she’s on the verge of crying again. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this mess, I should’ve just gone quietly and left you alone. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay with me for a few weeks, now you’re really stuck with that monster.”

               You don’t tell her that it’s okay, because it’s not. Some part of you is still bitter and resentful towards her for involving you, because she’s right. You could be still living your life if she hadn’t requested you to help deter her stalker from making a move. But despite your anger, you can’t find it in yourself to hate her. Not when she’s like this – not when she’s probably experiencing something even worse than you.

               “It doesn’t matter now, all that matters is that we’re both alive, and we’re both okay. Or, at least, okay as we can be, given the situation.” You tell her, smiling softly. She blinks at you, eyes wide and vulnerable, before nodding and swallowing.

               “Yeah, I was worried that you wouldn’t be, with the way Nobunaga was talking about Uvogin.” Her voice was hoarse still, and you laughed humorlessly at that.

               “Yeah, well, he hasn’t hurt me yet, so I think I’ll be okay. He mostly just ignores me, honestly, so I guess I’m lucky.” Your attempt at optimism doesn’t make Stacy smile like you’d hoped. Rather, her lips pull into a frown and her eyebrows furrow.

               “He ignores you? That doesn’t make sense.”

               You expression mirrors hers. “What? I mean, the only reason I got kidnapped too was insurance so that you wouldn’t kill yourself –“

               Stacy’s face morphs into one of horror, and her grip on your shoulders goes slack.

               Quickly you’re backpedaling, worried the mention of her self-imposed death might’ve triggered something you wanted to avoid. “I’m not saying it’s your fault, I totally understand why you –“

               “Alright, time’s up.” Nobunaga’s voice interrupts, and knuckly hands are suddenly on your shoulders, pushing you aside so that Nobunaga can stand in front of Stacy. You stumble back, falling backwards against Uvogin’s hard chest, immediately standing up straight.

               Nobunaga’s cupping Stacy’s chin, and you can see from this angle the way he smiles, a slight pink color flooding his cheeks. It makes you sick, and the pained look on Stacy’s face only makes your gut sink more. She’s looking at you still, and something about the way her brows are cocked inward that makes you feel like she’s almost pitying you.  

               “Did you miss me, baby?” Nobunaga’s cooing down at her, and it makes your skin crawl. Uvogin sighs from behind you and grabs your wrist, dragging you out of the room. His grip is surprisingly gentle, and as you watch Stacy slowly fade from your view, you can’t help but be slightly grateful that at least your captor isn’t leaning down for a kiss like hers.

               The car ride home is mostly quiet, and it’s not until you’re nearing the end of your time in the vehicle that Uvogin breaks the silence.

               “So, what did you talk about while we were gone? Girly shit?” You think he’s attempting a joke, but you can’t even pretend to laugh at it.

               “She’s not happy.” You comment, voice slightly flat, and Uvogin snorts at your words.

               “Of course she’s not happy, she’s just been kidnapped. And by her stalker, no less – would anyone be happy? Hell, are you happy?” He asks you, and you blanch at his question. Somehow, though, it feels like some sort of trap, so you stay quiet.

               He doesn’t say anything more until he’s pulling you out of the car, your footsteps hesitant and clumsy because he’d put that damn blindfold on you again. He guides you up to the apartment, and soon you’re standing in the living room area, the fabric falling from your eyes.

               “I’ve got some errands to run today, so I’ll be gone for a while. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He asks, standing in front of the door with his arms crossed. You’re a bit touched that he’s offering to get you something, but you try not to focus on it. Of course you’re feeling grateful for him – he may be holding you captive, yes, but at least he hasn’t tried to kiss you or touch you. Poor Stacy didn’t share your luck.

               “Um, maybe some chips? I don’t care what flavor, just something crunchy…” You trail off, looking at him nervously. You’d never requested anything before, and some part of you is convinced he’d only asked you the question to laugh in your face and deny you.

               He cracks a smile and nods, hand already on the doorknob. “Okay. Okay, but you’d better be prepared to share, because I happen to be a big chip fan myself. So don’t get greedy, yeah?”

               You half-smile, rubbing at your arm. “Yeah, I won’t be.”

               He steps out the door, and once again the apartment is silent, his presence gone and all movement within the room gone, too.

               The TV won’t work for you, you know that, but you’re still trying to get it to behave. Uvogin had to type in some password every time he turned it on, and it was too long and encoded for you to ever be able to decipher it. Still, you were clicking the power button of the remote over and over, hoping against hope that it would somehow short circuit and bypass that password screen. When it didn’t, you only sighed, rising to your feet and wandering towards the monitor.

               Uvogin, you’d learned, was surprisingly meticulous – surprisingly organized, really. Meaning there was a chance he’d written down the password to the TV and had it stored somewhere. He’d only been gone for about a half hour, if the clock was any indication, and you had a lot of time to kill before he returned home. Not that he was your only source of entertainment – though, you’d read the single book he owned three times already.

               Your knees crack as you kneel down in front of the cupboard the TV was sitting on, the wooden doors creaking as they open. The shelves are mostly empty – a few older remotes, and a cable channel guide.

               Frustrated, you huff and let your shoulders slump, trying to decide what to do next. The TV obviously wasn’t planning on cooperating, though there was a cupboard right next to the one you’re searching through that could potentially hold the answer.

               Uvogin’s rules distantly float through your mind, his gruff voice replaying in perfect clarity. Third, don’t go digging through my shit. Glancing back up the clock, you bite your lip. You had time, because while he was massive and huge and scary, there was no way he could get all his errands done in just thirty minutes.

               With a deep breath, you move over to the other cabinet, letting your fingers curl around the knob. The doors don’t creak when they open, and immediately you’re scanning the shelves. These ones are full – with boxes, each labeled with a date on them. Cocking a brow, you examine the dates. January 4th – January 25th, April 29th – May 7th, and so on.

               Intrigued, you slowly slide out one of the boxes, noticing not a single bit of dust is sitting on the cover. He must use this cabinet much more often than the one you’d been searching through previously, as a thick layer of dust had sprung up in your face the moment you opened the cabinet door.

               The box itself is light, but you still set it down in front of you, your fingers delicate and careful, too worried that you’ll break something if you press too hard. And then Uvogin would know, surely, especially if he truly used this cabinet that often.

               Slowly, you take off the box’s cover, and immediately your brows are scrunching together. What the hell?

               When you’d imagined the kind of ‘shit’ Uvogin didn’t want you to snoop through, you hadn’t pegged it to be this. Whatever this was, that is.

               It looked like a box full of receipts – tons of pieces of paper, all in weird sizes or shapes that looked like they were ripped out of some sort of notebook. The handwriting is messy, the letters all crammed together and difficult to decipher. You pick the paper on top up, turning it this way and that, trying to read the text.

               Her: Sorry, I know it’s late, but I need to ask you a quick question.

               Them: Yeah? What’s up?

               Her: Do you think he’s alright? Chris, I mean – he hasn’t called me back for a few days, and I’m worried about him.

               Them: You know Chris, it always takes him a while to respond. I wouldn’t worry, he’s just unpredictable.

               Her: Yeah, I guess…

               [6 second pause]

               Them: Go to sleep, it’s late. You’ve got work in the morning, right?

               Her: Yeah, I do. Okay, okay, I’m getting into bed now. Goodnight.

               Them: Goodnight, call me when you hear back from him.

               Her: Okay.

               What was this? The ambiguity of it all confused you – who was her? Them? Chris?

               You furrowed your brows, confusion sitting in your gut alongside a strange feeling. The hairs at the back of your neck prickled up, and a small pang of unease bolted through you.

               Setting the piece of paper back into the bin, you picked up another one. This one was shorter, more to the point.

               Her: Are we still on for Friday night?

               Them: Yeah! Freddy’s, nine o’clock sharp. I’m buying, remember.

               Her: You always say that, and you always get too shit faced to pay. Liar!

               Them: Hey, I just know how to have fun! You could learn how to do that, you know.

               Her: Yeah yeah, okay, I’ll see you later.

               Your fingers are shaking as you finish reading the small, triangular slip of paper. Your lips are slightly parted, brows still crunched together. Something about the interaction between Her and Them felt oddly familiar – like something you’d heard before.

               And the mention of Freddy’s. That’d been the name of a bar you frequented often with your friends, back before everything had gone to shit with Stacy.

               Unnerved, you set the piece of paper back in the box and slide the box into its place on the shelf, running your eyes back over the listed date. August 28th – September 16th. One of your best friend’s birthdays was in that range.

               Wiping your palms on your thighs, you try to calm the pounding of your heart. Something feels off, wrong in a way you can’t quite place. Surely, Freddy’s is a common enough name; it doesn’t necessarily mean your favorite bar. Plus, even if it does mean that particular bar, who knew who these people were. You surely don’t - who the hell is Chris?

               Wanting to put some distance between you and the cabinet, you get to your feet again and close it, wandering away into the little hallway connecting the living space, bathroom and two bedrooms. Cupping some water in your hands from the bathroom sink, you splash your face, letting the cold wash over your skin. Closing your eyes, you try to calm down. It doesn’t mean anything – how could it? You’re probably just all shaken up after seeing Stacy and her freaky captor. Nobunaga disturbed you, you can’t deny it.

               Sighing, you open your eyes, wiping your face with your towel. (Uvogin had been kind enough to give you one designated as your own, saving you from the horrible fate of having you dry your body with a towel that he’d already used.) Though you notice with a small start that the towel is wet, despite you not having showered recently. Odd.

               As you turn to leave the room, you notice a shirt sitting piled up in the corner. It was black, and surely not your own – holding it up, it looked big enough to dwarf you. Must be Uvogin’s, then.

               His bedroom is across from your own, and while you haven’t been inside it yet, it feels wrong to just leave his shirt on the floor, where it could get dirty and maybe even moldy. Besides, doing a little cleaning would keep you occupied – both from boredom, and from contemplating those weird slips of paper further.

               You slowly open the door, immediately getting hit with a wave of musk. Uvogin normally smelled decent, but the scent in here is strong enough to make you wince a bit, the overwhelming stench of sweat, mint, and male making you a bit nauseous. To your surprise, the room is spotless – a very, very large bed sits floated in the middle, a navy and black flannel comforter covering the top while a few large, puffy pillows sit at attention at the head. A few pairs of boots are lined up in the corner, and a single picture looks to be taped up on the wall above them. Curiously, you step forward, moving towards the photo.

               Uvogin had told you very little about himself – only that he worked as a contractor, of sorts, and that he didn’t have too many friends, so you wouldn’t have to worry about visitors. But now that you’re looking at the photo, you’re wondering if maybe that last statement hadn’t been so true – the photo is of a dozen or so people, all posing for the camera with various degrees of a smile on their face. Uvogin’s in the back, on the left side, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a shorter blond man, his blue eyes in a wink and holding up his thumb. Uvogin’s smiling, and as you scan the photo, you stop when you hit Nobunaga, who’s seated in the front row next to a woman with big glasses and a modified cross necklace. Everyone looks happy, and briefly you wonder whether Uvogin considers these people friends. He must, if Nobunaga’s present – an odd sort of satisfaction worms its way into your chest at the thought. You don’t like Uvogin, surely not – but still, everyone needs friends, right? Even kidnappers.

               God, you really are starting to develop Stockholm Syndrome.

               Shaking your head to try and clear the thoughts, you approach his closet and snag a hanger, trying to hang up the shirt you’re holding in your arms. The thing is tall, and as you try to get the hanger’s hook to wrap over the metal bar, your eyes fall to the side, noticing something out of the corner of your vision.

               It’s a soft pink, and you cock a brow. Uvogin? Owning something pink?

               Eventually, and with a soft grunt, you get the hanger to successfully sit onto the bar, and immediately you’re investigating the pink thing. This goes directly against his rules, you know – you’re quite literally snooping, but hopefully he’d still be out for longer. Besides, even if he comes back, you could just tell him you’re putting away his shirt, and maybe he wouldn’t call you on your half-lie.

               Whatever the thing is, it’s wedged pretty far back in the closet – you’d only managed to catch a brief glimpse of it, and for good reason. There’s a storage container in the back of the closet, an organizer of sorts with some compartments that all seem to be stuffed full. It’s hard to see, the overhead light dim to begin with and not penetrating too deeply into the dark closet, but you’re able to fish out the pink fabric soon enough.

               It's lace, you realize, your curiosity only doubling. That same pin-prickly feeling is back, and as you slowly flatten out the cloth, your breath catches.

               It’s a thong. Pink and lacy, with a bow decorating the back, right over the tailbone.

               But more than that, the thong looks familiar. There’s a thread pulled on the front right side, and a stain on the fabric at the very bottom, looking awfully similar to the color your own discharge makes once it’s been washed.

               Your fingers are shaking again, and you stumble back a bit, the back of your knees catching onto the bed so that you fall back and land on your ass, too busy staring at the cloth in your hands to bother trying to situate yourself.

               These panties are yours.

               You’re sure of it – you know because Stacy bought them for you a few months ago. She’d cheekily handed them to you with a big, gaudy bow on top, a wink sent your way and a demure because I know you’ve got a date tonight, and I also know you haven’t gotten laid in way too long. That was the night you’d been set up on a blind date with a friend’s coworker. He’d been nice, though you hadn’t slept with him, and you hadn’t gone out again after that. He didn’t seem all that interested in you as a romantic pursuit, but he was funny, and you’d hoped you could become friends, at least.

               And his name was Chris. And he’d gone missing a few days after.

               You drop the panties, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

               You don’t want to, and you know you shouldn’t, but before you can stop yourself you’re rushing forward to the closet, digging back to that storage compartment and rooting around for anything else you can find. It must be a coincidence; it has to be a coincidence. These can’t be your panties, you must be mistaken – why would Uvogin have these? How could he have these? You’d lost them in the laundry a while back.

               At least, that’s what you’d assumed.

               Pulling your hand back, you see you’ve grabbed a few items. They’re smaller, not clothing, but nonetheless incriminating. There’s a chapstick container, with a strange flavor on it that you’ve only seen once, back when you won it in some weird fundraising fair you’d been at for your job. Kiwi banana grape, it said in curling black lettering, and when you pop open the top, you notice it’s almost completely empty.

               There’s also a button; it’s black with a strange shape, one you recognize as being from your favorite jacket. It’d fallen off one day, but you’d been too busy walking around the city to have realized. It was a real bummer, because it’d rendered the jacket unwearable because too big a draft would sneak through it.

               And lastly, there’s a bandaid – it’s old, you can tell, with a kiddy pattern of some fairies and a dinosaur on it that the nurse had apologized for having to use, telling you it was all they had available at the time. You remembered it – it’d made you laugh that you’d gotten your flu shot and she’d patched it up with a bandaid designed for six year olds, even going so far as to snap a photo and send it in the group chat you kept with your friends.

               You feel sick.

               Throwing the small items back into the compartment, you rush to the bathroom, barely making it before you’re heaving, all the curry you’d forced down your throat earlier coming right back up.

               What the fuck?

               Who was Uvogin? Why did he have all of this? How did he have all of this? What did it mean? Your head’s rushing, too many thoughts and implications swimming through your oversaturated mind, and you have just barely enough strength to flush the toilet and stand up, staring at yourself in the mirror.

               Stacy’s words rush back to you as you examine your face, seeing your wide eyes and the way your chest is rising and falling with each harsh breath slipping through your lips. He ignores you? That doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense – none of it at all. Why would your by-association captor have any of your personal items? Especially personal items you’d lost or thrown away literal months ago, long before you’d ever started staying over at Stacy’s?

               You know why, you just don’t want to admit it, and as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you try to come up with any other possible explanation. No. It can’t be. Stacy’s the one with the creepy stalker, not me.

               Suddenly, the sound of the front door’s lock clicking open makes you snap up, adrenaline suddenly coursing through your veins. Uvogin’s home.

               Immediately you’re running to your bed, jumping under the covers and shutting your eyes tightly, praying that Uvogin will think you’re asleep and won’t bother you. You need more time to figure this out – it’s all too much, and while it probably won’t be any easier the longer you wait, you need something.

               You can’t look at him yet. You won’t.

               “I got your chips! Didn’t know which flavor to choose, so I got three I think you might like. I’m serious, though, you have to share. I’m an animal, and I will steal your food.” He laughs at that, and you hear him set down the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. Your eyes are still closed so tightly that it hurts, and you ball your fists up in the blankets as hard as you can. You’d curled up into a fetal position, and you force yourself to stay still as you hear his loud footsteps coming down the hall.

               He calls your name, peeking his head into every room he passes. Soon he sees you in your bed, and although you look a little stiff, his shoulders immediately lose their tension. A smile flits across his lips, and he slowly, quietly shuts the door, retreating back to his own room.

               You sigh, peeling open your eyes and trying to get your breathing under control. You’d been holding your breath, and now that he’s actually home in the apartment, it’s difficult to not let yourself panic.

               It becomes much, much more difficult when you hear a noise come from his bedroom, though. What the hell’s this?

               There’s a muffled curse, and your blood runs cold as quick, heavy footsteps lead right up to your door. He swings it open and your eyes fly shut, trying desperately in vain to appear like you’re still sleeping.

               “Wake the fuck up.” He says, and immediately you open your eyes, your fear too strong to ignore. He’s holding the pink panties in his hands, and you realize with a small burst of terror that in your haste to get to the bathroom, you’d left them on the floor. In his room. Right where he can see that they’ve been moved.

               Fuck fuck fuck.

               "I only have three rules. What are they?” He barks, and you’re trying to curl up even smaller, hoping his promise of not hurting you will still ring true. Though, he’s lied about pretty much everything else – how do you know if that part wasn’t all a lie, too?

               “No hurting myself, no escaping, and no – no snooping.” You whisper, and Uvogin bares his teeth.

               “I’ve been good to you – patient, something that takes a hell of a lot of effort for me. And what do you do in return? You go and do one of the very few things I’ve forbidden.” He looks impossibly tall right now, towering over you with those muscles, the panties looking downright tiny between his monstrous fingers. “Tell me why. Explain to me why the hell you were snooping through my closet.”

               You shut your eyes again, too scared to look at him. “I was putting away a shirt you left in the bathroom. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did it, please don’t hurt me, please –“

               He interrupts you with a huff, and you tense up, waiting for some blow to land. It doesn’t, though, and after a good thirty seconds, you finally peel an eye open, almost too scared to see what he’s doing.

               You don’t expect the small smile that’s sitting on his lips, nor the hand on his hip. He locks his eyes with yours, then sighs. “Well, this is most definitely not the way I wanted you to find out. See, I had this whole plan – Nobunaga came up with it, one of the very few things he’s ever thought of that actually impressed me.”

               You’re confused again, but that sick feeling still hasn’t gone away. All you can seem to look at are your panties, wedged in his fist.

               “He told me that since you and Stacy were so close, we could cut a deal – kidnap you both at once, get more bang for our buck. There was no way to hide Nobunaga’s feelings for Stacy, sure, but you? Well, you haven’t noticed anyone following you, have you?” Uvogin asks, cocking his head at you and letting his smile get a bit wider.

               You quickly shake your head no.

               “I’m better at this stuff than he is. He always gets too excited to talk to her, wants to interact and have her lookin’ at him. I get it, I really do. Even now, even with you scared shitless and looking at me like I’m about to kill you, just you acknowledging me is getting me hard as a fucking rock.”

               Involuntarily, your eyes dart down to his navel, and with a small, strangled sound of fear, you notice the way there’s a prominent bulge forming in those shorts of his.

               He laughs at your change in focus, and steps forward. Hooking a finger under your chin, he smirks down at you. “I’m better at hiding myself, and I was willing to play the long game, content with watching you until the right time came to snatch you up. But when Nobunaga offered, telling me there was a way to get you all to myself and make sure you grew to want me organically? Well, I couldn’t resist, could I?”

               You want to tell him he absolutely could’ve, or that you wouldn’t have ‘wanted him organically’, whatever the hell that meant, but your tongue doesn’t seem to be working.

               He leans down, face coming closer and closer to yours. “You had no idea, did you? How do you think I knew what kind of mattress to get you? How do you think I knew exactly what to order for you for takeout, even when you were too scared to tell me? How do you think I know what shampoo and conditioner to buy you, or even what kind of fucking cologne you like? Believe me, I’m only wearing this shit for you.”

               You’re frozen, unable to move, unable to do anything but stare at him.

               “Do you get it now, princess? See, Nobunaga doesn’t give two shits about whether you live or die – he’ll get Stacy to do what he wants no matter what. But me? I give a shit.” He’s so close to you that you can smell his breath. It’s minty, like he’s just recently brushed his teeth. The cold smell only makes you shiver, fear still tingling up your spine.

               “Why?” You whisper, overwhelmed at his sudden confession.

               He pauses at that, smirk falling away as he genuinely considers your words. He’s quiet for a moment, before he smiles again, but this time it’s not as predatory – there’s something oddly soft about it, and it makes you feel worse.

               “Because you’re perfect. That’s all.” He answers like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and before you can say anything he’s clambering on the bed next to you. You want to fight him off, to jump up off the bed and run, but you can’t seem to find the energy to. Besides, you’re not delusional enough to think you could beat Uvogin in any sort of physical altercation or chase. And while he still seemed to be adhering to his promise of not hurting you, you didn’t feel like testing the waters.

               “So I guess the jig’s up. I was hoping you wouldn’t find out, but I can work with this, too. At least now I don’t have to act like I don’t know you. And now, I don’t have to do all that respectful distance shit – you’re mine now, babe, and now I don’t have to hide it.” He’s grinning again, his teeth looking too sharp, and before you can blink he’s above you, your wrists pinned above your head and his lips inches away from yours.

               “So why don’t I show you just how much your attention the last week’s been affecting me?” His voice is low, sultry, and makes you gulp. He presses his face into your neck, deeply inhaling and groaning. “I promise I can make you feel good… I’ll tell you my last rule, okay?”

               You’re frozen, but when he pulls back to glare at you, you shakily mutter out an ‘okay’.

               His grin is wolfish, predatory, scary. “Rule number four is no running away from me, even if that cute little body of yours can’t take anymore. Got it?”

               You nod.

[arias-diaryy]

Under New Management

Nobunaga x Reader

warnings: yandere, fem reader

synopsis: Following Uvo's death, Nobunaga decides to take you in.

3.2k words / this is a reupload of an older fic from my (now deleted) old account, so it probs looks familiar. i didn't have any new fic lined up for Nobu's birthday so ur gonna have to take this, sorry!

Nobunaga closes the door to Uvo’s place behind him. The place is familiar, and it’s as if Uvogin could come back at any moment. There are a few day-old beer cans on the living room coffee table and one of his large jackets thrown over the sofa, waiting to be worn again. If he was any less jaded, he might have thought Uvogin was still alive.

The house, alas, is empty. It’s an older building on the outskirts of its nearest town. It’s one of many slightly run-down homes that are left (mostly) unoccupied in the area. It’s not derelict by any means, but it's probably seen better days. He isn’t here to judge the foundations of the house though, how there are some cracks in the wall from where the door was slammed with too much force or how there are weak spots in the floor. No, he’s here for you. 

You, who's down in the basement, are probably still waiting for Uvogin. You, whom he’s only met a handful of times, spoken to even less. He’s jerked off to you more times than he’d like to admit, something Nobunaga would have never admitted to Uvogin, not when the man was so finicky over you.

Nobunaga continues to walk through the home, a chapstick tube catching his eye on the counter. It was placed with some spare change, sunglasses that certainly belonged to Uvo and various keys. He pockets the keys, assuming he might need them later. Holding the chapstick in his hand, he examines it more closely. This was probably yours, based on the ‘Vanilla Apple” flavoring. With almost no shame and a mild sense of entitlement, he applies the chapstick to his lips. It’s like an indirect kiss. He puts that as well in his pocket.

His mind continues to linger on you as he takes his time looking around. He wonders how he’ll break the news to you, he isn’t sure what approach to take. He wonders if you’ll cry, or if you’d even believe him. You two have seldom spoken with each other, Uvo did most of the talking for you on the rare occasions you were present when Nobunaga visited. The longest conversation Nobunaga ever had with you probably didn’t even last ten minutes, and it consisted of him asking questions while you gave very short responses. Uvogin had always been in earshot. As if daring one of you (mostly Nobunaga) to say something out of line. It previously hadn’t been an issue if the two of them went after the same woman, but now all of a sudden Uvo was so uppity about if Nobu even looked at you for too long.

Nobunaga can remember feeling a sense of annoyance at your very existence in the beginning. It ebbed and flowed, but it was always consistent. The more time Uvogin spent with you, the less time Nobunaga got to spend with him. In addition to the fact that Nobu couldn’t make a suggestive joke about you without Uvogin snapping at him, it didn’t make Nobunaga particularly fond of you. He hadn’t even met you yet and already had a soured image of you. It didn’t help that it seemed like everyone else had someone to return home to, meanwhile, all Nobu had been his right hand.

The day Nobunaga did get to meet you, he still didn’t see what it was about you that had Uvogin so worked up. You were cute, sure, but he couldn’t point out anything remarkable, other than that you had particularly nice legs. Maybe whatever it was about you was something only Uvogin saw. You didn’t say anything to him, which he was fine with. You were probably just shy. Uvo joked later that you didn’t like him very much, which couldn’t have been true. Nobu hadn’t made that bad of a first impression, surely.

It was only in the coming weeks that his distaste for you would warp into something else. You were cute, and something much more tangible than the women in erotic magazines. A thought crossed his mind that he’d probably be as uptight as Uvo was about you if you were his. Maybe if Uvo wasn’t so strict about who you got to interact with, you’d give Nobunaga a chance. 

He idles about for a few minutes, a strange suspense hanging in the air that only he can sense. He wonders if you’re still down there or if you somehow escaped. Maybe you’ve withered away. He wonders if you think about him or even remember him. As he stands in front of the heavy basement door, he supposes it’s time to see what all the fuss over you was about.

-

If you had to guess, you’d say it’s been about a week since you last saw Uvo.

The basement isn’t so bad. It’s got an old television to keep you entertained. It only works half of the time, but it’s the thought that counts. There are a few blankets and the mattress you sleep on is comfortable. Uvogin left you with some water bottles and food (mostly snacks) to keep you from starving to death, though he usually wasn’t gone for more than two weeks. Even then, you were only resigned to the basement if he was going somewhere far. You never knew where he went, and it all seemed to be pretty last minute when he did go, but he always told you when he’d come back. He should have come back days ago. 

Part of you hopes to see him again. All things considered, he wasn’t the worst. If you can look past the obvious (the threats of violence if you ever stepped out of line, which you stopped doing months ago, and the kidnapping and the inability to ever leave), Uvo wasn’t so bad. He went out of his way to make sure you didn’t go hungry. He brought you gifts and anything you asked for. He made you happy.

Maybe being forced to be a violent man's live-in girlfriend for 11 months has taken a toll on your mental health. But you were alive. The few bruises he gave you were long faded. Uvogin was good to you, surely he wouldn’t abandon you in his basement now. Wouldn’t he have given you a heads-up? Had he gotten bored? Have you been too good? Maybe you should have acted out more. You haven’t been able to sleep much. Every noise would wake you up in the dead of night because of how much you wanted to see Uvogin again.

Your head perks up at the sound of the basement door slowly opening. It’s not Uvogin, it can’t be. You would have heard his heavy footsteps, and he would have announced himself somehow. Instead, you’re met with a man who is only faintly familiar to you. He’s tall with a face that’s on the gaunt side, though not outright unhealthy. His clothing doesn’t stand out, with beige pants and a green long sleeve. His most distinct feature is his hair, which is long and slightly greasy from what you can see.

“You’re still here, that’s good.” He says nonchalantly, as if you had anywhere else to go. Nobunaga’s eyes drift to the chains around your ankle. “You must have given him a lot of trouble if he had to chain you up.” He remarks, trying to ease up any tension with what was meant to be a joke. It isn’t working. You stare at him blankly, scanning his face. You’ve seen this guy before, but at the moment, his face isn’t recognizable to you. Nobunaga sighs, looking you over. You look sick, and he isn’t sure if you actually are or if it’s the unflattering lighting of the basement. Once locating the light switch, he flicks it on, and you don’t look much better. There are dark circles beneath your eyes, your lips are cracked, and your complexion is dull and lifeless.

Nobunaga comes closer, crouching down next to the mattress. He takes the chain into his hands, eyeing it over. It isn’t particularly thick or very heavy. It attaches to the wall, and there’s a cuff around your ankle to keep you from going far. He hadn’t found an obvious key in the basement, so he settles for using his strength (and nen) to simply break the metal chain without warning. The way you flinch doesn’t go unnoticed, but at least you’ll be able to walk out of here now. You scoot away from him, sitting up and against the wall rather than laying lethargically on your side. 

“Hey, come on, we’ve met before,” Nobunaga says, the discontentment in his voice thinly veiled. He fishes your chapstick out of his pants pocket. “Look, here. This is yours, isn’t it?” After a few seconds of warily staring at him, it finally clicks. It’s your kidnapper's equally strange friend, whose name you barely remembered. You tentatively take the chapstick from him, untwisting the cap, and apply some of the chapstick liberally, and there’s an awful fluttering feeling in Nobunaga’s chest.

He wonders if you’d somehow notice that he just used it minutes earlier. He averts his gaze, suddenly remembering the key ring he pocketed away. Again, without warning, he grasps your ankle, holding you in place as he tries out the different keys on the cuff. After some trying, it eventually comes off. There's a slight imprint of the cuff on your skin, but it hasn’t torn or broken your skin. 

“You’re Nobunaga.” You croak out, finally remembering his name. He grins, relief audible in his voice. “There you go, I knew you couldn’t have forgotten me.” You don’t smile back. Something must be wrong if Uvo was letting someone else get so close. Nobunaga’s gaze meets yours again, and he waits for you to speak. He’s expecting some sort of thanks for his good deeds. “Where’s Uvogin?” His expression falls slightly. Right, he forgot that you still think Uvogin is going to come home at some point.

“He’s dead.” 

There’s a heavy pause after he speaks. Nobunaga stares at you, waiting for you to emote, but you only stare back. He had hoped, expected, that if anyone else were to outwardly share in his grief it would be you. He stifles a frustrated sigh. The other members of the Spider grieved for Uvogin, nobody was thrilled about his death, Nobunaga knows that yet he can’t ignore the feeling that none of them truly understood. He chalks it up to shock, surely you’ll properly react to Uvogin’s death in the coming days.

The man wastes little time, not wanting to sit around in the dusty basement any longer. Without warning, Nobunaga takes you by the wrist and pulls you up, forcing you to stand on wobbly legs. He’s all too eager to have you lean on him for support as you get used to walking again. The days of being chained to the ground hadn’t done your muscles any good. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Nobunaga’s words replay in your mind, yet they never truly stick. For half of a second, you’re relieved that your kidnapper is dead. Not arrested, dead. On the other hand, you’re now left with an equally dangerous man. What exactly was going to happen to you now? You weren’t clueless about Uvogin’s crimes, far from it. Uvogin boasted about the stealing and killing he did. At first, you thought it was a scare tactic, something to keep you from acting out, but he was truly proud of his proclivity for violence. Would you be killed? Surely the Troupe wouldn’t just let you go, it’d never be that easy.

As if Nobunaga could see the cogs turning in your mind, he speaks up again. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you from now on.” His voice takes a softer tone, trying to be reassuring. Each step up and out of the basement only makes the pit in your stomach deeper, to the point where you’re starting to feel sick.

Nobunaga barely picks up on your inner turmoil past what’s written all over your face. In his mind, him coming for you should be a great relief (and in a way, it is. You might have withered away in the basement if nobody bothered to come for you). Aside from the obvious fact that he can't let you go free, he doubts you’d be okay on your own at this point.

You’ve been dependent on Uvogin for anything like food or attention for nearly a year. As far as Nobunaga is concerned, you wouldn’t do well if you were thrown back into the real world and forced to take care of yourself. You might as well be a bird that’s had its wings clipped. Besides, it’s not like anyone else in the Troupe was going to take you in. Some of the other members had their own partners to occupy themselves with, Feitan even suggested outright killing you since you probably knew too much about the Troupe. It was only right that Nobunaga got to have you, he was the only one who was willing to anyway.

Besides, Chrollo did say that he could make the final decision about what happens to you.

He gets lost in his own thoughts; so caught up in his fantasies about his soon-to-be domestic life with you, that he almost doesn’t notice the way you dig your heels into the ground once he’s got you out of the basement and back on floor level. Nobunaga looks back at you, the corners of his lips twitching downward. 

“Come on, it’s fine. I told you that you’re safe with me.” He says, an impatient edge to his voice as he continues his firm hold of your wrist. “Do you want to bring some of your things with you?” Nobunaga says it as if he’s extending an olive branch. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you blink at him. “What?” “We aren’t going to be staying here.” Nobunaga says like it’s obvious. “You’re coming home with me.”

The apartment is quiet, save for the new pitter-patter of rain outside. You stand there idly, watching Nobunaga go through your and Uvogin’s belongings in the bedroom you used to share with Uvo. What right did he have to put his hands on your things? He shouldn’t be here, you think. You hold your tongue, the words not coming easy to you. You don’t attempt to help him or give any input on what clothes you want to take and what you want to leave behind. 

“I don’t believe you.” You say abruptly, still standing in the doorway. Nobunaga goes through the closet with his back to you, looking for a backpack or spare luggage. For half of a second, he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. “Are you sure he’s dead?” You ask, which answers the question that was on the tip of his tongue. His expression falters slightly, but he doesn’t turn to meet your gaze. “I’m positive.” Nobunaga says with a strange finality to his tone.

He’s found a decent backpack now, more focused on deciding what belongings of yours to bring and which to leave behind. As far as he’s concerned, you two will have all the time in the world to talk about Uvogin once Nobunaga just gets you back to his place. It doesn’t even cross his mind that you wouldn’t be 100% thrilled at the prospect of being transferred over to his care.

You aren’t willing to drop the conversation topic though. You don���t want to believe Uvogin is gone, but there’s no way he’d willingly hand you over to this guy, right? “How? How did he die?” You press for answers, wondering if this is some prank. Nobunaga sighs, still not bothering to turn back to face you. “We can talk about that later.”

He says, taking your clothes out of the room’s dresser and putting them in the backpack. “You’re probably hungry. Why don’t you go get yourself something to eat? I’ll finish up here.” He says dismissively, effectively shooing you off. You tentatively leave the bedroom doorway after about a minute of silence, surprised that Nobunaga is so easily letting you out of his sight.

Wandering over to the kitchen, you numbly go about making yourself something to eat. It feels like muscle memory at this point, you’re so used to fixing up a sandwich for Uvogin. Today, though, most of the ingredients you’d usually use aren’t at your disposal. The lunch meat that was in the refrigerator expired last week, and there’s no cheese left. All you’re able to come up with is a sandwich with mayonnaise and some tomato slices.

You eat slowly, your appetite diminished from the turn of events and from how bland your sandwich is. Your eyes shift to the front door, and you can just barely hear Nobunaga back in Uvo’s bedroom. Maybe if you timed it right, you could get out of here. God knew if the front door was locked, but if you didn’t at least try, then you’d never know. You can hear the rain outside more clearly now. You’d be risking getting sick by running out in the rain, but that’s a small price to pay for freedom.

What would you even do, though? Where could you go that the Troupe wouldn’t follow? By the time you gather the nerve to take a few steps out of the kitchen, Nobu’s finished packing. “Do you feel better after eating something?” He asks, his voice catching you by surprise. He doesn’t comment on the quality of your sandwich. You choose not to answer him.

The rain picks up, now it’s impossible to treat it as a soothing white noise. It’s loud and you can hear the roaring winds with it. “I guess we can just stay here until the rain dies down.” Nobunaga proposes, and he motions for you to follow him. He sits on one of the two couches in Uvo’s living room, expecting you to sit next to him. You take your seat on the second couch, and Nobunaga’s able to hide his disappointment well enough.

He takes the remote and turns the television on, keeping the volume low. The news channel only talks about the current storm, it seems like you’ll both be stuck here for at least a few more hours. You focus on the news reporter, not wanting to look at Nobunaga. You can feel his staring, you know he’s waiting for you to talk to him. 

“What’s going to happen to me?” You finally break the silence, and Nobunaga seems just about amused at your inquiry. “I told you, I’m going to be taking care of you from now on.” He says it slowly, as if you didn’t understand him the first time.

His answer is too vague for you to do anything with, or maybe it’s the brain fog from not eating much in these past days. Nobunaga continues to look at you as if you were a beloved houseplant while you think over what he’s said. After a long pause, you finally respond. “I want to go home.” Once again, his smile falters and his voice returns to a more neutral one. “That isn’t going to happen. Your best option is to come just with me.” 

Nobunaga waits for you to say something, to give any indication that you at least understand your circumstances. You don’t though, rather you choose to pretend that you’re invested in anything the news anchor is saying. He’s confident that you’ll come around, though; it’s not like you have anyone else to rely on. 

[meyousing]

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠, ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥: “i’ve tried to be tolerant, but your disobedience has reached a limit i cannot ignore.”

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: as the love of your life and possibly even your soulmate, you were bewildered and disappointed to find out that chrollo would take the troupe’s word over yours.

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: yandere chrollo x reader, manipulation and gaslighting, power imbalance, not necessarily a soulmate au just using the word for emphasis :) also uvo makes a dramatic appearance ONCE AGAIN… is this a sign that i should write something for him ??

Chrollo really is the love of your life. There is nothing that he wouldn’t do for you, no task too large, no matter at all what he would have to do to make it happen. It was only natural for him to keep an eye on your every move, an ear on your every word, to ensure you were being good. As dedicated and thieving as he was, he couldn’t just do everything for you while you rebelled and went against his wishes, where is the fairness in that? 

You, blissfully ignorant on the other hand, were enjoying your time with Chrollo and his troupe immensely. He had done so much for you, spoiled you, and treated you like a princess, both before and after telling you the truth about his lifestyle. Not to mention that the troupe treated you like gold personified, and it didn’t even feel like favouritism just because you were the “Boss’ Girl.” 

Machi had brought you stolen gifts before, like jewellery and expensive clothes because she thought you would like them. Of course, her ideas about what to pick had developed by watching and observing what Chrollo would bring you, though she would never admit that, simply replying that she only had a hunch you’d enjoy them. 

The boys of the troupe (usually Phinks and Uvogin, but the others always backed them up with agreement) would ask about people from your time before meeting Chrollo, and if there was anyone who they would need to teach a lesson to. You would only ever laugh, thanking them for the offer of protection but telling them that nobody had ever wronged you enough to warrant that. Insisting that the offer still stands, they would leave the topic but never fail to keep bringing it up as the days went on. 

You were very happy with your new life. Chrollo was a bit neurotic on the day that he decided to let the cat out of the bag, sporting a brand new look you had never seen in your time with him, explaining that you would be living differently now, you would travel with him and be by his side all the time, where you could have anything you ever wanted. Truthfully, the idea of spending the rest of your time beside him was already a lone factor to seal the deal, and he already spoiled you so much that you couldn’t expect anything to feel very different, with this just being a version of your relationship where you wouldn’t stay in one place.

 The spoiling part was not ever what excited you though, it was simply Chrollo’s show of care and attention to detail that had you falling head over heels. Nobody else had ever spent so much time and given so much devotion to ensuring your happiness, finding items catered to your tastes and interests. His choosing to go the material route was in his nature, you personally never cared much for the finer or more expensive things in life, though after discovering Chrollo’s true nature it made much more sense to you now. Who were you to not indulge the interest of your beloved? You may have been happy, but it was a shame that the feeling was not mutual. 

It was very early in the morning, earlier than what your new routine had you used to. You must have been jet-lagged, considering you had only been in your current location for a little over a day. Seated beside Shizuku, you watched and waited as she shuffled a set of cards, readying them to be passed out for you and a few of the others to play some rounds of Go Fish. With it being so early, you had awoken before Chrollo and decided to wander around the halls of your headquarters, to see who, if anyone else, was awake as well. You found yourself in what everyone decided was the main room, spotting Shizuku, Phinks, and Shalnark as they sat closely, cards already in hand. It was Shalnark who instantly spotted you peeking around the corner, asking if you would like to join them, saying that their game had barely started and they wouldn’t mind shuffling one more time. You gladly accepted, figuring a game or two couldn’t hurt as you waited for Chrollo to wake up. 

You shifted your eyes between all three of them, watching over their varying expressions and trying not to giggle at Phinks’ visible show of boredom when picking up his cards. You knew that as much as he enjoyed spending time with everyone, his own interests were certainly directed towards more upbeat scenarios than ones like this, he must have been just as eager as you for Chrollo’s arrival.  

“Is Boss up too?” he asked suddenly, tearing you from the small daydream you’d mustered up with a glance in your direction and verbal, indirect confirmation of your thoughts. You shook your head. 

“We were talking about how jet-lagged we felt last night, he’ll probably be out for a few more hours.” you shrugged then, frowning down at the cards in your hand as you noticed just how fatigued your eyes felt. 

“Guess it had the opposite effect on you then, eh?” he chuckled. You smiled with a chuckle of your own and nodded, not feeling too talkative as your tiredness started setting in now that you had acknowledged it. 

“Are you guys ready?” Shizuku asked, scanning over each of you. Assorted nods were given, with an upbeat “yup!” of agreement coming from Shalnark. One more voice came in a moment later.

“Not quite, I’ll have to borrow Y/N for a moment.”

Everyone looked up, mutual surprise adorning your faces as Chrollo stood in the doorway with hands concealed in his coat pockets. You noted how he looked ready for the day, fully dressed with his hair styled as if it hadn’t taken long at all, as if you hadn’t only been in this room for maybe ten minutes.

“Coming” you murmured, smiling apologetically at the others before getting up to rejoin Chrollo. He began walking when you met his side, a hand finding your waist as he guided you back to your bedroom. You hadn’t looked at his face for too long since his appearance, and despite being a quieter man you felt that he was being uncharacteristically quiet now. Even the way he opened the bedroom door and gestured to you to go in first, face nearly blank once you looked up, despite the chivalrous act. He didn’t even respond to your thanks, the only form of a reply being his gentle slam of the door as you shuffled over to the bed and sat at the end. He joined you shortly, gazing at you with heavy lids that you couldn’t quite discern. Was he feeling…lustful? Or perhaps he was disappointed, maybe you had done something wrong? But what could you have done? 

“Y/N, I’ve tried to be tolerant, but your disobedience has reached a limit I cannot ignore.”

Okay, it was the latter. You blinked in confusion, his words not reaching your brain in what should have been the right way (was there a right way? what did you do?) as you were sure that simply waking up and spending time with his troupe was not disobedient. If anything that should have made him happy! 

“What did I do?” you asked, concern lacing your features as you hugged your knees to your chest, self-soothing since the look in Chrollo’s eyes was starting to unnerve you. He blinked slowly, his breath deepening as he began to sigh and his hands met.

“I heard you laughing back there. What was so funny?” His voice was relaxed.

“Nothing?” you frowned, unsure of what exactly he was talking about. Your tone itself was questioning, dripping with confusion, yet it was misinterpreted by Chrollo, likely as some kind of snark when you saw his expression fall further. He held off on speaking for a moment, instead taking his time as he held your hands and moved to face you completely. You couldn’t help but mirror him by squeezing his hands gently and letting your legs fall back down, his affectionate actions combined with such borderline accusatory words only muddled your mind. 

“I understand that you may feel lonely when I join the troupe for the jobs that I assign them to. Do you think that gives you the right to try flirting with the other men while I’m away? Have you tried to seduce them into this very room?” 

Your brows furrowed deeply. 

“What gave you that idea?” 

“You didn’t think that they wouldn’t tell me, did you?” 

“Who?!” You clutched his hands a little tighter, completely bewildered not only by his claims but also by the idea of someone feeding these lies to him. Why would he take their word over yours anyway? Yes, this troupe has been with him since the beginning, but you had never deceived him before. You had no reason to start now. Perhaps you would have to voice this to him, considering his intensity had not let up yet.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters more is your indiscretions, and the painful thought that you assumed you could get away with them, right under my nose.”

 Yes, this confirmed that you would have to voice your thoughts to him.

“But it’s not true! I’ve never deceived you before, why would I start now?”

“Do you think my own troupe would deceive me, then?” He sat stiff and his eyes widened impossibly so, boring into you with such a suddenly dark aura, it made you feel like you were shrinking beneath him. 

“N-no, of course not” you nearly whispered, heartbeat speeding up when you realized your mistake, an eager urge taking over you to fix whatever mess you could have just gotten yourself into with a single, not so well thought out sentence. Caressing his wrist with your thumb, pressing your thigh to his, daringly reaching your other palm up to his face so you could press it into his cheek. Anything you could do to alleviate the sudden anxiety that you were feeling at the idea of being forced out of Chrollo’s good graces for something you never did. “I just want you to believe me, I would never–”

“Hey boss, I was–oh… you in the middle of something?” The door swung open unceremoniously to reveal Uvogin, whose expression went from casual to awkward. Tears rimmed your eyes at the sight, that feeling becoming mutual at the exposure of your current emotions and situation. 

On any other day, you were certain that Chrollo would be unhappy that a troupe member barged into his room without knocking, let alone permission. 

“We were just finishing up.” Chrollo stood then, exerting minimal effort to tear himself away from you completely and stand just a few feet away. You couldn’t help but keep your hands on him for as long as you could until he was entirely out of arm's reach, your cheeks burning in your own embarrassment when your limbs fell back into your lap with a thump. He faced you, keeping his back to Uvo and giving you the most gut-wrenchingly sweet grin. “Y/N will be staying in this room for a little while until she remembers the rules of our relationship. It’s upsetting that she forgot at all, perhaps this new schedule will clear her mind of such impurity.” Swivelling around on his heel, his back was to you now as he walked to the door.

Y/N will be staying in this room? He couldn’t be serious! You couldn’t find your voice, couldn’t think of any words to say, all you were able to do was shoot up from your spot and stay in place. You knew that trying to walk to the door would prove useless, as your anxiety had reached its peak and your entire body became numb, feeling like you were outside of it. 

“Oh, shame. Hey, it’s for the best though.” Uvo patted Chrollo’s back, squeezing it and beginning to walk away with him, his other hand reaching back for the doorknob. Please, no!

With the rest of your body frozen, you could only move your eyes which were trained intensely on Chrollo, noting how as he walked out his face looked different from the way it was mere moments ago. He looked neutral and much less sarcastic, if not more on the side of smugness as a soft grin began upturning his lips. 

The door slammed shut, made especially loud thanks to Uvo being the one to close it. The sound solidified the fact that Chrollo was leaving you, with an apparent visit inbound, but when? Collapsing back onto the mattress when your legs finally gave out from beneath you, you stared blankly at the ceiling. How could Chrollo have gone from so hopelessly romantic to disbelieving within mere moments? Everything had been just fine… yet a one-sided conversation was enough for him to make such a drastic decision. Your welcoming to Chrollo’s criminal lifestyle was done with ease, you had no problem turning a blind eye to your own morals because you fell in love with him, he was the love of your life. Perhaps what you truly fell in love with was not Chrollo, but a version of himself. One that was limited and crafted perfectly to your likes, wants to make you easier to control. Had you fallen for such a scheme so easily? 

Overthinking proved to be good in only one way, it made you even drowsier than you already had been, so at the very least you could sleep some time away as you waited for your beloved to come back to you. 

–

“I mean…you knew I wasn’t serious, right?” Uvo scratched at the back of his neck, his forehead wrinkling as he feared the worst, that he accidentally meddled in the Boss’ business, the Boss’ relationship, just for the sake of getting a few laughs. 

“Of course” Chrollo chuckled, patting Uvo’s back reassuringly. “But your timing was rather convenient, she was starting to get a little too comfortable with getting her way. Best to remind her who’s in charge, you were simply the catalyst to allow me to do so.”

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Reunited

Part 31

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

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Feitan was beginning to regret his life choices.

(Name) sat in his lap, her butt pressed against his crotch. It was all he could do to not pop a boner right then and there.

It didn’t help when the road started to get bumpy.

“F-Fei, I’m slipping.”

She pushed herself back into his lap, struggling to stay still. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Stop moving.”

His words came out in a hiss, his face pressed against her back.

“I’m trying!”

Nobunaga watched the two in mild amusement. “Having trouble over there, Fei?”

The man let go of her waist with one hand and flipped him off.

“Yeesh. Might wanna keep a hand on your girl, she’s slipping again.”

Feitan quickly wrapped his arms back around her as she began to slip again. “Shit, stay still.”

“Your coat is slippery…”

She pouted behind her ski mask, rubbing the back of Feitan’s hand with her thumb.

“They noticed it.”

The string Machi was holding went slack.

“That was faster than expected.” Feitan replied, muffed against (Name)’s back.

“Don’t worry, we’ve almost got them!” Shalnark said, glancing at the concerned (Name) through the rear view mirror.

“Whatever… why are we all stuffed in this tiny car?” Nobunaga asked.

“No right to complain. It’s just a little longer.”

(Name) huffed. “I didn’t ask to sit in your lap, you know.”

“Did ask to come.”

She couldn’t really argue with that, so she did the only thing she could for retribution.

(Name) wiggled around and complained, Feitan hissing and squeezing her hips so tight she could feel the bruises setting in. Feitan pulled her in closer to whisper into her ear.

“Stop playing, not ready for the consequences of your actions.”

At first she didn’t understand, until she felt something hard pressing right into her ass.

(Name)’s face heated up, instantly staying as still as possible.

“Good girl.”

If (Name) had a tail, it would be wagging right now. He seemed to notice the shift in her body temperature, a wicked grin on his face.

“Such a good girl for me, huh? Stay nice and still and maybe you get reward later.”

Her jaw dropped, his previous iron grip becoming gentler as he rubbed circles into her soft thighs.

(Name) was about to protest when something landed on the hood of their car, the girl not able to process anything because it happened so quickly.

The next thing she remembered was being held in Feitan’s arms, now outside of the car.

“Nobunaga had an unlucky position…”

He placed her on her feet, his hands lingering on her lower back.

(Name) buffered, struggling to take everything in.

The car had been wrapped in cloth, shrunken down, and Nobunaga had been trapped inside.

A man stood in front of them, with short brown hair and owlish eyes.

“His friends have arrived to help.” Feitan said, pushing (Name) behind him. She held onto the back of his coat, observing the figures appearing from the darkness.

“Yes…” Machi replied.

“There are quite a few of them!”

(Name) glanced at Shalnark, who winked in return.

“Who are these guys? Are they really the Phantom Troupe members?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“But they look so weak.”

(Name) wasn’t paying attention, having avoided hearing the groups name. She was staring at her feet, trying to calm down her blush.

‘What does he mean by a reward?’

“This is strange. The chain user grabbed Uvo, before escaping by car.”

(Name) was pulled back into the conversation when Feitan spoke.

“Does that mean the chain user isn’t a shadow beast?”

Feitan sighed. “Well, we’ll know once we ask them…”

“Should we keep them all alive?”

“No, we require only Owl.”

“Then I’ll handle that.”

The shadow beasts sneered down at the group. “Those damned kids are talking smack. Let’s show them how scary the Shadow Beasts can be.”

Shalnark smiled. “Did you hear that?”

“Shalnark, you stay there and watch over (Name). I’ll take three, Shizuku can have the other two.” Feitan pushed the girl towards Shalnark, who caught her with ease.

The blonde giggled, finally able to hold her with permission.

“Let’s close those pretty eyes, alright? Feitan’s made sure we know you don’t like seeing people being killed.”

He pulled her face into his chest as the fighting began.

—————

The fight was over quickly, Shalnark releasing her. “Try not to look around, their bodies are on the ground.”

He pulled the ski mask from her face. All of their opponents were gone or captured, so there was no use in her hiding her identity anymore.

She shivered. “Yeah…”

Once he let go of her, Shalnark walked over to Machi, who held the captured Nobunaga after restraining Owl.

“Okay, let’s free Nobunaga before we start torturing this guy.”

(Name) blinked. ‘Torture? Yeesh.’

“Hold on. We’re taking Owl in the car with us, right? There’s no room, so let’s leave Nobunaga as he is.”

“Screw that! Let me out!”

“I don’t wanna be cramped either.”

Shalnark turned to Owl. “Hey, can you release the car alone?”

“Th-that’s impossible.”

“Too bad. So much for that.” Machi said with a sigh.

(Name) tilted her head. “He could just shrink one of us down and then we can ride in the bag. It should probably be me, since I’m not a big fighter.”

“That’s too dangerous it-“

Feitan stopped himself mid sentence. If she were shrunk down into a little bag, could he possibly peek in and see her all cute and tiny?

“Fei, please tell me you aren’t considering it.” Machi said with a groan. “(Name), we aren’t completely sure how his nen works, so that wouldn’t be safe.”

The group had Owl unshrink the car. Nobunaga jumped out of the door.

“You bastards, making a fool out of me!”

Feitan had her behind him again. “Troupe members aren’t supposed to snap at one another.”

“Shut up!”

He sighed and pulled (Name) with him towards the car. “Anyway, this ability could come in handy for our job.”

“Shut your mouth! I’m cutting this guy to shreds!”

Feitan turned. “No. He’s going to tell us where the treasure is…”

“Feitan’s going to use his skill at-“

(Name) was shoved into the car, then pulled into Feitan’s lap as he closed the door.

“Fei, are you going to torture that guy?”

He didn’t answer, focusing on positioning her hips to where they rested on his lap comfortably.

“You know what, I don’t want to know.”

“You really don’t.”

The ride back to the hideout was quiet, only the occasional squeak leaving (Name)’s lips when she felt Feitan’s grip tighten against her as the ride got bumpier.

——————

(Name) was taken to Chrollo upon arrival, Feitan leaving with Owl.

“So, how did it go?”

She shrugged. “Okay, I guess. No one was injured so I didn’t get to show off my skills, and Feitan wouldn’t let me fight.”

Chrollo hummed, gesturing for her to sit beside him.

“Were you… disturbed by the actions taken by the Troupe?”

She frowned, sitting. “I can’t say I was, but Feitan prevented me from seeing anything gruesome.”

“I see. You’re aware that people were killed tonight, correct?”

“… yes. I am.”

The room was silent for a moment. “What do you think of it all?”

(Name) leaned against his shoulder, the girl being watched by every member in the room.

“I think… I miss Feitan already.”

Shalnark blinked from his corner of the room. ‘Feitan was right, she is a strange girl.’

“If you want my real thoughts… as someone who grew up in Meteor City, death is unavoidable. I can’t say I’m completely numb to it, but… I know those people killed tonight weren’t innocent. They worked for the Mafia, so it’s hard for me to feel sorry for people that hurt others.”

Chrollo smiled down at her. “Really? So if people have done something morally wrong in your mind, that means their life isn’t as important as others?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not like that. It’s just, I don’t feel as sorry for them. If you live a life of murder and hate, you can’t be upset when it catches up to you one day. It’s not my job to judge them, their own actions will put them in the grave.”

“You’re a strange girl.”

“So I’ve been told.”

The information that (Name) was from Meteor City slowly sunk in, Shalnark gasping.

“You’re from Meteor City too!?”

(Name) tilted her head. “… yeah? Are you?”

“Almost everyone here is.” Franklin answered.

“Even Fei?”

“Yes, we were friends during childhood.” Chrollo answered.

(Name) looked around the room, her jaw dropped. “Then he knew Sarasa too?”

Again, silence took over the group, Pakunoda stepping forward. “Boss, she was a friend of Sarasa?”

He nodded, patting (Name) on the head. “Yes, it seems Sarasa cared for her before…”

His eyes lit up. “Pakunoda, come here. (Name) actually has some information that may be useful in keeping Meteor City safe.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Hmm? How can I help?”

Chrollo sighed. “She can see your memories. It may be only the ones you can physically remember. You know how you said you didn’t want to talk about what happened?”

She nodded slowly, her heart suddenly starting to race. “… yes?”

“What if I said she could see them without you having to speak of what happened? It would stay between you and Pakunoda until you leave.”

She was silent for a moment. “… I don’t want to burden her with that.”

Chrollo’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘Was what happened that bad?’

Pakunoda stood in front of her. “It won’t be a burden. Helping keep Meteor City safe will be worth it.”

She sighed, her hands shaky. “Alright. How does this work?”

“I’ll ask you a question, and when I touch you, I will be able to see into your memory. The question will cause your memory to surface.”

(Name) swallowed hard, her foot tapping against the floor anxiously. “I… I don’t want to remember. It hurts.”

Chrollo placed a firm hand on her thigh. “It will only be for a moment. What you’re doing could save countless lives. No one will have to go through what you did ever again.”

She let out a breathy sigh and nodded, biting her lip.

“Alright. I’m ready.”

Pakunoda stepped forward. “What should I ask her?”

“Ask her what happened before she was found by her parents.”

Pakunoda nodded, placing her hand on (Name)’s shoulder.

“What happened before your parents found you, (Name)?”

The entire building was silent for a moment, everyone on the edges of their seats as Pakunoda read her memory.

She pulled back suddenly, a hand clasping over her mouth.

“(Name), oh my…”

The girl looked down, tears starting to fall from her (e/c) eyes as her body shook. She couldn’t even speak, curling in on herself as her breathing became uneven.

Surprising everyone, Pakunoda stepped forward and brought the girl into a hug, a tear of her own falling from her eye. “I… thank you. You were brave to let me see that.”

A few members of the troupe stepped forward, Shalnark, Machi, and Nobunaga among them.

“What happened? Why is she crying?”

Pakunoda shook her head, her lips pressed together into a thin line. “Talk about it later. Not in front of her.”

The girl cried into Pakunodas chest, gripping the back of her shirt. Chrollo watched with an ever growing anger.

‘It has to be bad for Paku to react like this. What did they do to her? What are they doing to possible other victims?’

“Someone go fetch Feitan and tell him he needs to take her home.”

Machi nodded and left the room.

Feitan came sprinting in, his eyes landing on (Name) and Pakunoda.

“What did you do to her!?”

He raced forward and wrenched (Name) away, pulling her head into his chest as she sobbed.

“Feitan.”

The short man gritted his teeth, but stayed still none the less.

“Pakunoda simply followed my orders. She peeked into (Name)’s memories. It was… painful for (Name). For that, I apologize.”

(Name) trembled in his arm, gripping onto him so tight he wondered if his coat would rip.

“Pakunoda.”

The woman looked down to see Feitan staring up at her, his expression unreadable.

“What did you see?”

“I can’t tell you while she’s in the room.”

Feitan motioned for Shalnark to come forward and handed her to him.

“Take her to the car. Be there in 10 minutes.”

The blonde nodded, scooping the girl into his arms and walking out. He didn’t think he’d ever seen someone so distraught, even the people Feitan tortured.

He felt his own heart break for her.

“You’ll want to sit down for this, Feitan.”

By the feeling of Feitan’s aura becoming murderous, it was clear that what Pakunoda told him had been bad. Very bad.

“She…”

He gritted his teeth as the wall he’d been holding onto crumbled under his grip.

“She went through all of that. How… how can she be so…”

Chrollo stared down at the floor, his expression dark.

“Feitan, calm yourself. The filth that did that to her will be found.”

He gave the man a dark smile. “And we will make sure they experience her pain tenfold.”

Feitan didn’t respond. His eyes were wide with rage, the ground beneath him trembling.

“I know you’re angry, but try to calm down. She needs you right now.”

Feitan took in a shaky breath, pushing back his hair.

“She’s a kind girl. She didn’t want me to see it, because of its… intense nature.”

Pakunoda sat down, her head in her hands. “But she did it for the greater good. I don’t know if I’ve ever met a kinder soul.”

Feitan felt hot, angry tears fall down his cheeks. “Too kind. Too selfless.”

He left the room, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the building as he made his way to (Name).

“Did you see Sarasa?”

Pakunoda looked up when Chrollo asked, her pained expression softening slightly.

“Yes… we have to protect that girl. Sarasa… Sarasa loved her. A lot.”

Chrollo leaned back against the wall, a tired sigh leaving his lips. “So she was telling the truth.”

He stared up at the ceiling.

‘Sarasa, forgive me. We will make sure she’s safe, alright? For you, and for Feitan.’

“Alright, let’s discuss our plans for tonight.”

———————

“Feitan! (Name)’s in the passenger seat. Are you going to drive her home?”

He nodded, unable to speak. Shalnark glanced at (Name) frowning.

“She threw up earlier. I assume it’s from the stress of reliving those memories.”

The blonde winced at the expression on Feitan’s face. He had never seen him so angry.

“Boss needs you inside.”

That’s all Feitan said before sliding into the driver’s seat and driving away.

“(Name).”

She didn’t respond, curled into a ball.

“The people that did that to you? We take care of them.”

The girl peeked at him through her hands, her eyes puffy and red.

“Promise?”

He moved his hand to grab her thigh and give it a comforting squeeze. Her voice was hoarse from vomiting and sobbing.

“Promise.”

She relaxed slightly, reaching out to hold his hand. “… thank you.”

He sighed, keeping his eyes on the road.

“No problem.”

He drove as far as he could, stopping about half a mile outside of the city. From there, he carried her in his arms.

She’d fallen asleep in the car, so he was able to carry her with ease.

‘(Name)… I wish I could have been there. Those bastards…’

His grip tightened on her slightly, causing the girl to whine in her sleep. He quickly relaxed, rubbing soothing circles into her back.

‘Can’t get angry now. Have to get her home.’

Feitan sighed as he weaved through people. The crowds were a pain, but just one look at his darkened expression was enough to keep people from bumping into him.

When he reached her condo, he took her keys from her purse and unlocked it.

Feitan kicked the door closed behind him and headed straight for the bedroom.

After laying her down, he walked to the kitchen and poured her a glass of water. She would probably wake up thirsty.

Feitan placed the cup on her nightstand and attempted to leave, only for her to grab his sleeve.

“Don’t…”

She’d woken up, and the tears had returned. He hated seeing her cry, his chest hurting.

“Want me to stay?”

She nodded, pulling at his sleeve with a whine. “Please.”

He gave her a nod and she let go, the man pulling off his coat and folding it. Feitan set it on her nightstand before climbing into bed with her.

“Thirsty?”

“No…”

She laid her head against his chest, not caring he was shirtless. All (Name) wanted was to feel safe, and Feitan was one of the only people that she trusted enough to hold her.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. (Name) noticed his touch was much more gentle than usual.

“Sleep. Won’t leave.”

She sniffled against his chest, but nodded in agreement.

It didn’t take her long to pass out. The day had been long and exhausting. Both physically and emotionally.

——————

(Name) woke up to an empty bed, terror running through her.

“Feitan? Are you here?”

She stood up quickly, running through her bedroom door to see if he was in the main part of the condo.

He wasn’t.

Her blood ran cold. He wasn’t there, and she was alone. All alone.

Just like back then.

(Name) sank to the floor, her eyes filling with tears. ‘He promised… he said he wouldn’t leave…’

As she began to sob again, her front door opened.

“(Name)?”

She looked up, her lip quivering.

“Feitan?”

He dropped the bags he’d been carrying and scooped her up into his arms, sitting on the floor with her.

“You left… you left me all alone…”

She cried against his shoulder, hiccuping.

“Sorry. I… I went to grab food. Can’t cook.”

Even though he knew he wasn’t gone for long, Feitan still felt guilty for leaving. It was clear she hadn’t gotten over last night, and was still in a sensitive state.

Being gentle and caring wasn’t in his nature. He was cold and cruel, like a good interrogator should be.

But she wasn’t one of his victims, she was (Name). The woman he loved.

His hands, usually meant for killing or harming, cupped her cheeks gently. His calloused thumbs wiped away her tears, his eyes softening. “Shh. It’s okay, come sit at table and eat.”

He helped her stand and walked her over to the table. She whimpered and sniffled the entire time, pawing at him when he attempted to sit her down.

“Stay near me. Please.”

Feitan sighed, pulling his chair as close to her as possible and setting her takeout in front of her.

It was warm Belgium waffles, covered in syrup and fruit.

“I have to get up to get drinks. Promise I’ll be back.”

She pouted, but gave a nod and began to eat her food. He couldn’t help but find her adorable even now.

Feitan set a glass of juice down on the table, sipping on his own cup of coffee.

“Aren’t you going to eat, Fei?”

The man shrugged. “Not hungry. Will just eat something from the fridge.”

She nodded and continued munching, her tears drying up as she enjoyed her food. It was good, she wondered where he’d got it from.

After she finished, she had Feitan follow her. “I’m sorry… I just feel better when you’re near me.”

He didn’t reply, sitting on her bed as she picked out her outfit for the day. Although she was feeling better, he could sense she wasn’t back to her normal just yet.

“Fei?”

He hummed in response.

“Can you wait in the bathroom while I shower?”

Feitan blinked at her, tilting his head in confusion.

“Why?”

“…”

She didn’t have to answer, her expression told him everything.

“Alright. Go get in, call me when ready.”

She nodded and ran out, nearly slipping on the rug in the hallway. He shook his head, holding back a laugh.

Feitan was just glad she was starting to feel better. Seeing her look so terrified was awful. It made him want to vomit when she sobbed into his chest. Just knowing what happened to her made his blood boil.

“Fei, I’m ready!”

He got up and walked into the bathroom, sitting on the counter. “I’m here. Continue your shower.”

She giggled from behind the curtain. “Try not to peek.”

Feitan rolled his eyes. “In your dreams.”

Suddenly, (Name) peeked her head out of the shower and stared at him with a frown.

“In my dreams? Fei you sleep talk.”

That was enough to make his face go red. “Wh-what?”

She bursted out laughing, her wet hair sticking to her face.

“Pfft, I’m just joking around. What do you dream about? I bet it’s perverted-“

He threw a towel at her, causing her to shrink back behind the curtain.

“Just shower, damn it.”

———————

“Feiii~ can you hand me my towel?”

He groaned as he slipped off the sink and grabbed her towel, holding it out for her to snatch behind the shower curtain.

As he turned to leave, the shower curtain flung open, (Name) stepping out.

“Fei, don’t leave. You said you’d stay.”

His eyes darted from her barely covered cleavage, to the slip in the towel that completely exposed her left side, to her pouting lips.

“Please. Just… just turn your head while I get dressed.”

He calmed himself quickly. ‘Do it for her. She’s still sensitive, just turn around and-‘

As he began to turn, she let her towel drop onto the floor, quickly picking up her shirt and pulling it on over her head.

In that split second, Feitan saw everything.

Everything.

Every. Last. Thing.

It was all he could do to not turn back around and pounce on her. He listened to the sound of her getting dressed, his heart racing.

All the blood in his body was rushing to a certain part of him.

“I’m dressed.”

Feitan didn’t turn around.

“Fei?”

“Go, have to use the bathroom.”

She huffed, but left. Feitan rubbed his temple, sighing heavily.

‘Just a naked woman. Seen several, not a big deal.’

He attempted to calm himself, but the image of her nude body flashed in his mind again.

‘Fuck…’

He’d have to deal with this and quick. (Name) wouldn’t wait for long.

————————

“Feeeiii, are you almost done?”

She didn’t receive an answer. His absence was starting to make her nervous, so she decided to call one of her friends to keep her company.

Gon and Killua would be busy, Kurapika and Leorio weren’t answering…

That only left one person.

She clicked the man’s name, not caring if she was still mad at him. She couldn’t be alone right now, she at least needed someone to talk to.

“(Name)? Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me Illumi.”

The man on the other side of the phone smiled, sitting down on the counter of the kitchen he was currently in.

“Is there a reason you’ve called?”

“No, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

That made his eyes widen. She hadn’t been this sweet to him since his outburst months ago.

“Is that so? I’ll talk as long as you need me to then. How have you been?”

She sighed. “Okay. I had a bad day yesterday.”

“Really? What happened?”

The girl bit her lip, her silence concerning the dark haired assassin.

“(Name)? What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit… frazzled is all. Physically I’m fine.”

He relaxed slightly, still not completely convinced. “I see. Are you enjoying your time in York New?”

“Yes! I’ve been having an amazing time with my friend. He’s been here for me when I needed him. I love him so much!”

Illumi went quiet for a moment. He felt jealousy bubble up in his chest, but calmed himself.

‘She called to hear YOUR voice. She wanted to talk to you, and you alone. Don’t forge that.’

“That’s nice. I can’t wait to see you. I’ve… missed you.”

(Name) held onto her phone tightly.

“I… I miss you too. When we meet up, we’ll talk through everything, okay? I… I don’t want to be upset with you.”

“I don’t want you to be upset either, (Name). You’re…”

He paused. Why couldn’t he get the words out? Why couldn’t he tell her just how important she was to him.

“I’m what?”

Illumi bit his lip. “You’re my best friend.”

“Aww. You’re one of my best friends too.”

‘One of?’

He decided to ignore that comment, his head swiveling to the left when he heard footsteps approaching.

“Sorry, I have to go. Work.”

She sighed. “Alright. Be safe, love you.”

Illumi stared down at his phone for a moment, a deep frown on his face. Even though he wanted to say it back more than anything, he couldn’t.

“Take care.”

Click.

(Name) plopped down on the couch, setting her phone on the table next to it.

“Who were you talking to?”

Feitan stood behind her, his cheeks slightly flushed and his eyes narrowed.

“Oh, a friend.”

Feitan sat beside her, his arm wrapping around the back of the couch. “Said ‘Love you’.”

“Yeah, I say I love you to all of my friends.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Not just to me?”

(Name) gasped. “Aww, Fei! I’m sorry, but no, I say it to everyone.”

She leaned against his shoulder.

“I do love you though. Sooo much.”

It almost hurt, how much his heart raced with her words. The girl leaning against his shoulder had so much love to give, even after everything that had happened to her.

“I…”

He couldn’t say it back. It was difficult, not coming as easy to him as it did to her. A declaration of love could be the nail in their relationship’s coffin.

When Feitan loved, he loved hard. With his teeth and his claws, he’d hold onto the object of his affection like a wild dog would it’s prey.

“It’s okay, Fei. You know I don’t mind if you can’t say it back. I know you care about me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

She kissed his shoulder, showing how comfortable she was in his presence. She trusted him enough to not hurt her, to relax and close her eyes as she lay against him.

She smelled sweet, like fresh fruit. He’d never get used to her soft scent. It was soothing, like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

‘One day, I’ll show her how much I love her. With every part of me.’

He ran his hand over her hair, careful to not pull any of it. She sighed in contentment, enjoying this soft moment with her usually cold and calloused friend.

They were interrupted by Feitan’s phone buzzing from his pocket.

He opened his phone.

“What?”

“Oh, you finally answer. I’ve been trying to call you all night, Fei.”

Shalnark chuckled into the phone. “I guess you’ve been too busy with your little lady.”

Feitan glanced at the girl next to him, who was watching a random program on TV.

“Shut it. What you want?”

“Rude! I just wanted to tell you we found Uvo. We’re currently looking for the chain user.”

“He want revenge?”

“Duh.”

This caused Feitan to chuckle. “Of course. Anything else.”

“Mmm, no. Just be back tonight. The boss wants to go over his plans.”

Feitan sighed, petting (Name)’s head again.

“Alright. Bringing (Name).”

“Haha, figured. You know, Chrollo seems to think she should join us. What are your thoughts on that?”

“Don’t think she should. Not a fighter.”

Shalnark hummed. “Maybe, but we haven’t seen her skills in that department yet. She was trained by an assassin, right? She’s got to have some kind of strength.”

Feitan glanced down at her again, the girl now staring up at him.

“Is that Shalnark? Tell him I said hi!”

Feitan huffed. “She says hi.”

The blonde giggled. “Oh, tell her I said hello as well. Oh? Is that the- okay. Okay. Fei, I’ve got to go!”

“Be careful.”

Shalnark paused. He didn’t often hear Feitan say things like that.

“We will. Bye bye!”

Feitan hung up, playing his phone back in his pocket.

“Did he say anything about Uvo?”

“Yeah. Found him.”

(Name) let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, good. Can we see him?”

Feitan shook his head. “He’s out for revenge. Don’t know when he’ll return.”

“Revenge? That sounds like a bad idea.”

Feitan shrugged, pulling her back against him. “His life, he wants revenge, he gets it.”

She pouted up at him. “Well it might be his life, it that won’t stop me from worrying about him.”

His eyes softened slightly, but he flicked her forehead so she wouldn’t notice.

“Shouldn’t worry. He’s strong.”

“Even strong people can be taken down with the right ability. He’s an enhancer, so he’d be weak to a conjurer or manipulator.”

Feitan groaned. “Maybe, but Uvo is smart. A little cocky, but not dumb. Can handle himself.”

(Name) sighed. “I hope you’re right. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

The two stayed in a comfortable silence as she watched TV, and he thought about Uvogin.

‘He’ll be okay. Has to be.’

———————

The day was spent in (Name)’s condo, the two only leaving to pick up lunch before returning. He had to admit, her clinginess wasn’t bothering him as much as it would of if she were anyone else.

In fact, he enjoyed the close proximity to her.

“Fei, when are we leaving?”

He looked at the clock.

“About an hour. Pick up dinner on the way.”

(Name) hummed from her seat on the couch, snacking on some fruit she’d cut up.

“Stop snacking, ruin your appetite.”

(Name) stopped, dropping the strawberry she’d been about to eat back into the bowl. “Oh, you’re right. Do you want any before I put this in the fridge?”

He shook his head. (Name) had been slowly recovering through the day, to the point she could go a few minutes without Feitan in sight. But once those minutes were up, she’d start getting anxious.

It worried him. He’d probably have to leave her home in the coming nights. Would she be healed enough to sleep in the bed alone when he did?

(Name) placed the bowl in the fridge, closing it after.

“I need to figure out something to wear. Something warm, but can move in.”

(Name) motioned for Feitan to follow her, the man standing and following instantly.

‘Look at me, following after a girl. They’d tease me for it.’

Feitan sat on (Name)’s bed as she pulled out items of clothing.

“Too short. Not flexible enough. You kidding? You freeze in that.”

He shot down almost every item of clothing until she pulled out an oversized hoodie and skirt combo.

“… wear pants under skirt. Should be fine.”

“Do you mean like… leggings? That should keep me warm!”

(Name) shooed him out of the room so she could change. He waited close by. If he didn’t, she’d go looking for him with a scared look on her face, and he hated to see her like that.

“Fei, how do I look?”

It was such a simple outfit. Just a pink cow print hoodie with a white skirt, and black tights, but he liked it. A lot. Something about the way her hoodie neatly hid the fact she had a skirt on at all made him… feral.

“Looks… looks good.”

He pulled the hoodie over her head. “Good for blocking face. In case people come.”

(Name) swatted at his hands. “Hey, I can’t see!”

He let go of her hoodie, snickering to himself.

“Ok, princess.”

When she pulled back her good, his eyes widened ever so slightly.

She was flustered.

“Princess? That’s new…”

The air felt different, the girl unable to meet his eye. It was a similar reaction to when he’d called her his good girl in the car earlier.

“Hmm? You like it?”

He didn’t hide the slight husky nature of his voice. Her reaction was causing a reaction in him. Feitan pushed further, his hand slipping to her hip.

“I…”

(Name) pulled away and hid her face.

“I don’t mind it.”

Feitan smirked, leaning in close to her ear.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

(Name) spent the rest of the hour peeking at Feitan from behind corners and running away when he’d spot her.

‘Like a puppy. Cute.’

When it was time to go, the two walked out of her apartment hand in hand. Although she needed his touch, the touch of anyone else made her wince.

Because of this, Feitan expanded his aura to cover the two. People subconsciously avoided entering his aura, allowing the two to have a decent space around them even in the busiest of crowds.

“What you want for dinner?”

She shrugged. “You can pick.”

Feitan shot towards the nearest restaurant.

——————

After a quick dinner, the two walked out to the edge of town towards their hideout.

“Want me to carry you? Long way.”

She shook her head, sipping on the lemonade she’d brought with her. “No, I’m fine. I walked all the way here the first time, you know.”

“Yeah but…”

He glanced at her face, seeing the dark circles under her eyes.

They’d been getting home late and waking up early. It would cause at least a little strain on a normal person.

“But nothing! I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him along, the backpack she wore bouncing along.

Feitan rolled his eyes, but didn’t pull his hand away. He never could, when it was her.

When they arrived, Pakunoda and Shalnark were waiting outside. Feitan let go of her hand when he spotted them, stuffing it into his pocket.

“Fei, (Name), you’re here!”

Shalnark jogged up to them, waving as he did. (Name) excitedly ran towards him, jumping up to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Shalnark! Thanks for holding my hair while I threw up yesterday, and sorry for crying all over your shirt.”

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away.

It was like time slowed down as she was pulling back from the friendly kiss.

Shalnark began to turn red, and she could hear someone approaching them from behind.

A hand was wrapped around her waist so tightly she squeaked, the girl being pulled back into someone’s arms and thrown over their shoulder.

“…”

Feitan stared up at the blonde with narrowed eyes, holding (Name) over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! She’s the one that-“

Feitan didn’t stick around to listen, carrying her into the hideout.

Pakunoda watched this play out with an amused look in her eye.

“Didn’t know he was the jealous type. It’s cute, really.”

“Yeah, cute when it’s not directed at you.”

Shalnark touched his cheek, his eyes soft.

“She’s really nice. I can see why he likes he so much. Fei’s always had a soft spot for sweet things.”

Pakunoda glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. “Do you…”

Shalnark shook his head. “No, I…”

He let his hand drop to his side, giving her a smile. “We should get inside before the boss comes to drag us in!”

Pakunoda nodded. “You’re right.”

———————

(Name) pouted from he seat in Feitan’s lap, flustered and embarrassed. Ever since she’d kissed Shalnark’s cheek earlier, he refused to talk to her.

“Fei, let me go. They’re looking…”

A few of the spiders had been glancing in the pair’s direction, but quickly looked away when Feitan sent them a glare.

“No. Can’t be trusted.”

“Why?”

“Why? Kiss people, that’s why.”

(Name) gasped and turned around so she was straddling him.

“What are you, my dad? I can kiss whoever I want. How many times have I kissed your cheek?”

He stared up at her, his grip on her hips tightening.

“Not enough.”

She tilted her head. “Are you… jealous- hey!”

She was sent sprawling on the floor when Feitan pushed her off his lap.

“Stupid girl. Why would I be jealous?”

She stared at him from the ground for a moment, then poured. “I guess there’s no reason to be jealous, if you don’t like me.”

(Name) scrambled to her feet before storming off to join Pakunoda on the other side of the room.

“Wow, she’s mad!”

Shalnark plopped down beside Feitan, watching as (Name) and Pakunoda chatted amongst each other.

“She’ll get over it. Not jealous.”

The blonde tilted his head. “Is that so? Then you don’t mind if I return her kiss?”

Feitan’s hand shot forward to grab Shalnark’s wrist.

“Don’t.”

Shalnark gave him a smile. “Why not? Is she your girlfriend or something?”

“She’s mine. That’s what she is.”

Feitan squeezed his wrist before letting go and walking towards Pakunoda and (Name).

Shalnark giggled to himself, bringing his bruised wrist to his face. ‘Oh he is SO jealous. Paku was right, it is kind of cute.’

(Name) turned when she felt a familiar presence behind her.

“Fei? Do you want something?”

The dark haired man pulled on her sleeve. She allowed him to tug her away from Pakunoda, waving goodbye.

“Sorry.”

(Name) blinked. “It’s alright.”

He never apologized for anything, especially when it was a reaction to her teasing. (Name) leaned forward and placed a few kisses on his face.

“Was that enough kisses?”

He didn’t answer, continuing to pull her away as his cheeks turned red under his coat.

‘Never enough.’

—————

Chrollo cleared his throat, getting the attention of the entire Troupe.

“A chain user? He’s either a Manipulator or a Conjurer. Uvogin is a dominant fighter. But in a one-on-one fight, he is most vulnerable to those two categories.”

(Name) bit her lip. It was the exact thing she’d been worried about.

“Many Conjurer give special powers to the things they create. Some of those abilities could render Uvo helpless. And a Manipulator could manipulate Uvo himself.”

Shalnark cursed. “I should have tagged along! Damn!”

“If he fails to return by dawn, there will be a change in plans.”

(Name) held onto Feitan’s sleeve, trying not to cry.

‘He’ll be back. Like they said, Uvo is strong.’

Feitan turned and slipped his hand into hers. “Try not to worry. Will only make you upset.”

The man said that, but he too was beginning to worry. Uvogin was strong, yeah, but he never took this long to complete a mission.

“Oh (Name)!”

Hisoka jumped down from his ledge, approaching the pair slowly.

“What you want?” Feitan asked, pushing the girl behind him. Shalnark watched from close by.

“Oh, I just wanted to tell her that I saw one of her friends.”

(Name) perked up, peeking over Feitan’s shoulder. “One of my friends? Which one?”

He smiled a placed a finger over his lips. “The blonde.”

(Name) knew what his gesture meant. She shouldn’t say the name of her friends, at least Hisoka thought she shouldn’t. Feitan seemed to stiffen at the mention of her blonde friend.

‘The one she likes?’

“Oh, really? Does it seem like he’s been eating well? I’ve been worried about him.”

Hisoka shrugged. “I guess you could say that. He doesn’t look any different from the hunter exam.”

Feitan’s grip on (Name)’s arm tightened slightly. “That all you have to say?”

The magician chuckled. “No, of course not. I also wanted to ask a question.”

(Name) tilted her head, jumping back when she felt Hisoka’s aura turn murderous.

“Would you like to fight me, (Name)?”

[i-write-things]

Yandere Chrollo x Festive! Reader (Head Canons)

(How Yandere Chrollo would react to having a very festive S/O during the holidays)

Growing up in Meteor city, not a lot of good things happened. However, Christmas was one of the few times a year when people were a lot softer for some reason. So, although Chrollo doesn't really care too much about Christmas, he still enjoys it. It brings him a sense of comfort that not even he can deny.

Before he met you, he still enjoyed Christmas, just not as much. He would still celebrate a little with the rest of the Spiders. He would attend Uvo's Christmas parties (That ended up in a lot of members passed out drunk), and maybe, if he was especially feeling it that year, gift his friends a small present. He would usually leave the friend after to do his own thing, and he always left Uvo's party first out of anyone. So, while Christmas was like any other day of the year to him, it wasn't like any other time of the year, if that makes sense.

He wasn't all that festive, but he will admit, he did try to get into it. He would wear a Christmas themed outfit on the day of Christmas, and he would drink more hot chocolate than coffee around this time. Of course, his favorite part is sitting around a fire (whether its in a house that belongs to him, or the residents of someone he murdered), with a nice book.

So when he meets you, he wasn't surprised when you were more festive than him. A lot of people are. However, for some reason, he thinks you're starting to rub off on him a little. Post-kidnapping, he'd come over and help you decorate. Having trouble hanging up a festive Christmas decoration? No problem! He'd love to walk right up behind you, and reach up to do it for you, making sure to press his chest right up against your back.

If you want to ask him to help decorate some cookies, he'd be in heaven. You asked him for help! That must mean you're becoming more comfortable and reliant on him, right? He'd try to keep the process as clean as possible, but if you want to do that thing in every holiday movie where they're baking cookies and they make a mess out of the kitchen by throwing flour everywhere, he'd still enjoy it. He'd also think its cute how you think you could win. I mean, sure, he'd let you win, but if you get too cocky and make a remark a bit too arrogant, he won't hesitate to put you in your place (Same thing for snowball fights). He's a smart man, so his goal during this fight wouldn't be to get the most flour everywhere, because he knows it would just be a pain to clean up later. His goal would be to get the most flour on you. (Although, he doesn't mind cleaning up too much, it just means he gets to spend more time at your place)

He's also sure to get you some very nice presents. He's Santa now, because anything you even mentioned that you showed interest in having, he is sure to steal get it for you. Did you happen to look at a piece of expensive jewelry a little but longer than you normally would? It's yours, now. Even if you don't like or wear jewelry.

After the kid-napping is a different story. He hopes that the Christmas spirit thing will help you like him more, even if it's just a little. If that's not the case, prepare for teasing remarks such as "Y/N, why do you continue to push me away? What happened to your 'Christmas Spirit'?".

He also gets all the ingredients to make cookies, just like old times. Don't want to bake them? Fine. He'll do it himself. Just don't sound too surprised when you don't get to bake anything else that holiday season. If you do choose to help him, however, there are two possibilities: 1. You can just be compliant. You can help him make the cookies. I mean, there's no rule saying you have to have fun, or be happy while doing it with him. Or 2. You can purposefully screw everything up. Honestly, Chrollo was expecting this more than the former. So he's not really upset when you just so happen to drop the dough on the floor. In fact, he might even set you up to fail if you choose this route, because the longer you take to make the cookies, the more time you spend with him. It doesn't matter if you're working more with against than with him.

Oh, and how could I forget? The thing every guy, gal, and in between pal looks forward to. Setting the star on top of the Christmas tree. If all your Christmas spirit is gone, and you're not helping him decorate the tree he thought you would like, he might pretend to struggle to put it on top. "Y/N, dear, would you help me for a moment?" If you refuse, he'll probably just give up on decorating the Christmas tree. You seeing it incomplete motivates you to finish decorating the tree by yourself. Which, you have trouble reaching the tip of that stupid tree, and he, similar to how he helped you hang up the decorations on the higher parts of the wall, will help you put the star on top. He'd also do this if you were the one who decorated the tree to start with. However, if you do decided to help him put up the star, he'd be delighted! he gets to show you how strong he is, hoping to impress you with his strength when he so easily picks you up and holds you up so you can set the star on top. He might hold you for just a little longer than you like, but he doesn't really care. Of course, if you start to grow impatient, he'd set you down. You could have just asked, you know.

By far, one of his favorite things is to drive around at night with you. No particular destination in mind, just drive around and admire the pretty Christmas lights. He likes looking at your reaction more than the lights, though. You finally seem happy, even though he's right next to you. Sure, it's because you're ignoring him and you're in your own little world, watching the lights, but who cares? It proves his point that you can be happy this holiday season even with him. If he get to a nice point, he might even put his hand on your thigh if you're distracted and/or happy enough. If you push his hand off you, no problem. He'll just use his hand for something even better, like caressing your cheek and telling you how beautiful you look, and other cheesy things like how you're the only Christmas gift he wants. He thinks it romantic, you probably think its annoying. (Unless you've succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome, but what how you return the affection is up to you). If you slap his hand away one more, that's a-okay! If you don't want his hand to hold, or touch you, the steering wheel won't mind having his hand on it. He'll drive you back home early, and your escape from the place he currently has you staying in is no longer there.

Overall, he becomes a lot more festive when he's with you because he see's it as an opportunity to spend more time with you. He'd be willing to do just about any Christmas tradition you can think of, but remember, he's a master manipulator, and he's very good at twisting things to his own liking. No matter what you suggest, he'll find a way to attempt to make it romantic. If he feels like respecting your boundaries more that day, (not likely), he might just let you enjoy whatever tradition it is you like simply because you're happy despite him being around, giving him a boost of confidence and fueling his delusions that you will someday love him back. However, there's no promise that the next day, he won't force you to cuddle up with him next to a fire while reading a book. He let you indulge in your favorite thing about Christmas, so it's only fair you do the same for him. If you'd ask, he'd read to you. I mean, he'd read to you any day, but still. He at least offers it to you. If you refuse, he just continues reading to himself while still having his arm wrapped around you and lightly stroking your arm.

[uvobreakmylegs]

Interim

Uvogin x reader

Warnings: mentions of captivity, abusive relationships, abuse, violence, blood, kidnapping, mentions of death

Word count: 9k

2:09 AM

A familiar nightmare wrenched you out of your sleep, one that left your heart pounding and your limbs shaking as you instantly reached for the table lamp, blindly scrambling at the lamp's base before you moved your hand upward to find the light switch. You needed the light on. You needed to be able to see clearly. You needed to know that you were alone – that there wasn't a large figure standing at the end of your bed watching you, waiting for you to become aware of his presence before he snatched you up.

You needed to know that you were the only one in your little apartment.

The light came on and you looked all about the bedroom.

And……

Nothing.

There was no sign of anyone being in there with you. The few pieces of furniture and personal items you owned were in the same places they had been when you went to bed the previous night, and with the exception of your work shirt that hung off the back of a chair, nothing in the room was in any sort of disarray. Nothing torn up or destroyed, no clothes that had been roughly shoved into your aged backpack that hung off the hook on the bedroom door.

And when you looked to the foot of the bed, you didn't see anyone standing before you.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief as you fell back onto your mattress.

Like the other times, it was only a nightmare. It wasn't real, it was only your deepest fears coming out from your subconscious, bringing forward the fears that you tried your best to keep at the back of your head every day. A possibility for your future that you were desperate to avoid.

But despite how often you'd experienced that particular nightmare, that only did so much to calm your rapid heartbeat. After all, he could still find you. Even though you had run so far and done so much to cover your tracks so that following you would be a near-impossible feat, no matter what you did, the fact remained that Uvogin could find you.

With how long you had been away from him, you felt pretty secure that you hadn't slipped up anywhere when you left; if there had been any clue you left behind, any images of you on a security camera that he or one of his friends would be able to see, then he would've gotten you by now. The fact that months had gone by and you didn't see any sign of your former captor had you feeling secure that you had done well when you got away from him.

But he could still find you.

Uvogin liked to travel around when he wasn't with the troupe, usually in search of strong opponents or ways to increase his already astounding physical strength. It was always possible that he might come to the town where you now lived for training purposes. Or maybe he would come for a different reason; maybe he'd come just to see what a remote town in the middle of a frozen wasteland looked like.

Either way, he could always find you. And no matter how much you assured yourself that the chances were slim, the fact that those chances still existed would never allow you to feel completely at ease.

There could always be a morning where your nightmare became a reality.

That thought made you shudder, and you pulled the blanket back up around your shoulders as you curled beneath it, not bothering to turn off the light. You'd need to go into work in four hours, but there was no way you were getting back to sleep before then. At least savor the warmth of your soft blankets before you need to go out into the cold, you told yourself.

You also told yourself not to think about Uvogin while you did that.

But of course, that was an impossible task. The instant you told yourself not to, images of him popped into your brain and he was all you could think about.

It wasn't fair.

After all this time being away from him, the months you'd spent building back up a normal life for yourself as you tried to integrate into your new home, your mind went back to him with every other thought. You couldn't help the way you wondered about what he was doing. Where he was. If today he would casually destroy numerous innocent lives that he wouldn't bother to remember, or if he would decide that the day was going to be a peaceful one. You couldn't imagine his way of life had stopped completely, but it wasn't like every day you had spent with him was one where blood was spilled.

It was only the really bad days that were like that.

Was Uvogin even still alive? That was something else that you thought about. The stress at the thought of him finding you was constant, but if you could have some sort of confirmation that he was dead, it would mean that all of stress could taken off of your mind. Maybe you wouldn't even need to keep living here and go back to the way your life had been before Uvo decided to mess it up for you.

It seemed like a long shot that he'd be dead, though. Especially when you remembered what he was capable of. You had too many memories of the way he could crumple up metal in his bare hands, or how he could take hits that would have demolished a normal person. Hell, not even bullets could do anything to him. So what the hell could even kill a man like him?

You sighed.

It'd be nice to imagine that he'd given up on you, at the very least. That you running and hiding away for so long had caused him to lose interest in you and that he'd shifted his obsessive focus to someone else. A thought that made you feel bad for that hypothetical third party, but it would technically be good for you.

….. What an awful thought to have.

You groaned as you pushed your face into the pillow.

It wasn't fair how he consumed your mind. It wasn't fair how you had this same internal dialogue every morning. It wasn't fair that he was always somewhere at the back of your head from the moment you woke up to the time you went to sleep. It wasn't fair that even in your dreams you weren't free of him.

Why did he need to pick you?

It was useless asking that question – you'd never get an answer for it. Not one that you'd be satisfied with, anyway.

Glancing up again at the time, you found it to be 2:16 AM.

Work was in four hours and you couldn't get back to sleep.

5:35 AM

You winced the second you stepped out the door, the cold air of the outside biting at your exposed skin without mercy. Unfortunately, as much as you wanted to barricade yourself in your apartment until the weather was better, you had to get to work.

And it wasn't like things would get any warmer; the days in Mowbray were freezing all year long.

Being located in one of the coldest areas in the world tended to do that; the town was surrounded on all sides by an icy tundra, a completely barren and snow covered land where nothing was able to grow. The harsh weather conditions meant that for the majority of the year, the main way in or out of Mowbray was by airship. There weren't any roads that connected the town to the outside world, and the vehicles that were capable of getting across the rough landscape were generally reserved for true emergencies. So the only visitors that the town would get that came by land were unusually determined people – Hunters, generally – and they only came into town during the summer months. The rest of the year no one dared venture out into that wasteland for fear of dying and being forever lost, buried beneath the snow.

With conditions like that, there weren't many people living there. The town's total population was just below the three thousand mark, and with a lack of anything one could do at Mowbray, it was a rare occurrence to get many out of town visitors. They usually ranged from relatives of other residents to the aforementioned Hunters, either coming in for a social call or for a job of some kind.

For the people who lived in the town year-round, the majority of them were those who had been born here and were happy with the way their lives were. Things here were simple and quiet, and very few had any desire to leave the life that kept them separated from the rest of the world. Some people moved to the town later in life in search of that peace, finding the way that the world worked outside was too overwhelming. Sometimes those in the latter group decided a few months in that it wasn't worth it and left, but a majority of that group was happy to stay.

And then there were the people whose sole purpose in coming to the town in was order to hide. Like you did.

You weren't the only one, as there were several who lived in the units around yours that raised suspicion. Like the old man who lived across from you with the long-healed burn marks on his hands that he tried to keep hidden. Or the younger woman who lived in a different building who you occasionally saw staring at a photo from a locket around her neck whenever she stepped outside to smoke. And then there was the tenant below you looked to be around your age and was constantly on alert as they always looked around them whenever they went outside, as if they feared they were being followed.

You speculated on what their stories were, what exactly had brought them to a place like this. And you could assume that they did the same with you: watching you pass them by while they quietly wondered what in the world had made you come here of all places.

Those weren't stories that would ever be shared as it was better to keep such things quiet.

As you trudged out into the snow so you could start your shift at the grocery store, you were annoyed with yourself that your thoughts once more went to Uvogin, and you subconsciously pushed the scarf around your face just a bit higher.

At least with living here, it was considered normal to cover up half of your face when you went outside.

5:59 AM

Only the faintest hints of the sunrise were beginning to color the sky when you entered the store and began to set everything up for the new workday. Turning on the lights, checking the shelves to see if any stock was out of place and making sure everything was clean before you unlocked the front doors to officially open the place. You had a routine in place that you followed religiously as you were desperate not to disappoint your boss, an elderly woman named Helena. She owned the place, and she was nice enough to give you a job despite the large gap in your work history, nor did she question you on why you had come to the town in the first place. She had always been warm to you, treating you as though you were one of her own. So after such a sweet old woman had taken a chance on you, you were determined to show her judgment hadn't been misplaced.

Helena had never doubted you, although that sentiment didn't seem to be rubbing off on the other long-time residents of the town.

The bell above the door chimed twenty minutes after the store had opened, and you called out a greeting. There was a mumbled reply in return, and then two sets of footsteps walked further into the store. As you anticipated that whoever had entered likely wouldn't be around long, you took your place at the register so as to be ready for them.

You then overheard part of their conversation.

“What'd you think is making them so antsy?” one man's voice asked.

“Dunno. Could be weather,” a different man answered.

“The weather? Do the dogs get that nervous over that?” the first one questioned.

“Sometimes. Could be that we're in for a bad storm.”

There was a brief period of silence before the second voice continued to say “then again, it could be something else completely.”

“Like what?”

The second man sounded slightly exasperated as he answered “I dunno. We'll have to see what happens.”

The first man seemed to take the hint to stop asking as nothing more was said.

Based on the conversation, you had a good idea as to the identity for at least one of the men, and as the two rounded the corner of the aisle, you found that you were correct in assuming one of them was Marlow, an older man who kept sled dogs. The man who was accompanying him was slightly younger, and you were pretty sure his name was Hugh. Both were carrying drinks and pre-made sandwiches, and they set them down on the counter in front of you.

You began to ring the items up as you asked “find everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

The response you got from Marlow was curt, the exasperation still present in his tone. He wasn't in a good mood.

A shame. You wanted to ask about his dogs, especially with what you had overheard moments ago. But it was better not to as you knew it was likely he would snap at you if you annoyed him too much.

Maybe when he was in a better mood you could ask if his dogs were alright.

They paid quickly once you had finished scanning the items, taking the jenny you'd given them in change and leaving the store to go to their jobs in the oil fields. You and Hugh made eye contact just before they left, and you smiled as you told him to have a good rest of his day.

He looked uncomfortable as he gave a brief nod in response before vanishing out the door, the bell above the entrance ringing out loudly.

It was a little sad that a majority of the townsfolk didn't like you. Most of them merely tolerated your presence while they looked at you with suspicion, not trusting you for a moment.

Helena told you that people would open up eventually. That you just needed to be around for a while before the close-knit community would be willing to let you in. Just be patient and it'll happen someday.

9:03 AM

The front door bell ringing out followed by a “hello there!” brought you out from the back area as you greeted your boss, who seemed happy as she headed towards you.

“How busy has it been so far?” Helena asked.

“It's been pretty slow,” you answered.

She nodded as she removed her scarf, saying “sounds normal for a Thursday.”

“Yep.”

You then remembered the conversation you'd overheard this morning, and you mentioned “I heard someone saying we might be in for bad weather, though, so it could pick up.”

“Really? Who said that?”

“Marlow. I heard him saying that his dogs were nervous.”

“Well, animals do have better senses than us, so they would be the first to know if something was off,” she said.

Helena pulled her coat off as she said “if we are in for some bad weather, it wouldn't be a bad idea to make sure we're fully stocked out front, just in case.”

You nodded, saying “sure. I can get started on that.”

She laughed.

“Not now. Do it when you get back from your break. You look like you could use one,” she said.

“Oh. Okay.”

She was hanging her coat up in the back when you asked “do I look that tired?”

“It's noticeable,” she told you, “did you not get a lot of sleep last night?”

“Not really,” you answered, “I woke up a bit too early this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep.”

You noticed the way her brows furrowed when you said that and you quickly added “it's fine, though. I'll just go to bed early tonight.”

She didn't seem completely convinced, but Helena nodded slowly as she replied “as long as you're sure. But don't be afraid to ask if you need to head home early.”

“I'll be okay. But thank you.”

She let you go after that, and you sat down in a small break room while you did as she had told you, taking out a drink you had packed from your locker.

Now that you weren't keeping busy with work, your mind went back to Uvogin.

It'd be nice if you could talk to someone about it, you thought to yourself. Helena had told you that you could talk to her about anything, and you wondered if she sensed that you were hiding something from her. It'd be nice to let out everything that had happened to you, who had taken you and why you were hiding here.

But doing that felt selfish. Did you really want to destroy an old woman's peace of mind by letting her know that there was a chance a man who happened to be mass murderer who was also obsessed with you might come here one day? And would she still be nice to you once she learned everything?

It was better to keep it to yourself.

11:00 AM

A new shipment of goods arrived only a few minutes ago, and Helena had left you in charge of the front while she made sure everything was in order. Doing as your boss had told you, you made sure to put out the stock on the shelves wherever there was room. Currently you were restocking some of the shelves of soup that had already been running a bit low.

The bell above the front door rang out while you were kneeling by the shelf, and as you grabbed another can from the box next to you, you called out “welcome! Let me know if you need anything.”

There wasn't any response to your greeting, but you didn't pay much mind to it. You only made a mental note to keep an eye on the checkout counter so you wouldn't leave whoever it was waiting.

Though they didn't say anything, you heard them walk off the mat in front of the door as their footsteps sounded on the hard tiles of the floor. Those same footsteps walked over to the refrigerated section on the other side of the wall, and the hum that came from that section grew louder when one of the doors were opened.

At that point you didn't pay much attention to the other person, your mind going back to the task at hand while you continued to fill up the empty spaces on the shelves in front of you.

You needed to do some shopping of your own when your shift ended, you remembered. The contents of your pantry were starting to run low, and if the weather was going to be taking a turn for the worse, you didn't want to be stranded in your apartment without a decent supply of food.

With that thought in mind, you decided to leave one of the soup cans in the box so you could buy it for yourself later. That was at least one perk to working in a grocery store, and as minor as it was, you smiled to yourself.

The shadow of a person suddenly overtook the end of the aisle that led to the door. Still in the middle of restocking, you placed another can on the shelf as you instinctively looked over to the new presence that you sensed.

You froze.

You stayed in place, looking at the person who was now standing before you and you wondered if this was reality or another bad dream. The shudder that ran down your spine and the feel of the cold floor against your knees confirmed that this wasn't in your head – this was real.

Uvogin was here.

Standing at the end of the aisle.

Staring directly at you.

You stared back, unable to say or do anything, as for a moment, your mind stayed blank.

Then your mind began to race as you were forced to come to terms with your worst-case scenario that was playing out before you: he had found you. You were face to face with the man you had run from, the entire reason you had come to this town in the first place in the hopes that you would never see him again.

But now he was here, right in front of you.

All that time, all that effort had been for nothing. All of it was made meaningless the instant he laid eyes on you. The only thing that was guaranteed from this point out was that you were going to suffer for it, because there was little doubt that he was angry with you.

Your heart began to race and you felt like you were having trouble breathing. But you didn't look away from him.

He hadn't said anything.

What would happen now?

You had imagined him finding you at the store before this. In the times this awful scenario played out in your head, Uvogin would always grab you, toss you over his shoulder and carry you outside, regardless of if you were dressed for the weather or not. You doubted that he wanted you dead, but he wasn't against having you suffer if he felt you deserved it. Would he actually do what you'd imagined for so long? Or would he use threats to get you to drop what you were doing and make you go with him willingly?

Whatever he would do, he would act immediately. That was what you had believed.

Yet Uvogin wasn't saying anything. He was still standing there, his gaze boring holes into you while his mouth was pressed into a hard line. Meanwhile, you couldn't say anything. You were barely able to breathe at the moment, let alone try to get any words out.

A brief bit of hope made your heart skip – maybe he didn't realize it was you?

That hope was quashed within moments as you realized what a dumb thought that was. There was no chance that he didn't recognize you – Uvogin wasn't stupid. Whatever changes you had made to your appearance wouldn't have fooled him into thinking that you were another person, and definitely not after he'd spent so long staring at you. The way he was looking at you now meant that he definitely knew it was you. Trying to act like you were a simple shop worker and nothing more would probably only make him more angry.

Don't make this any worse for yourself

You said nothing, waiting for him to make the first move.

Helena and the deliveryman were still in the back, and no one had come in after Uvogin. It was only the two of you in the store at the moment; a perfect opportunity for him to grab you and take off. Maybe there would be people around outside to see the two of you, but even if they did witness your kidnapping, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Though seeing someone being taken against their will would spur most to action. That thought made you shudder. You really hoped none of them were suicidal enough to try and stop Uvogin. Those were deaths that you didn't want on your conscience. It would be better to beg for their lives now. Promise that you'll do everything he says just as long as he didn't hurt any of the residents of the small town and that the only one he should punish is you. You were at fault for what happened, not them.

You licked your dry lips as you prepared to speak.

Uvogin beat you to it.

Motioning over to the register with his head, he said to you “you gonna ring me up or what?”

He held a six pack of beer in one hand that he lifted up slightly while he said that. Somehow you'd managed to miss that before.

You needed to run his sentence over in your head a few times before you understood.

“Oh…. Okay.”

You kept an eye on him as you made your way to the register, anticipating the moment when he would roughly grab you and take you away from this place.

Yet he didn't do anything other than keep an eye on you as well, and when you made it behind the counter, he dropped the six pack in front of you. You couldn't help but flinch at the loud sound it made when it landed.

You looked at him and then back to the beer. Still no move on his part to grab you.

He…. He really wanted you to ring him up?

With only a single item to scan, the price of the item plus the sales tax added up to the total he owed, which flashed on a small screen in front of him. Upon seeing that, Uvogin frowned.

“Stuff is a lot more expensive here,” he commented.

That time you managed to get out something that resembled a coherent sentence, though you couldn't bring yourself to speak loudly.

“Just about everything comes in by airship,” you mumbled, “flying supplies is automatically expensive.”

Uvogin scoffed.

“So this place is in the middle of an empty wasteland, cold as fuck and you need to pay twice as much for a thing of beer? Seems like a shitty town to me.”

“….. The quiet is nice,” you said.

“Yeah, I'm sure the fact that this place is quiet is why you came here,” he answered sarcastically.

“…. Part of it.”

“Sure.”

You could hear Helena speaking to the deliveryman in the back. As nice as she was, she had a bad habit of chatting with people for just a bit too long.

It was just as well. If she came out and saw how you were right now, she'd assume that Uvogin had done something to you and demand that he leave or threaten to call the police. Depending on his mood, Uvo would respond in one of two ways: laugh it off if he was feeling good or kill her if he was annoyed.

She couldn't save you from him. No one in this town could.

And none of them deserved to die because of you.

Uvogin hadn't taken the beer nor payed for it, and you stood behind the counter, your hands folded in front of you while you waited for what was to come next.

When nothing happened, you chose to break the silence.

“What happens now?” you asked quietly.

“That all depends on what you do,” he answered.

“…. Are you going to kill anyone?”

“That depends on what you do,” Uvogin repeated, “there is a scenario where no one gets hurt and they all live on happily, but whether or not we go that route relies completely on where you choose to go from here.”

Uvogin crossed his arms as he asked, “so, you gonna give me any problems?”

You shook your head.

“Good. Now, where do you live?”

You kept your head low as you answered “Lerch apartments. It's a set of blue buildings.”

“What unit?”

“17E. On the second floor”

Uvo held out his hand as he ordered “give me your keys.”

You complied, reaching down to get the key ring in your pocket and taking off the one that unlocked your front door. He snatched it out of your hand when you held it out for him, and it quickly vanished into the pocket of his jacket.

“Do I need to be worried about any roommates?” Uvo asked.

“No. I live alone.”

“What about nosy neighbors?”

“They shouldn't bother you. The people there tend to keep to themselves.”

Uvogin nodded, then looked to the clock on the wall behind you.

“When do you get off?” he asked.

“Uh, in about an hour and a half.”

“Hm. Alright,” said Uvogin, “finish up your shift and we'll talk more when you get back.”

“Finish up?” you asked. That seemed strange to you, that he'd let you go about business as usual and let you finish your shift at your job. Hadn't the fact that you'd run away bothered him? Didn't he want to leave with you as soon as possible?

“Yeah, it'll look less suspicious that way,” he replied, “unless you wanna get off early.”

You shook your head.

He smirked as he said “I figured. You would rather try to delay the inevitable, wouldn't you?”

“N-no, it's not that. It's Helena. She's older. She needs help,” you said.

“She looked fine to me, but whatever,” he said, shrugging as he added “use her as an excuse if that's what you want.”

It wasn't completely an excuse. She did need help with some of the heavier lifting.

“I'm not using her as an excuse. She's been good to me and I want to help her out,” you told him.

He shrugged again as he reiterated “whatever. As long as you show up in ninety minutes.”

You nodded.

An hour and a half. That was all you had left of this little life you'd made for yourself up here. After that, you would return to what your life had been with Uvogin. Following him around like a pet as he journeyed to wherever he pleased, going with his whims to find whatever interested him most. You had no say in any of it, and if you kicked up too much of a fuss, he'd respond with some sort of violence.

What would he do to you for running?

“Anything else I should know about?” he asked.

“I don't think so.”

“Alright then. I'll be heading off.”

“But before I do that,” he added, “there's something you need to do for me first.”

You immediately became nervous as you asked “what?”

He smirked as he pointed to the cans of beer that were still sitting in front of you on the counter.

“Cover this for me,” he said.

You stared at him for a moment before looking back down to the beer. And after double-checking the amount that was owed, you let out a quiet sigh as you got out your wallet, putting your money into the register and getting out the change.

All this time and he still refused to carry cash.

“Gimme the receipt,” he told you.

You didn't question why he wanted it and just did as he said, printing it out and holding it for him to take.

But when you thought he was reaching for it, he instead grabbed you by the arm to pull you forward, causing the edge of the counter to dig into your stomach while he leaned in so he could whisper in your ear.

“By this point, we both know that you're prone to doing stupid shit,” Uvogin whispered, “and while you won't get very far with this weather, it'll be annoying to hunt you down in that tundra. But if you decide to do that anyway, just know that I'll level this entire fucking town before I go and get you.”

You could sense the grin on his face as he continued with “I'll probably start with grandma back there. Maybe splatter her brains across the walls before I move on to whoever's closest.”

“Please don't do that,” you whispered.

“Then don't run off.”

With that, he let go of your arm, took the receipt that you were still holding, and grabbed the case of beer as he began to head towards the front door.

Before he left, he looked back at you one last time.

He was grinning at you, but there was a look in his eyes that betrayed how he was truly feeling.

You were wrong about what you'd been thinking earlier.

He was angry.

Uvogin was angry at the lengths you'd gone to try and escape him. And now he'd be sitting at your apartment for an hour and a half, stewing in his emotions and becoming angrier and angrier until you got back.

A full body shudder ran through you at the thought of that.

Silently, you walked away from the counter and returned to the box of soup, settling yourself down on the floor before placing the last of the cans on the shelf. The box was empty when you were done, and as you got up slowly and collected the empty cardboard off from the floor, another shudder ran through you at the thought of what he'd be like when you returned to your apartment.

You should've just gone with him.

12:33 PM

The blue building looked foreboding as you approached it, the place that you had called home for so long now feeling like anything but. The dread of what awaited you in that apartment had long since settled in, and every step you took through the snow felt even more weighted down than normal. Yet you tried to keep your pace quick. You told him ninety minutes. That was how long he would be willing to wait before he went through with his threat.

Uvogin would absolutely go through with what he'd told you. He'd likely be even more inclined to destroy the town because of the remote location. Even if someone managed to get to a phone or a radio before Uvogin got to them, it would take hours before rescuers would arrive, and by that point, survivors would be an impossibility.

It was the first time you had considered that scenario, and you felt stupid for it. You had been so desperate for a place that was away from the rest of society that you didn't think about anything else.

But it wouldn't happen. You weren't going to let it. Ninety minutes later and you were returning, just as you'd promised.

Though not without some minor incident. After Uvogin left, Helena had noticed how far your mood had dropped and she'd asked you what was wrong. Unable to tell her the truth, you lied to her and told her that everything was fine. But even with your insistence that everything was fine, she didn't seem to believe you, even if she eventually let it go.

You wished you could've said goodbye to her. A proper farewell to someone who had been so kind, as there was no chance that you would ever see her again. Or anyone here. Helena and all of your neighbors would all become memories of a different time. And you would vanish from their lives without much of a trace. Would any of them wonder about what happened to you? Helena would – she would definitely worry over you, and you already felt guilty for that, for the stress you had yet to put that sweet woman under. Whether the others would care enough to bother worrying wasn't as clear.

You shouldn't be so worried about them, the selfish part of you said. After all, they weren't the ones that needed to deal with Uvogin. You did.

And a different line of thought began to run through your head once again as you made your way up the stairs.

What was Uvo going to do to you?

…. Nothing good, that was certain.

You stopped yourself before you could go any further. It was better not to think about it. Just let it happen so you can get through this faster.

The faster he's finished punishing you, the faster the whole ordeal is over with.

Reaching the door to your unit, muscle memory kicked in for a moment as you reached for you bag with the intent of pulling out your key before you remembered that you'd given it to Uvogin. Still, you tried the knob anyway.

It turned out that he'd left it unlocked as the door opened easily.

You didn't waste any time getting inside, quickly and loudly shutting the door behind you. There. He knew you were back now, like you promised.

Maybe that was enough to put him in a better mood.

Pulling yourself away from the door, you turned and walked in, finding that snow had already been tracked onto the carpet; Uvo hadn't bothered to remove his boots before he barged in. Clearly there was no point in doing so in his mind. You wouldn't be staying here anymore, so who cared if things got messed up?

You found him sitting back against your cheap couch, one foot propped up on your coffee table with a can of beer in hand. There were already two empty cans on the floor next to him. The rest of the room was in a messy state, and when you glanced towards your bedroom, you saw your things had been strewn about. He'd been going through your stuff while he waited for you.

Uvogin smirked once he saw you.

“I'm glad you chose not to be stupid,” he said.

You gave a short nod.

Uvogin pulled the can of beer away from his lips, one of his eyebrows arching up in question as he looked at you.

“What, got nothin' to say?” he asked.

“I don't know what you want me to say,” you answered.

“No? How about 'sorry I put you through all of this bullshit'? That might be a good place to start.”

“… Will me saying that I'm sorry change anything?”

“Nah.”

He pulled his foot off of the table so he could sit up fully, telling you “but after the way I needed to track you down, the least you can do is grovel for me.”

You looked down at your feet, finding it hard to maintain the eye contact he was giving you, and you mumbled out an “I'm sorry.”

“Hmm. Not sure that's good enough.”

A full body flinch ran through you when you heard him stand up, and every part of you wanted to run back to the door of your unit, to try and get away from him. Your hands started to sweat as he approached you and you were scared. You were so scared of what was going to happen from this point.

You made yourself stay in place by repeating in your head that running would only make things worse.

He was on you in moments, and you were reunited with that sensation of how small and weak you felt whenever he towered over you. How easily he could break you if he wanted. How easily he had broken you, snapping your bones whenever you had gone too far for him to laugh off whatever line you had crossed, and that was usually followed by him telling you that it wasn't that bad. You falling asleep while you cried in his arms was an occurrence that was far too common, and only ever served to make you feel even more pathetic. That even after he'd been the one to hurt you, you accepted the comfort he so patronizingly offered you, and the reason why he did so seemed to simply be because it amused him.

Before you met Uvogin, you hadn't thought of yourself as being weak, and during your time away from him, you felt as though you were gaining back some of the independence and confidence you had lost. All it took for those illusions to come crumbling to pieces was a few minutes in his presence once again.

Something violent would follow, you told yourself. Maybe he'd hit you, or maybe the way you were avoiding eye contact would annoy him enough that he'd yank you up by the hair and make you look at him.

Yet the violence you expected didn't come. Instead, he placed his hand on your cheek, his warm skin coming into contact with yours that was still chilled from the bitter cold outside. You stiffened.

What was he doing?

“You wanna try again?” he asked.

Uvogin's tone contrasted the almost gentle touch on your cheek. It held more than a hint of warning – there was a promise that things would be awful for you if you didn't do what he wanted.

You cleared your throat before you spoke again.

“I'm sorry, Uvogin,” you said.

“Yeah? What for?”

“For making you come out here to get me.”

“And?”

“For…. For running from you in the first place.”

“Anything else?”

…. What else was there to say?

“I'm just sorry in general,” you mumbled.

He hummed again, the hand that had been softly caressing your cheek stilling once he heard that.

“Sorry in general,” he repeated, “that's it?”

It was probably the wrong move, but you nodded.

Uvogin hummed again before he made you look back up at him. Surprisingly, he didn't seem too angry. If anything, the look on his face resembled that of disappointment.

“You make loving you really hard sometimes, you know that?”

“Loving me?” you repeated.

“Yeah, loving you,” Uvo said, raising an eyebrow as he asked “why are you questioning that?”

“…. It doesn't feel like you love me,” you answered.

“Why else would I come out here and chase you down?” Uvogin asked.

“Because you're controlling and you don't want to see me get away from you.”

He hummed, shrugging as he said “well, you're right on the second part.”

Somehow, despite the terror you felt of being in his presence once again, you managed to scoff at that. A horribly dumb mistake, as Uvogin's hand on your cheek stilled and he zeroed in on you.

“Got something to say?” he asked.

“….. No.”

“Oh, come on. Tell me the truth,” Uvo said. When you refused to respond, he tsked.

“This is why we have issues, babe. Because you refuse to open up like you should.”

“…. You say that like the issue isn't the fact that you hurt me,” you answered.

“If I treat you rough it's because you're the one who chooses to act out,” he replied, “I've been plenty good to you; the only reason the bad outweighs the good is because you keep fighting me.”

“And you sure haven't helped yourself with this stunt,” Uvo added, “but if being the bad guy means keeping you by my side where you're supposed to be, I'll be the fucking bad guy.”

The air around you suddenly felt a lot more dangerous. Your lip began to wobble while you trembled in his hold. Tears began to well up in your eyes, which Uvogin noticed immediately.

“Starting the waterworks already?” he asked, his tone mocking while he smirked at you.

That was it. The sight of him looking down at you like that was what finally made your composure snap, and useless words began to spill out of your mouth as you clutched at his jacket.

“Uvogin, please – let me go,” you began, “I can't go back to that life you live. Watching you do horrible things to innocent people – I can't do that anymore. I can't stand it. Please just let me stay here. I won't ever leave this place and I won't bother you ever again. I won't say anything to anyone about you or the troupe. Just leave me here.”

Uvogin said nothing, but judging by his expression, he wasn't at all impressed by your speech.

You pushed further.

“Uvo, please. This is what would be the best for both of us. If you really cared about me-”

The next thing you knew, you were on the floor. The side of your head that laid directly on the hard surface was aching, and there was a stinging pain in your opposite cheek as well as on your lip. You reached up to gingerly touch your face with your gloved hand, wincing as the pain worsened when you did so. Running a finger lightly over your lip, when you pulled your hand back, you saw a smearing of blood on the fabric.

It finally registered what exactly had caused that pain, the feeling of a palm against your face that struck you so hard your brain rattled about inside your head.

He hit you.

You finally got him mad enough that he hit you.

You should've expected it – no, you had expected it, and yet it still managed to come as a surprise.

Uvogin's boot roughly connected with your shoulder, and you cried out as you were forced onto your back. The only good thing was that he didn't pin you down like that, pulling his foot away from you after.

He was speaking.

“The cold air must've gotten to your brain, babe. You really think I would just leave you after I found you?” he asked, “that after everything, I'm just gonna say 'sure' and leave you behind in this wasteland? You really fucking think that there's some scenario where you're not coming out of this place with me?”

You felt the blood coming from the gash in your lip, dripping into your gaping mouth and bringing with it the taste of iron. Tears began to flow freely as you brought your hand back up to your mouth in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding.

Uvogin knelt down next to you, saying “I didn't hit you that hard; you'll be fine.”

That statement was horribly familiar. The way he shrugged off your injuries and making it clear that he felt you were overreacting. A single hit from him could kill the average person, but you mattered enough that he would control his strength because he didn't want you dead.

Uvogin scratched at the back of his head as he added “I have to ask, though: what the fuck you were expecting when you say shit like that?”

You didn't reply. Anything you said was likely to make him hurt you more.

After a few painfully silent moments where Uvogin watched you while you began to sob, he got up without saying another word, leaving you where you lay on the floor. You followed him with your eyes, watching until he disappeared into the kitchen, and a few moments after that, you heard the sounds of him opening and closing your cabinets and drawers before he found what he was looking for.

Uvogin returned, settling down next to you and pulling you off of the floor. You protested, feeling the ache in your head becoming worse from how he moved you. He ended up pulling you into his lap, holding a dish towel up against your busted lip.

“Use this before you bleed all over the place,” he told you, encouraging you to take the towel.

When you did as he said and you clutched the fabric up to your face, Uvo kept one hand on your back, rubbing up and down in a manner that was soothing.

Already you were back in that routine. Where he'd hurt you and then follow it up by making a show of kindness, as minimal as it was. And already you were accepting it by leaning into his touch.

Because what else were you going to do?

Uvo's voice cut through your thoughts as he said “we're gonna leave soon. I've got your bag packed, but if there's anything I didn't put in that you wanna keep, now's the time to take care of that.”

You didn't respond. And when you curled in on yourself in his lap while you tried to stifle his sobs, Uvogin didn't say anything further.

1:09 PM

You wished you could've watched as you left the town, as today was the last time you would ever see it.

Technically, you could've done that. But the coward in you feared what Uvo might do to you if he saw that. While you knew that the hit at the apartment was only the beginning and wouldn't compare to whatever punishment was awaiting you once you left the area, it was better not to test his patience and make him angrier with you.

You'd made him plenty angry by now.

At least your lip had stopped bleeding, and instead of clutching the dish towel to your face, you held on tight to the backpack Uvogin had packed for you while you sat in the passenger seat of the heavy duty off-road vehicle he had brought you to once you left the apartment. You didn't recognize it, and it seemed to be doing well enough on the area around Mowbray. He'd stolen it, no doubt, getting the vehicle so he could avoid anyone who would see you two if you left by airship.

Doing it this way was faster, too. Uvo likely had a schedule in his head that he wanted to keep to.

If you making him wait ninety minutes had caused a delay in that schedule, you'd probably end up paying for that, too.

There hadn't been any further violent incidents because you didn't give him any reason to respond in that way. Once he decided that it was time to go he pulled you off of his lap and told you to collect your things, you did as he said, quietly following behind him once he left the apartment.

Uvogin didn't seem quite as angry anymore. And as he drove you further and further away from the small town, he started talking again.

“Anybody there gonna kick up a fuss when they find out you're gone?” he asked.

“… I don't think so,” you said, “my boss will probably be worried, but I don't think she'll be able to do much.”

“You talking about that old woman?”

You nodded.

A terrible thought then occurred to you, and you felt compelled to say “I didn't tell her anything about you. She doesn't know anything beyond that I moved there for a change of pace. She's not a threat.”

Uvogin laughed.

“Relax. If I was worried about that, I would've gotten rid of her before we headed off. And even if you did tell her everything, what the hell is she gonna do about it?” he asked.

Hearing that was bittersweet. It did nothing to make your situation any better, but at least Helena wouldn't suffer because of you.

At least there was that to be grateful for.

Outside the vehicle, it was clear; not even the wind was making any effort to batter at the car. You idly thought how it definitely wasn't bad weather that had been bothering Marlow's dogs.

Another thought: it would've been nice to see them again.

“You gonna miss this place?” Uvogin asked.

“I don't know.”

He laughed a little.

“What, you went out of your way to come here and you didn't even like it?” he asked.

“I was trying to hide,” you began, “and it was away from the rest of society and seemed like a good place to lay low.”

You sighed as you said “but I was never able to escape you, even before you found me.”

You heard the confusion in his voice when he asked “what does that mean?”

Before you could wonder on if you should answer that question, you spoke.

“I thought about you a lot,” you admitted, “every day from when I woke up until I fell asleep, I was wondering how you were doing. You were constantly on my mind and I couldn't help it.”

There was silence after you said that. A silence that lasted longer than you would've expected. And now you were left to wonder if saying that had been a mistake and if you were going to pay for that as well.

It felt like it was impossible for you to stop from screwing up.

Then you heard him chuckle to himself.

….. Why was he laughing?

“I'm really happy to hear that,” Uvogin said.

“…. You're happy?”

“Yeah.”

He then reached over with his hand and tapped against your head as he added “because if you're worrying about me while you're away from me, that means there's some part of you in there that knows you're supposed to be with me. If you really hated me, why would you bother expending that mental energy, right?”

His hand settled on your shoulder, and when you didn't respond he began to squeeze as he asked again “right?”

“… Yeah,” you whispered.

Uvo's grip lessened and he patted you on the shoulder, saying “you should listen to that part of you more often. Then we can avoid shit like this.”

“Okay.”

He patted you again at your soft spoken response before he pulled away, and when you glanced up at him, you noted that he looked pleased with himself.

Today had been a good day for Uvogin. Even though he'd needed to go to extreme lengths to find you, he ultimately did just that and was now on his way back with his reclaimed prize. For him, things were going to go back to the way they were supposed to.

For you, it had been less than eleven hours since the simple life you made for yourself was destroyed with no chance of you ever reclaiming it. The chance that you would be able to escape Uvogin again was next to nothing as he would be sure not to slip up again when it came to you. Your busted lip still hurt, but it would heal up. As would the other wounds that would come as a consequence for your escape.

He would be there for you while you healed, offering those soft touches and kisses while he wiped away your tears. And you would accept them, all the while knowing that every minute you spent in his hold, internally you were breaking more and more.

[hhighkey]

ok and now i’m writing a pt2 for ‘taken’ bc i’m obsessed w uvo and that reader 😭 over here wondering if doing this series as x reader was the right call but it’s fineeeee

also am unwell writing this shalnark one bc i see him as the troupe member i’d wanna be friends w but NEVER in a relationship with, while i can differentiate like feitan vs yandere feitan in some ways for me .. but shal literally feel like he’d be a nightmare to be with like literally only yandere, feeling bad for the things i’m writing abt happening to the reader that he’s doing..

ok so been now working on a shalnark fic (same universe as my uvo, feitan and phinks ones) and a kurapika one sooo we shall see what happens

also made some edits to those fics to specify the they sorta follow each other idk

[0asisbliss]

Warnings: 18+ Oral receiving, anal. Probably other freaky shit.

A/N: I tried.

“Mmm- baby you taste so fucking good.”

Shalnark chuckled as he gave sweet kitten licks on your clit while looking up to you with the most innocent eyes. Shalnark dipped his head back to suck on your clit. That was his favorite thing to do. He held your clitoris to a high value it was something that he found pleasure in like a hobby. After coming home from a mission he would drag you and Uvogin back to the bedroom and dive right in between your legs and get to work. Uvogin either watched in satisfaction, or he would join in on the fun. He placed pampering kiss on the pearl before moving up and down your wet pussy with his tongue.

Uvogin sat back in his chair looking at the both of you while he pounded into Shalnark from behind.

“Fuck Shal you’re so tight, and baby you’re doing so good.”

Uvogin kissed Shalnark’s back. Shalnark worked his tongue around your clit then giving it small kisses.

Uvogin pushed Shalnark’s head further down.

“That’s it Shal make our pretty girl cum.”

With one final suck on clit your pussy is creaming all over Shalnark’s tongue. He quickly licks you cleans then, when Uvogin notices that you’ve came he turns Shalnark over on his back to give him a reward. They were gonna give you a show.

[rotten-pomegranate]

Day ten : Size difference with yandere uvogin

Tags: @aliceattheart @my-eyelash-flew-off

Warnings: Noncon, bleeding

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All you wanted was some affection, to be held even if it was by the man that took you away, made you stay by his side

That really is all you wanted, but no of course not, his hands where roaming all over your body while you just laid on his shoulder

“Damn babe, you get hotter by the day” his hands are everywhere on you, you ass, your tits, your waist

“Hmm” you slightly wriggle when he punches you nipple to hard “your hurting me” he laughs, the man who said he’d never hurt you just laughed in your face when you told him he did

“ I want you to ride me” all you have on is a skirt and no underwear as per his request

He lifts you with one arm while shimming off his shorts with the other

His cock is soft but it won’t be for long, you rap both hands around it as soon as your put back down

He was never patient when it came to sex, he didn’t even wait a week to pin you down and force you to have sex with him when he first took you and that was as awful as your sure this will be

He put his hand over your own to give his dick a good squeeze, it was getting hard quickly

“Yeah, get on the floor and use your mouth now” you nod and climb down off his lap

Being between his legs is horrible, he’s massive and he always makes you deep throat him by the end

“Well, get to it” legs spread wider for you even though there was more then enough room

You nod and lean forward to take his cock in your mouth, your lips stretch around him and he hits the back of your throat without being half way in

“Come on” he leaned forward to push you down by the neck, it hurt so bad, you couldn’t breath or see or feel anything other then the pain in your throat

He moves from your neck to your hair and starts moving you up and down on him

You try to pull away but he’s to strong, all you can do is try to breath and desperately scratch and grab at his thighs

He pulls you up suddenly “ok I wanna be in you now”

He yanks you up while your still catching your breath only to get up and push you back onto the hard floor

He gets on top of your and pushes up your skirt around your hips so he can touch your properly

You didn’t wanna be turned in by him but your body couldn’t lie, his fingers went in your partially wet pussy and he started moving then in and out, scissoring slightly

With the size of him compared to the size of you no amount of prep would help you to feel no pain

Even if it was humiliating you do appreciate the prep he is giving you, he often skips it

“Shit babe, look at you, say you don’t want it all you want you fuckin love this”

Shaking your head you start to tear up “tears won’t help you” he lines himself up and you grab his bicep to brace yourself

You wanna scream so load, scream and cry and lose your mind when he pushes in, it hurts, it hurts bad

This man chosen to hurt you in the most intimate way possible just because he thinks your his, and hell you might as well be

He’s practically ripping you open already when he starts to move

Jesus your definitely bleeding, he’s gonna act all sweet tomorrow like he didn’t rape you until you bled

He’s gonna give you water and snacks like he’s the reason you can’t get it all yourself

“Fuuuuuck, I’m cumin baby” you can feel him fill you up with cum, it’s warm and there’s lots of it

He pushes in was leaked out before pulling out for good

Tomorrow things will be better, you’ll be ok tomorrow

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom and you can ride me”

You just had to wait for tomorrow

[justyanderes]

calling all alien and or monster fuckers!!!! How do we feel about yautja!uvogin rn?❤️